#but also suddenly the store we're in is Not a Safe Place

[trappedinmymind]

I think the worst thing about being aro/ace for me is that we, as a society, are not in a place of ace and aro awareness/acceptance where I (an open and proud aroace) can make a aphobic joke in a public space without someone wholeheartedly agreeing with me

[carlsdarling]

plss submissive carl ;( i want to make that boy whine and whimper sooo bad

Shut up and drive

Y/N and Carl are going on a supply run alone. Y/N is very upset with Carl's behavior and has to discipline him. Bit more of a plot, then sex. (I love it, it was so funny writing the sequence in the car haha). Everyone is 18 or over.

WARNINGS: smut, nsfw, sub!Carl, unprotected sex

You waited impatiently for Carl to close the trunk and get in. The place where you had parked - the parking lot of a large shopping mall - was not making you feel comfortable. Today, unlike usual, you had gone out just the two of you to get supplies. Rick hadn't been thrilled at first, but Judith's baby food and her diapers were running low, so he had agreed. You and Carl were good friends, but nothing more had ever happened between you, although you thought he was adorable.

At the mall you had found lots of kid stuff, including new clothes for Judith, and now the trunk was pretty full. You had only run into three walkers; it had been no problem to finish them off. Now you were on your way home, down a dusty country road, when Carl suddenly slowed down and pointed to a gas station on the right side of the road. Right next to it was a small store. "Liquors, beverages, wines, spirits," the sign read. "Do you think they have Coke?" he asked. There hadn't been any Coke in Alexandria for weeks, and the supply squads hadn't found any either.

"I doubt it," you said, but Carl was already steering the car into the gas station area.

"Let's go see," he decided.

Reluctantly, you got out. It was blisteringly hot, and you noticed that Carl's blue t-shirt was already sweaty all the way down his back, so that his slender muscles showed clearly when he moved. You would have liked to stroke him. To be on the safe side, you put your hands in your pants pockets. It was cool in the store, even freezing in the basement, and sure enough, there were three boxes of Coca-Cola. "Wow," Carl exclaimed delightedly. "Cold Coke!" He immediately began hauling the boxes upstairs and stowing them in the car while you collected bags of chips and beef jerky.

By the time you returned to the car with several bags of jelly beans in your hands, Carl had already gotten back behind the steering wheel. He was greedily drinking from a bottle of Coke. "Nice of you to wait for me," you said snipily. "I'm thirsty, too, you know." Carl looked at you with guilt and handed you the bottle.

"Great, after you almost drank it all," you pouted.

"I'll get you another one," he said hastily, fumbling with his bandage, and was about to exit the car, but you were faster than him, opening the trunk and taking out a bottle. When you got back in your seat, the straps of your top and bra slipped down, exposing the top of your breasts. Your left nipple peeked out, but you were so thirsty that you didn't care. You unscrewed the bottle and drank in great gulps, some Coke running from the corner of your mouth and dripping foamily down your cleavage.

"What is it?" you then asked indignantly, because Carl was looking at you blankly with a strange expression.

He shook his head, caught. "Nnn... nothing," he asserted.

You looked down, and suddenly it was all clear to you. You grinned. "You're staring at my breasts, and it's turning you on," you said teasingly.

"No, that's not true," Carl denied, blushing.

"Yes, it is true," you insisted. Now you also noticed that he had a visible bulge in his jeans - even though he was desperately trying to hide it. You had to laugh. "Little Carl is all horny just because he saw a nipple?" you teased him.

His mouth opened and closed in embarrassment. "Well... it's not like that, I..."

"All right, if you say so. I thought you might want to fuck me. After all, we're all alone, so the chance would be perfect. But if not, fine, we'll just go home. So shut up and drive."

Carl didn't know what to say. "I... well, if you ask like that... I'd like to..."

"What exactly would you like, Carl?" you asked dumbly.

"You... um, fuck you." He cleared his throat.

"I don't know if you deserve it," you chided him. "After that thing with the Coke, and after you stared at me so brazenly."

"I'm sorry," Carl said with a lowered gaze. "Couldn't we... just have sex anyway?"

"I don't know," you made him squirm, teasingly stroking his right knee. You hadn't missed the wet stain forming on the fabric of his jeans. "Are you horny or not?"

"Yes," Carl admitted sheepishly. "Please, can you..." You touched his lips gentle with yours, and for a while you were just kissing, but Carl pressed impatiently against you, letting his hands wander over your curves, caressing. His body was all hot, his breath went frantically.

"Not so fast," you scolded him, even though your pussy was throbbing with want. "And somehow it's too uncomfortable here anyway. I don't want to make out in the car, so we'd better not."

Carl looked utterly desperate. "Over there," he said, pointing to a meadow where there was a big tree. "We can get the blanket out of the trunk." He didn't wait for your reaction, but exited immediately. It amused you how needy and submissive he was, so you followed him to the tree where he spread the blanket in the grass and took off his t-shirt and threw it aside. You lay down next to each other on the blanket and shared caresses and kisses for a while. Carl became more and more aroused and began to moan and whimper softly, clinging to you, so you finally undid his belt and stripped him of his jeans and boxers.

His cock was pretty, hard as a rod, the tip glistening with moisture. "Please, Y/N," Carl begged whiney, sprawled on the blanket. "Please, undress, too." Deliberately slowly, you removed your top and bra, then your skirt and panties. You spread your legs slightly and showed Carl your pussy, which was already all wet and reddish, its lips slightly swollen. The sight of it made that a large amount of precum leaked out of Carl's cock. His eyes were all glazed over, his cheeks red from desire. He looked beautiful; he was so damn cute. "Please come here," he whimpered again, but you didn't think to give him what he wanted so much just yet. Again and again you stroked him, kissed him, gave his cock little licks and rubbed against him, but each time Carl tried to lay on top of you and to penetrate you, you withdrew from him and pushed him away. Finally, he held you tightly. "Please, please, Y/N," he murmured in your ear, raking his hand through your hair, "let me fuck you now. I promise you'll like it."

You decided you'd tormented him long enough, besides, you couldn't wait to be railed by him yourself; if it didn't happen soon, you'd cum before you even really got started. Carl positioned himself between your spread legs and you let him slip inside you. You took a sharp breath, he was so hard, he filled you completely and it felt wonderful. "Fuck, Y/N, you're so wet," he moaned and immediately started thrusting.

It didn't take long for you to cum and arch up under him, clawing your fingernails into his back. "Oh God, Carl," you sighed, wrapping your legs around his hips as he increased his pace. "Fuck me harder," you commanded, whereupon he lifted himself up and thrust hard into you, over and over, bringing you to multiple orgasms before he ejaculated into you with a scream, rode out his own orgasm and remained on top of you, breathing heavily. Sticky and sweaty, you were resting in the shade of the tree. Carl's cock went limp and slipped out of you, and you lay side by side looking at each other and kissing.

"I told you you'd like it," Carl murmured sleepily. The summer wind was brushing over you.

"I had to punish you for the Coke," you emphasized, kissing him on the forehead and the tip of his nose.

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Ikemen Villains - Harrison Gray

This is simply a fan translation and is not intended as a replacement for the game. Expect grammatical errors.

Tall man: "You're unlucky to witness our deal like this."

Kate: "Let me go!"

Round-faced man: "There's no way we can let you go after seeing everything."

Today is December 31st.

I was helping with the preparations for the countdown party at the castle. But I got lost on the way to the store and witnessed a suspicious deal involving two men.

I ended up getting caught, and now my hands and feet were tied.

(I need to escape!)

Recalling the escape method I read in a detective novel I borrowed from Harry, I subtly move my hands to gradually loosen the ropes without the two men noticing.

(I need to find an opening and get out of here!)

Round-faced man: "Hmm? Who are you people?"

Suddenly, one of the men called out to the entrance of the warehouse, and standing there was一

Kate: "Harry, Liam!?"

Liam: "Ehh!? They've got Katie!"

Harrison: "Why are you here?"

Harry and Liam, seeing me tied up and lying on the ground, widened their eyes in surprise.

Since I had just been captured a moment ago, they probably didn't even know that I’d been kidnapped.

(Did the two of them come here as part of the Crown's mission?)

(I think they were supposed to bust an illegal drug deal today. So are these guys the culprits?)

Round-faced Man: "Do you guys know this woman? If so, it'll make things easier."

One of the men pointed a gun at me.

Tall man: "If you care about her life, then drop your weapons."

Harry and Liam held their breath at the man's threat and tried to put their weapons on the ground.

Kate: "Wait!"

I quickly raised my voice to stop them.

Round-faced man: "What's with you? Do you want to get killed?"

Kate: "This gun is real. It's loaded and dangerous, so you guys could get killed!"

Round-faced man: "Ha?"

Kate: "Drop your weapons quickly! These two also have other weapons!"

Liam: "What's wrong, Katie? We obviously intended to do that."

Harrison: "I see. Got it."

After hearing my words, Harry pretended to place the gun on the ground and then shot the men.

Tall Man: "Gah! It hurts!"

With precise control, each of the two men was shot in the leg and arm.

Although it wasn't life-threatening, their injuries prevented them from fighting.

Round-faced man: "What do you think you're doing? Do you not care about this woman's life!?"

Harrison: "Sorry, but your threat won't work. That gun is fake, yeah?"

Round-faced man: "Why you...!"

Tall Guy: "Damn it! We're at a disadvantage now. Let's scram!"

The two men, protecting their injured legs and arms, fled from the warehouse through the back door, leaving me behind.

Harrison: "Are you okay?"

Harry quickly ran over and helped me up.

Kate: "Yes, thank you for helping me."

With Harry's assistance, I finally freed myself.

Liam: "I'm glad you're safe."

Liam: "But I was surprised when Harry suddenly shot those guys, even though you were being held hostage."

Harrison: "Their gun was fake."

Liam: "Huh? Does that mean..."

Kate: "Yes. Everything I said was a lie."

They couldn't really harm me, as the gun they pointed at me was fake and they didn't have any other weapons.

To convey that information, I deliberately shouted the opposite to make Harry see through the lie.

Harrison: "You didn't tell the truth to catch the opponent off guard, right? Well done."

Kate: "I didn't want to be a burden to the two of you while being captured."

Kate: "But they escaped, so we need to catch them quickly!"

Harrison: "They're injured. All we need to do is follow the bloodstains."

The blood droplets eventually split into two paths, so Liam and Harrison decided to split up and pursue each trail.

After a while, Harry and I arrived at the market.

Perhaps because it was close to midnight, the market was bustling with people eager to watch the fireworks for the New Year.

Kate: "Harry, over there!"

Amidst the crowd, we saw a tall man with an injured leg dragging himself away. Before we could even catch up, a carriage stopped at the man's side.

It didn't look like a regular public carriage but a privately arranged one.

Harrison: "So there were others in your group, huh?"

There's no way we can catch up with them if they get on the carriage.

I hurriedly looked around but could not find any other carriages.

Kate: "We can't catch up on foot. We have to give up the pursuit for now."

Harrison: "No, there's still a way."

Saying that, Harry took out his pistol and aimed it at the carriage.

Harrison: "If I aim for the wheels, it will stop."

Kate: "But shooting a gun in the middle of a street like this?"

The Crown is a secret organization under the edict of Queen Victoria.

Their existence and their evil deeds should not be noticed by the general public.

Harrison: "No one will notice. After all, it's almost time."

As if to dispel my anxiety, Harry smiled nonchalantly.

Kate: "Almost time?"

Townspeople: "10! 9! 8!"

As I was about to ask, I heard loud voices counting down.

(Could it be?)

Harrison: "3, 2, 1!"

A dull roar shook our bodies.

It wasn't the sound of Harry's gun, but the sound of fireworks being set off to celebrate the new year.

I was momentarily distracted by it, but when I looked back, I saw the carriage overturning, its wheel distorted by a bullet.

Kate: "You timed it with the New Year's fireworks!"

Timing the gunshots with the sound of fireworks made it less likely for the gunshots to be noticed. Moreover, people were looking up at the sky, making it easier to overlook what happened on the ground.

Harrison: "They say the best place to hide a tree is in a forest, but..."

Kate: "W-What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

Harrison: "I just thought I turned something you were looking forward to into a bloody memory."

(Come to think of it, I did mention before that I wanted to spend the countdown with him this year.)

(I'm glad he remembered my words.)

Kate: "Hehe. It's a little disappointing, but it was a countdown I'll never forget."

Kate: "Let's make next year's countdown even more wonderful, Harry."

Harrison: "The bar has been raised, huh? Well, I guess it's fine."

Afterward, we were able to safely capture the man from the carriage and hand him over to William, who said he had things to ask the man. After having the meal prepared by Victor, we finally returned to our room and took a breather.

Kate: "The first day of the new year was quite an ordeal."

Harrison: "The season doesn't matter when it comes to our duties. But if I could wish for something, it would be to spend more time with you this year."

I widened my eyes, surprised by his unusually straightforward wish. Sensing my reaction, Harry mischievously smiled.

Harrison: "Now, was that a lie or the truth?"

Kate: "I believe it was the truth. And if those words were a lie..."

Harrison: "Yeah?"

Kate: "I will stay with you so you will feel the same way."

Kate: "I'll do my best to make sure your lies change."

Harrison: "Heh? But that effort might not be necessary."

With a few words, Harry pulled me in and kissed me.

It was a sweet kiss that proved his wish was really true, capturing me and not letting go.

[ecrin-de-litterature]

Tucked away tight in the cramp space of the Court of Fontaine sits a quaint bookshop, hidden down an alleyway between much larger, bustling stores filled to the brink with odd trinkets and gadgets. As you enter, you push the door open slowly, a little hesitant at what may wait for you inside; after all, Fontaine had been nothing but a box of surprises since you'd arrived.

Yet you are greeted with the mildly sweet aroma of herbal teas and the nostalgic scent of yellowed pages belonging to books older than you could ever imagine. A small, round glass table sits in the middle of the bookshop underneath a skylight window. Sunlight reflects onto the patterned glass table in ripples, creating an effect on the marble floor that reminds you of the waves. As you ponder it, it's an oddly fitting aesthetic for the Nation of Hydro.

Two young women sit at the table, their legs crossed neatly as quietly converse amongst themselves over slices of numerous cakes and sweet treats, sat on small porcelain plates and the culprit of that alluring smell of hot tea - two light blue stained teacups of tea in their gloved hands. The small bell that hangs above the entry door finally chimes as you push the door completely open, alerting the women of the new arrival.

"Oh, you're finally here," one of them muses, lifting her teacup and saucer in her gloved hands as she moves to take a sip of the hot drink, quenching her presumed thirst, "bienvenue, we've been expecting you."

A brief moment of confusion crosses your face and it doesn't go unnoticed by the other female, whose eyes sit two different shades of blue as they look over you. They'd been expecting you? You guess word travels fast regarding your whereabouts.

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Lynette makes a subtle noise, her nose scrunching up as she takes a sip of her tea once again. Furina also sips her tea, the two women sitting in an awkward silence before Furina clears her throat, demanding the room's attention be on her.

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Furina nods in agreement, her hand raised to her chin as she ponders her next move. Lynette is indeed correct and you find your attention drawn to the empty chair seated at the table between them. A teacup sits empty in the fine china saucer adjacent to it. Suddenly, Furina snaps her fingers as if she'd cracked a detective case.

The short woman raises to her feet, heeled boots clicking on the spotted marble floor as she approaches you. You tense, it's an honour to be this close to the leading director of 'The Little Oceanid,' after all. She stops promptly in front of you, a gloved hand extending out to offer you a collection of papers, "here, a collection of our finest reviews."

You take the papers, lowering your gaze as you begin to read over each individual review with care.

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[chimachapterbooks]

Wolf Games - From the Wolves and Crocodiles activity book

"This is boring," a white Wolf named Windra muttered.

Worriz, resting against a nearby tree, said nothing.

Windra glared at him. "I said—this is BORING!"

"I heard you the first time," Worriz snapped, "but we have to stay here.Cragger wants us to guard this pass to keep the Lions from getting at the weapons the Crocs have stored, so that's what we're going to do."

Windra stood up and stalked over to Worriz. She looked at him with suspicion in her eyes. "Is that the only reason we're here?" she hissed.

Worriz knew better than to lie to her. Windra could smell deceit a mile away. Though she was one of the prettiest Wolves in the pack, she was also one of the most vicious.

"Cragger says we move around too much," Worriz finally replied. "He never knows where we are. 'How am I supposed to beat the Lions and get the CHI if I can't count on you to be where I need you?' he says. So we're supposed to stay here and guard the Crocs' secret stash of weapons."

Windra's eyes narrowed. "Since when do we take orders from Crocodiles?" she sneered.

"Since we joined the Crocs in the battle for CHI," Worriz answered. Then he flashed a savage grin. "At least until we take the CHI from them. Now, come on. We need to check the bottom of the mountain to make sure there aren't any Lions sneaking about."

Windra Followed after him, though she wasn't happy about it. Staying in one place wasn't in her nature.

In fact, it wasn't in any Wolf's nature. This was the third day in a row that the Wolves had been stuck in this spot, and the entire pack was going crazy.

A group of Wolves watched Worriz and Windra head down the mountain.

"I'm so bored," a Wolf groaned once they were out of earshot. "I don't know how much longer I can take this."

"Hey, l've got an idea." Another Wolf suddenly ran up alongside them. "Let's play Hide-and-Go-Howl!"

Everyone nodded eagerly. Hide-and-Go-Howl is the packs favorite game. The rules were simple, one Wolf was “it” and all the rest went and hid. (If there was one thing anyone knew about the wolves, is that they loved to hide.)

When a hidden wolf was found, he became “it” and had to howl to let everyone know.

Plus, it was nighttime. That meant they could play Hide-and-Go-Howl-in-the-Dark!

While Worriz and Windra were off scouting the rest of the Wolves quickly determined who would be "it." Then they ran off and hid while the "It" Wolf counted. Some darted behind trees. Others dug holes and jumped inside. One wolf even dove into a nearby creek.

"Ready or not, howl I come!" cried the "It" Wolf.

He began searching for the other members of the pack. Everyone was relieved to finally have something to do other than just stand around on the Crocs' orders.

Little did they know, they weren't the only ones enjoying themselves. A small group of Lions was hidden nearby, watching the game.

"Come on," whispered Laval, the Prince of the Lion Tribe. He grinned. "This is our chance, while the Wolves are busy playing!"

Under the cover of darkness, Laval led the Lions through the pass and right to where the Crocodiles were storing their weapons for their next attack. The Lions took as many as they could carry and slipped away again without being spotted.

The next day, after Worriz and Windra had returned from checking the base of the mountain, Cragger came to visit the camp.

"Are my weapons safe?" he snarled.

"Of course," said Worriz. "When Wolves guard something, it stays safe!" The two went to see the cave where the spears and axes and swords had been stored. To their shock, they discovered that most of the weapons were gone!

"I thought I told you Wolves to stay here and protect these things!" Cragger cried.

Just then, Winzar came bounding into the cave. "Ha! Found you! Now you're 'It!' Great hiding place, by the way."

Before Worriz or Cragger could respond, the Wolf scampered away, howling as he went.

While Worriz gathered the pack to reprimand them, Cragger went back to the swamp very, very angry. When he finally calmed down, he decided that maybe the Wolves just weren't meant to stay in one spot and be guards.

Maybe it would be better to let them go where they wanted and cause trouble for the Lions. At least then something productive would come out of their wandering.

He went back to the pass to tell Worriz the Wolves could leave... only to find they had already left. Off in the distance, the Crocodile heard a Wolf howling, "I'm 'It!' I'm 'It!' Howl I come!"

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This is the cutest the wolves have ever acted.

[amaranthinedream]

Our Entangled Lines - snippet

For context, Katsuki and Eijirou are making their way into Bluemoon city in disguises in search of a gift for Izuku.

“I take it we're not just getting him a trinket then?” Eijirou said, resigned.

Katsuki didn’t reply. They had reached the store, a grandiose building bustling with rich patrons cooing over the wares on display. 

“We haven’t been here before.” Eijirou warily watched their surroundings, on alert for the tiniest hint that someone recognised them or for aggressors aiming for Katsuki. There were always threats against the Emperor, and it was Eijirou’s job to make sure he stayed safe. 

“It’s newly opened,” Katsuki replied and headed inside.

They weren’t in the main shop for long though. Katsuki approached one of the workers and whispered something quietly to them. Whatever it was got the worker to lead them to a side-door and pull back the curtains with a bow, allowing them into the backrooms of the shop where a man was waiting for them. 

“Lord Shindo,” the man greeted with a small bow. 

Out of the corner of his eye, Katsuki could see Eijirou look at him in surprise before taming his expression. Katsuki was glad, it wasn’t like he could just come into any random store as the Emperor, otherwise the news that he liked to visit the city in secret would spread like wild-fire. And for the sort of requests and purchases Katsuki needed to make today it wasn’t like he could pretend to be any random civilian either, he needed a measure of prestige to his name for someone selling this level of wares to think of him as a legitimate buyer. So, instead, Katsuki tended to use the names of any lord he knew to be in town. 

“Thank you for meeting with me,” Katsuki said, lowering his hood. “I was assured that you carried the finest jewels in the city, with the best craftspeople?”

“That is correct, my lord. I only handle the best, so all my jewels are sourced – at great expense – from the mines of Creati and so are of course of the highest quality, which has been assessed and notarised. You’ll be the first person I’ll have shown them to. They’re brand new pieces, never worn before.”

“Excellent.” Katsuki sat down on the plush chair across the desk from the owner, Eijirou taking his place standing at his shoulder. “I also heard that you specialise in Yueh fashions. I have a gift to give, so go ahead and show me your most expensive choker.”

Eijirou started coughing, choking on his own spit. 

The merchant just gave a quirk of his brow. “A choker, my lord? That’s an unusual gift. Do you have a special someone?” At that, Eijirou’s coughing got somehow worse and the merchant's knowing look turned into one of concern. “Are you sure you’re alright, sir? Can I get you something to drink?”

Eijirou nodded, backing away a few steps. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about me,” he wheezed, looking very much not fine. 

Katsuki ignored his friend, resolving to kick him as soon as they were out of the store. “Yes. A choker or collar, the new Consort is quite fond of them.” And then, because it occurred to him what it looked like for Shindo Yō to be buying Katsuki’s Consort such an expensive and provocative gift, he said, “I’m here on behalf of the Emperor, so price is no matter.”

It was the owner's turn to choke on his spit. “The Emperor?” he rasped, smacking his own chest in a bid to breathe right. “The Emperor is buying one of my wares for the Yueh Consort?”

“Yes?”

“Then for you, my lord,” the owner's voice was suddenly a lot sweeter. “I shall gather my absolute finest. You’re in luck that Yueh designs have started coming into fashion recently.” He laughed. “But you’d know about that. The Consort is, after-all, quite a trendsetter. And he’ll be wearing a piece made by me.”

The owner seemed to drift into a daze at that, perhaps seeing how much revenue this venture could bring to his store. Katsuki had heard that Izuku had been slowly influencing the fashions in court, but it was another thing to see it up close. 

“And when will the Emperor be gifting the Consort with this?”

Katsuki raised an eyebrow. “He shall give it to him personally, I’m sure.”

The merchant fussed as he collected some lacquered boxes from the many shelves and display cases around them. “My lord, may this humble servant suggest that you advise his Majesty to send it during one of the harem gatherings?”

Katsuki had to bite his lip to stop himself laughing. This merchant wasn’t being slick, talking about Izuku being a trendsetter and then suggesting he receive this necklace in front of all the omegas in the harem. He decided to play along anyway. “Wouldn’t that inconvenience his Highness the Consort, to receive it during an event? He’s very modest-” next to Katsuki, Eijirou coughed loudly to hide his snort - “he’d hate to stand out by receiving the Emperor’s favour in front of everyone.”

“No my lord!” The merchant rushed to say. “In fact, it would make him feel supported. In Yueh, a collar given by a lover is a type of claim – it doesn’t have the same impact if no one knows who it’s from!” It was Katsuki’s turn to wheeze in a breath. “Plus, it would make the Consort stand out in front of the other omegas. That’s how you become a beloved and doting husband - the Emperor would surely receive the Consorts adoration!” 

Whatever Katsuki tried to say in response got stuck in his throat. The words ‘claim’ and ‘beloved and doting husband’ echoed in Katsuki’s head. His cheeks felt warm. 

Adoration. Katsuki liked the sound of that. 

The merchant did make a point though, and it was one that Katsuki already knew and had come here to capitalise on: if Izuku received the choker in front of the harem with Katsuki’s words of gratitude for raising the egg, it would cement his status in front of the omegas, even if they didn’t know the Yueh meaning behind the gesture. 

Katsuki had been going to do it anyway as a way of bolstering Izuku’s position while he was in the early stages of taking control of the harem; he hadn’t known the depth of meaning behind the choker. It was not a custom he was used to. 

It seemed obvious, in retrospect. The intimacy of barring access to someone else's scent glands. It appealed to a base part of him that tingled with heat.

Katsuki tried not to think too deeply on the Yueh meaning behind the gesture. He imagined Izuku wearing the collar Katsuki gave him, and the reaction of the rest of the court – especially the Yueh nobles – would have once they realised the meaning behind it. The debate All-for-One would have on whether Katsuki knew, or whether it had just been a perfunctory gift. 

“Well in that case.” He gestured to Eijirou. “We will advise his Majesty that he makes sure Deku receives it in front of the harem.”

The merchant clapped his hands, a delighted smile on his face and a greedy gleam to his eye. “Wonderful, my lord! Now here, observe. My finest collection of chokers.”

[nezhasriverlotus]

💮Repost from my LMK twt💮

All I Need Is You In My Arms [ A HotHeels Shipping Fic ]

Word Count: 1,129

Fic Type: Fluff

Characters: Shoe Store Guy, Redson, MK, Mei , Yang [ Redson's and Shoe Store Guy's adopted son ], Bob, General Ironclad 

Note: 

-For people who don't know what this ship is HotHeels shipping is the ship between Redson and Shoe Store Guy

-Sorry for any grammar mistakes! This takes place after the events of season 4 after Redson was freed from the scroll.

-Also yeah Redson doesn't act like his cannon self very much in this but I hope you don't mind that ^^;

Extra note: This is also based off a headcanon I posted a while back where they are married and adopted a child together [ which I haven't posted yet here but I will soon ]. Also I'm still new to fanfic writing so sorry in advance-

Finally everything was back to normal, those who were stuck in the scroll of memories were free. MK would currently be walking with Redson smiling " Good to see you back Redson! I'm glad you're finally safe bud! " He spoke looking up at Redson. Redson would be walking with his hands in his pockets " Being in that scroll was certainly…interesting to say the least " he spoke before looking over at Mk " How is it that no matter how difficult the situation you deal with you always seem to come out on top? " He asked looking at MK who would give a small chuckle rubbing the back of his head gently " Not sure to be honest with you " He replied. Redson would simply shrug and continue walking with him adjusting his glasses.

That's when in the distance he saw Mei  with a familiar person to him, a turquoise haired male. He would stop walking as his eyes widened a little. MK would notice and stop as well looking over confused " Hey Redson you okay? " He asked confused. That's when Redson suddenly started running causing MK to jolt in surprise before following " Woah what's going on!? Something happening?! " He asked concerned. Redson didn't say anything soon Mei noticed him coming over and waved smiling " Heya Red Boy what's up? " She asked. She jolted though when he ran and tackled the turquoise haired guy she had been walking with in a hug " What?! " She said surprised " Do you and the Shoe Store Guy know eachother or something??? " She asked puzzled. Shoe Store Guy was at first confused and surprised by being tackled in a hug as him and Redson fell down from the momentum until he finally looked up, his eyes grew wide seeing Redson " Redson!? " He said shocked. He would quickly hug him tightly keeping the fire prince close as he teared up " Oh god where have you been!? I have been looking all over for you for months! " he spoke still in shock that he found him but also relieved that he had him in his arms. " It's a long story… " Redson replied, hugging him still before sitting up with him " But I'm here now " he added, wiping Shoe Store Guy's tears away before resting his forehead against his for a while, now just relaxing with the turquoise haired male in his arms. His turquoise haired lover would rest his head on his chest, calming down as he held onto him " I missed you so much…I thought you wouldn't come back " Shoe Store Guy said softly as he held onto him tightly, as if he let go Redson would vanish. 

Mei would kinda just watch confused unsure what was going on til it clicked and she gasped and squealed in excitement. MK would just look at her puzzled " What is it Mei? " He asked, confused. " Redson and the Shoe Store Guy are a couple! " Mei replied happily looking at MK and he was shocked by the news " Huh!?! When did they start dating?- " Mk said surprised. " We're actually married, you just didn't notice until now " Redson replied, looking at MK with a straight face. Mk would just rub the back of his head gently looking off to the side. 

" I think they are super cute together! " Mei said cheerfully as she looked at the two. Redson would get up pulling Shoe Store Guy up with him and just wrap his arms around him gently, resting his head on his shoulder not caring that Mei and Mk were watching them at this point " Let's go home " Redson mumbled holding Shoe Store Guy more. The turquoise haired male would simply nod running a hand through Redson's hair " Yeah we should '' he replied before Redson stood up straight again taking his hand before teleporting away with him in a ball of flames. 

Once back home Redson would walk with him holding his hand as he looked around the place. It felt like an eternity since he's been here even though it's only been about a month, then again being inside the scroll for any amount of time can make you forget the passage of time. As they walked through their home they could hear Redson's bull clones chatting about something. Curious about this, Redson decided to go to where they were and peaked his head into the room. In there he saw his son Yang doing what seemed to be some math problems and two of his bull clones trying to help him with it.

" Uh…what does pie mean in an equation? Can I eat it? " Bob, one of the bull clones, said trying to be funny but was just met with unamused looks by Yang and General Ironclad." Seriously Bob? " General Ironclad spoke as he fiddled with Yang's calculator to try and figure out the math problem. " I swear that last battle you were in must've knocked a few screws loose- " he added looking down at the tiny calculator " Yang why is your calculator so tiny?- " he asked Yang looking over at him " It's not tiny it's just you got big hands " Yang replied. As the three went back and forth with each other Redson was just watching them while Shoe Store Guy was beside him trying not to laugh. 

Eventually one of the three noticed Redson and Shoe Store Guy standing in the doorway, it was General Ironclad who upon seeing Redson dropped the calculator he was holding and quickly got out of his seat and stood up straight. Yang was confused by General Ironclads sudden change in demeanor before looking over and noticing both of his dad's in the doorway. His eyes widened seeing Redson and quickly got out of his seat and ran to Redson " FATHER YOU'RE OKAY!!! " he shouted as he ran up and hugged the fire prince tightly relieved his father was back. Redson hugged his son back, holding him close as he felt a wave of peace wash over him now that he reunited with his family.

Finally he was back where he wanted to be…back with his family and holding them in his arms  

[thyhappynotions]

I just woke up to tell my dream. It was wonderful and I don't want to forget it. So I was pretending to be dumb in a store, I asked the cashier if is this is for something, obviously sarcasm and this guy near me hated me according to how I act. I hate to say I don't quite remember this scene but he gave me a purple milkshake. Later on the next day after school, yeah can't believe I'm dreaming in my school but few places are changed. I found him sitting at the bench alone, his name was Alex. I talked to him and I don't know it felt good.

Next day after school again, my old friend greeted me and my old classmate behind me asked, "you know ga?" I said "No, I don't even know him", actually I do but I didn't recognize. Then, I asked someone if they've seen Alex. Alex is a known guy I suppose but he's lonely. They said he's over there, I came near and the guy I asked to said don't go, don't come near him. I ignored until I saw few seniors near him but they're facing back. Alex looks so lonely but I had an instinct I may cause trouble if these seniors I don't know knows I talk to him.

After school again, My dad and mom came to pick me up in car which is odd because I commute to home. I came in the car and asked again to step out, I came to Alex and lend him five hundred, "what is this for?", He asked "because you gave me a milkshake" and then I walked away.

Next after school scene AGAIN, I can't help but to talk to him, I saw these seniors again around him talking. As I came near like nothing, they're be littling and bullying him. I wanna defend him but I can't, that's the worst feeling. All I remember is there's a blonde girl, brunette girl, Asian guy idrk..Again and again I saw him with these people but this time it's different, a girl is flirting with him. It's disgusting because she is way more older than Alex.

I invited him in my house to feel safe and he was comfortable, I'm happy. I don't know but I have this urge to protect him. But he already have to go, next time he invited me in his house and I saw a large swimming pool from a high place. It was terrifying and someone said don't go there only Alex can swim there. I was like, umm ok I would never go there and I lied that I can't swim. Alex walked beside me and he jumped in the pool in from that high place. I can say that he's wealthy. Next day he came to me in a garden with his dog and my other friend I don't even know but she has brown hair and younger than me. We we're playing and I don't mind if his bullies will come because I think they're outnumbered. We we're having fun and we came in an open area, suddenly the bullies walked around us in different positions, cornering us " why are you with him?? " I was scared I said " It wasn't me who came first, he did!! " and I ran away. I know it's a bad decision but I saw him the next day and I'm doing boring stuffs like sneaking.

To the weird part, us three were sitting in an open grass area, talking. Then this psychopath woman shouted to us up there, she's holding a sniper and the bullies were also up there. I don't remember what they said and there's this girl again with two buns, with bangs an dyed hair colored yellowish green seem to have something with Alex. Umm, yes the woman shot me and my friend. Alex is between us and he's nearly shot. I was there lying and suddenly my perspective moved with my history teacher, knowing what happened. They were frightened and suddenly crying even though my teacher hasn't said anything yet. She's talking to them sarcastically " why are you looking behind me, is there something? " well behind her is where I was laying, being shot. Soon they were called. I don't know is I was really shot or pretended I was but Alex was crying.

Next scene in classroom, we were having a quiz this last period and I couldn't write properly, I took a lot of paper to rewrite my answers and it's not cooperating. I remember when i was trying to write the word "tanghalan" I wrote "science" instead and I told my teacher that something is wrong to me, i know what to write but my hand is writing on its own. I told her to come and I will show but then I can't find the paper, it was just like there and it disappeared. She came back to his place and my classmate showed her something in his phone, she called names of two smart guys in class. Knowing they're in a cheating group, it's a real issue in my school. So they went in the principals office and we were left in class. Alex was suddenly my classmate. My friend came near me and talked to me, It was awkward because Im ignoring him in real life for some reason, I am ignoring them because I don't use social media's anymore and the last time I was with them I feel.. hatred? Or avoidance... He patted my head and I moved, I came near Alex and saw him sitting on the floor too, it's normal since it's free time. We took pictures in his gadget and his dad messaged him, he was happy, I saw his chat with his family and they were getting along, they're even playing something to have fun together. I asked him if can I try to play too? He gave me and I couldn't play properly because my perspective is far and suddenly blurred. That's the last thing I remembered..

I can say that Alex is gr00m3d and bullied, so he's lonely. People dont come near him because they thought he's bad. I even thought he was in the first place but hey, he gave me a drink. It's weird to say I like people in my dreams and i hope i can meet them in real life.

[despite-everything]

im gonna rant a little

this fucking sucks because im actually very upset with my best friend and their partner. we're close friends and tend to agree on important things, so of course i assumed they were both still wearing masks indoors - specifically, at work, in class, and while in stores. i personally dont wear a mask at home or when visiting friends homes, or when at jiu jitsu (you like... cant wear a mask there. so yes it is an exposure risk but even with a mask, at that proximity its all but useless), and i figured they were in the same boat where i didnt see them wearing masks because we were always hanging out at our own apartments, outside, or in my private office at work (where its safe to remove cause im alone). but it turns out i was wrong about that.

my friends partner (we're friends? but she has been a bit erratic lately and i cant fucking predict her and so i dont even know where we stand anymore. it fucking sucks to have someone go hot-and-cold on you all the time, but i believe that she's fundamentally more mature than this behavior suggests and believe that she is working to do better, and since she's with my best friend, i'm more tolerant of that behavior than i would be with someone else) got sick and said she was sick yesterday, and i was thinking about how both of them have gotten ill a fair amount the past few months. despite masking, i also got sick twice, so i didnt think too much of it before. but yesterday i was like... wait. how the fuck are they getting sick so often if theyre wearing masks. and asked about it - turns out, they've really only been wearing masks in places like airplanes. yeah, they're both vaccinated and boosted, but what the fuck.

anyway, i just got a text saying they both feel sick now and i genuinely dont have any fucking sympathy at all right now. like... i dont want to be a dick but if you stop wearing masks and then suddenly start getting sick all the fucking time that just proves why masks are so important??? like what the fuck. and honestly i feel like i maybe misjudged them in a way? like i still care and we're still friends but i feel hurt and shocked that they would both just decide to stop masking everywhere and put people at such a risk and think so little of it that it never comes up in conversation.

and i want to talk to them about it but i really dont know how... like i said, my friends partner has been incredibly inconsistent and unpredictable in her behavior towards me and i cant imagine this conversation going well. i think for now im just not going to respond to the text and stop checking in for a couple days cause im pissed. usually, when they're sick, i check in daily and offer to go to the store/cook food/help out where i can, but i am not fucking willing to do it this time. this fucking sucks.

[royalmokwamonster]

July 22, 2024 @10:34pm

i think what's fucked up about having an undiagnosed bpd father is that you never know which days he's at his happiest or just fucking moody.

he last minute decided (ofc not consulting us, bc why would he? our opinions doesnt matter) we're gonna go across the damn border:) wow! we should all celebrate and be grateful! but the thing is, this is a trap. like always. and what's even more-unfair is that it is literally taking away one of four vacation days of kuya. oh yea btw he isn't coming. lol so what's the point of crossing the boarder if 3/4 doesn't want to go?

oh, yeah that's right! say it with me folks, our opinions doesn't matter <3

i left my bobba in the living room - where he is currently and i dont want to go down.

he just yelled at mom to shut up when she soflty spilled the beans how it's up to kuya whether he wants to join us- BUT "US" as in you, father, because mom and i dont have money to shop.

no seriously. you're not paying my tuition. you did not contributed shit for any payements for my requirements for 2nd year.

you literally came back w green grass not so long ago since you literally gave mom the silent treatment for 2-3 weeks

pretty fucked up? it's givingggg unresolved repressed emotions

yea....

i also hate this town lol tell me smt idk. no but it's literally something in the air of this ass fucking town, the children employees at my job is legit turning shit on me. all i did was say what the source told me and now yall are hating on the messenger, babe, bffr right now.

i unfollowed A on spotify and then saw E there too. it's weird havign these repressed memories that i stored away re-open again,,, like suddenly i remember every second of HS again. i just hate anything associated with this town.

i miss freedom.

i think that's why i miss mtl so much is bc we had so much of that and we took it for granted by the time we started living w father.

we all hate it here, did anyone tell you that? oh, right!! we did <3 but - say it w me now: our opinions doesn't matter <3 !!!!

this is so bullshit because the days where/when he is in a happier mood- my ass tries to console the hatred i have build up towards him like "awe, maybe i am being harsh on me, ik he's trying" but then days like this just reminds me all the WHYs i dont like being back home.

i want to leave this place, run away with mom and capps far far away from him as possible- sounds fucked up but its tru and peaceful.

ppl would say that's a selfish move, but i know who i'd volunteer to take care myself VS put in a retirement home.

i dream it's just me and mom....and maybe even kuya (distant neighbor). safe. with her garden full of flowers. with a living room that has a tv on the wall. with many painting that we hung up by ourselves. with a dog that nonstop eats and bothers mom. with a bed with all the different kinds of layers to her likings. with a coffe machine that works. with the chinaware up for display.

i want out of here. and what makes it even more sad is that, we (as i speak for me, kuya and mom), we all have gone through this enough times that saying/confessing how much we hate it here, this isn't new news.

fucked up.

we were better without you back then. you bring out the worst in all of us. you're miserable inside that you put it on us?! fuck you.

[musette22]

Another edition of Luck's dreams, featuring nervous twunk gay cevans faceclaim?? 👀❤️

———

The dream starts with an old house, that is some sort of religious place but doesn't really look like a church. I see a young CEvans in the halls with another guy. This is the topmost floor of the building and some sections of the floor are open-roof. It's all made of wood or bamboo and there's filtered sunlight from the trees nearby.

Chris and the guy (I'm the camera) walk around the floor, singing some song i can't remember but which gave me dnd vibes, and it seemed to imply that they were in love but couldn't be together. Like they were always standing on the opposite sides of the room but always looking in each others' direction.

This scene is also interspersed with a scene of the camera taking a birds eye view of the house and the voiceover saying, 'are you the captain, are you the bard..' and then different dnd classes.

After some bit of this a bunch of people started entering this room, all dressed in vaguely old dresses, like the dresses from the era where the word 'Valedictorian' originated. And they all crowded around the two men and pushed everyone to a smaller room. I tried to go in but I was stuck in the hustle bustle of it.

So now we move to another room where a bunch more people gather but these people are richer in their attire. And they have a painting in front of them that seems like it's supposed to be in place of a TV. When everyone is settled, the painting is removed and a lady sits in a wheelchair and begins singing opera. What we see is actually the other room/floor mentioned earlier, just seen through a hole in the wall now.

As the lady sings beautifully, the guests praise her and her talent, but apparently all the time the notes are coming from a old radio nearby. Cevans in also sat in this crowd now and nervous. When an old lady is teaching her young that nowadays you can produce any note that you want by just typing it, this Analog radio needed you to set the note; this leads to a scene transition where we're in a grocery store.

In the store Paul Rudd is walking around buying stuff, especially things with extras or bonus value prices. He calls his son (cevans as a young boy) friend and pal, but when we see his daughter later he just calls her his daughter. She picks up on this and asks him about it and he just says 'no ofcourse i love you, all fathers love their daughters', but then turns to his son and goes 'come on pal'.

Suddenly there's a crash and the lady in the wheelchair rushes into the backstorage rooms of the grocery store and into a room that apparently belonged to the old department head? The voice-over tells you that the room is no longer officially in use and it's her safe place where she calms down after anything. The boy is worried about her (she's his mom) and nervously walks into the room to ask her what happened.

By this time it was already too late in the afternoon and so I woke up.

Wow 😳 Well, thank you for this excellent dream synopsis, Luck 🙏🏻💫💖 I don't think I know what exactly I just read, but it was definitely an experience and I thank you for it, my love! Very much here for the gay pining twunk Chris content in any case 👀 Love youuuu, please keep 'em coming! 😘

[stop-pressing-e]

The Lost Swan - Chapter 25

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/We're almost at the end of this story and I have two more chapters left to complete. Enjoy reading!/

The car came to a stop suddenly, jerking Trish awake from her nap. When she rubbed the sleep out from her eye, she saw that they stopped for a pit stop, possibly to refuel and stock up on snacks. While Krauser refuelled the Jeep, Trish volunteered to buy more drinks and snacks while allowing her the chance to stretch her legs. The large hoodie she was wearing belonged to Krauser and she adjusted the hood that had been over her head to block out the sun when she was napping to allow her to see properly. It was also to avoid receiving suspicious looks if she was hiding her face while in the store but enough to hide from the cameras.

“Are you doing alright, miss?” The shop clerk asked and Trish responded with a confused ‘hmm’ to the point of raising her eyebrow at him. She noticed that he hadn't rung her items yet while she was pulling out the small wad of cash Krauser gave her to buy things like food. He discreetly pointed to the window, towards where the Jeep is parked and she saw that Krauser was watching them from afar while fueling the car. “Ah,” was all the response Trish could make out at first before she waved in his direction with a small smile. “Sorry about him. He’s a bit overprotective of me.” She spoke with an American accent to hide her actual accent. While she does have her large bang covering part of her face, it wasn’t enough to hide the wide side grin. She knew he was staring at them.

“It’s quite rude to stare and make assumptions without knowing the story.” Trish said in a hushed voice and lowered down her shades so he could see the scars over her right eye and the empty eye socket. “You might want to hurry up and ring up my things before he comes inside to pay for the fuel.” The sight of them has the shop clerk quickly ringing up her stuff and allowing Trish to pay for her items right as Krauser entered the store to pay for the fuel as predicted. His large figure loomed over the poor man and the sight of his own scars and his cold piercing eyes could have made him faint on the dot if not for Trish’s little warning to ring him up without a word. 

Together they returned to the vehicle hand in hand and the bag of items held in Krauser’s other hand and they soon drove away from the petrol station.

They’ve been on the road for five days now. Trish was told of the plan Krauser and Nikki had created two days after Krauser returned for her. She took a day to let her thoughts process and the next morning when the nurse came to check on her, she was greeted with a neat empty bed, Trish’s belongings and Krauser’s stuff gone, and a folded letter addressed to her handler left on the table. The Jeep was also gone. Nikki’s only answer by their disappearance was to shrug her shoulders at the concerned nurse and offer to drive her back home before meeting with Trish’s employers and returning back to her current job.

Two days after they disappeared, a brown envelope was mailed to Nikki’s address. It contained a large sum of money to pay her handsomely for her job well done and a P.O box address with instructions noted down on a postcard of cute cat design.

Originally the plan was for Krauser to bring Trish to the new location when she was deemed fit to move, but by her insistence they took a detour back to their loft to collect anything that was left behind. It was mostly an excuse for her to say her goodbye to the home she was given when she joined the organisation. 

The loft has been stripped empty of the furniture she owns, the art studio she had set up became an empty corner, and any traces of her or Krauser were gone. Everything was moved out while she was still in the coma and they were placed in a storage space near their new place. The weapons from their hidden room were relocated to one of her safe houses for safekeeping until it was time to collect them.

Krauser watched her approach the kitchen first. Trish trailed her real hand over the marble counter, remembering what items used to be there, before stuffing her hand into her jeans pocket. She made her way to the glass door near the living room area, pushing down the handle to see if it was locked, and a soft chuckle escaped her throat.

“Do you remember how it all happened?” She said, turning to him. “It took me four months to figure out why you did it whenever you broke into my place.” “All because I needed a place to crash and at the same time I was curious about where you lived.” It was still an awkward subject for him admittedly because there were no other explanations for his actions and in the end she still forgave him for it because both of them got what they wanted; each other.

He gave one look around the loft. “I’m going to miss this place.” 

“I’ll miss it greatly.” She said, moving away from the glass doors. “So many memories were created here. It held all my happiness, my frustrations, the loneliness, where I’m simply Natasha and not Trish Odile or Dullahan. I was…I’m simply human.” She jerked her head towards the stairs for him to follow her. “There’s a reason I ask you to bring me back here. It wasn’t only to say goodbye to this place.”

The bedroom was bare of its necessities. The bed stripped clean, the wardrobe empty, her bedside table that held her knife and her gun strapped to the legs was missing, and her little office table and chair gone. When she checked the bathroom out of curiosity despite knowing the answer, everything she and he owned were gone too. Krauser watched her pick up the little bedside table and set it to the side, she then knelt down to reveal a surprise he didn’t expect, a secret compartment underneath the floorboard. He swore he almost scoffed by the last place he wouldn’t expect her to hide something else in the loft.

Two notebooks were pulled out from the hidden compartment along with a manila folder and she dusted them clean. The first notebook was a thick spiral book and the second notebook was a thicker leather bound book. All of them were unfamiliar to him and he doesn’t recall seeing either of it laying around in the loft.

He pointed at the notebooks. “This is what we came here for?”

She simply nodded her head. “Yes. This folder contained all the documents I needed should I need to start my life all over again along with information on the scientists from that project I’ve been hunting down. These two are my journals that contain anything I’ve written down. My thoughts, my desires, and my fears. The first one was when I was still with R.A.S. It basically tells you what my life was as a soldier and as my creator’s servant. When the facility became abandoned, I went back there to get it. The second one, it started as a reason to keep track of the memories I’ve created and who I am in general should…Should I forget or relapse.” Trish opened the second notebook and flipped through the pages and stopped at one. “A reason to read back to find myself again because while I become a ghost to the world, I do not want to become a ghost in my own body. That’s why I still write to remember who I became now, and who I was in the past. My real past.”

Krauser’s expressions stilled, almost dumbfounded by her knowledge of her past. Trish took note of his expression, already guessing that he also knew of her past life too. She tapped the items against her other palm, shifting her gaze onto the floor. 

“They were smart to strip away my former identity but their only wrong move was giving me the very name I was born with. By stripping away my family name, I’ll simply be any Natasha in the world who went missing and was never found or ended up dead. I didn’t bother looking deep into that kind of information about who I was. I’m not her anymore the moment I woke up with my memories erased for the first time. All I knew was that I had a family who lost not one but two children and both of their outcomes were because of R.A.S’s actions. I said my goodbyes and my apologies at their graves two years ago when I was in England.” Trish lifted her gaze to meet her lover’s icy blue eyes. “Is that why the documents you had Nikki forged addressed me as Natasha Odette? Because it sounded very similar to my former surname or is it because I’m the complete opposite to Trish Odile?”

At long last he has a chance to speak. “It’s mostly both.” He took a few steps towards her and rested his hands on upper arms. “I believe you deserve to have a last name too just like your counterpart. While you’ll be Trish to everyone in the world and be whoever the name can be, you’ll always be Natasha to me, the real woman I’ve come to know personally.” He kissed her forehead. “But I will always love both versions of you no matter what.” He kissed her lips and he felt her smile against his lips.

“Come on, we better get going and make a move on the road.” He took her hand and guided her back downstairs and towards the front door before she stopped. Trish gave one last look of the empty industrial loft and let out a sad sigh. 

“Goodbye.” She said, tucking the notebooks under her arm to close the door behind her and locked it.

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They checked into a motel for the night and Trish spent the past couple of hours writing her entries about the past month. Page after page it was filled with details and her thoughts to summarise the events of her kidnapping and her torture. She stayed in their room while Krauser went out to get food for them. He didn’t want to leave her alone but she didn’t want to eat out due to her stomach still delicate from eating too much human flesh months ago and the smell of meat affected her smell and her taste.

When he returned, she was not in the room, her journal left open on the table, and her spare wooden arm was found on the bed. He saw the bathroom door ajar and he heard the shower running. Dinner was set near the journal and Krauser made his way to the bathroom. There he saw Trish sitting in the bathtub under the showerhead, her knees pulled up to her chest and hugging them, playing with his dog tags she still wears, and she was lost in her thoughts, almost haunted. Krauser turned the water off and sat on the edge of the bathtub. When Trish took notice of his presence, she simply rested her wet head against his thigh.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, pushing back her wet hair from her face. “Are you ready to tell me?” He didn’t push or rush her to answer him, instead he stroked her head in the similar fashion she had done to him when she had to calm him down in the past when waiting for him to tell her his troubles. “How about we get you out of the tub and get you dressed?” When Krauser was about to move, Trish stopped him with her hand on his wrist. Slowly she met his eyes. 

“I’m scared that I won’t be myself again.” Trish whispered her fear to him. “When I wrote down what I’ve been through, I only wrote when I was conscious, but when it comes to those days when I was under his control, it’s like a fog I’m trying to see to remember what happened during those events. Times I knew what I did but at times I wasn’t sure if it was real or if it was not. Or if I’m me now or…Or that wretched version he called Clara and that disgusting number to degrade me.” She let out a shaky shudder before resting her forehead on his leg. “I’m also afraid that all of the sudden I will forget about you, about us. My body will be okay but not my head.” Speaking of her body, she could feel her limbs coming undone by her emotions and she forced herself to take deep small breaths to regain control of herself again.

“Count Trish.” He rubbed small circles on her back to ease her anxiety. “Remember how you taught me.” He leaned over to the sink where the towel is resting and stood up. “Breathe slowly and count.”

While Trish does it as instructed, Krauser carefully helps her stand up, allowing himself to dry her body before wrapping the towel around her, and wrung the water out of her hair. 

“Natasha, look at me.” He said as he grabbed her chin delicately, tilting her head up in the process. “I will make sure you will be alright. I will do whatever it takes to ensure your memories never falter and more importantly, I will protect you, no matter what. All I ask from you is to trust me to care for you, as you have made me trust you to be in your care.”

Trish closed her eye while letting out a shaky sigh. She stepped forward and wrapped her only arm around his torso, resting her head on his chest to hear his heartbeat. Krauser wrapped his arms around her waist and held her closer, almost as if he’s shielding her from the world. 

“You promise, Jack?” 

“I promise, Natasha.”

“Then I trust you to care for me.”

He nudged her towards the door. “Let’s get you dressed before you catch a cold. Then we’ll try to get you to eat at least.”

“Yes love.” She said and allowed herself to be guided out of the bathroom. The good news was that she managed to finish half of her meal and this was only the beginning of her recovery process.

[little-spicy]

At Last

Stucky x reader

Summary: After a really long mission, Y/N decided to surprise her boys with a treat.

WARNING: ❗️SMUT; oral ( m and f receiving), anal, bondage, ETC.

IT HAD BEEN ALMOST A MONTH SINCE Y/N had been touched. It was aggravating and sexually frustrating as she would spend countless nights in bed alone.

She understood that her boyfriends had their missions, they were Captain America and the Winter Soldier, she knew what they had to do. She also knew that there would be times that they would be gone.

But recently it was mission, after mission, after mission, and she could tell the boys were so tired. They way they walked in and barely could keep their eyes open until they landed on the bed with a thud and sleep. she didn't want them to feel bad and she decided to take it into her own hands.

She had gone to the store and bought everything for her plan to work, from rose petals to chocolate covered strawberries. Even grabbing some new lingerie that would have them foaming at the mouth.

She wanted everything to be perfect for them when they would get back from their recent mission.

This recent mission had them gone for almost a week. She had been talking to them on the phone once in a while and they had told they would be home on Friday, and by the sound of their voice they were tired.

It was Friday night and she had laid everything out and she was proud of the end results. Rose petals covered the bed, the lights were dim as the room had a few candles and she made sure they were in safe places so they weren't a fire hazard, chocolate covered strawberries in a bowl next to the night stand, champagne with three glasses, and wearing her sexy lingerie with her hair up and wearing the stockings that the boys love so much.

She was giddy and excited for them to come home and would get a few texts from them every so often. She played some soft music, and now all she had to do was wait.

It didn't take long as she could hear the door faintly being unlocked and now it was her time to lay on the bed.

She could hear the door open, and she could hear Steve and Bucky enter their apartment.

"Baby? Baby, we're home." Bucky said and she heard him put his stuff down.

"Doll?" Steve said and Y/N couldn't stop smiling.

"In the bedroom!" Y/N shouted and she felt her heart race as they came closer to the door. She laid down and when she heard the door open, there stood her boyfriends.

"Hi honey, hi sweetie." Y/N said as she gave them a coy smile, both of them stood there surprised as they looked at the room and especially Y/N.

"Doll is this-" Steve was cut off by Y/N getting off the bed and showing off her lingerie.

"I know you guys have been busy, so I wanted to surprise you both." Y/N said and both gave them a kiss on the shocked faces, she stepped back and they didn't say a word. "D-do- do you like it?"

Y/N was suddenly picked up by Bucky and he growled.

"I fucking love it." Bucky said and kissed her quickly and had his hands roaming around her body, making Y/N moan in his mouth.

Her hand quickly went to bulge in his pants, making her core more soaked as she knew she made him feel this way.

She felt another mouth kiss her neck and begin to suck on her sweet spot and she separated from the kiss with Bucky to gasp and lean her body back to Steve as she felt his arm held around her waist.

"You are so fucking beautiful doll, so lucky to have you." Steve said and kissed her new hickey that was bright red on her neck. "Buck on the bed."

"Touch yourself baby." Bucky said and kissed her head tenderly.

Bucky placed Y/N down on the bed and she could fully see how hard they were in their uniforms. She was staring and Steve smirked, Steve put his fingers under her chin and made her look up into his blue eyes.

"I think Sargent gave you an order doll." Steve said and Y/N immediately moved her panties to the side to give them a clear view of her pulsating pussy and she began to touch herself.

Bucky went to over to Steve and kissed him quickly, helping him out of his uniform. Steve doing the same all the while, Y/N was moaning and fingering herself in front of them.

She watched them stripe themselves bare, clothes almost ripping off as the two super soldiers fought for dominance. Bucky bit Steve's lip, pulling it back and roughly grabbing his hair. Steve grabbed his hair back and grunted as his tongue explored Bucky's mouth.

She moaned loudly, one of her hands focusing on her clit, while the other plays with her folds and teasingly goes in and out.

That gained their attention and both of the men smirked and came forward.

"You can stop touching yourself doll." Steve said and spread her legs wide open. "You are so beautiful, look at the pussy just shining."

"I agree captain, I could stare at it for hours." Bucky said and used his mental hand to touch Y/N's burning core. She whined and she bucked her hips. "Such a needy little thing, but we know it's been a while."

Both men were on their knees now, Steve ripped her panties, so they could fully enjoy her. Bucky ripped off the rest of her lingerie and threw it somewhere in the room. Bucky kissed Steve one last time, and without warning dove into Y/N's pussy and causing her to gasp, letting out a squeal.

Bucky held one of her thighs down as Steve held the other. Bucky ate her like a wild man, his tongue entered into her, moaning into her and causing vibrations to go to her throbbing clit. Steve kissed Y/N's thigh as Bucky devoured her, the light feather kisses and Bucky's rampage began to tip Y/N over the edge.

Steve could see she was getting close, so as Bucky began to eat her out, Steve began to rub circles on her clit and Y/N began to buck her hips.

"Oh, fuck, honey." Y/N said and Steve took her hand and squeezed it.

"You gonna cum baby?" Steve taunted and kissed her thigh.

"Y-yes oh fuck!" She stuttered. "C-can I please cum, C-captain?"

"Cum baby, such a good girl for us." Steve praised and that's all it took to make Y/N a screaming mess. Bucky moaned as Y/N began to gush her juices all over his tongue. He drank it all up and loved the taste of her.

"How does she taste Sargent?" Steve asked and Bucky pulled away gasping.

"So good, god I could eat her for hours." Bucky said and got up and kissed Y/N. She touched the side of his face lovingly and when pulling away she smiled shyly at him and made him smirk. "So beautiful doll, forgot how good you taste."

"I should taste her too." Steve said and Bucky held Y/N up and tightly, as Steve did the same thing as Bucky and began to feast.

"Does that feel good baby?" Bucky said as he lightly gave her kisses on her neck shoulder. Y/N nodded feverishly as Steve held her thighs down, impossible for her to escape his grip. "Words baby."

"Y-yes his t-tongue feels so g-good." She said and hid her face in Bucky's chest. "I-I'm g-gonna cum."

"Do it baby, cum for us." Bucky said and moved his head in front of her breast and took one of them in his mouth and began to suck. Nipping and biting her nipple, making her legs shake.

She then felt it, the coil inside of her that began to snap. She was cumming all over Steve and she chanted his name like a prayer, as Bucky devoured her breasts.

Steve did the same thing as Bucky and took every drop, and once she came down from her high, Steve gently kissed her clit. She jumped a bit but Steve soothed her and kissed her thigh.

He looked up at Bucky and they both had a glint of mischief in their eyes, Y/N couldn't see it but if she did, she would be quivering.

"Oh doll, you are such a good girl for us." Steve said and Y/N chest rose up and down. "Spread yourself baby, Bucky lay down."

Steve swirled his tongue on one of her nipples and Bucky kissed her neck. Bucky listened to Steve's words and laid down beside Y/N and watched as Steve stuck his fingers into Y/N and used her wetness as lube and grabbed Bucky's cock.

Bucky groaned and hissed as he felt Steve hand grip his cock. The way Steve's hand moved, and Y/N came over and decided to suck on Steve's cock.

"Shit doll, just like that, get me nice and wet." Steve said and Y/N began to bob her head on Steve's cock. She moaned and swirled her tongue on the base of his shaft, she gagged a few times but she didn't care.

All she cared about was the taste of Steve's precum in her mouth.

"You want me to fuck you Sargent?" Steve asked, his finger leaving his cock, Bucky whined and Steve smacked his thigh. "So needy, just like Y/N."

"Fuck yes, I- I want Y/N to ride my cock." Bucky said.

"Since you asked so nice." Steve said and pulled Y/N off of his cock, he looked at her in all of her glory. Her mouth wide open, drool falling from her mouth, and the mascara running down her cheeks. "Our good girl, Sargent let Y/N fuck you."

Bucky quickly grabbed Y/N and manhandled her to be on top of him reverse cowgirl. Y/N looked up at Steve and kissed him softly. Steve went to the closet and grabbed some lube, coating his cock nice and wet and when coming back to the bed, he aligned his cock towards Bucky's hole.

"Sink onto his cock doll." Steve said and Y/N nodded and grabbed Bucky's cock and teased it between her fold, making Bucky groan.

"Fuck, stop teasing baby." Bucky said and grabbed her hips and began to ease her into his cock. Y/N and Bucky moaned and that was Steve's cue to put his cock into Bucky.

All three of them moaning in pleasure as they all felt so full.

"Fuck, baby, Captain start moving." Bucky said with a whine and Y/N but her lip in anticipation and Steve, cupped Y/N's face and kissed her. He began to move in and out of Bucky, and Y/N began to move her hips.

"Oh fuck." Steve said as he kept a steady pace. "I want you to milk his cock doll."

"Y-yes captain." Y/N said as she moved her hips up and down, her slickness coating Bucky's cock and making him moan the loudest.

"Faster baby, god I can feel your grip so tight." Bucky said and gripped her hips, knowing that there would be bruises later.

"Fill me up Sargent, I want you to fill me up with your cum." Y/N said and kissed Steve's neck, sucking on his sweet spot and Steve let out a loud moan. It was the last straw to push him over the edge.

"Fuck! I'm cumming, shit." Steve growled and slammed into Bucky hard and rough.

"Me too, ahhh." Y/N screamed and clenched around Bucky's cock. "I'm gonna milk you, S-Sargent."

"God fucking milk me for all I got, holy fuck." Bucky said and began to spill his seed into her. "Yes, fuck."

Steve had finished his orgasm and leaned down on Y/N, kissing her shoulder softly, looking at Bucky in arousal as Bucky finished cumming.

Y/N laughed silently as she felt Steve's sweaty figure, and touched his damp hair as she felt Bucky twitch inside her.

"Let's take a break doll, we are only beginning and those strawberries look delicious." Steve said and pulled out of Bucky gently. Bucky hissed from the feeling of emptiness and Bucky then helped Y/N off oh him and she laid beside Bucky on her side.

She kissed him hazily, and smiled as he looked at her with a dopey grin.

"How about some shower sex and then strawberries and champagne?" Y/N asked, looking up at Steve.

"Only if I can fuck you doll., I've missed this" Steve said and cupped her sex, making her jump and form goosebumps. Bucky put his hand on Y/N's thigh and rubbed circle.

"I want to fuck you too Captain." Bucky said and Y/N nuzzled into Bucky.

"Alright let's take a shower." Steve said and picked Y/N up off the bed and she laughed excitedly as Steve smacked her ass.

"I'm coming punk." Bucky said and got up and almost fell over from the excitement.

Steve put Y/N down and turned the shower on. Bucky came up behind Y/N and wrapped his arms around her and kissed her cheek.

"So lucky to have you baby, we really do like the treat you gave us." Bucky said. "We really do."

"I just know it's been a rough couple of weeks for you boys." Y/N told them and turned around and touched Bucky's cheek. "I just wanted you to come home and feel loved."

"We do doll, every time we walk in from when your laying bed with that sexy lingerie or-" Steve was cut off by Bucky.

"Or when your on the couch in one of our shirts and sweatpants." Bucky said and Y/N was then caught in a super soldier sandwich.

"Now let's get in that shower, then in bed with a bit of strawberries and champagne." Steve said and kissed them both. Steve put his hand out for both of them to take and they both took it instantly.

Steve led them into the shower and all three of them were happy to be together, finally,

At last.

A/N: Should I do a part 2????

Hope you liked this! If you want to give me prompts or suggestions for another preference or one shot let me know! I do Marvel, Star Wars, Doctor Who, and Harry Potter! ✨✨

[cherryjuicegf]

"Now stay with me. We're almost done."

A low whimper echoes in the room, and a breath released, strained. Geralt doesn't look up. Only, he places his hand under Jaskier's waist and lifts him from the bed ever so slightly, just for his breath to hitch, and wraps the bandage tight around his torso.

There's a sob caught in the base of Jaskier's throat that he still hasn't let go, as though storing it in case he feels more pain and has no voice to weep.

Gently, carefully, Geralt wraps the bandage, eyes fixed on his hands and the red stitched line on pale skin that disappears under the white cloth, like a secret he pretends does not exist, in hopes of getting rid of it. Slowly, carefully. Don't think of the blood, don't smell the tears. The salt is tickling his nose, harder than the scent of the salve. Eyes fixed on his hands and under his nails, there are still smudges of blood. Jaskier's blood. He shivers. Don't think, don't doubt. Its not a time for him to be comforted.

He ties the bandage tightly and stares at it for moments, minutes, he can't tell. Jaskier is now silent. It terrifies him.

Finally, finally he lifts his head and looks at him and it's just what he expected to see, and something more. Jaskier is staring at him under half-closed eyelids, exhausted and drained and there's still a smudge of blood on his cheek that has mixed with the tears. They are drying now, its trails visible on the bard's skin. His lips are curved into a tight wince, as though if they remain closed the pain will cease.

And yet. Under all this, the pain, the limpness that is still too new to leave behind, Jaskier's gaze is warm. Warm, like two arms thrown around Geralt's shoulders and holding him close and a laugh muffled in his throat.

He swallows. He wants to ask. He doesn't.

Instead, he raises his hand and wipes the dampness away from Jaskier's cheek, along with the blood, and feels the bard's stare fixed on him, although hanging by a thread. Jaskier leans into the touch, and as though finally certain of Geralt's prescence, closes his eyes with a sigh. His voice quivers weak. "It hurts."

Geralt feels the words wrapped around his heart like a red string. His hand cups Jaskier's face, heavy, a reassurance. "You'll be alright. I promise." He does, because such a promise if broken doesn't carry only Jaskier's life, but also his.

Then, as if he's slipping into a dream, Jaskier smiles faintly, eyes still closed. "Does it feel like this, then?"

A pause. "What does?"

With difficulty, yet not one he's to let take over, Jaskier opens his eyes and looks at Geralt, head tilted to fit better into the lines of his palm. "When I tend to your wounds. Do you feel so loved too?"

Suddenly, his eyes are so bright in their blue they resemble the sea, and Geralt craves to sink into it, drown if he needs to, and something inside him eases and melts. The warmth. A lump forms in his throat. "Yes, I do. And..." He bites his lips, wants to avert his gaze so that his welled eyes are not visible. But he's done hiding. "And safe." He watches as Jaskier grins, and smiles too. "You make me feel loved and safe."

Jaskier nods, eyes glinting. "Good," he whispers, and his lids are drooping again, breath slower. "That's good."

He speaks no more. Only closes his eyes and sleeps, finally, after everything, and Geralt lets him. Gazes at him, at his face now peaceful and his chest rising slowly, and after a while realizes he is still smiling. But oh, he can't help it.

Silently, he leans and removes the sweaty hair and places a kiss, soft, on his forehead, and lingers there. Then he lies beside him careful and takes his hand. In his sleep, Jaskier laces their fingers together. Safe. Loved.

Geralt closes his eyes, and the smile remains.

[buckleyx]

eeek yay!!! pls okay okay, so can i please request a eddie x reader where the reader is on the phone with him and the reader gets attacked, and eddie has to listen to the entire conversation as the phone is still on.

(pretty much like bobby and athena when she got attacked)

also thank you so much for this love!

LAST CALL E.D

The GIF I used is not mine! All credit goes to the owner!

Author’s note: Hello beautiful anon! Thank you so much for requesting <33 After the latest episode I wanted to write some angst *evil laugh* I hope you like it xD

Warnings: Mentions of character death, guns and violence and of course traumatised Eddie

EDDIE DIAZ X GENDER!NEUTRAL READER

masterlist

"Let's see," You mumbled, holding your phone against your ear as you folded your grocery list open. "If you like i can bring some tomatoes for soup tonight."

"Oh soup!" Eddie squealed excited. You chuckled at his excitement, walking further down the alley you always took to get to the grocery store. "I can pick up Christopher if you'd like. It otherwise may be a bit tight to get there on time with your shift." You proposed, earning a tired hum from the other side of the line.

You turned around the corner only a few miles away from your local supermarket. Your head was full of anticipation for tonight that you didn't see the random man approaching you.

"I'm sure Christopher will be more then happy to see you pick him up. He gets disappointed lately if he sees it's not you but me." He joked but you were dead silent, standing silent as the unknown man stopped in front of you. He zipped open his jacket, strictly grabbing a gun from his inside pocket. You stood frozen, trying to process were this suddenly came from as your mind raced to nearby exists or ways to take control over this sudden situation.

"You're gonne do exactly like I say, alright. " The man in front of you threatened as he stepped closer. You nodded in fear, carefully laying your phone down on the ground as well with your wallet and backpack.

"Y/n?" Eddie asked, sensing the tension at your part. "Are you still there?"

"Please don't hurt me. I-I got money." You begged, gesturing over to your wallet on to the ground. You wished Eddie was here, he would know that to do in this type of situations.

"I don't need your fucking money." The man spit. "I need you."

Your eyes grew wide, taking steps back as he furter approached you. You shook your head, hoping this was all a terrible nightmare and that you'll soon wake up in Eddie's comforting arms.

"No, please."

Your boyfriend on the line was full on yelling your name now but all he could hear were loud grunts of pain in response. The team had gathered around him, trying their best to keep him calm and figure out what was happening.

Athena and her team became involved and your call got send through to dispatch. The innocent phone call to Eddie now became an emergency call of the upmost importance.

The bell was rang and the 118 got the order to send a medic as soon as possible to the now know location.

Eddie was still clutched to his phone, the last audible sound that came from your end was the sound of a gun fire. His heart felt like it was beating out of his chest. Buck tried calming him down, telling him how strong you really are to get yourself out of this situation safely but Eddie's mind was already fogged with worry and nothing would get him out of this state except for you.

The line was cut off and the last sound of your voice was a plea for help and panic filled screams, screaming out for the person you loved, Eddie.

"I can't take this anymore." Eddie sighed, his eyebrows knitted together as he tried keeping the tears in his eyes from falling.

"We're almost there Eddie." Hen encouraged. Buck placed his hand on Eddie's schoulder but words failed him. He could tell Eddie everything will be alright but even he couldn't help the absolute fear he was going through.

Bobby announced they'd arrived and the Eddie practically jumped out of the truck. Hen had gathered her gear and ran over to the ally you were located with Chimney close to her side.

Eddie had never run this fast in his life before, his legs couldn't almost keep up with him. He felt the air leave his body when he saw the red and blue police lights covering the scene. There were officers everywhere. He noticed Athena talking to Bobby and then it all became slow motion for him.

He looked around for you but without luck. He kept turning around, making his head spin in circles, feeling like it was gonna explode.

And then he saw it.

The body bag.

It was white and placed firmly on a stretcher. His heart stopped. Everything stopped. All was silent. And all was gone. An officer approached the bag and carefully zipped it close. He noticed the gold necklace laying beside it. It was the one he gave you. The one you swore to never take off.

Everything he loved was taken away from him in one evening. Somebody else decided your fate. Your ending. Your life. Somebody else took that decision for you.

And the thought was something Eddie couldn't bare to live with.

He couldn't live without you because it had always been you.

My requests are open!

[ikaroux]

Xiao: Always (part 2) (EN)

f!reader

The Japanese dubbing of Kirito (Sword art online), helped me a lot to imagine how Xiao's emotions would be expressed.

The ost that inspired me a lot for most of the scenes:

Ori and the will of the wisps: Fading of the Light and The story of Niwen (The ost in general fits Xiao perfectly <3)

Masterlist

Part 1

You had been in Liyue for several months now for your research. You had met several people there, some of whom had turned into real friendships. Hu Tao, Ganyu and the lovely Qiqi were the only girls with whom you had formed a real friendship and then there was Mr. Zhongli with whom you liked to talk a lot.

But above all you met Xiao, a taciturn young man with a cold look in his eyes. After some research, you learned who he really was, a follower protecting Liyue at the risk of his life. He was also known as the last surviving Yaksha, fighting day and night against the emanations of the ancient evil gods killed by the Geo Archon.

Zhongli, who had revealed to you who he really was, often spoke to you about Xiao. Sometimes he would ask you to bring him some medicine specially designed for him to relieve the pain that was eating him up inside.

This was not a big problem for you, as you were staying at the Wangshu Inn. It was perfectly located in the centre of Liyue, making it easier for you to get to different research sites. Zhongli had explained to you that this inn was a front, built mainly to relieve Xiao a little from his eternal burden.

Since your meeting with the adept, you had never dared to call him, for fear of disturbing him. You simply left Zhongli's small gifts in his flats, placed prominently on the table in the centre of the room.

A gift... you had wanted to give him one for some time, but not knowing his tastes, it was difficult to decide. What if he doesn't like it? What if he got mad at you? What if... You then thought of the innkeeper in Wangshu who had known Xiao for a while, she must have known a thing or two about the follower's tastes!

After consulting Verr Goldet on what Xiao liked, she taught you how to prepare the young man's favourite dish. So you prepared tofu with almonds once or twice a week as a gift to him. But even so, he never deigned to show himself to you again.

Yet Xiao was never far from you, always hidden in the shadows watching you, protecting you from the dangers that lurked.

The bond he felt between you and him had never disappeared. Near you, all the pain, all the suffering he felt disappeared. He knew that you were human, so fragile, so fleeting compared to him who had lived for millennia, yet in his eyes you were a true goddess. The night he saw you surrounded by this halo of light, his world was turned upside down. Of course he had discussed this with his master, Morax, or rather Zhongli as he liked to be called from now on.

Xiao asked him during one of their conversations:

"I don't understand, I can never take my eyes off her and my heart - he placed his hand on his chest, clutching the white tunic he was wearing - hurts when I lose sight of her for even a few seconds. I don't understand... Sir Zhongli, I don't understand..."

His voice often broke at such moments. Zhongli then placed his hand on the follower's shoulder, a gentle smile on his face.

"Talk to him and you will finally understand. "he would say to her each time.

"I can't... If I stay around her too long... the darkness around me will eventually engulf her too. "

The sadness in Zhongli's eyes matched the sadness in Xiao's. The adept would often leave without the answer he so eagerly awaited, going to the balcony of the inn to sit on the railing and gaze at the stars. When his gaze turned to his room, more precisely to the small round wooden table in the centre, he was looking for proof of your presence. Almost every day you would leave him an offering, medicine, the almond tofu he loved so much, a flower, a mineral or an artefact you had found on your expeditions. Every little gift you gave him made him forget his torments for a short while, savouring the joy he felt at the time. He treasured every item you gave him, carefully stored in a small gold box encrusted with jade.

When the moon was high in the sky, Xiao would sometimes go to your room, passing by your balcony to see if you were sleeping. Sometimes he would go inside the moonlit room to see your sleeping face. He thought you were terribly beautiful, he had never been so fascinated by anyone, let alone a mortal. He would sometimes tuck a strand of your hair back behind your ear, slightly disturbing your sleep, and you would wrinkle your nose with a groan, causing him to back away hastily.

When Xiao was sure you were still asleep, he would take the opportunity to give you a gift of his own, placed on your bedside table.

As he did every night, he would end up sitting on the roof of your balcony watching for any threat to you.

By the time the sun came up, Xiao was already gone. When you woke up, you would find objects that were not there the day before. It could be a crystal nucleus or sometimes a Qingxin flower, which made you smile every time. You kept all the gifts he gave you as a treasure.

Today you had to go to Mondstadt to visit your friend Lisa, whom you had met in Sumeru. She had come one year to visit her former teachers, introducing herself to the students in the class. The two of you had talked a lot, creating a bond of friendship that you had maintained through correspondence.

In your last exchanges, she expressed a wish to see you, which you gladly accepted. You had planned to stay there for a week, so it was not surprising that you were preparing some things to take with you.

Even though your protector never showed up in front of you, at least not since that night when he gave you his name, you wanted to leave him a letter to explain that you would be back in Liyue in a week.

Before leaving, you left him a plate of tofu with almonds, your letter carefully placed next to the plate.

You didn't think that the wind would blow your letter away from him before he had even read it.

Xiao was accompanying Aether and two other companions for the day. They were to help him confront creatures once sealed in an ancient temple near the nine pillars of Cuijue Slope. The battle was long and difficult, but in the end they managed to exterminate the monsters, allowing Aether to retrieve the treasure that lay deep in the ruins. Xiao hurried back to the Wangshu Inn, feeling a bottomless pit forming inside him. He had been feeling uneasy for a while, a part of him wanted to make sure you were okay. When he arrived at his flat, he saw that you had left him a plate of tofu with almonds, and he took a bite, although he was too nervous to really enjoy them properly.

Xiao put his hand over his face in great pain.

His chest hurt terribly, the voices in his head tortured him again and his body seemed to be chained by the darkness inside him. Why was this? His karma hadn't weighed so heavily on him since he... since he... had met you.

He exhaled loudly, a sudden fear filling his body, making his hands tremble. Without further questioning, he quickly disappeared through his anemo vision and landed in your room. It was pitch black and looked horribly empty. The books usually scattered around your room were gone, your things were gone, your wardrobe was empty.

"No... no... don't go... (Y/n) don't go..."

His voice trembled in shock as his eyes still searched for traces of your presence.

"(Y/n)..."

Nothing. There was nothing. Nothing left. You were gone.

He couldn't even feel your presence on Liyue's land.

Had something happened to you? What if you had been attacked by monsters? The thought terrified him. He thought of your sleeping face, so peaceful. He thought of the promise he had made to himself to protect you.

Your absence was as painful to him as the day Aether told him Rex Lapis was dead. He couldn't bear it.

Xiao vowed to find you again and if you accepted him, he would stay by your side, he would not run away again.

He would listen to you sing again.

He searched for you for seven long days, which was a real physical and psychological torture for him. Aether, worried about his friend, helped him in his search, informing Zhongli, Ganyu and Hu Tao of your disappearance and the state in which the follower was.

Xiao always carried one of the gifts you had given him, holding on to it in the hope of finding you safe and sound.

With his mask over his face and his spear in hand, he slaughtered every hilichurl camp, hoping to find some trace of you, something that would prove to him that you were still alive. Disappointment after disappointment, the anger and hatred grew inside him every day, struggling to control it. He was leaving behind a pool of blood, soon he would sink into madness, feeling the sting of the karmic chains that made him sink a little deeper. How could he have formed such a strong bond with someone that he lost control?

"Xiao, we're going to find her. "

Zhongli's reassuring hand rested on the follower's shoulder.

Xiao had not removed his mask, but the former Geo Archon could still see tears of pain flowing from his eyes. His hand moved from his shoulder to the top of the young man's head. He knew what Xiao was going through, after all he too had lost loved ones in the past.

A varnished lily flower suddenly appeared under Xiao's nose. Ganyu held it out to him with a thin smile on his face. The Yaksha, who had watched you for a long time, knew that this flower was your favourite, many times he had seen you studying it, drawing it, smelling it, admiring it...

He could clearly see your face beaming as you drew it, singing a Sumeru tune.

He slowly grasped the flower that the young woman was holding out to him with renewed hope.

You had been leaving Lisa for a few hours now, promising her and your new friends that you would return to see them soon. You were anxious to get to the Wangshu Inn to rest. You missed your friends in Liyue and the absence of the Yaksha warrior around you left your heart empty.

You knew that he was never far from you. You knew that at night he sometimes stroked your hair, thinking you were asleep. You knew how soft his eyes were when he watched you draw.

You knew that he loved to listen to you sing.

Your lips curled upwards, happy at the idea of finding his presence. For this occasion you had grabbed an anemo crystal core which you intended to offer his.

When you reached the border between Mondstadt and Liyue, the atmosphere suddenly seemed heavy. You could not hear the birds singing, nor the wind cradling the trees.

Time seemed to stand still.

Alerted, you quickened your pace, crossing the wooden bridge that separated you from the shore.

The sudden sound of a branch breaking made you jump. You looked towards the source of the noise, finding yourself face to face with a Brutorocheux chief surrounded by some Brutoshamans and common Brutocollinus.

Your voice and body trembled.

"Why are they here? There have never been so many monsters on the border..."

The Brutocollinus came forward, threatening, it screamed, the breath knocking you to the ground. The smaller ones stepped forward, weapons in hand, while the Brutoshamans chanted their incantations.

Fear froze you in place, you were not a warrior, far from it. Your pupils dilated with fear and shook as the Brutoshaman ran towards you, fist in the air, ready to crush you. By reflex you had grown brambles around you to protect yourself.

But the creature in front of you was of a geo nature, impervious to the little thorns in your plants. Your trembling hand rose before you, summoning a flower capable of projecting poison, but again the monster crushed your hopes as did the flower beneath its feet.

"As long as you are in Liyue, I will protect you. Call me and I'll be there in a second."

Fear choked you, tears beading in the corners of your eyes as you remembered the words of the man you loved.

Xiao.

The sight of his gentle smile as he looked at you, thinking you hadn't noticed his presence.

Xiao.

The tender look in his eyes as he listened to you singing hidden behind a tree.

Xiao...

His hands savouring the feel of your hair between his fingers as you slept.

"XIAO! "

The moment you shouted his name, a gust of wind swept through the area. Blows rained down before you, and the brutocollinus and brutoshamans were the first to perish.

There he was, leaping to an inhuman height, a mask hiding his face and a menacing black aura covering him completely. The spear he always carried with him was pointed at the enemy as the Yaksha fell violently to the ground, sending out anemo illusions from his weapon that skewered the creature. He repeated his move once more, shattering its shell, before finishing it off by charging it with extreme speed. The Brutorocheux fell heavily to the ground, disappearing in a cloud of smoke.

Xiao moved his hand in front of his face, making his mask disappear, and then planted his spear on the ground. He ran towards you over the brambles you had created, not caring about the thorns that tore his legs. He knelt beside you, his eyes filled with terror and concern.

You looked into his eyes, shocked and trembling.

Finally you exploded, screaming and crying now that it was all over. You fell into his arms, your head resting in the crook of his neck, partially muffling your screams and tears.

He had found you. At last...

His heart broke free from its chains, relieved to see you safe and sound.

He felt as if his heart was going to burst out of his chest, so strong was it beating.

When he had reached you after your call and had seen you surrounded by monsters, monsters that were there because of him, because of the slaughter he had made in the camps of his creatures, the rage had risen in him. If you had been hurt because of him, he would never forgive himself.

He would never have forgiven himself.

He was surprised by your sudden embrace, not really knowing how he should react. What did humans do in such moments?

He raised his arms hesitantly, placing his hands gently on your back. Seeing that you didn't reject him, he hugged you a little tighter, soothing his soul and body with your warmth.

"Don't disappear again..."

His voice was husky, vibrant, emotion knotting his throat. He buried his nose in your hair, inhaling the scent of the flowers that covered you.

"Xiao..."

Your tears continued to fall as your hands clutched at his clothes.

He surprised you by planting a kiss on your neck. He left his face hidden there, not wanting to be seen so vulnerable. His trembling hands around you were more than enough to describe the emotions that were currently running through him.

When your tears stopped, his hands gently grasped your shoulders, pulling you back to get a better look at your face. He wiped away the tears that remained on your cheeks before placing the palm of his hand on them, caressing you with his thumb. Your hand joined his, closing your eyes to savour the sensation.

His forehead came to rest against yours, exhaling a shaky breath.

The happiness of finally having her so close to you involuntarily activated your dendro vision. Varnished lily flowers bloomed around you, and firefly-like particles of light swirled near your faces.

"Stay close to me. Always. "

"Always. "

Xiao didn't know exactly what he was doing as he tilted his head to your lips. The only thing he knew was that he wanted this connection badly.

The bond between you was stronger than any contract, he loved you, by the archons, he loved you more than anyone else.

An emotion so human but so beautiful...

Your lips... tasted like a sweet dream.

Bonus n°1:

"Ah, there they are! "

Paimon yelled to his companions, pointing at you and Xiao. Zhongli was the first to arrive and observed the scene unfolding before his eyes.

"XIAO! "

Paimon shouted, his voice carrying to you. Xiao parted violently from your lips, falling on his butt in the process, his face completely red with embarrassment.

Aether, who had arrived just after Zhongli, grabbed the little fairy in his arms, planting his hand over her mouth to silence her. Hu Tao and Ganyu were waving at you, reassured that you were okay. Xiao had completely forgotten that they had come with them.

He knew that with that chatty fairy and Hu Tao not far away, the rest of the day was going to be hell for him. He wanted to grab you in his arms and run away from his troubles, but when his gaze turned to Zhongli's, his heart was suddenly lighter with a burden. The gentle smile of his master and the kindly gaze he projected upon him broke the last remaining chains of doubt within him.

Bonus #2:

Xiao had offered you on the way back the varnished Lily flower that Ganyu had given him earlier, hanging it in your hair. You walked behind your companions towards the Wangshu Inn, laughter and loud discussions (too loud for his taste) were going on.

Xiao stood very close to you without physically touching you. You never took your eyes off his face, which he noticed. He abruptly turned his head in the opposite direction, the tips of his ears glowing crimson, forcing an affectionate smile on your face.

After a few minutes of silent walking between the two of you, he finally asked you a question.

"Why did you leave? -He looked at you again, his eyes full of emotion-"I thought you were gone forever...or worse, dead. "

His voice trembled at the thought, making your eyes widen. In a comforting gesture, you grabbed his hand, interlacing your fingers with his. The gesture surprised him, he was not used to physical (or emotional!) contact.

"Didn't you read my letter? "

Xiao blinked, once, twice, three times.

"What letter? "

"The one I left on the table next to the tofu dish. "

Xiao's face became totally impassive. He tried to piece together a visual image of his room in his mind, seeing your dish on his table very clearly, but no matter how hard he concentrated, no letter came to him.

"There was no letter. "

"Oh... Maybe it was blown away then?"

Xiao remained silent as you explained that you had gone to see a friend in Mondstadt. He listened to you without really listening, an array of emotions passing through his eyes. He needed someone to blame, anyone he could vent his anger and frustration on.

The wind... The wind...

A malevolent smile spread across his face and his amber eyes glowed with a menacing gleam.

He brought his hand up to his face, a gesture he made to reveal his Yaksha mask.

His hoarse voice whispered dangerously:

"Barbatos..."

Further on, in Mondstadt, Venti felt a shiver run through his body, freezing him in place.