#but facing the world & future without him and not knowing if we'll even talk again is so scary and so hard :(

[bunnihearted]

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[taeyongdoyoung]

wolf and bunny

summary: you ask your best friend to fuck you in your sleep but your bottled up feelings come out to the surface... pairing: chan x reader genre: smut, best friends to lovers warnings: cnc/somnophilia, discussion of boundaries, eating out, touching, groping, unprotected sex, spanking, stranger+wolf/bunny roleplay, little red riding hood references, face-slapping (once), size kink, cockwarming, multiple rounds, feelings (ew), pet names, discussion of future scenario 👀 (i know i said this is the end but...we'll see) author's note: hii everyone, this is the third and final part of my wolf and bunny series, thank you so much for going on this nasty journey with me 🤍 part one & part two word count: 2k

You and Chan are having a bit of a disagreement in connection with the circumstances surrounding your next game.

“But I want to know exactly which night you’ll do it.”

“If you know, you won’t be able to fall asleep,” Chan reasons with you. “Kinda like Santa Claus. Kids stay up all night waiting for him and then he never comes.”

“Please, even if the kids were asleep, he’d still never come ‘cause the parents are putting the presents under the tree!”

“It was just a metaphor.”

“A bad one. You’re gonna have to work harder to convince me.”

“Hey, wasn’t this your idea in the first place?” Chan reminds you teasingly. “You’re the one who wants me to fuck her in her sleep.”

“Ey, don’t pretend you won’t be into it,” you shake your head.

You are both so stubborn you don’t see this ending unless one of you retreats. Then, after a brief consideration, you speak again.

“Fine. You can keep the secret of the exact night you’ll do this. On one condition.”

“Sure, bunny, let’s hear it,” Chan listens eagerly.

“If I wake up, you won’t stop. I’ll just pretend I’m still sleepy and we keep going.”

“Is that even possible? I mean, for you to not wake up?”

“It is if you drug me or something,” you shrug.

“Ugh, don’t give me such evil ideas. You never know when I might take advantage of you.”

“Oh, I’m counting on it, wolfie.”

“But are you sure the sleep thing is a great idea? I mean, you wouldn't be able to say a safeword...” Chan can't help but worry, always putting your needs first and planning every scenario in great detail to make sure you're alright. Damnit, could he get any more perfect? He's so sweet and considerate you wish you could just tell him how you feel. But what if that scares him away? What if you lose not only your wicked game buddy but your best friend in the entire world? You wouldn't be able to live with yourself.

“Yes, I'm positive, Chris,” you place your hand on top of his. “I trust you 100% and know that you'll look after me. The question is, do you trust my judgement?”

“I mean, I do trust you. It's just that last time you didn't communicate your discomfort clearly and I wouldn't want to risk messing up to the point of accidentally hurting you,” Chan verbalizes his anxieties.

“I get what you're saying but it's not like I'm open to doing this with a stranger. It's you we're talking about. You've always been great at taking care of people so I know you wouldn't go too far. But at the same time, I wouldn't mind if you went loose. If anyone can take it and accept you fully, it would be me.”

“Yeah, I know. You're right. But just in case, I want you to know beforehand that I care about you and respect you like a lot. So, even if I get carried away, I still want you to feel safe.”

“Aww, Chris, ya old softie! I always feel safe with you, it goes without saying!” you insist.

“Well, I like hearing you say it.”

You gulp nervously. His voice is so commanding and yet so reassuring that your words have never rung truer. He's more to you than a safety net and you hope he knows it. He's incredibly thoughtful and infinitely kinder than the first expression. He's a riddle in the way he keeps surprising you and yet you wanna keep learning more about him. He's hundreds of the loveliest words in the dictionary multiplied. He's more comforting than your favourite blanket. He's warmth personified and you would be an idiot to let him go.

“I'll try to say it more often, then,” you promise. “When I'm with you, I know no harm will come my way. But here's the thing...you're the only one I'd willingly let hurt me.”

“I don't want to hurt you, though.”

“You don't?” you pout, suddenly feeling guilty. Then, what have you been doing? Was he forcing himself to act out these fantasies for your sake alone? You genuinely thought he was enjoying them as much as you were.

“Sorry, that came out wrong,” Chan is quick to explain. “I like our games. I meant that I don't want to hurt you emotionally. Ever.”

“Ah, yeah, that makes sense,” you chuckle, feeling a little stupid. “Well, you don't need to worry about that. Glad we had this talk.”

“Me too,” Chan gazes at you fondly.

“So, which night are you fucking me while I'm asleep?” you attempt to find out while he has this dazed look in his eye.

“Next- Hey, nice try! I'm not telling you, you impatient devil.”

“Aw, man, I was so close,” you bemoan the uncertainty of your future.

“You wish.”

The long-awaited night finally arrives. Chan has a key to your place so entering it is too easy. He makes sure he picks a night when you’ve complained about being exhausted and sleepy all day long. And he is certain that you’re passed out in your room, not suspecting a thing. Well, a part of you is always anticipating what could happen, but still.

He’s beyond glad to find you sound asleep. You’re wearing nothing but a t-shirt and some flimsy panties. Chan admires your sleeping form for a couple of brief moments before he gets down to business.

He wonders where to start. Should he tear them up? Or maybe push them to the side? Should he grope your boobs through your shirt? Or perhaps slide his hands beneath it, stroking your nipples directly? So many opportunities. He wants to do everything, he decides.

Chan starts by moving your panties to the side and licking your tiny pussy. He touches you with his fingers, gently prodding your entrance but not exactly sticking them inside yet. Then, he sneaks his hand underneath your shirt, teasing your nipples. Fuck, you’re so soft.

He marvels at the knowledge that you’d trust him with something like that. Though the previous scenarios were hot and intense as fuck, this one hits different for him. Maybe because last time you were awake, you were still in control because you could say the safeword whenever. Maybe because you want him at your most vulnerable even in your sleep. Or maybe because he’s slowly falling for you, but he doesn’t know how to say it.

It’s okay. Chan’ll show you, instead. He pinches your nipples lightly and continues to make out with your pussy. You are so wet already it’s adorable. He wonders if you’re dreaming of him, as you shift slightly in your sleep. He wants to drag this out. But how?

He uses his nails to trace circles on your skin, which causes goosebumps to appear. Are you cold? He wants to keep you warm and full at all times. Chan can’t take it any longer and takes his cock out, sliding in so perfectly. As if you were made for him. Made to take his cock and let him do crazy things to you. His sweet little bunny…

You moan desperately and the spell is broken. You’re awake. He wanders if you’ll speak or he’ll have to make you. Both options sound quite appealing. But he wants to hear your voice more than anything.

“Shhh, go back to sleep, sweetheart,” Chan whispers gently.

“W-who are you?” you cry out.

Aw, you’re gonna pretend not to know him? That hurts. But it can be fun, he thinks.

“Just the big bad wolf,” he chuckles at the irony of it.

“Please, don't do this,” you fake not wanting it, even though you've never wanted anything so badly in your life.

“Oh, bunny, but I already am,” Chan replies, spanking your ass a couple of times in the meantime.

“G-gonna split me in h-half,” you mumble, voice muffled against your pillow.

“Yeah? G'na ruin my sweet girl?” he speaks to you so softly you want to melt right there and then.

“Feel so full 'n so s'eepy,” you slur helplessly.

“Aw, tiny, go back to sleep, then,” Chan pats your head soothingly.

“Can't. What a deep voice you have!” you play along too well.

“All the better to degrade you with, my slutty bun,” Chan laughs, while still continuing to fuck you.

“What big hands you have!” you keep saying.

“All the better to grab your tits with,” Chan chuckles and makes good on his promise by playing with your boobs.

“And slap me with!” you remind him playfully.

“As you wish, princess,” Chan growls and slaps you across the face harshly but not harsh enough to actually leave a mark.

“What big eyes you have,” you sigh wistfully.

“All the better to stare at you fall apart,” Chan responds cleverly.

“And what big cock you have!” you scream, barely resisting the urge to laugh. Are you a silly little bunny or Little Red Riding Hood? At this point, you don't care, but it feels too good regardless.

“All the better to fuck you with,” he grunts loudly, spilling inside of you.

You follow rightaway and urge him to stay like this for a while. Maybe round two is in order?

“You know what else is big?” Chan teases you.

“Oh, shut up, Bigfoot!” you reply and are no longer able to hold it in, breaking into laughter. Chan also finds the interaction hilarious and buries his head in the nook of your shoulder. You stroke his hair without realizing. Shit, he's so adorable you almost say the three words. Is it too risky? Too soon? You need a distraction. You need... “Fuck me again.”

“Already? Aren't you tired?” Chan wants to make sure.

“Fuck me till I fall asleep again,” you ask him.

“Um, okay, sure,” Chan looks a bit confused but does as you ask.

This time there is less talking and more fucking but no matter how many rounds you go, sleep doesn't come again. You both orgasm more times than you could count, but somehow, it isn't nearly enough to distract you from the inevitable. You love him. Your heart knows it, your pussy knows it, even your brain knows it but is stubborny telling you not to confess for fear of somehow ruining things.

Once Chan decides he's completely spent for the night, he pulls out of you and rips off the bandaid.

“Are you alright? Something suddenly shifted but I can't quite place it,” he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear and nudges you softly with his shoulder.

“Do you want the truth that might mess up everything or do you want me to lie to you and say I'm fine?” you ask, even though you're already on the verge to tell the truth.

“With you? Always the truth, please,” Chan clearly states his preference.

You sigh deeply and tilt to the side so you're facing him properly.

“I think...no, I know I love you.”

“I love you, too, babybun,” Chan responds fondly and kisses you on the nose.

“In a non-friendly way. And I don't mean just sexually, either. I mean, the friendly way and the sexual way haven't diminished, of course. But I also love you in a...I want to be yours, your girlfriend, your lover, your romantic partner, your everything.”

Chan is taken aback by your words. You...feel the same?

“You already are,” he confesses genuinely.

“Huh?” you blink in shock.

“I mean...you are already my everything. But, if you'd like me to officially ask you, then...will you be my girlfriend, angel?”

“You...you'll have me?” you are still in disbelief.

“I thought I already had ya,” Chan pinches your cheeks lightly.

“Damn right you do, Mr. Wolf,” you giggle and pull him into a kiss.

He smells like autumn, his embrace exudes warmth and his lips taste like home.

“You have no idea how badly I've wanted to tell you about my feelings,” Chan confesses. “When I found that story of yours in your drafts, I just couldn't resist the opportunity. I hoped that if I turned your fantasies into reality that you'd eventually fall for me.”

“Oh, Channie...I've been falling for you for longer than you realize,” you admit shyly. “How could I not? You're everything I've ever wanted.”

So, this is what it feels like to have the world in your hands. Huh. You could get used to it.

Bonus:

“No, I'm not kidnapping you!” Chan is adamant as you two sit in a nice restaurant.

“But Chriiiis,” you whine. “You said you'd do anything for my birthday.”

“Anything but that!” Chan shakes his head in amusement.

“Why not? It can be fun!”

“Fun? What if something goes wrong, what if someone sees us and thinks I'm actually kidnapping you, what if...hear me out, here, I go to prison for it?”

“Well, duh, then I'd bail you out!”

“As if you could afford it,” Chan rolls his eyes.

“Hey! But seriously, I'll just tell the cops that I asked you to kidnap me.”

“What if they don't believe you and think you have a Stockholm syndrome?”

“I'll...think of something. Come on, we're going too far with the what-ifs.”

“You gotta be prepared for any situation. You'd know that if you carried the heavy burden of being a dom,” Chan tsks at you.

“I'd know that if you let me,” you give him a wink.

“That will only happen the day I agree to fake-kidnap you.”

“So, tomorrow? It's a date!” you grin excitedly.

“Keep dreaming, darling.”

“Oh, I will.”

The End

[neerons]

Some of Leon Dompteur's best quotes

"Leon Dompteur. My favorite food is meat and alcohol. Hmm? Alcohol isn't food? Haha, that's true."

"You can imagine I'm some fictional character you like if that works better."

"Never mind the roses—it feels like I'm the one wilting without you in my arms. What then? What if I shrivel up and die while you're gone?"

"(...) Well, I'd rather be liked by you than a bunch of random women."

"Do you want to sleep with me tonight? Hey, I just meant sleeping! What were you thinking?"

"I swear, you're the bravest woman I've ever met. (...) I promise, we'll bring you home. That's the one thing I'm not backing down on. And... Don't do anything reckless." (—Leon telling Emma he'll save her along with his brothers from Obsidian)

"If you're struggling, it's okay to show me. I'm not gonna think less of you for it. So don't force yourself to smile."

"No running, no hiding, no looking away. If you need to cry, look at me and cry."

"When I opened my eyes again, I gazed at the woman before me in awe. She was so stunning that I regretted closing my eyes and even blinking." (—Leon's thoughts)

"I've always wanted to see you in a dress that I picked out... then strip you."

"(...) I'll come duel with you as soon as I'm done here." (—Leon keeping his promise to Licht)

"Good girl."

"But... I've wanted this for so long. I've wanted you... for so long."

"A special skill of mine, huh...? Oh, there's one I can think of right away. I bet I could beat anyone at competitive eating."

"I don't blame him for being charmed, though. She's just that amazing. Emma, you have no idea how much your presence means to me." (—Leon's thoughts about Jin and Emma)

"Good work. Even if no one else is watching you work hard, I will. Okay?"

"You must have taken quite a liking to her to go warning her like that. It was nice of you." (—Leon talking about Emma to Chevalier)

"Why don't I save everyone a lot of trouble and cut the lot of you down right now?" (—Leon to drunken men)

"Ever since I met you... the me I thought I'd killed... the me I thought was gone... he can't stop shouting to the heavens how happy he is."

"Owwww! What the hell? (...) you could at least wake me up some other way." (—Leon being woken up by Chevalier)

"I think it's actually kind of cute. It's meant to look like a rabbit, right?" (—Leon talking about Clavis' food to Clavis, Emma and Nokto)

"I can finally tell you what I've always wanted to tell you. Emma... I love you."

"What matters is that you haven't become a victim for the kingdom. Just knowing that is enough to reassure me. (...) She knew none of you would welcome her, yet she came here as the emperor's representative, to find peace for us all. Is there any of you with more resolve than that?" (—Leon defending Emma during an official meeting)

"Accepting who you are, and being able to open your heart to the people you love—that's what makes us strong."

"(...) I want to flirt with you. Please?"

"I can't be the only one left with a one-track mind. I need you to be as crazy for me as I am for you." (—Leon's thoughts)

"Sorry, I know I sound like a broken record, but you look so fine in that beautiful dress. I wish I had a picture of you to frame."

"She's the silver lining in my clouds, my sun who makes my future bright. When I think about her, I'm filled with the courage to face whatever may come my way. She's truly an amazing woman and the light of my life." (—Leon talking about Emma)

"Maybe instead of the one doing the savoring, you'd prefer to be savored?"

"I adore you. Even if I were to make the entire world my enemy, I'll never let go of you."

"I want to melt you with my touch until you're left crying my name into the night." (—Leon's thoughts)

"I want you to be at my side just as you are, I want you to be my queen just as you are."

"There's only one thing that I can think of that would help stop me being so reckless. (...) Mmm... I don't know, it seems a bit too easy to just go ahead and tell you. Why don't you guess? (...) And every time you get it wrong, I get to kiss or touch you. How does that sound? (...) Can you even think coherently when you're this wet and needy?"

"Honestly, you can call for me even if nothing happens. I don't mind. I'd still gladly come running."

"Every time we touch, every time we kiss, every time we say we love each other, my feelings for you grow stronger."

"If we continue, you're going to see me possibly the horniest I've ever been in my life."

"Sorry, kid, but you were born way too late. Plus, she's already spoken for. But at least he has good taste." (—Leon's thoughts about a boy asking Emma to marry him)

"You're so beautiful that I don't know what to do with myself."

"I'm so harsh on you first thing in the morning, aren't I? (...) I ate my fill, but now I already want you again."

[cheezeybread]

bruh your jamil l/n headcanons both cheered me the hell up after the day ive had and sent me down a rabbit hole of finding more jamil l/n; anyways i found this: https://www.tumblr.com/viperwhispered/747556026441695232/so-i-was-listening-to-being-low-as-dirt-taking?source=share

and now im like "yes give me assertive jamil"

so would you mind giving me hcs of jamil setting clear boundaries with his parents and being like "this is whats happening, this is whats gonna happen, either accept it and move on or i will never talk to either of you ever again and you will never meet any of your grandchildren"

meanwhile jamil's boyfriend is in the background just cheering him on and assuring him all like "dude go solo travel, go explore, go make a name for yourself, and when you've done what you wanna do then we can settle down who cares about your parents anyways you overblotted cause of their shitty parenting"

Heck yeah, my man, anything for you! 🫡

𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 (𝐟𝐭: 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝)

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The idea to create clear boundaries wasn't Jamil's idea. He was content to leave it be after the wedding and just block his parents on everything, never go back home again, all that kind of stuff.

But you convinced him that he wasn't eing entirely fair to his parents. If he set the boundaries now where they knew them, then maybe his parents would change. And if they didn't, then Jamil could rest easy knowing that he did all that he could.

So begrudgingly, Jamil obliged, and the two of you went back to his home to speak with his parents.

Of course, his mother wanted you to wait outside of the room, claiming that this was a "Viper family matter", but Jamil cut her off, saying that if it was simply a Viper family matter, then he would leave as well, seeing as how he wasn't a Viper anymore.

Whoooo boy, was it an awkward situation for you to be in. But Jamil stood next to you the entire time, a hand around your back to put you at ease if you were feeling any sort of discomfort.

"Let me get this through your thick heads: my childhood was ruined, not because of this centuries-long servitude, but because my own parents didn't ever see me as their own child. You only ever told me praises about Kalim, never encouraged me to play with him how I wanted to play, never told me that you were proud of me, never told me that I could do whatever it was I wanted to do in life. I was just the next generation you used as a tool to continue on this stupid service to a rich family."

He told them the rules. They were not to speak badly about you, either behind his back or to your face, and that included passive-aggressive remarks. They were not to try and coerce him nor you back into their "family business". In short, they were told to mind their own business or else they would have NO contact with any grandchildren that might come around in the future.

Jamil's father interrupted him halfway through, claiming this to be absolutely absurd "We raised you better than this!" sort of thing.

Which is where you chimed in

"YOU didn't raise him at all! You taught him to be obedient and submissive to a child that wanted to be his peer simply because of their money! Do you even realize that Jamil overblotted because of you?? He almost DIED because you were too selfish and thick-headed to see past the ass-licking you do to the Asim family!"

That sure did rile the parent's tempers, but they couldn't find the words to say in retort.

Jamil took one last breath "We're going to go traveling. We'll find a new place in this world, the two of us. Someplace where we don't have to prostrate ourselves before the wealthy just to live. And if you two want to be a part of our new life, you may. But only if you abide by the rules and boundaries that I've set."

Without even giving them a chance to speak back, the two of you walked out of the house, returning back to your home as quickly as possible.

And even though it was hard, you could tell that a huge weight was now off of Jamil's shoulders.

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[seeds-and-sins]

Light My Fire - Part Eight

Pairing: Ben "Soldier Boy" x Reader

Rating: M (Crude Language, Curse Words, Sexism, minor references to sex, WARNING: talks about death and self-harm)

Description: Phoenix tries to rectify the missing pieces within herself, but she struggles to figure out how.

Tagged: @tonixe@chernayawidow , @deans-spinster-witchs-favorites, @ophennie@virgoelf-blog , @my-obsession-spn, @capricxnt @demodemo909 @boywivlove

Song: Gypsy - Fleetwood Mac

"FUCK!" Homelander yelled, the tv remote broke in his closed fist. One of the flat screen televisions in the meeting room was set to channel 8 and Starlight was all over the news. Her little video had gone viral, her resignation given, Homelander thrown under the bus, this was all out war. Homelander was fuming, Ashley was gnawing her nails down to the skin, the Deep was posted at one of the chairs around the table, Agnes was sitting a few seats down from him sipping on a cup of coffee.

And you were standing there, arms crossed, staring blankly at the screen.

You were so tired. Physically, mentally, and emotionally drained from everything. Just from living really.

When was the last time you slept again?

"Okay!" Ashley squealed, "We'll fix this. We'll fix this. Please. Oh my god! Fuck!" Your eyes slid shut, her panicking died in your ears, the world silenced for a moment.

"Phoenix!" Your eyes shot open, Homelander was staring at you with a look of desperation plastered on his face. "What do we do?" Your hands tightened around your biceps and your teeth dug into your bottom lip. What do we do? More importantly, what should be done?

"We don't have time to worry about Starlight." Your voice came out hoarse, in a low whisper. The room fell quiet. "She has a loyal fan base, but they aren't as loyal as our people. I wouldn't worry about her." Homelander nodded virgorously, licking his lips. The desperation in his boyish eyes faded and what replaced it was a sharp coldness.

"You're right. We've got to find Soldier Boy."

"But we need to make a statement!" Ashley's shrill made you roll your eyes.

"Go take a fuckin' Xanax, Ashley!" You commanded, holding up an admonishing finger. Ashley's lips shut with a resounding pop and she straightened, fear crawled up her spine and glued her to the floor. "I'll talk. I know how to charm a crowd. It'll put this off until we can get shit under control." Your command came out more as a question, Homelander's jaw flicked from side to side before he nodded. "Come on Agnes." The older woman rose from the table without protest, following after your quick strides with a waddle of her own.

...

"Good Evening!" You crowned your fingers and propped them up on the podium. "I appreciate you all being here for this impromptu press conference. Given the situation, I'm sure you know there are a few things that Vought needs to address."

"Where's Homelander?" A journalist shouted from the crowd, flapping his hand above the sea of heads to get Phoenix's attention.

"Homelander is off handling more important matters." The crowd broke out in shouted questions and mixed words, journalists reaching over eachother as they attempted to flag you down. You begrudgingly pointed at a woman in the front row.

"Isn't this important? Starlight has resigned? What is the future of the Seven? Why are you up there when you're not even on the team?" It went silent as everyone waited for a response, or rather, a staccato of responses to answer a staccato of questions. You paused, thought about the significance of your next words, what they would mean. You found a camera and stared into it.

"I want to make myself very clear..." Your voice penetrated the air, the room was thick with the tone that every syllable carried. "Starlight isn't a priority. Everyday Homelander, I, and many other heroes are trying to keep you all safe. We fought overseas so that the super villain threat could be contained. I underestimated the enemy and now the super villain threat is here. Us heroes need to be doing our jobs, not starting petty battles over social media. If Starlight wants to play her games and spread her lies, slander us, she is welcome to do so. But Homelander and I are going to focus on what is important: your safety, your lives."

An intense stillness blanketed the crowd, a few camera flashes. One journalist had the gull to raise their hand, when no one else would, not after a speech like that.

"What are your thoughts on the deathes of the TNT twins? Your former colleagues?"

Good. I'm glad they're dead.

"And your friend? Crimson Countess?" Your head tilted to the other voice, you swallowed and looked down at your fingers.

"Countess wasn't my friend, and neither were the Twins." You shook your head. "Not anymore at least. Not when they turned their backs on..." You paused. Me. -- Ben. "On you. The people. Some of the strongest heroes I knew for their time, and only Noir and I remain. The others worried about their luxury condos, their ratings, movie deals, royalties. None of them cared about what really matters. I don't mourn them. I don't think I ever will."

"But what of Soldier Boy? You were there when he died, did you mourn him?"

"I-" You had to take a deep breath, the emotions that swelled in you had nearly knocked you off your feet. You cleared your throat and held back tears. "I did. I do."

Soldier Boy was still dead to you.

"Soldier Boy died so that all of us could live."

...

 🎶 So I'm back to the velvet underground.  🎶 

 🎶 Back to the floor that I love... 🎶 

Three Xanax, two blunts-going on three-and half a bottle of whiskey later, you found yourself laying on your bed in a mess of comforter and pillows. Your suit was discarded somewhere, leaving you down to nothing but your underwear. And you were just laying there, staring up at the ceiling as you smoked from a blunt and sipped from a bronze filled glass. Your record player sung in the background, mellowing out your already distant mood.

 🎶 To a room with some lace and paper flowers 🎶 

 🎶 Back to the gypsy that I was 🎶 

 🎶 To the gypsy that I was... 🎶 

What did you have?

John?

He kept you around as an extension of himself rather than as someone he cared for. You were the arms of his authority, fingers curled around your enemies with a vice grip. In reverse, he was a reflection of you in many ways, uncaring, erratic, impulsive. You knew he didn't care about you. Not truly. You weren't sure he was capable of it. Maybe with some admiration, some approval, but love was a distant thought in John's head. He only ever craved it from others. And you were more than able to provide in the past, giving pieces of yourself to John without a second thought. Now you had no more pieces left to give.

 🎶 And it all comes down to you. 🎶 

 🎶 And you know that it does when. 🎶 

 🎶 Lightening strikes maybe once maybe twice. 🎶 

Your fans?

You would rather burn them all alive, throw them in a furnace and walk away. They didn't love you. They loved the image of yourself that you fronted, but they didn't know you.

 🎶 Oh and it lights up the night. 🎶 

 🎶 And you see your gypsy (ohh, ohh) 🎶 

 🎶 You see your gypsy. 🎶 

You?

That was all you had. Herodom was a quiet life, a lonely one. But it was never about saving people or doing some good in the world. As much as Starlight thought she was making a difference, the world would never change. There would always be criminals. There would always be greedy politicans and corrupt agents of the law. The world was cold and callous and it never retreated.

And you had nothing.

You were a victim of the chaos. Vought took you in, molded you into something vile and morbid, tossed you around in a bag of salt, and hurled you into the world for their own profit.

You were an experiment.

Your lips wrapped around the end of your blunt and you took a drag. Smoke flowed from your nostrils, it floated up toward the high ceiling and you watched it swirl until it faded completely.

Your head drooped to the side and your face wrinkled as if you were about to cry, before you suppressed that urge.

 🎶 To the gypsy that remains. 🎶 

 🎶 Faces freedom, with a little fear. 🎶 

 🎶 I have no fear, and have only love. 🎶 

 🎶 And if I was a child and the child was enough. 🎶 

 🎶 Enough for me to love. 🎶 

 🎶 Enough to love. 🎶 

Through a blurry haze, your half lidded eyes spotted a figure at the open double doors leading into your bedroom. You shifted a little, squinted, then slowly sat upright.

"Ben?"

He was dressed in his full suit, arms straight at his sides.

"Hello, hot stuff." He answered casually, stepping closer. He sent you a boyish smile that reminded you of his older self, all cocky, all confident, all play, no work.

"What are you-" The blunt dropped from your hand, hitting the marble floor. "What are you doing here?" His eyes darted down your body, hovering over your naked torso a little longer than necessary before raising back to your face.

"You didn't need me?" You dropped your head, a firm hand cupped on your jaw, the touch burned into your skin and your gaze was being directed back to Ben. He felt so real. He felt solid. He felt tangible.

 🎶 She is dancing away from you now (Oooh). 🎶 

 🎶 She was just a wish, she was just a wish (ooh, ooh). 🎶 

 🎶 And her memory is all that is left for you now. 🎶 

"Am I hallucinating?" Your palms rested gently on his chest, Ben's thumb scaled your cheek and he sighed.

"No."

 🎶 You see you're a gypsy. 🎶 

"This is a dream, sweetheart."

"Of course it is," You sniffled.

"You wouldn't be able to hallucinate, even if you wanted." Another voice chimed and when you glanced over, it was Vogelbaum. "Your body can't sustain the affects of foreign substances long enough for that to happen." He was in a bloodied labcoat and his words were slightly muffled through a gas mask. Your expression lit up with panic and your head was being yanked back by Soldier Boy's hand.

"Don't pay attention to that piece of shit." Soldier Boy drew you closer with his other hand at your hip. "Just look at me."

"Why is this happening? Why am I dreaming about this?" You whispered, Ben's hand moved to cradle the back of your head.

"Because I'm the answer." You blinked at him, then tiredly moved into his body. Your arms wrapped around him and you hugged him. Ben enveloped you in return, his strong and bulky arms holding you close...

"You even smell real."

"That's what happens when you smoke a lot of dope."

"Also, the cannabis you were smoking no doubt contained traces of LSD." Vogelbaum again. You squeezed your eyes shut and Soldier Boy grunted when your arms tightened around him.

"Can he just shut up for fucks sake?" Soldier Boy inhaled deeply and he exhaled with a sigh.

"You want my advice?"

"Not really." He grabbed your shoulders and drew you away at arm's length.

"Sometimes you gotta take life by the balls, kid." You blinked at him, your head sinking toward your chest. Soldier Boy rolled his eyes before grabbing under your chin and lifting your head again. "Remember back in the day. We didn't let anybody get in our way. We owned this fuckin' place."

"Oh no." You breathed, your palms rose to your cheeks and Soldier Boy relinquished his hold on you so you could pace away from him. "It's happening. This is it. I'm having the worst mental breakdown of my life. I'm going to destroy the world."

"Only in theory." Vogelbaum piped in again, "Theoretically your body can reach temperatures bordering that of the sun and in that instance-" Soldier Boy's shield came hurtling toward him out of nowhere. The Scientist disappeared in a puff of smoke before the metal could touch him.

"I hate that guy." Soldier Boy's head tilted as he considered you. "Listen..." He emphasized with raised hands. "The only person who understands you right now is me." He stepped toward you, and you hunched in on yourself in defeat."You have me. I'm your answer."

"You're also a figment of my imagination."

"Nah, honey, I'm out there. I'm alive. Come find me."

"You want me dead out there." Soldier Boy's lips quirked up in a handsome smirk and he shook his head.

"But, sweetheart, I don't."

...

When your eyes opened, they opened slowly, the blunt had burnt out in your bed sheet and your body was sprawled out across the bed in all different directions. You blinked at the ceiling, thinking about your dream, thinking about him. The thought left a gross taste in your mouth, your stomach jumped and a weight settled in your chest.

Gosh, you wanted to die sometimes, didn't you?

What was this? What were you doing here?

Why don't you just leave and give all this up? Just like you always wanted.

Because you can't.

You were tired.

It took a few minutes of blank staring before you rose from your bed and travelled out of your room.

"God help me!" You heard a voice exclaim as you entered into the living room. It was Agnes. She made an effort to cover her gaze from your nude figure. And after all these years, she still hadn't gotten used to your ways. You squinted at her, stumbling toward the onset of the kitchen.

"What are you doing here? I told you to leave." Agnes nervously clenched and unclenched her fingers, finally lowering her hand to look at you. Your eyes connected, Agnus' wrinkles creased with a furrowed brow, with concern.

"Homelander wanted me to stay. He's worried about you." You groaned, pouring yourself another glass of whiskey and downing it back with a wince.

"I'm fine."

"You don't look fine." You poured the next glass, sipping from it as you held Agnus' expectant gaze.

"John just wants to make sure I'm on his side." You replied in a dull tone, hunching over the countertop.

"Are you?" You didn't respond. Not immediately. Your eyes flitted around the penthouse and you took in the expanse of space that had been your home for decades.

"Maybe I don't want to be on a side anymore, Agnes." You placed your glass down and stalked over to a wall that held various photos and movie posters and memories from the old days. You scanned each photo, as you had hundreds of times, with a trained eye.

"Please. Tell me what's wrong."

"Everything I do, it doesn't matter." Your eyes paused on a familiar face, and you felt a sadness engulf the entirety of your heart.

He was so good to you. Always trying to comfort you. Always at your side when you needed him.

"Do ya'maybe want to talk about it?"

"No."

You would go find him. That was final. You were sure of it. Screw everyone else. This man. He would be the one you went to. He was the one you needed. He would tell you what you needed to do and he would be genuine. Above all. He would be genuine.

"I'm heading out for a little bit, Agnes. Alone." You took quick steps toward your room.

"Wait, wh-where are you going? Homelander told me to watch you." You didn't respond, turning to close the double doors into your bedroom. At the last glimpse between the cracks, you saw her plop onto the couch with exasperation.

[myouiminn]

Starry Promises

Percy Jackson x Reader

Notes: don't repost without my permission!

As the day came to a close, Percy and Y/n found themselves once again by the edge of the lake, where they had shared so many special moments. They sat together, letting their feet dangle in the cool water, as the warm hues of the sunset spread across the sky.

"I never thought I'd find someone like this, someone who understands this crazy demigod life," Y/n admitted, looking at Percy with a tender smile.

Percy nodded, also gazing out at the water. "I never thought someone could dive so deeply into my world. But you... you're special, Y/n."

She looked at him, her eyes shimmering. "You're special to me too, Percy. You've shown me that even amidst the chaos and dangers, it's possible to find love and joy."

Percy reached out and held her hand, their fingers intertwining. "Y/n, I don't know what lies ahead, but I know I want to face everything with you by my side."

Y/n smiled, her expression brimming with emotion. "I want to be by your side too, Percy. No matter what happens, we'll face it together."

And then, with the tranquil lake as their witness, they sealed their promise with a gentle kiss, full of tenderness and hope. The magical world around them seemed to be in perfect harmony with the love they shared, as if the gods and destiny were celebrating this special union.

And so, beneath the starry canopy, Percy Jackson and Y/n embarked on a journey that would lead them to incredible adventures, unimaginable challenges, and a love that would only grow with time. Together, they would navigate the highs and lows of life as demigods, always remembering the power of the love that bound them and made them invincible.

~~~~~~~~~~~

As their lips parted, Percy and Y/n exchanged a knowing look, their hearts in sync with the promises they had just made. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in that moment, wrapped in the warmth of their feelings for each other.

As the night deepened, they remained seated by the lake, sharing stories, dreams, and laughter. Their conversations flowed effortlessly, each word strengthening the bond that had formed between them. It was as if they had known each other for a lifetime, and yet every moment felt brand new and exciting.

"You know," Percy began, breaking a comfortable silence, "I used to think being a demigod was a curse. But meeting you, Y/n, has shown me that it's also a gift. It brought you into my life."

Y/n smiled softly, her eyes reflecting the moonlight. "I used to feel so out of place before I came here. But you and this camp, it's become my home."

Percy reached for her hand again, his touch reassuring. "No matter what challenges come our way, no matter how tough things get, we'll always have each other."

Y/n nodded, her heart swelling with affection for the green-eyed demigod beside her. "Together, we can face anything."

And so, under the celestial canopy, Percy and Y/n continued to talk, to share, and to build their future together. They watched as shooting stars streaked across the sky, making silent wishes that their love would endure whatever trials destiny had in store.

As the night drew to a close, they stood up, reluctant to leave the tranquil lakeside. Hand in hand, they walked back to the heart of the camp, where their friends awaited and new adventures beckoned. The journey ahead was uncertain, but with each other, they felt invincible.

And as the first rays of dawn broke through the horizon, Percy and Y/n knew that their love story was just beginning, a tale of bravery, magic, and a love that would transcend even the boundaries of their mythical world.

[stinkysam]

Serge “Frenchie” - Live without me.

Warning : puking, codependency (?), violence

Genre : angst

Synopsis : “heyy, hope you're alright! I was thinking of some Frenchie (and M!reader) angst where Frenchie kind of abandoned the reader to protect him but he left without any words and years later they find each other and possibly the reader has to eliminate him (possibly bcs he's in the seven or maybe just a hitman or something) and maybe a good ending?” - anon

Reader : male (he/you)

A/N : I kinda liked it but I kept reading it and losing focus, making me re read it again and again so now I hate it but I hope you don't !

Frenchie had many regrets, and some of them concerned you. Though he did not regret leaving you to protect you, believing it was the right thing to do, it's the way he did it that weighed on him. He had given you hope before shattering it.

He had stayed the whole night with you, drinking and smoking on the floor while talking about nothing and everything.

The TV played some old action movie while you took a drag of your joint and shared your plans for the future. A future with him.

It broke his heart to hear about them, knowing what he would do later. But he could not change his plans. He had to leave without you.

“And we'll stop by Marseille. For a few years. To like- find jobs and a house with a garden maybe or a small flat, I'm not set yet. And then we'll leave for a grand voyage around the world for a year. Or maybe we'll do that before going to Marseille, I don't know.” You stopped to think and Serge took the joint from your fingers with a smile while you looked at the TV.

You moved your hand to your mouth to take another drag, only noticing now your joint was between Serge's lips. You smiled and took it back before going on about the jobs you could have.

You were so into it, so focused on your plans you had him hooked. Letting himself imagine a life with you without all the murders and smuggling. A peaceful life, undisturbed.

And when you were sitting between his legs, head falling back on his shoulder as you slowly fell asleep, Serge moved side to side, rocking you quietly as he rolled himself another joint, smoking it until you were fully asleep.

He cautiously moved away, placing a pillow under your head and gathered his belongings. He watched you for a few seconds, savoring his last moment with you before planting a kiss on your forehead and walking out, glancing at you one last time as he closed the door to disappear.

You woke up confused, looking for him everywhere. It's Little Nina who told you Serge had paid for your freedom alongside his with one last mission.

You had to beg her to know where he went and when you arrived at the target's place, everyone was already dead and Serge long gone, leaving you alone with no leads to find him.

You didn't know what to do, feeling scared of this freedom he offered you. You hesitated to keep working for Little Nina, too afraid to face the unknown alone.

You vegetated a week in your flat, replaying your last moments with Serge, hoping he'd come back and say it was just a bad joke.

You slowly began to resent him.

He had abandoned you, leaving you in a world you feared to face alone, after making you believe you'd stay together.

With each passing day you hated him a bit more, yet you couldn't help but look for him, wanting him to apologize and explain himself.

You finally left for Marseille, and spent your days and nights outside, hoping to cross paths with him. You had spent years there, stuck, not wanting to leave just in case you might find him tomorrow. You even got in contact with every smuggler in the city before finally giving up and leaving.

You hated him.

You got to America, wanting to start fresh, away from Marseille and the thought of him.

You got hired in the Vought tower, at the security department, spending all day behind a computer to find new targets for the supes, telling them where to find an attacker's hiding spot or their identity.

At first, you hoped to see him on your screen, you even tried to look for him. Without much success there were too many people on your screen everyday, all day.

Until Translucent died and Mesmer entered in contact with Homelander, giving him the pictures of the group who killed him.

You couldn't believe it, there, on the screen of your coworker, Serge with his numerous aliases and different faces.

You quickly asked for a sick day after forcing yourself to puke loudly in the trash can next to your desk and as you left you told one of your coworkers to update you on their position. As soon as you reached home, you grabbed your gun and your knives before driving as fast as you could to the motel they were staying at.

You approached their room, the blinds were closed as you stood by the door, gluing your ear against it to listen.

You recognized Serge's voice as he spoke to someone. Your blood was boiling. You wanted to yell and cry. He was alive. You breathed out, regaining your composure.

They were two.

No- three, but the third one was in the bathroom, which seemed to annoy the second person.

You cocked your silencer and placed the muzzle against the door, ready to fire, your eye by the peephole as you knocked and waited for anyone to look through it.

The voices quieted down as you heard someone approach the door and as soon as you saw light through the peephole you fired and took a step back to kick the door open.

As you got in, you briefly saw Serge on the floor, screaming in pain, blood spilling from his stomach as a broad man jumped on you, tackling you to the ground, your gun falling out of your hand. You reacted quickly, grabbing one of your knives trying to free yourself from the man, but only managed to give him superficial cuts.

A woman came out of the bathroom, helping Serge sit up before going to help the man on you. He moved down to hold your legs, stopping you from kicking him, your knife stuck in his shoulder as he screamed in pain. You grabbed a second one to protect yourself from the woman but she was faster.

She grabbed your hand, and stepped on it, using all her strength to break your fingers still around the handle of the knife, forcing you to let go of it. You let out a scream and Serge’s head shot up as he looked toward you. Was that your voice ?

“[Name] ?” He said before quickly trying to crawl toward you to see your face.

The woman stopped, her foot now on your wrist to still hold you down, looking at him with a confused expression. The man on top of you did the same, letting you grab another knife with your other hand, smaller.

You threw it as soon as Serge appeared in your vision, too fast to properly aim, cutting his cheek and ear and planting itself in the ceiling. The woman grabbed your other hand, and was about to break it until Serge stopped her.

“Frenchie ? You know him ?” The man finally asked.

He could not believe it, nodding. He took a step back, shocked. Before getting closer. You tried to fight your way out of their grip, wanting nothing but to claw his face as tears began to blur your vision. But they held you tightly, not letting you go.

You screamed in frustration tears welling up in your eyes.

“Qu'est-ce que tu fais ici ?” He asked, approaching slowly, wincing, leaning to place a hand by your cheek. You moved your head away, not wanting him to touch you.

“A ton avis, connard.” You replied, spitting on him. He closed his eyes as your spit came in contact with his skin. He waited a second before wiping it off.

“Tu m'as abandonné, ouai ! Tu m'as laissé tout seul après m'avoir fait croire qu'on allait rester ensemble !”

“Mais pourquoi ?” He frowned. “Je t'ai libéré.”

“C'était pour ton bien ! Je voulais pas t'emmener vers le fond avec moi !”

“Je t'ai cherché pendant des années !” You yelled, managing to get out of their grasp to throw yourself at him, hands by his throat.

The man and woman quickly moved to grab you again and pull you away, but Serge waved them off before placing his hands on yours, letting you strangle him. You wanted to scream in pain as you forced your broken fingers around his neck. Your tears fell on his face as you squeezed his throat, stopping his breathing. You could feel his quick pulse, his legs moving under you, trying to not fight you as you heard him choke.

He didn't want to take you down with him ? But there was no down as long as you were with him. Hellish or peaceful life, you didn't care as long as you were together. But he had left you, alone and unable to enjoy yourself without him.

“Je suis désolé.” He managed to croak out, close from losing consciousness.

You sniffled, more tears falling, you could barely see a thing, your heart sinking. One of his hands shakily moved to your face, wiping your tears away.

With a sob you cursed and let go of him, letting yourself fall on top of him as he breathed loudly, coughing.

You could not kill him.

He slowly wrapped his arms around you, rubbing your back as you cried.

“I'm sorry, [Name].” He whispered.

“I hate you.”

“Je sais. Mais je voulais pas t'éloigner de tes rêves. Je voulais pas que tu aies la même vie que moi.” He moved his head against yours, kissing your ear.

“J'en ai pas de rêves si je suis pas avec toi.”

He sighed quietly, now regretting his actions even more. He had fucked up more than he had realized.

But he had broken your trust, and you didn't know if you could still believe him after all these years apart.

“Je suis désolé. J'aurais pas dû partir sans toi. Je ne le ferai plus, promis.” He said, nudging you to make you look at him, wanting you to know he meant it as he gave you a weak smile.

You finally pulled away, wiping your face before sitting and standing up. You walked to the broad man and grabbed the knife stuck in his shoulder and pulled it as he cursed from the pain before hiding it back under your clothes. You walked to your other knife on the floor and hid it as well.

“Je vais me rattraper. Je te promets.” Serge said, wincing as he sat up, hand by his stomach wound.

But before you could say anything, a smoke bomb rolled on the floor by the open door, blinding you all within a few seconds.

Traduction - Translation :

Qu'est-ce que tu fais ici ? - What are you doing here ?

A ton avis, connard. - Take a guess, asshole.

Mais pourquoi ? Je t'ai libéré - But why ? I freed you.

Tu m'as abandonné, ouai ! Tu m'as laissé tout seul après m'avoir fait croire qu'on allait rester ensemble ! - You abandoned me, yeah ! You left me alone after making me believe we'd stay together !

C'était pour ton bien ! Je voulais pas t'emmener vers le fond avec moi ! - It was for your own good ! I didn't want to take you down with me !

Je t'ai cherché pendant des années ! - I searched for you for years !

Je suis désolé. - I'm sorry.

Je sais. Mais je voulais pas t'éloigner de tes rêves. Je voulais pas que tu aies la même vie que moi. - I know. But I didn't want to take you away from your dreams. I didn't want you to have the same life as me.

J’en ai pas de rêves si je suis pas avec toi. - I don't have any dreams if I'm not with you.

Je suis désolé. J'aurais pas dû partir sans toi. Je ne le ferai plus, promis. - I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left without you. I won't do it again, I promise.

Je vais me rattraper. Je te promets - I'll make it up to you, I promise you.

[aledethanlast]

Seriously, how are those FBI agents doing in that Baltimore hotel for the David Wesninski AU? They signed up for none of this, yet here they are, dealing with the craziest family drama any of them have ever witnessed. Honestly, their faces when it gets confirmed that Wymack is the identical twin of this serial killer must be priceless

The first thing you need to understand about fbi ops is, you don't just write those up on a whim. Theres investigations and plans and preparations. They were prepared for the Hatfords to push the agreed boundaries and kill against orders. That's why they were contacted in the first place. They were prepared for the cleanup, and the inquiries, and to throw the Hatfords under the bus as an excuse to begin what was sure to be a years-long investigation into Nathan Wesninski's network.

The second thing you need to understand about law enforcement operations is that you're either going shit shit shit shit shit when things are going according to plan and fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck when they aren't.

So, on the whole? It was a shitty night. The whole thing got pushed back by like two hours because of an alleged break in, and then by three more hours after a fight with op command on how much can they look over the police's shoulder without tipping their hand. And then it all goes down, and there's corpses everywhere, and it's all gone to shit...

And then Junior is on the front lawn.

Which, first of all, how are you not dead? Rhetorical question, clearly Nathan tried. Second, no seriously, how are you not dead. The fuck you mean it's a secret bitch I will [redacted]-

But it's fine. It's fine. Actually, hold on, this is great. They get to skip years of investigation all it costs is some witness protection. The kid seems like a real shithead but once they get him talking...

And then Towns says "We gotta talk about his team."

Oh right, them. "Once they calm down we'll give them a basic rundown of what's happening and send them home. Considering what they said so far it doesn't sound like they know much."

But Towns shakes his head. "You don't know who they are, do you?" Browning raises a brow. "Palmetto State Foxes?" Nope. "Edgar Allen. The ravens." Nope. "Kevin Day?"

That does sound familiar, but Browning knows he doesn't get the points for that. "Sure, one of the other players, no?" He never cared for exy, personally, and while he gets that people get excited about college sports he's always believed in some healthy iconoclasm. He shakes his head.

Towns grumbles. Then out of nowhere, he says, "Call Suzie."

"What?"

"Call her. Right now. Put her on speaker."

She should be at lunch, so Browning obliges, but he really doesn't see what his teenage daughter has to do with...

Click. Suzie's high, confident voice. "Daddy?"

"Hey Suzie, it's Freddie, your dad's pal from work," Towns says.

"Oh. Um. Hey?" Suzie sounds nervous suddenly. "Is my dad okay?"

They both suddenly realize what this call must look like, especially after Browning hadn't come home last night, and they both rush to reassure her that he's fine. "We've just had a long night," he reassures her. "No, I'm just calling because...hey Freddie, why am I calling?"

It's Towns' turn to raise an eyebrow, as if to say watch this. "Nah, I was just wanted a reminder, what's your husband's name again?"

Silence. A quick, sharp inhale, and in his mind's eye Browning can see his daughter's eyes focus like an eagles. "Well, first of all, it's future husband, because daddy says that the law says I have to be 18 to get married..."

Ohhhhh.

Fuck.

"But his name is Kevin Day. He's the world's best exy player, even after he had an accident last year. A lot of people abandoned him but I'm never gonna because when a mom and a dad love each other very much..."

A thousand dinner conversations run through Browning's head line an electric current as he opens his phone browser and searches the name. The results look nothing like the bruised shell of a man his colleagues have stuck in a hotel room, but they look like every poster on Suzie's wall. A terrible, terrible thought strikes him. "What about his friend. The, um, the short one."

The response is automatic. "Neil is cute too I guess. There aren't as many good posters of him, but Jessica from biology did her binder from shots she printed from youtube. Her dad yelled at her for wasting the ink."

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

[kristeristerin]

Hi there! As the one who asked for the Tarquin request, I loved it! It was so cute (finally some more drabbles/fics for Tarquin) :) I was wondering if you would be able to do another Tarquin x reader? Maybe this time to 'A Place in This World' where he's not sure if he's ready to be/a good High Lord and reader comforts him?

AN: Hello! Thank you for this wonderful prompt! I hope you like what I came up with! I am loving the Tarquin requests that are coming through, and thinking maybe I'll try my hand at a longer Tarquin story in the future! <3

As always asks are open for prompts!

Song: A Place in this World

Pairing: Reader X Tarquin

Content Warning: None

Words: 554

“There you are, I have been looking for you.” Tarquin doesn’t so much as turn as you approach where he’s standing on the balcony. You frown as you take in his hunched posture. “What is wrong, my love?”

He stiffens when you place a hand on his shoulder, but after a moment turns to face you. “How am I supposed to protect them?” he asks in a quiet voice.

You take his face between your hands and place a gentle kiss on his cheek. “You aren’t alone in this, Tarquin. You have me, Cressida, and Varian by your side. You also have our people. They know you care and are trying to do your best for them. There is no reason to get into your head about things you can not control.”

He closes his eyes and leans into your touch. When he opens them back up he looks at you with misty eyes. When he speaks his voice is barely a whisper. “I just want them to all be safe. I want Hybern to pay for what they did to our city and I want my citizens to be safe and happy.”

“Speaking of,” you clear your throat, “The Night Court has sent correspondence. It seems they are asking to have a meeting with all of the High Lords to discuss the threat of Hybern.”

Tarquin pulls back from your grasp and shakes his head. “Of course they are. They are going to sweep in and play hero just like they did during the attack. They are going to act as if they are not responsible for bringing the destruction to our front door, to begin with.”

You bite your lip, “I’m not sure that’s a fair statement. They aren’t the ones who let Hybern into the spring court, to begin with, and who's to say Tamlin would have been able to stop them from attacking us anyhow? If you’d like my opinion..”

“I always want your opinion,” he interjects.

You smile softly at him, “I think Feyre and Rhysand are two people who are trying to do the right thing but are still trying to figure out their roles in everything. Not unlike a very handsome High Lord that I am quite fond of.”

He laughs when you bump your shoulder into him. Tarquin wraps an arm around you and pulls you tightly into his side. “So you think I should go?”

“I think you should hear them out and then make your decision on whether or not we help them. But, Tarquin, I also ask that you keep in mind that the Night Court came to our defense without hesitation, even knowing that there were prices on their heads.”

He seems to consider your words for a few moments. “Perhaps I should consider rescinding the blood rubies.”

You nod, “I would, although after hearing Varian talk about the small one I doubt you’ll see any of the rubies again.”

His answering snort makes you smile widely.

“Are you feeling better, dearest?”

He nods. “I’m not sure what tomorrow holds, and I’m not certain I will make all the right choices, but I know we'll make it through. If there is one thing I am sure about in my life it’s that you will be at my side through it all.”

“Always.”

[braveclementine]

Day 36

Warnings: None, Readers under 18 can read this book.

Copyright: My OCs are Coach Yonce, Emma, Ila, Tempus, and Itty Bitty. I own these characters. I do not condone any copying of this.

EXCERPTS FROM SEBASTIAN STANS JOURNAL

EVIDENCE FOR RUSSO TRIAL

JOURNAL ENTRY SEVEN:

Today was nerve racking. They went through with the rape. I heard her ask him to stop, but didn't enter the room until she screamed for me. I felt disgusted with myself for waiting so long. I'm trying so hard not to raise suspicion, but it felt so good to punch that man's face in.

Luckily, he hadn't even gotten her pants off of her, which relieved me greatly. I kissed her and I know I'm in love with her. I didn't mean to, I really didn't, but I do. I love her.

She had gotten rid of the nose chain. I preferred her face without it. She looked beautiful like this, and I told her so. Her eyes shone when I told her and she admitted she'd hated it to. I knew she had been uncomfortable with it on day one.

I kissed her again. I would write about her lips, but I want to keep that private in my head. And besides, this is more an account on the deaths, in case I don't make it out of this alive.

That's a scary thought.

I did try not letting her know that I wanted a future with her if we got out of here. It didn't seem realistic. She's so young, only nineteen. And I'm thirty-two. Not to mention I'd have to figure this out with Margarita. And the whole of the world would hate it.

But I don't care. I don't think I'm going to ever act after this.

I can't. They'll have to get a new actor for Bucky Barnes.

I'll never be able to act again. I'll always doubt what is going on.

If we get out of this alive.

JOURNAL ENTRY EIGHT:

Tempus made Y/N play through all the games. She nearly died- twice. The fact she's still alive both electrifies me and impresses me. God, but I bet she's in so much pain.

In the last round they brought in someone who I guess her friend was in her past. Y/N didn't even look surprised her friend decided to kill her over her other friend. Y/N actually thanked her.

I was on the edge of my seat until she disarmed her friend- getting herself shot in the process.

I took her back to her room. I sewed up the wound myself. I was getting better at having a tougher stomach during these things. Luckily, the bullet only grazed her.

Tomorrow we all get to leave. I'm thinking something bad happened to Henry, or maybe the police can't find us, I don't know. Or maybe we're already surrounded but they can't get in.

Tomorrow is supposed to be the scene where the Avengers break in and save the rest of the kids. I don't know how it'll actually play out. The others aren't ready, they'll fake fight like they're supposed to do.

I keep kissing Y/N. I feel like we're both going to die. It makes me wonder about my real feelings about her. If it's because of where we are, or if I truly do like her in that way.

She does keep talking about after this place. She was talking about a YouTuber that she'd introduce his videos to me. I can't answer because I don't know about after. I think she picked up on it too because she went quiet after that and then went to sleep immediately after I gave her the pain meds.

I don't want to play with her feelings. I really don't. Not after all of this. But I don't know how to not mess with her feelings when I don't know mine.

Or if we'll even be alive by tomorrow night.

JOURNAL ENTRY NINE:

I don't know where Y/N is. The others came today and she killed Tempus. Tempus had killed everyone but her and her three friends. She was going to kill Y/N, but Y/N didn't let that happen.

Y/N really had no idea who I was before this. I could see recognition in her eyes once the others came in, the other actors. I saw the hurt there too and also betrayal.

I wanted to go to her side, but she turned the gun on me. I hated seeing her cry. She looked broken and hurt. Told me to stay the hell away form her.

I think I now realize my feelings were legit. Those couple words from her felt like a stab wound to the heart.

She continued speaking, and her words told me that she thought I thought all of it was fake. That her cut off pinky wasn't enough proof that this was all real. I wanted to tell her I believed it was real. That I did think it was real. That I knew it was real.

She accused me of playing with her feelings while I let children die around us. And fuck, I knew she was right.

I called for the Russo brothers, trying to pretend her words hadn't hurt. They came, they admitted to letting Tempus take over for money. There was almost a billion dollars they were going to get paid for this game.

Then Y/N got the others out of there. She looked at me and I could barely hold her eyes because it hurt so much to see the betrayal in her eyes. She threw the gun at my feet and I can still hear the words in my head. 'It was real to me. Fuck you Stan.'

I wanted to tell her it was real to me too. I didn't want her to spit my last name out at me like it was poison. I had really liked my name falling from her lips.

Now, I'm sitting on the bus that had brought the other actors in, writing this. Downey, Evans, and Hemsworth had jumped the brothers. Hiddleston and Mackie slugged them across the face until they were knocked out.

We had to spend another couple of hours there with the police. They never brought back Y/N or the other girls. I knew we were in the middle of Death Valley, California. If they ran the wrong way. . .

They promised to put out searches for the girls. I hope they find them. Even if Y/N never wants to even look at me again, as long as she's okay and alive, that's all I care about right now.

The others tried speaking to me. Some of them are still trying to speak to me. Johansson can't shut up, trying to be sympathetic about everything I had to go through. But I was treated fine. I'm not the one dead. I'm not the one with my pinky cut off. I'm not the one that was almost raped. But they're treating me like the victim.

Well, Downey, Cumberbatch, and Hiddleston aren't. Downey has been on the phone for ages. I don't know who he's calling, but he's angry.

Evans got me a phone so I could call Margarita. Still haven't. Can't bring myself to.

God, please bring Y/N in safely. Please.

⬅️➡️

[that-spider-fan-over-there]

Thinking about why I'm dissatisfied with the last fight (aside from the weirdness of Tenko needing to die for Act 4 to happen and frustration of waiting POV change chapters for Izuku's breakdown), and I think it comes down to the wishful thinking that we'd get a team-up between Izuku, Katsuki and Tenko against All For One, both in the battlefield and in a thematic level. I know it's supposed to showcase the reader's emotional dissatisfaction alongside Izuku's own, but it could've been pulled off.

Even in the vestige world (which was heavily underutilized but I have a feeling it's gonna show up one last time) they had an opportunity for a small team-up moment, what with the memory sharing, Katsuki popping up there in 362, Tenko's other Quirks and vestiges being there. It could've worked then, especially to get Izuku's POV back.

I am excited to see Izuku working through his issues, especially since I'm optimistic it's through facing them head on he'll be able to try and save Tenko again. And Katsuki, being a Tenko foil/parallel the same way they're each others, is the one that can help. Maybe we'll get a OFA vestige world remix, which is why Izuku still has those embers.

Honestly I think the checkpoints are clear:

Face the world's aftermath with Himichako and Todofam, slowly feel worse because Survivor's Guilt, Talk-no-Jutsu with Katsuki, breakdown, reach a newfound understanding what he did wrong then, learn how to control his heart and Trust He Has Always Been Allowed To Feel Emotions And That Includes The Repressed Ones therefore reaching the Tenku part of Kishotenketsu, use the embers/factory reset OFA, maybe get help/input from the League (fingers crossed he does), somehow get into the vestige world, see what made Tenko Tomura, metaphorically pull him out of his dark chrysalis, with Katsuki pulling Izuku into the light-

And then bam we get that societal reform and we get graduation/festival with Eri singing for others, Shoto, Rei, Fuyumi and Natsuo getting Touya that cold soba and hot udon delivery in the hospital and bickering, Ochako giving Himiko her blood like they're on an implied date, Tenko and Spinner playing games in a rehab home and Toshinori giving Katsuki and Izuku the keys to open an agency in Roppongi and then K&I kiss and the fandom explodes.

I got off track, it might not happen like that, if anything from that last paragraph happens at all I'm gonna flip my ish I'm not editing any of that out-

What I'm saying is there's probably a reason they're doing all of this without the weight of AFO or the OFA Wielders holding them back from a bright future, but man I still am forever gonna be mad we didn't get to see a fight of The Symbols against the Demon Lord XP Oh well, those three were too powerful together to have a team up. (<-but know I'm saying that last sentence through my teeth).

... Oh wait Tenko was "freed" from AFO but his heart was in the dark and it's Izuku's job to reach him out so they can all smile together just like Eri was rescued from Overhaul but still wasn't considered saved until she re-learned happiness and that can only happen if their saviour is the one who can offer a hand with a smile second time's the charm OH MY GOD IZUKU GET THAT EMOTIONAL BREAKDOWN ALREADY XD-

... *ahem* Let's see what the Epilogue Arc has to offer, I guess. It might go beyond my expectations, it might not reach it. I'm gonna be optimistic either way.

[downbad4fyodor]

Broken Promises

Pairing: Osamu Dazai x Reader Genre: Angst Summary: After making a promise to grow old together six years ago, Dazai finally decided that it was a promise he was unable to keep. Recommended Song: You Said You'd Grow Old With Me - Michael Schulte Other Notes: Decided to bring back the angst because I always have some stupid idea that decides to keep me awake at night, so here we are. I'm probably going to make an Oda version, I just don't know when or if that'll ever happen. Anyways, requests are open now because I'm running out of ideas.

The relentless rain drummed against the streets of Yokohama, creating a somber symphony of melancholy. You stood there, soaked to the bone, clutching your umbrella tightly in one hand and a crumpled letter in the other. Your vision blurred as tears cascaded down your cheeks, mixing with the raindrops. This was the spot where you and Dazai had made that fateful promise six years ago.

"Dazai, do you really mean it?" you asked, your voice trembling with a mix of hope and uncertainty.

Dazai, with his enigmatic smile, took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers. "I promise, I'll never leave you. We'll grow old together, no matter what happens. You gave me a reason to live, and I'll hold onto that forever."

His words were like a lifeline, anchoring you in a world of chaos and darkness. In that moment, you believed him with all your heart, believing that your futures were destined to intertwine forever.

Fast forward six years, the memory played like a haunting melody in your mind as you stood at the same spot once again, but this time, it was a scene of heartbreak. Dazai, the person you had vowed to grow old with, was gone, leaving a void in your soul.

"Why, Dazai?" you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of raindrops. "We promised each other… you promised me."

As if in response, a chilling gust of wind swept through the alley, sending shivers down your spine. The letter you held was Dazai's final farewell, a message filled with sorrow and remorse. He spoke of the burden he carried, the pain he couldn't escape, and the belief that he had to protect you from the darkness he bore.

"I'm sorry, my dear friend," the letter had read, "I couldn't keep my promise. But know that you were the light in my life, and I'll forever cherish the time we had together."

The words offered little solace, and your heart ached with the weight of grief and guilt. You replayed every moment you spent with Dazai in your mind, from the exhilarating missions you embarked on to the quiet moments you shared, talking about your dreams and fears. Each memory cut deeper, knowing that those cherished moments were now relics of the past.

In the wake of Dazai's departure, you found yourself adrift in a sea of emotions, unable to fathom the depths of your sorrow. The world felt colder and lonelier without him, and you wished you could turn back time, to that day when you promised to grow old together. But life was cruel, and promises could be broken just as easily as they were made.

Through tear-streaked eyes, you looked up at the darkened sky, feeling the raindrops on your face mingling with your tears. "Dazai, why did you leave me behind?" you whispered, as if hoping he could hear you from beyond.

The silence that followed was deafening, but within it, you could almost hear his voice, soft and reassuring, as it had been all those years ago. "I didn't want to leave you, but I couldn't bear the pain anymore. You gave me a reason to live, and I'll cherish that forever, even in death."

His words echoed in your heart, a bittersweet reminder of the connection you had shared. In that moment, you realized that the promise of growing old together wasn't about the number of years lived, but the impact you had on each other's lives.

As the rain continued to fall, you clung to the memories of your time with Dazai, cherishing every smile, every laugh, and every tear. You knew that though he was physically gone, his presence would forever linger in your heart, guiding you through the darkest of days.

Through the pain and sorrow, you vowed to keep his memory alive, to honor the promise you made as teenagers, and to find a new purpose in life, even if he was no longer by your side. And as you walked away from that spot, you knew that, in a way, Dazai had kept his promise - he had given you a reason to live, and that reason would endure long after he was gone.

[kookie-doughs]

Again And Again

Portgas D Ace X Reader

-Amatsuki Y/N decided to stay in the future without her sister upon meeting a friend’s son.

Chapter 2: I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud

You had yet to ask about what had happened in the 20 years of your absence. In Wano, you couldn't even ask about Kozukis, they had warned you not to talk about them.

You were already attached to the captain of Spades Pirates the moment you met him. It took you a while for them to agree letting you join them though.

But boy were they glad you did. Although Ace is the captain, they knew you were, well the ace of the crew. It was no contest, you were the strongest in the crew. Training with Oden, Roger and Edward tends to make you powerful after all.

Every battle was swept through with you and Ace around. I mean who would match your strength? It didn't seem like Edward was alive any longer, and Roger, well he's gone.

The crew had tried asking you about what you know as you seem ignorant about what had happened, which you are. They were going to blame the fact you were from Wano, but you were also ignorant about the events there.

You didn't tell them about your ability. You didn't ask anything either. You wanted to go into the world blindly. The thrill of finding out about this world.

Your stay with your new crew had lasted for months, you've lost count after 4 months had passed. The crew grew to love you.

You were closest to Ace and Banshee, the only female in the crew aside from you.

"Y/N, can you wake up Ace?" Deuce asks while they prepare to land on the island.

Knocking on your captain's room to no answer you gave yourself permission to get in.

"Hey, Captain~" You cooed poking at your sleeping captain's cheek.

He smile in his sleep and hums.

"Wake up." You shake him.

When he refused to wake up, you think back to how Rayleigh woke his captain up.

Enveloping you hand in haki, you hit his head.

"GRANDPA!!??" He cried out as he woke up.

You smirked, "Do I look like your grandpa?"

His cheeks flushed and glared. "DEUCE SHE'S EVIL AS YOUR CAPTAIN I DEMAND YOU DON'T GIVE HER SNACKS!!!"

Rolling your eyes you started dragging him out of his room, "I never get to eat them either way you hog. C'mon we're about to land."

He regains composure and calms down hearingyour report. He removes your grip on him and walks ahead, with a serious tone and look.

When the ship docks the crew jumped off and you stayed in the ship.

"This place seem boring... Why would you guys come here." You pout.

"Someone we've been hunting is here." Deuce tells you.

"Well, you guys can handle yourselves. I'm staying here. That place doesn't even have a village."

"What if we need you?" Skull asks.

"Captain~ are you going to need me?" You grinned at him, "Can you handle things without me~? Do you need your knight in shuning armor~?"

His face turns red, "I can handle things! We don't need you!!" And he storms off ahead.

Deuce sighed, "You didn't have to tease him. We'll just call when we need you. Everyone let's go!"

And they all follow their captain while you stayed behind.

~

Your sleep was interrupted by screams for your name.

"Y/N!!!!" It was a frantic scream from Deuce.

You immediately run out of your room and check, "What?"

You notice someone missing in the group.

Your captain.

"Ace he-!"

Before they catch you up on what happened, you run to the direction they went off earlier holding on your sword. Looking around to find anything that might help you locate him.

Then you felt a powerful surge of haki in a direction. Your heart fell, thinking of the danger Ace is in. That amount of haki was overwhelming and you fear what it might've done to him.

When you got to the fight there was a wall of fire.

"Hey pops they're back..." You heard some yell.

They're-?

You look behind you and you see the crew behind you baring weapons.

"Let's grab Ace and run!" Deuce instructs.

You paid no mind to him though. All you saw was Ace on the ground struggling to get back up.

Exuding your haki you rush to Ace. Some of the enemy crew dropping from the power of your haki. As the foe was about to attack Ace you jump in the way. You swiftly pulled your sword out and covered it with haki.

The exchange of blow was intense, with the strike sending ripples of power through the surrounding waters. Your agility and movements impressed the man, who recognized your prowess as a worthy opponent.

Everyone was surprised at your arrival and counter. No one was expecting someone to block an attack.

The enemy crew watched in awe as their captain fought you, their expressions a mix of excitement and concern. Your crew members, too, felt a surge of pride, witnessing you hold your own against one of the strongest pirates in the world. Some who collected themselves sooner and worried for their captain snuck around and grabbed Ace, who was behind you.

"Y/N! Let's go! We can't handle him!" Deuce says as they carry Ace on their shoulder.

"Y/N?" Someone from the enemy's crew repeat.

But all you saw was red. You were angry at the man against you for what he's done to him.

As the battle raged on, it became evident that your quick reflexes and adaptability were proving to be a challenge for him. He could feel the strength and determination emanating from you, an opponent who refused to back down.

The foe was powerful. Much powerful than anyone you've faced in this time. It reminds you of the travels with your brother.

You pushed your body and mind to their limits, drawing on your experiences. Every strike was calculated, every move executed with precision and purpose.

Yet, despite your resilience, your foe's overwhelming power began to take its toll. Your energy waned as the battle progressed, and the weight of facing a living legend bore down upon them.

Your crew could sense it. Ace tried getting away from the hold of his crew. This battle was his fault. How could he let you sacrifice yourself for some stupid problem of his.

The clash lasted for what felt like an eternity, but eventually, exhaustion began to take its toll. With a final clash of blades, you stepped back, your breathing heavy.

"Y/N!" He choked out.

You brought yourself back. Your exhaustion was now something you felt. You turned to look at your captain, he was beaten but he was alive being treated by Deuce.

"Ace, are you okay?" You pant.

"He is!" Deuce says.

You smile and fell on your knees. "I'm so fucking tired. I'm donee!"

Your foe laughed, "You are strong."

"Yet I lost." You catch your breath and walk to Ace.

But your path was blocked.

Your crew froze as you were now surrounded by some of the enemy crew.

Ace pushed Deuce away and staggeringly ran to you. But they all stopped and stared in shock when one of the enemy wrapped their arms around you.

"Y/N-sama!"

"Izo????"

Your heart pounded with disbelief as they saw familiar faces among the enemy Pirates—the friends you had thought lost to the currents of time. Among the crew stood Vista, Rakuyo and Jozu, trusted comrades who you had shared both joy and hardship.

You looked at the man you were just fighting. There by Edward's side was Marco, who had been your closest confidante.

"Edward!!!" You hollered as you ran to him.

Your crew and some of the enemy crew who never got the chance to meet you looked at the reunion in confusion.

"Marco go treat my captain. I have got a lot of catching up to do with this big man." You grinned.

Marco came over to your crew, "You guys should join us to our ship. Y/N is gonna take a while. We can treat your captain there. We're probably gonna end up with a banquet too." He laughed

They looked at Marco in a mixture of reluctance and confusion. Then to you who was walking to the enemy ship with the man you had just fought.

It wasn't like Ace could leave you. He nods at Deuce signaling they follow him.

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[kayhi808]

Perfect Match -6

Billy Russo, world's most elite assassin, leans back on my couch, looking a little pale, "I think I'd rather have you pregnant." I get up off the couch and his hand snakes out to grab my wrist, "Wait! Wait! Wait!" I get pulled onto his lap. "Angel, I mean this with zero disrespect, but...What the fuck?!"

I struggle to get up and he lets me go. "Do you want a drink? I think you could use one. I definitely need one." I walk over to the kitchen & grab some Chardonnay I have in the fridge.

"Yea, sure." He's still looking at me oddly. I gulp down my first glass of wine which earns me a cocked eyebrow from him. I prepare him a tumbler of scotch & bring it back to him. "Thanks." He takes a long pull on it. "Can we...uh...talk?"

I keep my wine glass cradled to me. "I want you to marry me."

I can see him trying to keep calm. I'm happy he didn't run screaming from my apartment. I did not plan on asking him as soon as he returned but the way he held me in his arm & said he missed me while he was away. I thought he'd be open to this and I've been thinking about this for a bit. I need to find a husband. I like Billy more than anyone I've met so far.

"Again, no disrespect, but why? What happened while I was away?"

"Nothing HAPPENED." I place my glass down on the coffee table & turn to sit facing him. "To get what I want, I need a husband. I've told you this. I need a partner. I need someone who would survive and thrive in this type of life. I need...someone I can trust." I get up to pace. He's been looking at me so intently and I've never felt so vulnerable. "I like you, Billy. A lot. Scarily a lot. But even more importantly, I trust you." He's still silent & doesn't seem like he's ready to run so I continue. "I can count the number of people I trust on one hand."

"I'm honored." My gaze shoots to him to see if he's being sarcastic or facetious, but I see none of that. Billy is being genuine & he gives me a soft smile.

It gives me the courage to continue, "You're already in this life, and you are a formidable force. You're smart. You're powerful. You're strong. I need that. This isn't an easy life by far. This is a partnership for life. There are no divorces in the Family. In the future, if things didn't work out with...with us. We'll still need to be able to work together. We need to portray a united front, despite our falling out. It will already be a challenge for us to get the other families to respect us. I will lead this family but I can't do it without someone like you. No, not someone like you. You." Flustered, "I'm sure my grandfather can find me a husband but it won't...it wont feel the same."

I've gone too far. I blew it. There's an ache in my heart just thinking about ending things with Billy. "I know this is...a surprise." He exhales & runs his hands over his buzz cut. Nervous laughter escapes me, "Quite the understatement." Billy smiles and nods. "I know this was not the welcome home you expected, but I wanted you to know. This is the direction I want...hope. I hope we can move towards. I'm not some nurse...coffee shop girl...lawyer. I have a different life. I thought I should make my intentions clear."

"I got that loud and clear."

"It's a lot to think about and it's not a decision to make lightly. I don't expect...I don't even know what to expect. Take time to think about it. I didn't expect to blurt this out to you tonight. You just showed up and I've missed you so much....I don't know. I'm sorry."

Billy stands hugs me. I feel like crying. It feels like good-bye. "Don't be sorry. I appreciate your honesty." He squeezes me tighter & sways a little, like he's trying to soothe me. "I'll think about it."

"You will?"

"I don't get proposed to everyday. Looking the way I do, I don't know if it'll ever happen again."

I pull away & I see the teasing light in his dark eyes. "Bill."

He cradles my face in his hands & kisses me. "I'll seriously consider it. Promise." I pull him down for another teasing kiss. "Can I stay the night?"

"Please. I need you, Billy." With that, he throws me over his shoulder & takes me to bed.

*****

Things are back to normal with me & Billy. I haven't brought up the proposal again. I'm going to give him all the time he needs. I still have to placate my grandfather & meet these men he think will be good matches. Grandfather's choice in men are better than father's 100%, but still... These men are older & think to "let me" rule New York. As if they are doing me a favor. Like they are indulging a child.

"Piccola!" Grandfather kisses me on both cheeks, "What are you doing here? If I knew you were coming, I could have had lunch prepared."

"Nonno, I'm fine. It's ok. I actually came to talk."

"Sit. Sit. What did you need to discuss?"

"I've asked Russo to marry me." I hold my breath waiting for the explosion.

"Russo?!" I nod. "What did he say?"

I can tell he's not thrilled, but he's not yelling either. "He's thinking about it."

"Did you not think to discuss this with me first?"

"Considering that he kidnapped me, I did not think it was a good idea until I ask Bill. He didn't run for the hills, and he's seriously considering it. That's why I'm here."

"You think he's a good match for you?"

"Do you think he'd be a good match?"

"He isn't going to be easily controlled."

"I don't want to control him. He'll be my partner in this. We'll communicate. We'll work together."

"Can he be trusted?"

"I trust him."

"My concern is that he will not operate in the best interest for the Family."

"He will."

"No. His decisions will be based on the best interest for YOU. Not the Family."

"I will be the Family." Frowning, "Is that such a bad thing?"

"Child, it's the best thing to hear as a Grandfather. To know that a man will put you above all others. I may be old, but I'm aware of the gossip. I know you've been seeing him." He gives me a loving smile that warms my heart. "However, as leader of this Family, it becomes a concern." We sit in silence, each caught up in our own thoughts. "He's not a bad choice. His skill set. His reputation. He's not from another Family, so his loyalty will be strong to you, to us." I nod. "Let me know what he says."

"Thank you. I will."

@idaofinfinity @imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend @e-dubbc11

[tokuteasings]

I see your requests are open and I adore your King Ohger writing!!! Could you write something with Gira and hes trying to act all tough bc hes the “evil king” and you’re just like, humoring him because hes so into and after a lil but he breaks characters and it just get super fluffy? Idk if thats a coherent plot but you write him so well! Have a nice week 💚

you cant just come into my inbox and give me fluffy gira thots without warning how dare-

Thank you for your praise~! Kingohger has such a fucking grip on me yall dont even know-

Warnings: GN!Reader, fluffy. Make-out sesh

What is a king to a deity?

There is a howl of pride, of a beast leering towards the masses at their crowning achievement. He's the lion at the head of the pride, the master, the, apex, the alpha, dearest Gira is the king of evil and he wears it with pride.

Let all kneel before him - as you have, over and over again.

Let all worship him - as you have, over and over again.

Let all adore him, as you have, over and over again.

Gladly.

Without question.

He's laughing again, jovially, as he chases around the children and swings about this small little branch (he always picks the tiniest little sticks and gives the best ones to the kids that flock to the two of you) and screams, "For I am the king of evil, Gira! I shall rule the land-!" he glances around, the idea blooming into his head as a stag beetle to a flame and they lock on to yours.

They glitter in the sunlit day, mischief dancing within them as he sets the "sword" at his side and makes the fastest beeline towards you (you have seen faster, such as when he saw you again after a long period of this touchless entity that dragged on for eons and swept you up into his arms and kissed you breathless) before cackling and gathering you into his arms with frightening strength.

The branch is held to your neck, a sole leaf (still attached, still clinging despite the force) tickles your skin - a kiss dotting it akin to his own. You laugh and dramatically gasp, the back of your hand against your forehead as you press yourself towards Gira's chest and smirk at how he yelps and flushes just a wee bit.

Because you're at his heart, where you have crawled in and kept it captive for so long. Especially when a hand skitters against his chest and collar bone, pads of your fingers dusting against his bare skin that makes him keel and whine - pecks from other parts of your skin.

"Oh no~!" you whimper as the children gather around you, brandishing their blades of terra and bark. "The evil king has me captive!" you let out a "whimper" as Gira clears his throat, his arm now possessively wrapped around your waist as you inwardly giggle. "Whatever will I do?!"

"That is right!" Gira calls out to the kids, using the sword that was against your neck earlier to point at each of them, taunting them. "I have captured this citizen! I shall force them into a marriage and we shall conquer the world together!"

You stare up at him with wide eyes as the kids gasp and groan out various quips of: "Ew marriage!" "That's mean!"

The word "marriage" echoes in your head because honestly...have you thought about it? Yes, a few here and there. Sometimes in the middle of the night, you and Gira talk about what the future holds and could bring. But he would always smile and kiss your fingers, "Whatever it brings us, we'll conquer it together." and a smile that outshines even the sun would bloom upon his face and make you utterly weak in the knees.

It's just like now, now that you think about it.

His hues are reflecting yours and the images of the children, but he is the sun itself. He is showing off this light that you are attracted to, crave even.

So you do what you normally do whenever you're overwhelmed by love and adoration for your little king-

You just kiss him. You grab the sides of his face and planet your lips on to his, not caring for the meager populace that gazes upon this communion of king and captive. They fade.

Gira lets out a small yelp, his sword loses its place in his hands and they're around your hips now. He tilts his head to further press his lips into yours, dipping you lightly and despite his initial hesitation before, he melts into it. He's craving it as much as you do-

"Ew! They're kissing!"

"Oh my God!"

"Gira nii-chan!"

There is a sputter of flubbers and blubbers as you two part, your faces equally red as his. Kogane from the sidelines rolls her eyes as Gira clears his throat. "R-Right..." he mumbles out, before turning to you and pecking your cheek as an apology. "Sorry got carried away." he's sheepish at this point, a small timid smile to his lips-

"We should do it again."

Gira stares outright at your words, a small mumble leaving his lips that you couldn't hear but he's fully red now - his blush skittering on downwards towards his chest from his open shirt. "N-Not now!" he gestures towards the kids with an empty hand. "D-Don't do this in public!" it's an embarrassed hiss, he's almost trying to make himself smaller and smaller. He doesn't need the feel of your lips that are wine and honey and everything nice in the world.

He doesn't need it to fog his mind until he's in this drunken stupor...

"You're right. Sorry." your laugh softly before picking up his branch and handing it back to him. He smiles as his hand brushes against yours with the passing of blade to blade-

Your lips zoom towards his knuckles and he yelps, jumping backwards and dropping the blade again as the kids groan further. You laugh as you pick up the fallen branch, raising it high and ego fueling your id. "Aha! I have usurped the evil emperor! Now all shall bow before me!"

And if he could, he would happily get on his knees for you.

For love is a sacrament best taken kneeling for a god you devote everything towards.

[ofengineers]

MUSE SPECIFIC INNER THOUGHTS → @lastingsparks

I'm glad I'm with him...

"Daddy and her left Waloed today. I don't know where we're going, but we'll be together. I wonder why Benna is not coming with us. I thought we were a family, the three of us. I tried to ask him about it, but he doesn't seem to want to think much about it. At least, I'm at his side. Daddy is the person I love the most in the entire world. He told me he has an important mission to give me a bright future. I wish I could do something to help him, though. Maybe once I get older. But I want to help him now!"

We have a new home now...

"The Hideaway is our home now. Daddy is working so hard these days, but he brought me a new friend. A huge dog, or maybe a wolf, but his name is Sid! I know that's not a very original name, of course, but Daddy insisted, and that's fine! I'm sooooo happy he agreed to keep him! When we found him, he was alone, and he seemed scared. Daddy and I talked to him and he decided to follow us. I hope we can keep him forever! Thanks to Daddy and Uncle Otto, I'm also learning more about engineering. Maybe I could contribute to Daddy's mission with my knowledge!"

He's worrying so much...

"I've been in Kanver for a few months already. I really like it, I'm learning so much! Since I've been studying here, I got the confirmation that I really want to be an engineer. Daddy and Otto showed me a few things before, but here, I'm having an actual formation. I know Daddy keeps worrying about me, though. I think he would prefer to be at my side, but he's working so hard to make this world a better place, for everyone, no matter where they come from or what they have been through. I admire him so much for that. And soon, I will play my part in this, too. I just have to."

He needs to take a break...

"Daddy almost died. And I wasn't even at his side. He was with Clive, Jill and Sid Torgal. I still need to get used to this new name! I know how important his mission is for him, but I just can't lose him. We lost Benna already, only a few weeks ago. I know it must have been so hard on him, to never succeed in bringing her back to us. But now, I really want him to take care of himself. I'm sure he will find a way to still be useful without risking his life anymore. He has to. Clive and Jill will be on the battlefield. I plan to keep my father with me for much longer than that!"

This mess is finally behind us...

"I know Daddy will want to help with the rebuilding, but we can all finally start living again. Ultima is behind us. I can start working on inventions to make all of Valisthea a better place! I know Daddy will keep supporting me for this. He seemed so happy when Joshua, Clive and Dion came back. I know he was happy for me because I didn't want to lose my lover and my friends, and he always puts my happiness before his, but I also know he was relieved, too. He cares so deeply, always, even if he doesn't like showing it. We're very similar on that point, actually. We both want to look strong all the time, but it's not always possible. We shouldn't face such huge threats anymore, at least. A bright future is awaiting us, just like he has always wanted!"