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Swan princess

!Asshole Ellie Williams x Princess Reader ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

✧˚ · . Summary: Your parents had you to be wedded by the time you each turned 20, they had you meet every summer until then, but you just couldn't stand her.

✧˚ · . Warnings: Ellie is a douch bag, rough sex, enemies to lovers, slow burn, erranged marriage, drinking, swearing, oral, over stimulation, eventual genuine wedding, Soulmates, Ellie hates you up until your both adults, major flashback, readers bipolar but i feel like this was me projecting, sorry 😭, NOT proofread.

I need all you to know this is pretty fucking long, feel free to take your time or skip <3

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Your first summer out of the castle when you'd turned 5. Your father held onto your hand reassuringly, pointing out at all the wonderful things you had yet to experience. His words you so vividly remembered along the lines of, "one day, this will all be yours to take care of" so sadly, the frown on his face one of the worst parts from those core memories. The rays of light hit your pearl pink dress, the sparkles shifting as you rode on the horse through what now had been the forest. "Papa, where are we going?" Your head turned back up to look at him, a cheerful smile upon your lips, your teeth crooked and white. "We, my dear daughter, are going to meet the one you shall marry one day." His eyes focused on the muddy path way, as you held onto your perfect dress so tightly in fear of it getting ruined by nature's mishaps. The memory had stopped, where what begun was the hatred between you and Ellie Williams.

For you remembered the look on her face when she'd met you. Your father pushed you towards the tall man with the girl behind him, urging you to say hello. The man'd done the same, an overjoyed toothy grin flashing on his face. "Who might this lovely young lady be?" Your dad inquired, just as happy as the man infront of you, "young princess Ellie, no doubt " He urged you again. You furrowed your brows at him angrily, taking the slightest step forward to the taller little girl who stood infront of you. "I'm Y/n" You gritted through your teeth, biting your bottom lip upsettingly, curtseying at everyone disposal. "It's a pleasure to meet you." You finished, a fake smile plastered on your face, pleading eyes for your father to take you back home. Ellie eyed you disgustingly, uninterested rolling her eyes back, the taller man pushing her forward closer. "Go on" he said angrily. "Joel!" She yelped. "Ellie." He eyed her. She scoffed, her attitude already unbearable. "It's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance.. Princess Y/n.... Ellie" she said poorly, introducing herself, her pinky finger digging in her ear, eyeing at it like it was all she had left to do. She turned back before the man flipped her around, roughly shoving her closer, his patience limited now. She sighed, going back to grab your hand, gently, something you hadn't expected from her insignificantly terrible mannerisms, her finger tips soft, she kissed the back of your hand, your heart had fluttered, from what you remembered, only for a slight second before she pulled away, sticking her tongue out and wiping her mouth, "Ugh, gross!" She cried. You rolled your eyes, the moment of whatever romance that'd be destined to start, passing like the speed of light.

The two of you stood there, your father's smiling at the "perfect match." all you could think about was how unpleasant she was, how she wouldn't understand you, how you absolutely despised her existence. The summer growing to be what you thought was the worst of your life span, the constant bickering and her heavy insults. You ran through the halls of her castle. Joel and your father having not understood nor notice the two of you constantly at eachothers throats. Your dress getting caught in the doors, and tripping over your slippers when she'd attacked you. "You're such a goody-two shoes!" She argued, your cheeks burning red from the running. "Shut it, Ellie" you spit at her. Your dress torn at the hem and your pink slippers stained with shoe marks on them from tripping over your feet. The rest of the summer lasted the exact same, every little thing she said annoying you, and every action you took, she wanted to intervene.

Soon enough more winters and summers went by before you were 12, hiding at the top of the tower, in your room dreading this summer. "Y/n! We can't keep Princess Ellie waiting any longer!" Your father called from the carriage at the bottom of the castle. "Ugh, please, she's barley even a princess!" You shouted angrily, eyeing him from the window, your hair tied into a braid and your nightgown hadn't changed. "I haven't even washed my hair nor changed"you gestured to your hair and clothes. "Gives you all the more reason to hurry" you heard the grin in his voice, causing you to smile the slightest. You redid your braid, finishing it off with a blue ribbon at the end, and quickly slipping on one of you're too many owned dresses. You pranced through the long historic hallways, waving small goodbyes to the servants who'd helped around the castle, leaving out the door to the garden. "Are you ready to leave?" Your father asked. "Yes" you sighed sadly, having to see Ellie again making you feel as if the world were ending. "I don't get why you dislike her so much, she's really such a lovely young lady." He frowned, entering the carriage with you. "Sure, if lovelys the word you wanna use." You groaned, "half the time the only thing she's doing is jumping at me every chance she gets to make my life horrible." Your dad smiled at you, saying you were over doing it. The ride to the neighboring kingdom was joyful, the sound of your laughter echoing through the windows. Once you'd arrived, you'd seen Ellie once more, no better than the previous summers, still as horrid as you remembered. "Hello, princess" she rolled her eyes, whispering into the ear of another girl beside her, it so clearly about you. "Princess Ellie." You gritted. "And who's this?" Your father smiled, Ellie's attitude being replaced with the innocent act she'd always put up to make you seem as if the bad guy. "This, is the friend I made last winter" she grinned. "Dina" she introduced her. You nervously waved at her, not earning much in return but a dirty look from Ellie, you clutched your dress, suddenly feeling very self conscious. "Well, what're we waitin' for? Les go!" Joel said with his thick accent, following him back to the all too familiar grand castle, lifting your dress as you walked over the muddy ground. You followed Ellie around the rest of the day, the two girls continuesly looking back at you as you acted like a dog, scolded if you sat out in the permanent room you had here during the summer. The sun reflected your shadows ever so often, "does she have to follow us around?" Dina turned around suddenly, weirdly annoyed with your presence, her red dress swaying with her hips as she turned. Ellie looked back, her ill-fitted dress steady as her shoes stepped on the hems. Tearing it like colored paper. "I wish she didn't, it's a shame I have to marry her" she said angrily, grabbing Dina's hand, pulling her along to show her the tree house that was supposedly in the field behind the castle, whispering about it as if you couldn't hear them.

You followed them to the tree house, far behind, you almost didn't wanna go into the tree house, till you saw it, it hadn't been there last summer. You ran softly on the grass, attempting to catch up to the girls, finally getting to the ladder, it began to float up, realizing the girl with a dark haired messy ponytail was pulling it up. She darted her eyes at you. "Snowflakes aren't allowed up in this treehouse" she said distinctively. "Oh, fuck you!" You yelled. Giving them the finger you walked off annoyed. "What's her problem?" Dina raised her brow at Ellie, "Dunno, she's like short tempered or whatever" Ellie chuckled, watching you storm off.

When you turned 17, you had your first royal ball, "Ellie!" You called, walking to her room at the very end of the hallway on the very last floor of the castle, you turned the door knob, opening the door aggressively to see her in her loose dress as it'd always been, practicing her archery on an ill drawing of you from when you were 10. "Oh, real mature" you said angrily. "Yeah whatever." She stuck her tongue out at you, you walked towards the target of you, your blue and fancy ruffley dress following closely behind you as your heels clicked hollowly against the old floors of the castle. Your hair effortlessly soft. You ripped it off the wall. "Hey!! What the hell's your problem?!" She spat. "You're a fucking child is my problem." You rolled your eyes tearing it. "What do you even want?" She got up angrily. "The ball" you muttered. "That's tonight?" She gasped. "Yes, everyone knew that" you fixed the straps of her dress unconciously, her breath hitched, suddenly flinching your hand away "get out, I'll fix it myself, I wasn't even gonna wear this" she muttered. "Jeez fine, the one time I try being nice and all you ever do is be a total douche." You outed the room, flattening the lacey blue ruffles of your dress, adjusting your gold heart shaped locket and your finished hair. You walked down the hall once more, waiting for your fiance to open her eyes and act like the princess she really was whether she liked it or not. You found yourself at the entrance of the castle, a strongly built woman guarding the gate. "Strong arms, huh?" You smirked up at her, her face flushing, "Princess." She averted her eyes, meanwhile Ellie watching from afar with Dina. "God she's always flirting with those damned guards" she huffed, the giggling of you and the guard filling the room. "Why care so much? What, you like her?" Dina said, brushing the lose strands of hair from her face. "God no" she said annoyed, fixing her new suit. "Sure seems like it" Dina scoffed. "She can flirt with who she wants" Dina defended you. "Whatever" you turned to see the girls eyeing you warily for you had no clue as to why. You brushed your hand off the guards arm, kissing her cheek. "Guys let's go, we'll be late." You waved your arm at them, calling them over as they obeyed. "Alright Papa! We can go" you shouted to the topless carriage outside. "Perfect, darling!" He smiled, patiently waiting, you carefully lifted your dress running to the cart. Leaving Ellie behind. "You like her" Dina teased. "Oh fuck off, I've hated that ‘ Little Ms. Perfect ’ since I was 5, thats not about to change now just because she went from some annoying ugly duckling to a fucking goddess...or.. whatever." Dina chuckled, "like a swan?" She pressed. "Yeah whatever you wanna call it." She walked to the cart quickly behind you now to catch up, smiling at your father. "Took you long enough" you said. "Shut up" she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "We're already to leave!" Your dad called to the people in front, controlling the horses.

You drove up to your palace, the towns people, hundreds, of them cheerfully smiling, waving, throwing flowers from their own gardens, you couldn't help but flash a toothy smile, waving back and holding the hands of the little children being held upon shoulders of their parents, a few sending weird stares at you as Ellie stuck up her two fingers behind your head, mocking you, making some of the kids laugh. "Hey!" You turned, arms over your chest, "will you quit it?! God your frustrating" you sighed, melting back into the leather seats of the carriage.

Soon you'd pulled up at the gates of your castle, the horses in the stable causing a racket, and the ball gowns visible from the windows you'd seen from outside. The dim lights romantic, Ellie exited the carriage after your father, Joel waiting for Ellie to turn and help you down, she ran her hands through her hair annoyedly, grabbing your hand gently helping you down. Your heart fluttering the same the day you'd met when she kissed your hand, despite the hatred you had towards her, your locket glistened under the moon light, and the pins in your hair reflecting the moon itself. "Thank you, but I could've done it myself" you pushed her hand away. Walking alone to the entrance, walking in as the guards at the door opened it for you, you winked at them, the beads of sweat rolling down their heads. "Such a beautiful young women she's becoming" Joel smiled, Ellie turning her head from your direction, the poof of your dress following the move of your hips. "Indeed she is" your dad agreed.

As you entered the ball room, royal families you'd thought close to you came to greet you, compliments being thrown from every direction, the colours of the gowns bright and warming. "So... you and Ellie, huh?" A girl in green said. "Not as charming as everyone thinks" you rolled your eyes. "She's absolutely horrid." Your hands rested in your hips, suddenly warm breath tickling your neck. "Horrid my ass," she came from behind you, aggressively whispering in your ear her complaints. "Attitude problems I tell ya' " she pushed you aside gently. "You would think someone as pretty as her has a pretty personality too, but wasn't raised right... clearly " she sheepishly smiled at you. Your hands fisting the fabric of your dress in the palm of your hand as the girls gawked at her disrespect towards you, throwing shame at your name. "Fuck you" you mouthed to her, walking away annoyed.

You found yourself flirting with the princesses of every country, each one of them better than the last much like the last glass of wine you drank unsupervised. The shawl on your shoulders slipping off, the freckles and goosebumps appearing so clearly. "Look.. I'd give anything to sleep with you, but aren't you betrothed to her excellency, Ellie?" The girl respectfully asked concerned. "Who cares, everyone knows it won't work out." You grabbed her slim waist, suddenly your father tapping your shoulder. "The slow dance, dear." He grabbed your available hand, you measly let go of the girls pink dress, a look of dismay on her face. You internally yelling inside your head at the thought of marrying this woman. Your dad helped you your way to Ellie, her tall muscular build in the center of the room, standing there dreading your hands on her body. "Now don't make a scene, be professional" your dad warned, placing your hand upon Ellies shoulder, taking the empty wine glass from you, "fine... god" you looked up at Ellie, her gaze away from yours as her hands slid down to your waist, holding you firmly. Your hands only placed hesitantly on her padded shoulders.

"Sorry" she apologized, moving her hands gesturing she didn't mean to be weird. "Ellie Williams, THE Ellie Williams apologizing" you teased, her look still distant "would you look at me? No one'll believe your poor excuse of whatever the hell this is" you complained, your hand cupping her cheek, pulling her face to look at you as the band played a soft spoken song. "This is shit" she whispered. "Yeah, well they're all watching, so shut up and pretend you love me for the next annoyingly long 3 minutes of our dumb lives" you said, moving your feet slowly with hers in sync. She looked into your eyes, you realizing just how vivid her green eyes were, suddenly just noticing all the small details of her face, like the mole under her eye, or the scar on her eyebrow, even how uneven her side part was, you almost laughed in her face.

You upside down smiled, cheekily looking away, "what now" she asked, her brows furrowing. "Nothing, nothing" you waved your hand dismissively. "Yeah whatever" softly laughing along with you, not helping herself. For a short period her hands on your hips sent butterflies surging through your stomach, her breath upon your forehead giving you goose bumps as you twirled and spun around the room, your dress swinging satisfyingly as you forgot the crowd of people around you. "You know, your presence currently is... slightly more tolerable than usual." You whispered, "That so true, now?" She widened her eyes, spinning you into a dip on the slow and steady beat of the song. "Surprisingly." You giggled, admiring the equivalent of stars splattered across her scab cut face from training, your heart increasing every so slightly. You almost felt yourself falling for her like a fool. "If you weren't such a massive whore and flirt to every girl you met I might've actually been in love with you by n—"

"Excuse me?" You interrupted her. Angrily, stepping on her foot. "Ow— what the fuck?" She yelped. "'No what the fuck'd you just call me?" You let go of her immediately. The gaze of people returning to just you. "Well I'm not wrong." She admitted honestly. "Oh yeah— as if you don't do the same, Ellie!" You cried, pushing her away, almost tripping over your dress. "Why do you always do this?! What's your fucking issue? Can you not act like a decent human being for once?" You rolled your eyes, crossing your hands over your chest as she stared at you almost fearfully. "The only reason you're fucking dance with me is because if you didn't we'd both get shit for it! To think I almost fell for that shitty act of yours." Your eyes started to swell up with tears glistening in the light threatening to spill. "No fucking shit! Why'd I like you if you're always being like this?"

You scoffed, "Fuck you, Ellie." You pulled your laced shawl back up your shoulders, holding it firmly as you ran to your room.

That night you watched Ellie shamefully leave in her fathers carriage, Dina beside her worriedly holding her hand in attempt to relax her, a frown on your face as you'd waved goodbye, you entered inside, your father calmly rubbing your back. "I want to break off the engagement." You said sternly. "But—"

"No!" You bursted, the tears rolling down your cheek onto your already tear stained ball gown. "I don't care about out legacy— we'll get someone else to take over, I refuse to wed her. Do you not understand the severity of what she said to me, father?!" You cupped your mouth, muffling the sobs, your breaths quick and weak.

"At least just give it another year, my love, please consider" your father frowned, the wrinkles on his face increasing by the years. "Love has it's ups and downs, this is bound to happen through your marriage" he tried to reason. "Not when you refuse to do what it takes to fix it." You wiped your nose. Your cheeks red and your eyes puffy. "I'll give it another summer" you reckoned, "but one more slip up of hers and I'm done for." You darted your eyes, your tone serious.

"Very well, my dear" he hugged you, whispering a low "I love you"

"I love you too" you hugged him back, holding back the frustration tears.

You wanted to lose your mind atleast a hundred and fifty times before meeting Ellie again. The dreaded summer you'd not been waiting for, not by a long shot. Your father repeatedly thanked you, the carriage dropping you at the front gate of the castle with your dad. Joel standing smiling at you, Ellie up in the castle possibly spying on your every move, and if she was, you wouldn't have been surprised. "I'm really, really sorry for the way things endin' " he apologized, hugging you closely. "Don't worry Joel, it was a misunderstanding.. You know.. like Papa says.." you chuckled, the stupidity of last year's events getting to your head. You stepped foot inside the castle, barley missing anything about it but the guards. "Ellies up inner' room if you wanna go.. y'know" he pointed to the grand staircase. Your father gave you the look, where you didn't have to go, but if you didn't, the disappointment would be unbearable.

You went up the steps to the last floor, out of breath your 2 inch heels making you wobble, you found yourself hesitating at the door, unable to turn the knob before you heard the sound of suckling, heavy breaths, and deep sighs, you almost felt you were about to throw up. The anger boiling inside you, you could've just left, slept it out, or argued with her, tiring her out instead. You aggressively pushed open the door, nearly breaking your nails, the sight of a woman on top of Ellie, her nightgown barley even worn on her body anymore and the soft fingers of Ellie's you'd felt one too many times on your body for your comfort on the girls hips. "This just keeps getting worse and worse, doesn't it?!" You exclaimed angrily. "Fuck." Ellie sighed, her eyes wide as the woman got off top of her, adjusting her lingerie before rushing out clumsily. "What the fuck do you want?" She got up, sitting straight, all left of her, her loose strapped bra. "What do I want?" You mimicked her, suddenly stomping towards a pair of clothes, throwing at her almost bare chest, you grabbed her as she finished clothing, gripping her forearm tightly, you dragged her downstairs, the sound of your loose dress waving in the air and your breaths heavy, you stopped at 2 of the 3 dining rooms until you found your father. "I'm out!" You complained. "I refuse to marry her, I'm done." Your tiara crooked off the top of your head, Ellie gave you a dirty look. Pushing you off of her. "But —" you continued. "I'm not going to marry someone who doesn't love me" you hallored. Throwing her an angry and disapproved look. "I want to leave, and I never want to see her face again unless it's news of whoever she's betrothed to next cause they're in for a rude awakening." You insulted. Not a word escaping her lips, but a few gasps from Joel. His heart along with your father's crumbling to the ground like a shattered plate. "I'm sorry Papa, but I can't." You sighed. "I'd like a carriage to bring us home as early as possible, we have important decisions to make, I'd rather be in the comfort of our castle rather than a scums." You walked to your room. Packing the things you'd left during the winters for the summer, all of it coming to an end. It almost made you upset, you were overjoyed, yet angry, at how you almost fell for her, if she hadn't said what she did that day at the ball, you would've sworn you'd forgotten the rotten history of your past.

The next morning you left, concluding the last time you had seen Princess, Ellie Williams, your ex fiance.

You hadn't seen Ellie in two years, and if you were being honest, your life had become healthier. It was like it'd always been but without the stress of Ellie constantly making your life a living hell, you'd been in a few relationships, none of them lasting and neither one of them being ‘the one’, you picked up on your hobbies, helped your father around the town, rebuilding the castle and re-doing your room, and at the very best making friends of your own.

"Princess" the guards entered the dining room as you read a book, munching on freshly picked strawberries from the garden out back. "Yes?" You smiled, turning your head to look at her. "One of your friends are here, requesting to see you" the guard said. "Oh thank you, tell her I'll be there in a second" you stood up, patting your pink dress of the strawberry seeds, closing your book. "Very well, your excellency" the gaurd rushed away, leaving you adjusting you hair before walking through the halls rapidly to see your bestfriend.

"y/n!" She shouted, waving at you, her pale dress falling beneath her ankles and her cardigan slipping off her shoulders. "Elisa!" Your lips growing into a grin, "I didn't know you were coming!" You ran towards her, engulfing her in a well needed hug, "you didn't get my letter?" She giggled. "Goodness, no." Your arms fell from her waist, playing with her hair. "What a surprise!" You squealed. "No! The surprise is what I have to tell you!" She grabbed your wrists, her smile wide. "I just had to tell you in person!" She said. "Must be important, huh?" You said, pulling her inside the castle, your dresses meshing against eachother. "What is it?" You asked, taking her out to the garden. "Well.." she began, you took your seats at the small table centered with a bouquet of lilies. "The neighboring kingdom.." she began, your heart skipping the beat at the sound of it. "Y'know.. King Joel, princess Ellie.." you scoffed. "Some princess" you rolled your eyes. "No, but, listen!" Elisa waved her hands, "they're hosting a ball, every royal, andd towns people invited she exclaimed excitingly, her, herself just a wealthy towns person. "Oh, goodness," you paused, "in what honor?" You asked curiously, "Princess Ellie hasn't found someone to marry yet, Kind Joel's saying there hasn't been one perfect match since.." she trailed off. "Not surprised." You tucked your hair behind your ear. "What's it to do with me, though?"

"wanna come as my plus one? Just for fun! Of course" she asked overjoyed. "Elisa.. I don't know.. you know how things ended—" you said, resting your head on your hand. "Please! We'll stay away from her at all costs." She begged you. You pondered over the decision, looking for reasons you should and shouldn't be going before deciding it might've been fun. "Fine!" You said warmly, "but if anything goes wrong.."

"I know!" She smiled. "Alright," you agreed "it's tomorrow night, you might want to get ready" she said, getting up quickly. "Now I've got to go get prepped. I'll see you tomorrow?" She pushed in her chair. "Sure will, need me to see you out?" You asked. "Nope, all good, I've been here so many times I know the hallway like the back of my hand...... Sort of" she waved you off as a guard took her away. You stared into the distance, watching the geese and doves fly profusely over the sunset, suddenly feeling like going for a late night walk in the woods outside the town.

You found your way around the castle to your father, asking him for a dress fitting early tomorrow. Afterwards going onto put a long warm coat, white fluff fulfilments along the rim of the sleeves and hoodie, a moon stone as the button that clipped at the top. The coat itself a heavenly blue. You'd left the castle, quietly walking through the town, street lights flickering and the youngest little children running around in packs as their parents watched over them, curstying after you.

You watched the constellations ever so brightly in the sky, everyone of them dusted across the midnight blue, the sparkles of them vividly reminding you of Ellie's freckles, you subconsciously counted them the summers you met her. It made you sick. Moreso the thought of having to see her again rather than counting the freckles new every year. In some ways, you felt crushed by how you so easily could've moved on from the one you were ‘destined’ to marry, break it off, and still not have found love. It was like a curse, thinking of how in every universe, you hated her guts.

You're gaze softened at the lake you'd come to just through the forest , 2 swans tangled in eachothers embrace, their feathers white as snow, a heart lazily untangling as they swam side by side, neither one of them moving further apart than 3 inches from eachother. You sighed. Looking at the locket you'd owned since 15, it heart shaped, a swan engraved on it. "Oh how I love swans" you whispered. You made your way up to the castle a little more than an hour later, the moon fully above, it reflecting off of windows you stepped by.

Once you woke up in the morning, you'd gotten your dress fitting done, choosing a baby blue ball gown, the sleeves falling elegantly off the shoulders, lace and jewels falling across the corset of the dress, pearl necklaces to go with the locket you held so dearly, and glittery high heels. You'd gotten your hair done not far long after, your white and silky house coat sliding against your hair softly, the maid had put your hair in a half up-half down look, strands of hair still lazy left out, framing the shape of your face precisely the way you had liked it, she finished it off with a jeweled tiara matching your gown.

The day'd passed the sunset almost upon you, as you looked into the vanity in your room, your heart beating fast as you slipped on your gown, you maid behind you tightening your corset, tieing elegant bows, you adjusted your sleeves, "Miss, are you alright?" The maid asked, concern in her voice as she massaged your shoulders, watching as your gaze became saddened and saddened the more time went on. "Oh, no I'm fine.. Please, tell the guards to tell Elisa that I'll be down as soon as possible when she gets here." The maid left the room, you put on cherry red lipstick, focusing so quickly on making it perfect, you watched your lips move around blending it out to be softer. "I can't believe I'm doing this" you groaned, slipping on your heels gently, walking out to see Elisa in a bright pink dress, a boa slinking off her shoulders the radiant white fluff falling across her chest, diamonds hanging from her neck and ears. Her hair in a clean bun. "You ready to go?" She said, grabbing your arm as you walked up to her. "You look beautiful" you smiled. Dismissing the question. "Thank you" she blushed. "I was hoping I'd meet someone there tonight, it means a lot you think that" "no of course, I get it" you rubbed her arm with your thumb, circling in the same spot. You hoping you'd meet someone as well.

The carriage drove you through the dark night passing the same lake with the partnered swans, from the night before. "You looking to settle down?" you asked, hands resting on your lap. "I think so, I wanna have children so bad, and I need their future parent to treat them just as well as I would" she stared at her hands "all I really want is a family" the cold coming from her mouth. "I'm betting you'll meet someone amazing" you assured her. The trees swayed in the winds, your hair blowing along with the rhythm of it all, strolling through the ghost town that you'd remembered so full when your enemy wasn't foolishly inviting every person to exist to this horrid ball. You found yourselves at the gate. The castle lit and decorated with bright and gorgeous lanterns. You both thanked the guards.

You shivered walking to the big doors that's been open. Guards greeting every new person to have walked in. "They'll be here all night" you whispered to Elisa. "Sure will" she said, sorry for them.

You walked in the ball room, Elisa disappearing from your arm as soon as you did. "Typical" you sighed. Walking measly around the room, your gown brushing against the others. Feeling small in the crowd. You stood at the food table, eating the crab cakes like your last dinner, stuffing in two at a time before catching a glimpse of a tall build, her hair short, the same hairstyle as you, and her suit dark, a blue rose in her pocket. Talking to a few of the females, the freckles and eyebrow scar unmistakable. You're breath hitched, gulping down the remaining crab cakes, you felt faint, she looked so mature, her smile bright, yet her eyes hiding a subtle hint of pain you'd only notice if you'd known someone for years, regardless how much you hated them. Tucking the loose strand of hair behind her ear. Her eyes suddenly widening before you realized she'd seen you. "Shit" you muttered, she waved off the women excusing herself to walk towards you.

She stopped a few inches from you, averting her eyes from yours as she bowed, a gasp escaping your coated red lips. "Princess" her voice cracked. "Yes— uh, Princess... Ellie" you curtseyed. "You look... Beautiful" she breathed. Gently grabbing your hand to kiss it softly. "Thank you— Did you happen to hit your head or something" you pulled your hand away quickly away from her lips. "You're acting... Strange" you let out a breath you had no clue you'd been holding in for so long. "How so?" She raised a brow. "You're not acting like you hate my guts." You said. "Who said I didn't?" She crossed her arms. "What? So that's changed now cause I'm, ‘beautiful’?" You spat. " 'That such a bad reason?" She scrunched her nose subconsciously, wiping it with her hand. "Get your head out of the gutter Ellie." You stomped away, "fuck" she whispered.

You still unable to wrap your head around when she'd become so.. odd? You flew around the ball room, every 30 minutes seeing her eye you from across the room. As if some kind of snack, you began to feel creeped out, her whispers to an oh so grown up Dina always beginning after she saw your face. Soon you found her asking you to dance. "Ellie, if you're only going to like me because of my looks.. I don't want you to like me at all" you sighed, taking a step back. "Especially considering our history, I mean what is this? 15 years of constant torture and insults being thrown at me for it to just suddenly change? I can't do it Ellie, I really just can't" you said, turning around for a split second, before she hooked her slender hand around your forearm, the slow dance beginning as she pulled you into her, her hand firmly on your waist and the other holding your other hand just above your shoulders. You sighed, "Ellie —" annoyed. "What else?" You said, she held you close, deja vu hitting you like a carriage door, while she span you around the room, the crowd almost not there, you gazed deeply into her eyes. "What else?" She raised a brow confused. "Is beauty all that matter to you?" You asked, pained. "What? No—" she choked on her words. "That's not—"

"Then what else?" You grip on her hand tightening significantly. "I don't know— I mean—" she bit her bottom lip. "No Ellie— save it." You stopped her. "You don't get to do that" you darted your eyes at her, the hatred building up with every step you took, you began to feel frustrated. "Do what?!" She raised her voice ever so slightly, no one heard over the band. "You don't get to like me because I'm fucking attractive now to you. That's just not fair." Before you could react, she grabbed your arm painfully, pulling you of the crowd of people, she dragged you down the hall, unable to free from her grip, you tripped over your gown. "Ellie what the hell!!" You cried, playing with her hand to get you off just before you'd got thrown into the tea room you'd remembered not to fondly, she locked the doors. "Ellie open that goddam door—"

"Would you just listen to me?!" She yelled, you quickly walked up to her, stumbling over your heels as you grabbed the collar of her suit, the blue rose falling from it. "You don't get to have me listen to you! Ellie, I hate you! And you threw this ball so you could find a wife, I am not going to play that roll again, just becau—"

She threw you onto the couch, your big dress wrinkling against it as she pinned you down, her arms caging your head from escape like an animal. You let a gasp escape your mouth. Your heels falling off of your feet in the uncomfortable position. "It's not because of your fucking looks! Y/n!" She confessed. Her one arm falling to her side. "It's the fucking history" her lips trembled. "We spent our whole lives together knowing one day all thats around us would be ours to rule, together." she said. "You know my worst fears, goddamn it, and you threw it away just like that." Your breath hitched. "And I know everything there is to know about you, whether I hate you or not." Her arms at your hips now, subconsciously caging you in again. "Those two years I didn't see you, I thought I missed messing with your fuckin' head and flaring your anger up like I was those 15 years, but I really just missed seeing the one person I spent every summer with up until I turned 18" you felt offended, her back handed compliments confusing you. You sat up warily, watching her gaze turn to guilt as you propped your elbow up against the head of the couch. "What the fuck" you breathed. Her face just inches apart from yours that you could feel her heavy breaths up against your lips. "Ellie—" you groaned. "So what are you saying? You're in love with me? After all that?" You scoffed in disbelief. "Yes!" She cried. Your heart pounded at your chest, the warmth between you suddenly growing hotter. You couldn't understand anything, grasp the situation at hand before you reached your hand up to her cheek, cupping it softly before connecting your lips that were inches apart just a few mere seconds ago. You roughly bit down on her lip, the sexual tension flying off the walls. "What're you doing?" She muffled a moan into the kiss, surprised as she gripped your hips. "Fuck you" you whispered, shoving your tongue in her mouth exploring every inch of her as she delicately whined, her embrace tightening. You lazily pushed her down, hovering above her, "all that shit just for this" you breathed, hooking your lips onto her soft freckled skin, leaving a wet trail across her neck, while you undid her button up, the sounds of her heavy breaths and sighs filling up the room, you sucked at her skin. "Fuck" she whined. Messily gripping a handful of your hair as the sticky path of saliva continued down her collar bone, stationd between her breasts. You abruptly stopped, struggling to undo the bows of your corset. Ellie looked up to you with pleading eyes, "lemme—" she heaved, flipping you over, your clothed ass up on her crotch while you held your hair to your shoulder, her fingers unintertwining the ribbons. You sat on your knees, she trailed kisses down the back of your neck, each and every one rougher than the last, your dress slipping off by the second before she threw it to the ground leaving you with only your panties left. "Shit" she whispered as you turned over, pulling her in desperatly, tugging at her lips between your front teeth. "You're so beautiful" she admittedly whispered between breaks. "Thank you" you, you smirked against her lips. You sat on her lap, sucking at her tongue, her hands roaming your body entirely, she played with your boobs, all the thoughts leaving your mind as you threw your head back. "Fuck, Ellie" you moaned. Her wet kisses filling the room with sinful noises.

Her tongue flicked at your hard bud, it only standing more as she sucked at it, toying with the other one while she still squeezed your plush hips.

"I need you" her lips meeting your stomach, butterflies in your lower abdomen began to scour, the heat between your legs only growing stronger as she praised you, worshipping your body like a goddess. "Why are you like this" your jaw dropped, her hands suddenly palming you through your panties, already soaking, moans escaping from your red stained lips, that matched the pair all over Ellie's neck and jaw.

"Lay down" she demanded, squeezing your ass cheek. You immediately layed yourself beside her, her head stationed between your legs as she looked up at you hungrily, a face you'd never seen her make at you before, she kissed the inside of your thighs, biting at them like dessert as her fingers gently rubbed at your throbbing pussy, your panties still unmoving, "mmh~" you muffled, the hickys between your legs butterfly shaped, she continued to rub at your sweet spot, playing with the tangles in your hair as she kissed you softly. Your heart collapsed in on itself, the gentleness something youd never experienced before. "You're being so... So sweet" you heaved into the kiss, staining her lips in lipstick as she rubbed faster. "You deserve it" she smirked against the kiss, leaving more around the rest of your face. The ball room music faintly heard from outside, your mouth formed an ‘O’ as she lowered her head again. Your conversations severly uncoordinated, responding to questions with only moans and whines. She slipped off your panties, only lowering them as far as your knees, "I'm gonna make you never want to leave this room" she kissed your hickey covered thigh again, before nuzzling your clit with her tongue, you flinched at the contact, an overwhelming pleasure washing over you as your legs shaked, leaving her holding your hips down. You felt your walls tighten, she swirled her tongue, every muscle causing you to tense up, her tongue only deepening. "Oh god—" you reclined back, her teeth softly nipping your pussy. "Feel good, princess?" She said. Rubbing your inner thigh reassuringly as she suckled "fuck, yes, Ellie" you whined. The pressure in your stomach building up, "I'm so... Fuck—!!" She slid against your walls, you cupped her hair, thrusting your hips into her tongue, desperately wanting to release the knot. Your wet folds quivering. "Please, Ellie—" you begged, vibrating underneath her touch. She fingered your clit, eating you out both at once. "Ellie, Ellie, Ellie, Ellie!!" You cried you repeated her name like a god. Giving into your pleasurous desires, the creamy white substance leaking down your thigh "shit!" You cried, all she did praising you through your orgasm, just for her fingers to not lift off once. Still her slender fingers pounding inside of you quickly, the slaps of skin filling the room like paddy-cake.

She sat you on her lap again, grinding your hips over her hand, having you ride her as she moved your waist herself, you too weak, for your second orgasm to wash over you, the couch damp in your liquids. "You're doing so good" she whispered, your fingers digging into her skin like daggers. Your heavy breaths drawn over the music. You came again. Your head falling into her shoulder, she tucked the strands of messy hair off your face, tears staining your Rosey cheeks, and her clothes stained in your cum.

"Oh god.."

PART 2?

I got so lazy towards the end out of fear people would get impatient!! Especially since I promised to post yesterday!! Either way, I will edit eventually if people want me too! I'll be posting part to in the next few days! <33

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living as shan yu's prisioner/bride would include

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synopsis: After the initial fear and distrust, you undertood that you only had one choice: adapt. And, going against everything you knew about yourself and the world, you discovered that it weren't that hard. That Shan Yu wasn't that horrible.

warnings: female!reader. shan yu (that's my wife. yeah, i decided that 30 seconds after meeting her. she's my soulmate, idiot) x reader (slow down, big boy, i have standarts. oh. you gave me a horse. you're kinda of reaching them). mentruation because i'm a whore for domesticity in moments of vulnerability. violence. not that dark. it's kinda about the first steps of falling in love when your logic says you're not supossed to. in this house we hate the misogynist version of Shan Yu in Mulan (2020).

note: that happened right before the end of this. hope y'all like it!

• You felt guilty. So dirty. How could you feel that way about it? But it didn't matter how many times you told yourself that you shouldn't feel that way, you did it anyway. A heart feels whatever it wants. And yours feel free.

• That's something special about feeling the air against your body, the speed of your horse, the world moving on with you. Not despise you, not without, but with you. And it felt so good. Like it was supossed to be that way.

• When Shan Yu gave you a sorrel, he knew you wouldn't try to run away. Quickly after meeting him you knew you couldn't. It would be impossible for you to escape the Huns. And even if you did: then what would you do? Who would be able to help you? You knew that you couldn't, but Shan Yu also didn't gave you a reason to try.

• Yes, he kidnapped you. That is reason enough for you to at least try. But Shan Yu said he would make you his Empress. Endless times. He talked about how you'll reign beside him. You have classes about war, history, economy. The other Huns treat you like you had spend your lifetime with them. He'll make you his Empress. If he win the war, of course. And he promissed that you'll see your family again after the war.

• Shan Yu made clear that he wants your heart. He won't touch you, not without your consent first, but you're his bride. He made sure everyone knew that. You're his. His bride, his future wife, his mate. You don't know how anyone could fall in love that quickly. You believe him, Shan Yu have no reason to lie, you just don't get it. It may be that easy to him, but it isn't for you.

• You would never chose to be close to him if things were normal. The leader of the Hun army, an enemy of the Emperor, his fame precedes him. But things aren't normal, are they? You don't love Shan Yu, but you certainly don't hate him. And sometimes you think that he would be nice as a friend. Someone that would be easy to be around.

You were freaking out. You woke up in pain, and it took you a second to figure out what was that warm feeling in between your tights. Tears were rolling down your face when Shan Yu suddenly moved on his bed.

"Are you hurt?" You don't know how he did it that quickly, but when you looked at him Shan Yu had his sword on his hand. That man was ready to kill someone. The moonlit made it easy for you to see him, which means he could also see you. That made you feel so embarrassed. "Why are you crying?"

"Look away!" You shouted. Shan Yu almost did as you demanded, but he couldn't just ignore your tears. You tried to grab the bed sheets, but your sleep weaked your movements. "Just go back to your bed and leave me alone."

Shan Yu approached, and then he understood. He's experienced in the battlefield. Shan Yu would be able to recognized blood even if blind. "I will prepare a bath for you. It will help cease the pain."

"Stop", you could feel your body getting so warm. "Just leave me alone. I'm embarrassed enough."

Shan Yu sighed. "Embarrassed of what?" You pointed to the sheets. "Do you think that's the first time I see blood? Are you afraid I will faint?"

That made you chuckle. "No."

"I will prepare a bath for you." Shan Yu walked towards the bathroom. "Just sit down and wait."

That's what you did.

• Shan Yu isn't violent. Not to you. You fought his men, screamed at him, called him a liar: he never reacted. And he can be somehow kind when he wants to. You can sense that he's always checking if everything is okay with you. And he can be fun. In a weird, little bit off, kinda of way.

• Like how Shan Yu knows when he's better than someone and just let them dig their own graves. It isn't him being patient, coward or anything else: this is Shan Yu having fun. He likes the chase. You heard countless people calling him a monster, but you disagree. He's a predator.

• Fun. In a way that you don't really understand. And you would never say this out loud, not even under torture, but you feel that life would be easier with him. Or at least it wouldn't be the worst thing ever to stay beside him.

• Shan Yu isn't violent, has a good sense of humor, somehow respects you. Money would never be a problem. Even during a war, Shan Yu gave you clothes to fill countless wardrobes. And with him you're safe. You knew his fame, and now you know it fits him.

• It's nice to not worry about marriage. There is no family talking about how you should've already married to someone. There is no such a thing as spending sleepless nights thinking about what would happen to you if your father die before you can find someone. You don't worry about this anymore.

• So, yeah, somehow you enjoy that situation. Not love, and you certainly didn't dream with having that type of life, but you found yourself enjoying your time with the Huns. Your time with Shan Yu.

"You know that you don't need to run everytime, do you?" Shan Yu asked, scaring you. You didn't expect him to be behind you. You didn't even heard him approaching. Before looking at his direction, you could see that constant smirk on his face. "Horses are able to trot."

As usual, when you got the chance you ran with your sorrel, you did it. Feeling the air against you, a type of freedom you never experienced before. Exhausted, you waited for them to reach you.

For him to reach you.

Shan Yu grabbed your sorrel's rein, guiding him. You let him do it. Your body was already tired. Unlike him, you're not accustomed to ride for so long. And you could go to your carriage, Shan Yu wouldn't said no to you, but you know why he gave you that sorrel.

Before his gift, he led the army mounted on his horse while you stayed inside the carriage. Now, you can ride with him if you want to.

"Maybe I'm trying to runaway," if you know him well enough to understand the way his humor works, then he better understand yours. "Smarten up, big boy."

But you think there is another reason for that present. A thing that you noticed a while ago. The way he lighten up when someone mentions that you can fight. Or when you share your opinion, regardless if it's what he wants to hear. Shan Yu likes to see you fearless. He likes when you talk back. When you make sure everyone heard what you have to say.

"It's a joke," you told him. "I'm not planning on running away."

"Why?" Shan Yu said so calmly, but you could hear it was a honest doubt.

You also thought about it before. Why didn't you run away? Okay, using your logic you understood it wouldn't work out, but somethings aren't about logic. Humans don't usually do things only because of logic. Why your emotions didn't made you try everything you could? Why didn't you at least tried to runaway from him?

"I hope to never see a matchmaker again."

That made Shan Tu buffaw. "Alright," he nodded with his head. "It's a promise: you'll never see a matchmaker again in your life."

"Watch out," you smiled at him. "I may fall for your pretty promises."

"I'm counting on it."

• Things weren't perfect. Of course they weren't. But that feast was the last straw. There are some lines Shan Yu can't cross without you reacting. There are things that not even your logic can ignore. Things that made your heart decide to act. And of course it included him being violent. You should've know.

• All night long, you could feel his eyes on you. Those yellow eyes, following your steps like if you were a prey, would never go unnotice by you. Not even the loud music of the feast, the amounts of alcohol you drank, the way your feet were already aching because you danced for so long: you could feel Shan Yu watching you.

• You know he wants to join you. To dance with you, to hold you, to have you. You know that. But Shan Yu promised he would only touch you after you decided that you want him to do it. And you didn't say anything. You didn't try anything. You did not gave him permission, so he only watchs.

• At some moment, when it was already midnight, you fell. It wasn't anything important. It didn't hurt you. It was more embarrassing than anything else, but you were drunk enough to not care about it.

• Someone helped you getting on your feet again. Just a kind hand for you to hold on until you were sure you wouldn't fall again. For a second, you forgot about his eyes on you. You just hugged whoever helped you in a way to show your drunkness gratitude. And that was when Shan Yu made sure everyone knew he was still there.

• Shan Yu is quickly. Your mind, lacking sobriety, almost didn't record him moving towards you. You just noticed what was happening when Shan Yu hold the man by his throat, pulling him away from the floor. You knew he was scary, dangerous, cruel. You knew that. But you never saw it. You never saw how his eyes can burn others. You knew who Shan Yu was, but you never saw it.

• The poor man were turning blue on his head, barely able to struggle against the strong hold on his neck, trying to say something. Trying to say he was sorry. You were frozen in place, almost convincing yourself that it was all a nightmare, until Shan Yu dropped the man on the floor. He coughed, trying to breath again while thanking Shan Yu.

Shan Yu looked at every single person on the feast. Every single one. "No one touch what's mine."

Shan Yu wasn't only punishing him, but teaching everyone around him a lesson. And you can't deny, he was a great teacher. Everyone seem to understand. Everyone seem scared enough to never go against him.

But when Shan Yu looked at you, he didn't saw your usual challeging gaze. He didn't saw joy, or tiredness, or surprise. He didn't saw fear. When Shan Yu looked into your eyes, all he saw was disgust.

Your gaze alone made something itch inside him. But your words cut his soul in places he didn't even knew existed.

"You will never touch me," you whispered, only for him to hear. "I will never love you back. Hurt whoever you want, hurt me if you desire, you will never have me."

You told Shan Yu to smarten up. At the time it was only a joke. But now, after seeing how cruel he can be and hearing what he had to say, you changed your mind. Your heart feel smaller. You won't stay here for long.

Without giving him a chance to reply, you turned your back on him and walked towards your carriage. You stood there until you were sure no one had followed you. You put on your boots, grabbed a bag with food and water, and went to the stable.

You were lucky. Everyone was at the feast, which means no one was there to see you riding your sorrel. Which means no one was there to see you running away. Which means your carriage was empty when Shan Yu went there looking for you.

You knew the path you need to follow. Your could hear the river, you saw the birds flying north, all you need to do was to be faster than the Huns. And you're almost sure that they're all drunk.

At some point, maybe twenty minutes after you exit the stable, you heard another horse. You couldn't see it, but you knew it was Shan Yu. That scared you, made you shiver, but you didn't stop. You just went faster and faster.

Shan Yu is strong, but he's too strong. His horse wouldn't be able to compete with your sorrel. He can try, but you know for sure that your sorrel needs to worry about less weight.

He was close. But not close enough.

You don't know for how long you tried to make him struggle, but at some point it started raining. It was harder to see the path, you were shivering, and the ground turned muddy. You tried, you really tried, but nothing can control a horse's response to thunders.

You almost fell when he jumped, your hands burned holding the rein. You weren't so lucky the next time. When you collapsed on the floor, you felt like all the air in your lungs had imploded. You tried to move, the rain falling on your face kept you awake, but you couldn't stand. It burned.

And that gave Shan Yu exactly what he needed: time.

When another thunder came, you rolled to the side so your sorrel wouldn't step on you. You crawled on the ground, holding your head as if it would fall from your neck, and struggle to stand up. It hurts, it burns, but you're stronger. It felt like it was impossible, but you stand where once you fell.

It was hard to control your tears, and even harder to deal with the pain on your chest. You tried to hold your sorrel by its head, but he was so scared. You didn't stop trying to calm him down, but then you heard.

Shan Yu reached you. There he is, so close and yet so far away. Riding his own scared horse, rain dripping on his skin and marking his clothes. He wasn't wearing his usual fur. No. Shan Yu was still using the clothes for the feast.

That made you think less of him. You prepared. You have food, water, maps. And he just took a horse and went to search for you? Why would he act so unprepared?

With thunders ecchoing on your ears and pain spreading along your chest, the right answer didn't even passes through your head. Why Shan Yu was unprepared to the cold, to the rain, to the chase: because he was scared. He was scared that one second he wasted not looking for you would be the second that would separe you both forever. Because Shan Yu was scared. So scared.

"I won't stop trying," you shouted at him. It was so dificult to find strenght to say things, but you did it anyway. Screw it. Don't matter what he does, you will keep trying to flee away from him.

"Don't be stupid." Shan Yu jumped from the horse. You could hear the tiredness on his voice. He also sttrugled with his breath. "Are you trying to kill yourself? What would you do? Keep riding in the rain, waiting until the cold took your body?"

"I would rather die than live as your object!" You tried to mount your horse again, but he keep moving away from you. He was so scared. You caressed his fur, trying to make him stop. "For once, be honest with yourself. Face the truth. You don't love me. You won't have a happily ever after with me like in a old fairytail. I'm just someone you saw naked once. I'm not a person for you. I'm something that only you can consume."

Shan Yu walked towards you, but you moved away. He was trying so hard to be calm. All he wanted to do was took you on his arms, put you on his shoulder and walk you home. Home. There you could scream for how long you wanted. You could speak, he would hear, and things will change. He sighed. "That's not the truth and you know that."

"Do I? Because that is all I know. You saw me naked and now you do anything you can to make me let you fuck me. A person touch me and you almost killed him! Why won't you get over it? Find someone else!"

Then Shan Yu realized that no, you didn't know. You really didn't understand? How could you? He said to you so many times. Shan Yu made sure that you would see it, but you didn't. "I love you," Shan Yu didn't know what else could make you understand that. "I won't find someone else, because you are the one. We are meant to be. This isn't about your body. This isn't about your touch. All I do is to make you see it. To make you want to be mine."

You just glared at him, trying to understand what your mind wanted. Trying to understand him. "But why? Why do you feel this way about me?"

"Because you're like me."

"No. I'm not," you didn't move this time when he stepped closer. "I'm nothing like you."

"You want more of life," Shan Yu stood right in front of you. "You don't want to go back to a dead village, to go through the same day again and again, to no be remembered. I know you want more. You want to see the world. You want to feel free. It's your time to be honest with yourself. Face the truth. You want more."

Shan Yu wanted you to agree. He wanted you to say he was right, that you want more, that you want him. But he thought you would scream at him, push him away, declare your hate for him. He didn't imagined you would cry.

"I don't," Shan Yu stopped. He didn't knew what to say. He didn't want you to cry. He didn't want you to react this way. "Please, don't cry. Everything will be alright."

"I'm tired," you whispered. "Im in pain, I'm scared, and I don't know what I want. I don't know what to do."

"You're hurt?"

You nodded. "I fell."

Shan Yu sighed. How he wanted to just touch you. Hold you in his arms. Clean the trace of tears on your face. See where you hurted yourself. "We will come back to our carriage, we'll eat and rest. And when you're fine, you can decide If you go back home."

It was so dumb. So stupid. You could help but laugh, almost forgeting the tears. "And you would let me go if I want to?"

"I want to feel your love, not to see your disgust." Shan Yu sighed. "If you want to go, you can. But when i defeat the Emperor, when China became mine, I'll come back to you. And then I'll ask you once more if you want to be mine."

"You promise?" You didn't knew what to think about this.

"I do," Shan Yu answered. "Sadly, I do."

• That was the first night of a thunderstorm that lasted days. That was the first night of a thunderstorm that would make Shan Yu fall. That was the first night of a thunderstorm that would change your mind.

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hii! what kind of alpha do you think katherine would be and how she acts towards her omega? <3

A/n: omg Hiiiii!! I see u in my notifs alot 😄

Katherine Pierce as your alpha Headcannon

Character: katherin pierce nèe katerina patrova (The vampire diaries universe)

Reader type: G/n, omega, afab

Warning/notes: SFW & NSFW themes, nsfw stuff will be under the cut, MINORS DNI, OMEGAVERSE AU, true mates (soulmates)

Getting together (sfw)

- okay so this girl didnt know what to do when she caught feeling

- ofc she wants to jus pull u into her arms and hold u forever

- BUT

- shes under the impression u hate her along with the rest of ur friends (the mystic gang)

- and many supernaturals tbf girlie got some enemys

- also why shes unsure

- the last thing she wants is to hurt u or be why u r hurt

- your her fragile little human at the end of the day

- she confesses when shes trapped in the tomb (season 2) and a little whoozie from not having blood in her system

- elena pushed u in for her to feed on u in exchange for information about the originals

- she was 75% sure kat wouldnt kill u

- still kinda a dick move tho 😒

- kat imediatly feeds on u sinking her fangs into ur neck

- after a few mouthfuls her senses kick in

- her eyes go wide AFFFFFF

- from ur scent she can tell ur her true mate

- whimpers as she pulls away

- feeding u her blood for ur wound as she holds u closer

- knows now that she cant leg u go or ignore her feeling bc ur destined for eachother

- glares at elena

- elena is like ????

- “i gave u blood now u give me answers”

- que kat picking u up and speeding to the centre of the tomb

- she kisses ur healed neck softly as an apology

-“u should get better friends”

- “she didnt bite into my neck and almost kill me katerina”

- 😳😒 “i object to the first part, but say my name again?”

- “Katerina~”

- girlie is jus 😳 bc she loves how her name sounds on your tongue

- she shyly asks if she can kiss u

- you smirk at her and say youll give her a kiss everytime she tells u something about klaus and why elenas in danger

- pouty huffy baby but will agree.

- u gave her MANY kisses

- made u sit in her lap tho

General relationship hcs (sfw)

- PROTECTIVE

- she sees everyone and everything as a threat

- an unfortunate side affect from running for 500 years

- JEALOUS AF

- wants ur undivided and devoted attention 24/7

- she doesnt share whats hers

- so so so sooooo many kisses

- hugs hugs hugs

- your chair is her lap

- no arguments

- you will sit there with her arms round u as she kisses ur face and neck

- FEEDING ON YOU (if ur okay with that)

- your blood is the sweetest shes ever tasted

- shes sure its a mate thing bc u taste so divine

- loves jus having u on her lap sharing soft kisses

- trailing her kisses to ur neck and around ur mate mark

- kissing to your shoulder and sinking her fangs in

- rubbing ur back when u whine in pain

- drinking from u eyes closed and moaning in delight

- pulling away gently and kissing you

- biting into her lip till it bleeds into the kiss so u take her blood to heal urself

- did i mention cuddles?

- this a touch starved baby

- wants u in her arms all the time

- KISSES

- head kisses

- nose kisses

- cheek kisses

- any type of kisses and shes a soft soft baby

- insecure of your love sometimes

- questions why ur with a monster like her

- u jus tell her how much u love her and how perfect she is

- speaking of love

- when u told her you loved her she jus

- 🥺 “why?”

- </3333

NSFW

- OH UR FUCKEEEED

- shes rough

- R O U G H

- this girl will fuck u into a coma on a soft day

- choking

- spanking

- clit spanks / pinches

- nipple pulling / pinching

- marking (biting, scratches, bruises)

- ties u up

- owns a leg spreader but hardly uses it bc u cant out power her

- breeding press is her go to

- having u on ur back under her

- knees pushed to ur chest

- wrists tied to the headboard

- pussy spread wide for her

- her dick fucking hard fast and deep

- balls practically spanking ur ass and pussy as they hit u with ever thrust

- her hands propping her up

- hammering her hips into u

- biting and kissing at your neck, jaw, shoulders and chest

- occasionally feeding

- kissing u and sucking on ur tongue

- degrading u

- praising u

- calls u her little cock slut, cum dump, dirty whore etc

- fills u with 4-7 loads before popping her knot

- rubs ur clit till her knot goes down

- then she’ll pull out and round 2 starts 😉

AFTERCARE

- shushes ur whines as she pulls out of u

- kisses every mark on ur body so sofly

- praising u as she does

- soft soft touches and kisses

- speeds out to start a bath running

- uses every fancy and extortionately priced bathing product

- scoops u up and and places u on the sink counter

- kissing your head with a coo at the whine of how cold it is against ur bruised ass

- speeds off to change the sheets in vamp speed

- comes back and kisses you softly as she pulls u into her arms as she leans to flick the water off

- climbing into the bath with u

- setting u on her lap as she leans against the side of the bath

- your back against her chest

- slowly and gently washes u as u fall in and out of sleep

- the heat of the bath and all the relaxing products lulling u to sleep

- holding you until the water runs cold

- gently getting out with u in her arms and setting u onto the towel she placed atop the bed

- towelling u dry so soft and gentle as to not wake you

- picking you up and placing you under the covers

- getting in after you and pulling u into her arms softly nuzzling into your neck

A/n: I LOVE HER SM 🥹🥹

[insoukokuhell-434]

Soukoku Fic Rec - FLUFF :]

The format I’m using is:

Title - writer (ao3 link) Fic length Time period (teen/mafia skk, 22! Skk, all ages) Additional tags (Tags in bold added by me for extra info) TW

Some fics have parts of the summary/ comments added for additional info

30 Kisses - setosdarkness

19.2k ALL AGES - AU AU - Modern: No Powers, Childhood Friends, High School, College/University Fluff and Humor, Developing Relationship, Getting together, Poet Chuuya, Port Mafia Boss Dazai, skk's unconventional mating rituals, Ficlet Collection, 30 kisses challenge

From summary: "30 kisses between Dazai and Chuuya, starting from highschool, all the way to adulthood.

It starts when Dazai steals Chuuya's first kiss and Chuuya convinces himself it's just how alien mackerels greet each other…"

it must be because i love you - communist_sasuke

5k MAFIA SKK (15, SB), 22 SKK Mutual Pining, Love Confessions, Falling In Love, Fluff and Humor, Dazai is Whipped, Developing Relationship, Post-Corruption Ability Use, First kiss

From summary: "(Or: A series of incidents in which Dazai and Chuuya can't gather their thoughts around each other, and a couple of clues as to why.)"

Chuuya Nakahara's Guide to Winning Gay Chicken - Zombiemarker

9k ALL AGES Gay chicken, canon compliant, they're both idiots, Kouyou is the best

From tags: World's longest running game of gay chicken, because they're both emotionally stunted teenagers who are far too competitive for their own good, at least it works out for them

Happily (n)Ever After - Memos

14k  22 SKK + flashbacks Romantic Comedy, Light Angst, Bad Decisions, Alcohol, Suggestive Themes, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Assault With Flowers, Don't Be Like SKK Kids, Drunk marriage, Reconciliation

Twin Flame - insi 

10.2k 22 SKK Soulmate AU, Dazai is Bad at Feelings, Chuuya is Bad at Feelings, Non-Sexual Intimacy, It's okay they're working on it, Ambiguous Relationships, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Light angst

Summary: Soukoku go through a soulmate au speed run

A chance to start again - Root (Fyki)

4.4k 22 SKK Mutual Pining, Getting Together, First Kiss, Fluff, Introspection, they work they shit out

Without Words - StarshipDancer 

11.5k 22 SKK Caring Chuuya, Domestic Fluff, Light Angst, Getting Together, Moving In Together, Literal Sleeping Together, Cuddling & Snuggling, video game references, sticky notes, Love Confessions, Idiots in Love, Soft skk, skk’s Unconventional Mating Rituals, 5+1 Things TW - Dazai-Typical Suicide Mentions 

The Only Present Worth Having - StarshipDancer 

3.5k 22 SKK Birthday Fluff, Arcades, Flowers Language of Flowers, Getting Back Together, Soft skk, Implied Sexual Content

castles out of couches - halfbloom (diphylleias)

14k >22 SKK Established Relationship, Living Together, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Light Angst, Snippets, No Plot/Plotless, cute cohabitation chronicles, Implied Sexual Content, Healing

partners -  setosdarkness

39.6k ALL AGES Canon Timeline + Post-Canon Slow Burn, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Mutual Pining, oblivious to love, Idiots in Love, Enemies to Friends to Lovers Wedding Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Cuddling & Snuggling, Literal Sleeping Together, Breakfast in Bed, Stuck in the Rain, Moving In Together, Food Fight, Marriage Proposal, Actual Marriage (LOL), Crossdressing(the origin of ojou-sama chuuya)

From tags:

"they go to wedding fairs because they're broke": the fic

"dazai tricks chuuya to signing the marriage register": the fic

"soukoku is married since day 1": the fic

"chuuya overreacts to dazai possibly getting injured": the fic

Wet Bandages - StarshipDancer

3.7k 22 SKK Domestic Fluff, Literal Sleeping Together, Morning Cuddles, Couch Cuddles, Established Relationship, Idiots in Love, Fluff and Angst, Implied Sexual Content, Caring Chuuya , Soft skk, POV Chuuya

A Night In - StarshipDancer

4.3k 22 SKK Domestic Fluff, Light Angst, Surprises, Valentine's Day, Established Relationship, Soft skk, Idiots in Love, POV Chuuya

Moving Pains - cactusnamedbob

1.9k 22 SKK ADA Chuuya, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Literal Sleeping Together, Sleepy Kisses

realizations in a shared hotel room - setosdarkness

4.6k 22 (Post-Canon) this is a "soukoku gets quarantined together" fic, Fluff and Humor, Sharing a Bed, Feelings Realization, Protectiveness, Domestic Bliss

Only for You - StormDew2

9.9k MAFIA SKK (post 15) Literal Sleeping Together, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Kissing, First Kiss, chuuya gets banned from drinking so dazai gets him some wine, Underage Drinking, Light angst

A Game of Honesty - StarshipDancer

3.1k 22 SKK Established skk, Domestic Fluff, Literal Sleeping Together, Lazy Mornings, Teasing, Sleepy Kisses,  Idiots in Love, soft skk, POV Dazai    

for the rest of the hour - photography_tea

1.3k 22 SKK in bed thoughts and fluff, Because They Deserve To Be Happy Dammit, reference to dead apple

Please like/reblog if this helped u find a fic, I'd be delighted to know asjsj <3

I haven't included many "literal sleeping together" fluff fics , check out this list if you want some of those :]

Soukoku Fic Rec Masterlist

[thoughts-and-gayers]

soulmates doesnt mean "we're born with the same birthmark"

soulmates doesnt mean "i feel it every time you get hurt"

soulmates doesnt mean "my eyes changed color to match yours on my 18th birthday"

soulmates means we are destined to find each other. again and again. no matter the universe. no matter the circumstances.

we'll defend each other on the battlefield, back to back, swords clanging and i hear a sickening squelch as you fall to your knees.

we'll meet in a coffee shop, you take my order and i can't help but blush as your smile lights up the room.

we'll hold each other in the darkness as the oxygen in the space station runs out, my breathing hitches and you close your eyes.

we'll be born centuries apart, you'll find my biography and your breath will catch, your heart will speed up.

we'll be in the same discord server, sharing ship names for our favorite characters and then for each other, swapping memes.

we'll be college roommates complaining about a teacher, and you'll show me your guitar and teach me to play.

we'll be sworn enemies, my dagger will plunge into your heart and i'll feel the pain in my own at what i've just lost.

we will always find each other. if i am me and you are you, recognizable at all, existing at all. i will find you. you will find me. i will feel you in my soul without realizing it and the strings of the universe will bring me to you because that is what is meant to be.

because we are meant to be together.

because we are soulmates.

[underforeversgrace]

healing the wounds we hid - 7

title: healing the wounds we hid

Finally, the sequel to broken trust and the wounds hidden behind! (Refresh here on AO3 or here on Tumblr)

Story Summary: Now that his father knows, Danny's life is changing for the better. Jack encourages him to let his friends and the rest of the family into his small word. Unbeknownst to Danny, Jack is secretly worried about how Maddie will react to the news upon her return to Amity - and how to confront Vlad once Jack learns his true identity. Amidst it all, an enemy lurks and plots their revenge.

Chapter 7 of 11: Confronting You

AO3

Tumblr Chapter One

(Tumblr Chapter Eight will be here)

~~~~~~

From far away, in the Infinite Realms, the Master of Time watched the threads of Fate circle around each other, dancing eternally, snapping and reforming and changing as decisions changed and weaved.

He watched as war averted itself merely because a barista filled an order for decaf by mistake, rendering a commander too tired to get angry at what other nations were doing. The others who wanted war stayed silent without his approval.

He watched as the apocalypse failed to happen because a man didn’t signal properly as he changed lanes, getting into a wreck that would keep him from getting into the mood with his wife later and rearing a child that would’ve had the powers and rage of a vengeful god.

He watched as a little girl squealed as she ran towards the road after her ball, getting the attention of her large dog, who chased her and managed to grab at the back of her dress, jerking her out of the way of a speeding car and avoiding tragedy.

Some of his favorites he watched on repeat - he did so love when small things created a domino effect, so many cogs and moving parts that very few forms of life were sentient enough to follow the chain. 

A depressed teenager with desires of death in their fingertips stumbling, allowing them to hear the cries of a hurt cat, both their lives now saved. That teen, handing out two meals to the wrong people, allowing two soulmates to find each other and build a life together. One husband distracting the other while he tried leave work, causing him to run late and get into a (non-fatal) accident when he was in the blind spot of someone who failed to use their blinker, the same man from earlier who would have caused the world to end if he’d made it home to his wife.

He watched all of it with an idle interest, everything from the banal decisions which caused a woman to run five minutes late to work to the choices of galaxy altering proportions, that fueled stars to premature supernova, that burned suns into early collapse.

As he turned his gaze to more interesting topics, however, he frowned.

He had not seen this coming.

In so many millennia of never-living, he had never not seen something coming. He was all-knowing, all-encompassing, he was a constant of the universe which rooted itself into him, he was a pillar of existence.

Yet as young Daniel Fenton fell in love with his best friend, Clockwork frowned. He was glad his unofficial, self-appointed grandson had found love, he was. He was most decidedly unhappy, however, that he hadn’t seen it. It was a plot twist, something he was not used to and that he did not know what it meant. How could he not see it?

Scowling, the Ancient pressed his palm to the viewpoint’s faux glass, focusing on the threads of time wrapped around Daniel’s life. An unfamiliar feeling slammed into his very core as his eyes widened. He had to force the viewpoint to show him the scene, had to focus on it in a way he never had before.

He realized it was shock he felt as he watched the strings of choice build into a future he had never before seen, as he had to continue pouring his energy into watching Time as something kept trying to wrest control from him, keep him from viewing that which was rightfully his.

Oh, no, Clockwork thought as the scene, the likely futures, finally played before him as his power overcame whoever was trying to interfere with his Sight.

He growled, a deep rumble in his core that vibrated the ectoplasmic air around him, throwing out his staff to form a portal. Power crackled around him as the Ancient raged, slamming open the doors to the Observant’s Meeting Hall, interrupting them from whatever conversation that he could not find himself to care about.

“Clockwork? What is the meaning -“ One of the Elder Observants started.

“You dare interfere with me? With my Sight, my very core?” Clockwork interrupted, venom in his voice.

Several of the Observants stilled as they felt Clockwork’s power wrap around them, binding them, his anger burning them.

“Clockwork, cease this at once!” The Head Observant yelled, flying down from her podium and hovering in front of the Ancient. “We have a deal and have since Pariah’s fall. You work for us.”

“I work with you,” Clockwork seethed. “My core is sacred, you do not get to use the old magicks to place limitations on me.”

“Is this about your core, Watcher? Or is it because of what we blocked you from seeing?” She asked, braver than her brethren, who continued to be cowed by Clockwork’s unrestrained power.

“Of course it’s about my core,” Clockwork responded coldly. “Though I also do not appreciate you hiding such events from my view.”

“The boy’s a weakness to you, Watcher,” she answered, uncaring of the way he scowled. Clockwork was so much more than a mere Watcher, just another observer of Time. He was Time, he was the seconds and he was the eons, he was the passage of eternity. And they tried to reduce him to merely a passive viewer.

“No, he is not,” he answered, though even he knew it was a lie. At some point, he'd come to care for the halfa. And what he’d just seen had him worried, another feeling he’d never had before, because now he knew Daniel’s future was no longer one he could define as clearly. His core, Time itself, had been interfered with directly, because of the young halfa. And now Clockwork was too close, for Time cannot view itself. “It would do you well to remember, Omenalth, our agreement can be broken. I chose to follow you at a time when the Timelines nearly fell to ashes. Do not forget - I am bound to you by nothing more than choice.”

Omenalth glared at him, her single eye with an iris of gold burning with anger as he used her true name. The Observants had all abandoned their identities when they formed their order, Clockwork was one of the few old enough who still existed to know their names.

Clockwork was forming a portal before she could speak again, but she managed to stop him before he exited.

“The boy is doomed, Watcher.”

Clockwork didn’t even deign her worthy of looking at as he answered. “Do not be so sure, Observer. He has Time on his side.” And then he disappeared into the swirl of the portal.

~~~~~~

Jack struggled to stay still as he waited for Maddie to exit the Amity Park airport, drinking water to try to force down the acidic bite of anxiety lining his throat. Today was the day and Jack couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this panicked. Sure, he’d been bad off when he discovered Danny’s secret and knew his life was about to change forever, but this…

When he’d learned about Phantom, there’d been no uncertainty. He knew his son and he knew how to help him, he knew what the future looked like. But this? He only knew two things, right now - Maddie was about to learn the truth, and their lives were about to change.

Jack could only hope they changed for the better. Their family deserved better than this. His son deserved a better afterlife than this.

The bottle of water emptied, he tossed it into a nearby trash can and grabbed the piece of cardboard in front of him. Sure, it wasn’t necessary, but somehow it had become a thing between the two of them, whenever one of them came home, ever since they'd seen it in an old movie. So Jack did his best to grin as he held up the sign with MADELINE FENTON written across it above his head. He was easy enough to see - he was in bright orange and over six feet tall, after all - but the normalcy was oddly calming. If he didn’t think, he wouldn’t have to remember the fear tonight held for them.

He saw Maddie before she saw him and he couldn’t help the smile that split across his face at the sight of her in her blue hazmat suit, her auburn hair pulled into a ponytail, having grown out in the two months since he’d seen her last.

When she caught sight of him, her own face broke into a grin and she made a beeline for him, squeezing around the people blocking the path between them. She didn’t say anything as she threw her arms around Jack, pressing her face into his chest. He dropped the cardboard and clung her to him, hoping that if she heard the frantic pounding of his heart she’d assume it was just his joy at seeing her.

Please, he sent as a final plea to whatever deity watched over his family and pressed a kiss to the top of Maddie’s head.

“I missed you, Mads!” He said, still clutching her in a tight hug.

“I missed you too, Jack,” she responded, pulling back slightly so she could get on her tiptoes and kiss him. “I’m so glad to be home.”

“I’m sure you are,” he said and the two made their way to the luggage return. “You haven’t been gone longer than a week in two decades!”

She chuckled slightly. “Oh don’t say it like that, you’ll make me feel old.”

“We’re getting old,” Jack pointed out, grabbing at her bags as they appeared on the carousel, handing Maddie the lightest of the three.

Will Danny get older? His mind wondered, unprompted, and he forced the thought back down. He needed to act normal, everything was fine.

They chatted as they made their way to the GAV, parked at the very back of a long parking lot, and Jack relaxed the more he heard his wife’s voice as she asked about the kids and how they’d been while she’d been gone. Despite the number of lies he had to tell - nothing interesting has happened lately and the kids are the same as ever - it was nice to hear her immediately go into talking about their kids, the love he could hear in her voice.

When she asked what he’d been up to that day, he again lied. In reality, Danny had gotten a nasty cut from a kid pirate that Jack had had to stitch up, showing Tucker how similar it was to normal sewing if he just ignored the oozing green blood, but Jack couldn’t say that. So instead, he said he’d worked on a device designed to stabilize a ghost’s form so the ghost couldn’t go intangible. At least it was only a partial lie - he was working on something like that - he just omitted the fact it was to help their son hold his ghost half even when ran to the brink of exhaustion.

As they slid into the GAV, Jack was already tired. How had Danny lied like this for two years?

Fear was a great motivator, he supposed.

“So, did you learn anything at the symposium?” Jack asked, turning the key and causing the engine to roar to life as he began the trip home.

Maddie just snorted inelegantly. “No. Just that group projects being hell on earth is apparently a fact that isn’t exclusive to school. I thought since I was one of the organizers this year I’d be treated with some level of respect. But, no! I spent half the event tracking down other people for basic information I should’ve had easy access to, and the other half explaining to idiots in costumes that this was a scientific event, not some kind of nerd convention for people to dress up as ghosts!”

Jack laughed as she ranted. “I’m glad I chose to stay home, then. Relaxing at home with the kids was a dream.”

“I definitely will not be accepting their offer to help run the event again in five years,” she grumbled. “There wasn’t even any major progression in the ectology field! And they again refused to accept we had managed to open a permanent portal to the Ghost Zone, especially since we haven’t been in yet. They’re scientists! They should know all the safety procedures we have to follow before we even try to enter another dimension! It could kill us after we take one step in, after all!” 

Jack nearly choked on air at the last sentence, but Maddie was, mercifully, too busy raging about some misogynistic Swedish scientist that had her ready to see how well the man could hold up to a woman with a black belt to even notice her husband’s reaction.

“Ugh, anyway. How about you? Made any great discoveries or scientific breakthroughs?” She asked, pulling Jack back to the conversation and out of his spiraling thoughts about being too little, too late with portal safety.

“Uh, kind of, actually. Danny and I have been working on a project together,” he answered, the story he and Danny had agreed on. It was still up to Danny to give the full story, though.

“Oh? What kind of project? Anything to do with Phantom?” Maddie asked excitedly, her anger at the other scientist quickly receding.

Jack flinched at the eagerness in her voice when she asked about Phantom. “It’s a surprise, Mads!” He managed to answer with enough faux excitement to be believable. “We’re gonna tell you all about it over dinner. We’ve actually got a whole thing planned out at home! Jazz helped, and so did Sam and Tucker!”

Maddie immediately straightened up in her seat. “Did Danny and his friends finally make up?” She asked, suddenly serious.

Jack gave her a weak smile. “You noticed that too, huh?”

“Yeah,” Maddie sighed. “He never hangs out with them anymore. Did they really all get back together?”

Jack nodded. “They did! And, you wanna know a secret?” He answered, lowering his voice jokingly.

“Oh?” Maddie answered, her tone dropping as well.

“You can’t tell anyone I told you, okay?” Jack asked, sounding every bit like a little kid conspiring with his siblings to steal the cookie jar.

“Cross my heart.” Maddie said, making the motion with her face set in playful seriousness.

“I think Danny and Tucker might even be dating!”

“Awww, I always thought those two were adorable with each other!” Maddie said, giggling.

The two laughed and joked around with each other the rest of the drive back to FentonWorks. Jack was able to pretend everything was fine until he turned on to the road they lived on and then cement appeared deep in his stomach. Everything would be fine, he tried to convince himself. Danny would not get hurt, no matter what.

Jack owed Danny that much.

“The kids should already be here,” Jack said as he pulled into the driveway, the Ops Center atop his home suddenly ominous in a way it never had been before. As much as he pretended to Danny that he had confidence in Maddie, they had all agreed on an escape plan for Danny. If Maddie pulled a gun, Danny and Tucker were to run to the Ops Center and flee while Jack, Sam, and Jazz tried to talk sense into Maddie.

Other than Jack, only Jazz knew the true stakes, the true back up plans. She’d cornered her father the night before, asking what, exactly, the plan was if Maddie couldn’t be talked into accepting Danny?

When Jack had confessed to her the lengths he and Vlad had decided to go to, she had only nodded and agreed.

…if Maddie did end up choosing to love her son instead of hating his ghost, Jack hoped she never discovered the lack of trust the entire family had had in her.

“Well, let’s go!” Maddie said excitedly, releasing the seatbelt clasp and jumping from the GAV, Jack scrambling to catch up with her. He managed to grab her arm right as she was about to open the door. She just turned to him, eyebrow raised questioningly.

“I love you, Mads. You know that, right?”

She laughed. “I love you too, Jack. Other than the kids, I’ve never loved anyone else more.”

“I know what you mean,” Jack said, a forced grin on his face.

Maddie frowned slightly at him. “Jack, is everything okay? You’re acting odd.”

“Everything’s fine,” he lied, pushing open the front door as she eyed him with concern.

A sense of wrongness tingled in the back of his mind as he entered the living room, his son notably missing as he saw Sam and Jazz standing to either side of Tucker, all three of their faces morphed into something akin to horror.

“Hi kids!” Maddie said cheerily, not yet registering the looks on the teens’ faces.

“What’s wrong?” Jack asked.

“Dad…” Jazz said, glancing at Tucker.

Tucker gulped. “Mr. F, we’ve got a problem,” Tucker said, turning the PDA’s screen to face him and fury rose in Jack even as terror wrapped an icy grip around his heart.

~~~~~~

Far away, Operative O grinned, pulling off his glove and running his hand down the ghost’s icy face while other agents fought to subdue the animalistic ghost they’d released as bait.

“You’re not getting away from me again, Phantom,” O whispered as unfocused green eyes slowly closed. “Not again.”

[independentzaun]

"We don't have to fight." (Ekko to Jinx)

Pow-pow already out Jinx’s finger had been about to press down to make it start spinning up before she frowned looking vaguely puzzled. She couldn’t remember the last time if indeed ever Ekko had said that to her maybe Powder but not Jinx so it surprised her long enough to make her hesitate. “What are you talking about?.. We fight, we try to kill each other, one day I’ll succeed and than it’ll be over. What do you mean we…” Voice trailing off her head tilted back a bit, and she took a deep breath almost out of instinct. All of a sudden Jinx realized just where that utterly delicious scent that had been poking at her for over an hour now was coming from.

“Wait… Why. Ekko why…” Shaking her head Jinx suddenly moved with all of the speed shimmer gave her rushing towards him, but for once she didn’t actually try to get right next to him. Stopping about half way in between where she had been, and him she took another breath and her eyes widened. “No, no that can’t. No. What? No.” Without thinking her hands opened dropping Pow-pow down by her side as Jinx took a step back, and swallowed. “No that can’t be.”

There was only one reason for him to smell that good, and it was because the universe had a cruel sick sense of humor. It couldn’t possibly be true. It had to be a trick like the voices in her head, but smell never came with those voices. She knew her senses quite well, and knew that no one else had ever smelled like that. Lips parting Jinx shook her head not even realizing it as tears trickled down her face.

Her soulmate had nearly killed her, and who she had nearly killed.

Her soulmate was an enemy who would never forgive her.

Her soulmate meant she was going to be alone forever.

Softly her voice sounded out seeming more broken than it had since the night Vi left in years. “That’s not fair.” There was another step back as her lips trembled, and unless stopped she was about to turn and run like a startled animal suddenly being scared off by something loud and unexpected.

@misfits-of-zaun

[miraculous-pyromaniac]

I am nearly silent about the things i write, both irl and unfortunately on my blog as well, for different reasons.

The simplest reason is my silence irl bc i kind of just dont have anyone to talk to my ideas about. My closest friends generally dont have any intrest in fanfiction and even if they were, me and my friends participate in very seperate fandoms and sometimes struggle to overlap our intrests. So i just generally keep my fanworks to myself most of the time.

I also dont talk about my work much on my blog either(which is kinda the only social media i use) and thats mainly because im just not the type of person who enjoys broad social media engagement, so i just rarely make my own posts.

This all kind of leads to bursts of hyperfixation and progress on any stories or WIPs i have that come about randomly and long droughts of my content.

Also i have this huge anxiety about people seeing any idea i would post about and 'stealing' it from me. Like this is a constant anxiety for me, idk why. Im probably hesitating to hit post on this post and then thinking of deleting it.

Like obviously a writer doesnt want to post spoilers for something theyre working on, but im paranoid to even post ideas for possible fics i may think of for new WIPs, leaving my ideas to rot alone in my mind until i lose intrest bc i have no one to talk to about them.

Anyway, in what im sure is a healthy way to overcome this apparent fear ive just realised i have, ima post a list of WIPs and ideas that are currently collecting dust, most of them i beleive seeing light from my dark google docs cave for the first time ever

Most of these mare miraculous labybug ideas

A miraculous soulmate AU based around Chloe where her initial meeting with her soulmate ends up with them basically dead from a speeding truck. The story is Chloe's journey of navigating the world angry and jealous of everyone else who has soulmates and learning how to deal with that stuff. Ace medifore maybe? Idk just seemed like a fun idea.

A miraculous Myvan AU where Master Fu had the 'native american miracle box'(Which i refer to as the Thunderbox) instead of the 'Chinese miracle box'(aka the Motherbox). He pickes Mylene and Ivan to be heroes weilding new miraculous of my design against an enemy who holds the Motherbox, with more than half the miraculous within being heavily damaged/destoyed. Shown by the below image(right of the red line completely unuseable, on red line damaged but technically funtional like a canon peacock, left of the line are undamaged)

A Percy Jackson story with OCs made by me and by bff which would run parallel to the canon story where I play with background characters and plot to create my own stories. The MC is the child of a goddess so minor Riordon never mentioned her, Euphrosyne, and a devout champion of Hestia.

And even a couple of original story ideas like

An 'everyone has a superpower' concept where the MCs are all artificial 'bornx from a kid whose power is to create new people by giving up parts of their soul. While not a completely original power in this world, its unique by the fact that the MCs here have their own powers, unlike other people created from such a power. This leads to the goverment trying to capture and use this kid to custom create soldiers.

A magical college type story where the MC is a healer in love with a plant mage, which eventually becomes mutual and loving relationship things until plant mage is suddenly killed by an assassin, sending MC on a revenge spiral. Said assassin is MC#2 who is being used by shady folks as an assassin due to her particular abilty for death magic. The two of them team up to dismantle the shady organisation and maybe a goverment later on. Their relationship is also completely non-romantic, but they grow extreamly close to each other.

Uh yeah. I have ideas. I just never talk about them.

Out of genuine curiosity, to fanfic writers in the world, how vocal are you about the fic you write on your blog? I never know when to start talking about my ideas and eventually the lack of traction or discussion has my passion fizzle out with nobody knowing the idea existed at all (except me, of course) anyway im simply curious :)

[crymeariveronceagain]

Keefe being raised by the Neverseen and Sophie being raised by the Black Swan

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OKAY OKAY AAAAAAAAAAAAH IM GETTING SO MANY IDEAS FOR COOL SOULMATE AUS DANG DANG DANG OKAY UM??? SHORT ONE IG???

The first time he saw the Moonlark it was on the battlefield.

Of course he would. That's what his life was like.

She stood in her black cloak, he stood in his.

Their eyes scanned each other.

And for the first time, as soon as they locked eyes, the world shimmered into overwhelming color around them. There was more than white and gray and black. There was green, blue, brown, red, orange. Smoke billowed up into the blue sky and yellow flames dusted the ground.

Keefe gaped.

Turned back to the girl, the Moonlark, the person he'd been raised to destroy.

"Shit," she said. "It's you."

"How am I gonna explain this to my mom," he gasped, still in awe of color.

"You're not," the Moonlark said, taking a step towards him across the flaming ground. She held out her hand, open, and he wondered if hse wanted him to cut it off, or she wanted him to hold hers. "We've got two choices here, Lodestar. Listen close."

"To what?" He didn't know what to think of her. "Kill each other or kiss each other?"

She shot an annoyed look at him. "You can come with me, and we run off together. Or, we split up and never, ever, ever mention this again to anyone."

"How do I know you won't use it against us," Keefe said.

She rolled her eyes. "I'm part of a secret terrorist organization. I can keep a secret as well as you can. And you know that this would ruin the both of us."

Keefe had nothing to say to that. He knew exactly what his mother would think if this got out. So he stared at the Moonlark, his soulmate, the person he was destined to love forever, the person he'd been created to destroy, and he mulled it over.

"Well?" she said, simply. "I've got two minutes before I need to get back to my..." she trailed off, shaking her head. "I have two minutes before they need me to be somewhere. Make up your mind now or never, Lodestar."

And he only had one thought than made sense in his mind.

He'd never cared much for fire, anyway.

"Let's go."

The Moonlark smiled, and pulled off her cloak. "Leave your knife, Lodestar."

He dropped everything he had, except for his tunic, in the dirt next to everything she had. No knives, no cloaks, no tracking necklaces, nothing that could tie them to their organizations.

Just two genetically mutated teenagers.

He reached out, and took her hand.

She let a tiny grin traipse across her lips.

And they ran.

They didn't look back.

[luvrodite]

ok. ok i've finally had the time to sit down and read this masterpiece and i think i'm going to need several moments to collect myself and my thoughts. sunnie....you deserve a thousand accolades. i am shipping them to your house right now.

"He knew your name. He knew who you are to me and he knew your fucking name."

the desperation you wove into this fic had me on the edge of my seat but this line specifically stood out to me the most. the repetition, the urgency and panic and the desperation. i can almost hear the crack in his voice, the pitch of it. anger and fury and the bottoming of his stomach because he knew your fucking name.

"This doesn’t end just ‘cause Black Mask’s dead. It’s every enemy the Hood has ever made knowing that my heart’s walking around outside my body.” And that, that makes your breath catch in your throat. Stuns you enough that you’re not fully prepared for what he says next. “So this, you and me, it's gotta be done. I'll move out tomorrow, pack things up later. I won't leave you unprotected, I'll— I'll still patrol but you won't have to see me again. You can have a clean start."

everything about this paragraph was so delightfully constructed but. my heart is walking around outside my body. my heart is walking around outside my body. it isn't enough to give you a piece of his heart, to give you the whole thing – because you are it. simply breathing, you give him life. i'm reading this and i'm thinking about the level of devotion you've written him to have – devotion met equally as bruisingly and burning by the reader !! devotion that would have him make a decision that would undoubtedly break his heart but at least he would be able to live knowing you were too.

Suddenly fed up with the chafing of the towel on your poor inner thighs you try to shift, when you feel him hard under the thin layer of the bath towel. You feel Jason freeze up, time crystallizing around you before speeding back up like a poorly wound tape.

time, mystical time, cutting me open and healing me fine...this isn't a soulmate fanfiction, they weren't pre-existing but rather forged and i think there is something equally (if not more) powerful about that. this line reminded me so much of invisible string, but also. it's just such beautiful prose. the imagery it invokes, the tension of a string pulled taught and then the snap that comes in the paragraph after.

Something about your faith in him has Jason whining at the back of his throat like a wounded animal. He tries to buck his hips but freezes when the hand in his hair forcefully tugs his head back, exposes the vulnerable line of his throat. "Can't just say that sweetheart. Can't just say that and not let me fuck you full." Another tug at his hair has him moaning, the cords of his throat standing out. "C'mon, c'mon. You're so wet and so warm for me. I'll make you feel— feel so good."

the smut in this fic was absolutely delectable sunnie. the dynamics, the emotions running high and bleeding into every movement they make, every word that comes out, bleeding into their conversation. i'm shaking the bars of my enclosure. just...the bit about trusting him, and conveying that to him, and him reacting in that specific way. like a wounded animal. i don't know how to articulate it, but you did an immaculate job on this fic, sunnie, you should be so proud of yourself.

Always and Forever

jason todd x f!reader

summary: jason tries to end things after a bad patrol. you won’t give him up without a fight.

tags: f!reader, smut, kissing, biting, piv sex, unprotected sex, fingering (mention) cock warming, orgasm denial (kind of), belly bulge, size kink (if you squint), overstimulation, creampie (if you think this is misproperly tagged please let me know) minors and ageless blogs do not interact

rated e (mdni) | wc: 5.5k

a/n: this is my first time writing smut (or a fic of this length) so please be gentle! if you find jason a little ooc, i’m still working on getting his ‘voice’ right, so just consider him one of the many versions we’ve all come to love. this started as a single smut scene and grew feelings and a bit of plot from there. this was definitely a labour of love so i hope you all enjoy it!

“We’re done. Us. All of it. You’re free to leave.”

The modulated voice of the Red Hood startles you. It’s nearly six in the morning, and you’ve been up since three when Jason didn’t return from patrol like he promised. He’s still in his Hood gear, hasn’t bothered to take off the helmet or even the boots crusted in who knows what. The leather jacket has taken a beating, and in the dim light of your apartment living room it glistens damply like he was caught in the earlier rain. He won’t even look in your direction, hands fisted at his sides, the darkened leather of his gloves taut across his knuckles. Jason didn’t come home like he promised and now he can’t even bear to look at you as he tears your heart in two. It’s understandable then, that when your voice returns to you and you can breathe around the lump in your throat, that your voice shatters the silence.

“Look at me. Look. At. Me.”

Only the way that his body locks up, somehow tenser than before, deflates you. A whole night’s worry and frustration drained away.

“Jay? Please take off the helmet and look at me.”

His black curls are matted to his forehead with sweat. His one white streak is dark with it,. Somewhere along the way he must have ditched the domino mask, because the sight of his bare face twists something tight in your chest. His beautiful eyes are red rimmed, tear tracks still staining his cheeks. His lips look bitten raw. He looks at you the way a dying man looks at salvation. Realization dawns slowly for you.

His black curls are matted to his forehead with sweat. His one white streak is dark with it,. Somewhere along the way he must have ditched the domino mask, because the sight of his bare face twists something tight in your chest. His beautiful eyes are red rimmed, tear tracks still staining his cheeks. His lips look bitten raw. He looks at you the way a dying man looks at salvation. Realization dawns slowly for you.

“You didn’t get caught in the rain, did you?”

A sharp nod, jaw clenching, but he doesn’t look away. Now you’ve noticed, you can’t stop. There’s a faint blood spray on the front of the helmet, barely visible from where Jason’s placed it on the counter. The leather jacket is soaked through with blood, darker splotches on his tac pants from where it’s followed gravity. The grime on his boots now looks rusty, though that might just be your imagination. Jason’s come home hours late covered in blood and is telling you to leave. This time, your voice is startlingly gentle.

“Jay we talked about this. You promised no life altering conversations when you’re covered in blood, remember?”

At the time, had been a joke. A promise made after a close call, when Jason was still loopy from sedation and painkillers and insisting he was going to duel Doc Leslie for your honour. Finally lucid, he had sheepishly promised no more dramatic ultimatums when he's covered in blood.

“But you need to—“

“No. You promised. What’s going to happen is you’re going to leave all your gear at the front door and we’ll deal with it tomorrow. You’re going to tell me if you’re injured and let me fix you up if you are. Then you’re going to shower. Then, and only then are we going to have this discussion.”

“I don’t—”

“Please.”

He caves at the way your whole body sags under the weight of one word. Carefully toes off his boots and socks, peels the stiff tac pants off, and lays his top and jacket on top of the whole pile. Reveals a smattering of bruises down his arms and along his rib cage. To get to the ensuite he has to walk past you and through your shared bedroom. The heat of him passing by has you turning after him, a star caught in his orbit, words curling to ash on your tongue. It’s only when he’s firmly out of sight that you allow yourself to collapse into the couch. Head lolling back, gaze fixed on the ceiling. Blankly you watch the headlights of passing cars loom and fade across the ceiling.

You do your best not to cry but wet trails burn down your face. You dash them away, but it does nothing to make you feel better. You don’t know if you’ll survive the coming conversation, a litany of “he doesn’t love me anymore, or at least not enough to keep me” is running through your head. Something is wrong, you think. Usually after a rough night, Jason can’t get enough of you. He comes home to your shared apartment and holds you, needs to feel the touch of your skin and the heat of your breath to truly know you’re alive. He's never the most talkative on the worst nights, but he always reaches out. Mumbles into your throat just to hear your replies, get you to distract him with chatter about your own day. He’ll act like he’s touch starved, press his split knuckles to the back of your hand, pull you into him until his nose is buried in the crook of your neck, pet and touch whatever bare skin is in reach. You're used to shaking off the vestiges of sleep to Jason between your thighs, fingers and tongue skillfully opening you up before he slides his cock inside, splitting you open just to feel you tighten around him. Tonight he hasn’t even reached out to hold your hand.

As if summoned by your thoughts, Jason stands in the doorway to your shared bedroom. Wet from his shower, the streetlight filtering through the curtains illuminating the water still beading on his skin. The bruises look less stark now. You look at him and feel love. You look at him and see the man you gave the most vulnerable parts of yourself to, ready to hand them back to you on a platter. Rolling your head to look at him properly, you notice he hasn't bothered to dress, wrapped in a towel like he couldn't wait to put off this conversation a moment longer. Your eyes meet, and it snaps whatever trance he's in. He shuffles over to you, eyes asking for permission to join you on the couch. The couch dips under his weight, and you turn on your side to face him, legs curling up to your chest.

"I'm glad you're home."

You reach out to brush his face, aching to remind yourself that's he's real but he shies back from the motion, denies you both the comfort of contact.

"Don’t. I'm not— I'm not good for you. We can't— I'm not gonna do this to you anymore."

"Do what to me Jason?" you ask, genuinely puzzled "Be us? I chose this, I chose you, and I have kept on choosing you from the beginning. I don't understand." By the end, you're truly pleading, begging with your voice and eyes and body for him to explain this to you. To explain why he's trying to make this choice for you.

"Bein' with me puts you in danger," he says slowly, carefully. "You think you know what you've signed up for but you don't. Not really. I painted a target on your back and now the worst of Gotham are gonna come sniffin’ at your door. You're never gonna be safe with me and I don't want to be the reason why you're hurt. You deserve better than me and a life of looking over your shoulder. I can't give you that, I'll never be able to give you that."

And oh, that hurts. The way he says it, dripping with self-loathing and certainty, cracks your heart open. It speaks of long held fears and convictions that he will never be good enough, that he is too broken and too dangerous to be loved.

"Did something happen tonight?" you ask, searching for a reason, anything, that would have brought old wounds to light.

"What?" Tension laces his body tight. There's a wild look in his eyes, shifting closer to green than blue.

"Jay, you made all of those risks clear to me before we were even real friends. So, what happened tonight to make you so sure that you'll be the death of me?"

Something about the way you state the question so matter of factly unsettles him enough to reply. "Heard some chatter down at docks about Black Mask setting up a new warehouse. Tonight was just supposed to be easy. Just about fuckin' with him, get B and Wing time to gather evidence on his new operation. He was waiting for us, probably set the whole thing up as a trap. Did a whole melodramatic monologue too 'bout how if we were gonna threaten his operation — the only thing that means anything to him — then turnabout’s fair play."

He's paused in his remembered anger, hands flexing against the couch cushions. You nod, trying to encourage him, not wanting to break the spell that got him talking in the first place. But you really don't like where this was headed. When he speaks again, its in a whisper.

"He knew your name. He knew who you are to me and he knew your fucking name."

The fear that jolts through you at that statement is matched by the intensity in his eyes. Distractedly you notice that you can’t feel your fingers. Heart racing, the only thing grounding you is the weave of the cushion under your cheek.

"Okay, we can— we can handle this. It'll be difficult but I can—"

"He's dead," Jason interrupts.

"He's what." All trains of thought come to a crashing stop.

"I killed him."

Its a confession and a plea for forgiveness wrapped in one. He can't quite look you in the eyes anymore, his whole demeanor screaming shame. Stunned and wide-eyed all you can do is drink him in, this incredible, ridiculous man. Car headlights cut through the shadows, lighting up the planes of his face and catching on the still too-green of his eyes. Somewhere along the way you've moved closer. His face is only a breath away and in the silence it feels unbearably intimate.

You can't help blurting out, "Can I kiss you?" The thought of being unable to touch him any longer is utterly unthinkable. Not when he's right in front of you, lips parted and waiting for you to pronounce judgement over him. He nods, shyly, and then you're in his lap. His face is cradled in your hands, eyes wide as he looks up at you. His lips are warm when you finally give in to the urge to taste him. They're rough from where he's bitten them but they're pliant against yours. Drawing back, you rest your forehead on his, unwilling to be any further apart.

"He had your name in his fuckin' mouth and I couldn't let him live for that. So yeah, I killed him. Him and every one a his lieutenants in the room that heard." Jason pauses, tries to gauge your reaction, continues on more self-consciously. "B and Wing couldn’t stop me and I didn’t want them to. He was a threat to you and I didn't know. You could have died and I wouldn't even've known what to protect you from." He tries to pull back from you, but you don't let him. Lets his motion pull you along with him, hands still cradling his face.

"Is that where all the blood is from? You're not hiding any injuries besides the bruises from me?" you ask worriedly. He's done it before, but you'd hoped he'd learned to trust you better. Jason goes to remove your hands from his face and you don't resist. He presses soft kisses to each of your palms before folding them to his bare chest right over his heart.

"Fuck sweetheart, I tell you that I've just killed a roomful of men and you want to know if I'm okay? You're not angry that I killed, again?" And oh he looks so ready for you to reject him. Waiting for you to turn away, to call him a monster, for your love to turn to horror.

When you speak, the words come out slowly, each syllable weighed out with care. "Am I bad person if I say that I'm grateful?" You can feel his heartbeat speeding up under your hands as you speak. "Because I am Jay, I'm so, so grateful. I'm grateful that I'll never have to worry about a bullet in the dark or getting taken off the street. Mostly I'm grateful that I won't be used to hurt you. But I'm also so very sorry Jay that you had to kill again." He shudders at that, closes his eyes and squeezes your hands tight tight tight. "I know that you were trying so, so hard not to kill, to live by your family's rules and I'm so sorry that you had to break that promise to yourself. Can you forgive me for putting you in that impossible position?"

"I— I don't need your forgiveness, not for this. But don't you see? I'm the reason you were danger. If I hadn't a been quick enough, if there's ever a day when I'm not fast enough, then you'd've died." At that he stops, swallows thickly, like he's considering a world where he doesn't save you. "This doesn’t end just ‘cause Black Mask’s dead. It’s every enemy the Hood has ever made knowing that my heart’s walking around outside my body.” And that, that makes your breath catch in your throat. Stuns you enough that you’re not fully prepared for what he says next. “So this, you and me, it's gotta be done. I'll move out tomorrow, pack things up later. I won't leave you unprotected, I'll— I'll still patrol but you won't have to see me again. You can have a clean start."

Now, now you are angry. Pushing off his chest you lever yourself upright, forcing him to look up at you. Straddled across his lap your balance is precarious at best but you need him to see you, to realize that what you say next is what you mean with every wretched part of you.

"No."

"No?" He's looking up at you, glazed eyes and mouth open wide with shock.

"No. Jason Peter Todd you do not get to make this decision for me." With every word you push your finger into his chest for emphasis, your whole body shaking with the force you're putting behind your words. "I knew the risks because you told me about them. I decided that I could live with them if it meant having you. I told you always and forever. I meant it then and I mean it now. So this, you and me, it’s over when I agree it is. I gave you my fucking heart and this is me not accepting it back. You tell me I’m free to leave anytime, well I’m not.” His hands have fallen to your hips where they clench and unclench. “You haven’t been able to keep me out of your sight lines for more than three minutes tonight. You can’t go a day without touching me, feeling me up and getting your cock wet. I know you don’t sleep half so well if I’m not in your bed and neither can I. I know the way you look when you think nothing you’ve done has ever been good enough and the face you make when you feel like a hero. I know you to your bones and you know me. You want me to live a life that you’re not a part of, well I won’t." Suddenly fed up with the chafing of the towel on your poor inner thighs you try to shift, when you feel him hard under the thin layer of the bath towel. You feel Jason freeze up, time crystallizing around you before speeding back up like a poorly wound tape.

“Off. Off now” You start pawing at the blasted towel unsuccessfully, before giving up and going for your own sleep pants. You’re half way through wiggling them off before Jason’s brain catches up with you and then he’s scrabbling to tear the towel off and get you bare. You grab his hardening cock and guide it to the entrance of your cunt. You’re still not slick enough for this, didn’t spend ages getting opened up on fingers first, but you’re desperate enough to make it work. His hands around your thighs are like iron, clinging to you like a life preserver. You take it slow, letting gravity do the work of spearing you open on his cock, unable to take him to the hilt in one swift motion the way you ache to. Jason’s a big man, always towering over you in size, and his cock is perfectly large to match. Already the stretch is just the other side of painful, the thickness of him cleaving you in two. You gasp like you’ve been punched with every inch downwards. By the time your hips meet his pelvis his stomach muscles are clenched and twitching from the effort of not just fucking up into you and taking what he wants. His fingers are buried in the couch cushions. Deliriously you wonder if the cushions will still be intact by the end of this conversation.

"So tell me again," you pant, "tell me why you think you can just walk away from me and all the love we have like it's nothing." Jason groans at your words, buries his face in your throat, hips still twitching with aborted thrusts.

"Please, please baby. Let me move— shit, let me make you feel good. God, sweetheart you're so fucking tight, so fuckin’ perfect for me." The growing roll of his hips is distracting. He's so fucking thick, this position making him feel like he's somewhere in your stomach, every flex of his muscles bullies him deeper, threatens to shake all the thoughts out of your head. That just won’t do. You take back control with a soft hand on his chest pushing him back until he's leaned right back against the couch cushions.

"You started this conversation Jay. It’s not done until you finish it. Besides, you’re the one that wants to put a stop to all this." You punctuate your words with a single calculated grind of your hips, make him claw at your hips with abandon. Revel at the weight of him inside of you. Trail your hand up his chest so you can thread your fingers into his damp curls. "Why should I let you move, hmm? Give me that list of reasons, and maybe I'll let you fuck me when we're done talking." His pupils are blown so wide you can barely see the colour of his eyes anymore.

It takes a few false starts before he can put a coherent thought together. "Being— being with me makes, oh god, makes you a target. People'll go through you, tryna hurt me. You're gonna get hurt cus'a me, could die fr'me." He's trembling all over now, words slurring together and gasping for air. He settles a little when you run your other hand down his chest to trace his y-shaped scar, lean in and kiss him slow and sweet. Nip and tease at his already abused bottom lip.

"Love that ship went and sailed the first time you talked to me," you say. "There's no putting that back in the box and hoping everyone will forget that we were us." Taking your time, you mouth along his jawline, feel his hand slide under your shirt to come settle on the small of your back. "Say we split up, what then? Doesn't matter how often you swing by, someone'll always try and find a way. Tonight was just a reminder. How does breaking both of our hearts make that go away?" Nuzzling into that sweet space below his jaw, you can feel the way his pulse races and cock twitches in you. All the while you keep your hips tortuously still, warming his cock with your cunt, enjoying the stretch of him. A tug of his hair gets him talking again.

"I'm not a— not a good man. I've killed a lot a people, don't even regret most a'em." He can't look at you as he says it, eyes fixed on a spot over your shoulder. His hand on your back flexes, fingers tightening around your hip bone.

"Didn't we just go over this? Jay I'm glad you killed those men, and if that makes you a bad person so am I." This time its him that goes in for a kiss, latches on to the plush of your lips, licks his way inside. Cradles your skull and pulls you closer, has to stop kissing you to gasp when that shifts his cock inside of you.

"Sweetheart, you're the best person damn person I know," he breathes into your mouth. Traces over your cheekbone with the tip of his nose. "You're the best fuckin' thing to happen to me. But you shouldn't hafta decide if you're okay with me killing people. Shouldn't be something you gotta think about at all." There it is again, that tinge of self-loathing. And that's what it’s really all about isn't it?

"You're not making me do anything. You think I didn't know who I was saying yes to when you asked me out to dinner? That I was unaware of Hood's brand of justice? That unlike your family, I didn’t already approve of your methods? Love, I was grateful for you before you'd even walked into my life." Its a confession you hadn't said out loud before, but maybe you should've. Something about your faith in him has Jason whining at the back of his throat like a wounded animal. He tries to buck his hips but freezes when the hand in his hair forcefully tugs his head back, exposes the vulnerable line of his throat.

"Can't just say that sweetheart. Can't just say that and not let me fuck you full." Another tug at his hair has him moaning, the cords of his throat standing out. "C'mon, c'mon. You're so wet and so warm for me. I'll make you feel— feel so good." On the last word he tries to thrust up but you were expecting this, dig your knees into the couch to leverage up off of him at the same time he moves forward. You bite down on the soft skin of his throat before pressing a kiss to the forming bruise. Let go of his hair to clasp the side of his neck, rub your thumb over the hinge of his jaw. Let his head fall forward to your chest, resting his brow on your collarbone.

"I said after our conversation, didn't I? And those aren't your only reasons, are they?" you tease. "You can fuck me whenever you want Jay, you just have to be honest first."

He’s torn, you can tell. Caught between chasing his pleasure at the steep price of his darkest fears, but also wanting to do right by you, as misguided as this attempt is. But he’s been so truthful so far, deserves a reward for how good he’s been. So you clamp down, hard, feel his cock brush against that soft part of your gut that makes you shiver with pleasure. Enjoy the punched out sound that wrings from him. Grind your hips down in a filthy circle, once, twice. Then just as suddenly stop. Let him pant and shake, breath warm in the contours of your throat.

When he finally speaks, his voice is so small you can barely hear him. "M'scared." He shudders as he says it. Something in the curve of his spine screams vulnerable, sparks an itch in your fingers to touch and so you do.

"Think 'm too broken for you to love. Think 'm too broken to love you right. Scared one day that the pit's gonna burn too bright and I'll hurt you." Like a broken dam, the words come tumbling out so quickly now. All you can do is keep stroking his back, this giant of a man rendered so small in your arms. "That I'll wake up one day and it'll be my hands covered in your blood." The hate and self-loathing is almost palpable, an oil slick shadow creeping along the floorboards. You could cry from the way his voice shakes and cracks.

“Oh, love.” And this time it’s your voice cracking. “I’ve never thought of you as broken. There’s never going to be a day where I think you’re too broken for me to love. If the day ever comes that you do break, I’ll pick up all the shiny pieces with my bare hands if I have to. I’ll put you back together again even if it cuts me open because that’s what we do Jason. You don’t think there aren’t parts of me I’d rather smooth out too? You don’t have to love me perfectly to love me right.” He’s straightening up now, trying to get a better view of your face, needs to see the truth of your words. His arms have moved around you like a vice, holding on as if you’ll disappear if he lets go. “You’ve never hurt me Jason. Scratch that, you’ve never hurt me before tonight and your stupid, noble attempt to break up with me. But not once have you laid your hands on me and not once have I been afraid of you.” He tries to interrupt, opens his mouth to speak but you’re not finished. You lay finger over his lips, force him to let you say your piece. “But I know that the problem isn’t my trust in you, it’s yours. Besides Black Mask and his thugs, did you hurt anyone else tonight?” At the shake of his head you continue. “There you have it. Even tonight, when you had every reason to spin out of control you didn’t hurt anyone you didn’t mean to. So talk to me. We’ll figure this out. Hell, we’ll find you a therapist if that’s what you want. So trust me, at least, even if you can’t trust yourself.”

You’d swear there were tears in his eyes if you didn’t already know never to trust the early morning light. It’s past dawn now and in the silence Jason looks like something out of a fairytale. The weak golden light makes him look so alive, so vibrant. He sits there still as stone, holding you tight in his lap, dumb with the weight of your love and acceptance. His grin, when it breaks over his face, is a little watery but possibly the most precious thing you’ve ever seen.

“There’s really no scaring you off, is there?” It’s a weak joke, but he’s trying.

“No. There isn’t.” If your words don’t convince him then the tone of satisfaction ringing through them would. Pushing at his shoulders you maneuver him as close to lying down as you can manage on your old couch. Tearing off your oversized sleep shirt (stolen from Jason of course), you’re finally as bare as he is. Perched over him, you enjoy the view of him splayed out like an offering. Reaching for his arm, you find his hand, place it on the curve below your belly and lace your fingers over the back of it. You push his palm down into you to feel the hard swell of where his cock is curving you out, carving out a place in your guts and moulding your cunt to the shape of his cock. You can see the exact moment his restraint snaps when he realizes he’s feeling himself through you. Let him jack knife up into you, feel the way his hardness moves under his palm. Enjoy the way it feels to finally have him drag his cock through you. But he’s trying to be respectful and you haven’t given him the go ahead yet. He restrains himself to shallow rocking motions, unable to stop himself completely, but the effort this is costing him is clear by his straining muscles and wide eyes.

“You paying attention Jay? This—” and this time you clench down on his cock as you press his hand to the shape of your womb just to hear him choke, “is yours. And you left it aching and empty for hours. You made such pretty promises earlier.” For this last part you lean down real close, brace yourself with an arm over his shoulder, wanting to make sure he doesn’t miss a thing. “And our conversation just ended.” He takes it as the permission it is and slams into you, deeper than before like you can feel him in you throat. Hands an iron grip around your waist, pulling you down to meet each sharp rolling thrust. Bullies his cock into you until he finds the angle that has sparks running under your skin, keeps hitting that angle with all the precision and aim of a sniper with his marksmanship. At this angle, his head’s at the perfect height to mouth at your breasts. You can feel him smiling around a nipple as he listens to you moan, only detaching to give the other breast the same kind of enthusiastic attention. Your arm finally gives out, falling down onto his bare chest. Limp, you let him manoeuvre him how he wants you, a rag-doll for your mutual pleasure. All the while he doesn’t stop fucking into you, any semblance of earlier control gone.

“Fuck, sweetheart you don’t know— don’t know what you do to me.” He’s gasping between each word, but the meaning of them still makes their way to your blissed out brain. The slick drag of his cock head along your clenching insides making everything else fade away. You can feel your orgasm building, heat pooling and growing with every thrust. Jason can feel you tightening up around him, knows the signs of your body so well. He starts circling your clit with his fingers, alternating pressure with his thrusts. The long drag and stretch of his cock, almost too much for you to take, never falters. It bumps up against your cervix, fills you up so completely that there’s room for nothing else but it and the pleasure it rips from you. Your release tears through you like wildfire, and for a moment dark spots cloud your vision. You know that you’ve clamped down, tight and hot and slick by the punched out groan from Jason, the way his head falls back onto the couch. But through it all he still keeps pumping into you.

He bites and sucks at your throat, a distraction from your over sensitivity. He leaves your clit alone, stops assaulting all your senses so viciously. Listens to you mewl from how sore and sensitive you are from having taken his cock nearly dry, having held it in you for so long before getting your cunt battered by it. “M so sorry sweetheart. Didn’t wanna hurt you. Gonna— gonna make it up to you. For the rest a m’life.” Now he’s rutting into you, all rhythm and finesse gone in pursuit of his own pleasure. Fire is running through your veins, gathering in your cunt and burning you whole. Your legs are weak and trembling where Jason’s placed them, hands trailing down your thighs to hook under your knees and pull your legs wider. Like this you’re trapped, pinned against him by the spread of your cunt, clit wet and grinding against his pubic bone every time he fucks back into you. You’re so close to another orgasm, quicker than you’ve ever been before.

“Please— Jay please, don’t— don’t stop. Need you. Need you har— harder. Jay. Jay” Jason being Jason, obliges. Your whole body jolts from the force of him inside you. You’re so frustratingly close, dancing on the knife’s edge of oblivion. Jay’s close too. You can tell by the way his breathing speeds up, the way he wraps one arm over your shoulder to keep you in place as he fucks your cunt raw. What sends you both over the edge is Jason taking his other hand and pushing down hard on the swell of your abdomen, the both of you feeling his cock kick and spurt inside of you. Heat paints your walls, and it’s that combined with all consuming pressure of his cock remaking you in his image that has you crying out your orgasm. Jason doesn’t pull out right away. Stays inside you and lets himself grow soft. Kisses featherlight over your face and eyelids. Strokes your flanks and combs his fingers through your hair. Soothes you into a light sleep.

When you wake up, it’s to full sunlight streaming into your bedroom. Turning your head, Jason meets your gaze, propped up on an elbow to watch over you. The both of you are still naked under the blankets but he must have cleaned up the mess between your legs. He pressed a kiss between your eyes before you can get too swept up by your thoughts.

“Hiya sweetheart.” The corners of his eyes crinkle up when he smiles like this. You think they’d make him look kind when he’s older. “I’m not going anywhere now, I promise.”

“Always?”

“Forever.”

[someblueyearning]

Rambles about a Morgott x Tarnished Story Idea

Bruh has anyone used the Grace as like a Soulmate AU I’m pretty sure there is something out there like Morgott in particular.

The grace of the Golden Order pulls you towards your destiny the sites of grace vaguely showing you where to go. Like a soulmate can also be apart of it guiding you to places where they’ve been. Once heard from like a YouTube theory video that the Golden Order feeds off suffering of its believers make that fit in there somehow.

I’m thinking about writing a Morgott x Tarnished AU that deals with soulmates and a Time Loop.

That’s right I’m talking about a Slow Burn Enemies to Allies to Friends to Lovers type of beat. Put in a little angst in future timelines where the knowledge that the Tarnished accumulated in past timelines will make Morgott distrust the Tarnished immediately ending the relationship if they spill it out. Maybe title it “Same Old Mistakes” (if this is actually posted in the future guess this is a heads up)

It begins at the end where the Tarnished gets the regular ending and realized they’ve made a mistake. The shine in the sky is not the brilliant gold they’ve expected and having Queen Marika as their consort felt like they’ve made the wrong choice.

You see what happened when the Tarnished put Marika’s head back on her body the Golden Order gave the Tarnished a choice in their consort. Instead of immediately making Queen Marika their consort the Golden Order also suggested a demigod that was most compatible. The Tarnished hearing this gives into their curiosity and asks who this demigod was (the Tarnished did a speed run through the game trying to be Elden Lord as quickly as possible so they never truly explored the Lands Between nor done any side quests). In the golden particles of the Golden Order the form of Morgott takes shape taking the Tarnished by surprise. But because they really never got to learn much about the world nor why the Shattering happened they choose Queen Marika because that’s what they’ve been told they must do.

Queen Marika has not awoken from her slumber as the Tarnished sits on the throne regretting their decision looking upon the world they’ve been told they must now govern. Their mind wonders back to Margit/Morgott and how the Golden Order thought they were compatible. The Tarnished only seen Morgott as an enemy, a man who hindered their progress and actively hunted the Tarnished down. Who seemed to have a personal vendetta against the Tarnished for doing their duty. They think back Morgott’s last words. Pondering how true the words are.

How the time loop will appear?

When Queen Marika wakes the Tarnished so deep troubled on the throne they don’t notice her come up behind them until the blade is deep within their chest. Queen Marika says some speech akin to, “Foolish Tarnished who blindly follows orders. Loyal servant to the Golden Order I curse thee…” something something that they must die and start anew everytime they die until they find the path to their true destiny.

That’s right Queen Marika curses the Tarnished to a No Death run. They awake back at the beginning of the game. This is where the story truly begins.

The Tarnished now has a goal in mind, find out what they can about Margit the Fell Omen/Morgott the Grace-given. However for this very first time loop they take it slow and explore Limgrave etc. When they feel like they’ve done enough they go to meet Margit. Except they made a mistake when greeting the Fell Omen they accidentally call him “Morgott” which sends a golden blade their way and the Tarnished is immediately killed.

The Tarnished? Nameless Confessor Strength/Faith build. Weapon preference? Two halberds in each hand. Prefers to have no name because they have yet to find themselves. Most likely will be male. No true memories of the time before coming to the Lands Between. No real personality until they finally access their brain cell and not be a mindless drone.

Possible timeline plots:

- Officially the First: Tarnished will go around and actually learn the world (specifically Limgrave) and meet the npcs they’ve never met before and strike up an actual friendship with Melina (the only other person who knows they are stuck in a time loop). They accidentally call Margit, Morgott and immediately get killed

- “And They Were Bridgemates”: they decide to not fight Margit on the bridge for some reason Margit agrees to let them stay. Gets to see that Margit is not a man just full of hatred towards the Tarnished

- The Tarnished confused about their feelings decides they must fight Margit on the bridge and win. They follow grace and feel like they’ve been following the ghosts of a person. Learn the hard way about the Night’s Calvary. Finally make the connection between Margot’s vanishing words about be fearful of the night and the knights that have been hunting the Tarnished down.

- “Night Calvary Training Arc”: This time the Tarnished meets Margit on the bridge and asks to serve under “Margit the Fell Omen” maybe give some respectful praises and wishes to join the Night Calvary. Margit trains the Tarnished (this will be the meat and potatoes) Finally they will grow closer

I will not spoil the ending I plan for these two. Nor further vital timelines caused the Tarnished to go that path.

[moonarchvs]

"Skinny" love

Summary- You and Peter fall for each other by communicating through your skin. (Soulmate AU, Enemies to lovers AU)

Warnings- Tooth-rotting fluff aaaand that's it? This one's just a cute self-indulgent fic.

Word Count- 2.5k

Peter never believed in redemption arcs.

He thought people in this world were incapable of making drastic changes in their personalities and his belief was that good deeds would never come from bad actions.

This was his very firm take on villains and morally grey characters who were given redemption arcs. Whether it was some mighty supervillain or a school foe, they can never be good. That was his perception.

Well, that was until it changed.

Let's backtrack a little, shall we?

When he was small, he used to have these markings, these little drawings here and there, sometimes in the warmth of his palm or sometimes flaunting itself on his sleeve. They started to be pretty simple, doodles of animals, flowers, leaves and trees. A shape or two here and there.

It was a mystery to him, how these engraved themselves on his skin and vanished, sometimes an hour while sometimes days later. There was no pattern.

His imagination used to run at full speed at all times of the day, thinking and thinking and thinking where these drawings came from.

When he first heard the term "skin cancer" he was 100 percent sure that yup that's exactly what my problem is, mysterious drawings on arms = skin cancer. Yup for sure.

But when his innocence and misconception faded away, and he got to know that skin cancer has nothing to do with this, he was actually convinced that this was an undiscovered, extremely dangerous disease which only results in death.

And Peter was not just jumping on to conclusions, no. He asked his friends  if they were facing the same problem but apparently none of them as frequently as him. 

So finally, he decided to refer to the very last resort, Aunt May.

He was somewhat ashamed that this was maybe unusual or unhealthy but at the same time he went all in like, fuck it.

And what May told him, was truthfully one of the best things he has ever gotten to know.

Soulmates.

This person, his soulmate, was drawing on their arm and the same drawing was appearing on his own too. The idea of soulmates was just so fascinating and he was so enamoured by it that every moment he felt so special that there was a person out there who was destined to spend their life with him.

Everyday he checked for new markings or drawings on his skin and his soulmate never failed to disappoint him.

Sometimes if he was lucky he would notice them in the middle of the process of drawing. And to just watch the lines etch on his skin and form into these beautiful, intricate drawings. Even the sight was simply marvelous.

One day, he saw two lines going parallel to each other on his forearm and then just stopped midway. He furrowed his brows and looked down at the incomplete pattern in confusion, forgetting about his Algebra homework lying on his desk.

He continued to look back at his forearm, but nothing happened. He started to worry, what if his soulmate was in danger? What if something happened to them? But his practical side was screaming to think logically and that maybe their ink was finished.

He sighed deeply and turned his attention to Mr. Harrington’s lecture. But he kept glancing at his forearm and the never finished piece of art. Finally, as if in a trance. Peter grabbed a pen and started to doodle on and around the lines and did not know how the time went by.

Till next day there was no new marking anywhere and Peter's worries only grew. 

The same day, when the bell rang for the break to begin, he trudged towards the cafeteria only to be pushed away. He stumbled in his way and looked back only to see he was pushed by somebody and that somebody was you.

Peter and you had been enemies for as long as he can remember. He still remembered that day when you had spilled coffee all over him by accident but because he was having a bad day he had blasted off on you but you were taking none of this because you were apologizing profusely but this guy was not stopping only. So after that horrible argument you two never even wanted to initiate a conversation with each other.

In all honesty, Peter actually felt bad after being so aggressive with you but his ego had somewhere come between him apologizing and calling a truce.

You also felt that it was pretty petty to be mad at someone but it was his fault and he never apologized, so why should you?

Peter huffed, annoyed from your presence as you laughed at him and moved along to the cafe. He noticed your bandaged right arm and smiled mischievously, deciding to have some fun.

He saw you approach the juice packs and noticed only one was left, knowing you couldn’t fight he went ahead and snatched it before you could.

You looked behind to see who was there and sighed dejectedly when you saw Peter. “Look buddy, I’m not in the mood for a fight just hand the drink over.” You spoke, genuinely not in the mood to fight with him. You also felt tired because you had sprained your arm in tennis practice yesterday.

But Peter simply smirked and moved his gaze to the pack. "You know, I have always been a fan of strawberry flavour." He said, but it was a lie, he hated strawberries but your annoyed face was worth it.

"You know, I've never seen you drink juice before." You copied his tone, faking a sweet smile.

"Notice me a lot do you?" He teased, his smirk never faltering.

"I was here first." You ignored his statement and stated.

But the brunet simply shrugged and said, "I saw it first."

"Oh yeah? Prove it." You challenged him.

"I don't have to, I am the one who's holding it." He said triumphantly.

Having enough of him and his stupid smirk, you gave up and said angrily, " Fine, have your stupid stupid strawberry juice." You stomped your foot and snatched your tray, moving away from him.

"I'll save you one tomorrow, love!" He called as you mumbled a string of curses and turned to him, "Don't call me that." But Peter kept smirking, now leaning against the wall and silently sipping his juice.

You on the other hand were fuming at the boy's behavior and sat on your table next to Mj, banging your tray on it.

"Jeez, don't you look ecstatic." She said, sarcastically.

"Can you not?" You pleaded and she raised her hands in surrender. "Parker?" She questioned, biting into her sandwich.

"Fucking Parker." You grumbled, eating your food.

"Just let him be, he's an idiot." Mj tried calming you down but you had it.

"No, no Michelle I cannot just let him be, he's such, such-" You waved your hands frantically, trying to find the apt word to describe the boy.

"-a self-entitled, annoying prat?" Mj completed, her words muffled because of being stuffed with food.

You sighed and laughed at her words "Among other things yeah." 

The rest of the day dragged on and you went back home after school ended. Your mother greeted you with a hug, just like she did everyday and you got into your room and collapsed on the bed.

You winced as a sharp pain shot through your forearm and glanced at the bandaged body part when you suddenly remembered about your half finished drawing and your head shot up from the bed

Drawings and art made you happy. You were very little when your mother told you about soulmates and its concept. You loved to use your body as your canvas, at first it was just the excitement of doing that but the soulmate thing added to your excitement and you made sure to draw something or the other everyday.

Your room was filled with your pieces, your speciality was nature. Landscapes and scenic views. You loved the idea of transferring your thoughts to your soulmate through your art. It was like you were communicating with them through your skin.

Guess you can call that a type of "skinny" love.

It was silly really. You coined the term after you knew there was spectator at the other end. This type of love was pretty pure in your thinking, because you don't know what the other is like or even looks like. You simply fall for their choice and will to try and reach the person they are destined to be with.

As you unbandaged your arm and grabbed your sharpie you noticed that your drawing was complete.

The lines were surrounded with little flowers and leaves all around them and were colored not in the best technique but the effort was all that mattered. 

A small smile appeared on your face as your cheeks bloomed with heat, knowing that they not only noticed, but appreciated your work and effort.

You traced the patterns of the drawings with your fingers for some time before a thought struck you.

You uncapped your sharpie and wrote, you had never tried to actually write something but it was worth a shot.

Hey

You wrote as you chewed on your lip hoping it won't be weird. You thought how creepy it would seem if you saw "hey" written on your forearm. You were about to smudge it off when you saw a hasty scribble right beside it. 

Hi hey whats up?

You smiled and took a breath before writing,

I'm fine, what about you?

You waited for a response and it came almost immediately.

I'm fine too, are you alright, you left the drawing incomplete.

Your heart warmed at their concern and you mildly squealed. You took a deep breath before responding.

Nothing, just a sprained arm.

And that's how you continued to talk through the night and just as you were about to go to sleep, you realized you hadn't even asked their name. You smacked your forehead in agitation and tried not to dwell on it.

Landing in detention and especially with you was definitely not on Peter's to-do list today.

You sat with your chest pressed to the back of the chair, chewing on your bubblegum as you looked at him from time to time, wondering if you should ask why he was in?

The detention video, starring Captain America himself played out on the screen in front of you, making you roll your eyes. You glanced at Peter once again, and finally curiosity got the best of you and you decided to go for it.

"So Parker, whatchu in for?" You asked, popping your gum and shifting your gaze to the brunet beside you.

Peter looked at you and sighed, "I called Flash a 'good for nothing, arrogant motherfucker' and Mr. Harrington was standing right behind me." He mumbled as you laughed at his bad luck.

"Oh c'mon, don't laugh." He pleaded, holding back a smile himself, but that just made you snort and laugh harder.

Peter couldn't hold back too and laughed with you, forgetting about all of his grudges against you. Once you two recovered from your laughing fit, he asked you why were you in, 

"Got in a fist fight with Brad." You replied casually. Peter's eyes widened and he remained silent before asking, "Did you win?"

"Oh hell yeah." You said, after an awkward silence of a few moments, you looked at each other and broke into laughter once again.

Since that day in detention, you and Peter became civil, which was sort of an understatement because you two were practically joined by the hip. Mj constantly teased you that you were associated with an annoying, self-entitled prat which you always dismissed with a wave of your hand.

Your talks with your soulmate continued as usual and you were always itching to know who he was but he never asked you so you let it go as well.

Everyday you would share how your day went and so would he.

My friend you know, the one I was enemies with, yeah shes great, we went skateboarding today, it was amazing, she taught me how to do it.

No way! I went skateboarding with my friend too and I taught him.

Wow, thats crazy!

Yeah your conversations were a little awkward but you found them sweet nonetheless. And let's just say there were a lot of coincidences like these.

Peter on the other hand felt guilty of not being friends with you earlier every single day. Now that he got to know you, he realized what an amazing person you were. 

And right now, as you sat in his room, while you two completed your homework, he just couldn't stop looking at you.

You looked to your left and saw his eyes on you instead of working, you snapped your fingers in front of his eyes and he came to.

"I'm that pretty huh?" You teased as the boy in front of you smirked.

"Just as pretty as me." He said and you gasped, holding your hands to your heart in fake hurt.

"That means I'm too ugly aren't I?" You said as Peter jaw dropped and he attacked you with tickles.

He didn't stop even when you felt tears of laughter kiss your eyes and your sides ached too much. You tried to resist and his pen left a mark on your cheek and your eyes widened when you saw an identical line on his too.

You shook him while calling his name and sensing the urgency in your voice Peter stopped his tickles and let you get up. 

"Do I have something on my cheek?" You asked and he nodded his head as your breath hitched.

"I think my pen left it-"

"We're soulmates."

Peter chuckled at your sudden outburst and shook his head, "Not funny y/l/n" He said.

"No, really you, you have a mark on your cheek too, the, the um, right one." You said breathlessly as Peter's eyes went wide and he touched his cheek.

After a few moments of silence he cleared his throat,

"You're a great artist."

"Thanks." You smiled lightly, all of it making sense, the coincidences, the familiar way of talking. You mentally facepalmed at your obliviousness.

"Look, since the time we've met we got off on the wrong foot and I would really start this over on a good note. So," He took a deep breath before continuing.

"I would like to take you on a date?" He made it sound more like a question but before you could respond, he started rambling.

"You don't have to, if you don't want to-"

"Peter,"

"-It's totally up to you, I'm not gonna-"

"Peter!"

"-force you or anything, it's completely-"

"PETER!" you cupped his face and made him look at you as his eyes finally met yours.

"I'd love to go on a date with you." You said, smiling softly.

"Its ok I don't mind if you don't- hold up you would?" He blabbered.

"Mhm" You hummed, letting go of his face.

"Great, amazing, brilliant. Delmar's at 5?"

"Perfect." 

He nodded slowly and exhaled a small breath. "Can I hold your hand?" He asked hesitantly, you didn't respond but smiled like an idiot and took his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers. He looked at you bashfully as he mumbled,

"This is nice."

Well, guess you can call it "skinny" love afterall.

[atlaese]

Homesick at space camp - b.b.

Summary: dying on a cold spaceship lightyears away from home wasn't what you expected Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader Words: 1.5K issa shorty TW: talking about violence, one (1) curse word, slight mental health mention, just pure angst ✨ A/N: hi lovelies 💗 this is for @belladonnabarnes june writing challenge ; i saw this prompt and i was so inspired i just couldn't stop writing until it was done lmao (yes i kinda avoided studying for a few hours whoops). hope you liked it!! (also check her stuff out; it's so so good!!!) EDIT: part two is now out!

MARVEL MASTERLIST | BUCKY BARNES MASTERLIST

Dying on a spaceship light years away from earth wasn’t the way you expected to go out. You always thought you’d die during a battle, your powers demanding too much of your body and getting to you, your heart going into overdrive before it would decide stopping was the only option - a final burst of light erupting from the depths of your soul. It could also have been an enemy driving a sword through your body because you were too focussed on saving Bucky, who was overpowered by aliens jumping around him. Dying that way wasn’t scary; it was an honourable way to go, in service of the world and saving your soulmate.

You also thought about dying in a natural way of old age even, after you had lived a fulfilling life, married to Bucky, a few kids running around who’d often give you a heart attack because they were just as skillful with knives as their father - or trying to be. You hoped you and Bucky would die within days from each other, the thought of being without him after a life long of love too much. The legacy of the love you had for each other would live on in your kids, eternal and soft. Bucky deserved a happy ending - you wanted to be the one who would give him it.

This way however, was the most horrible way you could imagine to go out. You hadn’t seen Bucky in so long, his soft blue eyes always on the forefront in your mind and you missed his touches at night, his calloused fingers running over your spine as his lips followed.

Bucky was still on earth, anxiety probably taking over every second and every breath as he had no way to contact you or to even know you were alive. He and Steve might even be planning a rescue mission to get you and Tony back from Titan, his every thought based on getting you back safely into his embrace, not ever letting you go on a mission without him, never again.

“Could I?” you gestured to the helmet Tony had been talking to. His eyes were red and his face fallen in. You had never seen Tony Stark like this - desperate and on his last few ounces of energy trying to get a message to Pepper.

Tony nodded and limped away, giving you some privacy to record the message no one ever wanted to record for their loved ones.

The helmet scanned your face and started the recording.

“uh, hey Bucky, it’s me,” your voice silently sounded through the confined space. It was hoarse and you didn’t want Bucky to remember you this way, but time was running out and you needed to get it done before your body burned through the last hours of oxygen.

“I don’t know if you’ll ever get this, but I’m recording it anyway,” you looked straight at the eyes of the helmet, hoping it felt like eye contact to Bucky.

“We’re stuck on this spaceship, it’s been like 20 days I think, and uh, tomorrow our oxygen will run out, so I guess this is goodbye.

“I uh, I love you so much Bucky-, James, I’m sorry I have to do it this way,” you sniffled, tears finding their way to the surface anyway, breaking through like waves crashing against the breakwater.

“uh, I know I always said I wasn’t afraid of anything, but-, but I’m terrified - it’s so dark here and it’s an endless void of nothingness and I just miss you so much,” the darkness in front of you wasn’t beautiful anymore.

It was something you and Bucky often did after a mission. You’d sneak off together, you clamped to him on the back of his motorcycle as he speeded off into the dark. There was this meadow close to the compound, just far away from all the light pollution that the stars in the galaxy could shine down on both your faces.

You’d lay down on the grass together, not even bothered to bring a blanket. You’d talk about the mission, get out your doubts if you did the right thing or talked about nothing at all.

His beating heart below you and the stars above you were your home. It was where you felt safe and loved in every atom of your being.

“Space isn’t as fun as we thought it would be,” a sad laugh tumbled out of you as you thought of the countless times you were in that meadow, fingers pointing up at the stars, hoping you could one day be among them.

“uh, I know it’s going to be hard on you when you realize I won’t be coming back from this little adventure, but- uh but please don’t isolate yourself,” you reached out, as if you were trying to touch his face, the scruff of his beard scratching your fingers.

“Reach out to Steve, to Sam, to Wanda, anyone, but please don’t-, please don’t go off the deep end.”

You tried to gather yourself again. This was maybe the last time he would ever hear from you.

“Ah, before I sign off,” you breathed out, a small smile finally present on your face, “I know you were thinking of proposing, but baby, subtlety isn’t really your thing.”

“Like, that one time we were having dinner at the compound, when everyone was out?” you remembered.

He had cooked you a really nice meal, he even put up string lights in the garden and lit a few candles.

Bucky had just pulled out dessert - homemade tiramisù - and his left hand was holding onto something in the pocket of his jacket.

You had an inkling what was about to happen, but you also didn’t want to spoil the surprise as he was an old soul, wanting to do it the old fashioned way probably.

Mere moments before he finally had gathered all his courage to drop on his knee, Natasha had busted in the compound, talking about some sort of attack again and Bucky had to pull his vibranium hand out of his pocket before he crushed the little box out of pure annoyance.

You bit on your lip as you looked at the helmet again, “just know I would’ve said yes, after dinner or during a battle or even in bed after you soothed me because anxiety fucks me up sometimes.

“I was always gonna say yes Bucky,” you laughed as you rubbed the tears away from under your eyes.

“You are my soulmate, through and through.”

You stared at the emptiness in front of you, “I’m less afraid now, Bucky. I know you’re safe on earth and that’s the only thing that will ever matter to me.”

You inhaled a deep breath before crawling a bit closer to the helmet.

“I guess that’s it, lover. I’m signing off here. These last few moments I’ll think about us, because you will always be the first and last thing on my mind.”

“I love you, Bucky,” you croaked out, before turning off the recording.

* * *

Hours later, a bright light shone into the spaceship. The lack of oxygen made you delirious. The light was warm and you thought this was what people saw before they passed away.

You were squinting at the light, hoping it wouldn’t hurt until you saw Carol’s face appearing, a small glimmer of hope igniting in the depths of your heart.

* * *

When the spaceship finally touched the ground, you tried your best to get up and run out of the ship, hopefully straight into Bucky’s arms, who would wrap around you so tightly that every bit of your broken heart would mend together. Back into safety, the only place home could ever be for you.

You fell down though, the lack of oxygen had taken its toll on your body and even though your knees were probably bruised now, the hurt of wanting to see Bucky again overpowered it.

Nebula helped Tony and you out of the ship and Steve immediately ran up to support him.

Your vision was still a bit hazy as you looked around, trying to find his familiar face. Pepper was there, so were Steve and Bruce and Rhodey.

“Where’s Bucky?” the sound that came out of your throat didn’t even sound like you anymore, like a mixture of pure distress and the realization that you hoped he wasn’t gone, like all the people you saw disappear on Titan in front of you.

“Where is he,” you screeched, your heart feeling like it would combust any second now. Every second you didn’t see his face was a second your heart was breaking even more.

Pepper came to stand next to you as she held your shoulders, “I’m so sorry, y/n.”

Her soft voice was the last thing you heard before your knees buckled and you fell to the ground a second time.

“Please, god no-no please,” you curled into yourself, trying to protect yourself from the hurt. But the hurt didn’t stop, it only got worse and worse as you looked up at the stars again.

The galaxy above you was the last thing you saw before you blacked out, every moment you had with Bucky flashing through your mind.

Part two

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Aisle 7

loved the way this one turned out hope you enjoy!

warnings: public oral sex, robbery, masturbation, overstimulation mention, etc, just regular smutty shit

Warren Lipka and you were inseparable. You were best friends, boyfriend and girlfriend, husband and wife, soulmates, enemies, lovers, but for most you were fuck buddies. You'd travel around together, even if that were to be across the globe or for a quick joint wrap to the nearest corner store. No matter what you guys' were up to the adrenaline was always there, leading you guys to do unholy things in the most unholy places. Even if that were to be in a church, a kids' playground or even in the middle of fucking nowhere, to clubs, reunions, rooftops or a stranger's left open garage. But there was one place you and Warren haven't tested yet, and it was very much needed to be checked out of your bucket list.

Waking up to Warren's angelic self laying beside you, taking a moment to breath in his masculine heaven sent scent and his beautifully unique facial features you soon realize a cute perfect curl resting on his forehead, using your finger tips to swipe it softly behind his ear so it doesn't bug him, hearing a soft groan fall out of his pink lips. Shifting a little, Warren pulled you in close to him wrapping his muscular arms around your bruised naked body, causing a small whimper to fall out of you as he accidentally held a little too hard on your contused waist, from your guys' long night.

"S-sorry." apologized Warren in his adorable morning voice, half awake kissing your shoulder caustiously, loosening his grip on you as you're now the little spoon. Warren wasn't the type to apologize, his way of apologizing was pleasing you through sex, he never wanted to show his vulnerability to you.

"Since when do you apologize, Warren Lipka?" you asked as he replied with "God. I love the way you say my name.." completely avoiding your question lifting his huge pointer finger to your lips to shush you nicely, still half asleep.

Getting up now and getting dressed for some food you look over at the man shifting aggressively looking for his most comfortable position peeking over at you discreetly, you ask him what'd he want from Dunkin's. "Gonna go to dunkin's, want a coffee, a bagle or something?" "Yeah.. no sugar and a bagle.. maybe get some wraps while you're out, hm?" Warren mumbled under his breath lazyly lifting an eyebrow to your sudden silence and unmovibility. "wanna come.. maybe?" you fill in the silence, in hopes to him agreeing since you feered going out alone.

Warren just strecthed and hummed pushing the blue striped covers to the side as he lazyly dragged himself out of the bed, unaware he was still butt naked from the previous night you rested your head on the windowsill, unable to keep your eyes off of his morning wood, in which was fully hard for you to see. Your arousal was soon arising, causing you to tighten your legs in amusement.

Clothed now, Warren points at the keys signaling you to pick them up and get the car running while he looks for some money he had misplaced. As you speed walked to your car, tripping along the way. You struggle to catch your breath as you sigh in sexual frustration. Even after your guys' long overstimulated night you couldn't bare the need of wanting more. So, unwilling of simply asking Warren to fulfill your needs you pull up one of his old nudes that you had saved on your phone, satisfying yourself quickly before he'd notice.

You groaned to yourself lowly as you massaged your clothed clit, not daring to take your eyes off of his nudes. So lost in the moment you hear a faded knock on your car's window, taking you by surprise. With the knocking fading in now, you look up to Warren who's eyes were lustfilled and lips were smirked signaling you to open the door and slide over to the passenger seat.

"I- I–" "Shh, princess." Warren shushed you as he buckled up his seatbelt, reaching out for yours and buckling it in for you also, his hand swiping pass your lower abdomen making you jump slightly.

The ride quiet and awkward you look over to him, only to catch your focus onto his hands now, which were swiftly and roughly operating the steering wheel. His hands veiny and pale, you zone out to only get zoned back in to a harsh grip onto your upper thigh.

"Dare or dare, Y/N?" Warren dares you, sharp stare suited on his eyes, which move from your own to the road in a rapid manner. "Bring it on, baby." you tease, knowing he had evil plans coming for you after what he's witnessed.

"Suck me off in the supermarket."

"What-"

Warren only chuckled to your reaction but he was dead fucking serious. This man is literally crazy. It amazed you how you've put up with him for all that time, but you matching his level of crazy you accept his dare, causing Warren to give your thigh a little slap as he parked in the empty parking lot an evil grin glued to his face. "I'll go in and order if you want." he tells you whislt shoving a couple hundreds in his green coat, you nod in response. Him now jogging into dunkin to place your orders as fast as he possibly could, he stops a little to give you a wink before going in, an evil ass wink.

As Warren took a little longer than usual you predicted that he were to be committing yet another crime, so you prepare to be his getaway driver for the third time that week, it only being Thursday.

Rolling your last blunt to waste some time, you spot Warren from the corner of your eyes running like a maniac towards your car, dozens of bags and coffee placers in hand, bright big smile suited on his face as he sped to the passenger seat. Throwing all the bags to the back seat he slaps your thigh repeatedly demanding you to go.

"Fuck Y/N! I fucking love you!" Warren yelled in between pants, the huge wide smile still placed on his face as he sweated like a pig, taking off his heavy green coat replacing it with a brown one to semi-cover his identity, as you guys sped off uncautiously manefesting a ticket.

"Yeah, yeah. I fucking love you too." you sighed in between giggles.

The adrenaline now going to its norm you feel a sharp familiar gaze on you. Keeping your eyes on the road, you hear Warren's breathing escalate inconspicuously, making your curiosity grow by the second you attempt to ask the man what was going on, only for him to shush you once again.

"Park right there." ordered Warren, pointing at a supermarket's uninhabited parking lot. You follow his orders instantly, carefully parking your car near some trees, making the parking lot appear more blank than what it should've been.

Warren's stare only intensified as you grew in curiosity. With him placing his huge hand on your thigh once again, you couldn't bare the need to kiss him, crashing your lips onto his sloppily to soon straddling ontop of him. Warren didn't hesitate to kiss back, placing his hands on your waist grinding his rising clothed boner onto your clothed pussy roughly.

"Fuck me.. baby please" you insist in between the makeout, panting pathetically against his shoulder, as you two humped for several minutes now.

"You owe me a dare, Y/N." replies Warren in between heavy grunts, referring to his previous 'Give me head in a supermarket' dare.

"But- bu-" "No ifs or buts Y/N, dare or nothing?" Warren teases giving you no other option,you needing all of him desperately you accept his dare getting off of him to unlock the car and walk out of it.

Warren only looked up at you in amusement, with the coincidence of you guys' being parked outside of a supermarket he only grew excited, jumping out of the car walking behind you exhilaratedly.

Now entering the unoccupied supermarket you look around to make sure there wasn't a soul around to witness the unholiness you were about to commit to. Not a single person around other than the 2 cashiers up front you grab Warren's hand and drag him down aisle to aisle speed walking almost, as you search for the most hidden aisle in the back of the supermarket.

"Aisle 7." you murmured under your breath as you pull Warren in for a kiss, the kiss transforming into a unconditional make out. Warren suddenly held onto your waist firmly once again as you kissed down his neck, him leaning his head back, giving you more access. You lose no time to fidget your fingers curling on his sweats strings, to massaging his shaft softly.

This producing some soft groans to fall out of your comrade's mouth you push him slightly onto the tide pod shelf behind him, lowering yourself smoothly. Your face now confronting his clothed member you look up to him in concern of getting caught. He only whispers "No cameras." to give you comfort.

Pulling down his sweats you are suprisingly tapped across your nose with your lover's tip, in which is leaking in precum, turning you on incredibly. Twirling your wet tongue around his reddened tip you take time to give his balls attention also, massaging them thoughtfully. "Oh fuck." moaned Warren to your delicate and thoughtful touch on him as he struggled to keep an eye out for anyone coming.

You sucked on him desperately, now allowing his shaft to torture your throat leisurely. The situation becoming heated by the time you lightly tap on Warren's thigh to shush him from his loud disturbing moans and groans, struggling to not come too quick.

"Come for me." you order, soon feeling a creamy warm liquid drip from your lips. You intentionally keep sucking to make his manly self beg for you to stop.

"W-wait." stuttered Warren, looking down at you with squinting eyes, you ignore him supposing he wanted you to stop overstimulating him, continuing since he hadn't said his safe word. "Y/N!" he called for you once more, causing you to annoyingly stop to face him.

"Camera.." was all he said, looking up to it nervously. You get up to face a security camera pointing directly at you guys.

"Well fuck, we can cross that off the list now, can't we?" joked Warren as you wanted to instantly die from embarrassment leaving through the emergency back door unable to look at the cashier after what you've just done.

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Kaz Brekker x Reader - Your What?! Part 1/2 (Soulmate au)

A/n: So I can't believe I'm doing this but... This a soulmate au! With Kaz fucking Brekker! I'm just going to cry in the corner now... I also decided to split this into two parts, so part 2 will be out tomorrow!

Warnings: language, mentions of trauma, mentions of the menagerie, mentions of death, I think that's it? You have been warned!

Summary: You and the crows are on a mission and your soulmate mark starts burning

All rights go to Leigh Bardugo, Netflix, and you! I just own the plot!

Soulmates are the bane of my existence.

You can say otherwise, tell me that I live in a wonderful world to have a chance to even meet my true love or whatever. Personally, I think it's bullshit.

Come on! Most people probably don't even meet their soulmate because the whole system is stupid! Maybe it was different billions of years ago when people couldn't have the same initials but now it's not about the initials.

It's about the pain.

Knowing the initials is just a slight sign to help you along your journey. The pain where those initials are is what it really is.

When your soulmate is hurt or in danger you mark will burn. Depending on the level of how much pain or danger they will be in it could feel like a mosquito bite... Or feel like your getting stabbed multiple times.

In my opinion well really... I don't give two fucks about it. It is what it is but the worst part about soulmate marks is when the person dies.

So when your soulmate is going to die, or is VERY close to death your soulmate mark fill start to flicker. Apparently it's worse then the normal pain you face with soulmates. When the person dies though...

In the case that your soulmate dies, the mark will slowly fade away causing you excruciating pain that could last YEARS. (Dramatic I know.)

That's what I used to think anyways.

When my sister finally escaped the menagerie I was ecstatic, but then she got dragged into the whole 'ice court heist,' so that was fun. In the time that everything happened I eventually got dragged down with her when Ketterdam was on lock down looking for criminals.

Then I found my soulmate.

Kaz fucking Brekker. Or Kaz Rietveld would be more correct, I guess.

After the whole heist was finally over we decided that fine, we could bond and we did. Being us, we didn't tell anyone not to stir up trouble, (we both had enemies) and because Inej Ghafa was my sister. Her and the others would be very protective of me.

Not like they can stop me though.

"Y/n." I snapped my head to look up to Kaz and he raise's an eyebrow at me.

"Don't kill Pekka." I roll my eyes at him. Since Kaz did tell me about his past I told him if he wouldn't kill Pekka I would.

Or at least his son.

I sigh. "Fine but don't expect me to give him a fucking birthday present."

"I never said you had too." Kaz says blankly and I almost grit my teeth together at the thought of Kaz having no emotions. Wow, people really don't know him. Though I guess that's the point.

The Crows and I start walking towards the warehouse-club and Kaz walks with me step by step. That must means he's worried because most times he doesn't even look at me when we're on a job to not show weakness.

Shit.

I brush my hand quickly up against Kaz's gloved ones and I give him a nod.

A promise.

A promise to make it out alive as long as he does. I step back and lower my pace so I'm not leading with Kaz anymore and I fall into pace with Inej and Nina.

My mind goes to when Kaz found out I was his soulmate. I had found out on when he went on a mission one time and I just... Didn't tell him.

*Flashback*

The walls of the Crow club all the sudden become suffocating as I stare intently at Kaz. I spin on my heels and dash out the doors tears filling my eyes. I don't even know where I'm running, I just needed to escape out of the Crow Club.

I need to escape the disappointment.

I slide down onto the wall of the alleyway feeling like a fool. How could I have ever thought someone like Kaz could love me. Regardless of the soulmate mark he didn't even know about.

I sense a someone is in front of me and I go to lift my head up and a man has me at gun point. I go to grab my knives. Shit. I curse every saint ever in existence. They aren't there. I don't even have a gun.

Bare fists I guess it is for me.

We turn in a circle and he clicks the safety off his gun and in a split second I duck when I hear a short, boom!

I growl in pain as a bullet goes through my shoulder and he goes to shoot again and...

BANG!

The man drops dead to the floor.

I turn around and behind me is Kaz holding a gun, but his face is in pain and worry is there as well, spread across his face more plainly then I had ever seen before.

"Your my soulmate." He mutters and I barely hear it. My chest heaves and I just nod my head not being able to speak.

He come's over and pause's right in front of me, just a foot away. Slowly, he takes off his gloves and he nervously takes my hand and laces our fingers together.

Then we start walking back to the Crow Club.

To a new future. Together.

*Flashback over*

"What do you even have against Pekka Rollins anyways, Y/n?" Inej questions me as we speed-walk to the warehouse where some Dime Lions are stirring up trouble.

My brain scrabbles to put something together but I have always been a efficient liar. No offense to my sister she's fantastic at what she does, but lying had never really been her thing.

"Rollins is a barrel boss." I shrug my shoulders seemingly uncaring even though there is so much more layers to it. But I guess I'm not lying.

Yet.

"So is Kaz." Nina points out but I already planed for that response.

"And we're dregs. Pekka is a big barrel boss, he scares off people from coming to the dregs. It's a problem and it's getting on our ass's." I grumble.

"I didn't know it mattered to you that much." Inej states. I wanted to scream in her face. He killed Kaz's brother! He almost killed Kaz! He creates monsters where ever he goes and tries to control them like caged lab rats! But I couldn't do that, so furiously I snap at her.

"Well it should to me, it's my job."

Nina and my sister both look at me weirdly, oh crap. They don't know I have basically the same authority as Kaz. Fuck.

*Flashback*

"Why give me a promotion? Isn't there other people who could use it? Who would do better than me?" I ask Kaz as he goes through the papers on his desk.

"I wouldn't trust anyone else to do it." He looks up to me and starts to get out of his desk. He goes to the door but before he can open it I grab his arm.

"I basically have the same power over the dregs that you do. I don't think that's a good thing."

Kaz just shrugs his shoulders and opens the door.

"What's a king without his queen Y/n?"

*Flashback over*

"Wait what?" Nina asks confused.

At least it goes off the topic of me hating Pekka Rollins with everything I have. Internally I sigh at my foolishness, I had only accepted Kaz's request recently, so no one really knew who was helping him out all the time.

*Flashback*

"Nemesis." The man whispers as I circle around him using the blinding light and the darkness to my advantage.

"Yes, and I get to decide if you live or die. Tell me, did you kill that little girl - Oh what was her name? Sarah was it?" I say loudly my voice confident and dangerous.

"No-no!" The sleaze ball yells and I throw one of my knives at his hand. The knife goes through his hand sticking it to the wall. The man screams out in pain.

"Liar." I hiss.

"Fine! Fine! I killed her!" He manages to scream out. "I killed her." He sobs as he says those three words again.

"Good." I say as I secretly pull a knife out behind my back into my right hand.

"I will grant you mercy." I whisper into his ear.

"Oh thank you!" The man sobs. "Thank you!"

I quickly slit his throat and he chokes on his blood for a few second and horror frames his face, before he falls to the ground.

Dead.

I hear a click of a cane and I whip my head around to face the one and only Dirtyhands.

"You know killing him was accepting my offer, right?"

"I know." I don't have to look at him to know a small smile that has become reversed for me, is sitting on his face.

Then I remember what he said to me when he first gave the offer. I turn to face him as I try to hide my smirk, and I look at him right in the eye.

"My Crow king."

And I turned and walk away.

*Flashback over*

"Well-" I start to say but I'm cut off from Jesper's very excited 'we're here!' Thank the saints though, because it gives me time to escape they're questions for now.

"You all know the plan."

Nina puts her hands on her hips. "Only the parts you deem important enough for us to know."

I nearly snort and a small smile grace's my lips. They really have no idea, well obviously some idea being that the ice court heist existed.

Kaz rolls his eyes and makes a go motion.

Inej goes to slip through the shadows but before she's totally gone I make eye contact with her before she leaves. It clearly says our conversation is not over and stay safe.

I suck in a breath, I always hate it when I have to say goodbye to anyone. Especially when that some person could die.

Running over to back of the warehouse, I pull my hood up trying to be the most concealed that I can be.

Wylan is going with Jesper to go make a distraction so they'll be going through the front doors. Nina will be going to go flirt to go get some extra info, perhaps steal some things on the way and wiggle her way into the top floor where the Dime Lions are. Matthias and Kaz will be going together with them posing as the warehouse-club guards. Inej will be going through the roof, while I'll be going through the back.

In the end everyone will get to the top floor so we can exterminate some Dime Lions, and get into the vault where a whole bunch of kruge is. Hopefully there will be enough so I can put my share's with Inej's so she can get that upgrade on her boat that she needs. It's not like I'm going to use the money to do anything useful, she deserved it and plus I intended to stay with this city.

I silently slide sneakily into the window, coming out of the other end with a knife in my hands. If I have learned one thing from living in Ketterdam, it's that you can never be too prepared.

I stay close to the wall as I see someone roll down the rope-ladder. I grin to myself,

Right on time Inej.

I climb up the ladder without fear of falling down even if the ladder was just made out of rope. I get to the top and Inej offers me a hand and I take it.

The top floor is basically empty except for some Dime Lions henchmen that are laying around, dead or knocked out.

Then, I guess there is also the vault full of kruge.

I look around the room everyone is here except for-

Kaz.

"Where's Kaz?"

Matthias looks a bit uncomfortable and guilty as he shifts nervously on his two feet.

"He said he had to take care of something and to just go."

I sigh, well I know he isn't in danger... Yet. My heart is screaming for me to go after him, but it wouldn't look good for Dirtyhands or Nemesis. Knowing Kaz he's probably fine, he would just want me to open this vault I guess.

The fact that my soulmate mark isn't burning is probably also a clear sign that he's fine.

Get yourself together Y/n.

"Can we open the vault without him?"

The others look mildly surprised at my response (excluding Nina, and my sister).

"You might be able to do it, your one of the best lock pickers there is. Only second to Brekker." Nina states.

I bit my lip and start to walk over to the vault. I let my hand fall over the lock. I let it feel the certain gears and the parts that make up the lock.

The shank of the lock would be easy enough to undo with some man strength to help pull that open. Though that would be the last step - I need to stop thinking too far ahead.

It's a very simple lock that any petty thief could probably do in 32 seconds flat. Besides the fact that it was absolutely ginormous to fit over a fucking vault.

"Inej I'm going to need some help!" I yell across the room to my sister who is in the shadows on a look out, to make sure no ones coming here.

She comes and strolls over to stand beside me. I put my hand up the lock, and I grab one bar and I move it to the side but I hold it there with my hands.

"Can you find the bar to the left and pull it up once?"

Inej does and I hear a huge click! ring through the room.

"We should wait for Kaz till we open it." Inej states and I nod my head in agreement.

"So while we wait." Nina start's talking... Oh no, that can't be good. "We should maybe share the fact that Y/n is Kaz's second hand!"

Angry courses of what! come throughout the room.

"The fuck does Kaz think with putting you in all that danger!" Jesper yells and I see Matthias nod along with him.

"I'm already in danger most of the times I'm Inej's sister!"

"You should have told us!" Nina shoots back.

"You guys are really talking about this while were on a heist!" I shoot back.

My soulmate mark starts to tingle a bit but I ignore it, being that this conversation will most likely take a lot of energy.

"It still puts you in unnecessary danger." Inej and Wylan point out.

Fury rakes through my body. Who are they to tell me that's it's 'dangerous'?! I live in fucking Ketterdam!

"I don't know if you haven't noticed, but I'm not a doll! I can take care of myself! And you can't say anything because 60% percent of you guys don't even fucki- Ahhh!" A string of curse leave my mouth as I collapse against the vault.

"Y/n!"

To be continued...

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