#give my fem 4 fem yuri

[lun3ria]

canon rhaenicent i will always understand you

[shoyoist]

[♡] ── 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐒 : vi x reader

SERIES MASTERLIST.

▄︻デ══━一 SYNOPSIS: after vi and caitlyn split up and vi returns to zaun, she becomes entangled with you, a loner from the underground that only wanted to reclaim her after her 'fall' and nothing else — until she inevitably, unknowingly stole your heart. vi is heartbroken, pent up with grief and rage, and she finds a (temporary?) home in your arms. and you're torn between two options — pretending you don't give a damn till vi gets a grip on reality (or goes back to wherever she came from), or give her a taste of what real love feels like.

series content warnings: NS₣W 18+ content. fem reader, pit fighter!vi, fwb dynamic. not very plot heavy, but it's there. strangers to lovers to enemies to lovers, slow burn + second chance trope, hate-love relationship. angst. some descriptions of violence here and there, it's arcane yk. semi toxic yuri :P p.s. this isn't going to be a long series, just 4 / 5 parts max because i don't like writing series that are too long.

-ˋˏ✄ PT 1: HOME TIME.

-ˋˏ✄ PT 2: DANCEFLOOR.

-ˋˏ✄ PT 3: TBA

-ˋˏ✄ PT 4: TBA

-ˋˏ✄ PT 5: TBA

send me an ask to be tagged in new chapters! shoutout to my girlfriend @4rlekino for proof reading and for insisting upon the series title ! 🌷

[kanguin]

Apropos of nothing, here's my top 15 anime and whether the story would be improved if you made the main character a trans girl:

1. That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime - You can't transition Rimuru in a way that matters, but honestly if Rimuru did start to ID as a woman over time, that would be cool. Unlikely though considering his human form is the body of Shizu, so a fully fem form would feel pervy to Rimuru.

2. Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood - Well it'd certainly make the title funny if you made Edward into Edwina. And it'd make Ed/Winry into yuri. But honestly it'd change very little imho. Though it would be interesting to explore transition in a world where alchemy exists, but just in a different story. Might make for a fascinating post-canon fanfic?

3. Mushoku Tensei: Jobless Reincarnation - Oh god would it. The story is already focused on exploring identity and already has dysphoria when a god he talks to forces him into his pre-reincarnation body on the astral plane. Making Rudy into a polyamorous trans lesbian would literally be peak and elevate the story so much.

4. Kaguya-sama: Love is War - You know what? Yeah. I can vibe with making Miyuki Shirogane trans. It would add another layer of intrigue to the story AND make it gay. It could even be funny if Kaguya or Chica found out before Shirogane did. Wait. No. It would be hilarious if YU ISHIGAMI found out first, and just, assumed Miyuki was closeted, and not just, clueless. Yes this could add so much entertainment value.

5. Dungeon Meshi - Lord almighty get this autistic furry a choker and some estrogen, stat. I make it no secret how I feel about the Trans Touden Sisters interpretation.

6. Dandadan - Make Okarun and Jiji trans girls and make the main cast a messy polycule and sign me the FUCK up please! It would be so funny and so much fun. I NEED this version of Dandadan. It'd be even funnier considering how much is focused around Ken's junk and him being partially possessed by an old lady.

7. Overlord - NGL I'm not even sure anything would change if you made Momonga into a trans woman. She'd act the exact same, and so would everyone else. Interesting for sure, but fruitless, ultimately.

8. My Dressup Darling - Crack? Crack cocaine? Do you realize how amazing it would be to make this into a story about a gyaru girl pulling a closeted trans girl excitably out of the closet?! This would make this so much cuter than it already is, I think I'd EXPLODE.

9. How a Realist Hero Rebuilt the Kingdom - It wouldn't change much narratively, but the world could always use more stories with polyamorous trans lesbians as the protagonist.

10. The Faraway Paladin - Wouldn't change much honestly, but it would be cool. Tbh Season 2 Will looks like a stealth/closeted trans girly already.

11. Mob Psycho 100 - Again wouldn't change much but would be fun. Put Mob on estrogen and watch her transform from anxiety autism failboy to anxiety autism failgirl. And then still be the kindest person in any room.

... Okay though, on second thought, getting to see her go ???% on a transphobe would be cool as shit.

12. One Punch Man - another no change case. One Punch Woman. She has boobs now. She probably transitioned in like a day somehow.

13. My Hero Academia - I think putting Midoriya on estrogen would fix the show actually. Maybe also put the writer on estrogen just to be sure. (joke)

14. Kill la Kill - Making Ryuko Matoi a trans girl would actually be really cool, especially with her challenging establishment, with the themes of clothes being a restrictive aspect of society, and with her gay romance with Mako. I've seen so many trans girls on Tumblr with Ryuko's exact shameless, confident personality, I just know it'd be epic.

15. Cautious Hero: The Hero is Overpowered but Overly Cautious - It would change little about how Seiya acts, but realizing she's trans would definitely give Ristarte's bisexual ass a nosebleed. Though Seiya would probably be ultra mega hyper closeted behind numerous mystic barriers, so that'd be fun to explore.

[umeqii]

Emily x goth!black cat!reader who has a soft spot for animals and poetry? I love your humor and writing smm icon behaviour :))

GANG I AM SO SORRY 4 SUCH A LATE POST BUT IM GONNA TRY N GRIND THRU EVERY REQUEST I GET :///..

n also i lwk might come back 2 change the way i set this out bc it looks goofy asf ☠️☠️

fandom ; class of '09

character ; emily

reader ; gn (implied fem tho bc of the meeting)

creator ; umeqii

warnings ; tbh prolly is angst bc it refers 2 the OD ending, death mentions, SH mentions, drug usage, pedophila idk co09 regular stuff

emily had first realised your existence ig when it was that one scene where jecka and nicole were skipping, then emily and kelly came in trying to sell addys and then megan and ari joined.

y'know that one, right?

yeah you were with ari and megan skipping on a test

you tried telling them this bathroom wldve been full but they didn't listen smhh

anyways when you went in, it was clear that basically everyone minus your two friends were staring at you, which you were used to, so you didn't really mind

but kelly ended up giving you a smile and a small wave, aswell as you did back

you guys sat next to eachother in thr majority of classes so you ended uo becoming friends even despite how different you guys were in terms of personality and looks

the others lwk js ignored ur existence but they did comment on ur choice of style once not in a bad way tho..!! (nicole smh)

as your eyes scanned the room, you locked eyes with emily and instantly looked away bc nuh uh chat u ARE NEVER catching me lacking 😭😭🙏🏼🙏🏼

but yh icba 2 keep writing abt allat

she really did like ur style and was lwk like "waiittt whos that diva 💜💜" ygwim???

so after her n kelly left, she asked her friend abt who u were heh...

was lwk gnna say it was ur y/n moment until i remembered u r y/n but yk

kelly js sed smth like "oh them? yeah that's y/n. they're cool. their style's like.. cute... i guess? just not somethin' i would wear. overall a nice person. we make fun of jeffery together."

y/n huhhhh

cute name heh...😉😉😐😐

okay yh headcanons

as im typimg this its 8th december guys i js realised how late this was finna be posted srry chat!!!!

u

u guys got tgth after u were smoking pot under the stairway and that goofy ahh counsellor came to tell ym off or wtv

but emily was liek "SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU BITCHASS PEDOPHILE" or smth!!!

and she started 2 run away and she grabbed ur arm and u guys hid in a bathroom stall and like made out idrk

yh shes highkey rlly rich and so she noticed how u rllyyyy like animals so she wld buy u black cat plushies or raven ones

u guys were yapper x listener 💞💞

do u guys c where im going w this!!!

"y/n. ur super cool and pretty and handsome. sry i cant be here anymore. ilysm. i wish i cldve done this with u but i cant. ur 2 pretty to die and u have 2 keep living. i wish i cldve been more like you U r so pretty 2 look at and you were always chill and u saw the best in everyone even fucking wierd ass bitches like jeffery and thats why I made out with u that day bcuz I knew i wld be happy with u. ur names on my thighs and left arm btw. wouldve done my righy arm 2 but im right handed lols. i luv u so much babe ❤️"

doomes yuri!!

anyways

u guys weren't exactly toxic

u were js toxic ppl

(mostly ems)

u wld read her poetry and teach her some other ways of calming down which weren't so unhealthy and it sld sorta help??

atleast thats what u thought lmfao!!!

ym r scene x goth

if u wear trad goth makeup u wldve totes let her do it 4 u

and she wld let u practice on her aswell

it was always fun and perfect when u wld contour her button nose and she wld start laughing and flashing her shark looking teeth

u miss it

[birdies-aus]

Okie dokie sending it here because idk why I'm nervous I just is lol but okay okay

Hot nights and Wally a walking furnace and Kori and alien I headcanon also overheats hence her outfits showing a bit more skin, and in the middle poor Dick is suffering but will not leave Bec he literally can't Wally is a octopus of a cuddler in his sleep he's trapped lol

Catboy Dickie Bec like, it so cute and Kori being a cat girl both just ugh!! So the braiding each other hair and adding bells and bows and Wally feeling left out being so sad so they do it to him.

Yuri times, cute little picnic dates??? In cute dresses??? And they're having fun??? Pog

Butch Kori and femme fem Dick, idk what to do more than I like it, and vise versa too if you enjoy differents

Only au of mine I'll add is Mei Dick and Kori are besties in it and still talk after Dick sold his soul to Lucifer, they still have frequent hangouts in a field of flowers even tho it doesn't exist anymore on earth, that's not a prompt tho just thought I tell ya because I'm rambling ahhhhhh

Protect the bird ^

And one angst prompt that been a fic in the making,,, Wally coming back from the mind trip of the speed force having to tell himself he's still here, and when the panic attack is coming on he called Dick to talk but.... He's off planet and he's about to lose it needing to talk to someone to tell him he's not on the speed force this ain't a trick.

And last idea, this is an au of mine but works with vampire king or reg vampire, Dick refusing to drink blood because he doesn't want to hurt his love ones but his two favorite gingers are trying to make him drink something because he needs to feed!!!

Okie dokie I go idk why I was nervous idk brain is being weird but uh yeah

Have a cookie 🍪 for putting up with this lol

out of all of these ideas my hands have given u butch4femme yuri dickkori doodle sluggy.. i used my friends ipad 4 this and on a sidenote i rlly hate using procreate lol

ANYWYAS ON TO THE ITHER THINGS YOUVE DROPPED FOR ME (i might doodle things 4 u more later just god my hands have not been working recently lol)

ill do a read more so i dont annoy anyone with long posts

i lobe the idea of both wally and kori running warm which is really nice for dick who gets cold easily- unless its in the summer somewhere where it gets like 100° but he still would never give up being able to cuddle his favorite people no matter how warm it gets trust trust meeee

Wally just pouts at catboy n catgirl dick n kori n then hes pulled into thwir little self care pile and he gets a little make over two- WHICH THE AFTER MATH WILL DEFINITELY BE SOMETHING I DRAW ACTUALLYYYYTT that sounds so cuute itll be its own post ill tag u in tho

okok but like my yuri cowgirl au but kori kidnaps her girls sometimes to take them out on a picnic date outside of town n sometimes it turns into a little-

williows never to be trusted with horse riding/steering bc she trues to go as fast as possible (without hurtting or straining the horse ofc) btw

Its a very common sight to see kori or willow dragging robin somewhere after catching her in rope btw its do silly in my head- its how they make sure shes taking care of herself and not getting caught up in mystery shenanigans

Aahhh kori n dick in ur mei au making flowercrowns togetherr hehe

kori n wally being over protective over their favorite birdd ♡♡♡♡

CRYINNGGF AT U FOR THE ANGST yk dick would panic when he gets home and hears a worrying voicemail from wallyyyyy sluggy pleaseee

ALSOOOO thats my favorite trooe in vampires but BUT ALAOSOOOO if wallys still a speedster hes like the best canidate for dick to drink blood from bc the guy would be able to replenish his blood quicker than a normal human meaning dick would be ablw to actually be full sometimes which would be very niceeeee-

[stellar-constellations]

An Alliance (Part 4)

        Fem! Spy! (Y/N) x Yuri Briar

        Parts: One, two, three, current part, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten (to be continued when Spy x Family has more Yuri content!)

        (Y/N) is given her own backstory that is important for the story!

        The setting for this story is based off West and East Germany's (because Spy x Family is heavily based off Germany in the 1940-1950) laws (or at least replicated to the best of my abilities since it's unknown what time period Spy x Family is exactly in, we'll go with 1950 for the sake of this story). 

        Historically-accurate women misogyny and mistreatment! Only small comments and historically-accurate laws (replicated to the best of my ability). 

        The story, plot, and settings might not match up to the Spy x Family manga as it's not completed and the manga is still being crafted.

        This series contains spoilers for the manga and anime!

        I followed the first and second-lieutenant down the city hall hallway, holding our heads up high and walking with purpose. I tried to appear confident but I wasn't quite sure if I was as convincing as Briar and lieutenant—I look like a joke compared to them and it's all cause of my height (I'm sorry if you're not under 5'10").

        I mentally glared at Briar and lieutenant.        

        If I was taller, people would take me more seriously. Maybe if I was 6'6", Briar would stop being a jerk.

        I ignored the thought we entered an open-door room. Immediately, Jim was nervous.

        "D-do you people need something?!" he spoke, nervous in his seat.        

        Tsk-tsk. You're already acting like you know why we're here.

        The lieutenant showed Jim his SSS badge, then spoke: "We're from the State Security Service. Jim Hayward, correct? You're under arrest for suspicion of espionage."

        Me and Briar both walked behind him and grabbed his arms.

        "Y-you think I'm a spy?! Hey, wait!" he exclaimed as we dragged him as he tried sliding his feet on the floor.

        People gathered around, shocked and scared at the scene they're witnessing

         Wussies. And why the hell is everyone here? Does nobody know how to mind their damn business? I thought, my anger starting to raise as we were being gawked at by noisy bystanders. 

        "Stop this! Let me go!" Jim protested.

        "Shut up. You can give your story back at HQ." Lieutenant spoke. 

        Thank you. I was about to tell him off in a much more unprofessional way. 

        We dragged him to an armored van, throwing him in the back as me and Briar closed the door and opened the backseat doors, hopping in as first-lieutenant jumped in the passenger-seat. 

        "Drive to HQ." Lieutenant ordered the driver.

        The driver nodded as he sped off. I softly sighed and leaned my head on Briar's shoulder. 

        "Get. Off..." he harshly muttered, nudging me away from him.

        I glared at him, sticking out my tongue before leaning back on his shoulder.

        "I don't wanna..." I muttered back.

        "I don't care what you want..." he quickly retorted.

        I mentally whined, leaning off of Briar and huffing as I crossed my arms and legs to show I was angry.

        "Thank you for your assistance today, you two." The lieutenant spoke, causing me and Briar to both jump slightly, forgetting that he was here. 

        I looked up and saw him staring at us from the driver mirror. 

        "T-thank you, sir!" Briar quickly spoke, nodding his head in respect. 

        "Y-yes! Thank you for allowing me to accompany you both on this mission." I smiled, nodding my head too. 

        I didn't really want him to assume I was being disrespectful or naive; this guy kind of scares me.

        .

        .

        The Director waited outside of the interrogation room with me and Briar, waiting for any word from the lieutenant. 

        "Second-lieutenant Briar and female-lieutenant Mrs. Briar." The Director acknowledged, then looked at Briar. "Show your wife how it's done." The Director spoke, placing a cigar in his mouth.        

        Briar smiled, his eye twitching as I mentally gagged. We didn't say nothing since other officers were around us.

        "Yes, sir!" he saluted as I quickly copied his actions, "I'll give this my best shot!" he smiled, his eyes darkening as I mentally eyed him, confused with his sudden confidence in this.

        Is there something up his sleeve?

        We both walked into the dark room, seeing Jim facing the wall and at Lieutenant. A man sat in a nearby desk, documenting everything on paper as he wrote. 

        "Good work, Lieutenant. The boss asked me to switch in." Briar spoke.

        "Okay. I'll leave him to you two." Lieutenant spoke, a cigarette in his mouth as he stood up and patted Briar's shoulder.

        He walked over to me and patted me on the head. I watched him leave the room, visibly shocked and glaring holes into the back of his head.

        What'd he do that for?! Why didn't he pat me on the shoulder like Briar? Was that his way of saying he doesn't respect me as he does to Briar? Did he do that cause I'm a woman? Was it because of the height difference? I know Briar's more his height but the audacity of that man!

        Briar took a seat in front of Jim as I decided to watch a few steps away, watching closely to see how different he decided to take the approach as he did to me the first time we met.

        "Hello there, Mr. Hayward." Briar spoke, taking off his hat and taking a seat, just as he did when we met yesterday.

        "...I have nothing to say." Jim sighed.

        I took a good look at his face and did my best not to cackle.

        I guess being a woman isn't that bad if I don't get tortured like him. I thought to myself.

        Mr. Hayward had a completely bruised and swollen left eye, his face bruised and bloody as blood trickled from his nose and mouth (he was also missing a tooth). His arms and hands were burnt with cigarettes; I was able to tell from the specific blisters swelling up a pale red and the container containing smushed cigarettes (also because lieutenant walked out with a cigarette in his mouth). 

        "Listen to this!" Briar spoke excitedly, leaning on the table. "After this, I'll be going to congratulate my sister on her wedding!" 

        Now that caught me off guard.

        We're going to visit Briar's sister? I thought, before immediately shaking my head. Of course I'm not. Briar would never trust me around his dear sister, he doesn't even trust me to make coffee without running! Not to mention he gags just at the thought of us being legally married, so there's no way he's making me see his sister. He'll probably just drop me off in the Director's office.

        That thought made me angry. I wanna meet her! I want to know if she's a jerk like Briar or if she's nice!

        "I haven't even seen her for so long! I can't wait!" Briar cheered. 

        "Uh...okay..." Jim spoke, confused.

        "She's so kind and beautiful! I've always been so proud of my sister." Briar continued on.

        I silently-huffed, crossing my arms as I showed my distaste. 

        Why he is so excited? It's just family? If my family was still alive, I'd be visiting them every weekend! It feels like I have competition for Briar, and I hate it.

        Competition? For Briar? I mentally gagged. No, no. I just don't want him to get distracted. Maybe if he realizes his sister knows about me, he'll kill me because he's so ashamed of his sister finding out about me! I'm not worried about fighting for his attention! That would be childish of me.

        Yeah...childish...

        Just the thought of imagining this kind, beautiful, older sister of Briar's just left a disgusting, bitter taste in my mouth that not even plain black coffee or aloe could compete too. 

        I'm not jealous! I thought, tapping my boot on the ground to cope as I bit my cheek harder. 

        "Um, but...I..." Jim was utterly confused, just like me.

        "Oh! And she even works at the same office as you!" Briar beamed.

        The financial department in city hall? Is that why Briar wanted to know who I met when I was at city hall for a recent mission? Wow! He must really hate me if he doesn't want his sister to even know of my presence!

        I bit my cheek even harder, my foot tapping more rapidly as I started to dig my nails into my arms. 

        "That reminds me, I really need to call her office soon! Actually, I still haven't told her I'm coming..." Briar spoke, looking at the watch on his wrist. "Anyways, I'd like to finish this up and clock out. So how about you just tell me everything real quick?" Briar smiled. 

        "T-there's nothing to tell! This whole accusation is bullcrap!" Jim shouted.

        I watched as Briar pulled that yellow envelope out of his pocket that he collected from his office earlier. He emptied out the contents of it, showing pictures of Jim Hayward giving a man with a trench coat, suitcase, and hat a folder. 

        Ooo. Red-handed! I thought, resisting the urge to gasp. Wait, where did he get those if he didn't know about Jim yesterday?        

        "These are photos of you handing over the documents. That is you, right, Mr. Hayward?" Briar smiled contently. 

        "Hold on! You! Why weren't these photos in evidence until now!?" the man documenting this shouted, hastily writing with one hand as he looked at Briar, holding a photo of Jim Hayward committing treason in his other hand.        

        "Sorry, I forgot to turn them over. Ha ha." Briar smiled. 

        I eyed him suspiciously but decided not to say anything until later. 

        Hayward looked down and scoffed in defeat. He stayed quiet for a minute before speaking. 

        "...All I did was make copies of the documents they asked for and leave them at the designated location in exchange for cash." He admitted. "It's true that I don't know anything about the other man. Not even his name. Just that he's from the West." 

        Briar immediately looked at me, causing me to mentally scoff and shake my head: "He said a man; not a woman." I said with my eyes. "Wasn't me."        

        Briar looked back at Jim. "Did you notice anything unusual about him? The way he speaks? Body language? Maybe just an uncomfortable feeling? For example, did anything about him not match his apparent age?" Briar questioned.

        "I'm not sure... I don't remember anything like that..." Jim spoke. 

        "Alright then." Briar sighed, leaning his head on his hands. "Have you ever heard the name...Twilight?" he questioned. 

        Twilight again? Really? He should really change his codename or something since all of SSS knows that name. He must've slipped up and had a witness if his codename got in the hands of SSS. I wasn't even a known spy until that mole screwed me over. I thought, mentally scoffing. If I ever meet the bastard that got me in this situation, I'll do WISE a favor and execute the mole. 

        "Huh? Whose that?" Jim questioned.

        "A spy from the West. A master of disguise. And a villain who would throw this country into chaos. You could call him a natural enemy of an organization like ours." Briar explained.

        I mentally rolled my eyes. And here he goes again with his caveman talk of "West bad! East good!"         

        "S-so you'd let me off the hook if I help you catch him...?" Jim questioned, a hope in his eyes and tone. 

        "Well, do you know anything?" Briar questioned, serious as he leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms.

        "H-hold on, I'm remembering something..." Jim spoke, making me cock an eyebrow at his obvious lie.

        "Do keep in mind that feeding us nonsense will only add to your crimes." Briar pointed out.

        "...C'mon! I wasn't trying to hurt anyone! I just wanted some pocket change to mess around with girls! Honest!" Jim cracked. 

        "Don't you have a wife though...?" Briar questioned, judgment in his voice. 

        I resisted the powerful urge to slap Jim in the back of the head and scream my head off about his behavior and motivations. 

        "You're a man, you know how it is! Don't you want to sow your oats?" Jim spoke, trying to defend himself very poorly. “All I did was lose some scraps of paper, right? That’s not treason, right? You’ll let me go, right?” Jim spoke, smiling nervously as his eyes widened.

        “You know, Mr. Hayward. I’m keeping my job at the SSS a secret from my sister. After all, you can never be too careful in this line of work. But more importantly…” Briar reached into his pocket and grabbed black gloves as I leaned closer to see what he was about to do.

        “I don’t want her to know how much dirty work I have to do.” He spoke, quickly grabbing Jim’s head and slamming it down on the desk. 

        I jumped, gawking as the transcriber looked back to make sure I was alright, to which I nodded to as I observed closely from a different distance as I took a step back.

        “What you’ve done, Mr. Hayward, is absolutely treason.” Briar spoke, keeping Jim’s head down. “Maybe to you it was just a scrap of paper. But do you realize how many of our civilian’s lives you put in danger? Unlike you, I love my family. I love my sister. And I’ll do anything to protect the country she lives in.” Briar spat out harshly.

        Aw. That’s kind of cute but definitely not the time right now. I thought to myself.

        “Anything.” He spoke sinisterly, leaning forward and darkening his voice. 

        Yeah, not so cute anymore. I thought to myself.

        Briar sighed and looked back to the documenter. “Was that enough of a confession?” 

        The transcriber nodded, giving him a thumbs up. 

        “Good work, sir.” He spoke.

        Briar stood up, removing his hand from Jim. Jim shot up immediately and stared at him, shocked and shitless out of his mind.

        “W-what happens to me?” Jim questioned.

        “Oh. You’ll be going away for a very, very long time.” Briar smiled, removing his gloves. “But that doesn’t bother you, right? You won’t see your wife ever again, so what’s the problem?” 

        “H-hey! Wait! You can’t just leave me!” Jim spoke as Briar walked towards me.

        “You got him, right?” Briar questioned towards the transcriber.

        “Yep. Have a good day, sir.” He answered.

        Briar walked out, closing the door as I followed behind him, keeping a slight distance in case he was still mad. 

        “Did I scare you?” he questioned.

        “Yeah.” I admitted. “But your strength was kind of hot.” I spoke, causing Briar to whip his head around so damn quickly.

        “I—! You! You can’t just say that out of nowhere, especially at work!” he shouted, causing me to laugh. “My strength is to provoke fear, not…that!” he spoke.

        “I was just being honest?” I spoke, tilting my head and acting like I did nothing wrong.

        “Yeah? Well, keep those thoughts to yourself.” He huffed, his face red as we continued walking down the hallway to the Director’s office.

        We knocked, which was answered by an “enter.” 

        “Here you two are! My favorite workers!” he smiled. 

        I ignored the slight pride in my chest as the praise as Briar and I saluted. 

        “We got the confession from Jim Hayward.” Briar said.

        “Wonderful! I knew you could it, Mr. Briar. And how was the lesson, Mrs. Briar?” The Director asked me as me and Briar cringed.

        “Eh. It was…amusing and something I’m glad I didn’t miss.” I smiled, eyeing Briar as he huffed, his face going red.

        “I got a question for you, sir.” I spoke up.

        “It better not be something stupid.” Briar mumbled to me.

        “Why do I got the hat? I mean, it’s cute and all, but isn’t it for lieutenants? That, and it has roses.” I questioned, pointing at the hat.

        “It’s cute. And you’re our first female lieutenant. Who knows, we could have a female branch in the SSS and you’ll be in charge!” The Director spoke, fantasizing.

        “Segregation.” I pointed out.

        “But it’s not discriminatory.” The Director smiled.

        “Not in your book...” I grumbled, crossing my arms.

        “It’s a cute look. At least I didn’t give you the pink uniform, I was really contemplating it too.” The Director sighed, causing me look at him disgusted.

        “Yeah. Thanks for not ordering that pink uniform.” I sighed.

        “Actually, I’d think it’d suit you.” Briar chuckled.

        “You think?” The Director questioned, excited as he smiled.

        “No!” I retorted.

        “Yes. Especially because it’ll match your stuffed bun—“ I elbowed Briar hard in the stomach, causing him to double over and groan as the Director immediately decided to not laugh. 

        “That wasn’t cute…” Briar wheezed out as I smiled.

        “Sorry, honey.” I chuckled as Briar groaned, rolling his eyes as he stood up straight. 

        “Well, we should get going and clock out.” Briar spoke, a smile on his face (probably from thinking of his sister).

        “Oh, you’re not going to ditch me here?” I questioned. 

        “No? I mean, it’s a good idea.” Briar spoke. "Do you want that?"

        “Don’t leave me!” I immediately shut down the idea. “I just thought since you’re going to visit your sister you’d hide me.” I spoke.

        “Your visiting your sister?” The Director spoke. “That’s cute. Meeting your in-laws already.” 

        “Yeah. Couple goals.” I spoke sarcastically. 

        “Who said I was going to leave you? I have to make sure you don’t do something stupid. But there will be rules.” Briar stated.

        “Yes, sir.” I spoke, saluting, then looked at the Director. “Bye, Director, sir.” I spoke, bowing as Briar said his own goodbye.

        We walked out of the office and down the many hallways, getting to the outside of the locker rooms. He told me to"wait here", then grabbed our bags from his locker since I don't have my own locker yet.

        “Alright. I’m going to go change in the locker rooms, you go change in the fitting rooms there. We will meet right here. If you are not here in five minutes, I’ll pull this alarm right here and the whole building will go in lockdown.” Briar explained, pointing to a red button with a glass case surrounding it.

        “Okay.” I nodded. 

        I grabbed my bag that Briar handed to me and I walked to the changing room, quickly changing into my black long-sleeved shirt, black tights, dark gray shorts, and my black shoes. I stuffed my uniform into my bag and walked out of the room, stopping at the spot me and Briar agreed to meet at and waiting for him. 

        “Took you long enough.” I spoke playfully as he walked to me. 

        I grabbed his hand and held it, then made our way to the parking lot.

        “We’re going to go stop by a bouquet before we get there.” Briar spoke, and I nodded.

        We entered the car (with no tomfoolery from Briar) and shoved our bags in the backseat. We had a quiet and peaceful moment of silence, Briar drumming this fingers on the steering finger as I looked out the window. The sun was setting already.

        Has it really been that long? Today felt so short and…strangely fun? I thought. That’s weird. I’m not supposed to be enjoying my time with the enemy. I should be finding a way back to WISE's HQ before they realize I’m alive and working with the enemy. 

        “Yuri.” Briar suddenly spoke.

        I looked at him, confused. 

        “What?” I questioned.

        “My first name is Yuri, my last name is Briar.” He sighed.

        I looked at him, surprised as I blinked.

        “Don’t think you earned it—because you didn’t. But my sister doesn’t know about us at all; I just told her today that you’re my wife and that you’re coming with me for our visit.” Briar, no, Yuri, spoke.

        I smiled, my heart swelling at how he didn’t say “wife” with any sort of disgust or regret, simply stating it as if it was second nature.

        “My sister also doesn’t know about our jobs as the SSS, and she’s not allowed to know either. If you tell her, it’ll be a breach of the contract and I’ll execute you—with or without permission from the Director. My sister means more to me than my job or your life because of all she’s done for me. I won’t allow you to disrespect or take her kindness to your advantage. You will follow my lead.” Yuri spoke.

        I hummed, nodding to show I understood as I looked out the window, the sky darkening.

        “Yuri, Yuri…” I muttered. “I really love your name, Yuri. I think it suits you.” I admitted, turning my head so he could see my honesty as I smiled.

        He huffed, grumbling out a "thanks" as he hid his face.

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My fashionable darling: yandere Robin x black fem oc x Yandere Nami.

Ok, so I had this idea about a rich and popular yandere Robin and Nami, so I was like why not make one. This is about a certain girl named Andrea Perez whose fashion sense is different from everyone in the school which makes her a victim of bullying and those who bully her are two girls named Nami and Robin who are the wealthiest and popular students in New World high. The two girls develop an obsession with Andrea. Will she be able to get away from them or will she spend the rest of her life with them.

The next chapter. The rest of the chapters.

Warnings: This is a Yuri story and if you are not comfortable with that then I suggest you not read this, bullying, fashion shaming, and more because this is a yandere story, and also the starwhats personality are going to be off and Nami and Robin are going to be bitches in this story and also Andrea is too. And I don't know a certain amount of money in berries, so I'm going with dollars. The starwhats and Andrea are seniors in high school.

Chapter 1. So, you're going to let this bitch take my spot?

(Andrea POV)

I woke up to my little sister JM snatching the covers off of me like I did something wrong.

Andrea, did you forget we have school today and also the light bill is due and Joey gives us one hundred dollars for it, so we will need to collect some of our money together to pay it.

Joey is our big brother who takes care of us because our parents died when JM was one year old and I was about 4 and Joey was 11 years old in a car crash.

But, he isn't around that much because he is still in school to become a doctor. He works part time which means he doesn't make much, so me and JM have to work part time jobs to pay the bills.

Ok, did you have to snatch the covers off of me like that?

And how much do I have to give you?

I asked her while she put the covers on the bed.

Just a hundred dollars since the bill is three hundred dollars.

She said while my eyes widen.

The bill went up?

Yeah, it did, so that means you will have to turn off your night light.

She said while I rolled my eyes and handed her the money. I stretch a little and went to the restroom to get ready for this hellhole I call school.

Once I'm done getting ready I start putting my makeup bag and books in my backpack Then Rayleigh and Shaky came in with muffins and chicken biscuits.

Hey, guys we brought breakfast.

Rayleigh and Shakky are our landlords who own a bar below us and a very nice older couple who let us stay in this studio apartment.

They also pay for us to go to this snobby ass private school because they believe we can be something and they kinda like our guardian.

Aww thank you. But, we will have to take it to go because we are late.

JM said while she glared at me.

Ok, don't look at me like that. I'm not the one who made us late.

I said and before she could say anything Rayleigh cut her off.

Ok, no fighting.

It's too early for that and go get some containers to take the breakfast with you.

We both nodded and went to the kitchen. We came back and put the food inside of the container then we both headed out and straight to my pink little car that Rayleigh got me for my sixteen birthday.

I'm grateful for what Rayleigh and Shakky did for us, but I kinda wish they would let us go to a public school and not this snobby ass private school that I hate so much.

The reason why I hate going to New world high is because of these two snobby ass bitches named Nami and Robin who won't leave me alone and got the whole school to pick on me because of the way I dress.

My style is an early 2k style, but with my take on it which caused me to get hated on because people in my school don't wear it.

The people in my school are basic ass bitches who wear hoodies, tights, and jeans. I think they are mad that I have more fashionable senses than them and I'm the poorest person in my school except for JM.

I have to avoid those two bitches in the morning because they are soo jealous of what I wear to the point where they will try to destroy my clothes by spelling whatever coffee they will be drinking on me.

Plus I make my own clothes and the fabric I buy is kinda expensive, so I don't have time for them to pour their nasty ass ice coffee on me.

Once I see the school gate I park by it and turn my car off. The reason why I have to park there is because the student parking is too expensive for me and I don't have time for them to tow my car if I miss a payment.

Me and JM got out of the car and started walking towards the school building before I locked my car. When we made it inside of the building me and JM parted ways.

I started heading towards the cheer gym. I liked cheer because home can be stressful and I cheer to get rid of that stress and I'm happy to be the cheer captain.

Once I made it to the gym I saw that bitch Robin teaching my girls a different routine that isn't mine. I was mad because who told her that she can teach my girls a different dance knowing that I'm the fucking captain and she is not a cheerleader, so how the fuck did she get here.

I was about to teach her a lesson until coach Milla stopped me.

Hey, Andrea.

I'm glad you are here because there is something I have to tell you, so follow me to my office.

Coach said while I followed her.

Ok, so, I have good news and some bad news which one do you like to hear first?

She said and suddenly I had a bad feeling in my gut.

Just give me the bad news first.

I said while she sighed.

Your payment didn't go through and Robin wanted to take your spot as captain, so I let her since she paid me.

So, yo-

But, the good news is that she also paid in full for you to be on the team.

She cut me off.

So, you seriously going to let a bitch who probably doesn't know anything about dancing to take my spot and all because she has money?

I said while the coach sighed and gave me an apologetic look on her face.

Come on, Andrea don't-

I cut her off and grab my stuff.

You know what.

Fuck you and your sorry ass cheer team and if the team fails then don't go call me to join you.

I then left the office and left the gym. Then I went to the nearby girl restroom and went inside of the stall to cry.

This is why I hate those two bitches. I'm the only one at this school that doesn't bow down to them and they will make it their life mission to make mines miserable.

Cheer is the only thing that helped me to forget that I'm poor and now I have to go to my counselor to switch out of that class and I bet it is going to be expensive.

I took a deep breath and wiped the tears that were streaming down from my eyes. I pulled out my phone to check on my makeup then I headed out of the stall.

When I was about to go to the sinks. I saw that bitch Robin leaning against the wall and smirking at me. I shake my head and roll my eyes and wash my hands.

Before I could walk past her to leave she grabbed my wrist.

Did you want to know why I paid for you to be on the team?

She asked while I yanked my arm away from her.

I don't care and you better get your money back because I won't be on the team.

I said while I left and she followed me. Wow, she is a weird ass bitch.

Andrea, you know you don't have the money to switch out a class.

So, you might as well suck up your pride and thank me for paying for you to be on the team.

She said while I walked faster to get her to stop following me.

Damn, you won't stop following me, huh?,

I asked her.

Yeah, because I want you to see that you can't switch out a class without money you don't have.

You are weird ass bitch.

Once I made it to the counselor office I went inside and took a seat while that bitch Robin was waiting outside for me.

Oh, hey, Andrea.

What's bring you here today?

She asked in annoyed tone.

I want to switch out of my cheer class.

I said while she sighed.

Andrea, I'm afraid I can't switch you out of that class because Robin's mother Ms. Olvia had already made a payment for you to stay in that class.

But, I don't like Robin. Her and her friend Nami won't leave me alone.

The counselor sighed and rubbed her forehead.

Andrea, can you just stay in that class until you graduate?

And plus, we only have one week left till Thanksgiving break, so you won't be able to see her and Nami then you have that winter break.

She said.

Well, thank you a lot.

I said sarcastically then I got up grabbed my stuff and left the office. I swear those two bitches are spoil as hell. I just wish they will know what it is like to have nothing their way.

I told you so.

Now, let's get back to class

She said mockingly. I ignored her and made her walk in front of me and when she wasn't looking I decided to go to the place where I hang out to skip which is an abandoned classroom that was on the other side of the building.

I close the door and lock it. I then put my bag on a desk and decided to text my girlfriend Vivi who I haven't heard from for a while.

Me and Vivi first started dating in the first year of my sophomore year. We were friends for a while then she asked me out on a date and I agreed.

Everything was good until lately she stopped spending time with me and started studying more and I had this feeling that she is too embarrassed to be seen with me.

One time when we were walking past the popular kids which are those two bitches Nami and Robin and their group of friends she would stop holding my hand and walk away from me.

I thought it was because I'm poor and she is the daughter of a mayor who runs this town.

Even though it breaks my heart to see her avoiding me like this and I want to break up with her, I just can't help but look back at how sweet she was to me.

Hey, Vivi. I'm checking in on you. Haven't heard from you for a while.

Sorry, can't text right now. I'm in class.

Bitch, what the fuck? I glared at the phone for a moment because does she realize that I'm her fucking girlfriend? She could at least break up with me if she is tired of me.

Like I could be with someone who actually likes me and isn't afraid to hang out with me in public and who is now waiting for me to break up with her and she is acting like this?

You know what forget about it and sorry for even texting you.

I texted back then I scrolled through my contacts and saw Lilith's name.

Hey, do you want to skip with me?

Sure, are you at the spot?

Yes.

I put my phone down and waited for her to come. A couple of minutes later I heard somebody knocking on the door. I got up and saw it was Lilith.

I unlock the door and quickly let her inside. She quickly pinned me against the wall and started kissing my neck.

Did you finally break up with your girlfriend?

She whispered while licking my ear lobe. I get her off of me.

I'm not going to break up with her yet, so wait.

I said and she chuckled. I sat down at a desk and she sat next to me.

You should break up with her. I still can't believe she would treat you like that.

I met Lilith in my freshman year of high school. We bonded pretty well because me and her and my other friend Tashigi are the only poor people in the school, so we have a lot in common.

Before I met Vivi I had a crush on Lilith, but she was fucking too many girls, so I give up on her and start dating Vivi. Lilith was mad that I was dating Vivi, so she stopped talking to me for a week.

Then after a week she had confess to me that she love me, but I rejected her. Now she stop messing with other girls and try to get me to break up with Vivi for her.

You act like you saw something?

So, did you see her doing anything?

I asked her and she sighed.

I think you should find out for yourself.

She said while I rolled my eyes.

Fine, since you won't tell me then I will just ask her about what you saw.

I said and she chuckled.

And she will lie to you about it...

-the end:)

Next chapter.

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Path To Nowhere Headcanons: Langley

Good Evening ladies, gentlemen, and all things that lie between, and welcome to this newest display of our wanton insanity. While we work on updating our Genshin Impact story, A Guide To Mending Broken Wings, on Ao3, we have decided to have a bit of fun with something that is somewhat novel to us.

That being our attempts at headcanons, this one focusing on the SFW ones as we plan to make a second one to focus solely on the NSFW ones, without managing to make an entire damn fic out of each entry lol. In particular, we will be starting with our headcanons for the sinners of PTN, with all of that said, let us begin!

Ah! We will also be using a Female Chief when we mention the Chief in this fic, we hope this does not bother anyone, but yuri is a passion of ours and fem chief was practically born for being paired with all of the lovely and dangerous ladies of PTN. 

First up, we have the Silver Spider of Dis herself, head of the 9th Agency and wielder of a gun to make Alucard from Hellsing ultimate proud-

Langley: 

SFW Headcanons

1. Like Zealous-Box on Reddit, I believe she is actually a rather nice boss to work under, although I also see her having the mentality of 'These are my agents to bully and not yours' and as such will not tolerate any outside factors weighing down on them. Debt? She'll subtly pay off the one they owe. An issue with their kids' schooling? Welp, that school is under investigation now. And so on.

2. She has trust issues as a result of having been betrayed many times in the past. It's the reason she is so quick to put a 'Mark' on someone, so if they betray her she can put them down as soon as possible, however, it can also serve as a sign of trust to those who have proven themselves to her.

A way of saying 'I always have your back, so long as you don't double cross me,' as she could use the 'Mark' to find them if need be. Of the few people she trusts, the Chief is the newest to a very small circle and as such is under her watch.

3. The Chief is her 'Little Rookie,' and no one else's. She is their superior and she will not tolerate anyone else trying to poach someone who is hers from her.

If someone tries to give the Chief an order, she will tell the chief to ignore it, before she has a nice 'Talk' with the person who tried to order her rookie. Said talk may involve her cane and their skull becoming intimately familiar with one another.

4. She hates the Old Men who run Dis. She finds them to be both incompetent and Corrupt to the point she has many times fantasized about removing them and playing kingmaker to find suitable replacements for them, but the threat of Pharma and others keeps her from going through with said dreams, afterall it is better the Devil you know then the unknown ones. She is loyal to the city, not the suit-clad rats that run it.

5. She sleeps with her pistol under her pillow. She likewise has one on her nightstand, another strapped under the bed, and many more scattered all across her home. She even has her room at Minos, it is less a cell and more a room because the Chief has accepted they are largely running more of a rehabilitation center/halfway home/apartment complex at this point, outfitted with several guns of varying caliber hidden across it.

6. She treats her stay at Minos like a vacation from her superiors, and can often be found napping with her hat pulled down over her face and her cane over her lap, Lady Maria style, or doing any other number of things to help try and relax from all the stupidity she deals with daily.

7. She encountered Suspect R once, the event left her absolutely terrified of the woman to the point of suffering nightmares of the woman and her power for several months afterward, this being what led to her meeting Chameleon, who came to be her counselor.

To this day she is terrified of meeting the woman again, and fears that should that day come she may not be able to muster the courage to actually face her. What makes it all the more traumatic to her, is that R did not even try to fight her, she simply overwhelmed her by virtue of her sheer presence alone, and this has led to Langley fearing the idea of just what the woman is capable of if she actually tries to fight.

8. Like KhandiMahn on Reddit, I think that she does collect cute things, although I personally feel she collects things such as children story books and fairy tales and has a single stuffed animal that has been with her since childhood, where it was her only real friend, that she has kept well maintained all these years.

She cannot sleep well without her stuffed animal and would more than likely have a panic attack should it be destroyed. The Chief earns brownie points with her when they find it laying around in the washroom and patch it up before she finds them fixing it in their office, Langley almost begging them to give it back to her with the chief doing so and agreeing to not tell anyone else while Langley hold her old friend to her chest.

Needless to say, Langley threatens them to keep quiet despite what they have said and heads off to get some actual sleep, the chief smiling at their superiors' antics as she leaves.

9. She is not a morning person, at all. Her subordinates consider the idea of waking her up early to be the equivalent of walking into the Rust without a weapon and with a neon sign strapped to your chest saying 'Eat Me'. She is in fact barely coherent or aware until she has coffee in her, and is in particular quite fond of Summer's coffee, the one that keeps the Chief up for a whole day in the supervision incident, though it barely affects her.

10. She suffered a leg injury that makes her occasionally have issues with her balance while walking, hence her cane. She added all of the gizmos and gadgets it contains later on, and has recently had Summer update some of them. Among them being a taser-like function that packs as much punch as a cattle prod, an option to remove the handle, which is attached to a small pistol, and a needle filled with adrenaline with a separate one being filled with sedative.

11. She cannot stand spicy food and has a not so secret sweet tooth. In particular, she is quite fond of strawberry or blueberry flavored ice cream but also enjoys coffee flavored versions of the frozen treat as well. She has a separate freezer in her home that is filled with nothing but ice cream. Her subordinates know about it but are wise enough to not say anything because she frankly deserves it given all she has to deal with. 

12. She frequently has migraines and as such carries around a pair of ear plugs, a pair of sunglasses, and a bottle of aspirin, as strong as she can obtain it without going on the blackmarket, and has a special room in her home and cell that is outfitted with complete sound proofing and no windows. 

Her subordinates have come to recognize the signs of one beginning to form, and will work to get her out of whatever situation she is in and either back to her home or to somewhere she can ride out the oncoming pain till it passes. 

The Chief encounters her when one is forming and takes her to their office to rise out the pain with them pulling down blackout curtains and giving her a pillow to rest her head on as they go to leave, only for Langley to stop them and ask them to stay with her during it and until it passes. 

13. She is somewhat touch starved, but she has had bad experiences with physical contact from her childhood and from her struggles throughout her life, and as such is somewhat adverse to it. 

That said, once she feels she can trust someone implicitly, of which there are few, she will typically be the one to initiate contact, typically through light brushes against their shoulders or by threading their fingers together.

If she ever reaches the point of allowing for herself to embrace someone, or allow for them to embrace her, then it becomes readily apparent that she is quite clingy and will allow for just how touch starved she is to become apparent as she tries to maintain contact for as long as possible or initiate it whenever it is possible for her to do so.

It will be worse still if she has nothing to do, and she knows the one she is holding has nothing to do, in which case they had best be prepared for a lengthy stay.

14. She has something of a fascination with spiders, often pausing to admire their webs whenevers she gets the chance, or allowing them to scurry across her hand or nest in the corners of her home, she also has a terrarium filled with various breeds from harmless if annoying Jumping Spiders, to lethal Brown Recluse and Black Widow spiders. 

Curiously, even the most hostile breeds of arachnids seem to be somewhat docile in her presence and also seem to display something akin to obedience to the Silver Spider of Dis, perhaps owing to an unknown attribute of her Sinner Power or for other unknown reason. 

She is particularly proud of having managed to get her hands on, and subsequently raise, a Female Goliath Bird Eater that she has named Spook, it is unknown if the Spider is normal or not, as it has lived for almost 10 years past its life expectancy and has shown remarkable intelligence. 

All of that said, the chief most certainly did not appreciate it when Spook landed on her shoulder while visiting Langley, the ensuing scream could be heard well across the Bureau and most of Dis.

15. Her driving is…let us just say it is something that necessitates boeing both soundly buckled in for, and having made sure that your last will and testament is in order, as Langley tends to pay less attention to speed limits and traffic laws, than she does on getting where she needs to go fast.

There are many reasons her agents trip over themselves to drive her somewhere, and most of them are owed in part to the sheer amount of accidents she has caused over the course of her time behind the wheel. 

16. She has a somewhat odd relationship with Tetra and Bai Yi, as she has hired the 2 to do jobs for her, and by extension the 9th Agency, before and while she has had many complaints about Bai Yi’s antics in the past, she cannot help but admit that the 2 are among her most trusted independent contractors for when she needs something done outside of her own jurisdiction. 

She occasionally provides them aid by subtly having charges against them revoked, or by having them bailed out of sticky situations, though she always expects them to repay her in some way once she has done so. 

17. She has something of a rivalry with Eirene, the two often being found playing chess against one another and speaking, though few of those who have managed to find them during these games are able to understand just what it is they are speaking about. 

This rivalry also manifest as Eirene going out of her way to purchase assets the 9th Agency is interested in, be it structures and companies, or hiring individuals they were interested in recruiting and then using them as leverage to force LAngley to play further games with her both at the negotiating table and at the chess board. 

18. She has a fascination with Crache and has her eye on her as a potential recruit for the 9th, her ability to effectively control shadows and to appear out of nowhere having the potential to make for not only a lethal agent but perhaps also someone that, if taught correctly, could become a greater legend than even herself in the fields of espionage. 

For now though, she is content merely monitoring the girls growth and ensuring she continues to develop along the right paths, occasionally she will provide little tests and challenges for the girls ability as well as subtly raising the education level of her tests to see her strive to grow, but outside of that she is keeping her hands off of her for fear of a certain nurse catching wind of her interest.

She despises needles and someone with a gun that shoots them is as such quite a bother for her to deal with. 

19. She once attempted to deal with Nightingale’s work out of curiosity for just what the adjutant has to deal with on a daily basis, she promptly had a small mental breakdown after the first hour, crashed from an overdose of caffeine near the third, had another mental breakdown near the fourth, and upon seeing just how much was left gave up and fled to her cell.

She has since made it clear that no one is to speak ill of the Adjutant, be they Sinner or Agent from the 9th or otherwise, any person who can handle that much bullshit and not lose their minds deserves not only the highest of praise, but also whatever the hell else they want or need, whenever they want or need it. 

20. She has a personal stamp made in the image of a widow like spider with a hypercube on its thorax that she uses to stamp all of her documents with, she once attempted to add a webbing design to it…it did not work like she thought it would and resembled more solid circle of ink than anything else and so she tossed the web and went back to the simpler spider design.

21. Her main gun is called the “Silver widow”, she has several spares with similar names, from a sniper rifle called the “Black Widow”, to a shotgun called the “Brown Recluse”, she has likewise had each of the weapons inscribed with the design of the spider they are named after, her main gun bearing the only custom emblem out of the lot with it being her own spider symbol, a widow like spider with a hypercube in place of an hourglass on the thorax. 

22. She shares a feeling of fond exasperation for the Chief and her usual aids, Hella and Hecate, as while they do get results, their methods tend to be…rather unique and occasionally very entertaining to watch and or hear about, but she is also somewhat wary of the most unlikely of the two Sinners for her own reason. 

She sees the Chief as something of a protege, though it could also be argued she seems to have a borderline romantic interest in them, or perhaps it is the growing bond between them simply showing just how lonely she truly is behind the mask of the leader of the 9th.

Regardless she tends to go out of her way to keep an eye on the eccentric Chief of Minos, occasionally going out of her way to aid them from the shadows or protect them from the various elements of Dis that just seem incapable of grasping just under whose protection they are.

As for Hecate, she finds the quiet and artistic girl to be somewhat pleasant to be around, always silent unless she is spoken to or needs to speak and always sketching she is one of the very few to have encountered Langley while she was having a migraine and not earned a bullet between the eyes as she closed the curtains of the room they were in and gave her a pillow to put her head on. 

When she asked why she helped her, Hecate merely looked at her and tilted her head before saying; “You have been kind to the Chief, and the Chief says I should help people if they are in pain, and you looked like you were in pain. Is that not a good enough reason?”

Langley will deny to her dying breath that she gave the young woman a head pat after she said that, and Hecate herself will be strangely quiet on the subject, though there will be a faint glimmer in her eyes at the memory. 

Since then, she has had something of a soft spot for the young woman, typically it is one shown by making sure she is alright upon returning from a mission or by encouraging her to grow beyond her current state of being, typically by arranging tests for her or challenging her to chess, she can proudly say the young woman is showing progress in her growing education.

As for Hella, one would expect her to despise the feral gremlin of Syndicate, what with her foul tongue, disrespect for authorities, and penchant for causing trouble wherever she goes, but in truth she finds her to be quite entertaining as all it takes to cause a spectacle is to say the right words to wind her up and then point her at something as she watches the fireworks. 

She also harbors a grudging respect for the young girl, as at one point she found herself confronted by Hella in one of the many hallways of Minos, the Syndican casually leaning against a wall as Ninety-Nine leaned against the wall across from her.

She had been intrigued from the moment she saw the oddly calm and composed look in the little gremlin’s eyes as she pushed herself off the wall and walked towards her, stopping in front of her and looking up just enough to meet her eyes as she spoke up in an oddly calm voice.

What followed was something she did not expect, the little B-Rank Sinner meeting the eyes of the Spider of Paradiso, an S-Rank Sinner with a kill count in the hundreds if not thousands, and telling her that she didn’t trust her, nor did she like her authority over the Chief, but she would tolerate them.

But if she betrayed the Chief, if she betrayed them or hurt them in anyway…well Ninety-Nine’s fist striking the hypercube reinforced wall with enough force to cause cracks to spider web across the wall and dust to fall to the ground as she pulled her mutated hand out of the pit she had born through it with one strike finished her sentence. 

The display was met with her aiming her pistol at the younger Syndican fast enough neither could blink before the cold metal was aimed at her forehead, the taller Syndican snarling as her eyes began to burn crimson as her power began to surge, only for Hella to do something that caught them both off guard.

She laughed.

She looked Langley dead in the eye, and she laughed as she lifted up her hand and pulled the gun flush against her forehead, the cold steel meeting her skin in a frigid kiss as she unblinkingly met Langley’s gaze.

“Go ahead, pull the trigger you eight legged Eastside bitch. We both know you don’t have enough bullets or strength to keep me from coming back before you can put Ninety-Nine down, and how long do you think that fancy cane will keep us back huh? Think a taser and a few knives and a little pea shooter are going to stop us for more than what? A few minutes? An hour? Doesn’t fucking matter, eventually one of us will break it, then what? How long will you last with that bad leg of yours? I give you about 10 minutes before one of us breaks it again, and this time you won’t have anyone to save you. So go ahead cow, put one between my eyes, I. Fucking. Dare. You.”

As Hella spoke she had reached her hand up to grip Langley’s wrist and begin to rest her smaller, yet more heavily calloused hand, over hers and begin to push down on the trigger finger after she thumbed the hammer back, never once breaking her gaze as she and Langley kept meeting each others eyes. 

Langley could feel Ninety-Nine’s gaze on her as she moved closer to her sun’s side, her posture telling Langley that the moment she squeezed the trigger, she would be fighting the brute up close and personal and she doubted even a round from her gun would stop her.

And so, she pulled her gun back and gave an amused chuckle to the young woman and her hulking companion. 

She looked down into Hella’s eyes and offered her a simple nod of understanding as she holstered her gun and began to walk away, the pair letting her pass with their peace said, though she soon stopped to call over her shoulder to them.

“I’ve known some of the best FAC soldiers and Agents in my life, and none of them have even half the guts you do brat, I look forward to seeing how you’ll turn out, little girl from Syndicate.”

Since then she has kept a close eye on the little gremlin, all the while wondering just what is truly going on in the head of the little B-Rank that had the guts to stare her down like that, because now that she has seen a glimpse of what lays behind the facade of a brat, she can’t help but wonder just what kind of beast stands beside the Chief. 

23. She is bi-sexual, but prefers either females or feminine or effeminate looking males, she is also one to very much wear the pants in any relationship, though she will have her softer moments, especially after a long day of dealing with the bullshit she deals with and her leg beginning to ache on her.

All she will want after visiting her partner afterwards, is to have her leg massaged while she closes her eyes and gets some sleep as she dreams of the day when she finally snaps and sets her paperwork on fire. 

24. She can be quite protective of those she has grown close to, and even more so in regards to those she considers friends or potential partners. Expect the Spider’s web to be thoroughly wrapped around these individuals as she maintains near constant surveillance of them and those around them.

Any fool going after them will have not only the Spider herself after them, but all of the 9th gunning for them as well, because their boss has earned those few treasured individuals after all the shit she has been through and anyone that tries to take those that make her happy from her, had best start digging their grave, cause whatever gods they worship have washed their hands of them. 

And that is about all for the Headcanon we have for the silver Spider of Paradiso at the moment, we may come up with some more in the future but for now this is where we will be ending this little chapter of this mess. 

Till next time, take care and stay safe everyone.

[creaturefeaturecommando]

I’m gonna try to list all the Sonic AUs both me and my friend have made and just some I’ve made by myself but I’m not going to go into complete detail on them if you want complete details on a certain one then fine but on this post you’re probably gonna get bits and pieces because there’s too many AU’s

Here we go:

Interview With a Vampire AU: Scourge and Shadow are basically Louis and Lestat and Cream is their adopted daughter

Queen of The Damned AU: Basically the same as the first AU but Scourge is a rock star facing a midlife crises after losing his husband and kid

Good Omens AU: Shadow and Sonic are basically Crowley and Aziraphale but instead of them giving the antichrist to someone else or whatever happened in that show I don’t remember, they kidnap the antichrist baby and raise him in secret.

Fem Shadow and Male Sonic kids AU: Sonic and Shadow have kids. That’s basically it. And Shadow is a girl. They have twins by the way. We had the thought of Fem Shadow thinking she’s infertile but sleeps with Sonic and he end up knocking her up with twins and it’s just humor

Fem Shadow and Male Scourge kids AU: Basically the same as the last one but they have three kids that are age spaced.

Wayne AU: Scourge and Amy basically being that show Wayne where they basically run off with each other.

Spy Family AU: Basically Spy Family with Sonic as Loid, Shadow as Yor and Tails as Anya

Buddy Daddies AU: Basically just Buddy Daddies with Sonic, Shadow and Tails

Gravitation AU; Basically the anime Gravitation with Shadow as a book writer and Sonic as a singer and they fall in love reluctantly

Serial Killer AU 1: Scourge and Sonic are brothers who are serial killers and Shadow and Amy are the detectives trying to figure out the murders while not noticing that the two guys they’re dating are the killers

Serial Killer AU 2: Sonic is a retired serial killer who has settled down and had a family with female shadow and she knows what he used to be but is alright being with him as long as he doesn’t start up again for the sake of their kids but newsflash he didn’t retire and is still secretly doing it

Female shadow and Sonic kids AU 2: Shadow is beloved to have died from childbirth but somebody drugged her in order to fake her death and turn her into basically the winter soldier and after years of grieving his wife Sonic sees a familiar face that shakes him to his core

Female shadow and Sonic kids AU 3 and 4: Where Shadow finds out she’s pregnant with Sonic’s kids and runs off. There’s scourgeamy in this too where Scourge gets Amy pregnant and leaves her because he’s scared of being a shit dad.

Female Shadow and Sonic kid AU 5: Sonic and Shadow’s son gets manipulated into being evil, that’s basically it

Royal AU 1: Prince Sonic is arranged to marry Princess Sally Acorn but instead falls in love with Shadow whose basically the towns village recluse witch

Royal AU 2: Same as Royal AU 1 but Prince Sonic is a yandere

Genderbent Yuri AU: Just good ol Shadow and Sonic being genderbent lesbians

Royal/Monster AU: Sonic is arranged to marry Sally and on his wedding day is kidnapped by female Shadow who’s a demon and falls in love with her instead

The Vampire Dies in No Time AU: Sonic is a vampire hunter who destroys Shadow’s house based on rumors of kidnapping kids and eating them so vampire Shadow moves in with him in his apartment as revenge

Our Flag Means Death AU: Sonic is a rich boy who decides to be a real pirate and set off to seas while meeting and falling in love with the notorious pirate Shadow who is honestly tired of being a pirate

Demon AU: Sonic characters are basically demon princes in hell, my friends OC was Pride, Shadow was Wrath, Scourge was Lust and I don’t remember who else was who but we had a world built and everything and it’s probably our more detailed AUs like this one actually has a lot to it with Tails being a fallen angel, Scourge falling in love with Angel Amy and just the caste system in general

Hero AU: Kinda based this off of Lego Monkie Kid but very loosely so Sonic runs a superhero team and falls in love with Shadow who’s the son of a villain. Basically based their dynamic off of Red Son and MK.

Bound AU: Basically the movie Bound with fem Shadow and fem Sonic. Just them being lesbians who happen to do crime.

Killer AU: Okay this one is actually our most detailed one that I can remember but there’s so much going on this one that it’s hard to explain but like Shadow is being haunted by Scourge no one can see him but him and something something he meets Shadow in a psychiatric ward and shadow can see ghosts and- it’s just a lot I might have to go over the notes on this one with my friend because we have so much like even Tails gets adopted by Sonic and Shadow in this one and there were weddings and kidnappings and it’s just a lot also Sonic has one eye in this au so there’s that too. Just a whole soap opera tbh.

This Day Aria AU: Basically that one My Little Pony Special but Shadow and Sonic are getting married and Sally uses a spell on Sonic to force him into falling in love with her and marrying her while cursing Shadow and sending him away. We had one with Scourge Amy and Fiona too.

Megamind AU: Where Sonic is Megamind Tails is Minion Knuckles is Metro Man, Shadow is Roxanne and Jet is Titan

Demon AU: Shadow is a demon Sonic summons and Sonic offers to feed him souls of criminals as long as Shadow agrees to help him keep the city safe or something I don’t know this one didn’t really get far

Another Serial Killer AU: Female Shadow is a black widow serial killer who marries men for their riches and then kills them before robbing them blind and then meets Sonic and plans to do the same to him but Sonic is actually nice to her and treats her like a person instead of a trophy so she has seconds thought before finally deciding to be happy with him

Vampire and Werewolf AU: Another one that’s one of me and my friends more detailed ones it’s basically Vampire Shadow falling in love with Werewolf Sonic even though their species hate each other, it’s a lot of lore and they even end up adopting Tails who’s a half breed so like it’s a lot to this one that I’m not getting into right here

Corpse Bride AU: Where Shadow is Victoria and Sonic is Victor and Amy is Emily but there’s a happy ending and Amy ends up with Scourge in the end so yeah

James and The Giant Peach AU: It’s exactly what it sounds like James and The Giant Peach with Sonic characters

Pirates of The Caribbean AU: Basically Pirates of The Caribbean AU with Sonic characters don’t ask me who was who because I don’t remember the movie

Parents AU: Sonic and Shadow adopt Tails thinking his parents are out of the picture but they’re not they’re just negligent and accuse Sonic and Shadow of kidnapping their son. This was just a silly one.

Brainwashed Evil Shadow AU: Another one that’s a simple concept that basically turned into a bunch of rambling but it’s exactly what it sounds like

Evil Sonic AU: Sonic basically turns into a justice lords dictator thinking that he’s protecting everyone when he’s really just hurting everyone. This one has a lot of lore to it too and has a secondary au with his and shadows kids and him basically brainwashing their kids into thinking he’s good when he’s keeping shadow prisoner in her own home

And this isn’t even all of them. I still have to scroll through another list so stay tuned for part 2

Tagging @jennrypan because most of these are both of our nonsense ramblings that we only understand

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

HIT ‘EM UP! (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Cowboy!Gojo Satoru x Cowboy!Geto Suguru x Black!Cowgirl!Reader (Slow Burn/Enemies to Lovers)

Synopsis: You get to meet Geto & Gojo the Gunslingers, the notorious outlaws that have every town and law enforcement in a twist, when your bum-ass BF offers you as payment to avoid going to prison. Little do they know that this is only a part of your plan to get what you desire. But when you realize that the infamous gun-slinging, smooth-talking cowboys could be everything you want and more when they offer you a deal to team up with them, will you successfully be able to go through with it? 

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINOS GTFO); poly!SatouSugu; Reader is Black & Fem; Mention of other JJK characters; Porn with Plot; Tragic Backstories; T/W for Childhood Trauma, Parental Death, Violence, Panic Attacks & Torture; Angst/Hurt/Comfort; Hand Kink; Masturbation; Voyeurism; Gay Sex; Polyamorous; Double Deepthroat; Mutual Oral; Fingering; CMNF; Spitroast; Riding; Unprotected PiV Sex; Creampies; Outside/Public Sex; Shotgunning; Multiple Positions; Spit Kink; Facials; MDom/fsub Undertones; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: I’m about 85% finished with this story, so I’ve got a 4-chapter update for y’all!! I’m planning on finishing this around mid-October & I’ll be posting some ✨spooky smut✨ shit too that I’m soooo excited for! Enjoy! -Jazz

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen PT I & II. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-One. Twenty-Two. Twenty-Three. Twenty-Four. Epilogue + Soundtrack.

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SIXTEEN: A NEW CHANGE. 

That night, you settle into your parents’ home and realize that you have never felt such comfort before.

After helping Eren with the animals and petting the horses, you help Yuri in the kitchen. She has planned a big banquet dinner for you and the Gunslingers who are also settling in nicely.

In the small but humble kitchen, all kinds of delicious aromas roam through the air—roasted chicken in the oven; fresh corn on the cob bubbling in a pot on the stove that will be slathered in homemade basil butter soon; mashed sweet potatoes and green beans; a salad made by Eren which is the only thing he can cook. 

And then later, vanilla ice cream and your mama’s famous apple dumpkins. Gojo will be excited for that. You walk around the kitchen, helping Yuri clean up by washing dirty dishes in the sink. 

She stands by the oven in her apron, her face flushed from the oven’s heat. “Oh, honey, you don’t have to do that,” she tuts. “Go on and wash up! I’ll take care of it! You need to get settled in, don’t you?” 

You turn to her as you begin to wash a bowl, your hands soapy and warm. You have to lean against the counter to do it, your cane left at your side. “I already have,” you reply. “Thank you for givin’ me the guest room.”

Yuri smiles at you as she bends down to check the chicken. “Well, we need you and the boys to be comfortable. Speakin’ of, can you tell the boys dinner will be ready in five?” 

You nod and peck her cheek before walking out of the delicious-smelling kitchen on your cane. You haven’t spoken much to the Gunslingers since you got here, not wanting to bother them. After all, they needed to settle in too.

“Boys!” you call as you skip up the steps. “Dinner’s almost ready!” 

When you don’t hear an answer, you continue upstairs to walk to the closed door of their guest room, but you don’t expect for the door to open so suddenly as you bend forward to knock. “Oh!” you gasp, startled. 

You’re silenced though when you catch the sight of Geto who greets you at the door. Shirtless, wet, and in nothing but a towel around his slim waist.

Droplets of water cascade down his body that looks like it’s been sculpted by the Gods–six-pack abs, broad, tatted shoulders and big, inked arms; a snake tattoo at his side that stretches all the way down to his V-line that disappears in a tuft of fine, black hair the same as his chest where you also notice that his nipples are pierced. 

Oh, my God. You nearly salivate at the sight of him. He is just as sexy as Gojo. 

His eyebrows furrow at you. “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you,” he says, apologetic. “I was in the shower.” He nods down at his towel, a slight, sheepish chuckle leaving his lips.  Shamelessly, your eyes tick down to his towel, imagining him moving it away to reveal his c– 

“No, I-I’m sorry,” you stammer, willing the naughty thoughts away. “I-I just wanted to tell you that dinner will be ready in five.” You offer him a smile, but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. Even to you it feels forced.

“Oh, okay,” he awkwardly says with a nod. “I’ll wake Gojo then. Thank you.” 

“Okay,” you whisper. “I’ll be downstairs then.”

Quickly, you turn around and head back to the steps, holding onto the wall for balance because you don’t quite trust your feet. You’ve never skedaddled so fast out of a situation the way you did this one. 

Even when you make it back into the kitchen, you feel unsteady and flushed, thoughts of being in that shower with Geto haunting you. Even worse is imagining him and Gojo both sharing a nice, hot soak with you, your body pressed between theirs as the warm water cascades over you, drowning out your moans as they touch, squeeze, grope, and stroke you. 

Maybe they would do you right there in the shower, one of their cocks stroking your throat while the other is inside of you, plunging in and out of your pussy, your knees bent to accommodate both men. Or maybe they would opt to fuck you on a nice, soft bed instead, one of them flipping you onto your back and pinning your thighs apart with their big hands while the other tilts your chin up to fuck your face. 

You’ve been having these salacious thoughts and fantasies more and more ever since Geto and Gojo saved you from your snake bite and brought you to Willow Springs. There have been moments you’ve embarrassingly touched yourself in your bed at Nanami’s infirmary to the thought of your duo having you in very naughty, compromising positions. 

That’s another thing you’ve noticed: you’ve started referring to Geto and Gojo as yours. Your duo. Your Gunslingers. Your guys. While anyone else would wave it off since you’re friends, you can’t help the way you feel weird about it, like you’re not supposed to think them in such an intimate way. 

When you get back to the kitchen, you immediately busy yourself with helping Yui with setting the table. You come in like a hurricane, sit down at the table, and silently begin gathering plates and utensils.

Your mom watches curiously as she checks the con. “You alright?” she worriedly asks. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost!” 

You don’t look at her, instead setting the utensils down on the counter and separating them. “I’m fine,” you cough. “Lemme set the table for you.” You move slow, standing the as long as you can to will the nasty thoughts away. Foks with foks, knives with knives. 

Yuti busies herself taking the corn cobs out of the pot and laying them in a dish to cool and serve, obviously trying to give you space. But then she sighs and wriggles her hands through her dishtowel. “Listen, sweetie, can we talk for a minute?” 

“About what?” you ask, paying closer attention to the silverware than you normally would. 

You can physically hear the woman swallow before continuing, cherry picking her words. “I know I tease ya, but that’s only to poke fun. I don’t really mean the things I say about you and your friends, but–” 

“Mama,” you interrupt. You pause, looking at her over your shoulder. “What’s this about?” 

Yui presses her lips into a thin line, contemplating whether or not to continue. But like a mother does, she does continue. “I know you said they’re just your friends,” she begins, “and I’m sure they are! But…I just can’t help but think that at one point, they were somethin’ more to you.” 

Her eyes are soft and understanding. You hate that. You hate that she can see right through the hardened shell you’ve built around yourself. “Did somethin’ happen between you and them on the road here?” she asks. “And I’m not askin’ to get in your business, Y/N. You’re a grown woman and can make your own decisions. You just seem so…unhappy.” 

“I am happy,” you protest, giving her a smile that you hope comes off as reassuring. “And no, nothin’ like that happened between us. They are just my friends. My partners.”

You nearly cringe at the sound of ‘my partners’. Even that sounds romantic. 

“Well, they seem to care aboutcha an awful lot,” Yuri points out. “Enough to rescue you from the snake bite and stay with you until you fully recover.” You don't nod, not wanting to agree with her. You’d be proving exactly what she’s saying right. 

So you give her the justification you gave yourself while continuing to gather the dishes until you are sure you have enough. “We’re just friends,” you repeat. “Besides, even if there were feelings involved, it wouldn’t work. I want a quiet life here and they want–” 

The back door to the kitchen leading out into the fam slams open, silencing you. “Back with more basil!” Eren calls, holding up a basket of fresh basil. His smile fades when he sees how tense you are. “Uh…what’s goin’ on?” he awkwardly asks. 

“Nothing!” both you and Yuri reply, and quickly hurry to finish setting up for dinner.

[witheredrednight]

Centricide Fankids from my AU

Ye may wanna read some of the stuff I wrote before here to understand my AU -https://www.tumblr.com/witheredrednight/746960111438905344/centricide-human-name-headcannons?source=share

Rosa Vladimirovna Rivera-Marksova -

-Daughter of Arson and Vladimir

-Lesbian, she/her, INFJ

-Burgundy aura with green eyes, vintage 40s feminist aesthetic (takes after her aunt Lyudmila there)

-Very academically skilled especially in history/languages/science

-Wants to be a teacher to teach kids humanities and social/political sciences

-Always volunteering in her spare time (scares her parents when "Uncle" Delphinus gets her volunteering at his nuclear physics lab)

-Is the first ever Immortal Personified Political Ideology Person to be born from womb (Instead of the usual mortal human dying and then Jreg bringing them back as an Ideology)

Yuri Vladimirovich Rivera-Marksov-

-Child of Arson and Vladimir

-Bi + aroace spec, non binary femboy/girltwink, he/they, INTP

-Dark green aura with red eyes, archetypical r/169 fem aesthetic

-Quite rebellious from the family because he doesn't want to be an immortal political ideology with obligations and they are secretly looking at ways to become a mortal human on earth who does political activism

-Chronically online

-Too many hours on Hearts Of Iron

-About 3 to 4 years younger than Rosa

Roxanne Cappy-

Daughter of Andrew and Richard-Trans Lesbian, she/her, ESFP

-Has a sort of rose gold neapolitan/colour theme going on with gold eyes, trashy Y2K mcbling aesthetic

-Not sure of life goals or political veiws yet, but likes raving

-Kinda spoiled but sweet and friendly

-Been neglected by parents who would rather focus on business, been bought up mostly by nanny's

-She sneaks over to the left quadrants, the Rivera-Marksov family have her over regularly as she is friends with Rosa and Yuri

-Does acctually get on well with Minarchist, he didn't raise her but at least didn't see her showing him her drawing of a rainbow as not profitable

-Deadname was whatever the latest brainrot at the time was because her parents thought it was profitable

(Also the reason they have biological kids is because this arc of the story is set in the future where is it possible to have a uterus transplant for an AMAB person to undergo jregnancy and give birth, Ancom becomes the first ever ideology to do this and a couple years later Commie thinks of giving Rosa a sibling, Ancap saw their family and saw ideology kids as an extremely profitable bit of clout, but neither Ancap or Libertarian went through the operation and paid a surrogate because they didn't want to be unable to work)

(Guys I scientifically explained it THIS IS NOT AN EXCUSE FOR A JREGNANT ARC)

[kunosoura]

top 5 fire emblem characters

huogh.. I'm dividing this into two, the I-Like-Them-As-Characters and the I-Just-Like-The-Shape-Of-Them-In-My-Head

As actual characters:

5. Limstella. For all that they mostly serves the purpose of evil minion, their death quote is a concentrated dose of pathos. Whoops, even after perfecting his synthetic humans to feel no emotions and carry out his bidding flawlessly, they still feel very real sorrow when they're unceremoniously killed. Hell, I'll even buy in to Heroes trying to get us to believe they were always meant to be nonbinary.

4. WE LIKE IKE: I like how he's the only main protagonist in the series who is just some guy, and one who kind of sucks for a lot of his first game, and I like how the second game goes all out trying to get you to buy that he's awesome. I love his ending is him fucking off from Tellius forever perhaps with a boytoy at his side.

3: Arvis, probably one of my favorite FE villains. Even knowing it was coming for all the barbecue memes and the fact that every single discussion of the game by that point openly discussed the generation mechanic, the ending to the first part of Genealogy hit me like a truck the first time I played it. Guy who thinks he's playing Littlefinger finds out he's in more of a Griffith role and it drives him insane.

2. Lyon. Eternal warning of what happens when you fumble twins. The tragic loser bisexual necromancer who nearly destroyed the world. I first played Sacred Stones when I was like 8 and I think fundamentally reshaped me.

1. Edelgard. The complicated villainous emperor archetype with a point except you can side with her and she's bisexual and she has the same english voice actor as Zero Drakengard. Precision targeted at me.

As designs and vibes in my head:

5. Yuri: They finally managed to make a fem gay character in fire emblem that doesn't give me a headache! and he's hot!

4. Sonia: I know I'm double dipping on morphs but the official art of her doing that hand running through hair motion is so ingrained in me. It's why I want to have my hair grown long. I want to do that with my hair.

3. Astrid. Terrible taste in men aside, I've just always loved her vibe. Probably my favorite design from the Tellius era, I guess I can kind of respect that her love for a stupid irresponsible ugly slacker is part of her rebellion from her noble upbringing. Whatever. DUMP HIM

2. Corrin. I know her game was written by the most evil people Nintendo could find but her design still hits. I like the male design too! Not enough pandering to the gay/hetgirl foot fetishists out there.

1. Marisa!! Yes she's not very good in a game where it's very hard for a character to be a bad pick but she's so cool. Like Lyon, another example of a character getting in my head at a super young age and permanently influencing the sort of fictional character I find awesome and interesting.

[mamadoe]

👢 Showbird - Chapter 4

Summary ||

When Akira moved to Fukuoka to pursue her dancing career, life was easy. However, when her father has an unexpected health crisis, she needs consistent work in the worst way to help support her parents back in her hometown. A day job lined up at one of the Hero Agencies promises good pay for the time being, but she didn't expect not only to meet but get to know the Pro Hero the agency is named after.

Follow Akira's perspective with some of Keigo Takami's sprinkled in.

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Complete Masterlist

Also on AO3

Pairing || Keigo Takami (age 22 at start)/Akira (Fem OC, age 23 at start)

Warning || none that I can think of atm

WC || 4155

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If he hadn’t been making direct eye contact with her, he would have thought she was joking. When his eyebrows shoot up and he tilts his head down, hand still over his mouth with a look of, “are you serious,” she nods.

“Remember the last time you flew, little chickadee?” he teases from behind his fingers before finally letting his hand fall. “I don’t think you can handle that.” Of course, his tease lights a fire in her, like it always does, but she stands firm.

“I need to make it to the evening train. I won’t make it if I have to walk to the train station, get to my neighborhood, get home, pack, return to the station-,” he laughs lightly with a nod.

“I hear you, and it’s a good plan, a really good plan, but are you going to throw up on me if I do?” He continues to laugh as she seriously considers it but gives him another nod.

“I should be fine. I haven’t eaten yet this morning. I just need to go downstairs and grab my bag, talk to HR-,”

“Don’t worry about that,” he cuts her off firmly, “I’ll handle it. It’ll burn time you don’t have. Just grab your bag and come back up.” Resolutely, she nods and heads for the door but stops and glances at him.

“Thanks, Keigo.” And with that, she disappears through the door, leaving him reeling on his heels, hands dug deep in his pockets as he looks to the sky. What has he gotten himself into?

It doesn’t take her more than a few minutes to hurry down to her cubicle, log off her computer, grab her bag, and call an apology over her shoulder to Yuri after she brushes him off and hurries back to the elevator. As she waits for the elevator to ascend back to the roof, she pulls her phone out of her pocket once more and texts her lead dancer that she won’t be there tonight, losing out on what is expected to be really good money. She doesn’t let her mind linger on how she will pay her bills while away. Hawks - Keigo - is right. She needs to be at her parents’ side right now. Everything else she will just have to figure out later.

Upon hurrying back up the stairs, at first she doesn’t see Keigo, but upon a second glance, she finds him perched on the railing that faces the direction of her building, blinders already pulled down over his eyes and headphones over his ears, ready for flight. As she approaches he glances over his shoulder with a grin.

“Ready, little chickadee?” His light, playful chime has returned brighter than ever, and she nearly groans as she steps closer to the railing.

“Shut it, you pigeon, now’s not the time,” she says before she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth as she takes the hand he offers, earning his laugh.

“I promise, I’ll go easy on you this time,” his feeble attempt at comforting through his tease falls on deaf ears as he turns and offers his arms to pick her up. She hesitates but knows she will be fine in his hold. He’s already saved her in more ways than one - handling the press, making these long days manageable by lifting her mood, even today as he guided her through her breakdown. He has gone above and beyond to prove himself. She knows logically she will be unequivocally safe. However, the idea of seeing the ground below cements her feet to the rooftop.

“You promise to keep it slow? Nothing like last time, right?” His shit-eating grin is back and that groan from earlier dislodges from her throat.

“Of course, I promise. Come on, let’s get you home.” His arms are around her, and he pulls her flush against his torso, her face reuniting with the tear-stained shoulder of his jacket. “It’ll be easier on you if you can’t see the ground at all, right? Hold on, okay? I’ve got you.” At first, she doesn’t know where to put her arms, awkwardly switching from his waist to around his neck, and his smirk mere inches from her face makes her blush.

“This okay?” She asks as she clasps her hands on her opposite arms, securing herself to him.

“Of course, chickadee, whatever is comfortable,” his voice is too close to her ear as he brings her to be anchored flush against his torso, balancing their weight as he stands tall on the railing. A small squeak of fear slips from her lips, her feet dangling freely as she fully trusts him to keep his hold. Her heartbeat is already prominent in her ears as the adrenaline hits. Keigo can’t help but chuckle. He knows she must be absolutely terrified, and yet here she is, facing one of her biggest fears. He admires that. They stand at the edge for a few moments as he gives her time to adjust to the feeling of being held while he moves one arm firmly around her waist, his other hand cupping the back of her head to keep her face firmly planted in his shoulder. Even through her coat, she can feel how his fingers sink into the flesh of her side, and while it’s subtle, he makes note that she is noticeably slimmer than she was the first time he flew with her. His wings extend and stretch back, already catching the wind.

“Here we go!”

The next moment, the sky is tilting before her eyes, and she feels them falling, but she doesn’t let herself see much else before she clamps her eyes shut and buries her face in his shoulder once more. The wind gusts and whips her hair, and in this position, she can hear how the wind almost whistles through his feathers before he catches an updraft, and they’re gliding through the air. The wind is nearly deafening, and then suddenly it’s not. The wind is much calmer higher up, and Keigo relaxes into a gentle glide, keeping their speed steady.

“How you holding up, little bird?” He mouths against her ear. Even though the air up here is colder than she expected, it’s the touch of his lips against the shell of her ear that makes her shiver.

“O-Oh, you know, fantastic,” she half-heartedly attempts to play their usual game, eyes still screwed shut. He laughs and gives a strong, steady beat of his wings in response.

“No worries, we won’t be long. It’s never rush hour up here.” If she weren’t holding on for dear life, her knuckles turning white from the effort, or if she wasn’t so terrified, she would have laughed with him. With his excellent vision, he can make out the top of her building from here, but he promised he would be gentle and slow, so he reels in the urge to dazzle her - or terrify her - with speed and tricks. Maybe another time, but for today, a simple flight is what she wants, and he’s happy to oblige. Akira, if only for a moment, considers opening her eyes just to see the sky, but her fear snuffs that thought out when she remembers that her legs are hanging free. Her breath hitches as she nearly panics and presses her face into his neck, pushing his collar back in the process. The wisps of her hair flick and tickle his skin, and he squeezes her side.

“Are we almost there?!” She cries out and trembles in his ever-present hold.

“Just hold on, chickadee!” She can feel her stomach lift slightly as they descend, and the sound of the traffic below barely carries over the wind. Timidly, she peels her face from his throat and cracks her eyelids open if only slightly. Tall buildings are growing on either side of them, appearing to be shooting skyward, and the illusion turns her stomach over aggressively. However, before she even gets the chance to hide once more, they are slowing to a near stop before his feet land on the railing of her balcony. Her breath comes fast and ragged, and she can feel his soft laugh against the side of her head, the way he nuzzles into her hair. “Good little bird, you did so well,” he praises as he lets the back of her head go. Even with the feeling of nausea beginning its onset, heat rises to her cheeks. However, she doesn’t give herself the chance to linger on the thoughts that are conjured from his praise.

“Heh, careful, Keigo, you shouldn’t be handing out praise like that,” she rasps as she slowly unravels her arms from around his neck, but he keeps his other arm securely around her waist as he jumps down to the solid ground of her balcony. Only then does he let her out of his grasp, his hand caressing across the small of her back, lingering a moment to make sure she doesn’t lose her balance like before. He takes in the pallor of her skin. At least this time she isn’t turning green. When she doesn’t wobble on her feet, he takes that as a good sign and tucks his hand back in his pocket.

“Hm, why’s that? You got a praise kink?” His eyes darken as he raises a brow, and she lets out a sharp laugh.

“Pfft, you wish.” He expects her to pull out her keys to open the door, but to his surprise, she just slides the door open.

“Hey, it’s not safe to be leaving your door unlocked like that, even without a fire escape,” he scolds, which she answers with a snort, before he follows her into the main living area. She’s already left her flats by the sliding door and discarded her coat over a small chair before disappearing into her bedroom, lighting lamps along the way.

“Go ahead and sit,” she calls while rifling through the back of her closet to grab her small suitcase, “this shouldn’t take long.” He can hear her padding around her room before she heads into the bathroom, the rattle of a bottle and dribble of running water signifying her taking something for her nausea. With a sigh, Keigo kicks off his boots to keep her floor clean before taking a seat on the end of her couch, giving her main living area a slow once over.

He has been to her apartment before but only on her balcony. On an occasional night, he would be on night patrol, he would sometimes find her sitting on her balcony after her exhausting nights of dancing, unable to sleep. Even though the nights were still bitterly cold, she said the shock of it helped still her mind enough to finally sleep. He could understand that - for him, the feeling of being enveloped in warmth would melt away the tension in his body like nothing else.

Akira’s overall aesthetic is simple but cozy. She has lived here almost the entire time she’s lived in the city, and it shows. A couple of books shelves stand cluttered with various decor and books, a few picture frames highlighting her post-performance with her dance team. Art hangs on the walls over the couch and tv. A small, well-worn rug sections off the living area from the small kitchen near the front of the apartment, and her entryway is cluttered with various shoes, most of which are her dancing heels she ditches the moment she crosses the threshold. Akira has talked about her dance work before, but he’s never seen her perform. Every time he’s brought up surprising her at the dance hall, that familiar blush rises up her neck, the unfamiliar scent following and catching him off guard. He’s still not sure what that means. She practically begs him not to do that to her, that she wants to keep her work and friendships separate after losing friends over trying to blend her two worlds. He had stuck his tongue out in protest but understood and respected her boundary. His eyes linger on a particularly high pair of heeled boots, well-loved and scuffed but repaired, and wonders what her legs must look like with them on.

A sudden thump and a sharp hiss draw his attention toward her room.

“You good?” He goes to her doorway but pauses, not wanting to impose too much on her private space. Akira’s on the floor holding her foot with one hand. From where he’s standing, he can see how beat up her feet are - bruised, blistered, and red from the abuse she’s put them through recently.

“Yeah, I just stubbed my toe,” she groans, squeezing her foot before returning to packing her suitcase with the clothes she had laid out on the floor beside her.

“Damn, Hatori, how can you even stand?” He gestures to her feet. “Guess I can see what you meant when you said you’d rather break your fingers than fly again, shit!” He leans on the door frame, watching her pack. She only gives him a passing glance before rolling her eyes, keeping her hands moving.

“What can I say, I have a high pain tolerance. I kind of have to when my feet bleed sometimes.” Keigo winces through his teeth. Before he goes to turn to give her some privacy, however, her open wardrobe catches his eye. It still looks full considering how many clothes she is packing. Most of the clothing left hanging is short, black, and in various types of fabric, some fabrics catching the light just so and keeping his attention. Try as he might, he can’t help it when his mind slides to more salacious thoughts, what she would look like wearing them. She doesn’t miss his hesitation to leave, so she gives him a look before following his gaze to a particular pair of tight pleather leggings with laces down the sides that she wears often.

“What got you into dancing?” He asks suddenly. At first, she is unsure what he means - what got her into dancing, or what got her into this kind of dancing? She decides to kill two birds with one stone as she stands to grab some toiletries from the bathroom, speaking to him over her shoulder.

“I grew up loving music, but when my parents realized I wasn’t a musician, they took me to a dance class. Ironically enough, it didn’t come naturally, but I loved it, and I loved seeing my parents smile,” her tone shifts to nostalgia as she returns with a toiletry bag in hand, “But I got older. I wanted to try something different, so when I moved to the city, tried out for a couple different studios, but I really liked the dance hall’s approach. There’s something… really freeing, empowering about it, a feeling I haven’t gotten dancing elsewhere. I’ve been there ever since.” Keigo nods slowly, trying to understand the jump from being a cute little dancer for her parents to an adult entertainer. Then again, he realizes it’s not that big of a jump. He followed a somewhat similar path with hero work. He nods before turning back and giving her couch another appraising look before flopping to lie down while he waits.

“Put any thought into what you’ll do about your apartment while you’re gone?” He shuffles his wings, getting more comfortable before crossing his arms behind his head. She doesn’t answer at first, but when he looks toward her doorway, his eyes sweep over her backside, her business casual slacks and blouse swapped for leggings and a t-shirt. She’s pulling a large knit sweater over her head. He quickly glances away, but the slope of her back and how her leggings hug her shape linger, making him blush ever so slightly.

“Um, no, not yet, but,” she pauses to adjust her sweater, pulling on it to let it hang loosely and cover her backside before kneeling to pull on thick socks to stave off the cold. “I have the first check from the agency. I can tap into that-” His sharp laugh cuts her off.

“Ha, absolutely not! You’ve worked your ass off for that check. Don’t waste it like that,” he gestures around vaguely. “That’s for your parents. Don’t do that to yourself.” She stills for a moment, considering what he means.

“But if I’m gone for a month-”

“I will take care of it,” he says as if it’s already done. Her eyes widen as she stands to stare at him.

“You don’t have to do that,” she whispers, fiddling with the hem of her sweater and glancing away, a picture of shyness. This is more than just talking to HR for her, more than she is comfortable with. “I don’t want you to. You’ve-... You’ve already done so much. I won’t be able to pay you back, not for a while.” He considers what she says and the meaning between the words she chose before taking a deep breath. He knows he just stepped on her pride.

“No, I’ll handle it. You don’t need to be worrying about this place when you’re already so worried about your parents. I won’t even notice the money is gone anyway. Don’t worry about it.” One of his loose feathers is between his fingers as he speaks, twirling it. He’s smart - she knows that. He’s probably already figured everything out before he even brought it up. “Consider it done, no strings attached, I swear.” He says as he sits up, giving her a stern look. Akira almost wants to cry under his gaze and what he’s offering her, her lip quivering slightly.

“You’re too kind, Keigo,” is all she musters in a weak voice before she wipes her eyes with her sleeve.

“Hey, listen, you’re my friend, yeah?” His brows furrow, his glare intensifying. “I’m sick of seeing you waste away, Akira. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.” A tremble passes through her - it feels nice to hear him say her name for the first time but in his stern tone, it grabs a hold of her insides and squeezes. She tries to keep herself from crying under his watchful eye and nods. It’s true, she has lost weight, lost muscle mass due to lack of sleep, an unbalanced, sparse diet, and overworking her body. She doesn’t eat enough to keep up with her rigorous schedule, and it’s manifesting - her clothes have begun to fit looser, her skin bruises from barely bumping into things, and she’s always hungry yet too deep in the day-to-day grind to allow time to enjoy proper meals. He’s right, she knows that. Yet under his intense gaze, she feels stripped away and is the most vulnerable she’s ever felt. To know he has seen her slow decline in the past weeks, making note without making a big deal over it aside from encouraging her to go on lunch with him, it’s almost too much for her to bear. Her heart swells, and that unfamiliar warmth in her chest rises up her neck. After thickly swallowing back her tears, she sighs.

“Thank you, Keigo, I-,” she’s wringing her hands anxiously when she finally makes eye contact again, “I don’t know what to say.” Her honesty puts a smile on his face, and it shines like the sun.

“Don’t mention it. Now hurry up, or you’ll miss the outgoing train.”

-*-*-*-

Keigo offers to fly Akira all the way to her parents’ house as a courtesy, but with her fear of heights coupled with the fact that he’s been ignoring his incoming calls for a couple of hours now, he knows it’s not feasible. He could already feel his agent’s impending wrath as he stands on the train platform with her awaiting the train. His intention is to see her off, but try as he might, his presence is drawing attention. While he doesn’t hate the attention, he doesn’t love it either, and during times like these, he wishes he could be more discreet. Several civilians have already pointed him out and called out greetings upon their landing. He’s glad he managed to convince her to do one more short flight with him to the station to save time. It gave them just a little more camera and gawking-free time. Though he’s pretty sure she kept her eyes firmly clamped shut this time to avoid the repercussions of vertigo. With a sigh, he steps away to give her some space and talk to the growing group of fans who have approached, absolutely starstruck.

Akira appreciates him trying to keep her out of it as she stands holding the handle of her suitcase in one hand and scrolls on her phone with the other. Of course, Keigo’s feeble attempt means nothing since several people have already taken photos of them together upon arrival. Already he’s scheming how he will spin this whole situation to his agent and the public tomorrow, once she’s far from here and safe from the press’s prying eyes. He mingles with the small crowd, signing his autograph, taking photos, and accepting their praise for all his hard work; however, when he picks up the sound of the approaching train before everyone else, he dismisses himself back to her side with his hands in his pockets.

“Should have expected some of that, sorry,” he says under his breath as he looks down the tracks.

“You’re a popular guy, what can you expect?”

“True, but sometimes it would be nice to have a moment that’s my own, ya know?” She nods and gives a small smile.

“People love you, Hawks, as they should.” He grins at her flattery and rubs the back of his neck. “Besides,” she continues under her breath, “I know you love it deep down - the fawning, the swooning, the praise.” Her lip quirks into a smirk as if she just read him for filthy.

“Listen, just because you don’t have a praise kink doesn’t mean I don’t,” he teases in return, keeping his voice low and making her laugh.

“Oh, you don’t say?” Her sarcasm is thick, and she gives him a nudge, making his eyebrows shoot up. His laugh is loud and strong. He returns her push playfully, but the sound of the train approaching the station kills some of his joy. Akira hears it, too, and pulls her ticket from her pocket. “Guess this is it, right?” She nods and glances at him. Her face heats when she sees how many people are watching them from over his shoulder.

“Yeah, this is it.” She sucks on her teeth a moment, giving the people a passing glance, Keigo immediately taking notice and nodding at her.

“I’ll take care of that, too,” he gestures back toward them casually as the train pulls to a stop and the doors on the cars before them open.

“What’s one more thing on my running list of debt to you, huh?” She sighs but gives a quick nod. However, she hesitates to step away. He almost protests, but his gaze catches on how her eyes track over his face, like she’s looking for something, and he takes a moment to do the same. Her eyes are so terribly puffy and red from crying, her dark circles prominent and her cheeks slightly more hollow than they were a few weeks ago. Even the sheen of her dark, curly hair has dimmed with time. Regardless, her dark brown eyes captivate him, and if he weren’t under the scrutiny of the other people at the station, he would pull her into a hug and take a whiff of her hair one last time. But the moment passes just as quickly as it began; Akira lets out a sigh and gives a nod to a question he didn’t ask, and she’s stepping into the train car, but she only makes it a couple of steps before she turns back to him.

“You better be careful, you pigeon! I don’t want to hear about you getting hurt on the news, okay?” Again, he’s surprised by her tone, and it conjures a genuine grin.

“Of course, little chickadee! Do what you gotta do. I’ll hold down the fort until you get back.” He tries to keep the sadness out of his expression as he gives her a wave. Seeing her go, not knowing when she’ll return, it’s squeezing that small, weak part of him that wants to go with her. With a quick wave, she steps farther into the car and goes to get her ticket handled. Keigo watches until the train car fills and it’s hard to spot her through the people, and then he is gone. The longer he waits on the platform, the more likely he will be caught by the press, and he’s already going to be swinging in conferences, meetings, and paperwork over the past five minutes alone.

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[fanfictiondreamscape]

“It’s Just the Internet.”

Request: would you write a yuri pliset. imagine where his f!SO (streamer maybe) and he found her in a bad state (nothing physical mostly emotional) and he comforts her? 

Title: “It’s Just the Internet.”

Genre: mostly angst - i can’t lie, a tiny portion of fluff, and a large amount of comfort

Pairing: Yuri Plisetsky x Fem!Reader

Notes: I’ve got more for you all! I think I’ve noticed a pattern amongst what you guys like from me, too, lol. Anyway, I tried to use what most streamers (and general internet personas) deal with from people on the internet - hate, stress, lack of privacy (as nasty as all of these are in everyday life). 

With that said, I will put a disclaimer here for anybody that feels uncomfortable with the aforementioned: This imagine deals with tense topics such as online bullying, unsavory body image, and chronic stress along with burnout. If you don’t feel comfortable reading about these things, I advise you now to read something else or proceed with caution. 

I feel like I should also mention that this semi-struck a chord with me, and it would have been great to have someone beside me in the moment, so part of this may be me projecting - either way, I hope you enjoy it! 

Below the cut! 

‘omg, her hair. who’s gonna tell her’

‘i hate her voice, its too high like..why does she even stream.’

‘honestly, who decided to give her a platform? her personality sucks.’

Suck it in, suck it up, and start the stream.

‘OMG. SHUT UP. YOU ARE A TERRIBLE GAMER. QUIT YOUR DAY JOB ALREADY.’

‘Why tf is your hair so greasy? we get it, you’re a horrible person, you don’t have to have horrible hygiene.’

Suck it in, suck it up, and start the stream. 

Suck it in, suck it up, and start the stream. 

Suck it in.

‘lose some weight, you fat cow.’

Suck it up. 

‘why are you so lazy, get up already.’

Start the stream. 

I pressed the button after preparing my smile for the umpteenth time in the hour, and while I would have liked to cut the stream at all today, I can’t disappoint my fans. The ones that stay for the content, at least. 

I let my internal timer go off before I flipped the screen image to my face. 

“Hey, everyone!”

And so we begin. 

The many ticking seconds, minutes, and eventually hours invaded my head - but I couldn’t crack. I can’t give them the satisfaction of seeing what up and coming nasty comment can do to my psyche. I can’t let them think they can win. 

Still, I can barely function with their words haunting me. 

The stream ended after almost four hours, and as I sent my goodbye to the viewers, I could feel my chest start to tighten and my eyes start to burn. My heart was beating at what felt like a million miles per hour, my whole body was trembling, and I could swear that I was about to pass out. 

I slid the chair I was in back from my desk and ran to the bathroom. Considering the time I started the stream and the time now, it had to be around 3 or 4 pm. With that in mind, more people would be flocking to the highlights or my personal Instagram. If they were going to flock over, then there is bound to be more from them.

I’m never gonna get past this, am I? 

Tears were streaming down my face, hot and haunting. I was, quite literally, a mess on the bathroom floor. I had gone through what I could manage in regards to tissues, but as it got harder to maintain my balance, I cradled myself in my arms and curled into a ball. 

I was beginning to hyperventilate, so I forced myself to take deep breaths. I have no idea how long it took, but as my breath slowed down and I stopped crying. I was still in a ball, but I had loosened up a little bit and decided to distract myself with some work. 

I hesitantly stood up, stumbling on my legs for a second, and wiped my tear-stained cheeks. With a sigh and a sniffle, I shuffled to my office again and opened up my editing software. 

Even if people don’t like me, the people that do deserve something done well to make up for where I fail to do well. I may not be a very good gamer, but I will flex my editing skills and do what I can with what footage I have. 

I quickly got to work, and though I got caught off guard by my performance in the recorded footage, I pushed through and slammed a zoom-in during a pause right before I ended up throwing my headphones onto my desk. I wasn’t doing well at all during the gameplay, but I have to try and make it seem like I did well. 

Time seemed to pass by quicker when I wasn’t focusing on anything else except what makes my day better - a cup of coffee, editing software, and lo-fi music in the background. 

That was, until I had to upload the next video on the queue. It was an indie horror game, and knowing how scared I can get, I was already anticipating what was going to come up in the comments. I didn’t want to fathom it, but my mind races sometimes...

‘scared? no wonder you suck at horror games, you’re already trash at regular games.’

‘OMG YOURE SO BAD AT THISSS HAHAAA QUIT YOUR DAMN JOB LOSER’

‘Dear god, you suck. How did you even manage to make it that far in the game?’

My breath was gonna get caught again, I could tell. I considered postponing the upload to tomorrow, but again - the fans that actually did care looked forward to this. 

Or did they just watch to get their kicks and the good comments are ironic? 

No, no, no, no, no - dammit, no! They mean it, they really mean it, they love to watch you - upload the video!

I almost pressed the upload button, but I stopped myself as my index finger was just a second away from clicking. I can’t do it today, I really can’t, seriously. If I end up doing this, I’m only gonna hole myself up more. If I do that, then my content is gonna much more horrid than it already is, and if that happens- 

“Babe, I’m home!” 

Time stopped, and only then was I aware of how shaken I was. Trembling, sweating, and my eyes were getting glassy again. Of course, it had to happen again. 

“Babe, are you in your - (Y/N), baby? What is it?”

Yurio saw me. He saw me. This is the one thing that would, could, and should have been avoided. Now he’s gonna freak out, and knowing his anger, go off on social media and start up a shitstorm. 

“(Y/N), look at me. (Y/N).”

I felt his nimble fingers lightly brush my shoulder. He had made contact with the chair I was seated in and turned it around, making eye contact with me before I directed my eyes down. “...What is it, Yuri?”

He glared at me before kneeling and, yet again, making eye contact with me. “What’s going on, darling?”

I sniffled and he waited, quiet and patient, as I slowly cracked. More tears fell down my face, I curled into myself even more, and my hands started trembling violently. Yurio’s eyes went wide and he grasped my hands in his as quickly as he could. 

“Darling, come on. Come here, don’t talk, okay? We can lay down on the bed, and you can relax, okay?” His blue-green eyes were focused on my face. “You can tell me later if you want, but right now, you need to take a break.” 

He guided me from my spot and moved with me despite how slow and sluggish I was. Short, sweet, reassuring words were uttered into my ears breathlessly yet urgent as we both made it to our shared room. 

The blankets felt like clouds when I laid down on them, yet I failed to focus on the comfort and instead focus on holding onto Yurio’s form. It was just muscular enough to provide comfort even if he was very thin. 

I shuffled into his chest, the both of us being splayed out on the bed as gently as possible. Little jostling around followed after we were settled. 

Yurio wrapped his arms around my body and started rubbing my back - it would be romantic had I not been a bawling mess, but I will take what I can since I need the comfort right now (as much as I may hate to admit it). 

“(Y/N), darling, I’m right here. I’ll always be here. Now, please, get some rest,” he pleaded, voice soft yet commanding. I sniffled once again and nodded, continuing to get closer to the blonde. 

I stopped crying eventually, but I wasn’t quite able to tell how long it had been. All I can recall is finishing my crying session and falling asleep. 

The faded light of the sun peeking through the transparent curtains shook me from my slumber, and upon feeling the other side of the bed empty, I became fully awake. 

“Yurio?” I lifted my tired body from the sheets and left the bed, leaving the room to find him. A large yawn overtook me before I started to search the house. 

I had been through the living area, the workout/dance room in the basement, and the bathrooms on all three floors before I found him. He was standing in the backyard, seemingly having just left the kitchen, and we shouting into his cell. He was most definitely livid.

I sighed, proceeding to take a deep breath before turning around and reaching for the refrigerator. If there was water anywhere, I’d love to find it, especially after last night. 

My mood dropped at the thought of it, but before I could dwell on it any longer, I heard a door slam and Yurio walk in while muttering profanities under his breath. He slammed his phone on the kitchen island before sighing and resting his elbows on the marble. 

I paused my movement, looking over my shoulder at him. “What’s going on with you today, huh?”

Yurio clicked his tongue, turning from the island and facing me. He was still a little bitter, but he visibly softened up a little bit when he met my eyes. “It’s nothing, just some publicity bullshit that I’m trying to work out.”

I raised an eyebrow, smirking just the slightest before shaking my head. “So that’s why you were in such a tizzy, huh?” I inquired, watching as he rolled his eyes and slinked towards me. He had me corner against the fridge as I maintained my eye contact. 

He kept his gaze focused on the cell in his hand, keeping a white-knuckle grip on the device. “I guess, yeah. I do need to ask you something, though,” he started. It made me nervous, but I decided to humor him. 

“Well, why the warning? Fire away.” 

“Is everything alright?” 

I hummed, shrugging and moving away from the appliance I had been leaning on. “Yeah, everything’s fine. Why? You worried?” 

Silence invaded the kitchen for a few seconds before Yurio pouted and grunted, turning away and murmuring, “Maybe....” I chuckled a little before reaching for the cupboard with mugs in it. 

My wrist was gently grabbed before I could get a hold of my favorite (Movie) mug. “Why don’t we go out for breakfast today? Practice was cancelled today and we haven’t spent much time together recently.”

If it were possible, I could swear that my eyes were sparkling. “Do you care where we go?”

“I was thinking (Your/Favorite/Breakfast/Place), since I know you love it.” He was trying so hard to be nonchalant, but he still gets flustered even years later. Cute!

“Yes!” was my enthusiastic response. “I’ll start getting ready if you’re down to leave in about fifteen minutes!” 

A smirk graced his features, and he gave a nod. I ran upstairs and started getting into what I felt comfortable wearing. 

He entered the room once I was done and threw a sweatshirt on - still with his oh-so-favorite leopard print on the panels - and held a nimble hand out for me. I held it, and we left for food. 

Breakfast went pretty well, but I had to stream again tonight. Three nights a week, sometimes a fourth when needed. Shit. 

We were almost home when the thought finally dawned on me. And this time. Yurio would be home the whole time. My eyes went wide at the thought, and had it not been for his grip on my hand, I would have absolutely broken. Again. 

“Hey, I was thinking about tonight. You have another stream scheduled, right?” 

“Huh? Oh, uh, yeah. Why’re you asking?” I inquired, looking at his eyes as they focused on the street signs. He never really asks, so this was odd to say the least. 

Clearing his throat, he suggested something that he’s never really suggested before. “Well, you got that new racing game, right? Why don’t we play together. 1 v. 1, boyfriend v. girlfriend?” 

That...actually didn’t sound half bad. Nobody really knew that we had been dating except for a select few people, and we had both been considering announcing it sometime, so this might be the best time. It may also be better for me mentally. 

But he’d still see the comments. 

That can’t happen. If it happens, I’m gonna get interrogated and Yurio’s gonna go ballistic on Twitter. If that happens, more hate is gonna come in and he’s gonna have so much bull to deal with from his manager. And that’s gonna fade into my streams, and then the comments will get even worse- 

“Babe? Hey, earth to (Y/n). Are you still in there?” 

I blinked a couple times, sniffling a bitt and nodding. “Yeah, yeah, I’m still here. And that sounds great! I’ll let you know when it starts, and get it set up.” 

He nodded, and we continued on our way to our home. When we arrived, I went to my office/game room and he went to the gym area in the basement (with the both of us announcing what we were doing, of course). 

I went to editing the stream from last night, cutting out what needed to be and editing what needed to be before finishing around two in the afternoon. I started to upload and went to getting the gaming setup prepared for tonight. 

My mind was still flooded with thoughts of what could happen tonight. So much could go wrong, in theory, but so much could go right, as well. People might lay off, but then again, it’s the internet - it couldn’t be helped, what with the utter chaos than can be released when someone decides to release it. 

I sighed, running my hands through my hair. The only two options that I have at the moment are to cancel the stream last minute and wait until tomorrow or go through with the stream and risk him noticing. Either way, Yuri would be suspicious and the people that actually care to watch my streams for myself and not to trash me would be disappointed. 

Damn decisions...just had to do this, didn’t you? 

With a deep breath in, I had finally decided to go through with the stream. Mods have tried to get people kicked and banned from the server, so I’m just gonna have to rely on them unless I want to cut it early when it gets too harsh. Anything yo make sure that Yuri doesn’t see it. 

I finished getting everything set up after I took a short breather, making sure that my sweatshirt and makeup were alright. I made sure to take extra time for it since Yuri was joining the stream and I wanted to avoid any of the comments as best as possible. Everything seemed to be in place, now all I needed to do was make sure that the video uploaded and the streaming screen was prepared. 

I checked the upload process and let it sit for a little while before opening Twitch and getting the recording program setup. Once that was done, I grabbed my usual controller and one for Yuri and laid them on my desk before leaving to grab a soda and relax for a bit until then - as best as I could, rather. 

With the can of (soda) in my hand, I stayed still by the fridge and continued thinking. I’d think it’d be a good idea to warn my mods and advise them to pay even closer attention, but as quickly as they move, there’s still Twitter and Instagram, even my channel uploads on YouTube. 

“Ugh, damn...this isn’t good....” Groaning, I turned away from the counter in front of me and looked at the mounted clock by the door. It was almost time to start the stream, meaning around a half hour beforehand. Great. 

Shaking my head, I tightened the grip I had on my soda. It was almost white-knuckle, but that was fine - it was a perfect parallel to my running thoughts right now. 

“You have to do it, the mods got it. They can keep it under control. That’s a fact. That’s the fact of the matter.”

“(Y/n), is everything alright?” 

Yuri shouting shook me from my stupor - seriously wish I could avoid it - and his footsteps made me turn to the doorway to the living area. “You’ve been in here a while.”

“Ah, yeah - I’m fine. The stream’s gonna start soon, so if you wanted to run through the setup with me, we can do it now,” came an offer from my mouth. Distractions, distractions, I suppose....

“If that would calm you down. You’re starting to strangle that can, there,” he stated - the beverage was beginning to flood the top. He was right, I really needed to loosen my grip. 

“Shit! Um, yeah, thanks. Let’s-let’s head up there now, then.” 

The two of us trailed beside each other as we walked up the steps, him and I glancing at the other as we did so. Sometimes, though extremely short, we’d look at the photos framed on the wall. Some were even pics with Victor and Yuuri, a few being in Russia despite them living in Japan. 

It only took a good thirty seconds to get to my setup and get settled. I gave a general rundown of the console, not like Yuri needed it considering we would play games with each other on both of our off days, but the rundown of the stream came to be a little more difficult. 

“So, the waiting screen will pop up....”

A nod and understanding look. 

“And a timer will be set up on said screen.”

“Mhm, yeah.”

“When that counts down, I’ll open and introduce myself again, and then you, followed by the game that we’ll be playing.” 

“Got it.”

“While waiting, though,” I hesitated. I was going to tell him about the deal with the comments, but on second thought, I probably shouldn’t- 

“’While waiting’ what? Is there something else I should be aware of?” came the questioning from the blonde sat in my spare chair. 

I cleared my throat, rubbed my hands together, and straightened my back up. “While waiting, comments will come up from the chat. Anything that isn’t permitted on my channel, though, gets deleted and the commenter gets monitored.” 

He nodded, staring at me. It seemed almost skeptical.

“So, please try to ignore them as best as you can. The mods have it under control, I promise,” I finished. He straightened his posture, his slightly taller frame engulfing mine in a hug. I tensed up a little bit - this didn’t happen often. 

“Got it, darling. Are we ready to start?” He pulled from the hug, gesturing to the setup with his head. I gulped, nodded, turned on some music, and began the stream.

The waiting screen came up, the music in the back ground playing on the video recording, and I finalized the set up.  I already spotted a few hate comments pop up, but they were quickly deleted. The mods were really on their game already. Which meant that I had to take the oh-so common deep breath and begin.

After about fifteen minutes of making sure that people were coming in and that we had everything we needed for the stream itself, I turned the music down and the video on. 

“Hey, hey, hey, everyone! Sorry about that wait, just had to make sure that everything was ready,” I began, shrugging and trying to match the upbeat demeanor that I tried to maintain for the crowd. “But, today, I have a guest with me! Does anybody know about figure skating? Well, I have my, um -” I choked a little on my words “- my boyfriend, Yuri Plisetsky.” 

He popped up on the screen behind me, and I knew now that things were out of my control. 

The chat flooded with shock - this was the first time that I had announced that I was dating someone, much less world-renowned figure skater Yuri Plisetsky. This was to be expected. With the shock, though, came the common hate comments. 

They came in quicker than usual, and as much as the mods tried to keep them down and deleted, a fair amount were still left as more and more chats came. 

‘why is HE with a dumb bitch like HER. he can do so much better.’

‘How much does anyone wanna bet that she bribed him into joining the stream for clout?’

‘desperation can be really awful, huh’

I almost cried, but I choked them back and continued as he introduced himself.

“Well, with that taken care of,” cue the nudge from him as he sat in the seat beside me, “we were gonna play racing games - particularly Mario Kart.” 

I skimmed the chat to see some people making exclamations about the games. 

“I’ll win. I always do,” Yuri said. It was cocky, which was normal. I laughed, loudly.

“Nope. Remember last time? That was sweet.” 

“Hey! You pushed me off the couch and I dropped the controller, cheater!”

And so we began. 

Choosing characters, maps, and actually playing rounds upon rounds upon rounds was fun. For a moment, I wasn’t worried about what people were saying as I was so focused on beating him. 

It wasn’t until I fell off the ramp right before I was about to turn for the final lap, and landed in 6th place that I noticed the chat. 

‘she even sucks at playing this. loser.’

‘DUDE DUMP HER AND GET SOMEONE WHO ISNT SO AWFUL. GET OFF THE INTERNET ALREADY TOO YUO GREASY FREAK’

I could feel my heart start to race. Still, I pushed through. Made my voice higher and more performative, stiffened my shoulders and acted through it. 

All the while, Yurio was laughing. It made sense, and I know that this is only a normal occurrence - hell, I do it to him, too - but it left me a little uneasy. There was a sense of almost saccharine familiarity to it, though, and that let me calm down a little bit.

“What the hell are you laughing for, huh? This same thing happened to you last time, big shot.”

“Yeah, sure - I still won,” he snarked. I rolled my eyes and set up for the next round.

The comments continued to flood in as we played more and more rounds, coming close to placing extreme bets just to make sure that either one of us could get the upper hand. We didn’t, but the good side of the chat got a luagh out of that. 

All the while, instead of the usual hate comments, they only escalated.

‘you fucking suck, kys now and save the ice tiger the burden.’

‘DIE ALREADY YOU STUPID SLUT!’

‘dont just delete oyur account, delete your loife you fucking clout chaser.’

Tears were gonna come, I knew it. They had never gotten to this point before, and holy shit, did it hurt. It hurt bad. Even worse than usual. 

I caved in the middle of the match before deciding to slam Yurio in the side and glare. We both knew what that cue meant, whether or not it was anger or something else. 

He almost stared into my soul when he saw my eyes getting glassy. I leaned in to his ear and whispered, “I’m gonna be a few minutes, okay? I’ll be right back. Please let the chat know.”

And with that, I pushed my chair back and shuffled out of the room and back to the bathroom to wear out my panic attack. I didn’t want to know what was being said, but this wasn’t the first time that I had to leave during streams - sometimes it was for a drink or food, others to use the bathroom. Either way, I’m still at a loss - I’m still a target. 

I went back in to a semi-silent chat and a Yurio who was scrolling through his phone and checking the chat, responding accordingly. I don’t know if he saw any comments, but whatever - I’m cutting the stream short anyway and handing this off to a friend to edit. 

I can’t watch this, but I can tell that there will be some pretty good highlights. 

I went to bed that night shaking, after having told Yurio he could crash and sending the saved file to said friend. 

Nightmares plagued me that night. Ideas of Yuri leaving me for someone better, fans reaching through the screen and reaching for my neck, even some chasing me down and cornering me enough to point, laugh, and injure me excessively. 

It was awful. 

It wasn’t until I went to check my Twitter DMs to clear them that something caught my eye. 

@(y/n)sbae: @YuriPlisetsky on @y/ngamestreams ‘s stream last night went off on the chat  - he already proving the he deserves her. 

A video was linked in the tweet itself, and out of curiosity - what did he do when I was out of the room? - I clicked it. 

“Okay, (Y/n) is going to be gone for a few minutes. Not like a good portion of you would care, either way.”

Yuri was glaring at the chat that was coming up, even scoffing at some of the messages being sent in. 

‘good, the bitch is gone. you deserve better man.’ 

‘DUMP THE WHORE. DUMP THE WHORE.’

“To every person in the chat having enough time in their sorry lives to torture the woman that I love, I hope you rot. She doesn’t put herself through this hell almost seven days a week just for you lowlifes to put her down even more.

“And if you must say anything, prepare for me to come for your throat. I love her, and I’m not afraid to fall to protect her if need be.

“That said, get a pastime already. If you think she’s pathetic, you losers are leagues worse. Get a hobby, for fucks sake already - sending in comments for no reason other than to send in comments isn’t attractive, like babies like you seem to think you are.”

He got up close to the screen, face almost taking up the whole screen. 

“And finally, fuck you.”

He rounded his rant off with two middle fingers. 

My eyes went wide, but seeing the rest of the chat cheering him on made me feel much better.

‘Get it, man! fuck you haters!’

‘(your/ship/name) ftw’

‘you two really are meant for each other, it’s so cute!’

‘you two are great inspirations, really - and this is so sweet!’

I didn’t realize it until I saw a drop of liquid on my screen - I was crying. But it wasn’t the kind I was getting used to, no. It was happy tears. 

For the first time in a while, the tears I was crying weren’t from pain, or anxiety, or even fear - no. They were happy. And I was actually relieved. 

I dropped my phone on the nearest surface and ran to find Yurio, managing to almost trip over my feet and table legs to eventually reach him in the living room. A movie of some kind was playing - I could really care less what it was, my mind is elsewhere - but I dove for the couch and tackled him into a hug.

I was still crying, even getting his clothing wet, but he returned the gesture - albeit in a confused manner, even slightly worried. 

“What is this about, babe? Is something wrong?” Panic was laced in his tone, of course, but I broke away to look him in the eyes (as best as I could considering I was still sobbing). 

“Nothing’s wrong, Yuri. I just saw what you did on the stream last night when I was out,” I sputtered through deep breaths and sniffles. It was hard to talk, honestly, but he got the message. 

“Why didn’t you tell me about that? I could have handled it earlier, y’know?” The question was blunt, but I could tell that he was preoccupied with the comments.  I shuffled around and laid on his chest before taking a deep breath and calming down a little. 

“Gee, thanks - but if you really want to know, I didn’t want to worry you. They weren’t bad in the beginning, but after a couple months ago, they got so much worse....”

He sighed, putting a hand on my head and patting it gently. “Really, this could have been shut down, or I could have helped you...you really scared me, (Y/n).”

I curled into him more, smiling into his chest. “But you shut it down, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, yeah - now get some rest, okay? I’ve got some games that I want to play on stream with you again tonight.” 

BONUS

The next day, after the stream had gone by (nearly) without a hitch and Twitter was updated accordingly - simply for the purpose of officially announcing that Yuri and I were dating and providing updates regarding the next upload.

Otherwise, it had taken some time for the aftermath to completely come to an end. The comments had come to an end, at least as best as they could, and it was later brought to my attention from yet another intriguing tag on a private account that I knew through Yuri. 

@russianiceprince12: you’re very welcome @y/ngamestreams & @icetigerofrussia for the warning 

Of course, Victor put him to the test. Why am I not surprised? 

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Running with the Wolves [4]

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-> Pairing: Yuri Leclarc x Fem!Reader

-> Modern!Au | Gang!Au | Enemies to Friends to Lovers

-> Word Count: ~1.3k

-> Warnings: Cursing, Inappropriate Jokes

-> Summary: You were just a normal college student, trying to find her way in a new place. You didn't mean to get caught up in the wrong crowd. You just wanted coffee, but now you're running with the wolves.

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You were never a morning person. The idea of waking up before 9 was a nightmare to you- even 9 was a little too early for your liking.

When you woke up early for classes, you were grumpy. You had an attitude with everyone who approached you, even Ellie. Everyone knew not to mess with you in the mornings.

But here, standing in Yuri's bedroom at 7:30am, you had no place to get an attitude.

Hapi was knelt at the bedside, carefully helping her injured leader sit up. He winced slightly with every movement, obviously not wanting to show weakness in front of his teammates. Unfortunately for Yuri, though, his members weren't idiots. Even you could see the flinches and tight breaths that he harbored in his chest every time he had to move and quite frankly, it was pitiful.

Hiram's eyes hadn't left you from the moment you entered Yuri's room where they all had congregated. Hapi insisted on wrapping Yuri's bandage first to reach you what do you. You were thankful- you'd never played nurse before. Especially not to a gunshot wound.

The room was quiet. Tense. You could feel everyone's weariness as Yuri slowly laid back in the bed, once more hiding his pain. Hapi patted the blankets and stood up, facing you.

"If the wound starts bleeding again, reinforce it with some dry bandages. Don't take it off if it's not bleeding. If it is, don't take it off until it's done bleeding. Yuri's had enough wounds, unfortunately, so he can help you gauge those things. We cleaned the dirt and shit out last night, so you shouldn't have to worry too much about cleaning it. Just- don't run off again. Please."

You heard the exasperation in her voice and nodded. Rhys held his hand out to you- in it, a small flip phone. You took it cautiously, still not forgetting how the silent man sliced you yesterday, and fiddled with the piece of technology.

"It's a burner phone. We'll call you after visiting both the Blue Lions and Golden Deer to give an update. Afterwards, destroy it. If you need to contact us, there's one number in the contacts list. Text it and just say the code "9653". We'll call back on a public phone. Do not use any specific words that could give away anything. Be subtle in case someone's listening. I'm smart enough to figure out what you're saying." Hiram explained.

Sensing how you absolutely refused to look at, or even acknowledge, Hiram's presence, Hapi continued. "We're about to leave. This is your last chance to redeem yourself, so we hope that you'll make the right decision. Remember, Y/N, we're not going to hurt you."

You nodded, eyes flickering to Yuri's frame. He seemed almost child-like laying in the large king bed, his eyes half-lidded as he listened to his members speak. He met your gaze and you quickly looked away, watching as the Wolves filed out of the room.

Hapi placed her hand on your shoulder. "Yuri's a little difficult to get along with, but he has good intentions. Take care of him."

"Yeah!" Hiram cackled from the hallway, "Make it up to him. Make him some breakfast, give him some head- OW!"

Hapi shook her head. "There's plenty of food in the fridge. Don't order take-out, don't have any form of outside communication besides us. Don't go looking for your phone either, Hiram destroyed it."

"Wait- he what?!" You called out, but they were gone. The house was silent after Hapi had locked the doors completely. You turned to Yuri, who was still glaring at you. "Do you want breakfast?"

"I'd like to be with my team."

Your lips pulled into a tight line and you sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Alright, I'm sorry." When he quirked an eyebrow, you explained. "I- I didn't mean to shoot you. I was scared, and I meant for it to be just a warning shot. My hands were shaking and I didn't even aim. I didn't want to hit anyone."

Yuri stayed quiet, still analyzing your form as you played with your fingers. He looked rather cute, laying there with the soft comforter stopping just below his nose. Only his eyes and the top of his head peaked out, making him seem like a pouting child. A pouting child with a gun and years of combat experience, but a child nonetheless.

"I want pancakes."

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Hapi was right- there were an abundance of ingredients in the kitchen of the house, ready for you to use. But there was just one problem.

You had no clue how to make pancakes.

Flour, eggs, butter, and baking powder sat on the counter, untouched by your hands as you wracked your brain. You didn't have a phone to look up a recipe. Hiram would probably kill you if you used one of his computers. The flip phone was for emergencies only, and definitely didn't have any pancake recipes hidden in the notes section.

You sighed, deciding to grab a few measuring cups. Then, you stared at the ingredients again. While lost in your thoughts, you failed to notice a certain purple-haired asshole limping into the kitchen and plopping himself down at the table. He watched you for a moment.

"You know you actually have to cook, right? Pancakes don't just make themselves while you watch."

"Fuck-" You jumped and whipped around, the measuring cup flying out of your grip and landing on the floor. "What are you doing up? You need to be resting."

"Do you even know how to make pancakes?"

Your eye twitched. He was ignoring your questions. "I- Of course I do! Now go back to bed before your wound reopens. How did you even get up, anyways? Not even twenty minutes ago you were struggling to sit up."

"I'm a miracle boy. Now, make pancakes."

You huffed and faced your mess again. In a wild guess, you grabbed the measuring cup once more and reached for the milk carton. Two cups should be okay, right?

"You're doing liquids first? Interesting. That's not how my mother taught."

"Then tell me, Yuri, how did your mother make pancakes?" You seethed through your teeth.

The man only grinned and leaned his cheek against his palm. "I'm glad you asked. There's no harm in admitting you're clueless. First, do the dry ingredients. Flour, baking powder, all of that."

You're a dry ingredient, you bit back from saying. Yuri might not be in good shape to fight if you launched yourself at him from across the kitchen, but you didn't miss the glint of the handgun that rested against his hip. The same one you had used to shoot him.

“Now put in the eggs and milk and shit.” Yuri gave you more measurements and ingredients and soon enough, you had pancakes on a plate and were serving them to the charity case that sat across from you at the table. He was quiet as he ate, and to you the tense silence was unbearable. You had to break it.

“These are good- you said your mom taught you how to make them like this? What was she like?” You flinched at the look Yuri gave you, immediately regretting asking.

“She was the one person in my life who I could just be myself around. Not Yuri, the leader of the Ashen Wolves, not Yuri, the man who’s killed more than his members combined, just Yuri, her son. My mom was the best woman to ever exist.” He spoke intensely, and you could see just how much he loved her.

“Was?”

“She- she’s missing.” Yuri closed his eyes and placed his fork down, standing up. “I’m going back to bed. Uh, thanks.”

You nodded and began gathering the plates together, bringing them to the sink to wash them. You were fully aware that Yuri had stopped in the doorway and was observing you as you cleaned. He cleared his throat.

“And Y/N. Just so you know, none of us chose this life. We’re all in the Wolves for a reason. We’ve all got our own goals and plans. Don’t be quick to judge.”

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Oceandust [4]

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Pairing : Kim Hongjoong / [fem] Reader

Genre : Angst, Violence, Language, Fluff, Smut, Pirate! AU

Words : 4.1k

Previous Chapter. - Next Chapter.

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-Hongjoong’s P.O.V-

I stood in the middle of the deck, looking out towards the open ocean, the moon still reflecting off the waves. I stretched my arms up towards the sky, groaning low in my throat when I felt my shoulders pop. I remembered the conversation I had with Y/N just yesterday. Now that I think about it I agreed to teach that brat way too easily.  I frowned as I thought back to how quickly I caved the second she said please. The hopeful look in her eyes was just too much for me, I couldn’t possibly say no. Just thinking about the slight and probably unintentional pout that played on her lips had my heart skipping a beat, a warmth I hadn’t felt in a long time spreading across my chest. I let out a breathy laugh, a grin worming its way onto my face.

“Ah, my eyes!”

I jumped at the sudden shout, glaring at the one responsible as soon as I found him, “Seonghwa what the hell is wrong with you?” I asked as I punched at his arm roughly.

He grimaced, immediately rubbing his arm, “You just had this stupid dreamy look on your face, I threw up in my mouth a little at the sight.”

I froze for a split second, my face going blank as I reached for my swords, unsheathing them in one swift movement. I swung forward without hesitation, Seonghwa blocking the blades with ease, “One of these days I’m going to feed you to the sharks,” I threatened, pushing away from him.

“No you won’t.” He said matter of factly, sheathing his sword the moment I sheathed mine.

He chuckled softly, a grin playing at his lips, “So, what has my captain looking so happy this early in the morning? Or should I be asking who?”

I glared once more at the teasing look in his eyes, reaching for my swords again. Before I could get my hands on them Seonghwa stopped me, a nervous smile replacing the grin he had on his face earlier.

“Alright, alright, I’ll stop teasing.”

“Is there something you wanted?” I asked, freeing my wrists from his grip.

“The others want to know when we’re gonna head out. They’re getting a bit antsy.”

I averted my gaze at his words, biting down on my lower lip. We’ve been docked here for longer than I had originally intended. To keep the authorities off our trail we only dock in one place for no more than three days and that’s pushing it. We’ve been in Celic for a week now and I could tell the others were starting to grow anxious but I couldn’t find it in myself to leave. I knew the reason why I wanted to stay but I’ve been vehemently denying it to myself since I figured it out. And I can’t just leave now, not after having promised her I’d train Yuri and help take the little ones to school. I just need a few days, another week tops. The kid only needs to know the basics, nothing too advanced, that should be enough for him to be able to protect himself.

“Give me another week.” I mumbled under my breath, leaning against the railing of the ship, staring down at the water. “I need another week to settle some things…”

I could feel Seonghwa’s stare but I refused to meet his gaze, “I’ll tell the others of your decision but...can I offer a few words of advice?” he paused, his tone of voice softening, “The longer you take to say goodbye the harder it’ll be to leave. I don’t know who, or what has you wanting to stay for so long but I can tell whatever it is means quite a bit to you. I suggest you nip it in the bud before whatever you’re feeling starts to grow and when it does not only will you and the crew be in danger but the source of your affection will also be put at risk.”

My shoulders tensed at his words, a certain memory trying to resurface. I shook my head to chase it away, pushing myself off the railing and walked across the deck. I was about to walk off the ship when I suddenly stopped, glancing down at my feet for a second before looking over my shoulder to see Seonghwa still standing on the opposite side of the ship.

“I know I should end it before I regret saying goodbye but...I’ve promised her a few things and I want to get them done before we leave.” I murmured, barely loud enough to be heard over the sound of the waves but the sympathetic look he gave me told me he heard me loud and clear.

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“You’re late.”

I jumped at the sound of her voice, abruptly brought out of my thoughts. I searched for her only to find that she was walking up from behind me. I furrowed my brows as I took in her attire, the weary look in her eyes not going unnoticed by me. I readjusted the bag hanging from my shoulders and turned to properly face her, my eyes scanning over her attire. Ah, she must be on her way home from work, I thought, my expression softening as I waited for her to catch up. I reached out without thinking, taking her bag from her and slung the strap over my shoulder. 

“Do you always come home at this time?” I asked, falling into step alongside her. 

She hummed out her response, giving a nod of her head. My brows knit together again, a frown, “Wait for me at the end of your shifts, I’ll walk you home.”

“I can get home perfectly fine you know. I don’t need a chaperone.” She said as she puffed out her chest.

I chuckled softly as I reached over, ruffling her hair gently before I could stop myself, “I know you can but...let me do this, yeah? It’ll give me some peace of mind.” I said as I gave her a smile, some of my unease shining through in the smile. 

She paused at my words, falling behind but I kept walking, thinking nothing of what I just said to her. Knowing she would walk home from working in the middle of the night didn’t sit right with me, I was afraid something would happen to her. I know she must’ve done it countless times before she’s met me but I couldn’t stop those words from coming out of my mouth even knowing that. 

“You’ve been uncharacteristically nice to me. Why?” She asked, the skepticism clear in her voice. 

“What do you mean uncharacteristically? I’ve always been nice to you.” I said with a scoff. 

She raised a brow, an amused smirk playing at her lips, “I'm in no mood to entertain you, girl. Hand over the watch and I'll let you go. If you refuse once more then I'll kill you here and I get my watch back anyway...and that bracelet you have in a death grip in your left hand as well.” She said in a voice deeper than her own, trying to imitate me as she made a fake gun with her hands. 

I deadpanned, watching the serious look on her face falter, a grin playing at her lips. It didn’t take long for a laugh to fall from her lips, the exhaustion that had been plain on her face vanished completely as she laughed wholeheartedly. I watched her with what could only be described as an affection smile. I really am gonna have a hard time saying goodbye aren’t I? 

“Okay okay. In my defense you stole something precious of mine,” I said with a heavy sigh, slinging an arm around her shoulders with a roll of my eyes and continued the walk to her house.

I felt her tense under my arm but she didn’t utter a word in protest, in fact I could’ve sworn I saw a blush spread across her cheeks. Even if I wasn’t sure if I saw it a grin found its way into my face, an elated feeling blooming from my chest. 

“Yeah well if you didn’t have it out in the open like that I wouldn’t have even thought of taking it.” She huffed out. 

I scoffed, narrowing my eyes as I turned to her, hiding the surprise on my face when I noticed she was already looking at me. I had momentarily forgotten I had an arm around her shoulders, standing closer then we were before. I couldn’t help but let my eyes take in every little detail of her face. My eyes darted from her eyes to her cheeks to her nose then finally down to her lips before going back up to her eyes and then down again, repeating the course I had set my eyes on. I hadn’t noticed I was staring for so long until I noticed a red tint gradually paint her cheeks. I looked back up into her eyes, drawing my gaze away from her lips as they had lingered there for a second too long. I averted my gaze, clearing my throat as we came to the top of the hill. 

“I never thought anyone would be bold enough to steal from me, let alone stupid enough to go through with it.”

“Well there’s always a first for everything.” She said as she quickened her pace, coming out from under my arm. 

I watched her head to her house where Yuri was already waiting outside but I didn’t pay him any mind. My gaze lingered on her retreating figure, a hint of a smile on my lips. 

“Yeah...there’s always a first…”

-Y/N’s P. O. V. -

Hongjoong walked beside me in silence through the town, seemingly lost in his thoughts. It had been about a week since he had been coming over at the ass crack of dawn to teach Yuri how to defend himself. At first he was his usual flirty and cocky self when I was around but I had caught sight of his serious side a few times through the windows. The moment I left those two alone I heard Hongjoong’s voice drop an octave, sternly giving Yuri directions. I had grown curious of this side of his, the way his eyes looked clearer and the way his face said he wasn’t having any nonsense. Now that I think about it, serious Hongjoong was pretty hot, like insanely hot. Not like he wasn’t attractive before but something about his eyes shadowing over and his jaw clenching really just-

“Y/N?”

I was snapped out of my thoughts by Hongjoong waving his hand in front of my face, a concerned look in his eyes as he furrowed his brow. I shook my head to clear my thoughts, giving him a reassuring smile in response to the unasked question he had for me in his eyes.

“If you zone out like that then you’re going to bump into someone.” He scolded like a mother would her child. 

I scoffed, reaching over to flicker his forehead softly, “Look who’s talking. You were lost in your own thoughts just a few seconds ago.”

He frowned about to repeat the action to my own forehead but his hand froze mid air when a man shouted his man from behind us. I tried to turn around to see who it was but before I could Hongjoong put both hands on my shoulder, keeping me still as he faced me. 

“Sorry about this.” He said with an apologetic smile. 

I opened my mouth to question him but no words made it out, instead a high pitched squeal fell from my lips as he suddenly bent his knees and wrapped his arms around my thighs, hoisting me up and throwing me over his shoulder. Before I knew it he was running away from the man that was calling after him. I tried to look up to see who exactly Hongjoong was running from but I was being jostled around too much. I let out another squeal before wrapping my arms around his waist tightly. The second I did I felt him give my thigh a light squeeze. I ignored the way my heart caught in my throat when he did that, shutting my eyes tightly until he stopped running. It took him a few minutes to slow down to a jog and then eventually he slowed to a walk. 

“Um….Hongjoong?” I spoke slowly, hesitantly loosening my grip on him but I clung to him tighter when he adjusted me on his shoulder. 

“Hmm?” He hummed, prompting me to continue. 

“When do you think you’re going to put me down?”

“I don’t know, I quite like carrying you around like this.” He said, a teasing tone to his voice, tapping a finger on my hand that had the fabric of his shirt in a death grip.

I rolled my eyes, lifting my head a bit only to get a great view of his ass, “ Well I can't really complain. The view I have is amazing. Say Hongjoong, how many squats a day do you do to have an ass this great?” 

He froze mid step at my words, his whole body growing tense. I stifled a laugh at the look I imagined was on his face right now, about to tease him some more when he finally put me down. The second he did he twirled me around so I had my back to him. With his hands on my shoulders we started walking again, Hongjoong pushing me forward. I tried to take a look at him over my shoulder but as soon as I did he put both hands on the sides of my head, forcing me to look forward. I didn’t get to see much of his face but I was able to get a glance at the deep red tint on the part of his face I did manage to see. 

I chuckled softly, “If all I had to do was mention your ass to get you to shut up I would’ve done it ages ago! I mean you can’t really blame me! It’s so plump and round and-”

Hongjoong cut me off from saying any more, twirling me around to face him. He clamped a hand over my mouth, my voice muffled. His face was beet red, his brow furrowed as a sheepish look crossed his eyes. He averted his gaze, his eyes darting from place to place, avoiding my eyes the whole time.

“Please, stop.” He basically pleaded with me, his voice softer than I had ever heard it, “I don’t think my heart can take it. If you say any more I swear I’ll die from the embarrassment,” He whispered, finally looking at me to meet my gaze.

The instant his eyes met mine my breath caught in my throat, my heart rate picking up speed the longer I held his gaze. I don’t know why the look on his face sent my heart racing but if I continued to stare into his eyes I feel like I’m the one that’s going to die. So I looked away, already feeling the familiar heat crawl up my face. With a nod I pulled his hand away from my mouth, gently squeezing his hand in mine as I moved it back down to his side. I held his hand for a few seconds too long, my touch lingering before finally pulling away. I took a step back, now averting my gaze, hiding my hands behind my back. Well, now this is awkward…

-

Hongjoong and I got over the awkwardness that fell over us fairly quickly, now standing in front of the door to my home. After that little episode Hongjoong had grown kind of melancholic, though he tried to hide it I was able to pick up on it. I had wanted to ask what was wrong but every time I tried he would deflect the question and change the subject. And just as I was about to ask once more he beat me to it, slinging off the bag he had been carrying and handed it over to me.

“I got a few things for the kids, hopefully they like it.” He said, a nervous tone to his voice as he untied the belt he was wearing, handing it to me along with the sword that was attached to it in its sheath, “Give this to Yuri too. I kinda promised the little brat I’d get him his own sword. Tell him, he can have the day off tomorrow, he deserves it.”

I looked at that sword in confusion before taking it, peeking inside the bag to see it was full of toys, clothes, books, all kinds of things for the little ones. I looked up at him in shock, already about to decline these gifts when he stopped me.

“And don’t try and give them back. The money on them has already been spent so don’t worry about it and accept them.”

“Hongjoong...I--I don’t know what to say…” I trailed off, too shocked by the suddenness of this all.

And just as I thought I couldn’t be more shocked by all of this Hongjoong suddenly reached forward, his hands behind my neck. I froze when I noticed just how close he’d gotten, his face mere inches from mine. When he was done doing whatever the hell he was doing he leaned back, his eyes focused on  just below my collarbones, a small smile on his face.

“I knew it’d look good on you.”

I raised a brow in confusion and looked down. The second I caught sight of the necklace I gasped. It looked like it was made of pure silver, simple in design but the pendant that hung from it and the ruby embedded in it made the simplicity of it all the more beautiful. I looked back up at him, still too shocked to say anything.

“Hongjoong I…” I trailed off once more, the words escaping me. 

I couldn’t figure out what to say, or how to say it for that matter. But...why does something feel off? I felt my heart sink to the pit of my stomach as I thought about it. It felt like a ten ton pound weight was put on my chest, making it increasingly harder to breathe. If I didn’t know any better these presents felt like farewell gifts but the thought of having to say goodbye to him for longer than a day was too hard for me to bear. I had grown accustomed to his presence. He was cocky, flirty, annoying, mischievous, and sometimes even a down right pain in the ass...but I’ve come to look forward to seeing him everyday. Fearing I wouldn’t see him again I reached out, grabbing him by the sleeve, my hold on him so tight my knuckles were turning white.

“Hongjoong...why--why does it feel like I’ll never see you again after this?” I asked, my voice coming out a bit shaky.

-Hongjoong’s P.O.V-

I had to fight back the frown that tried to adorn my face at her words, the way her voice broke was too much for me. I gave her a tight lipped smile instead, offering her no words because I knew if I tried to say something I would confirm her suspicions. It was time for my crew and I to raise our anchor and set off to sea once again, I had promised them we’d only be here a week longer and that week came and went. They should already be done with preparing the ship by now and were just waiting for me to get back. But how was I supposed to leave when she was holding onto my sleeve so tightly, the look in her eyes begging me to tell her I’ll be seeing her tomorrow. 

I heaved out a sigh, raising my hand to cup the side of her face and without thinking I leaned in. I knew a kiss on the lips would be too much for the both of us right now so I did the next best thing. I planted a gentle kiss on her cheek, lingering for a while before pulling away. I gave her my best smile, my thumb softly running over her cheek before I let my hand fall back to my side.

“Goodbye, Y/N. I’ll see you later.” I said before I could stop myself.

I wasn’t exactly lying but that ‘later’ I’m promising doesn’t exactly mean any time soon. I swore to myself that I’d come back someday, I promised I wouldn’t leave her alone for too long but I couldn’t bring myself to voice these promises. Especially after seeing the way her eyes lit up at my words. Seonghwa was right, I should’ve nipped this thing in the bud before it grew too hard to say goodbye. Now I regret brushing him off. But most of all I regret leaving her. It was too late for me to deny that my heart yearned for her, and now it ached with the knowledge of being apart from her for who knows how long. I don’t know if I could call this feeling love but I imagined it was something close to it. And it was a feeling I would’ve enjoyed exploring with her but I can’t, not with what and who I am.

I took a step back and offered her one last smile before turning on my heel and leaving. As I walked away at a brisk pace I prayed, begged her not to call after me. If I heard her call then my resolve would crumble. Please, please don’t call for me. One look at your face would have me running back to you, so please don’t, that’ll only hurt us both. I pleaded with her in my head but even though I was thinking that a small part of me wished she would call for me. It’d give me the perfect excuse not to leave her but my wish went unanswered as I left without hearing another word from her. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed but what I didn’t know at the time was that she did call for me, begged me not to go...I was just too far away to hear her pleas.

. . . . . .

“Raise the sails!” I ordered as soon as I climbed aboard my ship.

The crew let out shouts of confirmation and got to work. I was about to head straight for the wheel but before I got to it Seonghwa stepped in front of me, blocking the way. The knowing smirk on his face had a sigh of annoyance fall from my lips but he just grinned wider.

“So...the waitress from the pub, huh?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

I stayed silent, about to side step him when his next words stopped me, “What was her name again? Y/N?”

“How do you know her name?” I asked, my eyes narrowing in on him.

“Eunwoo is an old friend of mine. I think you’re forgetting I grew up in Celic.” He said, looking smug about it, “I can’t tell you how surprised I was to see you with her earlier. I can’t believe a woman like that with a fine-”

I glared at him, reaching for the swords I had on my back, “A fine what?” I threatened, watching his devious smile turn into a nervous one.

“A fine head of hair! A woman with a fine head of hair would even give you the time of day.” He averted his gaze, suddenly reaching over to drape an arm around my shoulders, “What kind of strings did you have to pull to win a prize like that? I mean how the hell did you make her yours?”

I shoved his arm off of me, pushing him aside rather roughly, “She’s not some prize to be won and she’s not mine either, she’s her own person not some property to be claimed. We were friends and that’s it, nothing more nothing less,” I spoke in a harsh tone, the glare I was giving him not easing up one bit, “Now if you have nothing else to tell me get to your station, we have a long way to go till our next destination.”

The smile fell from his face completely, a serious look in his eyes as he nodded, “Yes sir.”

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