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italeean · 1 year

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Endurance training

You can find the plot here

A/N: Hiiiii!! Guys you have NO IDEA of how excited I am for this fic... like, an x reader??? WITH MY HUSBAND?!!!! Anon, chiunque tu sia, ti amo 💚🤍❤️ (Anon, whoever you are, I love you). I hope you all enjoy this work, suggestions and support are always appreciated 🌸 Happy July everyone!!

DISCLAIMER: This is a tickle fic, if it's not to your taste, I don't suggest you read it

Every day just felt the same: waking up at 4 AM, going on a run, shower, light breakfast, training, lunch, more training, dinner and sleep. That was the merciless routine y/n has had ever since they decided to join the Fatui ranks as a recruit. And the worst part was him.

Tartaglia, Childe, the 11th Harbinger and also their direct superior. He was the Harbinger responsible for their training, and y/n was destined to be one of his soldiers, under his command. If they wanted to have a future as something more than a simple soldier, they needed to make themselves known, they needed to be bold and daring if they wanted to impress him.

But how do you impress someone who's so fearless and self-confident that he fights with the weapon he has most trouble using?! (And he's also a pro at it)

The answer was completely unknown to them. They just knew they needed to make him notice them and see their potential. Because they had potential... right..? There was no time to be insecure, they had the skills and the desire to learn and reach higher and higher goals.

That's why they trained almost to exhaustion, paying attention not to burn themselves out to avoid missing out on important training session just because their body was too strained to even get up, and eventually their work paid off because the Harbinger decided to follow their progress with special attention, which included private combat lessons after the regular training with all the other recruits.

The two of them got closer with time, and y/n slowly got used to Childe's reckless and sometimes flirty personality. He was brilliant when it came to combat skills, although he had some lacunae in the topic of strategizing, but they saw him as a model anyway, and they strived to impress him.

However, they felt like they lacked something in their style. Their shape was perfect, their movements were fluid, their reflexes were quick... and still, the Harbinger always took them down in any kind of combat with any kind of weapon without even breaking a sweat during their training sessions.

"You're too rigid," He always told her "you should try to have more fun. Be bold, unpredictable. You're always on the defensive so your style gets predictable in the long run." Those words stung a little, but y/n knew he was right... they had to be more daring, even at the cost of making mistakes.

They quickly got up and charged at the Harbinger with the intent of tackling him to the ground... only to find their hands blocked before they could even register what was happening.

Childe was standing in front of them with his usual smug smile. "That's already much better, although we'll need to work on your speed. Now, if you manage to grab your opponents hands like I did with you, you have many possibilities." He got both y/n's hands into one of his own, "Like a headbutt, a kick to make the opponent fall and bring the fight to the ground, or you can assess a punch to the stomach, right here..."

His free hand darted to the mentee's belly to show them the exact spot to hit... but when he poked the area, he was surprised by the startled yelp that left y/n's lips. "Oh? Is there something wrong? Did it hurt? It wasn't supposed to hurt... did you strain a muscle? You've been doing the stretching routine I gave you, right?" He looked at them with a worried but stern look on his face as he let go of their hands.

"Of course I did!" Y/n replied quickly "It didn't actually hurt... it just... umm... startled me! Anyway... I'm starting to feel fatigued now, I think it's better to do the stretching and wrap things up here for today..."

Childe nodded and smiled "It's good that you're learning to understand the signals of your body, it can save your life in battle... unless you're me, in that case, fatigue isn't a thing for me." He boasted playfully and started to leave, letting y/n do the stretching on their own. Y/n breathed a sigh of relief... luckily he had bought her excuse.

'Who do they think they're kidding?' Tartaglia thought to himself. And he was right, who did they think they were kidding? He was a big brother, he could detect a lie from a mile, especially when it came to being ticklish.

The following day, the morning training went as usual, but when they headed to the training arena in the evening, a little surprise awaited them. The Harbinger was standing there with a mischievous, almost ominous smirk on his face.

"Today we'll have a special training session to improve your stamina and strength." He began "It's very effective, and I can guarantee you that you'll feel loosened up after I'm done wi- I mean, after we're done." He chuckled, cooing internally at y/n's confused expression.

He gave them a wooden stick, "You'll have to keep it raised above your head for as long as you can." He told them. The instructions were simple enough, and the mentee did immediately as they were told, although they found that training unexpectedly easy... almost excessively simple.

"Umm... shall we pass to something heavier..?" They asked perplexed after a couple of minutes. "Don't be cocky now, you're about to find out how hard this exercise can get..." He got closer to them, cracking his knuckles.

Y/n gulped at the thought of what was about to happen, because they didn't know. Probably not even the Tsartitsa herself knew how ruthless the training to become a Fatuus could get. They had to keep their guard high, be ready for the worst...

But they weren't ready for the storm of pokes that descended on their torso, making them yelp and squirm and jump left and right. "Wha- aaaahhehehehe w-whahat are yohou doiiing???" "Oh can't you tell by yourself? I'm tickling you!! I'm sure it has happened to you before! Now you better keep that stick up~" He teased as his hands went to town all over their poor tummy, toned by all those days of training.

"Hahahahaha h-hohohow dihihid yohou-"

"How did I know? Dear, I'm an older brother... did you really thought you had fooled me with your little act and your little excuse?" He chuckled as he poked y/n's abs and pinched their sides. "Now, don't you think you deserve this also as a punishment for lying to me, your superior AND your dear mentor?"

"Nooooohohoho thihihis ihihisn't fahahahair!!" The mentee complained as they succumbed to the giggles.

"This is endurance training, it isn't supposed to be fair. Now gather up and endure, that stick is shaking too much." He latched onto their ribs with both hands, enjoying the shriek that left y/n's lips as he played with their ribcage as if it was a piano.

"GAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOHOHOP IT!!" Y/n yelled on top of their lungs as their sensitive ribs were playfully tormented. "Or else what? I should remind you that I'm the one in charge here, so you're in no position to bark orders." The redhead replied with his usual amount of wit and sass as he kept having fun with his mentee's ribs.

Poor y/n could feel their legs shaking, but they did their best to fight the urge to curl over themselves... with scarce results apparently, because Tartaglia corrected them. "Your posture is incorrect, I'm gonna have to correct you, I suppose..."

And by 'correct' he meant scribbling all over their back and watch them yelp and arch it into a more correct position. "That's what I'm talking about... and I gotta admit that you're lasting surprisingly long given how much you're laughing and squirming... I guess I'll have to go for the kill..."

As he said that, his hands shot up to y/n's underarms, delicately scratching the skin with all his 10 fingers. "WAAAAHAHAHAEHEHEHEHE NOHOHOHOHO PLEHEAHAHAHSE!!" The trainee couldn't handle it anymore and let go of the stick as their knees gave out and they crumbled to the ground, trying to curl up in a ball as those devious, nimble fingers followed every single movement of theirs.

"IHIHIHI GIHIHIHIVEHEHE!! IHIHI GIVEHEHEHEHEHE UHUHUHUHUP!!!" They scream-laughed desperately when the tickling got too much to handle, and were relieved that the Harbinger decided to be merciful and stop the tickling.

After they recovered from that merciless attack (yes, he recognized he'd been a little merciless), he looked at them still with his smug face. "Well? What do you think about this endurance training?"

"Endurance training?! You call this torture a training session?!" They exclaimed in embarrassment, which made him snicker. "I think you should endure a little bit of punishment for lying to me about your ticklishness..." He slowly approached them again.

"I loved this training session!!" Y/n quickly replied with a terrified smile. Maybe (MAYBE) they had fun, but going through all of that again was really too much. "See? That's what I'm talking about!" He chirped, "I bet you're much more relaxed and laid back after laughing so much... but you're right, this was no training. I just wanted to have my fun while loosening you up."

"You WHAT?!" The poor mentee exclaimed completely astonished. "Aaaww are you gonna pretend you didn't like this even a little? Fine, I guess... get up and get your revenge!"

Y/n quickly got up and charged at their mentor, determined to take him down and 'make him pay'.

They never managed to get their revenge... on the contrary, they got wrecked again, but Childe also told them that he'd never seen them fight so well, without the usual rigidity. That 'endurance training' had really managed to loosen them up.

#genshin impact tickle #genshin tickle #lee!reader #ler!childe #ler!tartaglia #ler!ajax #tickle fic #ticklish!reader #LER CHILDE LER CHILDE LER CHILDE 😻😻😻😻#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH-

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suuho · 2 years

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mutuals as svt songs & members + why please!

hi! under read more cause this is long!!

@young-jae as scoups / snap shoot: sofie is like the big sister i never had and i love her to death. her vibes are the entire snap shoot video in one and her friendship makes me feel light and loved and understood, and never like any work at all. i also love dino's verse and dk's harmony here a lot and i think that is really just the two of us in, like, 5 seconds.

@bisexualhobibi as jeonghan / all my love: ana is my best friend in the world. they are funny, mischievous, opinionated, caring, brilliant, and just the absolute bestest person you could ever have the luck to meet. i have no idea how they deemed me cool enough to become friends with them to be honest??? sometimes i feel like i don't deserve a friendship like this. all my love only amounts to so much, you know? but even so, i would do everything for them.

@herewegobebe as joshua / aju nice: ah, ru!!! i love ru so much. she is such a veteran in the shawol fandom and i feel like joshua is a good fit for her. aju nice is the kind of song that makes you nostalgic but is also just a huge fucking party, and i think there's nothing us shawols know better / love more than that.

@huiwife as jun / rock with you: a fellow gemini, this was such a no brainer. jasmine has the energry of jun cooking his hot pot for everyone, that quiet kind of devotion. to me, anyways. i chose rock with you because i feel like it has that kind of infectious vibe that jasmine has, and because it could have been a pentagon b-side.

@jjaes as hoshi+minghao / thanks: do i need to say anything here, actually? yes, al gets a double bill so sorry to whoever would have been minghao, i guess. thinking about this makes me want to bawl my eyes out so i will keep it short, mostly. al is the only person in the world who understands me unconditionally and who has never, ever left me, and never will. there is not enough thanks, or even words, in the world to convey my gratitude. not enough love, either. also, she is the perfect marriage of hoshi's gemini delusion and minghao's spirituality and no nonsense approach to life.

@wonublr as wonwoo / oh my!: lee is the wonu to my woozi and of the funnest people i ever met on caratblr. we just kinda clicked instantly and that is so rare! she has the kind of calming influence on me that wonwoo has on a grumpy gremlin like jihoon, and i just adore having her around. i chose oh my!, a song that i absolutely love, because it is so carefree and bubbly and lovely, and lee is all of that to me.

@magzineho as woozi / 24h: if i have to hand out my most beloved, dearest, most important jihoon to anyone, it gotta be rosie. i love you and i love yelling about all things pentagon and musical theater and literally anything else in this world with you. real recognizes real and that's why you are the jihoon of my heart. 24h is one of my favorite seventeen songs and i think you'd vibe with it really well.

@tipannies as dk / fallin' flower: mari, one of my favorite people in the entire world. i love you so much, and i know you probably don't see yourself that way, but to me you are sunshine, much like dk's role in the group. also, your talent is vast and endless and makes me feel like the luckiest fool in the world getting to witness it. i chose falling flower for you because the songs is tender and soft and aches, and yet, it picks you right off the ground. i think it's a song that understands melancholy and heartache and pain, and i love this song and you.

@ohoshi as mingyu / spider: hoshi central cora is the mingyu to al's minghao and also the mingyu to al's hoshi. if you get it, you get it. spider is another no-brainer here! as a group song, i would have either given her fearless or hot. i think there is so much we can achieve if we let go of our anxieties and fears and just believe in ourselves. i was born in fear but i got back on the horse fearless. wonwoo said something like that once, in don quixote.

@yejiswife as seungkwan / heaven's cloud: jenny, one of the best people on the planet ..... it is a fucking honor to know them and love them and cherish them and just, like. call them a friend. i would give jenny the world if i could. they are as fun and brazen and genius as seungkwan and yet, their heart is as soft and honest and sweet as a cloud. also, i personally love heaven's cloud a lot. i love you, jenny. <3

@usershua as vernon / 2 minus 1: vivi, ofc, had to be vernon. she is the vernon to my woozi and she absolutely understands what it's like to be so enamored with a man it makes you look stupid. but, on a more serious note, vivi is so cool and calm and so brilliantly artistic that i think hansol is a great fit for her. i had to give her 2 minus 1 for reasons. i'm pretty sure she gets it.

@kimtaegis as dino / anyone: last but not least. i think that there is a quiet perseverance and stubbornness in annie that has made her resilient and stronger than she would ever admit or even realize. yet, she has a soft core that is, i think, much like chan's and deserves to be filled up to the brim with love. anyone was her most played song of 2021, and i think those cool movie vibes of the song really suit her! annie always looks like she stepped straight off a movie set.

#ask #anon #i love all my mutuals so sorry if you are not among these 12 <333333333

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the11tailedwrites · 2 years

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May I request the prompt “the most dangerous game” for Ingo and Emmet from Pokémon?

Prompt: The most dangerous game

Characters: Ingo, Emmet, Ingo's Chandelure, Emmet's Garvantula

Fandom: Pokemon Black & White

Tw/Cw: Hunted for sport

@badthingshappenbingo

Ingo awoke to brilliant purple flames. He blinked lethargically as he struggled to a sitting position. A soft chime, like a softly swinging chandelier reached his ears and a soft pressure at his cheek. Chandelure chimed softly, swinging gently beside him. Ingo raised a hand up and gently ran a hand along the floating pokemon's side in reassurance.

"Do you know where we are, girl?" he asked softly, looking around the large forest area he woke up in.

The trees were tall and their leaves thick enough to blot out the sun. Ingo rose, Chandelure hovering beside him, and reached into his coat pocket for his phone or other pokeballs only to find it empty of everything except a slip of paper. Confused, he pulled it out. It was a small paper, barely bigger than his hand. There were words pasted onto it, looking like someone cut up letters from a newspaper or book and pasted them onto the paper, making the text look uneven.

Greetings, once you awake you have three hours to prepare. When those three hours are up, I will hunt you down. Have fun~

Ingo blinked slowly and turned to glance at Chandelure, who chimed her worry.

"I'll be fine, girl, I have you don't I?" Ingo murmured softly, trying to reassure his pokemon when even he didn't feel reassured.

Chandelure chimed softly. Ingo smiled (or at least he felt like he was smiling, on the outside he was still frowning) and patted Chandelure gently on her dome.

Ingo steeled himself and looked around again. He had many questions, but the only one of his mind was Emmet. Where was his twin? Was he okay? Did whoever who nabbed him also get Emmet? He had no way to answer that right now. Right now, he needed to focus on finding a way to get out. He picked a direction and marched off, Chandelure trailed after him silently.

Two hours in, all Ingo managed to find was some berries and a pokemon hp potion. He had no idea what to expect from whoever put him here, nor did he have supplies that could help him. A sudden rustle from a nearby bush caused Ingo to spin around, fists raised. Chandelure, meanwhile, chimed happily and floated towards the bush. Ingo lowered his hands and approached. Emmet popped out of the overgrown brush, Garvantula trailed after him.

"Ingo!" exclaimed Emmet, hugging him tight around the middle

"Emmet, are you alright?" asked Ingo, returning the hug for only a moment before he pushed his brother back to search him for any wounds.

"I am Emmet, I am unharmed," affirmed Emmet, bluntly

"That is good," said Ingo, relieved, "But I'm sure you are aware of the destination of our current tracks?"

"I do," said Emmet, "How do we escape?"

"Don't think we're supposed too," said Ingo

Emmet hummed in response and looked around the small clearing.

"How are we to prepare,"

Ingo opened his mouth to respond when there was a loud bang. Chandelure shot forward, body glowing blue and stopped a bullet that had been heading straight for Emmet's head. Ingo grabbed Emmet's hand and yanked him into the treeline. The two raced through the brush, their pokemon close behind. With every bang, Chandelure would glow and the bullet would stop. Finally, the shooting stopped, but Ingo and Emmet didn't stop running until they were so deep into the woods, there was no light aside from the purple glow of Chandelure. It also got colder, the breeze rushing through the twins thin coats and causing them to shiver. Emmet rubbed his hands together.

They were only able to rest for but a moment when a bullet whizzed by an slammed Ingo in the shoulder. Chandelure chimed in panic and Emmet cried out in surprise. Ingo staggered into a tree, grimacing. Emmet streaked forward and grabbed his brother's hand and they took off into the woods. Garvantula and Chandelure sent ranged attacks back at their attacker, but none of them hit. More bullets whizzed by and Chandelure did her best to keep them from hitting the twins again. Emmet and Ingo were starting to tire, stumbling in their movements. Neither man was used to running so much. Emmet tripped over a root and fell to the ground. Ingo staggered to a stop and ran towards him. The brush parted and a man stood there. He held a hunting rifle, which glinting menacingly at Ingo. He wore the pelt of an Ursaring and a hat made from a Bidoof. Ingo felt slightly sick to his stomach. He commanded Chandelure, who hovered in front, protectively. The man threw a small box towards Chandelure who used psychic to stop it. The box flared and electricity slammed into the pokemon. She jerked for only a moment before floating to the ground, knocked out. Ingo froze, eyes wide as Garvantula leapt in front, electricity bouncing off her body. The man simply shot Garvantula through the thorax and the large pokemon fell with a careening cry. Ingo took a step back, but refused to move any further, his desire to protect his little brother outweighing his fear. The man raised the gun as Ingo took a step forward.

A net flew out and hit the man, launching him into a tree and effectively pinning him. Ingo glanced up as a man in a long over coat who looked like he hadn't slept in days stepped out.

"Agent Looker, International Police," the man introduced himself

Ingo nodded numbly, a little shocked, as a woman hurried over to him, Emmet and their pokemon. His vision spun dangerously and Ingo collapsed to floor, blood loss finally knocking him out.

Ingo awoke in the hospital six days later. Emmet was asleep in the bed next to him. Ingo glanced around for his pokemon and found Chandelure resting beside him, asleep, and Garvantula, curled up at the foot of Emmet's bed also asleep. Content, Ingo closed his eyes again and let sleep claim him.

#bad things happen bingo #whump #pokemon black and white #emmett and ingo #subway bosses

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marlasomething · 2 years

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(my) Mag a Week: Grasping Love

Hello there!

I am participating in the "a mag a day" idea by @a-mag-a-day which is BRILLIANT and I decided to do "statement a week", rolling dice with the characters and fears that were ftw that week in the episodes I have listened.

For today I rolled Archivist!Admiral (so...I turned him into a human being!) and The Corruption (Eps. 81-84).

As usual, please do forgive my quick tipper and non-native speaker mistakes, Marla

Allons-y!

CW: mentions of murder and maming, emotional manipulation, self-denial, toxic relationships, possession (kind of, you know Jonah Magna)

Also on AO3!

Statement of Nathalie Alfred, regarding why she cut off her boyfriend’s fingers and toes before burning him alive.

Recorded by Admiral Barker-Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London.

Statement begins.

Elton was always a bit of a rara avis . He was extremely opened about his feelings except when they were about whoever he was directly talking to. For him, this was the ultimate strategy to be liked by anyone, even loved : you were honest, but you didn’t offend people and, just like that, everybody is happy.

I used to find all this rather annoying, then, as I realised I was falling for the idiot, endearing and, once I was completely taken by him, annoying once again. In all earnest, I couldn’t differ more from Elton’s point of view: as I see it, the more you know the cons of your partner, the more likely you are to truly, deeply realise how much you love them. Imperfection is quite attractive, both physical and sentimentally, if you ask me.

However, as much as it bothered me, I couldn’t say I wasn’t glad he had taken the coward approach to most of his personal relationships, since he could have some… controversial takes on already heated discourses and, obviously, I didn’t want my very first serious relationship to end on me standing over a literal hearse.

That is why I was so deeply scared the day he came in with the biggest grin ever and told me he had very politely asked the xenophobic cashier of the fruit shop right opposite our side of the street to “Fuck Off!” when he had made the umpteenth joke about the Holocaust while still attending a usual client that, for her expression, Elton deduced wasn’t exactly comfortable with the situation.

I froze in place, remembering how the shop attender was built as if he were a weight-lifting gym teacher instead of a food seller. How wasn’t that stupid man I chose to love not in shambles, more bruise than person?

Curious, I reached for his face and he…took a step away from me. This didn’t surprise me, though, since he had certain boundaries with physical contact, even with me and our closest friends (with his family even more, but that is not the topic of this story, though it could help to understand why he ended as he ended…I think, it is not as if I actually knew why he ended up the way he did). However, he had always appreciated a tender caress on his cheek, so the whole scene didn’t make much sense to me.

Still, I decided not to show my bewilderment, as I was still too worried about his general well-being for starting a proper questioning. Hence, I barely asked if he was alright and he just nodded and said that the man had sensed the right thing in the end.

The wording was bizarre at the very least and straight-up worrying come to think about it in more depth even in the slightest. However, I chose not to dig in more. I must admit, I had been working the night shift (I am a nurse in this dire age of absolute Health Care chaos) and my absolute exhaustion outrun any other sentiment or line of thought.

Without even trying to touch him (I was being selfish, for I knew if I did, he could step back again and, then, I wouldn’t be letting it go away that easily and I needed sleep ) I told him good night-morning and went to bed.

I would have sworn that, as I felt asleep, I heard a chorus of swirling noises coming from the very exact spot Elton had been the previous standing.

I chose, once again in that very unfortunate day, to ignore it and just felt asleep. The last good night sleep I would get in a very, very long time. Actually; up to this very date.

I don’t remember much about the dream itself; just that Elton was on it, trying once again to learn to play the bloody violin on his own and, though he was as terrible as he would ever manage to be, I liked it . I liked the awful sound, the screeching he was clearly enjoying a bit too much. Underneath the skin on my skull I could feel an animated mass moving and making me giggle as it carved into all my tissues.

I woke up sweating, trying to clear out the context in which the actions of my dream had occurred…and came out empty of my own mind. I looked next to me peacefully, but wanting to get up as soon as possible (it was my free day, so I could woke up as late as I could and 9 AM was already pretty late for me)…just to find Elton’s side empty.

He had been sleeping in the leaving room and, our cat…our cat was eating his cheek. I screamed, the animal hissed at me in an almost human manner and run away not without dedicating an extra second to look aggressively between the two of us, almost as if she was…I don’t know how to put it in a precise way…I have the term but…A jealous ex?

Yes, that will do.

I started babbling with disbelieve of what I’ve just witnessed but, clearly in pain, Elton just shrugged and said he didn’t know that was how cats would react and that I shouldn’t worry, that he knew a very nice, very proficient plastic surgeon with a side-degree on zoonosis (I guess that is not a real thing, just a figurative speech) that could help him in no time and for absolute no money.

I was suspicious, but also staring directly at the chewed, slightly swelling, completely bloody meat of what had been his cheek, so I just told him there was no way he was going alone. I was driving.

As non-confrontational as always, he just nodded and allowed me to pick the driver’s seat. Somehow, I got that pretty clear: he was allowing me to be the one driving the car, even if he didn’t realise himself.

The thing is, Elton worked as a lawyer of shorts for the BBC, covering all the dingy things a big corporation of cinema and television (and podcasts, but most people tend to forget about that bit) usually has to cover, so his salary wasn’t precisely bad (much better than mine, Miss Top-Of-Her-Cooking-Studies-Currently-Working-At-A-Five-Guys-Because-I-Look-A-Bit-Too-Exoctic-For-More-Important-Kitchens) and he did have a rather good relationship with quite a few plastic surgeons but…for the way he was speaking, whoever we were going to see was going to operate him in the spot, revise if he had been infected by the goddam psychotic animal and charge him next to nothing.

If I hadn’t been so worried about his well-being, I would have tied him up or something and threat with not letting him go until he explained what on fucking Earth was going on.

Instead, I just stayed put on the car while I saw him enter the most expensive private clinic in the whole London Area. I felt a shiver coming to me: there was something terribly wrong going on and I couldn’t put my finger on it.

Ha, good pun there Nathalie…

When he came back, a few hours later, his face was covered in bandages and, as he approached the vehicle, Unlikely Chance attacked and my assholish first boyfriend appeared and, as every time he saw me, tried to convince me of how we should absolutely get back together.

He was literally yelling through the locked door and I began to feel a very familiar fear I thought would never came back to me. Outside, idiotic, brave Elton saw everything and started to call for the other man. He turned, and was going to punch him right in the wounded part of his face (so original) when…Elton touched him with one finger and, after muttering some words I couldn’t make out from inside the car, he exchanged a couple of smiles with my stalker and he walked away.

This time, I didn’t hold back the moment I unlocked the doors so he could enter, asking with my most serious voice what the fuck was going on. He, in the most absolutely nonchalant voice imaginable, told me that he had solved the people-not-getting-along problem our society had. He held a hand in front of his face and pointed at a bundle of thin protuberances that could be seen twisting under his skin.

“ They help people being more receptive to whatever I say. I won’t need to be scared about what I say anymore ” he smiled and I gulped before asking why then he refused to touch me if this was such a brilliant idea (idea that, days before, I would have refuse to believe and just take the man to a clinic where he could get proper mental help). He just shrugged and said that I was too special to be…he suddenly realised he was about to saw “ to contro l” and became horrified of himself for a second.

A second that I used to get off the car, promising myself to never, ever, come back to him. He could have my things; I could manage on my own. At least, that is what I thought would happen in the mist of the panic attack I was having.

And when I still had my own agenda.

Two months went by and, as much as I missed Elton, I had already got used to my new single life, being a complete expert as I have always been when it came to dodge uncomfortable questions. Sometimes, I saw someone a bit too complacent and immediately wondered whether that particular individual had crossed paths with my now ex, another person like him or was just acting according to an especially docile nature. Most of those times, the hint of under-the-skin thin protuberances that just couldn’t stop moving corroborated my dreadful first instinct.

Then, half into the third month of my New Life (sort of speak), he appeared at my door and, when I took one step back, he made sure I noticed he was wearing thick construction globes, so I let him in.

He looked healthy, a bit chubbier than I remembered, hair better brushed than when he lived with me and his skin less pale; but, for the rest, the very same man.

Well, there was the detail of the occasional worm-like form crawling underneath his skin but, luckily enough, they mostly chose the part of his face that had been reconstructed and still a bit constricted, so they were less noticeable (now that I come to think about it…was that actually a good thing?).

He was nervous, more nervous that I had ever seen him before, and we were literary born in the same hospital within days of difference. He tried speaking, but he just emitted a screech more expected of a crow than a human, so I told him to sit down without getting too comfortable while I went for a glass of water.

As stupid as it was, I still cared for him. I still do; as much that I know that I shouldn’t.

I came back with his glass of water and, as he drank, he explained to me that the people he helped (I had to remind myself the mere touch of his skin was an actual real-life version of Invasion of the Body Snatcher not to choke him when he dared to declare he had helped people with his powers ), they weren’t like him. They were just…some sort of vessels that, after a few days, got consumed by the worms he passed on to them (he made a pause, as if I were supposed to be surprised by the final confirmation that the bloody thing beneath his skin were some sort of cursed evil worms). Therefore, he had decided that, as much as he would like to spread his good intentions all around the Globe, he ought to be stopped and…he didn’t believe in himself to do it. He liked the feeling far too much. He had come to ask for my help stopping it, my help killing him .

I began laughing, hysterically. Even he, at some level, had begun to recognise how fucked up this whole thing was. Fucked up enough to come to his ex-girlfriend and ask her to commit murder upon him.

No-Fucking-Way.

I was about to stand up and show him the door when he held my arm with one of his hands.

A hand he had hidden underneath the table while I went for his bloody glass of water. Only then I realised the other globe was on the table. Right where I was sitting and I didn’t even notice it…

I did what I had to with pleasure, even if it wasn’t my pleasure exactly: cutting his toes and fingers and burn him while he still breathed. Apparently, this was the only way the worms won’t be able to find a new host.

The people already infected? The charm would be gone but Death was still a certainty.

This are my last words, I just hope I manage to properly control the fire inside my house, I do really want you to have this, in case it happens again, perhaps you can…inform the authorities of something?

I don’t really know, just as I know I don’t trust Elton actually knew how to end with this plague he had spread all on his own.

Let’s burn.

Statement ends.

Well, with what I know plus what I could make out of my father’s notes about The Corruption…she did the right thing. As hard as that is…Doing the right, hard thing…What a concept, right?

Anyways, this was all on the news and many parasitic sensationalistic shows; including the weird plague of a worm-like parasite that killed of his victims only after they had been acting rather off (but kindly) for a few days.

In other news: since we have managed to make sure this room is out of Jonah’s ears…we have the Leitner, the one that, probably, will help us stop The Watcher’s Crown. Funny how it was with some stuff my great-grandmother threw away so many years ago…

It is going to be hard, killing a man embodying my mother while he tries to use how little is left from my father as a catalyser for some fucked-up Apocalypse…I haven’t even met my parents together , as a couple, but they have always been friends and using them as puppets in this game is just beyond twisted.

Of course, I have Melanie, and Martin and Sarah. Which is a funny thing: finding out Gertrude’s great-niece is into this whole shit-show? She’s, er, cool and a cat person!

Ahem, sorry.

End recording.

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koulakoukoula2003 · 2 years

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Potential Writers that don't post their stuff cuz they lack confidence

don't

lack

confidence

I know it's not that simple but

HEAR ME OUT

Fanfic is a fanmade work that you're not getting paid to write and publish, ok? No one's paying you, you waste your own free time on it. And since no one's paying you to write fic, THEN YOUR FIC DOESN'T HAVE TO BE PERFECT

If it was an original book that you'd publish THEN SURE it must be perfect, but if it is fanfic, you gain absolutely nothing from it (except maybe psychological satisfaction cuz writing fics FEELS good) IT DOESN'T HAVE TO BE PERFECT (imma scream this way too many times).

Listen to me, people don't care about quality anymore. We're not in the 50s when you had to write esays that sound like fucking Shakespeare.

Oh? did you notice that 'esays' over there? Did you also notice that 'did' in the previous sentence where the 'd' should've been a capital 'D'?

I rushed to write and I made those mistakes, SO WHAT?! DID THE WORLD END? No, it didn't, cuz most of you didn't even notice it, and the rest of you don't even care.

That's what readers think about (the majority at least) when you make grammatical and vocabulary errors in your fic.

YES, PEOPLE DON'T CARE ABOUT QUALITY. People don't know how to appreciate nor how to recognise quality. The standards have dropped DRAMATICALLY. They've dropped in music (most ppl think trap is music), arts (some dude stuck a banana on a wall with fucking ducktape and sold this for 3 million USD or sth), literature (50 shades of grey). The standards have dropped, you don't have to sound like Shakespeare anymore.

So yeah, go ahead and write your ideas. There's so much trash in the internet rn, no matter how bad you think your writing is, somebody has definitely already posted something worse out there.

And you're most likely a non-english native speaker, so what? I learned English writing fic. My first fic was so fucking badly written, but it still got around 1 million readers and is still getting more!

I know people who are English native speakers, but even they fuck up their own language (which btw is the easiest language in the world).

Oh??? So you're one of those ppl? WRITE, WRITE, WRITE. You'll never improve unless you practice, and you can't practice if you don't WRITE. How do you expect to sound like Tolkien if you don't work hard and practice by writing?

Start WRITING.

You may have the most amazing ideas in your brilliant head, but if you don't write them, and if you never post them, then no one will ever know about them. You have gifts to give to the world. Don't starve the world of what you have to offer.

Write, write, write. You have nothing to lose. Your confidence is ALREADY low, your self-esteem is ALREADY LOW, you literally have NOTHING to lose. Just write.

Afraid of being criticized? Lemme just remind you that whoever criticises you YOU'LL NEVER MEET THEM IN YOUR LIFE.

That's what's great about the internet, everybody you interact with online, you'll never, ever, ever meet them. So what if they tell you your writing sucks? You.don't.care. It's that simple. You write because it makes you feel good, now, because a few mfs don't like your writing, THEY DON'T HAVE THE RIGHT to tell you that your writing sucks and I will explain you why.

Do they pay you to write this fic????? No. Fanfiction is a free work. So, they have no right to have demands like "noooo you shouldn't have done this" or "BADLY WRITTEN, 0/1O" like FUCK OFF if you don't like it DON'T READ IT, MF

BUT, when you get critique like "that sentence needs a comma" or "you could've put this word here instead" THAT kind of critique is IMPORTANT.

DON'T GET OFFENDED when you get that kinda critique, ffs don't be a crybaby, you NEED to improve. Even if you are fucking Tolkien, you NEED to keep improving. Keep adding new words in your vocabulary and for the love of God, learn Grammar cuz English grammar is the easiest there is. Get.better. You can't stay stagnant.

If you don't get criticised by complete strangers, you'll never learn what you do wrong! If you give your mom, your friends, your bf/gf/x to read your fic, they're gonna tell you that it's great, it's amazing because they love you. But strangers show no mercy. They are brutally honest. They have absolutely nothing personal with you. They'll simply tell you what you do wrong. Let them point out your mistakes and better yourself accordingly.

That's what progress is. Do that, and in five years, you'll have improved so much, your confidence will be in the highest heights, and you're gonna look back at your first fics and you're gonna be like WHAT KINDA GREMLIN WROTE THIS lmao

If you don't try something, you'll never discover your potential.

So what if you fail completely to learn anything? Did the world end?

Try harder.

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ktwritesshit · 3 years

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Maniac

Pairing: killer!Jaemin x Reader Genre: Smut Warnings: Unprotected sex (don’t do it), blood play, impact play, knife play, choking, light degradation, dom!Jaemin, sub!reader, oral (Jaemin receiving), face fucking, gagging, spitting, begging, orgasm denial, hair pulling, potential dubcon, controlling/possessive behavior Summary: A Halloween trip to a hotel with a bloody history turns out to be bloodier than you expected. Word Count: 3,515 Author’s Note: A late Halloween fic. I just wanted to go full unhinged, so here we are. Also, just in case it needs to be said, do NOT date or fuck serial killers.

Perhaps it was not the best idea to stay in a hotel notable for people to go missing from it only to turn up dead and butchered a few weeks later. And yet, even as you realized this, you also realized it was just a tad too late as you and your friends had checked in and already had your keys in hand. You still couldn’t recall whose idea this was, other than it definitely was not yours, though you were sure you were going to give a piece of your mind to whoever suggested it once you all were safely back home.

“Here’s your key,” your best friend says as they hand it to you. Not only did someone have the brilliant idea to stay in a murder hotel, but they also decided it was even more brilliant to sleep in separate rooms. The only saving grace was that they were all next to each other, so if anyone screamed as they were being murdered, the others would hear it.

“Thanks,” you say, not bothering to hide the displeasure in your voice. Your friends merely grinned at you in response. You rolled your eyes and bent down to grab your bag when suddenly it was yanked away before you could.

“Allow me to get that for you, sir,” says a bellhop in a purple uniform, black hair sticking out from under his bellhop cap, smile not quite reaching his eyes…until he sees you. Upon meeting your eyes, there’s suddenly a spark in his, though you’re not sure why.

“Oh, um, thank you. You don’t have to,” you say sheepishly, adjusting your cane as you rub the back of your neck with your now free hand.

The bellhop—whose name tag proclaims to be Jaemin—simply shakes his head. “Please, it’s my job. What room are you in?” he asks curiously. You double-check your key and tell him your room number. He nods and says, “Follow me.”

You glance at your friends, not entirely sure what you want them to do. Whatever it was, it was not to give you knowing nudges and basically shoo you off with the admittedly very attractive bellhop. You were sorely tempted to flip them off, but a part of you felt like you’d get kicked out if you tried such a vulgar move in such a fancy hotel, so you kept your fingers to yourself as you followed Jaemin to the elevator.

“So how long will you be staying with us?” Jaemin asks curiously once the doors ding shut. You’re surprised to see that it’s only you two on the elevator. And despite the ample amount of space, he stands so close to you that you can feel the heat radiating off of him even through the thick jacket he wore. You swallow hard, your heart beating against your ribs at his close proximity as you try to remember what it was he asked you.

“Oh, um, only tonight. We’re gonna check out tomorrow and head back home,” you answer with a shrug, trying to focus on any part of his face other than his eyes or his lips. Unfortunately your attention to his cheek doesn’t last long because his lips twisting into a smirk catches your attention.

“You and your friends are awfully brave to be spending Halloween in a place like this,” he chuckles, adjusting his grip on your bag.

“Is that too heavy for you? Because I can take it—” you say, deciding against answering him, reaching for your bag only for him to pull it out of your reach.

“I can assure you I’ve carried much heavier than this, I’ll be fine,” he says, waving it off. You frown but let it go, since he does work as a bellhop, so it only makes sense he’s used to carrying heavy bags. Still, you watch his face closely for any sign of discomfort, ready to swoop in should he show even the slightest hint of weakness. His face, however, is impassive even as he steps off the elevator once the doors are opened, leading you to your room.

You didn’t even realize you were still holding your keycard in your hand until he snatched it out and swiped it to unlock the door to your room, ushering you inside. You scarcely even have time to protest before you’re distracted by the state of the room. You knew it was a pretty fancy hotel, but you had no idea it was this fancy. The single bed in the room was a giant four-poster bed, made up with what looked like silk sheets and and a gold thread comforter. Everything looked like it cost more than your rent, even the flat screen TV hanging across from the bed. Just looking at the extravagance of the room is a painful reminder that you wouldn’t even be here had you not been saving up for the past year specifically for this.

“First time in a place like this?” Jaemin asks, noting the awe in your face as you look around. You nod, setting your cane against the night stand and sitting on the edge of the bed, groaning as you sank into the mattress. You’d never felt such a comfortable bed in your life. And the best part was you didn’t even need to get up. You were only staying the night, so it didn’t make sense to unpack anything.

Jaemin nods as he sets your bag at your feet. “I hope you enjoy your stay. Feel free to call the front desk if you need anything,” he says as he gestures to the phone on the night stand before patting your knee and heading for the door. You’re so absorbed in making yourself comfortable that you don’t see the way he lingers in the doorway, or the gears turning in his mind. This won’t be the last time you see him…

* * *

You’re awoken by the sound of heavy footsteps, and it takes you longer than you’d like to admit to discern if they were simply in your dream or if they were real. As you come more into consciousness, you realize the sounds have stopped and your room is dead silent minus the white noise machine you brought with you to help you sleep. A part of you wants to ignore it and go back to sleep, but another, more stupid part of you wants to open your eyes, just for the assurance that it’s all in your head.

It’s not.

You blink open your eyes and take a moment to adjust to the darkness before looking around. At first, you almost don’t notice it. It’s dark and you’re half asleep, so you could almost be forgiven for not noticing the man standing next to your bed. When you do notice, your heart stops. He’s tall, wearing a gas mask over his face, his hair wild as it sticks out from under the straps, and all he wears is dark blue coveralls with gloves and heavy boots. Something glinting in the moonlight catches your eye, and you realize with even more growing panic that he’s holding a switchblade. You try to make a grab for your phone on the night stand, but he’s faster, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head as he straddles your stomach. Your scream is quickly cut off as he clamps a hand over your mouth, ignoring the way you squirm underneath him.

“Are you going to be a good boy for me, or am I going to have to gag you?” he asks, his voice slightly muffled by the mask, though it didn’t stop it from sounding…very familiar. Even through your panic, you realize you know this voice, that you heard it not that long ago. Jaemin.

You swallow hard and relax under him, showing your submissiveness. He tentatively pulls his hand away from your mouth, and when you don’t make any noise or movements, he uses it to tug down the comforter, revealing the thin t-shirt you decided to wear to bed. He wasted no time in letting go of your wrists and using the switch blade to cut through the shirt you wore, pulling the pieces apart to bare your chest to him. His mask hides his face from you, so you have no idea if he likes what he sees or not. A gloved finger traces along one of your top surgery scars, causing a shiver to race down your spine. Your hands fidget from where he left them above your head, itching to reach up and take the mask off of him. But he still had the switchblade in his hand and you didn’t want to tip this encounter into being the fatal kind.

“Take off your mask,” you say. After a few beats of silence and no move from him, you quickly add a “Please.” This seems to be the right thing to say, because he reaches up with his free hand and yanks off the mask, solidifying the fact that it is indeed the bellhop Jaemin underneath it. He combs his fingers through his hair, trying to tame it, and as you look at his eyes, you realize you expected them to be cold, but there’s a heat burning behind them, a heat that is singularly focused on you.

“Is this what you wanted, kitten?” he purrs as he traces the blade along your jawline. “Want to watch me get off on making you mine?” You nod, unable to trust your voice enough to speak. Deep down you knew it was insane, being turned on by an obvious murderer, but the ache between your legs distracted you from any common sense.

Suddenly his free hand lightly slaps your cheek. “Use your words and answer me when I ask you a question,” he says, his tone taking on a shaper edge.

“Yes, I want to watch you as you make me yours,” you croak, squeezing your thighs together to try and get any friction. He reaches back and slaps your thighs when he realizes what you’re doing.

“Did I say you could? Only I get to make you feel good, do you hear me?” he growls. You whimper and nod, spreading your legs apart to avoid any further temptation. He relaxes at that, circling a finger around one of your nipples, causing you to bite your lip. You really want him to be circling your clit, but you know you’re not even remotely in control here, so you simply let him take his time winding you up.

He tilts his head as he studies your chest, tapping the switchblade against your skin. “Now how can I make it so everyone knows you’re mine?” he muses, and suddenly he’s looking at you with a manic smile. “I’ve got it.” And before you could make a noise, he begins cutting into your skin. You thrash underneath him, muffling your sounds of pain as he continues for what feels like hours. Finally he stops, yanking a glove off with his teeth so he can use his bare hand to wipe away the blood, and you realize he just carved his name into your chest. His smile grows and he smears the blood on his hand across your cheek, two fingers suddenly pressing past your lips and onto your tongue. You taste copper and the slightly salty taste of his sweaty skin. “Suck,” he says and you obediently begin sucking the blood and sweat off his fingers. He groans as he feels your tongue lap at his digits, pulling them free when he feels you’ve cleaned them enough.

Finally he stands up, making the bulge in the coveralls more prominent, and instinctively you reach out to touch him. He quickly slaps your hand away and says, :Are you stupid, my little slut? I didn’t give you permission to touch me.” You pout but don’t protest, pulling your hands back to your side as he yanks off the covers. It takes him less than a minute to render your boxers into shreds on the floor, leaving you naked before him. The sight makes him palm himself while biting his lip.

“Please, I want to touch you,” you beg, though keep your hands to yourself. He smirks and leans down until his face is inches from yours.

“Patience, kitten. I’m not done playing with my food yet,” he says with a wicked grin, gently booping your nose with the switchblade. You huff in annoyance, though you both know it’s more for show than anything. You’ll take anything he has to give you because you want him as much as he wants you.

The first thing he does is kick off his boots, discarding them near the foot of your bed. Knowing how badly you want to touch him, he dances out of your reach, swaying his hips as he slowly unzips the coveralls, revealing inch by beautiful inch of his skin. He looks so giddy and surprisingly innocent and he does a strip tease for you that you can almost forget that he was probably the one who killed all those other people, and that he had just carved his name into your chest. By now the pain has faded enough to mix deliciously with the want in your bones.

Finally the coveralls slip from his shoulders and puddle on the floor at his feet, his cock jutting out proudly, red and dripping and ready to be touched. But, of course, it wasn’t going to be that easy for you. He crawls onto the bed, staying well out of your reach. “What’s the matter, kitten? See something you like?” he taunts. He laughs at your expression. “Tell you what; if you meow for me, I’ll let you touch it. Can you do that for me, kitten?” he says, tickling your foot. You mewl in protest and pull your foot back, mewling louder when he grips your ankle and pulls it back towards him.

“One more time,” he grins, tickling your foot again, this time holding it in place as you mewl at him a third time. He kisses the arch of your foot and says, “Much better. I suppose kitten can have a little cream now.”

You nod eagerly, your tongue practically hanging out of your mouth at the thought of having his cock in your mouth. He hums as he crawls up to you and kneels in front of your face, pulling you up by your hair so you’re even with his erection. “Open up, kitten,” he encourages as he grips your jaw and squeezes, forcing your mouth open, not that he had to in the first place. You didn’t even try to fight as you opened your mouth, tongue lolling out, ready to taste him.

He coos at your eagerness as he fists his hand in your hair. “Kitten’s so hungry,” he says as he finally slides his cock into your waiting mouth. The weight of him on your tongue combined with his taste makes you groan as he uses his grip on your hair to guide your movements. His groan rings in your ears at the feeling of your mouth on him, sucking on him as if his cock contained the cure for everything that was wrong with you. Your hands grip his thighs to ground yourself, and to also keep them from wandering between your legs, remembering his warning from earlier. He holds your head in place as he suddenly starts pistoning into your mouth, causing you to choke and gag. Tears stream down your cheeks as drool and pre-cum drip down your chin until he finally yanks you off by your hair.

“Is your mouth getting a little dry, kitten? Open up for me,” he says, smiling as you obediently open your mouth for him. The next thing you know he’s spitting into your mouth and telling you to swallow it, which you do like a good little kitten.

He shuffles back just enough to grab the backs of your thighs and spread them wide open, allowing him to take in the sight of your drenched pussy. “Do you think you can handle my cock now? Think you can take it?” he asks as he strokes your thighs which tremble under his touch.

“Please,” you beg. “I need it.”

He tsks at that. “Surely you can beg better than that, can’t you kitten?” he says, giving your thigh a slap. You whine and bite your lip.

“Please, please fuck me. I need your cock so bad,” you plead, spreading your legs as far apart as you could to put yourself better on display. You watch as his resolve crumbles and then the head of his cock is pressing against your entrance. His grin turns decidedly wicked again.

“Meow for me one last time, kitten,” he says, his grin widening at the obedient mewl you give him. Suddenly his cock is inside of you, and briefly you think that you’re being torn apart. He doesn’t give you time to adjust, starting off with a brutal pace that has you crying out with a mixture of pain and pleasure. Surely your friends can hear you, but that is the last thing on your mind. There’s not much of anything on your mind, just the feeling of his cock pounding inside of you. His pace doesn’t even falter as he hooks your legs over his shoulders and presses forward until you’re folded in half, the new angle causing his cock to hit that sweet spot inside of you, over and over again. Your hands fist the sheets as your release grows closer and closer…until he’s no longer inside of you and your release is ripped away from you at the last second. You cry out again, this time in frustration, and his mocking smile makes you want to hit him.

“I didn’t say you could come yet, did I?” he taunts, pinching your cheek as if your angry face is the cutest thing he’s ever seen. You turn away from him, fully aware you’re pouting now, and not caring one bit that you are. His laugh only further incenses you and it takes all your will power not to push him off the bed. It doesn’t help when he mocks in a baby voice, “Oh no, kitten’s angry. How can I make kitten not angry?”

You are fully willing to huff and pout all night, but then his finger is circling your clit and you’re melting into his touch. “Petting always makes kittens feel better, doesn’t it?” he purrs as he teases your clit with featherlight touches, using just enough pressure to get you to stop being mad but not enough to actually get you anywhere. Your hips arch off the bed, trying to get him to touch you properly, but all it does is make him pull his hand away entirely, and instinctively you lash out at him, slapping him. Instantly his mood shifts, all humor gone as he looks at you, fire behind his eyes.

“Kitten’s got claws, huh?” he says coolly, his hand wrapping around your throat. There is a brief flare of panic, but you sooth yourself by reminding yourself he doesn’t have the switchblade in hand anymore, so he can’t hurt you with that anymore than he already has. Your head tingles as he squeezes the sides of your throat, restricting blood flow. “Kitten wants to come? Fine, I’ll make kitten come.”

He quickly flips you over onto your stomach and hoists your hips up to meet his as he thrusts into you. He leaves you clawing at the mattress, trying to anchor yourself to anything so as not to be completely overwhelmed by his punishing thrusts. You bury your face into the pillow to muffle your moans, only to have your head yanked back by your hair. “Oh, no, kitten. You wanna come, you can come, but the whole hotel is going to hear you.” You make a keening noise, the only protest you can muster under his assault.

You try to hold off your orgasm, hoping somehow it’ll make it come on slowly and thus you won’t make too much noise. But then he’s frantically stroking your clit, and your orgasm slams into you like an 18 wheeler. Garbled nonsense spills from your lips as your mind is wiped of anything but your orgasm and his cock pounding into you as he chases his own release. You’re idly aware as you come down from your high of him going still and a warm liquid spilling inside of you. He finally releases you and you go limp against the bed, panting heavily. You hear shuffling somewhere behind you, so you turn to look and see him pulling rope out of a bag that you are somehow only just now noticing. A chill goes up your spine at the smile he gives you when he notices you watching him.

“You didn’t think I was done with you, did you?”

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rubsjuice · 3 years

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How I write Gaster: A Stylistic Guide

I roleplay Gaster a lot and I was talking to a friend and they mentioned how they had trouble characterizing him, and since many of my friends compliment my Gaster interpretation I thought it would be fair to write a little breakdown of how I write him

This isn't a "this is the Right and Correct way to write him" thing, of course. This is my own interpretation, based on what little we have of him both in entry 17, the tweets, and the vessel creation sequence (we're assuming they're all Gaster here rather than some unknown entity yet to be revealed). If you disagree with something I write in this guide, it's perfectly fine, of course!

I'll start with typing quirk breakdown, which is the more general and universal thing, and then go a bit more detailed with writing style and personality. Feel free to let me know what you think!

Typing Quirk

- ALL CAPS;

- DO NOT CONTRACT WORDS. When apostrophes are needed, like in indication of possession, you should use a space in place of them ("GASTER S TYPING QUIRK");

- USE PARAGRAPH BREAKS

AS NATURAL PACING MARKERS

AND ALSO

AS COMMA SUBSTITUTES

USE PERIODS SPARINGLY.

- PASSIVE VOICE IS TO BE USED OFTEN. Avoid statements with personal pronouns ("I", "me", "myself", "my/mine"), but don't eliminate them completely;

- REPEAT EMPHATIC WORDS

VERY

OFTEN

(Such as "very", "really" and "so"; consider also having him repeat words or phrases for emphasis, such as "yes, yes");

- British spelling. Put those Us in. Give him all those britishisms, and don't be afraid of making him say antiquated phrasal constructions ("DO YOU RECKON", "VERY WELL", "TUPPENCE FOR YOUR THOUGHTS").

Writing Style

His speech pattern is hard to parse for sure. Consider writing things as meandering and circular as possible (one of my favorite deltarune variables goes something like "HOLE_FROM_WHICH_A_DOG_COMES", which might be the gasteriest thing I can think of), with lots of metaphors that sound ethereal and often nonsensical at first glance. Study the deltarune chapter release tweets if you're having trouble grasping the idea: Gaster is extremely polite and servicing when he speaks. Based on the vessel creation sequence, you can also make him prompt answers from whoever he's talking to often.

He rambles about things, but in a pure infodump way. Consider also writing him employing a lot of ominous comforting ("YOU WILL GET BETTER. YOU HAVE NO CHOICE." type stuff).

If you're following the interpretation that he is a cosmic eldritch being with godlike powers after being scattered across time and space, consider also having him say information he does not have realistic access to; HOWEVER, in roleplaying spaces, utilize this VERY RESPONSIBLY and with consent of every other player involved. GODLIKE POWERS REQUIRE GODLIKE RESPONSIBILITY.

My Personal Interpretation

Gaster, in his core, is a very, very smart scientist. That much we know. He's also very polite and servicing, as per tweets and vessel sequence: he's happy to see you! He loves sharing his creation with you. He's a brilliant scientist who wants nothing more than some company, after being scattered across time and space and completely forgotten by everyone he ever loved.

Gaster is socially starved, and fondly regards his creations, as a beautiful thing to be treasured and appreciated. He coded (or at least started to) Deltarune for us! He created a whole game just to make a player happy. What a soft-serve little guy.

I borrow a lot of his mannerisms from the skelebrothers as well, as a way to approach him to them since they're hinted to be related. For this reason, Gaster is a prankster at heart, enjoys puns of every caliber and rejoices in the possibility of making them. He's also got a massive ego: he thinks he's the best thing since sliced bread, because in his understanding he's so smart he might as well be. With pride and ego, comes stubborness: Dr. Wingdings "famously forgot or refused to install railings on the maintenance catwalks in his gargantuan geothermal magical project" Gaster

(As a sidenote, while the egomania is inspired by Papyrus, it's important to note that, while Gaster is full of himself, Papyrus' self-centering comes from a place of mimicking others, rather than being part of his personality, as we see throughout Undertale. Perhaps it's a learned behavior whose origins have been forgotten?)

Besides being a prankster, he's also a goofball. "What is your favorite blood type"? This guy has done nothing but survive off forgotten seasonal anime for years and years. He calls people on his phone inside his void with a shitty ass reception just so he can talk about FNAF lore. He's a god with the power of creating and modifying whole worlds... And he's got abandonment issues that almost reach desperation

I have a lot of other thoughts on him, little details and rules on how his body and powers work, but those are very minute and particular and I don't think they belong in a guide/character breakdown. I might write a part two to focus just on them if people want, though!

Basically gaster is my goop grandpa and i care him :)

#undertale #deltarune #undertale rp #deltarune rp #w.d. gaster #gaster #wd gaster #why does he have like three different tags thats absurd #character writing #idfk #mafa talks #mafa talks a lot #mafa writes

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collecting-stories · 3 years

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She’s Kinda Hot - Sarah Cameron

Request: omg i really wish i could write but, can you do one with sarah and kind of like kie reader(rich but hang out with the pogues)where they are enemies and are stuck together for a project and the reader keeps annoying sarah to make her mad and the reader tells sarah she’s hot when she’s mad and then they end up getting together or something. sorry this is really long this is also my first time requesting so i’m kinda new lo

A/N: I really freaking love Sarah Cameron. That is all. Enjoy the fic.

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Sarah was pretty sure that there was one of those personal rain clouds hanging directly over her head as she sat in math class with you. Who even assigned school projects in math class? Wasn’t that kind of thing reserved for english or science? But no, her math teacher...your math teacher...decided that a project to highlight Women in Math was a brilliant idea for Women’s History Month and, in an even greater stroke of genius, she stuck Sarah and you together as partners. It was all your fault really, that was all Sarah kept thinking as she stared across the classroom at the side of your head. That if you hadn’t walked into class late, in the middle of assignments, Sarah would’ve ended up with the next person alphabetically behind Cameron. Instead, she was stuck with you.

“Why don’t we just split the assignment into parts and then put it together at the end?” Sarah suggested, after the bell rang and she managed to chase you down the hall of the kook academy to your locker.

“Why not just work together?” You replied, shrugging a shoulder as if it shouldn’t be the worst thing that could ever happen to Sarah to be paired together for the project.

“I’d rather not.”

“Cause you broke up with me-”

Sarah hushed you immediately, covering your mouth with her hand and looking back and forth down the crowded hallway. “You know what happened!”

You pushed Sarah’s hand away and rolled your eyes, “well too bad princess, I need this grade so you’re gonna have to deal with seeing me.” You said, “everyday. After school.”

“That’s bullshit,” Sarah snapped, following after you when you shut your locker and started down the hallway to your next class, “you do not need that fucking grade! You’re at like, the top of the class.”

“Are you the teacher?” you asked, looking back at her. “Don’t worry Sarah, I promise I’ll stay six feet away and I won’t try to tempt you. Wouldn’t want anyone to find out you’re into girls.” You said, whispering the last part so only she could hear it.

Sarah stopped in her tracks, watching you walk the rest of the way to your class. She wanted to scream after you, that wasn’t the reason. That wasn’t why she’d totally annexed you from her life. It wasn’t just that she knew this project was going to get her in deep shit, it was that she was one hundred percent positive that she would not be able to work with you without letting her feelings get the better of her.

It wasn’t like the kook academy was a big place, there wasn’t exactly room to avoid you completely, but Sarah had done a pretty decent job so far. Even when the two of you crossed paths in class, and it happened more than Sarah would’ve preferred, she managed to keep herself away from you. At least until now, she was stuck with you as her partner for some ridiculous math project. She’d been banking on you wanting as little to do with her as she tried to have with you but instead you seemed totally fine. Unbothered by everything that went down between the two of you.

She thought about asking Kiara what she would do but Sarah could already hear her best friend telling her that she wasn’t going to take sides. Kiara was friends with both of you and the most advice she would ever offer was “I don’t get what happened between you two anyway”.

No, asking Kiara wouldn’t work. Sarah would have to resign herself to this project. She could this. It was just a three-week project. She could survive three weeks with you.

“Hey, if I get lunch, what’d’ya want?” You asked, hanging your head off of Sarah’s bed and holding your phone out so you could tap through your doordash app.

Sarah wanted to scream, it was still half-way through the first week and you had been to her house three times in as many days, spending your after-school hours driving her crazy. She was pretty sure that you were doing this on purpose.

“It’s almost 5:30,” Sarah replied, not looking up from her laptop, “I think lunch is over.”

“Dinner then.” You said.

“No. I don’t want dinner.” She snapped, “and I don’t want lunch or whatever else...I just want to finish this project.”

“We’ve got like, two weeks left Sarah,” you pointed out, rolling over onto your stomach and looking at her across the room, “just chill out.”

You knew you were pushing Sarah’s buttons but you couldn’t help it. When things between the two of you had gone bad, when she’d told you that it was over and, worse than that, it was a mistake, you had been heartbroken. There wasn’t a better word for it. You hated how upset you’d been after Sarah broke it off with you but when things settled, you couldn’t deny that there was still something there. Little looks, fleeting in the hallway, moments you caught her staring and you knew she caught you too. It felt like boiling tension, the same way it had before, when you’d gotten together.

“Chill out?” She huffed, “you’ve been at my house all week driving me fucking nuts and now you tell me to ‘chill out’. No, you need to help me with this fucking project!”

You sat up on the bed, unable to contain the smile as you looked over at Sarah, “god, I totally forgot how insanely hot you are when you’re pissed off.”

Sarah tossed her pencil across the room at you, “will you knock it off. You always pull this shit with me.”

“What shit?” You almost laughed, “you’re the one who told me that dating was an ‘accident’ and you were ‘confused about your feelings’. What am I doing, exactly, to pull shit with you? If anything, Sarah, you leading me on was pretty much exactly that.”

“I wasn’t leading you on.” She groaned, flicking her hair over her shoulder the way she always did when she was pissed with something someone said to her. “What was I supposed to do anyway?” She said, voice dropping lower so no one would hear her. You might’ve been in her closed bedroom but if there was one thing you’d learned about Tanny Hill it was that someone was always listening. “Do you know what my family would do if they found out?”

“Found out that you were dating...basically a pogue? Or dating a girl?” You deadpanned, raising an eyebrow at her in question. You knew what the answer was. Sarah had been trying to live up to every expectation that Ward set for her from the moment she was born. She was always trying to make up for Rafe or Wheezie doing something to upset him by making sure she never did. And while other people dating whoever they wanted was totally fine with him, his favorite daughter, his pride and joy, dating a girl...maybe if it’d been Wheezie a few years down the line. But not Sarah, who was supposed to date a rich kook and go to UNC and marry the same rich kook and they could have a couple kids and buy a big house near his. He’d been planning it all out for her since before she was born and you had thrown a wrench in that plan.

“It’s a delicate subject.”

“No,” you laughed and shook your head, “your dad’s a total homophobe. What’s he got against two super-hot girls dating each other?”

“When one of them is his daughter, I don’t think it’s at the top of his approved list.” She replied. “We should be working on this project anyway...I want a good grade and so do you.”

“Sarah-”

“No. Cause you’ll say something that you know I wanna hear and then you’ll do the stupid slow walk over to my chair and put your hands on the arm rests and I’ll be totally defenseless and then I’ll do something I totally regret...like kissing you.” Sarah said, “or letting you kiss me.”

“You’d totally regret it if we kissed?” You asked. “Positive?”

“Yes I’m positive.”

“We could test it out? Just to make sure?”

“No.”

You shrugged, grabbing your math text off the bed and setting it on your lap again, “okay, I guess we should get back to work then.”

“What?” Sarah almost sounded shocked and really she shouldn’t have been. She should’ve known when the teacher put the two of you together for the project that this was exactly where she would end up at some point within the three weeks. Though really, she’d held out a lot longer than she ever thought she would be able to. “That’s it? You’re just going back to the project?”

“You said that’s what you wanted to do.”

She groaned and tugged at the roots of her hair for a second before looking at you, “you are the most frustrating, annoying, dense person in the entire world and I cannot believe that we-”

While she reamed you out, you had put your book aside and gotten up, going over to her and doing exactly what she said you would. You put your hands on the armrests of her desk chair and you leaned in and kissed her mid-sentence. “Is that what I was supposed to do?” You asked, pulling away just enough to see her face.

Sarah wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling you toward her and forcing you to stabilize yourself with a knee on the side of her leg, practically sitting on her lap. “Something like that.” She finally said, “though I would’ve appreciated a little warning.”

“Oh, sorry, you seemed stressed,” you replied, feigning innocence, “I just wanted to help you relax.”

“Is stressed the word?” She joked, tension melting as she brushed her nose against yours. She leaned forward so your foreheads were touching, her eyelashes just ghosting a touch on your cheeks when she closed her eyes for a split second.

“Extremely hot? Sexy...a major turn on.” You joked, kissing her again. “God, imagine if you’d been paired with like...Topper for this? You’d be kissing him right now.”

“Stop trying to ruin the moment and kiss me.” Sarah laughed.

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justfangirlthingies · 4 years

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The prince of lies (Loki x reader)

Soulmate AU: Every time your soulmate lies, their words are permanently written on your skin

Word count: 3140 Words

I think this is the last Soulmate one that I have on Wattpad as of right now

Father is dead. Your banishment... The threat of a new war...it was too much for him to bear. You mustn't blame yourself. I know that you loved him. I tried to tell him so, but he wouldn't listen.

The truce with Jotunheim is conditional upon your exile

Mother has forbidden your return

This is goodbye brother, I'm so sorry

Perhaps your senses have weakened after your many years of service

I'M NOT YOUR BROTHER I NEVER WAS!

I don't know what happened on earth to make you so soft! Don't tell me it was that woman?... Oh, it was. Well, when we're done here, maybe I'll pay her a visit myself!

You're not

(etc. more lies)

Lies...

Every single one of them. How did you know? Well, because they were printed all over your body.

Every single lie your soulmate ever told up until now graced your (s/c) skin.

How was a liar like that supposed to be a soulmate for you? Someone you could trust?

Yes, your so called soulmate would never be able to lie to you, for as soon as he tried the lie would appear on your skin. Had they only been some minor white lies, that would've probably been fine by you, but looking at the severity of those lies you could only shake your head in disbelief and sorrow for whoever had received those news.

Now ignoring the fact that those statements were lies, there were other aspects that made absolutely no sense. Those you had already researched quite a bit . Jotunheim for a start was a mythical place and the lies stated that apparently the liar and his brother were not from earth, which was complete nonsense was it not? Otherwise he had to be some kind of alien.

You were interrupted in the middle of your thought-process.

I missed you too

A new lie, gracing your forearm. Though this one seemed rather small and harmless, this man was still lying through his teeth and you had to carry every single one of those lies. How often had you been asked why your body was full of lies. Yet you never had an answer to those questions. He was your soulmate, even if he was a liar he had to be good somewhere, right?

Aliens and beings from other worlds did exist though. Thor the god of thunder and the events of New York city. Did they have soulmates as well? They had to, otherwise the statements on your features made even less sense.

But who?

Who would lie so much?

The thoughts in your head kept floating around as you got ready to meet up with your friend Anthony.

You started walking to a nearby park. Your usual meeting point, as you felt yet another familiar tingle. Pushing it to the back of your head in hopes of ignoring it, you kept walking towards your friend and hugged him "It's good to see you" you smiled but only got a confused stare in return "What?" "You uh...got a new one there, a long one." A sigh escaped your lips at the reply of Anthony. "Well, where? And does it at least make sense?" Your friend just shook his head as he took a picture of the lettering on your collarbone "No, but here. Maybe you can understand some of this. It looks like sarcasm this time." He gave you his phone to look at the picture. Great another one.

Wait? Sarcasm? One thing you had to give your soulmate credit for were his snarky remarks, at least those sometimes put a smile on your face. You zoomed in on your collarbone as you read what was engraved on the previously clear space of (s/c) skin.

You know this is wonderful! This a tremendous idea! Let's steal the biggest most obvious ship in the universe and escape in that! Flying around the city, smash it into everything in sight and everyone will see it! It's brilliant Thor! It's truly brilliant...

Thor?! You could not believe your eyes. Whoever your soulmate was knew Thor. It was a shock and a relief as well. If he was friends with this god he couldn't be so bad, could he? You did however, question why Thor would spend time, let alone steal some kind of spaceship with this person.

"I see. I can't say I understand what it's about, but whoever this liar of mine is, seems to be friends with Thor..." The words left your mouth as you handed the phone back to your dear friend. The two of you sat down on a wooden bench underneath a tree, but when you heard Anthony speak up, your mind went blank "He could also be Thor's brother, doesn't that one lie a lot?" It took you a few moments to fully comprehend what he meant "No, that'd be impossible, that man is sitting behind bars for the rest of his life. Besides, that guy is evil. My soulmate could never possibly be a bad person." that last part was a lie. Your soulmate was a liar, he could easily be a bad person, you just hoped with all your might that he wasn't"

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"Trust my rage" the god of mischief spoke. Just as he had finished his sentence he felt a tingle on his wrist. A rare occasion if it was a real lie, usually it was just a sarcastic comment which most of the time he enjoyed quite a bit. These sarcastic statements often caused a small smile to appear on his face, the few nice moments that made the time in his cell more bearable, not only did he find them funny and witty, they also stood for his soulmate, for someone that was destined for him and also that he was a perfect fit for whoever this soulmate was. He looked at his bare wrist expectantly, waiting for one of the snarky remarks that his soulmate had spoken to appear. When it did appear though, it broke his heart. His cold expression fell for a second as he looked at the writing on his wrist. Quickly regaining his cold exterior before anyone would notice. It was too late though. His brother had seen the trickster's face falter just in time and he had also seen what Loki was staring at. Before the raven-haired could pull his hand back he felt it had already been grabbed "Let go of me Thor!"

"Brother, just let me see!" Thor replied loudly, he wanted to know what this was about. Loki looked away in shame as he let his brother read what his soulmate had said. My soulmate could never possibly be a bad person. As he finished reading he loosened his grip on the other's hand, allowing Loki to finally pull his hand back "I'm sorry" he muttered. "They think I'm a monster too..." The black haired god whispered as he sat down in the small ship, his stone cold exterior dropping by the second. Was a soulmate not meant to understand? Was there really no hope for him?

"Loki..."

"Stop it. Don't pity me for something that's my own fault!" he screamed. He just needed a moment to calm down.

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"How is this possible? How do I deal with this? I can't just ignore it can I? No" before you knew it you found yourself in front of a massive building. Stark tower. Your (e/c) eyes stared at the monument in awe, but you soon shook your head in order to resume your task. "Enter the tower and talk to the avengers on how to communicate with Thor. You have to do this because Thor knows your soulmate..." you repeated in your head as you entered the building...

...or so you thought.

In the blink of an eye you were consumed by light and gone from where you stood. Was that some kind of security system Stark invented?

Your eyes fluttered open just to see some old man on a throne before your sight went black and your body dropped to the ground unconscious.

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"Are you certain Heimdall?" the king asked, looking at the unconscious human, who was now dressed to fit the Asgardian culture. He was inspecting some of the tattoos on their body "You were right they definitely are his soulmate. Though they seem to be a rather honest person, for Loki does not have as many markings on him. As far as I know at least"

What were they talking about? Who were these people, why did they speak of you in a connection to Loki, it made no sense. None at all. You tried to look like you were still passed out.

But apparently you failed in your acting. "The human is awake" a different voice spoke. Maybe it belonged to this Heimdall person.

A sigh of defeat left your lips as you opened your eyes. You tried to take in your surroundings when suddenly, your eyes went wide from the sensation on your skin.

You sighed as you waited for the writing to appear on one of your upper arms. "Oh boy this is a long one" You muttered underneath your breath, but it seems Odin had heard, for he raised an eyebrow as his eyes followed your gaze to your arm which you had uncovered from the strange clothing you were dressed in. The king had taken a hold of your arm to read your words.

You really think I cared about Frigga? About any of you? All I ever wanted was you and Odin dead at my feet! Malekith! I am Loki of Jotunheim and I bring you a gift! I ask only one thing in return, a good seat from which to watch Asgard burn.

"Fools!" Odin shouted.

Meanwhile you thought your eyes were about to pop out of their sockets as you tried to comprehend the meaning behind those words. The only thing you could focus on however, was the name etched in your skin. His name. Loki.

Your thoughts were interrupted when the Allfather spoke up again "Send guards to Svartálfheimr and retrieve my sons! Bring the Aether back if it's still there!"

His sons?

It was at that moment. Realisation hit you like a bus. You were in Asgard and this man before you had to be Odin then. Your brows furrowed. Why were you here? How did you get here?

"Come. You must have many questions." The king said as you got up and followed him "I am Odin of Asgard. Tell me child what is your name?" "M-my name is (Y/n) (L/n). How-how did I get here?" you stuttered as you looked around still walking. "I gave orders to bring you here" He replied casually.

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The Jotun prince laid on the ground panting as his brother cradled him in his strong arms "No. No, no, no. Oh, you fool, you didn't listen." "I know." Loki spoke, his voice quiet and weak "I'm a fool. I'm a fool." he gasped in pain. "Stay with me, okay?" The god of thunder spoke close to tears as he pat the other's face to keep him conscious. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" the young god apologized gasping for air but he was quickly shushed by his brother "shhh...it's okay" Thor nodded as tears welled up in his blue eyes. "It's all right. I'll tell father what you did here today" He spoke again the tears now making their way down his cheeks. "I didn't do it for him" The raven haired spoke calmly. As he took his dying breath he spoke his last words "Tell them, I didn't want to be a monster" Just like that the god closed his eyes and went limp in his brother's arms. "NOOO!" Thor shouted in pain and hugged Loki. "I will find them and tell them in your stead brother" He whispered into the other's ear before he let go and left with Jane. Loki's limp body was left in the sand and dirt.

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"I take it, you know who your soulmate is, judging by your reaction. It must certainly be hard to carry all the lies of the god of mischief and lies" Odin raised his eyebrow. "I have heard quite a few stories about him indeed." You replied taking a sip of your tea. You were seated in the throne room across from Odin as he tried to answer some of your questions.

In the middle of your conversation a guard entered and as soon as he spoke up you felt a burning and tingling just underneath your chest.

"Forgive me my liege. I've returned from the Dark World with news. " The guard spoke.

"Thor?" Odin asked with hope. The guard dropped his head a bit at that "There was no sign of Thor or the weapon, but..." As soon as the man spoke up again the tingling began once again in the same place as before. "What?" the Allfather asked.

The tingles continued "We found a body."

Silence filled the air for a moment before Odin spoke "Loki"

The guard just looked at his king with sad eyes. The burning had stopped. "Thank you. Bring this one..." The old king pointed at you "...to Heimdall. Tell him to return them to Midgard. Then you may be dismissed for the day."

Your chin dropped as the guard nodded and turned to you. Oh now you were definitely not going to tell the god that Loki was alive and lying. He grabbed you roughly and brought you out of the throne room and to another room, the room you had woken up in. "Gather your belongings mortal before you return to Midgard." Midgard? Was that what they called earth. As the guard was about to close the door you shouted after him "Mister guard man! Wait!" He raised an eyebrow at you, seemingly amused, but he waited for you to speak nonetheless and so you did "Loki can't be dead." He stared at you confused "Well he is."

Another tingle. This time on your finger, but you ignored it for now seeing as you were focused on the conversation you were having "No. I don't think you understand. I-I know he is alive. I can feel it." A small smile was placed on your lips as the man before you began to laugh, he seemed curious though "And how would a little mortal like you know that? Oh you feel it, of course"

"I-I don't know how I know" That was a lie for you did know why and how "I just know." You finished, he seemed distracted though. While the guard was distracted you took a moment to look at the side of your pinkie finger. "No." You mumbled when you realized the man before you was your soulmate, disguised as a guard. "What?" The man asked. "Nothing" you lied, a small smile on your lips. You were scared yes, but he wouldn't hurt his own soulmate, now would he? "Would you please come in and close the door Loki?~" You asked innocently.

His eyes went wide, confused as to how a simple human like you could look through his disguise with such ease. So he complied. He didn't really have a choice now. As he closed the door, he dissolved his disguise. Green smoke surrounded the man as Loki the trickster god stood before you now. He was stunning. Yes there was a deep hatred for this man inside you, but he did something good today and you hadn't met him before. Well not personally, you had however seen him on TV as he tried to take over the world, you had heard he was under some kind of mind control though. "You are a curious little thing, aren't you?" Loki spoke as he approached you "Who are you and how did you know it was me mortal?"

You grinned "I'm no one important to you" Your smile widened as you noticed him being distracted again. You watched in awe as your statement appeared on the back of his hand.

The black haired god stared at you in disbelief "No...no no no no. How? That's not possible" Before you realized what was happening he was already too close for comfort. He grabbed one of your arms and shoved up your sleeves. Perhaps your senses have weakened after your many years of service. Disbelief filled Loki's eyes as they pierced your own gaze. He let go of your hand as some kind of hatred but also hope filled his eyes "You hate me. You think I'm a monster." He spoke with clenched teeth. He was trying to compose himself, to seem calm, but you easily looked through his disguise. "I do not" You replied, your (e/c) eyes were soft as you looked at him. He stood there, waiting for the tingling and burning somewhere on his pale body. But the feeling never came. You had been truthful. "I know better than to lie to my soulmate." The words escaped your throat before you could even think. "Why did you say it then?!" The god growled. "Said wha-" The mischievous man cut you off "My soulmate could never possibly be a bad person" he quoted your lie "what changed?"

"I-I" you were speechless "I said that, knowing that anyone could be my soulmate, I tried to convince myself to see things positively. I did not know it would affect you as it was about soulmates in general. I am sorry for causing you pain Loki"

"So you don't think I'm a bad person?" he asked, turning your words around "I do know of the bad things you did. You tried to take over my home. I cannot confirm that you are a completely bad person though. I-I don't know you well enough to judge. For I try to build my opinion when I get to know people myself, even if this person is the prince of lies. Besides, you can't be too bad if you are my soulmate, at least not towards me" You grinned, reaching out your hand for him to shake "I'm (Y/n) by the way."

Loki looked at your hand, a smirk on his lips as he held your hand in his and brought it up to his lips to press a small kiss against the back of it. His eyes never leaving yours as a blush took over your features "It is a pleasure to meet you (Y/n). My name is Loki and I do not think I'll send you off to Midgard just yet, if ever..." The last two words were not meant for you to hear but you did. "Before we get to know each other better my soulmate~" he smirked "I have to take care of my father and brother." He turned around and walked towards the door "You stay here for now" the man winked at you before he turned himself into the guard again and left the room.

#soulmate au #soulmate #loki #marvel #loki god of mischief #loki soulmate au #loki x y/n #lokix reader #loki x you #loki imagine #marvel imagine #mcu #marvel x reader #marvel soulmate #loki x reader soulmate

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jisungsmochi · 3 years

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i’ve got this friend - mark lee

based on the (unreleased) song by 5SOS

neighbour & friend! mark + a very oblivious y/n (female)

word count: 1.7k

summary: after a rumour stirs that you have a secret admirer, your neighbour and friend, mark lee begins to drop some, not so subtle, clues on who it might be. will his mission be a success?

mark hated lee haechan more than anything in the world right now. the little menace decided to spread the rumour that you had a secret admirer. mark was in panic mode, wanting nothing more than to roll up in a ball and cry.

“what the hell, man? what if she finds out?” mark groaned, holding the bridge of his nose, as haechan continued to giggle.

“would that be so bad? you’ve been pining over her since you became neighbours. isn’t it time for you to finally tell her how you feel?”

“what if she’s disappointed?” haechan immediately stopped laughing, furrowing his eyebrows at his glum faced friend.

“but what if she’s over the moon? you always look for the bad in these situations. you’re confessing to her, you have to” mark knew inside that he was partially right. it had been almost two years since he developed a friendship with you. although you weren’t attached to the hip, you were both friendly towards eachother and spent a fair amount of time together. haechan claimed he had a fool proof plan to ‘get the girl’ so let the games begin...

“hey! y/n, wait up” mark caught up with you as you exited your house.

“oh goodmorning mark” you smiled as you walked over to him, continuing to walk alongside him on your way to school.

“i gotta tell you something” he looks away from you, eyes drawn to the ground. you silently urge him to continue,

“i heard that someone likes you”

you immediately stop in your tracks, your face contorting into confusion yet also, excitement.

“really? do you know who it is?” you trailed slowly behind him, he didn’t even notice you had stopped briefly.

“uh yeah, i’ve got this friend, he doesn’t really want me to tell you who he is yet” you felt your heart sink, is this all some sick prank?

“mark, you don’t have to feed into these rumours-“

“no i’m being serious, you have an admirer” he softly smiled, making you feel slightly more at ease. mark had never lied to you before, why would he start now? you decided not to pry him anymore, wanting to keep this to yourself for the time being. of course you were curious as to who it was, but maybe keeping their identity hidden is giving them the courage to contact you eventually. you were hopeful, and so was mark. he wanted nothing more than for you to make your way to him.

“so is there anything else you wanna tell me about said admirer? is he tall? do i know him?” you begin to become impatient as you sat across from mark at your usual lunch table.

“um he’s kinda my size? i guess. you might know him, he does go to our school” you begin to turn around, scanning your eyes over the courtyard.

“don’t look now! he might be looking” mark hurriedly spoke, not thinking about his words.

“oh so he’s close to where we are?” you grew even more curious than before. you were going to get mark lee to crack, it was the only way.

‘oh fuck’ he thought to himself. what is he going to do now?

“mark, it’s honestly killing me! you really can’t tell me who he is? is he really that shy? or am i just intimidating?” you frown as you sit on mark’s couch in his basement. he invited you over sometimes whenever he was bored and needed someone to go over some of his song ideas with. mark was in a band with some of his close friends, they didn’t really have a proper name yet, and had barely played infront of people.

“you’re not intimidating at all! you’re one of the kindest people i know” he quickly jumps to your defence. he hesitates for a moment before continuing,

“well he plays the bass guitar, and oh! he thinks you would like him better if he had a car, kinda feels like a loser for not having one” your mind begins to wind, who do you know that can play bass and has no car...

well jeno was the official bassist of their band...and you remember him complaining at one of their practices that he was late because he had to take the bus. but really? did lee jeno have a crush on you? that seemed unrealistic. you barely had any interactions with him, only greeting him nicely whenever you tuned in to their practices. was mark trying to set you guys up or something?

“is it someone from your band?” mark froze, not expecting you to catch on so quickly. (not like he was being so discrete either)

“uh maybe, maybe not. i don’t know” he begins to ramble.

“i’m beginning to think you’re playing some weird prank on me, mark lee. i hope whoever this guy is, comes to me soon. the suspense is killing me!” and with that, mark knew he needed to speed up the plan.

“you gotta tell her soon, your stupid clues are probably making her stressed. and why the hell do you wanna make her stressed?!” haechan gave the older boy a hard smack on the back of the head.

“look, we need a new plan, asap”

“no shit, you’re lucky i’m the damage control” haechan huffed, putting on his figurative thinking cap.

“aha! you’re going to write her a song” mark raised an eyebrow at the younger boy as if he was insane, he can’t write a song in a day, not even a week sometimes.

“not an actual song! just a little snippet of a song describing your feelings, since you can’t seem to say it to her straight out. it’s a brilliant idea and you should thank me” mark understood where he was coming from. maybe if he sat you down, with his guitar and sang to you, it wouldn’t be as awkward or pressuring. lee haechan was in fact a genius.

“mark? it’s like 1am, what do you need me for?” you groan from your side of the phone call.

“i need to get something off my chest, meet me at the park in 10” part of you wanted to hang up and fall back asleep, but another part of you was curious as to why mark lee needed you so late in the night. you dressed yourself in a warm puffer jacket before making your way to the playground across from your and mark’s houses.

you saw him sitting on one of the swings, his guitar tucked close to him, his fingers strumming to a random tune.

“this better be good” you sigh, taking a seat on the swing next to him.

“the reason i asked you to come out here is because i haven’t been completely honest with you. i don’t want you to say anything until the song is done, it would really save me the embarrassment” he warned, making you slightly nervous. he took a deep breath, eyes focused on the strings of the guitar, before he began to play.

[ *cue ‘i’ve got this friend’ by 5sos hehe]

“I've got this friend who's crazy about you

I've got this friend who can't be without you

I've got this friend and I wish I could see

See what you'd say if I told you it was me

I want to tell you to see what you'd say

Before I jump in and I ask for that date

I've been that friend

I've been that friend and I wish I could see

How this would end if you knew it was me?”

your heart melted at each lyric. mark lee had been that ‘friend’ all along. the mark that always waited for you to walk to school together. the mark that always brought you home bubble tea when you were feeling down. the mark that always invited you over just because he enjoyed the company. it was him. it was always him.

you felt tears begin to fill your eyes, causing mark to place his guitar down and stand across from you, holding your shoulders gently.

“d-did i say something wrong? did i mess things up? i’m so sorry, y/n. i should have come clean so-“

“no mark, i’m not mad or sad! i’m just really overwhelmed. here i was thinking that this was all some silly joke when the whole time, you were my admirer” you slightly sniffled at the last part, making mark’s heart swoon. he wiped a tear that fell from your eye, as you leant into his warm palm.

“i don’t need you to say you like me back or anything, i just couldn’t go on with life without you knowing”

“i understand. and trust me, i’ve always seen you as my cute next door neighbour. and honestly, i’d be lying if i said that i haven’t thought about dating you” you felt heat rise to your cheeks, hoping he wouldn’t notice due to the cold.

“but all those clues! it must have been so entertaining to watch me struggle with piecing it all together! everything makes sense now, except for the bass guitar one. i thought you were just the lead guitarist?” you furrowed your eyebrows as mark began to chuckle.

“i kinda slipped up there, i can play both guitar and bass. i was actually the initial bassist of the band until we found jeno” mark explained, making you feel even more stupid.

“gosh, there i was thinking that jeno was my admirer” you saw mark begin to frown, causing you to stand and face him.

“but don’t worry about him, all my attention and focus will be on you now!” you smiled with glee, watching as mark copied your expression. he leaned down close to you, placing a small peck to your cheek, his breath slowly fanning your cheeks.

“so what do you say? go on a date with me?”

“of course, tell your little ‘friend’ he finally got the girl” you pulled him into a warm embrace, feeling him melt in your arms.

it was safe to say that you and mark didn’t remain friends for much longer.

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Alright then, I suppose since tumblr has been eating the ask I sent you, I’ll send another! (It’s no problem really, I’m stubborn lol) Could do a request with Kirari and Rikari with an extremely charismatic & insanely intelligent/strategic Older sister Reader?

Like, OS!Reader is capable of outsmarting or tricking even the most experienced and brilliant players when it comes to gambling, though she only gambles oc a to take her mind off of her work as a CEO/President of hundreds of different companies.

When OS!Reader does gamble however, it’s a rush of pure adrenaline and flustered attraction for whoever her opponent is, that or overwhelming fear and tense anxiety. (It’s either one or the other, OS!Reader is truly sadistic when it comes to messing with people and loves to play around with her opponents emotions)

The worst (/best) part about gambling with OS!Reader is that despite her opponents never winning, she always seems to have them enraptured by the end of it. OS!Reader literally has an entire network of rival companies turned business partners due to the pure charm and charisma this woman somehow uses on people if she decides she likes how they take their defeat against her.

↳ no matter the cost

♥ GENRE: fluff, comfort.

♥ CHARACTER(S): k. momobami, r. momobami, (themes of) a. mibumi

♥ SYNOPSIS: ririka and kirari with their older sister coming back.

♥ WORD COUNT: 6890 words (I checked on Google Docs and that was 13 pages, holy shit--)

♥ NOTE: W O W this is such an incredible idea and I am SO EXCITED TO WRITE IT! I am going to use a couple of characters from Kakegurui Twin because it matches with the reader’s age range and for the purpose of the plot. It also got kind of long but that is perfectly okay, I liked writing it. Let’s get going!

“Ririka, Y/N’s coming back.” Kirari said once she opened the door to her twin sister’s room. The other girl whipped her head up from her book and almost threw it aside as she stood up. “When? When is she coming back and at what time? Should we pick her up at the airport?”

It came as no surprise that Ririka’s favorite sister was Y/N. Kirari couldn’t blame her, her favorite was also Y/N. They both were twins and they used it to their advantage, but Y/N had practically raised them, therefore she was the only one that could tell them apart when they were little. They came to count on her a lot and as the oldest sibling, Y/N always watched over them and put their needs before hers.

Now as they were older, they had come to appreciate her a lot more and it was also no surprise that she was extremely popular and famous. After all, she had sped through college immediately after graduation and another year after that, she had started her own conglomerate company. As she grew older, she became so much more intelligent, able to charm even the most firm people into the palm of her hand. The twins had always admired her for that, seeing as she could convince almost anyone to do anything. Y/N was only around 20 and she had been at their school when they were in their first year.

It was strange, they hadn’t heard from her in a while. It was obvious that she was super busy, hundreds of companies now under her name since she had started them from scratch and now they were all over the world, making her the richest woman in the world.

The twins had the date set on when Y/N would come back from her newest company somewhere in Canada. They had arrived at the airport, waiting for her to come out and usually, they were placid and nonchalant about everything. But this was their older sister. They had grown up with her and they’d be lying if they said they hadn’t missed her. After all, she was the one who had given them an actual childhood under her watch, albeit not even being their mother.

“There she is!” Kirari pointed at the woman walking with an air of elegance that clearly brought so many people’s eyes on her as if to ask who she was. Y/N looked up at the twins beaming down at her and she couldn’t suppress a smile as she quickly hurried to get to them.

Not caring about her bags, she pulled them both in for a hug and said, “Oh, you two, I missed you so much! Look how much you’ve grown!” Pulling back to look at them, she shook her head. “Wow, it’s so hard to believe that a few years ago you two were hiding behind me, you’ve grown so much!”

“Y/N, stop, you’re embarrassing us!” Kirari said, shaking her head with a smile.

“Ah, whatever, let’s get going. I’ve missed Ririka’s cinnamon rolls, how’s school?”

Ririka picked up one of her suitcases and Kirari took another one. Ririka spoke up. “Kirari’s still the president and I’m still vice president. There’s a new girl that has beaten most of the student council at gambling and from what can gather, Kirari’s her big target.”

“New girl, huh?” There was a glint in Y/N’s eye that the twins recognized. It was that look that was unrivaled by anyone else. No other look had ever given them more chills. It always meant that she had a plan in mind. Kirari had taken after Y/N with her own plan, but they never matched hers. The admiration was clear. “Wonder what it’d be like to gamble with her.”

“You don’t gamble much though, Y/N.” Kirari said. “Do you still have your touch?”

“Wow, how dare you, that’s a personal attack. Of course I have my touch! How else do you think I’ve gotten all of my companies all over the world? Not by pleading, that’s for sure.” Once they got into the car, Kirari gestured for the chauffeur to take them back home. Y/N sunk back against the seat and looked at them both. “I have a feeling someone’s gonna know I’m back.”

Ririka nodded and Kirari spoke up. “Aoi Mibumi?”

“Yeah. He’s a jerk, but he was always fun to play against.” She sighed and sat up, taking out a couple of bags from her own backpack. Tossing them to her sisters, she said, “I got you things from everywhere. But back to the other talk, if there’s something I can teach you two, it’s that charm and charisma get you everywhere. The amount of people I had at my heels and would do anything if I told them to after the gambles was no joke. Even my own rivals became my business partners with a simple wink behind the cards.” Looking out of the window, she smiled smugly. “Just remember that for the future. It’ll come in handy.”

Ririka was chewing on some candy and she smiled a bit at it. “We know. That’s practically how Kirari has gotten people under her thumb.”

“I’ve heard about the election, Kirari. I think it’s a bad idea but you know what you’re doing.” Looking at the youngest sister, Y/N studied her for a second before crossing her arms. “Make sure to capture everyone. You catch more flies with honey than vinegar.”

“That’s the biggest lesson you’ve drilled into our heads, Y/N, I haven’t forgotten it, I promise.” Kirari reassured her.

Once they got back home, Y/N said, “I’ll go to your school on Monday, there are some teachers I want to say hi to. I just need to sleep, jet lag is something else.”

After she disappeared into her room, Ririka turned to Kirari. “Did you contact Mibumi?”

“Hmm, perhaps. He did have the biggest crush on her when she was in his year before she surpassed him quicker than anything. And I have a feeling that the reunion of the third years in her year will be something to look forward to.”

On Monday, Y/N was dressed in something formally casual as she followed Kirari and Ririka out the door. “You have your food right?”

Kirari shook her head. “You truly still act like our older sister, even with your job.”

“Just because I’m rich doesn’t mean I will not torture you by making sure you’re sleeping, drinking water and eating well.” Y/N stuck out her tongue at the twins, making them laugh as they got in the car. Y/N was scrolling through her phone before putting it to her ear. “Hold on, we’ll talk right now, I have to take this. Hello? What? Another one wants to buy the company? Tell him that it doesn’t matter how much he offers, he’s not going to be able to buy it. No, I don’t care if he threatens us. What will he file against us, tried arson? Remind him that one wrong step and I’ll let his wife know where he’s been going instead of his job. All right, thanks, you’re the best.” Clicking off, she looked at her sisters’ expressions. “What?”

Ririka tilted her head. “Do you still have people trying to buy your smaller companies?”

“Of course. It’s business, it’s very cutthroat, so you fight fire with water instead. Remember that water isn’t calm so obviously it’ll put the fire out soon. Ah, there’s Hyakkaou, I missed it a lot.”

They all got off and Ririka put her mask on. Y/N looked at her quizzically but didn’t say anything more. They started walking through the halls and the amount of murmurs coming from the students wasn’t ignored by Y/N.

“Wow, who is that?”

“Why is she with the president and the vice president?”

“She looks a bit similar to them. You think they’re related?”

“She’s hot, I wonder what her type is.”

“Definitely not you, that’s for sure.”

At the last sentence, Y/N had to suppress a laugh, passing it off as a cough. There was a scream of her name from the end of the hall and before she knew it, she was engulfed in a huge hug. Y/N beamed. “Yumi, good to see you again.” She hugged the blond back and pulling back. “Wow, you’ve also gotten taller! Terano, how are you?”

The brunette couldn’t stop a smile from coming across her features. Albeit Y/N being a Momobami, the entire clan adored her. There were so many memories with her, all of them good. They looked up to her and most of the time, they didn’t even care that she was the sister of the head of the clan. It wasn’t like her goal was to control the clan. She had bigger plans than that. Terano answered, “I’m doing good, you never told us you’d be coming back.”

“Yeah, spur of the moment.” Leaning down to hug the girl, she stood up again to see three more people racing to her. Miroslava, Rin and Ibara. She laughed as she hugged them at the same time. “Rin, you’re still short!”

“Hey! That’s not fair, you don’t get to say that just because you’re older!” He said, squinting at her but there was no malice behind the statement.

“Look at you! You look so professional!” Ibara exclaimed with a grin on his face.

“We missed you so much.” Miroslava added, a small smile also on her face.

Now it seemed like most of the school was gossiping from the sight of the Momobami clan gathering around the new girl. She wasn’t dressed in the uniform so there was no way that she was a new student. But how talented was she to be able to coerce the others into smiling when they hadn’t for a while?

“Y/N!” Two voices shouted in unison and Y/N almost toppled over from Sumika and Erimi hugging her so tightly it felt like they were trying to strangle her.

“Guys, hold on, you’re going to choke me!” She coughed out before laughing once they loosened their holds. Y/N pulled back to see Erimi still hugging the caterpillar she had sent to her about three years ago. With a smile, she gave her a tiny package. “Open it when you get home.”

The pink-haired girl had an excited expression on her face as she agreed. Sumika asked, “What are you doing back here?”

“Spur of the moment. How are your jobs? I saw the Gamble Hole, that was an incredible performance, absolutely amazing. I’d be surprised if you weren’t nominated for at least five awards.” Y/N told Sumika, making Sumika brighten up. Y/N knew exactly how to make everyone follow her like ducklings and make them happy. Their own parents had forged a path for them and even trained specific things into their heads. Y/N took that away and made them feel more comfortable when she was around.

Miyo, Miri and Nozomi had also been ecstatic to see that their cousin was back and Y/N had been whisked into the student council room abruptly by Kirari. Standing in front of the door, she raised an eyebrow. “Kirari, what’s happening here?”

“Just open the door.”

When she opened it, she was taken aback by the sight of Aoi Mibumi, the former treasurer, Sachiko Juraku, the former Moral Committee chairman, and Sakura Miharutaki, the former Beautification Committee chairwoman, also Mibumi’s fiancee. Or was she still? Y/N couldn’t hold back a gasp and Sachiko grinned as she stood up, walking over to her. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t my favorite non-gambler.”

“That’s the worst nickname for me and you know it,” Y/N snapped back. Sachiko was never her favorite person because she always used her power to abuse people and it made her furious. Y/N had defeated her and Sachiko had demanded for her to take her post as chairman. Y/N had turned her nose up at her and left.

“Gutsy, huh?” Mibumi walked over and Y/N grinned as he hugged her. “You’ve changed, Momobami.”

“Wow, why my last name? Miharutaki, don’t be jealous.” Y/N said, directing it at his fiancee. “I don’t like him like that.”

The girl shook her head knowingly. “I’m aware, I’m not worried about it either.” Also hugging her, she took a step back. “We were told that you’d be back and we wanted to say hi. Well, Sachiko just joined in to mock you or something.” Glaring at said girl, Y/N couldn’t stifle a snicker.

Kirari leaned against the wall. “The reason why I brought them here...well, let’s just say they’ve been wanting to do this for a while.”

“Not me. I’ve learned my lesson against her.” Miharutaki shuddered. “Her eyes are always the thing to suck your soul in after she wins.”

“Ah, not this time.” Mibumi said. He and Sachiko, with meaningful eyes, turned to Y/N. “Will you gamble with us one more time?”

Y/N closed her eyes, thinking about the pros and cons. Well, she had come back for a vacation. Gambling would take her mind off of her responsibilities that were constantly being stuck into her head. When she looked up at them, they almost faltered at what was in her eyes. There was no way she’d changed much, except that the look in her eyes was so much more dangerous than before. “Let’s get started.”

The rest of the school had been alerted of the gamble and all the election gambles had been put off to see the battle between Y/N and the three others. Miharutaki had been told to do so and she had agreed if it would be something that they could get over with in about five minutes. She didn’t want to see Y/N after she won.

Runa rolled in on a swivel chair, laughing. “Well, look at that, noted alumni have come back to school to face against the president’s older sister! Y/N Momobami, against all three of them in a row. Rumor has it she has never lost a gamble in the few times she’s gambled in this school. Not sure about outside, but I can assure you, she’s one hell of a gambler!”

Y/N waved up at Runa as she sat across Miharutaki. Runa kept going. “For this round, we will be playing the simple game of Rock, Paper, Scissors! The cards will be put into the box over there--” She pointed at a steel box in which the students were placing their cards in. “And they will each take out three. Only one round so that this can be quick! Seems like Miharutaki doesn’t want to face Y/N later on!” With her signature laugh, she stayed quiet for the process of the cards.

Y/N picked out her cards with the lightest touch. It was a strange sixth sense of hers, whatever was hidden that she needed she’d be able to get. Pulling out her three cards, she covered them with both hands, making sure the girl before her wouldn’t be able to see them. Rock, paper and scissors. Perfect.

Now let’s look at all the possibilities, Y/N thought to herself, closing her eyes. She started thinking of what could happen. I have all kinds but if she has two papers, I either lose or I win depending on the card I take. Maybe I can take a tie as well. Same thing goes for two rocks and two scissors. If she has three of a kind, I’d have to be careful to choose right. The wrong one could make me lose on the spot. The right one immediately makes me win. But the probability of her having three of a kind is slim. And if she has one of all? I’d have to guess what her move is. But humans in rock, paper, scissors are drawn to scissors to draw first. And from the look in her eyes and how she’s focusing...Y/N glanced up slightly, noticing that Miharutaki was too focused on a card of hers. She would choose that one. It’s scissors. That means rock.

“Rock, paper, scissors!” Both of them shouted in unison, throwing down their card. Just as Y/N had expected, scissors. She had gotten rock and won immediately. It wasn’t the same rush that she’d get in a higher risk game, yet she could see that Miharutaki was afraid of looking her in the eyes. With her cheek in her hand, Y/N grinned slyly. “Are you sure you’re even good enough to be Mibumi’s fiancee?” Walking over to her and leaning on her from behind, she whispered, “It’d be a shame if something happened to him before your wedding day.”

Y/N sauntered over to Sachiko’s table, leaving Miharutaki behind in fear. She didn’t even need to look at Y/N’s eyes to feel even more terrified, but when Y/N looked over her shoulder, it was like her eyes were much more perilously bright. She was obviously planning something.

Runa yelled, “With that, Y/N has won and moved onto the second round! That wasn’t a very quick round, but now the exciting will happen! You can place your bets with votes if you must, get ready for the showdown!”

Y/N sat across from Sachiko, three rounds of Nym Type Zero with a new deck in each round. Runa would be shuffling. Sachiko was leaning back in her chair with a smirk on her face as if she had this in the bag. Y/N, not looking at her, concentrated on her cards. Two zeros, I got lucky. One one and one three. She could sense Sachiko still gazing at her and pretending to organize her cards, Y/N spoke up. “What’s wrong, Sachiko? Are you getting cold feet from your housepet not being with you? How pitiful, you’d be so much better off without her, but I guess you depend on someone to do your things all while degrading them, even if it’s their wish. Must you really have a soundboard for all hours of the day?”

Sachiko growled, almost crushing her cards. “If you were anything like me--”

“I’m sorry? Anything like you?” When Y/N finally looked up, Sachiko gasped. The light made it seem like her eyes were red. Sachiko was pushing her limits. “If I was anything like you, I’d be a disappointment to my family. I am nothing like you. I am actually successful, even at your age. You’re still learning and I’m taking over everywhere. With one snap, I can even take your housepet.” With a benign smile, she threw down her three.

Sachiko could barely think straight. She was seeing red. She tried to calm herself down, thinking this was part of Y/N’s plan. Riling someone up was the best way to make them lose themselves and their logic, thus causing them to lose their footing. She threw down another three.

“Six!” Runa exclaimed.

A one from Y/N. “Seven!”

Sachiko smirked. With her two, she could knock Y/N off of the board. But if she had a zero...Sachiko would lose. Y/N only needed two rounds to win officially. She’d have to take the leap, which was unfortunate, really. Sachiko, if Y/N hadn’t riled her up, would’ve taken the proper steps and easily defeated Y/N. Kirari noticed that just from the smirk Y/N had. She threw down a zero and Sachiko slammed down her cards in frustration.

“That is more than nine, Sachiko loses this first round!” Runa shouted into her microphone. “Next round!”

Shuffling the cards again, Y/N almost looked bored. The twins knew their sister well though. She was focusing on how Runa was shuffling the cards to see what Sachiko’s next step would be.

She looked at them. Two twos, one zero and one one. In the low zone, but that was the best move in this game.

Meanwhile, Sachiko had two threes, one zero and one one. At the first chance she got, she’d be able to knock Y/N out of the board. All right, now to intimidate her so she gets thrown off. “You’d think someone important like you would have better things to do. Did you miss the fear you’d get from the poor students? That’s so pathetic of you, Y/N, you’d really stoop that low?”

Raising an eyebrow, Y/N replied, “I’m not the one that had a leash on my housepet nor am I the one that bullied Mary into submission. I will repeat it again.” With a glower in her eyes, she firmly stated, “I am nothing like you.”

Sachiko was about to snarl at her, but she instead threw down a three.

“Three!”

Y/N, with her poker face on, put down a two.

“Five!”

Another three.

“Eight!”

A one.

“Nine!”

Sachiko grinned. There was no way Y/N would be able to wiggle out of this one. Two zeros was hard to come by and so was one zero. But this girl was some sort of miracle worker. She’d find a way to scrounge up a zero, she couldn’t underestimate her at all. Sachiko shook her head, throwing down her zero with a smug smile.

“Nine!”

Y/N touched one of her cards and stared at Sachiko in the eyes as she spoke up. “Check up on Mikura. I have a feeling she won’t be speaking for a long time, especially not to you. It’s so simple to get to the housepet’s owner, especially someone like you.” Laughing, she put down her zero, grinning at the look in Sachiko’s eyes. Walking over, she took her hand in both of hers, a sadistic smile across Y/N’s face. Sachiko was shaking from her loss as she trembled to look up at Y/N. This wasn’t the same girl that she wanted to get as a housepet. She had become someone Sachiko could only dream to be. She was sadistic, her job had done that much, but the thrill of the gamble just amplified that feeling. “Mikura isn’t yours anymore. She’s now mine.”

Walking to Mibumi, the former chairwoman clutched her head in her hands, screaming hysterically. Y/N had blatantly lied but she was so good at lying she could pass it off as the truth and even Sachiko couldn’t tell.

“Y/N has won the second round! Now for the final round, our president will tell us what to do!” Runa said into her microphone.

Kirari stepped up and said, “Come with me, both of you. I will have Runa arrive as well and the vice president. In the meantime, place your bets. I have a feeling this will be a good match.”

Ririka walked alongside Y/N and Mibumi, Runa right behind them. Mibumi and Runa started cahttering and catching up, but Ririka was silent. The silence was enough to help them communicate. Y/N had helped Kirari and Ririka form a new language to communicate silently, just as Miri and Miyo had.

Are you okay?

Yeah, Ririka, I’m fine, don’t worry about me. Mibumi’s an easy target.

No, it’s just...Kirari has been planning this for a while. At least the game. It’s not the safest thing either, she doesn’t like it being safe.

The group stepped outside the school and walked past the Tower of Doors. From what Ririka had told her, Y/N knew someone had jumped and survived the fall because of a deal that was made. The new girl had been in that bet.

“You have a choice: the Tower of Doors, the Maze or my personal favorite: the Castle of Mirrors. Nothing is what it seems. You can’t trust anything or anyone. You don’t know what you’re seeing or where you’re going and what’s more, a single wrong choice can lead you to your demise.”

Aoi and Y/N looked at each other and they nodded. “Castle of Mirrors.”

“Great. Let me explain the rules, they’re very simple. You will both have a limited amount of times to get to the center of the castle. In that castle, you will find options specifically for you. Your chosen path will determine it. It will be your choice to choose where the key will go. Try not to die or get lost. Getting lost means a painful death or drive you on the brink of insanity.”

Aoi frowned. “Why would you have some sort of contraption like that?!”

Y/N turned to him, grabbing both of his hands in hers. He sucked in a breath at her expression. It was horrifying, but she looked thrilled, just like the new girl when she had a good gamble. “Because it’s all for the thrill, isn’t it? Whoever wins will stay alive and the loser loses their minds! Oh, Aoi, I don’t gamble much but this...” She gestured at the building ahead of them. “This is exactly what we’ve been waiting for! Besides...” Her insanity was gone, replaced by another thing he couldn’t get his finger on. “If you lose your mind, I’ll get to see you in a ward.”

They walked to the castle and Kirari said, “Be prepared. The only thing I’ll tell you is not everything is what it seems.”

With those words, the two were off. Y/N was walking through a dark hallway, not able to see anything in front of her. However, she shared a mind with her sister. They weren’t twins but sisters had a connection that was completely different. Pausing to think, she crouched down to touch the floor. Nothing but gravel. The walls were cement and it was getting slightly colder. She was getting close to the actual beginning.

The lights flashed on when Y/N stepped in, mirrors all around her. Aoi was right in front of her with a familiar smile on his face. “Guess we’re stuck here together.”

Squinting at him, she turned around to the door again only to find it closed. He was only a hologram, she could tell. Kirari was smart, but Y/N was smarter. Looking around for a crack in the glass, she found it and ran her fingers across it. The mirror opened, leading to another hallway. Oh, I get it. It’s like the Tower of Doors, just more challenging because you don’t know where you’re going. Nice going, Kirari. With a feeling of pride in her chest, she kept walking forward.

The next room she stepped into was full of familiar notebooks. Stepping over to one of them, she discovered that they were the infamous Life Plans. She found herself opening one of them out of curiosity only to drop it as if it was burning. She kicked it under the tables and kept walking through the tables. She knew she’d have to choose one in order to move on.

Think, Y/N, think. There has to be a catch to this. Wait...Her eyes widened as something clicked in her head. One of the mirrors had a crack in it. It wasn’t what it seemed, it was a door. One of these Life Plans is just a regular notebook. That’s it! The realization that she also couldn’t choose any or else she’d lose sunk in. She nodded and with a smile, turning to the camera in the corner. “You’re a genius, Kirari.”

But her job was cutthroat and full of liars. The fake notebook would have something distinct to it, different than the Plans. Walking around to study them, they all look extremely similar. Time was running out and she had a feeling that Aoi was catching up. Her hand floated over one notebook that was slightly darker than the others. Picking it up, all she found inside of it were blank pages.

The door opened and she had stepped inside to see Kirari, Runa and Ririka there. She had arrived first. Her eyes landed on the circular table there, full of cards. The Tarot Cards of Fate. The game Y/N had devised when they were younger. It had become Kirari’s favorite game.

“Y/N has won the first two rounds, but if Aoi Mibumi wins this round, it’s over! Y/N will have lost!” Runa winked at her and she nodded, crossing her arms as she leaned against the wall.

About five minutes later, Aoi walked in with a smirk on his face. “Nice contraption, Kirari. Almost got stabbed by the shards of the mirror.”

“Yes, it’s clear that you couldn’t think as fast as my sister.” The president answered. “The last round. Mibumi, Y/N, you two will have something to gain or lose. Y/N, what will you gamble?”

“The company, of course.” Y/N knew this game like the back of her hand. She’d make sure she didn’t lose and all she had to do was make Aoi Mibumi fall in love with her by the end of it.

“Mibumi?”

He had to think about it. Y/N was a Momobami and practically the richest woman in the world, if not the richest human being on the planet. There was only everything to gain and nothing to lose. “I have no idea, Y/N has everything.”

“You’re right, well. How about this? Aoi, if you win, you can take her place and if Y/N wins, she chooses what to do with you.” Kirari offered.

“Will that satisfy you, Y/N?” Aoi looked over at her.

Y/N thought about it for a few seconds before giving him a sweet smile that made him almost melt. “Of course! This gamble is against you, so of course it’s going to be exciting!” She didn’t lie about that part. He was a good person to play against, but an awful person to hang around. She didn’t need him in any way that mattered to normal people, all she did need was the ties with his family head to expand her company. The sheer thought made her heart race, already excited for the result.

“Now, it’s simple. The Tarot Cards of Fate. I had Runa bring her own tarot cards and she set them up, so there’s no bias towards anyone.” Kirari was on the outer circle of the table, her hand almost touching the cards. She picked one up, the backside facing the duo and hummed. “Runa will decide the point. If it’s a positive, Y/N’s points go up, hence helping her win. If it’s a negative, Mibumi will win. However, the Fool is the one that will decide your instant win or your instant loss, depending on what position it is in.” Putting the card down, she crossed her arms and said, “The Past, Present and the Future. All decided by Fate. How exciting, don’t you think?”

Aoi’s mind was practically racing to find out if there was any catch to this, if there was anything that would help him get the Fool. Kirari continued, “Ririka will choose the Past. Mibumi, the Present. Y/N, the Future. Fitting, isn’t it? Ririka determines what happened in the past with you both, Mibumi is still stuck in the present and Y/N has the future in her hands.” Going back over to Runa, she nodded. “Shall we begin?”

“Yes, we shall! Vice president, if you could please go down and choose the present?” Runa said, ecstatic.

Ririka silently went down and looked around. If there was a way to help Y/N win, she’d do it. Y/N didn’t need help most of the time, she was independent and knew her worth. However, seeing as she gave them lessons that stuck all their lives and helped them out whenever she could, she wanted to repay that favor at least once. Her hand was on a card.

“Is that the card you will choose?”

She nodded and turned it over.

“It is the Sun upright! That gives Y/N fifteen points! Aoi, it is your turn, can you knock her back down?”

Y/N caught Ririka’s eye and mouthed a thank you. Ririka nodded slightly, happy that she was able to help Y/N even a little bit. Both of their attention went back to Aoi. He had his hand on a card. “Y/N, I’ve always wondered what was always on your mind when we were still in school.”

She frowned. “Come again?”

“You know. You were popular by being related to the highest authority in the school and yet not once did you ever try to join our society to take them down. They were your sisters sure, but look at you now. Are you compensating for the fact that your younger sisters were able to conquer this school and thus the country?”

Her fists were clenched and it took everything in her power not to go over and show him what she actually felt. Taking a deep breath, she shook her head. “No. They’re my sisters. Not once were they treated lesser than me, nor did they do it to me. Aoi...I’m sorry that you have to be married to someone that’s not like you. I really am and I wish that you had someone better. But those twins have made me proud more times than your society has ever made you proud. I just conquered the world because it was at my disposal.”

Those words made Aoi sigh. Was it in disbelief? All he was thinking was that the crush he had on her a couple of years ago had not faded and just with those words, he found himself falling in love with her all over again. “How I wish you joined our side. I could’ve treated you like a queen.”

“I didn’t need someone else to treat me like a queen. All I did was went out to do it myself. You, Aoi Mibumi, couldn’t do it either.”

“Ah well. Maybe it’s good that I never told you.” He smiled at her. It was painful to hear those words and it was clear as well. The smile was just a facade. Y/N smirked at him, knowing that she injured him where it hurt most. She knew about his feelings and she decided to cut it in half along with his heart. She watched as Aoi flipped over the card and her lips parted slightly in shock.

“And he has flipped over the Lovers in reverse! That means minus 20, leading to Y/N having only -5! She has one chance to win! If he wins, he takes over her entire company and if she wins, she gets to take something from him!”

Taking a deep breath she started walking around the table with a distinct expression that Aoi remembered as the one where she was calculating everything within the game. And in this case, she was psychoanalyzing her little sister, trying to find out something from her so she could find it from Runa. It was something he loved so much and missed seeing. She didn’t need him and it hurt, but it was like he wanted to please her. He just wanted her to smile at him genuinely at least once.

“Do you know something?” He had forgotten she was a Momobami. She’d begin with some sort of monologue. However, Y/N had a way to capture people in her web of words. They were like pure honey with venom covered in it. It was surprising no one caught it, but how could they when she was so charismatic and charming? Everyone loved her even if they hated her at first.

“What?”

“I used to like you.” His eyes widened at the statement and it looked like she was reminiscing in time. “I wanted to be like Miharutaki for the longest time, please you and even be yours. Yet I had to remind myself that it was impossible. You know why?” She looked up, locking her eyes with his. “Because you were a fool. You organized a society to take down my little sister. She’s a Momobami, just like me. I taught her everything she knows now. So if you’re thinking I’m a fool for not liking you in our third year...” Laughing, she turned her card around, showing it to him. “You’re the fool.”

His jaw dropped and Runa yelled, “The Fool, upright! An instant win for Y/N, leading to Aoi Mibumi’s loss! I don’t think any of us expected the Fool to be chosen, but this is the president’s older sister!”

“And with that, I’m going back home. That was enough gambling for one day. Ririka, we can go past that coffee shop that you like. Oh, Aoi?”

He looked up at her and she grabbed the collar of his shirt, whispering, “Next time you try to be an idiot and destroy what they built, you’ll have me to deal with. But also...” She pulled away and there it was. The smile that could qualify as a blow to his heart. It was the genuine smile he had been wanting. “You were always amazing to play with. Thank you for the game. Ririka, let’s go.”

They both walked out of the room, Y/N talking animatedly to her. The other three watched them go and once the door shut behind them, there was a bit of laughter coming from Kirari. “Isn’t it funny? My sister is so good at flustering people and taking their deepest fears, using them to her advantage. Even now, Mibumi, you’re still in awe of her, even if she utterly destroyed your pride.”

Runa laughed. “She is on a whole other level, I can see where you get it from, President.”

Aoi couldn’t even talk. He was so enraptured by her, every word she had directed towards him was not ignored and it was like she knew what she was doing to him. She enjoyed it.

“You know, if I wasn’t engaged, I’d ask for her hand in marriage.”

Kirari’s face went hard before she dropped the expression. Instead, she replied with barely repressed rage. “And neither Ririka, nor I will let that happen. Get it out of your head.”

The next day, Aoi Mibumi’s father had decided to seal a deal with Y/N L/N, leading to the expansion of her company. His father had seen how different his son acted around her. It wasn’t a shock, he had almost handed his company over with no negotiation before hand just from the aura she had when she walked in.

“Yeah, so that’s what happened. It seemed like he would’ve handed it over without any questions.” Y/N laughed, taking a sip of her tea.

“When are you going back to work?” Kirari asked.

“Wow, are you already kicking me out? Probably next week? I can’t leave my entire company with my assistant, that would make her lose her mind and I didn’t want that.”

The twins truly didn’t want her to leave but they knew that Y/N had more important things in her mind than a simple gambling school. She had made sure that no one ever caught up to her and they worshipped her with just a wink or a smile. It was so simple really. Business was cutthroat up until Y/N came in with her charms and the plan backfired on the person. Ririka spoke up. “How did you know that the card was the Fool upright?”

She laughed, shaking her head. “I know you two like the back of my hand. And by knowing you, I know the people around you. Plus Runa is easy to analyze. The pattern was also simple. The Sun, followed by the Lovers and they were in the opposite sides? That would mean the formation would be a triangle, seeing as triangles are the strongest shape. Was it on the left or the right? That’s where you two come in play. Runa knew Ririka would choose the sun and the oldest takes the first path, which is the left. That’s what I chose.”

They blinked. Kirari answered, “That was a big gamble, that also seems a bit unlikely.”

“Well, yes, it was a big gamble, but isn’t that what gambling is all about?” Y/N looked at the sugar cubes, taking one delicately. “You either gamble safely and risk nothing or...” She crushed it in her hand, the granules falling neatly into her tea. “You gamble with reckless abandon, not sure whether to lose or to win.”

In the end, Y/N gained two more people afraid of her and one of them hopelessly in love with her. It was how she got more business deals, thus helping her expansion throughout the planet. She didn’t settle for one country, she wanted to take it all to make sure to be seen as someone to look up to. No longer did she want to be looked down upon like when she was younger. It was fortunate that she was incredibly intelligent and knew what it took to win. If it took everything she had to win, she’d do it.

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Loki x Reader - Married in Secret

Warnings: a lot of fluff, implied smut, more fluff Word Count: 3,1K Summary: After you and Loki get engaged, Odin is trying to make a huge wedding happen for you against your wishes. So you and Loki get married in secret. Loki has another surprise for the two of you... {there are a couple choices at the end for you to choose from!} Author’s Note: I’ve always wanted to write interactive fanfiction. Better start late than never, right? Please enjoy <3 also pls don’t hate me for the vows, I did my best ok??

YOUR POV

Questions about the tiniest, most ridiculous things were bombarded at you from each direction as you walked in the palace,

“Do you want dark green or light green curtains in the ballroom?”

“We’ve already invited 500 people to the dinner party, can we stretch that to 600?”

“Should we pair the roses with orchids or gardenias?”

Ever since you and Loki had announced your engagement, Asgard had gone wild. The servants were tasked with making the most fantastic royal wedding, and it was getting exhausting. Loki hadn’t asked for this and neither had you. Odin was orchestrating it all, and it was definitely not from a good will.

The old man cared so much about appearance and he wanted to show the people what it meant to be royal. After all, Loki was a prince and you were about to become a princess. Odin wanted to put up a facade, and dare you say it seemed like he wanted to show that royalty was much better than the common people. To throw luxurious parties and waste so much gold on an unfathomable amount of flowers and other unnecessaries. To put up a show and conceal the love you and Loki had for each other. You were supposed to act cold and proud that day, but it wasn’t what you desired.

Truly, all you wanted was to be with Loki and celebrate the love you had for one another. Nothing more than that.

After days of circus Odin had created, you were done. You felt like slamming the door to your soon to be shared bedroom, but didn’t do it as you realized the door itself hadn’t done anything to you. Loki was sitting on an emerald green armchair, book in hand and he looked up to you with almost a worried gaze. It softened when he realized that it was you, not another poor servant who was terrified of getting any details wrong.

“Bad morning?” Loki judged the look on your face. Your shoulders were tense and it looked like you had been spun around like a music box doll everywhere you had been.

“You could say so,” You sighed deeply and made your way closer to Loki. Although the day had begun poorly, you felt immediately much better when you were with the Trickster you had fallen for.

Loki put the book down on the coffee table next to an empty cup of tea and he stood up, meeting you in a loving embrace. You relaxed in his arms and for a moment, you closed your eyes and let yourself get lost in the moment.

“I chose a dress,” You let him know. At least, that was done now. One less thing to worry about.

“I’m sure it’s beautiful,” Loki sounded excited. He couldn’t wait to see you in your bridal outfit. The thought alone made his heart race in his chest. Oh how lucky he felt to have you.

You parted from his embrace and sat down on the second armchair so you could stretch your legs. It had been a long morning.

“I don’t wish to complain,” you started carefully, “but I don’t know how much more of this I can handle. This wedding is getting out of hand.”

Loki agreed with you, but hearing it made him worry. He was afraid you would get cold feet. If so, he would certainly blame Odin for it. But now, he wiped that thought away, for he had an idea.

“My love,” Loki took your hand in his and he lowered himself on one knee right in front of you, just like he had a few weeks ago. He was so devoted to you, he made you feel special.

“Yes?”

“What if I told you I have a plan?” A familiar grin appeared on his face. The way his lips curled ever so slightly made shivers run down your spine. He was up to something.

“Oh?” You were certainly curious. Loki never had bad ideas. Well, it depended on how one would define ‘bad’ ideas.

“Let’s elope, in secret. It’ll be just you and me and whoever shall wed us. No one needs to know until it’s official,” Loki proposed his idea to you.

And it was a brilliant idea. It was exactly what you had wanted. Something small and private. Away from hundreds or thousands of eyes which meant you could be comfortable. It wouldn’t be a show, it would be a loving moment just for you and just for him, one you would cherish forever.

It was also slightly rebellious, which only made it so much better. You could already envision the smoke coming out of Odin’s ears, and the dumbfounded look on Thor’s face. The people would have something to gossip about.

“What will your family think of it?” Honestly, you didn’t really care, but you played with the idea in your mind.

Loki put on a thoughtful look for a moment, pretending to be deep in thought, “I think...” He then returned his gaze to you and a playful gleam lit in his eyes, “that I don’t care at all. Perhaps my mother will be most understanding. Either way, it’s none of their concern, so what do you say?”

“Let’s do it,” You were convinced it was the best idea he could come up with regarding your wedding.

Loki was relieved to hear that and he quickly leaned close to you in order to catch your lips with his. The kiss deepened quickly. The way he held you was so strong and lively that you were afraid the chair would fall back, so you wrapped your arms around his strong torso to brace yourself.

When his soft lips pressed against the sensitive skin on your neck, you let out a laugh, “Loki!” You held onto him tighter, “if you’re going to kiss me like that, then maybe we shall move to the bed? This armchair wasn’t made for two.”

In a graceful manner, he dragged the two of you up to your feet, off of the chair, “if you insist, my love.”

The sun was beginning to set behind the horizon. It was still warm outside and the gentle wind cooled everything down. You were high over the water which allowed you to see most of Asgard, yet the place offered much needed privacy. Shadows cast on the stony pathway under your feet, which contrasted beautifully with the golden rays of sunlight that made everything look like a page from a fairy tale. Your eyes followed the trail of flower petals that smelled so lovely and sweet, and then you saw Loki.

He was standing there with a nervous smile on his face. The officiant who was going to wed you stood beside him and even he smiled as he saw you, but you could only focus on Loki. He wore his full Asgardian gear and the gold and emerald green looked fantastic on him. His raven hair was brushed neatly and it looked soft underneath his helmet. The emerald cape was flowing ever so lightly as the wind played with it.

In that moment, you felt like the luckiest person in the nine realms.

You walked all the way up to him and then made sure your dress was smoothly cascaded around your legs and you wiped off any possible dust. It was the dress of your dreams and it made you feel so comfortable in your own skin. The jewelry you wore matched the dress and Loki’s gear, and you felt neat. You were truly a match made in the heavens.

When your eyes met with Loki’s, your heart jumped to your throat. He looked so beautiful and happy. Joy was simply radiating from him and it was infectious. To see him like that was a sight you could never forget.

He took your hands into his and whispered, “you look ever so beautiful, my dear.” There was a tear in the corner of his eye and surely there were tears in yours. This was the moment you had waited for since you were small. It was your wedding day, when you and Loki would commit to one another for the rest of your lives.

The officiant cleared his throat and you both turned to look at him. Asgardian weddings could vary so much. Everyone expected you to have the biggest wedding anyone had ever seen since Odin and Frigga’s, but here you were. It was just the three of you there. You didn’t recognize the officiant who was holding your rings, but it didn’t matter. The ceremony was going to be brief anyway and then you and Loki could do whatever your hearts desired.

At first, the officiant spoke about your forefathers and mothers, asked them to bless you on your shared journey that was about to begin. He talked about Valhalla, and wished you strength and luck for your future. Eventually, it was time for your vows. You were slightly nervous then and you wondered how you would’ve felt if all of Asgard had been watching you. That would’ve been a nightmare.

Loki took a deep breath as he prepared to speak. He had tried his best to remember his vows without having to look at a paper. Although he had known you for so long and shown you his most vulnerable sides, he felt jittery as he prepared to recite his vows to you.

“Y/N,” He began by saying your name. You gave his hands a comforting squeeze. You wondered if his words would make you cry.

“You’re the love of my life. I still don’t understand what I did in order to end up with you, but I promise to make it all worthwhile. I assure you, I will stand by your side through thick and thin. I won’t let anything come between us, ever,” Loki seemed more confident after a few lines. He stood more comfortable and let the tension wash away from his muscles.

“I will treat you like the goddess you are and I will support you through everything in life. You make me so happy, and I wish to make you happy too. I will cherish each and every day that I get to spend with you, because I love you. I love you for all that you are and who you will become as we grow. You make me feel like a better person and you make me want to be good.”

“...I want to listen to you, to be your rock. I want to go through good days and bad because now I know that I won’t be alone. I know that I am much to handle, but I will never allow my life to come in the way of yours. No matter where life takes us, I won’t leave you alone. As long as we’re together, I promise to be the best version of myself. For our future family, for us, for you,” Loki continued his vows smoothly. Each word seemed to come straight from his heart and soul. They certainly tugged at your heartstrings in the very best way. There was no doubt, Loki loved you as much as you loved him.

“I will love you, always,” He finished his vows with a pledge. If it wasn’t for the ceremony, you would’ve kissed him. Each cell of your being was practically begging for it, but you kept yourself together for just a while longer.

He grabbed the golden ring carefully, afraid he would drop it. Then he held your hand and slipped the ring on your finger. It was a perfect fit and it looked amazing. The green jewel looked like magic as sunlight pierced through it from a million different angles. You would have to get used to carrying that on your finger, but it wasn’t heavy. It was just right.

Now it was your turn. Both Loki and the officiant looked at you expectantly. How could you match Loki’s words? You only hoped that he could feel the sincerity of your soft spoken words.

“Loki, you are the light of my life, the reason why I get through even the hardest of days, and why I can enjoy the good days even more than I usually would,” You tried your hardest to stay composed. A part of you wanted to crumble because you were so overwhelmed with love. When you felt his hands on yours, you managed to stay calm and collected and you continued,

“I promise to be your ally in conflict, your partner in life, parenthood, crime,” You joked just to ease the tension you felt, earning a chuckle from Loki who hadn’t expected that, but he found it amusing nonetheless. This was exactly why he loved you. You were never too serious. Truly, you were his partner in crime.

“I promise to be yours forever. Being with you makes life feel complete. On hard days when we argue, I promise I won’t go to bed angry. I want to work with you through everything life has to offer. I will never abandon you. If you go, I go, right?” You paused for a moment and tried to remember the rest of your vows. You had written them down several times and you were happy you did so, because it made it so much easier to remember. The sentences came straight from your heart now.

Before you could go on, you decided to grab the ring that would soon decorate his hand. You held onto it for dear life.

“I can’t wait to grow old with you, Loki. I promise to give you my heart, my soul, my faith. Regardless of what happens in the future, I’m here for you. We will face it all together. From this day forward, until the day we die, until we are reunited in Valhalla, I love you. Always,” You felt immensely relieved as you finished your vows. It felt good to have said it all and know that soon you would be married.

Loki let you put the ring around his finger, and his ring fit him flawlessly too. For a moment, you adored the way your hands looked now that you both had your wedding rings on. It was almost too good to be true.

And when you tried to study Loki’s expression, you felt confident that the words had been enough for his ears. You couldn’t remember ever seeing him look so radiant. It was like you had stepped on cloud nine together and nothing could possibly drag you down.

The officiant deemed you finished, so he spoke, “I say this before our forefathers and mothers so that they may bless this marriage. They may bare witness to the bond that you are about to form,” He turned to face the prince, “do you Prince Loki Odinson of Asgard take Y/N Y/L/N to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until all eternity’s end?”

The moment you had waited for was finally here

Loki faced you fully and he couldn’t dream of getting married to anyone but you. It was easy for him to say, “I do.”

The man nodded and then asked you the very same question, “Do you Y/N Y/L/N, take Prince Loki Odinson of Asgard to be your lawfully wedded husband to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until all eternity’s end?

Your heart was racing in your chest. It was like you were floating, that was how delighted you felt. There was no doubt to be found in your voice as you responded,

“I do.”

“Very well then,” The man failed to hold back a smile, “I now pronounce you husband and wife. May the gods and goddesses of Valhalla bless this marriage.”

Just like that, you were married.

Both of you were so ecstatic. When Loki leaned close to you and kissed you, it felt like you had entered paradise. Like all the flowers bloomed in seconds, like butterflies danced all around you, like you were bathing in sunlight and magic. You were enveloped in each other’s arms and your lips were sealed in a passionate kiss that felt never ending. It was your first kiss in the new chapter of your lives, and it was just for you.

The officiant gathered his things and left as quietly as a mouse, which Loki and he had agreed upon previously. That you barely noticed as you were lost in one another. It wasn’t until you parted from the kiss that you realized you were alone, just the way you liked it, away from prying eyes.

Loki wrapped his arm around your waist and then turned to look over the balcony. Vines were hanging over the railing and now you noticed the flowers he - or someone else - had set up. The sun was almost below the horizon and it painted the sky a beautiful mix of orange, gold and pink. Far away, you could already see a pool of stars gathering around the moons of Asgard. It was a beautiful sight.

“We’re married,” Loki had to say it out loud. It was difficult to believe to be true.

“Yes we are, my husband,” calling Loki that was thrilling. You wanted to shout it from the rooftops.

My husband, he enjoyed the sound of that. He would never grow bored of hearing it, he was sure. Loki played with the material of your dress, finding it smooth to touch. He couldn’t wait to discard it. He wanted to make you get lost in pleasure and bliss that night.

“I have a surprise for us,” Loki decided it was time.

“You do?”

“It’s our wedding day, my love. Of course I have more planned out for just the two of us,” Loki explained. He had been determined to make it special without guests. If others insisted on having a party later, that would be a problem for another day. You could celebrate without the judging guests and Loki’s family that could be a bit over the top.

“Does it involve cake?” You wondered curiously as he offered you his arm to hold onto. As you accepted that, he began to lead the way.

“You’ll have to wait and see.”

~ select your surprise ~

[surprise 1]

[surprise 2]

[surprise 3]

A/N: choose wisely! Or read them all, it’s up to you.

I tried not to make the wedding too earthly, you know? I hope you enjoyed it. Now please, enjoy the surprise ending of your choosing :)

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Brilliant (F.W.)

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Ravenclaw!Reader

Summary: Fred needs some help with school work

Word Count: 2.2k

Warning: None

AN: Hi everyone! Please just pretend that Fred didn’t get banned from quidditch in his seventh year please and thank you.

It was no secret that school was not one of Fred Weasley’s strong suits. He’d much rather spend his time goofing off with his brother, playing quidditch, or planning for the shop than spending countless hours completing assignments and studying for exams. He simply had better things to do. And while he knew that his future laid outside the realm of academic achievements, not everyone quite believed him. Or more accurately, believed in him.

So that was how he ended up in Snape’s office after class, the potions professor staring at him with his arms crossed and McGonagall looking down at him.

“Mr. Weasley do you know why we have called you here?” McGonagall asked sternly. Fred squirmed slightly in his seat.

“I’m not sure Minnie,” he said with a cocky smirk, “I may need you to enlighten me.” Snape scoffed from the other side of the desk.

“Well, first of all, I must remind you that my name is Professor McGonagall and you shall not call me by anything else,” she said seriously. Fred’s grin never faltered. “But it has come to attention that you are failing potions,” McGonagall said. Fred was surprised for a moment. He knew that he wasn’t doing particularly well, but he never imagined that he was failing. He turned and saw Snape smirking at him.

“If you have any interest in passing my class and graduating, I expect you to get a tutor,” Snape said eventually, a hint of smugness entering his tone. Fred frowned. The thing was, he didn’t intend to graduate. He and George were planning to leave in a few months anyway, was it really worth the hassle?

“I think I’ll pass on the tutor,” Fred said, making a move to leave the office. A hand grabbed his shoulder.

“Not so fast Mr. Weasley,” McGonagall warned. Fred turned to face her.

“Yes Minnie?” he asked with an annoyed smile.

“If you want to continue to play quidditch this year, I suggest that you take Professor Snape up on that offer and get a tutor,” McGonagall said with a frown. Fred froze.

“What?” he asked, slightly panicked.

“If your grade in potions does not improve to at least an acceptable, I can not let you participate in the quidditch season,” McGonagall explained. Fred let out a long sigh.

“Fine,” he grumbled, “Just give me the place and time.”

Fred was dreading having to go to the library to meet his tutor. It was early on a Saturday morning and he’d much rather be out with George and Lee than meeting some stuffy tutor in the library. Snape had told him who would be assigned to help him and Fred couldn’t help but grumble at the name. (Y/n) (L/n). (Y/n) was top of their year and the current Ravenclaw headgirl. She had taken an unspeakable amount of points away from Fred and his brother and she was always the first to raise her hand in class. She was the kind of person who was so smart that it was almost obnoxious.

Truly, he was in no position to judge the girl. He really did not know her and most likely had never even spoken to her outside of class before. But he was mad that he had to trudge across the castle at eight in the morning and that he actually had to open his books for once and the easiest way to cope was to blame it on her.

When Fred arrived at the library he saw her sitting in a corner. He was surprised to see that she looked just as tired as he was- her hair was messy and she was rubbing her eyes with the heel of her hand. She yawned as she spotted him and waved him over quickly. As he made his way over to her, Fred couldn’t help but chuckle. She was wearing a completely oversized jumper that covered her hands with the sleeves. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair looked as if she had run her hands through it countless times already. If anything, she looked more miserable than him.

“There you are,” she said as Fred slipped in a chair across from her.

“Sorry if I’m late,” he grumbled, plopping his books on the table.

“It’s fine,” she responded, “Snape had no business scheduling this session this early in the morning.” Fred laughed.

“Not a morning person then?” he asked. She groaned and shook her head.

“Not at all,” she said, scrunching up her nose. Fred’s bad mood slowly started to disappear. (Y/n) pulled out a roll of parchment and her quills, motioning for Fred to do the same.

“I figured that we could start the essay that’s due in two weeks, that way I can get a feeling of where you are,” you stated. Fred pulled out his materials. If he was being honest, he didn’t even know that there was an essay due in two weeks.

“Okay,” she started, opening up the textbook. “We have to write an essay detailing the process of how to make a befuddlement drought,” (Y/n) stated. Fred furrowed his eyebrows. He thought back to the previous class when he and George had royally screwed up that exact potion.

“Can you tell me what goes into a befuddlement drought?” she asked, peering up at him expectantly. Fred just stared at his parchment, completely and utterly clueless.

“I have no idea,” he said, turning to take a peek at her textbook. (Y/n) jumped to cover the recipe with her hands. He looked up at her, confusion etched into his face.

“Come on Fred,” she said, “I know you know this.” Fred scoffed.

“You’re giving me too much credit (L/n),” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. (Y/n) just rolled her eyes and shook her head.

“Oh come on. You’re incredibly smart I’m sure you know this,” she said, raising her eyebrows at him. Fred audibly laughed at this, causing Madame Pince to shush him.

“I may be many things,” Fred said, “but smart is not necessarily one of them.” (Y/n) narrowed her eyes at him.

“Oh come off it Fred,” she said, “I’ve seen your products, you’d have to be incredibly smart to make them.” Fred furrowed his eyebrows.

“That’s different though. I’m not good at the things we have to do in class,” Fred stated.

“Just because you have trouble with classwork doesn’t mean you’re not smart. I couldn’t do half the things that you and your brother do,” (Y/n) replied. Fred scoffed.

“Oh come on! You’re basically the smartest witch in our year. You always get top marks in potions,” Fred said, making another reach for the textbook. She swatted his hand away playfully, an endearing gesture that made him smile.

“That’s because I’m good at following directions. I always do what people tell me to do,” she said, staring at him intently.

“Isn’t that the whole point?” Fred asked, leaning against his hands. (Y/n) shook her head and laughed.

“Of course not, Fred! If I was told to make a potion but I wasn’t given a recipe, I’d fail. I’m good at memorization but I don’t genuinely have a good understanding of the subject,” she said. Fred frowned, not quite understanding. “I know that you’re better at potions than me because you know what ingredients to put together to make a specific kind of reaction, I could never do that,” she explained further.

“Fine. I guess I have a general understanding of the subject. But I still don’t know the recipe for the befuddlement drought and I need to pass this essay if I want to play in the match next weekend. So if you could kindly hand this over,” he said, reaching once again for her book. She snapped it shut and laid her arms across it.

“Okay let’s think of this differently,” she said, “If you and your brother wanted to make a potion for your business that was supposed to make whoever ingested it extremely confused and disoriented, what would you put in it?” Fred leaned back in his chair, mulling over the answer.

“I guess some scurvy grass? Maybe some sneezwort?” he said after a moment. When he looked back up at (Y/n), she was smiling widely at him.

“Exactly!” she proclaimed. Fred’s jaw dropped slightly.

“Wait really?” he asked, leaning towards her. (Y/n) opened up the textbook and flipped it towards him. She dragged her finger to the top and traced the words on the page.

“You just named the two key ingredients,” she said proudly. Fred smiled at her, feeling his pride swell slightly.

“See,” she said, “I told you that you were smart.” Fred let out a chuckled.

“Eh, still not sure about that. I am devilishly handsome though,” he replied. She scoffed at his response before turning back to the book. And then, quietly, she murmured, “Well I think you’re brilliant.” Fred froze at her words and flushed deeply. They were spoken so softly that he wasn’t sure that he was even intended to hear them. The ardent way in which she mumbled those words and the soft determination behind them made it sound as if she was stating a fact, a rule of the universe. It sounded as if she was sure that sun rose in the east, that the sun set in the west, and that Fred Weasley was brilliant. The compliment was unlike one he had ever gotten before. So earnest and so simple. Fred wasn’t sure if he had ever even been called smart, let alone brilliant, before this morning, and he was certain he had never heard it so impassioned. The way that (Y/n) muttered the simple phrase almost made him believe it.

Fred began to look forward to his early morning tutoring sessions with (Y/n). Sure, he felt like he was learning and improving at the subject, but mostly he just enjoyed her company. She was funny in a softspoken way, her small quips sneaking up on him and making his face hurt from smiling. She was sweet, always reassuring him that he was capable of learning the material. She was also very cute, with her large sweaters and sleepy eyes, blushing whenever he flirted with her. He was almost sad to think that if his grades improved he would have to stop seeing her. Never in his life did Fred think he would enjoy studying this much.

The day that Fred turned in his potions essay, (Y/n) gave him an encouraging smile from across the room. He had written the whole thing by himself, recalling the information that he and (Y/n) went over in their sessions. He had never been so confident in an assignment and had never been so excited to turn one in. He wanted nothing more than for (Y/n) to be proud of him.

A few days later he got the essay back, Snape dropping it upsidedown on his desk. Fred snapped his eyes up to meet his professor’s, who only grimaced in response. He suddenly felt exceedingly nervous. What if his work hadn’t paid off? He didn’t want to face you if he had done poorly.

As he flipped over the parchment he could barely contain his smile. A large E sat across the top of the page. Exceeds expectations.

As the entire class filed out of the classroom, Fred waited for (Y/n) by the door. He leaned against the wall of the dungeons, waiting for her to pass the threshold and escape the classroom. When (Y/n) finally walked out, Fred scooped her up in a hug before she could even register that he was there.

“Fred!” she squealed as he picked her up and spun her around. When he placed her back onto the floor, his hands still on her waist, he couldn’t hold back the happiness that he felt.

“I’ll take it that you did well?” (Y/n) laughed, her cheeks flushed and eyes bright.

“It seems that I have exceeded expectations,” Fred stated, puffing out his chest. She chuckled, her hands still clutching the fabric of his cloak.

“I’m so proud of you!” she said, staring into his eyes with the ghost of a giggle still gracing her lips. Fred threw his head back.

“I’m so excited I could kiss you!” Fred shouted with a laugh. If it was possible, she flushed darker.

“Fred!” she exclaimed, swatting him lightly in the chest. Fred captured her hand before leaning closer.

“I’m sorry darling but I’m not sure if I can help myself,” he said softly, a smirk playing at his lips. (Y/n) rolled her eyes at him.

“You get a guy one good mark and suddenly he’s falling at your feet,” she grumbled, sending him a playful look. Fred laughed heartily at her joke.

“Very funny smarty-pants,” he replied. She looked up at him, smiling widely. She took one look around the deserted hallway before she took Fred by surprise and kissed him herself. She pulled him closer by his robes and stood on her toes to reach his tall frame. Fred gripped her waist tighter and melted into her, smiling slightly. After a moment they broke apart, blushing and smiling widely.

“Eh not bad Weasley,” she said, patting him on the shoulder.

“Not bad?” Fred sputtered, caught off guard by her response.

“But don’t worry. I’ve already proven that I’m a magnificent tutor, I think I can help you out with this too.”

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