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cinnamonest · 7 months ago

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Pulchritudinous

Tohru Adachi x Reader

Words: 9.5k

Finally the day has come. I can write a character as a misogynist incel and know it's genuinely 100% canon. What a blessing.

for this I did a teacher! reader, therefore reader is of unspecified age but older than the main cast.

//VERY DARK, female reader, major p4 spoilers, heavy misogyny because it's Adachi how could there not be, implied stalking, near-death experience, major noncon (”have sex with me or die” scenario), threats of death and bodily harm, references to homicide, hair-pulling, choking, firearms, abduction, TV set shenanigans, Tohru likes pointing guns at people

Also I was too uncreative to think of a different slip of tongue so darling makes basically the exact same mistake Adachi makes in December lmao

Synopsis: As the homeroom teacher of the late murder victim, you’re called into the Inaba police station to answer some questions.

“Okay. Just a few questions.”

You forced a polite smile.

“Sure, go ahead.”

In truth, you felt like you were wasting your time.

You already knew most of what was going on. You already knew things that the police didn't. Sitting here was pointless, answering these questions was pointless — you could give him the truth, sure, but that presented a world of problems. It pretty much went without question that that would be a poor idea — you'd be written off as crazy, especially if it somehow didn't work when they tried to replicate your story. You couldn't risk getting fired, or worse, involuntarily committed over psychiatric concerns or something along those lines.

“Konishi was in your homeroom, right?”

You nodded. “That's correct.”

“And you've been to the Junes she worked at, right?”

“Mhm. Once a week or so.”

“Was she ever working while you were there?”

“I recall seeing her there once or twice.”

Yes, it was such a waste of time it felt frustrating. There was nothing you could say — well, nothing you could reasonably say — that would actually be of any help, as much as you wish there was.

“You were one of the last people to see her alive, right? The school said she came into your classroom right before she left.”

You nodded again. “Yes, she forgot to turn something in earlier the same day, so she came back to give it to me. It was only for a few seconds.”

“Did she say anything about where she was going?”

“Not that I recall. I just assumed she was headed home, or to work.”

“Did she seem to be behaving oddly?”

“Well, ah…” you thought back to the day, hit with a twinge of pain at the recollection. “She did seem like she was in a hurry. But not particularly.”

He wrote a few things down, pen scratching at the notepad.

You fidgeted in place, awkwardly clasping your hands together. “Sorry… I know those answers aren't very helpful.”

“No, no, it’s appreciated,” he assured you, albeit seemingly distracted by his task. You gave a weak smile in acknowledgement.

You hadn't intended to become involved in any of this. Hell, you just wanted a nice, quiet life as a teacher, away from the big cities, a small, quaint school. That was it, that was all you'd asked for — a place where you thought life would be slow and peaceful.

Serial murders were not the sort of thing that was supposed to happen in towns like these.

And even then, at this point you wished the murders themselves were the worst part of it all. You never wanted to be exposed to it all, wished you never slipped into that TV. You wanted a normal life, fully within the realm of reality. Not things that defied reality, things that made you pinch your flesh until the bruises were so numerous you knew you weren't dreaming.

Those kids had saved you then, sure, but now you bore the burden of knowing. Having to be aware of such a thing, the way it weighed on your mind, the endless confusion and disbelief as you still struggled to accept it, having to see those kids’ faces in class each day, having them awkwardly come up to you in town outside of school — a routine by now, wherein they assured you that they were working hard on “the case,” and of course, in awkward roundabout ways, always seeking assurance that you hadn't said a word to anyone else.

You took a deep breath, clearing your mind of such thoughts, turning your attention back to Adachi.

He was trying his best, you told yourself, even if you often felt like he was perhaps not particularly well-suited for police detective work. That dopey smile, that scatterbrained nature, it didn’t seem quite aligned to most people’s idea of a cop — someone who was supposed to be stern, observant, competent.

As for you, well, you'd felt pity for him, between seeing him barked at by Dojima day in and day out, and the general stress the man seemed to be under. You'd gone out of your way to try and be nice to him, even greeted him in public when you saw him — which, given the small world that was Inaba, was fairly often.

You'd been called in for questioning a total of three times, counting today. The first two had been at more convenient hours of the day, whereas today, the detective asked you rather last-minute if you could come in right then and there — inconvenient, sure, but when you considered that it was ultimately for the sake of the poor murdered girl, you couldn't bring yourself to reject coming. Besides, you were the one that found her, it was only natural that you'd be questioned extensively.

Still, there was an issue, one you had noticed as soon as he’d started questioning.

“I don't mean to be rude, but, uh…” You gave your best attempt to be polite, “didn't we… go over most of these questions before?”

He stopped writing. His eyes widened for a moment, but then, they closed as he gave an awkward laugh, rubbing the back of his head in a sheepish gesture.

“Well, ah, I may or may not have misplaced the notes from last time… I was hoping you wouldn't notice… haha.”

You did not like the knowledge that this man was responsible for public safety.

Still, out of awkward politeness, you waved your hand dismissively, maintaining the pleasant, not-too-exaggerated smile plastered to your face. “Oh, no worries.”

He looked down to the ground, turning his head a bit to the side wistfully.

“Well, now that you say that, more importantly…”

He trailed off. You raised your eyebrows, tilting your head in curiosity.

He turned his head back towards you, giving you another sheepish smile.

“…To tell you the truth… there's, ah, something else I wanted to ask you about.”

There was something off about the tone with which he spoke those words, an audible indicator that whatever the subject matter he referred to was, would be something uncomfortable, unpleasant, rather than an inquiry of a neutral nature.

You blinked a few times, taken aback by the unexpected shift in atmosphere.

“Oh, uh, okay. What is it?”

There was a moment of pause, as if hesitant. He leaned back against the seat cushions, holding his hand out in an explanatory gesture.

“Well, you know, I'm a pretty observant guy, and the higher-ups have me keeping tabs on various people involved… I tend to notice and remember details, take in everything around me, you know, stuff that goes right over most people's heads.” He paused and, catching the confusion on your face, added, “just to preface. I wouldn't want you to get the wrong idea.”

Yes, something was off. There was a tension in the atmosphere, anticipation making you increasingly uneasy.

But still… polite. You had to be polite. He was a good guy at heart, even if awkward.

“Oh, I'm sure it's fine.” You closed your eyes for a moment as you waved your hand again. “Don't worry, I'm not sensitive or anything.”

He seemed to take that reassuringly, as his posture seemed to relax, but still hesitated a moment more before leaning forward, coming to slouch over with his elbows resting on his thighs, resting his head against one hand.

“…What's a teacher doing hanging out with a bunch of teenage boys so much?”

You hadn't been expecting any one question in particular, nor even had the slightest idea of what he could possibly want to know, but nonetheless, the question he asked was so out of bounds of normality and social appropriateness that it blindsided you completely, leaving you to sit there completely still, slack-jawed and blinking. Still, you forced a smile as you replied.

“…Ah, I… what?”

He smiled as well, seemingly oblivious to your awkward unease.

“Narukami and his friends, I mean.” He tilted his head, gazing off to the side, seemingly trying to present the matter in a nonchalant manner. "I, ah, couldn’t help but notice I saw them talking to you outside of school several times, in all sorts of places.”

“…Narukami?” You tilted your head. “A-ah, well, those kids all… go to Yasogami. So, they're all my students…”

Your thoughts shifted to the kids — your own students, the ones who saved you on that day not long ago at all. And with the thought of them, everything else, all the memories and disbelief and bewilderment, the things you'd tried to push out of your mind for the sake of your own sanity, came rushing back. Your body went stiff.

But of course, you could never even begin to tell Adachi the truth. As much as you wanted to help, you'd be written off as crazy within seconds — saying people could enter an alternate dimension by stepping inside the TV screen was not exactly within the bounds of sanity.

Besides, you still weren't even certain how all that stuff worked, having decided to rid your mind of it and not ask any questions. Even if he was willing to humor you enough to experiment with your claims, what if it didn't work for him? You could envision it now, putting his hand on the TV screen, only for nothing to happen, and the horrible embarrassment to follow.

Then again, the alternative could be even worse — if it did work, what kind of Pandora’s Box would you be opening? Would you be putting people at risk? He was, in the nicest way you could put it, a bit of a dimwit, and you wouldn’t want him doing something rash and getting himself hurt trying to go in.

No, it wasn't even worth entertaining the thought. You clasped your hands together, looking down at the ground, coming up with an explanation on the spot.

“And ever since Konishi was…” You shook your head, pausing for a moment before you continued. “…A lot of those kids have been talking to the faculty… they need someone for comfort… counseling. It's been hard on them. Hanamura and Narukami just happened to come to me.”

“Right, right.”

The phrasing itself was assurance, but somehow, his response didn’t sound entirely convincing, as if insincere, and pressed you to stammer out whatever further defense you could find.

“A-and, ah, Narukami himself is still getting adjusted to living out here and all. He's… from the city, you know.”

“Ah, aha, that makes sense.” He kept up the awkward smile. “I was worried for a minute there… that you were one of those kinds of teachers.”

You blinked, eyes going wide open as the response came out of your mouth on instinct, without any real thought, simply the obvious thing to say to such a statement. “No, no, nothing like that, I…”

You trailed off, not even sure how to continue. The sort-of-accusation hit you with total bewilderment, felt completely unexpected. In what world was that an appropriate thing to ever say to someone, especially with so little evidence? Why would his mind even go to such a trail of thought? It was only the sort of conclusion you could imagine some kind of perverse deviant drawing, and you couldn't imagine him as someone like that.

But you refrained from any strong negative reaction, outwardly at least.

You liked to give people the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he was just one of those people that had difficulty understanding social conventions and standards of appropriateness — you'd had students like that in the past, and you liked to think you were a particularly empathetic and understanding person when it came to things of that nature.

“Ah, well, don’t worry, I get it now. Sorry about that… now I feel a little dumb for having asked, hah…”

"Oh, it's, ah, it's fine."

Your response was equally awkward. You knew your discomfort had to be palpable.

He flashed you an awkward smile, but it only lasted a mere second.

And then—

“Well, guess that's it for questioning.”

With those words, he reached over to the small table beside the couch, and turned the light off, leaving the room only dimly lit by lights in the outside hallway, coming in through the half-open door. He then stood up, the dated leather of the couch on his side of the table making a slight sound at the moment.

“A-ah, um, what are—”

Your jaw clamped shut as he quickly ventured around the table and sat down next to you — directly next to you, your thighs touching each other’s. You went rigid, hands clasped together on your lap tightening their grip on each other.

“Don’t worry, I had a feeling you weren’t that sort,” he said, a much lower, more hushed voice. “Still, you should really be more careful… it'd be easy for someone to get the wrong idea.”

Your mouth felt dry. You sensed that the pause was intentional, giving you room to say something in return, yet the utterly bizarre and off-putting shift of the conversation, combined with the sudden proximity and invasion of your personal space, left you silent, slack-jawed, and thus, he filled the silence when you didn’t respond.

“…Speaking of, you're getting kinda up there, age-wise, you know. Kinda surprising you're all by yourself.”

He leaned back against the couch. Alarm bells sounded in your head. You didn't want to be rude, you didn't want to risk overreacting — maybe you had the wrong idea, maybe you were misunderstanding, and then it would look really bad on your part if you acted on that misunderstanding, maybe he wasn't aware of how it was coming off, the possibilities of what was happening flew through your mind all at once. You sat still, but stiff.

He didn't seem to notice.

“You really should start thinking about your future.”

You felt every nerve ending in your body ignite with the discomfort and alarm of unfamiliarity as his arm wrapped around the back side of the couch, coming to touch the back of your neck, forearm resting on your shoulder. The casual hold around you grew tighter, his arm pushing you inward towards him.

“You know, ‘cause most women your age are getting into serious rela—”

You moved on pure reflex.

Your body sprang back in the opposite direction, feet scrambling against the tile. Your hands reflexively pushed outward, shoving against him, and you found yourself tumbling off the couch and falling flat onto the floor, grunting as your tailbone hit the harsh surface.

For a moment, the pain that it sent up your spine consumed your attention, distracting you for a few seconds as you winced, pulling yourself to sit upright.

And then, you processed what you'd done. Your head snapped back upwards to look at him. “A-ah, I…”

He looked caught off-guard, momentarily wide-eyed with the sudden startle, having been moved slightly to the side by the force of your push.

And then, his face fell.

His eyes went half-lidded, smile disappearing. A total shift in expression, to one you had never seen the young officer wear before — one you wouldn't have thought his face was capable of.

His voice dropped low, a flat and empty tone.

“…You too, huh.”

You blinked rapidly, heart only beating harder and faster at the feeling of dread and alarm that began to rise up in your stomach. You pushed yourself backwards, hands pushing at the ground to move your body away from him.

“What… what do you—”

“And here I thought you were such a sweet girl.” His voice interrupted yours as he took a step forward, a cold dramaticism to his tone. “So nice… you really seemed to get me.”

You blinked in bewilderment, cold dread beginning to bloom in your gut. You barely knew the man, having only spoken to him a handful of times, most of which were about the case, and a few passing words when you ran into each other in town.

He stopped once he reached you, his shadow looming over your sprawled form. His eyes narrowed.

“But no, you're just another snobby little bitch, aren't you.” His nose wrinkled with his expression of disgust. “Think you're too good for me, don't you?”

You scrambled up to your feet, stumbling on unsteady legs. You pulled your hands up to your chest, curling them into fists, a defensive reflex. Confusion and panic rapidly began to take over, you could feel your heart beginning to pound heavy and fast as the reality of the situation settled in.

“No, no I—” you swallowed, shaking your head in an instinctive reaction to the sudden hostility. “I didn’t mean to—I was just startled, don’t…”

You found yourself trailing off, unable to summon coherent words through your alarm.

He looked you up and down, expression of apathetic disdain unwavering.

“And to think I gave you a chance.” He sighed. “Thought you'd be different from those two.”

You blinked. Something about those words hit you like a punch to the stomach, but you couldn't tell why. Like a siren going off in your head, a chill that ran through your blood, your gut instincts unmistakably commanding you to get away — and you would, except for the fact that, as you realized with the sense of alarm in your chest growing exponentially, he stood between you and the only exit from the room.

“What… what do you mean those—”

Your words cut off.

Time itself came to a standstill. You stood, motionless as a corpse, as a chill pierced your chest. A deep, profound sensation of cold that spread out from your heart, into your blood. You were certain you could physically feel the ice spread out through your veins, to every cell in your being, an all-consuming cold.

You realized that, as he said those words, his gaze shifted over to the side. Your eyes followed his line of sight.

He was looking at the TV, tucked away on a stand in the corner of the room.

Why was he looking at the TV?

You could feel your pulse in your chest. You could feel your pulse in your neck. You could feel it in your head, your fingertips, the way the blood began to rush through your body, the way your heart began to pound, an electrifying sensation setting every nerve in your body alight.

The direction of his gaze, his words, the sudden shift in demeanor so drastic it felt as if he’d swapped places with a different person entirely— it made the hairs on your body stand on end, goosebumps spreading across your skin, and a deep, unnerving sense of nauseous dread as your frantic thoughts began to align. Your muscles went tense, shoulders bunching up.

Words came out between your lips, words you heard more than you spoke, as if your mouth moved on its own. A low murmur, just barely above a whisper.

“…Did…”

You took a step backwards. Your body twitched, shivered.

“…Did you…?”

Silence hung in the air.

You would expect someone in his position to look shocked, panicked, regardless of the truth of the matter. To rush to their own defense, to immediate respond.

But he did not.

There was a few seconds of pause. For just a moment, his eyebrows raised, but his expression was otherwise neutral.

And then, the officer's eyes fell half-lidded, and ever so slowly, the corners of his mouth pulled upward.

Something inhuman stared down at you, a malicious, sinister grin spread across his face, stretched just far enough to look inhuman, uncanny.

Your heart began to speed up. Your voice grew louder, but it audibly wavered with panic.

“You… you put them in there?”

That time, it was his turn for his eyes to go wide, an eerie smile slowly spreading across his face. He tilted his head, the motion seeming almost mechanical.

“Oh…?”

A jolt of panic ran through your veins as you caught your mistake. Your hands instinctively darted to cover your mouth, but it was too late. He took ominously slow steps towards you, each one making a harsh clack as his soles made contact with the tile.

“’Put them in there…?’ What an odd choice of words…” His voice grew lower, deeper, eyes still plastered wide open. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you know some things you have no business knowing.”

You took a step back.

He took a step forward.

“How might that be…? Those kids, maybe?” He cast his gaze over to the TV once more. “I had a feeling something like that might be going on, with you talking to them so much.”

Then, his eyes slowly turned back towards you.

He kept smiling. The same expression, yet so far removed from the cheerful, dopey one you were so used to, the face almost didn't register with your recognition, as if you were looking at a different person.

And then, it grew so much it made his eyes narrow, from mere malicious amusement, to sadistic glee.

“…Intentionally withholding information from the police is a pretty serious offense, you know. ‘Obstruction of justice.’ It’s a felony.”

Your stomach churned, you felt nauseous, muscles tense with the urge to move, but forced still by lack of option. You could only move back further, further away from both him and your only way away from him.

“What… what about the other people that went in? Was that you, too?”

His face fell, almost comically, shifting from eerie to unamused, as if your question was so exasperating it made him drop the intimidating act.

“…God, you are really, really stupid, you know that?” He sighed, shoulders falling. “You just realized that saying too much is a bad idea, and then you immediately do it again?” He shook his head, letting it fall downward with mock exasperation. “Geez, lady.”

But then, you saw his expression perk up with amusement once more.

“But, guess that means I was right… you are collaborating with those brats. I had a feeling.”

Your heart pounded harder still. You kept stumbling back as he crept ever closer, torturously slowly. You held your hands up to your chest in a natural, reflexive instinct of defense, shrinking back.

“…You’re not… saying you didn’t… do it…?”

He shrugged.

“Don't see much of a point in that now.”

He wasn't denying it.

But the simple fact itself was not what made every hair on your body stand up. It was a slow buildup of dread, blooming in your chest, and as the thoughts processed, it was those words, more than any others thus far, that made your blood run cold.

He didn't care if you knew.

He didn't see you being a threat. He wasn't worried about you telling anyone.

Then—

You felt cold. Time seemed to slow down. You were hyper-aware of every muscle, every nerve, you could feel the blood rushing through your body.

“Guess we were both hiding something,” he said in a low tone, taking another step, forcing you further back.

And then, the inevitable happened, causing your blood to run colder still, the fear in your system amplified tenfold in a single second.

Your back hit the corner.

You pressed into it as hard as you could out of instinct to get away, as if it would give way if you did.

But it did not. You were trapped, a little animal cornered by its hunter.

“Ah… ah…” Your breathing grew ragged. Your body trembled, your eyes began to water. “I… Adachi-san…”

The only light was that which came in through the hall, hitting his back, casting a shadow over his face, only the whites of his eyes and grinning teeth standing out — nightmarish, something that could only be recognized as sadistic ecstasy. Pure, unadulterated malice.

He was going to throw you in. He was going to throw you in there and you’d die. The image ran through your mind, so quickly retrieved now that it was irreparably burned into your brain, the shape caught up in the wires, a black outline in the early morning light, how you’d told yourself you were just seeing things, that your brain was spooked from the news of the prior murder, before the rising sun made the image undeniable.

The way you’d squinted and facial recognition hit your body like a punch to the stomach, taking the breath out of your lungs, how you felt the horror slowly rise up into your chest like ice cold water filling your body, how you’d dropped your phone and struggled to dial the police from how hard your hands trembled.

It would be you. You’d be strung up on the wires, dangling by your limbs in a manner almost graceful if not for the entrenchment in death.

You could tell that he could see it all playing out on your face, the thoughts and realizations and terror, by the way his smile split at the line, whites of his teeth standing out in the darkness.

“Well then.”

You didn't have time to move. Before you could even react, he had the collar of your shirt in his hand, twisting the fabric, pulling you upward.

You stumbled around, only the balls of your feet able to even touch the ground. “Wait, wait, stop— I’m sorry—”

“What was that?” He said, voice mocking, cynical. “You said you were sorry?”

You nodded profusely. You weren't thinking too much about it — your only instinct was that trying to appease him might save you.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to— I was just startled, I wasn't trying to push you, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!”

You spoke so fast your words slurred together, your voice was shrill and cracking. Tears began to pour down your cheeks. Your body shivered beyond your control, a fear unlike anything you'd known in your life.

There was no movement, no harsh dragging and jerking and inevitable pushing you might have expected.

“…Hm.”

You could only make out the shape and colors of his face, unable to see his exact expression through the blur of your tears. But his voice was hesitant, pensive, as if the blood-pumping rush of the moment were brought to a sudden stop.

Your heels connected to the ground as he lowered you, but he didn't let go of the fistful of your shirt. His other hand reached up, and although you winced in anticipation, all he did was wipe at your eyes with his sleeve. Trembling, teeth chattering, you slowly turned your head up to look at him, his face now so much closer than it had ever been.

The smile was smaller, fainter, but still present nonetheless.

“…You know what? I like you, Little Miss Teacher.”

He reached up to grab your jaw, a harsh and painful grip.

“Look at you, apologizing like that… so meek.” He leaned his face closer to yours, lowering his voice to a husky murmur. “You seem like you know your place, recognize your mistakes…” His voice lowered to bitter mutter as he finished, “instead of doubling down on being a bitch.”

He pulled your head to tilt further upward, forcing a degree of eye contact no matter which way you looked. He spoke lower, quieter.

“Self-awareness is a good trait to have.”

You couldn't bring yourself to speak. Your throat was strained, your mind ran blank. You could only stare with wide eyes, fighting every instinct to claw at his hands, what little rationality you had left telling you it would only worsen your situation.

“But I still think you're a little full of yourself.” His fingernails pushed into the flesh of your face. “You could use some humility.”

You whimpered, a pitiful little sound. You could see his smile grow as it met his ears.

He let go.

You crumpled to the ground, knees hitting the surface painfully, hands pressing to the floor to keep you from toppling over entirely.

He took a few slow, nonchalant steps back towards the center of the room, pausing as he reached a small table close to the door, turning back towards you and leaning against it.

“Hey, how ‘bout I give you a chance to redeem yourself?” He titled his head. “If you can prove you're sorry, I think I can let this slide.”

He reached one hand over to the opposite hip. Before you could even make out in the dark what he pulled out from underneath the veil of his suit jacket, the recognition hit as he extended his arm back out to point the object at you, and a heart-stopping, unmistakable click.

“Go on. I'm waiting.”

You trembled, reaching one hand to clutch to your chest again. “What… what do you want me to do…?”

His face turned unamused once more, voice equally so as he gave a blunt, low-voiced reply.

“You’re not that stupid.”

You could feel your heart pounding in your throat. You swallowed, looking down.

For a moment, you hesitated. Your mind scrambled for reasons why he couldn’t kill you. He couldn't — right? Your blood would get on the floor, he wouldn't have the ability to clean it out well enough, right?

But no one else knew you were here. No one would know to look here. If he cleaned it up and threw your body in, that would be the end of it.

There was no other option.

Your trembling hands reached down to your outfit — a cardigan, a button-up and a pencil skirt, the general standard for your profession — and slipped the outermost layer off. After a moment of uncertain hesitation, you resolved to simply throw it into the floor. Then, you began unfastening the first button at the top of your shirt, struggling with how hard you shivered.

“You wear that to school?” His words broke the momentary silence. “In front of a bunch of teenagers?”

You clenched your jaw. You didn't think it was in any way inappropriate. “I… it’s not bad…”

“Wonder how that's even allowed,” he continued, as if you hadn’t spoken. “You get off to high school boys staring at you, is that it?”

You shifted uncomfortably, shaking your head. “N-no, I've never—”

“God, you are that kind of teacher after all. Haha!” He laughed aloud, reaching his other palm upon to his face. “I knew you were. I could tell just by watching you walking out the school gates every day… always talking to that brat.” He shook his head, then sighed. “No wonder girls these days are such whores, with role models like that.”

You stopped mid-motion, hands clenching at your shirt as the meaning of his words registered. Images flashed through your mind, all the unique and loveable young girls in your class, and of her. Even in your dread, you found spiteful anger bubbling up in your chest, voice coming out weak and wavering, but defiant nonetheless.

“Don't… don't say things like that, you—”

“Did I tell you to stop?” His head snapped back in your direction, nose wrinkling with an expression of disgust.

You winced, mouth snapping shut. With tears prickling at your eyes, you continued.

Your jaw was clenched, face growing warm as you undid the last button, hesitating for a moment before you let it fall off your shoulders, weakly tossing it to the floor as well before going for the zipper on the side of the skirt, shaky fingers pulling it downward.

“So mechanical about it…” He sighed, disappointed. “If you're not gonna even try and make this part entertaining, the least you can do is hurry it up.” He gave the pistol a light shake to emphasize. “C'mon.”

You bit your lip, forcing your pace faster. The skirt hit the ground, and you pulled your tights off your legs so quickly that one side split open as you did. Your feet pulled out of your shoes, tile cold against your bare soles.

Then, you hesitated. Embarrassment washed over you as you looked down at all that was left.

Your eyes darted up to the man pointing the gun at you once more. He raised an eyebrow, tilting his head with that cocky smirk on his face, nudging the pistol in the direction of the pile of clothing now by your side.

You closed your eyes and reached your hands behind your back, elastic material snapping as you undid the clasp. You pulled the waistband around your hips downward, and tossed both to the side.

The air was cold against your skin. Goosebumps covered your body, far more for from fear than the chill.

You reached a hand up over your chest, pressing your legs together, trying to find some semblance of dignity.

“Aw, shy? That's adorable.” He chuckled. Snide grin unfaltering, he reached his other hand up, gesturing with a finger for you to come forward. The other arm didn't move, deadly weapon still pointed directly at you.

You tried, but your body wouldn't move. The instinct to stay away was too strong, an inherent gut reaction bred into your brain by who knew how many millions of years of survival of your species.

Prey animals didn't run right into the gaping maw of their predators.

But you had to. You had to.

You took a deep breath, and forced one of your legs to move forward. Then another, forming a forward momentum that you just had to keep going, more a matter of letting your weight glide forward and catching it again and again, rather than forcing each step individually. You kept your gaze at the ground. If you looked up, you knew you'd freeze again, and you didn't know if you had the willpower to force movement from stillness again.

You stopped when his legs were visibly right before you. Your heart was pounding, beating so fiercely you could physically see the pulsating of your wrist moving with the flow of blood.

“There, see?” He reached forward, placing his hand atop your head. “You know your place after all.”

Even through the overwhelming sensation of heavy dread, the burn of humiliated fury made its way through. You clamped your jaw harshly, teeth grinding, but not letting that anger lead you to any foolish action.

You inhaled sharply, closing your eyes as his hands then brushed against your shoulder. The touch was cold, leaving a trail of sensation as his hand trailed down your arm, the electrifying feeling lasting on each spot even after it was touched. You winced at the gentle clack sound as the gun was set down on the table’s surface.

And then, you went tense, inhaling a sharp breath as his hands harshly grabbed at your arm and your neck, roughly turning you around and pushing your upper body downward. Your feet stumbled to steady your stance, and your hands reached out to the nearby wall. The panic in your chest felt as if some accumulating bubble of emotion had burst, the intense chill of suddenly rushing through your body, leaving you unable to do anything but stand there — a bitter helplessness, a burning fury at your own pathetic weakness beneath the terror.

“Oh, and hey,” his fingers dug painfully into your arm, “feel free to scream or whatever. I made sure to pick a night no one else would be here.”

You stiffened. Even in your fear and panic and confusion, you managed to make the words out well enough to infer the implication. You turned your head over your shoulder to the best of your ability.

“You—you… planned…?”

“Mm?” He raised an eyebrow. “Obviously. I needed the station to be empty in case you made me kill you, y’know?” He said it nonchalantly, as if it were a trivial matter. “But hey, it was only insurance, just in case… I knew I probably wouldn’t need it. You seemed like you’d be good for me.”

He pulled harshly at the fistful of your hair.

“And whaddya know, I was right. Third time's the charm… or whatever that saying is.”

Bitterness welled in your chest. Your head hung heavily against his hold, pulling at your scalp.

“Now…”

You winced and yelped as he turned you around and your face hit the table, pain radiating from the spot of impact. Your immediate reflex was to put your hands on the table and push upward, but his hand in your hair kept you shoved downward, with an added hand pressing your back into an arch.

You didn't get any moments of mental preparation, much less physical. No sooner had you grunted in pain from the impact than you felt the sudden harsh burning sear of friction to the most sensitive flesh, your body being forced apart by sudden intrusion. You inhaled a sharp, gasping breath, instinctively trying to lurch forward away from the sting, but his hands easily pulled you back, pushing further inside of you until you felt the fabric at the front of his thighs meet the back of yours, hips pressed up against your ass.

“God, fuck.” You heard his voice from behind you, spoken more like a harsh whisper of breath. “…’s warm…”

He pulled back. You gasped and whimpered at the sensation of flesh dragging against your insides, onto to squeal, body jolting as he slammed back inside in one swift motion. Twice, a third time, each making you go tense, shivering, walls spasming.

“M-Maybe you're not such a slut after all…” he murmured. “You feel good.”

You said nothing, unable to summon any words, merely letting out a miserable little sound as the rough motions continued, pressing your forehead to the flat surface below as tears fell down your face and a soft string of under-the-breath curses made their way to your ears.

And then, the motion came to a halt.

“But you're so noisy… listening to you squealing like that is giving me a headache.”

A moment of pause, heavy tension, deliberately drawn out. You felt the faintest shift of muscle against your backside as he turned his upper body over in the direction of the television.

You grunted as he pulled out, leaving your hole twitching. His arms wrapped around you waist, lifting you just enough that your feet left the ground, somewhat awkwardly making a few steps over to where the screen sat in its place on the stand. Your heart felt as if it were going to burst out of your chest, a cold rush ran through your body.

His hand reached up, taking a fistful of your hair once more.

“And you know what else…”

He came to a halt, sheathing himself back inside of you with a harshness that made your jaw clench in pain, taking a few heaving breaths before practically growling into your ear.

“You're not afraid enough.”

Your own breath was ragged, more panic than you'd ever felt in your life causing your heart to pound like it never had before. “No, no please don't—don’t—”

And then, taking a fistful of your hair in his hand once more, he shoved your upper half through the screen.

Out of pure logical instinct, you tensed and squeezed your eyes shut as to brace yourself for brute impact, for shattering glass that would cut your scalp and scrape your arms.

But instead, there was a sudden void. All the noises of your scuffling movements and the low hum of the air ventilation system in the station was suddenly gone, replaced by only hollow quiet, only broken by the low, eerie groan of the atmosphere itself.

Your arms reached out, desperately seeking something to grab, to hold, to push back on, but you felt nothing, limbs merely frantically flailing into the yellow void.

You squealed, but that time, it echoed around you, surrounded by a thick, heavy fog. You could make out the deep yellow atmosphere around you, but you were being jerked back and forth so harshly, and the tears in your eyes and the fog itself so deeply blurring your vision, to the point it was impossible to make out anything.

You couldn't hear him anymore — but even so, you could still feel him pounding into your body.

He tilted you forward. You felt his arm, having pushed through the screen, latch onto the back of your shirt to keep you from falling. Your feet left the ground, your weight shifting from being mostly on the other side, to most of it falling forward on the side of your upper half. You were entirely suspended by his strength.

If he were to let go, you'd fall in completely.

You shrieked. A high-pitched wail that echoed all around you, a sound of pure terror. Your hands reached out in an attempt to push yourself back, but found nothing, merely flailing in the air.

And then, you were jerked backwards.

Your squealing continued until he slapped his hand over your mouth.

You could hear it again, the slapping of skin on skin. Your body was fully back in the real world. Your back hit his chest.

“Was that the sound you were making the whole time your head was in there?” There was mirth in his voice, laughing out the words themselves. “You wanna go back in? Kinda nice in there, isn’t it?”

“No, no!” You shook your head rapidly. “D-don’t, please, I don't want—”

“You could go all the way in, you know.” He pulled on your hair harshly as he jerked his hips forward and came to a halt, holding you still, pain shooting through your scalp. “It would be so easy,” he hissed into your ear. “All it would take is one little push.”

You gasped for breath, unable to respond beyond shaking your head further.

“You haven't been on the Midnight Channel, either,” he added. “Those little brats wouldn't know to come looking for you ‘till it was too late.”

He chuckled, a deranged, low sort — and then went quiet. His torso leaned further forward, face brushing against the side of your neck in a gesture that, in any other context, could have been affectionate. Still sheathed inside your body, he slowly rolled his hips again, a long-drawn out movement, savoring the feeling. Your face scrunched up with uninhibited despair as he spoke again, through labored breaths, as he began to speed up the pace again.

“…But you know what? I don't need the TV to kill you.”

Then, his voice lowered. The playful mockery vanished, something far darker that had been bubbling beneath the surface finally broke through — a low growling voice, a deep, furious malice.

“Stupid fucking woman. I could snap your neck. I could put my hands—”

His hand reached up—

“—On your throat and just—”

It squeezed hard. You jolted and gagged as your airway was cut off.

“I could kill you with my bare hands, right here. Is that what you want?”

You didn't give a verbal response, merely shaking your head rapidly, animal-like whines of fear coming out of your throat.

But that wasn't enough. You heard a low, growl-like sound in your ear, and his voice came out equally so, almost inhuman.

“I said, is that what you fucking want?!”

“No! No, please, Adachi-san, please don't—”

Tears, snot and saliva coated your face. You shook your head, whimpers fragmented by each harsh, rapid thrust that shoved your body forward, each jerk of his arms that pulled you back, and muffled by your asphyxiation.

You could feel his breath on your ear as he continued.

“Then you want me to keep fucking you, don't you?”

It was obvious, of course, that that was what he meant — the only alternative to death. You nodded, choking out your words.

“Yes, please…”

He didn’t respond immediately, moving fast enough that he had to take a few heavy, ragged breaths before hissing the words into your ear through clenched teeth.

“Then beg for it.” His fingers curled further, nails digging into your flesh — yet lightening the pressure on your throat, allowing you to breathe, even if only with heaving effort. “I wanna hear how good you can beg for me.”

You whimpered, mouth hanging open as you tried and failed to summon any words, emotion and stimulus so overwhelming it hindered your ability to even think. His cock stretched you apart, the circumstantial fear causing you to clamp down so hard that he was practically constantly pushing inward with force, rather than your body pulling him in as it might have done with someone you were willingly allowing to do these things to you. Each movement drug against your insides with coarse, burning friction.

He huffed in impatience.

“C’mon. Do it—”

He snapped his hips forward especially harsh, ramming your whole body forward with the force.

“—Like your life depends on it.”

The jerking motion snapped you out of the momentary stupor. Your voice trembled.

“Ah, ah, Adachi-s-san, please, I—”

“Oh, come on. Is that how you call your lover?”

Your brain scrambled to rectify the matter, but he was such a near-stranger to you, you couldn't remember. Maybe he'd said it once, but even as you desperately tried to recall, you couldn't.

You squeezed your eyes shut.

“I don't… I don't know your…”

There was a pause. You heard the soft, disdainful tch from his mouth.

“Tohru.”

You swallowed.

“T-Tohru…” You squeezed your eyes shut, words coming out uneasy, blatantly forced and foreign. “Please, Tohru, don’t… d-don’t stop, don’t…”

It must have been good enough, as you felt his fingers dig into your hips harder, felt his body shudder against yours.

“Heh… haha…” The amusement in his voice made a bitter burning swell in your chest. “You get off to this, don't you?”

Your mouth opened to protest, to say no.

But you stopped short, a throaty whine coming out of your mouth. Your priority was survival.

You nodded your head.

“’Course you do,” he mumbled, voice growing increasingly husky and laden with labored breaths. He jerked your hair again, pulling you even further towards him, ensuring his chest was firmly pressed to your back. “Little whore… it's always the girls that look so wholesome that are into the freakiest shit, huh."

You could hear the strain in his voice as it began to waver. He leaned in closer, breath hot on your ear.

"This was probably what you wanted, wasn't it? The whole hard-to-get shtick is fun for you, isn't it?"

Once more, you ignored any emotions or knee-jerk reaction of such an accusation, repressed the bitter fury, merely nodded your head. "Mhm, mm..." Your lip trembled, tears leaking out and trailing down your cheeks.

His hips moved faster and faster still, the movement growing frenzied and erratic.

“Of course you’d turn— turn out to be such, such a slut… I knew you’d want it, I knew you—shit—”

He came to a sudden halt, one final jerking pull of your hips to meet his, sheathed fully inside. You felt his cock twitch inside your body.

And then, everything was still.

With the sudden end of the slapping of skin on skin that had reverberated around the room, there was a sudden void of quiet, near silence, barring ragged breathing. You kept perfectly still, the shock and emotion that still coursed through your body so intense, you didn’t even shiver.

Your mind felt as if in a fog, a heavy daze that left you feeling cold and numb, everything felt far away, not real, distant. You kept still, staring forward.

It wasn’t until you felt him slide out of your body, releasing his hold, that you snapped out of the daze, stumbling forward, falling to your knees, legs far too weakened and stiff to support you.

For a moment, you kept your gaze at the ground. You tried to let your mind slip back into the stupor, desperate for some sense of escape, to savor the few precious seconds you could let yourself be anywhere but here, that you could shut him and the reality before you out, that you could delay facing having to look at him again.

But it was only the briefest of seconds before the light from down the hall was cut off again by the shadow looming over you. You began to shiver, chest heaving with breaths that burned your lungs.

Slowly, with eyes and expression blank with the remnant shock and daze, pathetically curled up on the floor, you turned your head upward.

“…Congratulations, Miss Teacher.” You could see the smile once more, the whites of his teeth practically glowing against the shadow, the cruel mockery in his voice crawling under your skin. “You’re way too meek. I've decided killing you would be no fun. Aren't you happy?”

Each gasp for breath burned in your throat, your chest. The words didn’t register immediately — several quiet seconds passed as you slumped over, staring up at him in a dazed stupor, body shivering with aftershock and weariness.

“Th-then… I…” you swallowed, body trembling beyond your control. “I can… go…?”

His eyebrows raised, a momentary look of surprise.

“Huh? Oh, no, no, you—” he cut off with a small bout of laughs, holding his palm to his face and tilting his head upward as if you'd just said the stupidest thing he'd ever heard. “Ahaha, don't tell me you actually thought I was just going to let you leave? That's—” He cut off with another laugh.

Your heart felt as if it sank. You felt cold.

And then, he went quiet. He slowly turned his gaze back to you, voice growing lower, quieter, a dramatic ominousness exuding from his body with his words.

“What kind of protector of the public would I be if I just let such a suspicious person walk right out of here?” Hands on his hips and eyes closed, he tilted his head downward and sighed, slowly shaking it back and forth in a mock gesture of exasperation. “You withheld information from the police, regarding a murder at that, and you seem to have knowledge of the killer’s M.O…. that’s what we call a ‘person of interest’ in cases like this, you know.”

And then, despite his momentary attempt at mock seriousness, his restraint seemed to crumble away as the corners of his mouth turned upward, malicious glee breaking through the act. His eyes opened just enough to look at you, narrowed by the grin spreading across his face once more.

“I’m afraid you’ll just have to remain in police custody for the foreseeable future.”

You curled in further on yourself, shoulders hunching up, hands curling into fists before you brought them up to your chest in a meek, defensive instinct. Your throat felt dry. You felt your heartbeat pounding in your throat.

The way the smile on his face curled further made it clear the despair showed on your face. He chuckled.

“Well, c’mon. Put some clothes on.” He tilted his head in the direction of where they sat on the floor. “You can't walk out there naked.”

Your eyes widened. The words gave you a sinking feeling in your stomach. “…Out… there…?”

He sighed.

“God, you really are dense. Did you not get that? I’m taking you home.”

You didn’t really know what you expected, as the conclusion from his earlier words was obvious, yet hearing him say it so directly made another surge of panic course through your body. Instinctively, and perhaps against better judgement, you shook your head.

“But, but I can’t— I don’t want—”

“…Oh?” His eyes narrowed, unamused and dark expression on his face. “Well, if you don't wanna come with me, then…”

His eyes trailed back over to the television.

Even as exhaustion wore over your body, fear still gripped at your chest, and your answer came on instinct.

“N-no, I'll go with you, I'll…” You swallowed, squeezing your teary eyes shut for a moment before looking back up at him. Your body was shivering. Your next words came out in a hushed, high-pitched whimper, audibly verging on tears. “…I'll go…”

The smile returned to his face.

“Good girl.”

The words made you shudder, revulsion and disgust a twisting feeling in your gut.

After a brief pause, he gestured to your clothes again.

You looked over, but the fear kept you frozen. After a few still seconds, realizing you weren’t moving, he sighed, walking over himself, grabbing the bundle in a few swift motions before throwing the loose pile over to you. You swallowed, hands shaking and dropping the pieces more than once as you forced yourself to put them on, little by little, albeit now dusty, wrinkled and disheveled. You kept your gaze to the floor as you did, but you felt his piercing gaze on you all the same.

And the moment you fastened the last button, with no hesitation, you felt his hand latch onto the back of the collar of your shirt, harshly pulling you upright.

“Come on. Don’t try that stalling shit.” His voice was now impatient, irritated.

You stumbled on shaky legs, forced to grasp onto him to steady yourself. “I, I’m not—” you swallowed. “…Sorry…”

He didn’t respond for a moment, merely wrapping his hand around your upper arm in a tight, bruising grip, jerking you forward harshly. You stumbled as you were rapidly dragged forward, quickly exiting the room, out into the hall.

“And don’t worry,” he spoke again, “I’ve got a nice little closet to keep you in ‘til I can work something better out. Won’t that be nice?”

You didn’t respond, until you felt a sudden harsh squeeze in the grip on your arm. You closed your eyes and nodded. “I, yes…”

He seemed satisfied with the answer, continuing on, “Besides, being a cop has it's advantages. I can get more handcuffs, monitoring devices… it'll work out just fine. And hey, if you're really good, maybe I’ll hurt you a little less, yeah?”

You bit your lip.

It was all happening too fast to sink in, your mind struggled to process. You were leaving, he was taking you, you had to get away, but you had no way to get away, it wasn’t real it wasn’t happening it wasn’t right—

He halted as you reached the front of the police station. The sudden stop made you stumble forward in your momentum, clinging to him to steady yourself once again. You looked up at him in fearful confusion, and he cast another heinous grin down at you.

“Now, I’m not gonna cuff you just yet, ‘case we run into someone, that would give people the wrong idea and all… but don't think about trying to run or scream or some other stupid shit, either. I dunno if you’re dumb enough to think you could outrun me, but…”

He reached his hand over so that the edge of his jacket was brushed back, unveiling the same gun from before that had since been holstered back to his belt.

“Personally, I'm pretty content with the holes you already have… but I'd still be happy to blow a few more into your legs, if need be.” He tilted his head. “And that river down at the edge of town’s real nice and deep, if you decide to go screaming and drag some poor bastard into this. Got that?”

You lip trembled. You squeezed your eyes shut and nodded.

“Good, good. Now…”

He pulled you forward again, the stride bringing you close enough to the front that the automatic doors slid apart. The cool, humid air hit your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Oh, right. One more thing.” He cleared his throat, turned to you with that godawful grin of cruel amusement, and in a mocking, dramatized voice, said, “you have the right to remain silent, miss.”

Your chest burned with fury. Tears welled in your eyes, your face pitifully contorting with bitter anger.

It was the reaction he wanted. He laughed once more, holding the hand that wasn’t gripping your arm up to his face.

“Ah, that’s adorable. You’re fun to mess with, you know… that’s good.”

With that, he drug you forward again, out through the door.

Your shoulders jerked with a silent sob. Your fingers curled into a fist, and your lip quivered as you spoke in a hushed, but hissing tone, filled with fear and hatred.

“You're a murderer.”

You got only a sigh in response.

“Yeah yeah, sure, whatever.”

With an iron grip on your arm, the police detective led you out into the rural streets, the night air freezing against your bare skin. You followed with stumbling footsteps, legs trembling in trepidation. Unable to do anything but follow.

You realized, as the last strands of hope in your chest faded away, that even if there was someone out there, they might not even see you, with the visibility so low.

Likewise, you turned your head back towards the station, but within just a short distance, it was already completely obscured by the fog.

#never thought id be able to incorporate a tv set into smut but here we are #persona x reader #yandere x reader

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throneofsapphics · 1 year ago

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hiii

just had an idea but i’m curious of your take on it : feyre, mor and reader playing twister while drunk for girls night, amren is sitting on the couch watching kinda amused while reader is in the weirdest position, they played truth or strip just before so they’re half naked (everyone has underwear lmao) and the bat boys walk in and smell/see the alcohol like “wtf is going on” and reader falls on the floor while the girls are laughing, maybe cassian wants to join… i’d like if az or cass was readers mate but i don’t mind!!

i love your work so much i keep refreshing your page so i don’t miss anything bc my notifs don’t work lmao 🫶🏼🫶🏼

girl’s night

Azriel x Reader

Summary: Feyre and Mor come up with new games for girls night

Warnings: drinking, nudity, a bit of suggestiveness, general chaos

A/N: I appreciate you! I loved this idea so much thank you!

Everything was fine until Mor brought out whiskey. It started with truth or drink, which wasn’t too horrible, until Amren decided you, Mor, and Feyre had enough - and snatched the bottle away, stalking out of the room to hide it somewhere else.

When she was gone, Feyre got the brilliant idea to play truth or strip.

“But,”

“There’s always a but,” you groaned, ignoring her glare.

“If you choose ‘strip’ the other person decides what you take off.” Mor met your eyes, and raised a brow, as if she was saying ‘are you going to chicken out?’ Teeth dug into your bottom lip, before you turned back to Feyre and accepted her challenge. There’s no way in hell you’d be the one to turn down a challenge.

“Why aren’t we playing truth or dare?” You asked anyway.

“Last time,” Amren picked at one of her nails with a tiny bone, “Mor broke Rhysand’s favorite clock.”

“I bought a new one.” She muttered.

When Feyre not so innocently asked what made you scream so loud the night before, you lost your shirt. Amren took up guard on the couch, watching the three of you with a grin on her face - and you got the distinct sense she would be holding this against you for a while.

Feyre cut her game off when the three of you were in various states of undress, preventing you from being fully naked in her sitting room, and Mor rolled out the surprise she’d been hiding all night.

Some kind of rug with various different colored dots on it. She clapped her hands together, and started explaining.

You heard the door open and shut, the sounds of three pairs of footsteps coming down the hall, and realized you had no time to disentangle yourself from the mess you were in.

One arm slid under Feyre, who was on all fours - her ass up in the air to keep give you enough room to touch the dot. Your feet were spread apart, hips up in the air as your other hand supported you, balancing precariously.

“I have no idea how you’re doing that.” Mor humphed, sitting off to the side - she’d already lost her round.

Amren called out, “right hand on yellow.” Feyre’s turn. The door creaked open, just as she tried to reach under you, but knocked off balance and fell, letting out a small shriek.

“FEYRE GO OVER.” Mor yelled, ten seconds too late, you were already falling, Feyre rolling right over you, as you tumbled after her. You blinked your eyes open to see three, very confused looking males in the doorway, and flopped back down with a groan. Mor could explain this one.

“Who gave my mate whiskey?” Azriel’s amused voice came through.

“And why are you all half-naked?” Rhys purred.

You lifted your head enough to glance down. You were actually half naked, completely in your underwear. A glance at Feyre and Mor - they were both the same. At least you’d coordinated.

“It’s …” you stumbled over words, “new fashion.”

Azriel’s face loomed above you, wings flared out like he was covering you from the rest - your shirt in one hand, his other hand held out for you. You took it, head spinning as he hauled you to your feet, slipping your shirt over you as you protested.

“How did you lose your shirt?” He asked mildly, tugging you into his side.

“Feyre asked an inappropriate question.” Feyre stuck her tongue out at you, and you returned the gesture.

“They played truth or strip,” Amren sighed.

“Traitor,” Mor taunted, receiving a half-hearted snarl in reply. Rhys’s eyes darted between the two, watching to see if he would de-escalating a potential fight.

“She asked,” Mor started and you lunged forward, slapping a hand over her mouth.

“What happens in girls night, stays in girls night.” You hissed at her as Azriel pulled you away.

“I think you need to go to bed.” He shepherded you out of the room, wing blocking the threatening glares you were sending to Mor and Feyre.

#azriel x reader #azriel x y/n #acotar imagine #acotar drabble

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theyluvlyss · 1 year ago

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𝐬𝐨, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞...

I literally just came up with this little drabble, and I'm sorry, but it's funny to me, so-

but anyway, two more shazam fics are on the way pretty soon (one freddy, one billy), and then I got a stranger things/mike wheeler request after that, so be on the lookout :) !

𝐒𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝

《 ♡ 》 oneshot/crack-fic

───────── 《 .°•♡•°. �� ──────────

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 :

reader loves it when billy showcases his power. billy loves showing off to his girlfriend. it's a win-win situation, to be honest.

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 :

fem!girlfriend!reader x billy batson - she/her/hers pronouns!

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞 :

post shazam!: fury of the gods

𝐓𝐖/𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 :

yelling/screaming (in a good way, dw) - lots of begging from reader lmao - billy being easily swayed bc he wuvs you🥰 - dang, this is kinda crazy sounding outta context, huh? - anyways - this whole thing is just very berry cute, methinks - good vibes only, supa good vibes only✨️ - shrek reference

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

───────── 《 .°•♡•°. 》 ──────────

"Do the thing!"

It was a sudden squeal, almost as if you'd been holding it back for a while. Not to mention, the walk back to his place had been comfortably silent the whole time before, your hand in his with both stuffed off in his coat pocket in order to shield them from the cold, winter weather.

Although, the squeezes you would give occasionally should've been somewhat of a warning sign. Billy just figured it was a silent, "I love you" of some sort, returning the action every time with butterflies in his chest that kept him warm.

He never would've guessed them as a sign for an incoming fangirl moment. And so, to be sure...

"What thing?"

Not that he wasn't genuinely confused, of course.

"Ya'know... the thing that I like?"

He looked down at you, met with your beaming smile back up at him that brought on one of his own. Still unsure, though, merely repeating the words you had jingled to him all of the sudden back to you in a tone of skepticism.

"The thing you like?"

"Yeah!" You chriped, waiting for him to catch on excitedly, only to be mildly disappointed when that moment never came and he shook his head in dismiss.

"...I don't know, I'm still lost."

"Billy, noo..." You whined, nudging him a bit with your side as the walk continued. "Pleaseeee?"

"What thing?!"

And before you could fully explain yourself, you saw a look in the emerald of his eyes that told you he was faking, the boy having caught on by this point and leaving you to huff and turn away.

"...Stop, you know what I'm talking about, you're just being mean."

Deep chuckles came from his chest, Billy nodding to himself in amusement after you had realized he was teasing you. And, because it was in his nature, he continued to do so until you would ask properly.

"You're right, I do know. I just wanna hear you say it."

"Mncht." You clicked your tongue but didn't give in to the vexing feeling of your boyfriend complicating the process, keeping strong at your pleads in hopes to simply just wear him down.

"Billyyy...please do the thing? Please?"

"C'monnnn..." He urged, nudging his shoulder with yours, and was satisfied with the roll of your eyes and his implied directions followed.

"Hmff... Can you pleaaase say the word? Please?"

"You want me to say the word~?" He repeated, this time with a tone of flirtatiousness that you willingly succumbed to, snuggling up to his arm almost too cheesy for your own liking as you gave an eager, "Yes!"

"Mmm, I dunnooo'..."

This boy and his need to taunt, you swore, would be the death of you...! And yet, it was charming enough for you to let it slide.

No, he was charming enough for you to let it slide. Shaggy brown hair and gorgeous green eyes and those cute dimples whenever he flashed you that winning smile...

Plus, you had been on the verge of geeking out the whole day out with him. Your boyfriend is a superhero for Christ's sake! Of course you'd want to randomly see the magic of it all from time to time! And it's not like you ever knew him to shy away from amazing you whenever he could. So...

"Please-please-please with a lot of maraschino cherries on top?"

Billy laughed at your specifics, already in the midst of guiding you towards a secluded area away from crowds and bystanders.

"Okay, okay, but only because you asked so nicely."

"Yes, yay-yay-yay...!!"

Your cheers and giggles of excitement went hushed by your own hands, waiting in anticipation as Billy took some safety steps back away from you and gave one last look around the area. When he was sure he was in the clear, he granted you your wish. Did just as you asked...

He said the word...

"SHAZAM!!"

...and with a thunderous crash of lightning and a blinding light for only a moment, he was transformed into his older, super-self, and you were laughing wildly through jagged gasps of amazement.

"AHAHAHAHA!!!"

A little bit of a crazy laugh, you'd admit later, but not the point-

"Yeah? How was that?!" Billy-... Shazam asked, his arms spread wide open as he walked closer to you.

"Super loud and scary!" You squealed, hopping around like a little girl who was seeing a fireworks show for the first time, the glowing emblem on his chest casting you and the entire alleyway in gold.

"Yeah?!" Shazam nodded in confirmation with a grin just as wide as your own.

"But it's so hot!!"

"Yeah, it is...!"

Billy's ego? Boosted.

Your fangirl levels? Off the charts.

Hotel? Trivago.

"Okay, now do it again, but back to you-you." You demanded requested, doing a small spin move with your index finger while Shazam dropped his arms to his side.

"Dude-"

"-Please?" You cut before he could provide any light scolds or reasons as to why he shouldn't. You were his girlfriend, and you were so cute looking up at him, expecting to see her boyfriend, now, and not some grown man version of him she... liked... but didn't truly care for.

"...Okay."

"Yay!" You clapped, moving yourself back this time to avoid a second lighting strike.

"SHAZAM!!"

And with that, he was back to himself, your Billy Batson, standing with his arms still open in hopes he'd impressed you the way you had assumed he would.

And god, did he go above and beyond.

"AHAHAHA, YOU'RE SO COOL, I LOVE YOU!!!" You nearly screamed, voice rasping over from the sheer amount of pressure you were putting on your throat.

"I love you, too! C'mere...!" He laughed, admiring your excited figure and the way you were already running towards for him to catch you in his arms in a warm hug.

It lasted for longer than you both expected, but was clearly needed as you enjoyed each other's presence and touch.

"You know what you reminded me of, lowkey?" Billy murmured, no need to be any louder when he was right by your ear.

"Hmm?" You hummed, face pressed into the crook of his neck, cold nose tickling his skin.

"...Do the roar."

You pulled away very slowly. Your face went about as cold as your feet were right now, staring deep into Billy's eyes with a look of pure disbelief.

He stared back. Grinning, head nodding as if to say, "Yeah? Right?" like a puppy.

"You know what?" You hummed gently, returning the smile softly while your vision trailed his features and then down to his chest.

"Yeah?"

You pointed directly to his heart.

"You...are amazingly talented..."

":D!?"

"...at ruining nice moments between us."

":0..."

You nodded, satisfied with yourself at the light tease.

"Mhm, yeah :)."

𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐢𝐬-...𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭...𝐢𝐬- 𝐈-...

is it obvious I have such a BAD crush on billy, and this is lowkey shamelessly self-indulgent, or nah🧍🏽‍♀️?

you said nah?

awesome, cool, thanks /ᐠ-⩊-マ.

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𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 :

me🤭

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sleepingcup · 1 year ago

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Injuries is what I am used to

Game: Reverse 1999 x Reader Characters: Vertin, Sonetto, & Horropedia x Injured! Reader Genre: Hurt/Comfort, mentions of blood, non-spoiler territory, Fluff Disclaimer: This is made for fun, be aware of oocs and mistypings.

-- {Can you write about the pavlov foundation gang (like horropedia, vertin, sonetto) reacting to their s/o coming back injured from their mission against manus vindictae 👉👈 [lmao just something to feed the horropedia brainrot] - anon} (This is requested that was from the inbox of @sleepy-meep) --

Summary: You had finished your mission, as the toughest unit in the St. Pavlov Foundation. You came in one piece but at what cost? Being injured from the Manus Vindictae, how will they react to that is...

She is stoic, but deep down...

Vertin is pissed.

She had NO idea that you will get injured from the fight and swore to herself to NEVER make the same mistake ever again. Vertin immediately tends to your wounds calmly and asks you to rest or sleep by her side.

I dont think Vertin would not allow you to be alone for even a second, as a result Vertin would be a doting lover.

Plus you might want to get used to Vertin being clingy, she too deserves your attention even more.

Also Vertin might cry silently when she confess that she just needs your company and hopes that it was not greedy.

Let's just say that Vertin had a pleasant time with you.

If there is a meter of panic out of 10, it would be a 1000 when Sonetto sees you in that state.

She is EXTREMELY worried about you and immediately tries her best to tend to your wounds, constantly worried that she would leave or worse yet lost you when you are away from her.

She can't afford to leave you alone.

If anything she would LOVE to ask permission to be with you till you recovered from your wounds.

If you do need any help or any of her service Sonetto will arrive no hesitation.

But if its a kiss, she would give you kisses, no questions asks.

Cut to Matilda sobbing/j

The happy go lucky man will turn to concern and worry with a blink of an eye.

Goes to you and wonders if you are alive or a ghost, but when you reassure him that you are fine and just injured. He brushes off like nothing happened.

That is the ONLY thing he can fool you.

But deep down, he deeply cares for you.

In his own way Horropedia loves to bother you even if you are recovering from your injuries. But this is LITERALLY his opportunity to be with you so he is on the winning side.

Plus he won't hesitate to give you kisses when he tried to take care of your wounds, cheesy I know. But he would also lure you to watch horror movies with him and chill.

The only thing that YOU alone is not aware is that, Horropedia kept you close to him while he was either watching or reading not letting you go until you are fully healed.

#reverse 1999 #r1999 #reverse 1999 x reader #r1999 x reader #vertin #sonetto #horropedia #joshua #vertin x reader #sonetto x reader #horropedia x reader

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deathbxnny · 2 years ago

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This is going to be really random but hear me out! What if the Astrol Family or the Stellaron Hunters has a girl boss member who’s good at rizzing up people. Like they’re stuck in a hard to get out of situation and all they gotta do is rizz up the guards or enemies and BOOM problem solved. 😂 Like they just make ‘em blush and lose control with just ONE LOOK and next minute world peace.

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A/N: This is honestly so funny lmao. So thank you for the great request, Anon!

Featured characters: Silver Wolf, Kafka, Blade

Content: Unserious, reader is a menace, mentions of battle/fights, sfw

Reader has no mentioned pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

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》Silver Wolf

Silver Wolf and you were cornered by a couple enemies, when you suddenly stepped infront of her with a determined look on your face. She's baffled by this and tells you to step back again, however stops herself, when you just wink at them with a perfect smirk.

She stands there with a deadpan, as the enemies blush in shock at your irresistible charms and quickly leave flustered. Silver Wolf gives you a look, before slowly turning away and going back to what she was doing.

She decides to not even talk about what just happened, mainly because she's honestly not ready to unpack all of that. Though she's admittedly kind of impressed.

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》Kafka

Guards were closing in on you two fast, as they began catching onto your lies. Kafka sighed, ready for another fight she didn't particularly want at the moment, when you suddenly stepped infront of her.

She was in awe, when you used some charming words to persuade the guards to leave you two alone. They blush and even apologise, before hastily leaving. Kafka stands there in silence for a while longer, before letting out a small chuckle.

She'll tease you for what happened and pout, as she playfully asks you why you don't talk to her like that. She demands, that you teach her your ways as an apology.

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》Blade

Blade was absolutely ready to take on the guards that were after you all on his own. In fact, he was itching for a fight, when you suddenly pulled him back and told him to stand back and watch. He's confused, yet eager to see what brutal techniques you might use to get rid of your enemies... until you just give them a sly smirk and a wink.

The guards halt in shock, looking dazed and flustered, before quickly rushing away. Blade stands there for what felt like an eternity, before side eyeing you so hard, that it leaves you nearly offended.

You could practically feel the disappointment and judgement radiating off him, but he doesn't say a word. He just turns around and walks off, whilst grumbling things under his breath.

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A/N: I hope this was okay! And thank you again for the funny request, Anon!<33

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail fanfic #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #hsr x reader #hsr #hsr silver wolf #hsr silver wolf x reader #hsr kafka #hsr kafka x reader #hsr blade x reader #hsr blade

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hoonslutt · 2 years ago

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what are your thoughts about dilf!jay??

Dilf!jay

Dilf!jay is so hot man, I think I just have a thing for older men lmao. Imagine meeting him at the store and you guys bump into each other, he asks you out on a date and when you do he’s dressed all nice and sexy like an important business man. You knew your night was gonna end one of two ways: you go home by yourself, or you get dicked down by one of the most handsome men you’ve seen in your life - you were kind of leaning towards the second option. Then he takes you back to his apartment and it’s one of the nicest you’ve seen in your life you look at the photos that are on the first wall you see and you notice he has a little girl with him, so you ask if he had a kid? ‘I do she’s with her aunt and uncle right now’ ‘So where is her mom if you don’t mind me asking?’ ‘Oh not at all, she walked out on us when my daughter was 2’. He turns the convo around and says he wants to show you around and he takes you to his room and he’s all like ‘hey did you know that my sheets are silk?’ So you go over and feel them when he grabs your hand and pushes you so your back falls on the soft bed. You guys don’t move, you guys are just staring at each other in the eyes until he leans and kisses you very softly, it soon turns into a heated make out session, clothes are coming off and you are pushing him off to get on your knees. Now here you are on all fours face deep in the sheets moaning a little too loud as he lands another smack on your ass thrusting slow and deep ‘Harder jay please’ he clicks his tongue and almost slows down ‘That’s not my name baby you know that’ he runs his hand from the top of your head through your hair, down your back to your ass and ‘smack’ another slap. ‘Please Daddy harder need it so bad’ ‘That’s better princess’ he picks up his pace fully grabbing your hips with one hand and putting the other on your lower back thrusting faster and harder his hand snaking around to play with your throbbing clit, and your seeing stars such amazing pleasure you feel the knot in your stomach forming fast ‘mmm gonna cum daddy’ ‘Then cum baby I’m almost there just a bit more’ you can finally think a little so you clench around him and push back to meet his thrusts the knot finally breaking and your cumming all over him moaning so much. You can tell he’s not far behind as his hips start stuttering and becoming sloppy until finally you feel his hips still and his cum starts filling your warm pussy, Oh yea you’ll definitely be seeing him again you think.

Idk if I made this too long or if I strayed away from the main point but here you go! I hope you like it and if you don sorry! As always feedback is welcome and appreciated! Love ya!! 💕🫶🏼

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darkacademicvibes · 1 year ago

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Hellooo! So I know you haven't posted in ages and you're probably busy or maybe not writing anymore but if you are and your requests are open... can you maybe do something for Theodore nott? If you don't write for him then maybe Barty Jr. Or Regulus or something?

Basically fem!reader is insecure and brings it up and he doesn't understand so she asks is they even love her anymore and they somehow propose right then and there? Like really tearful, and he's so hurt but he's also kind of blank about it idk and she says yes obvs, but he just doesn't know how to feel about what she asked?

Thankyouthankyouuuuu and if you aren't writing anymore that's totally understandable 🩵🩵🩵🩵

AHHHH YESSS I TOTALLY CAN BABES!!!

I'm always gonna write on this blog, lately I've really been trying to figure out my page and stuff and I just got done with exams so I've been busy, I'm sorry!!! I HOPE this lives up to expectations, I've never written an argument/yelling that turned to a proposal lmao <3

Look At Me

tw: cursing, idk I like it, he's very much sweater Theo lmao, nothing really to be honest with you

"-God, Theo, it's like you're never here anymore!" You huff, busying yourself with the dishes of a dinner you ate alone, again. The sound of his name instead of the nickname you'd always called him made him flinch. Theodore Nott had been your boyfriend since the beginning of your seventh year at Hogwarts, and you'd fought together in the war on Harry's side. Or, McGonagalls side, as Theo preferred to call it.

After Hogwarts, you'd moved in together which you'd defended to your parents as convenience. And his, well, his mother got ill quick, and then got better, and then ill again, and she'd eventually found out after he'd invited her over to make sure she was okay, and you'd come home to your boyfriends mother on the couch having tea. You'd easily slipped into comfortable conversation with your loving boyfriend and his (absolutely wonderful) mother and she'd guessed it by morning when you'd made everyone pancakes as you'd been woken up early by Theo on his way to quiddich practice.

Lately, however, he'd been home less. In fact, it began at the beginning of the year, while it is now November. You celebrated your third year anniversary of fully owning the house (thanks to his family money's help) and as that morning when you woke up, he was gone, he came home giddy, and then that night, went to bed nervous. And things hadn't been the same. You'd marked that night on your calander once you realized that was the last afternoon before anything changed.

April 4th.

Since then, he'd barely be at home, which isn't saying a lot seeing as he was a professional player for the Montrose Magpies and sometimes was forced to be away for day practices that led well until you'd gone to bed and weekend games that you always made sure to see.

He'd started getting up earlier, and going to bed either well before, or well after you. When you were wide awake, or fast asleep. Sometimes, he'd sleep in the guest room downstairs, instead.

He'd stopped with the casual kisses everytime he left the room, no longer pressing kisses to your temple, cheek, nose, shoulder, or head, and started passing by in silence, answering requests with hums, grunts, and nods. Your brother had joked he was finally going through the 'I hate my girlfriend' phase, but quickly shut up when you'd choked out a strangled breath that sounded like you'd taken a bludger to the stomach.

The thought hasn't left your mind since.

"I'm here now" Theo presses, standing behind the kitchen island, his hands braced firmly on the edges of the bench, gripping tightly. You scoff, scrubbing the pan harshly. Who invented pans that weren't non-stick? You wanted to hit them with your pan, your pan that now had bits of food and grease stuck to it.

"Theo this is the eighth night in a row I've had to put your dinner in the microwave" you give up on the pan, abandoning it on the bench and moving on to the pot you'd made the potatoes in. It was your day off, and Theo was supposed to be home at four, so you'd made a full dinner for you to eat together. A mistake, you now realized, as you didn't eat until seven when your food had already gone cold, and he hadn't come home until nine, when you'd usually do the dishes. He did them right after dinner for some unexplainable reason you didn't quite understand. Through, you were the one who grew up with supper. So you always made it and did dishes after.

"I told you not to count on me being home on time, bambino" he breathes, and you sniff, wiping your nose on the back of your wrist. He had, yesterday, but not today. "I wrote it down and left it on the kitchen counter-" a soft mew interrupts him, and you listen to the sound of him scooping up the neighbors cat.

"Pie, you shouldn't be here, your mama will be looking for you" you coo, glancing back at the soft, light brown cat. "She can stay" Theodore murmurs, cuddling the cat close. A pang of anger flashed through your stomach. That cat was getting more affection from your boyfriend then you'd gotten for most of the year. "No, she can't" your voice is snappy, and he sighs, kissing the top of Pies head and opening the back door, placing Pie outside and closing the door again before leaning against the wood, watching you.

"I don't understand what I've done to make you so upset, amore" he murmurs, and you snap, tossing the potato pot and the rag into the sink, taking off the ridiculous yellow gloves and tossing them onto the bench.

"You are never here, Theo" you insist. "And you go god knows where, because you weren't at practice tonight" you continue, when Theo opens his mouth to argue, you glare at him. Your voice shakes, and that makes you angrier. "No! You weren't, I called Peter, he was at home with his wife and baby son at four fifteen" you snap, and hurt flashes in his eyes. You want to apologize, but you haven't done anything wrong, not that you're aware of. You have suffered, for months, wondering what you'd done wrong. You didn't understand. You don't understand.

"So where were you? Were you with someone else, someone you can stand? Because it's pretty clear you can't stand me anymore" you toss your hands up, abandoning the gloves as you return to cleaning the dishes as Theo makes his way closer, returning to the island counter as you ramble on.

"If you were then just tell me and be done with it, because this wondering, the guessing, the hoping you aren't, the subconsciously looking for proof that you have been, is killing me" you ramble on.

"It is absolutely tearing me apart to think you don't love me anymore, trying to find reasons that would have you pulling away because surely, if you don't love me then you'd leave me, right? Except, I don't know, I don't know what I did-" you place the pot aside and start working on your plate. His is still in the microwave. "-I can't figure it out. Tell me what I did wrong, because I can't keeping going like this for much longer" you sniffle, and the sound has the guilt already drowning him shove him down deeper.

"I mean, do you even love me anymore? Because it really just seems like you're sticking around for convenience" You manage to mumble, your voice shaking as tears prick harshly at your eyes. You try blinking them back, but you have to harshly wipe your cheek with the back of your arm as the feeling of a few hot tears warm your cheeks.

A soft click sound from behind you and in your confusion, you turn, pausing at the sight. Theo is leaning heavily against the counter, his shoulders tense as the small dark blue velvet box sits open on the table.

A delicate gold ring, with agate as the stone sits undisturbed in the box, and you can feel your breath escape you because it is beautiful.

"I was afraid you would say no" he admits, gazing at you through his dark lashes you'd frequently voiced that you were jealous of. "I was afraid you'd say no, and I pulled myself away from you, and I'm sorry for not noticing how it affected you" he breathes. Almost as breathless as you.

He slowly rounds the island, gently stopping to stand beside you.

His hands land on your waist, delicate. "ragazza dolce, how could you ever doubt my feelings for you?" He murmurs, his thumbs rubbing gently over the skin of your hips. The touch makes you pause and, slowly, you melt against his chest. "You haven't touched me like this since April fourth" you start softly, gaze still on the ring, and he tenses beside you.

Fuck, you'd actually remembered the date he held you last? He knew it had been a while, he had felt horrible about his nerves pulling him away from you, but you'd memorized the fucking date he'd last touched you, and it was so much longer then he'd thought.

"You barely answer me anymore, I start every conversation, and it's either tense, or it falls through so fast i-" you hesitate. "It makes me feel like you don't see the point in talking to me anymore" his heart shattered, he could hear it, feel it- you'd felt so horrible, miserable even, and it was his fault. He'd been so wrapped up in how he felt that he hadn't even noticed you'd been miserable. Lonely.

"I'm sorry, mio caro, I'm so sorry" he murmurs, pained, his lips brushing the crook of your neck gently.

His hands gently guide you to face him, and you allow him to lift your hands, drying them off gently. "C'mon sunshine, I'm sorry, look at me" he murmurs, gently tucking his forefinger under your chin to guide you to meet his eyes. "I have been so nervous that I started pulling away, and I am so sorry you felt this way, sweet girl, I promise I love you" he assures you gently, watercolour eyes gazing into yours deeply.

"There has never been, nor will there ever be, anyone else. You are it for me, you are my Andromeda, I'm your Perseus, remember?" He pleads softly, reminding you of the last time you'd been in Hogwarts.

The astronomy tower would probably crumble if you stood in the wrong spot, still, you (almost) fearlessly ventured closer to the calm figure leaning against the wall of the castle, not for one second, caring that he was sitting in rubble. Gazing at the stars. He smiles at you as you stand beside him, and he offers you his hand, which you take as he helps you to sit beside him safely.

"Feel up to stargazing, my love?" He murmured, and you smile softly, leaning your head on his shoulder as his hand rests easily on your thigh, rubbing gently despite the dust-covered fabric in the way of your skin. "Always" you hum. He huffs a soft laugh and sighs warmly. "You remember those stars?" He asks softly, pointing out the constellation, and you nod against his shoulder. Andromeda and Perseus, the chained maiden and her lover. Her savior. Her husband, in entirety. They'd been so in love they were placed in the stars so their love would never end.

"Yeah, I remember, it's your favourite myth" he smiles, and he presses a soft kiss to your head, smiling himself. You'd remembered it was his favourite.

"If I was Perseus, you'd be my Andromeda" he murmurs, and you smile softly, melting into him. "If I was Andromeda, you'd be my Perseus" you retort gently, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder as shouts of names, and calls of joy fill the night air.

The war is over. All is well.

"My father is dead" Theo hums. The way he says it was almost as if he'd simply noticed the time and pointed it out. He found more empathy for the roadkill the two of you had come across two weeks ago, a rabbit that had been hit by a carriage.

"I saw. Are you okay?" You ask gently.

"Yeah, I'm okay, as long as I have you, I'll always be more than okay" he hums, chuckling softly. "My mother will be okay now, she's safe" he sighs, the tension leaving him slightly.

"She is, Teddy" you smile, and as he wraps his arm around you to pull you impossibly closer, you both gaze at the sky and you do what you do best together.

You talk, and you stargaze.

You nod slowly, tears slipping down your cheeks, and he sighs softly in relief, his thumb swiping the tears away gently.

"I love you, so much. I'm sorry I let myself get in my head, I should've realized I was hurting you" he murmurs, his lips pressed against your hairline as he tucks a few strands behind your ear, his fingers trailing down your neck, then your shoulder, all the way to your hand, where he links your fingers together.

"Teddy, are you asking me to marry you?" You murmur softly, eyes gazing softly at the ring again. He hums, "will you say yes?" He murmurs softly, his thumb brushing against yours.

"I can't imagine a world where I'd consider saying no" you breathe, and you can feel his lips tug into a giddy smile against your temple. He pulls away, only enough to reach the ring, and gently hums.

"Look at me, bellissimo"

Your eyes meet his and he leans down to press a soft kiss to your lips, the familiar softness of it almost making you swoon.

"Will you, the most gorgeous woman I have ever laid eyes on, make me the absolute happiest man alive, and do me the honor of making me your husband?" He asks quietly, his lips brushing yours gently.

You smile, and nod softly, "that's a yes from me" you hum, "a big, fat, yes" you laugh, and he chuckles along with you, gazing softly at you as he slowly slips the ring onto your finger. "Good, now give me a big, fat, kiss" he demands playfully "I miss kissing my fiancé" he murmurs, and it sets off fireworks in your stomach.

You lean up and press a big, fat, kiss to his lips, just like he asked.

You giggle as he wraps his arms around you happily, tugging you closer and tapping your hip in the all too familiar signal to jump. You wrap your legs around him and he kisses you harder, his hands under your thighs.

"I have a lot to make up for" he mumbles, making his way into the living room and dropping you gently onto the couch, pulling a giggle from you.

"Remind me to tell Draco not to sit on this couch next time he comes over" you tease, and he laughs, loud, and happy, and the sound has you melting.

You have your Theo back, and he's not your boyfriend anymore, he's more, and you couldn't be happier.

#theo nott x reader #theodore nott x you #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott #theodore nott imagines #theo nott x y/n #theo nott #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #second wizarding war #slytherin boys #slytherin #fem reader #female reader #femreader x Theodore Nott #proposal

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jester089 · 1 year ago

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Hello! Today I rewatched Titanic for the hundredth time, so I had an idea: https://youtu.be/EyPpMaIBgkI?feature=shared

do you know this scene in Titanic? In any case, here it is,if you haven’t seen this movie (I highly recommend it, crying every time lmao)

So, imagine that Rose is a character (Jax, Pomni, Caine/Kinger) and Jack is the reader

the reader (their s/o) begins to abstracting , the characters understandably end up next to the reader at this moment in a hope to stop the process, but then both realize that nothing helps, and before going completely crazy, the reader begins to calm down characters (just repeat lines from this scene lol) How would the characters react? I'm really interested in Jax's reaction.

P.S. If it’s not difficult, briefly describe how the characters will behave after the death of their s/o

So sorry for my English is so bad!!! I am not speaking it, hope you having a good day/night!!🫶🫶💋

Boat movie

Thank you for the request! I apologize to any Caine or Jax fans who hate how I write them. But hey you can always just not read it, and I write em how they are. Not how we all want em. From this post on I'm going to ask you all add something to your requests. When requesting either Caine or Jax specify if you want the real ones or the softer loving ones. Thanks! Caine, Kinger, Jax, & Pomni's reactions to Reader dying/abstracting in front of them/in their hands

Caine

You definitely aren't the first. And probably wont be the last. He understands that humans for whatever reason don't want to die alone so he stays with you. He stays there sitting next to you on the floor as you progressively get more and more glitched. Sadly he doesn't catch much of what you say as his mind is mainly just ready to put you in the cellar so you don't hurt anyone. Once your abstracted and in the cellar he moves on. Sure he felt slightly closer to you then with all the others digital circus's inhabitants but he'll get past it. Nothing really changes in the long run.

Kinger

Kinger found you abstracting and was about to turn tail and run to find help but you begged him not to leave. That's how you got to where you are Kinger holding you close while you gently cup his face. He listened to every word you said about how he was gonna get out of there and live his life. Have kids and die safe in his home surrounded by loved ones. He permanently searing every word into his brain. As you lean up to give him one last kiss before you fall off the deep end and abstract forcing Kinger to let go of you. He is crazy yes, but he's tough. And losing you makes him want to give up. But he'll get out of this place and live his life. If not for himself, for you.

Jax

Jax was sitting with you as you abstracted. He was just going to leave and do something else, but your pitiful glitchy voice got him to stay. He sits there staring at you as you progressively get worse not even listening to what your saying, his mind wandering to what he would rather be doing. Once you fully abstract he gets up and sprints away so he doesn't get hurt then leaves you alone to rampage about. Not his problem. Hey if someone else dies to you maybe their death will be funnier then yours.

Pomni

Pomni stayed with you. Despite every bit of code in her being telling to run and get Caine she knew she wouldn't be able to in time. So she stayed and held you gently using everything she had in her to not show how she felt. So you could have someone, have her there with you when you went. She listened to your final words and did her best to remember the feeling of you gently kissing her. Once you were gone she went straight to her room to be alone, and to write something down. In a journal Ragatha gave Pomni to try and help with stress she writes down you. You personality, your final words. And she draws you, draws you how you are (were). She isn't going to forget you. She will get out of this place. And if, no WHEN she does she's going to give you a proper burial. She doesn't have your body but she isn't just going to be the last thing she remembers of you, you or a version of you trying to kill her. (I'm feeling a little burnt out on angst asks. But I did enjoy writing this.)

xoxo, Jester

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #caine x reader #kinger x reader #jax x reader #pomni x reader #noob author #not beta'd

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kneelingshadowsalome · 1 year ago

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I can't believe my little ask got turned into a meme😭. And her potentially being pregnant?!

Now, indulge with me here; (let's make the situation worse and make it more sitcom-ish, lmao)

She suddenly walks into the house and states that they will be getting married before the baby comes o_O, and she would be so thankful if her father would be there to support her (financially and emotionally...). Engel is all smiles, expressing her concerns that she's a little young to be married, be still says congratulations.

Konig damn near faints. That boy is now going to be his son?!😟

I know those memes were absolutely brilliant right? ❤️❤️❤️ (we're forever in your debt @melancholic-thing 😘) I also got your other ask about König thinking how his daughter is innocent and only got in with the wrong crowd LOL and it's so true.

His daughter is the purest, loveliest, most special baby angel on earth, it is known. She inherited her purity and kindness from her mother, but the world is full of people who want to hurt and use his girls :(

She doesn't know what’s good for her, doesn’t know that men are filthy beasts who are only trying to lure her into their dirty dens with sex, drugs & rock’n’roll. Honestly it makes him want to grab a shotgun and stand watch at her door (lol meanwhile his perfect little babygirl sneaks out the window and into the night with our favorite biker boy...)

And Engel, gosh where do I start with her. Def gives her money behind daddy's back, fully supports her daughter having the time of her life as long as she doesn’t get herself into too much trouble. Tries to do some damage control by warning her if König is about to do a bunk inspection in her room (of course this only lowers the bar for her to want to move in with the delinquent because wtf dad?)

But omg when it turns out she's preggo it's Judgment Day for the boy 💀💀💀

(Things calm down only when Engel talks some "sense" into König: how lovely it is that they are getting married now, think about it! He gets to give away the bride! Walking his princess down the aisle is a dream come true for any father right? 🤍)

#the saga of König's daughter #but holy shit imagine König as a GRANDAD #i'm about to faint or lose it honestly i don't know which

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bronx-bomber87 · 1 year ago

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Happy Wednesday Fandom :) We got a trailer! Some bits in is for our couple not a ton but I am intrigued what S6 will bring. This episode has me grinning the entire time. Just fluffy cuteness the entire time and I was so here for it. Kid talks and amazing moments. Good one. This ep Is comedy gold.

5x17 The Enemy Within.

That theme I talked about last ep is how we start off. How adorable they are when they find each other at the station. Lucy speed walking to catch up to him. Tim with the biggest smile on his face. Like he didn’t just see her in roll call earlier. *heart clutch* Just happy to see his wifey at work. I love the effect this woman has on him. (Another theme in this ep). I just love S5 Tim in general. Happy and light seeing her come up to him. Making his day with her presence. Damnit I love them so much. Lucy starting off with him not hating her LMAO His smile dropping off asking what she’s done? Haha

Be more married you too my goodness. I do love how quickly they fall into step with each other as they speak. Seriously never had a couple with such good physical chemistry without even touching. The flirting here is amazing. We watch Tim not really be mad and fighting back a smile in the second gif. Once again the effect this woman has on him is incredible. She is beyond adorable with her retort of how he should reply. We all know Tim could never hate her. Angry, exasperated or annoyed. Yes ha But never hate.

We find out Lucy was playing the long game for getting back at Tim for something. Clearly before they were together since it was for a Tim Test few months back. He wants to know which one? She can't remember...It was bad enough to make her do this but not enough to remember which test. Oh Lucy. lol Angered her enough to do this then forget she'd done it ha Tim asks once again 'What did she do?' Lucy lets him know she signed him up to be a mentor... For make a dream.... Tim is exasperated af asking when she planned this? Lucy dreads the answer but tells him today….

Lucy goes on that a 12 year old cancer patient named Jordy is on his way. Tim walks away from her and I LOVE her grabbing his arm. Making him stay put. Tries to put a good spin on it. Saying he would be lifting up a sick kid. What could be more important than that? Tim commends her for her answer. Telling her nice job boxing him in. Except he’s not going to let her get away with this. Did she really expect him to do this solo? LOL Sassy Tim has arrived and is throwing back her own words at her. Lucy doesn't have a leg to stand on. Just concedes and joins him. Fantastic start to a hilarious episode for them.

Jordy arrives and Tim and Lucy couldn’t be cuter. The way they look at each other is precious. Also hello height difference I always welcome you to our screen. The way Lucy is looking at Tim while he talks to Jordy. Like she needed another reason to be in love with him. Getting glimpses into Tim as a dad. That instant ovary explosion. Don’t blame her one bit.

Tim couldn’t be cuter saying he heard he wants to be a cop. Jordy doesn’t seem as enthused as Tim and Lucy. Nonetheless Tim looks super cute saying they’re going to take him to processing. Lucy’s fully bodied shimmy is so adorable I cannot. She is very excited to play parents with Tim.

They’re in processing and Lucy is trying to get Jordy to engage. Tim isn’t short on sarcasm in this episode. I’m dying it’s so funny. Telling him to look miserable LMFAO. Lucy’s face. Chiding her husband a little bit. But also realizing how unhappy this kid is. Love her walking up to him and sharing her worries as well. Tim noting he looks like he hates them. Lol Lucy doesn’t disagree….Saying maybe he hates his picture being taken? Or he’s miserable cause he’s tired from being sick?

Tim says they should just move onto the next thing then. They turn around and Jordy is gone. Had this kid for all of 20 minutes and they lost him already LOL This episode is so great. Had me rolling the entire time. I remember seeing a hilarious post after this premiered. Celina dealing with her sisters murder, Angela/Harper/Grey dealing with Elijah. And Tim and Lucy keep losing the same kid LMAO They are the comedic relief in this one for sure.

Lucy is in a legit panic. It’s so funny. Saying she doesn’t know what she’s going to tell the foundation. Full on sarcasm saying she can’t wait to tell them they lost him. LOL Tim is so calm and chill. Saying they didn’t lose him... he’s just misplaced LMFAO. Oh my lord Timothy I’m crying I’m laughing so much. She is being the worried sick parent and he’s being the calm one.

I love them looking for Jordy whilst also talking about their future kids. Getting me all in my damn feels. Tim being so friggin chill about them finding him. Lucy saying when it’s ’OUR’ kids OUR. They’re so casual about it. I’m losing my damn mind. That when it is their kids he better take it seriously. Tim defending their future kids also making me feel things. Saying ‘Our’ kids would never pull a stunt like this.

Look at Lucy’s face when he makes that remark though. She is beaming watching him talk about their future kids. They’re trying to murder me in this ep and I’m very ok with it. I may need to go lie down but I’m ok haha Lucy gets caught up in the thought of them having kids. And is pulled back to the present with Tim’s sassy departure LOL Saying they’re doing great so far. Sarcasm king in this one and I love it so very much. Lucy's face when he leaves too funny.

They run into Aaron and he has Jordy. Lucy looks so relieved. She asks what they talked about? Aaron says he kept asking him what his childhood pet was. Lucy looking confused as hell asks why? We see this kid stumble and get nervous for first time. Saying it’s for a report…Tim's face smelling BS but he isn't sure why. They’re trying figure what to do next. Tim suggests the war room? He doesn’t seem excited…Lucy mentions K-9 unit. Ask if he likes dogs?

Tim is over this kid. Saying what kid doesn’t like dogs? (I mean he’s not wrong…) Lucy scolding him like only she can. Such a wifey scolding too it’s so funny. Tim makes the kid sit while they figure this out. Lucy says maybe the impound lot? This is where Uncle Tim comes in and I love it so much. Talking about his nephews and what they’re into right now. My heart. He seems very confused on what it actually is they like and it’s hysterical. Pop culture never been his strong suit and I love him for it. I'll be honest idk what ghosts on the toilet is either. LOL

Lucy is enjoying his explaining this stuff. Amused really. You can tell she’s cracking up as he goes on. Picturing him with his nephews and loving that mental image. They're so busy flirty they don’t see Jordy take off on them again. They turn around and he’s gone….They lost the kid again LMAO Back to being worried parents. They ask the most clueless guy in the building if he’s seen Jordy? Ha Of course he hasn’t…Nolan is lucky he knows what's going on in his own SL.

They’re in Sally Port looking for Jordy. Legit looking under shops. Don’t hate the shot of Tim in this scene. Hello booty shot. His phone starts going off and he groans as he comes back up and says it’s a Grey. Lucy voices her irrational fear about Grey knowing they lost him twice. I’m rolling. Why would he know that Lucy? LOL Tim’s face is everything to this comment of hers. Loves his panicked wife and her ridiculousness.

Lucy is legit pacing back and forth while Tim is on the phone. Grey is asking him to run an OP for him. The last thing Tim needs on his plate right now. It is sexy how he coordinates it and says he’ll fold in later. Mmm. Then asks Lucy if she’s enjoying her revenge for his Tim Test? Lucy says she isn’t... Does a cute little love tap on his arm and has him follow. I love it.

They find Jordy at a computer. Tim scares him and asks what the hell he’s doing? I love the in-sync head tilts. They see he is googling how to delete traffic tickets. Lucy goes off on a nerd rant about how those are processed in a different office. She catches herself and looks at Tim. He’s so used to her nerdy ways at this point doesn't phase him in the least.

Just backs what she’s saying. That even if he could do that here it’s a crime to do so. Poor kid folds. Says his dad told him to because they couldn’t afford the fines. Tim asks if he really has cancer? Lucy scolds him once again. I love this. He tells them yes that part is true. Lucy asks if he wants to be a cop? He says no they’re wack. Lmao The way the look at each other I cannot. The kid wanted a football game not this. HA

Tim mentions if he’s googling this no way he’s a a hacker. Asks how he gained access to the computer? Jordy hands him the sticky note. Tim is so damn incensed I’m dying. Lucy asking did Smitty really need a sticky note? He couldn’t just remember this? I love the way Tim snatches the note and takes off. He is so very done with this day and this kid. Smitty's incompetence being the icing on the cake of his day. This episode is comedy gold I love it sfm.

They bring Jordy’s father in. Telling him they could charge Jordy with a crime. That he had illegal access to a police computer. The dad starts to panic and says they can’t do that. He’s just a kid. He has cancer. Lucy says no one wants to charge Jordy. Him on the other hand… Mr. Yates starts to freak out more. Saying it was just couple tickets. Lucy mentions it’s 37....

Holy crap dude that’s a lot of tickets. That him using his son. A minor no less to help out makes it a felony. One that could send him to jail. The dad pleads with them. Saying his medical costs are crushing them. That if he doesn’t pay for the tickets he’ll lose his license and car. Saying he knows he messed up. He can’t go to jail his family needs him.

Then we hit one of my favorite portions of this episode. Their silent communication has always been a glorious wonder. It hits new heights in this scene. Because the minute he looks at his girl he knows what that look means. It’s why he answers with a ‘Lucy really?’ He goes from you can’t be serious. To how am I supposed to say no to that? Lucy doesn’t have to say a damn word.

That’s the beauty of their connection. Says everything she needs to in that puppy dog look. Man is whipped and we all love it. Her empathy shining through and getting to Tim in this moment. I said it couple times in this episode. The effect this woman has on him is immense. It was continuously through out this one. In the best way possible.

That man has zero defense against that look she gives him. Absolutely zero. Can you imagine a little version of Lucy doing this to him? If they end up having a daughter. She’s gonna have this man wrapped around her finger. Just like his wife does. God help him haha All Lucy had to do was give him that glance and he was in shambles. As we all know Tim would do anything for that woman standing next to him.

He came into this conversation ready to put that man in jail. But then the love of his life looks his way and it’s over. I’ll never be over how amazing their silent communication is. We are so lucky to have a couple this amazing without even saying a word. There’s that country song ‘You say it best. When you say nothing at all.’ If that ain’t them. Tim folds and says he’s not sending Mr. Yates to jail. I love how he looks at Lucy before he tells him that. Knowing she is the reason behind him is doing this.

It’s so good. Man is so soft for his girl and this scene is proof of that. Ugh I love it. Melissa’s and Eric crushing it per usual. Tim says he can go to Daddy and me Traffic school. There’s an arcade that Jordy will love it. As if Lucy needed another reason to love this man next to her. Mr. Yates asks how he can make it up to them? ‘Be a better father to your son’. Hot damn you tell him Tim.*fans self* Mmm. Yum. Got to be soft but still little authoritative at the end. I’ll take it.

We rejoin them in the station. Tim done with his OP for Grey. Lucy coming over mentioning his how Daddy and me traffic school sounds fun. Tim replying 'Yeah Jordy will get 5 dollars in tokens too.' Lucy letting him know it was a really nice gesture. I love her coming up to him and letting him know this. Making sure he knows what a wonderful thing he did for them. That it was so sweet. This scene makes me squee for so many reasons.

Tim letting her know he wanted to throw that guy in jail. You could tell when he entered that room he was ready to throw down. It wasn't sitting well with him Yates putting his son in a position like that. Lucy replying ‘But?’ Tim bestowing the best compliment he could on her. Touching on the theme of this episode I think. The fact she’s a good influence on him. I mean it exudes out of him now a days. She already was before they got together. Now it’s increased ten fold the effect Lucy has on him.

Lucy and her view of the world. A thing that used to drive him absolutely bonkers. So much so he tried to show her the underbelly of L.A. to dampen it. That same light and view has now rubbed off on this man. Soaking him in that sunshine she gives off. I can’t with how many feels this is giving me. And he’s telling her as such. He’s known for a long long time what a good influence she is. But he’s telling her in person. With heart eyes galore to boot. Such love and admiration on his face for her. *internally screaming*

Naturally he complimented her so she needs to do one right back. Telling him with just as much adoration and affection might I add. That he’s going to be a great dad someday. We know that’s true. Also we know Lucy is already picturing him as that great father to their kiddos. I just love how causally they talk about their future kids. It’s a thing that’s just an eventuality. The level of comfortability around the topic just shows us where they're at. How serious they both are.

Tim needing to tease her now that they’ve been soft. It’s so damn funny. Look at his pleased smile when he does it. Look at that man in the final gif. Could power a city with that smile. He so loves to tease her. Lucy is exasperated with him but still smiling regardless. She loves this infuriating man in front of her so much.

They couldn’t be happier or more adorable. It blows my mind still we get to have them together. Not only that but this level of ship goodness. Straight flirting, complimenting and teasing. They’re so in love I might pass out from all my feelings haha Such a good ep for them.

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Side notes-non Chenford

I do love Angela getting to be the one to take Elijah out. So fitting. Also that scene with Charlie and Wes holy hell.

Thank you to all you amazing readers. For all the likes, comments and reblogs. We only have 5 left episodes in this season. Unreal. Shall see you all in 5x18 :)

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bcolfanfic · 6 months ago

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need more about the bucks' baby micah, headcanons or blurb i want more!!! (please, and when you have time ofc)

for ref

doing this in headcan0ns list form bc im tired from the time zone switch back to the states

the bucks do, as reffed in that blurb, turn the car around from going to wisconisn to go back to wyoming. end up having to get a hotel somewhere for the night so they don't drive more or less 20 hours roundtrip themselves into an early grave. but yeah.

swing josie by gale's sister’s house on the way back to sheridan. don't explain all the details but have to give her *some* explanation when they go from headed them to wisconsin to now suddenly back in wyoming.

maybe don't explain that this baby is her biological sibling right away but just. say that someone they know needs help with their baby, and that they gotta go back because they don't want him to be in the hospital by himself. pretty word salady but they're exhausted and she's five so. it is what is for the time being.

get to the hospital and get scrubbed in to down to the nicu with natalie to go see him. john's head still feels like his head is still in in spin-mode to the extent that he's not really processing everything fully.

but gale sees that itty bitty baby in his little nicu incubator with a little tube in his nose and is just. distraught.

has to sit down after a minute because its making his chest hurt. he just can't fathom how little he is and how he's in *danger* and how connected he already feels to him.

he gets reallll "woowoo" about the fact that he finally brought up wanting another kid to john all of 20 minutes before they got the call about him. feels like he somehow already intrinsically knew about him before he actually knew.

so kinda the reverse of how it was with josie- gale instantly feels bonded to him and john has a little bit of a harder time.

loves him so much already, is worried sick with all the preemie health stuff he's got going on. its just hard to process how fast everything is happening. if him and gale had sat down and decided to go the infant adoption route that'd be one thing.

in that case he'd have a lot more time to work through his hurdles re: being scared of having a baby, of being responsible for someone's life from scratch etc etc. but here he only had the drive back from wisconsin.

calls his mom a lot. calls curt a lot. that helps.

lil guy doesn't have a name for the first week of his life lmao. they just call him buddy and baby boy and then john is sitting up w/ gale one night and asks if he's given any thought to his name.

they land on micah curtis. micah as a riff off of michael the archangel, and curtis after their best friend (:

curt cries when he finds out. sweet man.

john's mom comes out from wisconsin and when she's there at the hospital that's when both the bucks go to gale's sister's house and have to explain to josie- the best they can- the full details.

poor peanut is so conflicted about Everything. has been confused about not seeing either of her dads in the same room for almost two weeks. is excited about having a baby sibling- but confused about why if he's /her/ sibling from her mom why she can't see her mom.

just a lot of Big Feelings, which gale and john handle the best that they can. good dads <3

i think it finally really Clicks for john when micah is doing okay enough that theyre allowed to hold him. looks at that lil guy in his lil nicu baby beanie sleeping on his chest and just. yeah. big thats my son, i would do anything for you feelings.

john gets really into sitting by his lil incubator and reading to him. nice way to bond that isn't super overwhelming. makes gale heart happy to watch. his boyssss.

this is getting super long lmao so ill cut if off here. but i wove micah- and rachel and i have developed a looottt of lore about him as a teenager/young adult (specifically re: him and wyatt- helen's baby with nash/ev's step son). so feel free to come prompt me to yap more!

#young vets au #buck x bucky #clegan #micah egan #josie egan

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mask-of-sanity · 1 month ago

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Wicked Games

Will 'Ironhead' Miller x Female OC

Summary: Sabine is turning thirty this year. She's not thrilled. She works in IT, her central heating is broken and she hates how her life is turning out. That is, until she meets Will Miller and finds her life slowly, finally falling into the place she always wanted it to. As her birthday rolls around, she finds herself in a situation she never thought would happen. She's stuck in the middle of nowhere with a killer on the loose who's hell bent on hunting down her and her friends. Can turning thirty get any worse?

Warnings: Explicit 18+ only. Swearing, alcohol, sexual activities, violence, gore, emotional trauma. Warnings will be updated as the series goes on, these are just general warnings for now, they may not be present in this chapter. Please read at your own discretion.

Word count: 3.2k

A/N: This is my first foray into fanfic in my adult years, so needless to say this is nerve-wracking lmao, I really hope someone enjoys this! I've been wanting to write a murder/slasher fic for many years now, so whilst this will contain elements of romance/smut, it will also take a violent turn. I will be adding new chapters sporadically, and I welcome any comments and/or criticism anyone wants to give. As an aside, this fic takes place in England, both female OC & Will are English (sorry I can't write Americanisms and I wouldn't want to put anyone through reading my attempts lmao). P.s this hasn't been beta read by anybody apart from me, so please excuse any grammar and spelling mistakes!

December 31st 2023

If Sabine had known in advance how her 30th year of living would pan out and how far she would spiral, she probably would have partied a little harder on New Years Eve. As it happened, she had done very little partying and a lot more wishing she had never gone out in the first place.

She’d stood in the garden of her best friend Teddy’s house, with a cigarette between her teeth, trying desperately to get her lighter to spark a flame. It gave one pathetic attempt before the tiny wheel refused to move under her thumb any further, Sabine quickly gave up and stuffed the lighter into her coat pocket, before tucking the cigarette behind her ear. She leant against the wall of the house and closed her eyes; she wished she’d never agreed to come out, Teddy was too good at convincing her to join plans she'd never have thought twice about otherwise.

As she tried to think of an excuse to leave early that Teddy would buy, the back door opened, and someone stepped out onto the patio beside her. She didn’t open her eyes or acknowledge whoever it was, instead she silently willed them to go away, and hoped they wouldn’t make any attempt to talk to her. Her wish was soon cut short when there was a gentle tap on her shoulder.

“You okay?” came a man's voice, gentle in his questioning.

Sabine opened her left eye a fraction at the sound of the voice next to her and saw a tall, broad man glancing at her as he lit his own cigarette. He inhaled as the end of it burned dimly between them, the wafts of smoke trailing up and over his short crop of dark blonde hair. Sabine opened her eyes fully as she realised he wouldn’t be leaving and folded her arms.

“I’m fine, thanks”

She flashed the man a small smile to indicate the conversation was over, but he either didn’t see it or ignored it as he settled against the wall next to her. “Did you want a light for that?” he asked nodding at the cigarette behind her ear. Sabine had to admit she was slightly desperate to have a hit of nicotine, and she plucked it from its place and smiled at him again.

“Do you mind? Mine just died and I didn’t bring a spare”

“Not at all, here”

He held out the lighter and flicked his thumb across it, Sabine leaned forward and waited for the flame to burn the end of the cigarette, gladly inhaling once it did.

“Thank you”

“You’re welcome, I’m Will by the way”

Will smiled softly at her as he stowed the lighter in the back pocket of his jeans, taking another drag of his cigarette as he did so. “Sabine” she replied, flicking the ash from hers absentmindedly. “So, how do you know Teddy?”.

“I don't really, I work with her brother Benny; I’ve been on a job abroad for a year though so I’m trying to remember how to socialise these days”

“Oh yeah? Was it for anything interesting or are you not allowed to tell me?” Sabine lifted her eyebrow slightly as she glanced back at him. Will chuckled and shook his head at her in response.

“It was nothing worth hearing about I promise, readjusting to home life is harder than the job sometimes”

“I bet”

A comfortable silence fell between the two of them as the echoes of the party sounded inside. “So, how do you know Teddy?” Will asked, and Sabine let out an involuntary sigh. “Was that the wrong question to ask?” he laughed.

“No, God no, I’ve known her since we were 14 and she’s my best friend but sometimes she can be a bit... full on y’know?”. Sabine blushed slightly and she looked at her feet in embarrassment, God, she thought, if Teddy ever heard her say that she’d lose her shit.

“Well tonight was my first impression of her, and I’d agree with you, she’s definitely full on” he murmured, Sabine looked at him and he winked in response. A smile crept onto Sabine’s face and Will couldn’t help but grin as well.

“As a disclaimer, I love her immensely and she’s the only person who knows me inside and out... Which could be a bad thing, but I choose to see it as a good thing” Sabine said, tapping more ash from her cigarette. “I won’t judge you for your choice of best friend, don’t worry” he replied.

“That implies you’re going to judge me for something else though” Sabine retorted, and Will laughed again, “That only depends on whether you want to talk to me again after this encounter”. She eyed him coolly, and pondered for a moment.

There was no denying Will was handsome, anyone would be stupid to say otherwise. The more she looked at him the more she took in, the way his blonde hair was cropped neatly and his beard was impeccably trimmed made her think he was either exceptional at grooming, or he had a girlfriend who knew just how to present him to the world. He was incredible to look at, even just standing on the patio he commanded such presence in his stature and Sabine felt a tiny pang of jealousy for his girlfriend.

Well, a girlfriend who maybe didn't even exist, she reminded herself. Was it too forward to ask after knowing someone for all of 5 minutes? Probably, she thought, and she was more than likely right in thinking he was way out of her league. Teddy would tell her that in an instant if it were true. She realised slightly too late that she hadn't answered him yet and ran her free hand through her hair quickly, "I'll talk to you again, if you can keep the judgement to a minimum".

"I can't promise anything"

Will was first to finish his cigarette and dropped it into the empty flowerpot that had been designated as the makeshift bin. He turned to Sabine and smiled, “Well, maybe I’ll see you inside?” Sabine gave him a genuine smile in return “Yeah, thanks again for the light”.

Peals of laughter and the thumping bassline of a song floated out of the door as Will made his way inside, and Sabine closed her eyes again as the door clicked shut. Christ, she thought, 5 minutes with a random stranger and she was almost ready to pounce on him. She felt a familiar sense of shame rising as she realised how lonely she really felt these days, and she swallowed thickly, willing herself not to get emotional.

Sabine inhaled sharply and exhaled through her nose, the 'no fucking crying' pep talk she'd given herself before arriving flashed in her head, nobody likes the crying girl at the party and she wasn't going to be that girl tonight. No fucking way.

She took one last drag of the cigarette before flinging it in with Will's. She turned to the door and reminded herself several times to be sociable, before pushing the handle down and swinging the door inward.

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A few hours had passed, and Sabine could feel her fake enthusiasm waning rapidly as Teddy hurried towards the kitchen, pulling Sabine along behind her. Teddy slammed the kitchen door and turned to face Sabine, “Okay so, what do you think?” Her green eyes shone intensely under the fluorescent light, and she stared at Sabine waiting on an answer.

Sabine laughed. “About…? Your dress? It’s gorgeous Teddy but c’mon, you know that already”. She turned and opened the fridge, pulling out the bottle of wine they’d both been sharing over the last hour, a dismal serving left sloshing in the bottom.

Teddy rolled her eyes and held her glass out to Sabine as she rested against the counter. “Not the dress darling, although yes I do know it looks great, I’m talking about Will!”. Sabine dumped the wine in her outstretched glass and eyed her cautiously, “What about him?”.

“Don’t you think he’s gorgeous?! I guarantee I can get with him before the end of the night” Teddy took a sip of her wine and grinned. She pulled absentmindedly at a loose thread on the sleeve of her dress, and Sabine stared at her for a moment. There was that jealous feeling again. She squashed it down as hard as she could, pleading for it not to return.

“Well... Yeah, I agree he’s attractive, but is he your type? Doesn't he have a girlfriend?” she asked, turning back and rifling through the fridge for a new bottle to open. “My type? You know I don’t have a type Sab, I just like whoever I like. And where did you get the idea he has a girlfriend from?”. Sabine poured herself a glass out of the new bottle she’d found and took a large gulp as she looked at Teddy and forced a smile on her face. "I guess I just assumed he did, y'know a good looking guy like that, they usually have girlfriends". Sabine knew better than to piss Teddy off, especially at her own house party, and she wasn't going to do it over a guy either.

Teddy narrowed her eyes slightly at Sabine, she folded her arms and sighed loudly, "Nope, no girlfriend. I already asked Benny when they all arrived. Anyway, you're supposed to be agreeing with me and remembering that I'm beautiful". They both giggled at that and Sabine crossed over to stand next to her, wrapping her arm round her waist as they watched the party through the glass panes in the kitchen door.

“Fair enough then, how well do you know him?” Sabine asked.

“I don’t, Benny said he never brought him over before because he didn’t want me pouncing on him. His words, not mine” Teddy tutted. Teddy had almost made it a habit in her younger years to go through most of Benny's friends, and he hadn’t been exactly happy when he’d found out just how many. Nowadays Benny didn't introduce anyone to Teddy if he could help it.

"Do you have a plan or are you going to be your usual charming self?"

"My usual charming self is all I need darling"

Teddy winked at her and raised her glass, Sabine raised her own and clinked it against hers, "Here's to you then, the woman with no plan".

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Teddy had finally ditched her to find Will and left Sabine to her own devices. She'd found herself in the midst of too many people for her liking, clutching her wine like it was a life vest. Teddy’s house was packed with people, each room was practically filled, and it was so loud Sabine couldn’t hear herself think. She looked at her watch and found it was only around ten minutes to midnight, and a wave of relief washed over her. Soon enough she could slip away unnoticed and go home, all she really wanted was to crawl into bed and sleep.

She made her way from the living room to the kitchen, slowly shuffling past people, her attempts to ask for room to move drowned out by the music. She plucked her coat from a peg on the wall and headed out the back door, shrugging it on as she did so. There were a handful of people chatting on the patio as Sabine shut the door behind her, and she made her way down the garden path to the old chairs that had been set out on the grass. They surrounded a small firepit that had almost burned out, some of the embers still faintly glowing orange. Good enough, she thought, and the best part was nobody else was around.

The temperature outside had dropped a few degrees and was now close to freezing, Sabine pulled one of the woollen blankets that had been draped over the chairs onto her lap. She pulled her cigarettes and lighter from her coat pocket and stuck one in her mouth, as she raised the lighter and went to flick her thumb across it, she remembered how it had refused to work hours before and let out a quiet growl of frustration.

She debated heading back inside but she couldn't stomach the mere idea of it, she'd rather sit in the cold and watch the party goers illuminated by the floodlights that Teddy had originally thought wouldn't be bright enough. How wrong she'd been, as the entire garden was now lit up for everyone to see.

We've got to stop meeting like this” came a voice echoing through the dark from the patio. Sabine looked up to find Will grinning at her as he made his way over. She smiled as he finally came to a stop in front of her, he held up his own lighter and shook it slightly. “Are you in need of my assistance again?” he quipped.

Sabine patted the chair next to her, “As it happens, yes, I am. Please, sit”. He sat as instructed and passed her the lighter as he dug through his coat pockets for his own cigarettes. “How’s your night been so far?” she queried, lighting the cigarette between her lips. He placed one of his own in his mouth as Sabine offered the lighter back, lighting it quickly and taking a drag as he looked back at her. “It’s been alright I guess, I’m not a huge party guy but it’s pretty nice out here”. They stared at one another for a moment and a small smile made its way onto Sabine’s face before she took another drag of her cigarette. How can one persons eyes be so blue she thought, surely it had to be the ridiculous floodlights.

"Anyway, I’m being rude. I haven’t asked how your nights been. Are you hiding out here or just having a breather?” he asked. Sabine sighed lightly and sank back into her chair, “I think this could probably be classed as hiding, I didn’t want to come tonight and I’ve been trying to not make that seem obvious” she answered, taking a sip from her glass. “Ahh so you’re a New Years hater” Will laughed gently.

“Yeah I am, I’ve never had a good New Years and it’s made me loathe the whole thing”

“I’m sure that can be changed”. Will gazed at her, settling back into his chair.

Sabine eyed him again in silence, the distant laughter of the other party goers filling the air around them. She took one last inhale and tossed the butt of her cigarette into the firepit, rubbing her hands together for a hint of warmth. Will pulled the sleeve of his jacket up a notch and looked at his watch, his cigarette hanging from his slightly parted lips.

“Come on” he held out a hand to her and waited.

“What?”

He wiggled his fingers slightly, “Come on, there’ll be fireworks any minute and the view from here is crap”. Sabine laughed at him, “Did you forget the part where I told you I hated New Years?”.

“And did you forget I told you that could be changed?”

Will raised his eyebrow slightly and waited for her response. Sabine tentatively placed her hand in his and nodded at him, “I won’t promise to enjoy myself though, just so you know”. Will chuckled and squeezed her hand, “At least I can say I tried”.

They stood and abandoned the blankets on their chairs, and Will began to lead the way. The far end of the garden sloped upwards, and a set of stone stairs had been laid to the top many years ago. At the top of the hill there was an old metal bench, rusting and mostly forgotten, surrounded by viburnum shrubs which had just begun their winter bloom.

They walked along hand in hand, up the garden path and stone steps until they reached the bench atop the hill, there was the faint sound of premature fireworks in the distance as they sat on the bench.

Will looked at his watch again, “Okay, you have exactly one minute to prepare to enjoy yourself”. Sabine crossed her arms and leant back against the bench, “Whatever you say” she replied, and they grinned at each other. Others were also making their way to the hill for a better viewing point, but Sabine hardly noticed as they slowly flooded the area, instead she kept stealing glances at Will as he sat watching the night sky.

Someone in the crowd started a countdown and a chorus of voices joined in, as they finally reached one several loud bangs suddenly rang out, and the sky was plastered with colourful glittering showers. Sabine raised her face to watch as further explosions were launched from the neighbouring gardens, the hilltop crowd murmuring in appreciation.

Sabine was so engrossed in the display she’d momentarily forgotten Will was with her, she turned to say something to find he wasn’t watching the display but instead watching her with a lopsided grin on his face. “You can admit you’re enjoying yourself y’know”.

She grinned at him and glanced back at the ever-changing lights above them, “I can’t admit that just yet, it hasn’t even finished”. Will laughed and ran his hand across the stubble on his neck, “Okay okay, you’ve got me on a technicality there”.

They sat in contented silence for a few minutes, the people around them gradually filtering off as the fireworks began to slow. Sabine turned to Will again, “Thank you for this, I’ve had a marginally better night than I expected to”. He took her hand from her lap and kissed it gently, Sabine’s eyes widened slightly as she was scoured her brain for a response. Will suddenly looked embarrassed and hurriedly dropped her hand, he turned away and stared at the ground.

“I’m sorry, I.. I don’t know why I did that. Sorry, we barely know each other” said Will, he fidgeted with the sleeve of his coat and his jaw clenched as Sabine watched him. Sabine sat staring at him for what felt like far too long, before she reached out and turned him back towards her. There was silence between them as they locked eyes. Sabine couldn’t contain herself any longer and the crushing urge to kiss him overwhelmed her, she leant in and pressed her lips to his. Will hesitated for only a second before he slipped his arm around her waist and pulled Sabine closer, his other hand found it’s place at the nape of her neck, like it had always belonged there. Sabine felt almost drunk from lust as their lips crashed together, Will’s scent was intoxicating, and spiced amber mixed with tobacco filled her head. His beard gently scratched her lips but she didn't care, he was already fulfilling the insane hunger she felt for him in that moment and she couldn't get enough.

A small moan escaped her when Will tugged gently on her bottom lip with his teeth, he gave her a final gentle kiss before pulling back to look at her.

Sabine had to remind herself to breathe as she found she'd momentarily forgotten.

"Happy New Year" Will whispered, brushing his thumb along her jaw, his eyes locked on her lips.

"I should fucking think so" she whispered back.

#triple frontier fic #will miller #will ironhead miller #triple frontier #charlie hunnam #will miller smut #will miller x female oc #personal #jemma writes fic #I FEEL SICK POSTING THIS HAHAHA

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Made a post for everyone who wanted to see this 🫡

Taglist: @gaylightisminetocommand, @the-arson-author-gamer, @figureitoutinthemorning, @lets-zofifi-stuff

So I said it was about 2K, right? Thinking it might be around 2.5K at best?

I was wrong. This is 3.5K currently lmao.

Blood in the Dungeon:

Today was the worst day of your entire life, and you’ll never be the same. It started out fine. There was hardly anything going on in the village, so you stayed inside your little house with your son. It had been five days since he’d eaten, and he should have been hungry. You said it aloud as a query when he didn’t bring it up, stroking his head. He glanced up at you, not moving his muzzle from your lap. He softly said that he was fine through your bond, and that was such obvious bullshit you immediately answered that it’s been five days. Your dragon’s expression grew sheepish before his wings fluttered in a shrug. “I can wait.” “Why do you want to wait?” You responded, leaning down to gently kiss your son’s forehead. He savored the contact even more than usual, and you wondered why. “I just…” he sighed, moving closer when you pulled away, pressing his muzzle against your stomach. “I feel like something bad will happen if I leave.” You hummed sympathetically, cupping his cheek. You would have gone with him if you could, of course, but Cleansing Tide was coming. You weren’t feeling your best, to say the least. Cramps came and went to remind you of this damned monthly event, but you could be grateful that you hadn’t started bleeding yet. “I haven’t had any visions,” you murmured. You were stating the obvious, but your son needed reassurance, so it didn’t matter. “Nothing is going to happen while you’re gone. I’ll be fine. We’ll both be fine.” Those words aged as badly as spoiled milk. You sensed Kenna’s magical signature coming closer, at the same time as Charlie heard her footsteps approaching the door. For a moment, neither of you moved, but then Charlie stood, stretching. Your familiar’s muscles were tense despite the action, and you reached up to pet his neck after standing. “It’s just Kenna,” you told your son, whose agitation only got worse. Your dragon growled softly, red eyes alternating between gazing at you and the door. “Something’s wrong,” he finally whispered, bending his head to rest it against your chest. “Why is she here?” “For a visit.” You ran his fingers through the soft fur, scratching his head. “Shh.” A knock made you both look up. Charlie turned to lean into you a little longer, purring softly to calm himself. “We’ll be all right,” you repeated, softly, and you thought it was true, were sure it was then. No one would hurt either of you here. It was all lies.

You separated, but not without giving your baby one last kiss on the forehead. Then you both walked downstairs, you laying a gentle hand on your dragon’s side like so many times before. Kenna smiled at both of you when you opened the door. You were both glad when she stopped treating your son differently, realizing that he was just showing affection in the ways he knew how like you told her. Her long brown hair was fully down and spilling down her back, and she was wearing a red dress that fit her body well. You both wondered if there was some kind of special occasion happening, sharing a mental moment of confusion, but when you asked aloud, she just laughed. “Can’t I wear this because I want to?” “It’s far different than what you usually wear,” you said carefully, not wanting to accidentally be insulting. Her entirely yellow eyes glittered in the sunlight, mirth and something else dancing in them.“It is, isn’t it?” You nodded and patted Charlie’s shoulder, sure that nothing bad would happen with her here. No one wanted to get on the wrong side of an eight-foot-tall orc, after all. Kenna noticed the affection, and Charlie’s agitation would have been incredibly clear to anyone who knew him. “Is something wrong?” She asked curiously, eyes going between the two of you. “Charlie’s hungry, and I’m not feeling my best at the moment.” You didn’t say that he feared leaving you, because you wouldn’t sell him out like that. Your son gave you a grateful glance, and you gave him a small smile in return, even if his fear was obvious to anyone with eyes. “Why would anything bad happen?” She inquired of Charlie, posing it as a question you weren’t supposed to answer. Your dragon faltered. “I… I don’t know. They’re foolish thoughts.” “No, they’re not,” you said softly, stroking him again, and Kenna’s face grew alarmed for a second out of the corner of your eye. But when you turned back to her, it was gone. Charlie looked between the two of you, evaluating. After a few moments, he came to the same conclusion that you did. “Would you… keep him safe?” He asked Kenna, who nodded and smiled. “Of course.” He still hesitated even with that knowledge, before leaning down to bump his head against yours. “I’ll be back soon,” he promised. You smiled, reaching up to stroke his cheek. “I know. I love you.” “I love you too.” He moved away, and Kenna stepped back to give him space. His giant wings spread after he gave you one last glance, then he was gone with a gust of wind. You watched him fade away for a moment before inviting Kenna inside. “Are you not feeling well?” She inquired after sitting across from you. You waved a hand, trying to appear nonchalant, while inwardly hoping she wouldn’t pry further. You are a man. But would others think so, if they knew? “I’m not dying or anything. I’ll be fine in a few days.” She nodded, shifting in her seat as she thought about something. Whatever it was, she didn’t say it yet. Silence settled over you both, and you couldn’t tell if it was comfortable or awkward as she stared off at a wall, nervous. You gave her a small smile when she finally looked back at you, trying to reassure her. She sat up straighter, encouraged as she met your gaze. “I have something to tell you,” she said softly. You nodded, since it was incredibly clear. “What is it?” You asked, dreading her answer, hoping it wasn’t what you thought it was.

But it would explain the dress, her hair, her nervousness. Why she waited until Charlie was gone. But how did she know he was going to leave? She didn’t. She can’t have. It was only a coincidence. “I… I love you.” Her words came out of nowhere. To you. To you. Who knows how long she’d had these thoughts? You froze, any sort of response crashing and setting itself alight, like wood compared to dragon flames. I love you. Your chest hurt. If this was a platonic confession, it would be fine, it would be easy, but it wasn’t. It never was. Kenna waited for you to answer, to reciprocate, more patient than some of the ones before her, but what could you say? The desire in her eyes was all too clear, and… she’d had it this whole time, hadn’t she? Gaining your affections, hoping they’d blossom into romantic feelings, was all Kenna wanted, and you should’ve known. Why did you think she could really be a friend and nothing else? That she’d be different? It was never different. It was never good enough for you to simply be a friend, because that bond was inferior to them, and they always had that ulterior motive. “...What?�� You finally got out, hoping against everything else that said it wasn’t, that it was platonic. “I love you,” she repeated, thinking you hadn’t heard, more confident the second time. She looked at your face, into your eyes, seeing what you couldn’t say. “You don’t feel the same way.” You slowly nodded, feeling terrible even though you shouldn’t have. You’d never felt attraction for anyone at all, and you still didn’t understand why everyone focused so much on romance and sexual relations. The sheer thought disgusted you, had since you were young. Most around you were sure it was temporary, that it would be grown out of as you got older, but you never thought so. You whispered otherwise to your baby, who was still so young back then, unable to even eat meat. “No one has ever taken captive of my heart, and no one has filled my thoughts like that. They never will, and if in some- nonsensical way they managed to, you’d always come first.” Charlie knew that it was true, happily snuggling into the warmth of your arms, the embrace that you always, always offered no matter what other feelings reigned. Kenna’s expression shattered as she realized, and you felt even worse. You didn’t want to break her heart, but you couldn’t live a lie. “I love you too,” you whispered, unable to speak any louder. “But as a friend. I’m not… attracted to you.” Silence returned, and this time it was heavy. Then she stood up, fighting back tears, and your heart ached for her despite the reason for her pain. You stood as well, coming closer to her. You wanted to comfort her, lay on a hand on her shoulder, but would she have accepted your touch, your sympathy, when you broke her heart? She looked down at you, and you quietly said “I’m sorry, for what it’s worth.” It’s worth nothing, your brain said helpfully. Your stomach twisted.

“Would you at least let me stay? To honor Charlie?” She asked after more silence. You nodded, words failing you. This was insufferable, and you didn’t know what to do. She liked tea, so maybe you could salvage this by making her a cup. “I can make some tea,” you offered aloud. “No, let me do it,” she immediately answered. “Since… you don’t feel well.” You nodded a second time, because nausea suddenly gripped you, another sign of the damned Cleansing Tide. You sat down again, resisting the urge to put your head in your hands so she wouldn’t worry. A part of you selfishly missed your baby, wishing he was here to be a comforting presence. Kenna’s footsteps alerted you to her company. When you looked up, she held out a cup towards you, a second one in her other hand. “Thank you,” you said softly, taking it. You took a sip, hoping that relief from the nausea would come soon. She sat down across from you, a small smile forming on her face, and maybe, just maybe, things would be all right. You could still be friends. You could still live here. You finished the tea in a few minutes, setting the cup down in your lap. Exhaustion was settling into your bones even though you hadn’t even done anything today, hadn’t started bleeding yet. You wished Charlie was here for a second time, but you wouldn’t be selfish enough to take him away from his food. Maybe you could reach him through your bond, see how he was faring. Or… maybe not. If your voice sounded too different, then your baby would notice, and worry, and come back before he’d finished eating. You thought about it for a few minutes more before your mind strayed to Kenna. Had she told anyone else about her love for you? Or had she held it closely to her chest, and no one else knew? You wouldn’t ask about that, but you could say something else. “I won’t tell Charlie if you don’t want me to,” you murmured, breaking yet another spell of silence. She seemed surprised, but she had to know by now that you told Charlie everything, and he returned the favor. She thought about it for a moment before nodding. “Thank you.” You smiled at her, trying not to show your tiredness. She noticed, though, and asked if you were feeling all right. “I’m fine,” you muttered in response. Your eyelids suddenly felt heavy, and your mind felt as listless as your body. “I don’t… know what’s wrong with me.” “I thought you said you were fine,” Kenna told you, voice sounding so far away. Your head drooped against your will… Soft but giant hands cupped your face… The world went black.

You woke up slowly. Your mind still felt like fog had entered it, but you knew one thing: You weren’t home. Dread pooled in your stomach, settling there as you did your best to scan your surroundings. You squinted in the dim torchlight, hoping your eyes would adapt quickly. You were in a dungeon. The pungent smell of urine and feces made you cough, your nose wrinkling in disgust. It might have been what woke you. You forced the panic that threatened to drown you in its ocean down. It refused to leave entirely, making your body hot, but at least you could somewhat focus. You began attempts to think, asking yourself several questions that could have led to how you got here. Why were you being held captive in the first place? Who were your captors? They know you, the voices said, unbidden, but you brushed them off. Who would know you and want to capture you? Everyone in Silkmoor was a friend. Unable to figure that out yet, you tried to look over yourself. You were sitting down, in chains, wrists and ankles both shackled to the wall. You still had all your clothing, your necklace still rested against your chest, and along with your earrings, your tongue piercing was still in. Your staff, though, which you wore as a ring on your left middle finger, was gone. They must have known it was your weapon. But how? They know you, the voices repeated. They’ve seen your staff in its true form. Oh, be quiet, you responded, even if it never really worked. You could piece everything together after you escaped, which would be easy. You accepted the fact that the fog in your mind wasn’t going away yet, casting a spell to break away your chains. Nothing happened. You tried again, confused. You tried a third time, and it still yielded the same results.

Was it from whatever made you unconscious? Or did you have magic suppressants on somewhere? The chains seemed normal, but they were the only thing that the suppressants could be, weren’t they? Your earrings, you suddenly thought, understanding. It had to be them. A chill ran down your spine when you realized you were cut off from your domain. If you were anyone else, you would have been useless from your magic being taken, but otherwise fine. But you weren’t. Some had said you were made of magic even though they didn’t know your divine nature, and you shuddered to think of what this would do to you, how it would hurt you. They didn’t know you were the god of magic. Would it have changed anything if they did? It might have, or it might have made things even worse, because of the knowledge that they could hurt you so easily. Maybe you would never know. A sudden ache in your chest, in what felt like your very heart, took you by surprise, and you knew what it meant. Charlie was gone. Panic rose again, making your breaths harsh and sharp as your heart pounded. “Charlie?” You called through your bond, not wanting anyone to hear your voice. “Sweetheart, where are you? Are you all right?” Was he captured too? Was he still hunting? Did he know you’d disappeared yet? Was he looking for you? Time passed, and your baby didn’t answer, making you feel ill. What if he was unconscious from the same thing? You would’ve kept worrying if not for the sudden footsteps alerting you to someone’s presence. Your brow furrowed as you listened, because you could swear that you… recognized them, but that didn’t make sense. Did it? Either way, with a little bit of luck, they would at least release you from the suppressants if you acted like the perfect, docile captive. When their guards were lowered, you could escape, find your baby, stitch the events together, and forget this ever happened. Taking a deep breath, you prepared yourself for the stranger you’d have to face.

Kenna stepped out of the shadows instead, and she didn’t seem to notice the stench down here. “Kenna?” You asked, hope rising in your chest. She was here to rescue you, and you could recover from this mental fog, bathe and wash your clothes once you got home. Maybe she even knew how Charlie was faring. But… how did she find you so quickly? She was still wearing her red dress, so not very much time had passed. And how did she already take care of your captors? The cold expression on her face as she walked closer took you aback. She only watched you rather than do anything to help, her eyes wandering down the chains holding you captive. “Kenna?” You repeated, another chill running down your spine. She did this. No. No, she couldn’t have. We were right about your captor knowing you, the voices answered. That’s how they knew your ring is your weapon. She’s seen you use it. She’s seen you fight. No, she wouldn’t. She wouldn’t. She isn’t surprised to see you captive. Of course she knows I’m captive, idiots. She came down here. She stared at you silently, watching the different emotions flickering across your face. You resented your expressiveness for a moment, wishing you could hide under a layer of indifference. “Why did you do this?” You asked quietly, grief and betrayal joining the ache in your chest. You could be wrong, but… Your friend smiled, but it was predatory instead of kind. “That was quick,” she replied, almost seeming proud. “If you keep figuring out things at that speed, this could get boring.” You glared at her, attempts to ignore the ache in your chest futile. Someone else betrayed you, but it was fine. It was fine. You still had your son. …Wherever he was. “Where’s Charlie?” You questioned, anger burning hot and bright alongside everything else. “If you touch a single feather of his-” “Are you really in a position to be making threats?” She interrupted, pointedly looking down at your chains with a smug smile. You wanted to punch it off her face.

More footsteps echoed throughout the dungeon, and it sounded like multiple pairs of feet. Mordecai and Ella appeared, holding hands, and a little bit of hope returned. Maybe they would save you, turn against Kenna. Maybe they didn’t know. That was shattered when Mordecai let go of his wife’s hand and stepped closer, casually leaning against the bars as he watched you. He didn’t say anything, but a little smirk played at his lips, and you hated it. Why were they all being so patronizing? They were your friends. Or… you thought they were. You glowered at him, refusing to hope any more. Finally, he spoke. “Do you know why you’re here, Merlin?” Confused, you just stared at him. Had you accidentally disobeyed some command in the village? They’d loved you. They’d loved your baby. What had you done wrong? “No?” He asked, voice mocking. “Do you need a hint?” He turned to look at Kenna, who was still staring at you, and you wondered what that meant. Was… was this all because you rejected her? Because you didn’t love her in the way she wanted you to? “Is this some sort of joke?” You spat, fury rising again. “You kidnapped me because I didn’t want to court Kenna?” His calm demeanor disappeared, and he slammed his hand against the bars, startling you. “Don’t act so innocent,” he angrily answered. “Do you really think we haven’t heard the rumors?” “What rumors?” You asked quietly, dreading the answer. Mordecai shook his head in disbelief, stepping back before producing a key from his pocket to open the cell. “We’ll get it out of you one way or another.” Fear made your heart pound, and you desperately tried to contact your son again. “Charlie, sweetheart, please answer me. Please.” The door opened with a sharp clang. He walked in alongside Ella, coming up behind you to unhook your chains from the wall. “Stand up,” he said roughly, and you only obeyed because you feared the consequences of not. Your head swam, bile rising in your throat. You tried to force the panic down as they took hold of your arms, pushing you forward. The nausea could be explained by the suppressants if they looked at you and asked. It’s fine. They won’t know. You’re wearing all black. They only way they’d know is- You couldn’t finish the thought, feeling even worse. Your chains dragged along the floor as you walked, the sound grating in your ears. You didn’t ask where you were, or where they were taking you. You refused to let them hear the terror in your voice, and you would find out soon enough.

#joy’s writing #the king of the nameless #tkn oneshots #blood in the dungeon #my ocs #merlin ambrosius #tkn merlin #charlemagne ambrosius #otp: i am not leaving you. i am never leaving you.#kenna asheworthe #mordecai clifton #ella clifton

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