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karaeilish · 2 days ago

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hi! could u write y/n calling billie another girls name while making out to prank her, but billie gets all possesive and fucks her dumb with the strap telling her to scream her name

⌗ WRONG, SLUT ━━ b. eilish

꩜ pairing & au :: fuckboy!billie x fem!reader

꩜ GENRE :: smut .

꩜ SYNOPSIS :: you need to be careful with pranking your girlfriend. especially when she knows how to tie tight knots. . .

꩜ WARNINGS :: smut . degradation . strap (r receiving) . mean!billie . tying up . rough sex . brat!reader . bil slapping r . red flag (?) billie . ꩜ WORD COUNT :: 1,5k

꩜ A/N — PLEASE . don’t copy & steal my works AND my layouts . m doing everything by myself and m not giving you any rights 🤍

billie was an absolute piece of shit. always. no matter how much you said 'i can fix her', no matter how much you tried to explain to her while she was high or drunk, nothing worked. every attempt was in vain, every time she would hang around other girls, courting them as if she could find someone better, more beautiful or more interesting than you. you both knew the answer to that question, she just couldn't get rid of the desire to own everyone, crawling to you on her knees the next day like a lost puppy. no matter how much she wanted it, you had no choice but to take her back, listening to her promises not to do it again.

and billie got used to your compliance, used to you always playing the 'good girl' and letting her do all the shit she does. she liked to have it all at once, everyone she wanted, while having you by her side, always forgiving. always too lenient with her. but no nerves are made of steel. at some point you got tired of putting up with her shit. you just had to… teach her a lesson. there was no grand plan of revenge from action movies or anything like that in your head, just a harmless prank that you knew would make her flare up.

and despite her behavior, billie took you very seriously, even too seriously. you can't be too nice, too friendly, too talkative with some strangers and not only strangers. she was possessive, she was jealous, she claimed you in front of everyone, although she knew she had no right to it. she acted like a complete idiot and continued to be a fucking child, throwing tantrums every time your hand touched someone’s shoulder.

you argued, quarreled, broke dishes, screamed in an attempt to admit that your opinion was right, but her only fucking argument was always — 'you're fucking mine. no one dares touch you, think about you, desire you, is that clear, darling? i don't care what you want'

your knees just buckled, your tongue went numb, and your body fell back into her arms, onto her cock.

you were her weakness, and she was yours. it was an unbearable tight circle, but that gave you an advantage —you knew her weakest spot, you knew where to hit her hardest to get her mad, so…

"hey, brit, can you—" you don't have time to finish your sentence. billie's eyes are instantly torn from the screen of her phone, her attention completely on you. you can almost feel her heart pounding in her chest.

“what did you just say?” her gaze could almost burn through your skin with its intensity. almost. you look at her so innocently it makes her teeth ache. trying to play the part.

“what? i was gonna ask you to get me some water.” you keep a calm face, raising one eyebrow as if you have no idea what caused her to react so strongly.

“don’t play with me, baby.” billie leans closer to you, squinting, her blue eyes darkening, reminding you of the depths of the pacific ocean. her fingers touch your chin, not squeezing, just letting you feel the pressure of her presence. “y'know that’s not my name.”

you laugh, pulling away from her demonstratively; trying to press even harder.

“since when ‘billie’ isn’t your name? go get your ears cleaned if you can't hear well" the words fall like sticky venom from your lips, accompanied by a caustic wink as you stand up from the couch, throwing your hair back dramatically. as soon as your feet hit the floor, billie is in front of you with inhuman speed, intercepting your hand, thick fingers squeezing your wrist with enough force that you feel her cold rings digging into your skin.

"fine, you want to be a brat? i'll treat you like one" she hisses somewhere against your cheek, her hot breath igniting a raging fire inside you.

"what's wrong with you, brit, i was just—" a lightning-fast slap cuts through the air, landing painfully on your cheek. nothing really cruel, but it quickly made you shut your mouth.

billie doesn't say a word. her nails dug into your wrist as she broke and pulled you towards the bedroom, not particularly gentle as she tossed you onto the large, soft bed. her glance gave you enough reason not to try and question it as she rummaged through the nightstand, and somehow, you knew immediately what she was looking for.

the strap landed on the bed. deep red, huge, thick, veins drawn along its enticing length. it was the largest in your ‘modest’ collection. all the words choked in your throat, remaining buried in your head.

“turn over. on your stomach.” when billie spoke in that tone, the only thing you could understand was that she wasn’t asking. she was commanding. this was not the moment to try to piss her off even more, but she deserved it. deserved to be mad at you, deserved to feel like she wasn’t the only woman in your life. you stay still. silent. sitting and looking at her.

billie meets your gaze. wild. the rope in her hands can tell you so much more than any words. and no matter how much you don’t want it, her strength is several times greater than yours.

she throws heather next to her, her calloused hands wrap around your waist, with a sharp movement turning you over onto your stomach. you resist, trying to turn over, but the force with which she holds you…

"lie still, slut. you wanted this, didn't you? no point in denying it now" her rough voice suddenly touches your ear, teeth grazing over sensitive skin. "say 'no' and i'll stop"

you remain silent.

she acts.

"that's what i thought" billie grins. grins because she knew for a fact that sometimes you wanted nothing more than her cock buried in your greedy cunt until you had her fucking baby.

the thick rope seems like the perfect weapon in her hands as she wraps a section around the headboard, then roughly grabs your hands one by one and ties them so tightly you want to cry.

"you have nowhere to run, princess" her hands are now on your stomach, forcing you to lift your torso off the bed, giving her a perfect view of your ass in those damn short shorts that was in the corner of the room in seconds. along with your soaking wet panties.

"fuck, are you wet already? after i slapped you, mm?" her palm lands on your ass with a loud slap, making you scream loudly, pulling the ropes until it hurts pleasantly. "or after i took you by force, like a cheap whore?"

all the existing billie right now is leaking poison, contempt, anger, which can only be cured in one way. by destroying you and your angelic body.

you whine, pouting, as if that can somehow help in your situation. as if something will save you from her wrath. no. from behind you you hear the sounds of a belt unbuckling, of it coming out of all its loops, falling onto the bed. billie unbuttons her baggy jeans, not even taking them off all the way. just pushes her boxers down, deftly securing the strap to her hips.

"time to learn to spell my name, doll" she spits on her hand, smearing it all over her cock, moaning so sweetly that you can almost believe that she feels it.

a hand on your throat, squeezing, choking, while she pushes into you, almost gently, giving you half a second to get used to her size. your pussy stretches around her thick strap, mouth opening, letting the long-awaited moans fly from your lips.

"so who's this slut whose name are you calling me by?" her hips suddenly start moving, not letting you get used to her pace, which within seconds had the headboard slamming against the wall. her hips slapped against yours, her fingers tightening around your throat.

"answer me, bitch" billie slaps you again, alternating them with cutting off your oxygen.

you struggle, you wanna make her suffer and wonder, like you did, but she's too, too deep in your tummy for you to even try to resist.

"n—nobody! just you!" there was barely a shred of self-respect left in your voice, the tip of her strap hitting your cervix with every damn thrust. billie smirks. of course, you're too loyal to look at anyone but her.

"just me, doll?" pause. long, painful. "then scream my name like an obedient little slut"

you whine. this is too much. she's too big inside you. you can't resist anymore.

"billie…!"

"louder"

"billie!"

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sewer-sermon · 19 hours ago

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"please learn that your suffering isn't real and also you're just being hysterical and stupid lol. take a joke lol. i love women and definitely don't have internalized hatred against them to work through". embarrassing as fuck. transmisandry is still misogyny you can't love women and hate trans men at the same time. and i don't wanna hear no fuckin "oh so you think trans men are just women?" because that's the furthest fucking thing from the words coming out of my mouth rn. i call it like it is because i am not OUT to ANYONE i know in real life. i am A WOMAN to everyone but the buttfuck idiots on this website, i KNOW WHAT MISOGYNY LOOKS LIKE because I DEAL WITH IT EVERY FUCKING DAY. telling me a) that the suffering i experience isn't real, and then b) that i just need to learn to "take a joke" and that nothing is "that serious" is exactly what a cis man would've said to me if i was arguing about facing misogyny as a woman. you cannot performatively pretend to care about one kind of misogyny and then turn around and kick sand in the face of another form of it because you think it'll make women like you more. that's not actually having a moral backbone, that's being a dumb piece of shit who just wants to look like a good person without doing any of the hard work

spotted some infighting in the cis community... apparently a lot of the men there have some really nasty views on cis women!

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manmuncher777 · 2 days ago

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Canon Suguru + thigh riding? I miss thigh riding fics man :(

Nonnie I couldn’t agree more. I will always be a whore for thigh riding, it’s so underrated. I used to see loads of it, but it’s dying out 😔 saw this and had to write it instantly. I hope you enjoy x

RIDE IT!

Suguru Geto x reader smut MDNI 18+

“Come on, baby. Don’t be shy now.”

Suguru’s voice is low and syrup-slick, sitting like sin on your ears as he leans back on the couch, legs spread wide, shirt undone. One hand rests behind his head, flexing every cut of his tattooed bicep. The other? Lazily gripping your waist as you straddle one thick thigh, fully clothed but drenched.

“You said you wanted to feel better, didn’t you?” he smirks, watching you already squirm against him. “So ride it.”

His jeans are soft and worn, but you’re grinding down like the friction is heaven, your soaked panties leaving dark stains on the fabric. Your hands are on his chest, trying to find some kind of rhythm — but he doesn’t help. He just watches. Watches as your hips twitch forward again, and again.

“Shit… look at that.” His voice drops an octave, sharp with cruel amusement. “Didn’t even need to do anything. You’re already soaking me, baby.”

His thigh flexes under you — just once — and you gasp, eyes fluttering shut.

“Ohhh— Suguru—”

He chuckles, mock sympathy dripping from every syllable. “Poor thing. That desperate already? Just from riding my thigh like a filthy little pillow princess?”

You’re breathing harder now, legs shaking from the drag of your swollen clit against the seam of his jeans. His hand grips your waist tighter, guiding you just enough to watch you rut like an animal.

“Bet you like that it’s my thigh, huh? Makes it worse.” His hand slips down your back, down to your ass, palming it roughly. “Knowing I could fuck you dumb right now if I wanted. But instead I’m just lettin’ you make a mess all over me like a needy fuckin’ toy.”

Your thighs are trembling, core aching, slick gushing with every roll of your hips — your head drops onto his shoulder, a moan breaking out as you try to hide in his neck.

But he’s not having it.

“Uh-uh. Don’t you dare hide, baby.” Suguru grabs your chin, makes you look him dead in the eyes as you grind harder — face hot, eyes glassy, your mouth slack with desperation. “You wanted this. Wanted to fuck yourself on me like a cockdrunk whore? Then let me see it.”

His thigh tenses again, right under you — you almost scream. The pressure is perfect. Insane. Your nails dig into his shoulder.

“‘M gonna— fuck—”

“Gonna cum from my thigh?” He’s grinning, eyes lidded, dark and proud. “God, you’re so fucking easy. Can’t wait ‘til I have you crying on my cock next.”

That does it. Your body tenses, then breaks apart on a filthy, shaking orgasm, grinding frantically as you fall apart right on his leg.

He just watches with a slow exhale, his hand smoothing up your spine, murmuring low against your ear:

“That’s it, pretty girl. Look at you. Fuckin’ made for me.”

Then his thigh flexes again — and your whole body twitches.

“…Oh, we’re not done. You didn’t think I’d let you get away with just one, did you?”

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batsandbirdbrains · 2 days ago

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I keep coming back to the idea of Dick (in a Batman never joins the Justice League AU) having a little lead capsule implanted into a tooth with a shard of Kryptonite in it. That way if Superman or any of his ilk try to save kidnap him from Batman, he just has to pop the crown off and bite.

But can we picture the comedy potential if Dick, as Nightwing, does join the Justice League in this sort of scenario? The JL have only ever briefly met Batman when their missions take them to Gotham and he chases them out. They have no idea the Robins exist, or that Nightwing has any connection to him at all.

And at one of the first meetings Nightwing attends, Superman pauses, then turns towards their newest member.

“Nightwing? Do…do you have kryptonite on you?”

Because Superman has been able to sense it the whole time, just barely, just enough to know it’s there, and he realizes it started when Nightwing walked it on the room.

“Oh, yeah.”

He says it so nonchalantly, like it’s no big deal. He just sort of shrugs, leaning back in his chair. And everyone in the room slowly turns towards him. Holy shit. Did they let a villain join their club?

“…Why?”

“In case you try to kidnap me.”

Then Nightwing sits up straighter, an embarrassed look on his face. It just slipped out. It was something that had been drilled into him since he was an itsy bitsy Robin running around Gotham rooftops. He has a kryptonite capsule in one of his teeth. Batman put it there after he found the electrum tooth (Dick had been 9, the Court of Owls made themselves known to Batman and Robin pretty much right after Bruce adopted Dick). Bruce figured since Dick needed a new crown on that tooth anyway, they may as well make use of it like the Court of Owls tried to.

But now every single JL member is looking at him with concern, but it’s no longer because they think he’s a villain. It’s because they can’t figure out why this young, established hero would be afraid of Superman kidnapping him.

“Is that something you’ve been concerned about?” Superman asks, and Dick feels so bad now because Superman is looking at him like he kicked his puppy.

“Well not lately!” Dick tries to tell him. “It’s not really me anyway, I always thought you were super cool, you’ve always been my favorite! But my dad is so paranoid, you know? I’ve had it for so long now I sort of forget it’s even there!”

He just keeps digging himself into a deeper hole, and it’s only making everyone else more worried.

“How long have you had it? Wait, where do you have it?” Green Arrow asks.

“Well, I can’t tell you where it is, exactly,” Dick tries to tell him. “B would kill me. But I’ve had it since I was a kid, he was always freaked out one of you would try to snatch me up, and I can hold my own against most of you, but he insisted I have the Kryptonite. Just in case.”

“Your dad isn’t Luthor, is he?”

“Ew, no!” Dick gags. “What sort of sick joke is that?”

“Who is your dad, then?” Superman asks, and there’s several murmurs of agreement with the question. “And how did he get his hands on Kryptonite?”

Dick looks around the room, blinking behind his mask. He’s so confused.

“You…don’t know?”

“Clearly not!” Green Lantern huffs.

Dick giggles, suddenly giddy. He damn near does a little dance in his seat, and then he folds his upper half over the table and cackles.

“He’s so dumb,” he wheezed. “He was so sure you all knew! He was so mean when you invited me to join, too! He said it was just because you knew I was his! Ha!”

“Uh, Nightwing?” Superman calls, stepping closer to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Can you tell us who your dad is?”

Dick sits up straight, and he looks at Superman with a wide grin spread across his face.

“Batman,” Dick says with glee. “Does this mean you didn’t know I was Robin?”

“Like…the bird?” someone asks.

“You don’t know about the Robins?”

“Wait, wait, can we go back to Spooky being his dad?” Green Lantern waves his hands around, turning to glare at Nightwing. “Big and broody is your dad? Are you adopted or something?”

“Yes.”

Hal stammers for a moment, and a few people look uncomfortable, but Green Arrow and Flash are trying so hard to muffle their laughter behind their hands.

“…Oh. Uh. Right,” Hal stutters.

Internally, Dick is completely giddy. Bruce had been so convinced that the Justice League knew about the Robins all along, had been so insistent from the time he first adopted Dick that he knew contingencies on how to take down every other superhero in case they tried to kidnap him. He was convinced that they thought Batman was a terrible father and that they would kidnap Robin, and every additional Robin after him.

“You’re Batman’s son?” Superman asks.

“His oldest, yes.”

“He has more than one?”

“There’s four of us.”

“And you’re all vigilantes?”

“Yep! It’s a family business, really.”

“And he makes you all carry Kryptonite with you? At all times? In case I kidnap you?”

“He’s notoriously paranoid.”

“That…checks out with what we know of him, actually.”

Dick just beams at Superman. The meeting continues, but Dick can hardly pay attention. He’s so looking forward to going home and reporting back to the family that Bruce has been so wrong about something so important for years. It’s going to be so fun to see the look on Bruce’s face.

#dick grayson #justice league #nightwing #batman #asks #fic idea #isolated Batfam

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greatmoldone · 2 days ago

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What I think everyone gets wrong about TF141

By everyone I mean the fandom as a whole

I can tell so many of y'all haven't played the game

Also I do not condone the actions of any of these war criminals. This is just a character study.

John "Bravo 0-6" Price

I guess the biggest pattern for this guy is that he's a cuck. 💀 It's obviously wish fulfillment for smut and not intended to be a character study but like it kinda rubs me the wrong way sometimes.

Also gonna point out the fact that Price tends to be written as 100% correct all the time. Always the good guy who is doing the right thing and I feel like that just undermines the whole point of his character being morally grey. He's willing to do bad things for the greater good from his perspective. That doesn't mean that his perspective is always correct. Don't fall for that propaganda that the series tries to push.

He cares about people more than the politics which is great but don't forget he's fucking ruthless. The first mission of the game you literally see him throw a man in a bomb vest over a railing when he thinks Gaz won't be able to deactivate it in time. Sacrifices for the "greater good." But not that man's greater good. He also threatened a man's family to get information out of him, whether he was bluffing or not. He put the gun in someone else's (Gaz's) hand and left it up to him.

Where are my unreliable narrator fics of him??

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

"UwU softboi" Nah, fam. This man is ANGRY. That's like his character introduction. He's pissed that the people in charge won't let him act. He wants more autonomy to be more aggressive and I've seen him reduced to "good boi Wyll" from Baldur's Gate 3.

I do agree he has a softer side 100%. Gaz's anger comes from a place of compassion. He's tired of watching people die or get hurt when he could have done something. He wants to act first to prevent worse outcomes later. Just look at Clean House. That whole mission is messy with blurred lines of morality but ultimately they feel justified in the end because they stop a worse ending.

But as someone who is also extremely angry, that shit will come out in less than favorable ways. Getting into arguments because you're mad at the situation, blowing up at seemingly small trespasses, etc. It doesn't mean he won't catch himself and correct but let the man get frustrated and angry in your fics please. Also let's be honest when has a military been good about getting their soldiers therapy.

I probably don't even need to address the fact that he's completely overlooked so much. I think we all know the reason for that. Hm.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

I feel like this is the most widespread misunderstanding of a character ngl. It kind of baffles me.

He's not a dark sexy booktok romance archetype. I feel like everyone projects ideas onto him because of the mask?? Something something about a blank canvas.

From what we see in the games, he's sarcastic but focused, a little grumpy but caring enough to distract Soap with dumb ass dad jokes in Las Almas. Like that's such a telling moment for me. Soap is the newest guy in the reboot. He's alone, injured, has no weapon, and is surrounded by enemies that will kill him without hesitation. But Ghost is able to guide him over the radio and coach him in survival while keeping his spirits up with banter.

He complained about Johnny at first but clearly grew to like him so I feel like he's also stubborn, but not entirely prideful. He's a soldier after all, you've gotta ditch that pretty early on or you won't do well. Would absolutely rag on someone to show affection.

He's also loud as fuck. Idk why no one has talked about this. Bro basically yells every voice line except for a few occasions.

He's a bottom but a lot of y'all aren't ready for that conversation.

John "Soap" MacTavish

Golden retriever ADHD personified. Is he a bit goofy at times especially with banter? Yeah, sure but I fail to see where everyone is getting the idea that he's this class clown. Bro is incredibly focused and takes his job seriously because it's literally life or death.

Also where is the idea that he's some feral sex fiend coming from?? I get playing things up for fan service or indulgence or whatever. That's fine, lean into whatever you need to for your fic but I feel like the characterization of him I see the most is this strange collective consciousness of Soap where everyone is building off each other's depictions of him and not based on the character himself.

Ultimately it's fanfiction, people can write what they want. I'm not going to tell you to stop, but these are just patterns I've noticed that can be a lil irritating when I'm trying to find something that feels in-character. Or something that isn't just wish fulfillment porn.

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cryinggirlnamedhelen · 2 days ago

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𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒!

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ; cliches: situations or tropes that happen all the time. but this time, you might actually understand why people love them so much.

𝐟𝐭 ; itoshi rin, itoshi sae

𝐜𝐰 ; gn!reader, swearing, uhhh honestly just pure fluff

𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐑𝐈𝐍 - 𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍

shit.

shitshitshitshitshitshitshit.

you sighed, standing in front of your shoe locker and staring outside. you had stayed late to help out your teachers for a little bit, but now you see the pouring rain outside and that you were absolutely idiotic for deciding to stay behind.

and you had forgotten your umbrella at home too. truly a wonderful day today. your phone was basically dead as well, so you couldn’t even call anyone to pick you up. finally, you grit your teeth, flattened your shirt, and chose the final option.

time to walk back home.

you sighed, stepping out of the school and covering your head with your backpack. this was an ass decision, but no can do. your shoes stepped into puddle after pudding, and you could feel your socks getting wet. gross.

your backpack didn’t help with much, as you could feel raindrops sliding down your face. you almost wanted to scream; no train route went to your neighborhood, and your house would be a painful and rainy 10 minutes away without an umbrella.

you sighed again, ready to sit down and lean against a wall and stay there for the night.

until suddenly, the rain stopped.

actually, it didn’t. you could still smell the dew on plants, and you could still feel the sticky humidity. but now, you could also hear raindrops thumping against a surface. you looked up, and a clear umbrella floated above your head. but more importantly, in front of you stood itoshi rin.

“oh, uh, rin! hi. i didn’t know you stayed behind for school as well.” you stammered. you and rin were classmates, and though you’ve been with each other ever since kindergarten, you weren’t particularly close with him. “soccer practice?”

“yeah.” his curt response was followed by his reddened face. you blinked a few times; why was he embarrassed about it? sure, this was certainly a situation to be in, and you’ve definitely seen a similar situation play out in different romance books or shows before, but you don’t even like each other. it’s not a big deal.

you didn’t know it, but rin was sweating bullets on the inside. did you think this was too much? too stupid of him? he hoped you didn’t get the wrong impression; he liked you and he didn’t want you to think of him as too dumb or too naïve. “you stayed late to help the teachers again.”

it was supposed to be a question, but he worded it like a statement. “i did. but it’s fine.” you replied.

“don’t keep on doing it. i don’t have millions of umbrella for you to spare.” he drawled, forcing the umbrella into your hand and walking away. the rain drenched his dark locks immediately, but he didn’t seem to care.

“wait, rin!” you exclaimed. “you need this too!”

“i don’t. i’m going to shower back home anyways.” his face was nearly a tomato at this point, and he’s never been gladder than his back was facing you. he certainly couldn’t spare you millions of umbrellas, but he hoped to always protect you and your heart from any other pouring rain.

𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐄 - 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐒

you were done with him.

everyone knew that you were hopelessly in love with sae. maybe it wasn’t the best option as one of re al’s managers, but you couldn’t help it. and yet after he literally just ended a match with a spectacular goal, you couldn’t bring yourself to congratulate him or celebrate.

not when a hot interviewer was asking him questions a little too comfortably, and he didn’t back away. were you being petty and misunderstanding? yes. but you didn’t care.

“alright guys, afterparty at the usual bar!” another manager exclaimed. everyone cheered before changing rapidly and getting onto the limousine, ready for another night of hooliganism.

sae sat next to you, and you ignored him, blasting music into your headphones. at your lack of response to him, he glanced at you, but you didn’t spare him a single look.

finally, when you all arrived at the bar, everyone instantly jumped out to harass the bartender with requests for drinks. but instead, you stood in the corner, and finally, when you made sure that everyone was busy, you walked outside for some alone time.

you just didn’t notice that sae was staring at you the entire time.

the november air was cold, and before you realized it, raindrops began to fall on your head. “oh, shit.” you muttered. you should go inside before it began to pour. but before you could, you ran into a stiff figure.

“you’ve been ignoring me.” you don’t need to look up to see that it’s sae. “even now. tell me what’s going on.”

“you don’t need to know.” you muttered, trying to walk past him. he grasped your wrist, gaze unmoving from you. the rain suddenly began to fall like tears after a bad test result. “stop it. leave me alone.”

“i do need to know.” sae muttered. “you’re only ignoring me and no one else. you’re the manager of my team. if this is how you’re going to behave, then you must as well just quit this job.”

“just leave me alone—“

“i won’t.”

“why do you care so much?!”

“because i love you.”

silence.

your eyes widened, your jaw dropped. you tried to find words, but you were already having a hard enough time to register his words. “you…what?”

“i love you. i always have.” sae affirmed. and finally, you realized how stupid you really were for being jealous, when that interviewer stood no chance against you in the first place. sae never lied after all.

and suddenly, the rain stopped, and a rainbow slowly lit itself over your heads.

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bvrnesher · 2 days ago

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can you do an ask game with maybe a few pros and cons of dating the pjo boys and include ethan nakamura please? or how and how well they take care of you when you’re sick? if im asking for too much im sorry and feel free to ignore this!

❝ Pros and Cons ! ❞ ― pjo/hoo boys !

— 💬 a/n: hehe I love this. + i'll definitely do the one about how they would take care of you soon 🤘🏻 ask games opeeeen :D

— 𝒫ercy 𝒥ackson ;; dating him is like rawdogging the ocean: thrilling, emotional, and occasionally deadly.

Pros:

– rides hard for you in every way. holds your hand like he’s proud of it, kisses your cheek like it’s instinct.

– treats you like you’re sacred. deadass. you say "I don't feel pretty today" and he looks at you like you just insulted a sea goddess.

– down SO bad. puts you on his shoulders at the beach, writes your name in the sand, kisses you like it’s a prayer.

– loyal to a delusional degree. protective to the point of stupidity.

– surprisingly soft. lays in your lap, plays with your fingers, whispers “I missed you” like he’s ashamed of it.

– you’ll catch him staring and he won’t even look away. just shrugs like “yeah. you’re hot.”

– randomly blurts “you know I love you, right?” mid-convo. doesn’t even realize he said it out loud.

Cons:

– emotionally bottled-up until there’s yelling or blood involved. then suddenly he’s like “you’re my everything.”

– forgets plans, birthdays, and to text you back—but will remember the exact date you first kissed.

– has too many near-death experiences to process feelings properly. makes trauma jokes and thinks that’s therapy.

– a little reckless. says “trust me” way too much for someone who barely has a plan.

– when you fight, he gets real quiet. not because he’s mad. because he’s scared you’ll leave.

– angry crying. he will yell at you and cry in the same breath.

– impulsive with his love. wants forever, right now, all at once—and it can be a lot.

— 𝒥ason 𝒢race ;; dating him feels like loving a statue that only melts for you. everyone sees perfection—only you know where he breaks.

Pros:

– soft but solid. forehead kisses. opens doors. hand on the small of your back like a prince.

– remembers everything you say. casually brings it up weeks later. “didn’t you like that book? I got it for you.”

– protective in a quiet, unshakable way. He doesn’t start fights—he ends them. efficiently.

– listens. fully. with those devastating blue eyes and that “I’d die for you but also I’m taking notes” look.

– respects you more than he respects himself. says “whatever you want” and means it.

– brings you flowers without making it a thing. says “I saw these and thought of you” with zero drama.

– holds you like you’re sacred. you get forehead kisses, temple kisses, hand squeezes in crowds.

Cons:

– he's a little emotionally dumb. like, tries so hard but sometimes he thinks “i’m fine” counts as vulnerability.

– not good with spontaneity. you’ll say “let’s run away for the weekend” and he’ll ask if he needs to file a leave form.

– his ex is Responsibility. you’re always fighting for attention with his job.

– SO emotionally slow-burn. like you’ll be five months in and he’s just now realizing he’s in love.

– asks “what’s wrong?” but won’t push if you say “nothing.” you have to spell it out.

– overthinks to the point of inaction. wants to do the right thing so badly he sometimes does nothing.

— ℒeo 𝒱aldez ;; dating him is like dating a raccoon with a blowtorch and a heart of gold.

Pros:

– makes you laugh so hard you forget why you were sad.

– builds you weird shit. a jewelry box that purrs. a necklace that glows when he misses you.

– clingy in a cute way. wants to hold your hand constantly. even while fixing things.

– surprisingly soft. falls asleep on your lap, mumbles your name in his sleep.

– sings to you while working. bad voice. 10/10 charm.

– confesses love mid-meltdown. “I swear to the gods, I’d blow up the sun for you. that’s not a threat. it’s a promise.”

– calls you pet names like “babygirl” and “nerdface” with the same amount of affection.

– once built a machine that played your laugh on loop. don’t ask where it is now.

Cons:

– self-worth in the dumpster. flirts to cover it up. you’ll have to teach him he’s lovable.

– will not let you compliment him without deflecting. “you’re so smart” “ok but YOU exist, so.”

– uses humor as armor. you say “you hurt me” and he says “haha same.”

– lowkey runs if things get too real. backpedals out of vulnerability like it’s on fire.

– gets insecure real fast. like “do you think he’s hotter than me?” fast.

– jokes through every serious convo until you’re like “LEO.”

– will accidentally blow something up while trying to be romantic.

— ℱrank 𝒵hang ;; dating him is like dating a soldier with the soul of a golden retriever and the heart of a poet.

Pros:

– insanely respectful. asks before touching you. looks like he wants to marry you every time you smile.

– big strong arms. will carry you to bed if you fall asleep on the couch.

– you cry? he tears up too. instantly.

– always calls to say goodnight. even from battle.

– the kind of guy who brings you soup when you're sick and holds your hair back when you puke.

– loves quietly but devastatingly. folds your blanket over your shoulders, kisses your hand while you sleep.

– softest good morning voice. brings you tea and kisses your shoulder.

– turns into animals for fun. once became a bear to cuddle you because you said you were cold.

Cons:

– shy. like “asks permission to kiss you after dating for a month” shy.

– doesn’t know how to flirt. like at all. his version is “you look… nice. really… face.”

– way too hard on himself. if he thinks he messed up, he shuts down and disappears until you drag him out.

– overthinks everything. “did I hold her hand too long?” no, Frank, hold it longer.

– grandma trauma. feels like he needs to earn love.

– when he gets jealous? baby goes SILENT. will stare down a wall instead of saying he’s upset.

— ℒuke 𝒞astellan ;; dating him feels like kissing the storm right before it hits. thrilling. devastating. unforgettable.

Pros:

– flirt level: dangerous. says “you’re mine” in that voice. touches your waist like he’s memorizing it.

– will absolutely take a knife for you. has. probably.

– smart, confident, knows exactly how to push your buttons—in and out of bed.

– makes you feel like the only person in the world. like he chose you over everything.

– gives you stolen trinkets like “found this. thought of you.”

– flirts like it’s a weapon. smirks, low voice, one hand on your knee.

– can’t help but protect you. even when he’s self-destructing.

– deep down, just wants to be chosen. when you do? he melts.

Cons:

– ghost vibes. disappears into his own head and doesn’t tell you why.

– pushes people away when he’s hurting, which is always.

– loves like it’s a war. intense. consuming. dangerous if you’re not built for it.

– you never know if he’s leaving. and he doesn’t either.

– acts like he doesn’t care to protect you from how much he does.

– loves you in a way that always feels like it’s going to end.

— 𝓔than 𝓝akamura;; dating him is like reaching for something beautiful in the dark—every time you get close, he flinches like you’re a knife.

Pros:

– intense eye contact. stares at you like he’s trying to burn the memory of you into his soul.

– insanely observant. notices when you’re quiet, remembers what you wore on your third date, knows when you’re lying and won’t call you out.

– protective in a vengeful way. doesn’t need credit. just makes sure no one disrespects you twice.

– shows love in action. fixes things before you ask. stays up all night when you’re sick. will sit with you in silence just so you don’t feel alone.

– remembers everything. the way you laugh, the exact words you whispered once, your favorite kind of rain.

– touch-starved but terrifyingly good at loving. he kisses you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. holds you like you’re proof he exists.

Cons:

– emotionally guarded. you’re always trying to peel back layers he won’t give.

– has never, in his life, believed he was truly wanted. you’ll have to remind him. Every. Single. Day.

– pushes you away when he’s scared. and he’s scared a lot.– kinda scary when mad. doesn’t yell—goes silent.

– self-sabotage king. will start a fight just to feel something.

– always looks like he wants to say something. never does.

– refuses comfort. like physically recoils from kindness if he’s not ready.

– always seems like he’s preparing for the worst. like he never really believes you’ll stay.

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breakmeoff · 2 days ago

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Talk Talk

pairing: bang chan x fem!reader

warnings: swearing, mini-angst, miscommunication, fluff, kisses

word count: 1.2k

synopsis: you were about done and frustrated with chan's antics. so, taking matters into your own hands, you set up a bit of a trap (minor, baby trap) to see if he'd take the bait. and once he did? well. you finally convinced him to see the benefits of talking.

note: this is part of ciara's brat summer 2025 writing challenge and is inspired by charli xcx's collab with troye sivan "talk talk".

as always, thanks for reading. :)

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Fifteen minutes or so later, Chan showed up at your door, knocking in quick succession. Still clad in a pair of grey sweats and a plain black tee, you made your way over and opened the door.

"You can't stay long, I've got about 30 minutes til I gotta leave," you said, turning back around as he came inside, shutting the door behind him.

"Wait, can we talk for a minute?" Chan's voice was small, slightly nervous.

"We can talk while I'm getting ready, my curling wand is hot." You hadn't turned around, and just stepped inside your bedroom and the en suite bathroom.

Cautiously following you, Chan meandered over to your bed and sat down on the edge, watching you fidget with a hair clip to section off your long hair. "So, what's on your mind?"

Raking his fingers through his hair, he looked around your space, trying to figure out what to say. "I... I didn't realize you had a date tonight."

Glancing over at him through the corner of your eye, a strand of hair twirled around the hot tool, you lightly shrugged. "Cause you hadn't asked."

"Didn't realize I needed to..." he said softly, and you kept quiet, waiting to see if he was going to work all of this out in his head. "I guess I have a question?"

"Hmm?" You murmured, eyes focused on your hair.

"Is it just me, or is something going on here?"

"What do you mean?"

"With us. You, me, us." Chan gestured between the two of you, still roughly 10 feet away from his position on the bed.

Laughing shortly, incredulously, you paused before replying. "Not to my knowledge?"

"Y/n, I'm being serious."

"So am I, Chan." You replied, resting the curling wand on the counter top with a little more gusto than intended. He startled with the clanging noise.

Turning to face him, you cocked your hip to one side, both hands coming to rest on your hips. "I have no idea what you think is happening here because you won't talk to me."

"I talk to you all of the time!" His brows furrowed in genuine confusion, the volume of his voice increasing just slightly.

"About dumb shit! Like your new soundboard, and the restaurant around the corner that you said had the best bibimbap, or the stupid thing Han said!" Your exasperation of the situation was becoming evident.

"I tell you all of that dumb shit because I want to share those things with you! Like, when I found that new restaurant with the bibimbap because you said it was your favorite food! Or the random rose laying on the ground the other day because it made me think of you! Or the new beat I was messing with on the new soundboard I told you about that I was inspired by YOU to write!"

Your lips parted in surprise, then closed. Shifting your stance, you dropped your hands at your sides and looked at him somewhat dumbfounded, half your hair curled, half still pinned up awkwardly. "Well... why didn't you tell me that?"

"Because I didn't think I had to!" Chan said, slapping his hands down on his thighs. "I thought..." he sighed heavily, shoulders slumping as his gaze shifted down to the floor. "I thought that you knew how I felt about you and that I didn't need to tell you."

"Chris..." you mumbled, taking a few barefooted steps from the bathroom into the bedroom, standing just a few feet from him. "I'm not a mind-reader. If you have something to say then you should just talk to me. Tell me how you feel."

Peaking up at you through his lashes, he parted those big beautiful lips and spoke gently. "I feel like... like I don't want to share you with anyone else."

Taking another step forward, you hesitated, waiting for him to continue. And when he didn't, you tried again. "Why?"

"Because."

"Because why?"

"Because I have feelings for you, damnit!" Chan sat back up straighter, throwing his hands in the air as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "And I thought you had feelings for me!"

"I do," you murmured quietly, taking another step closer.

"...you do?"

Nodding your head, you moved to stand right in front of him, still keeping a tiny bit of distance between you.

"Then why are you going out on a date with someone else?"

You smirked, the corners of your lips inching upwards slyly. "I'm not."

He blinked at you, trying to process your words. "Come again?"

"I'm not going on a date with someone else."

"Then... then what the hell is all of this?" He asked, more confused than ever.

"I needed you to tell me that you had feelings for me, you idiot." You finally closed the minimal gap between you, hands coming to rest on his broad shoulders. "You wouldn't tell me what was going on here and I was tired of waiting for you to open up and talk."

"Evil." He mumbled, tilting his head back to look up at you.

"Look at all of this confusion that could've been avoided had you just chosen to talk to me and say 'Hey Y/n, I like you, let's try this thing out for real.'"

Taking a breath, he sat there, pondering. "I don't know if I should be mad at you for trying to trick me like this..." Slowly, his hands lifted to rest on either side of your waist, keeping you firmly in front of him. "Or relieved, for finally having it out in the open," he said with a heavy, relaxed sigh.

"Let's go with the second one," you smirked, shaking his shoulders lightly in a teasing manner, finally getting him to crack a smile. "But... now if you don't mind, I have a date to get ready for tonight so can you find yourself out?"

He laughed, finally feeling the severity of the moment lift into that of relief. "What time should I be back to pick you up?"

"How 'bout an hour?"

"An hour it is. But. Under two conditions." He said, fingertips digging playfully into your hips.

"I do not like the sound of this..."

"One..." he began, "you wear that blue dress. Looked so freaking hot in it."

With a short laugh, you nodded your head, fingers running up his shoulders to his neck, playing with the soft curls at the base. "And two?"

"Two... I get to kiss you."

Coming in slightly closer to him, you smiled, your eyes falling to his lips. "Thought you'd never ask."

Chan moved one of his hands to rest gently on the back of your neck, and pulled you down to connect your lips ever-so-softly against his. Lingering there for a moment, he hummed happily against your mouth, his hand on your waist pulling you in tighter to his muscular frame.

"Talking ain't so bad, huh?" You murmured, kissing him again lightly.

"If this is the result? I'll talk to you forever, Babygirl."

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lvrspiastri · 1 day ago

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maybe something with logan where his partner is a f1 driver (too & still even after he got fired) & drives for a top team (mclaren, merc, ferrari or red bull) & everyone is just super mean online because they think reader deserves better than a unemployed bum without future. from then on i let you decide what you would wanna write :)

thought this would be fun as a SMAU :)

reminder that requests are open just check out the guidelines :)

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Would it be enough if I could never give you peace? ˡˢ²

✧. ┊ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭PAIRING: Logan Sargeant x gender-neutral!reader

✧. ┊ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭TAGS/WARNINGS: coarse language, hate. some images used are not mine and the credits go to their rightful owners. this is a work of fiction.

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user1: Expected, but a harsh decision for sure. The pressure in F1 is relentless!

user2: This sport is savage. Perform or you are out.

user3: Well, that’s one less bum in F1. He stayed way longer than he should’ve.

user4: @yourusername deserves fucking better than this sad piece of shit. at least he's gone.

yourusername made a new post!

liked by oscarpiastri, alexalbon, logansargeant, charlesleclerc, alexdunne, tomass_stolcermanis and 881,223 others

yourusername: lucky number 3. thanks to the team.

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user1: YOU ATE

user2: Best in the world

user3: LMAO YOU WINNING A RACE AND YOUR USELESS EXCUSE OF A BOYFRIEND GETTING DROPPED ON THE SAME WEEKEND

user4: deserved. he was a shitbag. good for williams.

user5: proof you don't deserve logan lol. i heard lando was single

logansargeant posted a new photo!

liked by kylekirkwood, callumbradshaw, oscarpiastri, samanthatan, alexalbon, landonorris, yourusername and 567, 948 others

logansargeant: no place like home

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user1: good to see you happy

user2: WE MISSED YOU

user3: you don't deserve to date your partner btw. got more wins than you have points

user4: can’t believe a multi-race winner is dating… this. Unemployed AND delusional.

user5: partner's winning races and you’re winning… what, pity likes?

user6: this is literally charity work

user7: funny how someone so brilliant can be blind enough to love a failure

Formula1 posted a new photo!

yourusername posted a new photo!

liked by oscarpiastri, alexalbon, logansargeant, arthur_leclerc, victormartins and 881,223 others

yourusername: i have everything i need right here

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user1: he’s just a placeholder until you realise you can do way better

user2: ur carrying everything. the career, the looks, the emotional labor 💀

user3: this is actually sad to see. ur winning trophies and he’s doing nothing but vibing in ur shadow.

yourusername: i understand not everyone will support our relationship. that's fine. we don't need it. disrespect, however, isn't. user4: no because this was the most graceful slap i’ve ever seen user5: oh they’re not breaking up ever. this is real. user6: he must be doing something right cause damn ur fighting for him

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user1: bet you guys feel real fuckin dumb rn

user2: omg "yourusername reposted" EEEKKKK

user3: call me parasocial but i'm in love with their love

user4: impressive addition to his resume

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user1: oh my goodness

yourusername: cool. but i'm still faster

logansargeant: we'll see about that, my love

user3: WE PROVED THE HATERS WRONG

user4: he's got a lot in store for him. talented lad.

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steelthroat · 1 day ago

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Okay i feel the need to add non idw Shockwave shenanigans:

Transformers animated:

Spent centuries cosplaying a young autobot while being a double agent (him. Who was older than most autobots in all of autobot society)

When almost found out the first time he manipulated everyone into incarcerating and torturing the wrong guy and made him go completely crazy.

When almost found out the second time he made a cube out of his underling and made another underling throw him in the trash

When shit went crazy he attacked one of the most powerful autobots and left him comatose/almost dead/very dead (this guy was Megatron’s rival before op)

Brainwashing is his hobby

Semi-reverse brainwashing was also a thing

Petty beef with a collegue

Looks like a weird eldrich-horror-deer thing and has a british accent

G1 cartoon Shockwave:

Misogynistic

British

Got ghosted for 4 million years

Left on his home planet handling resources while his and the rival faction play in the sandbox on earth

Most of the soacebridges meant to reach cybertron explode in most episodes

In another timeline, he survived Unicron's attack on Cybertron. He formed a friendship with a guy and the two resolved to conquer the world of business and entertainment via shadowy corporate dealings and pop music to help his boss.

Wfc:+aligned as a whole

Jurassic park is his passion, but the dinosaurs turn into guys who hate him

Traumatized his test subjects so badly they formed an underclass of Cybertronians who didn't even remember their names and were... not in good shape.

Made guys who combine into a bigger guy

Experimented drugs on his collegues

Experimetned on a demigod

Meddling with sharkticons and insecticons is his passion

Transformers Prime:

Jurassic park is his passion

Oh shit my dinosaur got killed

Oh shit my dinosaur is alive

"Oh shit my extinct beast turns into a grown ass men who feels lonely"

Oh shit my boss thinks my dinosaurs are too dangerous and wants me to destroy all of my project. Wow. Milliennia of experiments and research gone and I simply say "oke"

Almost half-blinds his colleague after he tried to leave him alone while autobots attacked (again). Doesn't do it because the excuse received was logical

The only time he ever acts kind is when he speaks with another nerd who was also his prisoner

Almost gets killed by the undead dinosaurs

Makes fun of a disabled guy

Skybound:

Mhhhh whale smoothie yummy

Traumatized a guy so badly he stops mid epic entrance and runs away

[Idk i haven't read more I'm sure he did more]

Netflix war for cybertron trilogy:

I think he has a problem with ultra magnus, because guess what... he tortures him here too. Damn. Save this guy from Shockwave please

Made a virus that fucked up his planet and everyone told him it was a bad idea/last resort. Did it anyway.

Harvested his own decepticons

He could technically still be alive. Which is scarier.

Bayverse:

Has got a giant worm

Blargh blurgh blor blorg

active in a battle during the 1560s, where his exploits were recorded in a painting. He later participated in World War I around 1917, where his silhouette had been used on a war poster(gotten from the wiki i didn't remember this lol)

Cyberverse:

Tried to manipulate an amnesiac guy and fails

Microaggression against seekers where he says "ofc you failed your kind is dumb as fuck"

Experiments on other mechs ofc

Made a guy uncomfortable with his staring

Dance dance revolution

He participated on a twitch stream

Scared another guy when he appeared to him as a vision/ghost

Marvel:

Oh god this is one of my faves, he's done too much unhinged shit I'll make another reblog later but ooooh boy he was crazy crazy

2019 idw:

I don't remember much, but you can add your propaganda here

PROPAGANDA

Shocwave:

He didn't have a doctorate but he WAS a senator from cybertron. In the G1 iteration he was the "logical scientist that built super weapons" archetype, in Transformers: Prime he built a spacebridge AND he used old cybertronian fossils to make a dragon (straight up copied from Jurassic Park) and in the comics he gets up to so much shit that the mere mention of a bench sends his fan into a conniption. He's also purple!

There are so many different versions of this freak, it's crazy! In one universe he's just some guy. In another he's a rebel leader. Maybe he's a petty criminal with a love for cackling. Or maybe he's an artificial god who built his own temple. I mean, what if he had a huge building-eating pet worm? It's not that different from the one time he brought back extinct dragon robots for his clone army. Does a double-crossing secret spy sound interesting? Y'know he was once a robot rights activist. Usually he's a terrorist but what do you do when your lab is filled with things that are massively illegal? A Shockwave for everything you could want

I have the most knowledge of TFP, so that what I'll use. Anyway, he invented the cortical psychic patch, which basically allows one to enter another's mind, and it's used in some dubious ways by several people, but Shockwave uses it the most brutally. He also cloned an extinct species of transformer, using just small amounts of bones. He also has a massive monoboob, and replaced one of his hands with a cannon, meaning he did all of the unethical scientific work with a good third of his vision obscured and with one hand.

Carlos Dave Robles:

Perfect hair. Gay. We love to see it

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lazyjellyfish300 · 1 day ago

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𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒊 𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒌 𝒅𝒂𝒚 6 ~𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒔

🐚scarred prince!nanami kento x fem mermaid princess!reader

🐚 synopsis: part 2- based on The Little Mermaid, you're a mermaid princess from the kingdom of Kuantica, adopted daughter of King Yaga, ruler of the sea, in love with Danish Prince Kento Nanami, hoping for the day you can be part of his world when the sea witch, Mei Mei, grants you your wish. 💕

🐚part 1 | part 2 (ending) |

🐚words 8.3k

🐚cw: NO SMUT just FLUFF, crack, humor, cursing, angst, action violence, injuries, scarred Nanami Kento, tonsss of pining, yearning, jealousy, villain death (This is an AU so some characters might be OOC especially Hiromi I'm so sorry)and a happy fairytale ending. 💕

🐚a/n: My day 6 entry for Nanami week for the SFW prompt: Scars with Scarred! Prince Nanami Kento who is adjusting to them while you also still long to be human. 💕 Part 1 to this story was posted for Day 4: Beach Day Prompt

THIS IS NOT MY IDEA AND BASED ON THE LITTLE MERMAID SO ALL CREDIT TO THE OWNERS. this is just me being self indulgent and free. enjoy 💕 sparkle dividers by @/anitalenia and bubbles dividers by @/saradika-graphics.

King Yaga can't figure out for the life of him what's gotten into you lately. Here you were, humming up a storm around the palace walls, sticking flowers in your hair, a dreamy look in your eye.

He's determined to find the merman responsible.

One day, he summons Hiromi to the throne room.

Hiromi is already doing the math in his head for what second mortgage he might need to take out on his seashell apartment in case today's the day he loses his job.

"Hiromi." Yaga commands. "Come here."

Hiromi gulps, scuttling along the ocean floor and climbing up the throne until he's eye level with the king. "You summoned me?"

"Something's going on with her. As her guardian, have you noticed anything?"

"Noticed anything?" Hiromi plays dumb.

"About my daughter? Being in love?"

Hiromi can't stand it anymore, he grabs at Yaga's white beard for mercy. "I tried to tell her, sire!!! She wouldn't listen to me! That human-"

"Human??"

Shit.

Yaga seethes in absolute fury. "WHAT ABOUT HUMANS?"

".....Humans?" Hiromi tries to plead the fifth, before Yaga grabs him and swims off to find you.

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Back in your secret lair, you're daydreaming and talking to your portrait of Kento like usual, unable to get your mind off him even more now that you finally learned his name and became his mystery angel rescuer.

"Oh, Kento, my darling...of course I'll marry you." You chuckle dreamily as you lean against his chest. "Three babies, you say? How about I give you four?"

You giggle and laugh until your soul completely leaves your body when your father, King Yaga is standing right there, silently fuming as he takes in the extent of all the forbidden human treasures in the cave.

"Dad...Daddy, I..."

"I am usually a patient merman but this ends right here. Right now. He's a human, you're a mermaid, when will you get that through your head?!"

"Dad, you don't even know him!!"

"Know him?? You think I need to get to know a member of the species that hunts our kind? Bloodthirsty fish-eating savages!!"

"But Daddy, I love him!"

The air goes silent. Both Yuji and Hiromi cower in fear as they sense Yaga's anger rise to deadly levels.

"So help me, I am going to get through to you and if is this the only way to make you understand...so be it."

Yaga wields his magical trident, aiming directly at all your beloved keepsakes. In just a matter of seconds, the years of your collection explodes into a million pieces, one after another.

"Dad, please, NOOO!!"

The portrait of your beloved Kento is shredded to tatters, laying in mangled pieces as they float to the sea bottom.

You sob, completely broken around the ruin of your dreams, the one physical connection you had to a world you longed to belong to.

Yaga backs away slowly, regret forming at his eyes he doesn't wish to express just yet, feeling in his heart that what he did was for your own good before he leaves you with your thoughts.

The grotto is silent, and Yuji and Hiromi look on, broken-hearted.

"Your majesty..."

"Just go, Hiromi." You whimper.

Hiromi's little heart twists in half. He realizes now that this went way too far, and he immediately regrets ever telling Yaga about your collection that was ultimately harmless after seeing how deeply it meant to you.

---

Just outside, the two slippery sinister imposters who've been spying on you decide to make their move, descending on you like vultures.

"Poor, sweet child..." Jogo hums as the great eel slithers at your side, clicking his jagged teeth.

"She just wants to be with the one she loves." The other large eel, Mahito adds, stirring the pot as his dark tail smacks Hiromi in the face, much to his annoyance.

"Who the hell are you clowns??" Hiromi demands, immediately suspicious of the two eels.

"We have a solution for you, pet." Jogo continues, completely ignoring Hiromi. "We know someone who can help."

"What do you mean?" You ask, shuddering between your tears.

"Your two legged beloved, child. Just imagine: being together, forever. No fins, no scales holding you back." Mahito purrs, leaning his chin on Jogo's head like he's plotting. "Mei Mei has unbelievable powers."

Wait, how did they know? You can't place what it is that's so unsettling about these two creepy eels.

Mei Mei...that name sounds hauntingly familiar.

Something in your gut tells you that you shouldn't trust them, but they're speaking to your heart's most deepest desires.

Your father will never understand. You love and adore Kento Nanami more than anything. The ocean holds no future for you.

"Take me to her."

Jogo and Mahito grin like Cheshire cats and graciously lead the way.

"The sea witch??" Panic courses through Hiromi's crab legs. "Princess!! Think about what you're doing!"

"What are you going to do, tell my father?" You scowl. "Wouldn't be the first time." You breeze past him, following Jogo and Mahito to Mei Mei's lair.

Hiromi curses, feeling the stab of guilt at your words but it doesn't last long as his concern for your safety and his obligation to his duty overrides it all.

"Damnit. C'mon!!" He gestures to Yuji who follows quickly after him.

-------

The swim to Mei Mei's dwelling is extremely long and arduous. You pant as you do your best to stay on Jogo and Mahito's tails who seem to be completely unphased by the unsettling way that zero light reaches this place.

It's deeper than the shipwreck graveyard, and far, far past the outskirts of the kingdom. Kuantica's jurisdiction couldn't protect you here.

But, Kento's scarred, beautiful face replays in your mind and you press on.

The undersea grotto's entrance is teeming with a garden of cursed creatures, almost like damned spirits that crawl on the ground, writhing in agony. You feel horror knot in your throat but you can't make any sound as they try and grab at you.

"Welcome, welcome, darling!" A mellifluous voice sounds through the air like a knife cutting through butter, belonging to none other than Mei Mei herself behind a seaweed curtain.

She turns around from what looks to be a large undersea cauldron fashioned from a geothermal hotpot, purplish smoke rising above the surface that matched her lilac eyes.

She's shockingly beautiful, intimidating, unsettling, and charming all at once. Her hair flows, long and whiter than a ghost shark in a thick braid in front of her face that drifts away as she moves to reveal sparing glances of her beauty.

But, what captures your attention the most is her pale, curvaceous body, whose upper half is clad in what almost resembles a skin tight strapless black dress and extends downwards into eight large, black tentacles.

"It's rude to linger in doorways, y'know." She purrs, strutting to the other side of the room.

"Now. A little birdie tells me you're having man issues. And not just any man, a human prince, yes? Not that I blame you, sweetness. He's veryyyy handsome."

You shrink back, a little defensively at her eerie perception, but feel your heartbeat speed up at the mention of Kento. The eels weren't lying, after all.

"How...how did you know?"

"Darling, this is my job. This is what I live for, to help pitiful creatures, like yourself." She chuckles. "Let's just say this ocean is far smaller than we give it credit for."

Her explanation definitely doesn't add up but you can't pay attention to that for long as she digs through her cabinets, applying some lipstick before she pulls out a jade green sparkly potion in a bottle.

"I have just what you need." She swirls it around before removing the cork with her teeth, pouring the murky substance into the purple haze of the cauldron before it turns pink, a large heart shaped in smoke rising above.

"To win your man, you need to become human yourself. This baby right here can turn you into a human for three days. And you, my love, just need to get your sweet hunk to fall in love with you within that time." She pauses, pleased at your look of awe, knowing her sales pitch is sinking its claws into you just as intended.

"That is....he's got to kiss you, darling."

You turn warm and fuzzy. "A kiss?"

"Mhmm...that's right, kitten. A kiss. But not just any old kiss. The kiss of true love. Then, you'll be free to be human... permanently."

A fancy golden contract emerges from the smoke, slowly unfurling itself, brandishing an ink pen for you to sign that you're already reaching towards before Mei Mei snatches it out of reach.

"So eager, aren't we?" She flashes a smile at you, batting her lashes. "Your daddy never taught you to ask about the terms and conditions first, didn't he? Oh! And we never discussed payment! I pride myself on my generosity, but I don't just give away my services for free, kitten." She winks.

You nod, a little sheepish at your eagerness, stomach doing backflips at what something of this magnitude could cost you. "W-what's your price?"

Mei Mei smiles at you, using one of her tentacles as a chair while she leans her chin on another with feigned innocence. "It's nothing too steep for you, my dear. What I need is: your voice."

"My voice?" Your heart sinks with confusion and hopelesness.

Hiromi and Yuji have been spying this whole time. Hiromi doesn't need to be a lawyer or well versed in oceanic legalese to know that this deal is a completely horrible one.

"It's a goddamn trap, your majesty!!!! ERGH!!"

Jogo and Mahito immediately gag both Hiromi and Yuji with their long tails, smiling evilly.

"Do we have a deal, sweet pea?" Mei Mei drawls, unphased.

"Without my voice, how can I possibly...?" You stutter.

"You've got your looks, honey. Your pretty face! And a beautiful body, if you don't mind my saying so. I'd definitely put it to good use if I were you." Mei Mei chuckles, wrapping a tentacle around your shoulders.

"Let me tell you something about the men up there, sweetness. They really don't like a lot of blabber. They don't want a woman who gossips but they'll go crazy for one that's sweet and quiet, just like you." She grins, teasing a lock of your hair.

"It shouldn't be any problem for you to get your prince to kiss you before sunset by the third day."

"And...if I do. I'll never see my friends or family again."

Mei Mei rolls her eyes. "Oh sweetheart, you're worried about the wrong things! Look at the bigger picture. You'll have your man. Just make a new family with him."

She turns you around to face the cauldron as the soft, beautiful image of Kento appears. His tender gaze, his scars unable to hide his expression of pleading, waiting for you to come back to him.

Mei Mei smiles wickedly and gently eases the ink pen into your hand as you stare into Kento's eye, gently nudging the contract towards you.

"Go on, sweetness..."

You hold your breath and turn, signing the contract before you can even think.

Suddenly the room goes dark, Kento's face disappears, and the cauldron emits large clouds of pink and black smoke as Mei Mei rises above it, laughing in victory as Jogo and Mahito headbutt you in the middle.

You cry out in pain and your voice drains out of you in a plume of golden smoke, where it's imprisoned into a white seashell hanging from Mei Mei's neck.

You feel pain sizzle your lower half like electricity and your eyes widen in horror as your tail splits in two and transforms into legs before your very eyes.

You're choking on water, unable to breathe. Hiromi and Yuji finally break free from the eels and zip underneath you, speed swimming for the surface as Mei Mei's cackles fade into the distance.

------

Dawn is barely breaking on the Danish horizon when you emerge from the sea, naked from the waist down as Hiromi and Yuji help you towards shore.

Panda uses his sixth sense and flies towards the beach to find Hiromi and Yuji keeping an eye on you as you slowly woke up and got your bearings.

"Morning, Miss!!" Panda flies and lands on one of your new knees as you wiggle your toes in wonder.

"Had a feeling you'd be out here!" He leans on his feathers, quirking his neck to the side. "There's something new about ya, I can't put my talons on it..."

"She's got legs you dunce!!" Hiromi groans, massaging his temples with his claws. "She sold her voice to the sea witch in exchange for legs and now she's got 3 days to get the prince to fall in love with her. Jesus Christ, man."

Hiromi realizes this situation sounds even more fucked up when he says it out loud. His blood pressure rises and he begins to scuttle towards the water.

"What would your father say? Huh, I'll tell you what he'd say!! He'd make me goddamn crab cakes that's what your father would say!! Let's see, we still got time. I'll go back there, yes! March right back in there and tell him everything and get the witch to give you back your voice and you'd go home and you'd just be..."

His voice breaks off when he sees your sorrowful expression. "You'd just be..."

Hiromi sighs and leans his chin on his claw.

"You'd be miserable your whole life." He sighs again, knowing this might be a suicide mission but because it's you, he'll do anything to make sure the sea witch doesn't get her way.

"I'll help you find your man, princess."

You beam, giving Hiromi a squeeze and a kiss on the cheek before setting him down on a rock next to Yuji.

"So we're man hunting, are we?" Panda rubs his feathers together, hopping towards some discarded sails that washed up from a shipwreck, fashioning them into a skirt.

"I watched fashion shows all the time in Paris! Just follow my lead."

-----

Kento walks along the beach, humming into his flute that carries faintly over the sounds of the ocean and the seagulls while Rug chases after his favorite stick, seeking solace in the waves of the sea that he loves, hoping that it would be merciful enough to take him away from here, or deliver him that angel who saved his life that day so he could thank her one more time before he resumed living in the meaningless void he currently occupied.

Donning his new eye patch and scars, it has been an emotionally difficult several weeks for Kento.

He was opposed to marriage in the first place, but these physical changes made him retreat into solitude even deeper than before, believing himself unworthy and undesirable for anyone to commit themselves to.

Ijichi didn't push the issue too much, but his heart broke not only for Kento, but for the loyal subjects of the kingdom who were simply concerned about the welfare of the elusive prince who insisted on hiding away.

Luckily, fate, that insistent force that it was, wasn't quite done with Kento, and the sea appears to be ready to answer his prayer much sooner than he could have ever anticipated just around the corner.

Rug takes off, jetting towards some hidden rocks.

"Rug?" Kento calls and furrows his brow when Rug doesn't listen. "Rug!! C'mere boy! Oh!"

He halts at the sight of you, wrapped in the weather beaten sails of a ship wreck. Sea hibiscus in your hair with the sun glow painting the sides of your face, it reignites that image of you from the day you saved his life immediately.

"Do I know you, miss?"

You nod eagerly. Yes, yes, it's me, Kento. It's me...

The way you look at him like you already love him, that warmth in your eyes leaves him so breathless that his scars don't even compute for him.

"It is you! I have been meaning to thank you..."

He sits back in awe, swallowing in his throat as he shakes his head, unable to grasp the reality in front of his face. "Will you tell me your name, please?"

You go to speak but no sound escapes.

"Oh?" Kento looks over you in concern. "You cannot speak?"

You shake your head, a sphere of your heart cracking a little as you gesture to your throat. All of the things you want to tell him, ask him, find out about his world, his life, the deepest machinations of the man that you're convinced your soul has yearned for in multiple lives besides just this one, completely dashed by the cruel condition of the sea witch's power.

"Oh. I apologize. You couldn't be the one I was looking for, then."

Kento, you don't even know...

You both sit there in mutual frustration and confusion, unsure of what to do next.

"Well, if I may, can I help get you to where you're going? You must be tired, and hungry."

You nod quickly at the last word.

"Yes? You're hungry?" Kento smiles at you. "Of course. Here, hold onto me. My home is just up that way."

You beam and look back as your cheer squad of Hiromi, Yuji, and Panda give you encouraging smiles as Kento helps you towards the palace.

------

The servants in the castle are every bit as kind and gracious that you could ever expect, buzzing eagerly with excitement as they had not had the privilege of hosting a female guest in quite some time since the queen's passing.

They bathe you in the finest soaps and oils that are tailored just for your skin that leave you smooth and moisturized with a spritz of perfume to your breasts, styling your hair and powdering your face in soft makeup that highlights the beauty you already possess.

Ijichi in particular is very smitten with you, perhaps slightly more than Kento as you waltz into the grand dining room for dinner, dressed in a flowing lavender dress that opens at the back, almost like you were emerging from the sea a second time.

"Marvelous!! Simply marvelous. You outdid yourself this time, Shoko." Ijichi compliments the head of the household and she shoots him back a humble grin.

"Makes it easier when you've got such a lovely canvas to work with."

Kento simply doesn't have words. His lips part as soon as he turns his head towards the sound of your heels on the marble floors, oxygen failing him as well as he takes in how you seemed to leave everything better after you touched it, including this exquisite flowing silk dress that ran down your back and clung to your thighs.

"Please, allow me." Kento takes you by the hand and helps you sit. Dinner is delicious and quiet, a little awkward as you can't exactly understand what Ijichi and Kento are discussing as they talk about business matters for the palace and kingdom.

You watch Kento carefully out of the corner of your eye, making sure you're using the utensils correctly, shocked to find out the fork is not actually an instrument to groom your hair with.

"What do we have for the main course, Shoko?"

"Roast with Krabbe Salat." She answers as she sets down the dishes.

While Kento and Ijichi chat again, your eyes widen in alarm when Ijichi lifts his cloche just slightly to reveal a terrified Hiromi, pretending to play dead in his salad dish, having narrowly escaped being barbecued by the cooks in the kitchen.

While they're not looking , you quickly open your dish and allow Hiromi to skedaddle until you slide him on your plate in safety and close it.

Ijichi finally stops droning and you realize Kento's asked you a question.

"Would you like to go on a tour of the kingdom tomorrow with me, miss?"

You nod enthusiastically, yes!

"Good!" Ijichi hums, more than pleased that he got Kento to finally agree to get out and about among his people after staying hidden in the palace for so long.

Turns out, a beautiful woman like you was all the persuasion he needed.

-----

The next day

The carriage ride is bumpy but fun. You never knew humans could travel this quickly, especially not from what you're used to with flipping your fins to get places.

The countryside zips past you and you're not sure which is more beautiful, the Danish coast or Kento's windswept hair as he carefully and skillfully directed the horses, not minding the speed one bit and occasionally bestowing a soft smile in your direction.

You notice Kento's cheeks turn pink when he realizes Shoko intentionally dressed you in similar shades of blue to his outfit, making you look like a couple that already belonged together.

"Has he kissed her yet?" Yuji asks Hiromi, exhausted as he tries to chase after the carriage through the waterways in the coastal town.

"Not yet." Hiromi shakes his head.

"Ughhh."

How hard can kissing a prince be?

The coastal town is charming and lovely. The townspeople light up when they see their beloved prince. Nobody comments on Kento's scarring, they're simply ecstatic to see him out in public and wearing a rare smile, a glow of happiness in his countenance they hadn't seen in some time, and you, the beautiful mystery woman on his arm, is the apparent cause.

Nobody seems to mind that you don't talk, either. They just assume you're very shy as they slip you an extra kanelsnegle at the bakery, free daisies that Kento helps weave into your hair, and a beautiful amber ring that Kento slides on your index finger, both your cheeks burning at the simple gesture that actually carries a lot of deeper implications that might come later if this new connection keeps developing as flawless as it is.

------

The sun has almost set on your second day as a human. Your anxiety is rising a little bit on everything that rests on tonight and tomorrow. But this is the most hopeful you've felt all night as Kento rows you out in a rowboat to a lush lagoon.

Fireflies begin to linger near the lily pads whose blossoms open as soon as the moonlight leaks from behind the clouds.

The catfish gently glide out of the way to accommodate you two, reeds flutter in the breeze and the gentle croaking of frogs begins the night time lullaby of the lagoon.

You can't deny the air has gotten much, much thicker, and the distance between you and Kento much, much thinner.

"I had a great day." Kento says softly. "Thank you for allowing me to show you around my kingdom."

You smile back, scooting a little closer to him until your knees touch, the abrupt motion you'd expect him to shrink away from, but he stays right where he is, gaze unwavering from yours except to turn his head and steer the boat.

Panda, Hiromi, and Yuji are keeping a close eye on the situation when Panda gets the bright idea to help you out a little bit.

A yowling sound like a dying wildebeest interrupts your boat ride.

"My..." Kento chuckles as he winces at the sound. "Some hunter must have done a poor job and left his prey begging to put out of its misery."

The howling only continues and that's when you see Panda looking pleased with himself, giving you a wink and a thumbs up from his post where he's serenading you and Kento.

Hiromi's eardrums are practically bleeding and he hires two storks to shut Panda up before he takes over.

"I'll show him some real music." Hiromi mutters to himself as he stands in front of his makeshift orchestra of the lagoon.

"Percussion." He directs and the ducks begin drumming on the bellies of turtles in a smooth, catchy beat.

"Wind!" The evening time breeze rattles through the cattails, creating a melody.

"Strings!" The crickets rub their wings.

You and Kento look around you as the lagoon comes to life and plays the gentle music with Hiromi's help.

The fireflies glow shades of purple, pink, blue and green in the water. The fish circle around you, creating a fountain as the rowboat drifts inside a weeping willow.

Kento looks over at you, watching how beautiful the moonlight makes you in the mystical air of the lagoon.

Suddenly, all the doubts he had make no sense. He might never find that mystery angel rescuer of his, but he's slowly realizing with the fireflies fluttering by your eyes and the stars bringing out the blue in your dress that makes you look so perfect next to him, that he doesn't want to.

"I still don't know your name." Kento murmurs to you, taking your hands in his, warm, a little calloused, but so gentle.

He smiles at you and starts listing off some common names. "Let's see... Elizabeth?"

No? "Kate?" Negative. Hmm.... "Sarah?" Hell no.

Kento chuckles at the face you pull at that.

"Oh for the love of Pete." Hiromi crawls up one of the plants and leans by Kento's ear,

"Her name is _____, fool."

Kento pauses and then whispers your name. You nod excitedly, taking his hands in yours again. Kento warms up equally at your reaction and says it again like he needs to make sure you're real. And God, the way he says it...

"That's a beautiful name. It suits you." Kento whispers, leaning even closer.

The dancing fairy lights of the lagoon and how they bend around you both, moon high in the sky, how you look at him without even seeing his scars.

He could recognize you from a dream, one that he never wants to wake up from. Kento's lips part a little bit as he leans in, his fingers dance softly underneath your chin, pulling you closer and closer and then-

SPLASH

Jogo and Mahito flip the boat with their tails, sending you and Kento directly into the lagoon.

"Are you alright?" Kento coughs as you both gain your bearings and he helps you out of the water. "I'm so sorry. No harm done. Just hold onto me. Let's get you back to the palace."

------

Mei Mei watches the scene from her evil lair hundreds of miles away under the sea.

"That was close, way too close!! Jesus, this slut is doing much better than I thought!! This fool prince is actually falling for her!!"

Mei Mei realizes she needs to take matters into her own hands, otherwise Kento will be kissing you by tomorrow, foiling her greater plans of revenge against your father who exiled her all those years ago.

She smiles evilly as she drinks a new position, her sea tentacles disappearing into two legs and laughing maniacally until your voice is the only sound that comes out of her throat.

------

Kento plays his flute solemnly in the middle of the night, looking out at the beach in front of him just outside his castle.

He's replaying the lagoon scene with you tonight over and over in his head.

There were too many instances happening as of late that he can only trace to fate trying so hard to tell him something. But his mind still doesn't want to let go of that mystery angel with the gorgeous voice.

He remembers Ijichi's words to him, "Sometimes if you spend so long looking for something, you miss what you truly need right in front of you."

Kento catches the light from your bedroom in the castle, illuminated just above his head. He sees you fixing your hair, daydreams in your beautiful eyes as you get ready for bed like you've always belonged in his world and he feels his heart tug again with that same gravity that pulled him closer to you in the lagoon tonight.

He looks down at his flute, then casts it back into the sea, turning to go back inside, hoping that he can catch you before you drift off to tell you something he's wanted to since the day the sea gave you to him.

Then he hears it.

It's soft and eventually rings so clearly over the waves. It's your voice, melodious and sweet as it reaches his eardrums.

Kento runs towards it, looking down at the approaching figure on the beach its coming from.

A mysterious young woman with long, platinum blonde hair and aqua eyes walks the beach, her siren song echoing into the night, haunting and beautiful as she turns towards him, shooting him a playful smile.

A plume of golden light pours out of the seashell around her neck, until Kento feels warm and fuzzy.

His legs seem to move on their own accord as he slowly moves towards her, the song pulling him in like a fly into the spider's web until it's too late.

-----

The exciting news breaks across the kingdom bright and early before you've even woken up the next day.

Panda crash lands into your open window, body slamming you and Hiromi who's sleeping peacefully on your pillow.

"Wake up, Miss!" Panda cries, jumping up and down, jostling you and Hiromi awake.

"The prince is gettin hitched!! Tonight!!"

You blink, and then the words register: Kento is getting married!

So it was true, after all! The night you spent in the lagoon, this connection you were slowly rebuilding after he recognized you from a dream, that night you saved him on the beach and saw him unlike everyone else who only paid attention to the obligations his crown bestowed on him.

He loves me...

You fix your hair without changing your outfit and run down the halls and pause at the stairs, only for it to come crashing down in a matter of seconds.

A very beautiful mystery woman with platinum blonde hair, dressed in a blue dress much like the one you had on last night, is tucked on Kento's right arm with the late queen's ring on her ring finger as he stares straight ahead.

"This is very unexpected, very unprecedented indeed." Ijichi looks at the couple in amazement that seemed to fall together overnight.

Ijichi should be overjoyed but he's a bit overwhelmed. A little unsettled given Kento's growing attachment to you that was obvious to everyone in the palace less than 24 hours ago.

"We wish to be married, tonight." Kento speaks, robotic and unmoving. "Before sunset."

You can't really concentrate on that over the intense shattering of your own heart resounding in your eardrums.

You can't even say anything, robbed of your own voice that, unknown to you, was being used against you in this very moment to architect your downfall.

You run down the hall, tears flowing out of your eyes while Mei Mei smiles and cozies up to her new beau, looking pleased as punch as she fiddles with the white seashell around her neck.

-----

The wedding barge is grander and more elaborate than any you've ever seen, beautiful, romantic, adorned in white roses, lillies of the valley, and myrtle, fit for a celebration as long awaited and royal as this one, and everything you would have wanted at yours.

You watch your dreams pull away from the harbor as you slip into despair on the dock, just like the dwindling sunset that catches every last one of your tears that fall into the sea.

Hiromi and Yuji sit with you in mutual sorrow as they help you cry.

Both of them want nothing more than to turn back time and make this right, but with time running out, they were powerless to stop Kento marrying that other woman and you giving up your freedom to a sea witch forever, the love you yearned so badly for ripped away from you just as it was beginning to reach back.

Panda is flying to clear his head, (and also spy on the wedding because he couldn't help himself).

If he's lucky, they'll have a ton of leftovers at the banquet he can scrounge through for tonight's dinner.

He hears your singing voice pouring through one of the windows.

Impossible, you were back on the dock...so why can he hear you plain as day on the boat?

Panda swoops in for a closer look, stunned to see it's coming from the bridal suite, but your voice doesn't belong to you.

Mei Mei is twirling in her wedding dress, cackling to herself.

"Mei Mei, you outdid yourself. That naive little slut made it too easy. I'll own her soul before the night is over, and Yaga won't have a choice but to turn the ocean over to me. Even got a second kingdom out of the deal."

She smirks in her reflection as she flaunts Kento's mother's ring on her finger, cackling as her real form is revealed with her eight tentacles, signature braid, and eyes that shifted from blue to their true purple in her bedroom mirror.

Panda almost hits his head on a flagpole as he high speeds out of there, flying faster than his wings can carry him back to shore.

-----

Panda crashes on the dock and you pause your tears once more.

"Panda?"

"I just.... pants.... saw something really fucked up." Panda can hardly speak, this is the most exercise he's gotten in a while.

"So there I was, flying. Well I mean, of course I was flying, I'm a seagull. And...and I got hungry so I was gonna go to the wedding. IwasonlythereforthefoodIswear!!!"

"Spit it out, man!" Hiromi taps his feet impatiently.

"And, and the watch was witching in the mirror! Singing with a pair of pipes that wasn't hers!"

Say what??? All three of you look at each other in confusion.

"Don't you get it??" Panda shakes Hiromi by his suit collar.

"He's. marrying. the sea witch. in. disguise!" Panda slams Hiromi against the dock with each word.

Hiromi has had enough. "Get the fuck off!" He squirms out of Panda's grasp and straightens himself. "Even if she was the sea witch, what can we do??"

You digest this news in pure disbelief before it settles into rage, then determination.

Kento...your Kento.

Even if he doesn't end up with you, you can't sit back and allow Mei Mei to take advantage of him like this.

You jump into the water without a second thought. Hiromi thinks quickly and uses his claws to snap a rope holding a bunch of storage barrels for the nearby ships.

"Quick, grab on! Yuji, get her to the wedding barge as fast as you can!"

Yuji grabs onto the robe securing the barrel you're holding onto, wrapping it as a harness around his neck. "I'm on it!"

"I need to tell the sea king! There's no other choice!" Hiromi scrambles and plops back into the sea, beginning to swim away.

"What about me?!" Panda asks.

"Find a way to stall that wedding, Panda!!"

"But...but how??"

"I don't give a damn how, just do it!!!!" Hiromi shouts before he disappears into the water.

Panda can't believe Hiromi's leaving him to his own devices like this. So much power...

"I got it!" Panda gets an idea and soars into the air.

"CAWW! CAWW! CAWW!!"

He sounds off the red alert and soon all of the nearby birds, fish, and sea mammals come to his aid, headed straight for the wedding cruise ship that was beginning to get smaller in the distance.

-----

The wedding procession is in full swing. Soft piano music plays as Mei Mei walks down the aisle where Kento waits at the altar.

The townspeople look on in support, still a bit confused at the arrival of this mystery woman, though they can't deny Kento's abrupt choice of bride is a stunning one.

Rug growls quietly as she passes by, not liking this suspicious stranger one bit. Mei Mei scowls and kicks him in the face before painting on her soft fake bridal smile again as Kento takes her by the hand.

"Dearly beloved..." The arch deacon begins to read the marital script and Mei Mei's grin grows even wider as she notices the sun sink even lower in the sky.

----

Yuji is beginning to lose his steam trying to pull you towards the boat.

"Almost there, princess.... almost....pants.... we're...we're gonna make it...pants..... don't worry..."

You begin to feel that knot of dread tighten in your stomach as hopelessness casts a dark shadow over you again.

----

"Do you, Prince Kento Nanami the second, take Princess Mei Mei to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do." Kento says blankly, no soul behind his amber eye.

"And do you, Princess Mei Mei..."

Mei Mei hears commotion behind her, raising her head curiously only to witness a dozen seagulls making a divebomb straight for her.

"AHHHH!!!" Feathers explode everywhere as they come down with a crash, talons tearing and ripping into her veil and dress.

Sea lions wreck havoc on the dance floor, smashing the buffet tables and terrorizing all the terrified guests.

The whole scene immediately dissolves into utter chaos.

Hiromi arrives with the fish army and the dolphins take turns spraying Mei Mei with the jet settings as she screams and tries to claw her way out, kicking and wringing anyone who gets too close.

"AGGGHHHHH!!"

The sea lions shove her into the 15 tier wedding cake, spraying the guests and Ijichi in buttercream frosting.

Ijichi has his head in his hands as he shakily tries to clean the goop from his glasses frames, watching all this money and organization go flushing down the drain while Kento still stands frozen and responseless, still completely enraptured by the sea witch's magic.

Yuji finally arrives with you in tow, climbing up the side of the ship, in shock at the disaster wedding scene.

Hiromi makes a jump for Mei Mei's necklace. As they tussle, Panda flies in and grabs at Mei Mei's hair extensions. Rug takes his chance and bites her in the ass as hard as he can.

"AHHHHHHH!!!"

The necklace finally shatters, freeing your voice, the sweet melody rings out over the chaos and settles back into your lungs.

At that very moment, the curse holding Kento hostage leaves his body. He's astonished at the first thing he sees which is is you, his mystery angel who saved his life, singing in that beautiful voice like the record in his ears that he had never stopped playing since.

"It is you." He murmurs, emotion building in his eye.

"Oh, Kento I wanted to tell you so badly!!"

"You have the rest of your life to tell me." He whispers, pulling you closer.

Suddenly, that blinding pain from your transformation is back and you cry out in pain as the sun completely disappears on the horizon, taking any hope you had left with it.

"Sweetheart?" Kento looks at you, horrified as you crumple in his arms, legs turning back into your mermaid tail. "What's happening??"

"I'm so so sorry, Kento..."

"You're too late!!!" Mei Mei's evil laughter booms overhead and horrified onlookers watch in terror as her wedding dress explodes into her eight tentacles, eyes shooting a vivid purple as she grabs you from Kento's arms.

"Sorry to ditch so early with your runaway bride. Who just so happens to be my consolation prize!"

Mei Mei jumps overboard, taking you with her. Hiromi and Yuji swim after you. Kento throws off his suit jacket, loosening his tie as he jumps off the barge in one of the rowboats.

"Your highness!!"

"I am not losing her again!" Kento shouts back as he rows as quickly as he can in your direction where Mei Mei dragged you under.

Just before Mei Mei can steal you back to her lair, she's met with the pointy end of King Yaga's trident.

"Mei Mei, stop!"

"Dad, please I'm so sorry!!" You sob.

"Sorry, Daddy. But your headstrong little girl signed a contract. She belongs to me, see?" She flaunts the golden paper in front of King Masamichi's face with a sassy tentacle.

"Didn't do a very good job of teaching her the terms and conditions, now did you?"

Yaga scowls and smites the contract with all his power, to which Mei Mei cowers back at first, then chuckles wildly as it remains completely intact.

"Oh, did I forget to mention it's a binding vow?" She bats her eyelashes. "Although, I'm definitely a gal that's not above negotiation."

Yaga lowers his trident, jaw tensing as he looks down, understanding immediately what needs to be done.

Your heart breaks as you realize what he's about to do.

"Dad! Noooo!!!!"

Yaga points the trident at the contract, signing his name over yours, and in a flash, the binding vow reduces Yaga to one of the cursed spirit creatures in Mei Mei's lair.

"Yes. At last!!!!!"

The entire sea rumbles and shakes as the trident lands in Mei Mei's hands and the crown on her head.

"At long last...the power of the ocean...is MINE! MINE to command!!"

A shadow immediately washes over the entire seafloor as all of the strength of the sea is wielded in Mei Mei's dark powers. She grins evilly as she aims the trident right at you, Hiromi, and Yuji.

You three hold onto each other, bracing for a death ray that never happens. Mei Mei cries out in pain as she's slashed with a harpoon, narrowly missing a harpoon from Kento, who's come to your rescue.

"After him!" She shrieks to Jogo and Mahito who slither after him.

"KENTO, NO!!" You cry out.

"Heh, heh, heh. The silly human can't hold his breath forever." Mei Mei cackles as she aims the trident at Kento, who's being dragged back down by Jogo and Mahito.

"NO!!!" You snatch Mei Mei's hair and the death ray goes off, hitting Jogo and Mahito instead who explode like two piñatas.

"MY BABIES!!!!" Mei Mei wails.

She snarls evilly, stewing in absolute rage as she gathers power for her most deadly attack, her form growing bigger, and bigger as she watches you swim Kento to safety.

"Kento! You gotta get out of here!!" You plea with him as you bring him to the surface, trying to convince him to get back in his boat, but he clings to you instead, holding you against his chest as he lets you use him like a life raft despite him being the one who needed oxygen.

"I'm not leaving you! I refuse to lose you again!"

Suddenly, Mei Mei emerges from the depths, almost as big as the clouds, towering over you as you and Kento hold each other and cower in the water.

"All of the power of the sea...MINE at last!" She revels, throwing her hair back. Lighting strikes directly in front of her, creating a maelstrom.

"Look out!" Kento grabs your hand as you both jump out of the way and dodge Mei Mei's large tentacles that smash and create a pool of mini tsunamis while the maelstrom deepens, raising dozens of shipwrecks and other debris from the ocean floor.

"How are we going to defeat her?" You sob, holding onto Kento as you two cower behind some rocks.

Kento holds you against his chest, thinking quickly on his feet, noticing the pointy sharp end of a mast sticking out of a bow of a shipwreck that could be used as a weapon.

"I have an idea." He cradles your face in his hands. "But I need your help, darling." He peers over the rocks at Mei Mei, who's beginning to play target practice with some of the animals who stayed behind to fight after crashing the wedding.

You nod, looking over the rocks as well. "I'll distract her. I'll swim in the maelstrom while you steer the ship."

Kento's eye widens and he shakes his head. "Darling, no! That's out of the question."

"I'll be okay, Kento." You promise tearfully, holding him close. "I swear I will. I can outswim her. The maelstrom is powerful enough that she'll have a hard time hitting me. Hiromi and the others are already distracting her too."

Kento exhales, bringing your forehead against his, his scarred thumb tracing under your eyes, memorizing the way it felt to hold you one more time, even though he'd sooner die than let it be the last.

"As long as you promise."

"I promise, Kento."

He kisses you hard before he watches you go.

-----

Mei Mei chortles with evil laughter when she sees you come back.

"Well well well, if it isn't the brave little mermaid here to save the day?" She pauses from shooting at Hiromi and the other fish and turns her attention to you.

You quickly descend to the bottom of the maelstrom, falling onto the exposed seafloor at the bottom of the pit.

Mei Mei brandishes the trident and takes aim, shooting death rays at you as you dodge and jump.

Across the way, Kento uses one of the stray ropes to climb aboard the wrecked ship, a strike of lightning illuminating the treacherous path as he steers and aims the sharp mast directly at Mei Mei's stomach.

Just before she can turn you into sea grits, she cries out with a loud roar as the ship spears her like a kebab.

"AGHHHHH!!!!"

The trident slips from her hand and the crown falls off her head as she comes crashing down, taking the ship with her to the depths.

The deafening sound rumbles the entire earth, shaking the sea like a snow globe.

The blast propels Kento backwards until he washes up and passes out on the beach.

Then, the sea slowly returns to silence. The purple and black smoke from the carnage dissipate as the clouds break into a cleansing shower of rain, until a rainbow spells hope on the horizon.

Yaga and all of the cursed spirits who fell victim to Mei Mei's treachery are restored to their original selves, crying tears of joy as they swim to freedom.

The trident and the crown drift back to its rightful owner, and the entire sea breathes a sigh of relief as King Masamichi Yaga takes the throne once again.

-----

Yaga and Hiromi observe you as you watch over your beloved Kento on the beach.

Your brows furrowed, eyes stained with longing as sea and land separated your worlds once again.

The love is absolutely unmistakable, even in Kento as he lies unconscious. Yaga can sense it with how Kento reaches for you even in his dreams. How his heart remains promised to yours regardless of the separate stars you were born into. He would never yearn for anything but the sea, because the sea held you.

"I guess that's it, then." Yaga sighs tiredly, his heart clenching because today was a day he knew had been here for a while, he was just too stubborn to acknowledge it.

"There's just one more problem."

"What's that, your majesty?" Hiromi asks, his curiosity piqued as he looks up at the mighty king.

"How much I am going to miss her."

He turns his trident towards you, and with one more wish, your fins are traded for legs once more.

When you realize what's happening, you turn to your father in tears, only to find tears of his own as his ultimate blessing for you to find happiness was fulfilled.

When Kento awakens, he sees you. Not as rescuer, this time, but always his angel.

His angel gifted to him by the sea instead of the clouds, fulfilling what was long promised in stars, sealing it permanently with a kiss that leaves every one of them behind.

That same kiss is repeated several months later on that very same beach in water up to your ankles, only this time you're wearing a white dress as you married Kento Nanami by sunset.

"I have one more surprise." Kento murmurs against your lips, stroking your chin with his thumb, that tender look of wrinkled crows feet by his eyepatch and the brown of his eye that would never lose its flame so long as you held the match.

You gasp, as right before your very eyes, both your feet and his transform into pairs of fins.

"Look at me, it's alright." He holds you as the sea reclaims you both. The joyous crowd of witnesses cheer you on as the kingdoms of both land and sea became one that day, solidified by your sheer will to never be separated from each other.

"Kento, what is this..?" You can barely speak over your tears, that dissolve into the water around you.

"I spoke to your father, and...I choose this." He smiles.

"You choose the sea?"

"If it means being with you? Absolutely." Kento murmurs.

"But, your kingdom, Kento..."

"....will be just fine." He hums, smiling at you. "We can return whenever we like."

You shake your head in disbelief, half smiling, half crying. "I can't believe it."

"Well you should, darling. This life is ours. You'd give up yours just to be part of mine..."

He kisses you in a way that the sea will remember and stand the eternal test of time.

"So I'm simply doing the same for you."

He smiles as he takes your hands in his scarred ones, both adorned with the matching physical manifestations of your love.

"Where to first, darling? We've got the entire sea to choose from."

Kento winks at you with his good eye, but before you tell him, you answer him with one more kiss as your fingers tangle up together once more, clad in infinity bands that twinkle with the substance of a thousand stars as boundless as the sea you returned to, together.

And you lived, happily ever after.

The End.

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camficdiner · 3 days ago

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1. 5

2. 3 with a bonus of only one bed trope & enemies to lovers

3. 3

4. 3

i hope i did that right!! thank you love all of your work!🫶🏽💕

☕️cams fic diner — 098

🍒 thank you: to the girlies who like their tension mean, messy, and barely survivable. locker room chirps. one bed. dumb boys who beg real pretty. this one’s yours.

💬 “You always this much of a bitch?”

✨ description & prompts:

* character: Will Smith

* prompt: 𝙻𝚊𝚝𝚎-𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚜

* type: enemies to lovers, one bed trope, rough subby smut, dumb dynamic heaven

* wc ~1.3k

🛼🍒✨🧁

You’re brushing your teeth when the knock comes.

Annoying. Sharp. Persistent.

You frown at the door of your hotel room. “What?”

“Open it.”

The voice is unmistakable.

You sigh. “Smith, it’s late.”

“Just—open it.”

You tug the door open with an eye roll, already bracing for the attitude — and there he is. Will Smith, standing in the hallway in his dress pants and undershirt, tie hanging from his fingers, lip split and jaw clenched. His eyes flick to yours, then to the floor, like this is already the last thing he wants to be doing.

Which is rich, coming from him.

“What do you want?” you ask.

“My room’s fucked,” he mutters.

You blink. “What?”

“The lock’s jammed. Key card doesn’t work. Reception said they’ll send someone in the morning.”

You wait. You cross your arms.

His jaw ticks. “Can I crash here or not?”

“Ohhh, so now you’re asking for favors.”

“Don’t start.”

You lean against the doorframe, biting back a smirk. “Didn’t know you were so helpless.”

“Didn’t know you were so slow to help a teammate.”

“We’re not teammates, Smith.”

“That’s not what your coach says.”

“You’re lucky I’m in a good mood.”

“You’re lucky I’m not knocking on someone else’s door.”

You narrow your eyes.

Then sigh. Step back. “Whatever. Come in.”

He walks past you with that infuriating swagger, leaving behind a faint trail of sweat and cologne and something that smells like blood. You slam the door shut and toss your toothbrush toward the sink, watching him scope the room like a wolf about to complain.

He stops when he sees the bed.

The only bed.

You see it too — and brace for the chirp.

But he just mutters, “Figures.”

You grab the spare blanket from the closet, throw it on the armchair, and gesture. “There.”

He laughs. “You think I’m fitting on that?”

“I think you’re lucky I didn’t slam the door in your face.”

You turn to leave the room again, but—

“You always this much of a bitch?”

You stop. Slowly turn back. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

You blink once. “You just lost. You’re bleeding. You look like shit. And you’re coming for me?”

“You came for me first.”

“I let you in, didn’t I?”

“I didn’t beg.”

“You should’ve.”

It’s quiet.

Too quiet.

You both breathe too loud.

Then—

Will stalks forward.

And you let him.

Because this has been coming for months. Since the first chirp, the first clash in the locker room, the first time he called you bossy, loud, mean — and you called him arrogant, spoiled, stupid.

You hated him.

He hated you.

And now?

He’s on you before the sentence finishes — grabbing your wrist, backing you up toward the bed. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” you breathe, heart racing. “Tell the truth?”

His mouth finds yours.

It’s not sweet.

It’s not gentle.

He kisses you like it’s a punishment — teeth and tongue, hands yanking your oversized t-shirt up, exposing bare skin underneath.

“No panties,” he mutters. “Figures.”

“You like it.”

“You piss me off.”

“You keep coming back.”

He shoves you onto the bed.

You let him.

Because this is how it always is — sharp glances, hard hits, and words that bruise more than fists. He’s the only one who gets you riled up like this. And you? You’re the only person he ever lets see him fall apart.

And tonight?

He needs to fall apart.

“You know what they said to me?” he pants, stripping off his shirt, his chest rising fast. “On the bench? After that goal?”

You stay silent.

He climbs over you, one hand in your hair, the other dragging down your stomach. “They said I’d never be enough. Not for this team. Not for—”

He cuts himself off. Swears.

You don’t ask who they meant.

You already know.

“I don’t care what they said,” you whisper.

“I do.”

And then he’s inside you.

No warmup, no warning — just raw, fast, desperate thrusts that knock the breath from your lungs. You claw at his shoulders, moaning louder than you should in a thin hotel room wall, but he doesn’t slow down.

Doesn’t care.

His hands pin your wrists to the sheets. His breath stutters in your ear.

“You hate me,” he growls.

“No.”

“You do.”

“I don’t.”

“You make fun of me. You laugh.”

“Because I like you.”

He freezes.

And you feel it — that crack in the tension. The shift.

You soften beneath him. Just a little.

“You’re stupid,” you whisper.

He thrusts again — slower now, deeper. “Say it again.”

“You’re so stupid.”

“You gonna fix me, then?”

You bite your lip. “Someone’s gotta.”

Will groans — long, guttural — and buries his face in your neck. He fucks you like it hurts. Like it heals. Like you’re the only place in the world where he’s allowed to let go.

And you take it.

All of it.

“You belong to me,” he gasps. “Even when you’re a bitch.”

You clench around him. “Say please.”

“Please.”

“You mean it?”

“Please. Please.”

Your hips lift to meet his thrusts. Your legs wrap around his waist. You hold him down when he tries to pull out. You make him stay.

Because it’s not about the loss anymore.

It’s about this.

About every fight. Every glare. Every insult.

It was always going to end like this.

You come first — loud, shaking, clinging to his shoulders while your back arches and your voice breaks.

He follows.

He doesn’t even try to pull out — just lets go with a hoarse, desperate cry, buried so deep you feel it in your spine.

He collapses on top of you.

Sweaty. Bruised. Silent.

And then, in the dark:

“I fucking hate losing.”

You smile.

“I know.”

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sapphicstrawcore · 3 hours ago

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can I maybe do a request where sevika who’s learning vulnerability has a panic attack in front of reader for the first time after good while into their relationship and reader helps her through it?

— Where it’s safe to break, quiet after the storm

cw: description of panic attack, pure heartbreaking fluff, sevika needs a hug and she gets it

masterlist ᰔ

Sevika’s the kind of woman who keeps it all in. Not because she thinks it’s healthy—she’s not that naïve—but because it’s the only way she knows how to survive. Zaun doesn’t exactly reward softness, and vulnerability? That’s a luxury. One she never had time for.

She’s used to pushing through. Gritting her teeth through the noise in her head, the pressure in her chest, the weight of whatever the day threw at her. Panic isn’t new. Meltdowns aren’t foreign. She just doesn’t let anyone see them. Especially not you.

And it’s not that she doesn’t trust you. It’s just… you’re different.

You’re the first person she’s ever been with who doesn’t carry violence like a second skin. You laugh easily. You smile like you mean it. Even here in Zaun, surrounded by all its rust and poison, you find joy in the smallest things—a good cup of tea, a quiet night in, some dumb joke she doesn’t get but loves hearing you tell anyway.

You make her feel human. And that scares the shit out of her.

She’s a fighter, a soldier, a killer.

So Sevika does what she always does. She clenches her jaw. She shuts it down. She pretends she’s fine because she has to be. Because letting go—even for a second—feels like opening a floodgate she can’t close.

But she can only carry so much.

She doesn’t know why it’s that night.

Nothing set her off. There was no fight, no threat. The city was quiet—at least by Zaun’s standards. You’d spent the day together. You smiled at her the same way you always do. God knows why you’re rarely grumpy. You’d even kissed her goodnight with that little hum you make when you’re sleepy and safe. Like nothing in the world could ever go wrong.

And yet, her chest has been tightening for hours.

It started in her hands. That familiar shake, too subtle to name. Then the back of her neck burned like someone was watching her. Then her heart started pounding, slow and hard like fists against a steel door. Her jaw ached. She’d been clenching it all evening.

But she said nothing.

She never says anything. Not about this. Not when it feels like admitting it would make it worse—would make it real. Sevika’s always been the one who fixes things. Who holds the line, fights the fight, stays standing no matter what. Panic has no place in her world. Not anymore.

And still—it won’t stop.

By the time the lights are off and the apartment is quiet, it’s unbearable. She can’t breathe right. Her thoughts are racing but going nowhere, looping in half-formed fragments she doesn’t understand. Her body feels wrong. Like she’s not in it anymore. Like she’s floating outside herself, watching it all fall apart.

So she gets up. Quietly. Doesn’t even bother putting on a shirt.

She slips into the bathroom and locks the door.

Because you’re here. You’re asleep in the other room. And the idea of you seeing her like this—shaking, choking on nothing, falling apart over nothing—makes her panic even more.

She sinks to the floor. Her back hits the wall. One hand grips her hair and the other digs into her thigh. She breathes through her teeth like she’s bleeding and can’t afford to scream. Like she can muscle her way through this if she just holds on tight enough.

But it’s not working. It hasn’t worked for hours.

And unfortunately for her, you’re a light sleeper—especially when it comes to her.

You’d felt it earlier. The way she’d gone still during dinner. The way her eyes didn’t settle. Like she was somewhere else entirely. You knew better than to ask. Sevika doesn’t talk about feelings. Not easily. Not even with you. Not yet.

So you gave her space. Let her think she’d hidden it. Let her believe she was fine.

But the soft thump wakes you.

It’s not loud. Just a dull sound—flesh hitting wood. The bathroom door. You blink into the dark, instinctively reaching for the space beside you. It’s cold. Empty.

Then you hear it.

Not words. Not cries. Just… movement. Uneven. Desperate. The kind of restless shifting that doesn’t belong to a woman like Sevika—solid, steady, grounded. It’s the sound of someone trying not to fall apart and failing.

You get up quietly, bare feet against the cold floor, padded steps toward the door. You don’t knock. You don’t want to scare or… overwhelm her more than she already is.

Instead, you lean your forehead gently against the doorframe, hands folded like you’re trying to hold her without touching her, and ask—soft and careful, like the question itself might shatter her.

“Sevika ?”

No response. But you don’t leave. Of course you don’t.

“I’m not gonna ask what’s wrong,” you say, voice barely above a whisper. “I just… I’m here. That’s all. You don’t have to open the door. I’ll be here either way.”

You mean it. She knows you do.

And inside, she hears you. Hears the quiet steadiness in your voice. No fear. No pity. No pressure. Just you. Like always.

She doesn’t answer.

The minutes drag.

You don’t move. Just stay there, sitting now, knees pulled up, your cheek resting against the cool wood of the bathroom door. You breathe slow and steady on purpose, hoping she can hear it. Hoping she remembers how to follow it.

Then—click.

The lock turns.

Slowly, the door opens just enough to reveal her—barely more than a shadow in the soft hallway light. She doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t look at you. Her chest is rising too fast, too hard, like she’s been running for hours. Her human hand is shaking, her mech arm not looking like a menace but still shaking. Her jaw is clenched so tight it’s a wonder she hasn’t cracked a tooth.

And her eyes—her eyes aren’t really seeing you.

She’s not here.

She’s somewhere else. Lost in it. Buried beneath years of rage and grief and silence, and now that it’s out, it’s too much—way too much. Like her body has decided for her that she can’t carry it anymore.

She stumbles. Just slightly. Her knees threaten to give.

You don’t think. You just move.

You sink to your knees and reach for her, arms wrapping around her waist like it’s the most natural thing in the world. And the second you touch her—

She collapses.

Not violently. Not dramatically. Just folds. Like something inside her snapped and she doesn’t have the strength to pretend anymore.

Her weight falls into you, her forehead hitting your shoulder, her body shaking uncontrollably as she gasps for breath that won’t come. One of her hands claws at your shirt like she’s drowning. The other stays limp at her side. Her whole frame trembles in your arms, caught between holding on and letting go.

“You’re okay,” you whisper, again and again, voice thick with calm and love and patience. “You’re okay, baby. I’ve got you.”

But she isn’t. Not yet.

She’s gasping, hyperventilating, her muscles seizing with panic she’s tried to bury for years. She’s crying without realizing it—silent tears running hot down her cheeks, soaking your shoulder. And you just hold her through it. Rock her. Match your breathing to hers until she can feel it. Anchor her.

Because she’s never learned how to be soft. But tonight, in your arms, for once—she doesn’t have to be strong.

She doesn’t calm down for a long moment.

Until eventually, her breathing slows.

Not by much. Not all the way. But enough.

The shakes settle into small tremors. The gasps fade into shallow breaths. Her weight is still slumped against you, heavy and damp with sweat, like she’s just come back from war. And maybe, in her own way, she has.

You stroke a hand up and down her back, gentle and slow, grounding her. Not trying to fix anything. Just being there. And slowly, painfully, her body starts to loosen. Like she’s remembering she’s not alone. Like your presence is something solid she can hold onto.

And she stays quiet.

Even after the panic fades, even after her hands stop shaking and her breathing finds a rhythm again—Sevika doesn’t say a word.

Not because she’s holding back tears. Those are long gone now, dried on her cheeks. Not because she’s angry. She’s too tired for that. It’s shame, plain and suffocating. The kind that makes her want to disappear, or at the very least, vanish into the walls until the weight of what just happened stops pressing down on her chest like a boot.

She can’t look at you.

She knows better. Knows you’d never judge her, never use this against her, never treat her like she’s weak. But logic doesn’t matter when your whole body feels like it betrayed you. When you spent your whole life being a soldier, and suddenly you’re the one who needed saving.

Her throat burns. She wants to say something. Anything.

But nothing comes.

You don’t push her.

You just hold her tighter, your hand now brushing through the sweat-damp hair at the back of her neck, your voice low, steady, and warm like it always is when you’re calming her down from a bad day—only softer now. Reverent.

“You don’t have to say anything, Sev,” you murmur. “I’m proud of you. Okay? You did good. So good.”

She flinches—not because she disagrees, but because she doesn’t know what to do with that kind of gentleness. It feels like too much and not enough all at once. She half wants to pull away and snap something bitter, but instead… she stays.

Leans just a little closer.

“You’re safe now,” you whisper. “It’s over. I’ve got you.”

And maybe it’s the way you say it—like she’s not broken, like this wasn’t weakness, like she’s still whole—that makes something in her chest unclench.

She doesn’t respond.

She can’t.

But her fingers curl around the fabric of your shirt. Not tight. Just enough to say don’t let go.

And you don’t.

You don’t say anything else.

You just breathe with her a while longer, your hand in her hair, your other arm still wrapped around her back, holding her like she’s something precious. Eventually, you pull back just enough to press a soft kiss to her temple.

“Come on,” you whisper, like you’re talking to something fragile. “Let’s get back to bed, okay ?”

Sevika doesn’t move at first. Doesn’t speak. Her body feels heavy—like she’s made of lead now, the crash after the storm. Her limbs don’t want to work, her throat still tight with everything she couldn’t say. But when you gently tug her hand, she follows.

She nods. Barely. Just enough to show you she heard.

You guide her to her feet, slow and careful. She’s unsteady, but she doesn’t fight it. Doesn’t pull away. She just lets you hold her upright. Her head dips, resting against your shoulder as you lead her back to the bedroom.

The sheets are still warm.

You help her in first. She doesn’t resist—just sinks into them like she’s been hollowed out. You curl in behind her, arm slipping around her waist, pulling her close with no expectation, no questions. Just warmth. Just you.

“We’re okay,” you murmur against the back of her neck. “Go to sleep, baby. I’ve got you.”

Sevika doesn’t answer.

But her hand finds yours under the blanket and squeezes. Just once.

It’s all she can manage.

And for tonight, it’s enough.

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Did I forget to add someone to the tag list ? Didn’t tag the girls who asked to be tagged in the Bad Slaher series cause I thought you wanted to be tagged only in these, but tell me if I’m wrong.

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