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ilvermornie · 2 days ago

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amortentia ୨୧ lorenzo berkshire x fem!reader

in which lorenzo’s plans to keep his infatuation with you to himself fail (successfully?)

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all of enzo’s friends knew he was in love with you. sure, he never outright said it himself, but these boys have known him since he was just a lonely kid sitting alone on the train to hogwarts, nervous for what was to come; they could read him like a book.

they noticed the way his eyes would fill with curiosity as soon as your name was brought up in conversation, needing to know what you’d been up to lately. they noticed how his voice would change whenever he’d speak to you - becoming softer, more gentle. most of all, they noticed all the crumpled up letters, failed attempts at confessing his undying love to you buried deep in enzo’s wardrobe. saying things has never been his strong suit.

after the fifteenth letter (one which included the line “if you don't want to date me that's okay but please give me a chance anyway”) was haphazardly shoved into the usual hiding spot, enzo decided to simply keep his little secret to himself. if he couldn't even write how he felt about you, how was he ever supposed to speak about it?

unfortunately for him, he made that decision a little too late, as the boys found the letters long before he had gotten to fifteen, and made it their lives’ mission to make you two official.

the plan started with a friday potions class.

“look at him, poor boy,” pansy whispered to draco, her eyes lingering on enzo’s figure as he stared longingly at his own cauldron of amortentia, as if willing you to come out of it.

draco hummed, now also staring at enzo with his brows furrowed. contrary to popular belief, he didn't enjoy other people’s misery - only those who deserved it, and enzo definitely did not deserve it. it was at that moment when draco decided to concoct a plan to finally bring his friend and his true love together. he was done toying around with the secret enzo had unknowingly shared with all of them.

seeing snape distracted with some hufflepuffs who just couldn’t seem to brew anything right, draco gestured for enzo’s partner, mattheo, to come over and help him come up with a plan. but if enzo was bad with words, mattheo was even worse when it came to gestures.

“what?” mattheo mouthed, his brows furrowing in confusion. draco tried again, his patience growing thin. this time, mattheo did get something out of draco; the wrong thing.

giving draco a thumbs up and a large smile, mattheo slyly pulled his wand out of his pocket and made the whole potion spill all over enzo.

instantly, enzo jumped, feeling a complete shift in his entire body. everything was warm, and he couldn’t think about a single thing but you. his mouth begged to betray him, wanting to say words he only ever thought about in bed, staring at his bedroom ceiling, but luckily he swallowed them down.

turning to mattheo, he yelled, “what the hell is wrong with you? why would you do that?”

“oopsies,” was all he got out of mattheo.

promptly, snape appeared and lectured mattheo for what he had done, deducting fifty points from his own house in the process. this didn’t faze him, partially because he never cared for the house point system anyway, and partially because just earlier that morning, he had overheard you talking to your friends about how you liked enzo back, you were just too nervous to tell him.

in mattheo’s eyes, he was doing you both a favour. did he know what would happen to someone who was doused with a fresh batch of amortentia? no, but he knew it would be something magical.

as soon as class ended, enzo ran to his dorm room and locked himself in there, trying to do anything to calm his nerves. he couldn’t be seen outside until the effects of this wore off, or else he’d do something that would result in him becoming the laughingstock of slytherin.

meanwhile, a heated discussion was happening in the slytherin common room.

“how was i supposed to know you wanted me to come over?” mattheo said, angrily sitting down on the deep green couch.

“because that’s what everyone does when they want someone to come over, you idiot!” draco shot back, exasperated as he paced around the room.

not wanting to waste any more time on draco and mattheo’s argument, as well as seeing the possibility of an opportunity coming out of this, pansy said, “okay, well, it’s already happened and there’s nothing any of us can do to reverse it. what happens to someone who just had amortentia poured on them anyway?” she turned to blaise, who’d been reading up on that very subject the entire time.

giving the textbook in his hand a quick glance, he replied, “it says here they become ‘consumed with their infatuation with the person the amortentia smells like’ and that they have to ‘fight the urge to do rash things as a result of that infatuation’,”

instantly, mattheo rose from the couch and exclaimed, “this is perfect! all we need is to bring y/n and enzo here and he’ll finally tell her how he feels!” then, to draco, he said, “who's the idiot now?”

the four didn't even have to move from their positions for their new plan to begin. a mere second later, you walked into the slytherin common room, a green and silver scarf in your hands.

“hey, is emilia here? she left her scarf...” you asked, scanning the room for both your friend and the boy you were madly in love with, and finding neither one of them. at this, you pouted. you had really hoped to see at least one of the two, especially the latter, since you were worried he’d been avoiding you lately.

guiding you to an empty seat, mattheo said, “nope, no emilia here, but don't worry! i’m sure she'll turn up soon,” as he did so, he gave pansy a look, urging her to distract you with conversation. after lorenzo, pansy was the one you got along with most, and distract you was exactly what she did. in fact, she did it so well you didn't notice a certain love-filled brunet come down the stairs to the common room.

after sitting with his feelings for a while, enzo felt the effects of the amortentia subsiding and decided to go down to the common room to give mattheo a piece of his mind, thinking he was in the clear. unfortunately, he was not, for as soon as his eyes met yours and he saw the way you brightened up, a large smile on your beautiful face, the effects of the amortentia were back and as if they never left in the first place.

he began to turn around, but ever-attentive theo had already seen him, “oh look, there’s lorenzo!” he said, smirking. enzo had no choice to stay where he was and pray that he didn't mess everything up.

“hi enzo!” you said, your hands immediately making their way to a stray piece of your hair as you tried to make yourself look as presentable as you could, “have you seen emilia? she forgot her scarf in class earlier today.”

enzo took a deep breath, making a mental script of what he was going to say so that the script the amortentia had planned for him wouldn't take over, “no, i haven't. sorry.”

your brows furrowed, being caught completely off-guard by his response. sure, enzo had his moments every once in a while, but this was too blunt, even for his worst days. as you pondered why he would be acting so strange, you noticed how flushed his face was.

getting up from where you sat and making your way over to him (much to his dismay), you said, “are you okay? you look a little red,” to which enzo just hummed, not trusting his mouth to say anything more.

‘it’s fine,’ he thought to himself, ‘as long as she doesn’t get any closer or say anything more, i should be fine.’

you put the back of your hand on his forehead, trying to feel his temperature, “are you sure you're okay?” you mumbled under your breath, concerned about how hot he felt.

enzo reached his breaking point, and the words came spilling out of him, “no, i'm not okay. how could i be okay when i’ve been in love with you for god knows how long now and haven’t been able to do anything about it? i tried everything! i watched those stupid muggle movies you like to see how they’d confess, i went to that love café in hogsmeade and asked the lady there how she thinks i should do it, i wrote fifteen failed love letters, fifteen! and none of it worked, so i just decided not to do anything about my feelings, but it was killing me, y/n, watching those other guys flirt with you, do all the things i wish i could do but couldn’t! and then today in potions, mattheo spilt amortentia all over me and now all i can think about is you, it physically hurt to keep this all inside of me, even now that i’ve said it all and ruined everything!”

the room was silent, save for draco who whispered, “who knew he could be such a sap?” to pansy.

meanwhile, your head was reeling, trying to absorb everything that had just happened. enzo had been just as in love with you as you had been with him this entire time, and you’d been nearly killing yourselves staying silent and hoping the other would say something.

while you were trying to process enzo’s unintentional confession, he was praying to anyone that would listen for you to just say something, even if it meant breaking his heart, at least then he'd finally know for sure how you felt. anything would've been better than the silence you faced him with now.

what broke you out of your trance was enzo storming off after realising he'd messed everything up, both his friendship with you and any chance he may have had with you as a boyfriend. quickly realising what you had done, you grabbed his hand, “enzo, wait.”

“i’m sorry, i’m just... in shock! i mean, wow, i’ve never been confessed to at all, let alone like this,” you felt your face getting warmer, still in complete disbelief at how this was your real life, “i like you too, enzo, as more than friends, and i think all that stuff you did is really sweet, even though i can tell you’re a little embarrassed about having to admit it.”

as soon as those words left your mouth, enzo’s mood did a complete 180 - he had never smiled a smile this wide in his entire life, he didn’t even know smiles could get as big as the one he had on right now, “really?” he asked, taking your other hand in his so he was now holding both. you nodded.

“okay then, let's rewind. y/n, would you like to go on a date to hogsmeade with me this saturday?” he asked, making a show of being perfectly chivalrous which had you stifling giggles.

letting one slip, you replied, “yeah, enzo, i’d love to. but can you just do me a quick favour first?”

“anything for you,” was his immediate reply, shortening the distance between the two of you as he cradled your head in his hands.

trying to ignore your racing heartbeat, you said, “send me those fifteen letters. i wanna read all of them.”

#lorenzo berkshire x reader #lorenzo berkshire x you #lorenzo berkshire fluff #lorenzo berkshire drabble #enzo berkshire x reader #slytherin boys #harry potter #harry potter x reader #slytherin boys x reader #cynwrites

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scarletskiesinthepaths · 10 hours ago

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I think Hange made their sacrifice fully aware of how devastating their loss would be for Levi. Out of everyone left, Hange had been with him the longest—and that kind of bond carries a profound weight. When you think about Levi’s history, it’s almost unbearably tragic: he lost his mother at a very young age (around age four-five), was abandoned by Kenny around age ten, and only got a brief few years with Furlan and Isabel before they were taken from him. Even Erwin, who played such a critical role in Levi’s life, was with him for only around five+ years after Levi joined the Scouts (as the Fall of Wall Maria was said to have taken place five years prior to the present timeline in S1).

In contrast, Hange’s time with Levi spanned close to a decade—longer than any other relationship he’d had in his life. Together, they were the last surviving members of the original Scout Regiment after the Battle of Shiganshina. Other than Levi himself, Hange was essentially the only person left who could recall all the comrades they had lost, including Furlan and Isabel, and the only one who truly grasped the depth of Levi’s sacrifice when he chose to let Erwin go. And I think, out of everyone, Hange really made an effort to understand Levi the most, with how often Hange would act as Levi’s “translator” and how Hange was the first to offer acceptance toward Levi, Furlan, and Isabel when they first joined the Scouts. It was that understanding and acceptance that laid the groundwork for their decade-long bond. By the time everything came to a head and Hange was faced with what amounted to their last stand, they knew exactly how Levi grieves—how each loss leaves a scar that never really heals.

So, I agree—Hange’s last words, entrusting Levi to Armin, can be seen as a final act of care and guardianship. They recognized that Levi, despite how strong and stoic he appears, still needs someone to rely on. He’s capable of leading, but he also shoulders the weight of everyone he’s lost; Hange didn’t want him to carry that burden alone. They wanted to ensure that people like Armin (and by extension Mikasa, Jean, Connie, and the others) would support Levi just as Hange had done for so many years. It was Hange’s way of saying, “Look after him—he might not show it, but he will need you.”

Hange’s parting words also highlighted their faith in Armin. By calling Levi Armin’s “underling,” Hange subtly validated Armin’s newfound role as a commander figure. Even though it was a gentle, almost humorous way to pass on leadership, it really kills me because it’s also laced with sorrow, as it confirms that Hange won’t be there to guide them anymore.

Hange knew better than anyone else how deeply and silently Levi mourns, and in their last moments, they did what they could to give him a little more time and space to heal under the care of trusted comrades.

In a sad way, I mentally translate this into, “alright my children, when I'm gone, take care of Papa for me”

#aot.meta #meta.levi #meta.hange #c: levi ackerman #c: hange zoe #my thoughts

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thedensworld · 2 days ago

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Run Devil Run | c.sc (Teaser)

Pairing: Incubus Seungcheol! x reader (feat. Incubus Jeonghan)

Genre: Supernatural romance au!

Type: fluff, angst, smut (mdnil!)

The New Project – Yoon Jeonghan

You tapped your nails against the rim of your cocktail glass, eyes scanning the dimly lit bar. The air was thick with conversation, laughter melting into the soft hum of jazz playing in the background. It was a Saturday night—which meant one thing.

Yoon Jeonghan would be here.

You had done your research. Jeonghan was a creature of habit, a man who lived in effortless perfection—too beautiful, too charming, too untouchable. A top actor with a face that could launch a thousand headlines, yet somehow, he had kept his name scandal-free.

Your client wanted that to change.

Your task? Get close. Make him fall. Break him. And then, hand over the evidence that would turn his flawless reputation into ruin.

Simple enough.

From the corner of your eye, you spotted him. Jeonghan. He was exactly where he was supposed to be—leaning against the bar, one hand wrapped loosely around a whiskey glass, eyes half-lidded as he listened to a friend’s story with an amused smirk.

A smirk that could ruin lives.

You tilted your head, exhaling slowly. Showtime.

Step one: get close to him.

You adjusted your posture, subtly angling yourself toward him without making it obvious. Not too desperate, not too disinterested. Just enough to place yourself in his periphery.

You ordered another drink, the bartender setting it down just as Jeonghan’s gaze flickered to you. It was a brief glance, barely a second long—but you felt the weight of it.

Good.

Step two: make him fall.

Jeonghan was used to being chased. Women fawned over him, men admired him, and yet—you wouldn’t do either. That was the trick.

So, you didn’t approach him.

You didn’t stare.

Instead, you let him notice you.

You exchanged fleeting glances, offering just the right amount of smile before looking away. A game of push and pull. Just enough to spark curiosity.

Then, the inevitable happened.

He came to you.

“You seem familiar,” Jeonghan mused, sliding into the barstool next to you. His voice was smooth, effortless. The kind that made people want to listen.

You blinked, feigning mild confusion. “Do I?”

He tilted his head, studying you, his smirk deepening as if he had already figured something out. “No,” he said. “But I wanted to see what you’d say.”

Clever.

You exhaled a soft chuckle, tapping your fingers against your glass. “And what did I say?”

Jeonghan took a sip of his drink, eyes gleaming. “Exactly what I expected.”

Step three: Play Him

Once Jeonghan took the bait, everything fell into place.

You met him at the bar twice more over the next few weeks, carefully weaving your way into his world. You weren’t too available, nor were you too distant. The perfect balance of interest and mystery.

You learned things.

1) His manager covered up rumors before they could spread.

2) He was always seen alone, yet never truly alone.

3) He didn’t mind attention, but he chose who got too close.

That was the trickiest part. Jeonghan was too smart. He knew when someone wanted something from him.

So you gave him exactly what he needed instead.

Fun. A distraction. Something to keep him entertained.

And in return, he let you in.

Close enough to stage a few things.

A photo here, a misleading encounter there. The illusion of scandal began to take shape.

Step four: leak the scandal

You sent the carefully crafted photos and fabricated “witness accounts” to your contact. The headlines would come soon enough.

“Yoon Jeonghan: Serial Womanizer?”

A carefully edited narrative. Just enough truth to be believable, just enough ambiguity to make people question.

And just like that, the job was done.

Or so you thought.

Because the next time you walked into the bar, someone else was waiting for you.

Not Jeonghan.

Not your client.

Choi Seungcheol.

And from the way he looked at you, dark amusement curling at the edges of his lips, you knew—

You were in trouble.

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cloversnstrawberries · 1 day ago

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"this is no place of honor" parental!platonic yandere!supervillian & gn!neglected!hero sidekick!reader [oneshot] ! !

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description; There has always been something wrong with you, with your powers-- nearly everyone who knows you has said so, one way or another. You wouldn't blame them-- if you overuse your powers even the teensiest bit, you quite literally become a passive threat to national security. When you break down to your new friend, Erin, about a recent incident-- you never expected for them to disagree with everyone else. To disagree with you on the matter.

additional notes; a short lil thing for malpractice, because he is... lowkey my favorite. PLEASE send in asks about this man i love him and would love to spill my ideas everywhere like spaghetti out my pocket. if you want to learn anything about worldbuilding, the agency, the hero reader works with, readers powers as well, PLEAAAASE let me know because i will infodump so hard. a torrential downpour of information. pleek.

warnings; implied child abuse, neglect, and generally immoral conduct involving reader (done by the agency), hurt/comfort, manipulation, possessive behavior, overprotectiveness, corpses, dehumanization (agency to reader D:), Malpractice and his goshdang puppets again!!, unsettling behavior, & if there's anything major I missed, please let me know, and i'll add it!!

w/c; 1.8k

You don't know why this is happening, what broke the dam and let all your emotions come flowing free. You're happy, you should be happy-- you love hanging out with your friend, so why are you crying so much? It's not fair, you thought you'd cried all you had back in your room.

Maybe it was the crushing kind of guilt about your situation right now. You aren't even supposed to be out of your room right now, much less the facility as a whole. It's not-- you should be safe to be around right now, so you didn't see much of a reason to skip out on your regular hangouts with your new friend.

Even if you had to sneak out for it. It's not like you're dangerous to be around anymore, the radioactive affect you emit should be long neutralized; the staff just wanted to keep you locked up to think about what you'd done.

And you'd thought plenty. That might be why your letting it all lose now, finally having someone to talk to that won't judge or shame you for your feelings for actions.

You've only known each other for about a month, you and Erin-- it's a terrifying thought, that this might cause them to pull away. To see how unstable you are, and decide to not want any part in your life.

If they did, then you wouldn't blame them. It's a terrible, awful feeling, being unable to control yourself. Curled up on the stone bench, settled in a quiet little grotto you'd taken to visiting a lot as of late-- your legs pulled to your chest, face pressed against your knees.

"I only wanted to help..." Despite how muffled your voice was, how crackly and warbled from how hard you were crying, you could still tell that Erin understood what you'd said.

Erin set a firm hand on your back, taking to rubbing calming little circles with their thumb. Your breath hitched, as a shuddering sob wracked your entire frame.

Deep down, you feel like you don't deserve this kind of comfort. Not after what you did, even if it was an accident. You didn't think that'd count as 'overusing your powers', enough to make you a biohazard--

"Shhh..." Erin soothed, their other hand gently holding your upper arm as you hiccupped and sniffled. "I know, I know. It's not your fault," And something about that set you off-- you'd feel better if they were blaming you, because they should be doing that.

With a monumental amount of effort (the kind that should get you an award), you pulled your face from where you'd been crushing it against the top of your knees, and looked Erin in the eyes. For just a second, before deciding it was too difficult right now, and casting your gaze to the ground as you spoke.

"No-- but, but it is! They, I-- I hurt someone, they're in the hospital fo-for radiation poisoning, and it's because of me--!" Erin's grip on your arm tightened just a fraction, but it was enough to cut your stumbling tirade short. On instinct, you looked back at their face--

You meant to only glance, before looking back to the ground. But there was something... off, in their gaze, that made you hold it. Out of fear, maybe-- something was wrong, something that wasn't wrong about 15 minutes ago when you'd entered the grotto to find them already there.

"You couldn't have known," They said with a firm kind of finality, the kind that you wouldn't dare try to argue. "And it's not like they're going to die, that level of radiation poisoning, from what you've told me of their symptoms; is hardly anything to sneeze at. Things are being blown out of proportion."

A few beats of silence passed, before your face wrenched up-- tears started anew, as you pitched forward into Erin's chest. They wrapped their arms around you in an embrace readily, like they'd been waiting their whole life to do so. Your arms wrapped around their waist in response, and they pulled you closer.

They were wearing a pretty sort of blouse-- your afraid it might be silk, with how it feels against your skin. As you cry and cry into their shoulder, you remember hearing that silk is so delicate that even water can stain it indefinitely.

But when you try to pull back, afraid that may be the case-- you find Erin's hand had settled on the back of your head, and gently guided your face back against their shoulder.

It broke you, that gesture. It might not be silk, you aren't very well-versed in these kinds of things first-hand; but if it was, which you think it may be, they're letting you stain it. The idea of it is enough to make all your walls come down, as sputtered out all your worries that's been building for months-- no, years-- before.

"I-- I jus' wanna help, that's all I wanna do! But I'm... i'm always treated like-- like a ticking timebomb or something! I don't wanna hurt people, I'm supposed to heal them-- but I can't-- I can't if I accidentally push myself too far and end up becoming a danger to everyone!" It all came tumbling out before you could even think to stop it,

But Erin took it in stride regardless. They shushed and soothed you in a way no one ever dared before-- not since the agency got it's hands on you when you were young, when your powers first presented.

It's a strange idea, that you've only known Erin for a month, if even that. They know things you don't think you've told them before, like that time you accidentally stole a sucker from a gas station a few months ago, or what your favorite school subject was.

They were simple things, though. Things you've told other friends before, so maybe it just slipped your mind that you told them after all. It feels like Erin has known you longer than you have, though.

It's an unsettling kind of thought, one that was a little difficult to shake off. But right now, you didn't have any wiggle-room to think about it. Right now, you were a little too focused on (metaphorically) spilling your guts all over the stone bench underneath you two.

By the time you'd gotten everything off your chest, your whole body felt heavy from exhaustion. Distantly, you could hear police canvasing the area-- could hear on of the facility directors speaking with them, no doubt looking for you.

Even if you had been given the go-ahead for this outing, you'd stayed out way too long. The sun was starting to set, and you never knew you could cry for that long.

Erin had held you through the whole thing, and had a hard time letting you go. When you tried to pull back, their hold kept steadfast. Their strength wasn't something you could've predicted-- but you were so out of it that you didn't question it much.

"I don' want them finding out about you." You mumbled against their shoulder, but they still didn't let up. You realized that their hearing probably wasn't as good as yours-- or they hadn't put two and two together yet,

"The agency's looking for me." Voice almost a whisper, you still knew they heard you. Because they immediately said "I know." And your brows furrowed, and Erin let you pull your head back just enough so you could look up at them.

They were looking down at you in turn, their eyes looked... well, maybe it was the dim lighting, but it looked like they had bloodshot eyes-- except the veins weren't red,

They were pitch black.

it has to be the lighting, you tell yourself as you swallowed past the lump in your throat. "I have to go." Voice wavering, you hoped Erin could pick up on how much you didn't want to leave. That this was outside of your control.

Erin just stared at you, unblinking. For a terrible, agonizingly long moment, they didn't look much like Erin at all. You don't know who they looked like, but it definitely wasn't the person you've become accustomed to in recent weeks.

"I know." They parroted back, continuing to stare at you. It was like they were mulling over something very important, but you couldn't put your finger on what exactly that something was,

Not until they suddenly said "I'm just debating whether or not I should let them have you." And you hope that they didn't mean for it to come off the way it did, like they were about to steal you away like a fairytale witch in the dead of night.

Despite your better judgement, you settled on the idea that they meant for it to be comforting. That's okay, sometimes the way you say things makes it come out a little off. You won't fault them for that.

"I promise I'll see you soon-- but probably a few more weeks. I'm sure I'll get in big trouble for this." Their arms tightened "That's exactly why I don't want to let them have you. You shouldn't get punished for wanting some fresh air."

Heart beating a bit faster now, you started to squirm. Voice a litle pitchy, as you begged Erin to "Please let me go-- they might hurt you if you don't. They don't want me forming any outside connections."

Still, they didn't let go.

"I can't lose you, please--" It might've been because of the way your voice cracked so pathetically, or how your eyes started to shine with tears again, that finally had Erin releasing you.

Quickly, you hopped off the stone bench; only to stumble and almost fall face-first to the ground, before Erin gently grabbed ahold of you and kept you steady, as your body adjusted to standing after sitting for so long.

You mumbled a quick thank you, before turning and giving Erin a quick goodbye hug. it's all you could afford right now, since you heard the voices coming closer. They can't see you two together, you know that much--

"Goodbye, Erin." You quietly said, giving a short wave and you sped-walked towards the entrance/exit of the grotto. Erin gave a little wave back, the movement jerky in a way that felt a little unnatural-- but who are you to judge?

"Goodbye, dear. I'll see you soon."

The facility had kept you locked up tight for longer than you'd expected-- but the time you got out of your 1 and 1/2 month long grounding, Erin was nowhere to be found.

In their place, however, was a younger boy-- closer to your age than Erin had been-- that claims to be Erin's little brother. Saying that Erin fell ill, but didn't want you to be alone. So they sent him, who was hilariously so, also named Aaron-- different spelling, though.

They don't look much alike, you don't think; but they might be adopted. It'd be rude to ask, so you keep quiet on it. They have a very similar smile, though-- same odd way of speaking at times.

#oc: malpractice #yandere x reader #yandere oc #platonic yandere #platonic yandere oc #platonic yandere x reader #yandere #soft yandere #yandere horror #my writing #reqs open #requests open #my ocs <3 #gn!reader #neglected reader

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masorciereviolette · 2 days ago

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You Can Find Me In The Space Between—Where Two Worlds Come To Meet—I’ll Never Be Out Of Reach 3

Minors DNI 18+ Only

Pairing: AU Agatha Harkness x Reader, Past Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal

Warnings: Pure Fluff, Defeated Rio, Wholesome Moments, Explict, Graphic Descriptions of Sexual Content, Dirty Talk, Teasing, Possessive Behavior, Dom/ Sub Behavior, Mommy kink, Agatha is a warning on her own stg, Praise Kink, Strap, Slight Overstimulation, Rough sex. This is literally just 4k of straight FLITH at the end ngl man ✋🏽😭

Word count: 6.3k

A/N: Y'all are amazing and I’m so sorry I had to post this separately cause I hit the character block so here’s the reception & the wedding night :))) I’m sorry for any typos I stayed up till 4 am finishing because I couldn’t stop stg—

Taglist: @ambessas-doll @milflovers4 @graceful-witch07

The ceremony had been intimate and tearful, but the reception was something else entirely—warm, joyful, a little chaotic in the best way, and filled with the kind of love that made your chest ache like it might crack open just to let all the feeling out.

The venue had been transformed into a soft-lit dream. Twinkling fairy lights were strung along the beams , candles flickered from every table, casting golden halos that danced across champagne glasses and flushed cheeks.

You and Agatha barely made it through the double doors of the reception space before being swarmed. Hugs came in all directions, congratulations tumbling over one another, and someone’s lipstick smudging your cheek while another guest handed you a flute of champagne you didn’t remember asking for.

Agatha just laughed, gracious but slightly wicked. You didn’t miss the small smirk that played on her lips as she whispered something scandalous into your ear, barely loud enough for you to hear but enough to make your breath catch and your cheeks flush.

Alice was already halfway through a bottle of wine by then gleefully weaving through the crowd and announcing to anyone who’d listen that she’d called this wedding a year ago—“A year ago!” she insisted, holding up one finger like a professor lecturing a distracted class.

Jen followed after her with a wine glass of her own and an apologetic smile, mouthing “Sorry” behind her partner’s back every time Alice started a new version of the same story with increasingly dramatic flair. You could only laugh, touched by the chaos, warmed by the presence of people who had rooted for you both from the very beginning, even if neither of you did.

But through it all—through the noise, the dancing, the heartfelt speeches and laughter so bright it made your ribs hurt, you and Agatha never separated. Not once.

Her hand found yours at every moment, fingers brushing, pinkies linked beneath the table, palms pressed together during the toasts. Even when you were drawn into separate conversations, she was there—her gaze steady across the room, always returning to you, as if tethered by something invisible and unshakable.

At one point, you found yourself in a quiet corner with a glass of something sweet and fizzy, and she found you like she always did. No fanfare. No words. Just her sliding in beside you, taking your free hand and lifting it to her lips as if the whole world didn’t matter—like everything that came before this moment had only been a prelude.

The DJ cleared his throat, tapping the mic once. Then your name rang out across the glowing reception hall, and the low hum of chatter quieted as the lights dimmed, casting everything in a golden wash.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” he called, his voice smooth and ceremonial, “may I present—for the very first time. Our newlyweds for their first dance.”

A wave of applause rolled over the room, and you turned instinctively toward Agatha, already having your hand in hers. Her fingers laced through yours with the ease of someone who’d done it a thousand times before and would do it a thousand more.

She looked impossibly breathtaking in the warm light—her dark hair pinned back in elegant waves, the lace of her tux catching just enough shimmer to make her look almost unreal. But it was her eyes that made you breathless—soft, reverent, like she was seeing something sacred.

“I warned you I can’t properly dance” you murmured nervously as she began to lead you toward the center of the floor.

Agatha’s mouth curved into that sly, practiced smirk she always wore when she knew exactly what she was doing. “Good thing you married someone who can,” she whispered back, pulling you gently into place.

The music began—low and lilting, the kind of song that wrapped around you like silk. A soft piano, a cello humming underneath, and a swell of strings that carried just enough emotion to make your heart flutter.

Your hand found her shoulder. Her hand slid confidently to your waist, fingers curling just firmly enough to ground you. And then the world dimmed around the edges. It was just you and her.

Agatha moved like water—fluid, intentional as she guided you into each step with a grace that made it feel like you’d been dancing together for years. You tried not to overthink it, tried to remember where your feet were supposed to go, but then she spun you with a subtle flick of her wrist, catching you on the other side with a low chuckle.

“Relax,” she said softly, her voice like warm wine. “You’re doing beautifully.”

You let out a breath and met her gaze—and everything else faded. The guests, the lights, even the music, for a moment. It was just her eyes, steady and sure, holding yours like a promise she meant to keep.

You stepped on her foot once, and she laughed—genuinely, not mockingly, the sound of it melting the heat of embarrassment from your cheeks. “Still beautiful,” she said, and twirled you again. She twirled you often, actually, like she couldn’t resist the sight of you spinning just for her. The room blurred each time, your heart tripping over itself in time with the beat.

And still, she never let you go. “Tell me something,” you said under your breath, as she pulled you in again, her hand brushing the small of your back.

“Anything,” she murmured.

“Did you ever think we’d honestly get here? To this moment?”

Agatha’s smile softened, losing its sharpness. Her brow furrowed, just slightly, like the question was too big to answer all at once. Her hand moved up to cradle your jaw as they swayed, and for a second, she looked at you like she was searching for the right words and finding nothing quite enough.

“I hoped…” she said finally. “But I didn’t dare believe it. Not until I saw you walking toward me today.”

Your breath caught, and your steps faltered for just a second—but she steadied you, holding you like she always had. Like she always would. And then the music shifted. The swell came, one last rise in the melody, one final crescendo. Agatha’s hand pressed gently at your back as she guided you into one last spin, more fluid than the rest, and then—a dip.

She leaned you back in a graceful arc, one arm around your waist, the other still clasping your hand in hers as you tilted into her. The crowd let out a collective sigh, a few gasps of awe, someone clapping early, but you barely noticed.

Because her eyes never left yours.

Because your heart was in your throat.

Because Agatha Harkness was holding you like you were her greatest triumph. She pulled you upright slowly, savoring the moment, then leaned in until her forehead touched yours. The applause grew louder, warm and full, echoing across the walls—yet it sounded far away.

Her lips brushed your ear, her breath soft and trembling just slightly. “I’ve never been this happy,” she whispered, barely audible over the sound of your heartbeat. You closed your eyes. Let it settle in your chest. Let it tether itself to every part of you.

The rest of the night blurred into something golden and untouchable—laughter rippling like wind, soft music floating above clinking glasses, plates passed around like offerings, and too many toasts to count. Every time someone raised their glass, it was followed by cheers, applause, or someone shouting your names from across the room with barely-contained joy.

You and Agatha still never strayed too far from each other. She always found your hand, your shoulder, the small of your back. You fed each other bites of everything—her slicing into the grilled vegetables with precision and sliding a piece onto your plate, you returning the favor with a forkful of pasta. A kiss followed here, a touch there, her thumb brushing crumbs from the corner of your mouth. The two of you orbiting one another in a way that didn’t just feel romantic but it felt inevitable.

At one point, you found yourselves tucked into your seats as another toast wrapped up, champagne glasses still half full, the flicker of candlelight casting soft shadows across Agatha’s cheekbone. Alice leaned across the table, her elbow knocking over a napkin holder, and squinted at you both like you were breaking some unspoken rule.

“Do you two ever separate?” she asked, incredulous.

Agatha didn’t even look at her. “Nope” she said, smoothly, as she reached over, grabbed your hand, and tugged it firmly into her lap. “Why would we?”

Alice groaned, dramatically leaning back in her chair and draping a hand over her eyes. “Disgusting. You’re like—an extremely affectionate parasite.”

Jen grinned, sipping her wine without missing a beat. “It romantic. Don’t let her get to you.”

You laughed, head tilting as you leaned against Agatha’s shoulder, letting your voice drop into something quieter, more intimate. “Let them be jealous. They don’t get to go home with you.”

Agatha hummed, her smile low and secret as she brushed her lips against your temple. “Their loss.”

Later in the night, when the party had thinned slightly and the music slowed to something dreamy and faraway, you found yourself nestled in Agatha’s lap at one of the candlelit tables.

Her arms wrapped lazily around your waist, her chin resting on your shoulder, the two of you rocking slightly in time with the music despite not being on the dance floor.

You leaned into her without a second thought, your cheek brushing against hers. The atmosphere buzzed gently around you. Clinking glasses, bursts of laughter, the occasional cheer—but here, in her arms, everything quieted.

She fed you slow, deliberate bites of cake from her fork, pausing between each one to savor the look on your face. The frosting lingered sweetly on your lips until her thumb brushed it away.

“You didn’t even like this flavor during the tasting,” she murmured, her tone suspicious, her brow lifting just enough to tease.

You smiled and played coy, glancing at her from beneath your lashes. “Well…I changed my mind.”

Agatha made a disbelieving noise under her breath, but her smile gave her away. Her hand slid up your back, fingertips tracing up your spine. Then, her eyes shifted. The warmth in her body cooled by something else—something heavier. You turned to follow her gaze, Nicholas.

Spinning clumsily on the dance floor, his tie crooked and his little tux jacket tossed carelessly over a chair somewhere. His cheeks were flushed, hair messy, limbs moving with the kind of unfiltered joy only children could summon. And dancing with him—was Rio.

She had discarded her heels and was holding Nicholas’ hands as he twirled in small circles, giggling too loud for the music. Her smile was soft. Measured. Not her usual sly smirk or condescending tilt of the head. This one… was careful. Real. And it didn’t seem performative, not like before.

She wasn’t trying to pull focus. Wasn’t commanding the room. In fact, she had been almost invisible all evening—quiet, distant, like someone who knew they had already missed their moment. “She showed up late,” you murmured, your voice threading low and careful between you. “I don’t think she was at the ceremony.”

Agatha’s jaw ticked. You felt it against your back—the way her arms stiffened slightly around you, then slowly relaxed again. Always composed, always trying to stay above it. But the tension didn’t lie.

You reached for her hand where it rested on your waist, brushing your thumb over her knuckles, grounding her. “It doesn’t matter,” you whispered, tilting your head so your lips grazed just beneath her ear. “She missed the best part.”

Agatha let out a breath—a small, amused huff that sounded more like a release of pressure than anything else. “Damn right she did,” she murmured, pulling you closer. “You were radiant.”

“You cried,” you teased gently.

She scoffed. “I got something in my eye.”

“Uh-huh.” You mocked smiling, your heart full in a way that felt unreal—like it was too much to fit in your chest all at once. And as you sat there in her lap, the two of you watching your son dance under the soft glow of fairy lights and candlelight, everything felt perfect.

Nicholas came tearing across the dance floor moments later like a whirlwind of joy, his little shoes half off, one sock slouching around his ankle, the other completely missing. His face was flushed with excitement, cheeks glowing pink under the lights, and his hair stuck out in every direction like he’d been rolling through a field instead of dancing.

“Can we dance now?” he asked breathlessly, eyes wide, practically vibrating with hope. “All of us? Together?” You turned instinctively to Agatha, whose brows lifted with amusement and affection all at once. She tilted her head toward you, smirking just a little.

“You up for one more?” she asked, though her hand was already reaching for yours.

You grinned, feeling your heart pull warm and sure in your chest. “Always.”

Nicholas didn’t wait for permission. He squeezed between the two of you with all the subtlety of a six-year-old high on sugar and adrenaline. He grabbed each of your hands—yours in his right, Agatha’s in his left—and beamed up at you like this was the best idea he’d ever had before dragging you both out to the floor.

The music swelled again, soft and playful, and under the glow of twinkling lights and the low hum of laughter around you, the three of you danced. If it could be called that.

Nicholas led the way with chaotic abandon, swinging your hands and dragging you into uncompleted spins. Agatha laughed aloud when he nearly pulled you both off balance, but she didn’t let go. Instead, she followed his rhythm—such as it was, with surprising grace, matching his energy beat for beat even as she shot you an amused look over the top of his head.

“Is this a dance or a battle?” she teased, breathless from laughter as Nicholas spun in a circle so quickly he nearly toppled.

“A battle,” you laughed back. “And he’s definitely winning.”

Nicholas only giggled harder, letting out a triumphant yell as he twirled between you, his little hands tight in yours. For a moment, it was all momentum and music and joy so loud it made your chest ache. The world had narrowed again—not into silence this time, but into something louder, fuller. Into this little mess of limbs and laughter and light.

It was messy, It was loud. It was barefoot and chaotic and completely off-beat, And it was perfect. You caught Agatha’s gaze over Nicholas’ head again—and the look she gave you… it rooted you in place even as you moved. Something about the way she was watching you, her lips parted, eyes soft and brimming with emotion.

Something unspoken passed between you—something ancient and deep, like you’d both been waiting your whole lives for this exact moment without knowing it. She mouthed, Thank you. You didn’t ask for what. You already knew.

By the end of the night, most of the guests had either trickled out into the quiet evening or collapsed into chairs scattered around the reception space, their shoes kicked off and bow ties loosened, laughing over melting desserts and sipping the last of their drinks. The music had slowed to a soft instrumental hum, more background than centerpiece now, just enough to keep the magic lingering in the air.

You were curled up in Agatha’s lap again, your heels long since abandoned somewhere under a table, your legs draped across hers, your head resting against her chest. Her arms were warm and heavy around you, one hand gently rubbing slow circles against your outer thigh, the other lazily brushing through your hair, slowly removing pins. Her heart beat steadily beneath your cheek, and you could’ve stayed there forever—wrapped in candlelight, in the remnants of laughter, in her.

Then after tossing the final hair pin onto the table, she leaned down and pressed a kiss to your temple, her lips lingering for a moment longer than necessary. “We’re leaving,” she murmured against your skin.

You blinked, slowly turning your face toward her. “Now?”

Agatha didn’t answer with words. Instead, she slipped you off hep lap and stood—graceful and unhurried, yet somehow full of purpose. She pulled you easily along with her, hand sliding into yours before you could form a coherent protest. You stumbled a step, disoriented but amused. She gave you that look.

The one that had undone you more times than you could count. Mischief softened by affection. Patience thinned by want. Her brow raised, a single dark arch daring you to challenge her. You didn’t.

You sighed, smiling despite yourself. “Okay, fine. But I didn’t get my third slice of cake.”

“You’ll survive,” she said, already guiding you through the dwindling crowd, nodding politely at the few people who still lingered with sleepy grins.

The night air kissed your skin the moment the doors opened, cool and clean after the warmth of the venue. A black car waited at the curb, engine low and purring, headlights slicing gently through the dark. Agatha made a beeline for it, your hand still tightly in hers.

“Slow down,” you laughed as you stumbled slightly, the cobblestones beneath your bare feet catching you off guard. “My feet are threatening a mutiny.”

She glanced over her shoulder at you, her expression wicked and impossibly fond all at once.

“I’ve waited long enough,” she said, voice low, amused… and something else entirely. Something warm and possessive that curled along your spine like smoke. You raised a brow, teasing. “For the car?”

Agatha smirked, pausing just long enough to tug you closer by the hand still caught in hers. When you stumbled forward, she leaned in, her mouth brushing the shell of your ear. “No,” she whispered. “For tonight. For you. For all of it.” You shivered, pulse skipping in your throat.

And then she was walking again—faster now, like the only thing on her mind was getting you away from the noise and the lights and into the quiet of the night. Her grip never faltered. Her stride never hesitated.

“All I want right now,” she said, tugging the car door open with one hand, “is to get you back to our hotel suite.” You didn’t argue with her, not this time.

By the time you arrive at the hotel suite things are moving in a blur. Agatha kicked the door shut behind you, pinning you against the cool wood. Her mouth found yours before you could blink—fierce and hungry and somehow still soft against your lips.

A hand slid into your hair, gripping gently, angling your head to deepen the kiss. The other hand, the one that had been skimming up your leg, settled high on your waist and pulled you flush against her.

Your body molded to hers like it was made to fit there—like she was pouring herself into the hollows of you until you were filled up with her. She broke away just as suddenly, chest heaving, eyes dark and wild.

She wanted you naked. She wanted to mark you, claim you, make you a map of her desire etched into the skin. But she also wanted to take her time, to savor every inch of you like a drink she meant to linger over. Like that first sip of something strong and perfect, hot and burning as it slid down her throat, igniting a slow heat in her belly.

Her hands roamed your back, slipping between the fabric separating your body from hers until she found the zipper—she tugged it down. Until the dress fell away to pool at your feet. Looking her fill, eyes drifting over your face and lingering on the swell of your breasts, the curve of your waist and hips, the line of your thighs. Like a glutton feasting her eyes on everything on her plate before she dug in, before she tasted.

She started with your mouth again—wasting no time, wasting no more kisses. Wasting no more distance between you. her hands mapped a path down your neck and chest, skimming just shy of where you most wanted to be touched.

Over the sensitive skin of your ribs, and the mound of your breasts, palming you through the lace of your bra. Her fingers deftly unhooked the clasp, freeing you to the cool air of the room.

She dipped her head, taking one nipple into her mouth and laving it with her tongue. Teeth scraped and lips sealed around the tight bud, sucking hard enough to make you gasp. Make you arch. Make you beg.

Your hands laced themselves into her soft locks as a string of broken whimpers fell from your lips Agatha made quick work of the rest of your undergarments, nearly tearing them in her haste to divest you of the flimsy fabric. You were left bare, exposed, like a feast before her hungry gaze.

Her hands gripped your hips, thumbs digging into the soft flesh, kneading and squeezing as she pulled you tighter against her. You could feel the heat of her body seeping into your own. Agatha spins you both around, walking you backwards until you both unceremoniously tumbled back onto the bed.

She leaned down, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the column of your throat, across your collarbone, between the valley of your breasts. Her fingers drifted lower, skimming over your stomach, pausing at the dip of your hipbones before sliding between your thighs.

She made quick work of your desperate need, her fingers stroking and circling and plunging deep into your heat. Gasps and moans spilled from your lips, your grip on her hair tightening as the tension built in your core.

Pleasure crested over you in waves, your body thrashing beneath her ministrations. She caught your mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing your cries as she brought you to the pinnacle of ecstasy.

With a final, sharp thrust of her fingers, she sent you hurtling over the edge. Your body went rigid, spine arched, as a filthy moan tore from your throat. She worked you through it, extending your pleasure with skillful touches and tender kisses until you collapsed against the sheets, splayed out and limp.

But she wasn't done with you—not yet. Would never be done with you. She slid higher, settling her hips between your thighs. Dipping her head, capturing your mouth in a filthy, open-mouthed kiss. Her tongue exploring the cavern of your mouth, stroking along yours, teasing you.

You groaned into the kiss arms slipping up around her back, after a few moments you pulled away brushing your nose against her own almost desperately “I need more-“

A wicked grin spread across Agatha's face, a glint of mischief sparking in her eyes. She tapped your leg before sliding off the mattress, walking quickly over to the open suitcase sitting idly on the table, reaching inside, she pulled her strap from the inner pocket.

"Always prepared," she purred, voice low and dripping with lust. With deft movements, she disrobed fully - blazer shrugged off and tossed aside, lace bralette unbuttoned and peeled away. Once the toy was settled around her hips, the base fitting snugly in the curve of her waist. She walked back over, crawling up the mattress, slotting herself right back between your spread legs.

She leaned back over you, one elbow braced near your head, the other hand drifting over the shape of your curves. Manicured fingers slid over the swell of your breasts, circling your nipples until they pebbled under her touch.

"Do you want me to fuck you now baby?" she asked, voice a dark rumble. She rolled her hips, the length of her nestled in the heat between your thighs, rubbing achingly slow against your swollen flesh. You whimpered, hips canting off the bed to chase the friction.

"Yes," you gasped, desperate already. Ravenous for it "fuck please—" you whimpered, she sat back to drink in the sight of you displayed before her.

With a sudden, sharp movement, Agatha flipped you over to your stomach. A hand pressed against the small of your back, fingers splayed across your hip bones, pinning you to the mattress. The other hand gripped your ass, kneading and squeezing the soft globe as she spread your thighs farther apart, pulling your hips closer to her own.

You felt the head of the toy catch against your entrance, just the crown breaching your opening. The anticipation was delicious torture and she knew it. "Brace yourself baby " Agatha warned with a dark, lascivious smile. "This is going to be hard and fast and just the way mommy knows you need it."

Your fingers curled into the sheets as a guttural moan claws its way from your throat “fuck mommy please-“ you begged wiggling your ass slightly in anticipation

Agatha wasted no time, slamming her hips forward to bury herself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. You cried out, back arching as you were split open on the thick length of her. She set a relentless pace, hips pounding against your ass as she took you with deep, powerful strokes.

One hand gripped your hip, fingers sinking into the flesh hard enough to leave marks, while the other slid around to your front. Fingers found your clit, rubbing tight circles over the sensitive nub in time with the piston-like thrusts of her hips.

"Fuck, your cunt feels incredible," Agatha growled, voice ragged with lust. "So tight and hot and perfect. It's like your pussy was made just for mommy’s cock."

She leaned down, biting at your shoulder, sucking and nipping at the skin until she'd no doubt left a vivid purple crescent. Her hips never faltered, never slowed, driving into you with a force that shook the bed.

"Harder—" you gasped out, pushing your hips back to meet her thrusts. "Ah! Fuck, yes— " you hissed out

A dark chuckle rumbled from Agatha's chest, echoing against your skin. "As you wish" she purred wickedly. The hand on your hip tightened, gripping you hard enough to bruise as she upped the ferocity of her thrusts. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by your wanton cries and her low, guttural moans of pleasure.

Agatha pistoned her hips, the possessive force of her rocking your entire body with each impact. The sensation of being so utterly filled, stretched to the limit around her cock, pressing against your deepest places, had you seeing stars. Each drag of the toy against your inner walls ignited sparks behind your eyelids, your vision hazing over with building pleasure.

"Fuck—" you screamed, fingers clawing at the sheets as Agatha's pace turned brutal. "Don't stop, please don't stop!"

She relentlessly pounded into your dripping sex as her fingers circled your swollen clit at a feverish speed. The dual stimulation had your thighs quaking, your core clenching desperately around the invading length impossibly deep inside you.

"I'm...I'm going to..." you choked out between gasping breaths and escalating moans, feeling your climax barreling towards you like a freight train.

"Then come baby, you don’t need my permission tonight" Agatha crooned, her voice a dark snarl of lust. "Come all over my cock like a good girl…" With that, she sank her teeth into your shoulder again, biting down just hard enough to topple you over the edge into a mind-blowing, body-wracking orgasm. You screamed your pleasure as ecstasy crashed through you, wave after wave of euphoria gushing out from where you were joined.

Agatha gentled her thrusts but kept them deliberate, grinding into you as you shuddered and clenched through the aftershocks. She peppered your sweat-slicked back with tender kisses, murmuring low words of praise and adoration into your bared shoulder blades.

"Such a good girl," she crooned, voice a reverent rumble. "Taking your mommy's cock so beautifully."

Her fingers glided over your hip, your waist, up the center of your spine before tangled in your damp hair. She curled her hand into the locks and tugged lightly, urging your head back to bare the slender column of your throat.

Agatha licked a slow stripe up your neck, tasting the salt of your skin. Drawing a shuddery gasp from your lips. Her hips continued their lazy, rolling thrusts, the silken drag against your sensitive flesh restoring the embers of your desire.

"That's it, baby," she praised, nibbling at the hinge of your jaw. "It feels so good to be full of me, doesn't it? To have me stretching your sweet little cunt so perfectly?"

Her hand drifted around your waist to your belly, splaying possessively over the subtle swell. She pressed against it, forcing herself deeper into your abused channel. The crown kissed your cervix, the bulbous head rubbing insistently against the opening to your womb.

Agatha's touch crept lower, skimming through the neat curls at the juncture of your thighs and sliding teasingly around your mound before delving back between swollen folds slick with your earlier release. Two fingers pushed into your entrance alongside the thickness of the toy still nestled deep inside you, pumping slowly in tandem with her deliberate thrusts.

"There's no part of you that isn't mine," Agatha growled lowly in your ear, nipping sharply at your earlobe. "No inch of skin or secret spot that doesn't belong to me now."

She punctuated her dark declaration with a flex of her fingers, curling them into your sodden heat and pressing firmly against a spot that made your belly clench and legs tremble.

"This is where you belong," she continued, voice grasping with lust and something deeper, more primal. "In my bed, split open on my cock, mommy’s pretty little fuck toy."

Suddenly, Agatha grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, the action making your breasts sway enticingly. With her chest pressed firmly to your back, she bucked into you with short, rough jolts of her hips.

You could already feel another climax building, slow and intense. Your head dropped down pressing into the mattress, incoherent babbles slipping from your lips “m-mommy, it’s coming- I can’t hold it-“

"Don't hold back," Agatha commanded, voice tight with her own approaching pinnacle. "Let it happen, baby. Let mommy feel you come undone."

Her hips rolled harder, the toy spearing you open with greater force as she chased your pleasure. The room filled with the lewd sounds of your union - skin slapping against skin, the slick squelch of the strap pumping into your dripping sex, and your escalating cries of ecstasy as your climax overwhelmed you.

Her fingers at some point snuck back down, rubbing your clit in tight, sharp circles, her hips slamming into you with brutal force. The thick head of the strap kissed your cervix one more time before your whole body jerked and shuddered beneath Agatha's relentless onslaught. Pleasure, white hot and all-consuming, exploded through every nerve ending, wracking your body with tremors as you writhed beneath her.

"That's it, sweetheart " Agatha hummed, her touch unrelenting, forcing you through each throbbing wave of your climax. "Squeeze mommy's cock…" The filthy words continue to spill from her lips.

Your body felt weightless and utterly spent but you still had one thing at the forefront of your mind. After you’ve collected yourself as best you can you turned your head to the side, watching her pull the toy out slowly you couldn’t help but wince “help me flip back-“

She carefully pulled out of your tender flesh, letting you feel every inch of the toy dragging along your sensitive walls. Once she was free "I got you baby " Agatha murmured, gently turning you over onto your back. She tucked your hair away from your face, fingertips trailing soft lines over your blushing cheeks and kiss-swollen lips.

Rolling onto her knees, Agatha unfastened the toy, tossing it away before she dipped her hand between her own thighs, fingers delving into her wetness, intent on finishing herself off quickly. You lazily sat up, grabbing her wrist to stopped the movement, pulling her closer. You leaned back down, leading her by the hand to crawl up your body. Gently guiding one of her thighs across your face, settling her squarely over your mouth.

Agatha shuddered as your warm breath ghosted over her most sensitive flesh. Trembling fingers tangled into your hair as you guided her hips lower, encouraging her to sink down until your lips met slick skin.

"Fuck, baby," Agatha gasped, back arching as your tongue parted her folds. "Your mouth feels fucking incredible—"

Tasting her own essence on your lips ignited a fresh surge of lust inside of you, you pulled her down completely pressing your face into her. Agatha rolled her hips, rubbing herself against your face, smearing your cheeks and chin with her arousal. The sweet scent of her desire filled your nostrils as you licked and suckled, spurring her to grind against you with increasing fervor.

"That's it sweetheart" she praised breathlessly. Her grip tightened in your hair as her pleasure mounted, every drag of your tongue stoking the flames climbing higher inside her with each passing second.

You groaned into her core, feeling Agatha's walls start to flutter around the probing intrusion of your tongue delving deeper inside her. Your lips and chin glistened with her slick arousal, and the evidence of your thorough debauchery made Agatha groan, a fresh surge of lust shooting through her body.

Agatha rocked her hips urgently against your face, painting your features with her release as she chased her pleasure with abandon. The slick sounds of your coupling filled the room once more - the filthy suckling noises of your mouth working feverishly against Agatha's most intimate place. “Fuck baby, mommy’s gonna cum all over your sweet little face-“ Her hips undulated with each crashing wave of sensation radiating out from where you were pressed so intimately together.

"Fuck-" Agatha gasped sharply, trying to catch her breath after coming so hard. She reached down to gently pull you away before gently moving off your body and helping you move to lay properly beside her

She gathered you into her arms, wrapping you tightly against the warm, silken skin of her body. The embrace was protective, unyielding, yet achingly gentle—as though she was afraid you might vanish if she held you too loosely.

Agatha’s hands drifted across your back, down your spine, and over your hips with a tender possessiveness, her touch reverent. Each brush of her fingertips mapped the familiar terrain of your body, stroking every curve and hollow as though she was committing it to memory for the thousandth time and yet with the same awe as if it were the first.

“My perfect girl,” Agatha murmured, her voice low and thick with emotion as she tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. The pads of her fingers lingered just a moment longer on your cheek, her thumb tracing the slope of your jaw before her hand curled gently around the back of your neck.

You leaned into her touch instinctively, eyes fluttering shut as you soaked in the quiet tenderness of the moment. The safety of her embrace, the steady beat of her heart against your chest—it all wrapped around you like a lullaby.

You nuzzled deeper into the crook of her neck, pressing your face to the warm skin there and inhaling deeply. She smelled like lavender, smoke, and something softer beneath it all—something indescribably hers.

“Sleep now baby” Agatha rumbled softly, her lips brushing your temple as she spoke. Her voice was warm and steady, a balm to every frayed edge of your soul.

She began to rub your back in slow, soothing circles, each pass of her palm easing the tension from your muscles, lulling you further into comfort. With your body molded to hers and the soft rhythm of her breathing surrounding you, you felt your grip on consciousness begin to slip, surrendering to the quiet.

#agatha all along #agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness #agatha x reader #aaa #rio vidal #nicholas scratch #kathryn hahn x reader #kathryn hahn #x reader #jennifer kale #alice wu gulliver #alice wu gulliver x reader #alice x jennifer #alice wu gulliver x jennifer kale

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runes-and-men · 8 hours ago

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There was a request about Angron accidentally killing his wife and then discovering that she is a Perpetual and later really killing her, but since I didn’t know how Tumblr works, I accidentally deleted the request by answering it in my draft. I'm very sorry, the req was anonymous, so I can't tag no one :(

TW: bad writing, gore, emotional suffering, death of major character (kind of), OOC.

Life with Angron had been difficult from the very beginning. Even now, he still didn't understand how a young, beautiful woman from a noble family could have willingly chosen to spend her life with a monster like him. Of course, you knew about his curse. Just like your family did. He saw the horror in your relatives' eyes when they looked at him, even though they spoke to him with courtesy and politeness.

There was no fear in his life greater than the fear of harming you.

Over time, he learned to sense when his curse was about to take control of his mind. He always managed to order you to be hidden somewhere beyond his reach, where he wouldn’t be able to find you and commit something horrific.

But one day, he forgot to warn you and his Astartes that an episode was coming. There’s no point in describing how you approached your husband, as you had done a thousand times before, simply to tell him something.

The conversation ended with you seeing, at the last moment, how his eyes filled with blood. You were already prepared to run, realizing that Angron had lost control. But your escape was cut short - he caught you by the scruff like a stray cat, wrapped his arm around your waist, and with a single, effortless squeeze, crushed your ribcage and spine. He killed you.

The madness left his mind instantly. The voices and screams in his head fell silent, and the pain vanished as if it had never been there. But that didn’t make anything better - because now he saw what he had done to you.

There was no point in describing how he tormented himself over your death. Once again, his curse had taken someone dear to him - a woman who, despite all the risks, had chosen to be with him, who had helped him fight off his madness, soothing him with her touch and voice. And now, you had paid for your love with your life.

When the moments of shock passed, Angron still couldn’t believe what he had done. How could he have forgotten? How could he have allowed your death to happen?

Your body, seemingly intact, lay in the middle of the vast, empty hall. Only upon closer inspection could one see the unnatural angles of your twisted arms and legs, the jagged protrusions of broken ribs and spine beneath your clothing, and the small pool of blood trickling from your nose - paired with your wide, unseeing eyes.

Then, Angron simply left the hall without even touching you - he couldn’t believe it had truly happened, despite fearing this moment every single time. He forbade anyone from entering that room. He didn’t want to openly admit that he had finally killed you; shame was far more unbearable to him than rage.

Someone would find your body days later, guided by the stench of rotting flesh. You would be carried away and buried. Of course, everyone would recognize Angron’s wife, but no one would say a word - to him or anyone else. They feared his wrath. And he…he would try to forget this pain, just as he had forgotten all the other losses in his life.

And then, as if you had come back from the dead.

The Astartes found you in one of the corridors, barely conscious, dressed in torn, blood-soaked clothing, whimpering quietly from pain.

That was when they had no choice but to tell the Apothecaries everything: how Angron had lost control, how he had killed you, crushed your body, and then left you in that empty hall to rot. Even the Apothecaries of the World Eaters couldn't completely hide the flicker of disgust that crossed their faces upon hearing this. But none of them would ever dare to rebuke their primarch for what he had done.

Shame and rage burned just as fiercely as the relief that you were alive. Angron didn’t know how or why. He had seen your lifeless body, had heard your last breath and the final beat of your heart. But he didn’t care why you were alive, and that was all that mattered.

Later, another revelation came to light: you were a Perpetual. Your genetic code bore all the markers proving that you weren’t Homo sapiens, but Homo superior - a different biological species altogether.

Angron listened to the news as if hypnotised. The words drifted through his mind slowly, barely settling amid the whirlwind of a million other thoughts and questions.

Too much had happened in the past week.

When you and Angron met for the first time after your resurrection, you told him what it had been like. The fact that you weren’t afraid and greeted your husband with a smile softened the weight of everything you were about to say.

It turned out that you had died from shock and asphyxiation a few minutes after Angron had crushed your body. You had seen the moment he realized what he had done. You simply couldn’t move or breathe. Your spine was shattered, your nervous system unresponsive. You had witnessed the panic and agony in his eyes. As you spoke of it now, you smiled, stroking his sweat-dampened cheek.

And then, about two hours later - or at least, that’s how it had felt to you (though in reality, days had passed) - you had suddenly awakened to searing pain coursing through your entire body.

At first, you regained the ability to breathe. Then, your sight and hearing returned. You had heard the cracking inside you, even though you still couldn’t move. Later, you would learn that it had been your shattered bones knitting themselves back together, the fragments aligning, torn muscles weaving themselves whole again. And all of it had been agony.

Then, you could move. Then stand. Then, walk into the corridor. And the rest - well, that part was obvious.

You spoke of all these horrors with a gentle smile, as if merely recalling the sadness of losing a childhood pet.

Angron had already lost all sense of understanding. He could no longer grasp what was happening.

He didn’t say a word - he just pulled you into a tight, crushing embrace.

And in his mind, he heard it again. The sound of your ribs breaking.

One horrifying realization cut through the chaos in his mind with absolute clarity: Killing you had instantly restored his sanity.

Before, whenever he committed something terrible, he only understood it afterward - when his consciousness returned.

But this time…it had been different.

This time, the cure had come instantly.

The unbearable bloodlust had vanished instantly - something no other method had ever been able to achieve.

#warhammer 40000 #warhammer 40k x reader #warhammer 40k #suggestive warhammer #primarch x reader #warhammer x reader #angron #angron x reader #world eaters #primarch

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hunkadorusrex · 2 days ago

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Darry had just sat down with the evening paper when the front door slammed open like the wind had caught it. He barely had time to register the blur of movement before his youngest brother was on him, arms locking tight around his middle, face pressing into his chest like he was a little kid again.

For a second, Darry froze. Ponyboy never came to him first. If the kid was upset, he always went straight for Soda, the way he always had, the way Darry had long since accepted. But Soda was still standing in the doorway, eyes wide before his expression melted into something fond. He shot Darry a look, a little grin like 'would you look at that.?', and started making frantic little hug-him-back gestures with his hands.

Darry’s hands hovered for a beat before finally coming down to rest against Ponyboy’s back. Okay. Okay, yeah, this is happening.

Ponyboy didn’t say anything right away. Just stayed pressed against him like he needed to convince himself Darry was real, solid, alive.

Darry cleared his throat, because hell, what else was he supposed to do? “This better not be your way’a trying to get out of something, kiddo.”

Ponyboy shook his head against his chest.

“Curly almost died today.”

Darry’s stomach clenched. “What kinda shit were you two gettin’ into?” he demanded, already picturing every stupid, reckless, goddamn dangerous thing those two could’ve pulled—drag racing, a bad fight, running their damn mouths at the wrong people.

Pony’s breath hitched, face barely scrunching up before Soda swooped in, voice all gentle and smoothing things over. “Just start at the beginning, honey.”

He gave Darry another Look. Jesus, man.

Darry pressed his lips together, forced himself to ease up, even though every instinct in him was coiled tight, ready to snap. Pony never came to him first.

Ponyboy pulled back just enough to talk, but not enough to let go, fingers still curled into Darry’s shirt. “Angela got a new goat,” he started, and Darry blinked because what the hell kind of beginning is that, but he let Pony keep talking.

Ponyboy walked them through the whole afternoon, voice slow, like he was still processing it as he spoke. The fence-building. The bickering. Susan the Goat, who was about to pop with babies any day now. The laughter. The second everything went to hell.

“I thought he was dead,” Pony said, voice going quiet. “One second he was laughing and the next—he wasn’t breathing.”

Darry could picture it, all too easily. Curly Shepard, big mouth, bad attitude, too much energy for his own good—lying there lifeless.

Pony’s breath hitched again. “I just kept begging him not to die. I—I didn’t know what else to do.”

And then it hit him.

Ponyboy had known exactly what to do. Darry had made damn sure of that.

Darry had been the one to teach all his brothers CPR. Had drilled it into them like he did everything else, because he never wanted to be caught not knowing how to save someone again.

And now Pony had used it. And saved someone’s life.

Pony looked up at him, something raw in his expression. “I just—I wanted to say thank you,” he said, like it was something he wasn’t used to saying out loud. “I don’t—I don’t know what I would’ve done if I lost someone else.”

Darry exhaled sharply, something catching in his throat. He squeezed Pony’s shoulder, pulled him back into the hug just a little tighter. “You did good, kid.” His voice came out rougher than he meant it to, but Pony didn’t seem to mind.

Soda was still watching, still grinning, but his eyes were a little softer now, like he understood something Darry hadn’t even figured out yet.

Ponyboy never came to him first.

But today, he had.

#the outsiders #fanfiction #ponyboy curtis #the outsiders 1983 #sodapop curtis #ao3 #darry curtis #wholesome family fun

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miraculouslbcnreactions · 1 day ago

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What do you think about Cerise in season 6?

For those not up to date on canon, Cerise is Lila's new name. As far as we know, it is just another fake identity. Her real name is still not know. Where she came from is still not known. Her motivations are still not known. For the sake of saving us all a headache, I'm just going to keep calling her Lila.

I'm writing this post after four five season six episodes have aired (episodes 2 thru 5 plus 11 to be specific). I haven't watched these episodes, but I did read the transcripts that are out on the wiki and I've picked up on details second hand from the few fandom blogs I follow. From everything I've heard, read, and seen, civilian Lila isn't really in season six? She makes brief cameos where she's scribbling in a notebook and saying vague threatening lines, but she doesn't interact with anyone or tell us anything about new her character. Almost all of her screen time goes to Chrysalis, her villain form. I like the way Chrysalis is written. She feels more manipulative than Gabriel which makes her feel more interesting:

Chrysalis: Hello, Maya. Forgive my intrusion, but, I seem to feel a huge disappointment. No one's interested in your drawings when they're so pretty! Do you feel ignored? Like no one sees you? Maya: Yes. It's no fair! Chrysalis: I think I know what would be fitting. For no one to be able to ignore your drawings anymore. I can give you this power. Only if you agree, of course. Maya: Yes! (stands up) Chrysalis: And what should I call you? Maya: The Illustrhater!

But her being more interesting is just an illusion. Nothing meaningful has changed. Gabriel's tactics got the job done so who cares if Lila is a little better at manipulating people? She could have Gabriel's skills and nothing about season six would change. Her tactics aren't leading to better akumas so who cares if she sounds cooler and won't tell people her name?

Yeah, that's apparently a thing in season six. Lila is being a little smarter about her identity than Gabriel was. The Illustrhater has Marinette acting like this is a big deal:

Marinette: Nothing! We know nothing! It's even worse than before! Alya: (yawning briefly) Is that so bad? I mean, we didn't know a lot about Monarch either, but he still got busted. Marinette: That's not true! We know lots of things about Monarch! He was an adult male, he akumatized 212 people in total, 99.8 percent of them in Paris. His goal was to seize Cat Noir's and my Miraculous so he'd be granted one wish. Now we have a supervillain we know nothing about, who akumatizes whomever, whenever, and who knows why! This is a disaster!

But when you get down to it, none of this ever mattered. Marinette's limited knowledge didn't lead to Gabriel's identity being outed. Gabriel's identity was outed by shear dumb luck and someone else handing Marinette the answers, so this isn't a case where Marinette has to come up with new tactics to find the villain because her old tactics no longer work. She never had any tactics to begin with!

Tracking down the butterfly would be new behavior for her character so I don't care that Chrysalis is "better hidden." It's not selling me on watching the show. Chrysalis' name being unknown just feels like an indicator of how little the writers had to work with to make her feel more threatening. There's basically nothing the writers can do to actually make her a bigger villain and so they're left with meaningless displays that the characters have to directly say are big deal to try and make the audience think that Lila is a bigger threat.

They can't just make her a bigger threat by having her do something new because Gabriel was willing to do anything to win. That makes it almost impossible for Lila to be an upgrade. What's she going to do, threaten Adrien? Akumatize Adrien? Try to akumatize Marinette? Try to break up Adrienette? Oh no! How evil! We definitely haven't seen that before...

It's not even like her tactics are harder to resist. Episode four already featured an akuma rejection:

Chrysalis: Hello. Forgive my intrusion, but..I sense a great deal of guilt preventing you from making friends. Sabrina: NO!! (breaks the connection with Chrysalis, rejecting her akumatization, as the ultrakuma flew back out)

And, while the heroes don't know this for sure, the audience already knows that Chrysalis is once again after the ladybug and the black cat because of course she is:

Chrysalis: On the other hand, if you give me Ladybug and Cat Noir's Miraculous, I'll let you keep it... forever!

Remind me, why should I care that she replaced Gabriel?

Outside of that, I think it's kind of telling that civilian Lila is barely in the show even though she's the big bad. The writers never knew how to write her well and so going the route of keeping her off screen is probably the only way to play her. I'm curious how many episodes will see her civilian form interact with so much as a single member of the main cast. My guess is not many. Get ready for a boat load of delaying tactics where the show tries to make things feel important while maintaining the status quo and keeping everything about Lila a secret.

Her character's motivation not being known worked when she first showed up, but now? It just feels like the writers don't know what they're doing. Sure, season six is a soft reboot, but it's still season six and she's been here since season one. We should know her goals by now! Hinting that she's planning something without ever giving those hints any substance just screams, "there's no actual substance! Gabriel was the better villain!"

Cerise (voiceover): Nothing. Nothing! You'll know nothing about me, about us, about them. I'm everywhere. I'm nowhere! I'm a chameleon. Nowhere! You won't get anywhere...

Sure, babe. Sure. You're super threatening and totally not just a knockoff Gabriel. I'm sure your motivations will blow us out of the water once they're revealed. After all, the reveal of your three mothers was just so amazing! Best writing in the show by far! (that was sarcasm)

Only thing that could kind of fix this is if Lila got a team or larger organization she was working with, but I'd be really disappointed if that's where the show is going. Once again, it's season six and she's been here since season one! The time to set that kind of thing up was at least two seasons ago. Without so much as a hint that such a thing exists, the introduction of it would feel like the writers are just pulling shit out of their ass and that is not the kind of story I enjoy. All my favorite stories have clear evidence that the writers had a plan from day one and stuck to it, making something beautiful. I think it's abundantly clear that Miraculous will never be that kind of story.

Fun fact: by random luck, this post was originally scheduled for the 21st, the day episode 11 aired. I delayed it a day to see if civilian Lila finally interacted with someone or revealed her goals, giving me something to comment on. Surprising no one, she still isn't really in the show. Place your bets on how long it's going to be before civilian Lila gets a motivation or even just a chance to interact with the cast! My money is on late season six at the earliest.

(Feel free to let me know if I missed something about Lila's presence in season six. The transcripts aren't out for all the episodes so it's entirely possible that she's done something I don't know about. I just didn't want to make anon wait longer since this ask is already a month old.)

#ml writing critical #ml writing salt #anon ask #lila salt #lila deserves better #prediction

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flamingspud · 3 days ago

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When they first did it, it had seemed like such a good idea. They were singing along to the radio, laughing together, and even throwing lighthearted jabs at each other. If only it hadn't been for that tree, their futures would still be certain.

When Grian and Jimmy crash Joel’s car, they need to find a way to stay out of trouble.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64034779

Here’s my first Mindmeld fic for @mcyt-soulmate-sweepstakes , the prompt I used was sportscar!

Fic under the cut:

When they first did it, it had seemed like such a good idea. They were singing along to the radio, laughing together, and even throwing lighthearted jabs at each other.

If only it hadn't been for that tree, their futures would still be certain.

"This is all your fault, Tim."

"What?! It was your idea to take the car in the first place!!!"

"And who was the one steering????"

"That's not fair!"

As the pair bickered, the front of what was once Joel's prized car smoked, the front completely crumpled in on itself. The pair quickly scrambled out, and stood there assessing the damage.

"Well, it's only the front part," Jimmy reasoned, "maybe we can fix it?"

They then watched as it burst into a fiery inferno, the fancy leather interior burning before their eyes.

"It seems we're cooked," Grian added, as Jimmy's jaw hung open. "Pun not intended."

"We need to get out of here!" Jimmy suddenly exclaimed, snapping out of his stupor.

Grian held no objections, and the pair ran off into the night, abandoning the burning car to be dealt with by the proper authorities.

Once they were a couple of streets over, the pair took a moment to catch their breath and to consider their options.

"We can't go home," Jimmy stated, panic creeping in, "Joel loved that car more than he loves us!"

"Tim, calm down-" Grian tried, but Jimmy kept spiralling.

"We're done, once he finds out-"

"-Joel's not going to kill us!" Grian interrupted, hitting Jimmy across the face for good measure.

"Ow! What the hell was that for?"

"You were panicking."

"So you decided to hit me?!"

Grian shrugged, and Jimmy let a groan escape from his lips. They were so done for.

"Getting back on topic…!" Grian said, "Joel's not going to kill us because Joel's not going to know."

"What?" Joel wasn't going to know? His car was totalled, of course he was going to know!

"We're going to replace it, and he's never going to know it was broken in the first place!" Grian explained.

"Great idea, two problems, it's the middle of the night and we're broke," Jimmy said condescendingly.

Grian shook his head. "I know a guy."

Jimmy raised an eyebrow because who could Grian possibly know that could get them an expensive sports car by morning?

Grian's phone was already on speakerphone and held out in front of him. "Hey, Scar?"

"Hello there, what can I do for you at this hour of the morning?" Scar's voice asked. He was cheerful, suspiciously so for it being three in the morning.

"Would you know how to get a fancy car on short notice for cheap?" Grian asked.

The line was silent for a moment as Scar considered the question, and Jimmy held his breath, hoping that the request wouldn't be too much.

"Let me make a few calls. Is there a specific type you're looking for?"

Grian looked to Jimmy, a grimace on his face.

Jimmy shrugged. Despite how much he wouldn't shut up about it, Jimmy couldn't remember for the life of him what kind of car Joel had.

"Umm…" Grian snapped his fingers in an attempt to remember the name. "Y'know Joel's car?"

"Yeah?"

"One of those please."

"What type is it again? Even a picture's fine."

Grian looked at Jimmy. "Do you have a picture of it?"

"I was hoping you would…"

Grian groaned. "I'll call you back Scar."

He exited the call with a click and they were left in silence once more.

"So now what?" Jimmy asked.

"Surely someone has to know what make of car it was?" Grian said, the barest hint of desperation in his voice.

"We're Joel's closest friends and we don't even know, who else would-"

"Mumbo!" Grian blurted out, almost dropping his phone in his haste to call his best friend.

Despite the late hour Mumbo picked up almost instantly, even quicker than Scar did.

"Grian? What's up?"

"Are all our friends nocturnal or something?" Jimmy muttered as if he wasn't one of those people who were not only awake, but also committing crimes.

"Do you remember what type of car Joel had?!" Grian basically shouted.

"What type of car he had?" Mumbo sounded sleepy and confused as to why Grian was yelling at him.

"Yes."

Mumbo groggily told him the make and model. "Why?"

"NoreasonthanksMumbo!" Grian said impossibly quickly before hanging up.

"Grian wha-"

Jimmy was staring at Grian.

"He likes cars," Grian told him.

"Well that's handy," Jimmy replied, as Grian called Scar again.

"You know what car you need?" Scar asked.

When Grian told him, Scar said, "Ok, I'll call you back in a few minutes with what I find."

The next thirteen minutes had to have been the longest of Jimmy's life. Every few seconds he'd anxiously check the time on his phone. 3:18. 3:19. 3:20.

Every second felt like an hour, every minute an eternity.

Eventually Scar called back, and told them that he knew a guy that was trying to get rid of a car.

"Free?" Grian asked. It was a dream come true.

"Doesn't this seem a bit suspicious?" Jimmy asked. I mean, who would give a sports car away for free?

"Would you rather go back to Joel empty handed?"

That shut Jimmy up, and they went to the place that Scar told them to meet him.

They were down the road from an abandoned yard behind a run down pub, its tall, black, metal gates and anti-bird spikes along the walls giving a creepy vibe.

"You made it!" Scar said cheerfully.

"Of course!" Jimmy responded.

"You got the goods?" Grian asked.

"You make it sound like we're buying something sketchy. Like drugs," Jimmy informed him.

"I mean, this is sketchy as hell," Scar pointed out.

"Shh, say that and Tim's going to get cold feet," Grian scolded.

"No I won't!"

Grian made a face that showed how much he believed that statement.

Before Jimmy could come up with a witty response, which trust him he would've, Joel's fancy car drove past them with speed.

Not Joel's, Jimmy remembered, just a similar one.

Jimmy watched as a big dude got out, and while Jimmy, Grian and Joel wore leather jackets and liked to call themselves 'bad boys,' generally they would stay on the right side of the law, besides a little graffiti of course, however this guy truly looked like he got up to some major trouble.

Under the dim, flickering glow of the street lamp, the guy kept looking to either side of him, like he was either waiting for someone or nervous of getting caught doing something bad. Maybe both.

"There he is now-" Scar began, and he was about to call out to the guy when the flashing blue and red lights of cop cars blinded them, their sirens blaring so loud it made Jimmy's ears hurt.

The guy tried to run, but was immediately tackled to the floor and cuffed.

Jimmy tried to make sense of the scene in front of him, but before he could he was being dragged in the opposite direction.

He followed Grian and Scar as they made a break for it, and eventually they stopped in a nearby park.

"What what that?!" Jimmy exclaimed.

"Look, you wanted a free car, illegal activity comes with the territory," Scar told him.

"I take it we won't be able to get the car from the police?" Grian asked.

Scar shook his head.

"Dammit!"

"Now what?" Jimmy asked. It was a little past four and they were running out of time.

"We could pretend it was stolen?" Grian suggested.

"But there were cameras on that street," Jimmy pointed out. "If he reports it he'll know!"

"It was dark, our faces probably weren't visible."

"But our jackets!" Jimmy insisted, "Joel will recognise them no matter what!"

Grian chewed the inside of his cheek, before looking at Jim with a determined look. "How far are you willing to go?"

"What?" Jimmy asked, startled by the sudden tone-shift.

"Are you willing to go all the way, Tim?" Grian asked again.

"I think? Maybe- what are you thinking of doing?"

"We ditch the jackets, tell him we were mugged a few hours ago and spent the night at Scar's. Perfect alibi."

Jimmy instinctively hugged his arms around himself and his jacket. "But I love my jacket."

"Enough to risk Joel learning the truth?" Grian asked.

"I'm sorry, I only just got here- what happened to Joel's car?" Scar asked.

Jimmy jumped, having forgotten that Scar was even there.

Grian gave him a discerning look. "How much can we trust you?"

"Cross my heart and hope to die," Scar replied, putting a hand on his chest.

"We totalled it," Grian said.

Jimmy freaked out. "You believed him? Just like that?!"

"It's not like it's anything more incriminating than he already knew," Grian pointed out, which made sense but Jimmy was still too anxious to relax at that.

"So, you willing to part with the jacket?"

"…"

The group found a place that wasn't too out in the open to start a fire, and Grian and Jimmy took off their jackets.

Jimmy threw it in before he could think twice, but Grian held onto his for a little longer, staring at it with dark eyes that reflected the orange flames.

"Grian?" Jimmy urged.

He threw it into the fire. Jimmy placed a hand on his shoulder. What had they done?

"We can get new ones," Grian told him, but whether he was trying to console Jimmy or himself, Jimmy couldn't tell.

"Yeah…"

Grian sighed. "Tim, gimme your phone."

"What? Why?"

"Just give it to me, will you?"

Jimmy handed it over, a confused look on his face as he did so.

To his horror, Grian dropped it and crushed it beneath his foot.

"Wha- my phone!!!" Jimmy yelled.

"To sell the bit," Grian explained, though it lacked his usual mischievous tone.

Jimmy spluttered as he tried to come up with a response. "Can I destroy your phone?"

"Left it at home."

"Of course you did…"

Grian took off his shoes and threw them in as well. To really sell it, he said.

Jimmy followed suit, and they stayed silent as they watched their stuff burn. Jimmy felt like he was watching a part of himself burn.

Later on when morning came, Scar called Joel and told him what happened. Joel in turn told him about his car being robbed.

He never learned what truly happened. Or, that was the plan.

When they went to get new jackets, Grian got one similar to his old one, but Jimmy went completely different. The idea of trying to go on like nothing happened made him feel wrong, and getting a replica jacket worsened that feeling. He didn't deserve to get it back.

"Aye, denim, I like it," Joel commented, slapping Jimmy on the shoulder.

"Grian and I destroyed your car," Jimmy blurted out.

"…what?" Joel didn't understand what Jimmy was trying to say.

"It wasn't robbers. It was us. I crashed it by accident. We burned our jackets so you wouldn't find out."

"Tim!" Grian exclaimed.

Joel was quiet. He then walked out of the shop.

"We're dead," Grian said, "we're dead!"

Jimmy felt numb.

"What were you thinking?!" Grian demanded.

"I couldn't do it," Jimmy replied, "sorry." His voice was as lifeless as he felt.

Grian let out a frustrated noise and ran out the door after Joel, leaving Jimmy alone.

He didn't buy the jacket, and instead decided to walk around the neighbourhood. He needed to think.

He was walking around for a while before he found a bench and sat down, staring up at the sky that was starting to turn dark.

He closed his eyes, soaking up the silence, the evening chill feeling good on his skin. He sighed, thinking it'd be nice to stay there for a bit.

"-Jimmy! Jim!" He furrowed his eyebrows. Someone was calling him? Who? Their voice sounded far off.

"Oh my god, he's dead!" A second voice.

"He's not dead! I think…"

"He's been out here all night in a t-shirt!"

Jimmy blinked his eyes open, noticing that it was significantly brighter than when he sat down. Everything felt stiff, and he was cold. Did I fall asleep out here? He wondered.

"Oh thank god," Grian exclaimed, a hand on his chest.

"What are you doing here?" Jimmy asked.

"You didn't come home last night, and we were worried you'd done something stupid!"

We? Jimmy looked over to Joel, who looked equally as worried as Grian, much to Jimmy's surprise.

"Joel…?" He felt himself shrink back a little as he said it.

"Don't go pulling a stunt like that again!" Joel scolded him. It almost felt normal.

"You're… not mad?"

Grian shot him a look that screamed don't remind him!

"Oh, I'm furious. Might never forgive you guys," Joel said a little too brightly, "but that doesn't mean I want you to turn into a bloody ice pop!"

Jimmy blushed.

"By the way, way to go confessing and then disappearing," Grian grumbled, "real team spirit."

"Sorry…"

Joel elbowed Grian harder than necessary. "Ow!"

"Now come on, we need to warm you up so I can tear you limb from limb," Joel instructed, beginning to walk away.

Jimmy found himself chuckling slightly.

"I don't know why you're laughing," Grian said, a little disgruntled, "he's not joking."

"I know," Jimmy replied, but he felt himself smiling.

Grian shook his head as he followed Joel, "weirdo."

Jimmy followed them, the knot inside him loosening slightly. It'd take him a while to gain Joel's trust again, that was certain, but Jimmy was reminded of something important. There was nothing the others could do that would make Jimmy not love them, and it seemed he had forgotten that that went both ways.

He loves his bad boys.

#fire’s stuff #fanfiction #life series #Bad boys #jimmy solidarity #grian #joel smallishbeans #mcyt soulmate sweepstakes

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clarissaweasley-10 · 2 days ago

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This was in regards to Alisa sneaking Avery out of the hospital. I'm honestly exhausted with the lack of understanding that comes with Libby relationship with Drake . Libby was in an abusive relationship but when Libby was actually in a place where Drake couldn't get to her she didn't have any contact with him . Same with her father when she confronted him and she found out the truth that he was manipulating her to get to Averys money she not only cut him off from her life but also changed her appearance so that she could be seen as more "respectful" .

The villainsing of Libby is actually insane . Libby was still the person who took care of and kept Avery alive for so many years . Thea and Rebecca purposefully endanger Avery but they aren't hated because have become used to blaming victims for being stuck in abusive /manipulative situations while disregarding the nasty actions of the privileged

Libby actively fought for Avery and it's exhausting when people point out her mistakes . Do people choose to forget how much Libby gave up when she chose to live in Hawthorne house. She was holed up in there because she was convinced that her look would be too damaging for Averys image

I know this is long but it's getting frightening on how many times I'm seeing the victims of horrible relationships be blamed and made out to be the villain because they want to defend someone else who is in a much more privileged situation

EXACTLYYY!!! OMG I AGREE WITH EVERY WORD RIGHT THERE. Like Libby is SUCH an underrated character, she deserves SO MUCH more. We dont talk about Libby's trauma enough, firstly, theres the matter with both her parents. It is canon that Libby's mom was mentally abusive and didnt give a care for her child, and her father-well he deserves no special introduction. It is also heavily implied that Libby only received love at Hannah's and then her mom took that away from her as well. I have said this before, but victims of parental abuse are more likely to end up or continue in an abusive relationship cuz thats what they are used to. They were made to believe that they are worthless and are horrible people, when in reality the problem lies in the parents. Considering her upbringing and all that she's gone through, Libby could have ended up being a bad character who hated the world, BUT SHE DIDNT. Although she was never provided with any, Libby refused to believe that the world was devoid of love. Rather than being a sociopath, she started to give others the love that she never received. When Hannah died, Libby had zero obligation to take Avery in, as she wasnt exactly financially secure either- but she knew what would happen to her little sister if she was left with R*ck and decided to step in, even when she could've done nothing. IF THIS ISN'T A PROOF OF HOW AMAZING LIBBY IS THEN I DONT KNOW WHAT IS. She was ready to give up everything for Avery, and she did give up everything for Avery. No one even acknowledges the fact that Libby literally gave up her life to be with Avery- like hello?? She was at a new place where she stuck out like an alien in the midst of weird people (and cowboys 😉😉) without knowing what was going to happen next, continuously manipulated by her parents and bf aand being disrespected by someone she doesnt even know. I'm not an Alisa hater, but l can never justify or forgive her for the things she said to Libby (might make another post on it.) But did you hear Libby complain about it even once? no right. why? because even then her top priority was Avery. justlookathowselflessthiswomanishowcanyouhateheryoucows.

Tbh l wish we had more bonding scenes between Avery and Libby, cuz they're the ultimate power sisters in my opinion, and honestly, l loved the bits we got of just them being themselves... AND LIBBYNASH IS JUST MWUAHHHH. Nash is literally the most perfectest perfect man for Libby, because after all that she's gone through, she deserves a man who treats her like the goddess she is and worships the ground she stands on. And Nash too deserves someone to make him feel like he's enough and deserves love too. THEY ARE THE BEST AHHHHHH!!!!

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hongjoongspoetry · 1 day ago

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You picking meowth as Wooyoung's pokemon is the highlight of my week, no kidding. I remember watching pokemon when I was younger, and although I don't remember anything about pokemons today, I do remember meowth being a menace (correct me if im wrong) so Woo and meowth are just perfect! Also, the further I get into the story, the more I love their relationship.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE GOT SURFER!WOO IN A POKEMON UNIVERSE????? AND HE FELL?? INTO THE WATER WHEN HE REALIZED MC WAS LOOKING AT HIM??? OH MY HEART-

I stand by Meowth being a menace, by the way, like she led him to the beach because she knows the MC would be there 😭 I can just imagine her playing a little wing-(wo)man

Dude, why didn't anyone tell me just how pretty Milotic is???? You know, I'm really enjoying this pokemonteez series because it makes me appreciate all pokemons that aren't "flashy" or "popular". Like yes I know the OG pokemons: pikachu, eevee, squirtle, meowth... but only now am I getting more "lore" and knowledge about the others and THEY ARE SO UNDERRATED??? AND PRETTY???

Some kids on the beach had been bullying her and making fun of her so called "ugly" appearance and had even gone so far to throw rocks at her.

THEY DID WHAT??? I just looked up what a feebas looks like and now I feel so fucking sad 😭 I hate bullies man, they even threw rocks at her omg. Im ready to square up for a non-existent being

So at the ripe age of ten you had thrown yourself at the kids and you had punched and bit them and even screamed at them to never do that to anyone again or they'd face your wrath once more. They had run away crying after that but they never did anything mean again to anyone. Your little demonstration of what would happen had scared them enough into actually changing their behavior.

I really shouldn't be laughing, but BITING THEM? AHHAHAHAHH YES!!!! Ugh, I love this MC already and we're still only getting to know her

To the point where she'd be visibly upset when you had to go home for the day, so to fix that heartbroken look on her face you had tied a bracelet you had worn around her flipper so she'd always have a part of you with her and so that you'd find her no matter where she was in the ocean. She had been so happy and had done several jumps in the water to showcase her happiness and gratitude towards you.

MAN I FUCKING LOVE FEEBAS, SHE NEEDS TO BE PROTECTED AT ALL COSTS

That's it. Out of everyone, this MC and Feebas/Milotic's relationship is my favorite. I need to give my girls big hugs and wrap them in bubble wrap. I dread the day I read an angsty fic of yours, Esther, because I sincerely don't think I'd be able to recover. My heart is in half just reading kids bullying Feebas and the MC thinking they lost her forever-

Okay, but imagine having your own pokemon irl. That would be so cool, it's like a pet, but cooler. They are basically magical and companions for life, what/who else would you need?

"I don't like bullying." You start, seething at what you had noticed going on at your beach. "And I especially don't like bullying when more than one gang up on someone who is weaker than the others or who is all alone. Attacking someone who doesn't want to battle you on the sole purpose of stealing their pokémon. I won't stand for it and especially not on my beach." You spit out glaring at the grunts who along with their Pokémon's had been blasted towards the rocks and were lying face down in the sand.

FUCK YEAH SHE'S SUCH A BADASS

I said it before while reading your Hongjoong Pokemon fic, but your writing really makes me feel as if I'm watching an episode of the real anime. Their characteristics, how they talk, act, descriptions of the scenery, everything! It's like I've been brought back in time and am sitting in my grandparents' living room watching pokemon on the fat TV 😭🥹🩷

"You're so pretty." You mumble and she lets out a happy nyaaa at that. "Mreowth!" She points at you and you tilt your head at her. "You think I'm beautiful?" You questions and she nods excitedly before also pointing at Wooyoung and then back at you. "I don't think I understand..." You trail off trying to figure out what she's trying to say. "Ah! Meowth!! Stop that!!" Wooyoung tries to get his partner to stop explaining that he likes you and thinks you're beautiful but to no avail, she continues on to tell you in her own special way how much he seems to like you.

This is peak comedy and so pokemon-coded 😭 Istg, you should apply for writing their epsiodes or something (is the show still running?)

I really like this Wooyoung you've created that isn't just him teasing and making fun of the MC. He's shy and a bit of a flustered mess, but he's also very kind to the people around him. It was also very cute seeing him sacrifice his own safety for Meowth 🥹And while we are on the topic of personalities, it's so fun to see the different pokemons behaviours. Meowth being a meddler, but also shy like her partner whenever MC compliments her 😭

You have to look away several times from Wooyoung as his chest is now revealed due to his shirt being tied around Meowth and around his lower chest. He's stunning and you knew that already but seeing him like this so up close makes your cheeks heat up like the very lava flowing in the Wela volcano.

AHAHAHAHHAHA YEAH, no one is safe from shirtless woo, huh 😭 To be fair, I think he gets more attractive because he's so protective over Meowth

Istg if wooyoung doesn't confess on the beautiful lovers-hearts-island, im suing. Idk who, but someone is being taken to court! On another note, that island is stunning!!! It's probably where San was born (get it, cause he's so romantic)

OMG THEY KISSED???? IN THE DARK??? LIKE THIS??? 🥹🥹🥹

Lucky for you Wooyoung is quick and manages to catch you, he holds you close to him and he smirks down at you. Your face is slightly flushed, perhaps it's from the burning Alolan sun or perhaps it's because you're embarrassed you fell in front of him. "Falling for me are you Y/n?" "M-maybe I am." "Good because I fell for you a long time ago pretty."

FUCLWHKFWEL IM CRASHING OUT KEFKEFJJE THAT WAS SOOO SMOOTH OF HIM. TEASING!WOO IM SORRY I EVER DOUBTED YOU MY KING 😭🥹

So, now that my live reactions are out of the way, I just wanna say im NEVER getting over this series and I'm so happy you're writing for all of the members. So far, I've only read Woo and Joong's (Hwa is next), but I can't wait to see what you will do with the remaining members. Like I need to see Yunho with a dog-pokemon or wolf-pokemon (if there are any). Your writing is so 'one of a kind' and I can't get enough of it. Ive also realized, from reading your works, that you are one of my favorite writers especially when it comes to fluff!! We don't have nearly enough fluff-fics on atinyblr and in my opinion, you are leading that little army we have!! 🩷

🪻Swept Away🪻

✨Pairing: Pokémontrainer!Wooyoung x pokémontrainer!gn!reader ✨Prompt: Wooyoung and his partner visits the Heahea beach every day in hopes of seeing the trainer who swims with their Milotic and perhaps even gain the courage to get in the water to talk to them. ✨Genre: pokémon au, fluff, love at first sight, romance ✨Word count: 6k ☀️Authors note: after Hongjoongs and Seonghwas pokémon one shots it's Wooyoungs turn🥰 I'm really enjoying writing these pokémon one shots as I work on my other series as well💓 If anyone wanna be tagged in the other pokémon one shots as well just let me know and I'll add you to the tag list🫶🏻 🌟Tag list: @hongjoongspoetry

Wooyoung doesn't know when it started.

He doesn’t know when he suddenly incorporated it into his daily routine to walk to one of the beaches in hopes of spotting you swimming in the ocean with your milotic. Perhaps it was that one time he spotted you allowing some kids to pet your beautiful Pokémon or that first time he and meowth spotted you in the far distance, all alone in the ocean just swimming around while laughing with joy?

Either way he knows that he always wants to see you at least once every day if he’s lucky. It makes his heart race every time he sees you even if you’re just a dot in the distance and his partner has so many times teased him for the way he’s absolutely love struck by you. He’s tried to deny it but after the first few times of teasing he gave up.

He’d usually say something like:

“So what?! I’m attracted to beauty and kindness, can you blame me?!” And his partner would just snickers behind her grey paw looking at him with a sly smirk.

He no longer denies his crush on you and his partner have even taken to tease him when she spots you walking around in Konikoni City which often results in him quickly spinning around to walk the other way with cheeks the color of a tomato berry.

Will he ever gain the courage to walk up to you and talk to you?

Honestly Wooyoung doesn’t think that will happen any time soon. Sometimes he ventures out to Heahea beach to mantine surf which is something he really enjoys and to his surprise Meowth seems to love it as well. She always gets excited when he mentions going there and it makes him happy seeing his grey little friend run ahead of him, eager to get to the sea and feel the wind blast through her whiskers and her fur getting wet from the water splashing up at them as they surf.

Wooyoung is also well aware that you’ve watched him from time to time as he surf. The first time he realized you were watching he had ended up falling into the water after going up a particularly big wave. He had felt embarrassed that it happened in front of you but after spotting you smiling and laughing softly to yourself before you swam away holding on to your friend he suddenly didn’t feel so embarrassed because he made you smile and laugh. You had acknowledged him and that meant more to him than he ever thought it would. Though he made sure to never fall again, especially not after Meowth had scolded him, she had not enjoyed falling off the mantine and had let him know through some snarls and hisses as she clung to him so she wouldn’t be swept away by the waves.

"So where should we go today?" Wooyoung mumbles as he walks around Konikoni City, trying to figure out if he should make his way to Heahea beach or if he should perhaps see if him and Meowth should travel to Brooklet Hill or perhaps even visit the Lush Jungle.

"Mreeowwth." His friend points at a map, eagerly pawing at Heahea beach with a knowing smile and Wooyoung feels the tips of his ears grow red.

"You just like to tease me don't you?" He questions and she turns to him with an adorable smile and answers with a nyaaa.

Wooyoung groans and she snickers happily as she turns around and starts walking towards the road that will eventually lead them to the beach and you. Wooyoung has no choice but to follow her and he tries to fight off the smile that starts working itself onto his face. He truly adore his partner so much and sometimes he can't help but think she'd grow tired of him being lovesick while staring off at the distance where you might be but no she seems to enjoy it a lot.

Perhaps she likes romance more than he had given her credit for.

"Wait Meowth! We should get ice cream before we leave." He shouts and his partner turns around quicker than he can blink, her eyes having hearts in them at the mention of getting a treat before going to the beach.

"Mreeoowwth!" She skips up to him and her paw takes his hand dragging him over to the ice cream stand, pawing at the poster for the strawberry ice cream while looking at him with big pleading eyes.

"Hi one cone of strawberry ice cream and another cone with vanilla with caramel sauce on it please." He says chuckling at the enthusiasm his partner is showcasing as she looks on as the vendor fixes her ice cream.

The vendor scoops an extra big scoop for her before he hands it to Wooyoung who thanks him.

"Here you go Meowth." He hands her the ice cream before taking his own after he paid the vendor.

Then the two starts wandering towards the beach. The sun was shining brightly and the wind was blowing in a gentle breeze making it feel nice and relaxing as they walk the winding road towards Heahea beach.

At the beach were you, enjoying the warm but cooling water as the sun shone brightly. Floating around in the ocean was one of your favorite past activities.

Just you, the waves and Milotic.

Ever since you had learn to swim at the age of four you had not been able to stop coming to the beach to explore. There was always something to do in the ocean. Look at all the beautiful Pokémon's that existed in the ocean, swim around the coral reefs or even going clam hunting to see if you could find the prettiest shells to add to your growing collection. It had become even better when you at the age of ten had found your partner, but back then she had been a mere feebas.

Some kids on the beach had been bullying her and making fun of her so called "ugly" appearance and had even gone so far to throw rocks at her. And if there was one thing you did not accept it was bullying. So at the ripe age of ten you had thrown yourself at the kids and you had punched and bit them and even screamed at them to never do that to anyone again or they'd face your wrath once more.

They had run away crying after that but they never did anything mean again to anyone. Your little demonstration of what would happen had scared them enough into actually changing their behavior.

After that you had to build trust between yourself and feebas, she had not been very trusting of kids because of what they did but you were kind and treated her with kind words and food. Soon enough she'd dare to swim closer to you as you were exploring until she eventually was practically glued to your side.

The two of you became inseparable.

What you hadn't seen that night as you had gone home was the gentle blue glow that engulfed your friend transforming her into her final form.

Ten year old you had been devastated when you had gone to the beach the next day and couldn't find her anywhere in the ocean. You had been so upset sitting at a random rock in the middle of the ocean crying when Milotic had made her entrance. At first you couldn't believe what you were seeing, unsure if she truly was your feebas who had evolved while you were gone. It was only when she showed you the end of her tail where your bracelet was snugly fitted around that you realized your friend had evolved.

After that you two had been inseparable to the point where you had asked if she wanted to become yours.

"Milotic?" Your friend breaks you out of your daydreaming as she gently nudges your cheek with her snout.

"Sorry I was daydreaming again." You say sheepishly and she tilts her head curiously at you, as if asking what exactly you were daydreaming about.

"I was thinking back to the day we met and the day I found out you had evolved." You tell her and she makes a happy noise at that, diving under the water and swimming under you before coming up on your other side again, splashing some water on you as she does.

"Hey!" You laugh before splashing some back at her.

"Milo, milotic!" She swims around you happily again and you decide to dive under water to see if you can hold on to her and let her guide you through the vast ocean.

As you hold onto her neck she swims away happily with you and you can't help the giggle that escape you as the two of you swim around, she swims up and jumps above the water before diving in with you still on her back again and you love the thrill of twirling around with her.

The deep blue of the ocean is shimmering beautifully under the scorching alolan sun, underwater it looks like beautiful pillars of light shifting through the ocean giving some parts a lighter color and the familiar feeling of being weightless enters your body. The two of you see Corsolas on the bottom of the ocean swimming around happily with each other and near the coral reefs, their pink coloring shimmering beautifully under the light reaching them.

You spot wishiwashies swimming together in a pool to imitate a bigger fish to scare away prey and you also spot shellders and chincous swimming around with the latter glowing in the darker parts of the ocean. There's so much beauty and serenity underwater and you love seeing it all, it's just as bright as the lush jungle on the island and as passionate as the Wela volcano.

As Milotic slows down a bit something catches your eye, something is shimmering at the bottom of the ocean. The shimmering intrigues you and the curiosity builds at the thought that it could be something exciting down there.

"Mhmm." You say with your mouth closed getting Milotics attention and she looks back at you and you point towards the shimmering spot at the bottom of the ocean.

"Milo?" She nods towards the bottom wondering if you want to go down there and when you nod she dives deeper to see what has caught your eye.

Your eyes widen when you realize that there is a small treasure chest at the bottom of the ocean and you reach to try and pick it up. It's heavy but you lift it up before feeling the familiar burning of your lungs. You quickly motions towards your friend that you need air and Milotic helps you quickly up to the surface.

You gasp, letting the air fill your lungs again, chest heaving as you take a few deep breaths. You hold onto your friend with one arm as the other clutches the treasure chest tightly so you won't drop it down to the bottom of the ocean again.

"Milotic." She nudges your cheek again, concern that you were under water for so long and you pet her snout gently.

"I'm okay, just needed to take some deep breaths to steady myself." You tell her and her gentle face looks at you before nodding. "Perhaps we can swim to the shore so we can see what's in this chest." You ask her with a smile, eager to see what the two of you have found.

She swims with you back to the shore, but this time she's much slower and gentler in the way she swims. You can't help but admire her, she's always been a graceful swimmer even way back when she was a feebas. There was no current nor strong waves she couldn't swim through back then and now she's even better. You rest your head on her long neck as you hug her, resting on her back. She had insisted you get on her back on the swim to the shore and you wouldn't refuse.

Your lungs still slightly burned from almost loosing all the air when you dove deep into the ocean. Legs and arms tired from the swimming, a break was needed and your partner was kind enough to help you out by carrying you on her back.

The wingulls flew above you and sometimes you thought it looked like they were dancing up in the sky with the clouds.

Wooyoung and Meowth had just reached the beach when trouble approached them. For some reason two grunts from the team that called themselves Team Skull had taken an interest in their arrival.

"Just give us your pokémon and we'll leave ya alone." One of them threatened, getting all up in Wooyoungs face.

"Excuse me?" He asked baffled by the audacity in the request. As if he'd ever willingly give up Meowth.

"You heard me you punk! Give us your meowth and there won't be a problem." The grunt said while doing some weird hand movements that made it look like he was trying to dance.

"If you think I'm going to give up my partner to you you're wrong. I didn't think you guys stooped to such levels." He says glaring at the two grunts who keep harassing him. His partner has taken to hide behind his legs, her paws gripping one of his calfs as she looks out from behind his leg at the two team skull members who won't stop bothering them.

"Hey man let's just both of us attack him. He's only got one pokémon and when we've attacked him we take his pokémon." The other grunt with pink hair says slapping her friend's arm.

"Great idea man!"

"I'm serious just leave us alone! Don't you have anything better to do with your life than trying to take others pokémon!" He snaps, neither him nor Meowth have participated in that many pokémon battles. They have here and there but most of the time they've just enjoyed life as it comes. Doing the trials on all of the four islands here in Alola and challenging the totem Pokémon's or the Kahunas has never really been their thing.

"Salandit come out!"

"Fomantis! Let's go!"

The two grunts throw out their Pokémon's which stands threathningly in front of him.

"Leave us alone!" Wooyoung tries one more time to be tough and make them leave but they just laugh in his face as they ready their Pokémon's to attack.

"Use ember!" "Use razor leaf!"

Wooyoungs eyes grow wide as he realizes they won't back down and all he can think of in that moment is to protect Meowth so he is quick to spin around, crouching down so he has her in a protective hug as the attacks hits him.

He shouts in pain at the leaves cutting some of his skin and the feeling of the fire burning his skin and Meowth looks at him worried. She tries to get him to move but he refuses.

"Come on man just give us your pokémon, this is such a drag." One of the grunts says and Wooyoung shakes his head and glares at them over his shoulder.

"Never. She's my precious partner and I'm never giving her away."

"Meowth!" His partner looks at him worriedly and he turns to her with a smile.

"Don't worry, I won't let anything bad happen to you."

"Tsk Salandit use ember once aga-"

"Milotic use hydro pump!!"

Wooyoung opens his eyes which he had closed to embrace himself for the incoming fire attack when he hears that voice.

Your voice.

And then he hears the grunts and their Pokémon being blasted by what must have been an attack from you. He turns around in shock and there you are. Standing on the beach, feet still in the water looking absolutely pissed at what is going on. He's never seen you angry before and you look ready to punch a guy if necessary to put a stop to this.

The grunts groaned and slowly got up from the sand, both of them glaring at you.

"Yo who do you think you are? The owner of this beach?!" The pink haired one screeches at you and your glare intensifies.

"I might as well be since I'm here every single day." You say before continuing. "But if you wanna pick a fight with him you might as well let me join in to even out the odds." You question motioning towards your own partner who is standing tall next to you.

Milotics gentle demeanor is gone and she looks intimidating as she stands there waiting for your next command. You raise one hand to wipe some of the water away from your face and that's when one of the grunts notices the bracelet on your wrist.

"T-thats a Z-ring!" He points in shock at your bracelet and you smirk knowing that the power of a Z-move is clearly scary to these grunts. From what you've heard only their boss Guzma and his second in command Plumeria got their own z-rings and z-crystals which they use in battles.

"Oh shit you're right... Hey sorry man... We didn't mean to cause trouble here on the beach we promise." The other one stutters out and you tilt your head at them both.

"Oh really? So you didn't mean to cause trouble when you attacked him and tried to take his pokémon?"

"No! It was just a simple misunderstanding we promise." "Misunderstanding?! You two tried to steal Meowth from me!!" The boy which they had attacked screeched and you could see the sweat starting to form on the grunts as you take a few steps towards them in anger.

"W-we're sorry! We won't cause any problems here again!"

"Man let's go before we get blasted by that powerful Z-move!!" The other grunt says before he turns around and takes off running, his fomantis running after him causing the other grunt and her salandit to run after their friend in a panic.

"Cowards." You mutter before turning to the boy whose pokémon is looking very concerned for him.

You've seen him at the beach before, he usually hangs out mantine surfing and you enjoy watching him do so. He looks so free and full of joy and his laughter is like music to your ears because of how much he's enjoying himself with his partner.

"Hey are you okay?" You ask gently as you sit down next to him. "You got attacked pretty badly by those dumbasses earlier."

"I-i'm fine, I couldn't let them hurt Meowth after all." He says and Wooyoung has to fight hard to not let his face erupt in that tomato berry red shade again because of how close you are to him.

"You were very brave you know. Protecting your friend like that and refusing to back down." You tell him with a smile and this time Wooyoung can't stop the blush erupting on his face.

"T-thank you!"

"Now let me check so you're not badly hurt, the burns might feel less intense if you get in the water." You say as you check him over and luckily it seems like he's not overtly hurt.

"You're Wooyoung aren't you?" You ask and he nods shocked.

"Y-you know my name?"

"Yeah you got the highest score in matinee surfing according to the placard keeping track of everyone's score." You point over to the placard where his name is written next to the number one.

"Oh right... you're Y/n, right?"

"That would be me." You smile "And this must be your lovely partner?" You ask looking at his alolan meowth who gives you the most beaming smile as she steps closer to you so you can pet her.

Which you do gently, causing her to purr. You marvel at how soft her fur is, you're so accustomed to the feeling of scales and the feeling of wet skin that water Pokémon's have that you rarely pet or spend time with Pokémon's which got fur and live on land.

"You're so pretty." You mumble and she lets out a happy nyaaa at that.

"Mreowth!" She points at you and you tilt your head at her.

"You think I'm beautiful?" You questions and she nods excitedly before also pointing at Wooyoung and then back at you.

"I don't think I understand..." You trail off trying to figure out what she's trying to say.

"Ah! Meowth!! Stop that!!" Wooyoung tries to get his partner to stop explaining that he likes you and thinks you're beautiful but to no avail, she continues on to tell you in her own special way how much he seems to like you.

Wooyoung honestly feels like he might combust on the spot.

"Well I'm not really sure what she's trying to say but I think she's trying to tell me how much she likes you." You tell him with a teasing smile and he just laughs nervously.

“Y-yeah…”

“Milotic?” Your partner questioned as she nudges your back gently before looking at Wooyoung.

“I’m okay thank you.” He says with a smile directed at your partner who is looking at him with concerned eyes. “Thank you for helping me back then, we’re not used to battling but you two were such a formidable team.” He compliments the two of you and you smile bashfully.

“We’re not that good.”

“Don’t lie! You two were amazing! You even got a z-ring and a z-crystal, only trainers that are strong and got strong bonds with their Pokémon’s get those!” He says, huffing out his cheeks when you try to deny it again.

“We practice a lot when we’re out swimming, can’t have a bunch of sharpedos or tentacruels attack us and not knowing how to defend ourselves, but you know battling isn’t all there is. I enjoy far more spending time with Milotic and hanging out in the sea than going to do the island challenges and challenging the totem Pokémon’s or the kahunas.” You say sitting next to him in the sand and you sigh.

"Sometimes people try to push to hard that I should start doing the trials because 'I'm so talented so I shouldn't waste my talent by just swimming in the ocean'" You tell him and Wooyoung is quick to shake his head.

"That's dumb! You should do what makes you happy! I've seen the way you get so happy going to the ocean, swimming around and the way you care for your friend and everything around you! Plus happiness looks the best on you so don't listen to them! You can do whatever it is you want!" He finishes and when he notices you looking at him he can't help but once again blush and look down at his hands who suddenly became much more interesting than looking straight at you.

"You've been watching me?" You ask curiously.

"Yes-i mean no! Wait I- like yes I've been watching you but not like a creep I promise!! It's just you seem so happy in the ocean and I like seeing happiness on people and you two are very beautiful, like you are very beautiful when you're in the ocean, not that I'm saying you're not beautiful when you're up on the land because you are I just-" He blabbers on nervously and when your hand lands on his he shuts up and looks at you in shock.

Meowth is looking on excitedly because this is so up her ally and Wooyoung knows she will tease him when they are alone.

"Thank you Wooyoung." Your smile makes his heart skip a beat. "It warms my heart knowing you think that way. You should know happiness suits you as well, especially when you matinee surf, sometimes I have to stop what I'm doing just so I can see you surf and the joy you get from the waves. You look very beautiful too." You tell him, adding the last part a bit more quiet but Wooyoung hears it and a big grin works its way onto his face.

"Thank you!!" He beams and you laugh, happy that he seems to have recovered quickly from the attack.

"Now! Do you think you can help me? We found this chest at the bottom of the ocean and I wanna try and open it to see what it could be!" You tell him eagerly leaning forward as you show him the treasure chest and Milotic waves her fin eagerly also wanting to know what it could be.

"Meowth!!" Meowth hurries up to you eager to help. She knows how to pick locks and want's to help you.

"Oh yes! Meowth is great at picking locks!" The boy next to you says before quickly adding "We only discovered that when I got locked out from our house! I'm not a burglar or something."

"Seems like the two of you are filled with all kinds of different talents." You muse before letting Meowth get up to the treasure chest, one of her claws is out as she starts picking the lock and soon a loud click can be heard.

"It worked! Thank you pretty!" You tell her as you put it in front of the four of you. She runs back to Wooyoung shyly because of your compliment and hides in his arms and he chuckles.

You open the treasure chest and just as you and Wooyoung are leaning in to see what it could possibly be, Milotic sticks her head into the chest, her curiosity taking over and she cannot stop herself from wanting to see what it could be first.

"Hey!!" You laugh at the silliness of your partner. "Milotic! Let us see." You whine gently wanting to see as well.

"Someone was really curious huh?" Wooyougn teases and your friend lifts her head shyly before hiding her face behind her tail fins, causing the both of you to laugh at the adorable display.

"It's okay buddy, I would have done that as well if I were you." You tell her, petting her head.

Wooyoung takes a moment to sneak a glance into the chest and gasps.

"It's a map!"

"Really?!"

"Yes! It must lead to a treasure of some kind!"

"Then what are we waiting for? We should totally find it." You say eagerly, picking up the map to see if you know where to go.

It takes a while before you two figure out where to go. You both figured it's somewhere closer to the southern parts of the ocean you're close to. The both of you are eager to find out what it could be and you are quick to help Wooyoung use his shirt to tie his partner to his back so she won't get swept away as you swim with Milotic to the place on the map.

"So we just hold on to her neck?" Wooyoung asks you as the two of you get into the water where Milotic is waiting, ready and eager to swim as fast as she can to the place where you have to go. The sun has started to set casting a brilliant orange and pink hue over the ocean making it look like it glitters from time to time.

"Yeah, hold on tight and just go with the flow of it. Let me know if it's going too quick and we'll slow down." You say as you grab ahold of her neck. Wooyoung is quick to copy you and when your arms touch he smiles to himself.

He had not thought when he woke up this morning that he'd be speaking to you and going on a little adventure with you after you and your partner had rescued him.

"Milotic! Full speed forward!" You say excited and she takes off quickly.

"Milo!!" She nods and then she's off.

She swims fast and agile through the water, she knows her goal and as always wants nothing more than to get to her destination quickly and without any problems. It's mostly just swimming in the same direction and despite that you can't help but laugh in joy as the butterflies of happiness joins you once again. Nothing really beats this for you and had you not been so preoccupied with your enjoyment you would have noticed Wooyoung looking at you in awe.

Could you become even more beautiful than you already were? Before Wooyoung used to think that was impossible but seeing your joy this up close proved him wrong.

"Mreeeoowwthh." Meowth teased him quietly in his ear, giggling on his back and he shook his head slightly but allowed her to tease him.

It took the four of you roughly twenty minutes of swimming before you reached the destination. You had never been to this part of the island before and you and Milotic had explored most of the ocean surrounding the island at this point.

"Oh wow." You mumble as she slows down.

The view is stunning, there are rock formations that gives off the illusions that there are hearts sticking out in the ocean, a small island has appeared and you swim up to it before getting up on the sanded beach. There's beautiful shimmering shells littered in the sand and hibiscus flowers are blooming around as well.

It's truly magical.

"Have you ever seen something so beautiful Wooyoung?" You ask turning around to look at him and he shakes his head, mouth hanging open as he takes it all in.

The island looks like something out of a fantasy book. The hibiscus flowers are in varying shades of pinks, yellows and white. The shells shimmers in rainbow colors and Wooyoung even thinks he sees some pearls laying around. Then when the two of you turn around your breaths gets taken away once again.

The hearts you had seen earlier is even more prominent now in the water. It looks romantic, the water is a mostly pinkish orange hue, and it glimmers beautifully.

"Perhaps this is where lovers would go way back in the days to confess their feelings." You wonder aloud.

"Perhaps." Wooyoung mumbles and you look at him, and you know he's stunning, your stomach doing flips when you watch him but now seeing his side profile, hair slightly wet and skin glowing and the gentle light of the sun going down by the horizon is casting the most beautiful pinkish hue onto him.

Perhaps it was fate the two of you would be brought here.

"How are your wounds? I didn't stop to think if they'd be hurting you with the water." You question, eyes flitting over the small cuts and burns on his body.

"I'm fine, it hurts but it's okay since I'm here with you." He confesses with a smile, reaching out to take your hand and you let him.

"I wish I could heal you somehow."

"Mreowth!"

"Milotic!!"

The both of your pokémon say at the same time looking up at the sky, the two of you following their leads curiously and that's when you see it.

"Is that..." You question quietly.

"Tapu Lele! Akala Islands guardian!" Wooyoung exclaims in excitement.

The pink guardian floats above the two of you, she looks down before she floats around again, this time a gentle shimmer falls from her as she floats around. You both reach out to see if you can touch the beautiful shimmering dust that she's released.

It shimmers in pinks, purples and golds and as you look at Wooyoung once more you gasp.

"Your wounds and burns! They're gone!" You exclaim taking a good look at him and he looks down at himself in shock.

"They are! Do you think Tapu Lele healed me?"

"She must have!" You say before turning to where she had gone shouting "THANK YOU TAPU LELE!!"

You can hear a noice in the distance, happy to have been thanked for her gesture for the two of you.

You and Wooyoung spends the rest of the evening on the island, sitting next to each other, talking and laughing. And when the time comes to go back home, you two swim back to shore.

You both agree to meet here at Heahea beach tomorrow wanting to spend more time with each other.

And if Wooyoung gives you a kiss in the darkness of the night is something only he, you and Meowth will know about. It's something he won't share with anyone else.

Not yet at least.

The next day.

"Do you really think this is safe?" You ask as you stand up on shaking legs on the mantine, Wooyoung is standing next to you with a mischievous smile as he holds your hands.

"It's perfectly safe, trust me. I know what I'm doing." He tells you as he makes sure your feet are in the right position.

"I've never done anything like this before!"

"Ah everyone gotta learn somehow."

"Perhaps so! But to learn by surfing the big waves immediately?!"

"You'll be fine Y/n!" He tells you once more before telling the mantine to gently start swimming with you.

Meowth is off on the side sitting near the base of Milotics long neck. She's laying in the water enjoying watching you learn something new and Meowth is enjoying watching love blossom for the first time between her trainer and the one he's been pining over for a while.

"W-wooyoung! You have to hold on to me!" You say fearfully as your legs shake again.

"You have to relax Y/n! Shaking like this will only make you unstable, you have to go with the flow and trust the mantine, they don't want you to fall of them either."

"It's easy for you to say, you're the expert in this!" You snap back and you gasp when Wooyoung lets your hand go and he snickers when he sees you stiff like a stick go in a little circle and he can see the way you tense up and when the mantine does a turn that's a little too sharp for you as it comes back and you loose your balance.

"Falling for me are you Y/n?"

"M-maybe I am."

"Good because I fell for you a long time ago pretty."

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