#i’m sorry. cannot look or hear the word screams the same again

[penelope-simp]

this is awesome

Naiad Telemachus (au comes from my beloved anon yet again-they can cook fr)

Close ups:

I CANNOT draw seafood :D

[vvanillal]

The loss of innocence ꣑ৎ

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THIS IS UNFINISHED AND IM NOT GONNA FINSIH IT!

Warnings: Harry Potter x Reader, Age Gap, Teacher x Student, Semi smut

Word count: 1.4k

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To say you were all the talk at Hogwarts is an understatement; Well, people are still talking. 5 weeks ago you stepped foot on the grounds as the Librarian Helper. It was your goal to have a quiet, and calming job, and nothing is better than a Librarian. Students would come in to talk about you. They would sit down with a random book, and whisper to each other while looking straight at you. They couldn’t be more obvious. Why? You were the youngest of the faculty at Hogwarts. 21 years old, you were. That meant students tried to befriend you rather than treat you like a superior.

“Hermione, you know I cannot give you a pass to the restricted section even if I wanted to. I don’t have that privilege,” you say, smiling softly at her. She was one of your favorites; she visited the library often. “C’mon, can’t you talk Madam Pince into letting me,” she asked, a hopeful look in her eyes. You shook your head, watching her hopefulness tarnish. “I’m sorry,” you say. “Surely you can just sneak me in and no one would notice? And besides, it’s you, the librarian's helper. No one is going to think anything if they catch you!” Hermonie’s face was slightly red from speaking so fast and running out of breath. “NO,” you exclaimed.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Ron and Harry pushing each other for a place as leader. You raised your eyebrow, and they each smiled while trying to make the other fall behind. “Madam Y/L/N, nice to see you this morning,” Ron surprisingly said first. Harry nodded quickly with the biggest grin he could muster up. You eyed them both, confused. They acted like this everytime, but still never failed to amaze you. “Ron, Harry,” you nodded between the two of them, but your eyes lingered on one of the boys. Harry looked down, a rosy blush now across his cheeks.

“Do you two have anything to do with this?” You asked the boys. “Yes,” Hermione said, and at the same time Harry nearly screamed “NO!” You smiled, trying to hold back your laughter. “Well- I mean- I told them not to bother you,” Harry stammers, and you caught Ron rolling his eyes. You laugh, “It’s fine. I’m not bothered; as long as Hermonie doesn’t try to use me as a pass again.”

You chat with them for what seemed like hours. Even in the time that passed, you were still standing. They opted to pull up chairs. It looked like they were gathered around to hear a story. As Ron and Hermione got off topic, arguing, your eyes wandered around until they found Harry. But his eyes seemed to be fixated on your body. You watched as his eyes outlined your curves intently. You were dressed in a white button-up blouse, paired with a brown pencil skirt. The button up was tucked in, leaving room to show off the dip of your hips. You move your blown-out curls from your face, fix your glasses, and clear your throat. Ron and Hermione stopped talking, and Harry jumped up, leaving the library. “Guess that’s your queue to leave,” you said.

As you picked up around the library, only one person was on your mind. Harry was your favorite. It wasn’t uncommon for him to be the favorite, for sure. But for some reason, it felt different. It didn’t feel like he was just a favorite. He was the teacher's pet, though; always volunteering, and doing anything and everything you asked of him. Even when you necessarily didn’t need help, he would insist. Unlike the librarian, you liked to put each book back; not using magic. It calmed you, in some sense, to put the books neatly back in their place and ready for the next day. Kids would still leave books lying, whether you told them to clean up or not.

You were humming to yourself, making laps around the bookshelf, sorting them in their rightful place. Deep in the zone, you felt someone tap your shoulder, causing you to jump and drop a few books. “Shit-” you cover your heart, feeling it beat against your chest. You regretted swearing now that you saw who that person was. “Oh, Harry! You scared me,” you said embarrassingly. He sheepishly looked down, scratching the back of his neck. “It’s late; aren’t you going to get in trouble for being out of bed this late,” you ask. “Not if they don’t find out,” he smirks confidently. You nod a smile on your lips. “Are you in need of something?” He looks around, “No- I mean yes- I wanted to help you.”

So that was it, Harry helped you put away the books. As you talked about nonsense on the backside of the bookshelf he was on, you felt the heat of someone else's stare. Truthfully, you felt it since Harry walked through the door. You look around the library, checking over your shoulders, and when you don't find anyone you look at Harry. His eyes were already on you, though. So it’s him, you think to yourself. He didn’t look away this time, like usual; and you felt like challenging him. You smirk, which ultimately puts him at a loss instantly.

“I think we’re done here,” you say, smoothing down your skirt. Harry nodded, but he looked like he had unfinished business. “I want to talk to you about something important. Honestly, that’s the reason I came tonight,” he admitted. You were nervous. He sits down on one of the tables, his eyes huge. He played with his fingers in his lap, as he seemed to struggle to get it out. “It’s okay, you can tell me,” you walk toward him. His eyes widened as much as they’d go. “This is going to sound stupid- and I don’t even know why I wanted to ask you this… oh, this is stupid.” He went on. You shook your head, which in return made him stop laughing. “What,” he asked. “It’s not stupid, Harry. Whatever it is obviously is important.”

Well, what he said was definitely not something on tonight’s agenda. “I want you to help me,” he said, his face instantly going red. “I-I mean will you… help me?” You stood confused, “with,” you extend the H. ”I want you to help me with sex,” he said bluntly. Now you were even more confused, and worse, you didn’t know what to think. “You’re judging me aren’t you? This-” before he could start anxiously babbling again, you interrupted him. “No I’m not judging, Harry. I just- we have a teacher-student relationship,” you explain. “Y/N please, I trust you. I need this; I'm bad at everything. Please,” he begged. He looked so needy, sitting on the table with sweat trickling down his forehead. His breathing was heavy, and his eyes heavy with emotion. You were thinking about it. If you were to get caught though- and he was younger than you- what if people found out? And you expressed exactly that. “I don’t care that you’re older than me, I’m an adult.” And with more persuading, he fully convinced you.

You moved closer, painfully slow until you were between his legs. In this position, you were taller than him. You look into his eyes and bring your lips closer to his, but you stop before your lips could touch his. “Are you sure,” your breath is hot against his lips. He nods, brushing your lips together. You finally press your lips to his, and he moans instantly into the kiss. You bite at his bottom lip, nipping at the soft skin. He was clearly inexperienced, letting his teeth clash against yours as tried to stick his tongue in your mouth. He was sloppy. “Slow down, Harry. Let me show you,” you correct his kiss, earning a whine in return from him. He did as he was taught, making you smirk against his lips.

You take his arm, pull him from the table and show him to a comfortable chair that was sat in the corner of the library. You sit him down with a soft push to his shoulder. He grunts, but hesitantly puts his hands on your ass, guiding you to sit on his lap. You squeeze your thighs against him, going back to kissing his lips, and then his neck. He seemed to like you on his neck because he was struggling to be quiet. “You're doing so good, Harry,” you whisper.

[chimielie]

sun seeker

summary: you are a princess, a future queen. somehow, this is still not enough.

word count: 1.5k

cw: fighting, oikawa’s an asshole (sorry), arranged marriage/royalty au, fake history stuff, angst to fluff (i guess), i’m not telling you who the love interest is but like. Guess, misogyny, ambiguous ending

a/n: if i tell you that i imagined a whole other side for oikawa will you forgive me? also this was supposed to be a short drabble related to between lightning strikes but it very much was not. my bad

Your betrothed is unexpectedly quiet.

It had only been a few days since you met the crown prince, having been sequestered in your father’s court in the country for most of your life, learning to fill the seat of someday-Empress. The capital is huge, bustling with people, always noisy—or so you surmised from within your veiled carriage. You had thought, as you bowed before the Emperor and Imperial Heir, that your life was finally beginning, finally growing beyond the narrow confines of etiquette training and religious rituals.

Instead, you felt your dreams shrivel and die as your daily routine proceeded exactly as it had for close to two decades. The only difference was time mandatorily spent with Tooru, who seemed… less than enthused by your match.

You had dreamed of someone who chafed against authority as you had, who felt as bound by propriety despite the privilege of your positions. Alas, you found him to be both sullen and arrogant, eager to rule but in denial of his own dissatisfaction with a noblewoman such as yourself. It made you want to scream. You had not chosen the circumstances of your birth, the path which you had been led to walk. It was not your fault that fate had pushed you two so forcefully together without regard for your desires, ambitions, or personalities.

“I was told you visited the temple this morning,” you say, watching your fiancé pause a long sip of tea, his brown eyes temporarily widening. Your face slips momentarily into a frown; you cannot conceal your frustration with his clear disdain for such small talk but unwillingness to bring anything more engaging to your table.

“Yes,” he says finally, setting down his cup. Light brown liquid sloshes over the rim and onto his fingers; he wipes them on his robes without care for the expensive fabric. “There are many rituals that must be done to ensure the most auspicious wedding possible.” His voice catches noticeably on the word wedding. You take a sip of your own tea to hide your grimace.

It is lukewarm. How long have you been sitting here, trying to force civility?

“Did it go well?” You ask in turn, your pitch straining. Behind you, one of the imperial guards snorts. When you try to discern which of them broke character, they have all returned to a stoic, uniform position. You straighten your posture.

“It was satisfactory,” Tooru says. You hear the snort again, and the crown prince’s lips twitch, just barely.

You shut your eyes tightly for a moment, trying to take in a deep breath. Your chest feels tight, though, bound by heavy fabrics and scarlet ribbon. There doesn’t seem to be anywhere for the air to go.

“What did you do this morning?” He asks, and you throw the cup at him.

His Imperial Highness is athletic beneath his aristocracy, and he dodges it easily. It bounces off one of the silk screens behind him and lies, cracked in two, in a puddle of lukewarm tea on the floor. You bury your face in your hands and scream through your teeth, a short, guttural noise that carves a little more space in your chest to breathe.

When you look up again, he stands over you, his perfect brows pulled into an expression of concern. You know without looking that two of the Imperial Guard are standing behind you, hands on their weapons.

“You have asked me that,” you say slowly, fighting to push the words out through the red haze of rage, “twice now. And you asked what my plans were yesterday. And the answer is always the same: wait in my rooms for you to call, because I am a painting of a woman waiting for you to walk in and criticize my form and decide that I am satisfactory.”

“I didn’t—” he says, and for a moment you become a fairytale heroine instead of a scorned princess, sitting on the floor looking up at him with despondent eyes that betray your desire to be loved. “This is what we are,” he decides finally, expression no longer concerned. “I think perhaps you need some rest.”

“You cannot be serious,” you seethe, pushing yourself to your feet. One of the guards puts a hand on you, ready to restrain you.

Tooru turns, his back facing you. He glances back as he exits, tone bored, eyes cold.

“Do not worry yourself,” he tells you, “I still find you satisfactory.”

You lunge after him, but two strong hands clamp down on your arms, hauling you back. You writhe and kick, but when you look up at your guard, his face is impassive, his eyes distant.

“I hate you,” you snarl, and watch as his eyes flicker down to your face. Seeing you. “I hate you,” you say again, but it sounds much more like a sob.

You can’t sleep that night.

The moon is full, high and bright, and every time you close your eyes, you see visions of your future. A glorified concubine, living in an expensive sanitarium, surely to be driven to insanity before your husband can ascend the throne.

You sit up, wild-eyed, and throw your door open with more force than you realize.

“Princess,” says your guard, startled.

“I can’t sleep,” you say, your heart thrumming in your chest. “Hajime, please, I can’t sleep.”

“I can’t let you out of your quarters,” Iwaizumi Hajime, head of your security detail, says.

“I don’t want—” you start, and he gives you a knowing look. “I know. Please just come and—talk with me. A little.”

He sighs, deeply, a rush of wind through cypress trees, and follows you into your room.

“Sit,” you order him, and the moonlight affords you the ability to see his green eyes flash with panic. “I am your future queen. Sit.”

He sits, trying to maintain his stern, professional face, even as you peel his helmet off and run your hands through his flattened hair.

“You lied to me,” you hum, and he jerks under your touch, façade breaking. “You told me Tooru never shut up.”

“I knew him a long time ago,” says Hajime. One of the few who had come with you to Kyoto, he had been raised here and come to your father’s court as a youth to learn to fight. “He’s not—he’s stubborn. He’ll soften eventually.”

“I don’t care,” you say bitterly. “Why did you hold me back?”

“He’s the prince,” Hajime says, his voice rasping with exasperation.

“I am the princess,” you say, and his lips press together into a straight line.

“My princess,” he murmurs. Hajime has always run warm, much more suited for Kyoto’s climate than your hometown’s. When he wraps an arm around you and pulls you against his side, you can feel his body heat through his armor.

“You let him say horrible things to me,” you say. His hold on you tightens.

“He is my oldest friend.”

“I am your—” you sigh heavily, pushing away from him, looking out at the moon. “I am nothing to you. I will live, though I am ungrateful. Many would say I am the luckiest woman in all the land.” The air is very cold without his touch.

“You are not nothing to me,” Hajime says, and you smile wistfully at his selective hearing.

“At least I am satisfactory.” You don’t see what happens, but Hajime’s helmet clatters loudly on the floor a moment later. “What—”

“He is my oldest friend,” he repeats himself, but his voice is low, so deep in his chest you can barely hear him. It does not matter; you can feel his words. “I wanted to kill him.”

Your lips part on a silent gasp, and he leans in close, so close that you can nearly taste him. You’ve always loved the way he smells, something base that relaxes you instantly. You haven’t been this close to him since you left home.

“He’s the Emperor,” he continues, “I can’t hurt him. I held us back.”

“Us?” You ask, his fingers suddenly tightly intertwined with yours.

“Ask me to help you leave,” he says, and you shut your eyes against his gaze, frightening and familiar all at once. “Ask me to take you away from here. I had—I have plans, and you will not be happy with him, Princess. You will be more than satisfactory, satisfied—you will be loved.”

Something knotted tightly unspools in you, red threads laying themselves out in perfect lines. You duck your head and nod against his shoulder, face rubbing against the metal of his armor.

You aren’t likely to succeed, you know, no matter how thoroughly Hajime has planned. Your fiancé will look for you: a stubborn man, like he had said. You do not know if his disdain for you or his love for Hajime will protect you. You could both die.

“Take me away,” you say, voice ringing out like a queen’s.

The moon, at its fullest cycle, chases its estranged wife into the day. The crown prince wakes without his betrothed. The world only spins forward.

[maggiecc]

When the World Shifts (Finnick O'dair x reader)

Finnick O’Dair x reader

TW: It's about the Hunger Games, so murder, talks of death, Annie has panic attacks

This first part does not use Y/N, for the next part should I include it, or continue to disclude it?

No Betas, we die like Vikings.

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4:TBD

“On the third quarter quill game, the male and female tributes are to be reaped from the existing pool of victors in each district.” Snow continued his speech, but you stopped being able to hear it, his words turning into static.

“No, No, No” You hear Annie mumble. You turn to look at her as she starts to shake, and her mumbles turn to screams. She had covered her ears with her hands and squeezed her eyes shut “NO, NO, NO!”

You wrap her up into your arms, stroking her hair, whispering words of comfort all while you felt the same. You too wanted to scream but screaming would do you no good and you knew this. You cannot afford to fall apart, not now, not with Annie here. The announcement of the quarter quell, that the 75th Hunger Games would be made up of victors meant your safety from the games was gone. You didn’t want to believe it, that it was possible, but Annie’s tears were enough proof for you to believe it.

Before you could think about reentering the games, you both jumped at the sound of a door slamming shut and footsteps running toward the room you sat in. You knew who it was, you wanted to get up and run to him, but you knew you could not let go of Annie. She clung to you as if you were her lifeline, and perhaps you were for the moment grounding her to remind her where she is something she cannot always tell. As the steps got closer you tried to think of what you should do, or say but there was nothing. The sound of the door being ripped open caused Annie to jump getting ready to fight an instinct all the tributes held. The other 2 victors of District 4 had entered. You turn to try and grab Annie but before you can grab her someone else beats you to it. Mags had her in her arms and started to sink to the ground with her as her cries continued. Finally being able to pull your focus from Annie you turn to look at the man who had yet to leave the entryway.

“Finnick,” you whispered the tears finally starting to fall “Oh Finnick.” You ran to him as he opened his arms to grab you. As you reach him you wrap your arms around him, and he mirrored you, one arm around your waist and one holding the back of your head, lacing his fingers through your hair. Your head was pressed to his chest and you could hear his heart racing, it was the only thing you could hear, even drowning out Annie who now was just whimpering in Mags’s arm. Your tears began to soak his shirt but neither of you cared about that. You did not know what to do, or what to say, so you just let yourself be held and pretend for a moment everything will be okay.

The night of the announcement was a whirlwind, the District 4 tributes all stayed together, few words were spoken that night, but many tears were spilled. You all held each other, only leaving to make tea, or grab tissues. The next morning when you awoke you noticed you were short a person, Annie and Mags rested together but Finnick was gone. You felt your breath quicken as you ran out of the room.

“Finnick? Finnick?” You tried to keep your voice low, you knew if you woke Annie and she heard you calling for Finnick she would panic again.

As you turned the corner you heard a response called from the kitchen “In here love.” 

“Finnick you can’t just leave like that!” You scold him, voicing raising by accident. You take a moment to close your eyes and breathe, knowing you need to remain calm in the coming days, working yourself up would not help. “When I didn’t see you, I got nervous I, I”

“I’m sorry darling, I wanted to get the food ready before everyone awoke so we could eat it again you all wouldn’t have to worry” He explained. 

You let out a soft sign, “ Alright well I’ll help you finish to make it go faster. Annie and Mags will be up soon.” 

The two of you start to move around the kitchen together, moving in tandem to finish the breakfast he had started. It was simple food, only toast, and eggs, all of you so sick to the stomach over the news you would not be able to eat anything else. As Finnick worked on the eggs you put the toast in and started to boil water for tea.

You turn to look at Finnick trying to gather your thoughts “Finnick we need to start”

“Not now,” He cut you off “Let's eat breakfast first and wait until Mags can speak with us too.” 

You silently nod, noticing his purposeful exclusion of Annie, and although you knew why it still hurt to think about. Annie had been doing so much better before the news broke, and thinking about how she was reduced to her state right after her games hurt you. She was like a sister to you, and seeing all her progress dissipate was almost as bad as the news itself.

You both simply look at each other for a moment, both thinking the same thing but neither of you speaking it. The silence is broken by the kettle’s whistle, both breaking your eye contact to return to your kitchen task.

Eventually, you both gather the food and drinks onto a tray and carry it back into the room with Annie and Mags. You place the tray down on the table and go towards the duo. You first wake Mags, giving her a light tap which wakes her instantly. She never fully sleeps anymore always being ready to jump awake at any noise or movement. She looks at you and her eyes soften, expressing all she needs to say. Next was the more difficult one, you put Annie’s head in your lap and start to hum as you stroke her hair, slowly getting louder and louder. Eventually, she jumps awake instantly screaming squeezing her eyes shut.

“Annie, Annie, it's me” You plead to her

“No, no no!”

“Annie please open your eyes, it’s me, it's us.” You continue and eventually, she opens her eyes and sees you. She stops trying to break out of your arms, but her shaking does not stop completely. You then get her to sit up, keeping her between Mags and you and Finnick puts the plates down in front of all of you. 

The silence continues as you all eat the food. It's difficult to swallow the food, every bite feeling like it is going to come back up, but you know now is not the time to starve yourself, not with the games looming overhead. Once you were all finished eating, you started to pile the plates but before you could bring them to the kitchen Mags took them from you to walk them back.

“I can,” you try to stop her, but she shakes her head to you. As Mags leaves you stand and then help Annie up. She was clearly still tired and although you have all been together, you don’t blame her, she had been tense the entire night. You bring her to the couch in the room and hold her hand until she falls back asleep. Once she was done you slipped your hand away from hers and let out a soft sign.

“We have to talk about this,” You tell Finnick, now that Annie is asleep you know you can no longer avoid speaking about the games.

“I know,” he replied, feeling the same weight as you. Mags then walks back into the room, and you all look at each other.

“What, what, what do we do?” You ask, looking at the other victors, unsure of where even to begin.

“We need to figure out who is going in.” Finnick responds “I am the only male victor, but the three of you have an equal chance of getting chosen.”

“We can’t let Annie go back in, she wouldn’t be able to handle it” you begin to explain “And Mags, no offense, but you cannot go back in there. You look so young for 80 but the other victors could be in their prime”

“No, you can’t” Finnick tried to argue but you cut him off.

“Finnick one of us has too, and I am the only one who stands a chance, you else? Annie can’t and I won’t let Mags.” He begins to open his mouth to argue but you don’t even give him the chance. “Finnick, please don’t argue with me on this, I won’t change my mind. Annie will need someone with her here, and I am the most capable in the arena.”

Finnick looked at you, battling with you without words until he eventually lost. 

“Fine, but we stay together and you cannot put yourself in any unnecessary danger”

“Okay, and the same goes for you, we get out of this together.” You put your pinky out.

“Together” He responds, wrapping his pinky with yours.

[celandeline]

in your head, on your mind // Jordan Li x Reader, Part 2

the brainrot only increases day by day. i want to be them. i want to fuck them. i cannot decide which one of those options i want to do more. anyways, here's part 2. thanks for all the love and support on part 1!

word count: 1874

previous part // next part

You ended up texting with Jordan for most of the night, smiling and giggling to yourself as your roommates slept across the room, trying to keep the noise to a minimum. It was hard though - with every text you found yourself more and more enthralled with Jordan. Everything about them, their sense of humor, their obvious intelligence, the way that they blended flirting with casual conversation, just made you like them more. And the fact that you couldn’t read their thoughts over text only added to the experience. Made it authentic - what were they thinking about right now? You couldn’t know. It was intoxicating. 

Around three in the morning, when you were finally ready to pass out, you made plans to hit the gym together tomorrow. 

Which is why you loiter in front of the gym now, checking and re-checking your phone to see if they’ve texted you again. It’s 1:57, three minutes before you said you would meet up, though you’ve been waiting for at least five minutes more. Anxious. Excited. Thinking about them already. 

…be perfectly fine, you’ve got this. It’s not even like a real date or anything, you’re just hitting the gym. Casually. Casual. Okay. Oh, fuck okay. Wow. You look really good in workout gear.

You pick up on their thoughts before you see them, just as anxious and excited as your own. Turning, you smile as they come into view, today in their masculine form, dressed in a loose tank top and baggy sweatpants. “Hi Jordan.”

“Hi.” They say, a smile stretching across their lips. “You look nice.”

“You said.” You say. “Or, thought, rather.”

Right. You’re in my head now, shit. Different than text. “Still thought I should say it out loud.” They say with a shrug. 

“I appreciate it.” You say, and you do. It isn’t often that people take to repeating what they’re thinking in speech once they learn you can hear their thoughts. 

For a moment, the air is silent between the two of you and you simply look at each other. They really are pretty - you could fall into those chocolate eyes and never be able to find your way out. And their hair, you so desperately want to run your fingers through it, it looks so silky smooth. 

You smile as Jordan’s thoughts - much the same as your own - run through your head. You’re so fucking pretty its unreal. I can’t believe you said yes to hanging out. I can’t believe we spent all night texting each other - when was the last time I did that? Like highschool probably. I need to pump the breaks dude fuck. Sorry. I’m sorry. 

“You don’t have to apologize-” You start. 

“I know, it’s just- I’m not used to it yet.” They say, pulling open the door to the gym for you. 

You walk inside, hit by the smell of sweat and rubber and the metallic tang of blood all at once. The sounds of working out - machinery clanging, grunting, screams of pain, echo around the place mixing together with the generic pop music playing over the gym speakers. You hover near the entrance, waiting for Jordan to take the lead. 

“I, um, took the liberty of reserving a sparring room for us.” They say, voice raised a little over the din. “We don’t have to though - I mean, that’s just usually what I do to work out.” No pressure if you don’t want to touch me. I didn’t mean it like that - you already know. 

“Sparring’s fine, yeah.” You say. “Thanks for getting a room.”

“‘Course.” Jordan says, starting towards the back of the gym, where the sparring rooms are located. You follow in their wake, passing hordes of your sweaty peers, all focused on bettering themselves. It is easy to tune out the telepathic chatter when you are inclined to focus on Jordan anyway. 

It isn’t a far walk to the sparring rooms, and Jordan pulls open the door to room five, holding it open for you to walk in. Like the rest of the sparring rooms, it’s completely padded - ceiling and all - to minimize the amount of damage students would do to each other. A circle is drawn out on the center of the floor, a boundary to use for a more traditional match. You drop your gym bag near the door, and turn to Jordan. 

“So what rules do you usually go by?” You ask. 

“Hand to hand only, no powers if you can help it but I guess since you can’t really turn yours off don’t worry about that.” They say. “Uh, we can use the circle if you want but usually me and whoever I’m sparring with just go until someone’s pinned.”

“That sounds fine to me.” You say. “And since I can’t not use my powers, I think you should be able to use yours too. Just to be fair.”

Jordan purses their lips. I would throw you through these walls with my energy blasts. “You sure?”

“I’m sure.” You say. And then, planting your voice in their head, “I trust you to be gentle with me.”

Jordan’s cheeks tint red. “Okay.” They clear their throat, and set their own gym bag down. “Stretch first?”

You stretch together, working through most of the usual positions and then some that you hadn’t heard of before at Jordan’s prompting. Now, feeling nice and limber, you stand in the center of the room, across from Jordan, your fists raised in front of you, ready to strike. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Jordan raises their own fists, adjusting their stance. For a moment, everything is still. 

You know they’re going to move before they do it. 

Jordan lunges forward, but you’re already darting back, finely tuned into their thoughts, able to counter every move they make before they’ve even finished deciding to do it. When you’d first arrived at GodU, people had underestimated you, thinking your power couldn’t be practically applied in combat situations. How wrong they were. 

Yeah I figured as much. Jordan, unsurprised, changes forms, trying again to land a hit now in their more lithe female body. Still, you’re able to stay one step ahead, dodging the moment they begin to swing, darting back as soon as they lift their foot from the mat to kick at you. You take the opportunity to land a sharp hit on their side, right between two of their ribs, and then another in the center of their stomach. 

Damn, okay Y/N, packing a punch. Jordan groans, but doesn’t stop, instead doing their best to return the hits. You dart away again - keeping yourself one step ahead and an arm’s length away. 

It goes like that for a while - you, carefully in tune with Jordan’s every move, and Jordan, growing more and more frustrated as they fail time and time again to land a punch. It’s fun, listening to their thoughts grow more and more frantic, strategizing and re-strategizing ways to knock you off your guard, and you find yourself biting back a smile, not wanting to infuriate them further. You’re winning without a doubt, until-

Is this what it’s going to be like when we fuck?

Jordan’s thought throws you off your rhythm, and you falter, their fist breezing past your face as you barely move away in time. They grin, and you hear their voice in your head; what? I thought you were used to that sort of thing?

It’s true, you had told them that it happened more often than you liked to admit - and it did, but never in a situation like this. In a fight, most people were focused on well… the fight. Not…

God, your shoulders look so good in that shirt. You should get more shirts like that. I want to sink my teeth into your muscles. 

Jordan throws another punch, and you only narrowly dodge it again, doing your best to ignore the way they’re thinking about you. It’s hard though, when you’re so focused on their thoughts anyway to try and keep ahead of their punches. You can feel the heat rising to your cheeks.

It all comes to a head when Jordan actually lands a hit on you because you were distracted by the image of you and them, pressed against the lockers of the locker room, making out with furious intensity. There was a quality to the thought that made you think it wasn’t the first time Jordan had conjured this image - but it was the sharp change in focus that actually made you falter. 

Jordan lands one hit, and then their hand wraps around your arm. Before you can wiggle free, they shift into their male form, grip tightening. I’m going to throw you to the floor. 

If it had been anyone else, the thought would have sparked fear. But instead, excitement swirls in your stomach. 

As gently as someone can throw someone else to the ground, Jordan flips you. You land on your back against the cushioned floor, the impact radiating through your whole body. Before you can scramble back to your feet, Jordan - still masculine and therefore immovable - pins you down, almost laying on top of you. 

“I win.” They say, lips only inches from yours. I could kiss you right now. Would you let me? You don’t have to. 

You press your lips together, fighting off a smile as you pretend to struggle in their grip. “Fine you win. What kind of prize do you want?”

“Don’t tempt me.” They say, eyes darkening as their pupils widen ever so slightly. Fuck. Do you mean that?

You smile, and wind your thoughts into theirs. You don’t get to fuck me - not yet anyway - but I’ll kiss you if you still want it. 

The second the thought registers, Jordan is pressing their lips to yours, roughly, hungrily, like they’ve been waiting. You know they’ve been waiting - you can feel it in their thoughts, in the way that they run a hand down your side like if they stop touching you you’ll disappear. As soon as you feel them let their guard down, you flip the both of you over, giving yourself a turn to hover over them. 

Their eyes widen as you break the kiss to start leaving little kisses along their jaw, working towards their neck. Oh fuck. You can’t- you said we can’t fuck right now, you cant start kissing me there- fuck. I can’t fight this boner-

They shift under you, reverting back into their female form. You take it in stride, still continuing your path to the sweet spot beneath their ear. You suck hard on the delicate skin once you land, and they groan deep in their throat, pushing their chest up against yours as their eyes roll into their head. You pull back to enjoy their reaction, and when they open their eyes again, you smile. 

“I wouldn’t have been offended by a boner, you didn’t have to switch to hide it.” You say. 

Jordan smiles. “Habit, sorry.” They pause. “Um.” I need to go home and jerk off. Like right now. Sorry. “We should do this again, sometime.”

You roll off of them, smiling as you plop down on the matted floor. “For sure.”

[shotoyami]

Could do gambit x f reader basically f reader is a normal person working and is saved one day by gambit in a fight and offers to take her home and basically gets to know her and take her out on a date’s <33

prenotes: Gambit beloved <33 !!! The silly little Cajun man, he has my heart… I loved writing this sm, super cute, might make a part two if anyone would like to see that!!!

Thank you so much for the request, anon<3

pairing: Remy LeBeau/Gambit + female reader

warnings: none, yet again!

genre: fluff, that’s all to be seen here

notes: so please ignore the jokes I make in here if anyone doesn’t like them, I had to make them as a retail worker and the usual daily struggles of retail. but if anyone laughs, I’m glad! (please respect your retail workers, they don’t get paid enough or appreciated enough)

word count: 900+

Sir, this is a Walmart…

Work. Mediocre, stressful, annoying. At least, that’s a normal day on the job. Another day at some high end grocery store that cannot be named here, just dealing with the same customers to expect every day. The entitled old people, the crass young people that shouldn't be without adult supervision, crying babies that the mother literally is not even a foot away from and doesn’t care about, and so much more stupidity. 

“You young kids and not respecting their elders. I swear, it’s like I always talk to the same person no matter where I go unless it’s a machine!” Like now, where an older woman is harassing me.

I force a civil smile onto my face, knowing everything is both on video and on audio, and that anything against store policy could get me fired. “I’m sorry to hear that, ma’am. Unfortunately, I can’t bend the rules for anyone. If I change the price for you, I’d have to change the price for everyone in the store- which can’t happen, of course.” I try to explain to the woman– which is stupid, because when do entitled people ever listen to reason? She starts shouting, which is to be expected, and of course a supervisor comes over, trying to gauge what’s happening, and now she’s screaming at them too. The supervisor gives me a glance and I just put my hands up defensively and turn and walk away– because I don’t get paid anywhere near enough to deal with this crap.

I fall into the breakroom’s couch with a long sigh, making one of my coworkers giggle. “Gosh (y/n), tell us all how you really feel girl.” I groan, but let out a small laugh, finding humor in my coworker’s words. “Was it Sharon again? Or Beth?”

I sat up as I respond, “Neither, it was Martha.” My coworker grimaces at the name, before she sighs.

“Yikes. I’m sorry girl, she’s a pain.” I snicker, nodding in agreement. “But have you seen that new looker that’s been coming in recently?” That sparks my attention, and I sit fully toward her, attentively. “No? Okay, so there’s this guy that’s been coming in, right? And he’s got weird eyes and a southern accent, and he flirts with everyone.” I nod along as she speaks, humming afterward in thought.

“No, I haven’t seen or met him yet. He sounds interesting?” She nods in agreement, but we’re interrupted as our supervisor comes in, rolling his eyes.

“Martha.” Is all he says, making both of us giggle. “You’re good to go back on the floor, (y/n).” I nod and hop up, making my way back out onto the sales floor.

Of course, my luck willing, there’s some weird looking people (hey, we’re not trying to judge here, but just imagine this the same kinda way as describing your neighborhood crackhead) getting into a fight on the sales floor. I stand there, awkwardly, because I’m not trying to get into the middle of all of that. 

As I go to shuffle on by, because I don’t get paid enough to care, some kind of metal comes flying at me. My survival instincts aren’t survivaling because I just stare at my impending doom for a moment, accepting my fate and all, until a card with a purple looking hue just flies in front of me and blows up the metal??????

Whilst pondering my existence and how I didn’t just die, I get grabbed and my snatcher???? savior???? just kind of runs, cursing in some other language – french? Once again accepting my fate, I don’t exactly struggle or anything because this is all on camera and surely  someone will clock me out for this or just give me extended pay time for dealing with this crap.

The person finally stops and sets me down in the back of the parking lot, and I find that it’s my coworker’s deemed ‘new looker’. “Ya’ alri’, cher?” I slowly nod, probably looking like a big eyed fish or a barn owl or something. He chuckles, offering a hand, “The name’s Remy LeBeau, ya’ welcome fa’ the save. How’s ‘bout yous make it up ta’ me by lettin’ me walk ya’ on home? Ya’ off the clock?” Again, I just nod stupidly – my coworkers can clock me out, it should be fine. Fortunately, I use public transportation anyway, so it all works out.

Of course, everyone’s staring at the man next to me. Not so much for his “good looks,” but moreso for his odd appearing eyes – red on black. The entire subway is…rather quiet for once. It’s a nice change, a welcome change. He’s the one that breaks the silence as we get off of the subway, “Ya’ from ‘round these parts?” He sort of leans over me, smirking but still being quite respectful. He’s probably fishing for something in common, given his thick southern accent.

“No, I’m from the next state over.” He slowly nods, humming and keeping the conversation going similarly until we arrive at my front door. “So, I be seein’ ya’ again? Here, le’mme give ya’ my fone number.” He quickly comes up with a way to scribble down his digits, handing the paper to me. “An’ maybe we can go on a nice little date or somethin’ soon, cher?”

A goofy smile comes onto my face at this words, a bit shocked that all it took was a bit of small took to charade this man, but I nod in agreement nonetheless. “I’d appreciate if it involved me not being in immediate danger next time?” He chuckles and nods.

“See ya’ then, darlin’.”

[alexa-yukiyu]

Guide in the Darkness (Smoker x f!blind!child!reader x Fujitora)

A/N This is for the Anon that asked for toph!reader and I completely butcher the request so bad that I deleted it within the hour. Also sorry for the lack of uploads, got off a plane and have been unpacking since, and I start work tommorow but I will try to still upload daily!

Dividers by @/saradika

The muscular man sighs as he hears another crash coming from his daughter's quarters, opening the door, he glances at a vase smashed on the floor.

“Thought I told you to stop breaking things on purpose,” he grumbles, blowing out the smoke from his cigars in a thick cloud

“This is so stupid! I can’t do anything, Dad! The moment im on a boat, I’m so useless! “She screams, slowly sinking down to the ground and sobbing

A heavy sigh of irritation escapes Smoker's lips as he drops to his knees before his daughter, kneeling to the same level as her. A heavy hand touches her shoulder in a reassuring manner. A warm and kind gesture, but his face remains straight.

“And destroying your furniture will fix that; how?”

“Shut up! Shut up, just shut up!”

Smoker lets out another sigh as his cigar puffs out more smoke, and a heavy eyebrow raises at her harsh tone. His face is stern, but a certain tenderness behind his eyes is revealed when he speaks to his daughter

She pushes his shoulder away, but Smoker just grabs her with his other arm again.

"Is that so?" Smoker responds simply. Silence fell after he spoke those words, neither of them saying anything nor moving from their positions.

“I’m sorry…” she mutters

Another gentle sigh escapes his lips as she does this. His rough exterior fades for a moment as he speaks to her. His eyes no longer piercing through her own, now much more warm and kind.

"It okay,” he grunts

“Come with me; I have someone I want you to meet.”

She dries her tears slowly, standing up

“Who is it?”

"Just follow me." He rises back to his feet, the same look in his eyes once more as he holds out his hand for her to take.

He guides her off the boat, where they walk for a while until they reach an office within some Marine headquarters, closing the door behind them once she is inside.

"My, my, what a young beauty she is, Smoker..." Fujitora said kneeling in front of Reader.

“You must be around ten right now aren’t you”, smiling as a small affirmation leaves the girl.

“Last time, you were but a baby." The blind admiral grins, tapping the end of his cane against the ground.

"I am Issho; many people call me Fujitora; however, you may do so too if you so desire.”

“Umm, hi,” she mutters, hiding behind her father’s legs

“She’s just a little timid” Smoker remarks as he turns to Issho, nodding slowly at him.

A small gesture, as always, placing a hand on her daughter's shoulder.

“Why are we here?” she mumbles

The tall man sighs once again and moves closer to his daughter.

He crouches down to her level again and takes hold of her shoulders with both hands.

"Reader, the man standing there, he is a Marine like me. And he is also blind.”

Reader stills at that and turns around towards Fujitora, using her devil fruit to locate him easily

“You’re also blind?”

Issho smiles widely, putting his cane down on the ground as his eyes shine.

"Yes, I am."

The admiral's smile fades as an eyebrow arches. A small hand finds its way into his and is immediately swallowed into his hand like a grain of sand.

"I don't believe I've ever met a child with a devil fruit, let alone a logia type." He chuckles softly

“Mind telling me what you are capable of?

“I...I use it to sense everything around me,to ‘see,’ but I can only do that when im on land; when I go on the ship with Dad, I become useless.”

Smoker's face softens once more as she explains herself to his coworker

"I am sorry to hear you feel useless when you cannot sense anything. However, I can assure you that you are not. It is simply a limitation that you have, but I believe you can overcome it. Do you want to know a secret?" Fujitora asks her

She nods timidly but remembers that the man before her had the same affliction as her

“Y-Yeah”

"You are more than just a devil fruit. No matter what you may lack, you still have feelings, a will of your own, and loved ones. Those things are the most important part of being human. Never forget that, young one. We should meet up later so I can discuss your training a little more in-depth. I promise you that we will find a way to make you feel more confident in yourself. Just don't give up, and never lose sight of the truly important things. I know it’s scary to be truly blind in an already dark world, but I promise you, you will get through this; I will help you.”

She stares at the man before her for a minute, tears starting to fall from her eyes as she sniffles, nodding her head

“Thank you,” she cries hugging him

Smoker smiles as her daughter embraces Fujitora , finally finding a mentor she can relate to

“Thank you,” he grumbles to Fujitora

Fujitora nods his head, his expression remaining stoic despite the kindness and affection being shown towards him

"No need to thank me. If I can do anything at all to help her overcome these struggles, it is my duty as her mentor, after all. I must prepare her to be the very best marine that she can be, even if that means I have to make some special arrangements for her."

“Mentor?”

“Fujitora is gonna teach you how to use and master Kenbunshoku Haki,” Smoker said, blowing smoke from his cigars once again

“…I have not mastered the use of it; it will help you ‘see’ even without your devil fruit, so you will be able to find your way even when you are not on land,” he finishes, taking another puff

She grins, turning around towards her dad and jumping into his arms

“Thank you, Dad! For always helping me and not giving up.”

Smoker remains silent for a moment, as if surprised by his daughter's sudden affection toward him. He then wraps his arms around her and pulls her in tight. It’s the fondness for her was clear, although his usual reserved and aloof demeanor din’t really allow for much overt affection

"You're welcome. Should we head out? I think you’ll have a busy day tomorrow.”

She nods, turning her head back to Fujitora

“Bye-bye Fujitora! I’ll see you tomorrow!”

Funitora nods, smiling at her genuinely way before saying goodbye

"Farewell, little one, you were a pleasure to meet. Rest assured that you are in the best of hands."

This is much better, sorry y’all it was killing me inside that I made such a bad piece to the point of having to delete it and deleting a request by doing so.

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@imaginarydreams

@amethystviolin

[1-800-golbach]

long. day. [Mike Schmidt x Fem!Reader]

You screamed. You screamed your head OFF in the bathroom of your work. You just got done with a 12 hour shift and by the end of the day, there were so many people, so many Karen’s complaining about the food that’s gone wrong or would call you—

the night shift manager, telling you how horrible your employees were and that you needed to fire them. You argued back and forth with this one girl for ten minutes, saying your employer did nothing wrong and did what the girl asked to do. Get her order correct and serve. Your employer did as told, and the only simple thing that went wrong was that the kid forgot the damn freaking sauce. SAUCE.

You groaned, turning on the faucet to cold to splash your face. After a few seconds, your phone dinged on the marble counter. Mike had texted you and you immediately smiled at the screen in front.

Mike❤️:

Hey baby I’m coming over to pick you up

You placed your phone in your back pocket, a smile plastered on your face as you walk out and into the dining crowded area. Your eyes widen as you see your coworkers and managers struggle.

This was a rush dinner that never usually happens, so you slid carefully behind your coworkers to hide you from the people but the one said girl who gave you so much trouble had spot you, and she was talking to another manager yet again. This time, probably about you though. Your manager friend just shooed you away, giving you an apologetic smile.

Walking your way to the back, your phone buzzed in your pocket.

Mike❤️:

Baby, I’m here

You smiled, waving goodbye to your boss as you head your way up to the front. Mike was leaning on one of the walls. You were about to make your way up to him when all of a sudden, the same girl from earlier came by. “Excuse me,” she sassed. Your eyebrows tcked with annoyance, your face twitched.

“I’m sorry, but if you’re here to complain more to me I cannot help you. I’m off of work hours.” You gave her an annoyed smile look. “Uh, not for me you are.” She said. Your eyebrows raised. “Ma’am. I’ve worked for twelve hours today. Please do not push your limit.” You spoke like you had an angry tone, but in reality you were tired and just wanted to go home.

She scoffed, “excuse me? I’ll have you know I—” Mike had cut her off. “She’s. Off. Work. Hours,” you had to hold him back from going any closer to her, cause knowing karens in the business of hours, she’d probably report him and report you to your boss (which your glad your boss wouldn’t believe her anyways).

“Are you working here? No so, stop cutting me off. Your little slu—“ your eyes widened as a coworker, a minor, came over, all you did next was cover her mouth. “If you finish that sentence, I’ll have you banned from this store. Don’t you ever talk dirty here, there are kids underage. We’re here to keep them in a safe happy environment and what you’re doing is the opposite.” Her eyes widened at your movements, she pushed you off and scoffed, walking out the door and to her car.

Your boss was watching from the counter, giving you a thumbs up and a smile. “I’m so sorry about what you almost had to hear J.” You gave him a sympathetic smile. He shrugged, “sorry you have to deal with that b-word.” You chuckled at his response, “well have a nice rest of your shift. I’ll see you tomorrow,” you waved goodbye to your boss and coworkers, Mike doing the same and slowly walking behind you. He knew you were still a bit pissed off with the lady that almost insulted you in front of your coworkers.

As you opened and closed the door to Mikes car, you dropped your shoulders and the look of happiness off of your face. You looked absolutely exhausted. “I’m so sorry you had to deal with her baby,” his hands reached your thigh but all you wanted was no one to touch you at the moment right now. So you grabbed his hand, and placed it on his own thigh. “Long. Day. Let’s just drive home, okay?” You spoke with such softness, your face worn out with the look you gave him.

It was a quiet yet comfortable silence drive back to the house, the two of you walked side by side as Mike held your jacket for you. He opened the door, you thanked him and walked inside. Abby was drawing on the floor with the T.V turned on, one of her favorite cartoons playing. “You’re home!” She rushed over to you but was stopped by Mike, he explained in a soft whisper as she watched you walk past her and into the shared bedroom. She nodded and nodded at the directions Mike gave her, ran off into her room and closed the door.

Mike took off his shoes, walking over to the bedroom you were in. He saw you leaning on the bathroom counter with a defeated sigh. “I love my job, but god sometimes people like her make me want to quit.” You mumble, rubbing your shoulder as you tried to crack your neck. “All I know is you did an amazing job baby,” Mike came from behind you, his arms slowly but hesitantly wrapped around your waist. His head fit perfect as he placed it in between your neck and shoulder. “You did great out there,” he whispered, kissing your cheek and giving you more and more praise.

You smiled lightly as you looked at him through the mirror. “Can you help me take a shower? I’m just too tired to do anything right now.” He nodded. The two of you got undressed, you waited just a bit till the shower got warm then hopped in and Mike followed after you.

He did what was told, he washed your body, your face, and hair. “You were so amazing. You held the front up. All because of you.” Mike praised you once more, giving you a nice soft kiss to the lips. You smiled into it as you closed your eyes, “I love you.” He smiled back, kissing your cheek.

“I love you too.”

A/N:

Guys idk how to feel abt this but I’ve been so exhausted hence the one week break I took, sorry for not posting! But I hope yall like this one. If not, yall can always rq whatever you want to read!

[alex-wrestling]

Trapped in the Grasp of a Memory

Jey Uso/Rhea Ripley/Damian Priest

Summary: All Jey wants is the comfort of his two favorite people

Warnings: past verbal abuse, self esteem issues, two swear words

A/N: do they have a ship name? If not, I’m dubbing them jheamian. I’m projecting big time in this btw. Title is from Trapped in the Grasp of a Memory by Knocked Loose

Jey’s eyes darted between Gunther and Ludwig, breath coming in hot and fast.

“I cannot believe you lost that match, Kaiser!” The Austrian shouted, lips turned upwards in a snarl. “You’re useless! Haven’t I taught you anything?”

Ludwig bowed his head. “I’m sorry, Mein General. I will win the next match.”

“Dummkopf,” Gunther spat, “you never win anything!

All Jey could hear was Roman, yelling at him, berating him for every botch and stutter. He could see tears forming in his eyes. No. Not here!

He sped out of the locker room, wiping his eyes. His days in the Bloodline, it seemed, we’re far from over. Every insult, every screamed word, reminded him of his Tribal Chief.

He found himself in an unused hall. He sneezed a few times because of the dust, his eyes stinging even more than they already were. It was here that he finally let himself cry, leaning against the wall and falling down as he choked on his tears. It was pathetic to get worked up like this, really. They weren’t even yelling at him. Why was he so emotional?

He longed for his partners, but knew they had their own issues. Rhea and Damian had just gotten out of their own situation with their own baggage, it was unfair to add his in with it. They’d react the same as Roman anyway, wouldn’t they? Call him a baby for crying, tell him he was making things up, deny him the physical touch he so desperately craved. Yet, he wanted them. Rhea’s soothing touch, Damian’s deep voice. He wanted them so much. It made him cry harder. He didn’t deserve their affection, their kind words, their weird little gifts. He didn’t deserve them.

“Jey?”

Jey covered his mouth, immediately recognizing the Australian accent. No. She can’t see me like this. She’ll leave.

“Querido?” Not him too! “Where are you?”

Jey curled up in the fetal position, burying his head in his knees. Tears still leaked out of his eyes, instead covering the sweatpants he’d stolen from his boyfriend. I’ll have to give these back.

He heard loud footsteps echoing in the hallway, and felt eyes on his head. “Jey? What happened?”

He shook his head, refusing to speak. He wasn’t sure if he could talk anyway.

He felt fingernails in his scalp, and he leaned in to Rhea’s touch. He sniffled. “I’m-”

He sobbed again. Rhea pulled him into her chest, still stroking his hair as he cried into her.

“Jey? Who hurt you, mi corazón? They’ll never hurt you again, I promise. They’ll never even think about it.”

Jey shook his head again. “‘M sorry,” he mumbled.

Rhea stopped her strokes. “What?”

“Gunther was yellin’ and-”

“País de merde,” Damian mumbled. “I’m going to kill him.”

“He was yelling at Ludwig,” Jey clarified, “not me. Yelling reminds me of when I was with Ro, and…” Jey trailed off, realizing he had revealed too much. Anger, even when it wasn’t directed at him, was a part of life. Rhea and Damian realized that, didn’t they?

“That asshole,” Rhea muttered. Damian hummed in agreement. “Why didn’t you come get us? You know we’d help you.”

“Don’t deserve it,” Jey said. “Shouldn’t be so sensitive.”

“You’re not sensitive, you’re traumatized,” Damian said. “You deserve our help, cariño. Don’t listen to Roman. We’re all equals here.”

“Yeah,” Rhea said. “I know where your head is at, Jey. I’ve had mental health struggles too. You’re not a burden, you don’t deserve to be treated like this. You help us so much, baby, it’s time we return the favor.”

“We have more than enough room for you in our hearts,” Damian added. “No matter what happens with the Bloodline or the Judgement Day, you can always talk to us. We won’t yell at you, we promise.”

Jey finally looked up at his lovers. They looked concerned for him, not angry. He laid his head back on Rhea’s chest, hearing her heartbeat. He was going to savor this moment as long as he could.

[natsuki208]

My Wish - Chapter 3 snippet! 🌠

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“Aaaaahhhh!!”

‘Maaaa!’

The light beamed super fast that the terrified Asha and kid had to quickly duck. Pray for the great timing as it could’ve possibly blown them to pieces.

The princess refuses to pick herself up from the ground unless whatever zoomed towards them is out of sight, but even with the distant thud from its direction, she cannot steady her breathing just yet. Somebody else is having trouble breathing too - as her grip is growing too tight around the struggling Valentino.

He bleats once again as a warning, she notices and apologises quietly.

“Oh! I’m really sorry.”

Whilst the poor goat catches back some air, Asha picks up tiny, twinkling noises echoing from the woods behind her. She finds herself turning around, her curiosity growing inch by inch, and she can swear that something is sparkling in a nearby bush. Valentino hears this too with his bigger hearing, he looks up at the cautious princess and she does the same at him. Whatever it is, it’s not ordinary.

At a moderate speed, they jog through the open space between the trees, with Valentino staying behind Asha’s legs as much as he can. The sparkling twinkles gradually get louder as they continue to reach closer; that’s when they both spot a luminous yet faint glow.

Asha thinks to herself that it might not be very harmful, until suddenly the bush rustles, accompanied by soft, steady breathing. This put some fear back into Asha’s mind, scouting around for some nearby object to defend herself with. She picks up a fallen tree branch from the grass and creeps up onto the thing slowly - poor timid Valentino observes from afar.

Her steps get more active as she’s much closer to the bush, her grip tightens on the stick and both curiosity and fear reflect in her eyes. She reaches out a hand to ruffle some leaves out of the way, but then the unexpected happens…

She witnesses an open eye.

She wants to yell, or even scream, but her noble instincts causes her to cover her mouth instead. The luminous creature struggles to break free from its prickly net, like an animal caught in a trap, and Asha secretly wants to help it out. Before she can decide to do so, it seems to have already break free itself. Here is when Asha realises that this thing doesn’t look like an animal at all.

With a much more clearer image, this creature is covered in that bright glow; from its short, spiky blonde hair to its neck and to its hands. Its eyes are gleaming like candle lights, it wears a navy blue coat with little gold constellations printed all over it, it’s connected to a cape with more gold light underneath, not to mention the tunic and navy boots to complete it. With the light dimming down, it now appears human. A male human.

The intrigued princess has no words; only to gaze into those glimmering eyes. As they made contact her guard gets lowered as she droops her arm down and drops the branch in it.

No thoughts on how this boy came to be or what he actually is for the moment, only the fact that her curiosity is even bigger than it was before.

He equally feels the same as her.

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Happy birthday to @rascalentertainments! I’m very sorry that it isn’t fanart like I promised, it’s because I completely forgot. I hope you like this mini preview anyway. 🎉

[tiny-sassy-aggressive]

I am living blogging my reaction to the second watch through of WDAPTEO 4 bc the first run through was so much

00:00- I screamed when I saw the notif. I was alone in the car. Just pulled up to my apt looked at my phone and screamed “ no way “ I still can’t believe we got it

00:01- hi, they are SO BEAUTIFUL I’m squealing. I cannot stop staring it’s embarassing

00:27 what’s going on here? “Nothing” my heart. The smiles

00:50 oh I am LOVING the feature wall. And fish tank reveal project??

01:00 how dare they throw THAT japhan photo up there like it’s just some example. Who the hell do they think they are- also I want that doomed hoodie :( he is snug as a bug in a rug

01:50 terror not even 2 minute in and crack

02:03 I’m sorry Dan asking Phil about TikTok stuff is precious

02:13(What is cba)

02:39 I CACKLED. Phil’s sarcastic ass omg

02:44 dans little pat

02:58 phivorce

03:05 I know the ft, they are friends of course. But seeing the messages really warms my heart. Like it’s so normal why am I emotional

03:52 of course Phil sends millions of memes

04:10 how in the fuck did Phil catch his phone what??? Ft dans face during the whole interaction.

Ad time —— 04:25. Im sorry Dan looks fucking amazing, his hair is so curled and pretty? And he looks so comfy cozy and soft??? My Dannie side is really coming out rn

04:59 handsome devil, damn straight. Love this man he’s too precious for this world

05:23 🍑

05:55 are the Brits okay??? Bone daddies?? I’m too American for this

06:30 perfectly encapsulated Dan and Phil energy

06:35 Dan saying dude scratches a weird itch in my brain

06:55 again! Totally normal to call a friend in a taxi. But this moment makes them so real in my mind like yes. Call that friend. In that taxi. Make it less awkward. Why did I like this moment so much

07:05 A PRETEND CONVO OF COURSE HE WOULD. He’s so real for that

07:34 “these are very dan and Phil”

07:42 I’m in pain. Koala content and ouch I can’t even put into words

08:44 three days without a text sounds exaggerated. Or lie. Like cmon. All those messages and convos and yall went 3 days without a word?? Sounds fake

08:58 asking what he should do for his nails!!? Again totally normal but UGH I love their friendship

09:01 also Phil coming in with a STELLAR idea, hope to see it happen

09:11 Phil’s a little shit OMG he hated the nails Dan got.

09:38: dans precious little selfies

09:44 also who tf is that that does not look like Dan

09:52 wtf do you mean that they had the same weird Swedish bakery???? 10 years apart???? WHAT THE HELL??????

10:35 fuckin nerds ft cute ft selfie

10:52 Dan in Phil’s glasses hi what the fuck? Precious. Phil loves to take photos of Dan sleeping.

11:02 jump. Scare.

11:28 PHIL CALLED HIS MOM. NURSE LESTER.

12:11 Dan stalking the ring doorbell is not something I expected?

12:20 glad to know Phil and I share that we can’t hear someone saw our name bc it’s too intimate

13:16 ordering a roast dinner is so cute idk why

13:35 jump. Scare.

14:26 I hate them :( i so long for what they have

15:04 they didn’t see death note the musical!! Haters!!!!

15:20 HOT

16:00 Phil papping Dan>>>>>>

16:20 I rewatched this part so many times. Thsi entire sequence. This whole. Dare i say SCENE. Disgustingly familiar. Disgustingly cute. I- karaoke game???? What??? It was for them

17:06 omatone :(

18:22 hot? Worrying? Hmm???

18:45 Phil is so dramatic I love him

19:01 genre to dinner? I don’t get them

19:10 DAAAAAN AHHHHH

19:20 SCRIPTS AH???????3@2/9/@/9@22929 more writer Dan

20:17 this is so familiar

20:50 this has “would you still love me if I was a worm” energy? Can’t explain

22:53 “we dan and phil-ed it” we have to steal that! Asap’

23:24 when Dan sits up he is soooo much taller than Phil but he constantly slumps down and looks up to Phil. It’s very cute to watch.

24:30 oh they are fully embracing the joint channel and slowly moving away from gaming and honestly. I’m alright with it. They look so happy

Guys this was too much. So I just started reading fanfic and these conversations were right out of what I’ve been reading which is very odd tbh? But we were fed. This was amazing content and I can’t wait to see what the writers do with this. Cheers

[sleeellyus]

<I’m back, WITH ANOTHER ANOTHER ANOTHER VISUAL NOVELS THAT I JUST FOUND ON ITCH.IO!! Well, yes I will be writing stuffs about them as well.>

Project Blue.

Asher x Reader

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After you guys presentation being an absolute successful, you give him a big hug when the both of you got out of the classroom. Asher just chuckles how cute you’re being yourself right in front of him and he just being really pretty and handsome in front of you…gosh you could stare at him all day long, buuttt cannot get late for the date as well - you thought.

— Oui, Let’s head back to my house…I still want to watch a LOT of horror movies with youu.

— Yeah I bet you do number 2, can wait for you to jumped on my lap when you scream out loud lol~

— Whaa- don’t called me by that nickname…you know I will call you by that nickname once again.

— No you won’t…would you?…

— nnnNUMBER O-

— FINE FINE I YIELD.

— Yeah you should be, mwehehehhehehehe.

He stares at you for a good few minutes and left out a soft chuckles, his hand placing on your other cheek as he bend down to kiss your cheek gently while smiling brightly at the sight of your cheek turning into a great red tomato. Feeling slightly clingy, you nuzzled your cheek against his palm and…give it a gentle bite. Asher left out a confused chuckles while looking at you biting his palm, it doesn’t seem like he’s feeling discomfort of this…new love language that he’s experience with?

— Ow- what was that for??

— nomnomnom, just a way of mine to show you that I love you~

You said with a wink which make him blush intensely, then left out a sigh and rolled his eyes.

— You’re so annoying, but you are lucky that you’re cute.

Then he pulled you into a tight hug, letting his fingers running through your hair…the feeling is very warm and comfy, you don’t want to get out if this any sooner. But the both of you have a date to start with so…

— C’mon now Ash, let’s head to my house?

— Yes ma’am, as you wish.

Suddenly, you get on your tip toes and give him a peck on his cheek, that just make his heart feel flutter inside.

— Congratulations again about your film internship!

— Aw…thanks my dear…

With you arms wrapped around his left arm, the both of you begin to exit the building while chatting about the presentation that the both of you just finished happily. On the way to your house, the both of you guys stopped at the convenience store to buy some snacks for the movies datee, energy drinks, Soju, chips, Pocky…stuffs like that! And he just happily begins to telling you about the movie that he’s going to pick when it comes to his turns, you just nodding and smiling at him while listening to his words.

— I-I’m sorry, did I ramble again?…

— No no, keep going Ash, I would love to hear all of that.

Your words make him smile, he nodded and begin to talks about the movie once again that he’s sure will make you jumped or heck…even scream which makes you feel excited and scared at the same time.

<NOT THE END YET! BECAUSE I AM SIMPING OVER THIS MAN.>

[sleepysnk]

a/n: this is gonna be a long note, but i cannot express how thankful i am for all of the support i’ve received on the beach over the past year. the countless comments, likes, kudos, etc have meant the world to me. whether you’ve been reading since the start or just began, your support has been acknowledged. thank you all for everything and i hope you guys enjoy this chapter and the end of reader and obito’s story :).

pairings: obito uchiha x fem!reader

warnings: modern au, fluff, some brief angst, mentions of past relationships, very very bittersweet end.

The Beach: The Finale (Thirty Five)

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“Obito?”

The man who was standing just a few feet down below you had turned around quite quickly when you said his name. How could he forget the sound of your voice? He yearned to hear it ever since he stopped engaging with you all that time ago. 

His heart practically halted inside his chest when he saw you standing there behind him. He thought for a brief moment that he was dreaming. He hoped that when he blinked you didn’t disappear before him, and much to his surprise, you didn’t. You were there with this emotional facial expression that made his chest feel heavy. You looked so hurt, but at the same time you seemed as if you craved his comfort more than anything else. He felt the same exact way about you. All he wanted was for you to be by his side again. He didn’t care what it took for you to forgive him. He would gladly do anything you asked without any second thought. Obito needed you and he didn’t know what else he would do if you left him.

“(Y/N)..”

You walked down the steps that led to the sandy parts of the beach. The tide beside you filled your ears, reminding you of when you both came here for the first time. It was so beautiful. You don’t know why you ever stopped coming there. 

You stood in front of Obito with a racing heart. He seemed still stunned at the sight of you being there. You honestly knew he would be here. You vaguely recalled the time he told you he often came to the beach to just sit and think, or if he was having a hard time he would come and stare at the infinite waters to clear his head. It seemed almost fitting that you were here with him. “Obito.. I..” you started, but you didn’t know how to finish your words. What was the right thing to say? There was so much you wanted to scream out and tell him. “I’m sorry.”

Obito’s eyes grew wide at those words. He didn’t feel as if it was right for you to apologize to him. Sure, you said things, really really bad things, but you were in pain. You were hurt by everything that he had done. Your reactions were valid, and the last thing he wanted was for you to feel guilty. “No, don’t apologize. I’m the one who’s sorry, (Y/N). I shouldn’t have done what I did..” he looked down at the sand beneath his feet for a brief moment. “You didn’t deserve what I said or did to you at all. I’m so sorry.. and if you can’t forgive me that’s okay. I don’t deserve someone like you in my life for what I’ve done.”

You knew he was being sincere with his words. You had learned every little thing about Obito and his body language to know that he wasn’t lying to you. It hurt you, a lot. Everything that had happened made you see him differently, but you still wanted him. All you desired was him at the end of the day. You wanted him to know that. He deserved that at least. “Obito, I forgive you already. I knew I did when you came to me the other day..” you looked into his eyes when speaking. “I.. I love you.”

Obito stood there for a few seconds in complete and utter disbelief. Those words.. those words he had been dying to say to you for the past few months finally came out, but they were from your lips. He didn’t know what to think. There were so many emotions going through him at that very moment that it took him a second to process what you had just said fully. You loved him? Even after what he had done and said about you? It had to be a lie. How could you want to be in love with someone like him? It sounded unlike you to say such things to him. You were always so honest and blunt, but this was the one time he had a hard time believing you. 

He placed his larger hands onto your shoulders, leaning down to make eye contact with you. This was the first time you had felt his touch in the past few weeks. It was so familiar to you. Having his skin making contact with yours made almost every memory come back to you. “(Y/N).. you don’t have to lie to make me feel better. I don’t deserve someone as amazing as you are, so don’t think you have to submit to me for it to be okay.” he looked at you with seriousness in his facial expression. “I don’t want to call you a liar, ever, but I don’t want you forcing yourself to do such a thing.” 

You understood where he was coming from completely. It sounded unlike you, but after that conversation with your mom, you knew you loved Obito. He was everything you ever wanted in a man and he treated you better than someone like Itachi would. Sure, what happened was fucked up and both of you were impacted, but you wanted to look past that and move on. “Obito.. I’d never lie to you and I’m not forcing myself to say this. You’re the only guy who’s treated me like a human being, and you’ve been supportive since we met.” you looked up at him. “There’s nobody else I want in this world, except you, Obito. I love you and you deserve me in your life.. I can say that with honesty.”

Instead of saying anything else, he pulled you in for a hug. A big hug that you both desperately needed. The smell of his cologne made your heart beat with ease and there was this happiness that was overtaking you while he held you in his embrace. This was what you needed, no, what you both needed. 

Obito’s chin rested atop your head. He stared out at the waves that crept up onto the shore. He couldn’t believe this was going to happen. He feared that if he let go of you that’d you somehow disappear, and that was the last thing he wanted. “I love you.. (Y/N).” he said, caressing the back of your head. “I want you to be mine.. forever.” 

You lifted your eyes to stare upwards at him. He seemed so content and happy with what you had said. It’s almost like that storm cloud that was above his head had disappeared and turned into sunshine with a rainbow. You felt the same exact way. Everything that had been making you sad or plaguing your heart had dissipated within that moment. “I want you to be mine too, Obito.” you then pressed your lips onto his cheek, making a smile return to his features.

All he needed was you. It didn’t matter what universe or what life he entered. None of it was complete unless you had each other. 

So, as you both stood at that spot with one another. You both realized how much your love had bloomed. Neither of you could have imagined this is how your story would have came to be, but there was one thing you both felt in that very moment.

Complete.

[la-gotica-fantasma]

not on my watch

where - the balcony where newt told thomas about his diagnosis

characters - newt x gn!reader

word count - 563 (once again so short im so so sorry)

summary - you confide in newt about your worry and he confesses his secret; the flare.

warnings - mentions of death, denial of said death, implied yelling (the reader doing the yelling), profanity, + this is kinda ass

authors notes - lol, and uh yeah this isnt good but i needed to write away. btw in my universe i’ve got made: newt doesnt die :P but obviously the characters here didnt know that so, and y/g stands for your gender :P

The view of the fallen city around you, your hair dancing in the wind as Newt rests his head on your shoulder. You didn’t think before you got what was on your mind off of it.

“Newt,” Your words were quiet.

“Hm love?” His words not so much.

“I know right now everything’s okay, but I’m scared. I’m scared it won’t be okay. You’ve been acting different recently, out of line for you. That doesn't meaning I love you any different of course,” You looked down at him.

His attention unwavering from the scene around you, almost as if he was pretending he didn’t hear.

“Maybe I’ve just-“ He rushed before he slowed his words, “Changed a little, you can't really blame me could you? You’ve changed too y’know.”

You look away from him and back at the scenery ahead.

“I dunno, I get why you're on edge but I’m just scared. It’s probably irrational and I’ve just been overwhelming myself for no good reason but-“ You're almost immediately cut off by him lifting his head from your shoulder. “You aren’t, [name]. I- I’ve got the flare.” The words fall from his lips almost unnaturally, your world feels like its crumbling around you as you process, the blood from your face feels nonexistent.

How could the world be so cruel?

You go to open your mouth but words don’t come out, Newt acted on it as if he knew what you wanted to say. “I didn’t want to tell you this early, love. I wanted to give you a few calm moments with me before I left, before I’m gone.”

Nononono this cannot be happening.

You wanted to cry, to scream, to make this place where you sit into your own personalized rage room. But you were glued in place.

Newt always had a way of reading your mind, you two practically had the same mind anyway.

“For what it’s worth-” He breathed.

This time you were the one to cut him off. Malice on your tongue as the words rolled off of it, “No. Newt, it’s not 'worth' anything. It will never be worth anything for you to be gone. I always said your selflessness would be the death of you and me.”

And now it might be.

The rage building up from what feels like betrayal at the moment, sugarcoating what you needed to get off your chest was not on your list of priorities.

“Did you think? Do you think? Have you ever?" You seethed, cocking your head to the side to scan him. "You know I’d give anything to be with you, you know I’d DO anything. You know I fucking love you. But you’re being all reckless! Your act of ‘love’ has me fucking flabbergasted, Newt. Death doesn’t happen to you, it just happens to everyone around you." Tears rushed down your blemished face like firetrucks to a burning building. "We could have gotten the cure, we could have cured you like Brenda!" You began to panic even further, "I just don’t understand. I don’t, I just don’t. Why’d it have to be you?! I’d take it in a heartbeat and never look back.”

Your words; although soothing to you, were stabs in the chest to him.

His arms wrap around you to comfort you, it only made you sob harder.

He would be gone soon, wouldn't he? Only the faded memories of this time and times before to have left of him, before those are gone too.

You grab onto his shirt, a Gods might in your grip, as if if you let him go, he’d go too, and maybe that wasn’t a stretch of the truth.

“You’re not,” You pause, searching for the words, searching for words that could act as a spell to keep him from any more harm, “You’re not dying Newt. I’m not letting you.” Your harsh spoken words left floating in the air as Newt holds you tighter into him.

“Love, there’s no promise of that.” He whispered, but you weren’t having it.

“No, Newt, I am not letting another friend die, I am not letting you die. Not here, not now, not anytime soon. You won’t fucking die.” You spat before sighing deeply as you look up at him.

“I fucking love you, you damned idiot.” You let out.

“I love you too, you bloody stubborn shank.” He replied, a sad smile on his lips.

[snowonebutyou]

it’s in the air we’re breathing (can you taste the freedom?)

summary: when clint barton chooses to save natasha’s life instead of taking it, he ends up saving two more people as well.

notes: idk why i keep writing massive aus like that. this one i can literally blame @belovas-vest because they started it!! and it’s their fault this story won’t leave me alone and now i have outlined 17 fucking chapters for this.

but it’s a good one guys, i promise. if you choose to tag along for the ride, which i hope you do, i promise to take you on the same healing journey i plan on taking our girls. enjoy!

title’s from shania twain’s swingin’ with my eyes closed

chapter 1: new beginnings   

words: 4,071

Rating: teen and up audiences

Everything happens so fast.

Wanda can’t even remember what they are doing before they hear gunshots fired and run, thinking Hydra has finally caught up to them, only to find themselves in the middle of a fight. And then Pietro takes a hit because Wanda fails to protect him. She must have screamed because, out of nowhere, a man holding a bow with a quiver full of arrows shows up, kneeling beside them.

“I can help.”

Wanda shouldn’t trust him. She shouldn’t— doesn’t trust anyone besides Pietro, but Pietro is lying on the ground, bleeding profusely and breathing raggedly, and Wanda doesn’t know what to do. All she can think about is that she is losing the only family she has left. And she can’t go through that, not again. She won’t survive.

So she accepts the offer.

She boards a jet with her brother, the man who nearly killed him, and the woman he had been trying to kill, but ends up saving for some reason. It looks like he doesn’t understand his assignment very well, but she doesn’t care. She doesn’t care about anything but her brother’s safety.

She needs him to be okay.

“I’m sorry,” the man—Clint, he introduces himself after he offers to help, keeps whispering, looking sorrowfully at Pietro’s prone form.

They got caught in the crossfire between him and the woman, and her powers weren’t enough to protect them. She tries so hard to hate Clint and blame him for their current predicament, but the truth is that she has no one to blame but herself. Every single fucked up thing they have gone through has been her fault.

“He is all I have,” Wanda murmurs, fingers interlaced firmly against his to make sure he is still there, still warm, still breathing. “I cannot lose him.”

“You won’t,” Clint promises, but Wanda has been on the receiving end of too many empty promises to believe him.

READ MORE ON AO3 //  ko-fi

[delta-pavonis]

July Kinkfest Days 12, 13, and 14

The Sandman (human A/B/O AU) || Dreamling (Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling) || Rated E || 5.6k words

Prompts: Voyeurism | Pillow Princess | “I know you like it rough but I'm not going to damage you.” | Weapons Kink | Aggressive Omega | “Show me how you like to touch yourself.” | Breeding Kink | Confession | “I want to dress you up.” (The crossed out prompts will be in a later chapter of this insanity.)

Warnings (in addition to the prompts above): (check the AO3 tags)

Author's Notes: This is in the same AU as this kinkfest fill. It explores how alpha Hob and omega Dream got together.

Excerpt below. Read all of Chapter 1 on AO3.

“Hello, gorgeous. Heard you begging to be fucked… any chance I can take you up on that offer?”

Morpheus is consumed by gently inquiring brown eyes. The entire party fades into the background as warmth suffuses through his body. Even the ropes that have him suspended from the ceiling feel like tender caresses when he is looking into those brown eyes. 

This is an alpha, of that Morpheus has no doubt. He cannot scent him, not with the smell of sweat and semen and lube and blood all around him here on this stage, but he knows, in the way that he knows that he has lungs and a heart – it resonates within him.

“Yes.” He whispers, as if he speaks any louder the man in front of him will prove himself a dream. 

His smile is a dawn, something bright and new. “Good. Can I touch you?”

“If you can fuck me without touching me I will be really impressed.” A laugh, warm and rolling and so real. Morpheus can’t help but smirk. “Yes, you can touch me.”

He expects a fist in his hair, or a tug on the ropes. Instead, calloused fingers run over Morpheus’ lips, his cheekbone. “Gorgeous and smart.��� Fingertips tilt his chin up. “Oh, I am taking you back to a room. I want this all to myself.”

Morpheus thrills at the possessiveness, wants to moan Yes, please, and take those fingers into his mouth. Instead, he pouts and whines. “But I like an audience.”

The alpha leans forward to whisper in his ear. “Liar.” His voice is heavy enough to cause the omega to shudder in his bonds. “Everyone already knows you are a needy little whore.” A gasp catches in Morpheus’ throat. “But if I take you away, just you and me? Then they all will know you are my needy little whore. And that’s what you really want, isn’t it?”

Fuck. Morpheus can feel himself getting wet at that, he might even be dripping onto the floor. Christ. “Yes. I want that.” He tilts his head in to subtly nuzzle at the other man’s jaw. “Sir.”

The alpha growls in pleasure and Morpheus does moan out loud then, can’t help himself, every instinct in him screaming that he should prostrate himself at the feet of this stranger. Then, in a rush of displaced air, the other man is gone. 

Luckily, he is speaking before Morpheus can cry out looking for him. “Drop him, gently now. I’m taking over this one.” There is an audible chorus of disappointed sounds from people around them, more than Morpheus thought were there, at least before this man showed up. “Jess, get my usual room ready, would you, love?” The clip-clacking sound of high heels fades into the distance. Who is this guy?

“Hey now, I had him first.” That’s the voice of the guy who was flogging him, who tied him up, who put this collar on him. Great hand at shibari, less at the domming. 

An aggressive snarl permeates the air again and Morpheus hears himself whine. There is the faintest rustle of fabric and then murmurs from the crowd. 

There is a tack-thud of the flogger hitting the polished floorboards. “S-s-sorry, Mr. Gadling, uh, Sir. Yeah. I. Ah. Have to. Leave.” 

Morpheus can barely hear the thud-thud-thud of boots running away over the rush of blood in his ears. Gadling. Robert Gadling. The Knight. Consigliere of the Cortesi Family. 

Fuck. This man is here to kill him. Pull him into a private room and either ransom him in pieces to his father or just murder him outright to send a message to the Endless. 

Well, joke's on him because Khronos couldn't give two shits about what happens to his pathetic omega son. Gadling is going to send Morpheus' ear by courier and Khronos will send the poor messenger back with a wad of cash and a request to finish the job. Oh, and a note: please return that ruby necklace, it is a family heirloom. 

The next few minutes pass in a blur as Morpheus is untied and his limbs rubbed back to normal function. Gadling does it all himself, with careful deliberation that, in any other circumstance, would make Morpheus' knees weak. 

"Hey, darling, what's wrong?" A silken robe has been draped over Morpheus' shoulders and Gadling is holding him up by the biceps. "I don't take unwilling partners, so if you have changed your mind, I won’t take offense…"

"Cut the act." Morpheus whispers, monotone, keeping this between them as he threads his arms into the robe. "I know you are here for me. So what is it going to be? Ransom or just plain murder?" His voice is probably more bladed than it needs to be, but he is also furious with himself for not catching it sooner. Epthumia is right, Morpheus is fucking useless.

Gadling looks genuinely confused. "I am sorry, what? Am I supposed to know you? Like, outside of my wildest fantasies?" 

Morpheus tamps down the amused snort that wants to come out – now is not the time to be charmed – crosses his arms over his chest and stares at the man in front of him. He finds nothing but warmth and sincerity. With narrowed eyes he turns slightly and lets the robe drop to reveal the bump of the top of his spine. There, in only about an inch square, is an hourglass with a frame shaped like a Mobius strip. 

What Morpheus doesn't expect is to be grabbed by the wrist and dragged down a hallway, up a flight of stairs, down another hallway he didn't even know existed in this building, and into a luxuriously appointed private room. The door slams, making Morpheus flinch, and he hears the deadbolt lock into place.

"You are one of Khronos’ kids, aren’t you?" Gadling spins him around so they are facing each other, hands on Morpheus' upper arms again. “If you know me, then you know I know Death and Destiny, just by virtue of our positions in our respective organizations. I know that he has more children.”

"Morpheus is what my father named me." He keeps his gaze as even as his tone.

He can see Gadling doing the math. Khronos has a hard-on for Ancient Greece, thinks it the pinnacle of human civilization, so it pays for anyone who interacts with him to know a bit about it too, even his enemies. So deep is his adoration that each of his children has a name right out of some Ancient Greek dictionary, then a nickname to go with it that matches the meaning of the Greek word. The latter is because their mother realized that no one could pronounce any of the given names and she was going to be spending the rest of her natural-born life correcting people when she could actually be drinking more wine. She was the one who came up with the cute alliteration scheme. The biggest rub is that Morpheus had it on good authority that Khronos had named himself, that his whole story of their hereditary line was bullshit, and that the name on that motherfucker’s birth certificate is Tim.

“Okay, you got me. I can’t come up with a word that starts with D-E that means sleep. So what’s your…” Morpheus just keeps staring while Gadling trails off. “You don’t have one. Holy shit, he does have an omega son he is hiding.”

He rolls his eyes. “Hiding is a strong word. More like a lie of omission.” Gadling just blinks at him, some unnamable emotion flittering across those beautiful eyes. “Now are you going to fuck me or what?”