#its just beautiful the screaming and the panicking the trying to act but held back trying to tell the others

[nerdie-faerie]

Episodes where they're separated without visuals so they can only communicate the danger over comms are always so fun

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All For Us

Day 16 of celebration marathon

Luke Castellan x Apollo!reader

-♡ ask: this might be a lil confusing idk but can u write something where it's the scene that luke's scorpion thing stings percy and like luke is trynna convince reader to come with him

-♡ words: 700

-♡ good thing I read the book- and posting this 20 minutes early

-♡ warnings: short, angst, betrayal, percy literally dying, book spoilers? Idk if they still counts here

maybe you should have paid more attention.

there were times were you saw the look in his eyes while he talked about the gods to the younger kids. you knew him, you could hear the venom in his voice when he tried to hide it. you also knew how his cheek creased when he smiled, how his eyes looked with tears stinging them, how his face tightened when he was mad. after all that you may have not knew him like you thought you did.

he had taken percy alone at his celebration and you wanted to join them so you looked for them. never did you think you’d hear what you did, see what you saw.

“luke?” you whisper and step out from the tree you hide behind. both pair of eyes turn to you, one with surprise and widen, the other panicking and scared. the scorpion was crawling up percy’s leg and you tried to not spook them.

“what are you doing here?” just a few seconds ago luke was smirking but now his face fell. how could he be so cruel and acted worried?

“let percy go, he’s just a child.” your feet slowly moved forward while your hands stayed in front of you. “I understand, you know I do— but this isn’t the way to get back at the gods.”

“and what is? should we sing a song?” his growl set shivers through you spine. he’s never snapped at you like that. his eyes never looked at you like that. you take a deep breath and glance down at percy as he tries to stay still.

“kronos? luke really?”

“I have to do this, like you said— you know. come with me and I promise it will be better then what it’s like now.” you try and move back when he walks towards you with his eyes going back to love. even know he was just as beautiful, he was yours.

“I can teach you. we can command a army together, can’t you see I’m doing this for us? our future can be better then what they promise us. stick by my side.”

once he is in front of you his hands reaches up to your cheek. it’s so hard to not pull away from his touch. “you know I’d never lie to you.” tears pooled in your eyes as you look along the face you knew. the scar along his cheek, the smile he tried to give you, but the guilt and sadness was new.

“I love you,” you lean in to press a kiss to his lips which he was glad to expect. you pull away and pain captures your heart and makes it ache. “but I will never turn my back on camp.” you push him away and reach for your own weapon, tears now spilling from your eyes.

luke stands there with a sour look and his chest falls heavily. the look you both shared was twisting the fate you once shared, lovers no more.

you turn when percy groans and moves. the scorpion laid sliced by his side but his hand injured by its bite. you rush to him, you look up at luke with anger. “you’re a monster.”

“you loved that about me once, just because it’s towards him now shouldn’t change anything. goodbye, my love.”

his sword spilt open a portal and he hopped into it without saying anything else. you cried and forced yourself to pay attention to percy for now. his life need to keep you going. so you dragged him to the creek as he still held some strength to move with you. you hoped it would heal but the water did nothing to him so you screamed for help.

in the end chiron come and took him from you. you sat in the creek and let the water flow around you and soak your clothes as you sobbed. was it in anger? was it sadness? you had no idea what you felt in that moment. in times like these he would wrap his arms around you and tell you everything was going to be okay, that he would never let anything happen to you.

what were you supposed to do with him gone.

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[katsukikitten]

In which Shoto is an asshole Oni and I am the author that wrote the majority of this fic tipsy, you’re welcome! Bnharemcollab masterlist found here

Warnings: Non con bruv. Claws horns? He's an oni bud

"And they say he's been stealing the hearts of beautiful women for centuries. So don't go talking to any ole handsome man that steps over a threshold." The tour guide adds to the end of her ridiculous story about some Demon King that drags women to hell before she leads the group onto the next painting.

Still there was something captivating about the art work, how the man has his back to the viewer and how women bow to him, foreheads pressed into the tatami mats with their own bleeding hearts held high over their heads. Blood drips from their hands, splattering on the mats like rain or tear drops. The man, who is assumed to be the Oni, is looking over his shoulder, hand reaching out for the nearest offering. Both figures are forever suspended in brush strokes and desire for more. The closer you inspect the other worldly looking figure the more your gut tightens. His elaborate kimono hangs loosely from his body but you can still see the broadness of his shoulders, the thick bands of muscle on his forearms, the apparition of elongated nails when you look closer and finally the faint strokes atop of his two toned hair that are in the shape of sharp horns.

A God among men or maybe you should say a Devil among friends. A sigh escapes you as you admire the work before the tour guide announces the title, artist and time period of the next piece. “Wrath of the Mountain God.” A large man, with long hair so deep in hue you first mistake it for black, stands in a Kimono. His chest on display as he stands giving the view his profile, his eyes glow red in the light of the full moon, in his arms seems to be a maiden, a flower crown falling from her hair. It looks as if his strong form had just taken a step, beneath his foot begins a nasty fissure that gapes the Earth for miles and miles. The painting feels charged and emotions practically drip from the ink painting and yet still your eyes flicker to the painting to it’s right. At this angle you can see a faint shimmer in his smoky quartz colored eye. It sends a shiver down your spine as you feel a faint breath on the nape of your neck. Quickly you turn your head, craning your neck to look over your shoulder but no one stands behind you. Just another painting, “Golden God of Destruction.” Red gaze glowering as his hair drips gold, while he walks over the hellish landscape of cooling and erupting lava. You swallow thickly before following the tour guide onto the next section.

The tour lasts another half an hour but your mind lingers on the shimmering eyes of the dangerous entity. The more you think of him the bigger the sinking feeling in your gut becomes, not to mention the more you feel as if something is stalking your every move. Another quick glance over your shoulder as you exit the museum while you ponder over why this particular Oni was handsome when all of the other artworks featuring a yokai or oni were depicted as ugly, grotesque even.

Maybe it was because he was the King? You couldn’t be sure, all you knew is that you could understand why the women would rip out their hearts and offer them up to him. He was hot as hell, no pun intended.

Suddenly the fall air smells of frost and the threat of snow, you wrinkle your nose before you jump out of your skin. .

"So you liked the "Oni King, stealer of heart’s'' piece best?" A smooth voice calls from behind you, you press your hand over your rapidly beating heart as you try to catch your breath. Startled, you turn around to see a handsome man opening the gate, stepping over the grass line onto the sidewalk. Instantly you feel heat rush you as a cool autumn breeze swirls around fallen leaves around your boots.

"How did you…"

"I come here often and no one has ever stopped and looked at that piece as long as you have." He seems stoic and you can just barely see the corner of his mouth lift up. You take a moment to really drink him in, his tall stature, his hair a shocking white with contrasting red and a scar that sits beautifully over one of his gem stone eyes. One a smoky quartz and the other a bright turquoise.

You swallow thickly as you stare at the other worldly man, finding little to no words as your heart beats into your ribcage. You grip at the fabric of your jacket over your heart, it pounds against your rib cage like a fluttering wild bird.

"Where are my manners? I am Todoroki Shoto. But you can call me Shoto." Again he offers his barely there smile, "And you are?"

It's laughable how you stumble over your own name, you have never had issues talking to attractive people before, what the hell was your problem now.

“It sounds lovely.” He says your name, it rolls off of his tongue like music makes you swallow thickly, your knees threatening to buckle and you can’t understand why you’re acting like a love struck teenager again. There is a contrasting air about him, just like his hair. Passion and reservation, raging power and quiet tranquility, and the feel of it is making you dizzy. Tipsy almost, drunk if you linger here too long. Just as you’re about to express how you’ll be late for dinner he smiles at you.

Fully this time.

And you think your heart was going to claw out of its calcium coffin but it stalls when you notice that it doesn’t fully reach his eyes.

“Well since you have a good appreciation of art, would you care to join me in the garden, the Chrysanthemum are in full bloom this time of year.” You swallow as you look at him, a twinge of fear lingering in your blood that is soon lost as he steps over the threshold of the garden, waiting patiently.

“Uh, yea I think I can spare some time.” You smile nervously, he offers out his hand.

“Be careful, the step down can be quite steep.” A genuine small form on your lips now as you remember the first time you set foot into this garden and almost twisted your ankle. You step over the threshold, blinking against the late afternoon sun as you do.

Except when you open your eyes once more, you are no longer in the garden. There are no shrubs and bushes, no cinderblock wall of the old museum, something more sinister stands in its place. The sky is an inky black, the full moon hangs overhead shining down onto a small village that thickens the closer it gets towards a large feudal era looking castle. Fading sunlight filter behind you as you whip your head behind you. A giant Torri stands where the aging fence and garden gate stood before, a hazy image of an autumn afternoon in the shape of the gate rapidly begins to shrink. Panicked you lunge arm outstretched as if catching a full elevator as you’re running behind for a very important meeting.

If only your paralyzing panic was over something so trivial.

A strong set of arms wrap around your waist, pulling you towards a chiseled chest as hot breath whispers cooly in your ear.

“I wouldn’t do that if you want to keep all of your limbs, love.”

Shaking you glance over your shoulder before you watch the portal to home close up.

Just like that the landscape that could be seen through the gate was endless night and rolling hills dotted with homes here and there. When you turn to face your captor his eyes narrow as he studies you. His gem stone eyes glittering in the rich moonlight, following your hands up to your chest. He stills as he listens and while he looks you notice the horns growing from his head. Thin and shaped into a deadly point. He tilts his head as if you are bewitching before he leans closer, capturing your hair between his fingers. Now that you were in the moonlight, in the realm he ruled, you looked...familiar and the feeling made his chest tighten.

“How does your heart feel?” He asks, eyes anywhere but yours. You try to jerk out of his touch but his warm hand wraps around your bicep keeping you well within arms reach.

“My heart?! What does that have to do with me standing in HELL!” You scream and it echoes across the chilled landscape. Some women in kimono pass by, keeping their eyes turned down as they pass but once they are a few steps behind this brute’s back, they send you withering glares.

Your attention comes fully back to the man in front of you, or maybe you should say demon. He presses his hand over your heart with a puzzling look. Your body heats from the contact and embarrassment, you were sure he could feel how hard your heart was pounding. All the while his brows knit upwards.

“Seems you aren’t affected…”He murmurs to himself, tonguing his cheek. Suddenly he tears your sweater, pressing his hand against your chest and part of your breast.

“Hey!” You protest until a burning sensation blooms on your skin, when he pulls away you see kanji puckering up, that reads “Shoto”

“That should keep the lower demons away...for now.” He grabs onto your wrist tightly, too tightly before your world bends and blurs. Folding in on itself as if Space and Time were suddenly a beautiful origami paper creased until the maker was satisfied.

The world is bright when you open your eyes next, cradled in an abundance of candle light as your stomach sours causing you to lurch.

“Ugh, not on the tatami!” A woman’s voice scolds, but her state doesn’t help the nausea that hits you in waves. She wears a beautiful kimono, embroidered with gold and silver thread on violet cloth, the chest stained a deep cherry and a hole is where her heart should be. Her hands stained blood red and you back up, panting as you try to keep a level head.

“Get her cleaned up.” Shoto snaps, “I will want her in my room promptly.”

The women in the room shake slightly, keeping their heads down, distantly you can hear the sound of a thousand thundering hearts, deafening in a sense. The stately woman gently guides you towards the bath in the large mansion, shock sets in as your gaze glazes over. Every hall has a woman, anywhere from the feudal era to today, all dressed in kimonos, most were dressed in the ones they obviously died in or dressed in old clothes with their tattoos and fresh wounds peeking out from beneath the fabric.

Every single person sends you a death glare.

You’re stripped of your clothes and dignity in the company of about twenty women, hands shove you into the steaming water, cupping the cloudy water to wash your skin.

No matter how often the woman dip their hands into the water, the blood never leaves their fingertips, forever stained in their sin.

“We gave them away, you know. Ripped them from our chests….” She looks up at you with a timid look.

“Kiyoko, hush.” An elder hisses as she straightens the thin piece of cloth you were going to wear once you were all pieced together.

“No, she deserves to know..” Kiyoko hisses back, “The story is similar for a lot of us, he appears in a doorway, he seems kind enough, and then we look into his eyes. Gazing too deeply before our hearts seize in our chests, flopping around as if behind your flesh was killing it and it should sit in the palm of his hand. The only logical thing was for us to reach deep inside of ourself and give him what he deserved.” A quite falls over the room before a heavy solem air settles on your shoulders.

“He stopped for a while….after he met you.” Your eyes flash to hers and the elder’s hand wraps into Kiyoko’s hair, pulling her away from you.

“Enough.” She snarls as tears run down her cheeks, down all the women’s cheeks and you swallow thickly.

After an hour of primping you find yourself in front of two sliding tatami doors that have Oni and other yokai decorating their sheets.

“Send her in.” A deep voice sounds from the other side.

“Yes master.” The women answer, opening the doors before one shoves you in.

Doors to the eqwaa are open as he lounges on the polished wood, staring at the moon. He turns his head to look over his shoulder and it eerily reminds you of the painting in the museum.

In an instant he is in front of you, backing you into the plush bed that sat in the middle of his room, you fall onto the raised futon looking up at him.

The lowlight plays tricks on your eyes, the square paper lantern and the moon painting him in strokes of kind, of hurt, not some beastly thing he obviously was. Even his horns seemed soft, but nothing was softer than his lips as he pressed them to yours. Embarrassingly ecstasy blossoms under your eyelids as liquid heat floods your core. His tongue probes yours as he leans over top of you, playing with you nipples through the thin cloth as you moan into his mouth. Your body arches into his his as your heart flutters, trying to pull you away from his addicting touch.

Maybe you could have gotten away, maybe….

If only his hand hadn’t slipped between your thighs where he teased your sex utnil you pruned his figners, singing like the song bird he knew you were. His hard cock presses against your thigh twitching with delight. He kisses down your throat before he shreds the thin white kimono away from your body. He groans audibly before he leans down, one finger pulling at your pebbled nipple while the other pulls it between his teeth.

“Shoto…”You cry and he moans into your supple skin. Taking off his own thin kimono to align himself up to your fluttering hole. Eyes glued to your heart, fingers tracing the kanji as he eases himself in inch by inch. Stretching you and filling you pleasantly. He sits for a moment, taking in your body and how you burn under his touch. Free hand roaming your body as the other prods your fresh burn. Tracing the strokes over and over as if he wrote it himself.

Well technically he did.

“Please.” Your mouth betrays, hips pressing up into his to get any sort of friction, his free hand comes down, slamming your hips into the bed.

“Say it again.” He huffs, “Say my name again.”

“Shoto.” It's a hushed, reluctant breath but your skin was icy hot, lifeforce feeling as if it were evaporating away from the heated tension that sat between you two. He watches your body wither, feels your cunt clamping down onto him desperately and it’s all he can do not to thrust into you widely.

“Again.” He barks, pulling at your nipple harshly.

“Shoto.” You moan, the sound is enough to make him start his harsh pace. Pelvis slamming into yours as his tuft of pubic hair glides across your clit. Your vision blurs with tears, it feels so good. Better than anything you’ve ever had or could ever remember as his claws ghost over your soft skin.

“You thought you could escape me.” He grunts, ramming himself into you harder, you moan in response, “I marked more than your flesh two hundred years ago, I marked your soul.”

“You couldn’t help yourself, coming back to the very piece of art you created.” He continues with a laugh, claws raking down your skin, slicing at your skin superficially. Your eyes roll into the back of your head and you cannot fathom what he’s said. All that there is the feel of his hands, the pleasure that threatens to snap in your stomach.

He watches the way your cunt coats his cock in a silvery sheen that has his lips parting. Taking wanton ruts, the motion of it rattling the art on the wall. Pieces fall around you and any of the scrolls that try to block his view of you get shredded mid air. His thrusts turn sloppy as he comes down to bite at your neck.

“Shoto!” You cry out, vision going black as your body convulses around him, eyes rolling in to the back of your head as you forget your name and only cry out his.

“That’s right, tell me who you belong to. Who owns you love.” He pants, holding his own release for a moment longer just to hear your sweet voice scream his name over and over. Finally your milking cunt sends him over the edge. He grunts, staring into your eyes as he paints your wall a creamy white.

“Mine.” He growls, biting at your breast, at the skin over your heart. You feel his spilling cock harden again as your body melts into the sheets.

Most of the night is spent in mind numbing ecstasy and in those few short hours you forget you were ever brought here unwillingly.

You sit on a throne, overlooking the vast landscape of Yomi, Oni running the underworld as heartless women wander the streets. Their mortal heartbeats keeping time as they ceaselessly beat just beneath your feet. Mind’s eye miles away as you see a ghost of a hand before you. Memory playing out as you take careful brush strokes against your canvas, hoping this would serve as a warning for other women as you dab the brush in the deep colored liquid that stains the tatami floor of your home.

Ever the artist you wanted to add final touches even as you drew your final breaths, having thought it better to take your own life than to sit at the right hand of a demon, your chest was already mutilated with his name.

Irony weighs heavy in your stomach as you realize how futile it was to even make that masterpiece. It did not serve as a warning.

No if anything, it served as a beacon, drawing you like a moth to flame until you circled to close.

Burning up in the flames of the very thing you admired.

[celestialarchon]

The Celestial Archon

Chapter One: A Storm of Stars

Genshin Impact x F!reader

In the first chapter, you may find the mystery archon described in a way that doesn’t fit you. That’s okay, it will change to each individual’s own tastes with time. The archon is described a certain way for reasons regarding the story line!

WARNINGS: lots of genshin spoilers, mentions of blood/violence, & mentions of injury.

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Our story began when Mona, the esteemed astrologist made a bold declaration. The stars foretold the return of a mysterious eighth archon. With this information, the most influential people of Mondstat and Liyue set a plan into action. The beloved traveler and his sidekick were quickly dragged into the preparations for the Celestial Archon. Aether and Paimon were looking forward to resting after weeks of hard work but unfortunately were interrupted by a star falling from the heavens. And so, we continue onward with our adventure.

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Aether’s legs were sore, his knees began to buckle as he finally made it to the entrance of dawn winery. He yelped, falling forwards and closed his eyes preparing for the impact. It never came as two sets of hands grasped the boy and steadied him. Diluc, the esteemed owner of Dawn Winery sighed as his brother gently removed the mysterious young woman from Aether’s back. The red headed man scowled as the traveler’s knees buckled once more, catching the now unconscious boy.

The knights of favonious stood outside the winery, watching the two men carry the weakened traveler and mystery lady. With the stars still falling in the distance it was quite a sight to behold. Mona gasped as Kaeya approached, the woman in his arms still still sleeping. Her hair was long and wild, strange silvery tattoos danced on her skin, and her body was frail. Kaeya tried to be gentle with her, holding her bridal style but he could feel her losing strength and the warm blood from a wound staining his shirt.

Noelle rushed forward to remove Aether from Diluc, “My apologies Master Diluc, but this young lady needs a free room immediately.”

Diluc nodded, grimacing at the sight of the wounded woman in his brother’s arms. He pushed the doors to Dawn Winery open, making his way to the nearest guest room. Kaeya followed him and Jean yanked her younger sister along. The room was simple with a bed, night stand, and single chair. Kaeya set the woman down on the bed carefully, and rolled her over to see the back of her top soaked.

“Kaeya, go wash up.” Jean ordered, unsheathing her sword.

Diluc steered his brother out of the room while Jean got to work. With speed and precision, Jean’s sword cut the cloth away from the injury. Her eyes widened and she stepped back as the wound as freed. Barbara peeked around her sister and felt nausea building up. Noelle entered the room to see the two sisters in shock. Jean’s eyes were filled with a mixture of sadness and disgust.

“Did she have wings?” Barbara whispered, eyes never leaving the back of the woman.

“No, this isn’t a tear. Somebody or something did this to her,” Jean gritted her teeth, “they carved it into her.”

Noelle glanced over them to see something incredibly awful. There were two deep and wide gashes starting at her shoulder blades and meeting at her tailbone to make an upside down v symbol. Her breathing was shallow as the air hit the open wound. Barbara made her way to the bedside to infuse the wound with hydro energy and try to help the pain.

“Noelle!” Jean barked, “Find the Alchemists and tell Albedo to set up a direct teleport point here. Bring Sucrose here, we will need all the help we can get.”

Noelle nodded and dashed out the door, nearly colliding with the knight’s librarian. Lisa frowned but ignored the rushed girl and stepped into the room.

“Lisa,” Jean sighed as the woman walked in.

Lisa’s hand found its way to the dandelion knight’s shoulder, “Yes, acting grandmaster?”

“Please send word to Liyue Harbor that we need the aid of their best herbalist right now. This is urgent. You may also inform the adepti and Zhongli of the archon’s arrival but we need aid now.” Jean’s tone was serious, it struck a chord of anxiety in Lisa.

Without a word, Lisa strode out of the room and began to do as she was asked. Barbara continued to ease the pain of the sky goddess but grew more worried each second. The wound was infected. Sucrose burst in soon after, tears forming at the sight before her.

After what seemed like an eternity, Liyue Harbor’s esteemed top herbalist arrived with a small zombie girl. Together, the best healers from both countries began to work hard. They poured all their energy into their work and successfully removed the infection. By the time the sun began to come up, the wound was rapid healed but scarred terribly.

Though morning approached, the temporary residents of Dawn Winery found themselves crawling into bed to get some rest. Jean didn’t want to leave the eight archon’s side but was convinced to by her loving sister. The healers slept all day and all night long, missing the arrival of Liyue’s highest regarded people and adepti. Not a single soul dared to peak at the mysterious goddess as she slept, in fear of interrupting her much needed peace.

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24 Hours had passed since the arrival of the eighth archon. The herbalists and knights began to wake finally as morning approached. Unfortunately, when they went to check on the strange woman and her injuries, the room was empty. Dread set over Dawn Winery with the goddess of the stars missing once more.

Noon soon came to pass but there was no sign of the Celestial Archon. Everyone had split up to search for her but had no luck. Aether was frustrated and panicked as he fell onto the grass. Suddenly a large gust of wind blew him over, Paimon clutched to his hair as a winged blue beast shot across their line of vision.

“Dvalin?” Venti stood abruptly, “Could it be..”

Realization hit Aether, “Let’s go! We need to follow him!”

Aether, Venti, Kaeya, and Lisa trailed behind the dragon. Paimon screamed at them to slow down but they were too focused to care. Finally, out of breath, they stopped. Dvalin had landed on the edge of a cliff, his head leaned down to press his snout against the cheek of a beautiful woman. Her hair was still long and wild but not unkempt. Her eyes shone bright like stars and her skin seemed to glow under the sunlight. Aether was awestruck. Was that really the same person he rescued only a day before?

The wind carried her laughter as the majestic beast snuggled up to her. Her hands came up to stroke his scales as her feet left the ground. She truly was floating. Starstruck, Aether and the knights of favonious could only stare. Venti, however, burst forward with a gleeful giggle. The celestial archon turned as the bard crashed into her. Dvalin rested his head atop of hers as her arms wrapped around the childlike god.

“Don’t worry, Barbatos,” She reassured, “I missed you, too.”

“You scared me, you stupid supernova!” Venti nuzzled his face into her chest.

Aether shivered as a growl tore through the air. The noise startled him enough, he fell right on his ass. Xiao shot forwards, ripping the anemo archon off of the celestial archon.

“You bastard drunk,” Xiao’s face was dark, “Don’t touch her as you please.”

“Ehe,” Venti giggled as the adeptus held him by the collar.

Aether stood and sighed, gazing at the shocked woman. He turned, hearing footsteps behind him. Zhongli had found them and the remaining adepti trailed behind him. The eighth archon’s mouth was agape. She flung herself at Xiao, tackling him. Venti escaped the yaksha as the goddess fell ontop of him.

“Oi,” She grinned clutching onto him, “I think I even missed your shitty attitude, pretty boy.”

Xiao’s face was red as he grumbled, “Just shut up, space case.”

Zhongli clicked his tongue, impatient. He pulled the goddess off of the yaksha and embraced her. His sudden affection made her cheeks flush but she returned the hug. Zhongli’s arms tightened around her, fearful that he would wake up from a dream. After a few moments he released her only for the poor bright eyed goddess to be swarmed by the adepti.

She giggled as they each took turns showing her how much she was missed. Even as Cloud Retainer scolded her, the smile never left her face.

“What exactly happened to you anyways?” The female crane adepti grilled the goddess.

A nervous laugh escaped the young woman, “Well, I kept thinking about how my heart was restless. So I guess I kept walking. Eventually this strange darkness consumed me and I couldn’t go anywhere. It was as if all the evil gods I struck down were exacting their revenge. Some time ago, the void I was stuck in opened up a bit and I escaped but was forced into something even worse. There were terrible monsters and powerful beings who sought my abilities I guess. They mistook me as a new goddess and attacked me.”

Aether’s ears perked up. She was talking about the Abyss, he was sure of it. His heart hurt at the way she tried to mask the pain of the endeavor. She reminded him of Lumine a bit.

“So anyways,” She continued, “I ran again and got caught in this space. It wasn’t bad, but nothing happened. I mean nothing, I was actually stuck for real that time and the space seemed to shift around me even though I couldn’t move. Time didn’t pass and my thoughts came to a stop, too. Then I was forced out and I think I was falling? That blonde kid picked me up but I was weakened. Sorry I don’t remember much but that.”

“Forced out, hm..” Cloud Retainer seemed stuck in her thoughts.

“That’s not quite right,” The goddess sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, “It’s more like it shattered? I think I fell with the pieces of it.”

“How strange,” Kaeya started, “It almost sounds like a domain.”

Zhongli nodded, “It does. Let’s not discuss this any further for now, it seems to be a painful topic.”

The celestial archon smiled gently at the geo archon, embracing him again. Zhongli stiffened but wrapped his arms around her again. Aether felt Xiao shift next to him, he glanced at the adeptus and had to restrain his laughter. He didn’t think the rough adeptus could ever pour, but there he was pouting.

After exchanging greetings and parting with Dvalin, the group headed back to Dawn Winery. Paimon had already taken a liking to the goddess of stars. Aether couldn’t blame the chubby fairy, the archon seemed oddly mortal to him. The other Archons carried themselves with grace and authority. The Celestial Archon was strangely human. Her appearance was godly and she did have a sort of divine aura to her but she was far more down to earth then even Venti.

“So why did you leave so suddenly?” Aether’s curious eyes met hers as they hiked back to the winery.

“I, uh, well the sun was calling to me.” A bashful smile formed on her lips.

Aether raised his eyebrows, “Calling to you?”

“Yeah,” her eyes were a bit distant, “It’s as if it was reminding me that the sun is a star, too. It willed me to bask in it I suppose.”

Paimon giggled at the archon’s clumsy wording. Aether pondered over what she said, thinking it was unique. Dawn Winery came into view and the traveler noticed that everybody else had returned. Chaos ensued at their arrival.

“Ahem,” Venti cleared his throat, “This is the eighth archon. The Celestial Archon, Seraphim. I call her supernova though cause she’s beautiful and destructive.”

“Hello! Let’s skip formalities, feel free to call me by my chosen name!” She introduced herself cheerfully.

Everybody chose to ignore Venti’s comment on the goddess being destructive. She was far too kind and gracious to be anything of that sort. Aether was the only one among them who noticed Venti’s words. They filled him with curiosity.

“I’m so hungry,” Paimon groaned.

“Oh, I missed food!” The bubbly goddess yelled, “Let’s eat! Can we eat?”

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The dining room was filled with chatter as they celebrated the arrival of the long lost archon. Paimon was stuffing her face as Venti chugged another bottle of dandelion wine, hiccuping. Diluc sighed as Kaeya poured another glass for himself with rosy cheeks. The scarlet haired man found himself looking for the celestial archon again. No matter how heard he tried to distract himself, his thoughts and eyes always found their way to her.

She was levitating above her seat, giggling as people brought her food to try. Xiao was uncharacteristically calm and looked happy even, as he fed her bits of almond tofu. Zhongli was smiling at her as she took sips of tea. The goddess picked up the small zombie girl and sat her in her lap, letting the child introduce “coco goat” milk to her. Things were going well overall.

Diluc watched as the kind hearted goddess set the child down and excused herself. She glided towards the terrace with a lingering sadness in her eyes. The esteemed Ragnvindr swiped the unopened bottle of dandelion his brother was reaching for and uncorked it. For a moment, the man was hesitant but his legs carried him to the open terrace anyways.

“Hello, Mister Diluc,” The goddess greeted him without turning to look at him.

“Pardon me,” He stopped at her side, “I don’t mean to intrude. This is a gift for you, Dawn Winery’s special.”

She glanced at him through her peripheral vision and held out her hand. He sighed and placed the bottle in her slender hand, watching her take a sip. She returned to staring at the stars above, sipping on the wine. The tycoon couldn’t help but stay by her side, seeing the look of longing she had. He felt that if he left her, she might just disappear again.

“It’s good,” She murmured, closing her eyes.

“Thank you,” Diluc tried to hold back the smile growing on his face, “I appreciate that you’re savoring it and not gulping it down like certain alcoholics.”

A snort escaped from the girl, “Barbatos the esteemed anemo archon and local alcoholic.”

Diluc snickered at her comment. She was so surreal. Everything about her felt dreamy, it was truly enchanting.

“I can leave you alone with your thoughts, I am deeply sorry if I disturbed you.” The man sighed and turned, but was stopped by her fingertips grazing his wrist.

“Diluc Ragnvindr, you are not a bother,” She sighed, “I am just a fool who would rather look for answers in constellations than face the reality before me. For me, not much time has passed since the Archon War. So you’ll have to forgive me if I seem cold, I simply am frustrated and depressed by the changes in Teyvat. I missed thousands of years and it will haunt me for a long while.”

Diluc’s jaw nearly hit the floor at the bluntness of the woman in front of him. He was empathetic to her situation, after distancing himself from everyone around him he had moments of sadness as well. He was also fascinated by her adoration for the stars.

“Do the stars give you answers?” He asked quietly.

She laughed, “Not always, but i’m able to read the constellations of an individual, even you Darknight Hero.”

“Oh, fucks sake that’s mortifying!” He groaned and then leaned in, “Wait. I have a constellation? How much do you know?”

“Your constellation is Noctua, and it’s fairly easy to read. I know that you pretend like everybody is bothering you at all times, because you don’t want to be disappointed again as your brother disappointed you after the loss of your father. You feel the need to be strong and never seen as weak, somewhere between inferiority complex and social anxiety.” Her words made his heart pound.

“But,” She continued smiling, “I understand. I also have daddy issues of sorts. And it often feels easier to put up those walls.”

Diluc was speechless. Their conversation was interrupted by clapping, as Kaeya made his way out of the shadows. Any vulnerability left Diluc at his brother’s entrance. He quickly exited the balcony seeing Kaeya’s smug expression.

“You are interesting,” his voice was almost sultry, “Tell me, what do you see from my constellation.”

The goddess gave him a sour look. She was quiet for a minute, eyes narrowed at the man. He waited, expectantly.

“Pavo Ocellus,” She sighed, “A complicated constellation. You do carry a heavy burden savior of Khaenri'ah. So much of you is shrouded in mystery, although that’s fitting isn’t it? I don’t know enough to see you as a threat, however your dishonest habits and constant tests you put people through seems irritating.”

“Oh, you’re bold,” He grinned, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “Bold, beautiful, and busty. Just my type.”

“And you say things like that so casually,” She pushed his hand away, making her way back to the dining hall.

“Sir Kaeya, you should be careful saying such things. If you aren’t, somebody might fall for you. It’s like a honey trap. Give the wrong person the wrong idea and you’ll find yourself in a pinch.”

With that, she left the calvary captain alone with his thoughts. He was pulled in by her, but knew she was dangerous. His mind shifted back to Venti’s word earlier and he clicked his tongue. The bard may have been onto something.

When Kaeya returned to the banquet, the Celestial Archon was back to eating and being doted on. Xiao’s glare was locked in and targeted as Kaeya sat a short distance from the goddess. Kaeya merely winked at him, sticking his tongue out slightly. The yaksha’s hand flew to the spear by his side as he snarled at the cryo wielder. The goddess noticed the sudden change in the atmosphere and moved to the adepti’s lap. He blushed and scowled, but set his head on her shoulder.

The young woman’s affection towards Xiao didn’t go unnoticed and soon Zhongli was offering her tea while Venti offered her booze. Even Jean was attempting to seek some attention from the goddess. For once, Diluc and Kaeya had the same thought. That woman is troublesome.

[xiaojusaur]

Let’s Get Wet

Johnny x Reader

1769 words

Smut

TW: fiction, mentions of masturbation, fingering, shower sex, unprotected sex

Neo Smut Collective drabble Wet & Wild

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Your brother’s best friend was hot and it couldn’t be denied. Every time he stayed in your house your knees trembled from the thought of seeing him shirtless. But of course, your brother Jaehyun wouldn’t allow it, so he avoided any possible encounter between you two, because he knew you too well and noticed the way you looked at Johnny.

Many nights, in the darkness of your room, you would moan his name while playing with yourself, imagining it was him.

He was home tonight, your brother along some friends had a camping at the beach the next day and since they were leaving early, they were all staying together.

You went to take a shower so you could go to sleep refreshed. You opened the bathroom door and gasped when meeting with an almost-naked Johnny, covering his bottom part with a towel. “OH MY GOD IM SO SORRY!” You screamed in horror, quickly covering your eyes with one arm and closing the door with the other.

“It’s okay, I’m almost finished,” he said with his mellow voice and you saw him open the door again. His hair was shiny from the water and the droplets ran down his toned body. It was everything you imagined in your wildest dreams.

You were panicking, looking everywhere but to him. If your brother caught you, he would either kill you or Johnny.

Johnny was styling his hair in the foggy mirror, running his fingers through his dark, silky mane.

Without noticing, you were staring at him to which he smirked through the mirror. “Like what you see?” He chuckled.

“Very, very much!” You wanted to scream, but you just stuttered, “N-not bad.”

“Please, Y/N, I know how you feel about me. Do you think I don’t notice how you look at me?” He said in a racy voice.

You were shocked to hear those words, were you that obvious?

Johnny extended his arm and pulled you inside the bathroom with him, pushing you against the door, locking it before anyone noticed. He caged you against his body, looking at you with fire in his eyes.

His lips were so inviting, his wet body so tantalizing.

“Tell me, Y/N,” he whispered looking at you fiercely, “do you like me?”

“I- Johnny... Jaehyun wouldn’t allow it...” you explained just to not give him an answer.

“That’s not what I asked,” he said groggily, grabbing your wrist, somehow intimidating you.

“I like you, yeah. A lot,” you confessed.

“I know you do. Do you think I haven’t heard you moaning my name in the middle of the night?” He was making you flustered and was enjoying it.

You tried to talk, to make an excuse, but nothing came out, so you just lowered your gaze.

“Look at me, baby girl,” he took you by the chin to make you look into his eyes. “You’re so naughty. Touching yourself while thinking about your brother’s best friend. What would he think if he found out? Hmm?” He teased you.

“He would be angry, with you and with me both,” you said daring.

“What do you imagined? Tell me what do you think about in the darkness of your room,” he started getting close to your lips. Even though he was wet from the shower, you could feel the heat of his body.

Even though it seemed surreal, two could play this game. “I imagine its your fingers touching me, reaching deep inside. Your body on mine, your lips kissing my neck, while you fill me whole with your cock.”

“Fuck...” he said under his breath. You could feel his hardened member poking your thigh, which made you bite your bottom lip.

“Are you okay with me making it a reality?” He asked for your consent before making any move. So sexy!

“Yeah, of course!” You said desperately.

His expression changed to one full of lust, devouring you with his eyes. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes, please...” you whispered and Johnny didn’t waste any second in crashing his lips with yours. They felt like you imagined, so meaty, so soft. His hand ran down your torso, skillfully pulling the elastic of your pijama pants, arriving to your heat easily.

“Oh? No panties? Such a naughty girl,” he said with a croaky voice.

“I was going to shower, plus, I was about to slee- Oh God!” He interrupted sliding a finger between your folds.

“Shhh... you don’t want Jaehyun to find us, right?” While drawing circles on your clit, he started kissing you again to drown your moans. “Fuck, you’re so wet...”

“Mmm! I wanted you so much, Johnny.”

“Shit... get undressed, baby. Let’s get into the shower,” he commanded and you did as told.

He opened the shower again and then let the towel that was covering his lower part fall, revealing his strong thighs, his big member standing proudly, waiting for you.

“Are you not coming?” He extended his hand, inviting you into the shower with him.

You took his hand, hypnotized by his beauty. He looked like an underwater god.

Under the shower, you two kissed like if it was something natural between you. He ran his hands down your body, kneading every inch of your skin, turning you on more, if that was possible.

Johnny pinned you against the shower wall and guided by lust, his hand reached to your heat. His fine fingers found your hole expertly, making you moan lowly, “Oh~”

He flexed his fingers inside you, back and forth, fast and deep, your eyes crossing from pleasure.

“Fuck, Johnny,” you whimpered in a whisper, trying to keep it low so nobody would notice what was happening. The water running down your body was a plus to the feeling and Johnny looked so sexy huffing to take the drops out of his face. You reached for his member that was begging for attention too, pumping your hand up and down slowly.

“Ah~ Feels nice, baby,” he gave you a naughty smile. “I wonder what that mouth could do,” He was suggesting something.

“You want me to suck you off?” You asked, sounding more like an offer than a question.

“We can do that later, you might hurt yourself here, but I appreciate the offer,” he said and then leaned in for a kiss. “Now, come here. Im gonna fuck you, I’ll make your dreams come true,” he said as he grabbed your leg.

“God, I’m so wet, I can’t wait...” you confessed.

“I love making you this way,” he winked, making you laugh. “You okay with this, right?”

“Please...” you begged desperately.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” he groaned.

He placed your leg on his arm, letting it hang. With his other hand, he held his member firmly to look for your entrance. Your breath accelerated, you were getting ready to receive his all. He was teasing you and enjoying your reaction while he was rubbing your clit with his tip. He entered in you slowly, torturing, so deliciously. The stretch was burning, you wanted to scream but you suppressed it squeezing his bicep, holding on tightly to not faint. “Fuuuck~” you whispered in a breathy moan.

“Mmm... baby, you’re so tight,” he pecked your lips and moved down to kiss your neck, letting you adjust to him.

A few seconds later, he started moving back and forth. You wrapped your arms around his neck, while he held you by the waist. The scene belonged to a movie, with you two connecting while the water ran down your bodies. Every time he huffed or moaned, the drops flew to your face. The sounds coming from where you two united were obscene, making you want more from him.

“God! Johnny!” You moaned a little too loud.

“Shhh...”

Johnny then picked you up, holding you midair, without stopping from thrusting you. The movement made him reach deeper inside you, touching that supple place that made your toes curls. You gasped and he chuckled.

He was going faster now, making you bounce on his dick by moving you up and down. The slapping sound invaded the tiny space of the bathroom and now you were just praying that your brother didn’t go out of his room, otherwise he would be able to hear everything.

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” you said in a chant of whines.

He grunted loudly, his voice echoing in the room. “Shit! So good, you’re taking me so well!”

“Ah! Yes! Yes! Please!” You hissed.

After a few minutes his arms got tired, so he put you on the floor again and then he turned you around, making you hold yourself from the tile wall. He put his big hand on the small of your back as to make you bend, kneading your skin on the process. Johnny penetrated you again, now holding you by the waist with both hands.

The slapping sound of your bodies clashing increased by the minute of how fast Johnny was going and the water was making it louder. You were feeling your orgasm bubbling from your stomach and you let him know. “Johnny, I’m gonna cum, please!”

“Mmm... good!” He focused his thrusts to reach deeper and consistent to help you reach your high.

You felt it, the explosion of delicious tingles through your body, escaping in a simple sigh from your lips. Johnny held you tightly, helping you to stay on your feet. He kept plunging into you until he felt his high coming too. He pulled out and came on the floor, every proof of what had happened there going down the drain along with the water.

“Babe, we should get out of here. Your fingers should be pruning by now,” he said as he wrapped his arms around your torso and kissed your neck.

“Yeah, plus, it will be a little suspicious if you spent so much time in the bathroom,” you added.

“Nah! I actually spend a lot of time in the bathroom. I’m just worried that someone might have heard us...”

“Hopefully not...”

After you dried yourselves and were dressed again, Johnny said, “Maybe we can repeat this someday?”

“Anytime,” you winked and he smirked back at you.

But as soon as Johnny opened the door he found a Jaehyun leaning on the wall, waiting for him to get out. “Enjoyed your shower?” He sounded so pissed, you didn’t even want to look.

Your brother then pushed the door open, revealing you in the bathroom too. You gave him the bread smile, trying to act innocent. “Get out of there, we gonna talk about this, you two.”

[comfortwriting]

Closer - F.W

Fred Weasley x Fem Reader, inspired by the song ‘Closer’ by Nine Inch Nails

About: Fred and the reader decide to spice things up in the bedroom after he surprises her with a box full of fun.

Theme: dom!Fred sub!Reader, smut, smut and more smut.

Warnings: Heavy, filthy smut, BDSM, slapping, degrading, sex toys, fisting, rimming, and swearing.

You laid on the bed flicking through pictures of you and Fred from a Christmas party last year, putting them away on the bedside table, you noticed a white box poking out from the inside the wardrobe.

Walking over to it you picked up the box and brought it back on the bed, you sat down and pulled the red ribbon loose that kept the lid on. The label in the middle of the bow staring at you.

‘To my dearest Y/N. Love, Fred’

You told yourself to put the ribbon back on and put it back where you found it, but you were too intrigued. The curiosity spreading through your thoughts got the better of you.

Taking the lid off you blushed at the red tissue paper, hiding whatever lay underneath. Peeling back the paper your heart nearly stopped at the items staring back you.

Your face went hot and red, you felt like screaming out in excitement but you didn’t want Fred to find out what you had done.

Inside the box were an arrangement of BDSM related equipment: a black spanking paddle with red hearts dotted around the handle, vibrators, red hand cuffs that matched with a ankle spreader bar, a satin blindfold and a ball gag.

The items just kept coming and coming, each time you pulled one out another appeared, you could boil a kettle with the heat coming off your cheeks.

Hearing footsteps come up the stairs, you panicked and tried to put the items back into the box but Fred caught you red handed.

“Darling, I...” he spotted the box and his face flushed too “you already opened it”

You put the lid on and hurried trying to make a bow with the ribbon “I’m sorry it’s just, it was staring at me and I couldn’t stop myself from opening it!”

Fred tutted at you and pulled the box away. He took the lid off again and pulled out the items you had already had a good look at.

You noticed Fred getting erect, his cock poking through his trousers. He put the box back into the wardrobe and sat next to you on the bed.

You could feel your heart beat both in your chest and crotch, you would need to remove your clothes if you continued to heat up.

“You’ve been a very bad girl, opening that box.” His voice sounding gruff.

You swallowed hard “I said I was sorry”

Fred looked taken aback, a playful smile forming on his face. “Are you back chatting me now?”

“No, I—“

Fred unfastened his trousers and pulled his boxers down, his hard cock slapping against his stomach. He grabbed you by the hair and pulled your head down, forcing you to take him into your mouth.

You gagged as he tightened his grip on your hair, controlling you, bobbing your head up and down.

“Dirty fucking slut” he moaned out whilst face fucking you, getting harder just from watching you struggle taking in his full length.

You kept choking and Fred pulled you off him, and threw you face down onto the bed. He kicked off his trousers and boxers, and then his shirt. Fred stripped off your clothes with a simple swish and grabbed the hand cuffs, your hands behind your back he placed the cuffs around your wrists.

You let me violate you

You let me desecrate you

You let me penetrate you

You let me complicate you

Fred shoved three of his long fingers inside of you, finger fucking you. You moaned out in pleasure.

“That feels so fucking good” you whined out.

Fred slapped your wet pussy in response, and turned you around. He put the same three fingers into your mouth, throat fucking you. Your juices spreading across your lips and mouth.

“Go on, taste yourself” Fred groaned out.

Your gagging causing more saliva to form in your mouth. Fred pulled his hand away and slapped you again, forcing you back down to swallow his cock.

He held your head down and refused to move, you couldn’t breathe and Fred took pleasure in that. Your hands still behind your back in the cuffs.

Pulling you away, you gasped out for air desperately as he went over to bed to get more items.

I broke apart my insides

(Help me) I've got no soul to sell

(Help me) the only thing that works for me

Help me get away from myself

Fred grabbed the ball gag and placed it into your mouth, fastening it tightly at the back of your head so you couldn’t break free.

Fred also took a hold of the ankle spreader, your legs now open wide for him.

Laces of salvia streamed from your mouth, the cold air making you shiver. Fred grabbed you once more by the hair, turning you to face him he spat in your face and slapped you. “You’re worthless”

Dragging you over to his desk, bending you over it. Your tits feeling crushed against the hard wood. “So fucking helpless” Fred taunted you.

Fred grabbed the paddle and slapped your bare arse four times, he tossed it back on the bed and got onto his knees, he grabbed the vibrator turning it on and he pressed it against your clit.

You tried to moan out but found it hard due to the gag, your struggled muffles excited Fred. Taking away the vibrator he slapped your pussy making you jolt. “You’ll cum when I tell you to.”

I wanna fuck you like an animal

I wanna feel you from the inside

I wanna fuck you like an animal

My whole existence is flawed

You get me closer to God

Fred spat in his hand and rubbed his spit against your entrance, without warning he slammed his dick inside of you, your mouth in agony from the force of the gag.

Fred grabbed the desk for support with one hand and held your head down with the other, your face on its side.

Fucking you senselessly, tears streamed down your face and your legs shook violently, wanting to close them but you couldn’t.

Your walls tightened around Fred, edging closer to your climax “hold back you bitch!” Fred moaned “don’t cum yet!”

Your messy and knotted hair stuck to your face, your tears acting like glue.

Fred continued to pound you senselessly, your eyes rolling back into your head, your muffled moans filling the room.

You can have my isolation

You can have the hate that it brings

You can have my absence of faith

You can have my everything

Fred could feel himself wanting to burst at any moment, he pulled out quickly “sorry about the stretch” he warned, getting on his knees he put four fingers inside of you and then his thumb.

Your moans got louder, adjusting to his fist inside of you. While fisting you, Fred’s tongue circled around your arsehole, the new sensation driving you off the edge.

you tear down my reason

(Help me) it's your sex I can smell

(Help me) you make me perfect

(Help me) become somebody else

Despite the degradation, the roughness and restraints, you and Fred felt so secure and safe, you were sharing your vulnerabilities with one another.

You were giving yourselves to one another in a whole new way, something you had never done before, something new for the both of you.

Your intimacy with Fred brought out a new confidence in him and you, within yourselves and one another.

I wanna fuck you like an animal

I wanna feel you from the inside

I wanna fuck you like an animal

My whole existence is flawed

You get me closer to God

Fred slowly pulled out his fist and stopped rimming you, the saliva pooling from the ball gag made a puddle by your chin.

Fred removed the ankle spreader, your handcuffs and finally the ball gag. Your legs shaking and wanting to collapse as you were finally free from the spreader. Before you could stand up, Fred rubbed your face in the pool of saliva.

You whimpered from the pain caused by the gag, but feeling Fred push himself inside once again you took your mind off it very quickly.

“Fucking hell, Fred” you cried, with each slam.

“This is all you’re worth, you fucking whore” he groaned, picking up his pace.

You squeezed yourself around his cock on purpose, in response his rock hard cock throbbed inside of you.

“Fucking cum with me” Fred ordered.

Fred slammed into you, the two of you becoming exhausted and exasperated with the continuous edging.

Through every forest

Above the trees

Within my stomach

Scraped off my knees

I drink the honey

Inside your hive

You are the reason

I stay alive

Feeling the pit getting heavier in your stomach you let go, Fred releasing inside of you. As your legs gave out, Fred pulled out and stumbled back and you fell backwards onto the floor.

You laid on your back staring at the spinning ceiling catching your breath.

Sitting in front of Fred in the bath you felt light kisses peck upon your shoulders and lower neck, his fingers stroking your back.

“That was.. new... incredible” you croaked, your throat feeling sore from the finger and cock fucking.

You felt Fred smile against your skin “You’re incredible. You’re so fucking beautiful, love”

You laid back into his arms, the water splashing with you.

“You’re not a whore and you aren’t worthless.” Fred reassured you “I didn’t hurt you did I?”

You couldn’t help but giggle “I know Fred, and no you didn’t hurt me. It was just a bit let down that you didn’t use the blindfold.” You joked.

“We can make arrangements” Fred replied.

You smiled and wrapped his arm around you. “What a day”

[quirklessthot]

do as i say;

[ shinsou x reader ]

i love your work!! especially the hawks “punishment piece” and i see that your requests are open... so maybe a yandere hitoshi fic with some punishment vibes?? spanking, crying, maybe some spicy mind control??? thank u for writing!!! -anonymous

warnings: 18+, noncon, spanking, mind control

Your hands shake as you pull out a bobby pin, small and inconspicuous - the literal key to your freedom. You'd thought an angel was smiling down on you the day you found the innocent piece of metal lying discarded and forgotten under the living room couch. Without a second thought, you had snatched it up, holding it close to your chest like a secret that needed protecting. It wasn't easy keeping your discovery from Shinsou as you waited for the perfect opportunity to use it, but somehow you'd managed, and now is the time to act.

The pin completely misses the keyhole and falls out of your hand and into your lap. You curse, low and panicked, even though you're alone, and pick it up to try again. As terrified as you are, with your heart thumping almost painfully against your ribcage, you don't have time to fumble around. Shinsou has a frustratingly unpredictable schedule. He moves in and out of the apartment without so much as a hint as to where he goes or how long he'll be away.

This time you manage to successfully insert the pin into the keyhole. You jiggle the bobby pin, searching for the first of the small metal cylinders of the lock's pins. The clicking sound really solidifies the situation in your mind. You're almost overcome with tears at the elation you're feeling. But that could wait for after you break out of this hellhole and get to somewhere safe. You plan on going straight to the first police station you can find. With any luck, the officers there will believe your story of being kidnapped and held prisoner in the so-called hero's home and have the son-of-a-bitch thrown in jail.

The lock clicks, the door swings open, the world seems to slow down for you as panic begins to claw its way up your throat. You don't even have the sense about you to get off of the floor where you're crouched down on your knees. You stare blankly at the pair of dark jeans-clad legs in front of you.

Shinsou's eyes move from the lock you were fiddling with to the distorted, bent bobby pin clutched between your trembling fingers. "What are you doing?" he asks, although judging by his tone, you can tell he already knows the answer to that question.

His voice brings you out of your panic-induced haze. You don't answer, choosing instead to back away, scramble to your feet, and bolt. You're not sure where exactly you plan to escape to - the only door is the one you were trying to break through and Shinsou keeps all of the windows under heavy lock and key. There's nowhere to go, but your fight-or-flight instincts have already kicked in and even your body knows that you stand no chance in a fight against the underground pro hero.

After closing and locking the door (making a mental note to get a couple more locks) Shinsou takes off his shoes, hangs up his coat, and makes his way after you. He doesn't hurry – his pace is slow, measured, almost leisurely.

You can hear him moving about from your hiding spot, calling out your name every so often as if looking for a pet that's ripped up the couch and is now hiding from a scolding. Dread twists your insides as you sit and wait for the inevitable.

You let out a terrified scream at the hand wrapping around your ankle, not expecting him to have found you so quickly. You're dragged from your hiding spot and hauled up by a harsh grip on your upper arm, colliding painfully with the wall of muscles that is Shinsou Hitoshi.

"Kitten,” he begins, voice filled with disappointment. “You know you shouldn't be playing with the locks. Now I have to punish you. You understand, right?"

He looks at you, eyebrows raised as if expecting an answer, but you stay silent, offering nothing more than a watery glare. Shinsou sighs, rolling his eyes. You're too stubborn for your own good. The grip on your arm tightens and Shinsou drags you into the bedroom. Not even bothering to turn on the light, he takes a seat on the bed, roughly pulling you to lie across his lap.

"How many do you think you deserve?”

When you don't answer, Shinsou lets out an irritated huff and smacks you hard on your ass. The sting catches you completely off guard and with the little protection your shorts offer, it hurts enough to leave you hissing.

Another smack echoes loudly in the room, immediately followed by a barely restrained squeal from you. But still, you refuse to speak; no matter what you're not going to answer any of the seemingly innocent questions he continues to ask. You're not going to give in. But apparently, neither is Shinsou. His palm is heavy as he continues to spank you, one right after another, with hardly a break in between and with no apparent end in sight. Your attempts to wrestle out of his grip are met with a warning to keep still and an especially harsh smack on the bottom curve of your cheeks. You seize up, choking back a cry. You didn't think this could get any more painful.

Shinsou ignores your thrashing, pushing your hands away when he moves to pull your shorts and underwear down, so each hit now makes direct contact with your skin. And it's so much worse. You're openly sobbing now; hot tears spill down your cheeks as cries are ripped from your throat. Your skin is throbbing, white-hot pain racing through you with every quickened beat of your heart.

Your entire body is shaking. It's too much. You feel as though you're going to break.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asks, after what feels like a thousand spanks.

You let out a sob that wracks your entire body. "Yes! Yes, plea--"

Immediately your words come to a halt and your body stills under his quirk's effect taking hold. Your mind is still racing, but no matter how much you will it, your limbs refuse to move. Your tears have stopped, and your once erratic breathing is now deep and calm. You're not even sniffling anymore. Your eyes – pupils white and lifeless - stare blankly ahead of you.

Shinsou places a hand on your head, rubbing with a soft affection that would have you lashing out if you could. "Good girl. Now, get on your knees."

Before your brain can even fully process the command you're already sliding off of Shinsou's lap, knees hitting the wooden floor. You sit obediently between his spread legs, awaiting your next command.

"Open your mouth."

Without hesitation, your mouth falls open. You can't react when he pinches your tongue between his fingers and pulls on the wet muscle, leaving it to hang listlessly over your bottom lip. You watch as he brings his hands down to unbuckle his belt. Any other time the hiss of his zipper would have sent you running in the opposite direction. But in your hypnotized state, you just sit on your knees still as a statue as saliva collects on your tongue to drip down your chin.

Once Shinsou has his cock out, he spends a few seconds fisting himself as he studies at your blank face. You can tell that he's already forgiven you, the dying embers of anger in his eyes quickly give way to lust. There's a smirk tugging at his lips…

You want to scream when he puts a hand on the back of your head to pull you closer to his dick, but you go without complaint, dutifully wrapping your lips around the leaking head as soon as he commands you to suck him off. You're bobbing your head in his lap, giving little choked sounds every time you take him nice and deep, just the way he likes it.

Shinsou sighs, placing a hand on the top of your head. He doesn't pull on your hair or attempt to direct your movements. He instead sits there and enjoys the warm, wet heat of your mouth and the tightness of your throat. The room is silent save for Shinsou's occasional breathy moan and the wet sound of you gagging on his cock.

"That's it, beautiful, get it all the way in," he groans, biting into his bottom lip. "You love sucking my cock don't you?"

It's a pointless question - your reply comes as mindless gurgling - but Shinsou doesn't seem to mind your lack of an answer. He just grunts as he cants his hips, pushing himself even deeper down your throat.

Your jaw aches with the strain and you hope that his increasingly desperate humping signals his release. Just before he's about to cum, however, Shinsou's pulling you away with a firm grip on your hair. Your mouth hangs open, the bottom half of your face shiny with saliva and precum.

"Fuck, baby, you're perfect." He's panting, chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. "Get up and strip for me."

And you do, lifting the oversized shirt over your head as you stand, your shorts soon follow, and then you're standing before him completely bare. More than anything, you want to lift your arms and cover your breasts, to shield them away from your captor's leering gaze but your arms stay by your sides, allowing him to fully take you in.

"I'm a little tired tonight." Shinsou's eyes barely leave your body as he rids himself of his own clothing. He moves up to the head of the bed, sinking into the comfortable pile of pillows there. "Ride me."

Mindlessly, you climb onto the bed, taking his saliva-slicked cock in your hand and lining it up with your wet slit. You sink down at a slow pace until you're seated fully in his lap, face not giving so much as a twitch at the intrusion despite the lack of preparation. Your hands move to stabilize yourself on his chest as your hips begin to rock.

"Faster, kitten," Shinsou purrs, hands moving to grip your hips. "Fuck me like you mean it."

Immediately, your pace picks up until you're bouncing on his dick. He's getting lost in the moment, head thrown back as he curses and moans. Your face is blank, devoid of any emotions despite the almost mind-numbing pleasure you're feeling.

It’s not long before Shinsou is muttering a quiet curse under his breath and holds you flat against him, stilling your movements to fill you up.

You're not sure if he does it on purpose or if he simply lost his grip because of his orgasm but you can feel the control on your mind falter and slip. All at once, control over your body comes back to you, and every muted sensation is back in full force. You can feel everything – the cool night air on your sweat-soaked skin, the stretch of Shinsou's cock inside you, the stinging pain of your ass.

It's a rush of sensations that nearly knocks you over and sends you hurtling over the edge of your orgasm. You cry out and arch your back, walls quivering around him. As you come down from your high, you hold yourself up on shaky arms, panting heavily. You refuse to look at the man beneath you even when he starts speaking.

"You know how much I hate punishing you, kitten, but I think you've learned your lesson." When you keep your eyes downcast, Shinsou grabs onto your chin so that you're forced to meet his lidded gaze. "Now say you're sorry."

"Sorry, Hitoshi," you reply, voice flat despite his quirk no longer being in effect.

"'I won't do it again'," he prompts.

"…I won't do it again."

[got-to-love-a-badboy]

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Chapter 10 - goodnight

Jack Grealish x female character

🔞 CAUTION! SMUT IN THIS CHAPTER 🔞

Will warn with a ⚠️ when smut is happening

"JACK!! there's a guy over there who's just taken a picture of us kissing!", Jacks eyes instantly shot over to the paparazzi behind the car, "shit!, El get in the car", she did as he asked and got in the range rover dreading what he would do next, Jack stomped up to the paparazzi, "MATE! What's your problem?!, why can't I enjoy a night out with friends, your the only one here, piss off!", the paparazzi didn't answer he just got into his own car and drove away, Jack would have to deal with this in the morning, as he walked back to the car he saw Ellie in the rear window, she looked so sad, had he caused her to feel this way, he was pissed of but he needed to fix how she was feeling.

He climbed back into the Range Rover and sat next to Ellie, "babe, come here, why are you sad?", he pulled her into a hug, "nothing, I just.. we've had such an amazing night and now that one guy has ruined it, the press are going to be all over you, il get abuse online, and what ever this is will end, It sounds selfish but.... I just wanted more time with you", Jack felt a mix of emotions, he felt the sadness that Ellie felt because yeah the guy had put a downer ob their night but he could save it, and he also felt extremely lucky because despite all this happening Ellie was worried about how things would be for Jack after, he always knew she was genuine but this confirmed it, anyone that was after him for the money or fame would be like 'it's out in the open now let's just go public! Il move in with you!' But not Ellie.

"Listen to me El, yeah it's changed our night but we were heading home anyway, we can make it what we want to, and as for the picture, yeah it's shit but we can deal with it tomorrow, we don't know what picture he got, it could have been the kiss or just us walking out, only time will tell", Ellie smiled at Jack, "wow, you surprise me Grealish, I totally expected you to loose your cool with all this", Jack laughed as he placed his hand on Ellie's thigh, "mr cool calm collected me babe, come on let's get back, we can watch a movie in bed eh?", Ellie leaned in and kissed his cheek and leaned her head on his shoulder, "sounds like a plan".

Once they arrived back at the house Ellie instantly bent over in the hallway and took her shoes off, Jack stopped behind her in amazement, he could only fight this feeling for so long, she wasn't even trying to seduce him she was simply taking off her shoes and it turned Jack into a horny mess.

Once her shoes were off she stood up as Jack walked behind her and placed a small kiss on her neck, "you want to watch a movie in my room?", Ellie could feel the tightening in her stomach, but she had to reply, she let out a shaky, "um ... yeah can do", Jack held onto her hand and walked up the stairs, as he reached his room Ellie announced, "I'm just going to change il be 2 minutes", Jack reluctantly let go of her hand and before he knew it she had vanished into her room, he thought he had ruined it and the moment was gone, so he went into his room got undressed and got into bed in his boxers.

Ellie closed to door and slumped to the floor as she pulled her phone out, 'please be awake!!', she thought as she text Jess.

Ellie - please tell me you are awake!

Jess - yeah babe what's wrong?

Ellie - oh god Jess!, we've had an amazing night and on the way out of the bar a paparazzi caught us kissing, I totally thought everything was over but we've come home and Jack had asked me to watch a movie in his room! What do I do, iv snuck off to change but do I go back!?

Jess - what the hell!, well do you want to? It's up to you, don't do it because he wants to, what to you want? Because you know a movie isn't a movie right?

Ellie - yeah I figured, I feel like I want to, I really do Jess, I'm so horny for him, but I don't want to seem desperate,

Jess - ok El!! TMI!

Then it's upto you babe, your an adult you can decide what you want to do, but you took your pill right?

Ellie - haha yeah mum! I took my pill. Ok il ring you in the morning! Love u!

Jess - love you more geek!

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Ellie decide on these pyjamas before heading back into Jacks room.

She knocked on the door softly, she heard Jack get out of bed and stumble, it sounded like he fell over and dropped his phone or something which made her chuckle.

"Ellie! Hi, I thought you decided against coming in here" Jack said as he scratched the back of his neck, "no I went to change", Ellie said as she spun around to show off her pyjamas, "yeah, I see, very cute. Come on in" Jack moved aside as Ellie walked into his room, "what was the bang when I knocked?", Ellie asked out of curiosity, "oh erm... I kind of jumped out of bed, banged my foot on the leg and dropped my phone", the two let out a small chuckle, "let me see your foot Jack", Ellie told him as she sat on his bed, Jack went around to his side and lifted his foot onto the bed, "it doesn't hurt that much" he told her acting tough, "yeah well it's bruising already, come on lay back, il sort the movie", Ellie told him, making him sit right back on the bed with his back resting on the headboard.

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Ellie had put the movie on and the two were laid on the bed watching fast and furious, her head was on Jacks stomach as she laid sideways on the bed so her bum was near the pillows, Jacks hand started rubbing Ellie back before making its way down to her hips and before long it found it's place on her bum cheek, "I'm so glad you came here tonight El", Jack told her, she turned her head to look at him, "me too, even after the photo and panicking about your friends iv had the perfect night", Jack smiled at her, "come here", he told her, she sat up and moved so she was sat next to Jack, he also sat up and put a hand on Ellie's cheek, "I can't keep pretending these feelings aren't here, you haven't noticed but iv been staring at your bum for the last hour" Jack laughed at what he just said, "you know what, neither can I, I get the caution and keeping quiet so I am fully happy for you want to do that but..." Ellie climbed on top of Jacks lap, "we're in the house and no one can see us, so why be cautious now", Jacks hands snaked around her hips and landed on her bum, he gently squeezed so he had both hands full, "god your irresistible Ellie", he leaned closer and connected their lips, Ellie's hands began combing through Jacks bed head as his stayed firmly on her bum.

After a few minutes of kissing, Ellie moved her hands from Jacks hair and took of her pyjama top, Jacks eyes opened in amazement, "Holy shit El", he moved one hand from her bum and caressed her breast, "your so fucking beautiful princess", Ellie connected their lips again this time with more passion, before pulling back and letting out a small moan from Jacks attention to her breast, "I need you Jack".

He couldn't take it no more, he flipped Ellie over and placed himself between her legs, "oh you will baby, but first there's something I need to do", Ellie watched as Jack slowly began kissing down her stomach and onto her thighs, "'mmm... Jack", she let out multiple moans, the thought of what was coming was driving her insane.

Jacked pulled down her pyjama shorts to reveal a set of white knickers that matched her bra, "how have you kept this hidden", Jack instantly moved her knickers to the side and connected his mouth with her clit, "oh my god! Jack!", Ellie screamed, this was the most pleasure she had ever experienced, she wasn't a virgin but Jack just hit differently.

Jack kept up the pace for 5 minutes, When he felt Ellie's legs shaking he knew she was close, he didn't want that to be the case for their first time so he disconnected his mouth in anticipation of finishing them both, Ellie had other plans, as soon as Jack moved, she pinned him to the bed, "my turn now Grealish" Ellie told him seductively as she sat on the floor and made him move to the edge, Jack brushed the hair from her face and looked into her eyes, "you don't have to do this El", Ellie sat up on her knees, "oh I do Jack, I want you", she told him, this drove Jack crazy.

Ellie kissed him on his lips as she tugged on his boxers, Jack wriggled out of them as Ellie places a hand on his stomach, "relax Grealish", Jack laid down on the bed as Ellie took his penis in her hands, she rubbed her hand up and down the length earning a groan from Jack, "fuck! Ellie... god", when she felt Jack was ready she placed his penis in her mouth, going slowly at first before gaining speed, she pushed her head further down so his penis was at the back of her throat, causing her to gag, she felt jack sit up on the bed so he could see her, she looked at him through her lashes, the sight of Jack coming apart could have made her crumble there and then, but she wanted to make this as sexy and memorable as she could, she pulled back and teased him with her tongue before Jack put his hand on her chin and lifted her up, "babe that was fuking amazing but I need you ... now"

Ellie laid on the bed next to Jack, within seconds he was between her legs, "are you 100% sure you want to do this" Jack checked with Ellie before he did anything, "Jack yes, just fuck me ... please!", he gave her a cheeky grin before guiding himself into her vagina, he placed one hand in her hip and the other on the pillow behind her head, he leaned closer to her placing kisses to her neck as he slowly thrust into her, he could feel her walls tighten around him, she was close, and so was he.

Jack sped up the pace and before long Ellie was screaming with pleasure, "oh god Jack!, I'm so close, keep going baby", he did as she asked and a few seconds later they both came at the same time.

Jack gave Ellie a gentle kiss and put his forehead against hers, " I did not expect the night to end like this but fuck Im glad it did!", he flopped on to his back next to Ellie, she rolled over and laid her head in his chest, "yeah it was amazing" she gave a little chuckle.

“Goodnight Jack” she whispered, “goodnight Ellie”, Jack replied sleepily.

Before long the pair fell asleep in each others arms.

[staytiny-yaps]

heya! I saw your post about requests so can i have like a Regulus x reader? Maybe Regulus and reader went to the cave together? (died or survived? idm) ty! love your works

A/n: Dear Lord I need to get my act together w my writing. I'm so sorry to the people who have requested and not got theirs for like- months. Hope you enjoy! Sorry I decided you were a hufflepuff bc lets be real, if Reg lived, he would've married a puff. As always constructive criticism welcome, but pls polite 💖🥰

Call Her Mistress

You stood in the dark of the cave glaring at the liquid in front of you. When Kreacher told Regulus of what Voldemort had done, his Master decided to find the locket and he begged you to stay behind.

So naturally, you wrapped your arms around him and told him there was no way in hell.

A soft, cold hand made its way into yours and squeezed. You looked up at the man next to you.

"You have to drink it?" You asked him, voice a lot shakier than you intended.

Regulus' hand squeezed yours again and his eyes flashed.

"Yes, darling."

"And I just have to... to what? Stand here? Watch you?" Regulus let out a resigned sigh as he listened to your worries.

"Yes, darling. Kreacher will force the drink down my throat if he needs, just as he has been ordered. And if I don't make it-"

"You'll make it!" You cut him off with a yelp. He winced at the pain in your voice.

"If I don't make it, you and Kreacher take the locket and destroy it. Kreacher is also under orders to protect you." He says slowly.

His voice is low and it's almost as is he has given up already.

You pull him close and rest your free hand on his cheek. His light grey eyes glisten with tears, yet they're still the most beautiful things you've ever seen.

His silken, black hair tickles your hand as it moves against your hard brrathing and you close your eyes for just a moment, relishing the feeling of his cheek against your palm. The feeling of your hand in his.

"You. Will. Make it." You stated defiantly and brushed your lips against his ever so lightly.

When you pulled away, Regulus chased your lips for a real kiss and you pressed a finger to his lips.

"You'll get more when we get out of here."

"Are you trying to bribe me into surviving?" He asked with a small glint of amusement in his eyes.

"Is it working?" You asked, biting your lip and he let out a humourless chuckle.

"I love you Y/n."

"I love you too Regulus."

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Only a few days ago were you sitting in a library with your love, giggling as he placed kisses all over your face. Now you held him still as he screamed and thrashed while Kreacher tried to pour the horrid substance into his mouth.

Well, you held him as still as you could.

Even weakened this way, Regulus was much stronger than you and his body was currently pumping him full of adrenaline.

"Come on Reg just a little bit more. Please Reggie for me, just a little bit more I promise. Kreacher, how many more mouthfuls?" You stroked Regulus' hair with one hand as the other held his mouth open.

"About two M-" He stopped when he realised he didn't know how to adress you.

"Two more, my love. Two more mouthfuls, please..." You begged him as he pleaded with you and the house elf to let him free.

Your heart broke every time a strained plea left his mouth. His cheeks were wet with tears and your eyes blurred with your own.

Horrible thoughts raced through your mind as his screams echoed about the cave. You must be a monster to put the love of your life through this. You should've done it yourself.

Next time you go after a horcrux, it's you who goes through the pain.

You and Kreacher coaxed the last drop into his mouth and then you let him go.

"W-water..." He mumbled and you nodded.

"Yes sweetheart. Kreacher you stay with him, I'll get him water." You ordered and pressed a kiss to Regulus' head before you ran off.

His hair was stuck to his face with sweat and you could've cried with how greatful you were.

Regulus leaned forward and muttered some words to his house elf. Kreacher looked unsure, but a weak, yet stern glare from his Master seemed to convince him.

"M-Mistress no!" Kreacher yelled, stumbling over the first word, unused to calling you, a hufflepuff of all things, Mistress.

But it was his Master's orders.

You stopped still at Kreachers yell, standing only feet away from the water.

"Mistress musn't go any further. Do not call attention to the Inferi!" Kreacher warned and as you began to back up, a sickly hand popped out of the water and landed on the stone in front of you.

"Shit!" You shrieked and scrambled back up to where Regulus lay.

"Kreacher can you apparate us out of here?" You asked before conjuring some water directly into Regulus' mouth.

He spluttered and choked for a moment beacuse of how he was laying, but soon swallowed the water and begged for more.

"I may be able to, but there are many defenses in this cave Mistress. It may take Kreacher a while." He answered as you pulled Regulus' head up onto your lap to get him into a better position for drinking.

"That's okay, do whatever you can just please get him out of here." Hundreds of Inferi were crawling up from the water at a swift pace.

Your heart was beating out of your chest and your throat tightened in fear, you didn't want to die.

And more than that, you didn't want Regulus to die.

"I'm under my Master's orders to keep you alive." Kreacher pointed oif while scrunching his face up, digging around his magic to gather the strength to apparate the three of them out of there.

"Yeah well you call me Mistress, which means I can give you orders too. And I order you to save him at any cost." You cried out trying to stifle your sobs in favour of keeping Regulus calm.

"W-water..." He rasped again and you complied.

"Yes dear, water. Stay alive and you can have all the water you want I promise you." You pushed his hair out of his eyes and gave him more water.

Your fear and panic was rising and making it harder for you to cast spells.

"Kreacher hurry!" You yelled out as you felt a disgusting, bony hand wrap around your ankle and begin to drag towards the water.

"Y-Y/n!" Regulus' head had gathered itself together enough for him to realise you were in danger.

"Master Regulus must stay calm." Kreacher told him and Regulus panicked as your body was pulled from underneath him.

"Kreacher save her!" Regulus screamed as he began to sit up, crawling towards the Inferi.

"Stay away from the Inferi Master Regulus!" Was the last thing you heard before you head hit a jagged piece of stone and the world around you faded from existence.

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"Y/n... love?" A small voice echoed through your head. You knew that voice.

Did this mean you had both died?

"Sweetheart... please... please wake up..." The voice you loved more than anyone elses sounded through your head again.

His voice was strained and tired and it pulled at your heart.

Your eyes slowly blinked open to see a blurry figure above you.

"Y/n! You're alive!" He rejoiced and you blinked slowly.

"I am?" You muttered as you began to sit up. Pain racked through your body and your head pounded.

"Doesn't feel like it." You groaned, but nevertheless stayed sitting up.

You looked around the room and found yourself on the ground of the small apartment you shared with Regulus since the beginning of your seventh year at Hogwarts.

Regulus still looked like death, but here he was kneeling over you.

"W- how?" You asked and Regulus let out a breathless laugh.

"The Inferi got you, I crawled after you and Kreacher crawled after us. He apparated us out of there. He's fine. He's drawing us a bath now, then he'll be returning back to my parents house."

You looked at him with wonder. How lucky could you have been to not only have landed a man like him, but go through that and both of you come out alive.

"You're a bloody idiot Regulus Black." You laughed and surged forward to kiss him.

After a few moments of sinking into the comforting feeling of your lips on his he pulled away.

"One more thing."

"But I promised you those kisses if we survived. What, now you don't want one?" You giggled, but his eyes had turned serious - filled with love - but serious.

"I told Kreacher to call you Mistress because... I was hoping you would be." He admitted solemnly and you raised a brow at him.

"Y/n please, please, pretty please marry me?"

[nightfrostshadow]

A Cage Of Moonlight And Magic - Part 2

This is a continuation of - A Cage Of Moonlight And Magic

This is a collab with the wonderful @amethystpath-writes  <3 :D

SURPRISE! You didn’t think that was the end, did you? Dee and I decided to be evil ahaha  nice and leave it at a cliffhanger and then surprise you’ll with another part ;) Enjoy!

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While Hero was deep in thought, Villain, who was fighting for his life, decided to keep his promise. He reached into his powers and released them all as a gigantic swirling mass of water that encircled Supervillain, thus cutting off his wretched moonlight.

Inside, Supervillain panicked for the first time as he remembered Villain’s threat. He couldn’t see anything in the water as it surrounded him completely, whirling around him and keeping him off balance as he struggled to hold his breath, but to no avail as the water unforgivably closed around him and slowly entered his nose, mouth, and ears.

Villain swayed as he felt all his energy drain out at this last powerful attempt to save himself. His vision began to blur as black spots danced in front of his eyes and he took deep breaths to steady himself, trying his best to prevent an ultimate collapse. He was so very close to the exit- just a little longer.

He took a step forward, towards the golden red glow that meant dawn was arriving, but no sooner had he taken a step forward when he collapsed.  A wail of frustration and helplessness escaped from him as he clenched his hands into fists, doing his best to stand up once more.

Hero watched, eyes wide as Villain struggled to get to his feet and head towards the sorry start of his cleared path. Her eyes also found Supervillain in quick glances as Villain’s water continuously swirled.

With an obvious amount of effort, Villain stood with an exhausted crouch and began his trek to the exit. The opening was taunting, even to Hero. But she knew she couldn’t follow. Following would only doom them both, and if anyone should make it out of here, it was Villain.

It was with this in mind that Hero decided; she was going to sacrifice herself, if only to distract Supervillain long enough that Villain could stumble out of this moonlit hell.

So, she watched. She watched that bubble of madness, watched for any sign that it was faltering. Hero was a hawk. A hawk ready to swoop down as soon as its prey was vulnerable. Yet, Supervillain wasn’t prey, was he? He was still a predator, one capable of ripping a hawk to shreds no matter how magnificent the bird was. Hero wouldn’t make it out of the tent…and she wouldn’t escape Supervillain’s wrath when she put herself between him and Villain.

Her chest felt heavy, like a sack of weights had been chained to her ribcage, weighing her down. She had to do this, though. If Villain meant anything to her- and he did, in whatever odd friendship they shared- doing this was not an option.

Villain was halfway down his path, still stumbling, still struggling to make it out. What if Hero couldn’t stop Supervillain? What if she acted a moment too late?

No.

No, she wouldn’t fail Villain.

“Drop your shield!” she called out to her friend.

For the first time since he began leaving, he turned his head back. Although Hero couldn’t hear exactly what he said, she made sense of his lip movement. ‘What?’ Either he didn’t hear her, or he simply didn’t understand why she’d make such an odd- and dangerous- demand.

Hero repeated herself, this time adding arm movements. “Drop the shield,” she hollered again, holding her hands up before dramatically dropping them.

His eyes widened. So, he understood, then. It was a proper response, Hero knew, for someone who was trying to escape, whose thoughts were that a shield was the only thing which allowed them to gain any distance at all. But it was necessary for her plan. Hero nodded with reassurance.

Villain shook his head, turning back to his desired path. He didn’t have much time. His powers were continuously exhausting him. If he weren’t so determined now, he might have collapsed onto the floor to slumber. He was tired, so, so tired.

I have to escape, he thought desperately. Villain clenched his fists at his side, as tightly as he could make them, and with a burst of both nervousness and adrenaline, he released. The sound of water splatting on the ground behind him was enough to push him forward. Escape. Escape. Escape.

If he could see the white glow in Supervillain’s hands, he might have stopped, might have surrendered right then and there if only to escape- not the circus, but the pain which followed the white moonlight. It was torturous enough that Villain would have been willing to try his hand at escape another time- as if Supervillain would ever let him come this close to it ever again.

Luckily, though, Villain had the sense to never look back. He knew what looking back would do for him and he couldn’t afford it. He needed to leave. So, he pushed forward. Having relieved himself of such a strong use of his powers, Villain found himself more easily able to move. His slouch lessened, his footsteps were more precise…he was making it to the exit.

Meanwhile, Hero watched the glow in their captor’s hands. She watched it grow and grow in an uncomfortable silence- a silence only present in her ears as she prepared herself. If she developed a ball of her own too soon, it would be noticed, and Supervillain would take her out in a blink. Then he would move onto Villain just as fast. Timing was crucial.

When the glow was bright enough to make even Supervillain cringe, Hero built up on her own powers. A ball of fire- small, yes, but no less dangerous than a larger one. Fire was fire after all.

Supervillain was about to release- perfect.

Hero drew in a deep breath, hands twirling over the other, spinning in a dance she used frequently to call forth her powers. She concentrated, a tingling in her brain. The ball of fire grew larger, larger, until it was about the size of a head.

Opening her eyes, she pinned her gaze on Supervillain.

Three.

Two.

One.

She exhaled as the ball shot from her hands, a straight and uninterrupted path towards Supervillain.

There was no room for thought, and hardly any room for sensory details. She watched her power strike Supervillain, and before she knew it, she was running after Villain- not to escape, for that would ruin the plan, but to see he made it out. “Go!” she screamed at her friend. “Run!”

Any chaos was left behind Hero’s back as she reached the exit. Her breaths were fast, laboured. Her legs were sore from the sprint. But Villain had escaped. Hero watched as he continued running, never looking back. A part of her wished that he would, but she understood why he couldn’t.

As if on cue, a tingle resonated in Hero’s shoulder. The tingle would manifest into something much more. She held her breath.

“You made a mistake, girly. A grave mistake.”

Hero didn’t like that choice of words, especially not when the tingle expectantly grew into the searing pain she’d only experienced for herself in dreams.

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Villain’s legs burned as he approached the top of a faraway hill. He’d climbed so many of them, one after another until he could no longer see the devilish tent.

One knee touched the ground, then the other. A shoulder, then the next. His head lolled to the side and a corner of his mouth lifted into a glorious smile. Villain couldn’t remember the last time he had smiled. Now was the greatest moment for it, though. He was free. He could make his own life, use his powers if he wished- use them to bring joy to himself for the first time in years- or maybe he would decide to never use them at all.

Blinking, Villain’s smile broadened. The sky- he almost laughed- the sky is beautiful. When was the last time he’d seen a sunrise? When was it that he saw such a gorgeous red turned gold?

He thought of Hero, a daughter of starlight. She saved him, not he himself. Hero devised a plan while Villain was too weak to think, and she saved him.

She’ll never get out of there, he thought remorsefully, and she knew that when she told me to drop the shield. But it was okay, wasn’t it? Hero wouldn’t have sacrificed herself if she hadn’t wanted to. She wanted to rescue Villain, wanted to give him a chance at a normal life. She understood his need for normalcy. She understood him.

A tear found its way onto Villain’s cheek as he laid on the grassy hill. He was understood and freed- how glorious those two feelings were.

In his moments of peace, Villain allowed himself to rest.

***

It was as if Villain had never closed his eyes and instead only sat up. His exhaustion was gone, replaced with awe as he continued to watch the rising sun.

Something skimmed over his hand and he looked down with a quirked brow. Hero sat beside him, closed lips turned up into the smile Villain had once been annoyed with and now only loved. His saviour, holding his hand.

“You made it, Villain,” she said. “You’re free.”

Indeed, he was. All he could do was smile- at her, at the warmth of the sun, at Hero’s hand, at the freedom of it all. Villain could almost kiss her for saving him, for giving him a life worth living.

“I wouldn’t have made it,” Villain finally replied, “if you hadn’t been there to help. I would have collapsed. Supervillain would have-”

She shushed him gently. “Don’t worry about what could have happened.” Hero shook her head. “You’re here now. That’s the only thing that matters, you understand?”

It was the most direct she’d ever sounded, and yet…and yet she still possessed an angelic glow, much like the sun as it rose higher and higher in the sky.

“I want to show you something,” Hero told Villain. She shifted, now holding both of Villain’s hands. “You said your heart was frozen, but it doesn’t have to be any longer.” Reaching a hand out, Hero touched Villain’s chest, where his frozen heart should have been. Her hand warmed and Villain let go of a sigh.

Villain relaxed as the warmth he felt in his heart grew and he was enveloped in a warm glow as Hero vanished. He sunk into a deep, restful sleep. Villain would wake to a new day. A new life. A new beginning.

[bisexualsforprompto]

Cat Fight

Based on this art by @gajer-1226

TW: major character death and suicide, please read at your own risk

“...Marinette?”

Cried a panicked and pained voice from far away. So far away it seemed, as Marinette felt herself slip in and out of consciousness. Letting out a hum, all she could muster to say in greeting to the strange shadow who whispered her name, Marinette let her eyes close slightly. Her pillows were soft beneath her head and her sheets were a comforting warmth. She felt weak laying down, but couldn’t even remember when she had done it.

She suddenly felt warm hands on her. One on her cheek and the other intertwined in her limp hand. Willing her eyes to open, Marinette let out a small whimper that sent pain straight to her side.

“Don’t move,” said the figure, who Marinette belatedly realized was her boyfriend, Damian. He inhaled sharply.

“What happened?” He muttered, squeezing Marinette’s hand.

Her eyes looked dull and almost a pale grey rather than the joyous bluebell he’d known so well. The last bit of life he felt in her hand started to seep out slowly as her eyes began to close.

“No!” Damian yelled, taking his hand out of hers and placing both on her cheeks, “Don’t close your eyes, beloved.”

“Hmmm...hurts...Dami.”

“I know,” he said, pulling out his phone he forced himself to stay calm. He began to dial, “Just stay strong for a while. Help is on the way.”

Marinette’s hand was quickly on the arm hold up his phone. She whispered something unintelligible and nodded her head slightly. Prying his hand off his phone, Marinette instead moved Damian’s palm to her heart.

“Chat Blanc.” Was all she said.

“The akuma?” Damian asked, slowly rising in anger. Did he do this to her? ‘I’m going to skin him alive,’ he thought.

With a small smile, Marinette pointed weakly to her shelf. On it was a normal looking silver ring.

“Please,” was all she said.

Then her body went limp before him and her eyes glazed over.

“No.” Damian said, he began to shake her, “No, no, no.”

He squeezed her hand, hard. Almost enough to bruise.

“Wake up. Wake up right now Dupain-Chang, or I’ll...I’ll...”

He looked away and to the ring she had pointed to.

What was so special about it? Did she want him to have it, or did she want it herself?

Damian felt possessed as he walked over to the shelf and slowly picked the ring up. In a flare of magic a small creature appeared before him.

“Ugh finally! I was beginning to think I’d never get fed again!” The black cat bug thing? said before taking a double take at the boy in front of him, “You’re not pigtails...”

“Who are you?” Damian demanded, crossing his arms, “If you can fix this, you’d better do it right now.”

“What?” The creature asked, “fix wha...”

The green eyes of the cat fell on the pale body laying in Marinette’s bed.

“Pigtails...” He whispered. He then hardened and trained his eyes on the boy, “What happened to her?”

“Answer my questions first.”

“Huh?” The creature asked before nodding, “Right...My name is Plagg, I’m a kwami, basically, I’m the god of destruction. And as for fixing her...”

Plagg shifted his gaze from Damian’s, “I’m sorry kid...”

Damian narrowed his eyes, “Why exactly are you here then?!”

Plagg sighed, “Pigtails...your girl...she was involved in some things...”

Damian raised his brow. Coldly, he spat, “Talk.”

~~~~~~~~~

Running on the rooftops was nothing new for Damian, but running on the roofs of Paris was something completely new for him.

Somehow the atmosphere was different from Gotham’s. Cleaner air, more beauty and lights, but somehow there was more despair in his heart...

Damian had to be strong. He’d seen death before, this one shouldnt phase him. He remembered his training from the League, block out all distractions.

Marinette was a distraction. Logically, he knew that, but it didn’t stop the stabbing in his heart, as if thinking that was wrong. Guilt.

Why was he feeling guilt?

He wished he could tear out every emotion from his body...why did it have to be like this? He felt like guilt, regret and sadness were tearing his body apart.

But at the forefront of them all...

Revenge.

~~~~~~~~

“Little kitty on a roof, all alone without his lady~”

Chat swung his legs as he sat on a roof overlooking Paris. His eyes were trained on his love’s room.

It all happened so fast.

He didn’t want to hurt her.

He hadn’t meant to hurt her.

She was supposed to be indestructible as Ladybug...why did she detransform?

Why would his lady detransform?

Was it an act of revenge?

She hated him so much she’d rather die than be with him?

Chat hummed to himself and thought, no that wasn’t it.

Did she do it because she wanted the destruction of everything? Just like him?

Was her act of destroying herself a way of telling him she was on his side? After all, he was the destruction to her creation...

Yes, that had to be it...

She wanted everything destroyed just like him because she believed in him. She believed in Chat Blanc.

If only he had the cat miraculous as well as the ladybug earrings that he’d taken off his love.

Then he could bring her back...

After all, what would his destruction matter if he didn’t have someone to share it with?

She must’ve trusted him to bring her back.

He was touched, really he was. And thinking of bringing her back to be his queen in a completely destructed world made him smile.

And laugh.

“How can you be laughing?” Hissed a voice from behind him.

Chat whipped his head around. His eyes unfeeling as he gazed upon a man in a cat costume.

He felt anger boil inside him as he realized this fake cat had stolen what was rightfully his.

“Give me that ring.”

The cat shoved his hand that had the ring into his side.

“No.”

Chat grit his teeth, “Give it to me now. She wanted me to have it. Me not you!” He snarled as he lunged for it.

“How dare you...” the cat whispered, as he drew his blade, “You don’t know what she wanted, you killed her...

“You bastard cat...” continued the poser as he brought his blade into a fighting position.

Chat brought up his finger without emotion. He would take back that ring and get his lady back no matter what.

He felt the destructive energy well up inside of him until he let it all go, unleashing a deadly beam of energy to his opponent.

The cat dodged, flipping agilely and effortlessly as he sidestepped the destruction.

Chat huffed, “Just who are you?!”

“I’m Kharaab, but you know me as Damian, don’t you...Adrien?”

“I am Chat Blanc.” He said as he aimed again.

Of course it was Damian...that nuisance had always been in the way of him and his lady. He dated her, made it impossible for Adrien to even get near her...

“I’m surprised you don’t want her alive Damian,” Chat said, “Although, you never did love her like I did...”

Damian lunged for him, his claws almost scratching Chat’s face.

Chat grabbed Damian’s hand and quickly pulled him inwards. He hissed into his ear, “You didn’t deserve her...”

Damian grit his teeth. He kneed Chat in the groin, “And you did?”

Sweeping his legs out from under him, Damian continued speaking, “You think you were entitled to her, but you never cared about her feelings. You’re the reason she’s de-“

“And I’m the reason she’ll be alive after this!” Chat screamed as he quickly aimed his fingers toward’s Damian’s face.

Damian grabbed Chat’s fingers, applying more pressure than necessary and practically breaking them.

Chat held in his pain.

“SHE’S NOT COMING BACK!” Damian hollered, “How deranged are you that you can’t see that.”

He kicked Chat in the face, still holding onto his fingers.

“I could’ve saved her,” Damian muttered to himself, “Put her into a Lazarus pit...but because of you, I had to leave her. Who knows if she’ll even be there once I’m finished with you!”

He punched Chat in the face with his other hand, taking a small amount of pleasure from the blood he saw trickle down.

“You can’t save her,” Chat grinned wildly, his bloody face making his smile all the more gruesome, “No matter how hard you try, I’m her prince, her white knight, not you. Once I take my ring back my lady and I will be reunited.”

“What nonsense are you spouting now?!” Damian growled, pushing Chat down into the concrete.

He placed his steel shoe onto Chat’s face and listened for the ever-satisfying crack.

But instead he heard Chat chuckle in a pained voice.

“So Plagg didn’t tell you...figures.” He winced as he tried pushing Damian’s shoe away, “With both the Ladybug and cat miraculous...the earrings I have and that little ring on your finger...I can bring her back.”

Chat smiled softly as he watched Damian’s bewildered expression, “With both miraculouses the user is granted one wish, why do you think Hawkmoth wanted them?”

Damian teetered between shock and anger, “Y-you’re lying.”

“Am I?” Chat whispered, “Fine then. Kill me and spend the rest of your life without her...At least I’ll be reunited with her at last.”

Damian pressed toe a bit harder onto Chat’s skull, hearing the white clad boy groan. With a sigh, Damian moved his foot off. He flipped Chat over to grab his arms.

“Where’s your akuma?”

Chat was silent. All he did was simply laugh. A laugh that turned into a loud and long cackle.

“I see you’ve bested me. Ohhhhh well!” He said in a mock sing song. Snickering, he finally looked back at Damian.

“Do me a favor would you?”

Damian cocked his head to the side, narrowing his eyes.

“Take the earrings in my back pocket.” Chat instructed, “Then Break my bell, the akuma is in there.

“Once you cleanse the akuma...” Chat have him a deadly grin, “Bring her back, will you?”

Wordlessly, Damian took the earrings out, if nothing else but to keep them away from Chat.

He grabbed the bell next. Just as he broke it, Chat broke out of his grasp.

“Well our time together is almost at its end. Put on those earrings, say the magic words and cleanse the akuma.” Chat’s expression went into a Cheshire grin, “And don’t forget what I told you...bring her back.”

Damian placed the earrings on himself, feeling a new transformation bond with Plagg.

He’d never felt so much power...

Chat slowly backed away, towards the edge of the roof as Damian fidgeted with his new yo-yo.

Grabbing the akuma in his new yo-yo, Damian watched as it began to re-emerge as a white butterfly.

“I can feel that this is coming to an end...” Chat said as he started swirling in black bubbles, “Well...” he whispered as he backed onto the ledge of the roof.

“Adieu.” He winked as he let himself fall off.

After hearing the crack on concrete and shrill screams from below, Damian knew...

He lowered his eyes and hung his head.

He couldn’t say he was unhappy with the cat’s death, but he couldn’t get the words out of his head. ‘Bring her back.’

He knew...he knew Chat hadn’t meant the Lazarus.

And somehow, he remembered something Chat has said earlier...about a wish.

It was possible he was lying, but...

With a shaky breath Damian called upon his power.

“I wish—“

[iekxow]

Reposted from my Wattpad

Xiao x electro yaksha reader

Requested by @yoruna_tokito (on Wattpad)

Trigger warning: Mentions of suicide, blood, and death.

Aqua water, golden leaves, and fresh air. A break from your everlasting duty to protect Liyue and its citizens. You sat upon a ledge of a mountain as you took in the beauty of Luhua Pool. The clear and unpolluted waters of Liyue were always fascinating to see, and the trees surrounding Luhua Pool never got old to watch. They aged slowly, turning from the little saplings from thousand years ago to the majestic, large trees that would forever accompany Liyue.

You had lived thousands of years, most of those going towards working under Rex Lapis, who was now known as Zhongli to the residents of Liyue Harbor. The Archon of Geo had rescued you and Alatus, better known as Xiao, from the evil god who had gotten hold of both Xiao's and your weakness, who then made the both of you commit horrible crimes that could never be repented for.

Xiao had been tasked with eating the dreams of his victims, while you had been, against your will, sucking the hopes out of those who opposed your old ruler. It wasn't at all pleasant, to say the least, but to say that the hopes of others didn't taste good would be a plain out lie. Especially back then, when both immortals and mortals who weren't being controlled by a master could freely wish to do anything they liked. You and Xiao both had that right taken away from you.

Before the control of that god, you and Alatus had lived as friends. Quite good friends, who would often visit each other every day. For some reason, Alatus had stopped talking to you after meeting the god who you grew to resent.

You were both later saved by Rex Lapis, who then offered you a job as one of the Yakshas. After serving your duties in the Archon War, three of the Yakshas turned against each other, successfully destroying each other. A fourth had disappeared. He likely caused his own end because of the unbearable pain from karmic debt. This left you and Xiao, the two surviving Yakshas.

Back at the present, you hummed a tune, which you probably heard a few hundred years back, and fiddled with your purple mask while quickly walking away from someone who had just been approaching. Adepti have no need to meddle in human affairs, you thought while giggling to yourself, sounds like something Xiao would say.

For the thousands of years you have been an Adeptus, there was not a human who was as bold and fearless as the one who had just called out to you, telling, almost demanding, you to come closer so that he could sketch you.

"Me? You do realize that my presence alone could destroy you, right?" You were just as confused as you were annoyed. Does he not understand that the Adepti already spend most of their time protecting Liyue and its people? We don't need humans intruding on the days we have to ourselves.

"Huh? I'm the famous painter, Vermeer. You must have heard of me somewhere."

A painter named Vermeer? Didn't ring much of a bell to you. "Painter? I know what a painter is, but I've never heard of any 'Vermeer's in the thousands of years I've been in Liyue."

"Ah. You're one of the th— two surviving Yakshas, am I correct? I expect that someone so old would like my paintings. Many of the elderly people of Liyue enjoy my paintings. Don't you?"

Elderly... old... just who exactly do you think the Adepti are?!? Have you no respect for the very people who protect you? You obviously didn't like to be called old. Indeed, being called old is almost always hated by people, but to you, it felt more like mocking. Something along the lines of 'Haha, you won't ever be able to age and live a normal life.'

"Look, I'll stop bothering you if you let me sketch the basic lines of you. I just need a model and you're the only person who's here right now."

You cave in, agreeing to let Vermeer draw you as long as he stopped bothering you afterward. "Fine. I'll stay for a few minutes. I don't care if you can't finish within that time. I have more important issues I have to attend to."

Vermeer held up his end of the deal, not speaking even once while working on his painting.

"Hey, are you done yet? I'll get going soon. Wrap up your sketch." You didn't exactly know why you wanted to leave, but the man was acting quite weird. He kept checking his watch and looking behind you.

"Uhhh... uuuhhhh... just a bit longer, please."

Please? What a change of attitude from before— Wait. Behind me?!? Who's behind me?

"Well, well, well. Long time no see, (Y/N). If it isn't the other Electro Yaksha. You took my rightful place as the Electro Yaksha."

"Hey, wait up. No one ever took your place. There weren't and aren't a limited amount of spots for the Yakshas. And why are you so upset about the fact that we're both wielders of electro? Above all that, where the Archons did you disappear off to?"

"You've gotten weak. I've been training all this time for this. Hahahaha! I'll finally be the Electro Yaksha!"

"Get that stupid idea of yours out of your head, dummy. I wanted to get along. Didn't you see? None of us ever thought of you of anything less than us five. Why don't you open your eyes and get that thought out of your head?!?"

He goes in for an attack. You dodge. Ten entire minutes into the fight, there still wasn't a clear victor.

"Ah. I'm done warming up. Time for the real fight. Try to keep. You'll probably lose anyways."

You silently curse. That was his definition of a warm up? Last time I checked, he wasn't half as strong as this—

"Ah!" A scream tore itself from your lips. First try, and he already landed a hit on you. Your left shin had been scraped by the long blade of the other Electro Yaksha. You immediately whipped out your weapon, (Y/W). Looks like talking won't be an option.

"Haha, like I said, little (Y/N). Those years you spent lazing around have weakened you quite a bit."

Where did he get so strong? Was he somehow trained by the Tsaritsa? By the Abyss? You tried attacking, but those attacks seem to not take any effect on him. Blood slowly but steadily seeped out of the wound on your left leg, dragging your speed down by a whole lot.

Another cut. This time, he aimed for your dominant hand, and you screamed once again, your panicking voice not at all matching the peaceful scenery of Liyue. Wait, where did that Vermeer go?

Your question was answered by a hand holding on to each of your arms. Vermeer was working with him... for what reason? You kick and trash, but your wounds weren't exactly helping, and you didn't have much energy left.

The other Electro Yaksha had a wicked grin on his face. "Hah, I defeated you before you even had the chance to use your mask."

Tears stream down your normally peaceful face. You cry, wishing that Xiao could help you.

"Don't worry, I'm here now. You can relax." Xiao's soothing voice seemed like a light in the void of darkness you had been swallowed in.

First, he took care of Vermeer. Just a few strikes, and he was unconscious. You stood for a few seconds before your left foot decided to give up on standing. Your body collapsed, and possibly because of the loss of blood. The last thing your eyes saw before blacking out was Xiao's spear colliding with his weapon. Thank you, Xiao.

Your eyes slowly blinked a few times, then opened completely. "Xiao?" You said the first thing on your mind.

A soft voice spoke from your left."That was dangerous. Don't go anywhere without me knowing, please. I can't lose you too."

"I'm sorry, Xiao. I'll train harder. I guess he was right. I got weak."

"He's wrong. You're not weak. I-if you ever wanna train, I, uh, could help you."

"Aww, is little Xiao embarrassed? Anyways, sure. Who else would I train with? You're my favorite person, and you're strong."

"I— thank you."

You threw your arms around Xiao. "I miss being like this. Why did you even stop talking to me? Is it because of the 'sins' you've committed? Have you forgotten that I've done the exact same thing as you? We've both done terrible things, but everything's going to be fine now, Xiao."

Xiao looked down, and, surprisingly, returned the gesture, wrapping his arms tightly around you. "If... if you don't mind... I..."

"Eh? What are you trying to say?"

"I would uh, kinda like to try out a thing called dating...", he finished with a tint of pink on his cheeks.

"Ehhh? Really? I almost thought you hated me."

"Uh— uhh—"

"Are you kidding me? Of course the answer's yes. I've liked you for so long, you idiot."

Xiao blinked, trying to take this new information in. "You have?"

"Yeah. But don't worry, we can take things slow. We have eternity, after all. I suppose that's one good thing about not being able to age. No matter what happens in the future, we'll protect each other. I promise you that everything will be fine, Xiao."

Hope you enjoyed it! Requests for any of the characters are open! (not counting Klee, Diona, and Qiqi, unless it’s sibling!reader)

[soukokuwu]

↳ genre: angst

↳ characters: dad!chuuya, wife!reader, you guys have a child

↳ synopsis: a small look at how he handles himself in the aftermath of the catastrophe.

↳ warnings: implied death

↳ word count: 1,689

↳ requested by anonymous || Do whatever you want have s/o killed by one of Chuuya's enemies or die in childbirth idc which one you choose or how you do it JuSt maKe iT hURt

Chuuya sits in the living room, in the dim opalescence of the moon, picture perfect memories scattered on the coffee table before him. He takes a sip of shiraz as he carefully appraises the photo in his hand, thumb delicately grazing over the smile set on your face.

You were so beautiful.

No, not like those typically featured starving adolescents on countless magazines, covered in so many products they barely appear human. Not in that way. You were much more.

Your kind of beautiful was a smile so freely given, a sign of how tender your soul was. It was that spark in your eye — the one that showed him you were always up for an adventure. They held such an intelligence and serenity that he couldn’t help but be prisoner to them. Your kind of beautiful was a mind singularly practical and sagacious.

Your kind of beautiful... was who you were.

And the most precious beauty you graced him with in this life, he thinks, would be the faint memory of your voice muttering out an “I love you”, a phrase that rolled off your tongue so smoothly like birdsong, forever echoing in his heart.

He spends every night like this, as he has for the past twelve years. A nightly routine, brought about by a nameless sadness which is always born of moonlight. And each time, the colours of the day will fade into the black, and it gets dark with unutterable sorrows.

Your death haunts the recesses of his memory. What was supposed to be the happiest day of your lives turned into his worst nightmare. Chuuya can’t remember how many times the scene plays back in his head; the doctor apologising and the sounds all turning into muffled feedback right after, the blood staining your hospital gown, the sounds of his screams muffled by the blanket covering your hollow shell and the gentle touch of Kouyou trying to pry him away from you. It didn’t matter how much he held on to you anyway, Chuuya had already lost you to death’s grip.

The incomparable happiness he felt just a few hours before had given way to immeasurable grief. And he was conflicted, so conflicted, because in another room, she was crying too. So he did what a father was supposed to do — he straightened up, cradled his little baby in his arms and hushed, telling her everything was going to be alright.

One of the first few sentences he had ever said to his newborn baby, and it had to be a lie. Because how was he supposed to know if everything was really going to be okay? For the first time since he’s met you, Chuuya had felt utterly lost, despondent. Every day since that moment, he has felt his mind being beaten into the ground because of the catastrophe.

Not to say there aren’t happy moments — how could there not be? He lost you, but he also gained an amazing daughter who, he realised after some time, was quite like you.

The first few years had been extremely hard on him. He didn’t know what to do, he didn’t know if he was doing it correctly, he didn’t know what else he should do. He had thought the two of you would figure it out together, learn how to be parents together. Turned out to be just another unattainable dream. But Chuuya considers himself lucky. Even until now, the mafia takes care of her as they do him, because she is, by extension, a part of him. She keeps him sane, grounded, particularly during her waking hours. She is not only his miracle but also someone who never fails to distract and beguile his soul. When he spends time with her he can’t help but be completely absorbed in it, in her.

There’s so much that reminds him of you. Why wouldn’t there be? She is your daughter too. Although, she has his eyes (he silently wishes she got yours, so that maybe, somehow, he might see a glimpse of you from time to time). But there are other, more significant, things that reminds him of you. Her smile; the way it slowly and sometimes unwillingly (when she’s feigning being mad at him) shapes into a grin, before the silence gives way to a laugh of jovial significance. It’s not just in its melody — it’s in the way her face changes into a vision of unrestrained mirth. Just like you. Even her, as a person, reminds him of you; the way she manages to touch someone’s life just with mere words (he’s very surprised at this, considering how she’s still just a kid), and the way she protects those she loves with utmost enthusiasm. Even the way she manages to make Chuuya, the hot-headed brute with short temperament, have a patience worthy of admiration, is remarkable in itself.

It’s only in the night that he allows himself to feel about you; to let it out. It’s only when his daughter is asleep that he allows himself to crumble under the pressure of trying to hold it together for them both. Never once does he allow himself to falter in the face of his daughter. Chuuya feels the undeniable need to be her pillar of support, an iron wall that would never break. He can’t let her see him like this, ever, lest she worries. And she would, because she is exactly like you. If he can’t protect you, the least he can do is to safeguard what you left behind — the family.

“I miss you,” he utters into the night, well aware that no one is there to hear him, to respond to him. His eyes are glued to your face.

“I miss you so much.”

But someone does hear it. She has heard it ever since that night two years ago when she woke up due to a little nightmare about fictional monsters. But she met an even greater one that night. The one that haunts her father until the dawn breaks each day. She hears him sobbing every night through the little crack in her door, the door that faces the living room, allowing her a small peek at her father’s shoulders trembling, his crimson locks — now mixed in with several white hairs — a disheveled mess against his body. She knows he goes through this every night — mind in a daze and wandering in a mist of memories.

It’s when she realises that her father is just like her — not a villain, not a hero, just human.

Have you ever felt responsible for something that wasn’t your fault? For something that you had absolutely no control over?

Because that’s how she feels. She feels responsible for her mother’s death. She feels that it’s her fault her father is miserable. She feels if she wasn’t born that none of this would have happened. And she only blames herself… because she knows it’s true. Without pregnancy, you wouldn’t have died. Without a baby, you’d still be here.

And every moment there’s a chorus of conflicting thoughts playing in her mind: “I’m the reason mommy’s gone”, “I wish I could meet you, mommy, daddy loves you a lot”, “I should’ve been the one, not you”. There are more, but she’s lost track of them as the years passed.

Her misty eyes train on the back of her father’s head. Should she finally talk to him about it?

“Daddy?”

Cerulean eyes shoot to the clock on the wall. 1.12am. He wonders why she’s even awake but he pulls it together. This is no time to be panicking. He clears his throat, subtly wiping the tears away from his cheek.

Keep up the act.

“Yes, my little princess?”

She skips toward him in spite of the somber mood. Anything that can make her father smile, no matter how small, she will do it. But the real tension comes when she opens her mouth seeking the truth.

“Is it my fault mommy is… dead?”

Many a times Chuuya had wondered what was the right thing, the best thing, to say in a situation like this. But somehow, in this moment, now that she’s actually asked him the very thing he wished he would never have to address, he knows exactly what to say to put her at ease.

“Honey,” he calls as he carries her up to sit on his lap. “It could never be.”

He lifts an index finger to boop her on the nose, just to watch as she adorably scrunches up her face in response.

There it is — the same reaction as you.

“Wherever mommy is, she’s glad you were born. And you weren’t there but, the moment she laid eyes on you that day you were born? I promise you, I’ve never seen her happier than she was.” He plants a kiss on her temple. “She loves you, little lady, and so do I. So don’t worry your pretty mind with this, okay?”

The relief they both feel — it’s unbelievable. A huge burden off their shoulders. And he carries her into bed, tucking her in as he usually does, but this time he stays beside her, lulling her to sleep, just as he did you — tenderly, softly, like she’s the most precious thing in the world. And your daughter? She feels safe, warm, tranquil.

...

Or so she would have.

But she’s still a child.

The doubt of the practicality of the ideal situation etches itself in her mind, securing a permanent spot in the back of her head. Fear takes over, and she snaps out of her daydreams, closing the room door instead of going to talk to her father — coming back to the nightmare where her father cries himself to sleep at night, all alone on the couch, then to sleep in a cold bed; coming back to the nightmare where her father lives with the monster.

The monster called pain.

And unfortunately, that’s a monster they both share. And will share, for as long as they live.

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Across the World Part 3 (Dr. Xeno dad! x Reader) Dr. Stone fanfic | A mini-series

In which you found out you were pregnant pre-petrification to your long time boyfriend NASA scientist, Xeno. However, when you told him the news, he wanted nothing to do with it because his top priority is his research. Hurt, you decided to find refuge and start anew in the country you have always wanted to live in, Japan. Post-petrification and Senku announced they'll be traveling to America. As you have lived there before, they took you and your one-year-old daughter along. Now, thousands of years later, you'll find yourself face to face with the man who had hurt you the most across the world.

Part 1

Part 2

Two years have passed ever since your family has reunited. To say that things are finally in peace is a long stretch. What with your daughter trying to outsmart her father and your husband not backing down.

You sighed as you caught- once again- the now almost four-years-old Xenka arguing with Xeno who has a grin on his face.

"I'm telling you, kid. It has to be 0.80% of NaCl otherwise, it won't react," he tells his daughter who is already sporting a scowl.

"No, papa. My calculations say 0.85%," she insisted.

Xeno stepped back and laughed at his daughter's stubbornness, "Alright, princess. Why don't you try it then?"

And without hesitations, she poured the chemical just as she said and stepped back. It was silent for a few seconds until a loud explosion rang through the air.

Xeno's laughter soon followed which made Xenka glare at him, "whatever, papa," she says stubbornly.

"You may have outsmarted Senku but you can never be more intelligent than me." He further aggravated his child.

Before Xenka can retort and start an unnecessary fight, you stepped into the laboratory. Upon seeing you, the two acted in synch together towards you. The two of them are already pulling you out.

"Mama! We told you not to enter, right?" you sighed as your daughter scolded you.

"Xenka's right babe. Some fumes are harmful to you," he says then reached his hand to your protruding abdomen, "especially our little one."

You instantly feel guilty, "I'm so sorry, Xeno, Xenka-chan. My pregnancy brain makes me the dumbest human on earth," you shyly muttered not looking at them.

You felt someone hug your knees as well as hands snaking in your waist. You revel in the warmth your family gave you. Ah, I am home.

You stayed in that position until you heard Xenka scream.

"Ew! Ew! What is that?"

Alarmed, Xeno crouched down to check on his daughter. Only to find out that your water broke. In an instant, he had you in his arms and the three of you are marching to the medical wing.

You laughed as your husband looks panicked no matter how hard he tried to look calm and collected. After all, this is the first time he'll be present in your child's birth. You squeezed his shoulder and nuzzle his neck as a means of providing some comfort.

You have been feeling the contractions since the break of dawn earlier. You have kept quiet because you know that you're still in the latent phase of labor. You don't want to torture your two scientists on waiting for the new member of your family.

Now that you suspect that you're in the transition phase of labor and your bag is broken, it is now a matter of time before you'll be able to push this baby out of you.

When you arrived at the wing, the doctor who has acted as your ob-gyn moved quickly to prepare the room for your birth. Sterile instruments were put in the makeshift mayo table. He also scrubbed his hands and don the sterile gloves that your husband has made just for this occasion.

While all of those are happening, the contractions became stronger and unbearably painful. You performed breathing techniques to calm yourself and make it through the pain. Your husband, however, has been gripping your hand tightly and is sweating bullets. Who the heck is giving birth now?

"Okay, Mrs. I'll just check your cervix real qui- Oh! Nevermind, I can see the head," the doctor announced which makes Xeno's head snap to the doctor.

"That's quick. Is it normal? Is everything okay?" your husband asked, nervousness evident on his face.

"Don't worry, it's supposed to be faster since this is her second baby," the doctor reassures your husband.

The conversation hasn't even reached your ears as you focused on the feeling of your contraction. When the contraction hit its most painful part, you pushed without making a sound.

"That's good, mrs! Give me one more," the doctor put his hands on your perineum to prevent tearing.

"Good?! She's not even screaming or gripping my hand! How is that good?! Is she okay?!" Xeno has been feeling useless ever since they entered the medical wing. For the first time in his life, he doesn't know what to do. All he did was hold your hand and compliment you when the doctor does.

"She's reserving her energy for the birth. Nothing to worry about," the medical professional reassured him once again.

A few minutes later and the shill cry of your baby covered the entire wing. Shouts of victory are heard from the outside of the room. You exhaled from exhaustion as you relaxed and feel the contractions that still wracked your body.

The doctor held your baby up so the two of you can see the new member of your family.

Tears pricked both you and Xeno's eyes when the two of you gazed at the wailing baby in front of you. A big grin broke out on Xeno's face as he stared at his baby. He's finally able to witness the birth of his child. He couldn't feel more proud and in love with you to have gifted him two precious children.

"Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Wingfield! It's another girl,"

The doctor carried the baby to your awaiting naked chest for the first skin to skin contact with your daughter.

A daughter, once again, Xeno thought. He is suddenly filled with a sense of overprotectiveness and intense love for this little human being.

You caressed your little girl's cheek as the doctor worked on clamping your baby's cord and removing your placenta. The little girl sighed into your chest as Xeno covered the two of you with a blanket and putting his hand above yours. The two of you marveled at your perfect little baby- vernix and all.

"Mama! Papa! Lemme see!" the demanding voice of your daughter made you snap your attention to your firstborn. She has been dragged by Stanley when you were prepped in the delivery room.

Xeno immediately held up Xenka and crouched for the girl to see her little sister.

"Greet your sister, Xenka," your husband said.

The girl frowned and looked at the both of you, "bummer. I wanted a little brother," she said lifelessly.

This alarmed Xeno but you only smiled when the baby reached out to grasp the thumb of Xenka. The latter's eyes lit up and a grin has finally plastered on her face.

"Well, I guess you're not that bad Shina," her hand went to pat her sister's head gently followed by whispering the formula of the revival fluid.

You and your husband only laughed at the scene. Not even minding that she just named her sister. Xeno looked at your eyes.

"Shina, huh? It has a nice ring to it," he says as he put Xenka on the bed. The girl immediately lay beside you to play with her sister more comfortably.

"Shina Wingfield," you nodded, liking the sound of her name, "even her name sounds beautiful,"

"You're beautiful," Xeno breathed out without thinking.

"I love you, Xeno," you expressed.

"I love you too, love," he took your hand and kissed it which made you feel giddy. Gosh, you just gave birth!

"I love you three, and four for Shina," Xenka added which made you and your husband burst out in laughter.

You smiled at your husband reaching a hand to his cheek. Xeno on the other hand feels his heart squeeze in elation as he gazed at his family.

The emotions that he feels are overflowing and he doesn't mind if it hurts his image. All that matters is his family in front of him.

I'm such a lucky bastard, he thought.

Finally, he is complete with the three women in his life.

Annnd done! Thank you to those who liked and reblogged this mini-series. I actually love Xeno even if he tried to kill Senku. The next one-shot will be about Senku. Kukuku, see you there!

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Obito x Coffy NSFW baking chocolate chip cookies at home. *coffy is a thick thighs/ booty girl, nerdy, wears glasses, freckles... *

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Under the rain, Obito runs, trying to take shelter under every roof or balcony he finds to avoid the icy water falling from the sky. Of course, he doesn't carry an umbrella, he always thought he was too cool for such things, although at times like these he regrets it.

He bumps into several people before managing to stop at the door of a shop, with his jacket soaked and his jeans completely wet. Frustrated and grumbling, he reaches into the pocket of his tight trousers and looks for the paper you gave him before leaving.

The note is ruined, breaking because of the humidity and with the ink dripping on its surface.

"How am I supposed to know what ingredients to buy now? How were those cookies made? She's going to kill me..."

Slapping his face, he grunts, scolding himself before the grey panorama of the city. He has only fifteen minutes before the shops start closing, and he doesn't even remember what he had to take home.

Of course, his pride is too great to return empty-handed, that is why, angry and motivated not to disappoint you, he sets off again, adjusting the hood of his jacket over his head and running to his destination, avoiding pedestrians.

Eventually he arrived at the supermarket where the shopping was usually done, with about 10 minutes left before the doors closed. In desperation, he did not hesitate and entered like a hurricane, leaving a trail of water behind him on the dry floor. His panicked face prevented anyone from daring to tell him anything, and with a hasty pace but without being able to trot, he headed for the first shelf he found, without even knowing what he was looking for.

Fortunately, there was an employee there, a young man with brown hair and red marks on his face. The teenager smelled like a dog, as if he hadn't bathed for days, but that would have to be enough. Although being a shy person, someone who hates unnecessary contact or interactions, Obito was forced to approach and talk to him, being his last chance to achieve his goal.

The boy was placing products in their respective places, with headphones and chewing gum noisily, when the Uchiha touched his shoulder and scared him.

"WHAT THE FUCK MAN?! DON'T YOU KNOW HOW TO KNOCK?!"

"What the...? Never mind. Kid, I need your help."

"Why do you think I'm wearing this stupid uniform, old man?"

"You little piece of shit, tell me what ingredients I need to make chocolate chip cookies."

"Nothing is free in life, you know? I have to buy food for my dog, I have to pay for my food, I have to..."

Taking money out of his wet pocket, Obito cursed the teenager lowly, who smiled smugly at having won the hand.

"Take it and shut up. Tell me what I need or I'll wait for you outside until your shift is over.

"Don't you have a nursing home to go back to? This way, I'll share with you the recipe my mom uses."

After getting what was needed according to that child, Obito left the shop with a bag of groceries, hoping to have bought what was needed and not to disappoint you when he got home.

Running again in the rain, the trip to your flat was much quicker. His anxiety to get there and be dry, warm and comfortable next to you was too much. Until he remembered that he might have picked up the wrong ingredients and wanted the earth to swallow him up.

His intengrity as Uchiha was at stake.

The Uchihas never make mistakes, that is the first basic rule of the clan.

Arriving at the door, he used the key that you had given him some time ago to enter, being grateful not to feel the cold of the wind and water on his soaked body. He made his way to the elevator and headed to your floor, finding your entrance quickly and getting in without announcing himself.

But of course you were there to welcome him.

"Obi, you really should have taken an umbrella... it's not such a big deal you know?

" Over my dead body [Y/N], none of that.

"You're soaked! There's not a part of your clothes that doesn't drip with water! Go to the bathroom and take a hot shower please, I don't want you to get sick"

Removing the grocery bag from his hand and closing the door, you pushed him into the bathroom, leaving him to take care of himself. Being that you had been together for some time, it was usual to find his clothes among your things, so it was not strange to get a change of underwear and a pair of trousers. No luck with the shirt.

It took him a while to finish, as the warm feeling on his body after being mistreated by the frost was like paradise. When he came out, you offered him the clothes you had available, and although you also gave him the option of a sweater he didn't want to accept it, remaining without a shirt and with his chest in the air.

His heart stopped when you opened the bag and started to take out the ingredients, placing them on the kitchen table and putting on the cooking apron. But by not telling him anything, by not reproaching him for bringing the wrong flour, the wrong milk, how bad the butter was, his body began to relax. Staying by your side, he observed your features as you started to work, your dark hair falling on your shoulders and its beautiful volume, your freckles hidden under your glasses, your hips embraced beautifully by your trousers.

His eyes were feasting when your voice woke him up.

"Come on sir, you have to help me, no looking!”

"Yes, ma'am!"

Both put hands to work, and Obito's concentration managed to last a short time in the work he was doing, before getting lost again in your figure, in your profile, in your thighs, in how easily you managed to make him laugh just by smiling.

Your presence was light in his life, and nobody could replicate it.

Positioning himself behind you, he put his hands back on the kitchen table, working again while his bare chest was stuck behind your back and his waist was pressed against your butt.

When his member found that cozy space between your rear, his hands completely forgot what to do with the cookies, and you found no reason to complain. His movements were soft and gentle, his hips swayed from side to side, letting you feel his cock getting harder and harder just by touching you over your clothes, and his abs acted as support for your body when you needed to lean back.

"Don't stop working, I want to eat those today.”

"But you did stop working...”

"I'm about to work on another cookie, if you know what I mean...”

Kneeling on the floor, Obito lowered your trousers and underwear, exposing your pussy which was beginning to get wet without shame. Almost like a hungry man, he held your buttocks with both hands and opened your butt, gaining access and sliding his tongue from your clitoris to your ass. He brought his warm, strong muscle back into your cunt, delivering rapid, continuous movements to your sensitive pearl while two of his fingers reached inside you and began an intense motion.

It didn't take him long to get your body to build up that wonderful discharge, pounding his digits to the right spot while with his other hand he lowered his own clothes and began to masturbate on the floor from the arousal. Overwhelmed by the sensations of pleasure and the moaning that your man was generating inside you, it was impossible for you to even remember that you were cooking, holding strongly with both hands on the kitchen table while your orgasm was furiously approaching.

Once you reached your climax, he stood up, hitting your buttocks with his hard, erect length, letting you know he madly needed to be inside you. Holding your waist, he bent his knees and positioned his tip in your humping hole, guiding himself into your canal slowly, enjoying how his skin was stretched back by the friction.

One of his hands slipped along the side of your body, dirtying your clothes with kitchen ingredients and grabbing you by the neck, exerting a gentle pressure, just the way you like it. With his mouth in your ear, his movements began, while his mind was too clouded with pleasure to even formulate words.

Deep breaths escaped from his chest as the sound of skin against skin filled the kitchen, and your screams made him feel as if he were being pushed by a rush of vertigo and pure pleasure.

The way your warm pussy milked his cock felt like a dream, a wonderful moment that he wanted to last forever, but eventually, his climax attacked him, thanks also to his previous masturbation, being accompanied by your second orgasm.

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Slip Away Pt. 2

Kaz Brekker x Inej Ghafa

Read Pt. 1 here! Or read on Ao3 here!

Summary:

After a long year of putting slaver ships at the bottom of the ocean, Captain Inej Ghafa docks in Ketterdam for the first time in a long while. She tells herself she’s come back to take on some new crew, maybe visit a few old friends. But if Inej is being honest with herself Jesper’s last few letters have had her worrying about a certain bastard of the barrel, one she hasn’t heard from in months. One who’s rasping voice and light touches have haunted her dreams since she left.

WC: 2, 557

Warnings: nightmares, some heated touching, & lots of feels

Kaz was drowning, again. The water that filled his mouth tasted like sweet rotting death and he clawed at his throat. Desperate to be rid of it, to be free of the darkness that held him beneath the surface. He could never escape, it dragged him deeper and deeper until he could no longer thrash, he just opened his mouth in a silent scream. 

His last thoughts full of all he hadn’t done. Ketterdam’s king barrel boss was nothing in the face of what made him truly happy. Inej.

Her name was like a prayer gone unanswered within him, Inej who he wouldn’t let himself have. Inej who deserved better then him. Inej who had told him once when she thought he couldn’t hear that she loved him. 

Inej. Inej. Inej. 

His breathing grew erratic and all of a sudden the blackness of the dream was fading and he was blinking in the sunlight. Kaz’s brows knit in confusion, why wake from one nightmare only to come to in another dream? It couldn’t be anything other than a dream to wake up nose to nose with the one lovely face he’d been thinking of just moments before. 

But as the fuzziness of sleep faded Kaz started to notice the little things that no dream could capture correctly. Her hair had come down around her face, the end of that signature braid hanging over her waist and there was a birthmark above her collarbone that he liked to kiss.

And then her chest rose, and fell, and rose again. Kaz froze. Unable to tear his eyes away as her dark brows crinkled and moved, oil black lashes fluttering as she made a soft noise of contentment. He couldn't comprehend it, Inej, in Ketterdam, in his bed.

Before he act on the instinct to escape and get dressed however she opened her eyes fully, warm brown gaze dragging over his features carefully. It felt like a phantom touch, and when he couldn’t help himself any longer Kaz reached for her and with one slender finger, tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. She was really there. Sleepy and barefoot in his bed. 

“Inej…”

She reached out a finger to smooth the divot that had formed between his brows and Kaz shivered. Her touch was like an electric current, terrifying yet exciting, and he wanted- saints he wanted more of it. But he couldn’t for the life of him remember…

“You asked me to stay.”

He blinked, and she saw the confusion on his face, took it as a sign that he’d made a mistake last night and went to get out of bed. Kaz stopped her quickly, instinctively panicking at the thought of being without her again. 

Gulping nervously at the look she gave him when she settled back into bed Kaz tried to appear emotionless. “Did I… um did I say anything else?”

Inej grinned then, slow and cat-like so that he was both warmed by the sight and slightly terrified. “You said you missed me Kaz.”

He couldn’t help it, he spluttered, “I-I what?”

She sat up so that they were close once more and smiled at him again, radiant and backlit with golden light so that she looked like some ethereal goddess come to torture him or save him. He couldn’t decide which it was.

“You said you missed me,” she leaned in conspiratorially as if to whisper some great secret, “and I think you might have meant it.”

When she leaned back Kaz couldn’t help the grin that crept onto his face, enjoying the way her dark eyes widened at the sight of it. Before he could come up with a witty retort to divert attention away from just how much he’d missed her, however, Inej spoke more firmly. “And I suppose you have a perfectly good reason for refusing to see Jes and Wylan? Or getting so drunk I find you collapsed at your desk?”

Kaz winced, the last few months had been a blur of bills and whiskey. He rarely stayed sober for more than a day, but even with a drink or two he could still work, the alcohol was just to keep distracting thoughts at bay. Distracting thoughts about Inej at bay.

Yet here she was in his bed, lecturing him like the good old days, and where was he? Grinning like an idiot at the sight of her, arms crossed and braid loose against her back frowning at him. “Kaz!”

He snapped out of it, pretending he had not just been distracted by the way her hair glowed different shades of brown in the sun. “I was trying to forget.”

Her arms dropped to her side and Inej sighed, “How many times are we going to talk about this Kaz, there’s nothing wrong with thinking about things that make you happy.” 

He knew what she was implying, and she was right, nothing made him happier than thoughts of her. Her smile, her hair, her laugh. But he frowned all the same, no reason to let Inej know that such thoughts had him wishing he could sail away with her and leave Ketterdam behind. Those wild day dreams had become an almost daily occurrence and it was starting to scare him, his seventeen year old self had once thought that Ketterdam needed him as much as he needed the unforgiving city. 

But now? With the Dregs putting more and more indenture hoarding establishments like the Menagerie out of business and offering those on the streets opportunities for good work, he found himself yearning for something other than the long weeks of paperwork and intimidation tactics. Dirtyhands felt like a figurehead long forgotten and Kaz finally wanted something he could have. Frankly it terrified him.

“Do you ever think about what makes you happy at sea Wraith?”

It was a stupid question, a doubt he shouldn’t have let himself voice, but it was early and she was finally here with him, making him soft. She took a while to answer, and he kept his eyes fixed on the rumpled sheets that stretched between them until she answered. “I try not to,” she breathed out the next words in a frustrated huff, “thoughts of you are distracting.”

Kaz Brekker would be lying if that particular admission didn’t make his shriveled up heart beat out of his chest. Leave it to Inej to be completely honest. He felt a warm hand trailing up his arm then, and tracked its progress from his wrist to the Dregs tattoo. Even her hands enthralled him, so delicate, and yet he’d seen her use them to grip daggers and slit throats. 

And because he was a sick son of a bitch, that was the thought that had desire coursing through him. Before she could say anything else he let that desire spur him on, making the first move for once as his hand slid up her shoulder to cup her neck. The sensation of her skin against his was smooth and warm, nothing like the repulsive cold and wet he’d come to fear for so long. 

In fact he relished the tremor he felt run through her as his fingers caressed her jaw, they both knew it was unusual for him to initiate anything this intimate, so he appreciated the way she relaxed into his touch. Letting him know she was alright, that this was alright. 

“Do I make you happy Inej?”

His other hand went to the base of her braid, slipping it from the hair tie and watching as she closed her eyes, the dark waves fanning out around her shoulders in a way that convinced Kaz once more that Inej Ghafa was magic. She opened her eyes when his hand fit to the curve of her waist, her shirt riding up slightly as she spoke, her voice breathless, “You could.”

His hands stopped. He felt himself approaching the edge of the cliff again, the abyss waiting for him below full of possibilities and terrifying unknown variables. But also… Inej. He watched as the woman in front of him waited with eyes closed probably expecting, predicting, that now was when he left her. Pulled his gloves back on and turned away from her, from a future away from the Dregs.

Inej deserved better. He could try and be better, for her. 

Kaz let his hands drop to the bed, watching as she let out a breath, never disappointed, always waiting for him. Before Inej could open her eyes he kissed her. Hard.

Her mouth responded to his instantly, her arms held tightly at her side until his hand came to cup her jaw, and she twined both around his neck. Their foreheads were touching now and Kaz was aware of every place they touched, the heat from her skin and the slide of her tongue against his, consuming any anxiety like a flame. It had been too long since she’d touched him like this and when her fingers curled themselves in his hair he groaned into her mouth, no one drew that sound from him. No one but her. 

When they broke apart her hands didn’t leave his neck and he didn’t pull his forehead away from hers. Her eyes kept him steady, if the world was a stormy sea Inej’s eyes were land. 

“I leave in a fortnight.” 

Kaz startled slightly, pulling back to take in her closed off expression. He knew she was already preparing to leave him, readying herself. It made him sick with longing, the longing to be with her always. So much so that he blurted, “Can I come with you?”

Now it was Inej’s turn to startle, those pretty black lashes framing her wide eyes as she looked at him. He was rooted to their spot on the bed, hands resting on her elbows as his thoughts grew panicked. 

The sea is where she belongs. What do I offer that she doesn’t already have? Why would she want me there?

“You- you’re serious?”

He felt the darkness threatening, lapping at him like an encroaching tide, “It was a stupid question I-”

Inej laughed, the bright and beautiful sound that haunted his dreams erupted from her and she threw herself on top of him. Kaz was so surprised he fell backwards onto the bed, eyes wide as he stared at her on top of him, her smile lighting up his dark room. “It was not a stupid question. I’ve been waiting months for you to ask.”

His shock must have shown clearly on his face because she only laughed again. Kaz thought quite suddenly that he wanted to hear that sound every day for the rest of his life. “Oh, ok then.”

The words came out shaky but he knew Inej heard the small smile in them, her lips brushing his neck and trailing up to his jaw as he lay beneath her. He felt the rising heat of her skin as his hands came to rest on her waist, his eyes tracking her lips until she hovered directly above him. When he brought his mouth to hers Kaz thought quite suddenly that if there was one person he would be happy to touch for the rest of his life, it would be Inej Ghafa. 

~*~

Kaz woke to the rocking of the warship, it’s creaks and groans a familiar song that gently prodded him awake every morning. He wasn’t surprised to roll over and find himself alone in the captain’s cabin, Inej woke with the sun. Running a hand through mussed hair he pulled himself out of bed, pulling his boots and gloves on before stepping out onto the sun soaked deck. It had caused quite the bout of gossip when Captain Inej Ghafa brought back a friend to join the Wraith’s crew, and a male friend at that. Then there was trying to hide the fact that Kaz, despite having a hammock to himself below deck, spent just about every night on board in Inej’s arms.

Thankfully no one in Inej’s crew of rescued slaves and refugees was very judgemental of this fact, as far as they were concerned the first mate had told him, what the captain did in her free time was none of their business. But that didn’t stop Kaz from turning an embarrassing shade of pink when the crew called him “the captain’s Ketterdam man”.

He took in the sight of the calm sea and was relieved to spot Inej alone by the rail, the rest of the crew still below deck. The former gang boss took a moment to admire the way her braid danced behind her, her face tilted upward towards the sun as the ship sailed ahead. It still took his breath away, how in her element his wraith was at sea. It warmed Kaz to see her like this, warmed his soul in a way that made him believe he could be happy spending the rest of his life with her like this. Helping where he could, but letting someone else call the shots for once. “I can hear your breathing, being invisible is not your strength.”

He smiles slightly, she’s not wrong. “I was just enjoying the view, Captain.”

Kaz watched Inej shiver slightly at the title, they’d only been at sea a few weeks and she still hadn’t gotten used to him calling her by title, still insisting on Inej. But he loved watching her flush whenever he called her captain, it was so rare to see his stoic treasure perturbed by a simple title, who could really blame him for misusing it? “Are you going to come join me or have you still not found your sea legs Kaz.”

He smiled, how rude. It was true it had taken him an embarrassingly long time to get used to more than a few weeks at sea, but no matter, Inej had always been there. Kaz moved to the rail leaning so that they stood shoulder to shoulder looking out over the sea. He felt an overwhelming surge of gratitude then, at the realization of how happy he’d been these past weeks. “Thank you.”

Inej looked at him, a playful smile on her sunlit face. “For what?”

“For wanting me here.” 

He turned his face to hers and the smile that greeted him was so bright Kaz couldn’t look away.  “Never thought I’d see the day.” 

Wait she was laughing at him now. Kaz narrowed his eyes and nudged her. “What? Why are you laughing?” 

He didn’t want her to stop laughing now that she had started, dark hair blown out of her braid and lashes kissing her cheeks. “Oh nothing you’re just being so honest today, I never thought I’d see the day.”

Inej slid closer until Kaz looped both arms loosely around her waist. She was looking up at him more seriously now, her laughter having drifted away on the breeze. “I’ll always want you here Kaz, with me.”

Tension that he hadn’t noticed seeped from his shoulders at that, a small sigh leaving him when she brought one hand to his face. His voice was shaky when he spoke. “Good. That’s where I want to be.”

Inej smiled, that warm soft smile that made his chest hurt and Kaz couldn’t not lean in and kiss her soundly. 

~*~

Guys this was SO hard to end and I’m still not happy with the ending so please tell me how I did :’) 

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