#multifandom fanfic

[cericreatively]

So I caved and ended up making something for the collaborative crossover fanfiction project by @aubreelikescats because I love this project so much

Here, hastily edited meme be upon ye:

@combeferres-mothematics @akaiuchiha @twyrewolf

[ladykf-writes]

New Fic Series: The Goddess' Roulette

Summary: By the time Genesis was healed, the world had been ruined three times over and was barely hanging on. Seeing an opportunity, he offered his life and blessed powers as a WEAPON of the Planet for one chance to change things.  Now he’s on a whirlwind ride across space and time to become a version of himself Minerva believes is capable of doing the job.

Just wanted to let you know, I started the first fic in this series (largely because it was planned and no other fics were cooperating) -- and it's where it all starts, with Genesis and Minerva post-Deepground. This series is going to be fun, but also require some hefty work and returning to old friends media. Not a hardship, but time consuming.

The premise is this: Genesis is willing to give everything to change the fate of Gaia, to do things right, to fix what he sees as his most grievous sins that set off a snowball leading to the massive damages to the Planet. (He's not entirely wrong.)

As far as Minerva is concerned, he's not ready for that yet. He needs time to gain skills and maturity -- and he will gain these by going to other worlds and helping other people. The people include, in fandom order:

DBZ's Son Goku

FF9's Garnet til Alexandros

FF15's Ardyn Izunia

MCU's Tony Stark

Sailor Moon's Usagi Tsukino

SWTOR's Barsen'thor (my player character OC)

Zelda's (OoT) Ganondorf

This isn't the order I'll be starting in, I may actually add / subtract others, too. I'd really love to tuck Threads of Fate (Dewprism) in there, and I'm tempted to add Revan (KOTOR) though I'd also prefer not to double up fandoms. Idk.

For each of these, he has something to give, and something to learn. They'll all be posted as separate fics, of course, but I do advise reading all of them. I mean, come on guys, it's me. If you're here because you like my writing doesn't it stand to reason you'd like my writing in other fandoms? ;)

Anyway after allllllll that, he goes back in time to Gaia to deal not only with ShinRa and its scientists, but with Jenova in a final fic.

It's ambitious. It's a little crazy. It's a series of stories I have wanted to tell for an age, so I will and hopefully some of you will like it. No ETA on arrival, paying more attention to DW and WTT right now... but it's coming, be assured it is coming. (Also it's fair game for asks, I do know enough about it to answer those!)

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𓆰♥︎︎𓆪 Welcome To The Bakery 𓆰♥︎𓆪

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 9-1-1 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Athena Grant.

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↳ Henrietta Wilson.

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↳ May Grant.

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↳ Maddie Buckley.

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↳ Karen Wilson.

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↳ Bobby Nash.

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↳ Edmundo “Eddie” Diaz.

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↳ Evan Buckley.

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↳ Ravi Panikkar.

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↳ Albert Han.

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𓆰♥︎︎𓆪 9-1-1: Lonestar 𓆰♥︎𓆪

↳ Tyler “T.K” Kennedy Strand.

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↳ Carlos Reyes.

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↳ Judson “Judd” Ryder.

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↳ Paul Strickland.

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↳ Mateo Chavez.

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↳ Wyatt Harris.

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↳ Owen Strand.

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↳ Gabriel Reyes.

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↳ Tommy Vega.

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↳ Grace Ryder.

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↳ Marjan Marwani.

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↳ Nancy Gillian.

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↳ Kendra Harrington.

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 Miscellaneous (Artist ++) 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Beyoncé Knowles-Carter.

Tongue, Teeth, &’ Fire. (☦︎︎ - ✞ - light ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

warnings: possessive (angry???) public makeup oral/fingering (reader receiving), slight dirty talk, adultery, calm dom!bey, shy sub!y/n.

synopsis: she missed you. more than anything, she missed you.

↳ Megan “Thee Stallion/Tina Snow” Pete.

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↳ Solange Knowles.

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↳ Kelly Rowland.

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 The Last Of Us 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Ellie Williams.

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↳ Riley Abel.

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↳ Dina.

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↳ Abby Anderson.

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↳ ((Ships)) 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Riley x Ellie

What We Could’ve Had. (☀︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎)

warnings: rewriting endings.

synopsis: what happens if riley hadn’t died? what life would she and ellie have lived?

↳ next episode

↳ Dina x Ellie

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 Scream 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Samantha Carpenter

Never Trust The Love Interest. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎ - ✞) x Black Fem!Y/n

warnings: listen to 'What a wonderful world' by Louis Armstrong while reading, ghostface!sam, sub!sam, soft dom!y/n, praise, oral (reader giving), slight!fingering, soft ‘reuinited’ smut, sub worship.

synopsis: legacies make franchises.

↳ Tara Carpenter

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↳ Billy Loomis

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↳ Stu Macher

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 Gen V 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Jordan Li.

Bad For Me (☦︎︎ - ✞ - ☹︎??? - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

warnings: enemies to lovers, car sex, slight humor, possessive dom!jordan, got your tea bitch sub!y/n.

synopsis: jordan hates your guts or wants to rearrange them. they haven’t decided yet. (yes they have).

↳ Marie Moreau

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 The Originals 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Elijah Mikaelson

I choose me. (♫ - ✞ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

warnings: breeding kink, soft dom!elijah, hybrid!y/n, desperation, need, man falls first, woman falls harder, soft smut, gentle dirty talk. grab tissues for your eyes and tomatoes for niklaus, it’s time for elijah’s ending.

synopsis: but what about elijah’s happiness?

↳ Freya Mikaelson.

Found Peace. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎ - ✞) x Black Fem!Y/n

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↳ Hayley Marshall

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↳ Rebekah Mikaelson.

A Family Of Her Own. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

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↳ Niklaus Mikaelson.

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↳ Marcel Gerard.

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 Wednesday 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Wednesday Addams.

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↳ Morticia Addams.

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↳ Enid Sinclair.

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↳ Larissa Weems.

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 Challengers 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Tashi Duncan.

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↳ Art Donaldson.

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↳ Patrick Zweig.

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 Ships 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Art Donaldson x Tashi Duncan x Black Fem!Y/n

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[copingchaos]

There are ads here on tumblr as well. Tiktok is putting warnings on videos of people who are only mentioning what is happening in palestine. Instagram is deleting accounts of people who are reporting straight from gaza.

Biden questioned the number of deaths reported in Gaza, after which the health ministry came out with a report over 200 hundred pages long with personal information on the killed individuals.

24 journalists have been killed in 21 days.

Yesterday internet and phone services in Gaza went down, due to the heavy bombardments.

The voice of the people in palestine is being silenced in every way you can imagine.

So the least you can do, is share what is going on. Use all your platforms. Even this one.

[meadowfics]

delivery

hwang jun-ho x pregnant!reader

the policeman is excited for his daughter to arrive

warnings: birth

this is a continuation and part two to this

it all starts late at night, just as you’re getting ready to climb into bed.

you’ve showered, slipped into your comfiest satin nightgown, and are looking forward to finally getting some rest.

jun-ho is already under the covers, scrolling through his phone while waiting for you.

just as you move to sit on the bed, you feel an unexpected sensation.

at first, you freeze, wondering if you’ve accidentally peed yourself.

this has happened before, due to your daughter using your bladder as a soccer ball.

the thought of it happening again makes your cheeks heat with embarrassment.

“uh… jun-ho?”

you say hesitantly, your voice barely above a whisper.

your partner's head snaps up immediately, his protective instincts kicking in.

“what’s wrong? are you okay?”

he’s already moving to sit up, concern etched into his features.

you glance down at yourself and mumble,

“i think… i think my water just broke.” the words feel strange to say, and you can’t help but feel a little self-conscious.

jun-ho blinks a few times, processing what you’ve just said. then his lips curl into a small, excited smile that he’s clearly trying to suppress.

“really? are you sure?” he asks, but he’s already reaching for the hospital bag that’s been packed for weeks.

you nod, still feeling a little flustered.

“yeah, i’m pretty sure. i mean, i didn’t feel any pain, but—” you trail off, looking at the growing damp spot on your nightgown.

“okay, okay, no need to worry,”

jun-ho says, his voice calm but laced with excitement.

he places a reassuring hand on your lower back, then gently guides you to sit down on the edge of the bed.

“let’s get you changed first, and then we’ll head to the hospital. our girl’s on her way.”

as you change into clean clothes, with the help of jun-ho.. the man hurries around the room, triple-checking the hospital bag, your phone, chargers, snacks, and anything else you might need.

you can tell he’s trying to stay composed, but the way he fumbles with the zipper on the bag gives away his excitement.

once you’re ready, he helps you into the car.

during the drive, you start to feel mild contractions. they’re not too bad yet, but jun-ho keeps glancing at you every few minutes, asking,

“how are you feeling? do you need anything? want me to play some music?”

you laugh softly, despite the growing discomfort.

“i’m fine, jun-ho. just focus on driving. i’d rather not give birth in the car.”

at the hospital, jun-ho is by your side every step of the way. he holds your hand tightly as the nurses check you in, offering comforting words and even cracking a small joke to lighten the mood.

“guess i’ll finally get to see if all those birthing classes paid off.”

as your contractions intensify, jun-ho stays calm and steady, never letting go of your hand. he rubs your back during the worst of it, whispering,

“you’re doing amazing, y/n. she’s so lucky to have you as her mom.”

hours pass, and jun-ho barely leaves your side. even when you’re tired and in pain, he keeps encouraging you, telling you how strong you are and how proud he is of you.

"you're doing so well, sweetheart."

when your contractions start getting stronger, jun-ho immediately shifts into “coach mode,” even though he’s never officially done this before.

he sits beside you, holding your hand tightly, and says,

“okay, y/n, remember to breathe. in through your nose, out through your mouth..just like we practiced.”

during a particularly intense contraction, just when you're seven centimeters dilated.. you grip his hand hard enough to make him wince, but he doesn’t say a word about it.

he's faced worst while being a detective.

instead, he rubs soothing circles on your back with his other hand, murmuring,

“you’re so strong, y/n. you’ve got this. just focus on breathing, one step at a time.”

every time the nurse comes in to check on you, jun-ho listens attentively, nodding as if he’s taking mental notes.

afterward, he turns to you and explains everything in a calm, steady voice, making sure you’re not overwhelmed.

“okay, so it sounds like you’re dilating really well. that means we’re getting closer. just a little more, and we’ll meet her.”

at one point, he notices you’re getting tense and you start clenching your jaw during a contraction.

“hey, relax your shoulders,” he says gently, placing his hands on them and giving them a light squeeze.

“it’ll help with the pain. you’re doing amazing, y/n.”

when you start to doubt yourself.. you start to cry,

“i don’t think i can do this,”

jun-ho immediately shakes his head and cups your face with both hands.

“yes, you can. you’ve already come so far. you’re the strongest person i know, y/n, and you’re not doing this alone. i’m right here with you.”

between contractions, he keeps you distracted by cracking small jokes.

“if she’s as stubborn as you, it’s no wonder she’s taking her time coming out.”

when you glare at him, he grins and adds,

“but stubbornness is a good thing. she’ll be tough, like her mom.”

when it’s time to start pushing, jun-ho positions himself right by your side, holding one of your legs and encouraging you with every push.

“you’re doing it, y/n. just a little more. you’re so close. i’m so proud of you.”

at one point, you grab the collar of his shirt in frustration during a particularly difficult push.. the ring of fire as doctors put it.

instead of panicking, he stays calm and says,

“that’s it, take it out on me. you can yell at me all you want..just keep going. you’re amazing, y/n."

the moment your daughter is born, just after three hours of pushing.. jun-ho’s eyes fill with tears. he looks at her, then at you, and his voice trembles as he says,

“she’s perfect. you did it, y/n.”

when the nurse places your baby girl in your arms, jun-ho leans in close, his arm wrapped around your shoulders as you both look at her in awe.

“welcome to the world, little one,”

your man whispers, his voice full of love.

even as exhausted as you are, you can see the way jun-ho can’t stop smiling. he keeps glancing between you and your daughter, like he can’t believe how lucky he is to have both of you.

later, as the three of you settle in for some quiet time, jun-ho gently brushes his fingers over your daughter’s tiny hand.

“she’s got your nose,” he says softly, leaning in to kiss your forehead.

"thank you for being the best."

you mumble, tired from the pushing.

“thank you, y/n. for everything. i love you so much.”

"I love you too."

you watch him as he carefully cradles your daughter, talking to her in a soft, soothing voice about how much he’s been waiting to meet her.

in that moment, you know your little family is already filled with so much love.

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When my favorite fanfic author apologize for writing 3k word counts and more. Like, what do you mean "Sorry, I got a little carried away"??? No love, please don't apolgize. Write as many words as you want. Show us how amazing and talented you are. Mwa💋

[nebulousmoon3990]

SPECTERS OF SILK

[Dark!Paul Atreides x Runaway Reader]

part 1

Description: In an alternate universe where Paul never dreamed and fell in love with Chani, he becomes a tyrant feared throughout the universe, being a sadistic maniac whose power is worshipped as that of a god. The Brotherhood sent you as Muad'Dib's concubine to try to manipulate him, but all you want is to live free, so you don't try to persuade him, but to escape. But your unexpected twist in fate makes Atreides start to love you, his obsession growing without you realizing it. So when you finally escape, Paul is not accepting it.

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Warnings: possible spelling mistakes (English is not my first language), bene gesserit!Reader, nsfw, afab!reader, obsessive and possessive behavior, Dark!PaulAtreides, slavery (not sexual), child abuse, mentions of torture and blood, swearing, mentions of ideas like suicide, use of Voice, sexual content (not recommended for minors, read at your own risk), obscenity, (Spoiler: Corrino!Reader), everything is fictitious and false!

You were always going too fast.

Always fast.

But now it seemed you were too slow.

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You were a slave, sold from master to master, you never knew your parents, you never knew your origins or what made you a slave in the first place, you were just… there.

Being used, being ordered around, obedient, educated, all for your own good.

Maybe that was what drew Reverend Mother Gaius Helen Mohiam to you.

What had it been like? Oh, you had been thrown out by your former master and taken to be sold again. On the streets, you walked in handcuffs, your gaze expressionless as you walked, you had been taught that, as a slave, you should look down, never directing your gaze to those above you.

That was why you had bumped into her.

She was accompanied by two sisters, all three dressed in black, with a veil like night over them. The slave buyer attacked you in front of everyone for your carelessness, but you didn't say anything, you weren't allowed to. Imagine your surprise when somehow, the Reverend Mother approached her seller wanting to buy you.

Her sisters also showed surprise (moderate, of course), but they said nothing. That day you were taken by them, and you were never the same again.

You were trained in the bene gesserit arts, your teaching was much more severe than the others, said by the Reverend Mother herself, but she never told you why.

You never questioned it further, fearing punishment.

You trained in all kinds of things: history, politics, justice, posture and reflexes, trained to control and know the human body and its reactions, trained to control your body. You trained in the Voice, the mechanism was the hardest, trying to find the perfect timbre, you trained your body in hand-to-hand combat, trained to study and identify any poison, toxin or anything harmful to health and well-being and how it all affected the body.

You learned everything.

But you were never told why you, a slave, should learn these things.

And, although you could not ask the reason for your training, you asked about your freedom.

"Will I be free?" "Will I have freedom after I complete my purpose?" "Will I be able to have freedom someday?"

The answers were always the same.

"Only destiny knows, child."

It was not a No, it was a doubt. You could be free someday, that is why you obeyed the Reverend Mother, that is why you pushed yourself beyond measure. In the hope that, someday, you would be set aside and could be free.

You never knew your purpose, but the hope of sweet freedom remained like a blanket of comfort over your heart.

There was hope.

That was until Paul Atreides ascended the throne.

The Kwisatz Haderach.

He killed the former Emperor, Shaddam Corrino, and seized power. He showed no mercy as he brought the Fremen into the universe and subjected the great houses to his empire. A tyrant, sadistic and cruel, he killed billions, his power unknown even to the Brotherhood.

Your influence and fear spread throughout the universe, your presence dominating and claiming everything in front of you, even though your reign was only five years old, everyone already felt the weight of your power.

It was in this dictatorial regime that you understood the reason for your training.

A sacrifice.

Reverend Mother Gaius had trained you to control whoever rose to power, whether it was Feyd-Rautha or Paul Atreides, you were a plan B in case Irulan failed, and although your training at first was for the case of Feyd reigning, with Paul conquering the throne and massacring the entire Corrino house for treason, the Reverend Mother focused your training on controlling the Kwisatz Haderach.

And you only found out about this a month before marrying the Emperor.

Shocked, you accepted it, you trained for it and to maintain your obedience to the brotherhood, but you did it because you didn't realize the main point, you only realized it after a few hours.

The Reverend Mother did not expect to give you freedom.

That was enough for you.

You wanted to be free! You were a bird trapped since birth, with no choices, no peace, no love, no affection, living a life of fear and suffocation, where you could be given and subjugated by anyone who bought you for a price, you were tired of being controlled and handled like a doll.

With your marriage to Paul, possibly being one of coldness and appearances, just to manipulate events, you would only be taken from one cage to another.You refused to do that.

So, as you approached the throne room, with a light gray dress and veil that covered your entire face, along with the bene gesserit accessories that you clutched tightly, either out of anger or fear, you decided at that moment.

You would do anything to escape, both from the brotherhood and from Paul Atreides.

You would be free.

Whatever the cost

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Paul made many choices in life.

Some good, some bad, and that led him to who he is today.

The Emperor of the Universe.

Paul Atreides stopped being the innocent and kind boy when his entire home, his honor, and his father were taken from him. And although he made many bad choices, he will never regret keeping a part of the innocent boy he was inside him.

The golden path he was following, for the survival of humanity, would make him be recognized as a maniacal and heartless tyrant, never as the savior of the human race. But for him it was okay, the only people he loved and cared about were his mother and his sister, and they were both on his side in this game.

But perhaps, the decision to keep the old Paul Atreides inside him, would make him regret or be grateful for the rest of his life.

It all depends on you.

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Paul was intrigued.

He knew the old witch would try anything to keep him under her control. But he had expected that after Irulan's death when she tried to poison his little sister, Gaius would be more fearful of confronting him.

Apparently, she was braver (or stupider, it's the same) than he thought.

Offering a political marriage was a bold move, one that Paul could have easily rejected.

But the Reverend Mother needed a lesson for defying him so openly, and what would be better than seeing her plan fail miserably?

Oh, that would be fun.

To become a tyrant, Paul had immersed himself in the memories of his Harkonnen ancestors, seeking to delve into the pleasure of others' suffering, the diabolical and maniacal methods he had so immersed himself in made him find himself silencing the whispers in his mind to go further, to do more.

So there he was, sitting on the throne in black robes, he allowed himself to sink into ways in which he could break his new concubine. Delighting in the good manners of making the woman surrender to the brink of madness.

Then when he felt the Reverend Mother he was confused for not feeling anyone with her.

Wouldn't the union be today? Why didn't she-

"My lord, Reverend Mother Gaius is here." Gurney said as he entered the throne room, Paul waved his hand tediously as Duncan went to his side. The large doors opened with a creak that everyone had become accustomed to, Gaius' figure approached him along with another woman at his side, it took more than a few seconds before Paul realized.

He didn't feel that woman, didn't feel her presence and hadn't even anticipated her arrival.

He didn't see You.

He waited until you were at the foot of the throne, where you bowed subtly, your movements being followed by everyone in the room "Your divinity."

Only those closest to Paul could call him sir or by his name, the rest could only address him with titles befitting the Emperor. The slightest bit of disrespect caught in speech could lead someone to the gallows, or even a worse sentence, in another life, Paul would be disgusted by this and would be more benevolent.

But he didn't go.

He smiled falsely at the witch, his anger towards her hadn't diminished one bit over the years "I was beginning to think you wouldn't come." No expression appeared on the old woman's face, but in her eyes, deep down, he could see the trace of anger towards him.

Even after years, the enmity between them remained strong and firm. Paul was amused by how the witch was forced to respect him, even though years ago she had treated him with ferocity. "We didn't mean to take so long, but Your deity knows how rigorous the process is to enter the palace."

"Yes, I know." His attention was on the girl beside him, once again his interest being drawn to her. He stood up from the throne, the movement attracting the attention of both of them. With slow steps, he approached you. Wisely, you didn't dare meet his eyes or raise your head, not even when Paul was in front of you.

"I assume this is the girl you talk about so much, isn't it?" He tried to look through you again, to see your mind or your ways, but Paul found himself blank again. It was as if he was near a black hole, a beautiful mystery that constantly pulled him closer to you.

What the hell are you?

"That's right, your deity." Paul looked at your face through the gray veil over you, for some reason he felt like seeing your face. So he took the veil and lifted it up, passing it over your head, finally giving Paul a view of your face.

Although Paul had acted surprised when he took your veil, your face still seemed unmoved, he got no reaction from you other than the almost imperceptible movement of your head when the veil was lifted.

Your face was a truly divine vision, the features of your face were like a painting taken from the sky, the skin as soft as the clouds and soft as the petals of the Caladan flowers he still remembered. Your hair was like a flowing river, caught in the hairstyle you wore, its vibrant and vivid color hidden behind the veil.

And your eyes, Oh your eyes.

Your eyes were lowered, but Paul could still see them, they were a mixture of your own tones that made Paul sigh in ecstasy, an explosion like the immense clouds of nebulae that roamed the universe, their beauty reflected in your irises. Your eyes, your eyes were the window to your soul, the soul that Paul Atreides lost himself in the moment he saw you.

Still mesmerized by you, Paul put two fingers to your chin and lifted your head. "Look at me." His voice came out lighter and sweeter than he had used in years. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Ducan and Gurney looking at each other in confusion, but he didn't care.

You followed his order, your beautiful eyes meeting his deep blue, you stared at each other for a few seconds before his voice rang in the air again. "What is your name?" Your eyes blinked slightly before your voice, the voice he had unconsciously longed to hear, spoke.

"It's [Name], your deity."

"[Name]" he felt the name on his tongue, tickling his mind, he traced his thumb across his lips, gently parting them "Indeed, it is a very beautiful name, it suits the owner." His cheeks darkened slightly and his lips trembled, his eyes averted to the new floor, shining in subtle embarrassment.

How cute you were.

Maybe this wasn't as bad as he thought.

NEXT CHAPTER

bye

[escespace]

Leon: My king, I didn't think you would participate in today's tournament.

Arthur: I changed my mind

Leon: Didn't you say that you was to remain in the balcony to accompany the visiting Lords?

Arthur: It's a matter of honor!

Gwaine:...

Gwaine: Merlin said Lance would win

Leon: Aaaahhhhh...

[bruhhxiao]

Leon S. Kennedy re2 would spend hours watching you playing with the rescued kids to cheer them up. How patient you were.

Helping them with the food, avoiding fights for toys, when they cried for their lost ones…

Sure you two were more than co-workers, more than close friends. You made him find love, but what brought something back to life in him was when he saw you cuddling that baby to make him eat while distracting him.

“Babababa”

Was that toothless smile that gave him the courage to sit next to you and forget all the pain he went through.

There is now Leon S. Kennedy re4 coming home for you two.

He never expected to come home and announce him the news of you being pregnant.

He spent mostly of his free days watching video or reading book about pregnancy and how to take care of a child… since he had a pretty hard childhood.

He has double monitor. One on your side on the other on his. “what is going to happen if you’re in a deep sleep and I’m too far for the one on your side..” he tried to justify himself like the fact that he has cameras connected to the baby “zone” when he’s on mission, everywhere

But there was absolutely one thing, one damn thing that made his heart melt..

The baby, a perfect mix of you two, could never do something if she/he hasn’t both of his parents close. But you got lucky because when Leon is on mission the child is cooperative.

Just imagine falling asleep on you lap as she/he holds Leon’s hands while you watch tv.

just imagine bathing you three together surrounded by toys.

Just imagine playing together on the rug in front of the tv and if you fall asleep well… you’ll wake up to someone biting you.

And only god knows how he feels when he comes back from the store or from outside in general and hears you teaching the baby how to say ‘papa’ while he’s hiding behind the wall holding his chest.

But there are times when mothers give to educate their children. Like that time when Leon bought a toy that wasn’t the baby liking so she/he smashed it to the floor screaming, here you come while Leon was clam because he knew how children can be sometimes.

“You shouldn’t throw what is gifted to you. After what happened there are kids with no papa that can’t afford a toy.” You say calmly taking the toy away to another room.

The child otherwise was pretty smart for his age to understand that you were disappointed by his behavior, but he was still a child so of course he would have ended up crying holding onto Leon pointing towards the room you walked into calling his mama.

Once Leon stepped behind, you felt two tinny hands grabbing to your neck. You take him but of course he has to hold his papa close as well making Leon chuckle for her/his cute habit.

But what was the cutest was when the little one couldn’t bare his/her nursery and so they would whine till you take him/her to the big bed surrounded by his/her mama and papa arms. <3

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jamie tartt | misery loves company

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words: 3.2k warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, shared experiences of fatherly abuse, jamie being a dick for a while, but then making up for it, swearing, pain pain pain prompt: Can I request a Jamie Tartt angst where he snapped at the reader for asking/consoling him about his father, but only to know later that the reader has a similar daddy issue just like him?

You didn’t usually go out of your way to talk to Jamie Tartt… before tonight. Before this. Before you’d witnessed his father’s verbal onslaughts in the locker room, long after the rest of the lads had left to celebrate their victory.

Their victory. Anyone looking in would think Jamie had done the worst job of his life on the pitch tonight — not that that would justify all this shouting — but it had been the opposite. For once, Ted’s team player tactics had sunken in. Jamie had passed the ball, let Sam score the goal. He’d played like a true professional without any of his usual tendencies to steal the limelight. 

So why the fuck is he being reprimanded for it? Your heart leaps into your throat as you watch Jamie hunch over himself on the bench, clasping his hands together and squeezing his eyes closed as his dad keeps going. Telling Jamie he’d played shit, that he’d done all the wrong things, that he's a joke. 

You're about to go in, stop it, when Jamie snaps his head up and spits out: “Just stop it, will ya? We fuckin’ won, Dad!”

His dad sneers, then grips Jamie’s chin in his fist, forcing him to meet his blazing eyes. “And what does winning matter when you play like a fucking girl? Keep taking a backseat and you’ll be forgotten in weeks. You’ll be no one. And you’ll fuckin’ deserve it, too.” 

Tears well in Jamie’s eyes, and yours. The door is flung open, and you bolt aside before it hits you. You come face to face with his dad, but with your eyes bleary and your heart racing and that desperate instinct to recoil screeching through your bones, it might have been your own father standing there and you wouldn’t know the difference. You’d grown up with a man like this one: violent, cruel, someone who you would never be enough for. You would have loved to defend Jamie in that moment, but just like in the confines of your own broken home, your throat clogs with all the rage you'll never be allowed to express. 

Like Jamie, you remain silent. His dad looks you up and down. “Enjoyed the fucking show, did ya?” He storms off before you could reply, but his venomous words cut into you all the same. 

You give yourself a moment, just a moment, to take a steadying breath. And then you walk into the locker room, where Jamie is sniffling into his hands. He jumps when you clear your throat, wiping his cheeks with his sleeves quickly and turning his head to avoid you seeing him. 

It's too late for that. You sit on the bench opposite. “Are you okay, Jamie?”

“Fuckin’ fantastic,” he mutters. You wince against the sharpness of them. He sounds just like his dad, and just like yours. Still, you know it's a defence mechanism, one that won't stop you from seeing right through him. You’d always thought he was just an arrogant twat. It's dizzying to suddenly be reevaluating that after several years of working alongside him. He makes your job as Rebecca’s assistant impossible most of the time. On your first day, he’d requested an outlandish lunch you had to travel all the way across Richmond for. When you’d returned, flustered and exhausted, he’d laughed at your naivety and bitten into one of the cafeteria’s BLTs, throwing the order you’d hunted down yourself straight in the bin. 

You’ve hated him since then and would have gladly continued to. He loves playing games. Maybe, you think, it's just a way of regaining the control his father takes from him. Maybe he hadn’t been lucky enough to do what you’ve done and find your own support system, friends who taught you that love isn't supposed to be slamming doors and scathing insults. Maybe he just doesn't know any better. 

“Is he like that with you a lot?” you ask quietly now. 

Jamie scoffs, standing up suddenly. He rips off his football shirt, swapped it for a plain black one, always so uncaring about baring his muscular body — and yet he clearly isn't going to offer much else, lips pursed and eyes shuttered. “Have you got ‘nowt better to do than lurk round here all night? Go ‘ome, you sad git.” 

For once, his words don't touch you. They aren't quite as believable in the unlit locker room tonight, not with the tear stains on his face. You lean forward, tempted to reach out. “Jamie, I’m so sorry…” 

He cuts you off with a hand. “Do me a favour and fuck off, alright? I don’t need you to be sorry. In fact, ‘am the one who feels sorry for you. You’re a joke, love. Everybody ‘ere knows it.”

You shake your head, though your resolve is wobbly now. Your chin, too. “You can insult me if it makes you feel better. I get it, alright? I know what it’s like—”

He slings his bag over his shoulder, eyes narrowing. “You don’t know anything. You’re just Rebecca’s fuckin’ lapdog. If you tell anyone at the club about this, you won’t even be that anymore. You hear me?”

You freeze, heart pounding, gut churning. Is he threatening your job? 

Jamie is already marching out, not bothering to look over his shoulder as he calls, “If I wanted a therapist, I’d pay for one. Don’t need someone as pathetic as you tryna cheer me up.”

And that was it. The door slams, leaving you in the locker room alone. It sounds all too much like the loud noises you’d heard growing up, and you hug your torso tightly as the tears finally come.

You’d only wanted to be there for him. Help him. You’d put all of your humiliation aside in an attempt to try to communicate with him… and it had gotten you here. 

Jamie Tartt, you decide, is a prick, and he doesn't deserve an ounce of sympathy. 

Still, it takes months after to bury the dregs you still feel. That connection, the one that tells you you have something in common. The question it brings: is Jamie Tartt just as lost as you are, deep down?

***

Jamie was wrong about one thing, at least. You aren't just Rebecca’s lapdog anymore. The following year, you're promoted. No more coffee runs. Now, you help manage the club in more meaningful ways, and that means a lot of time spent with the team. Eventually, you earn their respect with your chirpy morning visits, and soon, you're friends with most of them. Jamie, of course, is not included. 

When your birthday comes around, the last thing you expect is a celebration, but the team have organised a secret dinner at your favourite restaurant across town, a fact you're still marvelling about as you eat your final bite of cake. You’ve spent a long time on your own, afraid of getting hurt, but tears of joy spring to your eyes as you look around the large candle-lit table at so many friendly faces. Ted’s silly toast earlier have already left mascara stains on your cheeks.

For the first time, you feel safe in this big, dysfunctional family. Even if Jamie is sitting on the other side of the table, as far away from you as possible, refusing to so much as look your way. When everybody sings "Happy Birthday", he moves his lips just enough to look as though he's joining in, but that's about the only acknowledgement he’s shown you all night. Since the incident in the locker room, he’s stopped teasing you, instead becoming straight up frosty. You almost miss the mean jokes about your incompetence at this point. The earring he wears tonight doesn't help. It's difficult to hate him when he looks so handsome.

“Mine!” Dani exclaims suddenly, stealing your last bite of cake before you can finish it. Chocolate frosting covers his mouth as he shovels it in with a cheeky grin and a hum of delight. 

“Now that’s not fair!” You laugh, trying to steal back your plate so you can at least enjoy the crumbs. 

But then a voice cuts through the joyful din of table chatter, and the smile falls from your face at the sound of your name being uttered by a familiar, rough voice. 

You look up slowly, half-convinced you're just imagining him. After all, your father had left you alone for the last few years, finally giving you a taste of peace. You should have known better than to believe it would last forever. 

“Dad,” you whisper at the man towering over you. 

His eyes lazily survey the table. “My invite must have gotten lost in the post. Along with my thank you for the card I sent.” 

The conversations around you turn hushed, the team’s attention burning into you. You try not to shrink in your chair, even when your sinuses begin to burn with tears that are altogether different from the ones you’d shed a moment ago. 

You hadn’t thanked your father for a card, because you hadn’t received one. You’d moved flats recently and decided not to share your new address. You want a haven, one he would never find. 

And yet, somehow, he’d found you anyway. How?

Behind him is probably your answer. His new girlfriend is almost as young as you and far more attractive. Your dad always made a habit of shacking up with models half his age. When he's sober, he might be mistaken for a good man, but it's all a mask. A manipulation. Your mother discovered that the hard way, and so had you. 

“Well?” your dad prods, raising a brow. “Aren’t you going to say anything?”

You sip your wine for courage. Somehow, your eyes lock on Jamie’s as you do, and you see his expression. Mouth parted, eyes darting as he puts the pieces together. If he would have given you a chance, he wouldn’t have to work so hard to know what's going on. 

“How about we talk outside for a moment?” You paste as kind a smile as you can muster on your face and stand, smoothing the wrinkles from your clothes. When Ted stops you, concern in his eyes, you only nod with reassurance. At least here, your father can't yell or hurt you. It doesn't quell the fear inside, though.

Together, you step into the cool night air. Your dad sniffs, shoving his fists into his pockets. “You have a lot of nerve, trying to cut me out of your life like this. After all the things I did for you growing up, this is what I get? The cold shoulder? Am I not even worth being introduced to your little football friends?”

Your fingernails dig into your palms, jaw clenched. He's always been so good at the guilt trip. “I’m trying to have a nice night, Dad. How about we have this conversation another time?”

He scoffs, shaking his head. “You’re just like your mother. Cruel. Selfish.” He casts his gaze over your outfit, one Keeley helped you pick out yesterday. “You must think that you’re so much better than me, now you have your fancy job and a group of young lads to keep you busy. What do you do for them? Wash their socks?”

You pinch the bridge of your nose, already done with the conversation. As you make to go back inside, though, his hand tightens around your wrist, rooting you in place. Your skin stings against his rough clasp, made worse when you try to pull away. 

As he leans in close, you smell alcohol and garlic on his breath. It makes you sick, makes you feel like you’d never left that house at all. When he touches you like this, you're still a helpless child, afraid and heartbroken that your father can't love you right. 

“You’re nothing,” he snarls. “I’m glad to be rid of you.”

“Then let me go,” you reply with more courage than you feel. 

He does, but only because the door opens behind him. From the buttery glow of the restaurant, Jamie emerges. “You coming back in, love?” he asks you, a cautious eye on your father all the while. “Keeley’s going on about presents. She’ll burst if ya don’t open ‘em soon.”

You step away from your dad and nod. “Goodbye, Dad.” 

He offers you a final look of scorn before beckoning to his girlfriend inside. She comes out and they disappear down the street together. Your dad doesn't look back, and you don't expect him to. 

Only when he's gone do you realise that you're shaking. You prop yourself against the wall, trying to let the cool air balance you again, but it isn't easy with your father’s words echoing in your mind and Jamie watching intently. 

“I need a minute,” you say. You want to thank him, ask him why he helped, but your chest is too tight to formulate many words at all. 

Instead of leaving like you expect, he inches closer, tilting his head. “Are you alright?”

It's instinct to repeat his words from the locker room. “Fucking fantastic.”

He bows his head, rubbing his chin slowly. “I deserved that, di’n’t I?”

You say nothing, only resting the back of your head against the brick wall, letting the cold seep into you. You can't help but imagine a life where it doesn't hurt this bad. Where your father loves you the way he's supposed to. This is the first birthday you've spent neither alone nor miserable, and he still found a way to ruin it.

“Look…” Jamie kicks an invisible stone on the pavement. “Don’t let him ruin your special night, yeah? Come back inside. It’s cold out.”

“I need a minute,” you repeat, angry this time. Why? Why has Jamie chosen now to give a shit?

“Alright.” He nods, moving to stand beside you. And then he unzips his jacket, draping it over your shoulders. The warmth and smell of his deodorant makes you feel safe, like you're back in the locker room with the team and the real world is miles away. Richmond had always been that for you: an escape. Even when you were a useless assistant full of coffee stains, reprimanded by Rebecca for doing everything wrong, it had been better than sitting at home with your father. 

You pull his coat tighter around yourself, frowning in confusion. “Look, I appreciate you coming out, but… what do you want, Jamie? I’m not in the mood for your bullshit.”

“Just thought you’d want someone around who gets it.” He shrugs. “I know that’s what you were tryin’ to tell me that day. I mean, I di'n’t know then because I was an ignorant prick who took out all my shit on you. But when I saw ya dad come over to the table, it all clicked.”

“Yeah, well, the time for daddy issue bonding has been and gone.” Your tone is bitter. You never quite let his cruelty go, and it rises to the surface again now.

“I’m trying to say I'm sorry,” he says, softer now. “You were tryin' to be there for me that day, and I was a twat. But I’m here for you now.”

Your mouth curls with doubt. As much as you want to believe that Jamie has suddenly developed a heart, you're waiting for him to laugh in your face. “Well, thanks but no thanks. Let’s not, alright?”

“Fair.” He rocks back on his heels, but doesn't take his jacket when you yank it off and shove it into his chest. He purses his lips as though trying to keep from saying more, which only makes you more uneasy. You barely recognise him like this, guards down, mood balanced, uncertain.

“Jamie.” It's a plea, because if he doesn't go back inside, you’ll break in front of him. The last thing you need is to have your scars used as the butt of his next joke. 

Finally, he takes the jacket, his warm fingers brushing your cold ones. He sighs, shaking his head slowly. “For the record, he’s wrong about you. You're not nothing. He is. He do’n’t deserve you.”

That's all it takes for the tears to spill over. Jamie softens. Whispers: “C’mere,” before tugging you into his chest. He smells just like his coat, like the locker room and overpowering smoky vanilla. “It’s alright, love,” he hums into your ear. 

You shake your head, because it isn't. It would never really be okay, and he must surely feel that, too. 

He rubs warmth back into your arms, holds you steady as a sob leaves you.

“I know,” he murmurs. “I know. Look at me, yeah?” He cups your jaw gently, catching your tears with the pad of his thumb. 

Sniffling, you try to look away, but his gaze pierces into you and you can’t. None of this makes sense, and yet you can’t walk away from whatever Jamie wants to say. Maybe that was always your problem: you never could. 

“I was a proper dickhead before,” he said. “The things I said to you... Fuck, you’re not a joke. Not one bit. You’re gorgeous, and you’re kind, and you’re more than he’ll ever be. More than I’ll ever be.”

“Stop, Jamie.” You try to pull away, but he's gentle in his insistence, taking your wrists instead. It feels nothing like the pain of your father’s grip. Soft enough that you can escape, if you wanted to. But you’re sad, and you’re confused, and he’s being careful with you, and you don’t want to break this moment. A part of you has craved it for a long time. 

“I mean it, love.” His knuckle grazes your cheek. “You have a whole family who loves you in there. D’you know how special that is?”

“Do you?” you retort. “You’re part of it, too, even if you choose to act like you’re not.” 

His throat bobs, eyes drifting to the restaurant. “‘Am starting to realise it, yeah.” He hesitates. “It’s hard, innit, though? Letting the good in when you’ve never had it before.”

Maybe that’s why he’s been so different with you recently. Not because he hates you, but because he’s just learning. It takes practice to open your heart again. You want to believe that, deep down, Jamie is a good person. The kind of person who deserved your kindness that day. 

All you can say is, “Yeah. Yeah, it is.”

“Maybe it’d be easier if… if we could be friends.” He’s timid, ducking his head like a schoolboy. 

It’s endearing, aggravatingly so. He could get away with murder as long as he keeps smirking at you like that. 

Defeated, you slump and take his hand. “I only ever wanted you to know that I understand, Jamie. That you’re not alone.”

“I know. Just wasn’t ready to hear it.” He pulls you close. “I am now, love. I promise.” 

You shiver, and he wraps his arms around you again, slowly leading you back into the warmth of the restaurant. For once, it feels like you’re leaving the hurt behind as you return to your friends. Jamie doesn’t sit down at the other end of the table this time, either. In fact, his hand stays in yours until the restaurant closes hours later.

[ladythornofrivia]

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the regular

the salesman / recruiter x f!reader

you stalk the man you have a crush on, unaware of what you signed yourself up for

warnings: MDNI!! NSFW!! SMUT!! smut with plot. the salesman is not a manic when it comes to sex here but he is fully dominant. unprotected p in v. degradation and praise. fingering (r receiving). squirting. sugar daddy/marriage situation at the end. stalking from both parties, fainting, squid game does exist here unfortunately.

it’s like clockwork.

every morning at exactly 7:55 a.m., the door chimes as he steps into the café. you don’t even need to look up to know it's him.

the sound of polished shoes against the tile floor, the subtle rustle of his suit jacket as he adjusts the strap of his briefcase...everything about him is precise, practiced, proper.

he never lingers at the counter. the man's eyes, dark and unreadable, meet yours just long enough for a polite nod before he places the same order.

"extra hot flat white, toasted bread."

by 8:05 a.m., he is gone.

this morning is different.

"could i buy your entire stock of bread?"

you blink, pausing mid-motion as you grab the usual slice for the toaster.

"um… all of it?"

"yes."

you glance at the display case, filled with neatly stacked loaves and slices.

"sir, i—i mean, that’s a lot of bread. are you throwing a party or something?"

the man's lips twitch in the faintest hint of amusement, but his expression remains unreadable.

"something like that."

your fingers tighten around the edge of the counter, his voice is smooth, almost too smooth, like he’s used to making deals, like he’s negotiating something bigger than just a bulk order of bread.

it's the way he looks at you, like you're just a fleeting moment in his day, like you’re nothing more than the barista who makes his coffee exactly the way he likes it.

well. that’s just annoying.

so what if you’re younger? ten, fifteen years, maybe? he’s still ridiculously handsome. sharp cheekbones, neatly styled hair, the kind of face that could belong to a politician or a conman... and that voice, ugh!

you try. oh, you try.

"you know," you say, leaning forward just slightly, just enough to see if he’ll react.

"if you needed a personal baker, you could’ve just asked. I can make you more sometime?"

nothing.

well, thats just fucking embarrassing!

there is not a single flicker of interest, not even an awkward chuckle. just a small, polite smile before he slides a crisp bill across the counter.

"will this cover it?"

ugh.

"yeah, sure," you mutter, ringing up the transaction.

"hope your bread party is fun or whatever."

he doesn’t notice. or, at least, he pretends not to.

so, naturally, you take extreme measures.

there's something about him. something that lingers in the back of your mind long after his scent, clean, crisp cologne, slightly sweet, fades from the café.

something that keeps you up at night, thinking about that damn briefcase he always carries, the way he speaks so precisely, the way he never seems rushed even though he always leaves at exactly 8:05.

so, you start following him.

just a little. just… casually.

after your shift, you wander the same streets you know he walks down, trailing behind just far enough to not be suspicious.

for the most part, he’s normal. he walks, sometimes stopping for a cigarette, sometimes adjusting his tie in a store window reflection.

then there’s the other thing.

the games.

on the subway, in the parks, outside convenience stores...he’s always talking to someone, always pulling out those strange little red and blue paper cards, always making people hesitate before shaking his hand.

it’s weird. really weird.

your crush is stronger than your common sense. so you choose to believe it’s normal.

what you don’t know is that he knows.

he knew the second time he caught your reflection in a train window. the third time, when you hid behind a newspaper stand, thinking you were clever.

the fourth time, when you actually tripped trying to follow him across a street.

he’s been followed before. he’s been hunted before by gi hun.

this?

this is something new.

it amuses him.

so one evening, as you’re trailing a comfortable distance behind, watching as he steps into yet another subway station, you don’t notice him disappear from your line of sight.

until—

"you know," his voice suddenly purrs beside your ear, "if you wanted to spend time with me, you could’ve just asked."

you freeze.

your breath catches as you whirl around, only to find him right there. closer than he’s ever been, his sharp eyes flickering with something far more knowing than the polite indifference you’re used to.

shit.

"i—" you swallow hard.

"uh. i wasn’t—"

"following me?" he offers smoothly.

"…no?"

he smiles. it’s not a comforting smile.

"hm." he steps back, straightening his tie as if this is all just a casual encounter, as if he is the one who ran into you.

"then tell me, why has the local café’s barista been showing up at every subway station i visit?"

your ears burn.

"coincidence?" you try, weakly.

"mm." he tilts his head slightly.

"do you think i’m an idiot?"

"no! no, of course not, you’re actually—" you stop yourself before you say insanely attractive.

"uh, really smart. obviously. i just—"

he waits.

you deflate.

"fine," you mutter.

"maybe i was curious. you’re weird, okay? i mean, what do you even do? you just… walk around all day playing games with strangers?"

the man's smile doesn’t fade. if anything, it deepens.

"i recruit people," he says, simply.

you blink.

"for what?"

he steps closer again, and this time, when he looks at you, really looks at you, it sends a strange thrill down your spine.

"you ask too many questions," he murmurs.

your lips part, a protest ready on your tongue, but he reaches into his pocket, slowly, deliberately, and pulls out one of those little red and blue cards.

"tell me," he says, flipping it between his fingers with an ease that makes your stomach flip.

"do you like playing games?"

however, you are not going to be playing the games that other people usually do.

the man took you across town, and suddenly you're in a old hotel room, completely naked and handcuffed as he stands over you so casually, still dressed.

you passed out, somewhere in between getting in the taxi with the man and being here, but at least you woke up.

“you know, i had my eye on you for a while, y/n l/n.” he first said. he stood above you, looking you in the eye as if your whole body wasn’t on display for his arousal. you couldn’t speak as he reached over, his thumb brushing over your cheek.

“y-yo-you did?” you asked, your face showing shock but your eyes showing admiration for the very unusual man.

“yes, of course i did. i told you about my organization, and you were going to be someone that we were gonna recruit eventually.. well if—” he chuckled as he stopped talking. 

“if what?” you asked.

“i can tell you that later,” the man, still dressed fully in his nice suit, leaned in on top of your body. he started to roughly kiss you. your soft lips against his slightly chapped ones. 

the man’s hands gripped your naked waist as you whimpered, moving you since your ropes couldn’t make you move on your own. he adjusted you so you were right underneath him. 

yes, maybe you should be questioning why one of your regulars at work made you pass out from something, took you to some hotel, and now has you naked and tied up. however, the scent of his spicy cologne made your mind wander into what happens next. plus his lips moving along your face and tracing couldn’t make you think straight.

“you’re so beautiful,” he murmured against your jawline, his voice deep. 

“and here i was thinking that you couldn’t take my hints.” you whisper as the man kissed along your collarbone. you could feel something press up against your inner thigh.. maybe it was his belt on his suit? maybe his cock… even better!

“you made it obvious when you started offering free stuff, knowing damn well i could pay for it myself.” the recruiter moved his calloused hands to your left underboob, purposely teasing you by avoiding your nipple. you arched so you could silently tell him what you wanted. 

“how long have you been wanting this?” the salesman smirks. he looks up at you with a smirk before he blows lightly on your nipple, the little bud getting perky. your jaw dropped, the feeling all too good yet unfamiliar.

“for a while, sir.” you respond. 

“how long is a while?” the salesman teases as he fully traces your nipple with his tongue, his other hand satisfying your other boob. your little noises told him that you were loving this just as much as he does.  

“since you started coming in around three months ago..” 

the man took his time with your boobs, hoping to break you apart inch by inch. you already feel yourself soaked in-between your legs, your wetness hitting the sheets on the hotel bed.

you couldn’t help but arch into him when his head reached down in-between your thighs. the man took his rough pointer and middle finger, and spread your labia’s. he sees how truly wet you are. 

feeling kind of embarrassed, you moved your head so it was against your arm, the arm that is tied to the bed. “look at me, don’t you dare turn away from me,” he commanded, moving up and using his hand to cup your jaw.

you obeyed. 

“good girl.” he gave his nice smile that you were used to seeing every morning at 7:55am. 

suddenly, you squealed when you felt a pressure going into your wet core. the salesman’s two big fingers went inside of you while you used his thumb to satisfy your little clit. he sits on his knees on the hotel bed, still fully dressed while he watches the waves of pleasure rolling through you. the salesman is clearly experienced, his fingers curled inside you, thrusting and smoothing against that spongy spot that made your breath catch and your pussy throb so much more. 

you loudly moaned while looking into the man’s eyes, feeling overwhelmed by pleasure. you would not be surprised if he thought you were a desperate slut. you followed him outside of work, but yet, it's not like he was mentally sane either. 

he stared down at you and the moment so intimate. the man’s eyes locked on yours, two finger buried inside your pussy and a thumb rubbing your clit, giving you more pleasure your fingers could ever manage to. your pussy started clenching around his large and wet fingers (thanks to you). 

suddenly, that triple pulse around his fingers told him all he needed to know. he leaned over your body, his free hand grabbing your neck while his lips graze your ear. 

“i want you to cum around my fingers. do not fucking hold back. i want to see you fucking cum like the whore you are.”

the degradation pushed you over the edge, your orgasm going all over his hands and onto the bed. the man’s glowing skin among the warm hotel lamp turned you on much more. you were sensitive, but you were going to get some dick. 

again like earlier, his lips trailed down your neck softly again. 

he started unbuttoning his suit and you felt yourself getting excited. he knows you are too, he chuckled when you started getting wetter at the sight of him getting naked with you. 

he pressed a kiss on your clit before he fully pulled himself off, taking his suit off. 

“wait–” you said. 

the man looked at you after taking off his shirt, his muscles screaming at you to be kissed on. 

“yes, miss?” he smirked. 

“i want to take that off.” you motioned to his belt and his pants. 

“how if you���re tied to the bed?” the salesman nodded at the robes, finding the moment amusing. 

fuck, he’s right. 

you suffered while watching him unbuckle his belt before unzipping his pants. this is like unwrapping a christmas present of yours or something. you could tell that hes huge from the way that his bulge poked out from the freed zipper.

once he took off everything, its like your entire body started to water. your pussy started to clench onto nothing, your mouth watered, and you could feel your tears starting to prepare itself by the way that you question… how all of that.. will fit inside of you. 

you exhaled his hard cock moving closer to your center. the salesman’s thick tip started kissing along your clit and outside walls, making you whine in desperation. 

“from now on, who’s pussy is this?” the salesman asked, his cock tracing along your hole. you tried to push your body forward so he’d slip in, but the robes were too tight. 

“its yours, it will always be yours—” you whispered, almost saying his name before you realized that you didn;t even know his name.

gosh, you were about to fuck a man whos name that you didn’t even know of!

“yes it will,” he finally pushed into your walls. your moan sounded like it come from a porno by the way that his cock stretched your walls out.

“gosh, you’re so full of me.” he says, looking down at you as you watch his cock pumping in and out of you. he didn’t give you time to adjust, but luckily you were wet enough to handle his large dick. 

you tilted your head back onto the pillow, your eyes rolling back due to the amount of pleasure you’re feeling at once. the man’s rough fingers gripped onto your inner thighs painfully, hoping to leave marks. 

it seems like he already knows your body super well, as his fat tip keeps slamming against the sweet spot inside you and he turns his head so he can kiss along your ankle . 

“my little princess,” he said, looking down at your pussy wetting his cock entirely, “you’re being such a good little slut for me. such a pretty pussy.”

“i’m all yours.” you reassure, even though he already knows and will make sure of it. you reached down and gripped his strong hands that are gripped onto your thighs. your juices soaked his cock inside you as your eyes started to roll back from the pleasure again. 

you couldn’t even process what was happening before you squirted all over his cock, wetting his cock, his balls, and the bedsheets below you both. the man fully fucks you through your orgasm before releasing inside of you. 

afterwards, the salesman reached down and placed a soft kiss on the front of your shoulder before wrapping his hand around your neck to bring you closer. you guys started making out for a few minutes, your nake body below his. this felt intimate. 

the man’s cock never left your sensitive pussy, you still felt so full as you whimpered against the man’s lips. 

“we need to make an agreement, y/n.” he pulls out of your pussy, sitting up with his arms on both sides of your head. you look up at him, wondering what he meant as you were still coming down from your high. 

“huh?” you ask, your lust filled eyes looking up at his dark ones. 

“our agreement. i have a few terms i want you to follow if you want to be in financial comfort for the rest of your life.” the salesman says. 

you look up at the robs tied to the bed.

“can you untie me first?” 

the salesman nods, before reaching over and untying your hands. the robe marks on your wrists were bruised and present, but it's okay to you. 

“what are the agreements? can you at least tell me your name first?” 

the man shook his head,

“until you agree, i cannot tell you my name.” 

the man’s eyes linger on you. again, on your eyes and not your naked figure. he is calm but calculating, as if he’s already mapped out every thought running through your head after your sex. he reaches into his briefcase that is on the bed, and pulls out two red and blue cards. 

this time, he doesn't offer it to you like you’ve seen him do with other people. instead, he lets it fall to the ground like it doesn’t matter.

“see y/n, the thing with you is that you don’t have to play games,” he says smoothly, his voice low and deliberate.

you blink, still frozen in place, your pulse thrumming in your ears. 

“what?”

he looks over at you sitting on the bed, still naked. the confusion on your face is understandable. he turns over and still talks to you while putting his suit back on. 

“there’s another way that i can help you. one that doesn’t involve risks... or debts.”

your stomach twists. the word debts hits like a brick to the chest. you try to keep your face neutral, but you know he sees the flicker in your eyes…the panic, the shame.  

“i-i don’t know what you’re talking about,” you lie weakly.

the man smile sharpens, but there’s no warmth behind it. 

“don’t do that. i know about your debt, y/n.”

the sound of your name falling from his lips makes your skin prickle. you didn’t tell him your name once while working at the cafe. you are not required to wear nametags either, so how did he know? now you are more aware now that you aren’t fully high on lust. 

“i know exactly how much you owe,” he continued, calm and assured, “its 150 million won. i know that if you miss just one more payment, there will be loan sharks at your door. you’re what... a few thousand won away from losing everything?”

your throat tightens, heat rushing to your face. how does he know all of this?

he watches you squirm on the bed, soaking in the silence before he speaks again. 

“you work six days a week at that café, and it’s still not enough. i see you everyday working for extra shifts, tips, while still barely scraping by. you hand me my coffee with that smile, but your hands? they shake. from stress. from exhaustion.” he pauses. “from fear.”

you hate how accurate he is.  

“so here’s what i’m offering,” he says, voice soft but commanding, “quit your job. call your manager right now and marry me.”

you blink hard, thinking you must’ve misheard him. you crawl over to sit beside him on the hotel bed. he is halfway changed, only his pants are put back on as he fixes the wrinkles on his blazer.

“w-what?” your voice cracks.

“you heard me.” his face remains unreadable, not a trace of humor or sarcasm. 

“marry me. move into my home. i’ll take care of everything…your debts, your needs, your future. you’ll never have to experience financial discomfort ever again as my wife.”

“this... this is a joke, right? i know we had sex but–” you laugh nervously, but your chest tightens. he isn’t laughing.

“i don’t joke about offers like this,” he says, tone still maddeningly calm.

“but why?” you ask, your voice cracking again. 

“why would you want me?”

the man’s eyes flicker with something you can’t quite place. 

“you’re interesting,” he says simply. 

“different. i see the way you watch me in the mornings. how you try to flirt, how you wonder who i am. i like that curiosity. it’s rare for someone like you, for someone so beautiful.”

you swallow hard, your hands trembling now. this was insane. he is insane.

but... he was right about the debt.  

he was right about how close you were to losing everything.  

the idea of never having to worry again, never having to count coins or skip meals, and being with a sexy man like him with good sex… it feels like a lifeline.  

“i... i don’t even know you that well yet,” you whisper.

“you will,” he promises, taking another step forward, his presence overwhelming. 

“and i’ll make sure you’re taken care of. fully. you’ll never need to lift a finger again. i’ll get to do my work and you can just be comfortable and pretty.”

your heart pounds in your chest. the logical part of your brain screams at you to run, to say no, to escape this bizarre, twisted proposal.

the other part, the part that’s drowning in bills, in fear, in hopelessness, and in love… sees this for what it is.  

an escape.  

your escape.  

you swallow hard, your voice barely audible. 

“okay,”

the salesman's smile is slow, dangerous. there’s something almost... satisfied behind it. like he knew you’d say yes all along.

“i’ll marry you, i’ll quit my job and i’ll live with you.”

“good girl,” he murmurs. 

“you just made the choice that saved your life.”  

you shiver, unsure if that was a promise or a warning. maybe both.

“well, tell me sir… what is your name? since i should know what my husband's name is.” 

you swallow. 

he looks back at you with a nice smile, a smile with some warmth behind it. 

“it's gong yoo, my beautiful wife.”

part two here: 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑛

masterlist

[stupidcvpid]

Bakugou’s Playlist about you

CW: toxicity, sexual themes, swearing, self-loathing, Romantic themes, sensual themes

His thoughts behind most of the songs:

Realistically, I feel like Bakugou is the type of person to “make” a playlist about you, but it's just songs he really likes.

This song is good = reminds me of (y/n)

Nonetheless, these are some songs I think would symbolize his inner monologue.

I researched these songs, and the vibe he releases is rock and ballads. I tried avoiding a lot of songs that were a bit too pop and went for more of a “rock ballad” sound. I also feel like he'd add softer rock and rap since you're his soft spot (teehee)

The undertones of some of the songs are toxic but I think it adds to his mindset and a lot of his in-show relationships (His journey of self-loathing himself and thinking less of himself/thinking someone so good is above him)

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Tear You Apart - She Wants Revenge

[ “They took a step back, thought about it, what should they do”

“‘Cause there's always repercussions when you're dating in school”

“But their lips met, and reservations started to pass”

“Whether this was just an evening or a thing that would last” ]

He’s passionate and extremely intense. If you like a guy who fits that description, then all you gotta do is make your move. This song is his initial crush song. These emotions interfere with his personal and work life if he is not alert. He cares about his future and just hopes that you're a part of it.

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Romantic Dreams - Deftones

[ “So heartless we march into the fumes”

“In time, in sync”

“Tonight the stage is yours” ]

He wants to show you off. You'd be a right-hand man, a partner for life. Bakugou understands the path he's going down is gonna have a ton of attention and hardship. He wants a partner that can handle that and thinks you are fully capable. He thinks you're amazing and powerful, “such a power couple we’ll be.” is all he ever thinks about.

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Baby Blue Movie - Ciggarettes After Sex

[ “Don't you know the love that you want is all the love that you needed?”

“Gave me all you had”

“Gave me all the love that you want, all the love that you needed” ]

You are an extremely compassionate person, you tend to think about others a lot more than yourself. A little bit too giving, and he notices that. You’re burnt out and that's okay. He is too. It's hard living the lives you do. He just wants to lift the weight off of your shoulders and give you comfort.

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Bad Habit - Steve Lacy

[ “I bite my tongue, it’s a bad habit.”

“Kinda mad that I didn't take a stab at it”

“Thought you were to good for me my dear” ]

He feels like he's constantly messed up opportunities. Like life is slipping by. “But I'm the best, right? Why the hell is this happening.” it pangs his heart every time you give someone else your attention. Isn't he funny? Isn't he the best? Isn't he the only one deserving of your attention? His behavior created a grave of obsession, an unhealthy dependency, on someone who'd given him a slice of normality. You hadn't put him on a pedestal, you treated him like a person. This was his battle, he couldn't treat you as his mirror. You were too good for him, and he knows that. He had to better himself.

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IFHY (feat. Pharrell) - Tyler, The Creator, Pharrell Williams

[ “I fucking hate you”

“But I love you”

“I'm bad at keeping my emotions bubbled” ]

He is an extremely angry individual, it was even hard for him to understand how you’re able to put up with him. Maybe you don't, and that's good. It's damaging to be around someone so angry and violent the entire time. At least acknowledges that, but is he willing to fix it? For you, anything. He can be very flippant and in his head a lot of the time. You don’t give him any reasons to be angry, but of course, he likes giving himself problems. It’s not intentional, but the battle with himself is strong. Keeping the relationship neutral is best for now.. neither of you want that though.

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Do I Wanna Know? - Artic Monkeys

[ “I'm sorry to interrupt. It's just I'm constantly on the cusp of trying to kiss you”

“I don't know if you feel the same as I do”

“But we could be together if you wanted to” ]

Do you feel the same way? Are you wanting him as badly as he wants you (I mean if you’re reading this then it’s most likely yes) but he doesn’t know that. His pride is too great to be rejected. He just wants to hear it from your lips. The same ones he dreams of kissing every night. It drives him insane. If only you could throw him a bone, just some kind of sign to know you actually like him.

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About a Girl - Nirvana

[ “I'm standing in your line”

“I do hope you have the time”

“I do pick a number too”

“I do keep a date with you” ]

He’s a sucker for you. Thinking about only you. Pining for your companionship, it feels wrong for him to think about anyone else. It wasn't even a question that he wouldn't think about anyone else. You get a lot more attention than you think, so he'll have to move fast.

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Everlong - Foo Fighters

[ “Breathe out”

“So I can breathe you in”

“Hold you in” ]

He wants to be with your being, to get to know every fiber and cell that he’s completely infatuated with. In his head, he’s already committed, others become blurs in his mind. He wants to take away any pain within you. He wants to be the sweet relief of taking deep breaths, soothing your soul, clearing your head. He can be extremely passionate but doesn’t reveal it to people who aren’t worth his time.

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Back to the Old House - The Smiths

[ “And you never knew”

“How much I really liked you”

“Cause I never even told you”

“Oh, but I meant to” ]

Due to his cold personality, it seemed impossible for Bakugou being able to have feelings for someone. It's not hard to miss anything that signifies his feelings for you. He’s scared, which is sweet but also sad. He’s had numerous chances to tell you. There’s nothing he desires more than to hold you and tell you those magical words.

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Cherry waves - Deftones

[ “You hang the anchors over my neck”

“I liked it at first, but the more you laughed”

“The crazier I came” ]

This song represents the battle with himself. He's afraid if he lets you in, that'll ruin you. He's a target. The League of Villains, his associates, how dangerous his quirk can be. There's a ton of factors. He was never too focused on dating, but once you became his anchor, he didn't want to let you go.

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Iris - The Goo Goo Dolls

[ “And I'd give up forever to touch you”

“‘Cause I know that you feel me somehow”

“You’re the closest to heaven that I'll ever be” ]

You've definitely captured his heart, someone he’s always wanted to touch emotionally. No matter how hard he tries, it feels as though something always pulls him back. Like a metaphorical “hell” he thinks he belongs to. His loathing runs deep, but you don't make him feel that way.

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The Perfect Girl - Mareux

[ “Youre such a strange girl”

“The way you look like you do”

“You're such a strange girl”

“I want to be with you” ]

Everyone is particularly strange to him, but you? It’s like you were meant to catch his eye. Nothing physically about you is off to him, but the weirdest thing about you is your personality. The last person to catch his attention this much was Kirishima. He started to remember your name just like his best friend. You were different though.