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greengoblinswifey · 8 days ago

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Silent Desires—Brother’s!Bsf Nicholas Chavez x Fem!Reader

summary— you’re the cool older sister who never paid much attention to your brother's shy best friend, Nicholas—until one night, you overhear a surprising conversation. learning he's never been with anyone, you find yourself more than ready to make him have a good first time.

warnings— tiny age gap(reader is 2 years older), sub!nicholas then slight dom!nicholas, dom!reader, fingering, choking, oral(m receiving), loss of virginity, unprotected sex, creampie, praise kink, fluff, aftercare, L bomb.

a/n— yes this is long i fear i got carried away..

Nicholas had been coming over to your house since he and your younger brother became best friends in high school. He was the quiet, shy kid who seemed uncomfortable in his own skin whenever you were around. Being two years older, you didn’t pay much attention to your brother's friends, considering them too young and immature for your taste. You’d laugh sometimes at how Nicholas would get flustered, barely managing a stammered “hi” before rushing off whenever you entered the room.

Whenever you did make an appearance, Nicholas would steal glances, awkwardly trying to start a conversation. His brown eyes would light up whenever you laughed, especially when you teased him just to see his cheeks turn red. Though you didn't think of him seriously, you’d caught him staring more times than you could count. There was something innocent, almost sweet, about his crush.

One Saturday afternoon, you were heading downstairs to the basement, your mom needed your younger brother's help with some boxes in the garage. As you reached the basement door, you overheard Nicholas and your brother talking.

“Dude, you’re seriously still a virgin?” your brother asked, laughing.

Nicholas sighed. “Yeah, I mean, I got head once, but I didn’t even, you know, finish.”

Your brother cracked up, slapping Nicholas on the shoulder. “Bro, you need to get laid. I don’t get why you haven’t yet. Is it, like, nerves or something?”

Nicholas hesitated. “I just, it’s hard to find someone I actually want to, you know, do it with.”

“Fine, then who would you want?” your brother challenged, still laughing.

“Uh, what if it’s your sister,” Nicholas mumbled.

Your brother’s laugh stopped short as he punched Nicholas playfully on the arm. “Are you serious? She’d never go for you. You’re not her type. She’d never go for a guy like you,” he teased.

Nicholas shrugged, cheeks turning red. “Maybe, but I think she likes to 'dabble in snow,' if you know what I mean.”

Right then, you stepped in, smiling as you leaned against the doorframe. “Yo, mom wants your help with some boxes, get up there now.”

Your brother was already on his way up, not noticing the tension lingering in the room as Nicholas struggled to form a coherent sentence.

“You know, I heard what you just said.”

Nicholas turned bright red, stammering, “I, uh, I didn’t mean—”

You raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Oh, you didn’t mean it? Could’ve fooled me.”

“Listen,” you said, lowering your voice, “when my brother goes to bed tonight, come to my room if you mean it.”

Nicholas blinked, wide-eyed, nodding slightly, his usual flustered self almost in disbelief. "Y-yeah, okay."

After overhearing Nicholas’s admission in the basement, you couldn’t help but laugh to yourself. You’d always thought of him as your brother’s quiet, shy friend, but the idea that he’d harbored these thoughts about you all along made you see him in a new light. For the first time, you couldn’t deny the thought that there was something a little bit attractive about him. The way he hid his muscular build under baggy sweaters and how flustered he’d get whenever you were around. A small thrill ran through you as you headed back to your room, feeling a surge of boldness. You lay in bed, the sheets pulled loosely around you, scrolling on your phone, fully confident that Nicholas wouldn’t turn down the “opportunity of a lifetime,” as you jokingly thought of it.

Around 2 a.m., you heard a soft knock at the door, followed by his low voice, “It’s me, uh, can I come in?” You recognized the nerves in his tone and couldn’t help but smile as you called out, “Yes, it’s open.”

Nicholas opened the door and stepped inside, looking both eager and hesitant as he glanced at you, lying there with nothing but your sheet covering your naked body. “I see you meant what you said,” you teased, watching him nod slowly, standing stiffly near the door.

“Don’t be shy, baby. Come over here,” you said, patting the bed beside you. He moved closer, each step cautious, and as he sat down, you leaned in, pressing a light kiss to his neck, feeling him shiver beneath your touch.

With a soft laugh, you asked, “So, how long have you been thinking about this? About me?”

He swallowed, cheeks flushed, before he answered, “Years. I always, I’ve always had this huge crush on you. You’d walk around in those tiny shorts, or just your silk robe, and— and I’d know you weren’t wearing anything under it.” His voice trailed off, almost embarrassed.

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he confessed, nervously running a hand through his hair. “I barely ever got to see you, but whenever I did, it felt like everything was just, thrown at me all at once.” He paused, glancing down as he added, “You’d leave me, um, painfully hard, just being around you. Just smelling your perfume lingering in the air.” He let out a sheepish laugh. “I even, fuck—jacked off to the smell of your body wash in the bathroom once. I was so ashamed, but I— I couldn’t help it. You were just so hot and intimidating.”

You laughed, nudging him. “Intimidating, huh? And here I thought you just didn’t have much to say.”

He chuckled nervously, his hand brushing over yours. “It’s more like, I didn’t know how to talk to you. You’re my best friend’s older sister, and besides you usually go for white guys, right?”

“True,” you teased, amused by his observation.

As Nicholas sat there, looking nervous yet hopeful, he stammered, “Well, I think maybe now I have a chance with you—”

You raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Who told you that?”

He flushed immediately, stuttering, “I- I’m sorry. I didn’t know, I thought—”

Before he could finish, you silenced him by tossing the sheets off, revealing yourself fully naked. His eyes widened, clearly mesmerized, as you slid onto his lap, leaning in to trail kisses down his neck. As you left a mark, he whispered, “Your brother’s gonna see that and ask questions.”

“Let him see,” you said between bites.

When you moved up to his lips, his hands awkwardly rested by his sides. You pulled back just enough to murmur, “You know, you can touch me, right?”

He swallowed, nodding shyly. Gently, you took his hands, guiding them up to your neck. His fingers brushed lightly over your skin, and as he started to grip a bit more firmly, your eyes rolled back with a soft moan, catching him by surprise. “Didn’t know people were into that.” he murmured, half in awe.

You smirked, whispering, “I’m into a lot of things. You’ll just have to find out.”

“Please,” he whispered, voice thick with anticipation.

You placed his hands on your chest, guiding his touch as he squeezed, muttering, “I’ve always thought you had the most gorgeous—um, you know,” his voice faltered, “especially in those low-cut tops.”

You laughed softly, running his hand lower until his fingers brushed against your pussy, guiding him to explore. “Go ahead baby, play with my clit,” you encouraged.

He grew bolder, his touch becoming more certain as he asked, stuttering slightly, “Does- does this feel good?”

“Mm-hmm,” you sighed, “keep going, baby.”

He slid a finger inside, whispering, “You’re so- so small, and wet. I love how you feel.” His confidence grew as you moaned encouragement, and as the tension built, you gripped his shoulders, locking eyes with him as you came all over his thick fingers.

The look in your eyes, intense and dazed, left him breathless, and he knew it was a look he’d never forget.

“That was my first time doing that,” he said.

“Yeah? Well you did good baby, making me cum like that,” you murmured, half surprised and biting your lip. You took his fingers and put them up to his lips and he sucked the remnants of your juices off clean.

“Mm- you taste so good,” he hummed.

“That’s a good boy, next time you’ll get to taste my pussy, yeah?”

You could feel his cock jump in his sweats, whether it be from you calling him a good boy or confirming there would be a next time.

As you tugged at Nicholas' sweater, he hesitated, a little nervous, but let you pull it off. Your eyes widened as you took in what was hidden underneath. Defined abs, chiseled pecs, and strong, sculpted arms, he looked like he’d been carved from fucking marble. You smirked, knowing he’d been hiding something impressive.

“God, you’re hot,” you murmured, running your hands over his chest. “You shouldn’t be hiding this from me.”

He flushed but smiled shyly, glancing at you with a hint of admiration. “Have you seen yourself?” he replied softly. “It’s like Aphrodite herself sculpted you, you’re beautiful.”

You grinned, leaning in to kiss him, before sliding down, your movements deliberate as he watched, breathless. Pulling down his sweats and boxers, he sprang free, hard and already leaking. You couldn’t help the genuine look of surprise that crossed your face as you took him in, rock hard, thick and long, all for you.

“Glad I’m the first,” you said with a smirk, your fingers wrapping around him. “And I’m gonna make sure I’m the last. No one else is gonna compare.”

Nicholas swallowed, his voice shaky as he said, “I- I know you overheard me tell your brother, I, uh, I’ve only had, you know, that once, and it didn’t, it didn’t make me—cum.” He stumbled over the words, looking both embarrassed and apologetic. “But not that I think you won’t!” he added quickly, almost panicked. “Just, a heads up.”

You laughed softly before leaning in, taking him into your mouth in one smooth motion, leaving him stunned. He was big, and you could feel the fullness as you took him deep, the sound of your gagging only spurring him on more. His moans grew louder, until you paused, pulling back briefly to whisper, “Keep it down a bit baby, or you’ll wake my brother.”

He nodded, barely able to keep his voice under control as you returned, intensifying your rhythm, you played with his balls and bobbed your head faster. His hands gripped your head lightly, and you guided them, whispering, “Hold me down.” His fingers pressed gently, sending him over the edge as he shivered, releasing into your mouth with a low groan.

After a moment, he pulled you up, his expression one of awe as he kissed you, tasting himself. “Thank you,” he murmured, voice thick with gratitude and amazement. “That was incredible. You’re so good at this.”

You smirked. “I know.”

As you gazed down at Nicholas, you asked softly, “Are you ready?”

He met your eyes, his gaze both nervous and full of longing. “Yes,” he whispered, “I wouldn’t want anyone else to be my first.”

You leaned forward, brushing a reassuring kiss along his neck, feeling him tremble. His hands settled on your waist as you eased yourself close, and he let out a shaky breath, his cheeks flushed.

“Are you sure?” you asked, searching his face.

He nodded, smiling with a bit more confidence. “With you, I’m sure, b-but I don’t have a condom.”

“It’s okay, I’m on the pill, and I want you to feel all of me.

You moved slowly, kissing his neck and quietly praising him as you felt him fill you inch by inch. He whimpered loudly, the cute sounds he made going straight to your core as you moved your hips on his cock.

“You’re so big baby, making me feel so good.” He moaned in response, his jaw agape as he struggled to contain himself. “You’re such a good boy moaning for me like this baby.”

You continued grinding on him, completely lost in the feeling of him being so deep inside you, he was stretching you more than anyone else had.

“Baby, lay back,” you panted, wanting to show him something different. He immediately complied and you began bouncing on his hard length, your tits doing the same as you did.

“Oh my fucking god,” he whimpered, staring up at the sight before him. He felt like he was going to explode watching you on top of him.

“C-choke me sweetheart,” you begged, your pace faltering but still bouncing on him as hard as you could.

“Huh- are you s-sure?” he asked, clearly surprised by your request. You nodded frantically and he obeyed. As he did, you began bouncing faster, his name on your lips like a prayer. The sound of Nicholas’ loud moans and skin slapping began filling your room and it was too late to worry about if your brother was hearing the commotion.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m not gonna last,” he moaned out, his hand still around your throat.

“It’s okay baby, me too, I want you to.”

As soon as the words left your lips, Nicholas’ grip on your neck tightened lightly and he released deep inside your pussy just as you creamed all over his cock. You both shivered and you fell on top of him, his cock still deep inside you.

“You did so good baby, I’m so proud of you,” you praised, kissing him all over, “but I’m not done with you yet.”

You switched positions, arching your back beautifully, you spread yourself for him and he watched in awe as his cum leaked from your pussy onto the sheets.

“Show me what you got sweetheart.”

His cheeks flushed but he complied, slipping inside your slippery walls and stretching you once more. The pace he went made him hit your sweet spot continuously and it was now your turn to be a whimpering mess. Feeling bold and proud of himself, Nicholas pulled you back by the neck making you arch off him.

“Do I make you feel good? You love how my cock feels as I’m pounding into you?”

You struggled to form coherent words, only moaning in response as his thrusts got harder and sloppier.

“Words baby, use your words.”

“Y-yes, you make me feel so good, so so good.”

“That’s a good girl, now rub your clit.” You obeyed, rubbing your clit and sending even more jolts of pleasure through your body. “Cum for me, now.” You complied once more, shuddering under him as you came hard in his grip.

He laid you back down on the bed and you arched again. “Hold my hands behind my back,” you begged. He hesitated at first, shocked at how kinky the request was and you allowing him to restrict you but he did as he was told, holding your hands behind your back as he pounded into your tight pussy. Looking down at your ass slapping against him, his cock disappearing inside your pussy that was just sucking him in and how he had your hands firmly behind you, he couldn’t take it anymore. With a loud moan of your name, his warm load filled you up and he fell beside you, panting heavily.

He put his head on your chest as one of his hands went to caress your tits before he went to your bathroom and brought a rag to clean the both of you. Afterwards he came back laying his head on your chest once more.

You traced light circles on his back, and he looked up at you, gratitude and awe clear in his expression. “Thank you for everything,” he murmured. “I couldn’t have imagined it any better.”

You kissed his forehead gently. “You did great,” you whispered back, meeting his shy smile, “I’m proud of you.”

In the soft silence as you drifted to sleep, you heard him murmur, almost to himself, “I’ve always loved you—fuck I love you so much.”

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tinytennisskirt · 3 months ago

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Rematch

ex situationship patrick x reader

summary: you and patrick used to be the epitome of casual. aside from a few things... he was cheating on his girlfriend with you and all you could do from then on was hate him. eight years later, you work together. you're forced to share transportation and stay at the same hotels. The close proximity isn't much good for two people who have gotten by on avoidance. And it only becomes harder to avoid certain words. and certain actions.

warnings: smut! mentions of sex, unprotected sex. enemies to lovers- hateful words, slight miscommunication (through hating so much), a lot of swearing. somewhat edited...

“You’re hitting on my sister?” You said, overhearing him as you approached the outside gate of the tennis court. You walked over, knocking Patrick in the chest with your racket. That sly son of a bitch didn’t budge an inch. “You know she’s only nineteen? And she’s a fucking lesbian you absolute idiot.” You followed up. He just grinned.

“I didn’t know she was any of those things,” he shrugged, hands up in surrender. “You don’t look alike. She’s actually pretty.”

You rolled your eyes. You knew he didn’t mean what he said but still said it. “Fuck you, Zweig.”

“You used to like that, you know,” he said, grin widening to something evil. You didn’t know how he could stand in front of you and say the stupid shit he was saying, seemingly unabashed.

“That’s enough,” your sister said to both you and him. Your racket didn’t waiver from the place it rested against his chest. You kept that warning in your eyes. “Y/N, he didn’t know. And he wasn’t inappropriate. He just said my swing was good with a weird tone.”

“Weird tone?” Patrick repeated.

You smiled just a bit at that. “It’s better than good. You know- you are the same guy you were eight years ago somehow. Grow up and go away, Zweig,” you said, glaring at Patrick. And to think you were the sweet one in your family. It was all fun and tennis until Patrick was around. He wasn’t exactly an ex, but someone who frequented the bed in your dorm room eight years ago at Stanford. He was a drug of choice, a situational type of person who when visiting his friend Art Donaldson, would also visit you, a few dorms down.

It was hot. He’d be sneaking around with you at parties, finding unoccupied rooms to kiss you with a force that usually winded you, wide hands on your waist, holding you close against a wall, a door, and sometimes the floor. If he saw you in the cafeteria all it took was a glance at you to communicate exactly which stall in the bathroom to meet him in while he excused himself from Art and Tashi Duncan. He’d be in your room late at night making you finish in three different ways and walking back to his friend’s room at four in the morning.

Sometimes you’d make out for hours on end with only touching, but all of it, every action, every trace of his finger, every word was all traced with lust. Sometimes you swore he liked you, lingering after you both had finished, still grazing his hands over the curve of your hip, kissing your forehead, tucking your hair behind your ear… It was supposed to be casual, you reminded yourself. He was too attached.

The funny thing was, you’d been in Stanford tennis too, a hometown prodigy with a father successful in the tennis world. Tashi called nepotism and you never got along, but you and Tashi never hated each other more when she found out you were fucking her boyfriend. If you had known you wouldn’t have been doing it, but the damage was done and there was no apology for a girl who fucked her knee up after a big fight with Patrick. No apology could include the extent of how sorry you were without telling her what for.

And you met with Patrick just to yell at him. He was a shitty person with shitty morals and you made sure he knew that. And even in all the yelling, you still fucked him in your car. But that was the last time. The second your lips disconnected for the last time, it was supposed to be the last time you spoke to him. And it was simple. “Fuck you. You’re an asshole, I never want to see you again.” His eyebrows furrowed as you collected your clothes and disappeared back home.

It went well, not seeing him again. He stopped visiting his friend who had sided with Tashi, he had no reason to come around. But he picked up a job coaching in the area you moved to seven years later. Your boss was a powerful woman and the pay was amazing, so Patrick became your coworker and you put up with that. And it was awful, but you scheduled yourself away from him and your paths only crossed at meetings and maybe once every few months, but it was still too much. You made do with the few words you had to give him, but other than that you stayed far away, and rightfully so. The only conversations you’d had in all of the year you’d been around him again were easy jabs, quips, argumentative things. But for the sake of your job, it didn’t go farther than easy insults. You still hated him for what he did, for how he used you when he was seeing Tashi. For how he treated you when he had a whole girlfriend waiting for him after hours. You weren’t proud of what you did and he was just a living reminder of something that haunted you.

He was this adult douchebag-type now- you swore you saw him with two different women at the cafe you passed on your way to work. You could mind your business, but it was fucked to know he hadn’t changed. Eight years and no change. So yeah, Patrick talking to your sister, granted- step-sister, was something you had to nip in the bud.

Patrick nodded, his jaw tensing. “Your sister here is my student today.” He said, gesturing to the split court. Sometimes split courts happened, but you’d only been paired with him on one once. “The list here says so.” He uncrumpled a piece of paper from his pocket and pointed at her name.

“So you’ll switch me. Easy,” You stated, trying all you could not to hit him with another insult. Your sister picked up her rackets, moving to your side so Patrick didn’t have a say. It was your turn to smile. “You’re lucky I don’t fucking report you.” You added.

“You’d miss having me around too much, I don’t think you have it in you,” He replied.

You narrowed your eyes, “Get a grip.” You said, turning away from him. You heard his low chuckle as he called your student over. You rubbed your face while you walked to the other side, trying to wipe away the feeling you’d lost brain cells just talking to him. This was why you didn’t engage with him- it never went well. “Sorry.” You apologized to your sister.

“It’s fine, honestly. He’s such a dick.”

“I know,” you sighed. “I’m unfortunately cursed with knowing when Patrick has the intention to flirt. He’s fucking obvious.” You said, grabbing a ball.

Your sister laughed. “He was coming on a little weird. To be fair I think he thought I was some random girl outside the court. But this is why I don’t date men.”

You were glad you didn’t have to see him for another two months. You continued to train your sister as the other girls you were training had all fallen off. Your company made sure to only train the most competitive of girls and that was your sister for sure. She was amazing- not better than you- but amazing. When the time came for another Junior US Open, she was the perfect candidate for it. Your company, your boss, she usually sent two, booked them and their trainer a room at an amazing nearby hotel, paid for travel and food and gave a spending bonus for the hard work and you were hoping to god that it was your sister. You’d lost the Junior US Open to a twisted ankle- and Tashi Duncan and it would be amazing to see your sister go and win.

She had worked so hard for it. And finally, your boss called all the trainers in for a meeting. There were ten of you, some with two students, most with only one, but you all sat in the fluorescent-lit room in front of the projector that projected the logo of the company on the white wall. Your boss thanked you all for coming and congratulated all of you on all your amazing seasons and work coaching the students. Talking about the best of the best. Eventually came to the portion where she would name the two students who were going to the open, the two that were going on the trip.

And she said your sister's name. Your chest filled with excitement and happiness and pride and obviously you had to contain it. You were going back to the Junior US Open, it was an amazing way to get her name out there as a player and make everything all worthwhile. You started thinking up creative ways to tell her, thinking about the company limo on the way up, thinking about how to increase training all crossing your mind. “-And Simon Abernathy.” She added. For the boy's division. His name was familiar.

And it was no wonder. Patrick clapped once out of success and you felt your eye twitch just a bit. It was his student, it was Patrick’s student, which meant you’d be with him this entire trip. He would be one of the only people you knew out that way- and it would be just him, you, and your students. There was only one word and it slipped out of your mouth quietly enough to go unnoticed. “Fuck.” You avoided Patrick’s gaze, but you just knew he had that big stupid grin on his face.

When the car pulled up outside of your apartment, you insisted on putting your own bag in the trunk. It was just how you were. You were first to be picked up and it was always fun to be in a limo. A road trip was still a road trip, two days to be specific and it would have been something to look forward to if it wasn’t for him. Thank god you picked up your sister next, then Simon, then Patrick. You and your sister were far too engaged in your conversation to think about the boys on the other end. You talked about training, and game day, and you went over what it was like when you competed.

The day passed by, book in hand, iPod on, and earbuds plugged in. You stopped once for lunch and another for gas but at the end of the night you were at a nice motel. Nothing like the motels you knew when you were in the Junior Open. In this motel, everything worked properly, smelled nice, and was actually clean. Patrick, unloading his bag for the night passed you yours and you said the only word you’d said to him all day- “Thanks.”

You and your sister hung out in your motel room, two-bed, talking about the day. She lay like a starfish on her bed, but she rolled over to face you as you pulled on your pajama shirt. “You never told me why you hate Patrick so much.” She said, eyes wide. You just groaned and rolled onto your back. “Come on. You obviously know each other from something.”

“I will be so honest with you, I am too tired to get into it,” You said. “I just… ugh.”

“It’s fine- like you don’t have to give me all the details, I just want to know why.” She replied, moving to sit on the edge of your bed. “You guys dated, right?”

You covered your face, “Not exactly.”

“Okay, so? What happened? I’m nineteen, Y/N, come on.”

You hated talking about it, you hated admitting it. Knowing that he was one of the few men in the world to ever touch you but the only one who had left impact, left you wanting in his wake, the only one to make you finish… It was crazy, it was despicable. You hated remembering it had only ever been him to touch you right. And now you were admitting it to your sister. “Casual… sex. Friends, almost. Mostly the benefits.” You said, trying to keep it simple. Her eyes widened even larger. “Turns out he was cheating on his girlfriend with me.”

“He’s just a dick,” she nodded, understanding. “I’m so sorry, that must have put you in an awful position.”

“I felt awful, I still feel awful,” you told her. “One of the worst things I’ve ever done.”

“I get that,” she nodded. “Was he any good anyways?”

You hated the question. “No.” You lied. “Awful.”

She laughed, “Makes sense.” You knew she had more questions but didn’t want to pry. Besides, you were both tired. She showered before bed and by the time she got out, you were asleep, waiting for the next day of the road trip to be over. In the morning you showered, tied your hair up, and got into the car again with your sister. Patrick and Simon were doing their own things as the car got back onto the road.

You continued listening to music, looking out the window, shutting out the sounds of the car. Your sister watched you change the song three times, but when her gaze shifted back to the conversation with Simon, she noticed Patrick’s eyes on you. Knowing what she knew now, she hated him just a little bit more. She watched him for a bit and he didn’t look away, so she addressed him to take his attention off of you before you noticed.

That night at another motel, your sister was much too tired to stay up watching the motel television bullshit with you and passed right out on top of her covers. You fixed that, obviously, but after getting into bed yourself you let an hour pass with no sleep. You just couldn’t, no matter what you tried. At that point, you said fuck it and put your bathing suit on. The motel had a hot tub and a pool and maybe a quick swim could tire you out. You wrapped yourself in a towel and headed out to where the motel pool was. The lights from within the pool gave off a sort of aquamarine tint to the things around it- it was the only source of light aside from the ones lining the wall of the motel and the shining motel sign that flashed gold and red. It was perfectly dim and the night was perfectly still, just as the empty pool was. You put your towel to the side and waded in, pulling your hair up into some lazy updo so it wouldn’t get soaked in pool water. You were barely up to your shoulders when his voice spoke up, “It’s a bit late to swim, don’t you think? Isn’t it your thing to get an early sleep for an early start?” He asked. Patrick was in the hot tub, you’d completely missed him.

“Maybe when I was playing or when I’m coaching, but we’re in the middle of nowhere with no court in sight.” You replied. “Can I just enjoy my swim, please? I won’t bother you if you don’t bother me.”

“Fair,” he replied. You could hardly see him in the dim of the pool lights, but you could make out his figure, arm draped over the edge of the hot tub like he was reversing a car. “Since you said please.”

“Uh huh,” You replied. You didn’t stay for as long as you intended. Being alone anywhere with him was too gross for comfort. Neither he nor you said goodnight when you went back to your room, showered, and fell asleep.

The next stretch of road was the last before the hotel. You were set up nicely and you thanked the concierge boys who helped you with your bags as you went to the front desk to retrieve your room keys, everything dealt with already by your boss. You handed the keys out. “Here’s how this is going to work. There’s a week before the Junior Open and this hotel, even if it comes across as luxury, it’s here so you can get a good, safe, comfortable rest on the days leading up. If Patrick and I have nothing on the schedule for you, you’re free to roam around the local area, however, curfew is 11. Please check your emails for the daily schedule.”

Simon nodded and Patrick looked like he didn’t pay any attention- why would he anyway? “Sounds good,” Your sister smiled. “And we get our own rooms?”

“We have the second-to-top floor suite. It’s like four hotel rooms joined into one, attached to a main bathroom, living room, place to eat, and a kitchen. Kind of like a house with a four-person hotel hallway built in.” You said. You were so excited to finally lock yourself away in your hotel room with a book and not have to sit in a car with Patrick for hours at a time. Sure, he’d be nearby but the hotel and its amenities would make for an amazing way to keep yourself far from him. He plucked his key card out of your hand and as he passed, you could smell his cologne.

The room was amazing and the view was even more beautiful. There was a balcony in the suite as well as in your room, but the joined balcony beat that one out for a better view. You curled up in your super comfortable hotel bed with your book and finished it before dinner. Your sister came in and out wondering what she should wear to the Junior Open, already stressing about that because she didn’t want to stress about the actual game. You helped for a bit, then you went out to the main room.

“Simon, do you have dinner plans?” You asked him. He was on the couch playing with some portable video game device.

“Nah, I was thinking room service. My parents gave me a hundred to spend.” He said.

You nodded, “I was thinking the same thing.” Your sister agreed, busy going through her schedule. So you ordered room service for everyone, sending Simon to go see what Patrick wanted. You were surprised he even stuck around the room and wasn’t at the casino downstairs or out at some club already. Dirtbag activities.

The next day was a late start, but you and your sister went down to the hotel gyms to work out a bit before going to the hotel courts to practice. Three days until the game. You practiced all methods, swings, serves, and Patrick and Simon practiced in the next court over. Then you went separate ways for lunch just to meet back after at the court. You were done around four so you didn’t overdo it and the rest of the night was free. You and your sister continued to talk strategy and gossip over cranberry juice in the main room of the suite and you were vaguely aware of Patrick sitting in the corner going through his phone, his hand on his head, elbow resting on his knee. He looked up at one point, meeting your eyes and you looked away. The price you paid for being curious. Your sister and Simon, both tired from the day went to their rooms a little early. You decided to get dressed properly and head downstairs to the casino and play a few hands of whatever games they had going.

You adjusted the length of your skirt as you sat down at the table and took part in everything happening. You were dealt in and in only a small amount of time, you had a good amount of money owed to you. You were definitely on a roll. “Didn’t know you gambled,” Patrick said, sitting beside you on the empty stool. You groaned out loud, rolling your eyes. “You're good, too, what is this, around $400?”

“$700, and what are you doing here?”

“I can’t enjoy the casino?”

“You couldn’t enjoy any other game?” You asked, not even caring to look his way. You raised your hand to signal the dealer to let you out of the game.

Patrick waved the dealer off and turned to face you better, “Don’t stop just because I’m here. And I like this game- my favourite one, actually, and the only table that has it.” He told you. You looked at him, hoping your eyes would burn through him. But he looked maybe half genuine, aside from the smirk. It was your favourite game too.

“You’re just going to lose to me, you know that, right?”

“I’m okay with that,” he smiled and his eyes met yours. “Or, I’m okay with you thinking that. Say goodbye to your $700.” His grin slowly crawled up his face.

“Uh-huh?” You laughed at him as he got himself dealt into the game. It was a laugh of disbelief- one, that he thought he could win and two, that he was really that sure. “You’re really still that sure of yourself?”

“Still? You think I’m sure of myself?”

“It’s not a compliment, Zweig.” Your laughing at him died down just a little, you couldn’t maintain it when he was just such a fucking loser.

“I am that sure of myself.” He replied. “You don’t think I can?”

You shook your head and spoke firmly. No. I don’t think you can.” Your tongue pressed against your cheek and you pushed all your winnings to the centre, eyes not leaving his. “Try me.” Anything to put him in his place, truly. You could taste the win in your mouth the way it handed itself to you on a platter. And Patrick put a little extra money in on top of yours and the other player’s, eyes not leaving yours. But he did end up looking away first and the hand began.

He had good cards and knew how to play them, but yours were better and you knew how to use them to their fullest potential. You placed yours down and they were better and the hand was about to go to you, but at the very last moment, unexpectedly, another player had a card just above yours and it was over, just like that. The man swept away your winnings and you just scoffed.

“You were that sure of yourself?” Patrick replied. “Nice.”

“Nice? Asshole.” You got up from your chair and grabbed your purse, ready to move on to another game at another table and let him enjoy his ‘favourite’. “My cards were above yours anyway.” You said as your face passed his. He just grinned as you walked away.

You were good at other games, thank god. It wasn’t all lost money. You won another $350 by midnight and decided to stop and leave behind the men who had been hitting on you during the last few hands of poker. You were happy with the winnings and the fact Patrick hadn’t been seen the rest of your night. It was a good distraction either way.

You bought yourself a bottle of iced tea with your winnings and walked over to the elevator, pressing the button to go up to the suite and using your key card to confirm it. It was just your luck that Patrick walked into the elevator. “You have your own keycard, you know that, right?” You sighed, turning away from him and pulling out your phone to pay attention to anything else as the doors closed, locking you in there with him.

He held it up, then shoved it into his pocket. “So did you end up winning your money back? I watched your games, you’re not all that great at poker. I don’t think a career in gambling is in the cards.”

“I think I missed the part where I asked, Zweig.” You stated, folding your arms. “And I think you missed all of the context clues that tell you that I don’t want to talk to you.”

“You’re so angry,” he remarked, leaning against the metal elevator wall. “Isn’t it exhausting?”

“Not as exhausting as talking to you.”

“Fuck you,” he replied.

You turned to look at him, pausing a beat just to look at him in disbelief. “You used to like that, you know?”

“You’re not better than me for anything that happened after. You knew I cheated and you still fucked me after, you remember that one?”

“It wasn’t very memorable,” You chuckled to yourself even though it was one of the biggest lies you’d ever told anyone. He’d put you in a corner. Of course, you knew you weren’t better than him for that last time. It haunted you, but not much more than the entirety of it haunted you. His lips against your lips, his lips against your skin, his lips between your thighs, they were memories that acted like ghosts. All of it was wrong, every kiss, every touch. It was sickening to remember that it wasn’t just you- and that it wasn’t just Tashi either. It was memorable, all of it, but for all the wrong and right reasons, and those right reasons were ten times more haunting because it was so wrong that it felt right. You knew Patrick sensed the lie but you couldn’t act like it. “I can be civil with you, Zweig, if you leave me alone like you have the past year or so. I don’t want to talk to you, why can’t you get that through your head?”

He was silent, just staring at you, no grin on his face, not even a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. And as soon as the elevator doors opened, he funneled out and right up to his room. You let out a breath and blinked a few times to recalibrate. You took your melatonin, changed, washed up, and headed to bed.

The next day he kept up exactly that. He didn’t address you, he hardly even looked at you and even if he did, you didn’t notice, you were far too busy. The Junior US Open was tomorrow. You woke up your sister at dawn to go to a hotel aquafit class and then dry off and hit the court. Patrick was there with Simon running east swing drills and you got your sister working hard. She was more than ready, you knew that, but you also knew that giving her any break would make her believe that you didn’t think so, so you kept her going.

Simon called to you and your sister. “Doubles? For fun, before lunch?” He asked, walking over. Patrick stared at the ground as he walked over just a few steps behind. Poor guy didn’t know the vendetta both you and your sister had against Patrick. She nodded, so you nodded. You hadn’t played in a match in a while, honestly. It was all training and hitting the ball back and forth.

You stood opposite Patrick on the court and it reminded you of a time when you had played him and Art next to Tashi, for fun. How you didn’t know they were together was beyond you, but you did remember how Art looked at her. You had to blink a few times to get the imagery out of your head as Simon served the ball. You were lucky your sister was on it.

Patrick still played rough, swinging hard just to challenge your sister a bit. You appreciated the push from him if you were honest. She needed it. It was a good game and there were a few flop swings from you and Patrick that were laughable. You laughed more at him than yourself but he didn’t seem to mind it at all. He just dribbled the ball and served it back to you to hit it over to Simon, etc.

Your sister watched how Patrick’s eyes stayed on you when the ball was over with Simon being served. She couldn’t help but think it was a little weird how he seemed to be fighting a smile and she followed up with wondering why. And you didn’t notice at all.

Lunch was good, but you were back to it until dinner, then at the gym after dinner doing a bit of yoga. Your sister turned to you, “He knows that you don’t like him?” She asked. You hated knowing who ‘he’ was.

“Mhm,” You hummed, stretching upward.

“He doesn’t act like he cares very much.”

You looked over at her, “I don’t care if he cares. And he’s had around seven years to not care about any repercussions, so that’s just on the passage of time.”

She moved into downward dog, “Have you talked about it?”

“No.” You answered. “Kind of. When it had just happened. But that was all I ever said to him about it.” You disregarded last night. “He knows what he did was wrong and I don’t let him forget.” Your mind slipped back to what it felt to lay in his arms afterward, the way he kissed your hair and still cupped your face, the way all of it was wrong, the entire time. And how it felt to feel his hand trail against your skin as you pulled yourself away from him that very last time in your car.

She clicked her tongue, “I can’t believe you have to work with him. Couldn’t you get him fired for so many things?”

You nodded, but it hadn’t ever occurred to you why you hadn’t. It would have been simple, a collection of evidence and a complaint and surely he’d be out, but you hadn’t done anything like it. “I could.” You replied. “But I’m not that much of a bitch.”

“You’re never a bitch,” your sister laughed. “You only become one when he’s around.”

It was true. And later that night the only hint of Patrick there was, was the eye contact you made with him on the way up to your room. He sat on the couch on his phone while you exited the balcony with your cup of tea. Then it was early bed- the Junior US Open was tomorrow.

That rolled around all too quickly. You got your sister up early for a massage and a stretch, you ordered her a protein shake as she stressed the entire time. You only spoke in affirmations all morning as you double and triple-checked that she had everything she needed, rackets, water, food, etc. The day was warm with a perfect cool breeze that was gentle enough to play tennis in. You tried not to let the stress of the day get to you as you were driven to the courts. You reminded your sister of all she trained for and she was more than excited, she was bouncing more than the tennis balls were around the court as she warmed up. She wasn’t on until later, so you hit the ball back and forth to pass the time outside.

Game in game out she was a winner and she knew it, winning her games consecutively.

In between, you watched Simon’s games and he did well until he didn’t, falling behind. Your sister continued later and by the time she was on the very last game, you knew she was a winner. You were on the sidelines cheering her on. She won, of course, she won.

She came right to you and hugged you tightly, thanking you for everything. It was an amazing victory and nothing could ruin it.

The car ride back to the hotel was your sister just yapping uncontrollably about the details of her game to poor Simon, who had not won. She was so excited about it, she was talking endlessly. Patrick was engaging with her at her own speed and you were tired, it was a good thing someone could do with all that she had to say.

She had the biggest nap of her life when she got back to the hotel room. She was almost asleep in the car and she was lucky she made it to bed. You had a nap on her hotel room couch, that’s how tired you were as well. It was a big day. You woke up around seven pm, but she was still dead asleep. You snuck out quietly and into your room. You’d finished your book, your phone was boring, and Simon honestly wasn’t the best company so you showered the day off, dried your hair, put your makeup on and got dressed again.

Just a black skirt and a comfortable black long-sleeved shirt, some jewelry you liked, and a bit of sparkle to your eyeshadow. You deserved it. All that and some easy kitten heels and you headed downstairs to the restaurant and bar. It was beautiful, warmly lit and dim, stained glass between the bar and the kitchen casting the light through the panes in different colours across the bar. You ordered a vodka cranberry and ate the lime out of it first.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing here all alone?” A man said. It wasn’t any man you knew, but a stranger. He came from behind you, old, but not too old, and a little bit handsome aside from the obvious aging. “I’ve never seen a pretty woman alone at a hotel bar. Hotel bars are for the straggling men, lost in the city. Like that one over there,” he said, pointing to the other end of the bar. You weren’t sure why your stomach flipped when you saw it was Patrick. He didn’t seem to see you, but he sat there at the bar with a short glass of what you knew was whiskey, swirling it around, his head resting against his fist. He was wearing a black t-shirt and black pants, having changed from earlier as well. “Now what’s your story, I’m curious.”

You turned your attention back to the handsome older man. “Tennis,” you told him. And it sparked up a conversation that was really more insightful than the being hit on that you were expecting- not that you weren’t bought drinks by two other men at the bar who smirked from where they sat at a booth. The man seemed to be in his early sixties with some good things to say and you listened intently, not noticing Patrick’s eyes on you from where he sat.

It was good to talk to someone so removed from the tennis world who had so much to say about investing in stocks and surprisingly, you didn’t hate it. You sipped your drink, getting a little surprised at the attention you were getting and it was something new. The night continued with more men hitting on you, trying to sit with you… You weren’t the most beautiful woman ever but you weren’t ugly… this was a lot either way. The night continued to pass.

When Patrick got up, you noticed it, he locked eyes with you, raising his eyebrows and chuckling. At what? At you? You watched his tongue press into his cheek before he pointed at you on his way by… it took a moment to realize what exactly it was he was pointing at until you looked down. Your shirt with only a few buttons at the top, had all of the buttons undone and you had somehow not noticed. Your bra was on display like a hooker or like some common whore and you knew Patrick’s chuckle was at exactly that.

“Fuck!” You said, turning away from the man and getting up without explaining a thing. You must have looked a little crazy. Patrick laughed out loud as he passed you; your anger and embarrassment got the best of you. Your voice became genuine, “Did you know the whole time?”

He looked at you, looking at the hand that covered the undone buttons, “Almost, yeah.” You didn’t want to be angry, instead, you just stayed humiliated, your eyebrows furrowing. You couldn’t be mad, not now. So many paid-for drinks you didn’t even drink and so many compliments you’d taken so graciously and you didn’t know and he did? “I thought maybe it was on purpose, though. Maybe if I haven’t changed, you haven’t either.” He said. And now you could be angry. He couldn’t be unaffected, he couldn’t be normal. What he meant by what he said was that you were a slut. And that wasn’t fair.

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t just say that and let it go because you’re drunk.” You said, straightening yourself out, trying to shake him off. “Not because you’re just an asshole who can’t mind his own business.”

“I know my business- it’s you who came to the bar after me, today. If you wanted space so badly, why follow me?”

“Follow you? Don’t flatter yourself, Zweig.” Your conversation moved just a few steps outside the hotel bar and into a corner of the vast lobby. You chuckled at the fact he really thought so. “I wanted a drink so I got a drink, like an adult who goes to a bar, I didn’t know these are your moping grounds.”

He shook his head, rolling his eyes, “And you wanted civil?”

“Everything you say is so completely self-absorbed. You’re obsessed with yourself, honestly get a fucking room. It’s disgusting how much you want to fuck yourself, pardon my reaction to it.”

He just grinned, “Yeah, okay, have fun with your senior citizen, how’s the bra thing working out for you?”

You shook your head, tone changing again, “That- I didn’t know. I’m mortified.”

“I’m sure. You know most women who are trying to gold dig go for a more subtle route.” He said, tilting his head and narrowing his eyes.

“That’s enough,” You snapped. “That’s enough. You’ve been drinking, I’m not arguing with you over something so stupid as the buttons on my shirt. You’re not worth it. You’re not worth a second of my time, you are so beneath me, I am so past you. You are so pathetic, thinking I still give a fuck about what you think of me.”

“That’s what you think of me? I’m pathetic. You say you don’t care but you seem to care an awful fucking lot.” That terrible fucking grin was so aggravating.

“Then you’re delusional. Grow up, honestly. I asked you to leave me alone, not slut shame me for some stupid buttons. How much would it have cost your ego to have told me that my buttons were undone? I hate you but I would have had the decency to tell you if this was you in this situation. Fuck!” You ran your hand through your hair and the argument paused for a beat, then two. You breathed out heavily, turning, your hand still on your chest. And you just started walking toward the elevator. What else could you do but just walk away? He was the problem but you became one too when you were with him. It was almost unavoidable when everything he said upset you for reasons both explainable and inexplicable. You had no control over it all, you just had too much to say, so much internalized rage for what you’d done, for the position he’d put you in all those years ago. You were glad the elevator was empty as you scanned for the suite and the doors closed, but the elevator didn’t move, it just made a clunking noise and you knew, as the doors opened again, that there was no escape from this personal hell. Thank god you only had a day and a half left here with him, you thought, as the doors let him into the elevator with you.

“Walk away like you had no part in that, yeah,” he said, moving to his side of the elevator. You groaned out loud, rolling your eyes so far back it hurt. “Reminds me of the other time you did the same thing.”

“Was last night not enough?” You laughed in genuine disbelief. “You put me in a disgusting position that nobody should have to be in. You cheated! On your perfect girlfriend! With me, over and over and over and I had no idea because you didn’t have the decency to tell either of us.”

“I was also nineteen years old!” He retaliated. “You expected me to have my shit all sorted out? I’m sorry I wasn’t a five-year-plan type of guy!”

“That’s a crazy take when not cheating is one of the easiest things to do.” You laughed, scoffing when you caught your breath. “You used me.”

Another beat, his eyes softened just in the slightest. “I didn’t use you.” He replied. “For what? For sex?”

You guessed he didn’t need you for that. The elevator became uncomfortable as it rose between floors. Both of your hands fell to your sides, the top of your shirt falling open again unnoticed. You just blinked at his words, looking away. But no, what? You went right back into it, “Then why? Tell me that you weren’t just selfish, keeping two girls around to satisfy yourself beyond the regular needs of a man. Tell me that you weren’t only thinking about yourself and not the feelings of both your own girlfriend and the girl you’d sneak out to see. You made me some fucking mistress! The other woman, I didn’t know I was the other woman, can you imagine what finding that out feels like? The guilt? The shame? Tell me you weren’t just selfish.”

“Not everything comes down to that. You’re seeing this how you want to see it. You are at fault, you are not innocent in this. You knew and you still fucked me and-” Patrick hit the pause elevator button and you just glared. “No matter what you said to me afterward, you still did it. None of this is linear or organized, it just fucking happened. You are not the victim you say you are, you deserve a good portion of that guilt because you fucked me, even after, no matter what you’ve done to shut that part out.” He said. You felt the fire behind your own eyes.

“I haven’t shut it out, I’ve grown past it. What you did is still wrong.”

“I know that! I know that- I ended up with nothing when it was all said and done. I was fine with not having Tashi, but-” he paused and pressed a hand to his temple for just a half-second. “You’re still so angry! It’s hard to believe you’ve grown past it when you’re still reminding me of one of the biggest mistakes I’ve made constantly.”

You scoffed again, “I’m sorry you can’t deal with your own problems and the shit you put on me still haunts me. How is it you get to live it down and I don’t?”

“I haven’t fucking lived it down.”

“Pathetic.”

“Fuck you. Honestly.” He said. “I made a mistake as a teenager, I don’t know how to go back and fix how I felt about you. I can’t take anything back so I don’t know what you want me to do here. Was I selfish? Yeah, I was. You’re right. Does that make you feel better about yourself? Do you feel like less of a victim now? I’m so sure of myself, yeah, okay, at least I haven’t tricked myself into believing I disliked how wrong it felt.”

You blinked hard and hit the elevator button again so it would begin to move once again. “You think I liked it?”

“I think you did. I think some part of you hated Tashi and you liked the fact you could have me once more for good measure. I think that is what ‘haunts’ you. That you liked it.” He said. And the elevator doors opened to the empty main room of the suite. You stepped out the second you could, trying to get away from this so desperately. “I admit I’m selfish so you can admit that. Or at least try and admit it to yourself.”

At those words, you tossed your purse on the couch and turned on your kitten heel. You walked right back up to him and pressed your pointer finger to his chest. “You are still so fucking self-absorbed that you think I liked being your side-chick or whatever the hell I was to you? You think so highly of yourself- you’re presenting yourself as a thing to be had between girls? Some trophy? A prize?”

“You weren’t so special either.” He lied. As if he didn’t like you, truly like you, more than he liked Tashi, unfortunately. His mistake was trying to balance things while he figured out how to tell you that he wanted you. Tashi loved tennis more than anything, she was mean and she was cold and she was hard to please but you in his bed, you were warm in more ways than one and you always listened and you weren’t all about tennis the way she was. And he liked you- genuinely liked you. But he went about it entirely wrong. He told you that you weren’t special but you were. You always were. He watched your eyebrows furrow at his words and more bitter things came out of his mouth, “And you said you couldn’t give a fuck what I thought of you.”

“You’re not worth my time. Fuck you, Zweig. Fuck you and your self-obsession. Get a grip, get a life, and get over yourself.” You pressed your finger hard into his chest and let your hand fall to your side, eyes meeting his, the fire in your eyes reflecting in his own. “Fuck you. You’re an asshole.” The stare lingered before you shook your head, just disbelieving in this entire stupid conversation. It felt like talking in circles. Pointless. You’d never see his point and he would never see yours. He just looked at you like nothing you said meant anything and was only to provoke him when it wasn’t. He made it feel pointless. And you were fuming, so fucking angry. He matched that as well, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths. So you just turned and walked right into your hotel room, shutting the door behind you.

What a fucking waste of time and breath, you thought. He wasn’t worth it. Any of it. You just breathed out, hearing his hotel room door shut next to yours. You pressed your hand to your forehead, letting out a second sigh as you thought about just how stupid he was, deflecting, avoiding. You were glad you were out of the heat of that moment. If you’d been out there any longer yelling at him who knows what you would have done? Or said. The number of times you’d said ‘fuck you’ were uncountable and you hated who he made you. You weren’t this person he made you- you were kind and sweet and gentle and patient but right now all you knew was this person he turned you into. He was just so disgusting and so self-centered and you couldn’t get past what he’d done and he never elaborated on what he meant by ‘I don’t know how to go back and fix how I felt about you’. Fuck, he just made you so fucking angry and it really was exhausting being around him. Dredging these things back up. Him and his fucking ego, really.

You weren’t exactly sure just what you were going to say to him, the conversation felt final, but there had to be some reason you opened the door to your hotel room again. Took your back off of the door, turned again, buttons on the shirt still very open, and you opened the door by some possession of the mind and it was just coincidence that when you looked up, Patrick stared back at you, standing outside your door like he was about to knock. Your eyes met his and it was easy to see that there was still fire in his eyes the same as there was in your own. It was only a few seconds, maybe ten, maybe fifteen and he stood there and so did you, wordlessly. Silence, empty, just blinking and breathing and silence. Before the mutual crash of him stepping toward you, grabbing your face, and kissing you hard. You had met him in the middle just between your doorframe, and your hands immediately found themselves flat against his back, fingers curling around the fabric of his shirt. No other thoughts.

He kissed you like he meant it, with all of the hateful things that you had said still very much on the tongue that swiped past his own. And it was desperate, the way you kissed- hot, heavy, so passionate, too passionate. Your back was against the stretch of the wall just inside your room as he pressed you to it and him against you. The door shut beside you and it was a good thing. So much feeling, so much hate and so much time, so much weight in his kiss but it was as easy as breathing.

He held your face between large hands that slowly slid down to your jaw, one of them down your neck, his body pressed so closely to yours that you thought maybe you’d start sinking through the wall against your back. His hand traveled downwards and you let it as his hand went around your neck, not pressing, not squeezing, just placement. It sent chills through your whole body though your bodies only radiated pure heat. Small sounds escaped both of your lips, small hums, as his hand slid down and over the exposed bra from your undone buttons. His hand cupped your chest, not too rough, but definitely without being gentle. None of this was gentle.

You popped your knee out just a bit as he pressed himself against you so that when he did, he felt it. He groaned just a bit as you then took a step off the wall, pressing him to the wall opposite the small entrance to the hotel room. Still so desperate, still so in need, his hand still on your chest and one of your hands traveling to rest on his jaw while- as he began to take off your shirt- your other hand slid down his chest to break the waistband of his pants, just gently rimming it with your pinkie finger before undoing the button of his pants. His lips didn’t leave yours even as you slid your hand down into them. He was hard, he was so hard and in this desperation even you didn’t have the time to think. You didn’t want the time to think as your shirt was pulled over your head between the sound Patrick made into your mouth.

All of this hatred just seeped out of your skin at a scalding temperature as you pressed yourself against him, your hand gripping him harder, he didn’t waste another second gaining back his leverage, kissing you as you walked over to your bed. He kicked off his pants and in seconds he was on you, really on you, over you. Climbing over you in your bra and little black skirt. Your hand left his boxers and you began to pull at his t-shirt, all of your actions desperate and wanting and his lips were on your neck, his hand resting at the base of it again, moving your hair aside. Gentle, but starving. His skin against yours, hands trailing all over your body, one of them deciding to drop down between your legs. With only a touch of his finger against the inner of your thigh, you opened them just a little so that very same finger could gently press against you where you needed it. This was too gentle, in a world that wasn’t gentle, so when you kissed Patrick harder he knew to cut the bullshit. You weren’t delicate, he didn’t need to act like it. He pulled your underwear to the side to gently rub circles into your clit and easily slipped his other finger inside of you, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from you.

You hated how it was almost familiar, his pattern of heavy breathing and his fingers pumping inside of you with that careful curving middle finger hitting that perfect spot inside of you. You hated how it sent a flush over your whole body and made you feel almost euphoric like he was some sort of drug. His fingers curled inside of you, moving up and down as he went half in, half out, his thumb on your clit like it was the easiest thing and it probably was- he had good practice. You were moaning as quietly as you could, breathily against his skin before without warning, he cut that out too, just to pull your underwear down from inside the skirt and you kicked it off somewhere far away. His fingers went to resume his actions, but he wasn’t so lucky to go back to something so easy.

With a swift rocking motion, you were able flip yourselves over so now you were on top of him. You pulled your hair to the side as you bent down to kiss him now, feeling his hard dick against you, still hidden by his boxers. You kissed him, still fast, still hot, still in need as you slowly rolled your hips against him, causing him to groan out into your mouth just the same way you just had when his fingers were inside of you. And in seconds he was getting rid of his boxers and his dick was standing, waiting. He was so hard, still so in need, he almost pushed you down onto it but you didn’t want to waste any time either, moving down just a bit while his hands began sliding down your bare waist, resting on your hips, his eyes meeting yours for what felt like the first time since you’d crashed against each other at the door. His mouth was just a little open, eyes on you like you were everything, and it felt like a pause but it was only half a second.

He kissed you again, just as hungry, his lips meeting yours in such a sickeningly sweet way but it was all so fast, his tongue in your mouth in a way you had not forgotten. A kiss only broken by the moan that slipped between both of your lips as you sank down onto him. His fingertips dug into the flesh of your ass, pushing just gently as he filled you entirely. You hated that with all the men you’d been with since, none of them had ever filled you the way he did. And that hate was momentum enough to begin to move up and down, hips rocking with his guiding force. “Fuck…” he said through his heavy breathing as you rode him, moaning in response as the rocking turned to a slight bounce, his hips lifting to meet you halfway.

It was so all-consuming, the feeling. Like some hot flush in your body every up and down was worthy of the extreme rush of the perfect feeling of him. Fucking yourself on him, his hands tight on your hips, pulling you up and down harder, faster, as your hair fell into your face time and time again. This desperate sex got more desperate as Patrick made a move to regain his control, flipping you onto your back without even pulling out. You grinned breathlessly as his hands moved back to your jaw to kiss you all the same, not letting up on how hard he kissed you while he began to fuck you harder than before. Your legs wrapped around his body and his arm propping him up rested just beside your head and you needed each other more than anything it was violent, the way his body met yours rapidly, perfectly. It was a mixture of breathing hard, whispers of ‘fuck’ and ‘god’ and skin and the moans you tried to suppress along with his own.

Your eyes rolled back as he fucked you. It felt like nothing had ever compared, like nothing could even come close to this feeling. It felt like you were losing all sense of the world outside the bedroom, being fucked truly dumb and numb to any other part of this, not the morals, not your principles. Nothing else mattered aside from this violent show of passion. His hand now on your waist, yours around his neck and his eyes met yours again.

Barely open, in this world of lust, he looked back at you through his eyelashes like none of this was happening. You couldn’t see fire in his eyes anymore. His eyes were more showing water, still, calm, despite his actions and despite it all. Things slowed. And he kissed you again, slower, as his thrusts continued with the same power and the same force. Your hands slid into his hair and there was nothing you wanted more in this moment than the kiss… Somehow ignoring the outside world for sex became ignoring the sex for the kiss. You wouldn’t breathe if you didn’t have to. “Mm- I’m so close, fuck,” he mumbled over your lips, mouth opening just a bit as he picked up the pace and your fingers closed in fists of his hair as a new wave of pleasure completely overtook all of your thinking.

“Uh huh,” You nodded, using your hands to kiss him again, to keep him close to you as his thrusts got sloppy and more spaced but still hard as finished. His moans mixed with your own as he slowed to a stop. “Fuck…” You sighed heavily. It was over, it was over, it was over and you were a mess underneath him. Your makeup all fucked up, your hair ruffled, your body sticky from the sweat of it all. Nearly-naked, almost entirely, under Patrick, of all people. You would have to deal with the high and it’s comedown, its consequences.

The consequence seemed to be not having anything witty or hateful to say to him as he moved to lay next to you, rubbing his face, obviously thinking this over the same way you were. You propped yourself up on your elbow and looked at him, really looked at him. And all he had for you was that stupid, arrogant grin. But it made you laugh. And for the first time in all of the times he had ever fucked you and left after dating back eight years- he reached over and pulled you into another kiss, silencing your giggle. A real kiss, hands staying put on your jaw, your hand gently pressed again his bare chest. The high was gone but the comedown was cushioned in a way you had never felt before. You couldn’t hate someone who kissed you this way with nobody waiting for him at home. Like pieces falling into place, after eight years, there was the first kiss with no intention of sex.

You couldn’t hate how right it felt with nothing about it having to feel wrong. It was surprising, how different it felt. The consequence was that you liked it.

And on the way home, your sister knew something had shifted. You sat closer to him than you ever allowed, he addressed you when he had something to say and it was just all too normal. There was another night at the motel where you’d ended up talking everything out with Patrick, finding out how he really felt about things without the need for argument. He confessed to just about everything before the night of conversation ended with you both a little bit too close. Your eyes met his in the glow of the motel pool you sat next to and before any other words were said, his hand slid around the back of your neck and he kissed you again. You didn’t have sex that night. But you ended up in his arms, your hair being tucked behind your ear, his fingers tracing patterns over your thigh.

Your sister knew something was up for sure when you returned to the motel room around 4am, but she didn’t question it. The biggest tell was that you were your regular, sweet self again. That and you had stopped calling him Zweig. There wasn’t any need to dwell on the past, you’d both decided. He was forgiven over a few cups of coffee. And your past actions felt less like something haunting... more like a mistake from the end of your teenage years.

It truly was exhausting feeling so much and not letting it serve a true purpose, you both found. You began to recognize that not everything formed in the fires of lust stayed on fire forever. It was better to succumb to the still waters that his eyes reminded you of. You liked this rematch, it was one of the best games you'd ever played.

#patrick zweig #challengers #challengers x reader #challengers fic #tinytennisskirt #patrick zweig smut #patrick zweig enemies to lovers #patrick zweig angst #patrick zweig x reader #patrick zweig x you

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callsignvulture · 3 months ago

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141 + Graves Music Headcannons‼️🎶

This is based off of a conversation I had with my roommate and boyfriend months ago. Idc if these are accurate- these were just our headcanons! This took me all damn day to write, so I hope it’s…at least decently good!:]

Simon “Ghost” Riley:

Bands: Shinedown, Theory Of A Deadman, Seether, Three Days Grace, Saving Abel, Avenged Sevenfold, Disturbed, Drowning Pool.

Top 5 listened to songs: Rx(Medicate), 45 , Just Like You , The Vengeful One, California Dreaming

In his younger years, he definitely would have joined in mosh pits at concerts. If he tried that now? God he’d be leaving out of that venue with a headache, body pains and more bruises and scars on him than when he arrived there. Because of this, he prefers to sit a fair bit away from the stage, but in the middle so he can see the whole stage.

Soap makes fun of him for it, making comments like it, “Ah cannae decide if ye're tryin' tae be somebody's faither, or if ye're just actin' like Price. Come on, LT, get wi' the times. Ye're no an auld man like Price just yet.”

But don’t let that fool you- Ghost has definitely influenced Soap’s music taste. Soap just won’t admit it.

Bonus!: Ghost would listen to…well, Ghost. Why? “‘S my name, ain’t it?”

John “Soap” MacTavish:

Bands: Twenty One Pilots, One Republic, System Of A Down, Måneskin, Limp Bizkit, Green Day, Blink-182, Weezer, Fall Out Boy, The Offspring, Games We Play.

Top 5 most listened to songs: Coffee’s For Closers, Get A Job, Fairly Local , Beverly Hills , What’s My Age Again?

Had a pop punk phase he never grew out of, and was definitely a teenage dirtbag(🥁).

His whole reality breaks when he overhears a recruit call any of the late 2000s/early 2010s bands he listens to “vintage”.(Price and Ghost just laugh and tell me he’s too young to feel that way.)

Really fun at concerts surprisingly. He always tries to be in the pit at the concerts for his favorite bands, and goes WILD if he gets noticed by an artist he really likes.

Price, Ghost and Gaz don’t really understand why he likes the music that he does.

Bonus!: When Gaz listens to Kanye, he’ll blast Taylor Swift just to fuck with him. He doesn’t like Taylor Swift, he just likes to see Gaz get frustrated. “You know she’s only popular ‘cause of ‘im, right Soap?” “Ah dinnae care. Ah juist like te disturb yer peace, Gaz.”

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick:

Bands: Arctic Monkeys, Rihanna, The Neighborhood, Kanye West, The Weeknd, Shaggy, Dr.Dre, Kendrick Lamar, Hozier, The Cardigans, Beyoncé.

Top 5 most listened to songs: It Wasn’t Me, Reflections, Love The Way You Lie, Knee Socks, Dark Times

God he’s a certified lover boy AGH-

Imagine: Gaz waking up in the early hours of the morning, sunlight on his skin, looking fine as hell…and “It Wasn’t Me” is playing on the radio AAAAAA-💕(like a damn scene straight out of a movie I swear-)

Gaz likes going to concerts and like Soap, will try to be front and center, but he’s not nearly as energetic and wild. He’d more than likely mellow out with some fruity drink.

Before Gaz joined 141, back when he was an officer, he would definitely make whoever was his ride along listen to Rihanna or Beyoncé in the early hours of his shift. Now when he’s on missions with 141 and he’s in control of the radio, he’s more likely to play Kendrick Lamar or Kanye West, much to Ghost and Price’s annoyance. Soap is the only one who doesn’t complain.

Bonus!: Surprisingly, Gaz is open to listening to any kind of music, even if he doesn’t like. Once sat down with Ghost in the common room and let Ghost show him the music he listened to. Obviously, he wasn’t a fan of it, but he appreciated it nonetheless. “Sorry, ‘s just not my style. But thanks anyways, Lieutenant.”

Captain John Price:

Bands/Artists: Guns ‘N Roses, Metallica, Kiss, AC/DC, Twisted Sister, Ozzy Osbourne, Red Hot Chili Peppers, The Rolling Stones, Mötley Crüe, Ramones, Post Malone(there’s a reason for this, stick with me-)

Top 5 Most Listened To Songs: Seek & Destroy, Rock You Like A Hurricane, Dr.Feelgood, Sunflower, Street Fighting Man

Headcanon(Thanks to my boyfriend): 141 had a movie night. Soap and Gaz wanted to watch Into The Spiderverse, which Ghost and Price agreed too(reluctantly). Price really liked the song Sunflower, and after the movie, Gaz and Soap sat down with Price and showed him more of Post Malone’s music. He’s not a huge fan of the rest of his music, but he does really like that song.

Price’s music taste hasn’t changed since he was younger, still listening to the same bands he listened to in the 80s. Definitely gets somewhat upset when he sees someone his age wearing a shirt of the band but can’t tell him any songs by the artist.

Doesn’t go to concerts anymore unless the team wants to go. Would prefer to go to a bar and listen to music while getting drinks with his mates.

Bonus!: Price is the type of guy to look at people who don’t listen to his kind of music and ask, “Oi, lads, who sings this?” “Eh...Ah havnae a clue...Guns N Roses?” “Metallica, Cap’in?” “No, ‘s definitely Kiss.”In reality, he already knows who’s singing it, and they’re all wrong.

Commander Phillip Graves:

Bands/Artist: Morgan Wallen, Tim McGraw, Blake Shelton, Bruce Springsteen, Florida Georgia Line, Carrie Underwood, Luke Bryan, Big & Rich, Jason Aldean, Sam Hunt, Luke Combs, Toby Keith, Alabama, Lynyrd Skynyrd.

Top 5 most listened to songs: God’s Country, Save A Horse(Ride A Cowboy), She’s Country, Dirt On My Boots, Should’ve Been A Cowboy.

What can I say? Southern man loves country music.

He’s not allowed to go to concerts anymore due to the fact that he has gotten drunk on several occasions & had to be escorted out:(

He had a crush on Miranda Lambert and Carrie Underwood at some point in his life and I won’t explain how I know that.

Makes the Shadows listen to his playlist when out on missions to the point where most of them could easily identify what country artist is who.

Bonus!: Absolutely hates any non-country artist who tries to make country music. Like when Beyoncé released Texas Hold ‘Em, he was absolutely livid.

#call of duty #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #phillip graves #call of duty headcanons #music headcanons #graves headcanons #soap headcanons #gaz headcanons #ghost headcanons #price headcanons #vulture writes #sfw headcanons #sfw post

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l-in-the-light · 1 month ago

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Through the Looking Glass, and What Luffy&Katakuri Found There (2/2)

Part 2 of my analysis of Luffy and Katakuri's similarities, done on request from @mewiyev. Part one is here, in case you're interested: https://www.tumblr.com/l-in-the-light/763628387804856320 (you can read it in any order you want, but part 1 is meant to be the first chronologically).

To continue from where we left off, to understand Katakuri and his vow and what kind of a person he actually is, we need to do things in reverse. By starting with analyzing his talk with Brulee and his flashback.

Brulee removes the hat from Katakuri's face like it's not a big deal, despite what she just said. And of course she does, because she prefers him when he isn't hiding how he looks.

She seems genuinely more curious than disappointed. Also she came back here because she was worried about him, brought first aid with her as well.

Katakuri on the other hand finally says something he has been keeping a secret from everyone.

Seeing from his reaction, he also kept it a secret from Brulee as well. This is the first time he realizes she already knew. She's also so happy that he's sharing it with her, that *she* doesn't have to pretend not to know as well.

Brulee thinks Katakuri did it for all of them and she's very touched by that. We learn that Katakuri, long time ago, didn't care to make friends, he wouldn't put on appearances or get along with people who make fun of him. He just wanted to be himself, inside and outside, completely transparent. He would always beat up people who made fun of him too.

And then he learned actions come with consequences. "It was my fault it happened to Brulee".

And this is his resolve as the result of it. "I was too soft, too naive!". He decided to be perfect from now on, show no weakness. But let's stop here for a moment. Because how exactly "showing no weakness" or "being perfect" is gonna help prevent similar situations from happening? We can't really reach any conclusion here, unless we go back and ask the question Katakuri himself asked as well: "Why did they go after his sister?"

The answer to that is, surprisingly enough, revealed if we compare Katakuri's flashback to Luffy's. After all, just like accident with Brulee shaped Katakuri, the same way accident with Shanks losing his arm shaped Luffy. There's a clear parallel here so let's look deeper into it.

How did it happen in Luffy's case? Oh, right. Luffy was the one who started the fight with the bandits, because they were talking bad stuff about his friend (Shanks) and he stood up for him. Mountain bandits were just drinking, minding their own business and talking trash about the thing with Shanks that happened the other day. Luffy, who looked up to Shanks, but also just really loved him, couldn't just sit and ignore what he heard.

We're led to believe that the bullies "got revenge" on Brulee, but Katakuri is taken aback. That clearly never happened before. Let's look at what Brulee said after that "Don't worry, it doesn't hurt. If you ask me, you're fine the way you are". No one asked anything about that, why did she say that? We should ask this question and draw a parallel to Luffy. What actually happened was probably Brulee overhearing the kids trashtalking her brother, she told them to take it back, said that Katakuri is fine the way he is and demanded that they apologize to him. Which the kids wouldn't do and some struggle happened, Brulee probably tried to force them to follow her, the situation escalated fast and someone took out a weapon and she got hurt.

She doesn't want Katakuri to know that she got hurt while defending her beloved brother. She didn't want him to worry or blame himself, because she knew Katakuri is actually a gentle kid. So she instead blamed it on the kids, Katakuri can get his revenge and everything will be fine, was probably her reasoning here. But she didn't realize Katakuri figured out the truth. He realized that his attitude of "I don't care what others say about me, I will just beat them up" was naive. That's because he thought it only concerns him. He didn't think it could also affect people he actually cares about. Not only because of the potential revenge, but them trying to defend him as well.

In world of One Piece (but often in our world as well), when you love someone you don't want to hear others say trash about them, you know you need to defend them, take their side. By doing that, you can often endanger yourself to violent situations like this. The only way to prevent this from happening is to reduce reasons for others to try picking fights with you, so people are too scared to badmouth you, and also eliminate all possible reasons why they would make fun of you (in Katakuri's case: covering his face serves that purpose. If they can't see his mouth or witness him eating, they can't laugh. And as the consequence no one needs to defend him and get hurt in the process!).

The same can be said for Luffy, btw. Luffy understands why Katakuri hides his face and what he's trying to protect by doing that. And he approves. Because Luffy is the same. When Shanks saved Luffy, Luffy also blamed himself, just like Katakuri did. Katakuri decided to hide his true nature as the result, from everyone. Never showing his weaknesses, vulnerability, not even his own emotions (enjoyment of eating, for example). Luffy also vowed to himself that he won't show weakness again, won't ask anyone for help, basically won't make the same mistake he did before.

Except it happened again and that wound is still quite fresh in Luffy's mind. In Dressrosa Law, Luffy's dear friend, almost lost an arm because of Luffy's actions. The result wasn't that drastic, because they could still restore Law's arm, but it defnitely gave Luffy quite a scare. Who knows what answer would Luffy reach if he didn't meet Katakuri? What kind of vow would he make to himself to make sure nothing like that ever happens again?

Maybe the very same vow Katakuri once made. "Show no weakness. Make them fear my perfection!" so that no one has to risk their wellbeing for Luffy ever again. Seems Luffy reached a different conclusion in the end and even convinced Katakuri that This Is Not The Way. Do what you have to do to make sure things don't become like that again, but don't close yourself up to the people who are actually dear to you. Everyone deserves a safe haven. First thing Katakuri did after the fight was to tell Brulee the truth (and probably only to her).

You can’t change the past, but you might learn something from it, says Alice from Through the Looking Glass.

The only way to achieve the impossible is to believe it is possible. Is another lesson Luffy relearned in WCI.

And Luffy rediscovered the old truth: there are some things he can't do (like cooking, navigation, fighting with swords etc.), but there is one thing he can do: beating up the biggest threats and fighting seriously. Luffy started the arc and went through it trying to do things in different ways than usually, but only realized that he still sucks at them and can't do them no matter how he tries. (I wrote more about that in this post: https://www.tumblr.com/l-in-the-light/762470814037819392, you don't have to read other posts in the series to read that one).

By the end of the arc Luffy accepts again that he has to rely on others. It feels like nothing really changed after Whole Cake Island, Luffy is still the old Luffy. But sometimes reaffirming who we are is as important as making big changes and decisions. Luffy faces a lot of anxieties about growing up in this arc, just like Alice from Through the Looking Glass does. Both of them start to understand the rules of the "adult" world, are confused by them and proceed blindly through as they learn by making mistakes. And both of them walk out of this experience without dramatically changing themselves. The change will come inevitably either way, no one can avoid growing up, all they can do is to watch it do it's thing in due time, while trying to stay themselves.

Nothing happened, but at the same time, so much happened. Not many are strong enough to keep on being themselves despite hitting the magical adulthood's treshold, right? We try to adjust ourselves to fit other people, like Katakuri did his whole life. He became a people pleaser, thinking that keeping appearances is more important than who he actually is. But he actually doesn't have to be perfect, he can allow himself to fall flat on his back, and it won't mean he broke his vow to protect his siblings. He will still hide his face though to prevent people who care for him from getting hurt for his sake. But he realized that he can prevent it without hiding himself from everyone. He will for sure no longer try to hide from Brulee. She's his new safe haven, where he can act openly like himself, he doesn't need to be perfect for her. I wonder if Luffy will eventually find his safe haven too? Because we all know not all Luffy's smiles are genuine, often he smiles just to make others stop worrying.

Let's go back to Brulee for a moment. She is kinda coded to be Katakuri's most important person, according to my own theory of pirates and their treasures. They both have matching marks on their faces, Katakuri has his mouth ripped from ear to ear, Brulee's scar literally rips her face in half. He hides his mark, Brulee wears hers proudly without trying to hide it, like she is fond of it. And of course she would be, if she earned it defending her most favourite brother in the world, right? One Piece Red shows us beautifully who is her most beloved person, when Nami lures her out of the mirror by saying "you will be stuck here forever if you won't help us, and you will never see your family again!" and Brulee appears, crying "Even my older brother Katakuri??" and upon getting affirmation Brulee decides to help them.

Actually, seeing Whole Cake Island through the lens of this theory significantly changes motivations of Brulee and Katakuri, so let's take a closer look, shall we?

The very moment it's revealed that Brulee was made into unwilling accomplice, Katakuri declares that "there's no way to stop things" anymore. He won't let it slide, after all. He can't let it slide, even. He's the perfect brother meant to protect everyone.

"I'm the victim here, brother!". Big Mom wouldn't care for that excuse. Many times through the arc other characters and Brulee herself mentioned that if Big Mom finds out, Brulee will end up dead. That's why Opera lied (which ended up working in Luffy's advantage too), to save himself from punishment. The said punishment is clearly hinted to be most likely death.

This puts Katakuri in a tough spot. He should punish Brulee or allow others to do it. What he does instead though, is keeping her close to himself at all times.

He takes her to the Sunny with him, he fights Luffy in the mirror world, and I think it's all because he wants to keep an eye so that no one tries to execute punishment on her. He's also making sure it looks like she's making amends for her blunder, which might or might not help. The bottom line here is: he's protecting her by bringing her with him everywhere.

Also that motivation he shares here? "Strawhat Luffy needs to be snuffed out now"? A big fat lie. You can see that Katakuri's eyes are shaded (in One Piece that often means that a character isn't completely honest!). His true motivation is getting revenge on Luffy for manhandling his sister. That's why he waits on Sunny for Luffy to arrive, that's why he tells others to retreat. This fight is personal for Katakuri, it's payback. Would he do the same for any other sibling? Maybe yes, maybe not, but I think Brulee is Katakuri's most beloved person in the world and he would do just about anything for her.

But, you might say, Katakuri cares for all the siblings, he's the perfect brother! Yes, he does. But that doesn't mean he can't have one special sibling he cares about the most, right?

Both Katakuri and Brulee care for their family a lot. Their care is reflected in each other like a mirror image.

And just look how fond he is of her. He's teasing her that she's just gonna sleep all day (is that something that actually happens often, because it sure sounds this way). She's kinda out of the loop here, but he doesn't even acknowledge this because he doesn't have to. He knows Brulee is one tough cookie. We also know that thanks to the flashback. And of course the person who would defend Katakuri like that would become His Most Favourite Person in the world.

Brulee is also always observing Katakuri in this fight. She's worried, but she won't assist him, she knows better than to interefere in his fights. And it's not because she is afraid of punishment or Katakuri disliking her. Oh, if his life was truly in danger, she would easily have done that, she has the guts. She doesn't act just because she doesn't want her brother to suffer the consequences. Let's look at things from her perspective. Once upon a time she defended her brother and got hurt as the result. That was the last time Katakuri showed his face, despite the fact that Brulee loved his face and told him as much. She probably reached conclusion that the change in him is Brulee's fault, she wanted well but caused him pain instead that he doesn't want to experience again. She doesn't want a repeat of that so she doesn't try to interfere anymore.

They both act this way. One is protecting the other by withholding and pretending. Brulee knows Katakuri didn't truly change, thanks to her devil fruit's ability she can peek at him anytime she wants, but she won't call him out on his lie and will play along. They both play the pretend game, which reminds me of polish novella "The Waistcoat", in which wife and husband keep on lying to each other to spare their beloved one pain and ligthen the burden.

"I will pretend to believe your lie and will play along with it, to help you and to keep your spirit up!", is what Brulee is truly doing here.

Also Brulee isn't so weak, and yet she fails to fight Luffy and his crew properly, mostly just trying to sabotage him indirectly. Why? Because he probably reminds her of Katakuri. In One Piece it's a reccuring theme, when one of the characters can't fight someone that reminds them of a dear person or some impostor pretending to be them. Brulee in that frame above almost sounds *worried* for Luffy or unusually interested in him (though she also just wanted to lure him out, not gonna deny that).

Katakuri changed his attitude in that fight after Luffy's return. He realized probably that Luffy would never harm Brulee and he might be grateful for that, and his initial anger for them misusing her kinda dissipated.

On the contrary, suddenly Katakuri seems like he's trying to teach Luffy how to fight, getting disappointed in him when he doesn't deliver. At first he wanted to defeat Luffy in fastest way possible:

It's clear Katakuri's motivation changed in the middle of this battle.

Till it finally reaches this point. What is actually going on inside Katakuri's head? At first, he wants to make up for the blunder of Brulee. He's monitoring the situation outside the mirror world closely. He knows that if they get the Strawhats, Brulee's blunder will get forgotten and he will deliver his revenge at the same time, just like he wanted.

After he realized that Luffy won't hurt Brulee, he decided for another way out of this situation. If they all lose to the Strawhats, Big Mom would have to punish all her children, which she won't do. So if Katakuri loses to Luffy, he will save his face and protect Brulee from punishment at the same time (her blunder wouldn't stand out anymore if they all lose!). That's why he takes the loss against Luffy despite being stronger than him. All of Luffy's last punches miss him while every single one of Katakuri's is landing. Katakuri easily accepts the limit of Luffy's current strength. That's also why he asks him to come again (once he's stronger, too), so they can have a rematch, without the "losing face" shanenigans coming in the way. He allows himself to voice his wish to fight someone strong, just because he wants to fight him in an even fight, not doing it for his family or for keeping appearances.

Just look at this. He's anticipating Luffy "doing the unthinkable". It's like he wants to see it, despite claiming he should probably eliminate him before that happens. In the middle of the fight, with his resentment gone, he started to kinda root for Luffy, he wants to see how far he can take his observation haki in such a short amount of time.

And Katakuri is actually a strategist, we can see that when he tries to manage the situation at the tea party/wedding. Trying to prevent the biggest disaster scenarios, telling his other brothers to assemble two squads to go after Bege and Strawhats while he himself goes to the final goal and waits, so their targets get surrounded from all sides. Even standing guard at the entrance to the tea party proves that he chose the most strategic position to avoid any bad things and twists happening:

He sales it as his haki's premonition, but he truly doesn't need that to know what this guy is planning. He knows Big Mom and her usual modus operandi (and we know it too thanks to explanation from Pekoms), anyone who refuses to attend the tea party (no matter the reasons) will receive a special "gift" - a severed head of someone close to them. Katakuri claims it's his haki at play here just to instill fear and so no one questions him. He strategizes his strong points for maximum impact, and it works fantastically well.

Brulee claims she won't forgive Luffy for hurting Katakuri, even though she knows already that Katakuri is very fond of him. Katakuri doesn't even answer, because what could he say? He did everything there for her and he's still not gonna admit that openly. Brulee doesn't need to see the future to guess Katakuri's reaction either, she knows him so well she doesn't even need that ability. That alone proves she's his favourite sister, imo.

Also, here's a thought. Katakuri might have also realized that Brulee was unusually fond of Strawhat Luffy through this arc, definitely going easy on him. Heh, indeed.

Fun food for thought: Luffy probably wanted to master observation haki just so nothing bad ever happens to someone dear to him on his watch, without him knowing. I bet you anything that's why Katakuri ended up mastering his observation haki too, so the tragedy never repeats again and so he would have a chance to prevent it if it ever does anyway.

This marks the end of my meta on Katakuri :) This one is sooo long. Whoever lasted to the end of it, I hope you enjoyed!

There's more Katakuri and less Luffy here, mostly because I already did the full analysis on Luffy in Whole Cake Island here: https://www.tumblr.com/l-in-the-light/762470814037819392

#one piece #luffy #luffy vs katakuri #charlotte katakuri #charlotte brulee #alice in wonderland #one piece meta #love is a hurricane #mirror world

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enhashoutout · 11 months ago

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When Universes Collide

The one where alien!reader falls in love with Smoky, learns what a soulmate is, and that some humans are amazing while others suck.

Smoky x alien!reader inspired by a story about Smoky and alien!reader by @airbendertendou . If you haven't read it yet go read it, the story is so cute! This post was inspired by Airbendertendou's post and the G-idle "I Do" music video.

Genre: fluff and angst

Warnings: swearing, injuries, blood, violence, fighting (typical H&L stuff but let me know if I missed anything), character deaths, brief mentions of torture

Reader is referred to as "reader" until it switches to ____ in place of Y/N

I usually use she/her pronouns and physical features that are associated with females to write my OCs as that is easiest for me but if you do not go by those pronouns or do not possess those features, please feel free to change them to fit you as you are reading! (It's a really long post lol)

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Alien!reader wakes up just outside of Nameless City but can't remember anything other than their name and that they are not from this planet.

Alien!reader walks around Nameless City and runs into a group of kids who are playing. She stays hidden and observes them for a few days before the kids invite her to play with them.

Alien!reader who can materialize stars to appear as if they were fireflies with her hands and has healing powers (I know aliens can't do this just go with it lol)

The kids play with alien!reader and always ask to see the stars come out of her hands. Reader promises to create more stars when it is night time so that the kids can see them better than in the day time.

Alien!reader whose energy has a positive effect on Nameless City, causing the kids and other residents to be more positive and making the city's colors more vibrant.

Smoky realizes that all this is happening but doesn't know why.

Lala telling Smoky and the rest of the Rude Boys that she doesn't know why any of it is happening but she is thankful for whoever or whatever is helping the residents of Nameless City.

The Rude Boys overhear the kids talking about "the pretty girl with strange eyes" who makes stars in her hands and makes their injuries go away and goes investigating but comes back empty-handed.

Alien!reader who acquires chalk from one of the nice Nameless City residents and takes it to the kids because she's never seen it before.

The kids take turns writing their names with the chalk on the pavement and encourage alien!reader to do the same.

Reader writes her name as best as she can with the chalk next to the kids' names and they start calling her by it

One night, as the residents of Nameless City are getting ready for bed, alien!reader dims the fires and lets stars loose around the city.

"Where did a bunch of fireflies come from?" (Probably Takeshi or P) "She did! She kept her promise! Look at the stars!" cheered the kids "These aren't fireflies. They're stars. But how?" (Lala) As the kids run around playing with the stars Lala stops one of the little girls named Eri. "Eri, do you know where the stars came from?" "Of course! ____ did it!" "Who is ____?" "The pretty girl with strange eyes!" "Can you take us to her?" "We don't know where she is at night, we only see her during the day. We can take you tomorrow."

So the next morning the kids, Rude Boys, and Lala are on their way to find ____

"____! Where are you?!" shouted the kids ____ was surprised to see the other people with the kids. Up until now she only interacted with the kids and the older man who gave her the chalk. "____! You're here! These are our older brothers and sister. Our brothers are angels, they guard Nameless City." ____ didn't know what to say and just waved at them. Eri ran up to her and brought her closer to the group. "This is ____, the pretty girl with strange eyes. When she blinks her eyes close sideways. She's really nice. She helps us when we get hurt and she makes stars come out of her hands! All the stars last night were made by her. She can only make small stars in the day time but she promised that she would fill Nameless City with stars at night so we could see them better. Can you show them ____?" ____ nodded and held her hand up, a small galaxy appearing in her palm. The Rude Boys looked at her confused. "She also makes our injuries go away." "How?" (P) "Can you show them ____?" "But no one is hurt to help" This is the first time she's spoken since they met her. Smoky took off the glove on his hand and held his scratched-up hand out to ____. She hovers her hand over his and the scratches heal themselves as if they were never there, only a few old scars remain. "What are you?" asks Takeshi "I don't know... I just know I am not from here and I am not like you. I woke up here a few weeks ago. I don't know how to go back." "You can stay here with us. We're a family here in Nameless City." (Smoky)

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The group figures out that ____ can heal wounds and make fevers and the flu go away.

The group tries to get her to try and make larger diseases go away but she can't seem to do it.

At night by herself, ____ tries to figure out how to become stronger to heal illnesses of larger capacities.

Smoky with the help of Rude Boys, the kids, and the other residents teaches ____ the language and she is able to communicate with everyone in no time.

As ____ stays and becomes a part of the family, she slowly falls in love with Smoky.

Smoky has mutual feelings, especially seeing her help his family but he's scared to tell her considering he doesn't know how long he'll live.

Lala and ____ become besties <3 and tell each other everything.

Lala sees the way her brother looks at her new friend and the way ____ looks at Smoky.

Lala gets ____ to admit her feelings for Smoky

"Hey ____." "Yes?" "Do you like my brother?" "Of course! I like everyone in Nameless City, we're a family." "No, no I mean do you like like him. Do you have feelings for him?" "I don't think I know what that means..." Lala spends the rest of their girls day explaining to reader what feelings are lol. "So do you understand now?" "I think so..." "So do you like Smoky?" "Yeah, I think I do." Insert happy squeals

Lala convinces Smoky to tell ____ about his feelings, telling him to think about himself and what he wants for once.

"I can't tell her" "Why not?" "She deserves someone who will stay with her forever. I don't want to hurt her if I leave first." "Don't say that! You'll get better. Even if not, don't you want to experience being happy? Can't you think of yourself and what you want for once?"

And that ladies and gents is how Lala got Smoky to consider telling ____ about his feelings.

One night while the rest of Nameless City sleeps, Smoky takes ____ to the tallest building in the city. The two sit in silence as the breeze passes by them. ____ keeps brushing her hair out of her face, Smoky reaches over and tucks a stray strand of hair behind ____'s ear. (screaming, crying, throwing up)

"I like you ____. I like you a lot. Even if you don't feel the same, I wanted to tell you. Lala convinced me to." "That's funny, Lala convinced me to tell you how I feel also. I also like you Smoky... So what happens now?" "Will you be my girlfriend? It means we're together." "I would love to be."

Aaaaaaand he leans in to kiss her on the forehead. (AAAAAHHHH)

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All the fluff before the angst hits because I love Smokey so much

Lala giving ____ a green jacket with a fur-lined hood to layer on top of her black one-piece suit so she matches with the group. (For the black one-piece suit, go watch the G-idle "I Do" music video, Miyeon's black one-piece suit before she changes to the white dress was my inspo for reader's outfit.)

____ always heals the Rude Boys' injuries after fights

She also helps heal anyone who's not feeling well (flu, fever, etc.) and Smoky looks at her with all the love in the world in his eyes as she does it

When she's patching up Smoky he just stares at her and thinks about how much he loves her

Dates consists mainly of getting away to the outskirts of Nameless City for a little peace and quiet and quality time together. (But they're never too far in case the others need to find them)

Or star-gazing from the tallest building where they confessed to each other.

Idk why but Smoky strikes me as 1) someone who really likes stars and the night sky and 2) someone who felt they had to grow up quickly to protect everyone so he didn't get to experience much of a childhood. Soooo this leaves me to believe that if they aren't sitting on the tallest building stargazing, they are sitting in a secluded area probably blocked off by makeshift curtains where ____ creates stars just for Smoky and admires the way his eyes light up because she doesn't get to see that side of him often (making myself cry I'm totally fine).

Another date: as they sit on the building star-gazing, ____ sees a shooting star coming their way. ____ quickly closes her eyes and makes a wish, Smoky watches her and smiles.

"What did you wish for love?" "Eri says that if you say it out loud the wish won't come true, so I can't tell you, but you're a part of it."

Forehead kisses I can't stress this enough

____ always unexpectedly running to Smoky and giving him back hugs.

Smoky gives ____ back hugs and buries his head in the crook of her neck or rests his head on her shoulder.

When they haven't seen each other all day because Smoky is a busy SWORD leader, the hugs they share at the end of the day include Smoky lifting ____ up and giving her a little spin as they giggle, happy to see each other.

____ always gives Smoky little good luck kisses when he leaves to take care of SWORD business which causes light teasing from the other Rude Boys but they are happy that you make their leader happy.

Smoky is always laying on ____'s lap every chance he gets. I feel like she would braid little pieces of his hair and hum songs while she's doing so and he takes little naps while this happens because she puts him at peace.

At night alien!reader and Smoky cuddle to sleep. Smoky probably likes being the big spoon and holds ____ because, in this time and space of night, he can be a little selfish and forget about his duties as a SWORD Leader. It's just him and his beloved in their own little world. For once, Smoky has someone to call his own.

____'s positive energy engulfs Smoky and all of Nameless City in a little bubble of positivity that allows everyone sweet dreams and ease of sleep.

Remember how I said that at night ____ practices her magic on her own so she can heal illnesses and injuries of larger capacities? Lala lets Smoky's condition slip in a conversation with ____ so once she makes sure that Smoky is deep in dreamland, she slips away to work even harder to get stronger to cure Smoky.

But she'll remember to slip back into bed before the sun rises so that when Smoky wakes up he wakes up to her by his side.

At night when Smoky is deep in sleep, ____ transfers some of her life energy to him to help him without saying anything.

I feel like Smoky and ____'s way of showing love for each other is more physical than verbal. Things like holding hands, hugs, letting the other know they are there with some kind of wholesome physical touch. The very few times they say "I love you" to each other are in the dead of night when they are having deep talks. They don't have to verbally say it to each other because they know that their love is strong and very much present.

Picture this. One night while on a little late, star-gazing date on the tallest Nameless City building Smoky is asking ____ personal questions to know a little more about her.

"Unfortunately, I don't remember where I come from, what I am, or why I crashed here but whatever happened, I'm glad I woke up on this planet next to this city." "Why is that?" "If what humans say about soulmates is true, then I found my person. I found my soulmate. I love you, Smokey." "I love you more ____." "I love you most." "And I love you in every universe. I'm happy our universes collided."

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____ wants Smoky and Rude Boys to teach her to fight like them. Smoky objects at first saying he doesn't want her to get hurt but she convinces him by telling him she also wants to help protect the Nameless City residents and promised not to jump into a fight unless absolutely necessary.

____ picks up their fighting style quickly considering she is an extraterrestrial being.

In the first movie when Smoky fights with Ryu, Smoky orders Takeshi to take ____ and P and run because he doesn't want anyone else finding out about her, especially not Kuryu group. When the members show up again with the getaway car, ____ is the first to jump out and grab Smoky.

After the doctor stitches Smoky up, ____ stays with him and uses her healing to help take away the pain when everyone is out of sight.

I feel like ____ would take it upon themselves to join Rude and get in the loop of what's happening around S.W.O.R.D. in place of Smoky so that Rude isn't down one man.

It definitely took a lot of convincing Smoky AND the others though.

Now that you guys are family, they want to protect you and keep you out of the cross-fire like Lala but you're so stubborn eventually you get everyone to say okay.

When Cobra calls for a meeting between all of SWORD's leaders, ____ tries to convince Smoky to let her attend with the other Rude Boys members, but he says no because he doesn't want anyone to find out about her to keep her safe.

____ eventually gets Smoky to agree and promises to keep her face hidden and stay out of trouble.

This is when the rest of S.W.O.R.D. meets you, sort of

The whole time Rude is at the meeting, Smoky can't be calm because he's worried about you.

He'll be tossing and turning, and it takes Lala giving him a whole talk about how you're strong and the others will protect you if anything were to happen for him to kind of calm down and sleep.

As Rude arrives to the meeting, Takeshi jumps into the leader ring as the rest of the group stays back.

____ hides in between the other boys and keeps her hood pulled over her face, going unnoticed by the others until Cobra points it out and the other leaders turn your way.

"You're all here, but where is Smoky?"

"We're here on his behalf"

"New member then?"

"New member."

"No need to be shy, we all know each other here. You can take your hood off!" shouts Murayama with his happy-go-lucky personality.

"Smoky requests that the new member keep their face hidden. Safety reasons."

"It's because she's his girl I'm sure. That's not a new Rude Boy, it's a girl. Her build looks different from the rest of you." points out Hyuga.

"Smoky's girl and she could kick your ass. Now, why are we here?"

As Cobra proposes the idea of an alliance to the other leaders, multiple conversations are happening in the back.

The other boys keep trying to look under the hood to look at your face, but you're doing a good job at hiding yourself.

"Bro how did Smoky get a girl before me?" (some rando in one of the groups).

"Idk, isn't he sick though?"

The Rude Boys members look at you as you speak.

"Talk about my boyfriend one more time and this alliance won't have a chance to start before it ends." Everyone shut up after that, slay for you queen.

As Rude tries to leave, ____ is stopped by Cobra. "Wait! I didn't catch your name."

"____."

"____. I think that S.W.O.R.D. would benefit from an alliance. Can you think about it and convince Smoky?"

"I don't disagree. I think that S.W.O.R.D. would be a lot stronger standing together, but you heard Takeshi. I know you want to take down Kuryu group but Nameless City's top priority is to make sure everyone stays alive. Kuryu is not only trying to evict us but kill us, residents of Nameless City aren't seen as important. To them we're nothing. I'll try and talk to Smoky but we'll see what happens."

When Rude arrives home, they go straight to see Smoky. The boys tell him what happened and he says he'll think about it and get back to them.

Smoky is laying down and ____ is sitting at his bedside.

"Were you safe today?"

"Yes. I kept my hood on and just stood back while Takeshi did the talking. I almost fought someone though."

"Why is that?"

"I don't like it when people talk about you like the way they did."

Smoky could tell the topic made her upset so he switched the direction of the conversation. "What do you think about the alliance ____?"

"Cobra isn't wrong. I think S.W.O.R.D. would be stronger together, but..... I don't know if it's right to sacrifice so much to try and take down Kuryu either."

"Why is that?"

"Well, the thought of taking down the Kuryu group is good, but at what cost? Sacrifices can be made for the greater good but I don't think I can if those sacrifices are human lives. We may not live in a great area or have led great lives, but the people who live here are still humans, shouldn't they receive a little compassion for that?"

Cue Smokey looking at ____ with all the love in the world in his eyes again

"Humans are weird... why are humans so mean? It's something I haven't quite understood since waking up here."

"Some humans just aren't as good as others, angel."

"Angel? That's what the kids call you. I never got around to asking anyone what that word means.... what does it mean?"

"I guess you could say it's someone who brings comfort and help to others when they're in trouble."

"That must be why everyone calls you that then. You're always helping the Nameless City residents. But then, who helps you?"

"You do. You're my angel."

They are so in love I can't *curls up into a corner and cries*

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I wasn't sure where to put this scene because it doesn't fit anywhere else format-wise, but it happens before shit hits the fan so I'm gonna put it here

Picture this

Smoky and ____ both know that his health condition isn't all that great, so they unspokenly agree to spend a lot of time together, even more than they used to.

____ and Lala would prefer Smokey stay in bed but he insists on going for a walk with ____, so she agrees.

The two are walking, hand in hand, talking about everything and nothing all at once. It's just one of those moments where for a little while they can just be a young couple. They aren't leaders of a gang. they aren't being hunted by corrupted bitch ass grandpas, they're just a couple out on a walk.

As they're walking Smoky stops and ___ turns around to look at him.

"Why did you stop walking?"

"___?"

"Yes Smoky?"

"You know I love you right?"

"Of course. I love you too. Why do you ask?"

"I don't know how long I have so-"

___ runs up to him and hugs him tightly, whispering for him to stop.

"Stop. Don't say that."

"It's unavoidable ___. We both know that I'm sick and don't know how long I have to live."

"I know... I just don't want to think about it. I want to stay with you for a long time. I want to go wherever you go."

"I know angel. I just wanted to tell you how much I love you before I can't."

"I will always love you Smoky."

"And I'll always love you too angel."

Cue slow motion, dramatic shot of them making eye contact and the breeze blowing past them and he leans down to kiss her (I'm literally screaming, crying, throwing up, sliding down the wall, dying writing this)

Smoky continues holding her in his arms

I feel like during the very few times Smoky allows himself to be a little selfish he would imagine their life together years down the line. He doesn't do this often just so that he doesn't hurt them both by conjuring up a future that will never happen but he does every once in a while and in this moment where he's holding her in his arms and looking at her he is doing it.

Smoky is thinking about how he would love to live out the rest of his years with her as they take care of Nameless City. He would think about how he doesn't want kids of his own due to their situation but they would treat all the kids there as if they were their own. He would think about how Nameless City wasn't much but it was their home and how thankful he is that ___ would choose to be with him and stay here with him when she probably had better options.

But then the two get interrupted and the daydreams have to come to an end :(

Yu comes to tell the two that Kuryu group is back in town and are trying to take the children and women.

"I love you, wait for me. I'll come back," she says as she follows Yu.

Scene continues in the next section under "Let me set the scene"

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I feel like everyone in S.W.O.R.D. would find out that ____ is an extraterrestrial being through Saigo. Maybe when he's telling The Amamiya brothers, Kohaku, and Tsukumo about how Rude mines the crystalized toxic waste and sells it, idk, but I feel like they would find out through him and then tell the Sannoh members and then it spreads to the rest of S.W.O.R.D. from there.

Kuryu definitely finds out through Ryu cause that bitch always got people snooping around Nameless City. Kuryu probably also found out from Ryu because ____ was there when Rude came in the getaway car for Smoky during that one fight where Ryu freakin sliced his back and he needed stitches. Ryu probably remembered and had someone spy on them.

And y'all know these stinky, wrinkly, old raisins, they'll do anything for money.

Probably planning to kidnap her and perform scientific experiments on her or sell her to some other corrupt corporation that wants to study her for money.

Cue Kuryu scheming to kidnap ____.

Let me set the scene:

Ryu has had people lurking around Nameless City to help himself in higher ranking with Kuryu.

They find out about ___ being non-human and also being Smoky's s/o, so now they have someone they can not only use as leverage against Smoky but a non-human being is probably gonna get them a shit ton of money.

Probably went into Nameless City and pretended to kidnap the kids as a distraction. They're looking out for Rude, and once they see ___ jump into the fight, they shove all the kids out of the van, keep her locked in, and drive off.

"___!"

"THEY TOOK ___!"

The members split up, half running after the van and the other half get the kids to safety but now they're confused because wtf are they gonna do?! Smoky is gonna be furious that another family member was taken, no less the love of his life.

The members who ran after the van couldn't stop them before the van left Nameless City. Rude all meet up to go and find Smoky, finding him and Lala together.

"Smoky... we have bad news" (P)

Smoky looked at his members, "Where's ___?"

"She was taken. The kids were just a way to lure her out and distract us. Once they got their hands on her they let everyone else go. We're sorry. We should've paid better attention." (Takeshi)

All the members have their heads hung low, ashamed they couldn't come back with everyone.

Smoky looked into the distance, "They're coming," he whispered.

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I don't know how long Cobra was held by Kuryu group when he got kidnapped but for the sake of this story, I'm gonna say he's been there for a whole night and this is his second day in there when ___ arrives to join him.

___ fights with the dudes who are in the back of the van with her the whole entire ride. These dudes are trying to hold her down and she's just jumping everywhere and kicking them the van literally can not drive smoothly because she's jumping from wall to wall in the back. Once they get to their destination, more men come out and are able to hold her down so now she's locked up with Cobra.

The two are chained facing each other and this is the first time Cobra actually sees her face since last time they met she had her hood up.

These 2 are literally getting beat up in this room together but neither will give Kuryu the information they want.

"You can leave Cobra, just give us what we want. We want Rude's leader, not you." Cobra proceeds to glare at the Kuryu cronies without an answer. The man turns around and goes towards ___ and makes her look at him by grabbing her hair. "Or maybe his girlfriend will talk. Tell me where your boyfriend is monster."

"I'll die before I tell you where any of them are."

This leads to him beating her with a pipe. The catch is that her wounds start healing themselves right as they appear on her body so it leaves the Kuryu guys confused. He leaves to report his findings which leaves the two alone for a while.

Cue the bonding time.

"___, your eyes."

"Yes Cobra, I know my eyes close a different way," ___ says as she laughs at him.

"You're not human?"

"No. Smoky makes me wear my hood up to cover my eyes so that other people don't see that my eyes close differently."

"What are you?"

"I don't really know. I just know that I'm not human. All I can remember is that I crashed just outside of Nameless City and the kids found me one day while I was wandering around. They introduced me to Rude Boys a while later and then I became part of the family."

"Do you like it there?"

"I don't know anything else but I do. I like the Nameless City family, it's really big, and everyone takes care of each other."

"That's nice to know. What about your injuries?"

"They heal on their own. I can heal other people too but only small things like cuts, bruises, and the flu."

"I'm gonna ask Smoky if I can borrow you during flu season, the Sannoh guys are awful when they're sick."

The two laugh and continue to make small talk and yank on the chains holding them to try and escape.

As night starts to fall, the Kuryu cronies are back and Cobra and ___ are back to getting beaten.

"We want to take out Rude's leader, you get me?"

"Smoky and the others will get out before you can find them," says ___. The cronies aren't too happy to hear it so they start beating them up again.

Mr. Kurosaki walks in and looks at the two. He bends down to Cobra's level and looks at him before turning to look at ___. "If he won't talk, we don't need him, give him the cement. Her, get her ready for the operating table. The scientists we recruited want to do tests on the monster."

"The only monster in here is you."

Mr. Kurosaki sends a slap to ___'s face. "Carry on," he says as he leaves.

As the cronies are untying ___ to take her elsewhere and trying to make Cobra ingest the cement, Kohaku and Tsukumo break in.

"That smoothie looks disgusting. It could upset his stomach." The two are able to beat everyone up and get Cobra and ___ out of their chains. As they help the two stand, ___ looks at Cobra alarmed.

"Cobra, Smoky."

"Kohaku we have to hurry. Smoky is in danger." The two men grabbed Cobra and ___, put them on their motorcycles, and headed towards Nameless City.

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"Almost everyone was taken."

"I refuse to move out no matter what!"

"They can't just do this to us."

"What about ___?"

As the group is talking, Smoky joins them.

"Smoky, you should stay in bed."

"Get ready to clear out."

"Hey, are we deserting Nameless City?"

"No! There's nowhere else to go! And what about ___?!"

"We've been living our lives for someone else. We kept ourselves alive by helping each other. Our dreams were always someone else's dreams. But things have to change now. From now on, you have to dream for yourselves, and not for other people. In a new town."

"But Smoky, I want to stay here. With all of us here together."

"Eri, don't worry. We'll always be together. The way we are now, we can survive anywhere."

The group felt the ground begin to shake and ran out to check what was happening. Kuryu was laying waste to the city.

"Everybody run! Go!" shouted Takeshi. P grabbed Lala and Eri, taking them as they both shouted for Smoky to go with them.

"Takeshi, you go too."

"What about you?"

"I'll lure them away."

"What about ___? What do I tell her when she comes back?"

Smoky turned back to look at him, "Take care of everyone."

"Smoky-"

"Go."

Takeshi knew there was no point in arguing with Smoky so he looked at his leader one last time and followed the others out.

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"Are you here to kill me?"

"I have orders. I can't refuse them."

"SO THIS IS WHERE HE WAS! YOUR LITTLE INHUMAN GIRLFRIEND CAN'T HELP YOU THIS TIME!"

"Hey, Smoky. What's so special about this place anyways?"

"You wouldn't understand, Cain."

"Don't call me by that name! GET HIM!"

Smoky let out a small smile. "It was a cold night like this, the day that it happened. When I was abandoned in this town, and the world forgot about me. But, I found my true family here. A family with bonds stronger than blood. I got to experience love. I had faith in my future and was happy with my family. I was happy with my love even if it was short-lived. Without a doubt, I have lived the best life."

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Tsukumo and Kohaku came into the building supporting Cobra and ___.

"Where's Smoky?!" shouted Cobra.

___ let go of Tsukumo and ran towards her family.

She doesn't care who sees at this point, she's using every freakin power she can conjure out of her hands to save Smoky.

Takeshi looks at her "____, he's gone"

"No, no he's not. I can fix this," she whispers shakily.

Everyone sits around her and watches as the girl hovers above him trying to resurrect him.

Lala kneels down next to ____.

She lets out sounds of frustration mixed with sobs as she continues trying and saying "No, please, I can fix this" to herself as if it were a mantra. Her voice grows with her emotions. "I can fix this. I can fix this. I can fix this. I CAN FIX THIS! I CAN FIX IT!"

____ lays her head on Smoky's chest. "Why didn't you wait for me?" she whispers to him.

Lala pulls ____ away from her brother's body and into a hug. The two cry, having lost the person they both love most.

As everyone else digs a place to put Smoky to rest, Lala and ____ sit together with him. ____ fixed them into a position where his head laid on her lap as he always liked to do. Her sobs stopped, but tears continued to fall from her eyes as she healed the cuts and bruises making them go away. If she couldn't bring him back, at least she could make his wounds go away so that they didn't hurt wherever he was.

"Your tears shine just like the stars you make for the kids to play with. If he saw you like this he would tell you how pretty they are, but then he would wipe your tears and tell you that he liked it better when you smiled." Lala let a faint smile grace her face as she pictured how her brother would look speaking to ____ and brushing her tears away.

"He would take one look at us and ask who made us cry, then threaten to fight them afterward huh?"

"Yeah, yeah he would."

The boys came back to pick up Smoky's body. As they began lowering him down, ____ grabbed onto his arm.

"____, let him go. We will all miss him, but you have to let him go in peace," whispered Takeshi as he looked at the broken girl.

"I can't. I don't think I'm ready," ____ whispered back.

Cobra walked over to ____ and gently released her hand from Smoky's arm. "Let him go ____. He lived a good life and he's in a better place now."

____ begins to cry again as her beloved is lowered into the ground and covered. More tears came out of her eyes as he became less visible.

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The rest of Rude along with the girls stayed in the old Mugen warehouse for the night, not wanting to go to back to Nameless City quite yet.

No one was able to sleep, so they stayed up to talk.

"What happened while I was gone?"

"When we came back to tell Smoky that they took you, he knew that something big was about to happen. He told everyone to clear out, including me. I asked him what I was supposed to tell you once you came back and he wasn't here, all he said was to take care of everyone." A tear fell down Takeshi's face as he finished. ___ had never seen any of the Rude Boys cry since she became a part of the family. They always said that they didn't have time to cry, and that they always had to be strong.

Lala grabbed ___'s hand. "___, what happened to you when you were gone?"

"I was held captive in the same room as Cobra. We were both chained to the ceiling. Kuryu wanted information on Smoky, but neither of us would talk so we got beat up. The guy who was hitting me with a bat realized that my injuries were healing themselves. This caused them to experiment on me later and figured out that if I'm repeatedly injured, it takes longer for the wounds to heal. How is everyone holding up?"

She got all sorts of answers varying from "Not great", to "awful", and "I hate this".

"I know that we all miss Smoky, but let's not let his death keep us from continuing to live, okay?"

"Okay. For Smoky!" yelled the boys.

The group began breaking off into smaller conversations, Lala and ___ broke off to have girl talk.

"___, are you alright?"

"In what context Lala?"

"Losing my brother, getting beaten up, everything."

"If I'm being honest Lala, no. No, I'm not okay. The last thing I got to say to Smoky was 'I'll be back, wait for me' and I didn't even get to keep my word. He didn't live long enough to see me come back. Kuryu cronies' beatings didn't even hurt as much as when I walked into the warehouse and saw Smoky lifeless. I feel so useless. I would transfer life energy to Smoky and then practiced so hard to get my magic stronger, all for nothing to work. What is the point in being some other extraterrestrial being if I couldn't even do anything."

"You transferred your life energy into Smoky? Isn't that dangerous?"

"I think so. I started feeling the affects after the second time I did it."

"That's why you were super pale and tired that one day huh?"

"Yeah..."

"Do you know how mad Smoky would be if he knew you were doing that?"

"It's a good thing he never found out then isn't it?"

The two girls looked at each other and laughed, thankful that even in times of sorrow they still had each other to find light in.

"What about you? Are you okay Lala?"

"No, not really. I miss my brother, I'm worried about the rest of our family, and I'm worried about where we'll go from here. Will we all go back to Nameless City? We couldn't even bring ourselves to go back tonight, will we ever be okay again?"

"Smoky always said that he believed we were the strongest in SWORD, we'll be okay."

Lala looked at ___ and nodded. Smoky always believed they would fly higher than anyone else, they'll all be okay eventually.

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Rude Boys, Amamiya Brothers, Kohaku, Tsukumo, and Cobra sat together in the old Mugen warehouse.

___ hasn't talked to anyone else other than her family members since Smoky's burial. She sat with Lala who held her, knowing she needed the comfort.

After some time ___ got out of her spot and walked to Cobra. "Cobra."

"Hm?"

"Turn your head this way," she said as she pointed to her left.

He was confused but did as the girl said.

She held her hand up to his face and helped lighten the bruising. "That's all I can do because I'm a bit weak right now, but it'll help the bruises heal faster."

"Thank you ___." Cobra offered her the seat next to him on his motorcycle but she shook her head no and walked back to sit with Lala.

Lala looked at the two and smirked knowingly.

The other SWORD Gangs arrived, listening to how they would be able to take Kuryu down. With their plan down, everyone split up to do their respective tasks.

As Tsukumo, Sannoh, Lala, and ___ arrived at the second test center, they scoped out the area.

"It's only for women, we'll go in."

"Are you guys sure? ___ you're still weak from when we were captured."

"I'm fine. We'll be fine."

The two girls jumped in through the window and began sneaking around to look for Eri.

As the two girls were tip-toeing towards the noise, Lala looked at ___ and whispered. "My brother just died, can you wait a while before you start dating Cobra?"

"LALA," ___ whisper yelled. "I'm not dating anyone else. Come on, this way, it's not the time to make jokes we have to find Eri." Lala laughed at her best friend's reaction.

The girls entered a room and hid behind a pillar.

"Aunty." (Lala)

"Lala, ___."

"What happened?" (___)

"Eri. They're looking for her."

"Why Aunty?" (Lala)

"She was the first to test positive for the illness, but she's escaped."

"Where to?" (Lala)

"She went to-"

"Smoky's grave. She has to have gone back to Nameless City to say goodbye to him. She's young, not stupid. She must've known what would happen when Smoky sent all of you out."

Lala and ___ thanked the woman and went back out of the building the way they came.

"Eri was the first to get a positive test back." (Lala)

"Okay. Is she inside?" (Tsukumo)

"No, she's escaped to go see Smoky." (___)

"Let's get to Nameless City." (Cobra)

(Yes, ___ did jump on Mr. Junpei's motorcycle to get to Nameless City and Lala did make fun of her again for it later)

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(I don't know what happens to Nameless City or its residents after the third movie and I can't find any information online either so for the sake of this story I'm gonna say that the explosives were removed from Nameless City and the Rude Boys members are working to rebuild Nameless City for the residents to move back in.)

The SWORD gangs were able to rescue Eri and expose Kuryu, but unfortunately life didn't go back to being the same.

The Nameless City residents' home wasn't the same. The Rude Boys have to work to rebuild what once was.

Rude Boys are missing their leader. Takeshi wants to hand the role over to ___ but ___ insists that Takeshi take over the role as she sees him the most fit and assures him that Smoky would agree.

___ and Takeshi become closer as if they were blood siblings when he's feeling the weight of being the leader crashing down on him and she listens to his struggles and helps advise him as best as she could like she once did with Smoky.

Everyone visits Smoky's grave separately to talk to him. It could be for something positive that happened, or something negati ve. Whatever it is, everyone still felt that Smoky would always be leader and that he was listening and guiding them from somewhere far away.

Lala and ___ continue to be as close as ever. Lala makes fun of ___ because she is convinced Cobra has a crush on her while ___ fires back that if that's the case then Hiroto has a crush on Lala.

The two girls cry and mourn together but also bicker and have fun like real sisters.

Eri spends a lot of time with ___ because she feels as though ___ is the closest connection she has to Smoky. Eri doesn't ask the others about Smoky but runs to ___ knowing that she will always share stories and memories with Eri without hesitation.

Eri always remembers to tell ___ to engulf Nameless City with her positive energy at night because she knows the other kids miss Smoky and life before the incident as much as she does, and ___'s energy gives them a similar feeling.

The kids ask ___ to release stars at night more often so everyone can enjoy them.

Eri asks ___ for trails of stars at night so that they can guide Smoky back to them and watch over them. (screaming crying throwing up oh my god)

Life is getting better..... or so everyone thought.

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It's another day in Nameless City.

Rude Boys are gathering materials and supplies to restore their home when Kuryu Group vans start driving into their territory.

The Rude Boys members tell everyone to hide and get to safety.

Cain steps out of his car and stands in between his men. "Hello kids, I haven't seen you guys in a while. When did I last step foot here?" he puts his hand on his chin, pretending to think. "Oh! Right! When I laid waste to your leader."

"Why you-"

"Stop it Yu. Getting a reaction out of us is exactly what he wants. SWORD won against Kuryu, what the hell are you guys doing here? Get out of our territory or we fight." (Takeshi)

"I'm not here for a fight today. Everyone is allowed to stay in this little dump of a place you guys call home. I just want her," Cain says as he points to ___.

P and Yu move to stand in front of ___, blocking her from Cain's sight.

"No. Get out of here." (P)

"Ah but you haven't even heard the best part. I will leave and never come back to this city as long as I get ___. I'll take her peacefully, and let you all off. If you all refuse, I will kill everyone this time, and still take her after this whole place burns down. Take your pick. I know you want to protect your family, maybe choose the option where I don't have to kill everyone."

"I'll go." (___)

"WHAT?!"

"I'll go with them. We can't have all of our work go to waste."

"No ___. Don't do it." (Lala)

As ___ pushes through P and Yu, Takeshi grabs her arm. He whispered loud enough for the Rude members to hear but not Kuryu. "No ___, you can't. We need you here in Nameless City. What is everyone gonna do without you?"

"You guys have lived without me before, you can do it again."

"But Smoky said I had to take care of everyone."

"You are taking care of everyone Takeshi. You've been doing amazing at taking care of everyone and rebuilding Nameless City for our family. Letting me go is apart of taking care of everyone. If I don't go, they will lay waste to Nameless City 10 times over."

"But Smoky said-"

"I know Takeshi, but Smoky would've also done what is best for the family, right?"

"Yes..."

"This is the best move now. You're all going to be just fine. Like Smoky says, with the way you all are you will survive anywhere and fly higher than anyone else."

Takeshi slowly let go of ___'s arm. As she began walking towards Kuryu, Eri came out of her hiding place running.

"WAIT! ___!" she grabbed onto the girl's waist and held on tightly.

"You can't go too. Please stay. We're a family, we have to stay together."

___ bent down to be eye level with Eri. "Eri, we are a family, we will always be together even if you can't see me. You and the rest of the kids be good okay? Help your big brothers and sisters a lot okay?"

Lala came to take Eri away. Eri reluctantly let go of ___ and turned to cry into Lala's arms.

___ looked over her family and her home one last time and got into the van.

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Needles, poking, prodding, test results, start the process over. Not only was she being tested on, Kuryu cronies were allowed to beat her for "scientific purposes".

Oh how she wished this time she had Cobra chained on the other side of the room same as her to talk to in between getting beat up. But she's thankful her choice has allowed SWORD to live in peace.

Zenshin (the guy that Cobra kicked) walks in after one of Kuryu's punching sessions and bends down to her eye level. "Are those brats really all worth this? Not that I'm complaining. You've made us quite a good amount of money. Everyone is dying to come see the monster girl who is locked up here and get DNA samples."

"The only monster in this room is you," she said to him.

He laughs at her and leaves the room.

That night as ____ lays limply on the operating table, she looks up at the sky through the only small window she can see through in the warehouse and sees a shooting star come her way.

____ shakily puts her hands together, closes her eyes, and makes her wish.

Last time I wished for us to stay together forever. This time, I wish that in every life, our universes collide.

And with her last breath, ____ smiles and whispers “I love you in every universe Smoky. Please wait for me.”

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The Rude boys, Lala, and Eri sit together by their bondfire in silence.

“Where do you think ____ is? Do you think she’s okay?” (Takeshi)

Lala and Eri continue to look at the stars and realize that the stars look a little different tonight. The lone bright star they have been seeing since Smoky’s passing now has a star just as bright sitting next to it. The two stars twinkle at them as if they were calling out to the girls, trying to tell them something, and then it hits them.

“____ is okay. She’s with Smoky.”

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Letting other people hurt my feelings❌

Hurting my own feelings ✅

You made it to the end! Comments, feedback, likes, and reblogs are appreciated. (Please be nice to me and don't come for my throat. I haven't written since 2021 I am coming out of a long-ass writing block and I know my writing is bad lol.)

This story is not proof-read and my grammar sucks so...

Where are all my Smoky simps at? Why do I feel like I am by myself?! I need friends please come out of hiding😭

Please don't repost my work anywhere.

This is just an idea vomit/imagine post. I might turn it into a full story once I can put all these ideas into an actual story that doesn't have plot holes :) but we shall see.

#high&low #high&low smokey #high&low story of sword #high&low x reader #high&low the worst x #high&low the worst #high&low rude boys #i love smokey so much <3 #sannoh rengokai #sannoh hoodlum squad #rude boys #white rascals #oya high #oya kou #daruma ikka #high&low smoky #high and low

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informl-lawlietonthings · 1 month ago

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*Light cautiously knocked on the doors of L's office, seemingly having been standing there for a couple minutes.* "Okay I know this looks bad but I did not mean to listen in I swear-"

*He didn't mean to be here... at all, actually. He was just looking for L to ask for clarification on something, but he could hear from outside the door he was conversing with someone and decided to wait.*

*It wasn't like he meant to overhear the conversation- but it sounded interesting. L asking his sister for advice? Relationship advice no less?*

"I didn't uh...mean to overhear but..was that about what I said earlier? Calling you my friend?"

- @ask-kirasuspect

“..I see you don’t care much for manners, Yagami.i thought you were raised better than that, but you must have been overcome by curiosity, no?

Yes, it is. It may seem dramatic to you, but I have myself to lack more experience in the social aspect than I had previously thought: I.. have missed out on so much and yet, all I can do is sit back and work, because that’s the only thing I’m good at.

The way I came to this conclusion was you. The fact that view me as a friend took me by surprise, truly, it’s difficult for me to understand your perspective; after everything I have done to you, how is it that you view me in a benevolent light?

This is one of the very few times I am genuinely confused by your actions and reasoning, I cannot fathom how you can give that title to me when I have been making your life harder — do not misunderstand, I do not feel remorse for my methodology, I am saying that I do not comprehend your logic in this moment.”

-L.

#l answered #l lawliet answered #l #l lawliet #death note ask blog

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onthewaytosomewhere · 3 months ago

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WIP Acrostic Game

ok - so i got a few tags for this over the weekend (and i do luv me a tag game) so i have multiple words for it luckily some of those words share letters - so they'll also share sentences - in THE ONLY FIC I'M OPENNG TODAY - BCUZ IT NEEDS TO BE FINISHED LOLZ (the were/vamp coffee shop (with bonus soulmates that snuck up on me) fic) - also hoping this will make me get ready to whip the words out for this thing lolz

💚thanks bunches for the tags @cha-melodius @caterpills @tailsbeth-writes @fullerthanskippy @anincompletelist

@littlemisskittentoes @kiwiana-writes @sophie1973 @stellarmeadow

HUGE OPEN TAG TO ANYONE WHO MAY NOT HAVE ALREADY DONE THIS OVER THE WEEKEND (and a few tags under the cut for a few peeps just in case lolz)

Rules: From your story/WIP, find sentences that start with each letter of the given word. (oops i forgot the rules lolz)

MY WORD(S): BOLT, PACE, FORK, FIRST, RUSH, FAME, FANG, RINGS - YOUR WORD: SHOP

B -Before becoming one himself, his only contact with any of them had been his sister, June, and her wife, Nora. O -Only a few months in, he has an established overnight rotation of regulars, and they all help each other navigate life in the city. L -Let’s just say that my last case was against some fuckwad werewolf fratboys who had beaten my client, and I realized I wasn’t above a little vigilante justice if they hadn’t been found guilty. T - To this day, he’s afraid that if that hadn’t been the case, he might not have been able to fight the urge to get justice of his own for her. (the fact that there's 2 sentences about this from 2 different parts makes me giggle lolz)

P - Please forget I said that. A - Alex, sometimes, on slow nights, finds himself drawn to just standing behind the counter and watching as Henry is engrossed in what he’s working on that night. C - Completing the bond does not actually require ‘third-date activities’ if you so choose. E - Either way, he feels as if they’re one—as if they’re not separate beings but two parts of one whole.

F - From what we were told when we had you checked out, the fact that you’re a werewolf is the only reason you are alive currently. O - SEE ABOVE R -Raf understands as a lycan himself, but having been born one, he has more control, not just from the years of experience. K - NONE

F - SEE ABOVE I - I was here in this club, and there was this guy … R - SEE ABOVE S - So, while the sign reads ‘closed’ after 9 pm, you can say that is when the real “nightlife” happens. T - SEE ABOVE

R - SEE ABOVE U - Unfortunately, what Liam told you about my family and their messed-up rules about claiming vamps we sire is true S - SEE ABOVE H - He hates to think about it, but he still wonders if the realization hadn’t happened if he might still be working his way to partner in Raf’s law firm.

F - SEE ABOVE A - SEE ABOVE M - Might as well get a jump on making sure everything is ready for Nora and the morning crowd, as it looks like this will be one of his slower nights. E - SEE ABOVE

F - SEE ABOVE A - SEE ABOVE N - Nora thinks the irony that Alex’s big bi-revelation leads to him being turned means something. G - Granted, some of it he ‘overhears’ due to enhanced senses, but anything too sensitive, he’s learned to keep to himself.

R - SEE ABOVE I - SEE ABOVE N - SEE ABOVE G - SEE ABOVE S - So he waits for Henry to speak again, letting the silence hang between them. (this letter was already used as well but i felt bad this word had no sentences lolz)

💚tag ur it!! @adreamareads @typicalopposite @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @thinkof-england @piratefalls

@priincebutt @judasofsuburbia @suseagull04

just in case you didn't already do this!! 😘💚

now i'm off to switch the laundry and finish this thing lolz

#wip acrostic game #wip acrostic tag #moonlight coffee shop #lots of words

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aemiron-main · 1 year ago

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what if henry just ends up having killed people instead of it being edward creel or whoever that is because that is a whole new character youve invented babe.......................

also are you gonna keep stanning henrys ass if he truly does turn out to be a murderer who killed his own family because he decided to play god and punish them (including his sister. who is a child) for past mistakes

im pretty sure you said you think virginias abusive or something but im curious. what if youre wrong

“a whole new character you invented” babe he’s in the show. you can read his name and backstory on the screen in front off your eyes right now. open netflix. pause during the indianapolis gazette scene. and read alllllll the details of edward that are completely different from henry. i didn’t just make them up. they are In The Show. It’s not even like, speculation. It’s literally written there word for word in front of our very eyes. It’s Right There.

As usual though, people like you can never be bothered to read even one of the 1526384848484 posts I’ve made regarding Edward and/or the multiple 001s we see during NINA (all of which can be easily accessed from my pinned post). It’s clear that you’re not actually interested in having a nuanced discussion about the topic because if you were interested in nuanced discussion about it, you would have read the posts, and it’d be pretty clear to you that Edward isn’t just someone that I made up. Like it or not, his name and backstory and family and details of how long he lived in Hawkins is written on screen in S4. He’s there.

And two things about this question a.) so what if i was going to continue stanning? what are you going to do, explode me with your mind??? and b.) this is a redundant question because he didn’t kill his own family to try to play god and punish them, the evidence (and if you’d actually read any of my creel murders posts before whining in my inbox you would know this) overwhelmingly supports the idea that Henry didn’t kill his family/the only member he MIGHT have killed is his mother, and based on what we learn about him and his mother, her death was very much deserved because his choice was “kill your mom who is trying to send you to live with a pedophile scientist for the rest of your life” or “live with a pedophile scientist for the rest of your life”.

How did he supposedly trance Victor and kill alice at the same time? Why don’t we see Alice’s death? If he was so dead-set on punishing them, why doesn’t he ever actually give any indication of what he was supposedly punishing Alice for?

And just an interesting sidenote re: the Creel murders, I was listening to an interview with Kevin L Johnson last night (who plays Young Victor), and he said that when filming the multiple versions of the murders, he overhead Sean Levy talking about how there was “one version where Henry wasnt the one killing Virginia and one where it seems like he might be the one doing it,” so neither of the scenes in the show were intended to definitively portray Henry as the murderer. And this wasn’t just something Kevin was told as a coverup or something, it was something that he overheard that he wasn’t supposed to overhear, and what they did tell him on the matter/why they were recording two different versions of the scene was “incase we try to go a different direction,” but then as we all found out, they DID use both scenes.

And I know I’ve talked before about how the main focus should be what’s in the show rather than interviews etc, but again, this interview/the talk of Henry not definitively being the murderer completely lines up with what I’ve already analyzed from the show & how it doesn’t make sense for Henry to be the one doing things & how Hawkins Lab was very likely watching the Creels/messing with them from day 1 at the house. Both of the scenes of Virginia’s death/the murders leave a LOT of room for doubt about Henry being the perpetrator- and it’s intentional!!!! Because he’s not!!!!

And who gives a fuck if I’m wrong???? Are the Stranger Things Police going to arrest me????? Should i throw myself off of a cliff dramatically??? What sort of answer are you fishing for here, anon?? I don’t know about you, but I’m more than capable of handling being wrong- I just don’t think that I’m wrong as of right now.

Like if I’m wrong so what!!! The world goes on!!!! I won’t explode into a billion little teeny tiny pieces!! I had fun analyzing!! Who cares!!! Are you betting on me or something, anon?? Is that why you’re so worried about me being wrong?? Or- do you have 💕💕feelings 💕💕 for me, anon?? Are you worried that if i explode into a million little pieces if I’m wrong that we won’t be able to sail off into the sunset together?? 🥺🥺🥺🥺 rest assured, anon, our honeymoon in france is safe, as even if I’m wrong, nothing bad is going to happen and I’ll still be there on the beach waiting for you…

#stranger things #st anons #edward creel #henry creel #creel murders

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janeykath318 · 2 years ago

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You Did Not Just Say That: A Shieldshock Meet Cute

Steve was having dinner with Bucky and Sam to celebrate the end of a long mission and enjoy having real food again. The burgers were beyond delicious and Steve felt incredibly relaxed in the cozy environment, where the waitresses had his order memorized and called everyone “honey”.

Bucky and San were alternately playfully bickering and analyzing the people at the tables near them. Steve was half listening and sometimes interjecting a comment.

“That looks like an awkward first date,” Sam observed, nodding at a table nearby where a man and woman were stiffly eating.

“Very awkward,” Bucky agreed sympathetically. l

The man spent most of his time looking at his phone and the stunning brunette he was with was clearly trying to keep conversation going. In Steve’s opinion, the dude was an idiot.

When his slice of apple pie arrived, warm and gooey with ice cream on top, he forgot about them for a few minutes while he relished the deliciousness of his favorite dessert.

Sam and Bucky had teased him about being a stereotype, but he didn’t care. It was worth it.

“Oh, you did not just say that!”

He glanced up to see the brunette was now glaring daggers at her dinner companion.

“Listen here, Mike. I’ve seen and heard all I need to know. You’re a sexist jerk. Peggy would rise from her grave to punch you if she heard you talking that bullshit. She saved the country from Nazis multiple times and stood up to creeps like you who want to keep women in “their place”. Go back to your cave, Neanderthal. Peggy freaking Carter deserves respect and if all you can see are her boobs, clearly you’re not going to see beyond mine. Be glad I don’t have my taser with me because that comment deserved it. Don’t call me again.”

The angry looking brunette stalked away without a backwards glance ignoring Mike’s call of “Darcy, wait…”

Steve had listened to her rant with stunned admiration, noting the fire in her eyes and the pointed emphasis on the word Neanderthal.

“What did he say?” he asked Bucky.

“I’m not gonna tell you, because I don’t want you getting kicked out of here for assault,” he said, shooting Mike a look of disgust. “It was beyond gross, though. I can’t say I’m not tempted to menace him a little.” He cracked his knuckles and grinned fiendishly.

“He’s not worth it,” Steve declared. “I’ll be right back.”

He slipped out of the booth and headed in the direction Darcy had taken. She was sitting just outside the door on a bench muttering under her breath.

“Ma’am? Are you okay?” He asked, hoping she wouldn’t think he was being creepy.

Darcy turned around and looked up at him, blue eyes going wide as she recognized him.

“Oh, Wow. Oh.” she managed. “Did you hear that?”

“I caught the gist of it. I didn’t mean to overhear, but I couldn’t help but appreciate what you said to him.”

Darcy’s cheeks turned pink.

“I was just telling the truth. Peggy was one of my heroes.”

“Mine too,” Steve said. “She would definitely approve of you. She didn’t stand for bullies and sexists. Mind if I sit down?”

“It would be unpatriotic of me to refuse,” Darcy said, eyes twinkling at him behind her glasses. They were a very, very pretty shade of blue, he noticed. “Steve Rogers, I presume?”

“In the flesh,” he confirmed as he sat down.

“I’m Darcy Lewis—well, Dr. Darcy Lewis to be precise. Newly minted Astrophysicist and former scientist wrangler.”

“Ah. Thor’s lightning sister,” Steve remarked, recognition sparking. “He’s very proud of you and actually bragged about being tazed by you.”

Darcy chuckled. “He would. So what brings Captain America to Nancy’s diner?”

“The food is the best,” Steve replied decisively. “It’s our post mission wind down dinner tradition. Plus, Nancy loves to fuss over us like we’re her kids.”

“She sure does,” Darcy agreed fondly. “Her boys are all grown and she loves being a mother hen to her regulars.”

Steve took a quick glance back through the window to see Bucky and Sam looming over a scared looking Mike, who nodded and pulled out his wallet. Soon after, he left the diner at a trot, not looking back.

“Thank goodness he’s gone,” Darcy said, breathing a sigh of relief. “Nancy must have put the fear of God into him.”

Steve smiled.

“It wasn’t just Nancy.” He told her.

Bucky and Sam emerged, smiling cheerily. Darcy’s jaw dropped.

“I bet he wet his pants,” she remarked finally, then giggled.

Steve introduced her, but Bucky and Sam, being the good bros they were, made their exits after a few minutes, winking at Steve.

“What’s it like being friends with them?” She queried playfully.

“Never a dull moment,” Steve answered with fond exasperation as Sam and Bucky fought over who was driving.

He turned his gaze back to Darcy.

“Right now, I’m more interested in finding out what it would be like being friends with you.”

Darcy’s mouth opened and closed again and a playful smile bloomed over her face.

“Are you sure you want more trouble in your life, Rogers?” She asked. “Because I tend to attract it.”

“I’m very partial to your kind of trouble,” he told her with a wink and a grin that made Darcy forget all about her disastrous date.

#shieldshock #meet cute may #darcy lewis #steve rogers

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thesoundofmadness · 4 years ago

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I... watch RC9GN far too much

#I overheared my sister watching it and i knew eXACTLY what episode sue was watching based on the dialouge a l o n e

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surftrips · 2 years ago

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Just My Type — Chapter Three (Jay Halstead x woc!Reader)

Word Count: 1477

Chapter Summary: Dr Y/L/N overhears a conversation that Hailey and Kim are having about setting up Jay Halstead.

A/N: Sorry for my recent inactivity! Life has been so busy lately, but in a good way. Hope you all enjoy this chapter, it's probably one of my favorites so far :)

CHAPTER TWO / SERIES DESCRIPTION

“He said to keep it professional?”

You and your friends were hanging out at a bar and you were telling them about your newfound friendship with Detective Halstead.

After getting you the drink at Molly’s last weekend, he had responded to your joke by saying, “Speaking of professional, how about we keep our relationship that way?”

Let’s just say that your mood turned sour for the rest of the night. You were angry at him. Did he think that you were the one making moves on him? If anything, you had tried keeping whatever you two had going on professional, he was the one taking you on trips to the morgue and buying you coffee and calling you in to assist on cases.

If he didn’t want a relationship, then why was he using every chance to see you?

Even a few drinks in, your sober side was trying to be reasonable. Jay was just doing his job, any good detective would call in his contacts to help on a case. Maybe he really did have an errand to run on that day and genuinely forgot about it. And all the coffee runs were just standard tokens of appreciation, you knew all this.

Still, that didn’t mean it hurt any less. It wasn’t like he had straight up rejected you, but you knew that any possibility of being more than work acquaintances with him were off the table.

…

You had begun to wish you never met Jay at all. Over the next couple of months, he was all that you thought about, despite your best efforts to forget about him… which was kind of hard to do considering you saw him all the time at Med and at Molly’s.

It was easy to stop going to Molly’s, but it wasn’t like you could just quit your job at Med and transfer somewhere else just because you didn’t feel like seeing his stupid face anymore. The worst part was, he acted like nothing had changed.

Okay, technically nothing did change. Except your perspective on him. You often overheard conversations between the nurses or his coworkers at PD discussing what woman he was seeing at the moment. Each time, without fail, it was another white woman with blonde hair. If he was feeling especially adventurous, it might even be a brunette!

You knew that you had no right to be bitter, and frankly, you had nothing against these women. It was the mere fact that you couldn’t help but feel like there was another reason aside from “professionalism” that was keeping him from seeing you. Not only did he have a history of dating women that could all pass as sisters, he had a history of dating his partners. How was that worse than dating someone who worked at Med? It wasn’t.

…

Much to your dismay, Jay had called you back to the district to assist on another case. You greeted Sergeant Platt as you walked into the door and headed upstairs to Intelligence.

“Y/N! Let me catch you up on the case,” Jay greeted you once you had entered the bullpen.

You listened as he told you about a drug dealer that had gone rogue and where they were at with locating him. You knew that no matter how much you hated being in the same room with Jay, you had to put your personal feelings aside to solve this case. Besides, the sooner you solved it, the sooner you could get away from him.

Truthfully, you were afraid that you might let your real feelings slip in a passive aggressive comment, and you couldn’t afford to be making things worse for yourself.

Luckily for you, this case was open and shut. You were gathering your belongings and about to head down the stairs when you heard Kim and Hailey having a conversation. You knew it was about Jay because “Halstead” was the word that caught your attention.

You tried to listen in on the conversation as discreetly as possible, busying yourself by looking around the makeshift desk they had given you for anything you could have left behind.

Hailey was saying, “I hope he doesn’t show up with that Erica girl again, she’s so…”

“Unpleasant? Irritating? A little rude?” You heard Kim suggest.

“Okay, I was going to say so not his type, but sure, that works too.”

“Haha, what do you mean, Hailey? She’s his exact type, another blonde girl- no offense- that’s probably going to last a week, two tops.”

You were shocked to hear this from his coworkers, but not that much. It was obvious to anyone that knew Jay that he had a type.

“None taken. He hasn’t been in a stable relationship since the whole thing with Erin. I just think he deserves better, you know, someone smart and capable, someone with emotional depth,” Hailey continued.

The gears in Kim’s brain were turning, “You know what we should do… we should set him up with someone!”

“Hmm… you’re right. It would be nice to see him have some stability. But who are we going to set him up with?” Hailey responded.

“I’m thinking… you know who,” Kim was smirking now.

“Are you talking about—” Hailey leaned in closer to Kim and whispered, “Y/N?”

Fortunately, and unfortunately for you, Hailey was not a good whisperer and you had heard them say your name. With the shock, you accidentally knocked over a picture frame on the desk you were hiding next to and the two girls turned their heads to look over at you.

“Y/N… how much of that conversation did you hear?” Kim asked.

“Oh… uh… not much. Just like…. All of it?” You responded hesitantly. You didn’t want them to know that you were eavesdropping on their conversation, but at the same time, they were talking about you.

“Oh… haha that’s okay, honestly,” Hailey responded, allowing you to breathe a sigh of relief, “We were going to talk to you about it at some point.”

“So, you’ve had this conversation before?” You asked.

This time it was Kim who answered, “Actually, yes. Hailey and I care a lot about Jay and he’s been having a rough time dating, if you can even call it that, ever since Erin left. I’m sure you heard about how it all went down over at Med.”

You nodded your head knowingly. The whole Jay Halstead and Erin Lindsay ordeal was so great and dramatic that you had indeed heard about it over at your workplace. Word travels fast in Chicago.

“Well, anyway, ever since Jay started bringing you over here to help on cases, we thought about how refreshing it is to have another woman like you around…” You could tell that Kim was readying their sales pitch.

Hailey continued, “Yeah- and we really don’t want to interfere with your life if you already have something going on- but we just think that you would be a great match for Jay. You two complement each other so well.”

You debated whether or not you should tell Kim and Hailey the truth, about what he said that night. Oh, what the heck, you thought. You had grown closer to the two in recent months, in your attempt to stray away from Jay, and it seemed like they felt the same way you did about the women he was seeing.

“Well, the truth is, I do like him. Or, I did. But I gave up after he told me that he wanted to keep our relationship ‘professional’ and honestly, you guys, I really don’t think I’m his type. I think we’ve all seen the kind of women he’s been dating.” Welp. There was no going back now.

The two girls looked at you knowingly. They knew what you were talking about. Being a woman of color, there was always going to be that voice in the back of your mind telling you that the reason a man didn’t like you was because of how you looked. It was the harsh reality of it all.

After what seemed like an awkward beat, Hailey broke the silence. “Y/N, I think you should take the chance anyways. Kim and I have known him for years and we can tell that he really likes you. He doesn’t buy coffee, let alone spend money on lattes for just anyone.”

It was true, Jay was one of the few people that knew your “complicated” coffee order by heart, a caramel latte with oat milk. “Wait, he really doesn’t just buy coffee for everyone? I thought that was just a thing y’all do here.”

“Trust us, Y/N. He has a thing for you, whether he knows it or not,” Kim was beginning to smile again, “Now, the question is what are you going to do about it?”

#jay halstead #jay halstead x reader #one chicago #chicago pd #chicago pd fic #chicago pd imagine #jay halstead imagine #jesse lee soffer #just my type fic

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hattiewritesalot · 3 years ago

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Aww, you're so sweet! All the thanks goes to you for cheering me up when I had a bad day, your Camilo story was the perfect remedy! 😊 And thank you for saying you'd be happy to take more of my requests~ Could I please request one for my 2nd favourite character after Camilo, Bruno? A Bruno x fem! reader where they're a couple, they're super in love but Bruno overhears people in town talking, saying he's not good enough for her, he gets sad, but reader assures him she loves him? Thank you 💕

Of course, my dearest anon <3

~Worthless~

Bruno Madrigal x fem!reader

Summary: Bruno is madly in love with (Y/N), and (Y/N) is madly in love with Bruno, but what happens when the town's judgemental whispers start effecting him?

Warnings: VERY MUCH SAD BRUNO, Angst, depressing stuff, Brunito has a panic attack poor baby, nice happy ending though, so it gets better.

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Bruno Madrigal had known love before, in the form of his sisters and nieces and nephews, but the love you showed him made his heart swell with delight.

He adored you, with every inch of his 'seven foot frame', and he had never been happier than the day he learned that you felt the same way. The moment the two of you began dating, your separate and oh-so-different world's became one.

He'd loved you from the moment he met you. You were both around 15, and you had walked Pepa home carrying an umbrella over her head so she wouldn't get her hair wet. You didn't mind that your hair was getting wet. You had accepted Pepa's frantic apologies straight away, offering her a gentle hug which miraculously made the clouds above her fade into sunshine. He thought you were the sweetest girl in the entire Encanto.

His feelings grew when he saw you again, both of you about 18 years old at this point, cooking in the kitchen with Julieta. You weren't actually cooking, but you were passing his sister the ingredients whenever she needed them and held her notebook open so she could see the notes she'd made on the food she was making. You didn't cringe when she got frustrated. You simply spoke to her in a soft voice, and rubbed her arm in a comforting fashion when she got stressed.

Then Bruno properly met you a few months later, in which you had a full conversation and introduced yourselves. It was then that you realised you were in love with Bruno Madrigal. And you had been lovers ever since.

However, the two of you only publicly announced your relationship after Casita was rebuilt, claiming that you weren't ready beforehand and 10 years had separated you both mentally and physically. And yet, most of the responses had been overall positive, while you and Bruno tried not to listen to the negatives.

Well, Bruno tried, and you succeeded, not knowing of the pain he was in.

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It started when he was walking through the town, running some errands for Mirabel's dress-making desires. You were spending some time with your niece Isabela, intently listening as she spoke about her favourite plants and their anatomies.

After paying for some silk and thread he thought his niece could use well, he was about to go into another shop, before hearing some whispers.

'You see him? That's Bruno.'

'Ugh, looks a bit scruffy for a Madrigal.'

'Can you believe that Señorita (L/N) and him are lovers?'

Tears stung at his eyes due to the insults, but he kept walking, determined not to break down in self-loathing.

Then, more whispers.

'No wonder we shouldn't talk about him.'

'Isn't he the freak that ruined his sister's wedding?'

'And he killed Señora Ozma's fish!'

And even more.

'Look at the state of him, he's a mess.'

'Aren't he and (Y/N) dating?'

'Well, clearly not for long, judging by how he looks.'

Then snickers. And laughs.

Bruno couldn't take it anymore and he turned and fled, hiding his dark curls within the hood of his ruana, which also disguised the tears dripping down his cheeks.

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Bruno entered Casita swiftly, walking into Isabela proudly showing off her first cactus.

'Well, Mirabel did help, but it was mostly me!'

'It's beautiful Isa, absolutely- oh hi Bruno! Is everything ok-'

Bruno didn't give you time to finish, simply rushing up the stairs and into his room.

'What's gotten him in a mood?' Your niece asked, her elegant face morphed with confusion.

'I- I'm not sure. I'll go talk to him.'

'Okay Tía (Y/N)'

You asked Casita to take you to Bruno's room, and noticed the door left slightly open, indicating your boyfriend was in there. Bracing yourself for the ungodly amount of sand and stairs you were about to face, you opened the door and stepped inside.

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'Bruno?' You called out, having finally reached the top of the staircase. 'Amor? It's me, (Y/N).'

No response, except you could faintly hear muffled sobs coming from Bruno's bedroom.

'Corazón?' You asked gently, opening the door quietly, and being completely and utterly shocked by the state of your lover. Curled up on your shared bed, his ruana discarded on the floor, hands in his hair and breathing heavy and too quick to be normal.

'Bruno, mi amor!' You exclaimed, rushing to him and wrapping your arms around his body, placing his head in the crook of your neck as you wove your fingers through his tangled locks.

'Okay amor, nice deep breaths. Nice deep breaths.' He followed your steady breathing pattern until he was calm again, his shallow breaths turning into small hiccups.

Rubbing his back and placing small kisses on his head, you began to wonder why your Bruno, your sweet, lovely Bruno, was so upset? But before you could ask, he began explaining.

'Just some stuff the townspeople have been saying. About how I don't deserve you and I'm a freak.'

Your clutch on him tightened. What horrible things! Surely if people knew the real Bruno, and not the persona his nephew had made up to scare Mirabel, they would think differently. He began to cry into your neck again.

'I feel so worthless, (Y/N), so worthless, like nobody cares about me and nobody ever will.'

'No. I'm going to stop you right there. Bruno Pedro Madrigal, I love you, with my entire soul and being. Why would I have waited ten years for you if I didn't love you? I love the way you smile at me in the morning, the way you run your fingers through your hair just as a casual thing, I love the way you grab my hands and fiddle with my fingers when you get nervous!'

Pulling away and cupping your hands around Bruno's tear-stained cheeks, you pressed a kiss to his quivering lips.

'I adore you Bruno. You are not worthless, and I never want to hear that word come from you again. Te amo, mi vida, mi corazón.'

He smiled at you, such a glorious sight and kissed you once more, before burying his face into your hair.

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Bruno Madrigal had known love before, in the form of his sisters and nieces and nephews, but the love you showed him made his heart swell with delight.

And as you sat with him, arms wrapped around his waist, pressing small kisses to his neck and shoulders, he thought his heart would explode.

And, safe to say, the townspeople wouldn't pick on him again. Rumour has it there were rolling pins and thunderstorms involved, but that's a story for another day.

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I did cry while writing this but let's just pretend I didn't-

also yes I imagine Bruno's middle name to be Pedro fight me

#bruno x reader #encanto x reader #encanto #encanto imagines #bruno madrigal #encanto bruno #we dont talk about bruno #tio bruno

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moonlightpirate · 3 years ago

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Enchanted

Okay came up with this fic after watching Bridgerton. Currently this fic features no Bridgerton characters other than the Queen. If I opt to keep going with this fic I may include some characters. Enjoy as always feedback is welcome!

It is time for a new season where the men try to court women and find suitable matches for marriage. You are excited. This is your first season where you will put on the beautiful dresses and put yourself out there in the hopes of attaining a husband. Your mother bustles around you fixing your hair and making sure your dress fits just right for tonight's ball. You have already been shown to the Queen and everyone was nervous wondering who the Queen would pick for her diamond this year. Finally content with how you looked, you and your family make your way out to the carriage waiting outside.

On the other side of town the Skarsgard family was busy getting their sons ready for the ball.

“Oh I hope this will be the season you finally find a wife, Alexander!” My said hopefully.

“Please mother, I do not seek to find a spouse. I only go because I’m hoping to help Bill in his pursuit of finally proposing to Miss Morberg or finding Gustaf a new wife.” Alexander replied.

“Alexander you are the head of this household now and when I pass you will take over and you need a wife to be your countess and to have the heir that will carry on this family's name!".

"You have plenty of other sons who could marry and take over as head of the household and give you heirs, why must it be me!?".

"You are my first born son and unless you die you are the one this burden falls down onto. Sure your brothers will marry and carry on the family name but you are the count you get the estate and your fathers legacy.".

As if on cue Gustaf walked in, "Mother the carriage is ready we must go or we will be late.".

"Yes of course. Lets go my dears." My replied, putting a gentle hand on Alexander's back giving him a slight push towards the door.

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You arrive at the ball and excitedly get out of the carriage. Your older sister takes your arm as you walk towards the door.

"Aren't you excited? I can't wait to see who the diamond will be. I bet it will be you. After seeing all the prospects I believe you are the most beautiful lady looking for a husband." She says.

"Oh hush you are way more beautiful than I am. I'm sure the queen will pick you!" You reply back.

"That's enough girls, let's go greet the Queen." Your mother says gently ushering you towards the line of girls and their mothers waiting to greet the Queen.

As you get closer to the Queen you find yourself becoming nervous. Is your dress beautiful enough? Do you look okay? Will you be the diamond?

As you approach the Queen the royal announcer says, "Your majesty may I present Lady (y/l/n) and her daughters.".

You all bow as the Queen smiles.

"Ah yes I remember these beautiful girls. I do hope you enjoy my ball.".

"Thank you they shall indeed." Your mother replies before you walk away.

You are amazed by the beauty of the dresses and how gracefully everyone on the dance floor is dancing. Your wandering eyes take in all the smartly dressed men taking mental notes of who you would most like to dance with if they were to ask you. You overhear a mother trying to convince two of her sons to go find dance partners and one of them protests rather loudly. After a minute curiosity gets the better of you and you glance over to see what the man looked like. He was very tall and looked quite muscular. Before you could take in anymore of his features the room falls silent as trumpets go off and the Queen stands up.

"I have made my choice on this season's diamond." The Queen pauses a moment for dramatic effect. "My diamond will be (Y/N)!".

You feel rooted to the spot out of shock before your older sister hugs you and gently pushes you towards the Queen. You glance back and see that your mother is almost in tears out of excitement. You approach the Queen and bow before turning back to face the room. Slowly after a moment of everyone taking you in as the diamond the dancing began to resume and along with it the chatter. You could feel every eye in the room on you. All of the men who were seeking a wife were looking at you as though they were hungry wolves and they had just found their prey. Before any of them could pounce all of a sudden a tall handsome man was standing in front of you with his hand outstretched towards you. You were so entranced by his beautiful blue eyes that the rest of the people in the room disappeared.

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Alexander looked upon the Queen's diamond as she walked past him towards the Queen and was shocked. He had never seen such a beautiful woman in his life. To the shock of his mother and brothers Alexander made his way up to the diamond determined to reach her before another man could.

As he approached the diamond he extended his hand out to her as he smiled and said, "May I have this dance?".

#new fic #bridgerton fic #alexander skarsgard fic #alexander skarsgård x reader #i hope you enjoy

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icequeenbae · 3 years ago

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Witch Charming (m) | BBH

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Charmed AU, magic, witch!Baekhyun, halfblood!Reader, established relationship, fluffy at times, smut

Warnings: evil!Baek for a sec, rough sex, name-calling, some mild violence, also baby Baek that’ll make you m e l t (nothing surprising, I’m soft for this boy)

Word Count: ~6.6k

Summary: Baekhyun suddenly disappears from your arms, and you follow just to find him summoned to the past by his family… And accidentally turned evil. The 24-hour chase to set him back on the path of good has already begun.

Author’s note: Hey sweethearts!! So excited to finally drop my biggest birthday month story^^ This is based on ep20 s07 ('Imaginary Fiends') of Charmed. I’d say about half of the plot I took from the show, the rest was me running wild with it lol I don’t think you have to be very knowledgeable about Charmed to enjoy this, I tried my best to make it as clear as possible while being somewhat authentic. In case you have no idea what this show is, just treat it as any other fantasy/ magic au. And I’m always here if you have any questions!!

Event: LIGHTS, CAMERA, FANFICTION

Network tag: @supermwritersnet @exo-writers-net

Tags: @blahblahblah-boo

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Characters (as per Charmed):

Baekhyun as Wyatt (Jinah and Donghyun’s eldest son, the most powerful witch of all time)

Jongin as Chris (Jinah and Donghyun’s youngest son)

Jinah as Piper (oldest sister; power – molecular immobilization/ combustion/ acceleration, i.e. freezing/ exploding)

Jiyeon as Phoebe (middle sister; power – premonition)

Jiwoo as Paige (youngest sister; power – orbing, telekinetic orbing)

Donghyun as Leo (Jinah’s husband, father to Baekhyun and Jongin)

‘Ghh, Y/N…’ Baekhyun sighed softly, making you smirk.

His chest was flushed and his cheeks were rosy, and you absolutely adored when he got like this. Rolling your hips consistently while holding his wrists down, you coerced the tiniest moans out of him. It was obvious your lover wanted to be vocal, but you were in his family mansion, so he was wary of his parents overhearing. What a baby.

‘Enjoying yourself, little witch?’ You teased, feeling his fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs.

‘Stop it, or I’ll vanquish you…’ He muttered, and you could only snort at his deplorable threat.

‘Somehow… I don’t think you will.’

Leaning in, you planted a playful kiss on his lips before accelerating. He’d been hovering on the edge there for a while.

‘Gonna come for me, baby?’ You traced the shell of his ear with your index finger. ‘In your parents’ house. What a shameless boy you are…’

You knew it wasn’t long now, so you straightened up, doubling the speed and concentrating on the ambrosial feeling in your nether regions as well. It was easy to reach ecstasy when you could watch him all wrought-up and aglow, burning up with you on top of him like this.

Baekhyun’s plump lips trembled, forming a small ‘o’ as he finally came inside you. His breathless moans were so sexy that you followed right behind him, dragging your hips back and forth quickly. As the waves subsided, your movements gradually came to a halt as well. You barely contained a groan when Baekhyun squeezed your butt, pressing himself deeper into you, and shot a frustrated glare his way.

‘Next time we’re casting a spell to make the room soundproof. I want to hear you.’ Grumbling and still out of breath, you slowly slipped off of him.

‘How about we just do it somewhere else?’ He suggested rhetorically, watching with loving eyes while you rearranged your ponytail with a hair tie.

‘I’m too lazy to shower now-’ You nattered, snapping your fingers.

Making you both fresh, and clean, and dressed in sleeping clothes at once came in handy often, yet Baekhyun didn’t usually allow you to practice magic ‘unnecessarily’.

‘Haven’t I told you not to do this? You know it’s per-’

‘Yeah-yeah, personal gain, witchy rules, yada-yada,’ you rolled your eyes, leaning on your elbows. ‘I am half-demon, remember? Besides, how’s it my personal gain if it’s you who’s not covered in all kinds of bodily fluids and is instead resting in his underwear and pj pants comfortably?’

‘You’re wearing a t-shirt to sleep too.’

‘It’s yours, so I say it’s for your pleasure as well. Doesn’t count,’ you shrugged dismissively.

‘Unbelievable,’ he snickered, melting as soon as you scooted closer to turn him slightly and latch onto him from behind.

‘Go to sleep, honey. The sooner it’s tomorrow, the sooner we can get back to supervising the renovation of our condo. I promise you’ll get to fuck me on each surface you like before the housewarming party is even planned…’ You murmured, pinching his belly playfully.

‘How are you always so… so...’

Your lover’s words became a slur, as white lights consumed him, making his body vanish right from your arms.

‘Baek? Baekhyun?’ You called, growing rather agitated, but he was completely gone. ‘What the hell!’

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Calling out his name had no effect. You knew he always answered your call, so he either couldn’t hear it, or couldn’t come. This already seemed incredibly suspicious, so it was time for you to act fast. Using your demonic power, blinking, you teleported quietly to the attic, where the family heirloom was stored. The gigantic book full of spells created or written down by witches of Baekhyun’s family line. Otherwise known as the Book of Shadows.

The usual spells you’d mastered by now didn’t work, and your attempts to locate or summon Baekhyun were less than fruitful. You figured that there was something magically blocking your tries to snatch him back. So, you decided to get creative and rewrite one of the spells so that it brought you to wherever Baekhyun had disappeared to. You really didn’t want to wake his parents up, but you’d have to if this failed. There was no telling what had happened to your better half, what if he was magically kidnapped or something? The lights around him when he disappeared did not seem demonic in nature, however, you weren’t willing to sit around and wait. You wanted to make sure he was okay, yet the strange feeling in the pit of your stomach strongly suggested otherwise.

Thankfully, when you finished saying the incantation you came up with, it worked its magic immediately. You closed your eyes just for a split second, and then you were... in the attic. Still?

Well, this time you were not alone.

Baekhyun stared at you coldly from across the room, and you were taken aback by his attire. He looked completely different, dressed in leather pants and an aggressively red jacket, hair a peculiar blueish color now…

‘What is-’ You were cut short by Baekhyun’s mom (where did she even come from?) shouting something.

You turned around, just in time to blink – disappear for a second – dodging a fireball shot your way by some pathetic excuse of a demon. An explosion sounded from behind you, and the attic was, once again, a complete mess. Apparently, you dropped yourself into an ongoing struggle, and very likely in some other time.

Too hot-headed to think, you whirled your wrist to draw a glowing blue energy ball and threw it at your attacker. The creature was vanquished. His accomplice tried to escape, but your firepower got him before he could blink out of here.

Coughing at the kicked-up dust, you turned around swiftly to question Baekhyun’s passive behavior in this exchange. This time, however, he wore a weird smirk on his face while disappearing in a swirl of dark orbs.

Dark orbs?!

‘Uh-’ You turned to his mother and aunts, who were eyeing you in high alert. ‘What the hell happened here?’

‘You tell us… Crystals!’ Jiwoo called out and waved her hand, orbing the damn protection stones around you.

Since you had just tapped into your upper-level demonic powers while generating all of the energy balls, the residue was going to linger for a few minutes. This, in turn, made the crystals an efficient trap, caging you just like any other demon. Albeit not for long.

‘What are you even doing?’ You sighed, looking up from the floor. ‘Don’t you know that I can walk out of those? Eomma, you tell them.’

As the dust began to clear, you made out that they looked quite different. Much more different than you first thought. Years younger, or even decades.

‘Eo-eomma?’ Jinah stuttered. ‘Did she just- call me her mom?!’

As your mind caught up with the situation, you gasped.

‘Oh! No, you’re not my real mom. I just call you that because- well- I can’t tell you,’ you rambled to avoid revealing something that they weren’t supposed to know and messing up the future. ‘The actual question is, what happened to Baekhyun? Did you summon him?’

‘How do you know my son?’ Jinah asked cautiously.

‘I- from the future,’ you replied vaguely, clearing your throat at the thought of what went down between you and him less than thirty minutes ago. ‘I was with him when he disappeared. ‘To call a lost witch’ spell didn’t work, so I modified the ‘to find a lost love’ spell, and it took me here.’

‘Okay, how does a demon know spells from the Book of Shadows?’ Jiyeon asked, looking at the older sister.

Of course, they’d be worried. The Book of Shadows was the most powerful magical tome passed down in their family through many generations. Moreover, it never let anyone evil lay a hand upon itself.

‘No-no, I’m not a demon!’ You chirped, reassuring them quickly. ‘Only half-demon. And half-witch.’

‘Great,’ Jinah grumbled.

Nudging the crystal with the tip of your shoe slightly to check if the afterglow of using your demonic powers had worn off, you finally managed to walk out of the magical cage.

‘Hey you, stay where you are!’ Jiwoo warned.

‘Are you gonna whoop my ass if I don’t, auntie?’ You chuckled, approaching the dusty couch. ‘Oh, and allow me…’

You snapped your fingers, the entire mess disappearing, leaving the attic rearranged and completely clean.

‘Good as new,’ you hummed.

‘What- that’s not allowed!’ Jiyeon complained.

‘Oh please, another lecture on personal gain? You guys are boring,’ you plopped on the couch and stretched. ‘Now, are you going to explain what happened with my b- Baekhyun, or not?’

‘I’m pretty sure she was going to say ‘boyfriend’,’ Jiyeon provided.

She was always damn attentive to those slips. Probably made a note to self when you blabbed about the ‘to find a lost love’ spell…

‘Okay, yes. Ugh, I’m so bad at this ‘not saying too much thing’! Although from what I saw – you’ve already spoiled the future. He wasn’t evil when you summoned him.’

‘How can we know that we can trust you?’ Jinah asked.

‘This is hurtful, eomoni. But I understand, it took you a bit to learn to trust me in the future as well,’ you mused. ‘I don’t know, what if I can touch the Book?’

‘The Book has been fooled before,’ Jiwoo responded dryly.

‘Can I read her?’ Jiyeon suggested amiably. ‘I can tap into her memories with my premonitions.’

Jinah nodded, but then turned to you and pointed a menacing finger.

‘Don’t try anything!’

‘Why would I-’

‘Just don’t,’ she quipped.

You rolled your eyes and held out your arm for Jiyeon to touch.

***

The vision she had of you apparently convinced everyone that you weren’t lying. After the initial tensions deflated, you finally got back to the issue at hand.

The sisters explained that they seemed to have trouble with the little Baekhyunie, age two at the current time, so they decided to cast a spell in order to understand what was going on and how to solve it. But the spell backfired, bringing the unsuspecting adult Baekhyun to their time.

Neither of you understood what exactly turned him evil, until his father, Donghyun, peeked through the door, holding his son close.

‘Is everything alright in here?’ He inquired, looking around the strangely neat room.

‘Yeah, we were just-’ Jiwoo began but was interrupted by your excited squeal.

‘Is that… Baekhyunie?!’ You shot up from the couch. ‘He is adorable!! Can I hold him? Please, please, can I hold him? Abeoji-i!’

Donghyun looked at his wife, completely bewildered, and you were almost jumping on the spot.

‘A future girlfriend. Don’t ask,’ Jinah waved off, nodding as he allowed you to scoop the curious boy up in your arms.

‘You’re so tiny,’ you cooed, touching his small hand, and he looked up at you with his enormous chocolate eyes. ‘Aw, little puppy… You’re just too cute!’

The entire room watched as you showered the baby in affection, tickling him, talking to him, and making him giggle. When he burst in a fit of laughter again, hiding his face in your neck shyly while you kissed the top of his head, you finally noticed the stares.

‘Um- what? I’ve always wanted to do that when I saw his childhood pictures, that’s all,’ you defended, getting flushed at your own outburst. ‘I’m not even a ‘child person’… He’s just really cute.’

They exchanged unreadable looks, and Donghyun cleared his throat.

‘Actually, he might be the reason why Baekhyun from the future turned evil. Remember his favorite teddy bear? Well, I think the ‘imaginary friend’ we were worried about was a demon that only he could see and talk to. The demon was building trust with Hyunie for days… And then used his toy to somehow assert that trust? I’m not sure.’

‘Did you see something specific?’ You asked, looking at the child in alarm.

‘I turned away for a second, and then the teddy bear was floating and glowing. I didn’t get to him in time, not before he could touch it. And as he did, the demon materialized… I think he didn’t want to attack me in front of Hyunie to maintain his trust, so he just blinked out of the kitchen.’

‘So, you think that the toy is now cursed or something?’ Jiwoo asked and received a nod from the boy’s father. ‘Well, why does he still have it then? Teddy bear!’

Using her power, she orbed the plushy away from him. Baekhyunie fussed in your arms, reaching out, and orbed the teddy back to himself.

‘Yeah, you know it doesn’t work like that,’ Donghyun sighed, leaning at the doorframe. ‘Maybe we can-’

The crying from downstairs interrupted him.

‘Oh no, Jonginie! Hyunie, orb to your brother and protect him with your orb shield!’ His father instructed, and all of them rushed downstairs.

The baby disappeared from your arms, and you blinked, finding yourself on the first floor. The commotion was seemingly in the kitchen, and you approached it carefully, peeking from behind the wall.

‘What are you doing, siding with demons now? Let him go!’ Jinah sounded angry.

‘Don’t worry, mom. I have no intention of harming him, for obvious reasons.’ It was Baekhyun’s voice. ‘But I won’t let you tamper with his morality anymore. Let’s go, Baekhyunie.’

His voice sounded sinister, and the sisters didn’t manage to hold him back before the dark orbs took him someplace else.

‘Dammit!’ Jinah cursed, as you slipped into the kitchen. ‘He took him!’

‘Calm down. You know he won’t kill him, or he’d disappear himself,’ Donghyun tried.

‘Wow, that’s so comforting, honey!’ She mocked.

‘We need to find him,’ you piped up. ‘He took him for a reason.’

They turned to you, looking quite annoyed, and you explained.

‘The window of opportunity is wide open for him now, he can easily be swayed back to his status quo, which is being good. They want to keep him away until the window closes. To ensure that you cannot change him back easily.’

The sisters fussed around the kitchen, the mother most distressed of all.

‘This can’t be happening. It’s Baekhyun we’re talking about! Why do we keep failing at keeping him good?’

‘It’s okay, Jinah-yah, we’ll find a way.’

You looked at them, getting an idea.

‘Can you, perhaps, ID the demon that cursed his teddy?’

Donghyun turned to you in confusion but nodded.

‘That’s a good idea. Jiwoo, orb Jonginie to magic school, he’ll be safe there,’ Jinah said, turning to Jiyeon and Donghyun right after. ‘And you – come with me. We’re going to find that demon and vanquish his sorry ass!’

***

Baekhyun’s parents seemed quite relentless when it came to the safety and wellbeing of their children. Just as they would be (were?) in the future.

The action began with Donghyun identifying the culprit as Vicus, the demon who preyed on children, especially young witches, turning them down the path of evil. It didn’t take the sisters too long to make the vanquishing potion. Problem was, they still had no idea how to reverse his curse.

‘What if we just get rid of him and hope that does the trick?’ Jiwoo suggested.

‘It’s not impossible,’ you offered, a bit unsure. ‘But I think the solution has to lie in Baekhyun somehow. It’s more likely, don’t you think?’

‘So, you suppose we should be binding his powers or something?’ Jinah asked defensively.

‘Not at all. I just assume it won’t be as simple as that. I want him to turn back too, you know?’ You backtracked.

Something thumped upstairs.

‘Did you hear that?’ Jiyeon asked.

‘Someone’s in the attic! Orb us there, Jiwoo-yah!’

They disappeared in blueish orbs before you could warn them this could be a trap.

Damn were they headstrong! Baekhyun definitely took after his dad in this regard, more rational, balanced, and thoughtful. You were thankful for that, if he was any other way, he wouldn’t have been able to tame your wild half-demonic ass.

Blinking, you reappeared upstairs, watching the scene unfold through the door cracked open.

‘What do you want, Baekhyun? Bring him back!’ Was his mother’s stern voice.

‘I came for my magical inheritance.’

His voice was calm and low as he replied.

‘The Book? You won’t be able to touch it. You’re evil now!’ Yelled Jiwoo.

He approached the Book of Shadows, but, as expected, its magical field protected it from his touch.

‘It’s Vicus, he screwed you up! Is he here, with you?’

You heard glass breaking, indicating that the sisters were throwing potion vials around.

‘Not even close,’ he smirked, clearly amused by their fruitless attempts to get rid of the demon who started all of this. ‘Let me make it easier for you.’

He waved his hand, and the previously invisible demon was now seen. His expression quickly changed from satisfied to petrified.

‘What did you- Naagrh!’

The scream announced that the potion finally met its target, and the flames destroyed the demon in seconds. But the silence afterward seemed spooky. You wanted to burst into the room, but something told you it was best to stay hidden for now. This Baekhyun was unpredictable.

‘Well, that only achieved… nothing,’ the same dark voice stated. ‘I guess you’re not changing me back after all.’

He disappeared.

The sisters exchanged heavy looks. This situation had become even direr than it used to be. They were wrong about breaking the curse by killing the demon. And now he had a new agenda – like all evil creatures, he wanted to possess the power of the Book. This was extremely dangerous.

‘What are we gonna do now?’ Jinah asked, before turning around to watch you creep into the room.

‘Well, he wants the Book, maybe we can set a trap for him?’ Jiwoo suggested.

‘He probably won’t come if he can sense us here…’

They circled the Book.

‘We can modify the ‘To call a lost witch’ spell to bring him here against his will. But even if he comes at his own volition, we still need to stun him somehow. I could make a potion, but we’ll need to customize it using something of his… his hair, maybe? Where can we find it though?’

‘Maybe I can help?’ You came forward. ‘I can try being a double agent. Fool him into thinking I’m also evil and get you the hair.’

‘This way we’ll be able to summon him, both of… him, use the potion to stun, and then reason with little Baekhyunie while the adult one recovers, right?’ Jiyeon assumed.

‘What’s to say this will even work though?’ Jiwoo was reluctant about that plan.

‘You got a better idea?’ Jiyeon called her out.

‘Sadly, not this time. I guess… I should get to this potion. Jiyeon can write the spell, and you, Jinah… Just think it through. You have the toughest job – getting through to my little nephew. I think convincing him to give the bear up may undo the curse.’

‘I certainly hope so.’ The oldest sister turned to you and nodded. ‘Do it.’

***

The lair you found yourself in was gloomy, to say the least. You could instantly tell you were in the Underworld now. Demons preferred to lurk in dark, unpleasant places like this ugly cave. But this was where your connection with Baekhyun brought you, so he had to be somewhere close by. Of course, you would’ve blinked to his exact location, but it was obvious that he cloaked himself. He didn’t want to be found.

But the two of you had been through a lot together, and him turning into an asshole didn’t mean that the connection simply evaporated. In fact, it seemed like what weakened on your witch-side became stronger on your demonic side. Not that surprising, considering that he was evil now. So, you allowed your inner demon to lead you to him.

‘I wondered if you were to come,’ the low voice almost startled you.

Turning around, you met his sharp eyes.

‘Of course. Took me a while to locate you. Almost got vanquished at your home, too,’ you smirked.

He sized you up slowly, probably still trying to figure out what your agenda was. It was your time to do some acting.

‘I can’t believe you’ve made it this hard for me to find you,’ you complained teasingly, stepping closer to him. ‘Was under the impression that you enjoyed spending time with me…’

By the end of your sentence, you were running your palms up his chest to wrap them around his tense neck. He allowed you this close, it was a good sign.

‘I don’t know, pet,’ his hand squeezed your ass. ‘How can I even trust you?’

People were putting zero faith in you in this time, to the point it was becoming frustrating! You always had to prove yourself.

‘Why wouldn’t you trust your soulmate? We’re literally meant to be together, remember?’

At this, you were referring to the prophecy in the back of the Book that appeared exactly on the day Baekhyun laid eyes on you.

It said that the most powerful descendant of the Byun line of witches, the Charmed offspring, would create the balancing Force of Good, but only if he could learn how to tame the Darkness he fell in love with.

Since prophecies were always gibberish, it was Jiyeon who explained that you had everything to do with this. You were the one who brought darkness to the equation, and he was to help you manage and control it, but also love it as any other part of you. She assumed that the balancing Force meant that it was paramount in preserving the natural struggle between the Good and Evil, the Yin and Yang of the entire world, and it was probably your duo that was meant to keep the scale tipped towards the Good.

Either way, you were destined to be together. And the fact that he changed now meant nothing.

‘Didn’t I make you a complete goody-two-shoes in the future?’ He asked through a sarcastic smirk, hands still roaming your body.

‘You ‘tamed my darkness’. What’s to say you cannot un-tame it?’ Murmuring seductively, you guided his hand under your skirt.

Changing the attire was the right decision.

‘Oh?’ He pulled you flush to his body. ‘Why don’t we continue in a more convenient interior?’

He orbed you into some other cave. It looked much better in comparison with the one you were in before. Like a gloomy underground room with just one entry point. You wondered where that door led.

As soon as you were there, he plopped you onto a large rock that was part of the wall and tugged at your hair. You hummed as he kissed your exposed neck, every touch dangerous as if he could sink his teeth deep into your throat at any given moment.

When he found your lips, it was rough and fast. Your tongue was in his mouth, and then it wasn’t, overpowered by his. The clothed thighs pressed to your core and ground on you.

‘Fuck,’ he breathed into your mouth, lower lip glistening with saliva. ‘I’d love to show you a good time, but I have something urgent to take care of.’

You pouted, running your fingers through his thick hair. His eyes changed for a second, much less cold than before, but you barely caught that fleeting moment. Despite thinking that you’d abhor this Baekhyun, a strange lust was awakened by his proximity, and you somehow felt more drawn to him.

‘But I want you to take care of me now… Can’t it wait another ten minutes?’

He gave you the most lascivious look.

‘What an impatient little slut,’ he gritted, hand reaching down to pull his already hard dick out of his pants. ‘I give you five. Take it or leave it.’

Before you could answer, he was bucking into you.

At the painful sting, you cried out.

‘Sh-h, you’re gonna spook the baby-me,’ he warned, licking his thumb and finding your clit. ‘Just this once. Don’t get used to this.’

With added stimulation, his shallow thrusts became quite bearable, and in a couple of minutes, he could very well take his foot off the brakes.

You held your moans in, now that you realized that he was keeping his past self close by, and only grunted.

‘I haven’t told you this before,’ he almost growled, pulling the hem of your dress further up and looking at where his fingers were playing with you. ‘But this is my favorite view.’

The question in your heavy-lidded eyes prompted him to continue.

‘I love fucking you like this. Completely exposed. Lips wet…’ He chuckled, adding a lewd, ‘Mouth too.’

‘Mh- Feels so good,’ you muttered, reaching out to him.

It was a hopeless try, yet he surprised you by leaning in. You tugged at his hair, making him rumble.

‘Come all over my pussy,’ you hummed before arching your back in pleasure.

Watching you come, Baekhyun delivered a few more rough thrusts, and, as soon as you were done, pulled out and pumped himself.

‘Hh-yes, yes, fuck-’

His face scrunched up, and you felt warm strings of his cum soil your inner thigh. Working his hand, he milked himself dry and stopped only when it became much less pleasant.

Both of you had to take another minute or two to catch your breaths.

‘You know what? Let me take care of my family business, and then we can continue this,’ he hummed, tucking himself in and reaching down to bite your lower lip teasingly.

Smiling at him, you nodded in agreement.

‘I’ll be right back,’ he promised.

‘And I’ll be waiting for you,’ you replied, demonstratively scooping some of his semen from between your legs and shoving the coated finger into your mouth.

‘Oh, just give me a second, whore.’

He disappeared behind the door, and you quickly snapped your fingers to clean up and restore your clothing. A second later – you were in the middle of the attic.

‘Incoming!’ You announced, alerting the sisters. ‘Here, the hair.’

Jiwoo motioned for you to drop them into the potion, and then distributed it in three vials. Just to be safe.

‘How did you even get those?’ Jinah asked.

‘I don’t think you, as his mother, would want to know…’ Jiyeon remarked, subtly motioning for you to cover your neck.

He probably did leave a mark or two…

There wasn’t much time before Baekhyun was to make an appearance, so you decided to hide and make sure they had this. And you disappeared just in time – a second before the dark orbs revealed him, holding his younger self’s hand. Upon arrival, he examined the room, taking notice of his family. All present and ready for combat.

‘You better get out of my way,’ he waved a hand, and the three sisters were thrown to the side, clearing the path to where the Book was. ‘Let’s get what we came here for.’

He was addressing the child. Your eyes widened as you realized – he wanted to use his younger self somehow to gain access to the Book of Shadows.

‘You left us no choice!’ Jinah shouted, throwing a potion vial his way.

He stopped in his tracks, letting go of the tiny hand. And then turned around.

Although you watched from outside of the room, you could feel his dark aura become even more intense. They had angered him.

‘You really… shouldn’t have done this,’ he gritted, and Jiwoo threw another vial at him before Jiyeon screamed for Hyunie to get away.

Losing his temper, Baekhyun shocked the Charmed sisters with his power. Although the potions did weaken him, he was still powerful enough to bring harm to them. The force had flung their bodies to the wall and held them there, floating in the air and unmoving.

‘Didn’t I tell you to stay out of my way?’ He rumbled, making them yelp in pain from the sheer force.

That was it. You couldn’t stay behind any longer. Using his momentary distraction, you slipped into the room and reached the scared boy left in the middle of the attic with only his teddy bear to hold onto.

‘Hyunie,’ you called softly, dropping down on your knees next to him. ‘I know you’re scared, sweetie, but I won’t let anyone hurt you, okay?’

He looked at you silently, chocolate eyes big and trusting.

‘We can help your mommy and aunties. But you have to do me a little favor first,’ you stroked his head almost motherly. ‘Would you let noona hold your teddy? Just for a second. I’ll give it right back, promise.’

‘What are you doing?!’ Baekhyun roared, glaring at you over his shoulder, and allowing the sisters to fall to the floor as he turned his attention to you.

That was when Jiyeon threw the third vial at him, stalling him for a few moments to buy you time as he struggled against the magical effects of the potion, becoming completely enraged.

‘I’ll protect you from him, sweetie. Please, let me hold-’

Baekhyunie outstretched his arm, offering you his toy. You wasted no time, snatching it out of his hands.

The teddy bear began to glow.

‘No!’ Baekhyun yelled, breaking out of the potion’s confines, and conjuring a powerful energy ball to throw your way.

There was no time to do anything but leap forward, covering the boy next to you with your whole body. To shield him from the deadly hit at all costs.

An explosion sounded, and there were voices and screaming… But you still held the tiny body to your chest, protecting him from any impact.

The truth was… you felt no impact.

Opening your eyes, you searched the floor for signs of blood or any destruction. Slowly turning around, you saw Baekhyun. His hair was back to normal color, and his clothes were ordinary too. He was back.

‘What- I-’ Baekhyun turned around, finding his family on the floor. ‘Mom! Oh my god!’

He rushed to help them up, and you noticed that the room had a blue-ish hue to it. And then you realized…

Baekhyunie held his orb shield up to protect you.

Unwrapping his tiny arms from your waist, you met his puppy eyes.

‘It’s okay, Hyunie,’ you cooed. ‘You can lower your defenses; the evil is gone. We’re safe now.’

You took his teddy bear from the floor and shook it to get the dust off before handing it back to the boy. He pressed it to his chest, but then looked at you again with the same trusting gaze. Melting under it, you scooped the boy up, rocking him from side to side.

‘You did great,’ you murmured, lips tickling his temple with a smooch. ‘Protected noona and saved the future. Baekhyunie is the best boy.’

Scrambling yourself off the floor, you finally brought the quietly giggling pile to his mother.

‘Oh, thank god!’ Jinah clamored, taking him from you.

She and Jiwoo fussed over the boy, while Jiyeon rubbed your forearm sympathetically.

‘Are you okay?’ She asked.

‘Yeah. Baekhyunie used his shield to protect us both, so not a scratch.’

‘Better tell him that,’ she tilted her head, motioning at Baekhyun, who stared down at his feet awkwardly a few steps away from you.

‘Hey stranger,’ you called, approaching him and instantly wrapping your arms around his torso.

He ‘oh’-ed in surprise and reciprocated timorously.

‘I’m- so sorry,’ he sighed, and you looked up in surprise. ‘For everything I did… I didn’t-’

‘Hey-hey-hey, hold on,’ you interrupted him. ‘It wasn’t your fault, the demon corrupted you as a baby, changing your future personality as a result. You’re fine now, and no one was hurt… not too much anyways,’ you corrected sheepishly.

Baekhyun’s eyes looked distressed, so you touched his face tenderly.

‘It really is okay now, baby. We’re all doing great, right?’ You turned to Jinah and the others, and they nodded, proving your point.

‘Are you sure you are all fine? No one needs healing?’ He still inquired anxiously.

‘Nah, we’re fine, really,’ Jiwoo waved him off. ‘And I think you should be on your way back already!’

‘She’s right, you know?’ You turned to Baekhyun, who was scratching his head.

‘What about all the knowledge? Of the future?’

‘I’ll ask the Elders to do their memory dust trick on us.’ Jiwoo promised, and you simply nodded. ‘We messed up enough of the future for one day.’

It was time for goodbyes, so all of you took turns hugging each other.

When it were Jiyeon’s arms around you, her voice whispered mysteriously in your ear.

‘The Balancing Force will be your third offspring.’

‘What?!’ You couldn’t help but exclaim.

‘Sh-h! I read it off of you and I have no clue what it means but… take care. Both of him and yourself. And start breaking your wedding shoes in well in advance,’ she winked at you, stepping away so that you could say bye to Jinah.

‘Someone else wanted to say something,’ she smiled, putting Baekhyunie down so that he could approach you himself.

You crouched down to be more or less on the same level as the boy and waited for him to do whatever it was he wanted to do.

As it turned out, Hyunie wanted to present you with his precious teddy.

‘Is that for me?’ You asked when an astonished gasp sounded from the sisters.

The boy nodded shyly.

‘For favorite noona.’

You blinked. This was the single sweetest thing that anyone had ever done for you. He was so adorable it was impossible to handle.

‘Hm, you know what?’ You began, offering him to take his beloved toy back. ‘Could you keep this bear safe for me? And next time we meet – when you’re all grown up – you can give it to me. If you still think noona is your favorite. Would you do that for me?’

He nodded firmly, taking his task seriously, and you nearly squealed again at his cuteness.

‘Be a good boy always, Baekhyunie,’ you told him and kissed his plump rosy cheek.

‘The spell is finished!’ Jiwoo announced, waving a tiny sheet of paper.

Baekhyun nodded, looking at you as if to ask ‘Are you ready?’.

‘Let’s go home,’ you smiled, and the sisters began chanting.

‘Son in the future, son in the past,

seeing anew what once had passed.

Return him now from whence he came,

His love to follow, all be the same.’

When you opened your eyes, you were back to where you were when Baekhyun disappeared on you. The bedsheets were still as messy as you’d left them, and you noticed something new – a tiny teddy bear – sitting at the top of the nightstand. He kept it for you. It wasn’t even a question since he had no other toys in his room. Having two younger siblings, he didn’t get to keep much memorabilia. But that one he did.

Just as you wanted to point that out, he released your hand and wrapped it around his waist. You glanced at him, noticing that he was even more upset now.

‘Baek-’ You began, but he shook his head, shutting you down.

‘I know you told me it isn’t my fault. But- I understand if you want nothing to do with me anymore.’

He gulped a breath, bracing himself to continue.

‘You’ve sacrificed enough to save my future, Y/N… I can’t ask-’

‘Well, shielding Baekhyunie was hardly a sacrifice. Hi- your shield protected me from all and any harm, really.’ You reached out, but he still didn’t let you touch him.

‘I didn’t mean that.’ His answers only added to your perplexity. ‘I meant the- how- you let me use you to get closer and stop me…’ He trailed off.

Oh.

O-o-oh.

‘Baekhyun,’ you sighed, stepping closer to him until he had nowhere to move away, and forcefully trapped him in your arms. ‘You listen to me very carefully.’

He didn’t look at you at all, but you could tell he was paying attention.

‘I did what I had to, that is true, but- Please, don’t misunderstand! It doesn’t mean that I- didn’t- enjoy it,’ you finally got it out, and he turned to you in confusion.

‘Enjoy… it?’

‘Yes. I- How do I describe it… When you turned evil, I wanted to change you back. I love you the way you are. Your gentle heart, your good deeds… You treat everyone well, you’re a loving son, big brother, and cousin, and a great friend. Lecture me about personal gain and using our powers for good all day long!’ You teased, earning a small smile. ‘But- I cannot say I couldn’t relate to you when you became evil. It felt… Exciting even. I know it’s probably freaking you out, but it’s no secret that I have a dark side to me, and I guess it is easier for it to relate to you when you have it too…’

You looked at the floor in shame, still holding onto him tight, as if to prevent him from orbing away and leaving you here alone. He swallowed audibly before speaking up again.

‘Everyone has a dark side. I wouldn’t turn bad just like that if I didn’t have one,’ he said, tracing your features with his eyes. ‘If I give in to the darkness and let it rule, I might become evil. How come your demon half doesn’t relate to me?’

‘Because your father is a whitelighter, Baek. You’re literally part witch, part angel…’ You rolled your eyes.

‘So? Angels fall from grace. Dad did once too, you know? To be with his family. With mom.’ Baekhyun’s voice seeped into your ears like honey. ‘I know that you can be bad, but so can I. So can anyone. And although my family was terrified when they heard of your demonic side, I- was never wary of it.’

‘You weren’t?’

‘Not at all,’ he smiled. ‘I love you the way you are. I even like it when you use your powers freely, not caring about the rules. It’s incredible: you do it as much as you want and are still you, whereas I… I could be corrupted and thrown off my path just from exercising my power like this. Heck, I can be corrupted with just a teddy bear!’

‘You make it sound like your dark side is worse than mine,’ you snorted, and he pulled you closer to his warm body.

‘It’s not a competition, and I don’t even think ‘bad’ is a fitting description for it. It is dark. It has potential for bad things. But it’s not necessarily bad. We’re both living proofs of that.’

‘Alright, alright, I’m convinced. We’re both dark as fuck but pretty good still.’ You summarized.

‘Language,’ Baekhyun scowled, causing you to burst out laughing.

‘Hey, there’s something else… I need to get off my chest.’ You said, sitting him down on the bed before taking the spot next to him.

He looked curious.

‘I- Your aunt told me something before they sent us off. She said,’ you pursed your lips for a moment. ‘That the Balancing Force would be our third child…’

You looked at him, awaiting his reaction, and he just went ‘Huh.’

‘Huh? That all you got??’ You frowned at him impatiently, unimpressed by the lack of feedback.

‘Sorry. I just thought it was going to be our fourth one.’

Baekhyun shrugged, and you almost fell off the bed as you screamed.

‘What!?’

A/N: Yayyy!! Happy to see you here after finishing the story, hope you enjoyed it^^ Let me know in your comments/ reblogs and asks! As usual, I remind you there’s no need to hold back and be shy, I always appreciate all of your messages <3

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