#okay maybe it took a few meetings & a kidnapping but!!

[i-will-cry-you-a-river]

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It was weird to be home. Thankfully, neither his parents - who were kinda absent, so he never really thought it would be a possibility -, not his siblings - in all honesty, Shen Yuan had been prepared for his kidnapping and atticsiblinging - insisted that Shen Yuan had to move out of his home. His siblings fretted, for sure, and he could see that his meimei and da-ge had to keep back er-ge from saying something, but it was okay. Shen Yuan even agreed to the “nanny” his siblings paid for to make sure he survived living alone. It didn't matter; he could continue to live alone! That was one hell of a relief.

Still, it was weird to be home. He kinda got used to the comings and goings of the nurses, the smell of disinfectant, the low murmurs of life outside of his room. And his meetings with Hospital Guy, but he was not thinking about Hospital Guy. Hospital Guy who?

The point was, he was kinda… just maybe a tiny bit… lonely. After his siblings went home, he felt relieved, but after a few hours of complete silence, it became…

Overwhelming. Lonely. 

His thoughts were too loud. 

Sighing, he switched on his phone. A message awaited him; he didn't notice it even after his siblings left. He just didn't have enough energy to look at his phone.

Fall: Do you ever feel like no matter what you do, it's always wrong?

Shen Yuan blinked at the screen, caught off guard by the question. He frowned; the message had been sent six hours ago. Shit.

Hoping Fall didn't resent him for not responding, or think Shen Yuan was deliberately avoiding him, he wrote, “Yes, but I think everyone feels like that. Every choice you make has negative and positive sides - so you just have to concentrate on why it was right to do the thing you did.”

He thought about it for a second, then added, trying to lighten the mood:

Shizun: Except if you wrote a 1000-chapter-long porn with no redeeming qualities, no plot, no world-building, no great characters, nothing. Then, I have to confess, my friend, there's no save for you. But see? There's no such thing as “everything you do is wrong”. Even Airplane has done something right!

There was a long pause, and Shen Yuan was left wondering if he'd said the wrong thing. He should have looked at his phone sooner. He should have been more compassionate. Maybe he shouldn't have sent the last message. Maybe-

Fall: Yeah… ig your ribht. Its just hard to shake sometimes…

“Oh, shit,” Shen Yuan swore. His friend never was as grammatically correct in their messages, as he had been, but this? This was a cry for help.

His fingers were hovering over the screen, but his mind was empty. He wasn't sure how to comfort somebody, especially through text, especially someone he'd never met in real life. But Fall was his friend. He was there for him, and Shen Yuan wanted to be there for his friend too.

Shizun: For what it's worth, I don't think everything you do is wrong. You are a great friend. You are supportive and fun, and so easy to talk to! I don't know what you are going through right now, but you have me, if you want to talk about it. And you have me if you don't. 

A few seconds that seemed like .minutes passed before Fall's next message came through.

Fall: Thanks. It means a lot

It wasn't much, but… it was something. Shen Yuan hoped he was helping. And if their messages took on a slightly different tone from there on, it was met with relief. They were still joking around, ranting about things, talking about fanfiction and PIDW - but they were talking about other things as well. Not just surface level things; about their deeper emotions and thoughts as well.

It was great.

Shen Yuan still thought about Hospital Guy from time to time, wishing they could have a similar relationship like the one he had with Fall, but… it was okay. He had Fall.

And strangely, Airplane.

The banters between Peerless Cucumber and Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky have always been something like a spectacle for other readers, but ever since Airplane actively responded to his comments, instead of just passively adding things to his chapters just for shits and giggles, it became something entirely different. Other readers would watch their back-and-forth with amusement, and more often than not, their interactions would turn into petty insults, while the other readers egged them on.

Peerless Cucumber: Another chapter, another “surprising” plot twist. I never would have guessed the protagonist would survive this near-death experience. Nor that he would fall from the cliff, straight into the bed of a demoness. What a creative genius you are…

 Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky: It’s called dramatic tension. Not that you’d know anything about it, even if it bit you in your ass!

Peerless Cucumber: Sure, if by "dramatic tension" you mean rehashing the same tropes over and over again. Ever thought about trying something new? Or are we just going to keep watching Luo Binghe fall to his doom and survive everything by fucking more and more uninteresiting maidens until the end of time?

Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky: Look, maybe if you wrote something instead of whining, you'd understand. Oh, wait - I'm sorry, do you actually write? Or do you just complain? Or you could just leave PIDW to people who can appreciate it, and just read anything else

Shen Yuan’s fingers froze over his keyboard. Was Airplane... goading him? Was he really upset by his comments, or was it just to stir shit? Was he really-

Shen Yuan didn’t know what possessed him at that moment, but he typed something out before he could stop himself.

Peerless Cucumber: Maybe I do write. And maybe it’s better than the endless trainwreck you’re passing off as a novel. Maybe one of my chapters has more emotions and sense than all of your chapters all together!

There. That should give him some satisfaction. If Airplane wanted to humiliate him for not being a writer, he has another thing coming!

But, strangely, when Airplane didn’t respond right away, Shen Yuan felt an odd twinge of... regret? Maybe he went a bit too far? He shook his head. No way. He wasn’t going to feel bad for Airplane, of all people. Airplane was the one constantly dishing out subpar writing. It was Airplane who baited him with his little digs in his chapters and notes and his replies!

Still, the silence stretched on longer than usual, and Shen Yuan started to wonder if maybe - just maybe - he’d gone too far this time.

It was a shitty feeling.

Almost as shitty as being ignored by Hospital Guy.

-*-*-*-

When Airplane did reply, it was short and almost... despondent. It is hard to really know how somebody was feeling through text but… Yeah. Airplane was clearly Not Okay.

Fuck.

Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky: Well, if your writing is so much better, maybe you should just stick to that. Or maybe you should stick to reading fanfic. I heard there's one that's “way better than PIDW could ever dream of”. Probably less painful for both of us.

Shen Yuan blinked at his phone. That was... not the kind of response he was expecting. For the first time since their banter had started, Airplane didn’t sound defensive or snarky; he just sounded tired.

Tired and so fucking sad.

That was not what Shen Yuan wanted. He knew he was an asshole. But not this much of an asshole! He actually liked PIDW and Airplane! That's why he was so frustrated all the time! He wanted the story to be better! To be as good as he knew it could be!

But it seems his complaints were seen as…

Bullying.

He was a bully.

Fuck.

Peerless Cucumber: Hey, calm down. Just because I critique your work doesn’t mean I hate everything about it. I mean, I did read over 600 chapters, right? You’re clearly doing something right. You have to know you are doing something right.

There was no immediate reply, and Shen Yuan stared at his phone, wondering if Airplane had ever been doxxed before and if yes, where he could find his address. He needed to shake some sense into this idiotic author!

For all its flaws, PIDW had its moments, and it was those moments that had kept him reading despite his frustrations. The story itself wasn't a masterpiece, that's for sure, but Airplane was a creative genius and it was a shame he didn't realize how much potential he had. Besides, even if Airplane’s writing could be infuriating, it took a certain level of dedication to write a story that long.

Shen Yuan typed another message.

Peerless Cucumber: Listen, some fanfics might be better at some things, like world-building or avoiding the... uh... gratuitous papapa scenes. But at the end of the day, they are still just fanfics. Your story is the foundation. Without PIDW, they wouldn’t exist at all! My - and others' - writing wouldn't exist if it wasn't for you!

This time, the silence dragged on for so long that Shen Yuan began to wonder if Airplane had just decided to ghost him entirely. A strange pang of disappointment bloomed in his chest. Maybe he’d pushed too hard after all. Maybe-

But then, Airplane finally replied.

Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky: ...Thanks.

That was it. Just one word. But somehow, it felt like the heaviest response Shen Yuan had ever received from him.

-*-*-*-

Shen Yuan didn’t usually get caught up in his feelings, or at least, he tried to pretend he didn’t. He had a system for dealing with the world: sarcasm, avoidance, and pretending that everything rolled off his back. It was a good, working system. It didn't break when he finally accepted that he would never be his parent's perfect (nor the preferred) child. It worked when his first (and last) interned boyfriend broke up with him for being Too Much. It was a perfect system when he dropped out of college, when he realized no company would ever hire him because of his health issues.

But sometimes, it all caught up to him. Like tonight.

The hospital had been exhausting. Not physically, but mentally. Ever since he’d been discharged, he couldn’t shake this strange heaviness that had settled in his chest. Maybe it was the way things had ended with the guy in the other room - the one he’d developed a little crush on. Shen Yuan had tried so hard to be there for him, to make sure he had everything he needed while he recovered. But in the end, the guy didn’t seem to care. He never asked Shen Yuan to visit, didn’t seem to notice all the little things Shen Yuan did to help him out. And when Shen Yuan said goodbye, all he was left with was rejection.

The previous days were exhausting; his fretting siblings, moving back to his apartment, getting used to being alone again, Fall’s bad mood… all of those were emotionally taxing.

And then there was Airplane.

The snarky banter between them had been fun, sure, but when Shen Yuan had complimented PIDW - genuinely, for once - Airplane had gone silent. Completely ghosted him.

At first, Shen Yuan had brushed it off. It was Airplane, after all. He could be moody, and maybe he just didn’t know how to handle praise. But the longer Airplane stayed quiet, the more Shen Yuan started to feel like maybe he was the problem. Maybe he’d gone too far, even when he’d been trying to be nice for once. Maybe everyone found him too much.

Staring at the ceiling of his apartment, the weight of it all felt unbearable. The hospital guy, Airplane..

Even Fall failed to message him much today. It was like everyone in his life was drifting away, and Shen Yuan couldn’t figure out why.

He grabbed his phone, his heart pounding, and opened his chat with Fallingfromsky1. It wasn’t like him to vent like this, but he couldn’t hold it in anymore.

Maybe he really was Too Much. Bothering somebody with his emotions… he really was greedy, wasn't he?

Shizun: You ever feel like… no matter what you do, it’s never enough? Or like you’re just too much for people? Like… everyone eventually gets tired of you?

He hit send before he could second-guess himself, immediately regretting it. This wasn’t the kind of thing he usually talked about, especially not with someone he hadn’t even met in person. But the words were out there now, and all he could do was wait for Fall’s response.

He watched the three little dots appear on the screen, then disappear.

Then reappear.

Then disappear again.

He guessed, he had his answer. He didn't really know what exactly he was expecting. Comfort? Reassurance? He wasn’t sure. All he knew was that he felt hollow inside, like he was sinking. 

Several minutes passed before Fall finally responded. It was one question:   "Are you okay?"

Shen Yuan stared at the message. He didn’t even know how to answer that. Was he okay? No, not really. But that felt like too much to dump on someone, even if they were friends, even if Fall had always been kind and understanding.

But Shen Yuan was too far gone to hold back now. The dam had broken.

Shizun: I don’t know. It’s just… things keep happening, and it feels like I can’t do anything right. I tried helping someone in the hospital, you know? There was this guy I met, and I thought we were becoming friends. I even… I don’t know, I liked him. He was awkward and didn't really talk to me, but I thought he appreciated my ramblings. But maybe he didn't react to most of the things because I didn’t even exist to him. When I was discharged, he didn’t even care. Didn’t even ask me to visit. I just feel like… like I was too much, or not enough. And then Airplane… I tried to compliment his writing for once, and now he’s completely disappeared. Just… nothing. I guess I complained too much that now he doesn't even believe me when I'm not berating him for once. I think I messed up again.

Shen Yuan closed his eyes after sending the message, feeling sick and embarrassed. Why had he sent all that? He’d just dumped a whole mess of insecurities onto someone he didn’t even know in real life. 

He really was too much.

There was a long stretch of silence after that, and Shen Yuan’s heart began to sink. He stared at his phone, wondering if he’d just ruined things with Fall too. Maybe he’d pushed too hard, said too much. He always did that, didn’t he? Overthought everything, expected too much from people, and then got hurt when they pulled away.

But just when he was about to put his phone down, the screen lit up with a new message.

Fall: Shizun. I don’t think you’re too much. You’re kind. You care about people, and that’s never too much. Maybe the hospital guy didn’t realize what you meant by all the things you did, and that’s on him. But that doesn’t mean you did anything wrong. And Airplane… well, maybe he’s just not great at dealing with compliments. Some people aren’t. But I know it’s not because of you.

Shen Yuan read the message over and over again, his eyes stinging for reasons he would deny to his death. He was not crying, okay?!

The words were so simple, but they hit him harder than anything else had in a long time. He wasn’t used to people being kind to him, especially when he felt so… raw.

Shizun: Thanks. I’m just… tired, I guess.

There was another pause, and then Fall’s next message lit up his phone. It wasn’t what Shen Yuan expected.

Fall: Can we meet?

[kolbietheaggrievedwriter]

I got pretty far into a novel where a guy transmigrates into a manga and fanboys all over his favorite character...and that character is already like. Super fond of and trusting of MC. The summary mentioned a regressor, so I clocked him immediately, but it was SOOO interesting for a transmigrator to pop into a comic where a character already 1) knows him AS a transmigrator and 2) trusts him!! With not only his own life but the fate of the world!!!! It was such a refreshing take since usually MCs come into being already hated and/or mistrusted and have to earn that kind of regard. I really appreciated that lifelong companion bond from the very start. Even if MC had no idea until like two-thirds through the plot lol

This involves spoilers, so I won't say what the name of the novel is! If you still want to know, send an ask, and I'll answer it privately.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Could you make a fic where Miguel gets the female reader pregnant and they're happy but he's worried about her safety? Maybe have a villain find out? Cause some angst?

A/n: Yesss!

Warnings: blood/ death.

Miguel couldn’t believe that you were pregnant with his child, while he may never admit it he did let a few tears fall when you told him and of course that was not going to stop him from being protective over you, maybe a bit over protective.

He kept a watchful eye on you, he always did his best to make sure that you were by his side. He loved to watch you, you had this glow about you. You were so beautiful.

Placing a hand on your growing belly he had to kneel down to caress your stomach due to his height. “I can not wait to meet you.” It was a whisper but you managed to hear it.

“I know they can’t wait either…and neither can I because boy am I exhausted.” You muttered.

Snorting, Miguel placed a kiss to your belly then looked up smiling. “Would you like for me to give you a message?”

Rolling your eyes you let your fingers run through his hair then playfully pushed his face away. “I know that look in your eyes Miguel, it’s how I got pregnant in the first place. Besides don’t you have..oh I don’t know. Work to do?” You teased lightly.

Groaning, Miguel stood up letting his teeth run over one of his fangs. “I wasn’t going to suggest right away…I was going to weight a bit….but fine yes you’re right but please don’t leave the house.” He hated the thought of leave you alone but he knew he had too, just for a moment.

“I love you.”

Smiling you ran your hand over your belly. “I love you too.”

•

Miguel did his best to return home as quickly as possible though his stomach dropped when he realized that the door was opened. Panic rushing through him, he started to frantically look around the house.

Blood, a small amount of blood including a note. Hand shaking he picked up the paper, eyes flashing red clenched his hands into fists. So they thought that they could take you?

His beloved, his soulmate?

They will not get away with this, he will kill every last one of them.

•

Groaning, you winced feeling a sticky substance on the back of your head. Reaching up you pulled your hand away spotting blood. “Of course…fuck where am I?” Your head was still spinning but from what you could see you were locked in some room.

Gritting your teeth you slowly sat up wrapping your arms protectively around your belly though your stomach dropped when it finally hit you, you were kidnapped.

Miguel, god you hoped he was alright, prayed nothing happened to him though your body tensed hearing screams.

Terrified screams, your heart was pounding as you slowly stepped away from the door. You did your best to stop yourself from shaking as the door flew off it’s hinges.

“Miguel.” His name was a whisper, it seemed like he barley recognized you. You could see blood on his claws, his fingers flexing, chest heaving as his eyes scanned the room until he locked eyes with you.

Your name falling off his lips as his eyes slowly returned to normal, as he took a few shaking steps towards you and soon you were on his arms. He did his best to cheek you over. A small growl escaping his lips seeing the blood. Placing your hand on his cheek you gave him a weak smile. “I’m okay.”

“You’re not…this is.” Shaking his head, Miguel fell to his knees as he wrapped his arms around your elastic drawing you in close. Tears fell down his cheeks as he hugged you close. “I’m sorry…this is all my fault you got hurt,you got hurt because of me.”

Shaking your head you let your fingers run thrift his hair to calm him. His tears soaking your shirt, you knew he would blame himself but you couldn’t blame him.

It was bound of happen, someone was blind to take you.

“Miguel…I’m alright…it was just a little bump.I’m okay now….let’s go home…..you can give me that message okay.”

Chuckling weakly, Miguel blinked away his tear as he slowly stood up. Placing a kiss to your temple he then held you tightly against his chest, hugging you protectively. “Keep your eyes closed until we’re out of here.”

He didn’t want you to see the bodies, he did not want to traumatize you any further.

“Promise me you won’t look?”

Cupping his cheek, you let your thumb glide across his cheek. “I promise.”

Nodding his head he lifted you up as you pressed your face in his neck, keeping your promise you kept his eyes close as Miguel stepped away from the scattered remains of the men that took you.

With you safely in his arms he kept his head high, nothing will keep you from him and with a child on the way.

That was another one he will protect at all cost.

[pin-k-ink]

IN THE ABSENCE OF A HEART ⋆✦⋆ ulquiorra schiffer

synopsis ➸ kidnapped as aizen's backup plan, you’re left with only hours before his scheme reduces you to an empty shell. ulquiorra, who’s visited you more than he should, finally admits you’ve been on his mind. when he asks how you’d like to spend your last moments, you make a request neither of you expected.

tags ➸ angst, bittersweet ending, mutual pining, mentions of violènce and deàth, soft sèx (as soft as i can make it for someone like him), mild body worship, unprotected séx, nìpple play, fingéring, beggìng, dírty tàlking, manhàndling, bitíng

wc ➸ 7.3k

The heavy clang of the cell door opening instantly put you on alert. You lifted your gaze from the small book you'd been reading, only to find Ulquiorra's pale form filling the entryway as usual.

"Don't you knock?" You asked dryly, not bothering to rise from your seated position on the cot.

Ulquiorra simply stared at you for a moment before stepping inside, the door grinding shut behind him with a clang of finality. There was no pretense of rounds or duties to mask his presence here today - he'd come for you alone, and you both knew it.

"My apologies," he said at last in that toneless baritone of his. "I didn't realize simple curtesies were a priority for you anymore."

You scoffed lightly at the obvious dig, shaking your head. "Nothing's a priority for me these days, Espada. Figured you'd have worked that out by now."

Ulquiorra didn't respond right away, just stood there studying you with that piercing green stare of his. You refused to squirm under the scrutiny, meeting his gaze steadily.

An odd tension hung in the air - different from the usual verbal sparring you two engaged in. Like Ulquiorra had sought you out for reasons beyond trying to philosophically dissect you this time.

"You seem...off today," you commented after the weighted silence stretched on. "Everything okay in your sterile palace of nihilism, or what?"

A muscle ticked almost imperceptibly in Ulquiorra's jaw at your words. That ever-present curiosity flickered behind his eyes, though whether about your observation or simply studying you remained unclear.

"I wouldn't say 'off' is the right descriptor," he said carefully after a moment. "Perhaps...preoccupied with certain lingering questions as of late."

Your brow arched slightly. Well, that was unusually candid for the normally taciturn Espada. "Oh yeah? Don't tell me the great Ulquiorra Schiffer's been losing sleep pondering the secrets of the universe or whatever."

Ulquiorra's eyes narrowed fractionally in what might have been annoyance - or maybe you were just projecting. "Not the universe's secrets, no. But there's a strange issue that has come up recently, one I've had trouble fully understanding or categorizing."

Despite his formal speech patterns, you could detect the tiniest hints of almost human uncertainty lacing his words. It was enough to spike your interest past the usual deflections and sarcasm.

"An issue, huh?" You echoed, studying him thoughtfully. "That why you've been haunting my doorstep more often lately? Come to inspect your glorified specimen up close again?"

A tense beat of silence passed between you. Then, meeting your stare directly, Ulquiorra replied in an uncharacteristically flat tone.

"...Partially."

The word hung in the air like a lead weight dropping between you. For some reason, you couldn't seem to find any snark or sarcasm to lob back at him - just felt the hairs prickling along your nape as an odd sort of tension swirled in your chest.

Ulquiorra seemed to pick up on the shift in energy as well because he took a few measured steps closer until he loomed above you on the cot, stare smoldering intensely.

"Tell me, woman..." he murmured in that low, husky rasp of his that you'd never admit made you shiver. "When you're unexpectedly drawn to focus on something new in your quiet moments... what drives someone like you to keep looking into it so persistently?"

You swallowed thickly, having to tilt your head back slightly to maintain eye contact with how close he'd come to tower over you. Up this close, you could make out every chiseled ridge of Ulquiorra's features - the pale sweep of his cheekbones and aristocratic jawline, the gemstone intensity of his eyes framed by those shocking dark lashes.

"I don't know," you admitted at last, forcing the words past your dry throat honestly for once. "I guess...I can't really help being drawn to things that unsettle me. Make me question my perceptions and ask for new perspectives, even about shit I swore up and down I had figured out ages ago."

Ulquiorra held your stare for several beats, eyes flickering between yours as if deciphering some hidden meaning. Then, slowly, he reached out and traced the calloused pad of his thumb over your bottom lip. The contact lasted barely a heartbeat, but everywhere his skin brushed yours felt seared with electricity.

"I see..." was all he murmured, emerald irises glittering with unspoken implications that simultaneously thrilled and terrified you deep down. "Then perhaps we are not as different as I thought after all...you and I."

The sudden shift in energy between you was palpable, electrifying the air until each shallow inhale made your lungs ache. Instinctively, you found yourself leaning ever so infinitesimally into Ulquiorra's looming presence until you could feel the faint chill radiating off his pale form.

"What are you saying?" you rasped out in a whisper, too scared to break this spellbound tension that had settled over you both.

Ulquiorra didn't respond at first, only held your trembling stare with a palpable intensity you'd never witnessed from him before. Then, in a voice barely above a rumbling murmur, he uttered the last words you ever expected to hear from a being like him.

"I believe I may have become...distracted from my purpose here lately. In ways I've found...unsettling."

His pale features were utterly impassive as always. And yet his cryptic words, coupled with the subtle smolder of his half-lidded stare, embedded an implication you couldn't ignore. One that spoke of boundaries blurring and lines being crossed, whether he truly intended them or not.

The tension stretched on in that small cell, saturating the air with a weight you could practically taste on your tongue. Part of you desperately wanted to break the moment, to deflect with a sarcastic quip or sardonic remark as usual. But something deeper compelled you to hold Ulquiorra's gaze, to let the precarious energy swirling between you both intensify and take shape without interruption.

"What exactly have you grown...distracted from, Ulquiorra?" You heard yourself ask, proud of how steady your voice emerged despite the thundering of your pulse.

The Espada held you pinned beneath that searingly emerald stare a moment longer before slowly withdrawing a few paces, as if needing to put space between your bodies to regain his mental footing. You tried not to dwell on the fleeting sense of loss that attempted to curl in your gut at the expanded distance.

"My purpose," he replied evenly, though you detected the faintest undercurrent of...something roiling beneath that toneless delivery. Almost like an edge of uncertainty he refused to give voice to just yet. "My role as Lord Aizen's most resolute servant and extension of his dominion over this realm."

You arched a brow slightly, studying Ulquiorra as he seemed to gather his thoughts with precise, careful movements - like a sculptor chiseling words from unforgiving stone.

"I understand that ignoring personal matters and focusing only on my duties should be... a fairly simple task for someone like me," he continued in that deep baritone that somehow made each syllable caress over your nerves like velvet. "And yet you, woman, have become a...complication I cannot so easily dismiss or ignore any longer."

The weight of his words settled over you anew, their full meaning seeming to resonate through your very marrow with bone-deep comprehension. You suddenly felt laid bare beneath Ulquiorra's piercing regard, as if he could somehow intuit every stray thought or guilty indulgence you'd grappled with concerning him these past weeks.

More than that, you realized he felt similarly exposed for likely the first time in his existence - grappling with some unnamed current sweeping him towards uncharted waters despite his usual implacable self-discipline.

"You've somehow become a distraction in ways I can't fully understand or explain," Ulquiorra admitted stiffly, as if the words tasted bitter on his tongue. "Your disregard for self-preservation, this dark nihilism you wrap yourself in... it’s something that, by all logic, should have become bleak to me by now. But instead, the opposite has happened."

He fixed you with that vivid stare once more with clear challenge burning behind each syllable, as if daring you to deny what existed here between you - this precarious precipice you both now teetered upon.

"Do you understand what I'm confessing here, woman?" His voice dropped to a husky rasp that curled delicious tendrils of warmth through your core. "That you've managed to...settle beneath my surface in ways no other could, despite your seeming inferiority?"

You held Ulquiorra's burning stare unflinchingly, feeling the weight of his unspoken confession reverberate through every fiber of your being. Part of you wanted to deflect, to retreat back behind your usual armor of sarcasm and indifference. But another part - one you didn't fully understand - yearned to let this charged tension build unchecked.

"I understand," you repeated, relishing the way his piercing gaze seemed to bore straight through you at the simple affirmation.

Rather than responding directly, Ulquiorra studied you in that unblinking, eerily intense way of his. You could practically see the thoughts churning behind those vivid emerald irises as he parsed your acknowledgement.

Feeling uncharacteristically emboldened, you allowed the faintest hint of a smirk to curve your lips. "What, no snarky quip about how your superior Espada mind shouldn't be so easily...distracted?"

Something flickered in Ulquiorra's eyes at your teasing lilt. You didn't miss the almost imperceptible clench of his jaw - the only visible crack in his impeccable mask of composure. Holding his heated stare, you slowly dragged the tip of your tongue along your lower lip, watching him closely for any reaction.

The slightest dilation of his pupils was your only reward, but it still felt like a victory against the Espada's legendary aloofness. Ulquiorra held himself rigidly, almost as if bracing against the sultry undercurrents now simmering in the scant space between your bodies.

"I am not so prideful as to pretend indifference where it no longer applies," he said at last, voice gone husky in a way that raised delicious prickles along your nape. "Acknowledging unconventional...circumstances does not inherently make one weak."

You hummed softly in response, fighting a shiver as Ulquiorra's hypnotic gaze traced the delicate curve of your throat in an unhurried caress. The air between you seemed to thicken with heated tension and unspoken yearning the longer the weighted silence stretched.

Finally, Ulquiorra spoke again, each word seeming to caress your attentive senses. "Tell me, woman...what is it you find most meaningful in your existence? Surely some sliver of importance remains, despite your alleged emotional hollowness."

You blinked at the audacious query, momentarily thrown. In all your antagonistic interactions with Ulquiorra, you'd never expected such a...personal line of questioning. But as you studied the intensity burning behind those emerald depths, you realized he wasn't making an academic inquiry. This was about understanding the scope of whatever disruptive presence you'd become in his stillness.

Moistening your lips, you felt your heart stutter at the heated promise smoldering in Ulquiorra's stare as he tracked the movement. "I suppose...if I'm being honest..." you began huskily. "The one thing I've always craved experiencing - truly experiencing - despite my indifference, is the intimacy of making love."

The words hung heavy and provocative between you. You watched Ulquiorra's throat work in a suppressed swallow, the movement drawing your eye to the stark line of his jugular. You found yourself wondering how it would feel to press your lips there, to taste the heated thrum of his pulse against your tongue as he finally shattered that legendary restraint.

"I've never been given that privilege," you admitted throatily. "To share myself so completely with another soul..."

Ulquiorra seemed to lean fractionally closer at your heated confession, the arm resting at his side flexing with subtle tension. When he spoke, you felt the delicious vibration of each word brushing against your hypersensitive skin.

"I see..." His gaze seemed to scorch a molten path over your features, lingering at your parted lips with a weight that made your breath stall. "You are...disappointingly single-minded in your pursuits, it would seem."

Before you could so much as bristle at the insult, Ulquiorra continued in that same dark, velvety rasp that sparked liquid fire in your veins.

"Because after the...indignities you are fated to endure in Lord Aizen's service tomorrow, there will be precious little of your meaningless existence remaining intact or coherent enough to appreciate such fleeting trivialities."

You stared at him for a long moment as his words washed over you in chilling comprehension. So that was it - you were to be sacrificed, reshaped into some new instrument for Aizen's ambitions. Your life snuffed out in favor of whatever soulless abomination resulted.

"Decide how you want to spend your last hours," Ulquiorra said flatly as he made for the door of your cell. "That's my advice."

The words hung heavy in the air, an inescapable reminder of your impending fate as Aizen's pawn. You watched Ulquiorra's retreating back, panic and desperation warring within you. Before you could overthink it, the words tumbled out in a breathless rush.

"Ulquiorra...fuck me."

He froze with his hand on the door latch, back still turned to you. The silence stretched unbearably until finally he half-turned, emerald gaze slicing into you with unexpected heat. You held that scorching stare shamelessly, refusing to look away or temper the hunger blazing in your own eyes.

Ulquiorra's lips parted as if to rebuke you, but no sound emerged. Instead, his tongue swept across his lower lip in a subtle movement that somehow made arousal lance liquid hot through your veins. Boldly, deliberately, you let your eyes track the motion with naked yearning.

A muscle ticked in Ulquiorra's jaw as his nostrils flared almost imperceptibly - scenting the first tendrils of your arousal, no doubt. When he finally spoke, his voice was pitched lower and rougher than you'd ever heard it.

"You'd waste your final hours engaged in such...base indulgences?" Each word seemed to caress over your sensitized nerves like a physical touch. "I confess, your priorities are...curious, woman."

The way that last word dripped from his tongue stoked the smoldering embers in your core into an inferno. You let out a shaky exhale, palms suddenly damp with arousal as you watched Ulquiorra's every measured movement through a lust-drunk haze. He took one step towards you, then another, until he towered over you like a sleek panther about to pounce.

"What's it going to be then?" you rasped out tauntingly, nerves thrumming like live wires at having his undivided, ravenous focus. "You going to quit being a pussy and take what we both clearly want, Espada?"

A harsh exhalation gusted across your parted lips at the brazen challenge. Ulquiorra's gaze darkened until his eyes looked almost black - pupils blown wide with undisguised hunger. Without uttering another word, he bent with shocking swiftness until he could hook one arm beneath your knees and scoop you clean off the narrow cot.

A startled gasp tore free as you suddenly found yourself cradled against Ulquiorra's sinuously powerful chest. The hard planes of his body radiated delicious heat against your smaller frame as he easily shifted your weight until his other arm could brace behind your shoulders, essentially pinning you captive.

"If it's cheap thrills you seek in your final hour," he rumbled silkily, jade eyes smoldering down at you with blistering intensity. "Then who am I to deny a condemned woman's last wish?"

Any snarky retort shriveled on your tongue as Ulquiorra bent his dark head until his lips hovered a hairsbreadth from yours. You could taste the scorching whisper of his exhalations fanning hotly across your tingling mouth as his gaze dipped openly to your parted lips. Anticipation sparked liquid fire through your veins at the exquisite promise of what was to come.

"Just be certain you're prepared," Ulquiorra rumbled, his deep voice stripped of its usual formal cadence. He drank in your breathless form cradled against him with ravenous hunger. "To handle every ounce of savagery I've been...suppressing around you, woman."

You instinctively arched closer at the primal yearning scorching through his words, silently offering yourself to the storm of pent-up need you could sense brimming just beneath Ulquiorra's restraint. There was a new weight to his piercing stare now - banked embers of possession and barely leashed dominance burning hotly as he seemed to commit every curve and soft line of you to reverent memory.

Almost absently, one of Ulquiorra's large hands drifted up the velvet warmth of your inner thigh, calluses blazing delicious friction along the sensitive skin in his wake. You shuddered against the brand of his touch, parting your legs shamelessly in a silent plea for more.

"You tempt forces you cannot begin to comprehend," he murmured, deep timbre rougher still with undisguised longing. Rather than recoiling, his hand continued upwards until he was boldly cupping the drenched heat at your core.

You couldn't bite back the punched-out keen of pleasure at the first exploratory stroke of his fingers along your slick folds. Ulquiorra watched you shudder and whimper beneath his idle ministrations with eyes gone dark as obsidian. The air thickened with the heady musk of your arousal surrounding you both until each shallow inhale felt like drowning in the richest sin.

"So warm...so soft and pliant," Ulquiorra husked out in reverent approval as another fingertip found your entrance and circled in maddening suggestion. "This is what you've been aching for all along, isn't it, woman? To be spread out and thoroughly sampled by my touch, my mouth..."

On the last sibilant word, he bent with shocking suddenness to latch his lips against the thundering pulse at your throat. You cried out sharply as his teeth grazed your sensitized flesh just shy of breaking the skin. The tantalizing blend of pain and pleasure made you writhe instinctively against Ulquiorra's restraining hold - unsure whether to flee or grind down harder against that torturous questing touch between your thighs.

"Ulquiorra..." you managed to whimper his name brokenly as his tongue seared a scorching path along the tendon straining in your throat. Your fingers threaded shakily through his dark hair, nails scraping encouragingly against his marble-carved scalp. "Please, I need..."

The words dissolved into a tremulous moan as Ulquiorra bit down harder, the delicious sting sending molten lava crashing through your veins. He wasted no time in lapping away the tiny burst of metallic warmth that welled to the abused surface of your skin with obscene relish.

"What do you need, woman?" he husked against the damp hollow of your neck, free hand continuing to stroke and torment your aching sex with tantalizing indolence. "Tell me exactly how you wish to be...savored."

The guttural command and dark endearment sent a dizzying spiral of arousal crashing through you. You canted your hips in desperate silent supplication, the last vestiges of propriety left scattered amidst your mutual ruination as you surrendered utterly to Ulquiorra's thorough possession.

"I need you inside me," you rasped out throatily, gazing up at him through a lust-addled haze of reverence and molten desire. Each syllable seemed to tremble with the depth of your cravings and yearning for this immolating connection at long last. "Need to feel you buried deep, making me yours, Ulquiorra..."

His full body shudder at your entreaty seemed to detonate outward in a visible ripple of tension coiling through every carved ridge and sinew. Ulquiorra's eyes were blown wide with undisguised rapture as they traveled your flushed features adoringly.

"So sweet when you beg for me," he rasped, jade irises fractured with banked savagery simmering nearer to the surface with each shuddering inhale. "Very well...you shall have your depraved wish, my perfect little woman."

With that low, growled promise searing through your tingling nerves, Ulquiorra shifted you both into a tighter embrace, powerful arms banding around you in an inescapable cage of possession. Then he sealed his mouth over yours once more in a searing, filthy collision of teeth and ravenous quests that sent lightning shearing straight through to your molten core.

You clung to him, fingers curling reflexively against his powerful chest as he ravaged you with an intensity that stole the very breath from your lungs. Ulquiorra kissed like he did everything else: ruthlessly efficient, calculated and with singular focus until you were gasping and trembling beneath him.

He devoured you like a man starved for ages, nipping and sucking at your lips until they were swollen and tingling. You moaned wantonly as his tongue slid into the moist cavern of your mouth, tasting and stroking along the velvet heat of your own. The delicious friction set fire to every nerve ending until you were writhing in his arms, desperate for more.

All the while, his free hand continued its unhurried torment between your thighs. Two thick fingers traced the slick seam of your sex, teasing and exploring with infuriating leisure. You could feel the heat of his palm branding the delicate curve of your pelvis as those wicked digits slid effortlessly between your folds and sank inside the molten sheath of your aching core.

"How expected," Ulquiorra murmured darkly against the shell of your ear as he pumped his fingers slowly, curling them in a maddening stroke that had your breath stuttering in your lungs. "I suspected you'd be tight and pliant for me...but this..."

He punctuated the words with a sharp twist and a third finger sinking past the fluttering muscles clenching greedily around him. A raw, strangled moan fell from your lips as his thumb ground against your swollen clit in time with the shallow thrusts stretching your inner walls.

"Fuck," you whimpered, unable to formulate a more eloquent response with each exquisite caress stoking the embers in your core until they burned white-hot. The pleasure-pain of being so thoroughly filled, coupled with the heady musk of sweat and arousal saturating the air was overwhelming.

Ulquiorra drank in your reactions with unblinking hunger. His eyes gleamed with dark, predatory satisfaction at each helpless sound of pleasure spilling from your lips. You couldn't look away even if you'd wanted to, not with his fingers pistoning relentlessly between your thighs and his gaze branding you from the inside out.

"This is how I prefer you," he husked out roughly. "Splayed out and begging for me, woman. So sweet and docile, letting me do whatever I want..."

You arched off the narrow cot as his fingers crooked inside you at just the right angle to make stars explode behind your eyes. "Yesss, please, Ulquiorra, more..."

The words had barely left your lips before Ulquiorra was ripping away the flimsy material of your top and baring your naked flesh to his ravenous stare. You shivered at the chill that rushed over your fevered skin, but any complaints evaporated as he dipped his head and fastened his lips around one pert nipple.

The hot, wet suction of his mouth on such sensitive skin had you keening his name in broken cries. Your hands threaded restlessly through his raven locks, alternately tugging and stroking through the soft strands as he worshipped each pebbled peak with an enthusiasm that stole the breath from your lungs.

"That's it," he growled, releasing one breast with an obscene pop. A single thread of saliva connected his lips to the glistening tip, making a shiver of raw need race through you. His free hand cupped the other breast, callused thumb tracing teasing circles around the engorged nub until your thighs were shaking uncontrollably.

"Beg for me again, woman. Tell me exactly how much you crave the feel of me deep inside you," Ulquiorra rasped, his words vibrating against the tender swell of your breast as he bent his head and captured the stiff peak between his teeth.

"Fuck, Ulquiorra, please," you gasped, back arching helplessly as his teeth clamped down almost to the point of pain, tongue laving against the sensitive tip. "I need you so bad, please, I can't take it anymore..."

"Mmm, as delightful as your pleas are, woman, you'll have to do better than that." Ulquiorra's voice was dark and smoky with desire as his eyes blazed up the length of your shuddering body. "You're going to have to convince me that I should reward you by allowing you the privilege of being filled by my cock."

The filthy words were a direct stroke to the molten ache between your thighs. You couldn't resist canting your hips shamelessly, the pressure building within you too much to bear. You were so close, each delicious thrust of his fingers inside you coaxing you towards the precipice.

"Ulquiorra," you panted, desperate and unhinged as his thumb ground punishing circles over your swollen clit. "God, please, I'll be so good for you, I swear, just let me have it...let me come on your cock, please, fuck..."

A feral, inhuman growl tore free of his chest at the last plea. Without warning, his fingers slipped free, leaving your sex clenching around empty air. You whimpered at the sudden loss, the need burning through you like a wildfire, impossible to smother.

"You want me, woman?" he husked, emerald eyes fracturing with primal desire. The evidence of his arousal strained against the confines of his uniform, a damp patch forming where the thick length had soaked through. "Then get on your hands and knees."

Ulquiorra didn’t wait for a response. Before the order had even registered, you felt his hands grasping the supple globes of your ass and you immediately clung to his neck in panic.

"W-Wait, can we stay like this instead? I want to see you," you pleaded, eyes imploring him to understand the significance of the request.

Ulquiorra blinked as if taken aback. His grip relaxed minutely, the hard planes of his expression softening imperceptibly. Then his fingers tightened, the calluses blazing delicious friction along the backs of your thighs.

"Very well," he acquiesced, a subtle glint in his gaze that you couldn't quite decipher. "But first..."

In a flicker of movement, Ulquiorra grasped your hips and spun you both around until your back was flush with the cool, sterile sheets and his lean, powerful form hovered over you. You gazed up at him, breath caught in your throat at the intensity etched into his angular features.

"Like this," he growled, one of his hands reaching out to trace the curve of your cheek, almost reverently. You leaned into the touch, eyes closing as a small sigh slipped past your lips. "I want to see your face when I claim you, woman."

The words sent a bolt of heat straight through to the molten core pulsing between your thighs. You could only nod mutely as you watched him strip away his uniform in quick, efficient movements. There were no shy glances or awkward fumbling as his clothing dropped to the floor. You drank in every inch of revealed skin, unable to hide your open appreciation for the sight before you.

Ulquiorra stood unabashed and bare in the clinical glow of the overhead lights, sculpted lines and pale flesh on display. Each lean sinew and rippling muscle was sculpted to lethal perfection, honed by years of relentless training and battle. Even the stark number emblazoned on his chest failed to mar the picture he presented, and instead added a strange, savage edge that made the blood in your veins surge like wildfire.

His gaze never wavered as his hands found the waistband of your skirt and panties. There was a brief pause, a question in his eyes that you answered without hesitation, hips lifting to assist his efforts.

In an instant, you were bared and exposed to his ravenous stare. The cool air rushed across the heat of your sex, a delicious contrast to the liquid warmth pooling there. You could feel your face burning at the intensity of his regard, the raw need reflected in those dark eyes as they traced every inch of you.

"Perfection," Ulquiorra muttered, almost to himself, as his hands came up to cup the full curves of your breasts. He massaged and kneaded the soft, pliant flesh, rolling the tips between his fingers until your thighs were squirming reflexively beneath him.

You couldn't stop the tremulous moan from slipping past your lips as he lowered his head and captured a stiff peak between his lips, swirling his tongue in a way that had your back arching off the bed. Each pull of his mouth, every scrape of his teeth was a direct stroke to the pulsing ache between your legs, and the knowledge that his cock was only a few scant inches away had you bucking mindlessly.

Ulquiorra didn't chastise or reprimand you, his touch instead growing more demanding, fingers pinching and tugging until you were writhing and breathless. The wet heat of his mouth switched sides, lavishing equal attention on the other breast while his hand drifted lower.

He was still propped up above you, but you couldn't find the words to complain. Not with his mouth sucking hard enough to bruise the sensitive skin between your breasts and his fingers tracing the crease of your thigh with deliberate intent.

"Please, Ulquiorra," you begged, the ache too intense to bear. Your hips canted upwards, the movement involuntary as the throbbing between your legs grew impossible to ignore. "Please, fuck me, I can't take it anymore, I need-"

"I know what you need," Ulquiorra cut in, dark promise dripping from his low, rough timbre. He shifted his weight, powerful thighs settling on either side of your own. You could feel the brush of the coarse hair trailing from his navel against the damp heat of your belly, and the realization that his cock was just inches away was maddening.

"And you shall have it, woman."

The words had barely left his lips when you felt the broad, silken head of his shaft sliding along the drenched seam of your sex. A low, guttural sound fell from his lips at the contact. Your heart stuttered in your chest as you gazed up at his face, slack and rapturous.

The sight of him - all hard, chiseled angles and fierce, primal beauty, utterly lost to his desires and the feel of your bare flesh against his own - was an indescribable aphrodisiac. You couldn't suppress the needy whimpers from spilling past your lips as the blunt head of his cock caught against your aching clit, the friction sending bolts of lightning crackling through your veins.

"Yes," Ulquiorra growled, his eyes snapping open. They locked onto yours, the green irises swallowed up by dark pupils blown wide with unrestrained lust. His lips were parted, a faint sheen of perspiration gleaming across the planes of his brow. "Yes, let me hear you, woman. Need to hear you crying out my name as I bury my cock so deep, you'll never forget the feel of me..."

He punctuated the words with a harsh thrust of his hips. The head of his cock slipped into the slick opening of your cunt, stretching the fluttering muscles in a way that was almost painful. You gasped, thighs clenching instinctively around his waist.

Ulquiorra paused, jade eyes burning into your own. You could read the silent question in the taut, strained lines of his body, the subtle furrow between his brows.

"Don't stop," you whispered, one hand coming up to caress the sharp angle of his jaw. He turned his face into the touch, eyelashes fluttering in a gesture so tender and endearing it made your heart ache.

Then he was pushing forward, his cock sinking deeper, each inch stretching your inner walls. He braced one forearm beside your head, his other hand slipping beneath the small of your back and lifting your hips off the sheets.

The change in angle sent his cock deeper than you thought possible. Your mouth fell open, a sharp, ragged cry slipping past your lips. His answering groan rumbled through your fevered nerves as he rocked his hips forward and buried himself to the hilt.

The feel of his thick, pulsing shaft fully sheathed within the molten sheath of your pussy was overwhelming. You could feel the stretch and throb of him inside you, every ridge and vein a delicious torment that had your hips jerking erratically.

"Stay still," Ulquiorra commanded hoarsely, a low, dangerous rumble that seemed to reverberate through every cell of your body. "I can feel you clenching around me. You’re practically milking me already, greedy little woman. And I haven't even fucked you properly yet..."

A choked whimper was all you could manage. Your entire body was trembling, the pleasure-pain of being so filled almost too much to bear. It took every ounce of willpower to resist the urge to buck your hips, the need to feel him moving inside you, stroking and grinding in the deepest parts of you, almost maddening.

Ulquiorra held still for an agonizingly long moment. You could feel his eyes on you, taking in the flush that stained your skin, the way your lashes fluttered uncontrollably, the breathless little sounds slipping from your parted lips.

Then he moved, pulling out with a slow, languid stroke that made every nerve ending in your body light up like a livewire. You gasped, nails digging reflexively into the solid muscle of his shoulders. His answering growl vibrated through your flesh and straight down to the molten core clenching hungrily around him.

He began a steady, leisurely pace, the thick shaft of his cock driving into you with each deliberate thrust. You could hear the wet, filthy sounds of his length pumping in and out, each stroke hitting the hidden bundle of nerves that had your toes curling and your thighs shaking.

You moaned and writhed in his arms, lost in the sensation of his thick shaft gliding through the velvety heat of your cunt. You couldn't tear your eyes away from his face, his expression dark and ravenous as his gaze bored into your own. The feel of his powerful muscles flexing and contracting with every stroke, the intoxicating heat and scent of him, all-consuming and enveloping you until nothing else mattered, was driving you to the brink faster than you'd anticipated.

"I'm close," you whispered, barely recognizing the broken, breathless voice that fell from your lips. Your entire body was wound tight, each thrust and slide of his cock stoking the fire building between your thighs. "Fuck, Ulquiorra, I'm so close, please don't stop, don't..."

Ulquiorra's rhythm faltered, a sharp, ragged exhale ripping from his chest. His hand tightened around the back of your neck, thumb sweeping along the sweat-slick line of your jaw. "Look at me."

Your eyes snapped open - you didn't realize they'd fallen closed until that moment - and locked onto his gaze. The brilliant emerald hues were fractured, pupils blown wide and glassy. A sheen of sweat coated his skin, and a low, raspy moan slipped past his lips as he drove into you harder, faster, deeper, his thrusts growing almost frantic.

"Cum for me," Ulquiorra demanded, the words falling like a prayer against your parted lips. "I want to feel it, woman. Cum for me, and take me with you."

Your release hit you in a blinding wave. You cried out his name as the coil of tension in your belly snapped, pleasure exploding behind your eyelids in a white-hot blaze. Your nails raked across his broad, flexing shoulders, a litany of curses and pleas spilling from your lips as his hips pounded against yours, his cock driving the orgasm higher, deeper.

A low, inhuman growl tore through the air, the sound vibrating through your bones. You forced your eyes open in time to see Ulquiorra throw his head back, spine bowing and teeth bared as he spilled himself inside you. The muscles in his throat were taut, his expression twisted into something savage and beautiful and completely lost.

His cock twitched and jerked inside you, filling you with pulse after pulse of thick, molten heat. The sensation sent a shockwave through your system, drawing out your orgasm until you were both gasping for breath.

The next few moments were a haze of tangled limbs and sweat-dampened flesh. You lay utterly spent, body deliciously sore from Ulquiorra's relentless attentions. The room was thick with the lingering musk of your rapturous joining and harsh, panting breaths gradually evening out into sated stillness.

Ulquiorra's lean, muscular frame was draped over yours in the aftermath - his weight pinning you to the rumpled sheets in a brand of possession that somehow didn't feel confining. If anything, the solid press of his body against every inch of your sweat-slicked skin felt comfortingly grounding, centering you to this reality you'd scarcely believed possible mere hours ago.

With your eyes slipped shut in drowsy bliss, you could only perceive the world through touch and scent and sound. Ulquiorra's clean masculine musk mingled intoxicatingly with the rich aroma of your spent passion permeating the air. Each slow drag of his calloused palms mapping your contours in idle reverence sparked delicious tingles rippling outwards. And beneath it all, the rhythmic thrum of life you'd somehow grown accustomed to no longer registering until this very moment stretched taut between your tangled forms.

The first steady pulse of it against Ulquiorra's cheek was so soft and innocuous that he didn't fully process its significance. He simply nuzzled drowsily against the sweat-dampened swell of your breasts, nuzzling his nose into the fragrant dip where your heartbeat thrummed most audibly.

Each reverberation of that muffled cadence seemed to seep through Ulquiorra's very marrow as he inhaled your lingering sweetness and basked in the delirium of surrendering to primal impulses he'd never thought to indulge. It was so feather-soft, so subtly present within the lush temptation of your body that he may never have consciously noticed its incessant murmur at all.

Until it stuttered.

A barely-there flicker - just the slightest syncopated hiccup in that steady, reassuring rhythm lancing straight through his soul. Suddenly, Ulquiorra was hyper-attuned to every precious stutter and faltering thrum echoing from your core with visceral clarity. As if that tiny glitch was now amplified a thousandfold against the carved marble of his consciousness.

You didn't stir at all when Ulquiorra slowly raised his head, sheets pooling around his lean hips and disheveled hair to stare down at your slumbering features with raw vulnerability flickering in his vivid stare. Your expression was lax with satiation, chest rising and falling in shallow breaths that belied the steady metronome of vitality singing feebly beneath your sated tranquility.

In that suspended breath, watching the rhythmic flutter of those thick lashes brushing high on your flushed cheekbones, Ulquiorra was suddenly overcome by a revelation. One that detonated through his entire existence like a force more cataclysmic than any Gran Rey Cero.

Because in that fragile human existence that now threatened to sputter out far too soon, he had somehow found his entire purpose crystallized within your fleeting essence.

You were so much more than meaningless indulgence or mere temptation wreathed in pliant flesh, teasing him beyond reason. Somehow, over the countless silent vigils and battles raged against yielding to your gravity, you had awakened the one spark Ulquiorra believed had long since withered away into aridity - an ember blazing to incandescent life with each cherished pulse and sigh of your rapturous surrender against his craving touch.

He craved your smile, your voice, your rapturous cries in a way that scorched through every withered circuit of his fractured existence. You were all at once his weakness, his absolution, his ruination...and the single transcendent experience worth giving it all up for until the very end.

Ulquiorra's throat felt as sundered and raw as his heart as he opened his mouth, steeling himself to give voice to the fealty he knew you deserved beyond a single doubt or hesitation. But before the words could emerge past his parted lips, he caught sight of your still features gilded by the dying embers of their stolen intimacy - and felt the confession fracture apart on his tongue.

No, he mused with a small, wry quirk of his lips as he gingerly traced the arch of your eyebrow, the tender give of your swollen lips. You were already his in all the ways that mattered most and then some.

And soon, that coveted knowledge would be all that remained of Ulquiorra - a fading echo of rapture seared into whatever wisp of essence drifted on once you were torn cruelly from his grasping reach.

So instead of speaking the words that would only hang perishable between them, Ulquiorra bent to claim your slumbering mouth with all the devotion and reverent worship his actions alone could convey for now. Tomorrow was for Aizen's machinations and the fathomless, merciless dark that awaited. But tonight, in your cherished pulse, Ulquiorra had found everything he never dared dream of.

The battle was all but lost. Ulquiorra could taste the bitter tang of his own blood on his lips as he gazed up at the ever nocturnal sky impassively. His body felt like a shattered relic, barely clinging to its last feeble threads of existence.

As that fragile tether grew more tenuous with each rattling inhalation, the Espada found his thoughts oddly, viscerally fixated on you. He could still conjure the searing whisper of your naked form arched against his with perfect clarity amidst the hazy wreckage of his fading consciousness. Could still taste the rapturous cries that had spilled so freely from your parted lips in those shattering moments together - brief as they'd been.

In his solitary existence stretched across eons of endless yearning, Ulquiorra had never anticipated finding any scrap of respite or warmth. And yet, somehow, you'd managed to slip beneath his frigid defenses and ignite a molten conflagration he'd been ill-equipped to extinguish once sparked. He'd been a fool to ever think restraint or austerity could vanquish such a searing blaze once stoked to sacred life.

Now, in these twilight moments with his very essence starting to crumble apart, Ulquiorra finally understood the bitter truth at last. You had been the sole indulgence to ever shake that smoldering soul he'd always mocked the fragile concept of - the one deliriously blissful experience his hollow existence had been granted before the all-consuming emptiness claimed its victory.

And yet...the thought of you facing that same oblivion wrapped in silent finality made Ulquiorra's tattered spirit recoil with visceral denial. You deserved so much more than that - deserved to feel the warmth of vitality's vibrant heartbeat racing against your flushed skin over and over again until the concept of entropy itself shrivelled away.

Which was why he found himself weakly craning his ruined neck towards where the human boy loomed, fists clenched and jaw set with that same infuriatingly stubborn embers of resolve still flickering behind his scowl. Even laid low and fractured, Ulquiorra could sense that unyielding essence burning steadily within Kurosaki Ichigo.

"You..." The single rasping syllable seemed to drain what little vitality remained from Ulquiorra's disintegrating form. But even as his smoldering emerald irises began flickering to obsidian ash, he found the implacable will to proceed.

"She is being kept in the lowest levels of Las Noches." The Espada's voice was little more than a hollow rattle of faded memory at this point. "Take her from this place...keep her safe..."

His rapidly atomizing lips carved the faintest, wan smirk as he finally surrendered to that endless dark calling out for him at last. "Keep…my heart…safe..."

Ulquiorra's last shred of perceivable cognition caught the barest glimpse of stunned astonishment flickering across Ichigo's features as the Arrancar's meaning dawned. Then, with a final tremulous sigh that carried his very essence away, he blinked out of existence entirely - each molecule sublimating into ashen dust to scatter away on the spectral breezes.

Just before the last glimmers of his wakeful consciousness winked out irrevocably, Ulquiorra could have sworn he caught a fleeting whisper of your beloved scent amidst the bittersweet emptiness claiming him at last. Not a true regret per se, he realized in those final crystalline moments - but rather the closest any hollowed existence could ever come to yearning for just...one...more...cherished breath of rapture against your scorching, perfect ardor.

[thebunnednun]

Sweet dreams!~ Trafalgar D. Law x Wife! Reader (Modern Au)

Prompt: Hear me out, Law with a girlfriend who has Narcolepsy. Ya know, just like Ace who keeps sleeping randomly.

Dearest, @orange-milky

You ask, you shall receive! I made a few changes with it. I hope you don't mind.

Another request for Follower Fridays! If you have a fic request go ahead and send it to me to see it pop on Friday! 

Art was found here.

On with the show!!~

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Some quick college major headcanons: 

Monkey D. Luffy - Sports Science or Physical Education Roronoa Zoro - Martial Arts or Kinesiology Nami - Meteorology or Economics with a minor in Business Marketing 

Brook - Music or Performing Arts

Usopp - Engineering or Fine Arts Sanji - Culinary Arts

Tony Tony Chopper - Medicine or Veterinary Science Nico Robin - Archaeology or History Franky - Mechanical Engineering Jinbei- Marine Biologist or Environmental/Human rights activist

Trafalgar D. Water Law - Medicine

Bepo - Environmental Science or Zoology Shachi - Marine Biology

Penguin - Engineering or Naval Architecture

Ikkaku - Pharmacy or Chemistry

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You and Law didn’t meet in the most conventional way. 

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Law stood at the entrance of the bustling campus cafeteria, scanning the area for a place to grab a quick lunch. Amid the crowd, he noticed a girl passionately discussing a book with a group of friends. Her energy and enthusiasm were captivating, and for a moment, Law found himself intrigued.

As he watched, she suddenly stopped mid-sentence and began to sway. Her friends reached out, but before they could react, she collapsed onto a nearby bench, sound asleep. Law's curiosity piqued. He approached her friends, who seemed unfazed by the incident.

"Is she okay?" Law asked, his voice carrying a hint of concern.

One of her friends, a short-ish guy with fluffy black hair, turned to him and smiled. "Yeah, she's fine. She has narcolepsy. It happens sometimes." He tried to swipe her pizza before a tangerine haired girl slapped his hand away. 

Law nodded, filing away this new information. He glanced back at the girl, now peacefully napping, and felt a strange pull to learn more about her.

—--------

A few days later, Law found himself in the library, buried in research. He noticed the same girl from the cafeteria asleep at a nearby table, a stack of books around her. He approached quietly, debating whether to wake her.

Just then, her eyes fluttered open. She looked up at him, slightly disoriented, but quickly recovered. 

“The fuck-”

"Hi, I'm sorry I startled you."

You reached for your purse as he placed an unopened gatorade on the table and motioned to the chair across from you. Remembering him from your biology class, you nodded and decided to let him sit, hand still on your pink stun gun. 

"Law," he introduced himself, taking a seat across from you. "I saw you pass out in the cafeteria the other day."

You chuckled softly. "Yeah, that happens a lot. It's part of having narcolepsy."

Law nodded, his curiosity deepening. "Must be challenging."

"It can be," you admitted. "But you learn to manage. And my friends help out a lot!"

“I hope you don’t mind. I didn’t feel comfortable seeing you alone and asleep.” 

'Awe, okay maybe he’s a gentleman.'

You smiled, a mischievous glint in your eye. "Well, at least if I get kidnapped, I'll be well-rested for the ransom negotiations."

Law took a sip of his coffee and immediately choked, nearly spraying it everywhere. He coughed, trying to regain his composure. "Okay, that's... that's one way to look at it," he said, laughing and wiping his mouth. "I guess I'll have to stick around to make sure they demand top dollar for you."

You giggled before hushing yourself when you saw the librarian round the corner. “So sweet to drive up the asking price." You saw a genuine smile flick across Law’s lips and decided to let him stick around. 

As they continued to talk, Law found himself drawn to your resilience and positive outlook. You had an infectious zest for life that Law couldn't ignore. So, over the next few weeks, you and Law grew closer. 

Turns out you had the same major and classes!

He made it a point to learn more about narcolepsy, wanting to support you as best as he could. You spent time studying together, going to coffee shops, and exploring the campus.

—----------

Park Bench:

One afternoon, Law was walking through the campus park when he noticed a familiar figure sprawled on a bench. He chuckled, recognizing you immediately. You had a book resting on your chest, your peaceful expression illuminated by the dappled sunlight.

"Dreamer," he called softly, sitting beside you. He gently removed the book and adjusted your position to make you more comfortable.

Just then, Luffy and his friends passed by, noticing the scene. Luffy grinned, giving Law a thumbs up. "Taking good care of [Name], Law?"

Law rolled his eyes but couldn't hide his smile. "Yeah, Luffy. Always."

Eating:

During lunch, you and Law sat with a group of his friends. Mid-conversation, you suddenly slumped forward, asleep on the table. Law sighed, used to the sight, and gently lifted your head, placing a folded jacket under it as a makeshift pillow.

Penguin and Shachi, who were sitting across from you, exchanged amused glances. "Hands full?" Penguin questioned with a chuckle.

Law smirked. "You have no idea."

Drive-Through:

One evening, Law decided to take you out for a quick dinner. As he pulled up to the drive-through, he started to place the order when he felt a small weight hit his shoulder. Glancing over, he saw you had fallen asleep, your head resting against him. 

He sighed but smiled fondly. "Yeah, can I get two cheeseburgers, one with extra pickles, and a large fries with an apple pie?" he said, already knowing your order by heart.

TA’ing a Classroom:

During one of your lectures, Law received an urgent text from Professor Garp. He hurried to the classroom, finding you asleep at your desk. Your student’s were giggling quietly, but Law's concern was evident.

"Dreamer," he whispered, gently shaking you awake. "Time to go."

You blinked up at him, embarrassed. "Sorry, Law."

"It's okay," he said softly, helping you gather your things. "Let's get you somewhere comfortable."

He picked you up like a small teddy bear and shuffled you out of the door. You gazed up at him, your eyes soft and affectionate. "I must really trust you if I keep falling asleep around you," you said, your voice barely above a whisper before sleep pulled you back under. 

Coffee Shop:

You and Law were enjoying a quiet afternoon in your favorite coffee shop. As he was engrossed in a medical journal, he suddenly felt your head against his shoulder. You had fallen asleep, your coffee cup still half-full.

The barista, Sanji, who knew you both well, smiled and whispered to Law, "She’s out again, huh?"

Law nodded, carefully shifting you into his lap. "Yeah, she is." 

Later that evening, while watching a movie in Law's apartment, you fell asleep with your head on his shoulder. Law softly adjusted your position, making sure you were comfortable. He watched you sleep, admiring the lovely girl he hadn't expected to drop into his life.

The next day, You woke up in Law's room, covered with a blanket. ‘He must’ve taken the couch.’ You smiled, feeling a warmth in your chest. The first rays of morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the room. Law knocked before walking in, holding a cup of coffee. His hair was slightly tousled, and his eyes softened as he saw you awake.

"Morning," he said, handing you a warm mug. The steam rose gently, carrying the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee. You sat up fully and pushed yourself against the headboard, your fingers brushing against his as he steadied the mug.

"Thanks," you said, taking a sip. The warmth spread through you, both from the coffee and the gesture. "You didn't have to do that."

"I wanted to," Law said simply, his voice low and sincere. "I care about you."

Your eyes softened as you looked at him, a gentle smile spreading across your face. "I care about you too, Law. Thanks for understanding."

Law smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. 

"Get used to it. I'm not going anywhere."

—-

It had been a few months and you were now dating. One day, during a particularly stressful exam period, you expressed your frustration. "I feel like such a burden sometimes."

Law looked at you, his eyes serious. "You're not a burden, [Name]. You're important to me. Your condition doesn't change that." He abandoned his book and moved closer, cupping your face in his hands. His touch was gentle yet firm, grounding you. 

Law's gaze softened as he rested his forehead against yours. "You're strong, and you're doing your best. We'll get through this together," he murmured, his thumbs gently stroking your cheeks. Law leaned in and placed several soft kisses along the apples of your cheeks, each one filled with reassurance and love.

The heat rose up in your chest and flood through you. "Thank you, Law,” you whispered, your voice trembling slightly. Instead of speaking more, you reached up and gently squeezed Law's hands, your eyes meeting his with a look that conveyed everything you couldn't put into words.

You closed your eyes, feeling the tension slowly melt away. In that moment, the stress of exams and the challenges of your condition seemed more manageable with Law by your side. As you both held each other close, the room filled with a comforting silence, punctuated only by the soft sounds of your breathing.

—------------------------ Moving in together!

Dating Law had always been an adventure. From the intense late-night study sessions to the countless study dates where you'd find each other engrossed in medical journals, dedication was something you both admired deeply. But it wasn’t long before you noticed the dark circles under his eyes, the way his movements grew sluggish as the night wore on, and how he often seemed distant, lost in his thoughts.

One particularly late evening, you found him in his apartment, staring at the ceiling, his eyes wide open despite the exhaustion etched into his features. It was then you realized: Law had insomnia. He never mentioned it, brushing off your concerns with a quick smile and a change of subject, but the signs were undeniable. 

That little fucker!

"Law," you said softly, sitting beside him on the bed. "How long have you been dealing with this?"

He sighed, turning to face you. "A while," he admitted. "It's just part of who I am."

You frowned, brushing a hand through his hair. "But it doesn't have to be. You help me so I’m gonna help you. We can figure this out together."

It was that moment that solidified your decision to move in together. If you were going to help each other through medical school and residency, you needed to be there for one another, especially during the tough times.

Moving in together was a significant step, but it felt natural. You found comfort in the rhythm of shared routines and small domestic rituals. Mornings began with sleepy kisses and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, while evenings often ended with both of you sprawled on the couch, medical textbooks spread around, discussing cases and treatments.

Helping Law with his insomnia became part of your routine the way he helped you with your narcolepsy was part of his. You started by creating a calming nighttime environment: dim lights, soft music, and sometimes even a warm bath. But it was the nights when you held him close, your fingers running through his hair, whispering soothing words, that made the most difference.

On nights when sleep seemed to be closing in on you, you’d tackle his big goofy ass into the bed and koala him, creating a cocoon of warmth and safety. "Just breathe," you'd murmur, your voice a gentle anchor in the dark. "I've got you."

He’d relax against you, the tension slowly easing from his body as your fingers traced soothing patterns on his scalp. Sometimes, you’d hum softly, a melody you both loved, letting the music lull him into a sense of peace.

There were still nights when he'd find you asleep first, your body sprawled in the most inconvenient places — fully on top of the kitchen table, upside down on the couch, curled up in the tub (scared the literal shit outta him) or even mid-sentence on your shared bed. He'd just chuckle softly, scooping you up and carrying you to bed, placing a soft kiss on your forehead before tucking you in. 

Living together was pretty lit. You learned to navigate each other’s quirks and habits, finding joy in the little things. Your bodies weird sleep patterns weren't a burden but more of a shared challenge, one you faced together. And through it all, the love between you grew stronger, built on a foundation of mutual support and understanding.

Despite the long hours and the relentless demands of your budding medical careers, you found peace in each other’s presence. The moments of rest, however fleeting, were treasured. In the quiet hours of the night, with Law’s head resting on your chest, you’d find yourself smiling, knowing that no matter how tough things got, you’d always have each other to come home to.

Your shared friends played a vital role in this journey as well. They rallied around you and Law, each offering their unique brand of support. Luffy, with his infectious energy, would drag Law into spontaneous campus adventures, exhausting him just enough to help him sleep better. There was a time when Luffy insisted on a late-night beach bonfire, where the sound of the waves and the warmth of the fire finally lulled Law into a deep sleep.

Zoro, in his own quiet way, introduced Law to meditation and breathing exercises, often practicing together in the early mornings before the day’s chaos began. Sanji would cook up hearty meals designed to promote sleep (for you energy), slipping herbal teas into your nightly routine. 

"Chamomile for the win," he'd say with a wink, handing Law a steaming cup. 

Nami and Robin took a more research-based approach, scouring medical journals and holistic remedies to find anything that might help. They'd often have evenings where they'd share their findings, creating a comprehensive plan that combined traditional and alternative methods.

Chopper, being a doctor prodigy himself, was a great ally. He frequently checked on Law’s progress, suggesting adjustments to his routine or medication. 

And then there was Usopp and Franky, who used their engineering skills to design a customized, noise-canceling sleep mask and a comfortable, ergonomic bed that helped reduce stress and promote better sleep. Even Brook, with his calming violin melodies, would sometimes play soothing lullabies, his skeletal fingers dancing over the strings.

Law's friends, initially unsure about your condition, quickly adapted. Bepo, a tall dark skinned man with the best hugs anyone could ever give, and one of Law's closest friends, would carry You to a comfortable spot whenever you fell asleep in odd places. Penguin and Shachi would create makeshift beds with their hats whenever they saw you clock out at the study table. Ikkaku didn’t play about your safety either. If you fell asleep at the pub then she was keeping her arm around you at all times until Law could take you home. 

Damn you loved everybody!!~

Living together, surrounded by such a supportive group of friends, made the journey easier. The nights were no longer something to dread but moments of bonding and care. You and Law found a balance, each learning to lean on the other, and the support of your shared friends only strengthened your resolve. 

—---------

At Home:

Law arrived home first, pacing the living room as he waited for you. Today he wasn’t able to drive you both due to him being on call. Hearing your car pull up, he stepped outside, just in time to see you struggling to stay awake. Opening the car door for you, he teased, "I'm surprised you didn't fall asleep again."

You smiled sheepishly. "I tried my best." You threw him your keys and decided to leave the bags in the car.

He lifted you effortlessly, carrying you inside. "You need to be more careful, sweetheart. I worry about you."

"You always worry," you replied, resting your head against his shoulder.

"And I'll never stop," he said softly, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

Inside, Law set you down on the couch, handing you a glass of water. You looked up at him, eyes filled with gratitude and affection. He sat beside you, taking your hand. "I'll always take care of you, Dreamer. Just promise me you'll try to be more careful."

"I promise," you said, squeezing his hand.

—--------

Office Couch:

One late evening, you finished your shift at the hospital and decided to check on Law in his office. Opening the door quietly, you found him slumped over his desk, fast asleep. His dark circles and the clutter of medical journals around him told you he hadn't been sleeping well.

Smiling softly, you walked over and gently shook his shoulder. "Babe, you need to sleep properly."

He groaned, barely awake. "I'm fine, my love."

"No, you're not," you insisted, helping him up. You led him to the couch in his office, coaxing him to lie down. Once he was settled, you snuggled up beside him, your warmth and presence easing him into a deeper sleep.

Living Room:

One night, you woke up to find the bed empty. Knowing Law's struggle with insomnia, you got up and found him on the couch, wide awake and staring at the ceiling.

"Law," you whispered, sitting beside him. "Can't sleep again?"

He sighed, shaking his head. "No."

Without a word, you laid down beside him, making yourself the big spoon. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close. "You know, I don't mind being your personal pillow," you murmured, your fingers gently playing with his hair.

He relaxed against you, his tense muscles slowly unwinding. Your soothing voice and gentle touch worked their magic, and before long, he drifted off to sleep in your embrace.

University Library:

During a late-night study session in the library, you found Law fast asleep amidst a pile of books. You knew he had been pushing himself too hard, so you carefully moved the books aside and slid in next to him.

"Couldn't stay awake without me, huh?"

You wrapped an arm around him, nuzzling your head against his shoulder like a cat. The warmth of your body and the steady rhythm of your breathing provided him with a sense of comfort. Even in his sleep, he instinctively pulled you closer, just loving your presence.

Bedroom:

One particularly rough night, you woke to Law pacing the hallway, unable to settle down. You got out of bed and approached him, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind.

"Come back to bed, Baby," you whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his back.

He sighed, leaning into your touch. "I can't sleep," he found your hands and raised them to his lips to plant kisses on the back of them. You booped his nose before kissing his shoulder blades. “C’mon,”

You pulled backwards to guide him to the bed and fell backwards, making yourself the big spoon. As you held him close, you began to talk softly, recounting your day and telling him stories. Your fingers threaded through his hair, your voice soothing and rhythmic.

Gradually, you felt his breathing even out, his body relaxing completely. You stayed like that, holding him until you were sure he was deeply asleep, knowing that your presence was his anchor.

Kitchen:

Early one morning, you found Law asleep at the kitchen table, his head resting on his folded arms. He had clearly been up all night, working on something.

You sighed softly, shaking your head with a fond smile. "Oh, babe."

Carefully, you lifted him from the chair, supporting his weight as you guided him to the bedroom. Once he was settled in bed, you climbed in beside him, snuggling close.

"I've got you," you whispered, pressing a kiss to his forehead. He mumbled something incoherent, suddenly wrapping an arm around your hips as he drifted deeper into slumber.

You stayed with him, knowing that even in his dreams, he needed the reassurance of your presence.

After graduation—---- 

Years had passed since your days as a medical student, and now you were a fully-fledged doctor, training young residents alongside Law. The hospital environment was a bustling hub of activity, and your relationship with Law had to be kept under wraps from the higher-ups. Despite the secrecy, your students couldn't help but notice the chemistry between you two.

"I swear, the Trafalgar’s are such an adorable couple," one of your residents whispered to another during a break.

"Totally! He's all grumpy and she's like his sunshine! They're like hospital mom and dad," the other replied with a grin.

Unbeknownst to them, their playful shipping was not far from the truth. Law's stern demeanor contrasted with your warm, approachable nature, creating a dynamic that both baffled and endeared your students. They would often turn to you for guidance, seeing you as a nurturing figure, while Law's gruff exterior masked his deep care for his residents and patients. 

(Freaking softy~)

Despite the progress in managing your narcolepsy, there were still moments when it caught up with you. It never happened during lectures or patient interactions, but sometimes during lunch, in your car, or in the privacy of your office, you would fall into a deep sleep, impossible to wake up from.

One afternoon, after a particularly exhausting morning, you found yourself nodding off during lunch. Your residents, familiar with your condition, quickly alerted Law with a series of beeps. He arrived shortly after, a mix of concern and affection in his eyes as he gently lifted you into his arms.

"You've got to be more careful, Dreamer," he whispered, carrying you to his office where you could sleep undisturbed.

He placed you on the couch, covering you with a soft blanket. Your peaceful expression as you slept brought a smile to his face, even as he sighed at the thought of how hard you pushed yourself.

In the Car:

One evening, after a long shift, you decided to take a moment to rest in your car before heading home. Law was finishing up some paperwork when one of your residents knocked on his door, slightly panicked.

"Dr. Trafalgar? Dr. Trafalgar fell asleep in her car. We can't wake her up."

Law's expression softened as he nodded. "I'll take care of it."

He found you in your car, head resting against the window, completely out cold. Carefully, he opened the door and gently lifted you out, carrying you back to his office.

"Dreamer," he murmured, settling you on the couch once more. "You really need to take it easy."

In Your Office:

During a rare moment of downtime, you had decided to catch up on some paperwork in your office. The next thing you knew, you were waking up to the feeling of Law's arms around you, lifting you from your chair.

"Can't resist taking a nap just to be in my arms?" he teased, carefully carrying you to his office.

You mumbled something incoherent, still barely unconscious, but snuggled closer to him. Law chuckled softly, his heart swelling with affection.

—-----

Law glanced at his phone, the familiar chime indicating a new message. It was from one of the medical students.

"Dr. Trafalgar, she fell asleep in the common room again."

He sighed, a mix of exasperation and fondness crossing his features. Quickly gathering his things, he made his way to the common room. As he entered, he saw you slumped over a pile of textbooks, softly snoring. The sight of you asleep, with your hair slightly tousled and your face relaxed, made him smile despite his concern.

"Dreamer," he murmured, gently shaking your shoulder.

You stirred, blinking sleepily up at him. "Law...?"

"Couldn't wait to fall into my arms, huh?" he smirked, squatting down to your height to plant a kiss on your sleepy head.

He gently lifted you into his arms, feeling your head nestled against his shoulder. Your soft breaths tickled his neck, reminding him of how much he adored these moments, even though he wished they didn't happen under such circumstances. As he carried you through the corridors, fellow doctors and nurses exchanged knowing smiles and whispered comments about the devoted couple.

Arriving at his office, Law gently placed you on the couch he had designated for moments like these. He covered you with a warm, soft blanket and brushed a stray hair from your face. You looked so peaceful, so vulnerable, and it tugged at his heartstrings.

"You're lucky I found you," he said, his tone lighter. "Guess who's getting extra assignments as punishment?"

You pouted, still half-asleep. " 'S not fair..."

"Life's not fair," he replied, smirking. "Ah, you're so cute. Don't even remember we're doctors now."

You mumbled something incoherent, your eyes half-closed, but a playful thought crossed your mind. "No, but I know who I married!~"

Law's eyes widened in realization, a grin spreading across his face. "Oh, look who's not really asleep!"

Before you could respond, he unleashed a tickle attack, making you squirm and squeal uncontrollably. The light of his office caught your wedding rings, making them shine brightly. You tried to fend him off, but your laughter and sleepiness weakened your defenses.

"Law! Stop!" you giggled, trying to catch your breath.

With a mischievous glint in your eye, you decided to turn the tables. You reached up and bit his collarbone, catching him off guard, before you began to tickle him back. Law's deep chuckles filled the room as he tried to evade your wiggly fingers, but you were relentless. 

"Don’t you dare!" he managed between laughs, his usual stoic expression replaced with one of pure joy.

The two of you ended up rolling around on the couch, tickling and laughing until you were both breathless and tangled in the blanket. You finally stopped, both of you lying there, panting and grinning at each other.

"Okay, okay, truce," Law said, holding up his hands in surrender.

You snuggled closer to him, resting your head on his chest. "Truce," you agreed, your eyes closing as you felt the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

Law wrapped his arms around you, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Get some rest, my wife. I've got you."

As you drifted back to sleep, the warmth of the blanket and Law's presence lulling you into a peaceful slumber, Law watched over you, his heart full of love and admiration for his wife. 

His wife! 

The two of you had made it through college, med school, residency, board exams, your shitty sleep schedules and really made it out the other end. 

The sight of you nestled comfortably, your hair fanned out on the pillow, brought a sense of worship over him. He gently adjusted the blanket around you again, ensuring you were snug and warm. As he settled back into his chair to work, the sound of your soft, steady breathing was the sweetest music to his ears. It filled the room with a sense of calm, a gentle reminder of the love and life you shared.

Law often found himself pausing in his work to steal glances at you, his heart pounding against his ribs. Your presence grounded him, reminded him of what truly mattered. The stresses of the day faded into the background, replaced by the serene comfort of your love. 

He marveled at your resilience, your unwavering spirit, and the way you faced each day with a smile, despite the challenges your condition brought. And then you had to go in and save him, too. With your warmth, the gentle touches and those little kisses you ghosted over him while he slept. All those nights he couldn’t sleep he was shakey and on the verge of tears and you’d bathe him and calm him down. You let him into your life and he was going to thank you every day for it. 

With you, even the mundane felt extraordinary. And as he sat there, watching over you, he couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. Blessed for your love, your partnership, and the beautiful journey you were on together. Life, with all its unpredictability and challenges, was perfect because he had you to share it with.

Despite the casual chaos of your busy lives, this moment reminded him of why he cherished you so deeply. Life, with all its demands and pressures, was brighter with you by his side. And as he worked, the sound of your soft, steady breathing was the sweetest music to his ears. 

“I love you.”

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sucker punch (m) — sae itoshi

in the pivotal moments leading up to the most significant fight of his career against his estranged younger brother, sae meets a girl who turns his entire world upside down

warnings:- underground fighter!sae, fem!reader, heiress!reader, reader is coded to be feminine (wears dresses, makeup, heels, etc), language, cursing, rin is down bad for his gf, mentions of blood, mentions of food, mentions of alcohol, sae's repressed emotions™, mentions of injuries, sae hurts reader (a bruise)

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✯ chapter 3

“Where are you taking me?” 

In hindsight, Sae would’ve thought it was ridiculous to keep you blindfolded when he was just taking you to the beach. But, this wasn’t just any beach. It was the one spot in this rancid city he found solace in everytime the clamour of staying alive got too loud for him to handle.

He chuckled wryly. “It’s a surprise.”

You huffed and crossed your arms, looking way too adorable in your pink spaghetti strap dress that he almost leaned over the console to peck your cheek, never mind he was speeding down a highway. 

“People are going to think you’ve kidnapped me.” 

“And not tie you up?” Sae mocked, oblivious to your face flushing warmly. “I’d be a pretty shitty kidnapper, don’t you think?” 

He caught you shifting in your seat out of the corner of his eye. His smirk widened. “Don’t tell me you’re actually turned on by that?” 

Your pout stretched across your pretty pink mouth, and he ached to swipe the expensive lip gloss off your lips. He restrained himself from diving headfirst into his lust, fixing his eyes back onto the road. 

“Maybe,” you mumbled breezily, and jumped when you felt his large hand on your thigh. 

“You really are a little freak, aren’t you?” 

Your laughter reverberated in the car, but you didn’t deny him. Sae let it slide, focused on the horizon where the beach was coming up. Once he stopped the car, he helped you out, holding your hand and carefully guiding you, his face close enough for his voice and warm breath to touch your neck. It made the idea of this entire trip even more mysterious when you smelled the familiar scent of a sea breeze. 

“Okay, stop here.” 

There was a rustling sound, and you waited patiently for him to reappear, hands laced demurely in front of you. 

“Take off your blindfold.”

You did as he said, blinking your eyes to the scene that greeted you. 

A chequered mat was set down on a relatively empty stretch of beach, held down at the four corners by a few weights. On top of the mat was a simple spread of food and sparkling juice. The sun was just right at the horizon, casting a warm orange glow around the serene scene.

“Sae…”

His pinched frown turned into a secret relieved smile behind your back when you cooed at his efforts.

“This is so nice! And the beach is really pretty, too.” Eagerly you turned around to him, touched by his gesture. “Thank you.” 

Sae caught you in his arms, taken aback by your fierce embrace. His face flushed warmly, a pink dusting on his cheeks. “You’re welcome.” 

You untwined your arms from around his torso, beaming up at him with the brightest smile he had ever seen. “Let’s eat before the food gets cold!” 

He had packed some sandwiches and a few pastries, a perfect accompaniment to the tart, sparkling juice he poured into two blue plastic cups. Afterwards, he read out the remainder of Romeo and Juliet to you as your head was pressed against his chest, drowsy eyes and flushed cheeks warmed from the day and your happiness.

Sae wished that it would never end. That the sky didn’t have to be dotted with the first sign of stars. 

“How did you find this spot?” 

He hummed, staring out into the waves. “I used to come here all the time after a fight. To just sit with the waves and my own thoughts. Didn’t matter if I won or lost. It’s peaceful here.” Turning to you, his teal gaze softened. “I found this place by chance. I got lost trying to get to the main beach and took a wrong turn. Best mistake I ever made.” 

“Sounds like serendipity,” you mumbled back, tracing patterns onto his bare chest. The wind was picking up and you started to shiver. 

Sae noticed your discomfort and reached into the basket, pulling a woven blanket out and wrapping it around your shoulders. You gave him a grateful smile, tugging the other end onto his chest to give him some of your combined warmth. 

The last sliver of orange was in the sky, a deep inky blue splashing across the heavens and bringing out the faint specks of celestial light far away.

“Did you know that these stars are the same ones Cleopatra, Davinci and even our first Emperor used to gaze at?” you asked in a soft, reverent voice. You couldn’t see his expression, but you felt his curiosity pique.

“Are they?” 

You nodded. “The stars we see now from our end are the same ones our ancestors used to see all those centuries ago. Cool, right?” 

“Hmm.” He seemed like he was gathering his thoughts. “I never looked up at them long enough to know that.” 

“Because you like to have your head firmly on the ground,” you teased.

“And you have your head up in the clouds,” he shot back, unafraid to go toe-to-toe with you. That was another thing you loved about Itoshi Sae. Where others would concede to your whims and ideas because of your status in life, Sae was not afraid to push back and remind you that you were just as human as him. 

You smiled and kissed his jaw. “Fine. You win this round. The next time, I won’t be as easy.” 

A playful smirk teased the corners of his mouth. “Good. Don’t. I like arguing with you.” 

You smoothed your palm down his chest, admiring how firm his muscles felt underneath your touch. “Sae?”

“Hmm?” 

“Where do you see yourself in 5 years?”

He paused to think your question through, a furrow appearing in his otherwise creaseless brow. “Since when did this become an interview?” he shot back, and nearly broke his irritated front to release a laugh when you pouted in annoyance.

“I just wanted to know you better.”

Lacing his fingers with yours, Sae pressed the soft underside of your wrist to his lips, contemplating your question.

“I guess… I see myself stable. Money in the bank, the boys happy and well-fed.” He added after a beat of silence. “No more fighting.”

“No more?” 

He touched his gaze to yours, nodding firmly. “No more. It’s not a life I want to live.”

“Then what made you choose this life in the first place?” 

I didn't have a choice, would be his honest answer. The less sappy one was, “The money is good.”

You flitted your gaze down to his hand holding yours. “You seem to care about money a lot, huh?” 

“When you grew up not having it, yeah,” he countered back, ignoring the shock widening your eyes at his vitriol. “If you’re used to it, money can seem like nothing. But, if your whole life was empty of it, it’s everything.” 

Dropping your gaze from his searing one, you nodded. “I… I understand.”

Do you? He wanted to bite back. What does a rich girl like you know about starvation? About living on your last thousand yen. Or, not having enough food to feed your little brother? 

As if you could read his thoughts, you exhaled shakily, raising your palms to cup his face. “And I’m rooting for you, Sae. I want you to get through this.” A sad smile graced your lips. “I want you to be happy and live better.” 

He swallowed down the heavy, greasy sensation of a choked sob. Turning his face away from you, he gestured to the setting sun. “It’s late. Let’s go home.” 

Like the world slowly descending into night, Itoshi Sae drew the blinds on his past, cloaking you in its darkness. Unable to show you his real self. 

You hesitantly peeled your cheek from his chest, eyes downcast. “Sae?” 

He got up, trailing his gaze to the paisley blanket. “Yeah?” 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, fiddling with your fingers. “I only wanted to know you better. I didn’t mean to intrude or make you uncomfortable.”

The prickly defences he held close to his chest like armour fractured slightly at the edges. He looped his arm around you, drawing you to his chest. “It’s okay,” he mumbled into your hair. “I’m not mad.”

And it was the reassurance you wanted to know that Sae was still yours. That he still allowed you to stay in his life. 

It was all the comfort you needed.

The U20 and Blue Lock match grew closer and closer, encroaching upon your calendar like a red circle of doom. 

You had held your tongue so far with Sae, but you couldn’t keep the curiosity from overflowing. There were days when you came to terms with the fact that you didn’t know much about the man who shared your bed. All you understood was that he was determined and hardworking—never one for speaking much unless he was prompted. 

He was pushing himself further with his training, putting in late nights and crawling back into bed in the early hours of a bleak morning. Like clockwork, your arms would always wrap around him, welcoming him home with a kiss on his forehead and a nuzzle into his shoulder. 

Itoshi Sae had crept into your bloodstream, slotting himself into your life like your favourite cardigan. Those nights of falling asleep in your large bed alone seemed a distant memory whenever you woke up in the morning with his body pressed to yours. The dinners you took alone with all of Tokyo spread out from your balcony like a shimmering, lonely promise turned into lively conversations about books, pets and life. 

Those paperbacks you were once too busy to read were perched on your knees every weekend, opened up to the last page you both left off for you to speak out those lines into the peaceful living room and his patient ears. Cooking was no longer a chore but a time for you to bond with Sae on his favourite childhood dishes. He loved the kombu salad you made a few days ago, shyly asking if you could pack it into his lunch bento box the next day.

And yet, no one else knew of this secret love affair unfurling behind closed doors. 

Sae had not introduced you to his world beyond that time you had reached out to him in Oliver’s gym, and you were afraid to take him to places where your other rich friends would haunt in case he would feel uncomfortable. In a way, it was a half love affair lived through snatches of shadow where the sun could never touch.

But, like fantasy, it had to come crashing down to make space for reality. 

It happened during one fight before the Ult Match. Sae was slated to go against a rookie from Blue Lock—a warm up match leading to the one with his brother.

He hadn’t even told you he was going to be in the ring, and you came back home to a nasty shock.

Trails of blood dotted your pristine floors, leading into the bathroom. You followed it, heart in your throat, gripping your pepper spray to your chest. When you opened the door, you found your auburn-haired lover bent over the sink, trying to wrap a piece of gauze around his ripped arm. 

Your heart fell into your stomach, and you dropped the spray, alerting him with your gasp. “Sae!” 

He averted his gaze from yours, concentrating on his wound. “It’s nothing,” he tried to reassure you, but it came off as cold and dismissive instead. “I’m patching myself up.” 

You observed him struggling to wrap the bandage around his torn skin, conflicted if you should help. 

Sae wanted to tell you that it was okay—to go and eat your dinner first as he fixed up what that rookie fucker gave him. But, he never expected your cool touch on his bicep. Or, your silence as you took over, gripping the end of the bandage and winding it around his injury. Sae leaned back against the sink, bare-chested and flushed with both agony and sweat. 

“How did this happen?” Your voice was low and judgement-free. Filled with curious apprehension.

Sae grunted. “Asshole had a knife on him. I barely dodged it when he managed to catch my arm. Oliver gave me a pair of brass knuckles during half-time and I paid him back for the wound. On his face.”

You winced, but didn’t stop to work on him. “You have to be careful,” you urged softly, unable to look him in the eyes so that he wouldn’t notice the sting in yours. Tears started to well, threatening to spill from your lash line. “I-I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Hey.” As if sensing your composure about to go downhill, Sae brought you back from the brink by caressing your cheek with his cold fingers. He coaxed you to look at him, searching your gaze and growing sober by what he found there. “Don’t need to cry for me. Happens all the time.”

You dropped your gaze back to his wound, and he dropped his hand to his side. Despite your understanding of how sensitive this topic was to your lover, you just had to feed your destructive curiosity; trying to find a pulse of kindness in this man you desperately wanted to know inside and out.  

“What if you had to give Rin a similar injury?” 

A silence unlike any other stretched out; loud and fragile. You held your breath. Sae exhaled noisily. 

“Then, I’ll do it. We’re fighters in the ring, not brothers—”

“I don’t understand you.”

To him, you sounded angry and irrational. But in reality, you were truly despairing because what kind of brother could stomach even thinking about physically wounding his own younger sibling? 

It was impossible. Sae wasn’t made of stone. He was human, warm and vulnerable. You could tell he had the power to love if he just let his heart come out of the shadows. But, you had sorely overestimated him; Itoshi Sae was tainted with a cruelty that coated his true desire for love and comfort. 

His stubbornness would be the malaise he bore onto his own shoulders; a self-sabotaging foe he mistook as a friend. 

You bulldozed on as you viciously tightened the bandage around his arm a little too hard. “You’re so… so aloof. This is your brother you’re talking about and you’d be willing to hurt him. To kill him. It’s like you don’t have a heart, Itoshi. All you’re so focused on is being the best that you don’t care who you hurt along the way. I don’t think—”

Sae wrenched his arm away from you. You stopped in the middle of your rant, fixing him with wide eyes.

You had seen Sae disinterested, annoyed and even disappointed whenever he complained about how useless the other fighters were. But, you had never seen him in a complete red cloud of rage. 

“Shut. Up.” 

His unexpected rebuke left you cold all over. “W-what—”

“I said—shut up.” 

He grabbed both of your wrists, dragging you close to his body. Ignoring your terrified squeak, he pushed you back into the wall, using his bulkier figure and strength to trap you against the freezing tiles. You bit back on a yell when he dug his fingers into your wrist, setting off sparks of pain running up your arms.

“Sae—!” 

“You’re such a fucking pain,” he snarled, and you had never been as terrified of him as you were now. 

“I wish you would just get the fuck away from me. I wish I never met you. All you fucking do is meddle in my life and try to play an important part in it. Don’t you see? You’re useless. I don’t need you to fight my battles. Stop fucking trying to butt your way into my problems. I only entertained your advances because we needed your money. You were a means to an end and I fucking swear I will never listen to Oliver’s plan again—he wanted me to do this. To trust you. He’s such a fucking pain—you’re such a fucking pain.” He released your wrists to deliver the death blow to your already shattered hopes, teal eyes gouging into your soul. “I never wanted you in the first place.”

The air in the bathroom became still. You smelled the rusted tang of his blood on your skin, on your sink. You heard him swallow loudly; your own breathing kicked up a notch, growing ragged. Dragging your eyes from his to the floor, you counted the splatters of red. 

One, two, three… and you lost track. 

Like scattered bloody stars dying across the universe of your bathroom floor, they were too hard to count. 

Some of it smeared under your feet, staining your pristine white heels. A reminder that Itoshi Sae brought destruction with him wherever he went. 

“Y/N—”

You flinched when he tried to reach out for you, drawing your throbbing wrists to your chest. The outstretched hand withered to his side, uncertain and despondent. His stare burned into your neck, your chest, trying to lap at your face. From the corner of your eye, you felt him open his mouth, his sudden regret like an unwelcome stranger rudely bumping into your shell-shocked body; their apologies had zero meaning and sincerity.  

Smoke signals went off in your brain and the smog clogged your lungs. It felt like you could’ve dropped dead from asphyxiation, the entire room spinning in your periphery. So, you ran from the fire as fast as your legs could take you. 

Turning around, you rushed out of the bathroom, ignoring his weak cries for you. You stumbled towards the fridge and rummaged for some ice, dropping it into a white cloth and pressing it to the part of your wrist that ached from his cruel grip. 

The tears you held back trickled down your face, pinning you to the spot. You heard him come behind you. Felt his touch on your waist.

“Shit. I didn’t mean it, Y/N. I’m sorr—”

“Get out.” 

Keeping your eyes fixed on a water stain ruining your otherwise pristine sink, you ignored his silent pleas; how he tugged on your arm gently to get you to look at him. 

“I went too far—”

“Get out of my apartment before I call security on you.”

He dropped his hand like he had been scalded. “Baby—”

“Now, Itoshi.” You fought hard to contain the tremble in your tone. “Get out now. Before I change my mind and throw you out myself.”

An agonising minute passed where you both were at an impasse. Waiting for the other to give in first; Sae hoping that you would turn around, and you desperately wishing he would leave you alone.  

Finally, he retreated after sensing you were too angry and terrified to give in. 

Falling into your spiralling thoughts out of fear, you stood stock-still, hearing him rummage around your bedroom, trying to pack as quickly as he could. With his overnight bag of things, you let him up and leave your life. He put his shoes on, the scuffles of worn out rubber soles on the marble floor loud and grating. 

Then, he walked out of your life for good.

The door slammed shut, and after what seemed like centuries, you defrosted. It felt like rain was pouring over your wounds, trying to remedy what was lost in the fire.

You unglued your lips, released your clawed grip around the soggy, lukewarm cloth in between your fingers. Your eyes closed, breath caught in your throat as you slowly turned around; completely afraid that his disappearance was a figment of your imagination and that he would still be there. But, when you pried your eyes open, he was gone.

For a second, you ached to call back for him. To tell him you didn’t mean it; that you wanted to try again. 

He meant everything he said to you though, the chiming voice in the back of your mind gloated. He never even loved you. Ha! Love. You really thought he loved you, huh? That you two could be together. This isn’t Romeo and Juliet, you pathetic bitch. This is real life. Juliet didn’t have to pretend to die because it was Romeo who stuck a dagger into her chest first. 

Sae killed us first… and I let him. 

You slid to the ground, ignoring the splatters of water on the floor and blood still smearing the soles of your heels. Curling your knees to your chest, you pressed your forehead to them, choking back on the grief threatening to rise in your lungs.

Eventually, the forest fire that burned you down was engulfed in salty waves crashing into the wrecked trees, turning the world dark behind your watery lids.

For many years, the loveless turned their eyes to the stars to beg for the person of their affections to see them. They meticulously counted shooting stars, weaving desperate wishes of reciprocation on the still ones.

But, you couldn’t bear the thought of those celestial lights looming over you anymore. You never wanted to look at the stars again for as long as you were under the night sky.

There was nothing left in them to hope for.

His apartment had never felt this quiet and lonely.

Sae used to think he had filled up every crevice and space of this simple home he rented for a few thousand yen a month to keep the loneliness out. Books, cheap art, a creaky bed and even his threadbare collection of vinyls dotted the space from his measly effort of padding his life with meaning. 

None of it felt familiar. He was a stranger surveying a foreign land. 

Whose books were these? Who chose this colour for the bedsheets? Why weren’t the walls adorned with art?

This wasn’t his space. It had never been his.

But, this was where he belonged. 

After setting his bag down on the couch and starting the kettle, he walked into the bathroom, trying to wash the grime and exhaustion off his face when he saw it. The tiny bottle of moisturiser you kept beside his sink. 

Sae hadn’t even noticed it was there, evidence that you had wormed your way into his life without a single complaint from him because—for some unconscious reason—he had wanted you there. 

Feelings were always a tricky subject with him, and the discovering of something deeper and tender filled him with a sorrow that was quickly trying to smother before it spiralled out of control. 

Like a scientist stumbling upon signs of life on a once uninhabitable planet, he picked up the vial with the sombre reverence of making an earth-shattering discovery. Holding the tiny bottle in his comically large hand, he ran his thumb along the golden lettering and intricate design.

One second, it was in his hand, and in the other, the bottle flew out of his fist, shattering into a tiny million pieces against his bathroom tiles. 

He had finally done it—what he was too afraid of doing a few weeks earlier.

Sae had effectively uprooted any signs of you—any signs of life—before it could fully bloom. 

The hole you carried right under your ribcage continued to grow over the days when your phone remained empty.

Loving Itoshi Sae was hard, but you never expected it to be this difficult. 

Sure, you both had your flaws (stubborn, short-fused, egotistic), but you expected him to at least try and sincerely apologise after hurting you. Nights of laying awake were wasted on bringing up his contact, typing out an angry paragraph only to delete it and switch your phone off. Exhaustion was your newfound friend, and you wore her like a badge of dishonour to everything your father had taught you about life, fighting and love.

No daughter of mine will ever have to get her hands dirty like I did just to feel welcome in this world. 

You rubbed the spot over your wrist that had bruised over as you briskly walked down the hospital hallway in the direction of your father's grand suite. Once in front of his doors, you composed yourself, knocking on the wood three times.

“Y/N?” 

“Mhm.”

“Come in.”

He was sitting up today, spooning some oatmeal around his bowl. The wrinkles on his face deepened when he smiled at you. 

“Hi. You look well.” You sat on the chair next to his bed, hiding your bruised wrist behind your bag. 

Your father chuckled. “Anyone would look good if they have nothing to do but eat, sleep and watch the news.” He shrugged and tipped his bowl over to give you a look. “And eat boring, bland oatmeal everyday.”

“It’s good for you,” you chided, taking over before he could protest and mixing the fruits into the beige sludge. “And you need to eat more fruits. I heard from the front desk that you sent them back to the kitchen. Twice.” 

He kissed his teeth, making a face. “They taste salty.”

You chortled, putting the bowl back down on his hospital table. “It’s to preserve them better.”

Before you could retract your hands, your father took the left one, scrutinising the noticeable bruise on your wrist. “This wasn’t here the last time. What happened?”

Cautiously, you pried your hand away, hiding it behind your back. “I fell,” you lied, the corners of your mouth tight despite your smile. “Anyway, how have you been?” 

You changed the subject and he frowned, remembering why he called you here in the first place. 

“You remember Maeda-san? From my fighting days?” 

“The one you destroyed with a Scorpion kick.” Your father’s legacy as one of the most lethal underground fighters in Tokyo left many in awe. It’s too bad his life of violence and brutality left him with untreated nerve damage that cost him his legs.

As if he could hear your thoughts, your father gently steered the topic back to safer waters. “Well, he has a son. Miyaki-kun. And I would like you to meet him.” 

You blinked. The idea of your father orchestrating a blind date for you was definitely not in your cards when you mulled over why he suddenly wanted to meet you on a random Tuesday morning. 

“What is the reason for this?” You proceeded to ask him slowly. As much as you were the apple of his eye, your father still ran the biggest underground ring in Tokyo. His word was law in your world.

“Miyaki-kun wants a wife,” your father’s bluntness left you speechless. “And we thought you would be the perfect candidate. The both of you are level-headed and he has a good professional background to support our endeavours.”

Money. Maeda Mikayi was loaded and your father wanted to leverage on that. Sometimes, you wondered if Sae was right: that money was everything and everything was money in this corrupted world. 

At the thought of your (ex?) lover, you cringed, unable to separate your heart’s truest desire from reality. “I… I need to think about this.”

“Y/N,” your father’s wrinkled hand rested on yours. He coaxed you to look into his eyes, the paternal twinkle in them hard to ignore. “You’ve been alone for so long. Don’t you think it’s time to settle down? You’ll be so much more powerful with someone capable by your side.” 

You are useless. I don’t need you to fight my battles. Stop fucking trying to butt your way into my problems. I only entertained your advances because we needed your money. 

Sae’s words unexpectedly echoed in your mind and made your expression falter. Your father was quick to notice.

“Y/N?” 

You struggled to recuperate your smile, though the sting behind your eyes gave it a watery quality. You hoped he didn’t notice. “Tou-san… how did you feel after mama divorced you?” 

At the reminder of your mother who was currently in Seoul with her new husband, your father’s face deepened in regret.

He exhaled deeply, the corners of his mouth twitching. “Why’d you ask, darling?” 

“I just…” you lost your words and he nodded, as if he understood you completely.

Kissing his teeth, your father began a familiar tale from his side of the narration, one you hadn't heard of before. “When your mother requested for a divorce, I was against it. I thought I could fight my way out of it—fight for her affection back—but she had her mind set.” He smiled again, but this time, it was tinged with sadness. “I knew it was my fault. I barely paid her any attention. Fighting and money took over my entire life. I didn’t know anything else but it. And she had had enough of me.” 

You nodded, casting your eyes to the stark, white bed sheet. Your parent’s tale sounded awfully familiar. “Did you ever regret it?” 

“Everyday,” he answered without a beat. “But—” his features softened. “—I would never hold her back from her true happiness. If it wasn’t with me, I’m glad she could find it with someone else, even at the expense of my own.” 

You looked at your father—really looked at him. From a man who had a God-like build, he was now a frail husk of the legendary fighter you grew up loving and admiring. He was almost swallowed by the hospital blanket, the muscle loss making him look feeble and meek. Your heart broke all over again for him.

Unexpectedly, you leaned forward, kissing him on the forehead. “I still think you’re the strongest man in the world, tou-chan.”

He smiled at your childish honorifics for him. “Well, I guess that’s all that matters to me.” Sobering, he nodded, looping back to the question he asked you before. “So? What about meeting up with Miyaki? Maeda and I have huge plans for you two and we would love it if you both hit it off.”

You didn’t immediately respond to your father’s curiosity. A beat of hesitation passed where there were no noises in this room beyond your notched breathing. “You want me to marry him?” 

A part of you prayed your father would say ‘no’. But, this was reality; wishing on stars led you to nowhere.

“Yes,” he said, and grinned. “But, it won’t happen tomorrow. If you both like each other enough, he will pop the question. And if he does, I want you to accept it. I want to see you happy, Y/N.” 

I am happy, you wanted to argue, but it would be a lie. You couldn’t wait for wishes on a star to come true. 

His name loomed in the back of your mind, dreary and bleak.

Sae…

He had revealed his real sentiments for you. He had shown you his true colours; how the man you fell in love with was nothing but a paper mache of your own projected desires and hopes. Despite what you wanted to believe, he didn’t like you. 

He only tolerated you for your money and what you could bring to the table. Sae never saw you for who you were, or the potential you could have in his life. 

It should’ve been the end of a story you knew very well. 

Friends who had used you for your fame and wealth flashed in your mind. Men who chased after you because of the yen signs attached to your name made you internally curl up and want to cry. 

I’m never loved for what I have but what I have to offer. You nearly sobbed at the thought. I’m never enough for anyone. 

But, you had a choice. You had a choice to be valued differently and it started with taking the very first step in choosing you. 

“Okay.” You gave your father a small grin. “I’m open to meeting Miyaki-kun, and if… if something good comes out of it, I might be open to more.” 

Your father’s hopeful smile was infectious. There was no way you could deny him when he looked this happy. 

“I’ll make the necessary arrangements,” he retorted and paused. 

After a second of silence, he murmured: 

“Give Miyaki-kun a chance. I believe he can make you so very happy if you open your heart to it, Y/N.” 

The needle piercing the bulge of coagulated blood under his eye drew a sharp hiss from Sae.

In the corner of his hazy periphery, Oliver frowned. “Nanase got you real good there.” 

No shit motherfucker, he wanted to snarl. As if he could read Sae’s mind, Oliver sighed. “You were sloppy in the ring. Your mind is not here, Sae.” A frown decorated his scruffy features. “What’s gotten into you?” 

Despite knowing how much of a prickly person Sae was with his privacy, Oliver was still determined to discover what was making his starfighter lose his focus during fights.

Your name was right on his tongue, but Sae swallowed it down. 

“Nothing,” he muttered coldly, wincing when more blood trickled down his cheek. “Mind your damn business.”

“Is it Y/N?” 

Sae swore if he didn’t actually have a soft spot for the guy, he would’ve socked Aiku in the face. The other man wiped the stained needle on a white cloth, his frown turning into a smirk.

“Did she help you relax before the fight? Is that why you’re acting so damn floozy?” 

Sae didn’t answer him, and Oliver continued with his monologue, used to his friend’s stony silence. “I heard some news about Y/N’s family. They’re about to sign a deal with the Maeda's. Dunno if you know.” 

He had no idea what Oliver was talking about, but the sudden mention of your name was enough to draw the spark of interest back in his dull gaze. His friend must’ve noticed his perplexed eagerness, and chuckled.

“Bet your girl will tell you later. But, I heard it’s big news. Could mean something good for us.” 

With those words, he patted Sae on the back just as the second halftime bell went off. “Go destroy that fucker.”

The spotlight burned through his swollen eye, and the dark-haired asshole opposite the ring had the audacity to throw him a wave. 

“Sae-san! Good to see you are still up.”

His expression was ice-cold with indifference. Was this kid intentionally trying to get a rise out of him? Every year, these younger fighters got cockier and cockier, thinking they could win his attention because they had the privilege of going toe-to-toe with him. 

Nanase Nijiro was a new fighter from Blue Lock, and if his stats were proven correct, he was as lethal as Rin and Isagi. 

But, those numbers didn’t mean a thing when Sae had him knocked off his feet with a double throw, a first in the U20 ring history. Cheers and screams echoed around the dingy walls, and he gave the crowd a half-hearted wave, his expression of stony disinterest broadcasted across the screens.

Sae had been doing this long enough to feel numb. He had fought and defeated better men in his lifetime. Nothing brought him much interest in the underground fighting world anymore… except for the man who was hovering by the exit.

A twin pair of teal eyes locked onto his, and Sae realised he was staring into the face of his own younger brother.

“What are you doing here?” The words came out harsher than he intended, when he was just surprised at the sight of Rin. 

The boy he abandoned on the day Child Services came to save them from their dreary lives stuck his hands in his pockets, his scowl matching his older brother’s. When did he get this tall? 

“We’re gonna be fighting each other in two days’ time.”

Sae blinked, his constructed cold expression never faltering. “Yeah. And?” 

“And I want to tell you that it’s okay to back out of it while you can.” 

Rin’s words hit him like a freight train. Suddenly, your voice chimed in the back of his mind. 

No matter what anyone says, a brotherly bond can never be destroyed. 

Sometimes, the thought of you would leave him dumbfounded whenever it arose in his mind. It wasn’t like Sae was stupid. He distinctly felt a strange you-shape that had cut into his heart the moment you had told to get out of your apartment. He missed you. But, he was as stubborn as he was horrible with his emotions. 

The only three people in his life who knew this were you, Oliver, and the brother he was supposed to beat in a deadly fight, standing right in front of him with his arms across his broader chest. Seeing how tall, stocky and well-adjusted Rin had become ever since the day he left that bright-eyed, hopeful boy behind filled Sae with elation, jealousy and a wistful regret. 

Elation because it meant the woman Rin was dating loved him enough to heal the wounds his own brother left behind on his scarred heart.

Jealousy because he had better access to food, healthcare and love than Sae did on the streets which contributed to his better (god forbid he should ever admit that out loud) height and build. 

And a wistful regret because if Sae could turn back time, he would’ve never stepped out of that window in the first place and left his own baby brother behind. 

Rin was waiting for his reply. Sae let his pride and ego answer for him.

“No. Investment money has already come in. If we back out of this now, there’s no telling how they will destroy our careers.”

Rin dropped his gaze to the floor. He, too, understood the consequences if a fighter were to refuse a fight. They were tools of amusement for old, rich and bored men. Pawns didn’t retaliate or decide if they didn’t want to go to war. They had no choice. 

Those teal blue eyes that reminded Sae so much of their mother turned to him. Something hollow caved in his chest, and if he were a weaker man, he would’ve started to cry. But, Sae wasn’t weak. His years of fighting made him strong; made him immune to emotions. He had to be strong for U20’s sake.

“Fine,” his younger brother murmured, removing his hands from his pockets. “I’ll see you in the ring, then.” 

Before he could turn and walk away, Sae stopped him with a question that neither brother expected to hear tonight.

“Did she tell you not to do this? Your girlfriend?” 

At the mention of the woman his brother loved in a tone he misinterpreted as contempt, Rin spun around, teeth slightly bared.

“Don’t you fucking make her sound like a nag. She only cares for me, that’s why she begged me to drop out from the fight. It’s not as if you would understand—you have no one you care for.”

Sae took one step forward, a red fog rolling over his thoughts. Rin was wrong—he was absolutely wrong. Sae did have someone he cared about, someone who had changed his life for the better. And it was entirely his fault that he had lost her. But, instead of expressing his jealousy or trying to make his brother understand, he did what he always did the best—strike where it hurt the most. 

“I never took you to be such a doormat for a woman.” 

“Fuck you, Sae.” 

Rin retaliated, tensing into his full height. It took a lot of patience for him not to lash out at his older brother; Sae noticed his hands curled into fists at his side, trembling slightly. “I love her. She loves me. She cares for me. What would you know about love? You don’t have a heart to love anyone.” 

Everyone who was anyone in the underground fighting world had heard about Sae’s notoriously detached personality. They saw him as a cold sleet of ice; no human heartbeat, a Prodigy, a genius who had no feelings. But, then, you came along. 

And for a split second, Sae understood where Rin was coming from. It was his girlfriend’s love which fuelled him to make the right choices—not because she was trying to emasculate him, but because he loved her enough to consider her concerns; to value their shared life together and sacrifice his ego so their peace would be protected. 

If Sae had healthier emotions, he would commend Rin for his bravery in facing down the one man who had abandoned him, turned him away when he tried to reach out to his nii-san, and destroyed his hopes of ever being a family again with his cold nature. 

Whoever his brother was dating, Sae hoped she had the best that life could give her. It was the least she deserved for loving and healing a man broken by his own brother. 

The older Itoshi watched the broad outline of his brother’s back disappearing behind a corner, Rin’s words latching onto his battered emotions. 

What would you know about love? You don’t have a heart to love anyone.

It’s like you don’t have a heart, Itoshi. 

Your voice seared through him again, leaking past the cracks of his defences. Luckily, there was no one to see him stagger into a wall, sliding down the grimy exposed brick as your face swam past his memory, pinched, scared and pleading for him to see reason.

She only cares for me, that’s why she begged me to drop out from the fight. 

Weren’t you pleading for him to do the same?

Sae was suddenly hyper-aware of every memory he had of you in his mind. Your sweet smile, how the scent of vanilla seemed to be embedded in your hair; how you felt in his arms and the cadence of your tone whenever you tried to make him choose better for himself. It was like the gauze over his eyes was lifted and he could see again. 

For the first time in days, he switched on his phone, shards of anxiety stabbing his soul when he scrolled through his empty call log. 

There was no one who would reach out to him. Sae had effectively cocooned himself in his own detached world that he had no one else to drag him out of his misery. He only had his own breath; the blood rushing in his ears. 

Through some miracle, Sae managed to stand onto his own two feet, and he staggered back home. Ignoring his car parked in front of the gym, he decided to take the scenic route to his apartment located 15 minutes away. As he walked in the fugue of his own thoughts, he passed a payphone booth. The thing was rundown, covered in graffiti and lewd imagery. But, its dial tone was still working.

The buttons sprung back against his heavy finger when he dialled a number he now only discovered he knew by heart. Another strand of evidence that you had managed to wrangle your way under his skin. Sae shot those nagging thoughts down, desperate to hear your voice.

“Hello?” 

Sae swore he teared up when he heard your sweet tone (why hadn’t he noticed how mellifluous it was? How it drew him in with every cadence and lilt, entrancing him like a siren’s call?) His knuckles turned white against the receiver, the lump in his throat gagging him from answering you. 

“Hello? Who is this?” 

He closed his eyes, pressing his forehead against the smeared glass pane. 

“Hello? Hmm… must be a wrong number.”

“Y/N—”

The dial tone echoed down the line like a bully’s taunt, resounding in his mind like twisted white noise. 

Sae exhaled. 

He didn’t have enough loose change to give you another call, and hung the receiver back with a choked sigh. 

The night blurred into one long walk of neon colours, kombinis and deserted promenades, his mind stuck on a loop of his intense ruminations. 

He reached his apartment, opening the door, and was struck by how quiet everything was. No one wished him a warm welcome home. No smell of food came from the kitchen. No warm hugs, smiles and you. 

There was no you in his life anymore.

It had never dawned on him how terribly, eerily silent his world was without you to give it any light. 

As if a ton of bricks were weighing him down, he threw his bag onto the floor, slumping onto the couch. 

I miss her. 

The memory of your terrified expression swam in his mind, how your hands trembled when he dug his fingers into your wrist. She was afraid of me. His shaking hands closed into fists. I hurt her… I can’t believe I hurt her. 

Sae didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know what to say to change your mind. He didn’t know how to say sorry because he never had to in his entire life. 

On the other hand, his fight with Rin would be the day after tomorrow. If Sae pissed you off even more, there was no telling if you would withdraw your investment, leaving U20 in the lurch with no funds for their next season. He had to play his cards right.

Maybe he would reach out to you after the fight. That way, both of your minds would be clear and hopefully, open to reconciliation. 

He glanced at his twisted fingers in despair. 

I’m sorry Y/N. Let me make it up to you when the time is right.

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[thekitsunesiren]

hello mind if I drop off a prompt?

Damian let's his family know he is going to hang out with a friend.

a bat bugs Damian to find him hanging out with one Danni Fenton.

adult Danny/Sam/Tucker parenting a 12 year old Danni.

The trio earn Auntie/Uncle/Uncle privileges from Damian.

Oh, this will be fun!

Okay, first things first would be the absolute disbelief from the batfam from Damian's announcement. Because Damian. Damian "Demon Brat" Wayne, had a friend. A friend that they didn't have the knowledge of knowing until just then.

With Damian springing it on them, they didn't have the time to ask any important questions, let alone do a background check on the kid and their family.

From what Damian told them, the kid they were meeting was named Danielle, but she preferred to be called Ellie. She and her parents had moved to Gotham not too long ago. He met her on a pure coincidence. And of course, with how paranoid the Batfam was, that didn't settle well for them. The parents could've sent their child to get close to the Wayne family for the money. Or kidnap Damian!

Tim walked up to Damian and ruffled his hair while teasing the younger Wayne about how he finally made a friend that wasn't an animal. With a scoff and a swat as a way to get rid of the opposing limb, Damian turned and left the manor while slamming the door behind him.

As soon as it closed, Tim raced back to where he left his computer. There was no way he wasn't going to let his little brother go anywhere unknown without at least two trackers on him. And with how the others quickly scrambled behind him to get a look on his computer, the others had the same thought.

------

Damian, however, was excited to visit Dani and her family.

The two had met when he was leaving school and waiting for Alfred to pick him up. And she wasn't that far from him, standing near the road waiting for someone to pick her up as well. At first glance, she looks like she could be someone adopted by father. Black hair tied to a ponytail and shockingly bright blue eyes. Immediately, he saw her as someone that his father would try to adopt just off of appearance alone. With her seeming to be around his age, he could claim that he could have a sibling to interact with more.

Of course, it wasn't long before the stranger took notice of his staring and turned to look him dead on. Her eyes meeting his in a serious stare down where neither of them moved.

When Damian made the move to speak, a car pulled up in front of the girl. The passenger side window rolling down and someone talking to the girl. She responded in turn before opening the passenger side door and getting in. Damian could only stand and watch as the car soon pulled away from the school and drive away into the distance. Not long afterwards, Alfred arrived to pick him up and he rode in silence on the way home while contemplating the other student that he met.

Okay! Here's how I feel like it would go down with their so called meeting out of the way.

Damian would see Dani and would immediately assume that she would be some sort of clone of either his father or one of the other bats. Was she sent to his school to watch and observe him? Did she know who his alter ego was?

After that, he would be watching her every move during class, surprising himself to find out that she was even in a few of his classes. Suspicious.

Does he approach her? No, because that would put too much on him and probably give her the opening she was expecting. He was ten steps ahead of her in every way!

Day after day, he watches and takes note of everything that she does, trying to notice any oddities in her behavior. Or any sign that she was spying on him.

While she didn't seem to be spying on him directly, Damian did notice her personality of being strong willed, stubborn and having a love for puns. Hm, a clone of the Robins maybe instead of Batman?

Dani, on the other hand, is wondering why the young Wayne seemed to be following her from a distance ever since they've seen each other that day on the end of school. From what Danny told her, it was the older Wayne's that she was supposed to avoid in case she was forcefully kidnapped, though it seemed that the younger Wayne was just as bad as the older ones.

How did Dani end up going to Damian's school, you ask? Well, it was simple:

Not long after Danny defeated Pariah Dark and took up the mantel as the next King of the Infinite Realms, Dani had returned from her travels around the world and decided to spend a bit of time with Danny as things calmed down. Maybe even get to know the others a bit better, seeing as she was never properly introduced to them.

She found out that he was dating both Sam and Tucker. Had been for a while now. Huh, go figure. And during that time of dating, she had arrived to catch up and spend a bit more time of all of them. Maybe even try to find a good reason to stay in Amity for a bit longer (even though she really loved to travel).

But not too long after that, a reveal gone wrong left Dani standing in a room with a frantic Sam packing up everything she owned while Jazz treated a barely conscious Danny's wound on his side. A gunshot wound that was from his parents no doubt.

One rushed explanation from Jazz about how the reveal went wrong, and how they had to leave Amity Park. Now.

With a quick meet up with Tucker, the five of them were huddled in a car and pedaling out of Amity as fast as they could. Dani staying in the back seat with Jazz to watch over Danny and make sure that he didn't pass out again on their way to-wherever it was they were going. Her core wouldn't allow it.

The clone didn't know how far they've been driving and for how long, but she knew that they were out of Amity and that was all that mattered. But the question bouncing around her head was: what happens now?

And the answer was to drive all the way called Gotham city and lay low for a while. Thankfully, a lot of the buildings were no questions asked. So when they find a place that could fit all of them (small and cramped as it was) while planning on what to do now. Of course Sam, Tucker, and Jazz all pretty much up and left without much except for some spare clothes and their ghost hunting gear (and a credit card Sam managed to snag from her mom's purse. Her own card didn't have as much on it.). But Danny was out of there and they were safe from both the Fentons and the GIW. For now.

Now, several weeks have passed. Jazz had managed to find a job to help with the money, while Sam and Tucker were both on the way as well. Which left Dani pretty much alone in the apartment with a slowly healing Danny. And while he was healing, he was kept on house arrest, much to his ire. Though he did help out with the cooking and other house chores while the others were out doing their own thing. And if the two of them occasionally floating outside their apartment during the night, who would tell on them?

When about two months passed, the older teens realized that Gotham would be their permanent home until further notice, so it would only be right that they allow Dani some time to get out as well.

So, they enroll her to school! Gotham U no less (Thank you, Tucker). Sure it was a bit stuffy for their tastes (mostly Sam's), but they were sure that Dani would fit in fine! What's the worst that could happen?

Unfortunately, Dani was a clone of Danny, so she was off to a bit of a rough start. And she hadn't really interacted with someone of her (supposed) age before, so it was all plenty new for her. So she really didn't know where to start.

It wasn't until she went to class that she met a kid in the back row facing the window, who looked like he didn't want to be in this class either. And during attendance she learned that his name was Damian Wayne. Odd, wasn't that the name of that rich family that Sam talked (more like complained) about? Oh well, coincidence maybe.

Throughout the entire day, Dani would notice that if they had the same class, he would be looking in her direction for moments at a time.

It was about the last class of the day when Dani pieced together as to why he could be doing that.

Oh..

He was shy!

Well, Dani would make sure that wouldn't last long. And maybe he would approach her soon.

So every day, Dani would work on getting to know him better. Even when he would brush her off and try to make her go away. She was as stubborn as Danny for a reason!

When the two finally became friends and Dani told that her new friend invited her to her house and also offered her parents, she forgot on whether or not that was truly the rich Wayne she was supposed to stay away from.

Dani had spoken about her friend plenty of times, and all of her parents seemed to like him.

Danny laughed every time Dani spoke about doing something or possibly pranking Damian, thinking that she was doing good with socialization and that the kid had to enjoy their friendship to some degree.

Sam was a bit more cautious of the friend, asking more of his likes and dislikes. Was he really bullying Dani? Did he say anything mean to her? Did she have to go to the school and fight a kid? All and all, Dani slowly convinced her that Damian was a good kid and she let it be. Telling Sam that Damian was a vegan may or may not have helped.

Tucker was a bit more lenient than the other two. The kid was nice to her? Didn't bully her? He was smart and knew his way around tech? Good

But as they stood in front of Wayne Mansion dressed in their more casual clothes, they all thought that they should've asked more questions about Dani's friend.

(All in all: neither of them have truly interacted with someone their age, your honor.)

Confrontations, miscommunication, and possibly a lot of bonding could come from both sides, and I would love to see it!

[hazelfoureyes]

Angel’s Alastor

「Warnings/Promises: Angel x Alastor, bondage, rutting into beds, rutting into pants, Alastor keeps his dick in those pants, kisses, smooches, tentacle fucking, masturbation, cum eating implied??, karaoke reference」

Angel imagines Alastor is his co-star in a naughty film. Luckily he has just the toy to help him get into the scene.

MinoRS DNI 👨🏻‍🏭🙅🏻

The offer to fuck on camera was partly a joke and partly an invitation.

Angel had the ability to later say it was just self deprecating humor to even allude to wanting to fuck Alastor. The radio demon. The strawberry pimp.

What a laugh, Tall Dark and Creepy? Famously, whether he had a term for it or not, disinterested in sex?

When he stopped to think about, watching Alastor sip a whiskey and stare off into the void, what would that even look like?

Sex with Alastor, that is.

Angel watched his mouth part and peeked at his tongue. He sure did talk a lot, maybe his tongue had some skill. Wagging all day made for a strong muscle.

And he was strong. Not a hunk by any measure but he could tear apart airships and summon minions with a snap. Kinda hot. Power always added a level of attractiveness. 

Alastor’s ears … twitched. Perhaps a bug had landed on one. Angel’s head tilted a little as his eyes followed down Alastor’s long neck. Did he have chest fluff to match the ears? His happy trail… red? Black? What about his backside? A little tail?

Hooves…. Angel could take them or leave them. But he lingered at the calves and arms. Where he knew the black faded into the tan pallor of his face.  Did his cock fade too? A gradient Angel could squeeze and try to feel through his skin.

“What about you, Angel?”

“Oh fuck, I totally zoned out and forgot we were … we were doin’ something. Sorry Charlie.”

Charlie’s fingers templed, “We were having a conversation. About how you think redemption is going?”

Angel blinked away the tingle up his spine as Alastor’s attention turned to him, “Yeah that sounds great, sign me up okay? I’m headed out,  I gotta go for a walk or some shit.”

It was ‘some shit.’

A couple drinks, a few rounds of karaoke, and a quick make out session with a very generous stranger and Angel found Alastor had disappeared entirely. Until he curled into his bed to let the spinning room rock him to sleep.

And he wondered…

If Alastor was one of the guys in his shoots. The big bad who kidnapped him….

Angels arms were tied behind his back—

No, Angel stopped, Alastor would never go through the motions of tying someone up.

Angel's arms were held above his head and behind his back by writhing and curious black tentacles. A dark and smoky room, Alastor standing pretty as his shadows did all the work. 

“I’m going to need your cooperation, Angel Dust.”

Angel struggled, “Not a chance. Val would kill me and he’s a lot scarier than you.”

“Now now, you’ve barely let me explain the details.” Alastor took four swift and long strides to be within touching distance. “You report back what the Vees discuss. No theft, no clandestine recording devices.”

Alastor had to look up to meet Angel’s indignant gaze. 

“And what’s in it for me?” A smirk. 

“That depends, what do you want?” Alastor’s clawed hand touched his hip, “Anthony.”

Angel peeled off his shorts and vest. He’d found a fun narrative, one he wanted to see through. A hand wrapped around his still half soft cock and began gentle tugs.

“You don’t have what I want.” Angel bit his lip. He watched the radio demon’s brow arch, a challenge. “So why don’t you stop playin’ and either let me go or get your dick out.”

A laugh he’d heard a hundred times before bouncing off the walls he hadn’t bothered to imagine, “Dirty mouth for an ‘angel’.”

“Oh you don’t even know the half of what my mouth can do.” His tongue rolled out and beckoned Alastor closer, “And I ain’t no angel.”

His dark eyes stayed calm as new appendages began ripping off Angel’s clothes. “Oh that’s right. Angel Dust. You’re a drug. Cheap and addictive.”

“Aww and I thought you didn’t watch my movies!”

“I have no interest in filth.”

“You sure ‘bout that? Seem interested enough in  me.”

“You, Anthony, are not filth.” Alastor’s hand slid down Angel’s stomach, past his erection and balls. “You are art best seen up close. Intimate viewings only. Where patrons can take their time to admire the details.”

Alastor’s fingers pressed gently at Angel’s puckered hole. 

Angel tried to slow the prodding of his now lubed fingers at his entrance. Alastor would be frustratingly slow. But he wanted Alastor to rush in, to hurt him a little. But then why even think of him? Anyone could do that. Everyone does do that.

Alastor’s middle finger slipped in. Angel wanted a kiss, wanted anything more but the overlord didn’t allow him any movement.

A second finger. Quick and sloppy thrusts, poor preparation but more than some. A third finger, Angel moaned Alastor’s name. 

Once he started he couldn’t stop, “Alastor. Alastor. Alastor!” Every time he said it louder it made his fingers feel like they could truly belong to Alastor. Leaking and fully erect, his dick was pulsing in reply.

“Oh fuck, Alastor. I know you have more for me. Come on, daddy.” Angel’s ass was rocking against those quick fingers. “Gimme more. Ya can’t break me.”

A wicked grin, Alastor’s free hand coming to rake through Angel’s chest fluff, “Oh, I absolutely can. But, luckily for you, I’m not interested in seeing you in pieces.”

Three fingers slipping in and out with slicked ease, Angel rummaged in his side drawer feeling around for the shape he was seeking. Tongue out with concentration until he felt the little bumps and the curve he needed. 

He’d rarely used the tentacle dildo, but suddenly it seemed like a very convenient purchase. The tip was so thin, the base so wide. 

From point a to b, Angel lost track of the storyline. He just needed to skip ahead, quick fingers to hungry tentacles working in time with the real life toy. A taper that allowed Alastor to reach deeply but still stretch his hole with enough burn to keep Angel’s attention on where they connected. Could Alastor feel him? How much was he able to sense through his shadow appendages?

His face didn’t let on, no slip of what he was feeling. 

Angel’s soul was his own when outside of Val’s studio, time he’d happily sell to Alastor to see the man so much as break a sweat. But he could, at least in his head.

“Would it kill ya to kiss me?” Angel wished he could hide his need better but even in his dreams he was melting for a chance to feel Alastor. Skin to skin, wet warmth anywhere on him. “I could make ya see stars behind your eyelids.”

A hum, hand slipping up his neck and to his jaw, “Dear I don’t need to close my eyes to see a star.” Angel held his breath as Alastor leaned in, a slow tilt of his head threatening to pull another moan from him. His eyes closed and he waited for that feeling of soft lips against his.

And he waited.

With a huff he opened his eyes to complain about the hold up, but his words got caught in his throat when he saw the expression on Alastor’s face. Knitted brows and heated cheeks, he’d never seen such a needy look.

A look that twisted back to its usual smirk when a thrust into Angel pulled a shocked whine from the spider demon. Even in his dreams he would be made to beg. 

“Do ya want my help or not?” His voice was huskier than before, struggling to keep his reactions to a minimum. 

“Oh? A kiss is all it costs? There’s the cheap part.”

“And I’ll show ya the addictive part if ya hurry up already.” Maybe Alastor was loosening the restraints, maybe Angel was just adept at escapes, but he managed to pull a hand free. 

Grabbing hold of the smaller demon by the ear he pulled Alastor into a kiss. 

Another moan. He felt the heat of the blush reaching his own ears; it was just a kiss. But it made him twitch at the idea. Even as the long black toy bottomed out, his mind was on the ghostly pair of lips he could almost feel. 

Like a man with time to kill, Alastor didn’t let Angel slip his tongue in until he heard the hunger in his breaths. And as Angel’s tongue reached deeper into his mouth, so did the tentacle in him. His knees began shaking, finally both holes full of Alastor. 

Angel’s tongue danced behind his teeth, going through the motions. He wanted more friction. Rolling onto his stomach, Angel began rutting into his bed. 

Alastor pulled him close, grinding his crotch into Angel’s leaking cock. Every roll of his hips pulled a gasp from the porn star.

“You're gonna get your pants all dirty.” Angel’s mouth left Alastor’s long enough to comment but Alastor’s leaned back and out of reach when he tried to return.

“Hmm, I’ll have to make you lick them clean after.”

Angel’s head fell back, he gripped the toy with five fingers around the base and pumped it in and out. Every return to his tight heat seemed to stretch him a little wider, prod new depths no dick had ever managed to reach before.

If it wasn’t Alastor, he’d be scared. But the two hands holding his hips in place as his precum was smeared into the overlord’s pants felt like a safety net. Alastor wouldn’t go too far. He was a master at pushing limits and that was it.

Angel’s mouth hung open, drool sliding down his chin as his hips picked up speed. A hand came between his legs and began stroking his shaft. He wanted to cum.

He needed to cum. He dropped his head back down and let his free hand slide across the lapels of Alastor’s suit.

Twisting the toy, he hit it.

“There!! You’re hitting my spot. Don’t stop.” Angel’s body shook. The radio demon grabbed him gently by the neck and gave a testing squeeze. 

Angel’s hand tightened slightly on his throat. Just enough to make the pressure in his head become noticeable. 

“Alastor please, I’m close. Don’t stop, don’t ya dare fuckin’ stop,” his slit was sliding across the precum soaked fabric. It was rough, but made him cry as he grew harder and more sensitive. “Gonna cum soon.”

His cock was still rubbing into his silky blanket despite his hand’s direct help. He pulled a throw pillow into his mouth and screamed. Every ounce of his brain’s focus went to his dick and caused his hand to slow the thrusts into himself.

He was pulled into a breath stealing kiss. With Alastor’s mouth on him again, exhales across his skin, Angel came with a cry. Alastor’s tentacle buried deep in him as his cock pulsed lines of semen across the demon's pants.

Angel‘s hips kept thrusting, smearing his seed into the blanket and across his knuckles. He took his hand off the toy and let the spasms of his twitching hole push it out and back onto the bed. 

Alastor’s tongue swiped up Angel’s lips. He didn’t stop rubbing his lap into the groaning demon even as his tentacles all withdrew. Angel fell to his knees before long and thin fingers pulled his chin up.

“Now, lick.”

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[gatitties]

The truth

—Yandere!Bonten x motherly!reader (platonic)

—Summary: an accident makes you more aware of reality even though you already knew it, but what can someone like you do?

—Warnings: blood, kidnapping, obsession, toxic behaviors, harassment

I never thought this would go so far as to have five parts but... here we are! 🫣 (maybe this part is a bit long, srry)

@boycigs there you go!! 🫶🏻

Part one / Part two / Part three / Part four

You fumbled with the wall for the light switch, your tired eyes playing with you and making you almost trip over a blanket that had been thrown on the floor.

You yawned stretching your back, you had been working on some files that Kokonoi asked you to correct, you fell asleep without dinner and your stomach decided to wake you up at this time of night.

Luckily you had some leftovers from today's lunch, everyone had come to eat despite it being your 'day off', but since they had been busy with work more than usual lately, they couldn't spend as much time with you as they would like, although that didn't stop them from hiding cameras in your apartment to check that everything was okay from time to time.

A knock at the door made you frown, remembering the first time you met Sanzu. You walked slowly, expecting to run into him, or even one of the Haitani brothers who ran brothels near the area, it wouldn't be the first time they've come home drunk after a good night.

When you opened it, confusion flooded your face, there was no one there, not a note, nothing, you thought that maybe you were still too sleepy and you had hallucinated, or maybe it was some late-night teenager making a joke. You shrugged shutting to go back to your dinner, but before you knew it or could make a move something hit you in the back of the neck, knocking you unconscious, the last thing you saw was a few blurry faces, but none you knew in the slightest.

Panic, panic was the first thing Mochizuki experienced when he saw the recordings from the cameras installed in your house. He had to do a checkup the next morning and just seeing how careless they had been to let that trash kidnap you made his thoughts turn to disgust and guilt.

Not even five minutes after seeing that, all the executives were gathered in their meeting room, no matter where they were, they all got there instantly upon answering Mochi's call.

"And if I pause right here..." Mochi stopped the video just as two men lifted your unconscious body "this guy here, on his neck, his tattoo is from another band."

"Those bastards have been giving us so much trouble lately, I'm looking forward to seeing blood drain from their brains."

Sanzu slammed both hands on the table, completely irritated and concerned for your well-being, he was controlling his urge to go looking for you only because Mikey had remained silent with a blank stare throughout the entire meeting.

The Haitani brothers were already warming up to fight, Takeomi was mobilizing some men to search your apartment for clues while Koko and Kakucho were trying to find where your chip signal was. Yes, although unknown to you, they decided to insert a tracking chip into you a while ago just to know where you were when they couldn't be around.

The signal was bad, either because you were too far away from their location or because you were somewhere underground, which didn't help much. They were all probably on the verge of hysteria, the search wasn't going fast enough as they'd like and it only made their mood worse.

It took at least five days for them to come up with any solid leads to your whereabouts, the worst five days of their existence, the poor people or employees who will come across any of them probably aren't alive anymore. Mikey locked himself in and refused to come out unless they heard from you, he barely ate and his sleep schedule got even worse.

"Are you sure it's there?"

"Yes, several of our men have seen these guys with the same tattoo come and go, it doesn't appear to be their central base but it's hidden enough to carry out kidnappings."

Takeomi pointed to a warehouse on the outskirts of the city, everyone mobilized to go there immediately, even Mikey and Kokonoi, who didn't usually get their hands dirty with this kind of work, decided to go.

As for you... it was confusing the first day you woke up, the feeling of a gun pointed at your head became familiar as did the ropes on your wrists and ankles. Your reaction upon seeing the criminals was to release an inaudible sigh, without fear or surprise, your state was neutral.

You knew it, you knew that sooner or later this was going to happen, as much as your guys will try to hide you from problems with other mafias, there are always some leaks, and playing with loved ones from enemy gangs is the easiest card to play to threaten. Although in this case they didn't even have time to issue a threat to Bonten when they had already been threatened by your kidnapping.

The following days were threats to your people to try to get information that could put Bonten in trouble, as well as planning to move to another of their hideouts, however you were unaware of most of the things that Bonten did, although you were their secretary, you were only in charge of planning schedules and correcting some superficial reports from Kokonoi, you were not much help to these scoundrels.

"Damn! I don't understand how they could have protected you so much if you're just a useless old woman, you're useless! Why the hell do those guys hold you in such high esteem...?"

In the outburst of anger as he took it out on you, the sound of his hand slamming into your cheek sounded as the door above fell off its hinges.

"Boss, we have a prob-!"

The eye of the man who was coming down the stairs was blown out thanks to a bullet, landing right between your feet, you closed your eyes and, no matter if you don't believe in any god or anything, you prayed, not for you, but for what all these people did not suffer such a painful death.

You knew what Bonten men were capable of, at first you thought you were exaggerating, but that was the truth and at times, it terrified you. You were terrified to think of all the lives that left this world just because of you, your boys were more than gangsters, more than just criminals, they were monsters looking for any excuse to kill, and you were that excuse.

You knew that there was nothing in this world that would make you reverse time to the point of not having helped that drunk guy at the door of your house, you knew that nothing would make all those men leave your side because of showing your kindness, you knew that no kind of therapy could help such rotten minds at this point, so you could only swallow, as scared as you were, as much as your legs trembled, you had chosen this path yourself and you had to accept it.

"Mom..."

Your breath quickened slightly as you felt Sanzu's cold hand resting on your cheek, you slowly opened your eyes to see pure relief reflected in his, ignoring the bloodstains on his clothes and face, and even ignoring the blood he was leaving on your face, you smiled at him.

"I'm fine guys, I'm… fine."

You had to swallow and avoid getting dizzy from the smell of oxide in the place, your memories are blurry when you try to remember when you left there, you remember seeing many practically mutilated bodies, a river of blood and many arms holding your body as if you were going to disintegrate at that precise moment.

After you were rescued, you spent at least two days in a hospital at Kokonoi's request to see that you didn't have any injuries, everyone turned to you with questions about how you were doing, especially mentally.

It became suffocating, the amount of attention you received after that event, made you understand that, from now on, you could not have a single moment for yourself, no matter the job, the time or the place, you will always have one of them on top of you to keep an eye on you.

It doesn't matter if you complain, the truth, which you had to accept once again, is that nothing but death could separate you from these men, because they were not willing to let you go, ever. But the worst of all is that you accepted it, you accepted your fate, a fate that was sealed a long time ago, you accepted that you lived with monsters, that you helped and treated horrible people like completely sane people, but, an ordinary person like you, no could change anything.

"How long until the cake is ready?"

"Don't be impatient Rin, it's only been in the oven for five minutes."

"That's already a long time..."

"Shut up, you're always so impatient!"

"Are you looking for a fight!?"

"Kakucho, could you...?"

A nod from him made you sigh in relief, breaking up the Haitani brothers' fight as you sat at the table with the others who were talking about random topics. You stared into your teacup, your blank stare imagining imaginary scenes of another lifestyle in the steaming liquid.

"Are you ok? You seem distracted."

You looked at Kokonoi, keeping your gaze off without focusing on his face, you nodded with a slight smile when you saw that everyone had shut up to look at you.

"Yeah, I just didn't sleep well today."

"We'll buy a new bed then."

"I did not mean that..."

And like many things in your current life, your opinion was thrown away just to bring you more 'comfort'. You had no power and that was the absolute truth, nothing could change at this point.

[yandere-kokeshi]

Yandere König x Reader pls? Take all the time you need.

Warnings: yandere behavior and mention of murderer/violence.

A/N: Sorry, this took so long, I've been having writing block these past few days; hope you enjoy reading :].

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König as your obsessed beloved, is quite shy. Obsessive and heads-over-heels for you in every aspect possible. Massive stalker, and tends to cling to you like a koala whenever you’re around.

Whilst this giant isn’t the most sociable to be around, it’s likely that both of you met while connecting through the KorTac team, making you the new guy to the team. Which, at first, is awkward.

But the minute the team introduces you, König is immediately infatuated with you, head over heels for you; his hazel eyes throwing a rare connection as he follows your form, watching you do your work from afar/or close up.

You were absolutely a definition of a deity, maybe an angel in disguise– all he cared about was how different you were and how his eyes followed your trail like a dog.

Now, it’s possible that you were a medic. A kind and sweet doc that’s always made him blush with your gentle and scarred hands working on his wounds after missions or taking the chance to be shown around the campus; which, he’s grateful for.

Although, you might’ve been a good sniper too — an amazing eagle-eye soldier who knew what they were doing, something he admired. Though, something stood out for you.

Maybe it was the mask you wore, in and out of the battlefield, or possibly the fact you always went out of your way to talk with the Austrian giant; yelling across the field while jogging up to meet him.

At first, it was uncomfortable. He responds with too formal expressions and goes as far as not to look you in the eye. But, the more you spent time with him, he slowly opened up, allowing you to train with him, throwing glances your way, and partnering up on gunning away at the shooting range while the two of you talked about your past/or present.

His obsessiveness really starts to show the minute he sees you get a bit close with your other teammates, whether that’s Nikto, Zero, or his best mate, Horangi. In many sense, König is possessive, but in a sense of needing to keep you safe.

Jealousy lingered off of him, steaming smoke as if he were a dragon. Dark eyes are becoming murderous and intentionally ruin the conversation as soon as he sees them pat you on the back or give you a tightly-squeezed hug.

This would make your interactions more frequent— after every mission, he’s following you like a puppy following its parents until they agree to lay down with them. But, he’s awkwardly suggesting that the two of you should eat somewhere or go into the training grounds to work with each other.

Now, it’s likely you’re not a shy or anxious person, but that doesn't stop him from being with you 24/7, being glued to your side out in public. And he has his powers. His height and dangerous accent keep people away

König despises leaving you alone, even letting you use the bathroom; he has to follow you around, wait outside, and possibly lay against the wall as he stares down at people.

Now, König isn’t one to kidnap, not only is he a horrible liar, but he may fear you’ll hate him; no longer wanting to be around him or see him as a person you can go to if you have problems with.

Though, that doesn’t mean he will guilt-trip you into staying with him on a rare day off you have with him. Do you wanna leave and visit your family? Why should you? Don’t you think you should spend your time with him, lying on his chest while the two of you watch TV, no? You’re just breaking his heart, deary.

Heading to the coffee shop to meet up with a friend? Why don't you let him come, yeah? He only wants to make sure you are safe and okay!

But, if you insist on him not coming? That’s fine. This man is surprisingly stealthy, even with his size. Of course, not without your knowledge, he had put a tracking device on you, somewhere where you won’t find out.

He really tries going through the normal route, whisking you off your feet to fall in love with him. He wants you to be just as heart-eyed as he is to you. Which means he buys anything he believes you’ll love.

He takes you out on a few dates, trying to keep out of public ones. But every know and again, he will do so.

Finally, he confesses– showing his scarred face and pretty hazel eyes that make you feel more captured. He stutters, hands sweating and picking at his nails as he expresses he wants you by himself. And when you agree? He’s so thankful for you.

König rushes you to move into his apartment, ensuring he’ll take care of everything. Buying a large-king sized bed so it won’t break when you two sleep or going out of his way to get a guard dog for safety. He wants you safe. That’s all he wants, okay?

Speaking of severe safety, the shared home is littered with all kinds of cameras, including detection and listening devices. You won’t know about it until you really pay attention.

Affection with König is pretty touch-starved on his part; seeking the need to touch you, or have you touch him, no matter how small. But, he also feels and believes he’s a nuisance for asking for a hug or kiss, which leads to you dragging on most of the affection until he becomes comfortable.

König deeply appreciates when you give him back rubs. Feeling your fingers dragging along his back, massaging into his thick and tense muscles, it makes him re-love you all over again.

It’s no surprise that, despite his height, König with loved ones is a gentle giant. However, the minute he senses your safety is being threatened or visibly sees someone is making you uncomfortable, his social anxiety gets thrown out the window, and his instinct of finishing a mission kicks in.

Whether that’s willing to beat a drunkard, threaten someone to back off, or simply stand behind you; he makes sure you always feel safe and welcome in his presence.

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My Affection

You were walking into your home per usual, it was a bit late since you hung out with your friends after school, while walking in your mother should’ve had dinner almost ready, your father sitting on the couch watching tv in the living room. A normal day…

Your ex boyfriend Scaramouche, he was the perfect boyfriend at first, always giving you your needs, spending time with you, calling you, you know the stuff you’d want in a relationship, you knew he was loyal…. But he was too possessive, he’s always adjusting his schedule to meet yours, it’s not a problem but sometimes you wonder and ask, he’d always get offended asking why can’t he be around you, he is your boyfriend after all… Then he started getting irritated whenever you wanted to hang out with your friends during lunch or after school. He started to get mad when you interacted with other people, it got to the point he’d get mad at you for talking to your family! Snatching your phone whenever your on a call with someone just to see who your talking too, he was getting disrespectful now…. Always telling you that you only need him, and you shouldn’t spend your time on other people but him, it’s like he expected you to actually keep up with this… He was pushing the relationship fast, too fast to your liking. So you ended it with him, it overwhelmed you.

Scaramouche didn’t take this lightly obviously, first he tried winning you over just with him, he goes up to you talking to you as if you are still together?? He even tried giving you a forehead kiss, but you kept denying him, you know better. gotta stand on business 🙎🏽‍♀️

This makes him mad, why are you being so stubborn? it’s not like he cheated on you, why are you acting like this? You don’t even want his kisses? You even started ignoring him.. how dare you, who do you think you are?

Raging thoughts cloud Scaramouche each time he makes an effort to get you back, only to get nothing. 

He needed to show you he wants you back, he starts following you to convince you to get back together with him, he did it multiple times at school, and he started doing it outside of school! Even when your out with your parents when your alone for a moment he just suddenly comes up to you… it’s like he’s everywhere….

A few days ago you were talking to your friends, Scara walked over and pulled you from your friends conversation, took you to a far away tree behind the school and he started threatening you, telling you if you didn’t get back together with him he’d kill your family, and kidnap you, that he’s tired of playing these “games” with you. All while getting in your face to prove his point.

This was crazy, you pushed him off of you and told him off, telling him you’ll never get back with him and to fuck off.

You walked off angry.

But truthfully, he was furious, outraged even. 

This scared you but you never took him serious , what causes someone to say this…?

You close your front door, went you take off your shoes. When you walk in you instead hear silence, you set you bag down near the hallway and head to the kitchen, you don’t see your mom? Maybe she’s at the store..? Weird… Nothing made, nothing was touched, you walk toward the living room seeing a red splash on the side wall, confused you get to the living room you see your parent dead, slaughtered, massacred, murdered.

You stare wide eye silent for about 30 seconds, then screaming and dropping to the floor crying, you take out your phone to call 911, while trying to check if your parents are okay, getting blood all over your hands and shirt… But you start to feel faint, seeing a purple smoke appear in the room, soon your knocked unconscious….

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You start to wake up…. “Where am i…?” you think to yourself, you hear water droplets, and slight moving, your in water? warm water… it’s quiet relaxing, slowly you open your eyes… The bathroom is mesmerizing, it’s a blue and white marble wall paper and it has dim lights, much to your liking… Which is weird…

“oh… your finally up..?”

you get startled, scara was bathing with you?

“You smell so nice… i missed you y/n…”

He kissed your neck tenderly while his hands crept up to your boobs massaging both of them, he chuckled feeling your arch a bit.

“Calm down im just washing you…”

“Shut up… don’t touch me!” 

You try to move away but your still weak? You can barely lift up your arm, you can only really stay on scara…

He stops kissing your neck and instead reaches one of his hands for a scrub, taking some coconut scented body wash and gently washing your skin. You frown at this, why is he taking care of you, if only he knew how much he irritated you… Him still slightly caressing you’re other boob…

“This is our first time…. Taking a bath together, i’ve always looked forward to doing this with you.”

Scaramouche confessed, which angered you.

you decide to stay silent, he doesn’t deserve your words or attention.

“That day i threatened you, you left your phone on the bench. You know i think it’s cute you still have my birthday as your password..”

Your surprised…. That means he.. That’s why he threatened you that day…?

Scara chuckles feeling you tense. 

“What i don’t think is cute is that you were texting another guy, really y/n? Did you really think you were gonna to move on? He’ll never be able to handle you.. Why would you ever leave me…”

He continued to wash you though a little rougher and fast… He was clearly getting angry… Your definitely not going to worsted the situation by barking back… Choosing to stay silent you wait for what he’ll say next…

“You weren’t understanding, i’ve did everything for you, i’ve only ever looked out for you, and this is how i get treated? You were supposed to come back with me the first time i asked you, but you so stubborn and let it escalate to this..”

He lets go of the scrub and it floats on top of the water, he grips your waist and turns you around, when you look at him he looks mad, your nervous. 

He brings his hand to your cheek caressing it

“Your staying here for now on, you can’t go out anymore, you have to prove your obedience if you want to live a normal life, to finish school, you know.”

what? you can’t sit here and not say anything.

“G-Get away! You killed my parents! And you think i would-“

“Get over it. Your parents are dead they lived a pathetic life” Scara coldly said.

You sharply inhale, how dare he? He doesn’t understand how much you loved them. Soon you feel your eyes tear up.

Scara rolls his eyes “You’ll get over it”

He looks at you and slightly smirks.

“You know i’ve never seen you cry before… Your eyelashes are pretty long, you cry a lot?”

Its like he’s taunting you. 

“Hey hey it’s a joke don’t cry more… Listen if your worried it not gonna hurt you..”

he got closer to you, sorta sitting in your lap, looking down on you.

“Its been a while since we did anything intimate…”

Really? He’s bringing up being intimate? He clearly doesn’t take you serious. 

“no i’m mourning, don’t rush me”

you heard him make a “tch” sound, instead he placed his head on your shoulder. and wrapped his arms around your waist 

“fine i wont…”

Its silent… 

“i missed you… i missed this”

You wanna make a big sigh, maybe it’ll make him drown you.

Trying to think back how normal your life was before, wondering if you took it for granted, and got this for being selfish or wanting more… Missing your dear parents… Wondering if all those times you spent being mean to them was worth it. You stare at the water lost in thought just wondering what will happen now your in this situation. knowing you can’t escape it. Or Scara…

Moments pass and your pulled out your thoughts as he suddenly gets up, he gets out the tub and puts a towel around his waist.

Its not like he’s not hot, but he’s a bad person, and this is a pretty fucked up situation, anyways you didn’t look at him as he got out, wanting to give him privacy despite him going through your phone while you two weren’t together…

“Be ready for dinner at 12:30, your outfit is picked out already, we’re eating your favorite” 

he saids while washing his face in the sink.

You nod and he takes your answer and leaves the bathroom… You don’t feel as weak anymore, so you get out and dry yourself, what time is it? And why is dinner so late? Whatever, you wonder what type of clothes he got you…

To your surprise it’s fresh new clothes he bought you. Its just a simple matching shirt and shorts, he also got you basic white garments, with a tiny pink ribbon bot in the middle of both the clothing, it’s cute. just to your liking… Which is weird, he knows a lot about you more than yourself… Anyways you brush your teeth wash your face, your ready… you got this for sure, what could go bad ?

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ermmm end 😝 ? or maybe part 2 👻

i’m good at writing and coming up w good story’s but when it’s like i actually gotta wrote a part2 or sum it just be like what am i gon come up w next, this story is kidna random but lmk if y’all like it 💃🏽 no specific age i’m just going by mine. proofread but not at the same time

also idk what title i should make this 😭?

[summermp3]

"𝖨'𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇" (𝗆𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗇!𝖾𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋)

→ in which you and Eddie become rivals after an illegal street race led to you breaking an arm and being locked up for a few months, what happens when he see's you again at one of the biggest races of his life?

Chapter one: DAY ONE

→ wordcount: 1.5k (chapters will get longer!)

→ warnings: Strong language, past childhood trauma, parental abuse, reader goes to prison for a little, reader crashes on her motorcycle, eventual smut, minors dni

→ Pairings: modern!streetracer!eddie x streetracer!fem!reader

not proof-read, sowwy i tired (take pity)

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DAY ONE:

It wasn’t like you had been in jail for years, only a few months…ever since you’d been caught at a street race, you’d dreamt of going back to do it all over again.

Well.

Maybe without the jail part.

The first thing you wanted to do, was get a drink. With very limited money to your name and an expired license, there weren’t many places you could afford or get to…A bar downtown called ‘Poor Richard’s’ was where you ended up, walking in the bar was full of biker men, couples, and soloists.

It would do.

“Can I have a vodka tonic please” your voice came out shrill, having not said anything all day? “Seven bucks” the bartender responded, sliding the glass over to you.

Giving him ten, simply telling him to keep the change. You downed the whole thing in a short gulp!

“Tough day?” Spoke a voice from next to you, a young man probably the same age is not younger. He dressed in jeans and a button-up and seemed to be buying a drink, but the thing he must’ve spent the most time on…was his hair.

“Something like that.” You turned to face him.

“Nice hair.” Your eyebrows move up in surprise. "Don’t diss the hair; some would even say it’s my best feature.” He tilts towards a group of young women and men as he says.

“It certainly is” You smiled, he smirked in reply.

“Want to come have a drink with us? Could use the new company.” After the bartender got him a drink, he turned to walk over.

“Promise you won’t kidnap me?” Stupid joke.

“I can promise, but I can’t speak for them.” It’s okay, he thought it was funny.

God, you need to learn how to socialize again.

As you and…whatever his name was, headed towards the group, they seemed to notice the new addition you made.

“Guys this is…uh.”

“Y/N..”

The next few minutes were spent with you greeting everyone, and then your eyes landed. Him.

“That’s Eddie” he reached his hand out, littered with rings and even smaller tattoos. Why had he looked so familiar? “Uh-yeah, Y/N” you greeted shaking his hand…rough upon your soft one.

“So mystery girl, where were you before this?” Eddie sighed, patting the seat next to him which you took happily. “Well, I’ve been…” all eyes on you.

“I’ve been out of town, I actually don’t live here.” What an absolute lie. But what else were you supposed to say? That you just got out of prison? Yeah, no.

“What town are you from?” Nancy asks a nice woman you’d immediately like upon meeting. “I’m actually from Seattle.” As if.

Chatter went by for hours, and laughing for hours, maybe getting friends wouldn’t be too awful. Eventually, people started leaving, but not before exchanging numbers to “hang out again soon” as Steve had put it.

That just left one problem, you don’t have an apartment anymore.

And eventually, it was just you and Eddie.

“Why haven’t you left yet?” You asked, sipping another vodka and tonic Robin had bought for you. “Why haven’t you?” He said back, turning to you with a rattle of his necklace. “I…I will.” You awkwardly smile.

His eyes squinted. “You don’t have a place.”

You do, you just really don’t wanna go back.

“Whattttt—ha of course I do-“ you tried arguing.

“No, you don’t.

“I do”

“I thought you just moved here.” Eddie tilted his head, “I still have a place.”

If you had to guess, you’d say Eddie Munson isn’t a fan of you. Although you couldn’t say why he might’ve felt this way.

“If you say so, I might see you soon yeah?” Eddie stood up. Walking away with not another glance at you, yeah, he definitely didn’t like you.

Taking a quick glance at the clock, 2am. Maybe it was time to go home.

Walking outside the bar, you found Eddie hadn’t gone anywhere yet and seemed to actually be waiting for you.

“If you have a place, let me drive you there.” He was calling your bluff. “That’s not necessary.” You try, “it’s the middle of the night, you’re a woman. I'm sure you can see where I’m going with this.” He wasn’t wrong, unfortunately.

“Okay fine, I will let you drive me to the street—“

“No, exact house.”

“What why?” You cross your arms over your chest. “Do you have a house?” He asks for what feels like the one-hundredth time.

“I already told you, yes.” Technically not a lie..?

“Okay, let me take you there.” He pulls a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket. “What if I don’t want you to know my address?”

He shrugs. “I don’t care if you don’t want me to know.”

“Aren’t you a charmer?”

“My mother used to say so.” He smirks, bringing the lighter to his lips.

“Oh yeah? She’s a liar.” You smile back.

Eddie’s smile quickly fell, “sensitive topic?” You say apologetically, “Just a little” he muttered.

“I know the feeling.” You attempt to cheer him up, not wishing to explain anything else.

“You can crash at my place.” He offers, going to turn around once again. “Eddie that’s really not necessary.”

“Just take the offer and be grateful I didn’t kill you and dump your body in a river.” Eddie watches as your face falters, and you take a step back.

“I wouldn’t actually do that, but you had to think if I would didn’t you? This proves my point on how dangerous it is to be out this late"

What a dick.

“I hate you.” No, you don’t.

“Aw, how awful. I’ll be sure to cry about it later.” He rolls his eyes, sighing sarcastically.

“Fine, one night.” You groan. “Good, that’s all you were getting anyway.” He smirks again. Walking towards the car park, you quickly catch up.

“So, where is your car?” The air begins to get colder and you cannot wait to get into a warm vehicle. “At home.”

“What?”

“I took my bike.” He gestures towards the helmet in his hand, how hadn’t you noticed? Maybe too busy staring into his eyes perhaps?

Yeah right.

He picks up on your nervousness, “Never been on the back of a motorcycle?” Eddie holds the helmet out towards you. “You’re driving, you need the helmet.” You decline the helmet.

“I’ve ridden many times without a helmet” so have you.

Deciding to just give up for the night, you accept the helmet. “Please don’t hit any bumps.” You ask, “That’s always the goal.” Eddie put his hair up in a ponytail, sitting on his motorcycle waiting for you to get behind him.

“Want some help?” His head turns in your direction, where you had just been staring at him for a few minutes. “Uh no, I just.”

“You promise you won’t kill me?” He laughs, a genuine cackle from the man. It made you feel proud.

“Yeah, I promise…for now, get on” he lets out a hand, helping you mount the bike. However, you don’t accept his helping hand instead you mount the bike yourself, arms latching around him.

“Done this before?” His tongue reaches to lick his lips. “Not exactly..”

“That’s okay, I’ll go slow” he stays reaching to slide in the key. “It’s more dangerous if you go slow.” You groan. “Obviously I know that.” Eddie shakes his head.

The rumble of the engine is nostalgic, a sound you hadn’t heard in so many months the rattle of the bike was a feeling that made you shiver in excitement.

Even though the ride was short, it was enough to fill you with glee.

Eddie pulled into an apartment building and parked his bike in the street. He thinks about offering you a handoff but doesn’t.

“Okay, rules.” You groan, “What am I twelve?” You ask.

“Don’t touch my stuff, don’t snoop through my stuff, and don’t break the first two rules.” Eddie slides the helmet off your head, holding it in his left hand.

“So many rules about your stuff, why? Are they cursed?” You walk towards the complex entrance, “you won’t wanna find out.”

You and Eddie enter the building, going up a few flights of stairs to floor five and immediately opening the door. “You didn’t lock the door?” You smile.

He ignores you anyway.

His house is cleaner than expected, with posters and bookshelves full of figurines and books. You sit on the plush couch, immediately sighing in pleasure.

So much better than prison mattresses.

“If you need me, come get me.” He points down the hall and you're grateful he offered and didn’t just walk away leaving you alone.

“Hey Eddie” he stops walking, not daring to turn around, but you know he’s listening.

“Yeah?”

“This means a lot to me.” No way you were about to cry in front of this man…

“Goodnight sweetheart.” Then he’s gone, you can't help but almost miss his company.

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[peaches-cs]

Expresso(John Soap MacTavish x Reader)

Summary: Johnny will be the first to admit that after years in the military he has a few screws loose. Or it might’ve been because of the bullet wound he took to the head. Sure he knows what he’s doing isn’t healthy. Call it obsession and delusion if you will. But, now he’ll do anything just to spend another second in your company. You belongs to him, you just don’t know it yet.

Warnings: John Soap MacTavish x reader, 18 +, Dark mature themes, unhealthy relationships, gore, violence, eventual smut(may have Non-Con), Dub-Con, kidnapping, stalking, creepy behaviors, death, F.Reader, Café AU but dark and twisted

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Part 2

You’ve been feeling off today. Even just walking in the street, you keep having that gut sensation that someone is following you. Yet every time you look around the shop, the book store, or the street there’s never anyone there. You’re getting that same spine tingling feeling just sitting in your apartment.

You can’t even focus on your book. With a frustrated sigh, you snap it shut and set it down on the coffee table in front of you. Maybe it’s time for some sleep. You stand up from the couch, grab your phone, and walk to the bedroom. Once inside, you close the door behind you and flicker on the lamp on top your night stand where you place your phone down.

Glancing at your dresser as you walk over to it, you notice that your underwear drawer is left wide open. A shudder rolls down your body. Wasn’t that closed when you came home? You haven’t touched that drawer since this morning before your daily shower and you were sure you closed it.

Your heart hammers in your chest. In the corner of your eye, you notice that your closet is cracked open too. It’s dark inside. All of a sudden, you get very nervous. For sure you know you closed it all the way earlier.

Very slowly, you creep towards your closet with bated breath. Right when you’re about to grab the handle, a loud ping from your phone makes you yelp and turn around to your nightstand. You instantly forget about the closet when your screen lights up with a text.

You quickly walk over to it and open the device. A small smile forms on your lips when you notice it’s a text from Johnny. The man’s been working with you for a little more than two weeks now. He’s been helping out a lot with Aiden on vacation. Johnny has yet to meet your coworker and friend.

Johnny: What’s your favorite doughnut flavor?

It’s hard not to become friends with Johnny. He’s a sweet guy, very friendly and caring. Not to mention he wasn’t lying about being a fast learner. His adjustment to the job was amazing. He genuinely seems to like being a barista and he’s good at it. His social nature does wonders with the customers, especially with the older women who come in for their morning cup. Your thumbs type back a fast response.

You: You’ve got to stop spoiling me like this

He’s been bringing you little treats even though you literally work at a café that has pastries. Every morning Johnny has something for the two of you to share. Sadie’s taken a big liking to him too. They get along like grandmother and grandson. It’s adorable to be honest.

Johnny: I love spoiling you ;)

Johnny: tell me what you want lass

You laugh softly and text him back what flavors you prefer before thanking him. He's charming, that's for sure. But, you know his type. Flirty, mischievous, and pretty. You know he’s trouble, probably a player. So, you never take his flirting seriously.

You put your phone on the charger and then head to the bathroom to go do your nightly routine. After fifteen minutes, you exit and enter your bedroom once again. A gasp comes from your lips when you see the closet door is now fully shut. Okay, You know for a fact you didn’t close it.

“Oh fuck…” You mutter and decide to just rip open the closet door, only to find no one inside of there. Your heart pounds in your chest. After this, your paranoia spikes and you search around your entire apartment. No one. Nothing. No signs of anyone having broken in. No other things out of place. Are you going crazy? Maybe…you just need sleep.

After rubbing your eyes, you retreat back into your bedroom for the night and shut the door behind you. Needless to say, sleep does not come easy at all.

——————

“Donnae take this the wrong way lass, but yeh look tired” Johnny frowns a bit when he sees you the next morning. You’re slumped over the counter as you wait for the morning rush to come. It’s always quiet when you first open. The rush hour begins at 7 AM and lasts through 10 AM. “Yer practically a representation for the livin dead”

“I feel like I’ve been hit by a bus, I honestly had trouble falling asleep last night” You take a bite out of one of the doughnuts he brought you. Apparently he made them himself. His mother taught him how to bake. This flavor is glazed, the white and translucent frosting tastes a bit different from other glazed doughnuts- a bit tangy with the after taste. Still, it’s good and you eat the whole thing.

As you consume the treat, Johnny stares at you intently. You swear you could see him shiver and his skin flush a bit. His pupils are dilated too. “And why’s tha?” He asks and leans against the counter with his massive forearms.

“Just one of those nights where I was tossing and turning…” You drift off, not sure of how to explain to Johnny that your underwear drawer was left open and in the morning after you shut it, you realized three pairs were missing. The whole closet incident freaked you the fuck out. How do you tell someone those things without seeming dramatic? Sure they were small occurrences, but they really scared you.

“Common bonnie, you can talk to me. What’s goin on?” He gives you that puppy dog eyed stare. God that face is enough to make anyone crumble. You’ve known Johnny for two weeks, working with him every day since he was hired. He stays after his shift is over to just…hang out with you. It’s safe to say that he’s made his way to being one of your friends by now. You bite your lip in thought before sighing.

“I’ve been feeling like I’m being watched” You say honestly and frown at Johnny tiredly. “The past few weeks this has been happening…little weird things are going missing in my house and…I just don’t feel safe” You let out a shaky breath. “The worst part is it isn’t anything like huge enough to get the police involved…maybe I’m just going crazy” Your trembling a bit while you speak, your nerves frazzled.

Johnny nods his head. There’s no look of judgment, nothing of the sort. He places a hand on your upper back and gives it a rub. “Damn bonnie, I believe yeh” He assures. “I’ll protect yah, walk you to and from wherever you need. Yev got me phone number. Don’t hesitate to call if yer feelin unsafe, ah don’t live far” He smiles at you in a way that’s warm and inviting. Feeling touched that he’d go out of his way just to make you feel comfortable makes your heart flutter a bit.

“Thanks Johnny, but I don’t want to be a burden-“ You’re instantly cut off.

“Yer not a burden. Hen, I want to help yeh. It’s what friends are for” He insists and wraps his arm around your shoulders, giving you a squeeze so that your body is pressed into his side. You smile up at him and nod your head.

“I appreciate it” You tell him with nothing but sincerity in your tone. Once he pulls away, you look over to the scheduling on the calendar that has your shifts written on there. Aiden comes back tomorrow. “You’ll get to meet Aiden soon” You say to Johnny while crossing your arms over your chest and leaning your hip against the counter.

“Oh? The other lad that works here?” He hums in acknowledgment and looks over the calendar too.

“Yup, you’ll like him. He’s a big sweetheart” You beam while mentioning Aiden. You’re excited for him to come back tomorrow. He’s one of your closer friends, probably your best friend. “We’ve known each other for around two years” You adjust your apron around your waist.

Johnny goes quiet for a moment. His stormy blue eyes are locked on the calendar, lips pressed firmly together. That scrutinizing stare disappears as soon as it comes and he smiles. “Sounds like a nice lad. You two are friends?” He questions.

“Mhm! We both started working at the café at the same time, it’s how we met” You say casually. Johnny parts his lips as if he’s going to ask something else, but then the door to the café dings and your attention focuses on the customer who just entered the building.

He goes off to get ready to prepare for making the order while you greet the lady at the register.

——————

There’s something ugly and angry coiling inside of his gut. His eyes are stuck on the order he’s making, but his mind is far from the coffee he’s pouring into the cup. Your laughter usually only brings him some warm fuzzy feelings and reminds him of the sound of chime bells clinking in the wind on the farm back at his childhood home. But, when he’s not the one bringing out that gorgeous sound from your lips he wants to do ungodly things. Things he’s done plenty of times for his missions. Things he’s more than capable of doing.

He knew today would be the day that he’d be meeting Aiden. That the wee shite you call a friend would be coming back to work and taking up your attention.

Johnny wants to gnash his teeth and rip out his throat everytime that arsehole talks to you. You’ve barely talked to him all shift. Once he finishes the order he places it on the pick up counter and crosses his arms over his chest, eyes darting between you and that black haired twit.

He’s a bit taller than Johnny. Around 6’1 would be a good estimate, somewhere close to Kyle’s height. He’s lanky, pale skin, brown eyes and tattoos.

It takes all of Johnny's power not to sneer at the lad. Finally, for the first time during the shift today you glance over at Johnny in concern. It’s no secret he’s been in a brooding mood. There’s barely been a peep from him, which is very unlike him in the first place. That ice that’s formed over his heart during the shift cracks when you finally show him attention.

You pull away from Aiden when he goes to take someone’s order and go over to Johnny with that adorable little worried expression painted over your pretty features.

“Are you okay?” You ask with a soft voice. He watches as you nervously toy with the bracelet on your wrist. How cute. You’re anxious. His smile doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Aye, I’m fine bonnie” He reassures and runs his hand through his overgrown Mohawk. He’ll need a trim soon. Your mouth quirks downwards, showing that you don’t believe him.

“You’ve been quiet today…are you…mad at me?” You ask nervously. Johnny blinks down at you. Of course he isn’t mad at you. God he could never be angry at such a precious angel like yourself, all sweet and doting.

“Nah, it’s not you lassie. I’m sorry if Ah seem a bit off. Guess I’ve got a headache”

“Why don’t you sit down? Take a break- I’ll make you something” You fret over him and gently take him by the arm. Johnny is practically beaming while you guide him to sit in one of the chairs they keep behind the counter. It’s innocent, cute, his heart is swelling.

It makes him want to bend you over every single table in the café and make you feel so good that you’d be screaming his name. A fantasy that did in fact help him finish into that bowl of glazed frosting he jacked off into for those doughnuts he gave you during yesterday's shift. Was it nasty and deprived? Yes. But, a sick part of his mind is so possessive and content that you’ve already tasted his cum without even knowing.

“Aye, that would be appreciated-“

“Everything alright?” Aiden pops up from behind you. Johnny's mood instantly sours and he clenches his teeth. His jaw tenses and his eyes narrow.

“Everything’s fine” Johnny grits out before you can respond. Aiden’s gaze flickers to his and his expression matches Johnnys. You’re oblivious to the tension. Aiden however, seems to immediately detect Johnny's distaste for him. That’s fine. Johnny wants him to know he despises him.

“Maybe you should go home early if you’re not feeling good. We’ve got this shift covered, morning rush is over” Aiden shrugs his shoulders.

“Ah said I’m fine. If I took a bullet to the head I can take feelin under the weather” He huffs and crosses his arms over his chest, leaning back in the chair. Your eyes widen a bit when he says that. He told you he was medically discharged, but he never mentioned how.

The door to the café rings.

“Aiden, can you take care of that? I’m going to get him some ice and something to drink” You dismiss him in order to tend to Johnny. He gives Aiden a cocky smirk. The black haired male gives him an unamused glare before tending to the customer.

Once you grab a little bag of ice and get him some water to start off with, you take a seat next to him.

“Yer a sweetheart hen” Johnny sighs and to his shock, you press the ice to his head yourself. He bites back a groan. You’re killing him here. How can he not want to pounce on you when you’re taking care of him like a doting little girlfriend? He stares at you, knowing his pupils must be fully dilated. He’s sure if he were in a cartoon he’d have those cheesy stupid heart eyes.

“Did you really get shot in the head?” You ask as you gaze at the scar he has on his skin. He can tell the pieces are falling in place for you.

“Aye, bastard got me right there” He taps his scar for emphasis. Your eyes light up with curiosity yet something else. Pity? Sympathy? Concern? “Ah was a Sargent for a task force, demolishin expert” Oh he’s got you hooked. And with that Johnny goes on, telling tales of his teammates, missions they’ve been on. Of course he had to show off now and ends up exaggerating some things. What? He’s got a pretty lass to entertain.

That’s how the rest of the shift goes. The tables turn. Now it’s him having your undivided attention, not that other prick. In the peaceful warm glow of the café, he captured your interest. The

smell of coffee and sweets, the sounds of cars on the streets zooming by, the quietness of the café as he retells his stories to you is the most lovely thing he’s experienced in a while.

You laugh at the funny ones and nearly tear up at the sadder ones. Oh how he’s so madly obsessed with your reactions. He’s obsessed with you.

The only thing that ruins it is Aiden. He sits there, sulking and glaring as Johnny yaps. He decided that maybe he’ll have Laswell do a background check on him. He’s already had one done on you.

All Johnny knows is that he wants the twat gone. And when Johnny wants something, he will get it.

[simpleeindulge]

It's A Work in Progress.

Context: This takes place after a few months of Law setting sail for the first time with Shachi, Bepo, and Penguin. They are a new pirate crew finding their way to the Grand Line. Desperate for funds, Law’s crew resort to kidnapping.

Info: fem/readerxLaw, kidnapping, 1st time meeting, slow-burn romance, multiple parts, cursing, mild threats of violence.

Chapter 1. The Kidnapping

Law paced his office as he waited for his crew to get back. Those fools! What are they thinking? Law fumed as he thought of the dressing down he would give to Shachi, Penguin, and Bepo.

The ship needed repairs from their recent escape from the Marines. Bepo had safely navigated the crew to an island where Shachi and Penguin could repair the ship.

The problem was that the parts needed to repair the ship took much of their savings and left the crew scheming for ways to make money fast. Someone mentioned kidnapping as a joke, which Law did not find amusing.

He thought he had made it clear that kidnapping and ransoming was a stupid way to get funds and the perfect way to get caught.

I am going to kill them after I torture them!

Law thought violently in his head as he paced his office. He couldn't leave the ship because he didn't fully trust the two newest members of his crew just yet. They had only been sailing with him for a month and a half.

The only thing the trio thought about was not to stage a kidnapping till they had successfully made most of the repairs on the ship and were in a different location. Still, it wouldn't be enough to keep their heads from rolling!

"Five more minutes." He muttered to himself. Law would give the trio five more minutes, and if they weren't back yet...

"Captain! Hey, Captain!"

Law took a deep breath as he heard both Penguin and Shachi's voices calling for him in unison. He didn't bother replying as he sat on his desk with his arms crossed. The pair entered the room with wide grins on their faces. They were so wrapped up in their success that they didn't notice the glare on Law's face.

"We did it! We actually pulled it off, and it was easier than we thought it would be!" Shachi said with pride.

"Yeah! I thought kidnapping a nobleman's daughter would be hard, but kidnapping a princess-"

"What."

Law didn't need to yell or raise his voice. As much as he despised Don Flamingo, he had learned habits from him that he found useful. One of them being tone of voice. Law didn't need to yell or raise his voice because that "what" was enough to show his displeasure.

Shachi and Penguin froze instantly and then noticed the glare Law was giving them. Law stared at them as they sweated and rethought their "great idea".

"Please tell me that you two did not just kidnap a princess just three days after we managed to escape the Marines and made repairs to the ship."

Shachi and Penguin both paled as they stayed quiet. Law sighed and thought quickly about how to make the situation work. If they already have the spoiled brat, then maybe they could try demanding money, or they could just dump her somewhere for her father to retrieve her.

"Where is she?" Law asked as he dropped the glare.

Shachi and Penguin instantly unfroze and realize that Bepo had not yet entered the room. Penguin ran to poke his head out the door and waved from Bepo to come in. Law sighed and rubbed his forehead. Obviously, they had planned to make a show of kidnapping a princess.

Penguin moved aside as Bepo hurried in with a woman kicking and making muffled screaming. If there was another reason why Law disliked kidnappings it would be the noise and dramatics of the victims. He watched patiently as Bepo set the woman on her feet and turned her to face him.

She was certainly dressed like a noblewoman, but something in her eyes and demeanor told him that he wasn't dealing with royalty. Okay, I might be able to work with this, Law thought to himself.

“Look, we're both not in an ideal situation here so I am giving you a chance to behave and cooperate with me. If you do, you might see your family again.”

The woman glared at him and internally Law rolled his eyes.

“Our polar bear will ungag you so you can answer my questions. If you scream, I will have you held underwater till you pass out. Don't test me on this.” Law’s eyes hardened as he said his threat.

Penguin and Shachi looked at each other uncomfortably but didn't say a word. The woman held her glare but seemed to understand the threat given to her. Law nodded to Bepo and the woman didn't scream (to Law’s relief) but she did express herself in a colorful way.

“You mother fuckers messed with the wrong noble family.” She said in a calm and eloquent voice.

Law’s skepticism seems to be correct. Most definitely not a princess.

Chapter 2

[headingalaxys-spicy]

yandere canada with a reader who tried to confess to him by describing him as her crush. but poor low self esteem mathew assumed she was talking about his brother. what was suppose to be cute and fluffy, got dark real quick

i'll leave the au to you

This one will be a nation reader AU enjoy!

A tap on your shoulder with a piece of paper falling to the top of your meeting notes burst your bubble of boredom. You’d been writing to Canada about the possible financial, military, and political alliance you wanted to have with a larger and more established nation. You had asked him if he thought this version of the plan sounded good. The only thing he’d written on it was ‘Looks fine, eh.’

You hurriedly wrote out another note to him 

Are you okay? Do you have any constructive feedback on it? I really respect your opinion and want to know…..

You slid the paper back to him subtly. It took a few more uncomfortable moments than normal for him to take your note with reluctance he finally began to read it. 

Canada had tapped his pen against the paper rapidly. You knew that was a subtle sign that was holding back what he was really feeling. You heard him release a sigh from under his breath as he shuffled other documents & meeting minutes over your note. 

‘Ohhhhh crap. He’s upset. I wonder why?’ 

You decided that you wouldn’t poke the bear any further. There was a tense air that had floated between the two of you making you so uncomfortable that you no longer paid attention to what was being said in the meeting. When it was finally over you turned to him and tried to initiate conversation with the quiet Canadian however much to your chagrin he’d fled the room already. His form was already lost amidst the other nations. 

“Damn it. Matt was too fast. I couldn’t even ask him for his number.” 

“Yo [Country Name], I’ve heard that you’re a great planner, and I saw that pile of notes that accumulated during the meeting.” His eyes wandered down to get the full view of it. “May I?” As he was already leaning forward to grab it. He was a superpower, and he knew you weren’t going to say no. 

“Yeah, yeah, sure, America.” You weren’t even going to bother trying to get your paperwork back. It was going to be given to his government, which had open tabs on you. (Everyone really….) 

From afar, Canada used his ghostly powers as an ‘invisible’ nation to spy on you. 

Why didn’t you immediately come to him when you needed a major favor? Didn’t the two have much more of a close-knit relationship? Did you believe that he could not protect you? Did you think he didn’t care? Why in the hell did his brother always win?

All these questions rattled around in his mind. He was eager not to be lonely anymore. Matthew had to now think of ways to get you to see him as more than an acquaintance. 

So, he began to think of ways to draw you in and keep your attention 100% of the time. He used information he’d gained from writing notes to you in previous meetings. All of these are kept in a secret drawer in his office so he can revisit them whenever his heart feels exceptionally lonely. Canada will make a pro/con list of reasons why and how he should kidnap you on a whiteboard. 

Lure you in with a poisoned meal? 

Have a hot drink filled with NyQuil that’s undetectable due to the high sugar concentration? 

Force you to create a permanent alliance so that you could never get away? Or have dealings with other nations at all? 

How much would you be upset with him? How long would it take for your initial anger to abate? 

Canada had to juggle so many emotions and factors that he could secure the best-case scenario. The worst scenario he was afraid to consider was outright rejection. No… that couldn’t happen, right? 

“Maybe I can compile a list of all the things [country name] likes, have wanted to try, or mentioned wanting to visit. If I do enough of them, she can’t be upset and—’ 

Canada’s doorbell rang to the tune of his national theme: ‘O Canada.’ 

“Who is it?” He questioned as he went towards the door. 

“The guardian angel you’re in desperate need of!” The voice was overly animated and loud. 

“Oh, it’s America.” Not in the mood to be seeing his older brother since he had a scheme to draft. He only opened the door just enough to see half of America’s face. 

“You won’t have that deadpan tone with me after I’ve shone you all of [country name] meeting notes.” 

“What?!?! How’d you get those??” Canada could begin to feel anger & sadness collide together. 

Was he here to rub in the fact that he got to hog your attention earlier?

“Just let me in, dummy, and I’ll show you!” America bulldozed his younger twin down, and he let himself in. 

“But first I’m going to snag a beverage from your fridge.” 

“This better not be some stupid prank, America. I’m not in the mood for stupid nonsense.” Canada dusted himself off and followed his brother into the kitchen. The sharp pssssht of the opening can of cola filled his ears. America took a pile of pages from his bomber jacket and handed it to Canada. 

“[Country name] has it bad for you. Like she wants you. You seem to like her too but dude you curved her so hard today. What was with that?” 

“How do you even have confirmation of that?” The imputation that America was lying wasn’t lost on him. 

“Go to pages 3, 7, & 14 in her notes. She did that high school girl thing where they align initials in a heart and give themselves the last guy's name. That’s not the only thing but I won’t spoil the really good stuff for you.” He said with a smirk before taking a really long swig of his cola. 

Canada threaded through the pages carefully. To his delighted eyes, his brother wasn’t lying about the hearts and initials thing. It felt good to know that you’d had feelings for him and not his overrated brother. That light feeling of love quickly became an overwhelming desire to keep you from directing any of your energy to anyone but him. 

After all, it nearly tore his guts out when he saw you talking to his older twin. However, he could use his new knowledge of you crushing on him to his advantage. 

“Ahahahah, you’re funny little bro your face is all red ‘n stuff. But isn’t that great? You can shoot your shot, and you're essentially guaranteed not to fail!” America began to leave and gave Canada a heavy-handed pat on the back. “Even you can’t mess this up!” 

When the door to Canada’s home slammed shut, he began scheming about how he could keep you at his side all the time. 

By the next meeting, Canada hands back your notes and tells you he thinks your ideas are brilliant and would love to permanently ally with you. Once it’s finalized by your bosses he will begin to ensure you have no time to maintain other ties you have with other nations. 

Canada will utilize a mix of love-bombing, gaslighting, and symptoms of Munchausen syndrome in order to disconnect you even further from other people and nations. 

You and Canada seem to have everything in common, from political opinions to hobbies (You even vote the same in the UN) 

Every hour when you’re not in the house, you have to text or call him and update him on where you are and what you’re doing 

When you do manage to attend meetings, Canada becomes irrationally jealous. He’ll hover over you until whoever is done talking to you. He’ll want you to relay every detail of what was said before he arrived. ‘There will be no hiding of anything from me [Country Name] as per the fine print in our alliance.’ 

When some parts of the deal turn out to be highly unfavorable to you and your people, Canada will minimize them. ‘It’s not a big deal [Country Name]; your nation is just having a laggy quarter, eh?’ 

He and his boss will not be honest about how much exports and imports have declined for you. The actual numbers of your GDP, low market stocks, and unavailable investments that hit you where it hurts. You’re forced to depend on Canada physically for all of your needs due to you hardly being able to move. The financial and political stress on you and your people took a heavy toll on your body. 

Canada tells you all the time that he ‘loves’ you and will do everything in his power to ‘nurse you back to health’ as he simultaneously builds pipelines & releases toxic waste in your land to keep you sick and bound to the bed. Canada puts lead in your IV drip while in his home hospital. You’re in his care with a ‘trusted’ staff of nurses and doctors who assist him with keeping up the facade of innocence. Your onset of chronic headaches, joint pains, and cramps won’t subside. But it didn’t matter anyway because you always had your sweet Canadian ally by your side, pulling your strings from the shadows. 

[ailithnight]

A King In Arkham

Henceforth, you will need an AO3 account to read this there.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Danny was having a very confusing week.

It started with being kidnapped from his room in Arkham by a human tank that called himself Red X. Red X took him to a "safehouse" which was actually a repurposed warehouse. Then fed him the first non-hospital meal he'd had had in months.

Danny is a bit ashamed to admit he moaned at the first bite of a burger from the local fast food franchise. He'd all but forgotten how good food could be. Despite the mask, Danny got the impression that X was giving him a look at the sound. What kind of look, Danny wasn't sure.

Confusion or amusement would make sense. Danny could certainly imagine himself confused or amused if he heard someone moan into their Nasty Meal. But for some reason, some instinct told him that the emotion behind the look was closer to anger with an undercurrent of sorrow. Which Danny just couldn't wrap his head around. What about him appreciating a good burger could make X angry and/or sad?

Then again, maybe Danny shouldn't bother trying to wrap his head around Red X's behavior at all. The whole experience with him made no sense. He kidnaps Danny, apparently as a favor for someone who wasn't Vlad. Feeds his victim and puts him in bed. (Its too soft, too warm, Danny can't sleep in it. X gives him another one of those weird looks when he finds Danny splayed out, not quite dozing on the cool concrete floor.)

And the next day just, drops Danny off in some random woman's office at the Gotham Gazette's headquarters. Leaving him there at the ass crack of dawn like his job was done, instead of meeting with anyone to hand Danny off to whoever he'd been kindnapped for. Nothing about his interactions with Red X made any sense.

But of course, that was just the start of the week.

The woman who came in to find Danny in her office then proceeded to, well, scream first, which was an entirely justified reaction to finding an Arkham patient in you office the day after a break out. But then, instead of turning him over to the authorities, she gave him a bottle of water and proceeded to spend the next several hours 'interviewing' him. It was afternnon before she finally called security to have Danny returned to Arkham. If he hadn't still been so used to skipped meals from his time Before, he's sure his body would have been protesting the extended interview loudly.

Once the police picked him up, they interrogated him for another few hours about how he escaped. Danny was nothing but honest, though of course they didn't believe him. No one did these days. But that's okay. Eventually they were able to pull the Arkham security tapes to corroborate Danny's story. Once the saw it for themselves, they finally relented and called a transport truck to take Danny home.

Of course, then the Arkham guards had to spend an hour reprimanding him for the 'escape attempt'. He tells them earnestly that he had nothing to do with his own kidnapping. No one believes that of course. It seems they think that Danny's previous good behavior was a manipulation tactic.

They tell him no one will be falling for that again. That's fine. They tell him he's lost privileges for a month. That's fine too. Tell him he's lucky they don't move him to the max security wing. Danny doesn't think he'd mind if they did.

Finally, finally, they let him go back to his room around 7:30. It's a couple hours yet until lights out, but Danny doesn't care. He almost collapses into the thin mattress. It is by no objective means comfortable. But it is familiar. And Danny finds comfort in that. He falls asleep easily.

Some hours later, after lights out, Danny jolts awake from a... dream? It wasn't quite a good dream, but it wasn't quite The Nightmare either. It's already slipping out of his mind, but he has the vague sense it involved X and burgers and a chill creeping in his throat.

It must couldn't have been an entirely pleasant dream. For one, Danny doesn't get good dreams anymore. For another, he opens his eyes to a familiar black void hovering above him, the pit in his stomach deepening with her lingering touch.

As much as her presence makes his sins weigh heavier on his soul, Danny can't help but give Spectra a small smile. That... startles her, he thinks. In an instant, the cool hand leaching warmth and resonating with that hollow ache inside him is gone. He misses it.

The next morning, Danny has a new therapist, again. Seeing this one is a punch in the gut. There aren't really a bunch of similarities. Just blue-green eyes and long red hair. But just those 2 is enough to hurt. To remember that Jazz will never get to be here, sitting in that chair, talking to her patients, making Arkham a better place like she'd wanted ever since she heard Harley Quinn's story. Jazz will never get to chase her dreams and it's all his fault.

Danny tries, he really does and even mostly succeeds, to not get lost in his own head while they go through the normal routine. It's always the same question. Except... this time it deviates. Dr. Sparrow doesn't press at the self harm issue like all the others. She presses her lips, clearly dissatisfied with Danny's answer, but she lets it slide.

"Would you like to talk about the break out, Danny?" For the first time in 3 long months, Danny has heard a new question. Of course it's that one, but still, it's new. Danny can't decide whether or not he likes it. He shrugs.

"It happened. I got kidnapped." Dr. Sparrow is looking at him weird. She doesn't look unhappy or doubtful. In fact, she almost looks understanding, like she believes him. She looks too much like Jazz. It hurts. Danny looks away.

"You understand why it is difficult to believe you were an unwilling victim, don't you, Danny?" He shrugs. "Not only are very few people privy to the information that you are a patient here, but security footage also doesn't show you putting up any kind of a fight against your supposed kidnapper." She even sounds like Jazz, presenting her logical arguments.

"I... I don't know what you want me to say." She sighs.

"I just want to understand. I can't help you if you don't talk to me, Danny." I can't help you if you don't talk to me, Little Brother. Danny can't help the full body flinch. Anger, misplaced aggression surges under his skin. It feels like ice in his veins.

"Understand what! Everyone I love is dead because of me! Because I tried to take one shortcut and couldn't handle the consequences! And this! This is the better outcome! This time I won't hurt any more people." The reminder of what his grief causes makes the anger evaporate, leaving behind that familiar hollowness. "That's all that matters. As long as I don't get anyone else killed... Vlad is the only one who could hurt me in any way that matters. S'long as I don't end up with him, I don't care."

Danny is pretty sure he knows what J- Dr. Sparrow is going to say about that. He doesn't want to hear it. He can't stand to hear it. So he lets his mind slip away. When he tunes back in, the guard is there to escort him back to 26B. He glances at Dr. Sparrow. Her grim frown and worried eyes are too familiar. It makes the hollowness shudder, a spark of oh so dangerous care catching inside.. He wants to... he needs to...

"I'm sorry, Dr. Sparrow. For shutting down." Her eyes widen, concern vanishing into shock. "You remind me of my sister. She wanted to be a psychologist here too." With that, he turns around and lets the guard lead him back to his room.

The rest of the day is mostly a haze to Danny. He's peripherally aware of someone bringing around lunch, then later dinner. Danny briefly picks at the food, but he doesn't think he's hungry.

The third day starts with them telling him Dr. Sparrow cancelled there therapy session. She won't be seeing him anymore.

That's good.

She doesn't need to waste her valuable care on him. She's better off treating someone who could actually get better. Someone who can do more than just not cause trouble. Someone worthy of a life outside of Arkham.

It'll take them at least a day or 2 to assign him a new doctor. Danny expects the rest of the day to be a blur in his room. But some time after lunch, a guard comes and escorts him to a section of the hospital Danny has never been before. The visitation wing. There, waiting in a small privacy room, is the Head Doctor, the Cheif of Security, and a stranger in a trench coat who for some reason makes Danny's skin crawl with a desire to get very far away very fast.

The Cheif of Security looks at Trench Vibes, clearly disgruntled. "Is this really necessary?"

Trench Vibes responds in a heavy British accent. "Official Justice League Dark business, mate." Danny's surprise is almost enough for him to actually feel it. "Word has it, kid's got ghosts. I'm just hear to check up on that." Head Doctpr sputters a moment.

"Surely you don't mean to imply the ghost's could actually exist? Ghosts are not real, sir." Trench Vibes snorts.

"Sure. Next you'll tell me that magic ain't real either." Head Doctor opens his mouth to rebut, but then a golden light swirls around Trench Vibes' fingertips and that seems to make the Doctor rethink a few things. "Now, if you'll give me a few minutes with the kid, then I'll be out of your hair." He waits for the Doctor, Chief, and guard to all leave the room before he even looks at Danny. "I really hope I don't have to be the one to tell you your a little bit dead, kid."

"Danny."

"John Constantine."

Welp, no reason to lie here. ". . . I know I'm half ghost."

"Good. Well, not good that you're half dead, but good that you know. That would not be a fun conversation. Not that this one is much better. You're being haunted?"

"Not much anymore. It's okay." Trench Vibes, John Constantine, just gives Danny a disbelieving look. "Honest Mr. Constantine. I think they're getting bored since I won't fight them anymore."

"Anymore?"

"I'm from Amity Park. Ghost fights were a pretty regular thing there."

"I'm sorry, what? You're telling me there's a town under seige by ghosts and we didn't know about it?"

"You didn't... know? I mean, it's probably fine now. The ghosts mostly came to give me grief. Plus, I'm sure Vlad has dismantled my parent's portal by now."

"Portal?"

"To the Ghost Zone."

"Your parents had a portal to the Infinite Realms!?"

"Is that what you call the swirling green place?" Mr. Constantine sighs. He reaches a hand into his coat, but comes up empty. Whatever he was reaching for must have been confiscated before he could bring it into the hospital.

"So let me get this straight. Your parents opened a portal to the... Ghost Zone. No doubt flooded your whole town with enough ambient ecto to allow powerful physical manifestations. You somehow ended up half dead. Ghost start appearing. They fight you, you fight back, and now that you've left this Amity Park, those ghosts followed you here to continue haunting you."

"Pretty much."

"Why did you stop fighting back?"

". . . We aren't in Amity anymore. They can't hurt anyone."

"They've been hurting you." Trench Vibes has a scathing deadpan. If Danny could muster any feeling, he might be ashamed. Of course, as it were the closest thing he's experiencing to feeling right now is that prickling sensation that he should not be anywhere near Mr. Constantine.

"They can't hurt anyone that matters." Mr. Constantine abruptly stands.

"Nope. Nope, nope, nope. I am not equipped for this. I am reporting back to the Bat and then I guess I'm going to Illinois to figure out what the hell happened and why Dark didn't know about it." Mr. Constantine vanishes in a flash of light. A few seconds later, the guard comes and takes Danny back to his room.

At some point during day 4, Walker visits. Again, the surprise is almost strong enough to break through the cold hollow feeling in his chest. Almost. Walker had only visited once, the day they sent him here, to gloat over seeing the Halfa Punk finally imprisoned for his crimes.

The warden glances around his empty room, then settles for staring at Danny. Time passes, lunch and dinner a blur where Danny, for the 4th day in a row, barely eats a third of each meal. Walker is stares at him the whole time. It's kind of creepy and Danny almost wants to snap at him. Almost. Instead he lies on. his cot and traces cracks in his ceiling like he's looking at constellations. Finally, just after lights out, Walker does more than stare. He speaks.

"Effective immediately, your previous sentencing has been overturned and all other charges are dropped. You are no longer Wanted, punk. Keep your nose clean. I never want to see you in my prison again." Danny spends most of the night thinking about Walker's change of heart and not being wanted as a ghost anymore.

The fifth day is mostly normal. Spectra shows back up. Danny doesn't make the mistake of smiling at her or acknowledging her at all really. He doesn't want to scare her off again. He missed her. She seems upset. She practically gouges his heart out with the ferocity with which she plunges her clawed hand into his chest to feast. She's not in the slightest gentle with how she drags more and more misery from him, through him. Danny doesn't mind the ache. He's just happy, to whatever empty extent he can be happy, that someone is reaping some meager benefit from his still beating heart.

Day 6 passes much the same with Spectra hovering over him the whole day.

Finally, day 7. The final day to finish out the most disorienting week of Danny's short life. The grand finale of confusion starts with Danny back in the visitation wing. Spectra stays with him right up until they walk into that same little room from 3 days ago, where Danny sees Mr. Kincaid, the social worker he met once when he arrived in Gotham, and a man in a fancy business suit. Mr. Business stands up and smiles, looking for all the world like Danny had made his day by walking in the room.

"Hello Danny, my name is Bruce Wayne."