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kikis-writing-world · 4 years ago

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The Reason

Summary: You can’t sleep as you near Moff Gideon’s ship, but neither can Din. He wants to tell you about what happened on Morak.

Pairing: Din Djarin x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Rating/Warnings: SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 15!!!! Other than the spoilers, it’s all fluff and no editing lol. But seriously, if you’re avoiding finding out what happens in Season 2, Episode 7 / Chapter 15 of The Mandalorian, don’t read this yet. It takes place after, and there’s talk of what happened during the episode.

A/N: It seems like every freaking week I watch the episode and tell myself “don’t write something. Everyone will be writing something, you don’t need to add in your silly fic too.” (Not to say I don’t enjoy reading them, but I just always feel like I won’t be adding anything new.) Well, this week I said fuck it and cranked this little ditty out this morning after the new episode. I hope y’all like it.

Edit: Follow-up drabble here

You sat silently beside Din as the ship - not the Razor Crest that had become your home over the past months, but Boba Fett’s ship Slave I - travelled through space. If the coordinates were right, you were heading into what was sure to be a hard-fought battle but it would be worth it. It was all to get Grogu back.

You willed yourself not to cry as you thought of the little green child you’d come to think of as your own. What he must be feeling right now. Alone and scared while they did unthinkable experiments to him. You’d cried several times since he’d been taken from your care, sick with worry over him. You were sick of crying. Soon would be the time for action, for getting him back.

Fennec and Dune were both sleeping on the opposite side of the bay. You tried to sleep, knowing you’d need your wits about you when you reached Moff Gideon’s ship, but sleep wouldn’t come. Sleep was hard to come by lately.

A whisper to your left surprised you. The low, modulated voice speaking your name. You had thought he was also asleep, reserving his strength for the battle to come. You should have known he’d be struggling to sleep too.

He nodded his head to the side as he unbuckled the harness keeping him secure in the seat. You nodded as you unbuckled your own and followed him to the darkened corner of the hold. You waited for him to sit in the corner, knowing he liked to have his back secured and a view of the room. Instead, he gently led you into the corner and sat with his back to the others. You were too surprised to ask, you followed his lead and slid down the wall to sit on the floor.

He hadn’t said much of what happened on Morak, but you hadn’t been expecting him to. You’d learned long ago he wasn’t one for unnecessary chatter. There were times he tried, for you and the kid, helping to fill the silences as time passed on the ship. Hearing him strain, pushing the boundaries of his usual comforts to ease the minds of you and his foundling, was one of the ways he snuck into your heart.

It wasn’t easy loving The Mandalorian. He was so used to being alone, both physically alone and having few people to trust. It took a while, but you earned that trust. You knew you had. You also knew he cared about you in his own special way. He would take your hand in his larger gloved hand to avoid losing you in a crowd. His hand would squeeze yours when you were visibly anxious. A hand on your shoulder, your back, or your hip as he passed you in tight quarters. Leaning his forehead against yours anytime the two of you parted.

To most these fleeting moments wouldn’t look like much, but you knew the stoic Mandalorian didn’t give these touches lightly. That his keldabe kiss was just as precious as any lip-to-lip contact.

You didn’t fully understand his creed. He answered questions when you asked, but a lot of it didn’t make sense to you, an outsider. Even so, you never pushed him to break it or put him in a position that made him feel like the creed was in danger.

“I know you’re worried,” his voice was quiet. The crackling of the modulator even more prominent as it tried to broadcast his hushed tone. “We’ll get him back.”

“I know.” You nodded, looking down at your crossed legs. If anyone could rescue Grogu, it was the man sitting across from you.

That large gloved hand entered your vision, resting lightly on your knee. A small smile broke through your worry at the man’s attempt at comfort. You placed your hand over his, feeling the warmth of him through the smooth leather.

“I-” He started to speak before stopping himself. While it wasn’t unusual for him to search for his words, he usually did so before starting to speak. By the time he spoke, he was confident and sure in what he had to say. That short, clipped syllable caught your attention in how different it was. He was trying to tell you something, but still wasn’t sure how.

“What is it?” You gently prompted, squeezing his hand with your own.

“On Morak…” He sighed.

“What happened on Morak?” You asked after a beat.

“I did what had to be done.”

His answer confused you. You knew that already of course, but it also sounded like he was trying to convince himself as well as you.

“I know that. You got the coordinates. We’re going to find the kid because of you and Mayfield.” You smiled at him, praising him for the success. It was easy to overlook the triumph when it was just a stepping stone to a much larger problem.

“I had to…” He looked away from you as he once again searched for the words. Your smile dropped a fraction with his unease. “I had to take off the helmet.”

You didn’t know what you were expecting him to reveal, but it hadn’t been that. You knew that he had taken the helmet off months ago, but that had been a life or death situation. No one had been around, just the IG droid who had treated his wounds and saved him. This was a mining refinery full of people. Full of imps.

“Are you okay?” You asked, moving your hand from where it was resting on top of his so you could grip his hand fully. “What happened?”

“I-I had to.” He stuttered. “The terminal had to scan my face to get the coordinates.”

“Mando,” you didn’t dare speak his name - something he had shared with you in confidence - with others around. “Are you okay?”

He nodded once. Relief filled your body. You foremost worry had been for him, and how he would have felt to have broken his life-long creed. You supposed with the explosions, anyone who would have seen his face was likely dead. Unless Mayfield had seen him.

His hand slipped from yours as he brought both of his hands up to the sides of his helmet. He started pushing it up and your eyes widened as a sliver of skin was revealed. You surged forward, covering his hands in your own to stop him.

“What are you doing?”

“I want to. To show you.” He explained. His voice came in this awkward mix of his natural timber through the bottom of his helmet and the modulator still trying to pick up his voice. You could see his chin move as he spoke. Your heart was racing. It was the most you’d ever seen of his face.

“You don’t have to.” You told him firmly.

“I think… I think there are reasons to keep it on, and reasons to take it off.” He spoke slowly, like it was something he had been thinking about. You thought of the Mandalorians on Trask who claimed the creed was outdated. You thought of Boba Fett in the cockpit, who wore his newly-polished armor with the pride of a mandalorian despite being without it for years. Thought about him revealing his face for the information needed to save his foundling.

“I want to show you my face.” He told you, his voice unwavering. It was the surety, the confidence you had grown used to from him. “I want to show who I am to the one I love.”

Your breath caught in your throat at his admission. You knew it in your heart, but he’d never said the words aloud to you before. You bit your lip as you felt the tears welling in your eyes again, this time from happiness instead of grief and worry.

“Okay.” You breathed, barely able to find your voice.

With your hands still on his, he lifted the helmet, revealing his face inch by inch. You held your breath as he was slowly revealed to you.

The scruff covering his jaw. His plush lips. The mustache over his mouth. His aquiline nose. His deep brown eyes. His shaggy dark brown hair. He set his helmet in his lap as your eyes scanned his face.

Wow.

You hadn’t realized you had said that out loud until his eyebrows furrowed. That was new. You were used to guessing his emotions through his body language, his tone of voice. Now you had facial expressions to read. He was waiting for your reaction and you hadn’t given him much to go by.

“You’re gorgeous.” You told him. It was the only way you could think to describe the ridiculously handsome man sitting in front of you. You were almost mad at him for hiding his face away for this long.

His lips quirked up in a lopsided grin, a single dimple appearing in his cheek. Maker, you thought he’d already taken your breath away and then this-

“Come here.” He ordered. His natural voice was deep. Rich. It sent a shiver down your spine.

“Huh?” Your brain wasn’t processing. It was in some kind of overloaded state. Din’s face. Din’s voice. Din’s beautiful brown eyes that you could simply drown in.

His hand was on your cheek, pulling you into him. You gasped, holding your breath as his lips brushed against yours. You had dreamed of this, but not a single one of those dreams lived up to the real thing.

He was hesitant, clumsy even as he kissed you. His lips were chapped against your own, the stubble on his cheeks tickling your skin. He smelt of sweat and blaster fire, of fresh air and leather. Maker, you could melt into the floor of the ship never to be seen again and you would have been happy with the life you had lived.

“I love you.” You whispered against his lips. You felt him smile in response.

You brought your hand up to his cheek. Feeling the lines of his face with your hand, you trailed your hand to his hair. It was damp with sweat but so soft. It felt amazing between your fingers.

“Where’s Mando?” A voice across the bay shocked both of you, the two of you shooting away from each other as if you’d been burned. You felt like a teenager who had been caught making out by your parents. You looked over Din’s shoulder as he pulled the helmet back into place - his strategic placement of the two of you making sense now. Not only did he not want them to see his face, but he trusted you to have his back. That thought made your heart speed up even more than it already was.

You saw Fennec shaking Cara awake. Luckily she hadn’t looked in this direction yet. Had Cara woken first, she likely would have seen the two of you.

“Sorry, we’re over here.” You admitted, trying to calm the heat in your face. It was dim in the hold, hopefully they couldn’t tell. “We were talking, didn’t want to wake you.”

“You should be sleeping.” Fennec told you, leveling you with a gaze that truly did make you feel like you’d been caught doing something wrong by a parent.

“I should be sleeping.” Cara grumbled, cranky for having been woken up for no reason.

“Come on. We’re all gonna need to be at our best.” Fennec said, ignoring Cara.

“She’s right.” Din admitted, standing up and offering you his hand. You took it, letting him help you to stand. “Let’s try to get some sleep, cyar'ika.”

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spideymarvelws · 4 years ago

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It Was Fun While It Lasted

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A/n : this is kind of an alternate ending to endgame ig? a version where your a long lost child of thanos and Peter lost the gauntlet only to find it at the same time as you and plot ensues. Kind of the same thing with Clint and nebula but way further down in the movie. I just really wanted to write a villain reader okay leave me alone idk what im doing. also sorry for any inaccuracies i havent watched endgame is so long😭im just going off what i remember.

Summary : Despite your life on earth, your life with the avengers, you’ve always felt like something was missing. You never felt that longing to save the people of the world, their wide smiles and thanks never satisfied you like it did everyone else. That was until Thanos told you about your true past, your true purpose.

To destroy the universe.

Warnings : cursing, betrayal, (ik we should just give Peter a break, but its for the plot im sorry) just pretty angsty so you’ve been warned

Word Count : 2.8k

Heavily inspired by this and this playlist on youtube

Peter Parker x GN!Villian!Reader

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“It’s under all that ruckus,” Sam yelled through coms, flying over the fallen building he once called the avenger’s compound, “Can anyone reach?”

Peter webbed one of the aliens, using the makeshift leash to pull himself over the creature, knocking it into another one of his kind. His new spider legs retracted from his suit, helping him land gracefully on the floor quick enough to see the domino effect he just caused.

He quickly caught Sam’s words, looking up to see he was right outside the fallen building.

“I can!” he quickly said, flicking his wrist to catch on to a random flying alien, pulling it down to the floor as he took flight, landing on the top of one of the cracked walls. He swiftly searched for an opening under the rubble with the help of Karen tracking where he looked.

Suddenly a red light flashed from a cave like opening, giving him a small cheer at victory. As he crawled into the gap, some static came through his ear piece signalling that someone was about to talk.

“Good luck Kid,” Tony muttered into his ear followed by a loud blast as the comms cut off. Even with the rough cut, he could still feel the small smile making its way to his face.

Though there was a full fledged war going on that might decide whether everyone lived or not, all his young brain could think about was how cool it was to be fighting alongside every superhero he’s ever known, and more. If only he could go back to when he first got bitten, to tell his past self that at some point in the future he would be fighting alongside the avengers.

That he himself was an avenger.

It was crazy to think about. To think about how far he’s come that he was able to save the world and not just help some old lady cross the street. As thoughts continued to bloom in his head, he carefully crawled through all the debris, taking care that he didn't stick to parts that might take down the small opening.

Soon enough he found a clearing, what looked like a living room area judging from the couch covered in dust and the familiar stone pillars and plants. He detached himself from the ceiling, landing softly on the floor as he looked around the dirty room, moving away from the flickering wires that hung from the slanted ceiling.

He soon caught sight of something shiny and gold from underneath a fallen pillar. He punched his arm in the air, running to the object and carefully pulling the gauntlet out of its snug position.

“Found it,” he said into his comms, grunting as it finally released, sending him back slightly, “Coming out now,”

“I’ll meet you outside,” Tony said before cutting off once again.

Peter looked back at the opening determined, strutting towards the exit, his confidence growing with each step. A crunch of debris shook him out of his pride, making him stop in his tracks. He quickly ducked behind a piller, looking at the shadows shown on the wall opposite him with his hand ready to web whatever it was making its way into the cavern.

But as soon as he caught your silhouette standing in the shadows, he let out a deep breath, his shoulders sagging as his muscles lost the sudden tension. He stepped out from his hiding spot to greet you.

“Oh thank god it’s you,” Peter chuckled, his hand falling to his side as he adjusting the gauntlet in his hand, “I thought it was another one of those alien thingies,”

You stayed silent, standing ominously with your arms to the side, twirling your gun slowly. He couldn't see your face hidden in the shadows, only the red glow of the necklace around your neck, illuminating details of your suit on your chest. He noticed how your body shook lightly, like a bomb about to go off.

Peter chuckled nervously, tightening his hold on the glove.

“Is- is everything alright?” He said, taking careful steps towards you.

He didn't listen to the voices in his head telling him to run, to get away as fast as he could. You were his friend, his partner in crime he liked to say.

You would never hurt him.

You stayed silent a few seconds longer, the only thing proving to him that you weren't a lifeless manikin were your movements as you shifted from leg to leg. But he didn't think much of it, it was a scary time for everyone. Maybe you were just glad that he got the gauntlet and not someone from Thanos’ army. Maybe you were just glad to know he was okay after being separated.

“I’m sorry Peter,” you finally spoke up, your voice dangerously low, something he wasn't use to, “But I’m going to need you to give me that glove,”

Peter was taken back by your words, mostly still confused but also slightly worried at your words and sudden presence, “What! Why?”

“I can’t-,” you let out a harsh breath, “I can’t tell you why Peter, just give me the damn glove,”

“No, I-,” he let out a gasp when you raised your gun, aiming it directly at his chest, “Woah, woah, woah!” he held his empty hand up in defence, “What are you doing!”

“I’m getting that glove one way or another Parker,” you said harshly, your tone slashing at his heart, “So either you give it to me or i’m prying it off your dead corpse, you decide,”

Peter stayed silent, trying to process your sudden change in, well, you.

Only minutes ago, you were fighting alongside him, well what felt like minutes ago. He lost all concept of time when the army charged towards him, his main focus was getting that gauntlet away from Thanos and doing his job as an avenger.

But you were there, using the same gun pointing at him now to blast the same aliens attacking him. That was until the land beneath you detached itself, creating a small floating piece of dirt that took you up in the air, taking you away from him.

He didn't have time to follow you when he got tackled to the floor, losing sight of you as you moved to the direction of Thanos.

That's when it clicked in his head.

But before he could question anything, his senses went off as he narrowly dodged the blast of your gun. With the distraction, you took the opportunity to lunge at him, knocking him to the floor.

“What did he do to you!” he grunted, throwing up the gauntlet and webbing it to the ceiling. Before you could jump for it, he tackled you to the floor, webbing one of your hands to the ground.

“He told me the truth!” you screamed, punching him in the nose with your other hand. He webbed that hand to the floor as it tried to reach out to your gun. He kicked away the weapon, webbing the rest of your body, making sure that you were secure, unable to escape.

He didn't want to, but you were unstable, not yourself. Whatever Thanos did to you, fucked up the person he knew, the person he loved and he was determined to get to the bottom of it. He was determined to get you back.

“What do you mean ‘truth’? Do you hear yourself right now!” he said in vain, his chest heaving with every breath.

You stopped struggling in the webs, making Peter question if you ever were. You only laid with a wide smile on your face that soon turned into hysterical laughter. Tears flowed freely from your eyes as you tried to catch your breath making Peter’s breath hitch.

“loud and clear Peter,” you managed to get out, your laughs calming down to little giggles.

“Then why are you doing this? Why did you attack me!”

You rolled your eyes, “You refused to give the what i wanted that’s why,”

“But why do you want it?” he said desperately, growing annoyed with your vague words.

“Why do you want to save the world?” you countered, “Because it feels good right? You feel accomplished? You feel needed, you feel useful,” you shook your head, “You feel like aching pain in your chest to do the right thing, to do what you think is right for the world” you paused, “So what’s so wrong in wanting to destroy it,”

“I save the world because it's the right thing to do Y/n,” he said seriously, disgusted that you would think of the possibility of destroying the universe, “You’re killing innocent people! You lived through those five years, you knew how devastating it was for everyone,”

“But i enjoyed it,” you cut him off, “I enjoyed watching them suffer, because- because i knew it was the right thing, what Thanos did- it was destiny. It was fate! But you fail to see that, you all fail to fucking see it!”

“See what! See what!” he shouted, trying his best to understand what you were saying because none of it was processing in his head.

“People don’t appear out of thin air Peter! I didn’t have a family or friends! I woke up in the middle of nowhere! Knowing nothing about myself and you people fucking took me in and USED me because of my skil!” you spat, “When i asked to find my real family you all denied it, you denied everything i ever said, i asked, you people did nothing for me!”

He started to back away when he noticed your hands begin to glow red, the webs around your body melting off your skin. Suddenly his hands became heavy, something cold clicking around his wrists, pulling him to his knees. He struggled, his muscles strained as he tried to break free but it was futile.

He let himself get trapped, he let himself get distracted.

What confused him more was your sudden power. You were known for your slick fighting skills and use of your guns and various weapons. Not powers that made chains burst out of the ground strong enough to withhold him even with his super strength.

Did Thanos do this to you? Is this why you turned to his side, because he gave you special abilities?

“But now, I know my true self, I know my purpose,” you continued, “I’m not a superhero Peter, maybe not by your definition. Saving all those people, using my powers for ‘good’ means nothing to me,” you stood tall over him, power surging through your veins, “cause guess what! It’s repetitive! People will always find a way to get hurt, to use people for their gain! Humans! Humans are a fucking waste of time but you all never saw that. You just saw the good not the evil,”

“Because that’s our j-”

“Because that’s our job, yes I know, but it's not,” you cut him off once more, “Who ever said that we need to protect people who can’t even help themselves? Who ever said we needed to have this responsibilities on our shoulders for something we can’t even control,” you pointed at him, “You never asked to be spiderman, sure the same can’t be the same for iron man or captain america but they choose that, we didn’t,” you sighed, “But none of you understand that, only-” you paused, “only Thanos does,”

“Is that why you're doing this? Because of something our enemy said,”

“Your enemy, not mine,” you smiled weakly, “He’s made more sense to me that any of you have, he showed me my true powers, my true self in the matter of minutes, something you all couldn't do in years,” your hands dropped to your side, “because he’s my family, he knows my true destiny the real reason why I was given my gift,” you gestured to the gauntlet, “And that’s to complete what he started, that’s why he put me on earth Peter, and I can’t let you or anyone ruin that for me,”

That’s when it clicked, “You’re his child,”

You smiled softly at his words, “I’m not a hero Peter,” your shoulder shook as you let out a tired laugh, “I’ve tried telling you this so many times but you-,” you took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself, “You just never fucking listened!”

Peter stayed silent, looking down at the floor in defeat. You knelt down in front of him, talking his jaw in your fingers to pull his face up, forcing him to look into your eyes.

“I never wanted to hurt you Peter,” you whispered, your eyes softening as you looked directly into his now dull, dirty browns.

“You already did,” he sneered, feeling no remorse for his words, “You did when you took his side, when you betrayed us, after everything we’ve fucking been through your side with a purple fucking raisin,”

You only sighed, your head dropping as you stood back up, stretching your back, “You’ll understand Peter, one day you will,” you began to walk back to the gauntlet, flicking your fingers to get rid of the webs, “To bad I won’t be there for that to happen,”

The shiny piece of metal fell softly into your hands, laying snugly in your palms. Peter watched with dread as your eyes glimmered with glee, reflecting all the colours of the stones, glowing dimly when it landed on the red one.

“How do you think it’s going to feel?” you said out loud, staring in awe at the gauntlet, “I mean I’ve felt the wrath of one stone but six?!” you chuckled, “I could only imagine what that must feel like,”

Peter only grumbled at your words, looking around for something, anything that might spark a light in his mind. That might help him to escape but he found nothing. You had the power of a fucking infinity stone running through your body, if he were to try anything you were sure to break him back down despite which stone you got your powers from. It didn't matter, you were still stronger than him in every way.

“Question is, should I put the glove on, then the stones? Or maybe the other way around? Should I do them all at once or individually,” you looked back at him with a mad grin, “The options huh?”

“You really are his child,” Peter grumbled, looking off to the side, “Sick and twisted, just like him,”

“See! You finally get it!” you said excitedly, throwing your arms in the air, “Glad to know we’re finally on the same page,” you giggled right after.

Normally it would make his heart flutter, but now it only made him sick to his stomach.

“God, It’s just-” you took a deep breath, “I’ve haven't used my powers in fear of hurting others that- that I never even cared about! I just acted like i cared cause- cause that was my job right? That’s what everyone said!” you flicked your hands at the glove, morphing it into the perfect size to fit your arm right in front of his eyes, “Now, I could explore its limits, its full power without being thrown into some tacky jail in the middle of nowhere,” You grinned, “Isn't that exciting?”

You began to take out each individual stone, keeping them floating by your ideas, your eyes flickering from each one to judge it like it was a beauty pageant.

Peter looked at you ridiculously, “No, it isn't,” he took a deep breath, “Y/n, this isn’t you,”

You chuckled, fitting the glove on your hand snuggly as you raised the six individual stones further in the air, spinning them around you, “On the contrary,” you moved the space stone to one of the slots, groaning as its power seeping into your body, “I think this is most i’ve felt like myself in a while!”

He watched in horror as you put each stone in its individual departments, your smile growing wider and wider with each one. Your body began to float off the floor, the light emitted almost blinding him at how bright it grew.

“You don’t have to do this Y/n!” Peter shouted desperately, grunting as he pulled on the chains keeping him locked to the floor, “God dammit Y/n! You don’t know what you’re doing!”

You ignored his pleas, his words void of anything to your ears.

“I’m sorry Peter,” you whispered, turning back to look at him with red glowing eyes, “But the villains just have more fun,” you cackled, breath heavy as the power of all the stones surged through your veins, making them pop with colour, “And I’m about to have the time of my life,”

With that, a bright white light filled Peter’s eyes, knocking him back against the debris, taking him out cold on the floor.

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mlm-writer · 5 years ago

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The Colour of Happiness (Black Hat/Vascar x GN!Reader) SMUT

Pairing: Black Hat/Vascar x Gender Neutral Reader Rating: Explicit (hell yeah getting railed by vampire daddy) Words: 1006 Summary: Sexy times with your boyfriend gets a little emotional, because he is secretly an insecure baby and I love him. Tags: Smut, anal or vaginal penetration, fluffy smut, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, multiple creampie, breeding, some dirty talk ig, urgh he is so hot, look at him he is babey but also daddy af, no beta we die like men

“Satisfied?” You let out a laugh, your body still jerking in the aftershocks of your third orgasm that night. You lied face-down on the bed, clenching your hole to keep his seed inside.

“Why? Your vampire stamina finally failing you?” You gasped as he pulled your head off the pillow by your hair. You felt his teeth lightly graze over your shoulder and you shuddered. While you were not keen on being bitten by those fangs, feeling them graze your skin was immensely hot.

“Are you saying you’re not satisfied until I am done for?” You swallowed. That was a dangerous game to play. You’ve known your boyfriend for a long time, but you have remained friends in respect of his faith. Now, everything was different. He has turned into a sinner and a nympho. You did not know how far he could go and you did not want to bite off more than you could chew.

You were probably thinking for too long. His lips lightly lingered on your ear while he whispered gently. “I will stop whenever you need me to, love.” You let out a sigh as you heard those words. They were both reassuring you and filling you with his love.

“Give me what you got, big boy,” you teased, before he manhandled you back on your knees. He scooped up the cum that had dripped out of you and pushed it back inside, before joining it with his cock. You were whining as he easily pounded into you, aided by his cum. You grew louder, loving his rough pace, the slight burn of the stretch around him. He had the tendency to growl. The animalistic and primal habit had grown on you. Your grip on the sheets grew tighter as he worked you towards your fourth orgasm. Wet noises echoed through the room, followed by heavy breathing and the occasional yelp from you. One hand had a tight grip on your hip, but the other roamed freely, feeling you up. His fingers ended up on your most sensitive part, stimulating you as he whispered words of encouragement into your ear, telling you to feel him, but not cum until he does.

“Breed me,” you reply, out of breath and having only the need to come undone on your mind. Those words worked magic on him, everytime. He was filling you up in no time with his fourth load. One whispered word from him and you clenched down on him while you stopped holding back your orgasm. He did not stop though. He fucked you through his own and your orgasm, his new stamina allowing him to keep going without a pause. You, however, could only take it as he was giving it to you. You tried to squirm away as his hands played you like a violin, the overstimulation hurting a little, but feeling oh so good. “Wait,” you gasped out as he was talking about pumping you full again.

Vascar almost stopped dead in his tracks, a hand running through your hair in apology for whatever he thought he did wrong. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He cooed, the fear in his voice making you feel bad.

“Nothing,” you assured him, before taking a deep breath to get your bearings. Your vision remained a little hazy from the pleasure, but you found the words you were looking for. “I just,” you paused to pant, “I want…” Nevermind, you did not have enough brain to find the right words. You reached back, pushing lightly at his chest and he backed off as if he was scared. You tried to push yourself up, but your arms were still weak, as were your legs. Vascar helped you as much as he could, the frown on his face making you feel really bad for stopping him. With his help, you managed to roll over onto your back. You could finally see his face properly and smiled as you spread your legs for him. “Okay, continue,” you laughed breathlessly.

He eyed you suspiciously as he came closer, his semi-hard cock resting between you. “You just wanted to change positions?” He questioned as he bent down to kiss down your body, occasionally licking the skin and grazing it with his fangs.

“You never face me when we have sex,” you pant, “I’m starting to think you don’t like my face.”

“That’s not true!” He raised his head, looking angrily at you. “Who made you believe you are not the most gorgeous person on the planet?”

“You. You never face me when we have sex. I just said that.”

He was on you in milliseconds, lips covering yours in a passionate kiss. “It’s not you,” he whispered between feverish kisses. “I just thought…” He sighed as he lifted his head far enough for your lips to be free to talk. “I didn’t want to scare you with how I look now.”

Your heart melted. You cupped his face with both your hands and pushed him farther away so you could see his face. “You should know by now that those fangs are a huge turn on,” you chuckled as you pushed his upper lip out of the way with your thumb, revealing the fang underneath.

“And the eyes?” He almost whispered, voice a little funny from your thumb pushing at his lip, but you understood.

“Your eyes are incredible,” you reassured him. Your thumb let go of his lip to run over his cheek. “Yellow is the happiest colour and you,” you lifted your head to kiss him, “make me the happiest person alive.”

He looked so surprised, even as he smiled and kissed you again. “How about I try to make you even happier?” He hummed as he rubbed his cock against your dripping hole. You chuckled and nodded.

“Show me the face you make when you cum in me,” you replied, seeing his face change from fondness to extremely turned on. He made a promise to show you more than once, right before slipping back inside you.

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washymylifeaway · 4 years ago

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SunaOsa fanfic recs,,, well writer recs LOL

HI! Can you tell I’m excited? Well I’m very excited! I have been stuck in SunaOsa hell for the longest time and I enjoy it very much down here :D Come join me, you won’t regret it LOL. But seriously, I love SunaOsa and I meant to do fics, but then the sheer number of writers I had compelled me to make a post for them ahahah.... I’m here to finally prove to everyone that I am actually in love with SunaOsa and that I have not been lying to you all LOL (ik no one actually cares, but it’s an important matter to me). LEGGO!

As always, pls check WARNINGS, TAGS, and SUMMARIES for fics before reading and make sure you’re taking care of yourselves (since mental health is key!) Stay healthy loves <3

Each author is DIRECTLY linked to their SunaOsa works LOL. I actually didn’t think about this until now, and I didn’t know it’d work but here we are LOL. Whooooh internet :D Also, ignore that some of these writers have like less than 3 fics for SunaOsa,,,,,, I like their writing, okay? :’))))

I’m gonna preface this with I love all of these writers (if I didn’t, they wouldn’t be here) but I can only come up with so many ways to say I WOULD DIE FOR THIS WRITER and THEY WRITE BEAUTIFULLY so to save you from recursion, preface.

LINK TO MY SUNAOSA ML :D

DeathBelle // one I haven’t recommended and this one also got finished semi-recently, An Inconvenient Espionage by DeathBelle (E) 26.6k // a SPY AU! Where Osamu and Atsumu are separated due to necessity over anything else really, and both absolutely hate their partners :) I love their interactions as the fic progresses and how do you accidentally fck somebody? READ TAGS AND WARNINGS, SMUT!

tookumade // because I really can’t rerecommend the same mf fic for the 2384230 time (and cause this one deserves some love), colours in the dark by tookumade (G) 1.3k // an injury recovery fic :D The focus on the fic is on the recovery and the relationship more than anything, but I just love it so much! This is such a comfort fic, and I love their back and forth banter (but it’ll make you feel really single LOL).

rosegoldwriting // sjdkhjdslhf I CAN’T BELIEVE I HAVEN’T RECOMMENDED THIS ONE ANYWHERE WHAT come on with the rain by rosegoldwriting (T) 6.5k // SOULMATE AUUUU! I love my soulmate AUs and this was no exception :D Also I love singing in the rain (it’s been a while since I’ve seen it, but ik it’s a great movie), and ngl I agreed with Suna,,,, kissing in the rain just feels like it’ll be wet... Regardless, I love the ending and I love this fic too so :) (also ryan gosling cameo LOL)

bastigod // A COLLECTION OF FICS cause I love them and I haven’t recommended this yet :0, i've got you in the end i wish i had you from the start by bastigod (T) 8.2k // this is a collection of 7 one shots for sunaosa week! I loved the prompts for that week, and I loved each and every single fic on this list :D They’re all so freaking good and my favorite chapter was ch 3 hands down ljdfadjsf it’s GREAT :D

pancake_surprise // CAUSE CHOCOLATE and honestly the dove wrappers are say some stupid things sometimes like who’s writing these LMFAO, Melt with You by pancake_surprise (G) 2.8k // Osamu is doing what any sane person does with dove chocolate advice, he follows it. Not that it has any good advice, but I mean ig it worked? Trust the process? Anyway, I agreed with Atsumu in this (LOL) but hey it ended cute and I think that’s all that matters :’)

badreputation // OKAY THERE’S ONLY TWO BUT I LOVE BOTH WHAT YOU GONNA DO? FIGHT ME?????? (pls don’t, I’ll lose) Take a hint by badreputation (T) 5.4k // UGH I LOVE THIS ONE! One of the first SunaOsa fics I read and one I keep rereading! I absolutely agree with the fact that Osamu is a Neanderthal and I love food as a love language (feeding me would make me swoon over you, however, if you WERE flirting with me, I would not know LMFAO).

minie_ai // again, only two but like I said what you gonna do about it >:( And I'll Feed You Again by minie_ai (G) 7.3k // MYTHOLOGY cause Suna is a cute fox who causes problems LOL. Also, I love the setting it’s in (ik random, but I wanted to put it out there :D). And SPAM NUMBER made me laugh (maybe my humor is a little too broken) but idk I just thought it was really funny akjshflkjasd.

miyarinnnn // PLEASE not everyone clowning them,,,, someone smack off the stupid grin I have on from reading it :)))) Call it passive or aggressive by miyarinnnn (T) 10.4k // OMG this fic was so much fun to read!!!! I loved how there was the Osamu + Omi bonding moment and the BONUS AT THE END AOSFJOIAS,,,,, There’s like a slight smut scene, but other than that, Osamu is the sappiest man ever. Yeah, it was really funny and cute and I had a great time reading it :D

sketchedsmiles // honestly, I have no words because I was like no way this would happen, but then the a/n and yea anyway double vision by sketchedsmiles (T) 18.3k // I do wanna know how this worked irl, but that’s beside the point LOL. This is why communication is key, but I mean ig I can’t really blame Suna LMFAO. The situations are just tailored so well to misunderstandings and every time is a near miss :’))))). But also shout out to beer pong king Osamu LOL.

sieges // parallax if you want some hanahaki, the art of keeping up by sieges (T) 12.3k // I actually did watch this movie (though you don’t need to in order to read this LOL) and I was really surprised cause I didn’t think anyone would’ve made a fic based on it! Honestly, I don’t think I would ever be able to agree to help my crush write a love letter to their crush, so props to Suna (lol maybe I’m just lame like that okay?) :’D

sifuhotman // even if you don’t wanna read it, go look at the photo at the very end, Paint by Numbers by sifuhotman (T) 5.3k // jealous Osamu because Suna stares at Atsumu LOL. BUT the discount combee comment make me cackle because I CAN SEE IT AJFKAFFJSA (esp with the picture provided, it’s been burned onto my brain). I like this fic because it has some cute twin moments and I love their relationship! (BUT THE COMBEE AFIOJOD.)

SilverMoonT // I love his cat, atypical confession by SilverMoonT (G) 15.5k // I’ve said this before, but I’m not a big fan of body switching fics. HOWEVER, I am a big fan of this,,, say what you want idc idc it’s a good fic. I love the Suna Akaashi best friend agenda in this, and I fully support it :D

spiritscript // I almost sent you all to angst town ahahah,,, maybe I should LOL,,,, two drinks by spiritscript (T) 4k // I saw the instagram post and then OF COURSE I had to come read the fic itself! And like the panic ordering is hilarious as well as the misunderstandings LOL. It’s a wild ride with a lotta coffee Suna doesn’t like LOL. BUT THE ENDING IS CUTE and no kiss kiss cause consent is important :)

lunarins // YES I LOVE THIS ONE JKASJD you taste like strawberries on a summer evening by lunarins (T) 4.4k // I LOVE THIS ONE! I adore all the character cameos that happen (POOR SHIRABU) and THE ENDING AJHFKSJA. I love the ending. Also the food explanation by the writer was really cute and creative!!! (and I love how Osamu tells us what love taste like JADSJK!)

unrequitedangst // 3 fics but I love them all, working backwards till it rhymes by unrequitedangst (T) 4.2k // I love this fic, like loveeee. The plot is funny (I love pushing in the right direction to figure things out) and the way they plot against Atsumu is hilarious. Like gotta make sure that this makes him angry, yes.

sunablinks // there’s also only 3 fics so you should read all three :D, Cherry Bomb by sunablinks (T) 5.4k // CHECK TAGS AND WARNINGS cause they drink a lotta alcohol! But this fic is just Osamu being a mess and everyone makes some very bad decisions. Also, poor Meian san having to dead with their poor decision making skills LOL.

Surprisingly enough this didn’t take that long...... Like I think this is the fastest I’ve ever made a list,,,, Anyways, revelations aside, I had a lotta fun making this list cause like I’ve been saying, I’m in love with SunaOsa. They also definitely have some of the MOST tooth rotting fics I’ve ever read before (physical pain because of the fluff), so if you’re into that, you don’t have to look too far :)

Also sorry for not being super active in terms of new content, but this might continue through next week cause I’m getting busier :( Hopefully not though!

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vaguely-concerned · 5 years ago

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The Mandalorian Fic -- The whole future lies in thee

Set right after episode 8 -- Din makes a promise. Fluff, tenderness, parenthood, ~2000 words

On AO3

The baby was sleeping soundly, finally, safely tucked into the container that once again had to serve as a crib after all of the ugnaught’s skilled work had gone to waste. Despite the sound of the kid’s slow peaceful breathing Din turned in the pilot’s seat to glance over his shoulder, just to be sure. With nothing else around the ship suitable as padding, Din had gone back to using his cape for the purpose — the baby didn’t seem to mind, one small hand tangled in the folds of it and his face slack-mouthed and soft with sleep, mythosaur pendant still clutched in his other hand.

Din turned back to the viewport to watch the serene lights of hyperspace dancing by outside, blood caking uncomfortably in his hair under the helmet.

Whatever it was IG-11 had done with the bacta spray it seemed to have worked —Din’s head felt clear, apart from the exhaustion, and that horrible raw wrongness in his torso that meant something important in there had been shaken past breaking was completely gone — but he still ached all over, every movement setting off a fresh fireworks display of discomfort through his whole body. He felt vaguely like he’d just gone three more rounds with the mudhorn and lost every one.

Din kept his hands loosely curled around the control sticks even though there was no real need to anymore, with their destination set and the ship’s systems ticking away steadily. His plans hadn’t arrived at a real ‘towards’ yet, having largely stopped at ‘away, before something even worse shows up’, which he felt was becoming an unfortunate yet undeniable trend in his life lately. Get far enough away, get some supplies, hope for some decent work, rinse, repeat.

The events of the last few days blurred together, a thin sheen of oil puddling on top of deceptively calm waters without sinking in. From experience it would probably hit him worse once the battle numbness receded, but for now he simply sat there in the vast silence of his head, watching the lights run by. The only sounds were the baby’s snores and the familiar creaks and low moans of the Razor Crest.

Finally Din sighed and shifted a bit. He should go find something for the baby to eat in case he’d be hungry when he woke up. What with one thing and another it was starting to be a while since his last meal. Din got up and walked softly over to the hatch, dropping down as gently as he could to avoid waking the kid. He opened the storage space he reserved for foodstuffs and stared blankly at the containers within for a while, willing himself to just pick one.

That was when the crying started.

Din startled out of his haze of indecision and made his way back to the cockpit, where the baby was giving such a miserably plaintive cry that Din felt it like an ache in his own chest. When he spotted Din the baby cried even louder and reached his small arms towards him, straining up desperately enough that he almost fell out of his seat.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Din said, picking him up and holding him in a state of mild panic because he’d never heard the kid make a sound like this before. “What’s wrong?”

The baby just sobbed helplessly, his tiny face tucked against Din’s body and his three-fingered hands clutching at whatever part of the armor he could reach.

“You hurt somewhere?” Din asked, fear shooting up his spine and shaking him awake in earnest. The kid had seemed fine, but maybe something had happened that Din hadn’t noticed, or perhaps turning that wall of flame away had been too much of a strain on his little body, or —

Cradling the baby against his chest Din reached up with his free hand to activate the extremely rudimentary medical scanner built into the visor of his helmet, only partially reassured when it showed nothing out of the ordinary with the kid except a heightened pulse, which could easily be attributed to the huge gasping sobs. The scanner was only designed to give information on the ‘dead or alive?’ sort of level. If something was wrong with the baby’s brain, or, or wherever else his abilities came from, though, how would Din even…

Shit, he wished the nurse droid were still here, IG-11 would have known what to do. When it came to usefulness they would have been better off if it’d been Din blowing himself up at the end of that tunnel. The Armorer might be wiser than anyone else he’d ever met, but he didn’t know what the hell she’d been thinking, sending the kid off with Din as his only permanent bumbling support. For a moment and for the first time since he was a boy, Din gave serious consideration to just sitting down on the spot and bursting into tears himself.

Taking a deep breath he pulled himself together.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he said, holding the baby closer. “Everything’s okay, I’m here. It’s safe.”

The baby gave a hiccup between sobs and gazed up at him, the worst of the urgency slowly melting away. His round cheeks were flushed and his face still scrunched up slightly in distress, but his eyes cleared enough that Din could see something in his voice must have reached him.

“Whatever it is, we can fix it,” Din said, willing himself to believe it as he stroked his thumb over the baby’s forehead and along one fuzzy ear. The baby still looked at him, his hand fumbling to grab a hold of the fabric of Din’s gambeson like he was afraid Din would disappear if he didn’t.

Din maneuvered his way down to the lower section of the ship one-handed so they’d have more space, speaking to the baby the whole way — he had no real idea what he was saying anymore, only that the baby seemed to calm at the sound of his voice. Once he reached the cargo hold he started pacing slowly, though whether to help soothe the baby or himself he couldn’t say at this point.

The baby fussed quietly but miserably, still unable to settle all the way down. Din rocked him gently in the way he’d found through trial and error best did the trick, mindlessly walking back and forth across the floor as he looked down at the baby and tried to prod his exhausted mind back to work to figure out what was going on.

“This would be a lot easier if either of us knew how to talk,” Din told the baby mournfully, bouncing him as he reached the end of the cargo hold and turned around again.

A spark of instinct lit up the weary murkiness of Din’s brain. When Kuiil — and there was a blankness around the name in his head that from experience meant something large and ugly was waiting to take its toll when the worst of the fog lifted, but for now there was only silence — when Kuiil had taken the baby away with him, back towards the ship, Din had been too wrapped up in his own fear-hazy thoughts to think to reassure the kid, too busy trying to work out contingencies and strategies with too little information to go on to...

Something shifted in Din’s mind, his perspective drifting and realigning just so, as he realized that the last time he’d seen his parents he had always known it was the last time. There had been no time for doubt. One moment they’d been there, and then they were gone. There had been no space where he hadn’t known whether they were coming back, no waiting.

Big dark eyes watching him as he walked away and didn’t even glance back.

The thought went through him like a shot the beskar could do nothing to stop, leaving something in there to bleed.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, cupping the baby’s head in his hand. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”

The baby looked at him with his head on one side, ears lopsided in exhaustion, but there was something like understanding in his wide dark eyes, the crying finally dying away.

“Yeah, I know,” Din murmured, stroking the back of the small downy head. “I know all of that was scary. It’s okay to be scared. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. It’s okay.”

The baby rubbed his cheek against the breastplate, fumbling around until he found the mythosaur pendant around his neck and absentmindedly stuck it in his mouth as he gazed unwaveringly up at Din. Distantly, illogically, Din wanted to press a quick kiss to his forehead, but he doubted the kid would find the cold touch of beskar and transparisteel all that comforting. Instead he carefully wiped the last of the tear tracks away with his thumb, smiling despite himself when the baby scrunched up his nose and made a protesting sound around the pendant. “Sorry.”

Din unfastened his breastplate so the baby would have something softer to rest against, then half collapsed, half sat down on the spot, his back resting against the bulkhead. He held the kid against his chest, cradled in the crook of his arm. The baby made a pleased sound and tucked himself even closer with a wiggle. Din used two fingers of his right hand to pull off the glove on the left so he could feel the reassuring warmth of the little body under his hand, gently running his thumb back and forth over the baby’s back when he snuggled into it.

They sat like that for a while until Din sighed.

“I know… I know words don’t count for much and you’re probably still too small to understand, but I — think I need to say this out loud.” Din glanced down and carefully took the kid’s tiny hand between his own thumb and forefinger, stroking the back of it. “I’ve, uh. Sworn only one other oath in my life and it was a long time ago, so I might be a bit rusty.”

While he paused the baby wrapped his entire hand around Din’s index finger, his feet tipping idly back and forth in the way that usually signified contentment while he gazed up at Din.

Din took a deep breath, dizzy with something like reverence and possibly also the last lingering remnants of the concussion. “No matter how many times I go away, I am always going to come back. As long as I still live I am always, always going to come back for you. I promise.”

His voice broke slightly on the last part and he cleared his throat, blinked quickly a couple of times even though he knew no one could see his face. The baby raised his arms in the way he did when he wanted to be lifted, so Din held the kid up in front of him until they were face to face, or at least face to visor. The baby reached out and put his palm flat against the metal, giving a low happy coo.

“I know I’m not much of a prize,” Din said in a rough voice, their new sigil bright on his shoulder and in his mind. “But I promise I’m going to give it everything I have.”

The baby babbled like he was imparting a piece of great wisdom and wrapped his arms as far around the helmet as he could with a trilling sound, legs dangling cheerfully. Din used the opportunity while his view was obscured anyway to close his eyes for a second.

“I promise,” Din said again, willing his voice to carry the meaning if the words couldn’t, and held the child even closer against his chest.

#my writing #the mandalorian #star wars #fun fact: this was actually the first story I started writing/wanted to do for this show haha! better late than never I guess

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rynhaswritersblock · 5 years ago

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sista-sista | p.p.

a/n: okay so one day i was really bored and then i was like "does peter parker have a sister?" so i googled it and hE DOES AND HER NAME IS TERESA PARKER AND SHE'S ON EARTH 616 (just like mcu peter ahhh)

summary: you (peter's sister; you can even pretend y/n says teresa if you wanna get real lol) were recruited by nick fury multiple years ago. ever since he discovered you, he took you in and trained you to work behind the scenes at S.H.I.E.L.D., and was the one to help you recover after being kidnapped by a terrorist group and experimented on (which resulted in you getting your powers). nick convinces you to work on a mission with peter, resulting in your coming clean to him about your past and the biological relationship between the two of you.

warnings: will probably make you want to be the one to play teresa whenever they introduce her into the mcu (join the team!!), cussing, some mildly triggering themes ig, oh and ***FAR FROM HOME SPOILERS, THIS IS A WARNINGGGGGGG*** also this is NOT a peter x reader because that would be incest lmao

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"y/n!"

"yes?" you ask, turning around to meet eyes, or, eye, with nick fury.

your eyes slightly soften at the man who took you in. while he doesn't exactly have the warmest appearance, he was the one who made you the powerful woman you were today. without him, you didn't know where you'd be, or even if you'd be alive.

"i need your help." fury says solemnly, making you furrow your brows as you lean back against the wall.

"got it, what for?"

"peter parker's identity has been revealed by mysterio, and mysterio has tricked the entire world into believing spider-man is a villian."

the very second the words fall from fury's lips, your breath catches in your throat.

"i'm sorry, what?" you choke.

"peter parker, as in your brother, is in dire need of your help because his identity has been revealed and reputation has been completely and utterly flipped." the man states sternly, looking at you pointedly with a hint of remorse in his eye. (a/n kinda funny writing about nick only having one eye but this is serious i'm sorry i'm sorry)

you gulp, averting your gaze to the ground, your brain spinning out of control as you try to gather your thoughts.

"you..." you mutter, pulling a chair and sitting at the table, running a hand through your hair and tugging at the strands. "you want me to work with my long lost brother on a life-threatening situation where i'd have to be around him, like, very often? do... do you expect me to just like throw my identity out there, or...?"

fury sighs and pulls a chair, sitting next to you. "it's best if you tell him who you are, that way he knows he can trust you. he's currently in hiding with his aunt-"

your heart tugs at the sound of nick talking about peter's aunt, who is also your aunt. you fight the urge to dwell on the fact that you're missing out on a happy life with biological family members.

"- and if he knows you're his sister, he's more likely to trust you. especially after this whole shit-show with quentin beck, he feels he doesn't know what's real and what's not."

you cover your face with your hand, pulling at your skin before resting your hand over your mouth, elbow resting on the table. you stare at the ground, thinking.

"fine. but you have to let me talk to him privately."

+ + + time skip sponsored by tom holland's thighs (cause i mean come oN) + + +

the quietness of the meeting room almost drives you insane, your foot tapping on the ground at hyper-speed as you wait for fury to come back with peter.

the door swings open, your head snapping up as you watch fury walk in, followed by peter. a small gasp falls from your lips as you look at the boy, head full of brown curls and with deep brown eyes. he has a stern look on his face, clad in his black and red suit which you had seen from afar, having helped out behind the scenes. he meets eyes with you making you snap out of your head. you clear your throat, quickly standing and reaching out a hand for him.

"peter, this is y/n. she'll be helping us with the case." nick says, carefully watching the two of you.

peter's gaze averts to your hand, hanging midair as you wait for him to shake it. you watch as he side-eyes nick suspiciously, fury giving a quick nod, inducing peter to reach out. the older boy's hand meets yours, firmly shaking it before pulling away. you nod at the boy, remaining strictly professional- confidence was your cover with everyone you met, and only the ones who really knew you got to see your nervous, awkward side.

"nice to meet you." you nod, quickly looking him in the eye before shifting your gaze over to fury, whom you were much more comfortable looking at.

"you too." he replies, the first sound of his voice making your heart skip a beat, feelings of longing coursing through you.

you knew this wasn't a good idea.

"i'll let you and y/n talk while i go do something..." fury says, giving you a knowing look as he leaves the room shutting the door behind him.

you clear your throat uncomfortably, gesturing for peter to sit. you lower yourself onto the chair at the head of the table while peter sits to the one on the side next to it.

"how come i've never seen you around here?" the boy asks.

"that's..." you begin, hesitating. "that's what i'm here to talk to you about."

peter raises an eyebrow at you as you look up at him, sighing.

"peter, i'm... i'm your sister."

you purse your lips, looking up at your brother with anticipation.

suddenly, he bursts out laughing, making you furrow your brows.

"my... my sister?" he wheezes, looking at you. "that's insane... you're crazy, i'm leaving. i knew fury was being weird."

your eyes widen as he stands from his chair and your hands shoot up, pulling your anti-receptors from your temples. with just your thoughts, you stop the boy in his tracks and a sigh falls from your mouth. you quickly let him go and he immediately spins around, eyes frantic as he looks at you.

"what the hell did you just-?"

"if you'd just sit down, i can explain everything. all you have to do is listen." you breathe, sitting back down as the boy returns to his chair, also sitting. peter's gaze stays on you as you slip your anti-receptors back onto your temples.

"after your parents- well- our parents died, i was kidnapped by a group of terrorists. they experimented on me for years- giving me my powers- until, finally, nick found me and rescued me. he's raised me and i've been working for S.H.I.E.L.D. ever since i was fourteen. i've only ever been allowed to work for him behind the scenes because i'm so young, so i've never done anything like this. listen, i know it sounds insane, but i'll show you any paperwork and answer any questions you have." you explain.

you watch as the boy looks down at the table, lips pursed as he nods slightly.

"you... you were kidnapped? experimented on?"

you nod.

"so that's how you were able to do... whatever that was?"

"yeah, basically." you breathe out. "i can read and control minds and am, essentially, a genius. and i'm a telekinetic."

"if you can control minds then how do i know you're not making this up and just making me believe it with your head?" peter inquires, cocking his head at you as he moves slightly backwards.

"these." you say, pulling the anti-receptors back off from your temples and handing them to peter. "anti-receptors. they keep me from using my powers unless it's important."

the boy inspects them for a moment before meeting eyes with you again. "me listening to you was that important?"

"according to nick, yes." you laugh lightly, taking the mini gadgets back and placing them on your temples.

silence fills the room for a moment before you swipe up a hologram on your watch, pulling up your personal files.

"here's proof."

you watch as peter reads through the information and dna tests that prove you're his sister for a few minutes before looking back at you.

"so, you're only seventeen? two years younger than me?" he asks, swiping down the hologram to meet eyes with you again.

you nod, looking around the room before deciding that you might as well give him time to process all the new information. you stand, sighing as peter also stands.

"well, uh, it was nice meeting you, peter, i'll let you-"

peter cuts you off as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you to him. your breath catches in you throat before you ease into his embrace, wrapping your arms around his torso, feeling him hold you tightly as he buries his face in your neck. your heart swells, the feeling of hugging your brother after seventeen long years melting away your loneliness.

the two of you slowly pull away after a moment, smiling at each other.

"aunt may is gonna love you."

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HOW COOL WOULD IT BE FOR MARVEL TO INTRODUCE TERESA INTO THE MCU

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quillfulwriter · 5 years ago

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The Distraction: FFXV Iggy’s Birthday Fic

Prompto's in on a surprise party for Ignis, and he's been tasked with being the distraction. It's harder than he thought, but he won't let the guys down! (Forgive the Promnis vibes, I'm trash for them.)

Words: 3073 words (10-25 minutes) | Chocobros

This was it, the big day for their surprise party for Specs... Prompto was in charge of being a distraction, probably the hardest job of the whole thing. He tried telling the others that, but they swore up and down that he could do it, no problem. Riding in the passenger seat next to Iggy like usual, Prompto figured out that was probably because they didn’t wanna do it. Not ‘cause hanging with Iggy was bad or anything, but keeping him distracted when he was designed for laser-like focus was gonna be the hardest thing he’s ever done in his life.

He convinced Ignis to take him along to the Crown City mall half by saying he wanted to check out some places and half by saying he should learn what Ignis does for Noct, so he could be a backup if he needs it. And that only worked by stocking up Iggy points with little favors to make his job easier. Y’know, to prove he could be a good backup!

Which was kinda part of his day-to-day anyway. Iggy worked so hard doing stuff for them all the time, and Gladio and Noct didn’t really do that whole ‘helping with dinner’ thing. But hey, that’s what made it such a good cover story!

“We’ve arrived,” Ignis announced and the doors automatically locked once he put the car in park. The morning sun gave a little extra warmth to the winter air, but he couldn’t complain about the cold when it meant Ignis broke out his sharp, double-breasted wool peacoat. All his friends were supermodels, but he had to give it to Ig, he looked extra good dressed for cold weather. Like the Six knew it when they set his birthday in stone.

“Gotcha,” Prompto answered, springing out of the car with his camera around his neck. Just in case! Never know when you’ll see a shot you just got to take, and it was a great reason to draw out their trip if he had to. Ignis always stopped to wait when Prompto wanted to take pictures, and he was pretty patient about it too.

And really, Prompto was banking on that. They still had to decorate, put the gifts together, make a cake… And they hadn’t even started wrapping yet. Leaving all that to Noct and the big guy felt like a recipe for disaster, but all he could do now was his part. Going at a light jog to keep up with Iggy’s longer, purposeful stride, Prompto followed him into the Crown City mall.

“So! What’s our first stop?” There wasn’t much of a crowd, since it was mid-week. No luck there. Just made Prompto think about how he wished there was more color in their uniform.

“We’ll be visiting just the one shop: a specialty dining store,” Ignis answered and led the way. “There are certain cooking instruments designed for the road that will prove essential on our journey.”

“Hey, Iggy!” Prompto raced ahead of him, eager to get started ‘cause this was gonna eat up hours. …Okay, maybe one hour. For his first distraction, Prompto picked up a cup-like thing with a little curve for pouring, some weird plunger thing, and measuring lines on the side. Turning around with a bounce in his step, he showed the tool to Ignis. “What’s this gadget do?”

“Hm?” Ignis strode over to the table Prompto picked out. Even here, he did the driving and pushed the cart along too. There was a lotta stuff here he didn’t recognize, so Prompto had plenty of ammo to keep his attention. “Ah, that is a milk frother, primarily used for lattes and other such beverages where foam is a key part of the experience.”

“Right, right. Y’know, I’ve never had a latte.” He put the frother down by the others, twisting it so it’d match its family of frothers before he took off after Ignis. “Think you could use it in hot chocolate?”

“You certainly can. I’ll show you sometime.” Ignis had a hint of a smile as he wound artfully through the rows and rows of cooking stuff that was either high-end normal stuff or specialty stuff.

“That’d be real sweet of you,” Prompto shot back a pun, giggling while he followed after Ignis.

Maybe if he wasn’t so caught up looking at grills, Iggy might’ve given as good as he got. Probably better, he did a lot more reading than Prom and that gave him more material to work with. Comparing little portable grills to each other with wordless hums and silent notetaking on his phone, Prompto was pretty sure he could do a dance and get nothing from the royal advisor. Or just a quick glance, anyway.

“Hey, uh, Igster,” Prompto ventured an interruption when he looked just about done. “Isn’t this thing just a slab of salt?” He held up a swirled dark and light pink rectangle about two or three inches thick labelled with just ‘mineral salt block’ on the side.

“It is far more than that.” Ignis finished up a note on his phone, picking up a boxed version of the grill he settled on and put it in the cart. “That is for grilling or stovetop cooking for the right stove, and it imparts a lightly salty flavor with the various health benefits of its mineral composition to—” Ignis sighed, picking up on the overwhelmed look on Prompto’s face. Probably. “It’s good for the food and for those who eat it.”

“Ah, gotcha. So Noct’d hate it, huh? Too healthy.” He put the block down, smiling at Ignis’ laugh.

“It doesn’t feature the same textural concerns Noct has with beans, but… I suspect you may be correct.”

Of course Prom got a text right then, and he hoped it was Gladio or Noct saying everything was fine and ready to go. Pulling his phone out of his pocket with only a little extra flair, he brought up the message from Noctis.

Need more time.

Only one way to answer that. Tossing in an exasperated emoji, he sent back just what he thought of that.

y tho

And the picture he got from Noct was so depressing, it was truly a loss for mankind. What was once gold cake was a bit more brown-and-black-ish, and big chunks of it were still stuck on the pan while the rest was somewhere off-frame. Uh, he hoped.

Noooooct

Thank Gladio.

smh how much time u need

A few seconds turned to a minute and Prompto kept checking his screen every few minutes before Ignis finally spoke up.

“Prompto, do pay attention,” he advised.

“Right, gotcha.” Pockets his phone for the last time. Left on read by Noct! If it wasn’t for Iggy’s birthday, he’d be in for a parade of emojis until Prompto got an answer. Or maybe not, but it sounded kinda fun to do. Trotting to catch up to Ignis again, he started up conversation. “So, you do all this by yourself?”

“Typically, yes,” he answered, though he sounded pleased rather than put out. Even looked the part smirking like that when he pushed up his glasses. “Gladio has little patience for it and Noctis has other responsibilities. It’s only natural this should be entrusted to me.”

“Yeah, but on your birthday?” Oops. He was so not supposed to say that, and Prompto’s stilted laugh when he figured out his slip-up didn’t do anything to throw Ignis off his scent. He even stopped to look at Prompto, examining him for answers. Or maybe it just felt like that and Prompto was worrying too much! He just to chill like Noct said to. Yeah, just… chill.

“I didn’t realize you knew.”

“Yeah, well, y’know.” Crap, he was very un-chill right now. Prompto shrugged, eyeing the shelves next to him for a way out of this conversation. “Noct brought it up, and I guess it stuck.” Gotta find a distraction and quick. It’d just buy time, Iggy’d never forget a slip-up like that, but time was all he needed. Prompto snatched up a waffle iron at the end of a really long stick from a display by the camping stuff. “Oh em gee, check this out! Waffles at camp, can you imagine?”

“If you’re willing to make them one at a time,” he teased with that slight smile, turning back to push the cart ahead. That’s right, Iggy, focus on the to-do list and forget that little blunder from Prompto.

“Aw, I’d never keep up with the big guy,” he mourned, dejectedly returning the specialty cookware to its box and catching up to the birthday guy again.

“Indeed not.”

After gathering the rest of their supplies in preparation for the coming trip in the warmer weather, Ignis checked off the final item in his phone.

“And that concludes our shopping for the time being.” The cart was expertly packed just so everything fit in and was even sorted for putting on the belt in an orderly fashion at checkout. Seriously, Ignis’ brain should be melting from all the stuff he thought ahead on. But Prompto was keeping up with him for now, anyway—maybe he really could be halfway-decent at this back-up thing.

“Really? You do a ton, but you really make it look easy. And that’s not just flattery to distract you, I mean it!” Dammit, he was getting bad at this. Thankfully, Ignis pretended not to notice it. Probably. He doubted he really didn’t realize. Ignis, miss something? Next, it’d rain ice cream!

“I should thank you.” With the last item rung through checkout (Prompto didn’t even dare to look at the total), it was as good a time as any, but so weird. Yeah, Prompto got it, he’d do the same if he were Iggy, but… He laughed, shrugging it off. Like always, Ignis kept going undaunted. “As much as I don’t anticipate I’ll need a substitute for my duty to Noctis, it never hurts to be prepared.”

“Hey, uh. No problem! Least I can do, really.” Prompto was spared being even more awkward somehow when Ignis gave his attention to checkout. Plus, it got him a second to text Noct without spectacles maybe seeing what he was up to if he didn’t figure it out yet.

omw home

Not yet.

Prompto let out a groan, slumping in defeat. The shopping trip was over, Noct! What now?

“Stocking the cart might go more smoothly if your hands were free.” Uh oh, that was the informative warning tone. Ignis was audio-coded to hint at what he was thinking and Prompto was getting a code yellow.

“Uh, right.” Putting his phone away, he helped moved the grill and cooking stuff he didn’t exactly recognize into the cart. They were almost done and Prompto blurted out his only idea before he had a chance to think about it enough to stop. “Actually, wanna go someplace cool after this?”

“Pardon?”

“Y’know, ‘cause it’s your birthday! There’s guys who can take this stuff back to the castle, yeah?” He really hoped Ignis would buy this. He couldn’t be the one who screwed up and ruined the surprise, the guys were counting on him! “Isn’t there a place you’ve always wanted to check out, but never got to?”

“Not especially,” Ignis answered after a brief pause. That mildly wide-eyed look was way too caught off guard… Could it be Iggy never thought about stuff he wanted to do before? Seriously? Prompto wanted to not believe it, but with all the stuff he’s always doing for everyone else under the sun, it’s, y’know… Possible. If not super likely.

“Then I’ll show you around. C’mon, it’s just one day, not even. Two hours.” Ignis pulled the cart to the side and out of the way, which wasn’t a yes but it wasn’t a no yet either. He could still get away with this! Prompto flashed the smile that usually worked on Noct, tossing in an eager bounce to cover his bases. “Birthday trip? Birthday trip!”

“There’s snow outside, Prompto.” This answer was just a little bit weaker, not reinforced with the typical Ignis brand crisp certainty that came with every sentence. And what kinda sharpshooter would he be if he didn’t take this opening?

“So? We’ve got boots.” Prompto bent his knee and held one foot up like he needed to demonstrate. Paired with the grin, he could tell—he was winning this round.

“I have to return to the castle for dinner preparation.” Ignis’ gaze darted to the shop windows and the city guard posted outside. The ones that could take all this back to the castle for them and buy the guys some time before Iggy came back.

“How’s this—you go on the birthday trip you so deserve, let me take a couple cool shoots to remember it by, and I’ll help make dinner.” He offered his hand to Ignis, leaning into his field of vision to get his attention. “Deal?”

With a sigh and a signal the guards outside, Ignis gave in. “Very well.”

“Woohoo! You’re not gonna regret it.”

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After their side trip, they had to get someone to give them a ride and man, was it weird to have Ignis riding in the back seat of a car next to Prompto in calm quiet. Not a bad, awkward quiet—he was so used to those—but chill. He was usually in front too so Gladio could get the extra leg room, so at least being next to Iggy was just like always. Prompto dug out his phone again, sending one last warning text. They’d gotten another hour or hour and a half outta this, he hoped they figured it out.

omw 4 real

“When you said cool pictures, I hadn’t thought you meant literally on the ice.” Ignis only just glanced his way, his face still slightly red from spending time in the cold February air.

“Hey, that pond is a prime photo op!” He slipped his phone into his pocket, swapping it out for his camera. “Check it out,” he offered, bringing up a photo of Ignis in the light, warm glow of the late afternoon winter sun glittering off the ice, a faint plume of his breath in front of him and a delicate blush to his cheeks. Say what you want about the royal advisor, but it’d better be a compliment—he was gorgeous. “My best one yet.”

“Oh, so you collect them?”

“Ah, well, y’see, I—” Shoot. The car was slowing down and he caught a peek of the castle entrance. Thank the Six! “I take pictures of all you guys, yeah? Hey, look, we’re here!” Shuffling out his side, half-stumbling out, Prompto fled to safety. Almost over, this was the home stretch!

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“They keep falling!”

“And whose fault is that?” Familiar voices reached Ignis and Prompto as they worked their way back to one of the smaller, casual family dining rooms in the castle.

“The tape.” Ah, classic Noct. Ignis turned to Prompto with a questioning brow and he just smiled back, nodding him to go first. Nothing left to hide now! Ignis pulled the door open and stepped into the room, which… kinda looked like elementary schoolers decorated it, but hey. Not everyone was a perfect party coordinator like Iggy.

“Gladio? Noctis.” Was that disbelief or patient warnings at the sight of lopsided streamers hanging all the way over to Noctis, who stood on a chair taping the last corner up. For the millionth time, from the sounds of it. Mostly decently wrapped presents sat on one end of the elegant dining table and at the other were three whole separate two-layer cakes and enough fancy takeout for a family of six. “What is…?”

“Happy birthday, Specs,” Noctis said, smiling as he stepped down from the chair and came over with Gladio.

“Didn’t think we forgot, did you?” Gladio clapped his hand on Ignis’ shoulder, his too-perfect smile coming as naturally as ever. Maybe a little more, even.

“I… Suppose this was what the escapades were all about,” he remarked, glancing back at Prompto.

“Whoa, three cakes?!” Gotta change that subject, Ignis, they didn’t know about any escapades! It was just supposed to be errands. But it was their fault he had to draw it out, wasn’t it? Chill, Prompto—chill. “All this food… I’m just gonna have to run more tomorrow.”

“After running around all day today too,” Gladio joked, thankfully getting the hint. Probably.

“What’s this about escapades?” Noct was not so merciful, and that is why Gladio got all the ladies, Prompto thought to himself. Okay, yeah, it was always great to see him smile, just—not at Prompto’s expense!

“Hey, you guys told me to keep him busy!”

“And you did very well. I haven’t been ice skating since Noctis was a boy and that pond was rather scenic.” Ignis to the rescue even on his birthday, what a saint. He did fall into a thoughtful silence, looking like he was trying to find life’s answers in the present pile. “Though I had figured you out by then, of course. I am curious why you kept me preoccupied for so much longer than necessary.”

“Gladio wrecked the cake.”

“Okay, Princess,” he dismissed. “Told you to set the timer.”

“And I told you I was busy.”

“Never heard you.”

“Getting old already,” Noctis said like he was in mourning, giving as good as he got and ducking out of a headlock from Gladio by just a hair. He’d better be faster than Gladio after all that childhood of training with him.

“Regardless of the kitchen mishaps I’ll contend with later,” Ignis got their attention back. “Thank you. I admit, I am at a loss for what else I might say.”

“No big deal,” Noctis answered, obviously proud of himself. “You could start by having dinner. I’m dying to try these skewers,” he suggested, leading the way to the meal.

“Speaking of that, I do believe Prompto owes me a standing offer to help with dinner.” Ignis picked up his own plate and shot Prompto a smile. “An awfully easy suggestion when you know there’s takeout on the table, hm?”

“You don’t have to resort to birthday blackmail, dude. I got your back,” Prompto promised. And snagged a plate of his own, he had to get to this food before the big guy got it all. “Still, though. Uh, happy birthday, Ignis.”

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monohart · 6 years ago

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idiot. (boyfriend!au)

ft. liu yangyang, cardboard rockets and plastic universes.

“come on idiot, i want to see you one more time before you leave.”

“you call me idiot again and i’ll kick you to mars.”

“makes sense that i go to mars… since you’re leaving me anyway.”

when you were met with silence, you knew that you hurt him more than you had intended.

“i’m sorry, boo i didn’t mean it like that.”

“my point is, i’ll miss you… i miss you already. can’t you tell kun to wait a few more days?”

…

“boo, are you there?”

“yangyang?”

“if you would take a moment to enjoy the scenery outside your room instead of nagging at me, maybe you won’t miss me so much.”

“i’m not nagging at you! i just want to s- …. oh my god.”

the moment you looked up and peered outside of your window, you were immediately met with a rickety old cardboard rocket sitting on your front lawn, with your most favourite person in the whole universe standing next to it.

you dashed outside without hesitation!! tears were threatening to spill but you honestly didn’t care

he looked amazing like always even though he was barely even trying

if anyone could pull off wearing a red beanie with a hoodie of that shade of green, with ripped jeans and timbs, ya bet it would be yangyang.

also he was doing the bare minimum yet you could still feel your insides melt

he jogs toward you and greets you with a tight hug. yangyang is like a really good cuddler and he probably smells soft like fresh laundry and flowers so that’s a bonus :))

you actually burst into tears already and you look up to see why he wasn’t comforting you but you see that he’s also teary eyed and when yalls wet eyes meet you both laugh

then he holds your hand and walks you to the cardboard rocket you guys, along with your siblings and the neighbourhood kids, built when yall were 7

yall rarely talked about it but it still struck you at how crazy it was that you knew yangyang since you were 5, and now, as young adults, you guys were in a serious relationship of almost 3 years

of course since you were already super close to him and there was barely anything you didn’t know about each other, but also given how familiar he was with your family and you with his, it was kind of a bumpy relationship from the onset

you saw all of his flaws, sometimes more than you looked at his perfections.. and he with yours. but over time you guys realised just how beautiful each others’ flaws were and fell in love just the way yall were

the old cardboard rocket was way smaller than you realised. it had been a decade since you last seen it in the liu’s garage and you were surprised they haven’t thrown it out yet

you knew your boyfriend came prepared when the back of the rocket was reconstructed so that both of you could sit inside for a bit.

yangyang hands you a large parcel that he somehow pulled out of thin air

he be spending too much time with kun!! all these magic tricks smh

he watches you with bright, excited eyes as you carefully unwrap the parcel.. you do so slowly and carefully because u didn’t wanna tear the wrapping paper and when you finally got it off…

there was another layer of wrapping

you glare at yangyang who feign a shocked expression

so you ripped the second layer off and it’s a box?!

inside the box was a see-through mobile of the solar system and beyond. but what was super cool was that it was homemade

you knew kun had access to a 3d printer at his uni so this must’ve been how yangyang made it.

of course it wasn’t perfect since jupiter was the same size as the sun but you still loved it and it was the perfect gift and very symbolic

“even though i’m away, you’ll have the whole universe to keep you company. pretty cool, right?” yangyang says as he watches you examine the plastic universe in awe.

you carefully put it aside and then straddle his legs, sitting as comfortably as you could in his lap in the back of the cardboard rocket

as you grab his collar to pull him closer, he gets the idea and holds your cheeks in a comforting caress as he leans forward to kiss you

as much as you wanted to lose yourself in the kiss like he did, you pull away briefly and he’s looking at you probably wondering why u did that

“you gave me a plastic universe, but you, liu yangyang.. you’re my whole universe..”

“omg no, yangyang don’t cry. if you cry i’ll start crying too.”

you wrap your arms around his neck and holds him tightly as he leans against the walls of the rocket. you feel him bury his face into the crook of your neck

“omg yangyang stop crying i swear i’ll-”

you didn’t get to finish your sentence because there was a loud snapping and tearing sound and the wall behind him disappeared and the back of his head hit the grass outside the rocket.

he looks up at you with stunned eyes

and you’re still straddling him but you’re panicking like wait oh no we broke the rocket...

the rocket!!! the precious cardboard rocket from your memories.. broken

when you feel his fingers in your hair and his lips on yours again, you forget about the rocket almost instantly

when yall finally pause for some air akdjnd yangyang laughs at how much of a mess he made

like literally your faces were smudged with tears – mostly his – and u were wearing a bit of lipstick which was all over the place now.. and your hair was a whole mess, his beanie had fallen off someway along the way.. the picnic mat was a poor crumpled heap at the side.. there were pieces of carboard and styrofoam and dust… lots of dust.. floating around like snow

“oops.”

“you’re gonna board your flight and i’ll be stuck here cleaning up your mess.”

“i have time..” he looks at his watch and faltered because he definitely did not have time!! the flight was soon and he should get to the airport now

“it’s okay. you should get going, i’ll be alright.”

he doesn’t answer and wraps you in his arms again as he sits up.

“yangyang.”

“hm?”

“i love you.”

he is silent for a while a for a moment you thought you messed up.

honestly you’ve said it a couple times before because u did love him but he always either laughed it off or changed the subject

either he was really sensitive about it or it was because he wasn’t ready to say it back to you yet but even so you were happy to wait for him

except waiting hasn’t been easy.. felt really one-sided, yknow??

“hey lovebirds! liu yangyang! you’re gonna be late!”

kun. screaming in chinese. from the van u didn’t even notice was parked at the side of the road. oof of course..

u say hi to mama kun then help yangyang quickly fix up his appearance so he’d rock his airport look

he kisses u one last time then hops into the van without looking back and you feel a tiny pang of hurt in your heart :(

i mean ouch tf that kinda hurt esp after you said the sacred l word to him and really meant it

after packing the rocket and broken pieces into a corner, you headed indoors again with yangyang’s plastic universe

he had updated ig and it was just a few car selfies

of him wearing that ugly green hoodie and red beanie

which mean he took it minutes ago.. literally

what really stood out was smudges of your lipstick at the corner of his mouth

esp in one photo he pouted his lips which rEALLY MADE THE SMUDGES STAND OUT AKJDNJD

your eyes glanced over the caption without paying too much attention bc damn your boy fine

but oho u did a double take

caption read “i love you too. i’m sorry i couldn’t tell you in person because you’re too beautiful and i stumbled head over heels for you and lost my two remaining brain cells. i love you more than the whole universe. 🚀”

“yangyang, you’re an idiot.”

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junionigiri · 6 years ago

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A a a I'm trash and I love the way u write todochako so uh,ig a cute prompt would be idols! (I love idol aus so much and I love idol ochako even more) I love ur writing so so much!! I hope you have a good day!!

Awww thanks so much beb!!! Thanks so much for your request! This actually helped me reorient myself in a Todochako mood again so I can keep on working on my other fic hehe :)

Urabitii hasn’t felt this nervous for a long time, and ironically it doesn’t happen on stage, where thousands of her fans gather to watch her newest flashy performance. Nor does it happen during in a talk show, where multiple cameras are poised on her face while a TV host asks her a variety of nosy questions about her private life.

“Uraraka-san, are you ready?”

No. It doesn’t happen in public. It doesn’t happen under anyone’s admiring or scrutinizing gazes, not in front of those who really has a say on which direction her career as a pop idol goes.

She nods, swallowing as subtly as she can. “Yes. Anytime, Todoroki-san.”

Todoroki Shouto nods back with a small smile. Without another word, he faces the piano and plays out the opening notes of his new song.

Ochako struggles to count the beats in her head, almost in desperation, as she watches his long fingers fly across the keys with an ease and finesse she hasn’t appreciated on anyone else playing the instrument before. Very mesmerizing, but not as mesmerizing how his eyes look as he plays–focused, calm like ice but somehow holds a fire burning low, the flow of music from within him unstoppable.

She decides ultimately to close her eyes to keep herself focused on his music. She opens her mouth and lets his words out,

Like stars across the twilight, let me burn for you.

The song is less upbeat and more melodic than anything she’s recorded before, the words less cute and more intimate. Less kitschy, as is her trademark. More melancholic, somehow.

She doesn’t know why the former-pop-idol-turned-award-winning-songwriter would write such a song with her in mind. Even Manager Iida was surprised when Todoroki’s management suddenly contacted him and discussed the possibility of a collaboration. But while flustered, both of them decided to jump at the chance, Iida because it isn’t in his nature to turn down an opportunity as this, and Ochako because of the same reasons as Iida…

Like the cold blue of midnight, let me surround you.

… and also because the pop idol Shouto of five years ago is one of her main inspirations, perhaps one of the solid reasons why she’s here in the first place. When she was a nobody in Mie-ken with a guitar, a bad camera phone, and a Youtube account, she sang one of his lesser-known songs (Patchwork Calico, an autobiographical song about isolation according to the fanbook, one that’s a little too heavy for many fans but resonates with her the most). It was early in the morning, the sun rising behind her head and over their tiny front yard, just her voice and her guitar.

She doesn’t know how it happens, because the lighting is so poor and the sound only just cleaned with her poor sound editing skills, but that gains her a million views in a week and a lot of followers and a lot of expectations that she fulfills somehow. Soon, real offers come in, and she meets the tenacious Iida Tenya, and the rest was history.

Like smoke from the hearth, let me float to you.

And history continues to happen, as the song ends and she opens her eyes and focuses on him.

She doesn’t understand his stare at first. His heterochromatic eyes look turbulent for a few short moments that she wonders are even real. A small smile slowly and undoubtedly makes its way over his mouth, though, forcing her heart into a crazy rhythm that almost hurts her chest.

She takes a deep breath–she doesn’t realize how breathless she is at that point–returns the smile as best as she can. “Is… this okay, Todoroki-san? I feel like I was flat at some parts–”

“No. You’re perfect,” he says easily, infuriatingly so. Ochako feels like dying at that sentence and almost misses his next words. “I think the words could use some work though.”

“You think so?”

He hums, shifts to the side of the bench to give her room to sit. She does so, as coolly as she can, as impossible as it is to keep her blush down.

He doesn’t pay it any mind, if he notices at all. Likely he hasn’t. From the past two sessions of them working on the song, Ochako has learned that when it came to his music, Todoroki tended to shut everything else outside of the sound of his instruments and her voice. She can go there wearing nothing but a potato sack during their sessions and he wouldn’t notice, as long as she sings.

He’s a professional after all. He might have offered the collaboration because he saw a potential in her voice that he wanted to exploit, and nothing else apart from that. The thought keeps Ochako sane, somehow, keeps her from imagining that their time together is anything more than–

“Uraraka-san, how does the song make you feel?”

She blinks thrice. “Oh… me?” she sputters dumbly.

He nods, waits for her answer quietly in a sincere silence while her brain is on the verge of malfunction. Why would he ask, why would he care, what is she gonna say except ahhh it makes me want to melt because it’s you and I really idolize you and here you are making a song for me and–

Now that she thinks about it, she has been singing the words, but not really absorbing what they mean. She taps her fingers together as she rushes to understand the meaning.

“Well… because it’s you, Todoroki-san, performing the song makes me really happy.”

She flinches internally, realizing that she’s using her ‘idol voice,’ a measured cute one reserved for fan meets and TV appearances. Todoroki might have noticed, judging by the way his eyebrows raise.

She bites her lower lip in the next moment, forces some honesty in her words. “It’s… really melancholy, though. The words, and the melody. The songs I write and others write for me are usually about feeling giddy and head-over-heels and this is way different. Probably more genuine than anything I can come up with, and…”

His stare doesn’t go away. She swallows hard, the blush coming on mercilessly. “I don’t know… I feel a little afraid to sing it, to be honest. Like, finding a way to someone’s side that I won’t ever reach. I wonder if I feel what I’m supposed to feel when I sing the song.”

She feels quite stupid admitting it, because the song’s words are vague, quietly poetic. Todoroki probably doesn’t mean to put in the stupid pining she feels when the words come out of her mouth.

Yet, he is oddly captivated as he listens to her rambling. Eyes never leaving her, he says, “So that’s why it sounds different.”

“Different?” She can’t help the nervous giggle that escapes her. “I know, I know, I probably ruined the song, I’m stupid for saying so, and–”

He shakes his head. “It’s not stupid. The song is… different than expected. Your voice made it better, but the words are mine. I don’t think it does justice to what you can do for the melody.”

“Oh,” is all Ochako can say, without blubbering herself into oblivion. Trying to recover, she says, “You don’t mean that, Todoroki-san! I mean, I’m just another pop idol, my range isn’t that magical, and–”

He seems amused by her expression. “Uraraka-san, do you know why I asked to collaborate with you?”

She stops mid-ramble to stare at him dumbly.

It seems to take him a few moments to gather his thoughts. She’s worried about the turbulence that appears briefly in his mismatched eyes, floored by the tenderness that comes after. It’s hard reading Todoroki Shouto. She always feels like she’s on the verge of cardiac arrest when she looks into his eyes and tries to figure out what he’s feeling any given moment.

“I… saw it. Listened to it, I mean,” he tells her with an odd sincerity. “When you sang Patchwork Calico on Youtube.”

Oh. If her face was warm before, now it’s hot, her blood searing lava through her capillaries. She squeaks indignantly and hides her face in her hands. “Oh my god this is embarrassing, you of all people should not have seen that–”

The sound of a low chuckle disarms her momentarily. “Please don’t be embarrassed. I enjoyed it.” She feels a cold hand over her arm, making her look up at his eyes, suddenly so close to hers she sees the amused gleam of sapphire and onyx at a blinding frequency. “I loved it, in fact. I didn’t think my song could sound like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like… a sunrise.” She makes it obvious that she doesn’t understand, and again he chuckles. “It’s not only because you sang it as the sun rose. I mean… “

He exhales, as if deciding how much to say. In that moment, Ochako tries to remember the words to Patchwork Calico, the feelings of loneliness, of brokenness. Of scars that won’t heal.

She wonders why the song resonates with her so much, because it really is heavy. She doesn’t think that she has any of Todoroki’s struggles when he wrote the song. But like many kids she has had to deal with loneliness, of fear because of how unstable her family was then, of a broken heart when the boy she has loved for years never loved her back.

Still, she’s surrounded by love. Her parents love her, her friends love her. And she thinks she knows how to love back. She thinks of them when she feels tired and broken. She thinks of them many times when she’s on stage and offers her voice to the crowd.

Finally, Todoroki speaks up, utterly surprising her. “… it sounds hopeful? That there’s something beyond the isolation.”

His eyes are on hers again, unwavering. “I never thought that anything I wrote could sound like that. It’s… captivating.” One hand goes to the piano, playing out the notes to his song again, somehow sounding different this time. “I… wanted to see if you could do that again.”

“That…”

He smiles softly. “Change the music.”

In the way that only you can. She inhales, suddenly breathless once again.

“All right,” she says, returning the small smile. “I’ll do my best, Todoroki-san.”

They speak in low, intimate tones. Pen scratches along paper, hands press on the keys in broken melodies. Ochako sings his notes and her notes in an honest way she’s never tried before. She knows she doesn’t imagine the captivated look in Todoroki’s eyes as she does, and it makes her heart go into overdrive.

They compose the song successfully, and release it days later, filmed from the intimate setting of Todoroki’s home studio. Her honesty gains her some fans, and her melancholy makes her lose some, but it’s certainly a memorable performance that has people talking for weeks after that.

Needless to say, it isn’t the last collaboration between the pop idol and the songwriter.

#todochako #shouchako #todoocha #100 followers request thing #writings #thanks so much!#i like this au too #and i obvs went overboard again bc this definitely isnt just 500 words but #yeah #todoroki shouto #uraraka ochako #idol au #birbsandmorebirbs

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everything-is-by-design · 7 years ago

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(They Long To Be) Close To You

Part 2. Female reader. Holy balls you guys! Your support regarding this fic has made me supremely ecstatic. I honestly wasn’t expecting y’all to like this. This part is not as kinky as what’s hopefully to come. I’m figuring this is because Castiel hasn’t had sex since April and still isn’t quite confident in his abilities. Human women still vex him quite a bit and so do their vah-jay-jay’s. There will be more of a plot in the next chapter. I really just wanted to focus of the reader’s pleasure (and of course Castiel’s) in this chapter. I’ve been a bit...slow lately and my grasp of the English language is not up to par. I had a thesaurus up because I kept repeating the same damn word. Reader likes to mentally say things like, ‘Holy shit’ and ‘Holy hell’ if you haven’t already noticed. Castiel being adorably awkward. Anyway, enjoy darlings! Xo

Word Count: 3.5k

Castiel x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, feels, smut, swearing, self-image issues.

Reader contemplates becoming Castiel’s mate. Well, let’s just say that you don’t spend a lot of time mulling it over.

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You gulped, honestly a little nervous about what was going to happen next. I mean, you weren’t a virgin, but it had been…an extended amount of time. Did you even still know how to have the sexy times? Now, you had a freakishly beautiful being in front of you, literally begging for you and holy hell did you want to cave and give in. So, why exactly were you hesitating? Just say yes, Y/N. Kiss him. Belong to him. But deep inside of you was that pit of despair. What if he leaves? Or worse…

Castiel seemed to notice that you were having some sort of internal struggle. He cocked his head to the side as he had done a few times that night. A smile pulled at the corner of your lips as you admired the insanely adorable way he would study humanity. Kind of like a puppy. You wondered how exactly this would work. He said he’d had sex before. How long ago was that? Did he remember what to do? Did you even remember what to do? You started shouting at yourself mentally. You were snapped out of your daze when you felt him touch your face. His eyes were narrowed and filled with concern, “Y/N, are you alright?”

“I…uh…yeah, I’m just nervous,” You squeaked. Before he could speak again, you did. “Cas, we don’t know each other. At all. I’ve been hurt before. Left before. If we do this, I will latch onto you and never let go. Like some kind of love and affection-sucking parasite.”

His grin made your heart flutter, “I don’t have a problem with that.”

You kept fighting though and you wished you’d shut up. “What if I scare you away? I’m not all sunshine and rainbows.”

He shrugged, “I don’t believe I am either.”

“Well, I—”

You were promptly cut off by the angel very gingerly pressing his lips to yours. Your slightly widened eyes closed and you kissed him back. Literally every fear that you had had moments prior were gone. An unexplainable warmth spread through your entire body and when he broke the kiss, you genuinely had to catch your breath.

“That felt…”

“Like it was meant to be?” Castiel offered. You nodded and wrapped your hand around his tie. You pulled him towards you and your lips met again. The kiss was hot. You melted into it immediately, letting it consume you. You let go of everything; the tragic deaths of your family, your loneliness, your constant dread of intimacy, your fears of abandonment. All of it gone. Nothing mattered except him. In this moment, you felt home. Like nothing could touch you. This was pure serenity. This was heaven.

Your fingers wandered up to his raven locks and you laced them there. His hands were on your back and hip, pulling you closer as if you were a lifeboat in the middle of the ocean and he was trying not to drown. However, you would gladly go down with this ship.

Your core was getting slicker by the second and you grabbed onto the angel’s hand and guided it down to your sex. You leaned your head against the wall and you parted your lips as his fingers grazed you over your panties. He froze and looked up at you, “Uh…”

You lifted your head and frowned at him, “You said you’ve done this before.”

Castiel nodded, glancing down at your sex and then considered the placement of his hand before nervously looking back up into your eyes. “I’ve had generic intercourse before. However, I’ve never touched female genitals.”

You scrunched up your face, “I know you’re an angel, but your terminology is really putting me off.”

He just stared at you with a relatively confused expression, “What would you prefer I say?”

You blushed, “I don’t…uh…there are a few things you can say. Vagina obviously, but that doesn’t sound very sexy. Pussy…or, uh, cunt works.”

“That’s a little derogatory,” Castiel grunted.

“Yeah, that’s the point,” You said. You gestured to his crotch, “Same goes for you though. Penis doesn’t sound sexy. Dick is a little better, but most people say cock.”

He looked down at his sex and then back up to where his hand was awkwardly stationed against your panties.

You felt bizarre talking to the angel about dirty slang. You decided to urge him on though, “Say it.”

He gulped and looked genuinely frightened, “Say what?”

“Say what you want to do to my…ya know,” You hinted.

Castiel looked like he was being put through some kind of life or death trial and saying ‘pussy’ was going to save him somehow. “I…uh…I want to put my fingers inside of you.”

You nodded and shrugged your shoulders slightly, “Okay, better. Keep going.”

He kept his gaze locked on your clothed sex and started tracing patterns on your panties. A very small moan slipped from between your parted lips and his head snapped up. Understanding seemed to register in his brain. He licked his lips slightly and continued. “Okay, I want to…um…use my fingers to make you orgasm.”

“You wanna finger fuck me, Castiel?” You asked as seductively as you could muster.

A visible shiver passed through his body and he nodded. “Yes, I want to feel your…cunt…and make you…”

He was starting to lose control. He switched languages and finished the rest of his sentence in Enochian. You assumed it sounded hot and kind of went with it. Seeing him starting to come undone was turning you on beyond belief. He pulled at the waistband of your panties and slipped his hand in. A small groan of pleasure and awe fell from his lips as he marveled at the softness of your sex. A deep hum rumbled through his chest as he slipped a finger between your folds. Your head fell back and thunked against the wall, but you couldn’t care less about the slight sting and buzzing that you felt in your head.

“You’re very wet,” He observed. His statement of the obvious still managed to turn you on though.

You grunted, “Yeah, that tends to happen when you’re erotically charged.”

“I wonder…” The angel trailed away and you watched as he brought his finger up to his mouth. Holy fucking Christ, is he gonna? He ran his tongue over the nectar from your core that lingered on his finger. He looked pleasantly surprised, “It appears coffee isn’t the only taste I enjoy.”

You just kind of blinked at him.

He pointed at your panties, “Can I remove these?”

You gave him a fast and excited nod, “Yes, yes please do.”

Expecting him to take them off like a normal person, you were surprised when he snapped his fingers and they vanished. You flinched at the cool breeze that hit your core. He returned his hand to your sex and slipped his finger back into you. He clarified, “So I just…thrust my fingers in and out?”

You nodded, unable to form actual words. He initiated his movement and began to thrust his finger in and out of you. You moaned at the sensation and grabbed onto his shoulder. You dug your claws into him and growled at him to go faster. He complied, and delighted at how you squirmed from his touch. He pushed in a second finger, stretching you a little and picking up speed. “Fuck, Cas.”

“Am I doing this correctly?” He asked, his eyes trained on your sex.

“Yes, holy shit, yes,” You said breathlessly. He curled his fingers up and hit your g-spot and you cried out at the stimulation. “Fuck!”

“I’m going to assume that that feels more pleasurable,” Castiel offered.

“Y-Yeah, it does. D-Don’t stop,” You begged.

A very wide—and rather mischievous might I add—smile spread across his face. “Oh, I don’t plan to.”

You moaned at the sound of his words and his devious smile. You just grinned and then let your jaw fall slack as he pumped three fingers into you. He threaded his free hand into your hair and gave a slight tug and your eyes snapped to his. The eye contact. Holy hell. If you didn’t know any better, you figured that he would have been able to make you cum just from that fucking eye contact. You were getting deeply eye fucked right now and you didn’t dare break his heavy gaze. You felt blissful waves beginning to crash against your shore and your breathing hitched in your throat. “C-Castiel, I’m gonna…”

“Y/N, are you going to orgasm for me?” He asked, trying his best to be sexy. Of course, you really didn’t care what he said right now. You weren’t even on the same freaking planet at the moment. You were all the way up in space, unaware of the laws of gravity. He could have asked you if you wanted to turn into a bloody dolphin and you would have agreed without hesitation.

“Yes!” You wailed as he pumped mercilessly into your sex.

“Go on then,” He offered, his calm intensity making you gooey. You felt mild pins and needles pulse through you as you fell off of Mt. Pleasure and into a deep ocean of ecstasy, moaning his name out in some kind of naughty prayer. You barely noticed that the lights were flickering violently. You made a note to care about that later. Your magic was going haywire. You buried your face in his neck and gently prodded at his feathers. You slowly regained your composure and your breathing began to level out. You softly kissed the skin of his neck and he held onto your back, as if to keep you steady. Your hands fell to his pants and you unbuckled his belt. His breathing picked up as you undid the button on his pants and the zipper. “Y/N…”

It was your turn to invade his underwear with your hand. The angel drew in air almost in a gasp as your fingers made contact with his sex. You sunk your teeth into his neck and he groaned in pleasure. You smiled against his flesh, “Pants off, feathers.”

You heard him snap his fingers and his pants vanished. You momentarily pondered where all these clothes were going to end up once you were done. You looked up at him and his gaze was unwavering and so very hungry. You eyed his clothing and made a face. How exactly were you going to take his top layers off with his wings in the way? He seemed to know what you were thinking and clicked his fingers again. The angel stood naked in the middle of the bunker and you stared at him, gaping a little. Insecurity passed over his features when he saw your reaction, “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head and gestured to his whole body, “Nothing. Nothing is wrong with what I am looking at.”

“Then why are you staring?” He asked, tilting his head again.

You laughed, “Because you’re fucking gorgeous and I want to enjoy this image.”

A light but noticeable blush rose in his cheeks and he scratched the back of his head awkwardly. His wings curled inwards as if he was embarrassed with your proclamation. You grinned and peeked through his feathers like blinds on a window, before parting them and yanking him by the back of his neck into another kiss. His sex was pressed against yours and you whimpered at the slight friction it caused. No, not yet. As much as you wanted him to fuck your brains out, you wanted to drag this out a bit longer. You broke the kiss and trailed your lips down his jawline and neck. You kissed down his chest, paying extra attention to his abs, and then continuing on your way until you were on your knees.

“Have you done this before too?” You asked, smirking up at him through your lashes.

“I don’t know what you’re…” He tried to put the pieces together but seemed to falter completely as you began to stroke his length with your hand. The way he was looking at you, damn. That eye contact again. You felt yourself getting wet once more. You ran your tongue up his shaft and swirled around his tip. The sounds he was making. Holy shit. You kept pumping with your hand and as soon as you swallowed him down he shuddered. “Oh, Father.”

That must be a good sign. You kept on your merry way. Flattening your tongue and hollowing out your cheeks and sucking him down. You bobbed up and down and soon felt him weave his fingers in your hair. You looked up and saw that his wings had drooped completely, twitching every now and then. You lifted your free hand and dragged your nails down his torso. The angel’s moans were too hot for words. He was leaning against the wall with one hand for support. He needed support. A freaking powerful and relatively emotionless celestial being with superhuman strength needed a fucking wall to keep from falling over. Your mouth was making him lose every ounce of control and that thought drove you up the wall. Achievement unlocked. How many experience points were you getting from this? You hummed around his cock in triumph as you felt him start to twitch.

“I think I’m going to—” He cut himself off by his own cries of pleasure. He bucked his hips into your mouth and pounded his fist on the wall as his hot cum spurted into your mouth. He shuddered and his voice cracked as he unraveled. You popped your mouth off of his cock and waited until he opened his eyes to show him his cum in your mouth. He blinked as you swallowed it. He moved his hand from your hair and gently caressed your cheek. “Up.”

You immediately did as you were told and stood. He pressed his lips to your forehead for several seconds before scooping you up into his arms. You yelped in surprise which elicited a rather adorable chuckle from the angel. He teleported you both to a bedroom in the bunker that you weren’t familiar with. He set you down and you looked around. “Is this your room?”

Castiel nodded, “Yes, Sam and Dean always have it here for me if I need it.”

More warmth spread through your chest. Those boys were so good and you were thankful for their existence. You smiled, “Well, you’re definitely going to need it tonight.”

He smirked and cocked an eyebrow. He clicked his fingers again and your nightie disappeared. As a rather unfortunate reflex, you wrapped your arms around your chest and stomach. He made a face at you and rubbed your arms. “Are you ashamed of your body?”

You avoided his gaze but he steered your face back to his with his hand. You rolled your eyes slightly, “Well, yeah. I mean, I’m not insanely attractive.”

Castiel held your face in his hands, “You’re beautiful.”

You squinted at him in disbelief. Oh, you so badly wanted to believe that. Especially since the compliment was coming from a freaking angel.

He looked sad and confused, “You really don’t believe that, do you?”

You couldn’t reply. You just stayed silent and tried not to shake in his grasp. His expression was making you uncomfortable. It looked like he was genuinely offended with your insecurity of your physical appearance. He bit his bottom lip and nodded to himself as if he was having some kind of mental conversation. He cautiously peeled your arms from your body and trailed his lips down your neck and throat. He stopped at the top of your breasts and breathed you in deeply. He grabbed onto your hips and maneuvered your body until you were on your back on the bed. He was on top of you, wings spread the length of the bedroom, his feathers grazing the walls. He brought his mouth back down to your chest. He sucked your left breast into his mouth and moaned at the feeling. He sucked on your nipple, seeming to slowly catch onto how all of this worked. He bit down ever so gently and you gasped.

He quickly detached and looked up, “Did that hurt? I’m sorry.”

You smiled, “It was a good kind of hurt, Cas.”

He responded by leaning down again and biting your breast. You arched your back up into his body. You felt him hovering over your right breast, unmoving.

“Cas?” You asked, concerned.

He kept his head bowed, “I don’t want you to think that you are anything less then beautiful.”

You sighed, “It doesn’t work like that, Castiel. You can’t just change the way I’ve been thinking of myself for years overnight. You can’t snap your fingers and change my thought process. My mind isn’t like our clothes, it won’t be that easy. I want more than anything to think that way, but it’s…challenging.”

He growled almost a little angrily into your skin. He looked up to you with a kind of ferocity present in his azure orbs. He spoke with aggression but you knew it wasn’t meant to be hurtful. “Then I will spend every day for the rest of my existence trying to make you see how beautiful you are. Even if you don’t see it yourself. I vow to you that I will see it for the both of us.”

You pulled him up so that you were face to face. You smiled happily, “Castiel.”

“Yes?” He whispered.

“Thank you,” You said. That was all you could say. You wanted to say more. You wanted to say that his devotion made you feel an endless euphoria that you’d never experienced in your life. You wanted to say that being there with him was perfect. That for once in your many years of loneliness you actually felt whole and completed. He was a gift. His father, God, literally made him for you. To be yours. To take care of you. To love you. To be your timeless rock of support. “Claim me, Castiel.”

His breathing hitched briefly, “We will be bound forever, Y/N.”

“I want to be yours,” You said, your lips gently grazing his. “Always.”

He responded by kissing you softly at first, but then picking up an intense passion that swallowed you whole. He adjusted himself at your entrance and you opened your legs to allow him access. You held onto his back and dug your nails into his flesh as his tip pushed into your core. Everything was changing now. Absolutely everything. You were entranced as he pushed inside of you, stretching you, filling you. He grunted deeply, “So tight.”

You had no words for him. No witty quips. You didn’t point out the obvious. You were lost. Completely submerged in serenity. You arched your back, desperately needing him to be closer to you. You needed to become one with him. He picked up a rhythm, clearly remembering this part from his previous encounter. His head was bowed again and you could feel his warm breath on your throat. Castiel was like a drug. A drug that you were now instantly addicted to. You were becoming a junkie and you surrendered yourself to him one hundred percent. Your moans were becoming ragged and you felt yourself slowly starting to slip into the rapture.

Castiel started to speak. You were too blissed out to really capture what he was saying, but you knew he wasn’t speaking English. It sounded like some sort of Enochian chant. A ritual. Gradually, the room began to fill with white light. You couldn’t shut your eyes though, as you were entirely entranced by what was happening. The light was getting rather blinding now and Castiel reached up and covered your eyes with his hand. He continued his chant, seeming to repeat the same phrase over and over again.

“Y/N, say that you bind yourself to me willingly,” Castiel said.

“What?” You asked, a little foggy.

Castiel was starting to shake, “You need to say yes to me, to be mine. I n-need your consent.”

“I b-bind myself willingly to C-Castiel,” You panted.

“I bind myself to Y/N. Now and for all eternity. I am h-hers as she is m-mine. We are one,” He responded. As soon as the words left his mouth you felt heat spread through your body. The heat stretched to every nerve ending in your body, lighting them up and filling you with raw exhilaration. You cried out in pleasure as you felt his true form intertwine with your soul. You could feel your soul. There were very few words to describe the sensation and you were too lost in infinity to really grasp onto any kind of vocabulary. Castiel raised his voice too and your walls clamped down around him. It was like paradise itself was coursing through your body as you splashed down into that ocean once again.

The light faded and Castiel removed his hand from your eyes. You stared up at him, slowly regaining your grip on reality. His eyes were glowing and his wings were curled around both of you, almost protectively. When the glow faded from his gaze he looked down at you. “Mine.”

“Yours,” You said solemnly.

Tags: @elma-shay

#castiel x reader #reader insert fanfiction #smut #fluff #angels #spn #supernatural #mating #this is actually decent #more plot next time #y'all honestly don't need a summary #you know what's gonna happen

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imagineteamfreewill · 8 years ago

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International

Title: International

Pairing: Reader x Model!Sam

Word Count: 2,882

Warnings: Several mentions of drugs/drug use, angst

Summary: You’re an art student who accidentally meets the world-renowned model, Sam Winchester. When he wants to meet up with you, you accept, not knowing that your decision would throw you into the spotlight. And fame can be a cruel thing, especially when it comes to love.

Beta: @jpadjackles

A/N: This is part 8 of the Fame series! Please let me know what you think, feedback is greatly appreciated! Italics are thoughts, as always. Also, I used a picture of Jared towards the end of the story. It’s linked in the text and I highly suggest you take a look at it. I find it pretty amusing.

Fame Masterlist

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“Hello?” you mumbled into the phone, propping yourself up with one arm against the pillow. You squinted at the clock. Its red numbers read that it was already nine in the morning and you sighed, holding back a yawn.

“Hello, Y/N! This is Rowena MacLeod!” sang a cheery voice on the other end. You peered at the wall, confused.

“Who?” you asked.

“We met at the afterparty last night, dear. Don’t you remember?” It took a moment but the woman’s accent finally clicked with the image of her face in your mind.

“Oh, Rowena! Right, right. Um, how did you get my number?” Beside you, Sam had rolled onto his back, hazel eyes just barely opening. You slid out of bed, nearly tripping over your gown in the process, and made your way into the living room, closing the bedroom door behind you. You didn’t want to wake up Sam; it wasn’t often he got a day off, and you wanted to try your best to make sure he caught up on sleep.

“I have lots of connections, dear. I’m calling to talk to you about Sam,” Rowena said, her tone making it clear she had no intentions of beating around the bush with you.

“Sam? Shouldn’t you have just called him, then?” You held the phone between your shoulder and ear as you started making coffee.

“Not exactly. Everyone knows the way to a man’s heart, brain, and stomach is his woman, and I need your help with something. My son, Fergus, is an agent. He’s been watching Sam’s career for years now, and now I’ve heard a rumor that your boyfriend disposed of his agent because of you. Is that correct?” You hesitated. It wasn’t exactly common knowledge that Sam had fired Ellen instead of just leaving the agency, let alone that it was because of your relationship with him. If Rowena knew that, she definitely had connections, and you weren’t sure you wanted anything to do with someone like her. On the other hand, if she had those connections there was no doubt she could spread some nasty rumors about you. You didn’t want to deal with that again, and you found yourself confirming her suspicions.

“I need your help convincing Sam that Fergus is the right agent for him,” she continued. “My son has a reputation of being very,” she hesitated, “harsh. I know him well, Y/N, and he does what’s best for his clients. He’s a good agent, but sometimes his reputation precedes him. Can you help me?” Rowena’s voice lilted through your phone speaker and you chewed on your lip, watching the coffee drip from the machine to your cup. After a moment you sighed.

“I can do that, Rowena,” you replied. A delighted cry came from the other end, followed close by a laugh.

“Wonderful! I’ll be talking to you soon, and hopefully, Sam can meet with Fergus. Goodbye, Y/N,” Rowena said. The call ended. You stared at the blinking screen of your cell before dropping it on the counter and moving your mug out of the way so you could get Sam’s coffee ready as well.

Once both mugs were ready you made your way back into the bedroom, pushing the door open with your hip. Sam was sitting up in bed when you walked in the room. As soon as he saw you, still clad in your evening gown from the night before, and with a cup of coffee in each hand, his face broke out in a wide smile.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he murmured, kissing your lips when you leaned down. You smiled and handed him his mug, then sat down on the bed beside him.

“Good morning, handsome. I figured you’d sleep in later today,” you replied, sipping your drink and closing your eyes happily. Sam laughed softly and you felt him tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“Well, your phone conversation woke me up—not that I’m complaining that the first thing I heard was your voice. Who called?” he asked. You looked down at your drink, hesitating. You had to go about this in the right way, lest Sam think that you’d taken it upon yourself to keep rumors about the two of you from hitting the papers.

“Y/N?” Sam pressed. You looked up and met his eyes, and when you saw the worry evident in them you forced a little smile and blinked a few times.

“Sorry, I’m still a little tired,” you laughed. The worry melted from Sam’s face and he laughed along with you, kissing your forehead sweetly. “The call was actually for you. It was about an agent, a really good one,” you told him.

Sam’s eyebrows raised in surprise, the crinkles on his forehead causing you to smile. You loved everything about his face, but the lines on his forehead were your favorite. They could show every range of human emotion. It broke your heart every time someone photoshopped them out for an ad.

Nodding, you continued, “His name is Fergus MacLeod, and before you say anything,” you said, holding up a hand to stop him from interrupting, “He’s better than you’d think. He’s just got a bad reputation. I looked into it, I promise. I wouldn’t have said anything about it if I didn’t think it was a good idea.” Sam was watching you as you spoke, complete trust in his eyes. You chewed on your lip nervously and waited for him to reply. This was the test; it was up to Sam to choose his agent, and now was when you’d find out how much he trusted you to help him make decisions in his life other than what to wear or where to go for dinner.

“Okay,” Sam nodded. “Okay, I’ll call him.” He smiled and leaned in to kiss you again, the taste of coffee bitter on his lips. You wrinkled your nose and pulled away. Sam laughed. “What?”

“I still can’t believe you drink your coffee black, it’s disgusting!” Grinning, Sam leaned in to kiss you once more, but this time you set your mug down and bolted out of bed, shaking your head. “Nuh-uh, mister. I don’t wanna taste your coffee again, I prefer mine with creamer, thank you very much.”

Sam laughed and rolled out of bed, stalking over to you. His hair was a mess and his suit was rumpled, but he somehow still managed to look amazing. You laughed when he trapped you against the dresser, a hand on each side of you as he lowered his head to kiss you deeply. You smiled into it and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing back happily.

“Still don’t like the taste of my coffee?” Sam asked, his voice hoarse when he pulled away. Smiling coyly, you looked up at him through your lashes.

“I could get used to it.”

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You watched from the couch as Sam rolled suitcase after suitcase out of the bedroom, each one making the pile in the living room bigger and bigger. Sighing, you stood and walked over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind.

“Do you really have to go?” you asked, your cheek pressed against the back of his jacket. Sam’s hands found yours and he gently pried you off of him, turning so he could face you.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, but this trip is really important. We can still Skype and call all the time, though,” he promised. You worried your lip and met his eyes, your mind filled with concern.

“I just hate being here without you. What if you got hurt? Or you got stuck there forever? What if there’s a plane cra—” Sam silenced you with a kiss, his soft lips moving against yours. You melted against him, holding onto his arms as your eyes fluttered shut against the sensations. When he pulled away you were breathless. It took you a moment to open your eyes again.

“I’ll be fine, Y/N. I promise. Crowley will take good care of me.” You nodded with a small sigh, knowing he was right.

Sam had signed a contract with the agent two months ago, and since then it had been a whirlwind of job offers and photo shoots. Sam’s career had picked up right where it had left off. He’d had shoots every day for the past month and sometimes he even did multiple shoots in one day. You didn’t know how he did it, considering he barely got any sleep. You’d almost been left in the dust, but thankfully Rowena had kept you in the loop.

“I love you, Sam,” you murmured, standing on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips. Sam smiled and touched his nose against yours, his breath hot against your mouth.

“I love you too, Y/N. Be safe while I’m gone, okay? Don’t go punching any more models in the face,” he grinned. You gasped and smacked his arm, still smiling. Sam laughed and took your hand, leading you to the pile of luggage. The two of you carried it all downstairs to the car waiting for him, and Sam gave you one last parting kiss before he climbed into the backseat. You waved goodbye as the SUV pulled away from the curb and moved down the street, hoping that Sam could see you through the dark tinted windows.

When the car was out of sight you sighed, heading back inside to the apartment. You flopped face-down on the bed and pulled Sam’s pillow to you. Closing your eyes, you breathed deeply, inhaling the scent of his shampoo. You knew the smell would fade over time and you were determined to take in as much as you could before it did.

You opened your eyes and looked at the crack between the mattress and the headboard, letting your mind wander. It wasn’t until a few minutes later that you noticed the small piece of plastic stuck in the gap. Frowning, you reached down and pulled it out, inspecting it closely. It was just a plain plastic bag, but inside there were a few small pills you’d never seen before. You sat up looked at it, pulling the pills out so you could look at them closer. Slowly, you put them back in and set the bag on the nightstand, then left the bedroom in search of something to distract yourself from the anxious thoughts that were creeping up on you.

All night long you couldn’t shake the bad feeling about those pills, and when Sam texted you that he’d arrived in Paris you called him immediately. He answered on the second ring, his voice quiet over the line.

“Y/N, why are you still awake? It’s two in the morning there,” he murmured. You could tell that the jet lag was affecting him, but you needed him to put your thoughts at ease.

“It’s important, I need to talk to you about something,” you replied, watching the numbers change on the bedside clock.

“Okay… Shoot,” Sam responded. He was more awake now. No doubt your words worried him, but you were glad they did. At least if he was worried you knew he’d be completely honest with you.

“Sam, I found… Well, pills. Underneath the mattress, in a bag. Are they yours?” you asked. You chewed on your lip while you waited for his answer, your gaze flickering to the plastic baggie still sitting on the nightstand. After a minute Sam spoke again.

“Yeah. They were from a long time ago, before you. I forgot they were there. I’m not doing anything bad, Y/N, you don’t need to worry.”

“You promise?” you urged.

“I promise.” You sighed in relief, letting your shoulders sag. You were beyond exhausted, and hearing Sam’s voice made you wish he was back home with you.

“I miss you,” you murmured, curling up on the bed.

“I miss you, too. You should get some sleep, sweetheart. You’ve got class tomorrow,” Sam replied. You yawned into the phone and he laughed softly. “Goodnight, Y/N. I’ll talk to you later, okay? I love you.”

“I love you too, Sam. Be safe.”

“I will,” he answered. “Sweet dreams.” The call ended and you sighed, looking at your screen to see Sam’s contact picture as it faded to black. Setting your phone on the mattress beside you, you found yourself staring at the bag on the nightstand again. A nagging feeling in your gut was telling you something wasn’t quite right, but you pushed it aside and climbed out of bed, grabbing the bag and flushing the pills down the toilet. You watched them swirl down with the water before going back to your bed and crawling under the covers. Sleep soon overtook you, and you woke up the next morning, your mind so focused on your work for that day that you didn’t even think about the pills. And besides, Sam would never lie to you.

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“You’ll never guess what I found,” you grinned, hiding the paper out of your webcam’s view. Sam grinned at you from your screen, his dimples deep as he laughed.

“What did you find? Stop teasing me, Y/N!” You laughed and pulled out the paper, holding it so he could see. Sam’s groan told you he knew exactly what the picture was and you threw your head back, cackling evilly.

“I told you I would find it! You didn’t believe me!” Sam was still smiling as he shook his head at you, cheeks aflame with embarrassment. His hair was a mess and outside the windows of his hotel, Paris was aglow with the lights of its nightlife.

“I really didn’t!” he replied. “I can’t believe those pictures are still out there. I’m gonna have Crowley hunt them down and delete them.” You whined and stuck your lower lip out, looking at the picture again.

“Don’t, I like it! I think it’s cute,” you giggled, wrinkling your nose at him. Sam rolled his eyes. “Speaking of cute, I like seeing all these pictures of you online and stuff.” You flopped down onto your stomach and dropped the picture onto the floor beside the bed. Sam smiled softly at you, running a hand through his hair.

“You look tired,” you murmured. You let your head rest on your arm, watching the screen as Sam checked the time on his phone for the hundredth time during the Skype call. “Sam, you should get some sleep. You probably have lots of stuff tomorrow.”

“I want to talk to you, Y/N. Besides, I haven’t been sleeping well anyway. I think it has to do with the bed here. It’s not as warm without you,” Sam smiled again and you couldn’t help but blush and smile back.

“You could take something to help you sleep. It’s not the best solution, but you’re gonna burn yourself out if you’re not sleeping. You’re worrying me. I don’t want to see you do that to yourself,” you replied. Sam shook his head.

“I’m alright. Will it make you feel better if I got in bed?” he asked. You nodded and watched as the laptop moved, your screen revealing more of Sam’s unusually messy hotel room as he climbed into the bed and pulled the covers up over himself. “Now tell me about your day,” Sam said once he’d finally settled in. You got comfortable while you talked, telling him about your classes and the art you’d been doing. You told him about how the paparazzi hadn’t been bothering you and about how Garth had picked you up from your last class since it had been pouring.

By the time you went to ask Sam about his day he was fast asleep. Your heart sank and you sighed as you ended the call, closing your laptop and picking up the discarded picture. Smiling softly, you folded it up and tucked it into the nightstand on his side of the bed for him to find when he got home.

You were just about to close the drawer when you noticed a small orange bottle rolling around in the back. Hesitant, you pulled it out to find it was half full of the same pills you’d flushed down the toilet only weeks ago. Chewing on your lip, you read the label for the prescription. Sam’s name wasn’t the one printed, so part of you said that you could dismiss this as some kind of weird mistake, but the churning in your stomach was back when you read the name of the pharmacy. It was the one just down the street from Crowley’s office, which was where Sam had been doing most of his shoots. Slowly, you twisted off the cap and looked inside. A dozen pills rattled around as you carried it to the bathroom, hands shaking while you flushed them down the toilet, wanting them out of your sight. You took one last look at the bottle before tossing it into the trash, and you couldn’t help but notice that the date read Sam had picked it up only days before he’d left for Paris. He’d lied. They weren��t from before you started dating him, they were from now.

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His Maid, Offering: 1

Summary: I should warn you. Today's chapter includes moments you may not want to read in mixed company. It could make for a bit of awkwardness in the drawing room. If this should happen, a coughing fit can be very effective. Really. I highly recommend it.

Ahem.

Next Time on Black Maid: "His Maid, Offering" You see, I am simply one hell of a maid.

Pairings: Sebastian x Demon!reader

@wintersdoll

Warnings: Smut, implied sex

Word Count: 3500

Mey-Rin sighed and casted her head down. Bard turned and frowned.

"Hey, you alright?"

She turned around. "Oh, yeah. I just hope Y/N's okay."

"Yeah." Finny sighed as he rested his head on the table. "We haven't heard anything yet. She was injured when Sebastian carried her in. It was so nice of him to volunteer watching over her in his room."

Bard scratched his neck. "Yeah, she was in pretty bad shape. But I'm sure Sebastian will make her feel better."

. . .

You grunted as he slammed you up against the window, and your skin tore a bit from the broken glass because the only thing you had on was your ring.

Your nails scratched at his back, breaking the skin as a bit of blood came out.

When the door closed every pretense fell. The façade you showed the world melted away and all you wanted was to take in everything the other had. Every kiss had a raw intensity - breathing fast, heart rates faster. Then before you knew how it happened, you were naked and your skin was moving roughly together.

You felt his hand enter from below moving fast, your tongues entwined in a kiss, and then he was inside, changing your breathing with every thrust, hearing your moans timed to his body.

. . .

Mey-Rin shook her head. "I'm not sure even Sebastian can lift her spirits. Poor Y/N, she must feel awful."

Finny lifted his head up. "She was completely out of it when we saw her. I wish there was something we could do." He smiled. "But I think Sebastian will get a feel of her and work his magic to make her better."

. . .

All at once, he stopped and kissed from your exposed breasts to your stomach, his hands light; then he was licking and using his fingers all at once, watching your reaction, feeling how your legs moved, watching your body writhe.

"It's satisfying after all this time to see your face of pleasure, and hear your wonderful noises. You have tortured me long enough, and now it's my turn, my kitten. I won't continue until I hear you beg, and I will make you beg."

You just let out a moan, unable to articulate a response. In seconds, he was on you again, thrusting in you harder, just long enough to intoxicate your mind before stopping again.

If it's begging he wants, he's gonna have to stop long enough for my brain to start working again first...

. . .

"I wouldn't worry."

They looked back at Ciel who stared out the window. "Y/N is reliable. She tends to bounce back fast, she just needs time."

He stood from his chair and walked towards the door. "Unfortunately, it's not something I have."

*boom*

The entire manor shook. The servants stood up.

"Oh dear! Were not being attacked again, are we?"

Ciel didn't wait to respond, and ran out of the room into the hallway.

After a few moments, Sebastian's door opened and he walked out. His hair was messy, his clothes were still perfectly fashioned, but he had a huge smile on his face.

"Oh, good morning. I do hope we didn't wake you."

Ciel rose an eyebrow. "We?"

The door opened wider and you walked out, in the same state as Sebastian, but you had a slightly dazed look.

"Apologies, master. Sebastian was...aiding me in helping me feel better."

He crossed his arms. "Hmph, I'm sure he was."

The servants were red, but Ciel didn't notice. "It sounded like animals fighting over their prey. What exactly were you doing?"

"Master." Sebastian attempted to hide the smirk on his face. "The details aren't important, we should be grateful Y/N feels in greater health. You are glad, are you not?"

Ciel's eyebrow twitched. "Yes, of course." He sighed. "We're all very glad, aren't we-" He turned and noticed the servants were gone.

"Oh!" He looked back at you. "I'm terribly sorry, sir. Do forgive me, I haven't even prepared breakfast."

"Don't worry about it. Tanaka managed something simple." He turned around and started walking down the hall.

You bowed your head. "Well, I'm grateful he did." You looked to the side. "But still..."

You jumped when you felt a pinch on your ass. You narrowed your eyes at Sebastian as he walked after him, with a smirk.

"If you frown like that, I'll have no choice but to turn it."

You scoffed, but a smile still found its way on your lips as you went after him. You reached into your pocket and pulled out a small planner to browse.

"Master, your schedule for today. This morning, you have a dance lesson with Mrs. Bright. This afternoon, an appointment with Lord Winslor, an import exporter." You paused as Ciel just walked. "Are you listening to me, my lord?"

He glanced back at you. "I told you, I'm sick of dancing lessons." He looked ahead. "They're not for me."

"Oh, don't be so modest." Sebastian put his hand over his heart. "Your dancing soothes the hearts of those who watch."

Ciel scoffed. "By making them laugh? Is that what you mean?"

You could see a small smirk on his face. "No, I would never say that."

You all stopped once you heard laughter from inside the kitchen. Ciel opened the door and froze.

Ashe laughed as he showed Tanaka his tea cup. "Look, Tanaka. Three upright tea stalks. I think it promises to be an excellent day."

"Ho ho ho"

Ciel's eye widened. "Wait, I know you. Your the Queen's butler!"

He looked over and noticed the three of you. "Greetings, Lord Phantomhive." He stood up from the chair. "I apologize for this embarrassing display."

Sebastian shut the door as Ciel frowned. "Why is the Queen's butler sipping tea at my estate?"

You forced a smile as you stared at Ash. "So sorry, I thought you were aware of his role, young master. You see, even when the previous head was in place, Ash has been her personal messenger. His job is to deliver the orders she sends out for you."

He looked at you with furrowed brows. "That's not a job for a butler."

Ash smiled and bowed his head. "Forgive me, but I beg to differ." He stood with one leg on the chair. "If I couldn't consult a dooms table with those requesting an audience with her majesty and travel here to deliver a simple message, then stop for an elegant tea break, what kind of butler would I be?" He finished by sipping his tea.

Ciel was still frowning. "Yes, well, having a tea break is hardly a duty for a butler."

"Ho ho ho"

Sebastian smiled. "Well, if I may, to what do we owe the pleasure?"

He lowered his tea cup. "Oh, indeed. Outside of Preston, there is a catholic abbey. It was burned down during the reformation. It is no longer in use. A cult practicing the Eastman religion has begun gathering there. We have received word that the occult's leader is in possession of the doomsday books of all it's many followers."

Ciel crossed his arms. "You mean the land registers? Where all livestock and property is recorded? I don't understand. What would he want with that?"

Ash turned to Ciel. "Oh no. Their doomsday books are quite a bit different than that. They aren't the normal records you're used to. They don't record property. These are the records required when you stand before the Lord in heaven on doomsday. The day of judgement. All your sins and your good works are supposedly recorded there."

Ciel rubbed his head. "I'm growing weary of the occult."

"There have been the most distressing rumors circling. Apparently, their planning a coo against the government. Their activities as of late have made the people of Preston quake with fear." He clapped his hands over his heart. "Her majesty worries. She wants her people safe."

Ciel stared at him suspiciously. "So what? Are you simply asking me to make sure this cult is disbanded?" His eye widened. "Or is it more? Do you want them completely eliminated?"

He looked at him with a smirk. "That decision is yours. We leave the choice up to you."

He rose an eyebrow. "Alright, understood."

*bark* *bark*

Your heads turned to Pluto, who banged on the window with an excited look as he stared directly at Ash.

"Pluto?"

Your gaze traveled over to Ash, who narrowed his eyes at Pluto. "Arr?" He turned and crawled away from the window with his head down.

Ash looked at the three of you with a frown. "Who exactly was that?"

Sebastian smirked. "Oh, he's a servant. Nothing more."

Ash looked back at the window and smirked. "Is that so? He seems an interesting sort of servant."

You stared at him with a glare. Not just anyone can tame a demon hound. And Pluto seems to have a habit of liking certain beings...Nonhuman ones.

. . .

Ciel sat back in his chair with a sigh. "So, what's next?"

"According to Ash, the Abbey is heavily guarded. That is something to consider." Sebastian pointed out while placing the fruit filled cake next to Ciel.

Ciel hummed. "So we can't just waltz in through the front door, then." He looked over at you where you stood gazing at the window. "Y/N"

You looked at him from the corner of your eye. "You don't seem very focused today. Is anything wrong?" He looked at Sebastian and saw an amused look on his face, then coughed and looked down. "Not that I actually care."

You looked back out the window and with a monotone voice, you said "It's nothing of concern, master. Just an old itch that's resurfaced." After a brief moment of silence, you spoke again. "He did mention one more thing. Apparently, a large number of coffins have been delivered there in recent days."

He paused with the spoon to his lips. "Hmph. Coffins, eh?"

. . .

Sebastian opened the door and Ciel stepped in with you trailing behind. "I'm coming in."

To the left, you saw Undertaker's back as he stood over a coffin and he was laughing under his breath. But, you narrowed your eyes by seeing it was definitely not Undertaker.

"Welcome, little Lord."

Sebastian shut the door and put his arm around your waist as you continued to narrow your eyes. "Listen up, Undertaker. I have something to ask of you."

"In that case..." He turned and you saw the grin of Grell's sharp teeth. Ciel's eye widened as Grell ran toward Sebastian with open arms. "I demand the very best loving that Bassy has to offer!"

You and Sebastian just walked closer to Ciel, resulting in Grell face planting into the wall. He sat up and groaned as a skull fell on his head from the shelf.

Ciel stepped back. "Wait, Grell?!"

"Hello, my lord."

Ciel turned towards the pot in the room and looked into it, seeing Undertaker buried in salt. "What are you doing there?"

"The bounder told me he wasn't afraid of grim reapers, so I buried him in salt." Grell placed a hand on his hip as he walked next to him.

Undertaker grinned. "Yes, he did. All the moister is being sucked out of my body as we speak. It's a great feeling."

Sebastian used his other hand to pull out a handkerchief and put it over his nose. "An interesting opinion."

Undertaker looked back at you and Sebastian, his sight landing on the arm around your waist and the neutral look you had. He frowned while you smiled. "Unnie, you really should refrain from your activities with guests here."

He kept his frown. "Y/N"

You looked back at Undertaker as he poked a finger out and motioned for you to come over. Sebastian's arm dropped as you walked over and knelt down to him. His gaze was glued on Sebastian. "Why is that butler's arm around your waist?"

You smiled while he turned his head to you. "I warned you this would happen. But nobody listens to the insane old man running a funeral parlor."

You sighed. "Unnie..."

"I don't want to hear it." Your eyes widened at his voice. "You disgrace yourself, giving into him. Your mother would be petrified if she were here."

You frowned. "Don't go there."

"You don't understand the consequences this will have. I can't have you causing trouble, or we'll have a repeat of 1403. The last time you got involved with someone, it was chaotic. I've never had so much business before. Her soul is not at peace because of what you are, Abigail."

Your breath hitched. "Do not ever say that name again. I am not as I once was, times have changed. You should too, Adrian." He scoffed.

"...the grim reaper's cinematic records. Some of them have been stolen."

You both froze and looked back at Grell, who you didn't realize was speaking.

Ciel furrowed his brows. " 'Cinematic records'? What are they?"

Grell waved a hand at him. "Not something a kid needs to worry about."

Sebastian looked at Ciel. "They are reels of film containing all memories of someone's lifetime. Grim reapers extract them from the To-Die list. And they decide where the person goes from there."

Grell flipped his hair. "That's basically it, but you humans can only see them when you die."

You looked back at Grell. "And these records? How exactly is it they were allowed to be stolen?"

"Well, you see...they're stored in the library when we aren't using them. Good and evil. the full past of everyone that is destined to die. All of them are stored there in the form of books."

Ciel hummed. "So you reapers have a group of books written in preparation for doomsday."

You looked down at Undertaker. "Unnie. I know this is something you've heard of before."

He ignored you and only licked the salt he was buried in.

Ciel narrowed his eyes and looked down at him. "Undertaker. If you will, there is something I need your help with."

He deeply laughed. "Well, then. You do know the price for that, don't you?" He looked at you and saw how closely you were once again standing beside Sebastian and quietly scoffed, then glanced at Grell, then looked back at Ciel. "On second thought, I'll do this one for free."

Ciel furrowed his brows while you internally sighed. What are you up to, Unnie?

. . .

You sat as far as you could from Undertaker, nearly falling off the edge of the roof. He was ignoring you and wouldn't even bother trying to speak with you, so you didn't even try to make amends if he wasn't willing to listen.

"You’re in over your head."

You looked at him from the corner of your eyes. "Meow?"

There was a frown on his face. "I won't interfere with you and that butler, no matter how much I don't like it. But you’re in over your head." He turned his head to look at you. "What you’re up against - you've come across it before and you've known it for a while now."

You turned and licked over the fur on your arm. "Meow"

"And you know it's there. Where you're going - it's waiting for you." He lowered his head. "I will do everything I can to ensure you stay. I don't want to even think about you going back to that wretched place...and sit obediently beside him."

You tilted your head and gave a small smile, before crawling over and jumping on his shoulder. He turned his head when you rubbed your cheek against his. *Purrrrr* He giggled and ran his nails down your head while he steered with his other.

You looked back up when he stopped in front of a gate. Undertaker stepped down with you still on his shoulder as a man in robes stood before him. "I'm here to deliver the coffins that you ordered." He smiled with a creepy laugh.

The man looked at him in confusion. "Coffins? Are you certain, sir? I don't believe I've been informed of a delivery like that."

Undertaker scratched his head, then scratched yours and went through his robe. "I have the order right here. My, oh my, where did I put it?" As a number of items fell from his robe, you flicked your tail and looked back as Ciel, Sebastian, and Grell climbed out of the coffin and jumped into the bush beside them.

Undertaker shrugged. "Oh dear, I can't seem to find it." He looked at you and rubbed his chin. "What about you, Y/N? Have you seen it around?"

You contained a smile as the man smiled. "Alright, then. Perhaps you should come inside after all." His smile widened as he looked over at the bush where Sebastian was covering his head with a small tree branch. "Your friends over there are welcome as well."

They stood up out of the bush with frowns, and you let out a small giggle at Sebastian, whose cover was a twig. Undertaker chuckled and climbed back on the carriage as you jumped off and ran to Ciel and Sebastian. "In that case, I'll take my leave then."

Sebastian picked you up and walked behind a tree. As the man waved off Undertaker, Sebastian placed you on the floor and you grunted as you collapsed, skin bubbling and bones transforming.

It wasn't until you were covered in skin again did he slide the maid's outfit back on your body. You stood up, adjusted your shirt collar and slipped your hands into the gloves. He wrapped an arm around you as you both walked out.

. . .

The man led you through the street, and as Sebastian kept his arm subtlety on you, Ciel looked back at you. "Hey, I thought getting in here was supposed to be difficult."

You looked around at the men and women dressed in robes and frowned. "Yes, that's what I thought as well."

As you walked by, two men and a woman stopped to smile and continued walking. Ciel narrowed his eyes. "They certainly know how to smile, don't they?"

Sebastian glanced at him as he and you smiled back. "Perhaps you should learn from them, considering you've forgotten, yourself."

Ciel glared at him. "Don't be stupid. Those smiles were fake, and you know it."

. . .

As you all walked in the church, you stopped and glanced around. 'Somethings not right'

Your sight landed on a girl with white hair that walked by the door. You felt something in you twist and you found yourself walking after her. Sebastian watched you go and smirked to himself.

"Good evening!" He looked over at a pair of children that ran in and stopped in front of Grell.

He grinned and bent down to them. "Well, aren't you just the cutest thing. I really don't do well with kids, though..."

The boy smiled up at him. "Hello there, unclean one! I can see every bit of your impurity!"

Grell frowned. "Say what?!"

The other boy frowned. "Is something wrong, unclean one? Do you feel well?" He gasped when Grell hit him on the head with his fist.

"Ya brat! What right do you have to call me unclean?"

The boy shrieked. "Ah! An unclean one touched me!"

"We need to go and be cleansed!"

The kids screamed and ran out with Grell chasing them.

A young nun walked in after them and giggled, before turning to Ciel and Sebastian. "I'm sorry. After a certain age, everyone's considered unclean."

She looked closely at them. "I see from your clothing...your a new convent? Don't worry, if you study the teachings of our leader, then you too will be cleansed."

Ciel scoffed. "What? How dare you." Sebastian's arm stopped him.

Sebastian smiled and walked closer. "Unclean? What a bizarre thing to say. I can't believe a lady as beautiful as you is impure." Her eyes widened and she backed up as he got closer to where he was trapping her against the wall.

"We really don't know anything about the religion you practice, yet. Perhaps you'll be so kind as to tell us more about yourself."

She looked to the side with her cheeks turning red. "Yes, but then...what are you doing here?"

*Slam*

She jumped when his hand slammed inches from her head. He leaned in dangerously close to her face and smirked. "There was a bug." He whispered. He slid his hand off the door and blew the dead bug from his hand.

He smiled as he looked back to her. "Now, you'll tell me everything I need to know, won't you?"

With her cheeks now cherry red, she vigorously nodded. He smirked, but it slightly dropped as he saw you in another room, staring at him with a frown and demonic eyes through a window.

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