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The soft grass underneath you and Katsuki provided comfort as the two of you laid close together, hands encompassed tightly as your shoulders touch.
Both pairs of eyes focused on the stars above you, yet your peripherals were trained on the other. You had managed to sneak away from the dorms in an unplanned rendezvous after curfew, knowing that Aizawa was gonna ground your asses. But, that was future youâs problem.
âKatsuki?â You asked softly, rubbing your thumb on his hand. Katsuki looked at you and let out a small âhm?â.
âDo you think⊠do you think weâre together in every universe?â You turn to look at him, your cheeks warm and gaze soft as you peek a gaze at your docile boyfriend.
His eyes widened a second before he pushes your cheeks close to his lips, pressing a feather light kiss before nosing your jawbone. His arm snakes under your neck as his large hands caress your shoulder, the other reaching your waist.
âEither way, Iâd cross every damn universe there is and join us together. Weâre the perfect couple in every dimension, universe and plane. Iâd be stupid not to chase you,â he promises, squeezing you tighter to star gaze with you.
The heavy metal of Katsukiâs armour proved too heavy for him to relax in, so it was left in a heap in the corner. The head knight had personally assigned him to be your royal guard, and the mutual (but forbidden) affections bloomed.
Carmine eyes were soft for once as his hair was gently pushed out of his face. His weary head rested in your lap as you held his calloused hand, pressing the occasional kiss. Your crown had been ditched, not caring for the silly trinket as you soaked up your loverâs attention in your chambers.
âYour majesty?â Katsuki coughed, cheeks growing slightly pink. You hummed in acknowledgment, slowing your movements as a silent means to continue.
âDo you think that, I mean⊠Iâm not exactly of royal stature. If we were lovers in another universe, or if I were royalty and you were my bodyguard, would we still have this bond?â Katsuki asked, voice hushed as you petted him.
You gave his hand a kiss, before bending down and pressing your lips to his.
âKatsuki, even if we were two lowly peddlers in the street, or if you were a royal and I was your servant, then I would still pine after you until my dying breath,â you affirmed, softly petting his cheek.
âI knew you would say that, princess. It just hurts that somewhere, thereâs a bastard me who gets to live our dream life without secrets.â
Katsuki trudged through the door, toeing off his boots as he enters the carnage of the house. You looked so tired as you had managed to wrangle the quadruplets into their afternoon nap.
Despite the baby food in your hair, bodily fluids and coffee stains on his your ratty old T-Shirt, you had never looked more beautiful. You were at home, taking care of the babies YOU gave him, taking care of the home YOU wanted to provide for your family.
He owed his very existence and life to you, so he can feel his heart breaking as he sees you quickly wipe your exhausted tears. You smile wanly at him as you go to give him a hug, but grimace at the idea of hugging him in your current state.
âOh Iâm sorry baby, I look a mess right now. Iâll go clean up for you so I donât look so gross,â you say, ready to go upstairs.
As you pull away, Katsuki pulls you tighter and kisses you firmly. Your resolve begins to crack as he feels you tremble in his arms.
âKatsuki, no. Iâm filthy at the moment, you deserve better-,â you start as he shushes you.
âBaby, you could wear a bin bag and look better than any model in the entire world. Youâre doing amazing to take care of our babies and do everything else,â he murmurs into your ear, fearing that if you tried pulling away then you would completely crumble.
âYouâre working so hard though, youâre saving peopleâs lives and Iâm here crying over a few toys on the floor, baby food in my hair and snot on my shirt,â you whimper, burying your face into his beefy chest.
â(Y/N), you just pushed 4 babies out of you. You quit your job so that our babies wouldnât be left with strangers. You still manage to get the house tidy, but you know I only give a damn if you and the babies are alright. On top of that, you manage running any of MY errands that I didnât manage to do. Youâre a fucking superhero baby,â he murmurs, squeezing you tighter.
âBut you deserve so much better! You deserve someone who has time to put makeup on and do their hair and, and-,â you were interrupted by Katsuki shushing you.
âBaby. I would choose this life over and over again, no matter what I was offered. I will always choose you, I will always find you, I will always want you. Iâm taking time off work to prove that and weâre taking a holiday together,â he said firmly, wiping your tears as you hiccup.
âIâm always going to choose you too.â
Katsuki and you sat comfortably on your porch bench, occasionally swinging as you nestled into each other. Today marked your 50 year anniversary, and the two of you chose a quiet celebration.
You had lost a lot of friends over the years; some were lost in villain raids, and some succumbed to their injuries years later. It wasnât until Kirishima passed from a heart attack in the field did Katsuki retire, choosing to live the rest of his natural life with you. No more hero work. No more pain. No more villains or heroes. Just you two in your little country home with your chickens, cats and dog.
âWould you ever do it again?â Katsuki asked, his mouth lines trembling a little.
âDo what, sweetpea?â You ask, rubbing the soft loose skin on his hands. Katsuki sighed and looked away.
âWould you ever consider a different person? Iâve only ever caused you harm. My work, my personality, my overall being,â he asks, looking away as his mouth twitches. You let out a small âohâ.
âNever in a billion million years, my love. I chose you for a reason. I chose you because I love you, despite your flaws. We have had such a wonderful adventure together, some good moments and some bad. Youâve gained and lost a lot too, Katsuki. Youâve lost friends, mentors, familyâŠâ you reason with him, heart breaking at his shiny eyes.
âWhen itâs my time, I want to know that I made you utterly happy. I donât want to leave you knowing that if you could have, you would have never had met me, never spoken to me and not have to deal with my baggage. I want to proudly say I lived my life fully and without regrets. YOUâRE my life baby,â he sobs softly, years of self-loathing catching up to his old and creaky body.
You wove your bodies tightly together, holding each other as the two of you shed loving tears together in bliss.
âKatsuki? You okay, pup?â Katsukiâs sandy ears perked up as he sat upright in bed. You knuckled your eyes out of sleep as you looked at your mate. He was often plagued by nightmares, even after falling deeply in love with you, after being abandoned by his pack.
You, ever the kindly human, took him in. Fed him, sheltered him, cleaned his wounds. 2 years later and you were his mate, sole confidant and lover.
Katsuki panted a little, before snapping his head to you. His hackles were raised, teeth bared self-consciously as he tries to calm down. You held up your hands, showing you mean no ill will. Slowly, your hand extending to your mateâs ears, rubbing the soft spot between them as he closed his eyes and slowed his breathing.
âHmmm, thank you,â he muttered lowly. He rearranged himself on the pillow so he could face you. You smiled at him and kissed his nose, giggling when he goes cross-eyed.
âDo you want to tell me what you dreamed?â You asked quietly, petting his cheek as his tail whomped against the mattress. He huffed.
âJusâ a stupid nightmare, nothing special,â he muttered, grabbing your hand and kissing your palm.
âIâm here if you need me, pup,â you told him, getting yourself comfortable again, trusting he would tell you.
â⊠my old pack got you. In my dream. We had a stupid argument, and I hurt you. You were killed,â he said quietly. Almost full of resentment. Your eyes widened, prompting him to continue.
âAre you happy with me? I mean, for fucks sake, Iâm a fucking wolf-man creature and youâre a human. Our relationship is as unnatural as nature can allow, but we still play house,â he ranted lowly, fists clutching the sheets.
Your hand found its way to his, interlocking your digits and being mindful of his claws. Sandy ears pricked your way as you stroked his chest.
âI donât care that youâre half man, half wolf. I love you for who you are, not what you are. I was aware of everything that youâve faced, and I still chose to take you in. And I would do it a million times over,â you said firmly.
Katsuki let out a shaky sigh, before nuzzling into you.
âI hope in every universe weâre together.â
#đ„ rambles#bnha x reader#bakugou x reader#bakugou#bakugou fluff#bakugou x reader fluff#hybrid bnha#hybrid bnha x reader#bnha x reader angst#âwill we be together in every universe#strike me down now đ#bakugou angst#bakugou x reader angst#Katsuki angst#Katsuki fluff#bnha fluff#bnha angst
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The boy stops in his tracks. âI know you,â he says, tilting his head curiously. Heâs not tall, but heâs regal nonetheless, dressed all in white. Something about him makes Leiaâs hair stand on end, and although she hides it she feels a stirring in her own chest. I know you like I know my own soul, she thinks wildly, and wonders where it came from. Has she gone insane?
âThatâs nice,â she says, and shoots him anyway.
He deflects it in a flash of light, a glowing blue laser sword appearing in his hand like magic. Sheâs only seen one of those before, and itâs Vaderâs. If this boy is anything like Vader, she realizes, sheâs in deep shit.
Sheâs smart enough to know when sheâs outmatched. Leia makes the tactical decision to run for her life.
Later, as sheâs getting the hell out of there, she wonders why he didnât try to stop her.
She remembers being young and tugging on her mothers skirts, demanding to know why their guest was so sad. âDoes he not like it here?â Sheâd asked, and then, trembling, because Kenobi always seemed saddest around her. âIs itâŠbecause of me?â
âOh, Leia,â her mother sighed, lifting her into her arms. âItâs not that, I promise.â
âThen what is it?â
âMaster Kenobi lost a child under his care, years ago.â Brehaâs eyes grew deeper, darker. âIt was not his fault, but he blames himself. You remind him of that child, thatâs all.â
Leia had quieted at that, contemplative.
The next time sheâd seen Master Kenobi, she had given him a hug. He didnât seem to know what to do with that, so she resolved to give him more of them. âHeâs lonely,â sheâd told her mother. âNo one should be lonely.â
Looking at Obi-Wan Kenobi now, the memory seemed so far away. Heâd aged thirty years in the ten it had been.
He looks, Leia thinks with a small twinge of regret, very lonely.
âLeia,â he greets. âItâs been a long time.â
Out of the corner of her eye, Leia sees a glint of white.
Kenobi freezes in his tracks. âLuke?â He whispers, and through the distance Leia can hear it as if heâd been speaking directly into her ear.
Master Kenobi lost a child under his care, her mother whispers in her head. He blames himself.
In an instant, Leia understands everything.
Kenobi is still staring at the boy heâd lost so long ago when Vader cuts him down.
Later, as sheâs pacing around on the Falcon to Han muttering darkly about Princesses and supernatural abilities, she rememberers the way the boy collapsed, as if all his strings had been cut. Vader was too occupied with him to even look at her as she shot at him desperately.
Luke. She hates him more than she hates herself.
âThey know where you are,â he hisses frantically. âTheyâre coming for you. You have to run.â
âWait!â Leia quickly pulls up their sonar. Nothing yet, but it would explain the distant queasiness sheâd felt since theyâd landed. She tended to trust her gut. âHow do you know? How much time do we have?â
âNot important, and not enough,â he says. âI have to go, and so do you. You need to leave yesterday.â
âHow do I know I can trust you? I donât even know who you are.â
He pauses. âCall me Skywalker.â
âThatâs not an answer, Skywalker.â
âYes it is.â
She opens her mouth to argue, but there are faint voices on the other end, drawing nearer.
âShit,â Skywalker mutters. âI have to go. Iâll be in contact, okay? Donât ever tell me where you are, or where youâre heading. Vader and Palpatine arenât shy about reading minds. Just leave as soon as you can, and figure out the rest.â
âButââ
Itâs too late. The comm has disconnected.
She stares down at it, disbelieving. How would the Empire know theyâre here? Why should she trust a stranger who somehow got her personal comm code?
Gut feeling or not, on paper this was a perfect location. Supplied, armored, and most importantly, extremely well hidden. There was no real reason to think it would possibly be found out.
Itâs probably a trap. Almost definitely a trap.
Han sticks his head in the door, a sour look on his face. âHey Princess, can you tell these idiotsââ
She makes a decision then and there.
âWeâre leaving.â
âWhat?â
âWeâre evacuating, effective immediately.â She pushes past him, and he follows so close heâs nearly stepping on her heel.
âWhy? I think itâs pretty cozy here. Actual sunlight doesnât hurt, either.â
âApparently too cozy.â She grabs the first person she sees, a pilot who stares at her with wide eyes. âEmergency evacuation. Spread the word to pack everything you can and leave, Iâll let you know where weâre headed when weâre in orbit.â
He salutes and scurries off.
âWoah, hey now.â Han snatches at her elbow until she turns around to face him. âWhatâs going on?â
âThereâs a new informant. He told me the Empire knows weâre here. Theyâre coming for us.â
âAnd you trust this person becauseâŠâ
âI donât have a choice,â she snaps. Someone runs past them, holding three packs filled to the brim with rations. âItâs either heâs lying and weâre not in danger, or heâs telling the truth and weâre going to die if we donât listen. Itâs not exactly hard math.â
It could be a trap of course, but he hadnât suggested any sort of direction or destination to follow, and Leia wasnât inclined to share. Especially not after his tidbit about Vader and Palpatine reading minds.
He squints at her. âThatâs not it.â
âWhat?â
âI donât believe you,â he insists. Heâs so infuriating. Leia doesnât know why she hasnât kicked him out yet.
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
âYes you do, and youâre either gonna tell me why, or find a different transport when we head out of here.â
âWho said I was riding on your hunk of junk?â She demands. She actually was planning on going with them, since the Falcon has more than enough room for all the supplies that canât fit in the other ships and none of the trustworthiness of the other pilots, but Han doesnât need to know that.
âWell?â
Damn him. Damn him for knowing how to read her. She doesnât know when she let that happen.
âI feel it,â she admits, defeated. âSomething tells me heâs trustworthy. Weâll wait and see if itâs right.â
He studies her. She holds her head high, but inside sheâs jittery at the scrutiny. They donât have time for this.
âYeah, all right,â Han finally says.
âReally?â
âYes, really.â He rolls his eyes, like sheâs not acting absolutely insane by putting all her trust in a random man sheâs never even met. âNow come on, Princess, werenât you the one who said we had to hurry?â
What is it about this man that makes it impossible to tell whether she wants to punch him or drag him into the nearest supply closet? They donât have time to find out.
âSo thereâs good news and bad news.â
âBad news first,â she demands.
âThey know thereâs a mole.â
âShit.â Of course they know, how could they not? She should have been more careful, less obvious about the correlation of their movements with the Empireâs plans. âThe good news?â
âTheyâve tasked me with hunting down this âpathetic rebel spy,ââ Skywalker says, humor in his voice. âThat should buy me some time.â
Leia canât quite stop the snort she lets out. âSeriously?â
âYep. Youâre speaking to a professional mole-hunter, here.â
âWell congratulations on the promotion, Skywalker.â
âThank you,â he says grandly. Then, quieter, âIt wonât last, Princess. Theyâll find out eventually.â
âI know. Just hang in there, it will be over soon.â
âWill it?â He asks, suddenly sounding very young. She realizes that she has no idea how old he is. She doesnât know anything about the man who has saved them more times than she cared to admit, and the idea rattles her until they sign off.
Later, she looks up the name Skywalker in their archives. There are a few results, but only one sticks out.
Anakin Skywalker, Jedi Knight and hero of the Clone Wars. Killed at the hands of Darth Vader. There are gossip articles too, speculations on his relationship with the pregnant Senator Padmé Amidala, who died around the same time Skywalker did. The baby, it seems, died with her.
Unless he didnât.
Itâs ridiculous. Itâs impossible. The idea is so ludicrous that Leia almost rejects it entirely.
But it makes sense. By the Maker, it makes sense.
The child of Anakin Skywalker, it seems, would be a powerful Force user indeed. Powerful enough for Kenobi to take the baby and run. Powerful enough for the Emperor to want him for his own gain. Powerful enough to send Vader after Kenobi and take the boy himself.
Maybe even powerful enough to shield his mind from Vader and Palpatineâs intrusions.
Powerful enough to hide the fact that heâs a spy.
Leia sinks into her chair, covering her face as she laughs.
Maybe Luke isnât so bad after all.
âNo, no, no,â she mutters, digging through the smoking wreckage of the TIE fighter. âDonât be dead, please donât be dead.â
âPrincessâŠâ Han lays a hand on her shoulder that she immediately shrugs off.
âNo, heâs not dead. Heâs not. Luke!â
A faint cough answers her, and sheâs so relieved to hear it she could cry. Behind her, Han starts bellowing for a medic and, âSome damn help here, do you expect us to move all this ourselves?â
âLuke, itâs me,â she sobs. âItâs Leia. Youâre at the Rebel Base. Youâre safe.â
More coughing, and thereâs a worrying rasp to his voice when he says, âYou knowâŠmy name?â
âI figured it out.â
âSmart.â This time, the coughing is so bad Leia and Han both wince.
âShit, kid,â Han says, moving another piece of rubble. âDonât talk. Weâre gonna get you out of here, all right?â
âStand back,â Luke chokes out.
âWhat?â
âStand back. Please.â
Han protests, but something in Leia knows they should listen to him. She drags him back, and motions everyone else to fall back with them. They do, albeit reluctantly.
âClear,â she calls, hoping Luke can hear her.
The TIE explodes.
âFuck!â Han goes back in, Leia on his heels with the terrifying feeling that sheâd just allowed Luke to die, before they both stop in their tracks. Around them, the broken pieces of the TIE are floating.
And curled up in the middle is a man dressed all in white.
âLuke!â She pushes past Han to start dragging him out, and after another moment of staring around them, he helps her.
As soon as they get clear, the pieces fall to the ground with a clatter. Luke falls limp with them.
Han is still looking at the TIE. âCan you do that?â He asks quietly.
Leia pauses her examination of the unconscious man in front of her to glare at him. âIs that what youâre most concerned with right now? Really?â
âExcuse me for asking, Princess!â
âItâs white,â Luke grumbles, pulling at his hospital gown bitterly. âI hate wearing white.â
âShould I be offended?â
He rolls his eyes. âDonât even. You look great and you know it. I just feel like I never left.â
âWell,â she says gingerly. âI guess itâs a good thing you got sick of it. If we went around in matching outfits all the time, people might think weâre twins.â
He snorts. âYeah, right.â
#star wars#star wars fanfiction#luke skywalker#han solo#leia organa#imperial luke skywalker#exactly when luke was taken by the empire is totally up to speculation it could honestly be anywhere from newborn to 5#as for why luke has his dadâs blue lightsaber here instead of like a red one or smth- well you see your honor I thought it would be a slay#but also when you think about it for more than 5 seconds youâre like actually yeah thatâs sick and twisted of palpatine and vader actually#youâre carrying your fathers most treasured weapon#you donât know your father once fought the rise of the very empire you stand to inherit with that blade. you donât know who he defended#you donât know your father brought about the end of the republic with that same weapon#he killed the younglings with it. he fought his closest companion with it#youâre carrying what was once your fathers most treasured weapon. you are your fathers most treasured weapon#just as your father is a weapon now#also I didnât make it clear but obi-wan has his âstrike me down and I become strongerâ moment like he still dies on purpose to cause proble#but when he saw luke he couldnât look away. he had to see him with living eyes one last time#can u tell I had So Many Thoughts on everyone elseâs perspective in this fic too#han is having a constant crisis in the background because 1) force is real 2) princess is annoying AND pretty which sucks for him#in particular and 3) pretty princess is learning to use the force and is hot while doing it. Chewie is laughing at him. life is hell#good lord did not mean to put an entire essay in the tags. i love their super special twin powers (cosmic entity that binds their souls)#edit: GUYS I FORGOT TO NAME THE FUCKING AU#AND WHEN I TRY AND FIX IT IT GLITCHES OUT ON MEEE đđđ
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I finished two books in the span of a month, be proud of me.
Here I stand on the other side of Eagle Strike and I have some Thoughts. A little negative to start but we go up from there.
First off, not gonna lie, I think I was less engaged with the book than the others for the first half. Unfortunately I didnât find Damian Cray an interesting main villain at the start or when it was all over. Heâs at the bottom of favorite main bad guys for me at the moment behind Julius Grief, and I like Grief so thatâs an oof for him. He does get brownie points for the pennies execution method and his own âSyndrome from The Incrediblesâ adjacent death.
Donât get me wrong, there were definitely bits at the start I enjoyed. Like the fact that we hardly get 300 words into the book and Yassen is just There to ruin Alexâs holiday and the matador moment but overall it was a slightly sad âOk heâs dealing with a madman with nukes that thinks heâs doing the world a favor two books in a row. Sarov did this way better than you months ago and this book is rapidly ending. Where is the third act shoe-drop that makes people like this book?â
And, um, the shoe certainly did drop. Several of them.
Starting with Sabinaâs kidnaping at the hospital. Not only was it the first ânormalâ thing in the book grounding it to reality but it just made me feel sick to my stomach because something like that happens to girls often irl. I really hope she does ok until the next time we see her. Then thereâs the whole business with the plane. Iâm not American but as somebody who watches videos speculating on hypothetical WWIII start points, the hijacking of air force one did properly freak me out.
And finally, what youâve probably been waiting for me to get to: Yassen and The Big Reveal.
Yall just watched me get attached to this man knowing full well this is the book he died in, huh.
I was so enjoying him fighting himself on what he was doing with Alex and trying hard not to strangle Damian. Of course thereâs the conflict of interest: Money vs not being able to live with himself if he killed the son of the man who saved him. No wonder he spoke so fondly of him. I mean he still put him in the bull ring but w/e. But this isnât everything. He may be dead now but Iâm still in the dark about a part of his story. Why and how did he start? How did he get to be this good, and this hardened to contract work? Where exactly did his code of not killing kids come from? It couldnât have been from Alex, he already didnât kill kids. I have so many questions thatâll probably get answered in the next few books.
My last point of note is realizing the Rider brothers were on two sides of the same coin. They both killed. John was a contract killer for money, Ian worked for MI6 and both hid it from people in their lives. Did they know? Did they ever know? We canât ask dead men questions, can we.
Now with all of that out of my system, I move onto Scorpia. Which is the book I am actively scared of. I heard whispers of it in Never Say Die, Its consistently voted the favorite of the entire series and Iâve heard itâs the start of Alexâs even emo-er arc which he 100% deserves by the way.
I am in for a world of pain for this next book nâ I donât think Iâm ready.
#nicky rambles#alex rider#alex rider eagle strike#ar: eagle strike#yassen gregorovich#i literally had to take a 5 hour break to look at cotl stuff and calm down b4 a made this post the ending shook me that bad đ#not much in the way of tags this time. said all i had to say in the post itself#except that this traumatized British boy might be the thing to break my 4 year streak of now humans drawn#i might have to make fanart chat. i love him that much now#anyway. onto scorpia. its prolly gonna kill me lamo
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thinking ab how lleyth really went thru it âąïž during their #banned era, especially bc they went from being an antivan crow accustomed to a certain amount of luxury when it came to food & drink. and then they had to eat whatever varric and harding came up with between the three of them for a year đ
#đŸ#and now that lucanis regularly cooks they're right back to having their old spoiled tastes fhdjfjdkfjdkgk#but for a while there lleyth was like 'ah we're having hard pungent cheese and bland stew for dinner again? ....lovely thank you'#and then eventually got used to it like everything else in their stupid fucking baja blast life#however the one thing they DID + still enjoy are lace's ham & jam slams#and i like to think she always packs an extra for them im case they get hungry (likely)#but lleyth being a picky eater who cannot cook to save their life is so funny#like beggars literally cant be choosers babe....#i feel like they have a sensitive stomach too so their year with varric & harding was an exploratory course of IBS#they also strike me as a stockpiler. like they have a secret hidden stash of snacks and booze Somewhere in the lighthouse#which is a survival habit from growing up in the crows#aka anything not nailed down was fair game so they had to start hoarding things đđđ#hashtag orphan behavior. yeah
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I rewatched the last two episodes of Fruits Basket (2019)'s first season because Lance's Pokemon Masters seiyuu (Morikawa Toshiyuki) voices a kind man who is the father to one of the protagonists called Kazuma Sohma.
If anyone wants a dose of hearing Lance being a dad in real life to Silver, this is the closest thing that you'll get! Morikawa Toshiyuki sounds as gentle as Lance when he voices Kazuma, too đââïžđš
(I even have my suspicion that Morikawa Toshiyuki might be casted as Lance due to his role in Fruits Basket, considering Pokemas once casted a seiyuu who had voiced an anime character that's very similar to their Pokemas role *side-eyeing Hiroshi Kamiya in Natsume Yuujinchou and Morty* đ€)
#i am so down bad for lance and his seiyuu it drives me insane honestly đđ€#like. that's the perfect seiyuu for him. the man can strike a perfect balance between gentle and strict!!!#he even nailed the unhinged 'iza maeru!' and 'hakai kousen!' đđđ#i will scream about hiroshi kamiya and morty in Another post#and maybe egutaku with eusine too... (side-eyes mr. loid âtwilightâ forger)#anyway. now we have the dad seiyuu for the dad role. all that's left for pokemas to do is for lance to adopt silver đđ#when are we going to get the continuation about that egg that eusine gave silver. when is he going to fight lance again#(insert badly drawn korean meme of a character that's sobbing into a glass) đđđ#champion lance#dad!lance#rival silver#pokemon#pokemon masters#pokemas#johto
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The look in Tsunaâs eyes has changed, and it makes Nana want to cry.
Itâs not a bad change. Itâs not one that makes him unhappy or that makes it hard to look in his eyes. If anything Tsunaâs gained confidence, standing straighter, speaking louder and looking people in the eye longer. It seems heâs trying to keep it subtle and unnoticeable, but even if he wasnât, she wouldnât be surprised if Iemitsu and her were still the only ones to see the change in him plain as day.
Not when itâs only ever been him and her in the mansion against the rest of them ever since he was born.
Itâs only ever been him, her and Iemitsu too against the rest of them when he finds the time to stand by their sides, when having been Vongola first and for much longer before becoming her husband and Tsunaâs father allow him to. Nana noticed the change in Tsuna first, and she doesnât know if itâs right of her to wish itâd unsettle Iemitsu the same way it unsettles her.
The look in Tsunaâs eyes has changed, and it makes Nana ashamed and guilty.
When did it change?
She canât tell. One day he was her little Tsu-kun the same as sheâs always known him to be, and the next she was looking in his eyes and feeling like she was seeing them for the first time in her life.
Why did it change?
She can guess. Itâs only ever been him and her in the mansion against the rest of them ever since he was born, but it seems Nana has been failing to meet him halfway, forcing him to look into himself to become his own strength and support.
Tsuna shouldnât even feel like itâs only the two of them against the rest of them. Not when heâs been born in this world, not when itâs the only world heâs ever known, unlike her who married in it, who loved her way in it. They spend time in Namimori whenever they can, only being Nana, Iemitsu and Tsuna, only being the Sawada family, but surely it canât have that much weight compared to the life heâs known the most all his life, can it?
But maybe it has, because Tsuna has always taken from her the most rather than from Iemitsu. Iemitsu has always happily and lovingly agreed to that, loves to remind her of that fact whenever he can, and she never considered the thought that fact might one day feel bittersweet to know.
Nana frustratingly wipes the slow tears dripping down her cheeks. Sheâs alone in her room, too big and luxurious. No doubt something most people would dream of, but itâs never been a dream of hers, has never been a part of what her ideal life looks like. She sits in the armchair, keeping her eyes away from the too large bed she doesnât get to share at night as often as sheâd want to.
She retreats in her room at times when she feels too painfully just how much ill-fitted she still is for the mafia world, even after all these years. Sheâs learned to put up a perfect front, to be the trustworthy and reliable wife of a high-ranked and powerful mafioso. Sheâs learned when to smile and when not to, when to demand respect and when to let it slide, when to be accommodating and when to exert her higher influence and status to make them accommodate her, but itâs still just that, a front. Itâs still not who she is, nor the way she wants to be a trustworthy and reliable wife to her husband when it comes to his job.
Today it stings especially deep that Iemitsu wasnât able to make it to dinner even though he said he should be able to, and she couldnât even bear to finish dinner with Tsuna first before retreating in her room. Not when the look in his eyes has changed.
Itâs not a bad change, and sheâs even proud of him for it, she is. Tsunaâs growing up, of course heâs growing up. Itâs not something any parents can stop their children from doing however much they wish they could, but he isnât supposed to grow up that fast. Shouldnât be forced to, shouldnât feel the need to.
He shouldnât be growing up so fast not even herself noticed when it happened, shouldnât have had to do it alone, and it makes her want to cry, makes her heart clench.
Sheâs learned to be a mafiosoâs wife, but she seems to have forgotten to also be a mother at the same time.
She believed she could be both when she decided to become part of Iemitsuâs world instead of going her separate way from him, resolved she would be both. Both Iemitsuâs wife and the wife of a mafioso, as well as Tsunaâs mother, and not just the mother of the son of a mafioso, but here she is anyway.
Here they both are now.
Tears keep trickling down her face, and she doesnât care to wipe them away anymore. She doesnât have anyone to wipe them away for her either, doesnât have anyone to trust the secret of their existence with. Not anyone whoâd understand them anyway.
Never mind that she was a civilian most of her life before becoming mafia, because itâs not as if all mafiosi want their children to follow in their footsteps or donât wish they could get them out of it too. Mafiosi of lower status or of no status at all gaining a higher status through marriage is a common practice too, and similar enough to her situation to allow understanding.
But Nana chose to marry in this world, chose to love her way in it when she was completely free from it and could have remained so. Iemitsu and her both resolved to do everything they could to have the best of both worlds, and she canât think of anyone whoâd understand she truly believed they could achieve it if they just tried hard enough, because sheâs the one who was a civilian most of her life.
She canât think of anyone who wouldnât laugh at her face or wouldnât look at her with disdain and contempt should she confide her tears in them.
Of course Iemitsuâs split between his family and theirs, and has to choose his family so to keep theirs safe, if for no other reason. Of course he canât make it back to them as often and for as long as sheâd want him to, and one day might never come back to them at all, leaving her without a husband and Tsuna without a father.
Of course Tsuna will grow up to become mafia too, and she wants to raise him to be a mafioso if she cares about him surviving the mafia and living in it for as long as possible. Itâs the world she gave birth to him in, and the life she gave birth to him to.
But now she wants to blame them and their world for it when she chose to become one of them too? When she chose to make their world hers too?
Theyâd be right about everything, but Iemitsu swore.
Nana loves him, of course she does. Heâs the love of her life, she knows it deep in her bones without a shadow of a doubt. When he told her the truth about just what his job was and she wondered just how many other things he might have lied to her about, sheâs still never doubted his love for her, nor a second of him loving her.
Ultimately itâs what made her stay, but Nana has always wanted children more than anything else in the world. Sheâs always wanted to love them and see them grow up and live long, safe and happy lives. If not for Iemitsu swearing to her their children would be able to choose, wouldnât be forced in anything, that heâd see to it they wouldnât be no matter what, she swears she would have made another choice because she loves Tsuna more than anything else in the world, she does.
Iemitsu swore.
He lied.
He didnât mean to, is still trying not to, but here they all are now.
Because Tsuna is an heir to Vongola too, even if heâs only the spare, their very last option should it ever come to that, which is the only reason why they live in the Vongola mansion despite how it politically poorly reflects on CEDEF when it comes to its independence from Vongola.
Anger burns alive in Nanaâs chest at the sight of her too big and luxurious room.
It always burns alive too whenever everyone acts as if theyâre entitled to see Tsuna as only the spare heir, one they donât want and donât think anything of at best, and so they feel all the more entitled to disregard him completely until theyâll have a need of him, if such a day should ever happen. As if they wouldnât throw themselves at his feet and beg him to save Vongola from meeting its end should such a day happen.
Nana hates the sight of it, yet doesnât allow herself to hold onto her anger, has no right to. Iemitsu swore, but itâs both their failures that he isnât able to keep his promise. Because Nana hates even more the way they feel free to only see Tsuna as someone they might one day need but donât care about in the meantime even in front of her, as if they werenât talking about her son, but she knows who she has to blame for it.
After all a good mafiosoâs wife hasnât anything to say when people praise her son whenever he shows potential to become a great mafioso, and she shouldnât want to take his defense when they look down at him for the many ways heâs ill-fitted to become a mafioso, shouldnât feel happy, proud and relieved at that.
Nana hides her face in her hands, the sobs sheâs been holding back stuck in her throat and choking her.
âMama?â
Nana startles, hastily wiping her eyes dry as she stands. âTsâTsuna?â Tsunaâs half in her room, half still hidden behind the door. She smiles. âDid you already finish eating?â
âDo you want me to leave?â
âNo, of course not,â she says a little too fast, walking to him. âCome on in. You know I always have time for my little Tsu-kun, right?â Tsuna gives her a small smile, fully stepping inside but staying at the door. âDo you need something?â
âWhy didnât Papa eat with us?â Nana freezes. âHe said he would too.â
âIâm sure he tried, but sometimes he still canât because of his work. Because he works hard so he can take care of us.â Tsuna says nothing, his eyes intent on her, and she kneels in front of him, taking his hands in hers. âBecause he loves us,â she feels compelled to say by the way he looks at her.
âYou donât like it here.â
Nanaâs smile falters, and it feels stiff when she forcefully keeps it on her face anyway. âItâs⊠a little lonely sometimes. You know how much your mama loves your papa, right?â She laughs, but Tsunaâs lips donât even twitch. âIf I could, Iâd spend all my time with the both of you, so sometimes I just miss him, thatâs all.â
âYou were crying.â
Nana smiles wider. âI just miss him a lot today. But Iâm okay, so you donât have to worry.â
Tsuna looks down, his shoulders dropping. âBut I like Namimori better too.â
âYour dad loves us,â Nana says again, squeezing his hands, and she doesnât know for whom she says it. âThatâs why he wanted us to live together here, so he could still be with us and still keep working at the same time. You know that, right?â
âBut I love you too. So Iâd let you go so you can be happy too.â
Nana stops smiling, and she canât make herself smile again even when Tsuna shyly catches her eye again from under his eyelashes. She wants to squeeze his hands even tighter, but she doesnât want to hurt him. âTsu-kun, you⊠thereâs something you decided you want to do, isnât it? Is it anything Mama can help you with?â
âIâm okay,â he says first, because of course, sheâs been his mother just as long as heâs been her son, and the smile ghosting her lips is genuine. âI just want to make friends. I⊠feel lonely too. AndâŠâ he looks her straight in the eye, squeezing her hands back, and the new look in his eyes is the most obvious sheâs seen it yet â⊠I want my people. I want a family too.â
Nanaâs heart clenches, clenches, clenches.
Iemitsu and her failed him both, and so he had to look in himself to find the strength and resolve to be the one to give himself the choice. Maybe to even make it should it come to that.
Heâs not saying Iemitsu and her arenât his family. To him thereâs always been family and family ever since he was born, and if he doesnât want to become Vongolaâs family but Vongola still wonât let go of him in case they end up having a need for him, then heâll just have to carve a place of his own within it so he can call it home and family too.
âI love you too,â Tsuna says again. âCan it be enough?â
Can he be enough?
Can she stand by him even if it might mean sheâll have to stand against Iemitsu at times? Even if it might mean sheâll have to help him go against family at times?
Nana slaps her hand against her mouth, tears spilling out of her eyes before she has any chance to stop them, Tsunaâs hopeful and uncertain voice breaking her heart.
In the next second she holds him tight against her, burying her face in his hair. âOf course itâs enough. Oh, Tsu-kun, Iâm so sorry. Youâre everything Iâll ever need. Of course, of course, always.â
Tsuna says nothing, but holds her tight too, and when his body shakes and she feels her shirt growing wet, she cries harder.
Her baby boy, her little Tsu-kun, and that she made him lose faith in the fact she loves him for exactly who he is, she thinks him good enough and perfect just the way he is, and that sheâd never change anything to him and will always love him no matter what is crushing.
When has he started thinking even her might wish he was better at being who he is? When has he started losing faith in her love for him?
She canât tell.
How can she not be able to tell?
But Tsuna still wants her to be his mother, is willing to give her the chance to make up for her failures as his mother up until now, and she wonât let him down, not ever again.
And Nana loves Iemitsu too, she does. Heâs the love of her life. It hurts to know Tsuna wonât ask the same of Iemitsu, especially when itâs love thatâd make Iemitsu not want to let go of him either, and she can only hope heâll do so somewhere down the line sooner than later, but itâs still an easy choice to do. Itâs not even a choice at all, and whenâwhen, hopefullyâTsuna will ask the same of him, she can only hope his answer will come to him as naturally as breathing too.
Sheâll stand by Tsuna and will always choose him over anything and everyone else in the world, of course she will.
Nana canât tell how much time has passed when they finally pull back from each other. She helps Tsuna dries his tears, and he laughs as she does, making her laugh too, both of them smiling bright and wide.
She cradles his face between his hands, leaning his forehead against his. âYouâre perfect just the way you are, Tsuna. Thereâs nothing about you you need to change, and Mama promise to always love you no matter what, all right?â
He marks a pause, looking into her eyes, but then smiles, tears gleaming in his eyes again. âOkay. I love you too.â
âDid you finish eating?â
He shakes his head. âI wasnât hungry anymore after you left.â
âThen will you go tell Madi weâre sorry, but weâd be grateful if she could prepare us something warm again? Iâll be right behind you.â
Tsuna beams, and she smiles wider at him. âReally?â
âYes, really.â
He cheers, throwing himself in her arms for a quick hug before running out of her room. She laughs, standing up, and finds a mirror to make sure sheâs presentable again before leaving her room too.
She doesnât look like much with her wet cheeks, red eyes and disheveled hair. Then again, sheâs never looked like much in any of their eyes, has she? Even after she met their standards of what they expected the wife of Vongolaâs CEDEFâs boss to be. Of how they expected her to be.
She supposes she was a civilian too long for them to not keep seeing her as a civilian before anything else, and one too clueless to ever realize just the full extent of the influence and power her status holds. The authority her status holds too, as long as she makes use of her influence and power right. Especially when sheâs only been doing the strict minimum in being mafia, and her personality being what it is likely works against her too.
Good. Let them keep thinking that way, as itâs all things sheâll make work for her now. Things sheâll make work for Tsuna.
Nana learned how to be a good mafiosoâs wife. She can start from scratch again and learn how to be Tsunaâs mother too.
And if itâll help her be a better mother to him, if itâll help her help him be happy in the world she gave birth to him in and in the life she gave birth to him to, she can also learn to be the wife of Vongolaâs CEDEFâs boss and the mother of one of Vongolaâs heirs.
She will.
#katekyo hitman reborn#khr#khr fanfic#sawada nana#sawada tsunayoshi#wip khr#brt (aswoi) wip#hope's writing#mine#cannot believe a part 2 saw the light of day THIS ISNT WHAT IM MEANT TO BE WRITING RIGHT NOW đđđïżœïżœïżœïżœ#anyway. we like nana in this house just to be clear#we acknowledge she could have been a better mother to tsuna and the way and times she /wasn't/ hurt tsuna deeply in a way he'll carry all#his life#but we also acknowledge she never meant to and has alwas loved him and taken care of him to the best of her abilities#and that she was a good mother to him most of the time and that most of what makes tsuna tsuna comes from her too#so jot that down <3#also i'm aware in this verse tsuna & iemitsu relationship would be... better and closer than it is in canon#while at the same time not necessarily because this tsuna is still canon tsuna at his core#and i'm trying to not be biased and strike the right balance between the two but i'm not sure how much it's working lol#and actually it's funny how hard it is for me to not be biased against iemitsu?#like i'm TRYING to unlearn that bias but#why is it tsuna's daddy issues hit so close to home? does it mean something?#i'm sure it doesn't <3
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#ok uhhh hi. yeah im back from the strike but as of now i'm still gonna be away from my blog more?#ive been going out more and more lately with family and friends for vacation and i haven't had time to sit down and do my stuff#i also finally have a laptop - i'm very happy about this! i was worried i wasn't going to get a laptop before college and I hadn't been-#- starting commissions lately but its been covered now and im very lucky!#ive been focused on preparing my characters for artfight too - got some friends to join and added more characters#so I don't know if i can continue to be active here? hard to say but just saying hello again!#i COULD post my new refs that i made for artfight#i still have to go out tomorrow - i think i have a stuffed schedule ahead of me...#yesterday we went to the arcades with my friend who finally came to visit + a new family friend who joined us#and today we watched inside out 2 in the cinema w them. (really good movie - i cried haha)#ahh but yeah. yeah. stuff. Stuff.#everytime id come home from the hangouts id be too tired to do my thing and end up sleeping đ#~ rambling#so as of now im just bouncing around discord with close friends#my old computer that has stayed with us for years is gonna retire soon since i got my laptop#i just have to transfer all my files in it and archive it somewhere else
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SUDDENLY STARTED RAINING SO HARD WE ARE SO FUCKING BACK
#i was like huh whats that noise. bc i can normally NEVER hear anything over my headphones but it was the rain fucking shattering it down#my bed is WET the window was only open a few inches đ#anyway had no signal at work again today smfh. but at least they let me on the bus free on the way there this morning#still a bit wobbly im in the baby deer phase of post major depressive episode#roommate asked how i was doing when she got home and i very very nearly started crying but i didnt i was so brave#my insane insecurity and anger swings post rsd episode have mostly faded too thank fuck. only took 4 days which is pretty good for me#but im still so so tired it takes everything out of me...#when im recovered + can talk abt it without making myself upset again im promising myself i will talk to her abt the rsd if nothing else#but i really really dont want to make her feel bad abt it at all its genuinely not anyones fault. but its important to me that i say smth#just so we can avoid it happening again where possible bc it does really suck so bad. for everyone im sure but mostly me here#and i would like to be able to care abt ppl and have close friends without risking my entire mental (+ physical..) wellbeing đ#i think if im still struggling w mood once my meds stabilise i might ask if there are options to help w that too#like i think ive gone as far as i can w therapeutic techniques rn. its just too overwhelmingly intense and reflexive for me to apply that#and i dont feel like i live my life around it or in fear of it anymore like generally i have been a lot better#but when im vulnerable and it DOES strike i have no defense against it whatsoever and it can tank everything for weeks#its just high stakes. and it'll help to make sure ppl know abt it and might be able to support etc but it would be nice to never worry abt#so worth trying meds for it maybe. i just dont rly wanna have the conversations w medical ppl in order to get it in the first place#like i wouldnt feel safe telling a doctor abt it bc the idea of someone with that authority having power over me is terrifying#ah well this isnt a problem for right now. plus stimulants might help me w it anyway once im finished titrating so we'll see#got so distracted typing this i forgot what i was gonna do.... i need to check my planner#and then ill probably read and go to sleep early i think zzzzz#ahhh.. and the birds are singing outside now the rain has stopped :-)#.diaries
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I am soooooo down bad i genuinely need to get killed
#IM SORRY IF I EVER SCOFFED AT HOW PPL GET CRAZY AFTER FALLING IN LOVE... I GET IT NOW#god please strike me down... i cant keep living like this đ
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ppleade no one look at the tags im so Dorry op
#OH MY BABY#bititng my knuckles holding myself back from mauling my phone#the light of my life#is this what they call cute aggression#OHHHHHH I LOVE HIM SO MUCH#hes so cute#i meedd to hug him plesssreeee hyv đđđđđđ#LOOK AT HIM AND HIS LITTTLE CAMERAA AWWWW WMY PHOTOGTAPHER. look at my photographer hes so cute#timmie đ#HIM AND HIS SEELIE AWWWWWW LOOK AT HIM GO U HES SO SWEET#LOOK AT HIM NEXT TO THE ELEVENTH FATUI HARBINGER AWWWW THROW THAT PEACE SIGN BOY! STRIKE THAT POSE. TAKE THAT SELFIE!#DONT GET MAULED BY SOMETHING ELSE NOW AETHER. look st hsi face next to the geo vishap HE SSO FUCKIGN CUTEE RAAAAAH#wait no i just realized its azdaha im so sorry im#im a fake genshinernguys sorry#did he get bad luck? ITSS OKAY JUST U EXISITING IS GOOD LUCK ENOUGH (RIZZ) sorry taht was awful i just dont want him sad#HE LOKKS SO PROUD HOLDING THOSE AWWW#him pointing at like :O pretty cool isnt it IM GOJGNTO BITE YOUR CHEEKS#HES HAVISBG A VACATION AWWWWWWWWWW LOOK AR HIM AND HIS LFITLE GLASSES đđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđ#AETHER GETS TO SUMERU REAL LETS GOOOO!!!!!#im so sorry i need to calm down but this was too much for me i had to explode somewhere
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okay but rafe shamelessly peeking up your skirt is something so personal to me
omg omg wait s1 golf frat boy rafe x cutesy kinda bimbo reader??? COUNT ME IN. p.s- i have no idea how to play golf so i wrote my best interpretationđ
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you sat in rafes private golf caddy watching as he lined up his next shot, his backwards cap keeping his hair out of his eyes and his muscular legs spread wide as he takes the shot.
rafe had asked (told) you to come watch him play, he thought it would be a cute date idea for you both to get out of the house since it was way too hot to stay cooped up inside all day⊠when in reality he just wanted to show off his skills and impress his girl.
ârafeeeeey.â you whined in a high pitch tone.
he turns to look back at you with a sour expression, wiping the sweat from his brows with one arm, using the other to lean against his golf club. âquit distracting me. what dyaâ want?â he pants in the summer heat.
âiâm boredddddâ you moan again, standing from your seat in the cabby and bouncing over to him.
his free hand reaches out to grip your face, smushing your cheeks together tight âwhatâve i told you about the whining? daddyâs trynaâ play a game here, sweetcheeks.â
you look up at him with big puppy dog eyes âcan you teach me? please rafeyâŠiâm so bored just sittinâ here, daddy please.â
he lets out an irritated groan, knowing you were too ditzy to understand how golf works and way too uncoordinated to actually putt a ball. he looks back at you giving you a once over, a smirk appearing on his face.
âyou know what? sure pretty girl, câmere.â
you yelp with excitement, moving to stand infront of him, your short pink skirt barely reaching your thighs as you bounce over and your tits jiggling, practically spilling out of your tight shirt.
rafe stands behind you as he passes you the golf club, quickly showing you the correct way to hold it before he moves onto your position. kicking your feet apart and pressing down on your back with his thick fingers, forcing you to arch your back as he bites his lip, his cock already growing hard.
âthatâs it baby, stay just like that. now, lift your arm up like this, and strike.â you beam at him while he instructs you before focusing on the ball.
you raise your arm holding the club tight before you strike it. not even noticing rafe bending down slightly, his legs still spread wide around your figure and his fingers lifting your short skirt, peeking at your cute, pink panties underneath, he lets out a low âfuckkk.â at the sight, not loud enough for you to notice seeming as you were concentrating.
ârafey! look! i hit it. look how far it went!â you gasp, raising one arm to block the sun as you search for the ball with your eyes.
âyeah babe, daddyâs super proud of you.â he mutters, not paying attention to a word you said, instead focusing on the slightly damp patch on your panties.
he brings his thumb to your pussy, rubbing over the soaked material. your panties beginning to stick to your cunt as he thumbs your sensitive slit.
you whimper in surprise, your head spinning to look at him in shock. âdaddy! wh-what are you doing?!â you hush, eyes wide, looking around quickly to see if anybody had noticed what he was doing, which they hadnât⊠yet.
rafe hushes you before pulling your skirt back down and giving your ass a harsh smack. lifting up from his bent knees and looking down at you with a large smirk.
ânice panties, baby. whereâd you get em?â he asks rhetorically, a sly smile appearing on his face.
knowing for a fine fact he bought them, as he does everything else, your clothes, food, shoes. you name it, he bought it. because thatâs what wealthy daddyâs like him do. and rafe is without question, wholeheartedly, your daddy.
#rafe cameron#rafe cameron smut#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron imagine#rafe cameron x you#rafe cameron x y/n#rafe cameron prompt#drew starkey#drew starkey smut#rafe cameron fic
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neeeeeeed more dilf!husband rafe đđ
been thinking about him đ€đŠ
Because one of dilf/husband!Rafeâs favorite things to do during the holidays is fuck you by the fireplace. While there was one downstairs, you two did take full advantage of the beautiful one in master bedroom you shared. Lights dim, furry blanket spread out, empty wine glasses knocked out all while you were getting piped down by your gorgeous husband. The two of youâs bodies glistened from the heat of the fireplace and rounds you had been going at now for hours.
Rafe had a crazy amount of stamina, and being in his thirties didnât slow him down one bit. The way the fire cast a glow over his muscled frame, showing every bit of hard work he put in the gym had you mesmerized. Even after being together for so long, he never failed to amaze you. He had your legs over his broad shoulders, giving it to you deep as he pressed his toned hips into yours. Those striking cerulean eyes were hooded, looking down at you with the utmost admiration.
âBaby⊠canât get over how fucking beautiful you are.â He would breathe out, voice raspy. âYou know I love to make mama feel good.â The fat tip kept hitting your sweet spot, your pussy filled to the brim with his huge cock. He was making you feel more than good, and you knew it was only a matter of minutes before you had another orgasm. Rafe knew it too by the way your cunt was squeezing his length so deliciously.
Your huge diamond ring and glittery band shined against his skin as you pressed your expensive manicured nails into his chest. âR-rafe⊠fuck baby⊠Iâm gonna cum again!â You cried out, your pretty eyes rolling back and toes curling against him. The tingly in your lower stomach and your breathing becoming heavier was all signs that you were about to explode with pleasure.
Hearing that only made his thrusts harder, his own eyes threatening to roll back as he had held his own climax in for a few of hours now. He was ready to paint those walls, and be covered in your sweet juice. His buzz was damp, cheeks pink, breath quick as he laid into you deep. âYeah? Keep those fucking eyes on me. There you go beautiful⊠make a fucking mess again.â His tone low, as his blue irises darkened at the way you started to squirt for the 10th time that night.
#rafe cameron#dilf!rafe#husband!rafe#rafe cameron smut#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron prompt#rafe cameron blurb#rafe cameron concepts#rafe cameron outer banks#outerbanks rafe#drew starkey#drew starkey x reader#drew starkey smut#obx#obx smut#outer banks
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pairing: lando norris x fem!reader
summary: alexâs best friend and lando norris meet and something blossoms between them during a project the two are starting
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alexandrasaintmleux se excited to see the outcome of this one!
user1 girl tell usss đ«đ«
yourclassmate iâm still coming up with an idea đđ
âłÂ yourusername   letâs meet up at the library and we can brains together together
âł yourclassmate youâre my saviour
user2 my dream life
user3 cutie
user4 whoâs the man
âłÂ yourusername   đ€«đ€«
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f1gossip   lando norris seen meeting up with someone who has a striking resemblance to y/n y/l/n, alexandra saint mleuxâs best friend. they then made their way to the international university of monaca? does this confirm its lando and y/n?
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user1 we need to lando and his love life aloneee
user2 first magui and now her? this man is not slowing down
user3 why is he getting with a uni student?
user4 sheâs probably just getting with him to get her and alex more attention
âłÂ user5 her account is literally private? đđ
user6 these lando fans need to chill
user7 at least this oneâs smart đ€·ââïžđ€·ââïž
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f1gossip lando seen with the same girl before but at a restaurant this time. do we think itâs a date?
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user1 sheâs actually so ugly
user2 at this point iâd rather him be with magui đ€Šââïž
user3 isnât she a fashion student? shes probably a good digger
user4 she looks pretty
âłÂ user5 pretty ugly đ€ą
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yourusername the look of love, the rush of blood
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alexandrasaintmleux so happy for you đđ„ș
âłÂ yourusername   i love you alex â€ïž
user1 arctic monkeys reference !!!
yourclassmate this is why you have so many new ideas đ€šïżœïżœïżœïżœ
landonorris â€ïžâ€ïž
user2 iâm so jealous rn
niña bonita đ
i donât know if this is going to work
niña bonita đ
if whatâs going to work?
me and lando
the hate is crazy and i donât know if i can handle it
niña bonita đ
ma belle âčïžâčïž
have you tried talking to him?
i donât want to worry him with it
he already gets enough as it is
niña bonita đ
oh y/n
whatever you think will help you more mentally and physically, do it
but please tell him. he would hate himself if he knew this was happening and you didnât tell him
charles is the same
like, i know they donât know itâs me, thatâs just speculation
but theyâre still taking digs at ME
what i look like, sound like, what i do
niña bonita đ
i know honey
and you shouldnât feel guilty for feeling like this either
and before you say you arenât, you are. i know you
you are NEVER alone. ever.
not with me, not with lando, not with anyone
please donât go through this alone love đ
te amo mucho đ„șđ„șđ„ș (i love you so much)
niña bonita đ
yo tambiĂ©n te amo â€ïž
now go and get that takeout you like. i know youâre questioning to or not
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f1gossip according to a fan, landoâs new girlfriend is y/n y/l/n! sheâs a fashion student at the international university of monaco and are best friends with alexandra saint mleux. they were seen together holding hands and kissing. y/n also was there when the fan got a picture with lando
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user1 she looks like a bitch
user2 sheâs probably just using him for clout
user3 sheâs not pretty enough to be his girlfriend đ€ąđ€ą
user4 sheâs so beautiful
user5 go back to the models @landonorris
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landonorris yes. i do have a girlfriend. no, it is not your business, but yet youâve made it your business. we wanted to keep it private but now we canât. the hate that my girlfriend, and any girl seen with me, has been getting is ridiculous. my girlfriend is the sweetest person in the world, and you donât even bother to try to get to know her before you run her name through the dirt. i have been silent on this for too long. forgive me, my love.
i am so proud of you and what you are doing. thank you for giving me a chance (and saving my style, apparently) â€ïž
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Hello!! If youâre still taking requests Iâd love to see a Nanami x Reader fic where the reader is pregnant but doesnât realize yet but Iâd like showing OBVIOUS symptoms and for Nanami to start to catch on to them, I donât know if thatâs like weird? đ Also I hope youâre doing good!!
THIS. IS. EVERYTHING.
Yeah, we're doing this right now
Nanami realizing you're pregnant before you do
Pairing: Nanami x fem!reader
Word Count: 2,2k
Synopsis: well, basically the request above hehe
Warnings: I mean, reader is pregnant lol, fluff fluff fluff, Nanami is just the greenest flag I can't, please tell me you enjoy this as much as I do, I LOVE THAT MAN
Lately, everything feels⊠off.
It's subtle at first. Mornings are harder than they used to be, a strange kind of sluggishness that lingers in your limbs no matter how much coffee you drink after waking up. Your back aches at the most random times. And don't even get started on the nausea that strikes out of nowhere, leaving you clutching the bathroom sink with trembling hands.
But, still, it doesnât cross your mind - not at first.
Nanamiâs been noticing though. Heâs always been perceptive, sharp in the way he observes the world, but lately, his focus seems to rest more on you. It starts with the small things: a subtle glance as you push your breakfast away with a grimace, the way his brow furrows when you wince, pressing a hand to your lower back. He doesnât ask you about it immediately, and youâre grateful for that. Nanami doesnât rush things, never has. He knows you well enough to wait until the right moment.
Today, however, something is different.
Itâs a quiet Saturday morning. Youâre both in the kitchen, sunlight streaming through the curtains in soft beams. Nanamiâs making coffee, his movements precise as always, while you sit at the kitchen table with your hands wrapped around a cup of ginger tea. Youâve been craving that instead of coffee these days, the rich scent of the brew turning your stomach in a way it never used to. To be honest, youâve never been a tea drinker your whole life.
Heâs noticed that too.
You yawn, stifling the sound behind your hand as you stretch in your chair. Thereâs a strange heaviness in your body, and the thought of going back to bed, even after a full nightâs sleep, is oddly tempting. Itâs the third time this week that the idea of a nap has crossed your mind before noon. You blink hard, forcing your eyes to focus, and turn to Nanami, whoâs watching you over the rim of his cup.
âAre you feeling alright?â he questions, his tone neutral but his eyes searching.
âYeah, why?â you respond, but your voice lacks its usual energy.
Even to your own ears, it sounds tired. You clear your throat and offer a small smile, hoping to brush off the question as well as the wave of concern that starts bubbling up your chest all over again.
âIâve just been a little out of it lately, thatâs all.â
Nanami places his cup down on the counter, his gaze never leaving your face.
âYouâve been âa little out of itâ for a while now, darling.â
Thereâs a weight to his words, a quiet concern that has your defenses rising instinctively. You sit up straighter, forcing a more convincing smile this time.
âIâm fine, really. Just tired. Itâs probably work.â
Itâs true, to some extent. Work has been stressful, the usual demands piling up, but this exhaustion feels⊠different. Itâs deeper, sinking into your bones in a way that no amount of rest seems to fix.
Nanami doesnât say anything right away, but you can feel him assessing you. His silence is almost louder than words. You know he wonât push you to talk, but his patience, the way he waits for you to come to your own conclusion, can be just as insistent.
You sigh, leaning back in your chair and rubbing at your eyes. Thereâs no way youâll get out of this situation, not when your beloved boyfriend sits opposite of you with his calm but demanding orbs staring straight through your soul.
âI donât know. Maybe Iâm coming down with something?â
Itâs a flimsy excuse, and you both know it. But before you can think of anything else to say, a wave of nausea hits you hard and fast, making you lurch forward. You press a hand to your mouth, eyes wide as the world tilts just slightly. Oh god, not again.
Nanami is at your side in an instant, his hand on your back, warm and grounding.
âHey, hey⊠breathe,â he murmurs gently, his thumb rubbing small circles against your spine.
âItâs okay. Just breathe.â
You close your eyes and focus on the rhythm of your breathing, counting each inhale and exhale until the nausea begins to subside. Slowly, you sit back, wiping at your mouth with the back of your hand. The embarrassment is hot on your face, and you canât quite meet Nanamiâs eyes.
âIâm fine, Kentoâ, you mutter, though you can tell it sounds unconvincing.
Nanamiâs hand is still on your back, his touch firm yet gentle. He doesnât say anything, not yet. You know heâs waiting, giving you space to figure out whatâs going on. But even through your haze of denial, a part of you knows the truth is starting to unravel.
âDoes this happen often?â
His voice is calm, but thereâs an undercurrent of something more. Something you canât quite place.
You swallow hard, not sure how to answer.
âItâs just been the past couple of weeks,â you admit quietly.
âI think itâs stress. Maybe some kind of stomach bug?â
Nanamiâs brow furrows slightly, and he crouches down beside your chair, his eyes searching your face with that same quiet intensity.
âAre there any other symptoms?â
Your mouth opens to say no, but then you stop, thinking back over the past few weeks. The tiredness, the nausea, the strange sensitivity to smells, your shifting moods - small things youâd brushed off or tried to ignore. But now, all at once, it feels like theyâre adding up, slotting together in a way that you hadnât considered before.
You glance down at your hand, the one resting on your stomach, and something inside you clicks.
Oh.
Oh.
Nanami must notice the shift in your expression because his hand stills on your back.
âWhat is it?â he asks, his voice low and steady.
You swallow hard, the words catching in your throat before you finally manage to speak.
âI think⊠I might be pregnant.â
There. Youâve said it. And the weight of those words hangs heavy in the air between you, a truth you hadnât been ready to acknowledge until now.
Kento doesnât react immediately. His expression stays calm, though you can see the flicker of something in his eyes - surprise, perhaps, or maybe something more. Did he already suspect this? Is this why he pushed you to think about your symptoms further? Slowly, he straightens up, standing in front of you now as he takes a deep breath.
âAre you sure?â
You shake your head, feeling a little lost.
âIâm not. I⊠I hadnât really thought about it until just now.â
The truth is, you hadnât considered the possibility at all. With everything going on - work, life, the general busyness of existing, it hadnât crossed your mind that this could be the reason behind everything youâve been feeling.
But now that itâs out in the open, you canât help but wonder how you missed the signs.
Nanamiâs hand gently cups your chin, tilting your face up so that youâre looking at him. His gaze is steady, calm in a way that grounds you, just like always.
âLetâs not jump to conclusions yet,â he says quietly.
âBut if you think thereâs a chanceâŠâ
You nod, your throat suddenly tight.
âYeah. There might be.â
For a long moment, neither of you says anything. The air between you feels thick with unspoken emotions, a quiet understanding settling between you. Nanami steps closer, his hand moving from your chin to cup your cheek instead, his thumb brushing against your skin.
âWeâll figure this out,â he murmurs, his voice soft.
âTogether.â
The sincerity in his words washes over you, bringing with it a flood of emotions you hadnât realized you were holding back. You blink, your vision blurring slightly as you reach up to cover his hand with yours.
âIâm scared,â you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.
Nanamiâs expression softens, and he leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.
âI know. But whatever happens, weâll face it together. I promiseâ he mutters against your skin.
You nod, your heart swelling with a mix of fear, uncertainty, and something else, something warmer, softer. You arenât alone in this. No matter what happens, you have your boyfriend by your side, steady and unshakable.
He pulls back slightly, his eyes meeting yours again.
âDo you want to take a test?â he asks, his voice careful, as if heâs gauging your readiness.
You hesitate, biting your lip.
âI⊠I donât know. Maybe? I mean, I guess I should, right?â
Nanami nods, but he doesnât push.
âWhenever youâre ready.â
The idea of taking a test feels overwhelming, like it would make everything real in a way youâre not sure youâre prepared for. But at the same time, the uncertainty is starting to weigh on you, the not knowing gnawing at the edges of your thoughts.
You take a deep breath, closing your eyes for a moment as you try to gather yourself. When you open them again, Nanami is still there, watching you with that quiet patience youâve come to rely on so much.
âOkay,â you say finally, your voice trembling just a little.
âOkay. Iâll take a test.â
Nanami squeezes your hand gently, a reassuring presence beside you.
âIâll go get one,â he offers, his tone calm and matter-of-fact, like heâs suggesting something as simple as picking up groceries.
You nod, feeling a little more settled now that a decision has been made.
âYeah, okay. Thank you.â
He leans down, pressing another soft kiss to your forehead before pulling back.
âIâll be back soon.â
With that, he grabs his keys and heads for the door, casting one last glance over his shoulder before he slips out into the hallway.
Once heâs gone, the quiet of the apartment feels almost too loud. You sit there for a long moment, staring at the cup of tea in front of you, your mind racing with thoughts you canât quite hold onto.
Pregnant. You might be pregnant.
The idea feels too big, too surreal to grasp, and yet itâs there, lingering just at the edge of your awareness. A part of you is scared, terrified of the changes this could bring. But another part, a part youâre only just beginning to acknowledge, feels something else. Hope, maybe? Excitement? Itâs hard to tell.
All you know for sure is that everything feels different now, that your whole life will be turned upside down if this test comes out positive.
When Nanami returns a short while later, test in hand, you take it from him with trembling fingers. He doesnât say anything, just gives you a small, reassuring nod as you disappear into the bathroom.
The minutes that follow are some of the longest of your life. You pace back and forth in front of the sink, your heart pounding in your chest as you wait for the results. The silence feels deafening, and all you can do is focus on your breathing, trying to keep yourself calm.
Finally, the time is up. You glance down at the test, your breath catching in your throat as you read the result.
Positive.
You stare at it for a long moment, your mind struggling to process what youâre seeing. And then, slowly, the reality starts to sink in.
Youâre pregnant.
With shaking hands, you open the bathroom door to find Nanami standing just outside, waiting. He looks up at you, his expression calm but expectant.
âWell?â he asks quietly.
You swallow hard, your voice catching in your throat as you hold up the test.
âItâs positive.â
For a moment, Nanami doesnât say anything. His eyes flicker to the test in your hand, and then back to your face, his expression unreadable. And then, slowly, he steps forward, wrapping his arms around you in a gentle, grounding embrace.
âWeâre going to be okay,â he murmurs against your hair.
âYouâre going to be okay.â
And somehow, with his arms around you, you really believe him. Maybe you will be able to work this out. After all, you have none other than Kento Nanami by your side, right?
âKentoâŠâ, you begin, the flood of sniffs and wild emotions now slowly but surely calming down.
âWhat is it, darling?â
âDid youâŠdid you know?â
He sends a small smile your way while gently stroking a strand of hair behind your ear.
âI couldnât be sure. But after seeing you like this for a couple of weeks now, I had some suspicionsâ, he admits quietly.
You let out a huff.
âI canât believe you realized it earlier than I did.â
âYou are my life, (y/n). I notice every little thin about you.â
âAnd now youâll be the father of a childâ, you breathe out.
The words still feel strange while rolling off your tongue. Kento Nanami will be a father â the father of your child.
You are pregnant.
This is real.
âAnd I couldnât ask for a better mother for my child.â
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Hickeys
àłââ·do they suck (lol) at hickeys, giver or receiver?, how? all answered down below by your beloved Tomieâš
àłââ·Psss this is a head-canon, take it lightly~
àłââ· Suggestive, implied f!reader, NSFW language
àłââ· monster trio + Law+ Ace
: ÌÌâ Luffy
Heâs the type to receive them more than to give
When he realizes he has hickeys, heâs just gonna wonder how itâs even possible and if smth hit his neck during a fightđ
Probably gonna bug Chopper about it, until he brushes him off mentioning itâs nothing
Then when youâre making out and you linger on his neck, it clicks into his mind. He yells a « ooohh, It was you! » after realizing that, it surprises you and you almost bit his skin-
Heâs down to try it when you explain that you want them on you too
« You want me to suck your skin a little until it bruises? A bit like when you bruise after a fight? »
« Ugh⊠not the same but you got the spirit? »
Heâs dense, but he tried and he didnât do as bad as you thought
: ÌÌâ Law
LMAO?? Wouldnât he be the type to lowkey hit you with a scientific facts that hickeys can kill you if done wrongđ€đ
Ik he would. Im so sorryđźâđš
On another note, tbh I feel like heâs just sooo into it, when his mind is fogged by lust. He will be making out with you and damn, heâs now leaving wet kisses all over your neck. That itself, just awaken some type of possessive strike and youâre left with hickeys a bit everywhere.
Will quietly eye them when yâall are cuddling after sex. He wonât comment on it beside if you point them out.
âThey look great.â
It would be the most reaction you will get out of him. Heâs so hot though- intrusive thoughts but they are real đ
He doesnât mind at all if you leave some on him fr. Like if itâs done within the right vibe and yâall are just kicking it and youâre riding him or yâall in lotus position, he might even groan and moan a little louder and curse under his breath.
: ÌÌâ Sanji
Oh his mouth is ALLL OVERR your body. Heâs kissing, praising, leaving hickeys all over your body. On you chest, between your thighs, on you collarbone.
Heâs almost in a trance while he loves your body and mark it. Heâs gotta to enjoy his pretty lover and you bet heâs gonna make it known that you are his and heâs the lucky man who has you!!
Heâs so sweet about it, with sweet compliments, but itâs a bit messy too. Wet patches, mumbles from his muffled lips.
Heâs SOOOOO down if you wanna do it on him. He gets very excited and canât stop smiling and touching your body.
âYes of course Iâm down! Wanna try it rn? We got time yk..â
Best boy đ€§
àłââ· Zoro
His neck always has some hickeys from you. He thought he hated it, but he quickly got over it and finds it hot now.
He doesnât care too much if someone stare at them, but he will throw a curse out with a deadpan expression, if someone made a snarky comment.
He also has this possessive strike, so you bet youâre gonna have some type of bruises-hickeys on your body after yâall are done. Because he doesnât go easy on you, he will be thrusting deep into you, while silencing you with his fingers deep in your mouth. Along with that, his mouth is nibbling on you neck and all your sensitive spots.
Itâs an overstimulating mess.
He smirks satisfied when he sees you marked up, moaning his name and completely lost into his touch.
àłââ· Ace
Oh, this man here has the biggest possessive strike out of all the men here.
I touched on the subject a little on my NSFW head canon, but he definitely love giving them. He whines when you do, because heâs apparently allergic to shirts and get slightly annoyed when each of his friends on the ship makes some jokes.
He loves that everyone knows youâre his. Because he gets to have one person for him, that actually feels love toward him and someone he can trust??! Thatâs the life prize!
Every time he fucks you, he makes sure that hickeys are created everywhere on your body.
He will shower you with attention and cocky comments as he sucks on to your skin.
Itâs his specialtyđźâđš
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Hiii! English is not my first language so please forgive any mistakes. Could you do an imagine of Sevika where the reader and her have been together for a long time, and the reader almost dies in battle? (Like, she got shot in a place that bleeds a lot, which makes Sevika super worried) And she makes a little confession to the reader? Saying that she can't lose her and stuff like that. Sorry for the long request, it's my first time ordering đđ Thanks anyway đ©·đ€đ©·
Wont lose you ÊÉ
thank you for the request,! it was a bit rushed but I like it anyways let me know if you do :)
masterlist!!
Silco sent you on an important mission, taking down this factory all relied on you. Sevika had insisted on being by your side the entire time, but her request was denied.
Her and two other goons sat on the sidelines to make sure you could get in and out without being seen. No fight. No problem.
Why did she have to get stuck with these guys? She would have been better off down there helping you.
She sat outside the doube doors, one of the men lit a cigarillo for her. All was going according to plan so far.
You had gotten in and deactivated some machines. Now you needed to get out.
Sevika, your long time girlfriend was worried. Despite not wanting to admit it you could tell by the look on her face before you crossed the threshold to the factory.
You chuckled to yourself, thinking of how she patted your back on the way in as encouragement.
But you were confident you could carry this out without a hitch.
What you didn't know is there weren't just guards on the outside.
Your footsteps echoed throughout the seemingly empty factory. All you had to do was pour gasoline around the inside perimeter and on the machines and strike a match. It's not that hard.
You were bent over a machine, checking out the parts and gears before you feel a sharp pain of a blunt object on your back. Turning around you instinctively grab it.
A tall, lanky woman stood towering over you. Before she could pull it from your grasp, you kicked her in the stomach. She stumbled backward with a grut. When you dropped the bat, you were met with another thwack to your head.
You let out a muffled cry, biting your lip. You heard the woosh of an object and half-ducked-half-fell. An ambush. How mature. Another metal bat slammed into the ground beside your head. A broad figure stood over you, moving to hit you again. You rolled to the left but not without getting a swift kick to the stomach.
"Urgh." The wind was knocked out of your lungs. But you had no time to hesitate, jumping to your feet and blocking the next strike of the bat with your forearm.
You grabbed it and pulled it forward, bringing the weilder with it. Letting go with one hand, you slam your fist into their throat. The woman from before came back around, picking up her bat again. You met her metal bat with the one in your hands.
It's okay. You could win. The mission was still going according to plan. Two people with bats you could easily take on. You heard a familiar cocking behind your head.
"Drop it"
Fuck.
You didn't.
Instead, you turned to deliver a high kick to their head. But they managed to pull the trigger faster than you could land it.
Bang
You let out a shrill cry and clutched your side. Blood seeped through your fingers and stained your shirt.
"I told you to drop it," Their deep voice hissed.
You could hear three people rushing into the factory, footsteps echoing throughout the establishment. The person that shot you turned their attention to your team. The trigger happy idiot immediately started firing.
Bullets ricochet against the metal. Sometime amidst the chaos, you started to lose consciousness. Black spots littered your vision, and you finally dropped to your knees. A figure bent over you, yelling incoherent things. She jad a hand on your back, gripping your shirt between clammy fingers.
Looking up, you saw Sevikas distressed expression. Sweat dripped down her forehead, and there was a worried crease between her brows. She was shouting things you couldn't quite make out. Maybe something like "We need to leave" or "We are lighting it up." Maybe both.
She grabbed your legs, hand still on your back and hoisted you into her arms. You could feel her warm arm on your upper back and the hardness of her prosthetic against the back of your legs.
In your groggy state you looked up to Sevika, her teeth gritted as she ran throughout the factory with heavy steps. You could hear an explosion come from far behind you.
A ringing in your ears.
She looked down at you.
Then you passed out.
What seemed to be a few hours later, you groggly awoke. Light seeped into your vision and you attempted to get up. "Fuck," A sharp pain shot through your side.
Oh, right. You got shot.
You looked down to where you now held your side, but instead of blood like how you expected, there are sterile bandages. They wrapped around your now mostly bare torso.
Looking around the room, it seemed familiar to you. Right before you could put your finger on it your girlfriend came walking into the room, holding a glass of water.
Her eyes shot wide open, and she started walking a little faster towards your bedside. "Sweetheart, are you okay?"
You laughed at her suprise, "Yeah. Now that you're here"
Your voice was raspy and dry. You reached out for the water in her hand. She instead pushed your hand down and brought the cup up to your lips herself.
"I thought I'd lost you," She sighs in releif.
You took big gulps of water. She had just finished smoking. You could smell it on her hands. You pulled your lips away from the cup and she brought a thumb to your mouth to wipe away stray water droplets.
It was your turn to ask, "Are you okay?"
She let out a dry laugh, "You're the one sitting in bandages in my bed, and you're asking if Im okay?"
She brings her larger hand to your arm, rubbing circles into your skin. Her rough calloused hands brought some comfort to you.
"Im sorry I let that happen. I shouldn't have let you go in there alone. Silco was wrong," She grumbled, clutching her temples.
"Hey, I can do things by myself. It was an unfair attack." You chimed in.
"I don't care. I dont know what i would do if i lost you in there," She spoke firmly.
Her lips were pursed into a straight line. Trying to calm that tension you reached up to grab her face, bringing her lips to yours.
Her lips chased yours when you pulled away. Hissing as you grabbed your side again. "Shit, do i need to change your bandages?" She got up, already heading for the cabinets.
You were usually the one to dress her wounds, not the other way around. "Aww, you bandaged me up?" You cooed.
"Shut up"
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