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senanatheskenana · 8 months ago

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Being Their Soul Mate <3

Tanjirou, Zenitsu, Inosuke x reader (separate)

Tanjirou Kamado

From the moment you got close enough for Tanjirou to smell, he knew you were his soul mate. And before you know it, he's sprinting towards you, following the perfect smell. He stops in front of you, blushing like a fool from head to toe.

You can feel the pull towards him, even without an introduction. Your eyes can hardly leave each other, basking in the overwhelming silence. You smile at him, your own cheeks tinted pink, holding out your hand to him. He jumps out of his daze and grips your hand enthusiastically, bringing it to his lips to place a heartfelt kiss on your knuckles.

"I'm sorry to be so forward, i really should have introduced myself before. Please forgive me!" he bows deeply- so deeply you think his head may hit the floor. You fight back a sheepish laugh, shaking your head.

"My name is Tanjirou Kamado, it's beyond a pleasure to meet you," he still holds your hand carefully, loose enough for you to pull it away should you desire to. You don't.

"I'm (f/n) (l/n). I never imagined my soul mate to be as sweet as you, Tanjirou," you can see how his face turns even redder at your words, stuttering out broken sentences.

You gently squeeze his hand, "Did you want to join me on my walk? we have a lot to talk about, I feel"

He nods eagerly, letting you pull him through the streets, all while staring bashfully at the way your hair sways as you move. He thinks he might already be in love.

Zenitsu Agatsuma

'Marry me!'

Those were the words inked into your wrist. A brash, scribbling handwriting. Admittedly you were worried about the circumstances of you meeting your soul mate, given the intense first words.

Evidently, the situation was not nearly as sad as you worried it could be. You weren't being married off, no.

Your soul mate was just super weird.

You shake your leg, hoping to remove the boy from his hold. He's sobbing on the floor, mumbling incoherent pleas at you, still shaken up from the demon he would have been attacked by, had you not struck.

"W-what the hell? You can't just spring that on someone!" you squeal. Finally, he lets go, a look of shock on his face. A moment later a shockingly warm sensation takes over the two of you. You grip your wrist, and he scratches at his shoulder, letting out yelps of 'ouchies'

You look down at your wrist to see the letters glowing gold, pulsing against your bones. Zenitsu gazes up at you momentarily before bawling and returning to clinging onto your legs. You take the time to help him up while his two friends watch in confusion and embarrassment at his actions.

He holds both of your hands and brings them to his cheeks, and you can feel how hot his face is. "Y-you're my soul mate. That means you have to marry me"

You sigh but smile. At least he was enthusiastic, you guessed.

"Maybe let's just start with a date and we can go from there" His tears disappear at your words, replaced by a gigantic smile, not even you can resist.

Inosuke Hashibira

For as long as Inosuke can remember, he's had the name (f/n) (l/n) engraved into his collarbone. Too bad he couldn't read it without Tanjirou's help.

"(f/n) (l/n)..." Tanjirou taps his chin in thought for a moment before gasping, "I got it- that's the ice pillar's name! "

Zenitsu fawns at the idea, "Wow, imagine having a soul mate strong enough to be a Hashira"

He hears the word strong and immediately puffs out his chest, "If they're strong, I'm gonna beat 'em!" Tanjirou now realises that Inosuke doesn't know the concept of Soul Mates.

By the time he tries to explain it, the boy is sprinting through the courtyard, dodging pillars and kakushi.

"Inosuke-" Tanjirou cannot finish his mortified plea.

"ICE HASHIRA COME HERE AND FIGHT ME!" everyone turns towards him in shock and confusion.

"Don't be so loud! if you really wanna see them, they're sitting on that bench" Sanemi scowls at the group of boys, making Tanjirou blanch, uttering apologies.

You're peacefully lying across the bench, nose planted firmly in your book when a shadow falls over you. Slowly you gaze up at the man towering over you before moving to sit up straight.

You recognise the boy in the checkered haori, smiling "Hello Tanjirou. It's nice to see you again. Are these your friends"

Before a smiling Tanjirou can respond, Inosuke brings his sword down beside your hand.

"FIGHT ME!" his face flushes with blood as he seethes under his mask.

You give him a serene smile, "I'm sorry but I believe it would be dangerous for you if I were to fight back."

He pays no mind and swings his sword above him. He looks down only to find you gone in the blink of an eye. In less than three seconds, his katanas are wrenched out of his hands as he is pinned to the ground.

Tanjirou gasps at the embarrassingly short battle- if you could call it such. "Inosuke! Are you both alright?"

'Inosuke?'

You glance down at the man under your foot, "Is your name Inosuke Hashibira?" you ask as calmly as ever, gently releasing him from the hold.

"Yeah, what's it to you?" he scowls under his mask. He doesn't know why he's so nervous around you but it's pissing him off.

"My name is (y/n), the ice Hashira," your smile has an unanticipated calming effect on inosuke, "it would seem we are soul mates"

he blushes at your giggle, still not understanding what a soul mate is. He looks at Tanjirou for help, who sighs.

It was going to be an agonising conversation. He drags the boar boy away, inosuke still staring at you as you wave them goodbye. He wouldn't admit that he missed you already.

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benedictscanvas · 2 years ago

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could you possibly do a benedict bridgerton friends to lovers fic with maybe some jealousy thrown in there? i adore your writing 🫶🏻

this request could not have come at a better time! i finally started my bridgerton rewatch recently and i can feel myself sparking with ideas yet again :) || 2k words, tw benedict is PINING & this is much more suggestive than my usual content, so 18+ please!

can't bear it - benedict bridgerton x reader

He looked bored. It was the first thing you noticed upon entering the ballroom and, in truth, it was often the first thing you noticed upon entering any ballroom. Over your years of friendship, it seemed you had a highly trained eye to seek him out amongst any crowd.

Just as your eyes strayed to him, as if he had similar training, his found you. What had been a dull stare at the ground to avoid any accidental eye contact with the Mamas scattered about the room quickly became a bright and excitable gaze locked to yours and you returned his slow-spreading smile with a rather unladylike grin.

"Hi," he mouthed, a grin of his own now twisting his features. You shook your head at him fondly, biting the inside of your cheek in a foolish attempt to stop your grin from growing any wider.

You were lucky to have a sister with whom your mother was preoccupied. It made it easy to hurry along the sides of the ballroom, exchanging nods with those you passed without stopping to greet them properly, to end up next to Benedict in record time.

You stood side by side, your usual routine, the backs of your hands inches apart but both facing outwards, as if surveying the rest of the room. Each one of your senses was entirely tuned into him as soon as you entered his presence, but it would not look as such to any onlookers.

"You'll start more rumours if you keep trying to communicate across such wide distances, Lord Bridgerton," you began, eyes fixed on the twirling couples so you didn't sneak a glance in his direction, "I thought we were attempting to rid ourselves of the clamours for our engagement."

"They can hardly read into a mere greeting," he responded easily, the words a mere murmur from the corner of his mouth, "I am a gentleman, as you know, and it would be impolite to simply ignore you."

"It would. You couldn't ignore me if you tried, anyway," you mused, "You'd get ever so bored."

"Always so self-important."

His mutter makes you bite back a smirk. Perhaps facing away from each other did nothing to hide your obvious conversation after all. Violet would be sure to notice, you knew, and may once again force Benedict into explaining the lack of proposal between the two of you.

In recent weeks, however, you had been struggling to explain it to yourself. Benedict was so dear to you, so utterly different to the men that regularly bored you, that once you had struck up such unlikely friendship, it seemed you valued it far too much to take it any further.

That, and there had never been any indication that Benedict himself saw marital potential within you. He was by no means a shy man. If he wanted you, you were quite sure he would have swept you off your feet by now.

And what a sweeping it would be, in those strong arms barely concealed by the crisp white shirt, billowing fabric...

"Good evening, Miss Y/L/N," a voice broke you from your spell, and your gaze accidentally drifted to Benedict in surprise before landing on the man interrupting you, "I believe I was promised a dance last we met, and I have heard you are a lady of your word."

You had to fight to keep yourself from frowning as you wracked your brains for his name. Unfortunately, you came up entirely empty and had no choice but to respond vaguely.

"I certainly would not like to gain a reputation for breaking promises," you smiled as taught, taking in handsome features and arms that didn't fill in a shirt nearly as well as Benedict's. You shook that thought from your head as you placed your hand in the unnamed stranger's own, "It would be an honour."

There was a splutter to your left, no doubt Benedict struggling to conceal his amusement at the sudden change in your tone. You allowed the man to lead you to the dance floor, turning subtly to send Benedict a wry smile but finding him staring right through you, expression anything but amused.

It wiped the smile clean off your own face.

His face was thunder throughout your dance, you noticed, however much you tried to focus on the pleasantly mundane conversation provided by your new partner. He really was quite good looking, if only you could appreciate it, but you were entirely preoccupied by Benedict's new foul mood and what could have caused it.

As the dance ended, you bowed politely to your captor, which was the only word that came to mind for him, and hurried in the direction of your favourite friend only to find him gone. This time you did frown, despite your mother's warnings of wrinkles, and picked up your skirt lightly as you slipped out of the ballroom.

Searching side room after side room proved useful. You soon found what could be described as a studio, with large windows to let the light in but currently only cast moonlight across the canvases spread around the room. The moon also lit up half of Benedict, who was stood at the window, staring out into the gardens.

"Be prepared to hide under that desk if anyone should come knocking," you said, startling him as you clicked the door shut behind you, "I shan't let you compromise my honour just because I have to chase after you when you're having a tantrum."

He glowered at you at the mention of a tantrum, the kind of look he usually levelled his brothers with rather than you. It was new territory and you found yourself quickly floundering.

"I did not bid you to follow me."

"And yet here I am," you reminded, taking a tentative step, "So why don't you put a stop to this strange mood and tell me what's wrong?"

"I'd rather not," he said curtly, his voice a little wrong as he turned to face you at last. Were those tears? "Please return to the festivities and I will join you momentarily."

You'd never seen Benedict cry before. In fact, you weren't sure you'd ever seen a man cry in your life, and the sight was terrifying. You wanted nothing more than to wrap him up in a long overdue embrace, but you kept yourself stock still in the middle of the room.

"Benedict..." you began, not sure where you were going despite the plea in your voice, "Please. I have never seen you like this."

He laughs, but its harsh.

"You must not be very observant then, Y/N."

"I beg your pardon?"

"In fact, you must be positively blind. Maddeningly so. How do you ever get anything done?"

You could feel tears of your own welling up in your eyes and blinked them away furiously. It was a great effort to keep your voice level when you spoke.

"I have known you to be many things, Bridgerton, but you are not cruel. I am sure I have done nothing to deserve such vehement insult, so-"

"I quite disagree," he interrupted, face fierce as he stalked over to you until he was right in front of you. Your chest heaved as you looked up at him, eyes wide, and felt the rise of his chest almost against your own, "You are observant, Y/N, and far from blind. It is your cruelty at fault here, not mine. It is yours."

He hissed the last word, pointing a finger at you so close to your chest that your head was spinning. His closeness was intoxicating, his scent crowding you out of enough oxygen and his words were making you lightheaded with panic.

"You're not making any sense," you murmured. His fingertips ghosted across the fabric of your dress near your hips, barely there, and nowhere near the skin underneath.

"You must see it," he mutters back, all gritted teeth and barely concealed restraint, "You must see that I worship you. That I always have."

Your inhale sounded more like a gasp. He shook his head above you, moving closer until his chin was pressed hard into your temple and you keened into the touch.

"I know you do not feel the same. And you are not obligated to, I swear it. But taunting me as you do. Playing with me only to dance with another..." he trails off, breath shuddering, and you can hear those tears in his voice again, "I can't bear it. Please, Y/N, I cannot bear it."

Neither can you.

You reach up and take his face in both hands, finding chiseled cheekbones and jawline, thumbs either side of his lips as you pull him until you can look up into his face again. Your gaze flickers across his face, and you wipe the tears from his face with shaking fingers.

"You're blind, Benedict," you say, leaning up on your tiptoes until your lips brush his, soft, like the ghost of his fingertips against fabric. You know what you want him to do and you need him to do it first, need him to take your lead and run away with it.

When he fists his hands in your dress at your hips and drags you into him, your prayers are answered.

He opens your mouth to his, still gentle but insistent, demanding more, more, more of you. You'd give him everything, right here, mainly because you know he'd never take it. He seems more than content with the here and now as it is, especially when your hands slip into his hair and he lets out a low grumble of a moan that you feel everywhere.

He's trying to pull you closer still when you break for air, gasping it in as the two of you pant into each other's mouths. He runs a hand down your hair, your neck, your arm, until he intertwines his fingers with yours, chases your lips for a peck, then another, then another. You meet him with a lazy grin.

"I dance with the Lords of the ton every ball," you breathe out, "I'd have noticed if you reacted like this every time."

Benedict was grinning too. He looked far more like himself when he did.

"They are usually old, ugly fools," he said, wrinkling his nose in distaste at the thought, "I always hate them having their hands all over you, but watching a young charming bastard who may just have a chance with you hold you as I have always dreamed of doing? It was enough."

"He never had a chance, my Lord," you assured, tracing his hairline, his earlobe just to see him shiver, "You are, as already accused, blissfully blind. Blind as a bat, I should think."

"Recent developments would suggest that to be true," he mused, glowing in a way he wouldn't usually when wrong. Then, all too quickly, his face briefly fell, "I truly apologise for all that I said to you, Y/N. There is no excuse, it was cruel."

"Hm," you agreed, "It was. Although, I can think of a multitude of ways you can make it up to me. Would you care to hear them?"

His eyes lit up at the realisation of your teasing. It was familiar, exactly what had drawn you both to each other time and time again. It was likely what would keep you together for eternity.

"I would like nothing more."

"How about I sit right up here..." you began lowly, moving to take a seat on the desk, "-you sit yourself underneath this desk, and we can have a conversation about compromising my honour."

You grinned at him wolfishly. It looked almost as if his eyes rolled back into his head already, but it wasn't long until he was kneeling in front of you, hands on the hem of your dress.

"And what would you know about compromising your honour, Miss Y/L/N?"

You ran a hand through his hair and used it to roughly yank him forward, until his nose was pressed to the fabric of your dress, exactly where you wanted him. It was easy to see it now, as he stared up at you in total awe: the way he worshipped you.

"Let's find out, shall we?"

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threepandas · 9 days ago

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Bad End: Lost at Star Sea

It was sheer luck I even glanced down. Stopped, longed enough to doubled check, triple check, my next jump. I didn't really need too. Trusted my ship's computers, (quite literally) with my life. Kinda had too, after so long, out in the sea of stars. So the fact that I paused? Checked? Noticed that stuttering little signal at all?

Really, it could only be luck.

Good, bad, a miracle or disaster in the making? Couldn't tell ya.

But I DID notice. And I DID, immediately, hit the override for my cued up jumps to Starline. Because as every pilot worth even a fraction of their soul will tell you? You see an SOS beacon? You fucking ANSWER it.

Yes, pirates pull the "help I'm stuck" trick. And yeah, there are other unscrupulous folks out there. But! That's part of why the bounty hunter's guild and pirate hunter's come down so HARD on those fuckers. If you discourage people from HELPING stranded pilots? People fucking DIE out there.

Cold Void Of Space, remember?

Far as I'm concerned? Old ship rules apply, there are enough horrors, lurking out there. We do NOT need to add to them. All differences are to be kept planet side. THEN you can kill each other.

Thank the stars, I had decided to go the back lanes. Yeah, it added a few extra weeks to my trip, that I couldn't spend on that swanky beach at Starline, but? The "road trip" through the outer edge of the galaxy had been worth it. Plenty of cool sights and fun new foods. And NOW, clearly, the much needed chance to be in the right place at the right time.

Getting my ship in close, I tried to hail the softly free floating wreck. It looked smashed. Like it hit or was struck by something at speed. They had clearly managed to slow themselves, but beyond that? I couldnt see much stabilization. The whole ship sat dark. Not good.

My dash said there was nothing to hail TOO. Fuck. I tried difference frequencies. Maybe they had a hand-held? Earpiece? Something? But I couldn't connect to anything. Find, anything. Shit! Okay. Okay! Plan B. Try to get a registration while I connect us up. Pray to which ever Gods gaurds this one's soul, that they breathe a similar gas mix.

Loading... loading...

Oh, thank FUCK!

Compatible air AND drones, someone up or out there, really DOES want these guys to live! I force myself to be calm. Rushing won't help anybody, but WILL make a mess, after all. Bring up that frustrating drone request program I downloaded on a whim. Watch as, dispite the odds, lights flicker on across the hull of the ship.

Emergency protocols engage. They, obviously, get no counter order. And? Like the beautiful, life saving, little dumbasses they are? Immediately begin to zip and trundle into position to drag the wreckage in towards my ship. Gods bless the collective single IQ point of drones. Good babies. Such good babies!

With a heavy shudder and thunk, we connect.

Already, I am hovering by the latch. Emergency kit in hand. Breather on. The second it's confirmed, I twist the latch and...Oh gods. The air that surges up to greet me is so cold, it BURNS. I hadn't even though I was sweating, hadn't noticed it, until it felt like stabbing flash frozen crystals on my face. Shit! Oh gods, oh SHIT!

I scramble down, ladder burning cold even through my gloves. Red emergency lights and terrible silence greet me. I move quick. Emergencies & Stranding classes echoing in my head. Check the warmest part of the ship first, then work your way out. If they CAN move, they'll know to retreat there.

Registration said the ship had fifteen people. No idea how many survived the impact and cold, but hopefully? All of them. I may not have the room or rations for a comfortable trip. But it'd be warm. And I could get them to a port.

They should be in the central compartment, which is usually critical storage and medbay. Getting there, the door has clearly been forced to slide open by someone with claws and blood on their hands. It couldn't close properly, they bent it getting it open.

Looking down, there... oh gods. There is A LOT of blood on the floor.

Something... someONE? Dragged to storage. Blood trails thick on the floor. There must be a preserver; trying, maybe, to keep their friends from rotting? Might be shock? And they just... couldn't figure out where to put the bodies. I shake my head, tearing my horrified eyes away. Concentrate! Save the living. The dead are already gone. Be sick about it later.

It takes the crowbar I brought, now cold enough to worry me, to force the door to slide again. The room in side is barely warmer then the air outside. But? There, against the far wall? Is just about every clothe and piece of fabric in the ship. Two emergency blankets glinting from withing the chaotic pile.

The only other people in the room are clearly dead. Injuries. He must have tried to treat them but been unable too. Regardless of what happened, I rush forward. Unearthing an unconscious Aqualin from his self made fabric tomb. The colouration might mean he's from the deep water region. But without his eyes or mouth open I can't TELL.

I hope so, his chance of survival would go up tremendously. Dragging the limp, dangerously hypothermic, man onto my shoulders in a fireman's carry, I get us the hell out. His front is stained in blood. His hands coated. Everything that could go wrong? Seems too. But if I have any say, he is NOT dying here.

Dragging us into my now cold ship, I clumsily kick at the latch until I manage to flip it closed. Just for now. I'll have to go back down for those blankets and such, to help get him warm. But first? I get my rescue set up, warming up.

A further few, brutally cold, few trips to loot the ship of what I safely can before I can close that latch for good. Lock away the horrors to be found there. Stacking everything up and off to the side for him. I'm pretty sure I even found his wallet. So at least? He won't be destitute. Then, while the droids transferred the last of the wreck's fuel? I start to bring up the heat back to normal. Slowly.

Once all is said and down, I silence the emergency beacon and send in the mandatory report. Might be a while before a cleaning crew can get out here... but, well... at least those poor bastard's family's would have some closure. Life insurance. That sort if thing.

.....fuck today has been shit.

"Ooooh go on a vacaaaaation~" Everybody said. "You're so overworked!" They had said. "So STRESSED! You definitely won't find a ship full of corpses!" Thanks for that, guys! Having SUCH a great time. No, REALLY.

Detaching from the wreckage is almost... no, IS horrific in how easy it is. It just... float away. Silent, dark, and gentle. A cold bit of nothingness, lost in the void. Sinking into the stars with it's cargo full of dead, like... like nothing happened at all. It looks so small. Just a twisted bit of metal. Drifting... drifting... away....

Even with the heaters bringing the heat back up, I feel cold.

That could have been me.

What the hell happened? I tear my eyes away from the view screen. Back down to the dash board. Standard operating procedure is to grab the black box of a wreck, even if you find no survivors. Helps universal safety innovation and regulatory blah blah blah. Had to drill it into my head to even GET my license. So... so now... there it is. Grabbed.

I... COULD look.

Fiddling with my rescues wallet, I stare at it. It's hella illegal. Breach of privacy. You can't just... just go into someone's ship and poke around. Look up where they've been and who they've been talking too about what. All their data would be on that thing. Soothing MY anxiety is not more important then THEIR boundaries, right? I should leave it.

I flip the wallet open. My rescue's smiling face grins back up at me, like some sort of dork at a photo shoot. He's leaning against an advertisement for, ironically, Starline. Probably the same beach that convinced me to go. All relaxed confidence and swagger, he looks nothing like the half frozen man I dragged from that ship.

My rescue has lost weight. A concerning amount of color. But? Looking at the rich black of the eyes and the point of his teeth? He seem to be either mostly or full blooded Deep Sea Aqualin. Thank FUCK.

There was a celebrity Tropical Region Aqualin a while back that my baby cousin was weirdly obsessed with. Not stalking obsessed, but? The "family is concerned" obsessed, you know? We all ended up learning WAY too much about their entire species. WAY, WAY too much.

Dea Sea Aqualin are apparently just? Built different. Like, "can withstand a degree of pressure and cold and would kill most others" different. The dehydration might still get him, but the cold? Might NOT.

Flipping the wallet closed, I ignore my gut. I don't need to see what's on that black box. Yeah, I'd find out what happened after they lost propulsion. But? Watching doomed men die? That's sick. There's nothing worth finding there. It's just anxiety.

I reset my next jump. The sooner we get to the next port, the sooner my Rescue (X'alus, apparently) can get help. Then? I head back to check on him. I think, he might be stirring. Approaching the mound of blankets, it turns out I'm right.

" 'rm?" He manages to slur, voices crackling like it's a fight to get anything out. "Wh're 'm? Who?"

There is no good way to tell someone a whole ship full of crewmates is... gone. But, fuck, if I don't try. Gently sitting him up, I help him drink from a hydration pouch. Little at a time, so as not to stress his likely starved stomach. He leans, boneless, towards me. Like he wishes he could drag himself into my lap. Staring like I hold the secrets to the universe.

"Pre'ty. Warm. You sav'd me?"

I nod, shooting him a smile as I tuck the blanket more firmly around him. Poor guy is still pretty weak. But he's healing fast. That's good. He smiles back, bright predators teeth glinting in the ship's light. (Bit unhinged looking, but hey, he seems loopy.)

"Y're my hero~ pre'ty, pre'ty hero~!"

"Arn't I lucky? You found me!"

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fuxuannie · 2 years ago

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↳ pairing : jing yuan x gender neutral reader

↳ synopsis : memories lost, memories found ( part 2 !! )

↳ authors note : i'm very sorry if this doesn't fit anyones expectations or standards, as i dont really like this myself :( i might take a short tiny break, mostly to get my rhythm back! thank yaurrr <3

There's a small crowd that surrounds the Cloudford area, whispers and chatters coming from bystanders and even a few Cloud Knights. All step out of the way when JING YUAN walks through, but their stares spark an uneasy feeling in him. What could be causing such a stir between the people?

Once he makes it to the front, there's a sight of what seems to be a person just about his age wearing parts and pieces of different Cloud Knight armor and clothing. "Let me go!" The muffled voice yells due to their headpiece.

Jing Yuan kneels down in front of them, grabbing them by the chin and making them look at him. Though he couldn't see their face, the slight startle in their body language was as clear as day. "Stop..!-" They beg, trying to pull away but the grip around their wrist makes it impossible to move.

They attempt to move their head away, but the slow slip of their mask makes them panic further. Once it fully falls, Jing Yuan's eyes widen as he takes a moment to absorb their features. Your features. The fear in your expression causes him to stumble, dropping the mask as he realizes exactly who you are. "(name?)" He'll say as soft as a whisper, about to reach his hand out for your cheek but the adrenaline and fear gives you enough strength to give one strong tug and free yourself.

"Wait!-" He'll yell, but you ignore his pleas and turn your back. Running as fast as your feet can take you, and he has no idea what comes over him, but he picks himself up and chase after you. He thought he lost you, that he'd never see you again, so he's not about to lose you when you're right there.

You disappear somewhere in an area surrounded by crates, but something, an odd sixth sense was telling him that you were there somewhere. A sense that he once failed to listen to, on the day he lost you, and he was not about to make that same mistake. "(name).." Jing Yuan's footsteps grow closer, and you use one hand to muffle your sobs as you hid in one of the containers

You watch as he steps inside, looking down at you as you refused to meet his gaze. Burying your head into your knees as you sniffle. "I-"

"I know what you're going to say." You began, lifting your head up slightly but not quite enough to look at him. Not after all those years you had left him alone to suffer. "Why didn't I come back? Why did I leave you to be alone?" You say with a growing frustration in your tone, not at him, but to yourself. As if what you're saying was directed at you, at what you did in the past. "W-well.. I didn't know what to do, okay? Everyone thought I was dead, or even Mara-struck. I was afraid of returning at the idea that many would think that I am a monster, I certainly looked the part after the incident.. B-but look at you! You're.. the General, just like we knew you would be! And.. you've been good without me. I knew you would be okay even when I'm not around, and maybe I could be wrong but.. Y-you're better than ever, aren't you?"

You can feel his hand make its way to the top of your head, and as you spoke, it would slowly travel downwards to the side of your head and he finally pauses at your cheek. "Stop with your silence, idiot! I don't want your pity, nor your forgiveness, just.. say something!"

He slowly lifts your head, to reveal the gentleness of his soul that mirrored through his eyes. The way he opens his lips but no words come out makes you feel like the world has gone quiet, as if the world itself held its breath and was waiting for his answer.

"When I closed my eyes, your blurred face was all I would see. So now that I'm here, your face in my hands, despite my eyes wide open.. I'm just hoping you don't disappear when I let go."

A shaky breath escapes your lips, inhaling as it turns into a breathless laugh. Tears forming in your eyes as you pull him into a tight hug, blubbering nonsense that were intended to be words. You had so much to say, so much to do, yet all you wanted was this moment to last forever. Being in the arms of the person you missed the most.

And on Jing Yuan's end, it all feels like a dream. Your arms wrapped around his chest, your tears staining his shoulder and the way your racing heartbeat was pressed against his own. A heart to heart, one could say, but he can't process that this is all real. You're real, and you're right here.

"Please don't go." He breathes out, one hand around your waist, the other the top of your head to pull you closer and practically burying you into his shoulder. "I'd never dream of it, never again. Don't lose me again."

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Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 57 (Reaping Rewards?)

The morning after Heather and Conrad's trip to the lighthouse, he returned from an early morning run with Gord and checked the mail. (That mailbox came with the house in the gallery and I feel great leaving it.) Along with the usual collection of bills and flyers for the fish market down at the docks, a strange newsletter, advertising a so-called "Recipe for Life," had been delivered.

Heather put down the trifold from the Ambrosia Society. She'd never heard of it. "It's a little strange we were just talking about ghosts and unfinished business, and the next day a newsletter arrives talking about ambrosia," she mused.

They weren't sure whether to be intrigued or disturbed - perhaps a little of both - but they couldn't deny their curiosity. Conrad looked them up on his phone. "They look legit, and I can check them out on the police computers on Monday - but you're almost a master gardener and you're already a master cook. Sorta seems like a challenge you could meet without even trying."

"I could learn to make ambrosia treats along with the Recipe for Life, as the newsletter calls it. I've stuck to wellness treats so far, but lots of pet owners ask about ambrosia. Maybe ambrosia treats could help you track down that dog you heard at the lighthouse. And knowing how to make ambrosia could definitely come in handy if the Landgraab curse strikes again."

"What does it say we have to do?"

"We need to get this thing called a Grimophone, then plant a lily and a snapdragon. I should ask my mother for help but I think whoever sent the newsletter eventually wants us to graft and grow a death flower in exchange for the recipe. She harvests them sometimes and taught me how when I was younger; she can sell them for a lot of money, but we don't have a lot of indoor space and the plants are seasonal. We'd probably have to use the hall outside Ash's room."

"Not that I think it's a great idea to give a toddler a bunch of thorny plants, and you know what I think about the curse, but if you load up Ash with a bundle of death flowers, no curse would ever be able to touch him. He'd need at least nine lives," said Conrad.

"Maybe when he's older." She frowned. "I'd rather not scare him or lie to him about what they're for. But doing this could help keep him safe. That's all I want."

Despite their busy lifestyles, they were more attracted to the challenge set forth in the newsletter with each passing thought.

"I don't mind cooking more, learning the recipe myself. I meant it when I said I'd do anything to keep you and Ash safe, but we're a team, and you're not going to do this alone," he said. "It's dangerous messing around with death."

Visiting her family in Henford, Heather picked up some flower seeds from her expert botanist mother and asked her sister-in-law, a walking Simpedia on all kinds of topics, about the Grimophone.

"My mother has one," said Cass. "Anything paranormal, you name it. She bought it."

"What does it do?"

"It plays any music you want, but the real trick is it'll help you summon the Grim Reaper. If you go see my mother, she'd be happy to show it to you."

After work one rainy evening, Heather and Conrad stopped by to visit Bella Goth at her mansion in Cavalier Cove. Through her years spent obsessing over the supernatural, she'd collected various items that now took up space in her attic.

Heather was nervous. "And summoning the Grim Reaper will help us learn to make ambrosia? It won't do anything else...like unleash death and destruction?"

"From Grimmie? Hardly! He's just a courier. Jokes he wears bicycle shorts under all those black robes."

"You know the Grim Reaper?"

"He was the last person to see my brother alive, so I had to find a way to talk to him. But he was so kind. We struck up a nice friendship."

"According to the newsletter, we'll probably have to make friends with him, too."

"I bet Grimmie asked the society to set the challenge just so he could make a bunch of new friends! He knows plenty of people know how to make ambrosia, but he wishes people were less afraid of him. Culling sims all day can be a lonely existence, you know."

Bella led them upstairs and pulled out her old Grimophone, blowing off the dust to reveal a music player made of matte black steel. "If you want, I could pull out the seance table and you could ask the spirits about ambrosia. That should help you learn the recipe in no time."

Conrad stepped forward. "Is it safe?"

"I haven't used it in years so it might be a little shaky, but the spirits who stick around to answer simple questions are harmless. Mostly departed mentors who miss teaching."

She sat with Heather and Conrad at the small round table draped in purple and gold cloth. She blew away more dust, and Heather's allergies made her sneeze.

"Watcher bless you," said Bella. "It's especially important to say such a thing if you sneeze around a seance table. We don't need any spirits stealing your soul!"

"This is a bad idea. Heather, maybe we should think more about this."

"Conrad, it's okay. I still have my soul," Heather assured him. "We're here for Ash, so we might as well ask about the ambrosia."

Bella showed them how to convene with the spirits with their palms open on the table. She chanted a rhyme that sounded faintly Omiscan, and suddenly a blue flame flickered to life before their eyes.

Floating above the table, the flame bent it's shape into a hoop, like a tunnel for spirits and sims to commune on one plane. Heather seemed possessed, swaying with the pulsing circle above their heads as jumbled Simlish spewed from her lips.

"What's happening to her?" Conrad was frightened, but Bella smiled warmly.

"She's fine. They're just having a conversation."

"Make it stop!"

"They'll only be a few minutes. If I pull her out before they're finished, she might not be able to get in touch with them again. They think it's rude if you just leave."

"Is she even conscious?"

"In a way."

"Could she get...stuck?"

"Oh, that's rare!" She laughed while Conrad's heartrate quickened.

"Mrs. Goth, if anything happens to her in there-"

"What's going on?"

Bella's son, Alexander, walked nonchalantly into the room. The flaming blue portal to another dimension didn't phase him.

"Heather's travelling with some of my old gear, sweetheart."

"Is this that newsletter thing?"

"This was my idea," she admitted. "But Heather's fine."

"Do you think you'll be done before Lydia gets back from spin class? This might freak her out a bit."

Finally, disappearing as rapidly as it first appeared, the blue light released Heather from her trance. "Wow!" she breathed, lowering her hands and reacquainting herself with her surroundings. "That was nuts! How long was I out?"

"A few minutes, just like I expected." Bella shot Conrad a satisfied grin while his shoulders dropped in relief.

"I just went to school and learned about ambrosia for three days. I feel like I could make ambrosia treats in my sleep! They said we can only learn the Recipe for Life by following the instructions as they're given, and the next thing we need to do is summon the Grim Reaper on the Grimophone."

"Did you want mine?"

"You don't need it?"

"Grim and I are such good friends, I can just call him on my phone. Go ahead, have fun, but it drops a fair bit of soot in the air from the horn. Just a warning!"

When they returned home, Conrad held her close, still unnerved by what he witnessed. "Are you sure you're alright?"

"Conrad, I'm fine," she insisted. "It wasn't a big deal. It was school. Nothing dangerous."

"If we use Mrs. Goth's table again, you're not travelling or whatever she called it. I will. I can't let anything happen to you."

She didn't mind his protective stance despite her independence. He always made her feel safe, and she wanted him to see where she'd been so he'd know the place was nothing to fear. But they were both exhausted by the events in Bella's attic, and they decided to wait to use the borrowed Grimophone.

For now, they'd plant their seeds and wait to see if the Ambrosia Society sent another newsletter. ->

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NOTE: As a master vet Heather knew how to make ambrosia treats. She's had a couple in reserve for a long time, but I'm pretending they're not there yet. She hasn't sold or used one because I've been plotting this paranormal storyline and wasn't sure when to bring it in, but Reapers Rewards presented a great opportunity, especially with death on their minds so recently with Ash's accident, and Heather constantly trying to improve her clinic's rating. Yesterday's post was always meant as a soft launch, but it wasn't going to get this supernatural for a while!

The storyline is actually for Conrad more than Heather, but these two are an excellent team so I don't mind that I accidentally sent Heather through the flame portal and not Conrad. He was legit upset, raising his voice to Bella while it was happening, so that stuff wrote itself and proved he's as incredible as we all think he is. Plus Heather's the one with the skills that will hopefully make this challenge a breeze, let me collect quasi-free stuff and write while Conrad gets some skills up, so they're definitely going to do this one together.

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brf-rumortrackinganon · 11 months ago

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Ok so im the same person who’s been asking these endgame/superinjunction questions. I’m sorry if you may have to explain these stuff to me like a dummy, but i figured i’d rather ask than be stupid. So what you’re saying is there’s a possibility there really is some kind of deal between the palace and the murdoch establishment and it’s not simply a good old out of court settlement that involves monetary compensation, it also involves some sort of deal to supress the affair rumors? and this deal might have benefitted harry too if he waited? but also h&m and scobie believe the deal also involves bad press for the sussexes?

No worries, anon! Ask as many questions as you like. (I know I can talk in circles when I start rambling. I've even confused myself.)

I'll take your ask point by point because I think that may be more helpful and less rambly. I've also done a bit more research into what actually happened in court last year and that may be the missing piece to clear everything up.

there’s a possibility there really is some kind of deal between the palace and the murdoch establishment and it’s not simply a good old out of court settlement that involves monetary compensation, it also involves some sort of deal to supress the affair rumors?

Yes and no. What we know about the deal is in 2012ish, an agreement was made, authorized by The Queen, that the royal family wouldn't pursue litigation or claims of litigation against the News Group Newspapers (which is owned by Murdoch) until all of the other cases in the phone hacking scandal had been resolved first in exchange for an apology and a settlement (i.e. cash).

The affair rumors were not part of the original 2012 deal because, well, there were no affair rumors in 2012. Let's leave that aside for a second.

So after The Queen makes the deal with NGN/Murdoch, the BRF basically sits back and waits for all the phone hacking lawsuits and court cases to resolve. This takes about 8 years. In 2019 or 2020, NGN/Murdoch calls up the BRF and says "we're ready. Let's talk." They meet and start negotiations for the settlement. William eventually walks away with X, cash in hand.

We don't know what the terms of that settlement is. There's speculation it was $80-$90 million because someone looked up the NGN/Murdoch financial reports after Harry spilled the tea and found NGN's profits dropped by $80-$90 million. But we don't actually know.

Now going back to the affair rumors. They started in February/March 2019. Soon as it started, all the royal reporters and society reporters immediately began investigating. They were crawling all over Norfolk and talking to everyone/anyone they could but they couldn't find any evidence and kept digging, thinking it was a massive coverup. Eventually they couldn't find anything and they all stopped talking about an affair or rumors of an affair, except for one: Dan Wootton and The Sun, which is owned by NGN/Murdoch. Wootton kept investigating and kept talking about it, until all of a sudden he stopped, in June 2019. Never brought it up again.

My personal theory is as William/KP and NGN began meeting about the settlement, William had some kind of leverage that made them realize 'oh we fucked up with the affair rumors' and it was addressed in the settlement he walked away with. I've no actual idea what the leverage could be - maybe Christian Jones had something on Wootton? Maybe William did the "let's tell people fake stories and see which one gets published" thing (he's done it before) and it fingered people other than Wootton? I've no actual idea if there was any leverage in the first place. I've no actual idea if it contributed to the settlement. All I know is that The Sun stopped talking about it around the time things may have started moving to execute the 2012 deal and the timing seems important.

and this deal might have benefitted harry too if he waited?

Yes, absolutely. When The Queen initially struck the deal, it applied to all members of the royal family - so William, Kate, and Harry were covered by it. What's important to remember is that the deal was contingent on waiting out all the other lawsuits and cases first. So had Harry just waited, he would've been able to split the money William walked away with.

Instead, in 2017, Harry started getting antsy about how long it was taking to close everything out. He started pressuring the BRF to push NGN to move faster - he didn't want NGN/Murdoch's people covering his engagement, his wedding, his future children, etc. He wanted to ban them from certain events as retribution/revenge for violating his privacy and he believed that NGN was dragging out their lawsuits and cases to continue covering the royal family. (Quick aside here: Harry and Meghan did not invite the rota or members of the press to cover their wedding, as is their prerogative, but it's thought the reasoning behind this decision was because of Harry's anger at NGN's phone hacking and what he perceived was a lack of consequences.)

This goes on for a couple years: Harry keeps pressuring the lawyers to force NGN to settle and the lawyers kept saying 'no, we need to wait, remember the deal.' Summer 2019 rolls around and Harry has had enough. It's his money, he wants it now! So then Harry pulls out of the 2012 deal and begins filing two lawsuits.

Lawsuit #1: Against NGN/Murdoch

Lawsuit #2: Against MGN/The Mirror

I don't remember which one gets filed and looking it up sends me down a wormhole I can't afford to go down right now. I think the MGN/Mirror lawsuit is part of the cases that are announced in September 2019 while they're in Africa and the NGN/Murdcoch lawsuit comes some time later.

Now there are three separate cases: a) William's settlement which is still bound to the 2012 deal, b) Harry's lawsuit #1 against NGN that's part of the bundle with Hugh Grant and Elton John and all those other celebs, and c) Harry's lawsuit #2 against MGN/Mirror.

So as Harry's lawsuits begin to working through the court system, William is negotiating the terms of his settlement and at some point in 2020, he finally gets his payout and it's a big one.

Fast-forward 3 years. It's 2023 and Harry's lawsuits are finally getting its day in court. In April 2023, NGN/Murdoch is arguing that Harry's lawsuit is past the statute of limitations* and should be dismissed. Harry says 'no, actually, I couldn't file my lawsuit earlier because of a deal my granny made that I didn't consent to.' As part of that testimony, Harry has to describe the deal and that's how we know what happened in 2012 and that William got his payout in 2020. The judge decides 'Harry's right' and finds in his favor: the NGN lawsuit stays. That was in April 2023, I believe. In June 2023, Harry's back in court to take the stand (the lawsuit goes horribly awry).

*I think they call it something else in the UK though. The actual phrase "statute of limitations" didn't come up in any of my research. I'm using it here as a shorthand because it's easier for us Americans to understand. (Apologies if you're not American, anon!)

In July 2023, Harry is back in court for lawsuit #2 against MGN. MGN makes the same argument: it's past the statute of limitations and should be dismissed. Unfortunately for Harry, this judge agrees with MGN and his case is dismissed. So lawsuit #2 is done.

In December 2023, the judge from lawsuit #1, the NGN/Murdoch case, rules that the phone hacking was "widespread and habitual" awards Harry damages of $175K(ish). That's not enough. Harry wants more money, so lawyers do lawyer things and eventually, last week, Harry finally settles with NGN for damages ($175Kish) and legal fees ($500Kish).

So, long story short is this: If Harry had waited for the 2012 deal to play out, he would've walked away splitting $X million with William in 2020. Instead, because he was too impatient and too greedy, he's walking away with less than $700,000 in 2024.

How do you like them apples.

but also h&m and scobie believe the deal also involves bad press for the sussexes?

No. They do not think the 2012 deal leading to the 2020 settlement involves bad press for the sussexes.

They think William used the bad press for the Sussexes to kill media coverage of the affair rumors in 2019. They think Christian Jones made a deal with Wootton/The Sun back in 2019 involving bad press for the Sussexes to stop writing about Rose and William had approved of it because William didn't immediately fire Christian as Harry wanted when he told William of his suspicions of Christian's relationship with Wootton/The Sun.

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So what actually happens in Endgame is that Scobie speculates that connections between

an abandoned investigation of the affair rumors

bad press for the Sussexes,

an embargoed report on the behavior of British newspapers (which may or may not be a superinjunction), and

William not doing anything to address Harry's concerns about Christian's relationship to Wootton

is the clearest signal that William is using the power of his position as heir to control, suppress, and influence how the media covers him. It's an implication that the power has gone to William's head.

I definitely muddied the waters for you by thinking it may all be connected to the phone hacking deal. There's no evidence that says it is - that was just me thinking "it can't be a coincidence these four things are happening at relatively the same time, and then they all just kinda stop at the same time, the same time that we now know William received a huge cash payout."

I hope this untangles things for you, anon. If it doesn't, please keep asking questions. (If anything, this round of questions led to some research that helped untangle the lawsuits for me so they're as much a chance for me to learn as they are for you!)

#ask #brf

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thasadismflower · 2 months ago

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A night of drinking (Long read romance with smut. Just wanted to explain my dreams of being a horny t4t business woman)

A cold Friday night has struck you... You've found yourself in my apartment, the lights are low and warm, and we're both in our work-outfits, buttons undone and shoes off.

The workplace is no space for us, but our sanctuary is found in each other’s homes, you keep staring at me as the champagne goes between your lips more and more often, you can't stop staring at this point your body needs to stare. You feel like such a pervert but you know there's a spark between us so you can't help but nurture it.

You scan your eyes, catching your gaze on all the pretty points, letting out short sighs knowing that you could never tell me of your love for me. Our workplace wouldn't allow it.

I know you're looking at me, I'm looking at you too, Your binder showing through your unbuttoned shirt, I don't see the binder though, I see a bare chest, I see a handsome individual staring right back at me, a man is tipsy and checking me out. It's almost exhilarating to be ogled at in such a way. A light flush appears across my face, a shock to most considering the regular cold gaze.

I make a move towards you, champagne in my left hand and my right hand traipsing across your arms, running up your shoulders and eventually caressing your jawline, Stood behind you and towering above you by a few inches, You can feel my heartbeat, it's slow but the more I take in your sweet scents, the harder it beats.

You can feel me caressing your jaw now, letting out a soft pant as I begin to lick the top of your ear, taking a bite and gently nibbling, grabbing your neck as soon as the nibble connects.

You feel shocked, letting out a little whimper, knowing you wanted this so badly you're trying to contain your excitement, you can’t help but drop the glass in your hand it cracks and the champagne splatters on both of our clothes.

"Oh dear... That'll stain."

You drunkenly hear me mumble to myself, before dragging you by the arm to the laundry room I finish my drink on the way and leave it on a tableside. The entire time I'm grinning at you, wildly, laughing and giggling at the idea of your sweet little noises I'd just heard you make Mimicking them teasingly with such an insidious grin on my face.

Upon entering the laundry room, I grab your belt, unbuckling it from behind you again and shuffling your trousers down. You're in your boxers. They're sodden, visibly sodden it's embarrassing. You didn't know how to feel, You had such strong feelings for me yet you couldn't imagine ever actually going through with it. You're throbbing for me your body's carnal desires becoming ever more present. The need growing more and more as I grind against you slight continuing my teasing of your ear.

My skirt comes off with it, simply left in the tights I was wearing and a now untucked dress-shirt the tights hug my thighs well but as you look and focus from the drunken horny daze you see me in a garter and belt-setup, I lift you by your hips, wrapping your legs around me as I place you upon the washing machine, you're stunned at how easily you are to be picked up... Never underestimate a drunk woman's strength.

Immediately, now that you were face to face with me, my drunken lips turn in for a kiss.

Your mind lights up, "FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY!!" is running through your little mind, you let me kiss you deeply and longingly, grabbing clumps of your hair and moaning with each kiss. You can't cope, your breath speeds up and you slowly begin shuffling your hips to try and beg for something.

My hand slides down from your hip to between your thighs, finding their way into your underwear, the entire time the kiss continues. Only growing more and more in intensity. Our tongues inevitably breach the barriers, and they intertwine, lovingly dance along each other’s surface, the bumps of the taste buds feeling like water along each other.

My spit dribbles out the side of my mouth as I now begin rolling my fingers over your throbbing tdick, Jerking it off between my index and middle finger, your moans only entering my mouth now, I pull away for air, grinning at you as you now look down to my hand in your underwear, whimpers escaping your lips as I torture your tdick.

"Wow. It’s... I can feel you pulsing, you're twitching..."

I seemed genuinely stunned, continuing to speed up and slow down just to tease your body, I could feel your warmth rushing through your body the alcohol mixed in with the lust had turned you into a radiator.

Slowly but surely, I push my fingers down further, releasing your tdick from my grasp; I gently push those same fingers into your needy fucking hole. Gently rolling them as I move them in and out, you’re begging for me, needing me.

The power dynamic of me being your workplace supervisor was driving your submissive mind insane. You couldn't hold back and quickly wrapped your arms around my chest. Hiding your bright red face into my neck as the pulsing became more intense. Your panting drowning out the slow jazz vinyl that was playing in the other room. Although... I wasn't complaining, it was much better than any other music piece I'd heard before.

You begin to quiver, your body shaking and writhing as you tighten around the now rapid fingers that stretch your hole... Your juices pooling on my washing machine. Within due time, you grab me as tight as possible causing nail marks to shred into my back, a rush of fluids come out of you. Your body twitches several times, with each relieving push more and more fluids run with it.

"Mmhn... Oh wow... All that? For me?"

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Paralyze.

Chapter 60

Warning: sex between minors, rimming, fingering, protected sex. Long chapter, 3000+ words.

Right in front of the front door, I stopped. I was going to grab my keys, when I felt what I bought with my money. Quickly, I hid the condoms in my pants pocket and the lube inside my hoodie, being held by the waistband of my underwear.

I made sure nothing was visible or looked too suspicious before I opened the door.

I took off my shoes and placed my keys on the table by the door. My feet took me to the kitchen, my dad was still cooking, so I just placed the milk on the fridge and the flour on the cabinet.

"Dad," I called him as I handed him his wallet, he smiled and took it, putting it in his pocket.

Without saying anything, I went up to my room and released a breath I didn't know I was holding. My heart was beating fast and I quickly took off my hoodie, hiding the lube and condoms in my underwear drawer, under everything.

Now, I went down to the kitchen, so I could get the pancake batter ready for tomorrow.

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When I finished mixing it, I covered the bowl with some film to put it inside the fridge, and I helped my dad cook dinner, even though there wasn't much that was left to do.

Right as I placed the plates on the table, the twins and mom walked in.

"You can go take a shower if you want, (M/n)." I smiled and nodded, excusing myself and going up to take a quick shower.

I did have a private bathroom, but with so many things on my mind, I forgot. It was good that I did.

After like ten minutes, I walked out, wearing my sleepwear, otherwise it would've been suspicious to be wearing normal clothes this late.

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During the entire dinner, I didn't say a single thing, the nervousness didn't let me. But I did snap out of my daze when I heard my name being called, "(M/n)...?" It was my mother.

"Sorry, I was... thinking about something." I showed her a grin, and she just nodded at me.

"How have you been at U.A.?" It took me a while to answer, but as I thought about my response, the images of Katsuki flashed in my mind, making me smile like a love-struck teenager.

"It's been amazing," my eyes moved down to my food, and I kept eating when nobody said anything else.

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When the clock hit ten-fifty, I got a message.

BabySuki;

You can come over, (M/n).

I'll be waiting for you~

I let out a breath, and silently I got up, changed out of my pajamas and grabbed what I needed. My phone, too. And I mentally cursed to myself when I remembered that I left my keys downstairs.

But anyway, I moved my window blinds and looked out. My bedroom was on the second floor, so I was searching for somebody outside to stop their legs and be able to jump out of my window.

Bingo.

I saw a man walking and talking on his phone from the street across my house, I stopped his legs and I heard his groan from here. I enhanced my legs and sat on my window, getting ready to jump.

My fall wasn't as noisy as I expected, so it was easy to just speedwalk from here to Katsuki's house.

On my way there, my hands were shaking and I was almost sweating. I was beyond nervous, like, you have no idea how fucking scared I am right now. Setting an alarm on my phone proved to be quite difficult.

But when I saw the Bakugou's household, I knew I couldn't back out now. So, trying to calm myself down, I got my phone out to text Katsuki.

;I'm here.

Before even a minute passed after my text, the front door was opening, and Katsuki was there.

As I got close I noticed his appearance. He was wearing a tight tank top and loose sweatpants, but his face was red and he seemed to be almost drooling.

For an instant, I got worried that he might be sick or something, but when I stood in front of him, he just yanked me inside his house and jumped on me, wrapping my hips with his legs.

I closed the door behind me, and I placed him against it. He smirked and bit his bottom lip, making me lick my lips instinctively.

"You can do whatever you want to me, (M/n)." Katsuki muttered and his legs tightened his grip on my hips, making me get closer to him, "I'm yours tonight~"

My hand moved up to his face, and I cupped his cheeks, smiling at him sweetly, "I'm going to make love to you, Katsuki." I kissed him slowly, parting my lips to let my tongue out, caressing his plump lips.

Katsuki let me in, and as our tongues collided I walked us to his room. When I reached the stairs, unfortunately, I had to back away, but Katsuki leaned down to my neck, where he left plenty of kisses and a few bites.

It felt good, and every time his lips or teeth touched my sweet spot a shiver ran down my spine, making me hold him tighter.

After I opened his bedroom door, I laid him down on his bed, going back to the door to lock it.

When I turned back around, the sight in front of me made my blood boil south. Katsuki had his hand under his pants and underwear.

But he wasn't touching his dick.

"(M/n)... I want you... here..." he said between gasps as his body squirmed around on his bed.

Letting out a heavy sigh, I got out the lube and condoms, placing them on his nightstand so I could take off my hoodie and shoes.

I got in between his legs and leaned down to kiss him again. He hugged me, and I felt the heat of his palm against me, but my t-shirt was tugged away from my skin, and I felt it falling off me.

When it was dangling from my shoulder, I snickered and pulled back.

"You could've told me to take it off, I loved this shirt," he chuckled and sat up, making me do it too.

"I liked it too, but it was covering the view of my hot boyfriend," I laughed at his comment, remembering a previous conversation.

"I am not 'hot', Katsuki." He groaned and sat on my lap, wrapping my neck with his arms.

"You do, but nobody knows because I'm the only one allowed to see it," Katsuki kissed me and I held his thighs, squeezing them every time his hips moved against mine.

We parted for a second and I took off his tank top, throwing it somewhere in the room. I slipped my hands inside his sweatpants and squeezed his ass, Katsuki moaned against my lips and laid down, taking me down with him.

"Undress me, (M/n)." I licked my lips as I slowly pulled down Katsuki's pants, caressing his smooth skin on the way.

I threw them somewhere too, and I noticed Katsuki looking down at my lower body, the tent inside my pants was noticeable and the want in his eyes was too. He wanted me and that made me flustered, but also a bit relieved.

I leaned down to kiss him again. His hand pushed down on my lower back to make me press against him. My hips moved on their own with Katsuki's, and we grinded on each other for a while as I wondered how I should prepare him, and I pulled away when I decided.

"Turn around, Katsuki." He looked at me confused.

"What for?" I gulped nervously and stroked his face.

"I have to prepare you, puppy." Katsuki blushed and shook his head.

"I-I can do it on my own, y... you don't need t-to..." I smiled softly at him and pecked his lips.

"I know, but I want to do it. Would you let me?" His blush remained, darkening even, but he nodded, and hesitantly, he turned around.

I held his hips and made him lift them, keeping his upper body pressed on the bed. My fingers hooked on the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down.

A pink and puckered entrance greeted me. I bit my lip and my breath quickened. I heard Katsuki groan and I looked at him.

"This is so embarrassing..." I grinned and moved over him to kiss him in between his shocker blades.

"I know baby, but I'll do it as fast as I can, okay?" He nodded pressing his face on the pillow and gripping the bedsheets.

I moved back to my previous position and took a deep breath... Okay, here I go.

My head lowered and I poked my tongue out, slowly dragging it against his hole.

"Wha-!" Katsuki turned his head to look over his shoulder, "(M/n) that's d-dirty, don't... do that-ah!" I interrupted him by pressing my tongue harder, penetrating him.

Katsuki was whimpering a lot, covering his face with the pillows and gripping the bedsheets. His hips were thrusting back at me, only fueling my confidence and allowing me to keep going.

"Ahh! Yes, t-that's so good... your tongue is... amazin-AH! (M/n)~"

Without backing away, I looked at Katsuki's body. He was trembling and whining quite a bit, so I moved my tongue around a bit more, before pulling away.

Katsuki's legs gave out under him as he struggled to steady his breath, and I reached out to grab the bottle of lube. I opened it and squeezed, getting some of the transparent and sticky substance on my fingers. He was already wet inside, so as I pressed my index on his entrance, it went in with ease.

Katsuki groaned, and with shaky legs, he raided his hips again. I moved my finger around a bit, loosening him enough before pressing my middle finger, and pushing it in.

"Gh... ahh~" Katsuki moaned quietly as my fingers stretched him out slowly. I leaned down to plant kisses on his shoulders and back, trying to relax him. I had two fingers inside of him, while my free arm was over his shoulder.

Katsuki gripped my bicep and the bed sheets, gasping every few seconds.

But, where was this spot...?

I moved my fingers around experimentally, pressing randomly against his tight walls, feeling around as I searched for small a bump, until-

"GAH~!" Katsuki's back arched as he moaned out loudly, and I kept pressing there, thrusting my fingers in and out of him. "Ah! (M/n)!" His forehead rested on my forearm, the moaning muffled by the pillow.

But I wanted him to keep moaning like that.

So I put in a third finger and pressed hard on his prostate.

"Fuck!" Katsuki was moaning nonstop now. I couldn't really see his expression, but with the noises he was letting out, I knew how good he was feeling. "Yes yes yes! There... please, do it... there-ah!"

A sudden stinging pain filled my arm, and when I looked over Katsuki's shoulder, I saw why. He was biting my arm, harshly. Probably drawing out some blood. It was weirdly arousing, seeing Katsuki attempting to cover how good he was feeling.

Now my sadistic side was coming out.

My fingers curled constantly against his prostate without giving him a break, making his body tremble with pleasure.

"Shit! Fuck! I'm-Ahh! I'm cu-cumming..." his moans and whimpers were music to my ears, and I moved my fingers quicker, "(M/N)!"

His body shook underneath me, and I rode out his climax, slowly stroking his prostate. When his breathing was normalizing, I pulled my fingers out of him and made him turn to look at me.

I inspected his body and then the bedsheets, but I found no semen stain.

"Did you just have a... dry orgasm?" He nodded weakly and I smiled at him sweetly, leaning down to kiss his red cheeks. "Do you want to stop, Katsuki? You seem already worn out."

He shook his head eagerly from side to side, "I want this... and you want it too... I'll be fine, (M/n)." His arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me down and kissing me.

Katsuki's hands trailed down to my chest before going lower to grip the hem of my pants

"Take them off," he mumbled against my lips, and I got up from him, taking off my pants and underwear.

When I was completely naked, Katsuki's eyes widened as he stared at me up and down, I felt kind of conscious about my body, but I tried to push that feeling away.

I got in between his legs again, and as soon as I did, Katsuki held my neck and wrapped his legs around my waist, pulling me down in an instant to kiss me. He was moving his hips towards me, my hardened dick gracing his entrance, making us gasp.

"Katsuki, wait... I need the... condom..." I said in between breaths as he wouldn't stop trying to get my dick inside of him.

"I want it in... now, I don't care about the fucking condom..." he muttered desperately in my ear, his warm breath on my skin making me tremble, "(M/n), I need you~"

Closing my eyes tightly and breathing heavily, I calmed myself down. When I thought about this situation, I imagined a calm and loving scene, I never would've imagined Katsuki would be this desperate... for my dick.

I reached out to grab a condom, and I opened it, prying myself away from Katsuki's hold and put it on. Now, the lube-

"You don't need that," Katsuki growled as he pushed me, making me sit on his bed, he leaned down and kept his hips raised before looking up at me and smirking. "Enjoy my mouth, (M/n)."

What...?

A groan escaped my mouth when Katsuki wrapped his swollen lips on my shaft. I gulped and stared down at him.

He was taking my cock so greedily... but if he keeps going I'll be cumming soon. I let him bob his head a few times, as I gasp and hold onto my self-control.

"Katsuki... t-that's en-enough..." I held his shoulder and pushed him away, he groaned around me, making me bite my tongue at the pleasure it sent through my body, but I made him sit up.

"I was just-" I interrupted him as I kissed him, slowly and carefully, conveying to him how important this moment was, and how we shouldn't rush anything because of our hormones.

Katsuki moaned against my lips and hugged my neck, his fingers playing with my hair as I made him lie on the bed once more.

"Now," I whispered on his lips when we barely separated to take a breath, "I'll be doing the rest, it'll hurt but... I will be gentle, okay?" Katsuki looked into my eyes, his crimson-coloured ones looking so soft and vulnerable as he nodded once.

"I love you, (M/n)." My breath hitched, every time I heard him saying that, it set my heart on a race. I smile brightly at him.

"I love you too, puppy. With all my heart." We kissed again, and while we did, I moved my hand to align my member with his entrance.

Slowly, I pushed the tip in and Katsuki gasped, digging his nails into my scalp making me release a low groan. It hurts, but Katsuki was in worse pain than I was so I won't complain.

"S-shit, it... burns," Katsuki hissed, and when I looked at him he had his eyes closed tight, biting his lip hard. I leaned down and traced his face with kisses, whispering uncountable 'I love you's' after every single one, he growled and pushed my head into his neck. "You're making me feel... more embarrassed, shut... up for a bit."

I snickered but shut up nonetheless, I trailed my hands to hold his waist, caressing his soft skin with my fingertips. Katsuki moved his hands too, holding my face and making me look at him.

An instant loving smile plastered my face when we made eye contact. He blinked quickly a few times, before looking away with a huff, but stared back at me again.

"You can move now," he mumbled, his cheeks getting darker and his eyes glistening. I graced my bottom lip with my teeth and leaned down to kiss him again.

My hold on his waist tightened a bit, and very slowly started thrusting inside of him. Katsuki gasped and turned his head away, a pained expression on his features. I moved until my dick was all the way inside of him, making me gasp as I felt his tight walls around me.

Shit, I want to move-

"Gngh..." -but Katsuki wasn't ready yet, so I stayed still for a while longer and I distracted him with kisses on his lips, on his cheeks and down to his neck, where I left bite marks and small hickies. "(M/n)~"

His moan sent shivers down my spine and I was sure my hands were going to leave bruises on his body. He kept moaning as I played with his neck and collarbone, but when his legs wrapped around my hips I went back to his lips.

And I kissed him as I moved my hips against his again.

"Ngh!" He held me closer with his limbs, and I placed one of my hands by his head to keep myself up.

Whenever I went in completely, Katsuki tightened around me, making me groan deeply, so I placed my mouth on his neck, muffling my noises on Katsuki's skin. He was moaning a lot, but it wasn't loud, it was more like breathless moans, and I thought it was cute, but I needed more.

So I shifted my hips a bit, kneeling on the bed and making Katsuki's hips raise. One of his hands was tangled in my hair while the other was wrapped around my back, pushing me closer to him.

"(M/n)... move f-faster, please..." he whimpered and I growled.

"As you wish, puppy."

"Ahh~ F-fuck! Yes yes..." my hair was pulled harshly and I felt a stinging pain on my back.

My teeth gritted as I began thrusting faster and harder inside Katsuki, his moans getting louder with each passing second. And he was becoming more aggressive too.

The hair pulling was arousing to me and the scratches were too, but his fangs were piercing my skin.

"Katsuki, that... hurts," I hissed trying to back away from him for a moment, but he kept me trapped with his limbs.

Okay, he wants it rough, I'll give him rough.

I gripped his hair and tugged it back, his mouth released my shoulder, and I held him down by his wrists.

When I looked down at him...

"Fucking shit..."

Katsuki was breathing heavily, moans escaping his lips and his dick was leaking with pre-cum. He groaned when I stopped moving and he squirmed around.

"Katsuki?" I called out to him and we made eye contact.

"D-don't stop n-now, (M/n)... it feels so g-good..." I felt my dick twitching inside him and he gasped loudly, "You're still... getting bigger? F-fucking asshole."

I let go of his wrist to grip his hips, pressing his body to mine. He whimpered as I went in deeper, and his hands held the pillow under his head desperately.

"Goddamn it, (M/n), y-you're even deeper inside me now." Katsuki's dick twitched and it leaked even more.

I smirked down at him, "Get ready for the time of your life, puppy."

What followed my words was an unstoppable chain of noises. Moans, gasps and whines left Katsuki's throat as I rammed my hips into his. I was grunting as Katsuki's insides wouldn't stop squeezing me whenever I pressed on his prostate.

But my thrusts were getting sloppy, and I felt my breath become irregular.

"K-Katsuki... you're so fucking t-tight..." Katsuki extended an arm and I leaned down, resting my forehead on his collarbone.

"A-and y-you're- Ah!... Too big."

Katsuki dug his nails on my back again, but I didn't pay any mind to that because a pair of pink, hard nipples, caught my attention.

I went down to them, reaching a hand up to rub the right one and lick the left. Katsuki whimpered my name, keeping my head on his chest.

I pinched it as I sucked on the other, barely gracing my teeth on it. And when it was perky, covered in my drool, I swapped.

"Yes, (M/n)... I'm-shit! I'm going to cum... please, go faster, fuck~..."

I growled and hugged his waist, my arms completely wrapping around him, having his entire lower half off the bed, and resting my body weight on top of Katsuki's body, "Goddamn it, Katsuki... I love you, puppy." He gasped and wrapped me with his limbs, his palms heating against my back.

"I-I love y-you too, (M-M/n). I love you..." With his words, my heart felt like it was going to explode, sending a shiver from my head to my toes.

I felt my quirk activating on its own and I tried not to look at him, even when Katsuki moved my head to kiss me, I just closed my eyes. The kiss was sloppy, but it was a kiss that conveyed our feelings perfectly.

I got control over my quirk back, and I opened my eyes. Katsuki's eyes were glossy with tears, some of them had already dripped down his temples, and there was some drool peeking from the corner of his mouth.

I pressed our foreheads together, and we stared at each other while moans and groans filled the room.

"I love you..." We whispered in unison and we instantly smiled together.

"(M/n)..." Both of his heated palms cupped my face, but he wasn't burning me, it was rather nice.

"Katsuki..." As if we were reading the other's mind, we leaned in to kiss.

A slow, loving and caring kiss.

But Katsuki's climax made him arch his back and openly moan my name. I reached my own orgasm too, and I muffled my growl biting the crook of Katsuki's neck.

We were both panting when we got down from our high, but before we fell asleep I pulled out of him and took off the condom, I tied it and went to his bathroom so I could throw it away.

When I walked back in, Katsuki was covering his lower body with the sheets, but I saw the cum still on his abdomen. I chuckled and walked back into the bathroom, grabbing a towel and wetting it a bit.

Katsuki stared at me with half-lidded eyes, and I realized I was still naked, but it didn't make me feel self-conscious. I wiped his abs clean but before I could get up to wash it, Katsuki grabbed it from my hand and tossed it somewhere.

"Sleep with me, (M/n)..." He whispered and I smiled, nodding and getting in the bed by his side.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed his face on my chest.

"I love you, puppy." He looked up at me, smiled and pecked my lips, getting back to his previous position.

"I love you too, hun."

#paralyze fic #bakugou katsuki fanfic #bakugou x male #bakugou x male reader #male reader #reader insert #x reader #smut #top male reader #sub!bakugou

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a-fandom-reimagined · 1 year ago

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EVERYTHING. | RHYSAND X SIBLING!READER | TAMLIN X READER

♡ summary: rhysand struggles to come to terms with his younger sister and only living blood relative being mated to the man whose destroyed his family. ♡ type: angst | no trigger warnings! | word count: 1361 ♡ author's note: um...i don't remember a ton about these books. i've only read the first two and i'm overdue for a reread. plus, i have no idea what i was doing with the latter half of this fic. i just didn't know how to end it so when i reread the books i'll probably come back and re-write this. so sorry if you don't like it. i hope you enjoy though.

"I won't have it. This must be some mistake…a joke of some kind. Some sort of foul--"

"You'll wear a hole into the rug brother, please--"

"I. Will. Not. Have. It," he hissed.

His face was just inches from your own. His glare alone might have sent anyone else scurrying from the room like vermin, but you were not anyone else. And there was little he could do to scare you now.

"What will you do then? Wage war on the Spring Court? Lock me up? You basically already have! And let me tell you something, brother, your reasoning is no better than his was when he did it to Feyre."

Rhys backed away from you, his eyes--your mother's eyes--far away and distant at the suggestion. You could practically see the gears in his mind turning.

You ground your teeth together so hard they whined. He wasn't even listening to you anymore. But you wouldn't be silent. You'd been silent for months now and it's brought you nothing but anguish. You launched yourself in front of him, halting his damned pacing. "You've been saying this for a month. Pacing and plotting and planning for a month to no avail. There's nothing you can do."

"Like hell there isn't!"

"If there were you would have figured it out by now. He is mine and I am his. And there is nothing you can do about it so stop your pacing and in peace let me go to him--"

Rhys' eyes widened. His face a mask of fury, hurt, and betrayal. And it was all your fault… "Go to him? Y/N, you should be standing with me trying to find a way to fix this! Have you forgotten what he did to our mother? To our sister? What he would have done to you that night had he been given the chance?!"

You flinched so hard he may as well have struck you. Tears filled your eyes and your own dark power chased the light from your brother's study. "Oh please! As if I could have forgotten! As if I wouldn't have chosen any other man if given the choice--

"So--

Your brother's face smooths and after a month he is finally himself again. "I… Y/N we do not--"

"--and I was not given a choice, Rhys. Have you ever stopped to think about what this has done to me? About how humiliating this has been for me? My heart yearns for a man who has my mother, father, and sister's blood on his hands. A man who I even now cannot imagine myself trusting. I do not even know him and every minute of every hour of every day my very blood calls to be reunited with him and I hate it! My friends, my court, my High Lord, and Lady look upon me with disgust. And I do not blame them."

"Spare me," you tell him with a tight, sad smile. "And let me go to him. With your blessing."

"I don't know how. You are all I have left and he's taking you from me. He's taking my family from me. Again."

"He's not taking anyone. Not this time."

Silence filled the room. And in your mind it would either crush you both or he'd send you back to your room forcing you to take Feyre and Mor up on their offer to spring you. They didn't like Tamlin and mate or no mate, bond or no bond they didn't understand what you were feeling. Not for him. But they were willing to help anyway.

"I'm sending you with guards. And if he doesn't like it…"

It took you a moment to realize what he was saying. Your hands shook and your heart lifted. "I will speak to him." Confusion flickered across your brother's face. You couldn't blame him. It was strange for you too. You'd only seen Tamlin twice in your life and nothing you've ever heard about him has been positive. And the only conversations you've had were the ones through the bond that only served as further proof of what you were to each other. And yet the sway you already held over him was substantial to say the least. Already he'd vowed to try and make peace--if such a thing could ever be had--with your family. He'd apologize to Rhys and Feyre if it meant you'd come home to him.

Home.

For as long as you'd been alive home had always been here in Velaris. Before Tamlin the thought of leaving had never even crossed your mind. This was home. It always had been. Now it never would be again.

"Fine," Rhys said through gritted teeth. "Six months."

"What?"

"I give you six months with him and then you're coming home. That should be more than enough time to get this…whatever it is out of your system."

Down the bond Tamlin still raged and you comforted him as best you could.

Through the bond your mate's patience snapped almost audibly so. Up the bond he roared and raged at your brother. Slipping in and out of his animal form as he paced the halls of the lovely manor you'd only heard about in your High Lady's stories of her time with the High Lord of the Spring.

Six months.

It wasn't enough.

No amount of time would ever be enough. But it was a start.

Rhys was trying and in all honesty he didn't have to.

But he was.

For you.

You wouldn't be needing your High Lady's intervention after all…

You wrapped arms around his neck and wept into his night black and gold threaded tunic. "I'm sorry."

He held you tight, squeezing you as if for the very last time. "Don't be. I love you, Y/N."

Guards.

Rhysand said he would send you to the Spring Court with guards. Instead your brother had gathered a small arm. Cassian's very best. It was embarrassing. Humiliating. You were no less powerful than your older brother. You could level these lands and shatter the fragile minds of everyone in them if you needed to. But still you did not complain.

You were going to see Tamlin today. For the first time in a month, you'd be able to touch him, breathe him in, see him up close. Hear his voice in your ears instead of your mind. It was a good day.

You surveyed the grounds of Tamlin's manor with great interest. It so different...compared to the night court. Your palm sweated in your brother's hand. The temperature was balmy and cool, the air sweet on your tongue. You'd never seen grass so lush nor skies so blue. It would be easy to call this place home, you'd decided. If only for six months.

You danced from foot to foot unable to keep still. You fidgeted with the beaded waistline of your gown. Rhys squeezed your hand and Feyre took hold of your free one. Her grip was warm and steadying but nothing could put you at ease now.

You met her gaze, "Breathe," she told you.

You nodded but breath did not come easy to you. You felt as if there were a boulder sitting on your chest.

And then you saw him.

He was beautiful.

You'd expected guards. According to rumor Tamlin's warband was nothing to scoff at but he came alone in a loose white shirt, black trousers and riding boots. The baldric strapped to his chest free of weapons.

Rhys wasn't the only one trying it would seem.

A breeze sweept his long blond hair from one shoulder to the other and he seemed to bathe in the golden noonday sunshine as he approached.

Stunning.

You hadn't really gotten a good look at him before. But now.

Your stomach tightened and you locked your knees, planting your feet firmly into the earth to keep from launching yourself at him.

Rhys didn't say anything as he led you forth, forcing Feyre to release your hand.

Tamlin stopped a good distance a way. Hands locked behind his back. "Rhys. Feyre," he said by way of greeting. But he didn't look at them. Tamlin only had eyes for you and you for him. "Y/N."

Inches separated of space separated you. It was the closest you'd ever been to one another. You'd never noticed the flecks of gold in his emerald green eyes…

"She's all I have left, Tamlin." Rhys gritted out. "And it doesn't please me to do so but I am entrusting her safety to you."

"Me and the small platoon you've sent with her," he quipped.

"Can you blame me?"

Tamlin's eyes finally left yours and met your brother's. "No."

"If she comes back with so much as sun burn I will grind you and everyone you’ve ever met to do dust.”

“You don’t have to—“

She’s everything to me, Tamlin. Everything.”

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mrnicekisser · 5 months ago

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[Street Gacha] Chapter 1

Written by 木野誠太郎

Ruka Tsukinaga: Ah~, sweet and delicious!☆

This crepe has a lot of nice ingredients and is baked just fine. It's a great treat that you can't find for this price often ~ ♪

Suzu Kuromori: Ah. This shop is quite popular. I'm not really interested in snobs like that. All my classmates were praising it's unique taste. I was curious so I bought one.

Ruka: But Suzu-senpai. Did you like it?

Light music club activities are quite expensive, and since we don't have enough money for the club, we make it through the part-time jobs for our seniors, right?

Suzu: Hey. No need to be shy. We are fallen angels (Lucifers) with broken wings, but sometimes even we need a break, right?

I am thankful to you for working hard in club activities... I would be happy if you could enjoy it as an offering for my dear comrade, Ruka.

Ruka: Wah, as expected of Suzu-senpai! I admire her so much for her dedication...

Suzu: Fufu... While i was suspended from school I caused a lot of trouble for you and Shizu, so this is just a piece of cake.

And yet. When I got to Shizu, she said she couldn't come today because she had something to do with her family.

If you're running away from my invitation, doesn't that mean that we fallen angels aren't monolithic after all..?

Ruka: It can't be helped. Shizuku-chan's family seems to be going through a lot of trouble...

That's why I admire Suzu-senpai! ♪

I’m going to hug Suzu-senpai’s gorgeous body~! Gyuuuu~♪

Suzu: Can you please stop?.. It's getting hard to breathe.

Ruka: Gah~!

Oh, also if you don't mind, Suzu-senpai can also try this crepe!

I think Suzu-senpai bought only one for me because she didn't have enough money... But I think it would be happier if we shared it together rather than having it all to myself.

Suzu: Thank you. Ruka is so kind... She's younger than me, so I don't have to be shy.

Well, then I'll be grateful! ♪

Ruka: R-Ruka can feed you! Say a~h!

Suzu: *takes a bite.*

Yeah, it's not that bad after all. Although it was sweet, it was just the perfect amount of cream that didn't take away from the original taste of the ingredients. No wonder the whole Kimisaki Academy were talking about it.

Ruka: That's right! ♪ You can eat more~ ♪ There's not so much left, so please take it all. ♪

Suzu: Hm. Well, I'll take the advantage of Ruka's kindness and take this crepe.

Ruka: It feels like I'm baiting Suzu-senpai... It feels a bit immoral... ♪

Suzu: So. After finishing with the crepe, let's go to the music store. Ruka wanted an instrument for practice, am I right?

Ruka: Oh, yes. Right now I'm allowed to play the instruments in the club room, so I'm practicing little by little.

It isn't too expensive if it's for practice, so I thought I'd buy my own instrument and play at home...

Suzu: That's a great idea, and that's why you're perfect for the light music club.

But what instrument do you play? I believe you have tried a lot of different ones, but was there one that struck a chord with you?

Ruka: Let me see... I haven't decided what instrument I want to play yet, I'm sorry...

Suzu: Hmm. Let's go to a music store and think about that. The instrument and the performer may be attached to each other.

I'm sure that practicing with an instrument that I'm attached to will help me feel more motivated, and the "Evil Genocide Dragon" that I borrowed from Seira fit in my hand as if it were my own guitar.

Ruka: "Evil Genocide Dragon"... That's the guitar that Suzu-senpai has been entrusted with by the club president. That's nice, I'd love to have that same fateful encounter...♪

What should I name it? I'm thinking about things like "The Divine Spear Sleipnir'' and "Dark Ragnarok'' are cool.

However, I think it would be best to decide on the name after seeing the actual instrument. I think the impression changes depending on the color and shape.

Suzu: You're full of ambition. It's like that day when I went to buy an instrument for the first time.

Seira came with me to help that time. Today it's my turn to play Seira's role.

As with anything, the beginning is the most important part. I definitely want Ruka to have a perfect fateful encounter...☆

#ensemble girls #engirls #ruka tsukinaga #suzu kuromori #happy elements bring my girlies back #story translation #Street Gacha

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becomingthevlillainsfamily · 2 months ago

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Hopeless love - Hero x Villain

I wanted to shout at him, tell him that he was the one in the wrong, but every single time I opened my mouth to do so, I would inevitably stop ‘Shout at him, tell him he is wrong’ rubbing the coarse, muddy fabric of my top to soak up the overflowing tears, I glanced up again, with a blurry vision ‘Tell him, that you love him, that he loves you’.

Slowly pulling up my hand I tried to grab the edge of his shirt, a desperate plea, an unknown gesture, I hated myself, but it was him who made me open my heart to myself and others, to him, to offer it to him, who was now breaking it ruthlessly. “Since when did you realize it?” he grabbed my hand away from him, an inconsiderate gesture, but I was ready to accept it, all of his wrath if he was willing to forgive, but for all I knew he would never, that’s what he was, he had just forgotten his memories, his hatred for me, and now here we were again.

‘You are enemies’

‘We were enemies’

‘Love doesn’t always end well, and your relationship with him is like a ticking time bomb, the moment he gets his memories back, it will be the end of you’

‘…’

“Oh my darling hero” he smirked, gliding his hand over his disheveled hair, “You don’t get what’s happening right now”, eyes glinting with craziness, he smirked, probably at my fear stricken eyes, at my not so normal appearance, I had no idea how I looked right now, but I did have a vague idea, of the crying mess I was right now, “Please, don’t” I sobbed again, ‘Don’t leave me, you promised you would never’

“Maybe losing my memories was a good thing” a sharp tug at my chin, had me locking eyes with him, “Right wife”, he shoved me back, starting to laugh hysterically, from far away could hear the audible hateful sound of tires screeching on the asphalt covered road, “You know what I hate the most” twisting my arm which was reaching towards him, he chuckled in my ear, making the current situation seem like a joke “Don’t you, hero, my darling nemesis” as the throbbing force on my arm grew weaker, a new cold trail of fingers pressed around my neck, dancing and taping in a precarious disposition, the dancing fingers seemed to change the voice of my sobs, which were sometimes choked with fear, for the first time not in fear of him killing me, but of leaving me.

“The only everlasting feeling, I will ever have for you will be hatred” the fingers dropped, now tracing up from my chin to the base of neck again and again “The only reserved feeling for you will be hatred, my wife” tightening his grip on my chin he pulled my face towards him, “And I will leave you” a chuckle escaped his lips, eyes quivering with exhilaration, exhilaration of seeing me tremble at his announcement, which struck the melody of fear in me. “But you love me” I said again, ‘Of course he doesn’t, no one in their right mind would accept loving their enemy’, “Did I ever say that” I felt a horrible thumping in my chest, the sensation of the shell of me collapsing in myself, the shell which had learned to love, and the shell which was cracking with disbelief.

I pulled back my hand this time, not asking him to say, “You’ll regret this”, he smirked, stepping back towards the black cars which had just arrived, and were waiting for their master, the true owner, the epitome of evil in this world, the villain.

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"The only thing I would truly regret is not ending your life right now," the villain whispered, aware that even if he resolved to kill the woman who deceived him into believing she was his wife and whom he had slowly come to love, he wouldn't be able to. His cursed body seemed to act independently; he couldn't recall their shared moments, yet he felt a strong desire to wipe away her tears and reassure her that she wasn't in the wrong—whatever she did was for her own survival. He yearned to kiss her, but simultaneously desired to kill her, and perhaps deep down, he acknowledged that he would regret it, just as she had hopelessly proclaimed, giving up on him. He believed that if he do was damned he would regret it in an entirely different way than he had told her. Thus, he hoped that the heavens to never grant him his memories back.

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nessiithatsme · 2 months ago

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Unexpected Connection -Logan Henderson Fanfic

A sneak peek at my current fan fiction. Feel free to drop by!

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The suite room was bathed in a golden light, the long shadows on the walls seemed to move as if the room were alive. Everything seemed surreal, almost as if I had left reality behind me. But it wasn't the hallway that made the air so heavy – it was him.

He stood before me, casual, as if he owned the world, his hands deep in the pockets of his jeans, which fit him far too well.His mocking grin seemed to bore into my innermost being, and I felt my jaw tighten.

"What a coincidence, running into you here," he said, his voice a soft contrast to his cutting words. "Or are you here to watch over me? I knew you were a control freak, but this is impressive."

"Monitor?" I folded my arms across my chest, forcing myself to ignore the heat rising in my cheeks. "Don't worry, Logan. I have better things to do than deal with you."

"Oh, really?" He took a step closer, and suddenly the hallway felt a lot smaller. "You know, Emma, for someone who supposedly doesn't care about me, you're around me an awful lot."

I felt my fingernails dig into the palms of my hands. "Maybe because I'm constantly busy repairing the damage you and your chaos leave behind."

"Chaos?" He raised an eyebrow in mock surprise, but his gaze was full of challenge. "You mean the little life I bring into this? If I'm honest, it looks like you could use it."

"Life? Or ego show?" I countered, taking a step forward and glaring at him. "You're so in love with yourself, it almost hurts to watch you."

He laughed softly, a deep, vibrating sound that went through my nerves like an electric shock. "And yet here you are, Emma. Right in front of me. Why don't you just leave?"

"Because..." I faltered, searching for a quick-witted answer, but his gaze held me captive, as if he had seen right through me.

"Because you can't," he said softly, his voice like a whisper that passed right by my mind and struck me somewhere deeper.

"You're so arrogant," I hissed, but my voice sounded less convincing than I wanted.

"And you're so damn controlled," he shot back, stepping even closer until only a breath was between us. "Maybe you should let go, Emma. You have no idea how much you need this."

"Let go?" I laughed, but the laughter sounded hollow, almost desperate. "And what? Give you control? So you can win your little game?"

"This isn't a game," he said, his voice suddenly serious. "You feel it just like I do. The only question is how long you're going to keep denying it."

"You're not my type," I murmured, but even I could hear how weak the words sounded.

"And you're definitely not my type," he shot back, his eyes on my lips as if he couldn't help it. "Maybe that's exactly the point."

"This is wrong." I shook my head, trying to ignore the rising heat inside me.

"Only people who are afraid say that," he murmured, before placing a hand on the wall next to my head and leaning in even closer. "Tell me, Emma. Are you afraid?"

"Afraid of you?" I snorted, trying to catch myself. "Dream on."

"Maybe I am." His breath brushed my skin, and I felt my façade begin to crumble. "Or maybe this is the moment when you finally stop deluding yourself."

Before I could answer, before I could regain control, he tilted his head and kissed me – a wild, demanding kiss that swept all my principles out of the way like a blow.

It wasn't gentle, not hesitant. It was hot, almost angry, a struggle between two people who couldn't stand each other but couldn't get away from each other. I wanted to push him away, to hate him for knowing exactly how much he upset me. But my hands clung to his shoulders as if he were the only constant in a chaos I didn't understand.

"See?" he murmured hoarsely against my lips. 'Not so different after all.'

Just as I was about to forget the world around me, when I was ready to give myself over completely to the moment, I felt everything around me begin to flicker.

I opened my eyes and found myself in my dark bedroom, bathed in sweat and with my heart pounding wildly.

My breathing was labored, and it took me several seconds to realize that I had only dreamed it. "What the hell..." I whispered, running a trembling hand through my hair. But no matter how hard I tried to suppress the dream – his gaze, his touch, his grin were still like a fire that refused to go out.

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vickyvicarious · 9 months ago

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“What I want to say at present is this: I need help. I have come to that—I came upon you suddenly. I was wandering, mad with rage, naked, impotent. I could have murdered. And I saw you—” “Lord!” said Mr. Marvel. “I came up behind you—hesitated—went on—” Mr. Marvel’s expression was eloquent. “—then stopped. ‘Here,’ I said, ‘is an outcast like myself. This is the man for me.’ So I turned back and came to you—you. And—” “Lord!” said Mr. Marvel. “But I’m all in a tizzy. May I ask—How is it? And what you may be requiring in the way of help?—Invisible!” “I want you to help me get clothes—and shelter—and then, with other things. I’ve left them long enough. If you won’t—well! But you will—must.” “Look here,” said Mr. Marvel. “I’m too flabbergasted. Don’t knock me about any more. And leave me go. I must get steady a bit. And you’ve pretty near broken my toe. It’s all so unreasonable. Empty downs, empty sky. Nothing visible for miles except the bosom of Nature. And then comes a voice. A voice out of heaven! And stones! And a fist—Lord!” “Pull yourself together,” said the Voice, “for you have to do the job I’ve chosen for you.” Mr. Marvel blew out his cheeks, and his eyes were round. “I’ve chosen you,” said the Voice. “You are the only man except some of those fools down there, who knows there is such a thing as an invisible man. You have to be my helper. Help me—and I will do great things for you. An invisible man is a man of power.” He stopped for a moment to sneeze violently. “But if you betray me,” he said, “if you fail to do as I direct you—” He paused and tapped Mr. Marvel’s shoulder smartly.

I was struck reading this scene, how Griffin doesn't actually ask anything. His only questions in the whole chapter are him scoffing about being 'imagination.' He never once asks "will you help me?" or any variation thereof. Instead he states "I need help" - and emphasizes that "it has come to that" like it is a ridiculous idea, the absolute end of the rope for him to need help from someone else. He says "I chose you," says "I want you to do this," says "I will repay you."

But it's all threats and extremes. He says that he was wandering, naked, impotent - but then follows up right away that he could have murdered, emphasizing how this only made him more dangerous. He stutters his way around admitting his own vulnerabilities, the things he needs (clothes, shelter). Hesitates at the idea Mr. Marvel won't agree and then goes straight to threats, mostly unspoken but pretty obvious nonetheless. He goes right to warnings about betrayal. He says he identifies with Mr. Marvel as a fellow outcast, but he doesn't elaborate on that at all, doesn't try to express sympathy or commiserate about how the townspeople have likely treated them both. Not, at least, beyond the early conversation about the boots, before Mr. Marvel couldn't see him and started getting alarmed. The line about Griffin throwing rocks at him until he believes is funny, but it also marks him giving up on any kind of 'nice' approach. He resorts to force so quickly.

And yeah, he's certainly extremely freaked out, he's spent this whole walk working himself up into a rage, he's probably hungry still and cold and sick and he lashes out at someone reacting badly to his invisibility again... but also, specifically in the context of expressing vulnerability. The fact that he leaps straight to "I could hurt you and you wouldn't see it coming" rather than saying "please" isn't just about his recent bad experiences with the townsfolk. He was also very terse/commanding with them from the start. He tries to be on his best behavior but he's fairly imperious, and he doesn't ask for privacy quite so much as he says he wants privacy and they should understand that. He defaults to having paid for the service rather than grabbing or throwing rocks, but otherwise it's a similar tactic to here. He just absolutely hates expressing vulnerability, even when doing so would likely earn him more goodwill from others.

"An invisible man is a man of power.” He stopped for a moment to sneeze violently.

This line is super funny in how he contradicts himself. But it also sums him up really well. He leans heavily on the idea of power and force rather than acknowledging the ways in which he is hurting, or weak, or incapable. When he's forced to admit them, he tries to brush past them quickly, tries to threaten to get his way instead.

#the invisible mail #griffin #this is especially kind of interesting given *spoiler post i've been thinking about*

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serenityhime1 · 2 months ago

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WIP Wednesday

Well, we're finally here. Cut Me Off is the reason this project exists in the first place - I loved this album, but this song immediately struck me as Vegebul-coded, and I couldn't get it out of my head no matter what I did.

I kinda love the way you hate me You only call me 'cause I'm crazy I ain't that way, it's 'cause you made me Your frozen breath in the air All your words you never meant them, no All my sins you can't forgive them There isn't God in our religion It's like he's not even there

This is every 3YG story ever written. I do like when people write them as lower-conflict (they don't literally have to fight all the time), but I simply can't imagine them coming together without some kind of sparks. Two incredibly headstrong people, both smart and talented, lonely and lost, strong and opinionated. I don't know how to imagine them any other way than this.

Broken and pathetic, maybe it's genetic I'm a landline, not a lifeline (Cut me off) Call me overrated, I should be sedated I'm a landminе, not a lifeline

The music on the chorus is heavier and harder, driving and upbeat, really pushing that point home of being uncontrolled and in need of someone to steer this damn ship because we're about to run it into land. That concept of "Please stop me, because I can't stop me" is so Vegebul. And the idea of being a failure for the way he feels is just inherently Vegeta's viewpoint. "I can't stop myself from being with this woman, so clearly something is wrong with me" is absolutely a take he would have.

You got mе feeling so pathetic Like I don't go with your aesthetic Don't know how many times I've said this I think you're better alone (I think you're better alone) I swear to God you only love me when I'm leaving And when you tell me that you love me, I believe it I think I'm in too deep You got me off my face again

Again that refrain of "we're poison for each other but I can't seem to stop anyways" feels very 3YG to me. Even if you think they slept together only one time, I still see them this way - trying to avoid each other but being drawn together almost against their will.

Barely holding on Why don't you cut me off? Barely holding on Need you to cut me off Told you this was wrong Can't you see I'm gone? Barely holding on Need you to cut me off

The bridge might be my favorite part of this song. The music evokes that feeling of falling through reality, like you're lost at sea, adrift and alone despite being there because of this insane attachment that you absolutely cannot break. It's begging for someone to please, stop the madness, because I don't know how to.

This song is such a banger, and it gets under my skin every time. This chapter got written pretty early (I started writing it back in August, if you can believe it), because this was the song that stuck with me so hard I couldn't ignore it.

I sure hope you all enjoy this chapter when I share it. It was probably my favorite one to write so far.

#WIP Wednesday #my fanfiction #vegebul #vegeta #bulma #LSIP

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stuckysbaby1938 · 2 years ago

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In the beginning

Summary: when you get captured by Rumlow and Steve comes to your rescue. Once he has you, he doesn't want to let you go.

warnings: DD/LG lifestyle, mentions of needles, drugging, little space, Rumlow being Rumlow, threats, very light panic attack (just reader saying she can't breath), abuse, mentions of blood, reader cries a lot, choking, mentions of murder, parental death, cursing, pet names (princess, baby, honey, angel, doll),

first person narrative, reader is named in this story

Word count: 4009

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"Oh, I'm sorry." I was walking home from the store when I bumped into a tall man. He didn't respond so I tried to walk around him. He stopped me, so I tried to walk backwards only to walk into another chest. I looked behind me to see another man as the one in front started walking towards me. I begin to panic. Two more men came from either side of the street. "Don't worry, we're gonna take good care of you." Right after the man in the front spoke, I felt something poke my neck and then it all went dark.

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When I woke up I was in a small room. I immediately started to feel little from fear. I looked around, trying to find a way out when a man opened the door. He was the same man that I bumped into. "Don't be scared, baby." I crawled into the corner, feeling tears burn my eyes. "Don't cry." His voice, which was soft at first, turned cold. It only made me cry harder. "Stop crying." He walked closer. I tried to scoot back, but I was already cornered. "I said stop crying!" He yelled. He came closer. He covered my mouth with his hand. "If you don't stop crying, I'll give you a real reason to cry." I couldn't breathe.

"So are you gonna stop crying? Huh?" He tightened his hand. I nodded as best as I could with his hand forcing my head back. "Good girl." He whispered in my ear. He leaned in close, to close. He started to drag his nose along my neck, making me pull away. He pulled back and looked at me with fury in his eyes. I heard it before I felt it. Heat spread through my cheek from the force of his hand. Tears continue to fall from my eyes. He raised his hand again but he never struck. He put his hand down and turned to the door, laughing as he left. I rolled myself into a ball and cried until I fell asleep.

When I woke up, he was there again. I immediately cower away from him. "You must be hungry. Eat." He slide a tray close to me. I just looked at him from the floor. "I never told you my name. I'm Brock." I didn't respond. "Eat or don't eat. It's up to you, but this is all you get." He got up and left. I looked at the tray. It had a sandwich, a cup of fruit, and a carton of milk like you would get in a cafeteria. I was hungry but didn't want to eat. So I tuck my arms in my shirt and tried to sleep.

I woke up to a bang outside and started to cry. Rumlow walked in and I noticed the blood on his forehead. "You're coming with me." He grabbed my arm and drug me out of the cell. I started to scream only for Brock to slam me into the wall and put his hand around my throat. "You listen to me, you little bitch. You're gonna do what I say so we can get out of here and if you even think about screaming, then I'll cut your fucking tongue out, you hear me?" I nodded. He released my throat and held a finger to his lips. He started walking and I followed him into room after room.

When we got to the third room, I saw a fire extinguisher. Without thinking I grabbed it and threw it at him. It hit him square in the back and when he fell, I ran for it. I had no idea where I was going, I just ran. I didn't stop until I hit what felt like a brick wall. I looked up and saw a man with a mask over his face. I tried to run away from him but a woman was standing in the doorway. I started to cry when I realized there was no way out of here. I backed up into the corner of the room and grabbed the closest thing to me, which was just a pencil, to try and keep them away. The man took off his mask and bent down to look me in the eye.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. There's no need to be afraid, angel." The man walked closer while holding his hands up. I watched him through blurry eyes. "Shhh, don't be afraid. We're here to help you." He kneeled in front of me. "It's okay." He took the pencil and laid it on the ground next to him. "Steve, we gotta go." The woman was now beside Steve. "Working on it, Nat." He never took his eyes off me. Before anyone could say anything else, Brock ran into the room. Steve stood up and looked to Natasha who was looking at Brock. "I see you found my new pet." He stepped closer only for Steve to step in front of me. "Now you can give her back." Brock pointed his gun at Steve. "That's not gonna happen, Rumlow, so put the gun down before I beat your ass. Again." Steve growled. Natasha looked at me. "Dove, do you want to go with him?" I shook my head and cried harder. "You take her to the jet, I'll take care of him." Natasha said walking toward Brock. "You sure?" She nodded. "I can handle myself, Rogers." She smirked and ran at Rumlow.

Before I could see much, Steve picked me up and carried me to the exit. A gunshot rang through the building, making me hold onto Steve tighter. "It's okay, no one can hurt you now. I'm here." He whispered as we got outside. I saw the jet out of the corner of my eye and I could see a few people. Steve walked up the ramp and sat down with me still in his arms. "Where's Nat?" Another man asked. "Taking care of Rumlow. Where Bruce?" Steve started to rub my back to calm me down. "Right here. Are you hurt?" A man with glasses and a tablet came out of a room. "No but I don't know if she is or not." Steve stood and started to walk to the front of the jet. "Where was she?" Bruce asked as he walked beside Steve into the medical bay. "With Rumlow. I don't know for how long or what he did to her." Steve tried to put me down on the table but I didn't let him. Instead I just held onto him.

"Angel, you need to lay down so we can see if you're hurt." He tried to reason. "No, no no! Hims gonna get me!" I screamed. "No, no baby. My friends taking care of him." He looked to Bruce for help. "No! Hims comin'! Don't let him get me!" I cried harder and his in Steve's chest. "Bruce, what do we do?" Steve whispered while rocking me back and forth to calm me down. "I just need her to lay down so I can check her for injuries." Bruce went and grabbed a shot. I screamed at the site of it. "Hey, hey, it's okay angel. If you just lay down and let him check you, then you don't have to have a shot, okay? Can you lay down for me?" I nodded slowly and laid down. Bruce checked me over for any injuries and when he found none, he let me sit up. "Nothing but a couple of bruises." Bruce assured. I tried to get off of the table they had me one but I couldn't.

When Steve noticed, he picked me up and put me on his hip. I laid my head on his shoulder as he started to walk towards the back of the jet. When we got there, Natasha was back and so were two other people. Steve sat down in a chair and started to rock back and forth. Soon I was asleep again. "Who's the girl?" Clint asked. "We don't know yet." Bruce said. "She seem to like you, Rogers." Natasha smirked. Steve rolled his eyes. After a little while everyone was sitting down on their phones, reading, or asleep.

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Once the jet landed, everyone was tired enough that they decided that they would debrief tomorrow. Steve, still with the girl in his arms, went to the elevator up to his floor. The doors opened and he saw his husband, Bucky, on the couch, watching some cop show. Bucky got up to greet his husband. but stopped when he saw a girl sound asleep on his husbands shoulder. "Who's that?" Bucky walked closer to Steve. "I'm not sure exactly. She was at the hydra base and I couldn't leave her with Rumlow." Bucky tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. "Where's she gonna sleep? If she wakes up beside two guys she doesn't know, she might freak out." Bucky took her in his arms so Steve could get some water. "I figured she could sleep in the spare. I just couldn't leave her alone in a med bay." Steve walked towards the stairs, to their shared room. Bucky followed him. "I think she would feel better in the spare anyway. Although she didn't wanna let me go so Bruce could give her a check-up." Steve went into the walk in closet and came out in a white tee shirt and grey sweats to match Bucky.

"She's gonna need some pajamas. She can't sleep in jeans." Steve went back into the closet and grabbed an old tee shirt and another pair of sweats. "This'll have to do for tonight." Steve slipped her shirt over her head and replaced it with his while Bucky worked her jeans down her legs, all while she laid sound asleep. Once she was dressed, they took her to the spare room. It was the smaller of the two with light grey walls, a queen sized bed in the middle of the room with a few book shelves along the walls, and a few pieces of art here and there. Steve pulled the covers back while Bucky laid her down. Once she was covered up, they each kissed her forehead before walking out and shutting the door.

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When I woke up, I looked around at where I was. I quickly climbed out of bed and quietly opened the door. I heard voices downstairs. I tiptoed down the stairs, hoping they didn't hear me, but the supersoldiers heard everything and smiled. When I walked into the kitchen, I saw Steve, the man from before, and another man I didn't know. I started to back out of the room. "Don't be afraid, angel. He won't hurt you either." Steve said as he flipped the last pancake. "C'mere doll." The man on the barstool said. I could feel my heartrate pick up as I stood still. Bucky looked over at Steve for help. Steve placed the pancakes in the oven to keep warm before he slowly walked over to me. "You remember me, sweetheart?" I nodded and walked over to him and raised my arms. He chuckled and picked me up. "This is Bucky, honey. You can trust him." Steve walked over to Bucky. He smiled at me and held out his hand. "Can you tell me your name, doll?" Bucky asked. "Ashton." I whispered. "That's pretty, baby. Thank you for telling me." I smiled and hid in Steve's neck. "I think someone's shy, Buck." Steve smirked. "I think you're right Stevie." Bucky rubbed my cheek with his thumb. "Are you hungry, princess?" I nodded. "how do some pancakes sound?" Bucky took me out of Steve's arms and started to walk in a circle. Steve made everyone a plate a sat down, me still on Bucky's lap.

After we ate Steve took me to the couch while Bucky cleaned the kitchen. Steve put me down and started to leave. "Where a goin'" I started to get up when he stopped me by picking me up and sitting me back down. "I'm just going to see if Bucky needs any help, angel." I nodded and brought my knees to my chest. "I'll be right ba-" before he could finish his sentence Bucky walked in. "No need, punk. I'm already done." Bucky came and sat beside me and I leaned on his shoulder. He smiled and put his arm around me. "Doll, can you tell us more about yourself?" Steve sat in front of me on the coffee table. "Like what?" I didn't really know what to say, it wasn't like there was a lot to know. "Where are you from?" Bucky asked. "Brooklyn." I have never left Brooklyn. Well, until the whole hydra thing. "Any siblings?" Steve was next. "No." I whispered. "What about your parents?" Steve asked.

"What about them?" I felt myself start slipping out of little space. "What are their names? What are they like?" I sighed. "My mom's name is Charlotte. I don't really remember her anymore." I whispered. I saw the look on their faces. "She died when I was 7. She was shot when two guys broke in one night." I started to stare at the ceiling. "Where were you?" Bucky spoke after a minute. "Right beside her." I didn't realize I was crying until Steve wiped a tear away. "After she died, my dad started to just-" I paused looking for the right word. "-not care anymore." They looked at me, waiting for me to continue. "He started drinking more, staying out late at the bar. He was barley ever home, but when he was," I stood up and started to pace. "He would yell for no reason. I mean I would be sitting there, waiting for him to be a fucking father and actually take care of his child, but he never did. He just yelled and yelled and-." Steve put his hands on my shoulders to stop me from moving. I hadn't even noticed him get up. "You don't have to tell us anymore about that. Let talk about something else." Steve lead me back to couch and sat us down.

"What do you like to do, angel?" I thought for a minute. "I like to color." I whispered. "So does Steve, doll. He'll have to show you some of his drawings." I smiled at that. "Why don't we go look at them now?" Steve stood and held out his hand. I took it immediately and started walking with him towards a door I hadn't been in before. He opened the door and my jaw dropped. There were drawings and art supplies everywhere. Before we could really look at anything a voice sounded throughout the room. "Captain Rogers?" I looked around. Steve chuckled at my reaction. "Yes Friday?" The voice spoke again. "Mr. Stark request your presence in conference room B." Steve sighed. "Tell him I'll be right there." Steve gently tugged my hand and pulled me out of the room. "Alright sweetheart, you gotta stay here with Bucky while I go talk to my friend, okay?" We started walking to the stairs. He lead me into a bedroom and told me to sit on the bed. Bucky walked out of the closet dressed in a maroon Henley and black jeans. "You get called down too?" Bucky asked. Steve sighed and nodded. "What do we do with her? Can we take her?" Bucky shook his head. "We can't take her, you know that." Bucky leaned against the wall.

"Why not? She's not gonna be a bother and I'm not leaving her up here alone." Steve walked into the closet to get dressed. He and Bucky whispered a little more before they came out smiling. "C'mon doll, we need to go get you dressed." Bucky grabbed my hand and lead me out of the room, down the stairs, and out the door. When we got inside the elevator I watched the numbers of the floors as we descended. Steve knocked on a door and a woman opened it. She had long red hair and a warm smile. "Good morning, who's this?" She waved at me and I shyly waved back. "This is Ashton. She needs something to wear for the day. Can she borrow something?" She nodded and waved us inside. "What would you like to wear, hun? I have leggings, sweats, jeans?" She lead us to her room and opened her closet. "Leggings?" It was more of a question than a statement. "Of course, pick out anything you like." I walked in and grabbed a pair of black leggings and plain white shirt. "Thank you." I whispered.

"You're welcome, anything you need, just ask." She smiled. I got dressed and then we were in the elevator again. "Where we goin'" I looked up at Steve. "Bucky and I have to go to a meeting and we didn't want to leave you alone." I nodded and shivered. Steve noticed. "Are you cold?" I nodded again. He took off his sweatshirt and slipped it over my head. He pulled me to his chest for extra warmth. When the elevator stopped we all got out and walked to the meeting room. Bucky held the door while Steve gently pushed me inside. I froze at the amount of people and started to feel myself slip. "Finally you two show up. Who's the girl?" Sam asked. "She's the one he saved yesterday." Natasha waved at me. "Ashton, this is Tony, Sam, Clint, Bruce, and Natasha. Everyone this is Ashton." Steve pointed at everyone as he named them. Tony, who sat at the head of the table, just stared at me. My breathing got heavy as I turned to Steve.

Tony stood up and walked over to me. He crouched down to my level and pulled something out the pocket on his suit. It was a small lollipop. "There's no need to be scared, honey. We just need to talk about what happened last night." He held the lollipop out to me. I took it slowly. He smiled and went to sit back down. Steve and Bucky sat down at the table and Bucky patted his thigh. I sat on his lap while they had their meeting and enjoyed my little treat.

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She fell asleep on Bucky's lap a few minutes into the meeting. After the meeting was over, everyone left but Tony, Steve, and Bucky. "She's adorable." Tony smiled as he looked at her. "She is. She seems to trust us." Steve looked at her too. Tony looked between the two supersoldiers. "You two don't know, do you?" They both shared a look. "She's regressed." Steve and Bucky were still confused. Tony sighed. "When someone regresses, they revert back to a childlike mindset. It's to heal their inner child because they had to grow up to fast or they had a rough childhood. They might play with toys, use bottles and pacifiers, or maybe suck their thumb." Tony nodded to Ashton, who was now in Steve's lap, sucking on the tip of her thumb. "What do we do?" Bucky asked. "When she wakes up you ask her if she has a care giver. If she says no-" Steve cut Tony off. "Then we can be her care givers." Tony went wide eyed.

"Just make sure you do your research. Being a care giver is hard. Don't hurt her again." With that Tony got up and left. "You really wanna be a care giver?" Bucky asked. "I want to be her care giver."

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I woke up to two supersoldiers staring at me. "Hi doll." Bucky smiled at me. "Hi." My voice was soft as I sat up. "Can you take me home?" I wanted to see Franklin. Franklin was my favorite stuffed animal in the whole world. He was a green dinosaur and my best friend. It might be kinda sad to have a stuffed animal as your best friend, but I had a hard time making friends. "You wanna go home? Like to your mommy or daddy?" They had done their research and Steve was becoming very nervous. When I laughed they looked at each other with confused looks. "I don't have a mommy or a daddy." Steve was filled with joy and anger all in one. "So you just take care of yourself?" I nodded. "That's not safe baby. You need someone to take care of you. What if you hurt yourself while your all alone one day?" Steve pulled me into his lap. "I want a daddy, but I can't find one." It was true. I had looked for a daddy but I never got one.

"We could be your daddies." Steve whispered into my ear. I searched his eyes for any sign of dishonesty but there was none. "R-really?" They nodded. "Only if you want us to, baby. We want this but only if you do too." Bucky grabbed my hand. "I would like that." We all shared a smile. "If we're gonna be your daddies, then we need to go shopping, angel." Steve stood with me in his arms. "Wait! I need Franklin! He's all alone in my room! We has to get him!" I jumped out of Steve's grip and ran to get my shoes when Bucky picked me up. "Who's Franklin, sweets?" I looked at him like he was crazy. "Franklin's my stuffie. I need him!" I started squirming to get away. "We'll go get him, honey. And we'll get whatever else you want."

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When we got to my apartment, I started to run up the stairs only to be stopped by a hand grabbing my wrist. "No running, angel. You could get hurt." Steve put me on his hip and I frowned. I started to say something but Bucky cut me off. "You'll get Franklin, baby but you can't run up the stairs, you could fall and hurt yourself." After a few more stairs, we were at my door. I took the key out from under the mat and unlocked the door. I immediately ran to my room and flopped on my bed. Steve and Bucky watched from the doorway, looking around. The room was a light blue with white stars painted on the wall near my bed. There were three bookshelves, all filled with books. I had turned the window into a reading nook when I moved in. Steve smiled at paci sitting on my nightstand.

"This is all I need." I walked over to Bucky and raised my arms for him to pick me up. "Are you sure, honey? You can take whatever you want." Bucky rubbed my back as he spoke. "But we can always come back here to get anything else you want." Steve added. "Wait!" Bucky let me down and I ran into my playroom and grabbed my favorite coloring book. It had pictures of farm animals in it and it came with stickers.

Not long after it was time for dinner. We all sat down at the table and ate together. After that it was bath time. Bucky washed my hair then Steve washed my body. They dried me off with a nice fluffy towel. They put me in my new hello kitty pajamas and took me upstairs. Bucky laid me down in their bed while Steve went to get ready for bed. Once Steve was done, he came and laid with me while Bucky went to take a shower. Soon we were all cuddled up under the covers with me laying on Steve's bare chest and Bucky behind me. "Good night, princess." Bucky kissed my cheek. "We'll be here when you wake up." Steve kissed my forehead.

"Good night, daddies."

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