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sserpente · 1 year ago

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Memories to Enemies 🎃

Synopsis: The TVA is no more—not like it was before, anyway. When the multiverse breaks free, Loki finds himself back where he belongs, on the verge of claiming the throne of Midgard and this time… this time he finishes what he started. But while he’s gained so much, he’s lost even more, for there was one thing the chaos of the timelines had not fixed—it hasn’t brought you back to him. You, the mortal he had refused to fall for until he realised it was too late all along. He never stopped searching for you after Thanos snapped his fingers and now, with so many timelines at the tip of his fingers and a tempad in his pocket… you were out there somewhere and he will find you. But when he finally does… he realises that not only are you the leader of the very rebels aiming to end his ruling, you are a Variant. And you don’t remember him.

A/N: HAPPY HALLOWEEN, people! 🎃 Requests from two anons. There are no spoilers for Season 2 in this. I’ll have some more spooky Halloween Imagines coming up this week (I hope), I just didn’t manage to get any writing done as I had initially planned because I spent the whole weekend queueing at Comic Con, haha!

Words: 2407 Warnings: smut

Additional NSFW warnings: edging, very light dub-con

“The rebels are causing trouble again, my king.”

“Which is to say you are unable to deal with a bunch of disobedient humans?” Loki looked up, legs spread on the makeshift throne in what used to be Stark Tower. He lifted his chin, his menacing glare all but intimidating the former politician, now reduced to nothing more than a lackey.

“N-no, of course not. I just thought you should know. They… they made it to the lower levels of the tower last night.”

Loki narrowed his eyes, leaning forward a little. “Who did?”

“The rebels, their leader… we caught her face on camera but… security managed to overwhelm them. I believe they were trying to plant explosives somewhere in the building.”

“Where are they now?”

“They’re being held in the cellars.”

Loki rolled his eyes. “You should have led with that, you fool. Send them up. No… bring me their leader. I believe it is time we have a little chat about where her… loyalties lie.”

The politician nodded and excused himself. Silence filled the room after he left and Loki sat back again and sighed. Those rebels were hardly a threat to him but if they had made it to the tower… he would have to up his game and patch the holes in his security. A spell or two should suffice. Possibly something that would make any uninvited guest grow mushrooms all over their body should they trespass.

If only… he sighed once more. If only he had you by his side. You had always loved this time of the year, made him hand out sweets for children and carve out pumpkins. After all this madness… he still had not found you again. You had been snapped away in the sacred timeline, so he had found out… and even though the now-forgotten Avengers had reversed the titan’s doing, you remained unfound, out of his reach. Wherever you were… he would tear every single timeline apart until he had you back by his side. Would you be overjoyed, to see him where he belonged? On the throne, ruling as he was meant to be?

“The prisoner, my king.” The politician returned after the metal elevator doors swung open yet again, dragging with him a young woman who carried herself quite regally despite her predicament. She lifted her head, her hair revealing her face…

Loki’s face dropped. It was you. You… you were the rebel foolishly trying to put an end to his reign? Desperation and relief paired with anger and disappointment, the sadness that had been residing deep in his heart after he had lost you not quite going away. Something was off.

“Leave her here. Get out.”

“No security, my king?”

“I can handle a mortal woman. Now get out.”

The politician nodded and left without another word all the while you kept on staring at Loki as if you were ready to plunge a dagger into his chest any moment. You probably were—and it broke his heart a lot more than he would have liked to admit.

Your eyes widened when he spoke your name. “So you already know me then.”

“Know you? I have been looking for you for years, pet.”

You blinked. “Pet?”

Loki’s face fell when he realised. You did not know. You did not recognise him. You did not… love him yet. It mattered little, now did it? He would make you love him again, he would restore your memories. Were you a Variant? Had you met him? Had Thanos’ horrors taken your memories? He had to find out, needed to find out.

“You will not believe me, of course. But you were in love with me. I lost you when Thanos snapped his fingers. My path, too, changed. That is a story for another time. Come here, pet. It is so good to see you,” he purred.

Containing his emotions and his excitement had never been so difficult. He all but longed to jump up from his throne and sweep you up into his arms, holding you close until you struggled to breathe. But he didn’t. He wanted you to come to him. Only you remained frozen in place. He could practically feel the defiance radiating from you.

“I’m not falling for your stupid tricks, Loki.”

The God of Mischief smirked. “Would you like me to prove it, pet? Ah, let’s see… I just so happen to know you love Halloween. Carving out pumpkins… handing out sweets to children… watching scary films and eating this disgusting snack you call popcorn… and of course, how could I forget, the hot chocolate with small marshmallows and whipped cream on top? It’s reserved only for months that have the letter ‘r’ in them, no?”

Loki watched with great satisfaction how your lips parted in shock. He stood, taking a step forward. “What else… ah…” He tilted his head. “There is a particularly sweet and sensitive spot on your body that has you absolutely feral for your lover. It is… right… here.” He took another step and brought his hand up to brush his thumb over the spot right below your ear. You shivered, clenching your jaw.

“Lies… y-you’re… you’re tricking me.”

“No tricks,” he purred, “only treats.”

To Hel with the restraint. With a low growl, Loki pulled you close, lifting you off your feet. Your rather pathetic resistance died quickly once you realised that you weren’t going anywhere. Loki was too strong—you’d do well to save your strength for when it truly mattered. But… did you want to?

Why, on Earth, was there a part of you that enjoyed his touch? The way he looked at you… so full of hope and lust… that could not be acted, could it? To win over the leader of the rebellion, make her compliant… was that his plan? Or was he telling the truth?

And if he was, then what would have ridden you to dedicate your life to stopping him at all cost? Heavens, last night, you had attempted an assassination.

Loki put you back down on your feet once you reached his bedroom. He had redecorated, of course. Everything was green and gold, even his bed sheets. It looked… beautiful. Homely, almost and faintly familiar.

A shiver brought you back from the depths of your mind when Loki sneaked his hand under your shirt, slowly pushing it up.

“Do you truly think it’s a coincidence you react this way to me?” He tilted his head, smirking when you flinched at his fingertips ghosting over your bare stomach. He was right. He was so right and you hated it. Part of you wanted him—right here and now. The other part was seething and then, yet another… wanted to give in to his advances out of curiosity.

“Why… why don’t I remember then?”

“Your guess is as good as mine, pet. We will restore your memories. You could be a Variant—a version of yourself from another timeline who has not yet met me. We will worry about this later. I missed you.”

He sounded so… genuine, so full of relief. It was not hard to believe him. But how could you? You hated this man, you loathed how he had taken Earth for himself and declared himself its ruler… you would never kneel before him… right?

Why were you questioning yourself? Perhaps… perhaps it was for when you gazed into his blue eyes, you detected just how troubled his soul was. There was more to this than tyranny. More than a hunger for power.

You ceased to resist when he pulled your shirt off of you. Mesmerised, dazed… perhaps even charmed, you lifted your arms for him to remove it and then allowed him to make short work of your trousers. Only a few more moments passed until you stood completely naked before him, breathing heavily.

His kiss was soft when he held your chin with two fingers, almost as if testing the waters. Your eyes… your eyes fell shut. Why… how did this feel so good?

“Give in to me, pet. Let me show you.”

You bit your lower lip. “I’m supposed to hate you.”

He chuckled. “Why yes… We can speak about your little rebellion after I have had my fill of you. You always longed to be by my side, pet. What changed?”

“I don’t know you.” And perhaps that was the reason. You did not know him. Did not yet see behind the mask. Would things be different if you did? You could have tried to kill him the very moment you stepped out of the elevator. So why hadn’t you? Would you, under different circumstances, support his cause? Aid in his rule? Rule… by his side? That was such a silly thought, wasn’t it?

And yet… even though the arrogant god kept calling you his pet… the way he looked at you made you feel like he regarded you as his equal. Maybe your subconscious knew that there was more to it. Maybe your soul had recognised him.

“Then I will make you know me again. You, my darling, are the one good thing that has ever happened to me. I will not give you up.”

You swallowed, unsure of whether you should regret the words that left your lips next. “S-show me.”

“With pleasure.” Loki smirked, lifting you up once more. The warm leather of his armour against your naked skin made you whimper but it was gone within a heartbeat, melted off his body in a green hue of his magic. It felt tingly, familiar… as if you’d felt it a million times before.

The God of Mischief crawled above you, spreading your legs as he did. Skin against skin, he towered above you like the king he was, his raven hair framing his handsome face. You resisted the urge to reach up and stroke his cheek—just about, for when he leaned down and assaulted your neck with his lips, you dug your nails into the soft bed sheets instead, fighting, desperately, for composure your body was eager to give up.

Every touch, every kiss… it felt right. And you were craving more.

A gasp escaped your lips when Loki sank his length into you with but one deep stroke—it was both out of pure bliss at his size and surprise at how wet you were. How had him undressing you slowly done that?

Deep and languid thrusts soon drove you to the brink of madness. No one… no one had ever fucked you as well as Loki was fucking you right now, and the fact that he seemed to know exactly what turned you on almost filled you with fear.

The intense eye contact, the gentle touches, the soft dominance radiating from him… without a doubt he would pin you against the bed if you so much as attempted to flip around and ride him instead without… without asking for permission?

You whimpered at the thought, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You were close already. Loki was working his magic… firm and yet gentle, you felt it teasing your clit, applying just enough pressure to bring you closer and closer to climax. Once he had you there, right on the edge, the delicious pressure eased, his rhythm speeding up.

“You’re enjoying it…” Loki purred—his tone smug, if anything. You groaned.

And then, once again… he pushed you toward that blissful cliff only to stop—again—right before you could fall. You realised soon enough what he was doing. He was edging you. No one… no one knew about your filthiest desires and kinks. So how did he? He really was telling the truth, wasn’t he?

You pretended to hate this but you loved it… loved how he was in control of your pleasure, able to take it away if he so wished… urgh.

“What is it, pet, hmm? Did you want something?” His strokes were relentless—how he managed not to rut into you like a beast you had no fucking clue.

“P-please…” you choked out, “…let me cum.”

Loki tilted his head. “I think you can do better than that.”

Another grunt on your end but this time, you were ready to throw hands—only the God of Mischief above you didn’t let you. The invisible force tormenting your clit wrapped around your wrists like invisible shackles, holding them in place.

“Please…” you repeated, “…I need to cum. Stop… teasing me…”

“Let me hear it one more time, pet. Scream for me.”

A groan of frustration escaped your lips. All helpless beneath him, there was nothing you could do but endure his torturing treatment. Your toes curled, that all too familiar knot in your lower stomach tightening…

“Oh, fuck, please, please, PLEASE! Just… LET ME CUM ALREADY!” Loki chuckled—he chuckled and then, finally, the delicious pressure on your clit returned. And this time… it didn’t stop again. You tensed up, all air knocked from your lungs as your orgasm washed over you. Contracting around Loki’s cock who did not stop rocking into you for a second, fucking you right through your moment of utter bliss until he too, came.

Loki’s moans were quite possibly the sexiest thing you had ever heard as he buried himself inside of you as deep as he could, coating your walls with his seed, twitching and jerking.

He rested his forehead against yours then, eyes closed—content, at ease… and so unlike what you had expected from a tyrannical ruler.

This… it had felt like your bodies were made for each other. Perhaps they were.

“I want to remember. I want you to prove to me that you’re not the evil tyrant I imagine you to be,” you said, breaking the silence.

Loki chuckled. “Hmm… ever so demanding, pet.”

“Why are you calling me that?”

“Because it turns you feral, am I not right?”

You bit your lower lip. Yes, damn it, he was right.

“We will find a way to restore your memories, I swear it. You are mine.” You shivered when he spoke your name. “You are the very reason I am not a tyrant. Whatever you see, whatever you believe… Midgard is in good hands—it is your home realm, after all.”

“So I’ll just have to trust your word? The word of a Trickster?”

Loki smirked. He knew. He knew that your heart already did.

"Yes. Now then... shall we carve a pumpkin together, pet?"

A/N: Party hard tonight! 🎃

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thewriterg · 1 year ago

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𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠

pairing(s); johnny cage x fem!reader, kenshi x fem!reader, johnny cage x kenshi

summary; You’d do anything to keep them safe if you need to sing your song to get through war so be it. —angstober day; 12—

word count; 1.5k

warning(s); violence, weapons, siren coded reader, blood, injuries, kisses, and language

playlist; wet by dazey and the scouts

A/n:—GIFs; @mortal-kombat-1— played mk1 and don’t know how to act

“You sent them on a mission without my knowledge or and experienced supervision” You hissed your eyes leering into Liu Kang's pale glowing one as he sighed gently looking upon your angered expression that leered holes into his powered body

“You underestimate them Y/n the group consists of strong warriors if they weren't prepared to be sent to accomplish this mission then I would have no desire send them but they were” The sensei tied to reassure you yet it wasn't visibly enough to ease your troubles

“I'm going to aid them by the sound of it the mission at hand should have not taken this long they should have been back days ago” You stated stepping to put your swords on your back your eyes flickering that glowing black that your rivals and enemies feared the last thing they’ve seen before they were put to rest finding peace elsewhere while the brunette said nothing to stop you deep down somewhere in his subconscious he knew that your concerns were valid

“Y/n!” The warrior called out as you opened a portal black fog spilling out of it your eye now completely black in response you looked over your shoulder not making a single move to step back or back down

“Be noble in your bloodshed, I would like to be able to step foot into the realm again”

“With all due respect Liu Kang they shall be lucky if their head stays intact with their bodies let alone if their realm is still liveable” Without another word you you stepped through the portal before you were across the tower of Shang Tsung laboratory you didn't have time to linger the probability of getting caught high if you stayed in one place too long

Stealthily you snuck passed the guards after throwing an empty elixir bottle at a wall the sound of the glass shattering causing them to rush to the scene allowing you to wipe pass the entrance without much fuss you let you instinct guide you to the brick wall closest to the forest of the building pressing your palms against the rough material as you mended yourself into the cold basement of the building

The sound of footsteps bounced of the walls and you sucked in a sharp breath trying to think of something quickly scanning the hallway with the speed of light until you found a solution bending your knees and locking your feet into the ground to give you a power boost before you jumped you fingertips clinging to the little basically nonexistent space to hang onto swinging your legs up to kick in the grilles as it clashed open downwards its dividers now sitting with a bend in their metal

You quickly slipped into the vent as the sound of rushed footsteps approached your location you legs slithering behind your torso before you stuck a hand out of your temporary hiding spot pulling the cover up back in its place you watched through the metal slots Shang Tsung looked around to find nothing you would laugh at the fact that he look up directly at your peering eyes if you were in the mood

You waited until the footsteps started up once more to start moving behind the perpetrator making sure that you made no sound or shuffling noise there was a slant downward inside the cool dark vents the same time the sound of a door unlocking was heard you were in the right place

Your heart dropped as you inched closer toward the laboratory like dungeon the muffled groans of Johnny and the even worse whimpers of Kenshi you fought the urge to burst out the ceiling swords up thoughts down

“This process I call it electric love, after your done with it you'll learn to love the chambers the most… they hurt the least” Shang Tsung voice rang out in the cold hollow basement like room the sound way carrying through the vent clear for your ears while you perked up at the source of light in the predominantly dark ceiling

“Make sure they're withered to nothing, they should be a easy session for the tarkata” This was it if you wanted a chance to capture the adversary it had to be quick and it had to be now you waited until the footsteps approached the exit gate before kicking through the grilles landing in front of Tsunes with a hand positioned to your side one knee to the floor the other directed up towards the air

“Siren, see you've come to join your peers” His voice littered with a dark chuckle and you stood to your full height starting bullets into sorcerer

“No but you shall join your brother in the under realm” The mans face dropped at the mention while Kenshi perked up at the sound of your voice having to rely on his hearing to get past without his ability to see

You charged towards him with a punch landing directly towards his jaw taking a blow not only at his mandible but at his vulnerability when you went to swipe your feet under the sorcerer he grabbed you leg tripping you up you head hitting the cold concrete floor with a sickening thud before you could get on your feet there was a rough impact on your shoulder as your head was forced to look at your lovers captured the electricity having ceased on their bodies you noted Kenshi's masked eyes making your eyebrows furrow and Johnny's protest as he shook the bars of his enclosure you were forced to the ground with a knee in your back

“Your lovers courage and loyalty is honorary yet the execution is pathetic” You you heavily breathed through your teeth your fist clenched against your side

“Tell me Siren, can a heart still break if it stops beating?” A man dressed in green armor approached your line of sight about to open the cage you red masked love slouched in the keys jingling in his slightly shaken hand

“Can your brain still pump blood if it's in my hands?” You muttered taking all your strength to propel your body up from under the sorcerer's hold your taking swords from your back the once silver blade wielding black before your fingertips you sliced the at the mans back him hissing in response

“I'll end your misery quick and precisely” You stated voice void of emotion before Shang ran at you while you blocked his attacks swiftly a black fog falling over the room making it difficult for him to maneuver his senses were overloaded he was at his full charge yet had nothing to force it on causing him to burn out your attacks came silently and stilly he was running himself dry exactly what you wanted him to

The voice of desire called out to him your silhouette shined through the gloomy dark fog your voice promised him everything he could conquer in the biggest dreams and most wealthy realms he followed the sound your form getting closer until he walked into the blade of your sword a grunt resetting on his lips as he kept walking pushing it further into him until his torso met with the base of black reflective piece yearning for the promise of his desires the source being the song that fell from your lips until he dropped to his knees unconscious

You didn't waste a lasting second running towards the cages Reptile unconscious from the poisoned smoke Johnny and Kenshi along with the reaming earth realm team was trained to withstand it become immune to a certain point you felt your body weakening but ignored its call to rest it had been days since they left since you had

“Oh Kenshi” You whisperer after taking the gate from its hinges off the swinging cage his body fell into yours as you gently lowered yourselves to the floor a more prominent black trail of smoke tracing to Johnny's enclosure wailing him free as he rushed towards you both you opening your arms making room for him to fit your eyes scanning over their bodies the Hollywood stars body you deemed fine apart from a couple battered bruises Kenshi on the other hand the red mask on his eyes made your heart pick up as your fingers inched towards his face rubbing your thumb against his cheek as he grunted holding back a whimper at the pain you gently pulled the red cloth from his eyes sucking in a sharp breath at she sight of his gouged eyes tears brought to your own as you pressed a shaky kiss to his forehead

“I'm here, I'm gonna find a way to heal you, I'll find a way”

“We’ll find a way” Johnny mumbled into your armor clothed shoulder as you rocked the three of you back and forth. It would work, you'd find a way.

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ltash · 6 months ago

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Hide and Seek

In the mortal world, when I thought you were my enemy, I still missed you." "My sweet nemesis, how glad I am that you returned."

"Aye! Before you hide, tell me," he asked, curiosity in his voice. "The sniper you bought has a long range. Why'd ya need that? I mean, y'could have got a short range one."

"You'll know soon enough," I replied with a wink. "I'm gonna hide now."

With that, I turned and ran towards the back, adrenaline pumping as I searched for the perfect hiding spot.

I made my way towards the back, realizing that hiding inside the mansion wouldn't be a good idea. "Underground parking," I decided, throwing my slippers into the bushes and quietly making my way to the entrance.

I reached the end of the stairs, and the parking area was brightly lit with hundreds of LED lights on the ceiling. A line of exotic cars stretched out before me, mostly sports cars, offering no suitable hiding spots beneath them.

At the last spot, I saw my G-Wagon. "Yes!" I exclaimed softly, running over and lying under the car.

I giggled to myself, confident that Ghost would assume I was hiding somewhere inside the mansion. He would have no idea that I was here, tucked away under a car.

I waited and waited. Fifteen minutes had passed, and my anticipation was starting to give way to nervous excitement.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching downstairs.

"Luvvie!" Ghost called out.

"Love!" he called again, playfully.

"I know you're here. C'mon out," he said.

I saw his boots as he methodically checked the interiors of the cars through their windows, one by one. I couldn't stop giggling, so I put my hand over my mouth to stifle the sound. The thrill of being so close yet hidden added to the excitement of the game.

"C'mon out, love," he chuckled. "You're in here, innit?" he called, his voice echoing slightly in the underground parking.

He then approached the G-Wagon and took a look inside.

"Not here too. C'mon, where are you, luvvie?" he asked again, sounding amused and slightly puzzled.

I held my breath, trying to remain completely silent, my heart racing as he stood so close. The thrill of almost being found made the moment even more exhilarating.

"Don't play these little games with me, eh?" he said, his voice tinged with playful warning. "Choices have consequences."

"Okay! I'm going out. You come out when you feel like," he added, and I saw him heading back to the stairs.

I sighed in relief and relaxed, laying there for a moment, thinking I'd won this round. But knowing Ghost, I stayed vigilant, expecting the unexpected.

I waited another five minutes, and just as I decided to emerge, the lights went out with a low hum.

My breath caught in my throat, and my heart began to race. I was alone in the parking lot, now enveloped in an impenetrable darkness. The silence was profound, and the shadows seemed to close in around me, amplifying the suspense and excitement of the game.

The darkness and deafening silence freaked me out. I knew it was him—he had switched off the lights. With no other choice, I slowly slipped out from beneath the car.

I had no idea where I was because everything was pitch black. Disoriented, I tried to find my bearings, feeling the walls as I moved cautiously through the inky void.

My hands touched the bonnet of the car, and I recognized it, giving me a hint of my location. Slowly, I used it as a guide, inching my way towards what I hoped was the exit. The familiarity of the car provided a small comfort amidst the overwhelming darkness.

A sudden rush of fear caught me, and I stood still where I was. My breath quickened, and I strained to hear any sound in the oppressive silence. The darkness felt even more suffocating, and I couldn't shake the feeling that Ghost was somewhere close, watching me.

I closed my eyes, straining to hear any noise coming my way. All I could hear was breathing.

His breathing.

From a distance, it grew louder and closer with each passing second. My heart pounded in my chest as the anticipation and fear mingled, creating a thrilling tension in the pitch-black parking lot.

There were no footsteps, only the sound of his breaths growing closer. He got nearer until he stood directly behind me, his body pressing against mine like a solid brick wall. Heat radiated from him, warming my back.

My heart pounded in my chest. He leaned in, his masked lips grazing my neck.

"Gotcha, luvvie!" he whispered in my ear.

Slowly, I turned around to face him. In the pitch-black darkness, only the skull of his mask was visible, shining eerily.

"Now, I'll take what's mine," his thick British voice echoed.

"And what exactly is that?" I whispered, my voice trembling with anticipation.

"You," he replied, the single word resonating with possessive intensity.

"So, is it your room or mine?" he asked, his voice dripping with playful menace.

I tried to run, but he swiftly wrapped his hands around my arms, pulling me towards him. My back hit his solid chest, and with effortless strength, he lifted me onto his shoulder.

I couldn't help but giggle. "Si-Simon!" I laughed, the thrill of the moment making me giddy.

"Laugh as much as you can, love," he said while carrying me upstairs. His grip was firm yet gentle, and the rhythm of his steps was steady. My giggles echoed through the house, mingling with the excitement and anticipation of what was to come.

He opened the door to his room and closed it with a push of his foot. Gently, he set me down on the bed and stood before me, his imposing figure silhouetted against the dim light. The atmosphere was charged with an electrifying intensity, and I could feel the anticipation building between us.

I stood up and walked towards the dresser, where I saw his lighter and a cigarette box. I turned on the lighter and began to light the scented candles arranged around the room. Their warm, soothing scent soon enveloped the space, creating an intimate and tranquil atmosphere.

He came to me and gently held my hand, guiding me to the mirror. Standing behind me, his towering and broad frame made me look even smaller in comparison. His eyes were fixed on my reflection in the mirror.

"Look at you. Pretty little thing," he murmured, leaning in and resting his chin on my shoulder. His breath was warm against my skin.

"What did I do to deserve you?" he asked, his arms wrapping securely around my tiny waist, pulling me closer. The intimacy of the moment was overwhelming, filling me with a deep sense of connection and affection.

My knees felt weak with him so close. I could feel his growing arousal pressing at my lower back through the think silk fabric of my slip dress. The heat between us was palpable, and the anticipation made my heart race even faster.

"I laid my eyes on you, and I need you, Ghost," I whispered, turning my face towards him. Our faces were merely inches apart, his masked visage veiled in shadow. The intensity of our proximity sent a shiver down my spine, and I could feel the raw desire building between us.

"Even after coming to know what I do? Who I am?" he whispered in my ear, his voice heavy with the weight of his confession. "I am a killer. I kill people. I have blood on my hands."

He looked at my face in the mirror and showed me his gloved hands which I gently held in mine interwining his fingers with mine.

"You do it for your country, not for your own satisfaction. I only know you as my protector, who doesn't care about his life but mine," I added, my words filled with understanding and acceptance. Despite the darkness of his past, I saw the light within him, the unwavering dedication to his duty and the love he held for me.

"You do what is right. You get your hands dirty so that the world stays clean. You are the bravest soul I know," I said, turning around to look into his eyes.

In that moment, I saw not just the man behind the mask, but the hero who sacrificed everything for the greater good.

My admiration for him only grew stronger, knowing the depth of his convictions and the sacrifices he made for others.

"Everything that comes near me gets destroyed. I'm afraid I will end up destroying you too," he said, his voice tinged with sorrow and fear.

I reached out and gently cupped his face in my hands, looking deeply into his eyes. "You've already shown me more love and protection than I ever thought possible. And I'm willing to stand by your side, no matter what challenges come our way. Together, we can face anything," I reassured him.

I gazed into his eyes, my heart overflowing with love and longing. "I want you to make me yours, mark me, hide me from the world," I confessed, laying bare my deepest desires.

In that moment, I yearned for nothing more than to be wholly his, to be enveloped in his love and protection, shielded from the harshness of the outside world.

He touched his forehead to mine, and his words resonated in the quiet space between us. "All the women who came into my life were just a one-night stand. I never thought any woman would fall in love with me, but you," he paused, his voice filled with emotion, "you are still untouched."

"I want to devour you, but once I start, I cannot stop. But I will never hurt you," he confessed, his vulnerability laying bare the depths of his desire and the weight of his past. In that moment, I understood the gravity of his words and the sincerity of his intentions.

Tears welled up in my eyes, my breath becoming shaky as emotions overwhelmed me. My lips quivered with the intensity of my longing. "I just want you. I need you right now," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper.

My heart pounding with anticipation and desire, knowing that in that moment, I was ready to surrender myself completely to him.

"If loving you means my destruction then let it be."

"I love you Simon." I said.

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witchthewriter · 2 years ago

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: all characters are over the age of 18! :)

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ

ENTP

Ravenclaw

Chaotic Good

Gemini Sun, Aries Moon, Aquarius Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・You’re light in not only Stiles’ life, but the whole group.

・They come to you when life feels too much.

・You’re there with the kettle on, ready to hear their problems and read their tea leaves

・There’s always an animal worming their way around your legs, either a cat or one of your dogs

・You adopt as many animals as you can, usually from Alan Deaton, the vet.

・Scott likes you because you bring a sense of calm to Stiles’ chaos

・And Stiles didn’t realise he had a crush on you until Scott pointed it out.

・You constantly have to bring Stiles back down to earth. His mind is constantly racing and thinking about the next problem

・Stiles couldn’t help but fall in love with you. You were always so kind to him. When everyone else thought he was ‘too much’, you couldn’t get enough

・ It was your smile that did it for Stiles. That sweet, sometimes mischievous smile.

・You originally thought Stiles was one of those sceptics that brushed the existence of magic as mere fiction

・But Stiles was the first one to believe in your witchcraft:

“We have werewolves, Banshees and god knows what else. A witch seems the most realistic.”

・When the group doesn’t have any leads, they come to you for help. It’s not easy being a witch. It uses a lot of energy. You can do locating spells, but it drains you a lot

・Stiles hates coming to you for help because he knows how much it physically costs you

・Some teenagers like to graffiti your home - but they can only do it once. You’ve cast a spell so whoever tries to do it again loses their ability to talk normally

・It also means you know who’s been doing it

・Because parents panic and news always travels around town, the graffiti is next to non-existent now (also because Stiles makes sure to clean it off before you notice)

・He can be very, very stubborn. And often thinks he knows what is best.

・But he’s also ... very honest. So you know when he’s lying (he’s so bad at it):

“Stiles...tell me the truth.”

“The truth is ... that ... I ... am...- okay god stop looking at me like that.”

・Likes cuddling A LOT. But is fussy, and if he can’t get perfectly comfortable, then he wants to be the little spoon.

・Is a really heavy sleeper, and whenever he stays over at your place he’s the last to wake up

・LOVES when you make his favourite food. Literally falls in love, not even being dramatic. His mind is like ‘this is the one. I’m keeping them.’

・Loyal to. a. fault. Will die for you, will do everything in his power to keep you safe and out of danger. That’s another reason why he doesn’t like getting you involved in the supernatural stuff.

・You know exactly what he’s thinking, because you can see it clearly on his face.

・ “Stiles, do you tell my secrets to Scott?”

“Ugh, not the really secretive ones?”

・Sheriff Stilinksi loves you, he thinks you’re great for Stiles. You make his chaos less ... chaotic. He was a bit apprehensive about your witchcraft at first, but then he had the same outlook as Stiles. “At least you’re not a ...hellhound or something.”

・Stiles NEVER fails to make you laugh

・You find the most random things in his car. Ducktape, a metal baseball bat, keys to many, many buildings, rope. You asked him if he had a first aid kit, since he had everything else, and his eyes glazed over.

“I KNEW I was forgetting something. God!”

・You make protection amulets for him, and give him crystals. He doesn’t understand but takes them wholeheartedly anyway

・His favourite crystals are labradorite (”because I like when it shines, duh”), malachite and blue tiger’s eye

・Vending machines are his mortal enemy and if he sees one he forbids you from using it (you use it anyway)

・Having weekly meals at his father’s place

・You were really really good friends with Allison, and her death was heavy for you.

・Adores going to metaphysical stores with you. He picked out a deck of tarot cards (wants to pay but you never let him. So he tries to gift you as many things as you’ll need, so he can buy them)

𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑷𝒆𝒕 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒀𝒐𝒖: You’d think he would be very open with nicknames for you. But he’s very embarrassed by it. Not embarrassed of you, but of showing you verbal affection. After being in a stable relationship for a while, he would start calling you names like ‘sweetheart,’ or ‘honey’, especially when you weren’t listening to his warnings

𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆: Physical Touch and Words of Affirmation. He’s always on the go and can feel like you aren’t a part of his world. But you always make sure to leave little trinkets in his pockets or in his car.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

Romantic Flight by John Powell

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

Chaotic Dumbass (Stiles) x Oh God That’s My Chaotic Dumbass (You)

Gifts Rocks As Gifts x Takes The Rocks Without Question

Talks A Lot (Stiles) x Likes To Listen (You)

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆:

It’s Always Been You

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rsatoru · 4 months ago

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Fans consider the 25th of July to be a "SatoSugu day": the ship's name in Japanese (条五, pronounced "natsu go") means 725 — 07/25. The ship name GoGe literally translates to "five summers".

Anyway, it should be okay. We’re the strongest.

SATORU TO SUGURU, CHAPTER 66

Satoru – “You scared?”

Suguru – “Not really. We should be fine. We’re the strongest.”

— Chapter 72

Yaga – “Why did you let him go?”

Satoru – “Are you... really asking me that?”

Yaga – “No, you’re right... I’m sorry.”

— Chapter 78

There’s no way I would mistake his residuals.

SATORU TO YAGA, CHAPTER 0.3

It was my best friend. My one and only.

SATORU TO YUTA, CHAPTER 0.4

Satoru – “Now, now, don’t be spouting crazy talk to my students.”

Suguru – “Satoru! It’s been so long!”

— Chapter 0.3

Suguru – “Sorry, Satoru. The girls want to try the crepe shop on Takeshita Street. I’ll be on my way.”

Satoru – “Leaving? Not on my watch.”

— Chapter 0.3

Satoru Gojo is Master Geto’s one and only best friend, after all.

MIMIKO AND NANAKO, CHAPTER 112

My six eyes tell me you’re Suguru Geto. But my soul knows otherwise!

SATORU, CHAPTER 90

“I could't follow him. I couldn't stop him.”

GOJO THINKING ABOUT GETO[4]

Someone who doesn't want to be saved is like the setting sun sinking into the mountains. No matter how you hold out your hand, there's no way to reach them. There was no way to reach him.

GOJO THINKING ABOUT GETO, JUJUTSU KAISEN 0 (LIGHT NOVEL)[5]

Gojo Satoru. His appearance meant that this was the end. Or rather, to Geto — there was no other way this could end. In that way, it was easier to accept that this was his fate.

JUJUTSU KAISEN 0 (LIGHT NOVEL)[6]

The strongest sorcerer; the wickedest curse user. Now they were mortal enemies, as irreconcilable as oil and water. Yet now, as they chatted on this little road by Jujutsu Tech, it was hard not to remember. To remember the past, when they laughed together. Idly chatting in the classroom, getting lectured by Yaga, walking shoulder-to-shoulder. What they were doing, what they wanted to do, what they wanted to make of themselves — as long as the two of them were together, none of that was ever in doubt. Days like that, long ago.

JUJUTSU KAISEN 0 (LIGHT NOVEL)[7]

Gojo felt like he didn't know what face to make. His words, his every expression, even his bad habits — they made Gojo feel like each one was full of nostalgia, to the point of fond annoyance. A conversation between the two of them alone, ten years separated. Before it became a curse, Gojo opened his mouth.

JUJUTSU KAISEN 0 (LIGHT NOVEL)[8]

To live for the purpose of being yourself. And for that goal, Geto could only continue to pursue his twisted dream, drowning himself in the curse that lies in the gap between ideal and reality. This was the final confession of a man who could only choose to warp himself, who had erased himself in pursuit of his goals. The only person who could bear such a curse was Gojo Satoru. Where did it go wrong? And how could they start over again?

JUJUTSU KAISEN 0 (LIGHT NOVEL)[9]

Moments * After Toji’s death both Satoru and Suguru inherited what was left of him: Satoru took in his children, Megumi and Tsumiki, while Suguru got posession of his another “child”, worm-like cursed spirit that called Geto “mother”.

* Geto’s execution order was issued right after the village massacre; Gojo has been postponing the task for 10 years after that.

* In a private conversation with Yuta Okkotsu, Gojo admits to his student, that he has a personal theory about love being the most twisted curse.[10] The only known negative incident in Gojo's personal life was caused by Geto, who betrayed Gojo and became a criminal.

* In their final scene together, Geto tells Gojo that in this world he cannot really laugh from the bottom of his heart. Gojo's final words to Geto are unknown, but whatever he said made Suguru laugh for the last time in his life.

* In chapter 0.4, Gojo tells Yuta that Geto is the only close friend he’s ever had. It is notable, that Gojo uses the present tense in the original Japanese panel, even though Geto’s life has just ended.[11]

* Gojo refused to send Geto’s body to Shoko Ieiri for an autopsy (and subsequent cremation).[12]

* While discussing their strategy to immobilize Gojo in order to seal him, curse Jogo says, “Even a thousand measly human lives wouldn’t be enough to distract him!”[13] It turns out to be true; Gojo mercilessly kills a thousand mutated people, but Geto’s appearance stupefies him and leads to his defeat.

* During the battle with Hanami and Jogo, Satoru deactivates his Limitless Cursed Technique, and fights the curses only using his cursed energy and physical attacks. A mere hour before Gojo is successfully sealed by an imposter wearing Geto’s body, Jogo notes that nothings seems to be able to stop Gojo (“Is there anything you don’t have?!”).

* When Geto’s body reacts to Satoru’s words adressing him, Geto’s imposter notices that it is the first time when it disobeyed him.

* When Mei Mei meets Pseudo-Geto, she wonders why he is still alive and whether he and Gojo have been conspiring and working together all this time (although, she discards that thought).

* The Jujutsu Kaisen 0 light novel mentions that the events that happened to Geto and Gojo's inability to help his only friend led Satoru to choose his path as a teacher.[14]

* In the same light novel, when Geto leaves the college after notifying everyone about The Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, Gojo watches him go and sees the "shape of his soul" (夏油の魂の形 in the original text).

Behind the Scenes

Gege – “How to put it, through making it Satoru (and) Suguru—”

Interviewer – “[You wanted] to get it to feel duo like.”

Gege – “Also meaning wise... a natural born genius and a genius through effort — well, not exactly — but I kind of wanted to have that difference in nuance.”

— Gege Akutami about choosing Suguru's name.[15]

The kesa... I may be mistaken but the kesa here is most likely called "gojou-kesa". When I was researching kesa, there were several different ones and this one was apparently called gojou-kesa, so I recall figuring "oh isn't this just right".

GEGE AKUTAMI ON GETO'S WARDROBE.[16]

I was lectured by director Park and the sound director before recording [the scenes] where Geto talks to Gojo, since the relationship between those two is special.

TAKAHIRO SAKURAI, GETO'S JAPANESE VA[17]

Lines they exchange often have a different distance from the others, and there are words that can only be understood between the two of them.

TAKAHIRO SAKURAI EXPLAINING THE PARTICULARITY OF GETO AND GOJO'S RELATIONSHIP.[18]

The last [scene with] Gojo and Geto... no, it might be better to describe it as Satoru and Suguru's back and forth banter along with their expressions. That scene lingers in my ears.

TAKAHIRO SAKURAI ON SCENES FROM THE MOVIE THAT LEFT AN IMPRESSION ON HIM.[19]

Interviewer – “Do you see any difference between Gojo from the anime series and the movie?”

Nakamura – “I could really feel a big difference between Gojo from this two hour movie and the anime that had been on air for six months. In the TV anime Gojo didn't talk about himself, so you couldn't see his human nature, but in the movie, the way he interacts with Okkotsu, and emotions he has when facing Geto help to show his own human nature.”

— Yuichi Nakamura (Gojo's Japanese VA).[20]

Interviewer – “What do you hope the audience will pay extra attention to?”

Park – “I hope people will watch it with Gojo and Geto's relationship in mind.”

— Sunghoo Park, director of Jujutsu Kaisen 0.[21]

Last scene between Gojo and Geto is the best scene. Whole team worked hard to create a better atmosphere and tempo. It brings tears to my eyes when I watch it.

SUNGHOO PARK, DIRECTOR OF JUJUTSU KAISEN 0.[22]

I think the main topic of [Jujutsu Kaisen 0] is love. Okkotsu and Rika's story is a story that's based on love. Aside from that, although it's not exactly the same love, I think there's still a kind of heart-to-heart understanding between Gojo and Geto. They were once good classmates; now their relationship has turned upside down. Okkotsu and Rika, Gojo and Geto: they're all cases where love could've helped them grow, but instead it became a curse. I think this detail is one of the special points of the movie.

SUNGHOO PARK'S THOUGHTS ON THE CORE OF JUJUTSU KAISEN 0.[23]

The pairing attracts a lot of people due to the characters’ connection they formed as young adults and the sorrows that followed. Their contrasting aesthetics, personal views, and eventually their opposing positions in the jujutsu world make them a fascinating dynamic to explore. Another thing that sparks interest in the fanbase is that despite Gojo’s omnipotence and absolute invincibility, he has one weakness, which turns out to be the memory of his dead friend.

Many fans view Gojo and Geto’s falling out as a break up or divorce, there are a lot of fan works (art and fanfiction) made surrounding the theme of ex romantic partners. One of the most popular concepts is Geto and Gojo breaking up in front of KFC, which leads to humorous fan arts like this or this and even playlists (for example). A great amount of works focuses on the time period between Geto’s turn and Volume 0, when Gojo and Geto are considered to be on the opposite sides of the law (fulfilling the trope Love Across Battlelines). Given Satoru and Suguru’s story is undoubtedly tragic, many fan works on AO3 are dedicated to studying such emotional states as heartbreak, loss, grief, e.g.

Another trope explored in fanfiction and fan arts is found family, considering Gojo became Tsumiki and Megumi’s guardian, while Geto took responsibility of raising two girls — Mimiko and Nanako (like here, here, or here). Some AUs include Suguru being mentally stable and becoming a teacher at Jujutsu High along with Satoru (and getting to know Satoru’s students). This inspires many artists to come up with different, often comical, ideas of what their day-to-day life would be like. While some prefer to reminisce on the sorcerers’ youth, others like to explore what their life could be like if Geto came back and took control of his body (like depicted in this comic or in this AO3 work). Often SatoSugu feature works dedicated to other pairings as a background couple, especially in ShokoHime fanfiction and artworks.

One of the most occuring motifs that artists tend to use in their works is a dragonfly (like here or here). Both Satoru and Suguru have connection to that insect: in one of the interviews, mangaka Gege Akutami admitted that now that Geto is dead with his body still automatically reacting to Satoru, his physical state could be compared to a dead dragonfly with its head ripped off: technically it is dead, but it keeps twitching post-mortem.[27] Some fans hope Gege was joking, and still belive in the possibility of his consciousness (or soul) coming back to him. In a flashback scene from manga, young Satoru can be seen wearing a dragonfly patterned yukata.

[28] Another thing about dragonflies that unites both Gojo and Geto is its Buddhist meaning. In Buddhissm, it represents the joining of Heaven and Earth as the dragonfly is one with the air and with the water at the same time. Famosly, Gojo quoted Buddha ("Throughout heaven and earth... I alone am the honored one") when he overcame his struggle and was symbolically reborn to join the fight against Toji. Artists mainly use the dragonfly as a symbol of the tragic turn the relationship between Satoru and Suguru took, and the unavoidable nature of fate.

There is another symbol. In the second opening VIVID VICE, Gojo can be seen walking in rain with a bouquet of white and blue flowers in his hand. Judging by the size, shape, and petal edges, these most likely are white calla lilies, gysophilia, and blue roses. White gypsophila from his bouquet, or baby-breath, is used for funeral flower arrangements and farewell ceremonies[29]; white calla lilies symbolize rejuvenation of the soul, love, and grief (often chosen for weddings and funerals).[30] Blue roses do not grow in nature, but can be hybridized or dyed; among other things, they signify unattainableness, a never-to-be-fulfilled wish, and impossible love.[31] Gojo is dressed in all black and is wearing his black shades, meaning he is on his day off, and chose to dress like that for some occasion.[32]

The fandom has taken liking to this interpretation, thus, flower bouquets comprised of blue roses often feature SatoSugu art pieces. Since blue roses are hard to produce, cosplayers (and some artists, too) tend to opt for blue hydrangea, flower that was first discovered and cultivated in Japan.

In Volume 0, Geto takes Mimiko and Nanako to a famous crêpe shop on Takeshita Street.[34] In the first light novel, months after Geto’s death, Yuji and Megumi wander somewhere in the Akihabara area (9 minutes from Takeshita Street by taxi) and see Gojo; they lose sight of him, and when they find him again, he is eating crêpes bought, judging by the package, in “a popular crêpe shop”.[35] Most popular crêperies in both areas belong to the same brand called Marion Crêpes. Fans believe that Gojo and Geto visited crepe shops when they were students, thus, in fan works they are often depicted getting crepes together, sometimes accompanied by their “children”.

The ship’s popularity reached the cosplayers, too. For example, in 2021, married couple from China with almost 7,5 million followers combined on Chinese social platform Weibo cosplayed the characters during CP28, Chinese Comic Con held in Shanghai. As seen in the video the couple posted, they were extremely popular, as the crowd of fans kept following them wherever they went.

this is a special repost to my past satosugu analysis

posted last 07.25.22 by @seouci only on tumblr.

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henrik--lund · 2 years ago

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@ledaholland

The old warrior used to think this life was his promised Valhalla once. Losing his wife and children to war, famine, and sickness, Henrik once felt cursed by the gods when he was a mortal man. To reach his age was something to celebrate, but to reach it alone with nothing but old wounds to show for it was a burden. He had been a simple farmer for a time, trying his hand at a good, honest life. He wanted to provide for his family and protect them, all while leading a simple life, but fate had other plans for him. Fate, as it were, wished for Henrik to return to the battlefield to take his final breaths. Fate, took his family and home from him and forced a weapon back into his hand. Fate placed him with that band of men sent to explore a foreign land, and in it's woods, fate left a creature, hungry and brutal, waiting for him. The night was black all around them and Henrik and his company had not taken torches with them to avoid warning the enemy of their coming. The caked the bare parts of their skin with mud, donned black clothes and hides and tread softly and slowly across the ground. They were hunting something. Something they didn't know was hunting them right back…

Henrik shot up from his bed, red and black sheets caressing his bare skin softly. It was a drastic opposite from the cold embrace of his daymare, and yet nothing new to him. He'd had the dream many a time, always the same, because it was not a dream, but a memory. An aging, tired, hopeless man with a bloodlust and nothing more to lose, surrounded by young men with so much life in them still. Every single one of them had been slaughtered that faithful night, and Henrik was next. He lay on his back, wounded and prepared to die and be with his family. Instead, the creature took pity on him. Or maybe it saw something in him that changed it's bloodthirsty mind. Dipping in and out, feeling Death's cold grip beginning to nip at his fingers, something warm, thick, and metallic coated Henrik's lips and tongue just before he faded from the world. When he woke up, He had found himself in a dark cave. There were no bodies of comrades around and all the pain he'd felt before passing out was gone. In fact, he felt stronger. His senses felt more alive than ever, and Henrik had never felt so invincible. It had lasted all of two minutes before an attempt to step outside the cave burned his flesh, the warm sun tearing his skin apart and making him dash back into the cave.

He stayed in that cave for days, afraid and grieving, until hunger drove him into the woods again. He soon found that at night he could travel freely, and thus began his new life as a vampire. The centuries passed both slowly and quickly after that. He had learned, travelled, accumulated wealth, and done things he never thought possible. Still, it was nothing without someone to share it with. That was why Henrik took a wife. Her beauty stunned him and her strength was too alluring to ignore. For the first time in his life, Henrik had understood why he had been turned when he saw Leda. Something in her eyes called to him, and he had to give her his power. Of course, she resented him for it. Often she would attack him with fists and words for what he'd done to her, but in the end, Henrik knew that they were always going to be together and that she was the one person to understand him.

Turning onto his side, he faced the woman and stroked his hand down her pale, sculpted cheek. It was not yet dark , but the light from the sun outside was heavily hidden through thick, dark curtains. " I saw the dream again." He said almost softly. As embarrassing as it was, Henrik wanted to be comforted by her. "It was so vivid… I could feel the sun on my skin…"

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orginllazyblog · 1 year ago

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Enemies to Lovers

Lucian's Orgin

Featuring: Headcanon's of Kingdom of Heroes

Enjoy!

In Twisted Wonderland universe, a kingdom was established by a hero who was said to be mighty like a God with his incredible strength. That is how the Kingdom of Heroes started. The hero then left a phropercy for his people:

"Citizens...it has come to me that I will be leaving the mortal world to reunite with my wife who passed away before me. Don't worry about me, as there will be a vessel that me and my friend's who will be watching. Hair as white like light magic and dark blue eyes like mines and the ocean.

As the White Knight vessel finds their true love so we can regain back to the mortal world."

Now that the first king passed away, true darkness raise to take over the Kingdom, and the other monarch's.

_______________________________

Centuries passed, but there was no news of the white knight vessel. Everyone soon believe it might of been a myth or a fairytale.

Then, a bright light shine above, the light directing to a far away town. Their present ruler, the young princess, soon to be wed, commanded her court members to search for the vessel and to bring it here.

The search team returning at the palace, one of the members was carrying something that peeked everyone's attention.

"Is that what I think it is?"

"I think so."

The princess and her fiance sitting at their throne as everyone who is present quietly silent down.

"Your royal highness. Here is the white knight vessel the first king promised us centuries ago."

"Excellent job. Now my future queen, we should begain the ceremony of welcoming the vessel."

"Before we start the ceremony, my dear. May I please hold the young one."

The person holding the baby, give it to the princess as she couldn't help but smile at the baby.

"It is exactly as the first king foretold. Hair as white as white magic, and your eyes are as deep blue as the ocean. I shall give you your first gift, your name; Lucian Mackinely."

The ceremony was annouced world wide. Kings, Queens, Sultans, and others were invited to meet the white knight vessel. There were parties that lasted for a month. The Kingdom of Heroes

As the fun lasted, the princess say goodbye to the guests as they left. But where is her fiance? He should have also said his goodbyes as he will soon be a king.

"Dear? Where on twisted wonderland are you?"

The princess searchinng her fiance around the palace, she heard voices coming from the library room.

"The ceremony went well as I expected, your higness."

"Indeed. Now we can begain the plan onto taking over this kingdom. With that kid, I'll train him to be a puppet instead of a real knight."

"What about her highness?"

"What can she do? Her parents are dead, and her other relatives are dead too so that no one can take the throne other than me. She's only to sit on her throne as a pretty doll face who only listens to her king. That is how it should be."

Oh no...oh no

The princess thought her family died by natural causes. She thought he loved her, only to figure out he is only using her as a chess piece.

Now knowing the real truth, it all made sense for her. She quietly went to the nursery room where Lucian is sleeping at his crib.

"Lucian Mackinley, I am sorry but you can't stay here. You'll feel safe anywhere but here. You will need to find your true love in order to overpass him."

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Now that I been thinking about it, there has never been an event happening at Kingdom of Heroes...yet

I read it at ao3, where someone headcanon that it could be where Hercules becomes a king of Heroes as he is a well known hero. idk

I probably won't write a whole fiction as I couldn't upload my other one here, just scenarios

bye bye!

#twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #twst lucian mackinley #twst noble sevens #twst kingdom of heroes #disney heroes

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awalkoflife · 2 months ago

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for harrison, what sets rue apart, aside from her professionalism, is her unwavering honesty. her ability to remind someone who wasn't part of her world that she wasn't any different. she was still human, with her own flaws and quirks and imperfections. the realm of CELEBRITY had a great way of masking a person's humanness. he'd come to learn that the second he started to work with actors. for the most part, the majority of them were happy to be morphed into whatever creation hollywood expected of them. everyday, they became less and less mortal. he brings his cigarette back to his lips, quietly mulling over her last comment. i'm not really the way people think i am. the sentiment resonates with him on a cellular level, reaching down to the dark corners of himself that he rarely let see the light of day. "you ever think you might be your own worst enemy sometimes?" he didn't know for sure, but if he had to guess, the answer was already looking at him. both silently mirroring the other's pain and trauma.

"for what it's worth though, i think you're pretty heroic. having to stick your tongue down logan paul's throat for five minutes and pretend to like it? guy's a fuckin' walking red flag." the fact he was even making a cameo appearance in the movie was a joke, let alone how he managed to score the opportunity to make-out with rue's character. harrison shook his head in disapproval, blowing smoke out of his mouth and away from her. "YOU'RE REAL, is what i'm trying to say." her performances were captivating, but that's not the only thing that mattered. beyond her work on screen, she had the ability to connect with her fans on a deeper level. "you give people hope, you're relatable to audiences and i'm not trying to sound like a fuckin' shrink here, but i think that's something to be proud of." he meant it, too. flicking cigarette ash into the tray, his eyes lock with hers, holding her gaze for a beat. it's a moment of quiet sincerity and honesty shared between friends. a safe space, which was something he always strived to be for her.

the conversation returns to their regularly scheduled PLAYFUL TEASING and he grins, "yeah, that might be a good shout if i had fuckin' people for you to call. gotta get myself an agent, eh? might ask logan for his." he takes another inhale, before turning to her again, laughing at her self-effaced commentary. "do you uh, do you like indian food?" their talk of sweet treats and baked goods gives him a segway into something he's been wanting to ask her for a couple weeks. "a buddy of mine is opening up his own restaurant over in santa montica next weekend. a few of the guys in the crew are coming; ellie, todd, hudson and kayla so far. i know it's a long shot that you've got a night off, but he makes the best fuckin' tikka masala in the state. he's cooked it in my kitchen before, so i'm not bullshitting you. it's been a long time coming for him." harrison pulls out his phone and sends her a pic of his dining table, kitted out with ceramic dishes filled with delicious indian cuisine. "he's a really talented guitar player too. some guys get all the luck, i guess."

disappointed is a way to put it. "never meet your HEROES, right?" is the best way she can put it, her words a fumble. she's a fuck up. a terrible person. she still couldn't quit drugs, and like, she was barely functional when she wasn't working. holding to together for projects like this was all that really kept her going sometimes, which was like, maybe why she was always doing her best to hold onto these. knowing all too well the kind of trouble that could swallow her whole if she let it. and like, people seeing that? well, that part's the hardest bit, isn't it? because with the highs, came the lows... and with the lows, she knew she had to do her best to stuff that shit where nobody could see it in her. "i'm not really the way people think i am." she's seen the tiktok edits. the stupid commentary videos. they think she's all firm and professional and private and careful, when really, like...

in a lot of ways she was still just deeply shy as a person. who only really liked to hang out with people who felt real to her, like harrison. he didn't try to make them hanging out like, a big fucking deal or make her feel like, othered. in fact, he tells her he feels that way often, on set, and it leaves her confused, doing her best now to go out of her way to THANK EVERYONE who really did do the more magical parts of filming that she just, like, could never understand. it always rattles and surprises her, the idea that she's suddenly famous - like, that wasn't meant to be in the cards for her. she just like, did dumb shit on camera, cried, and looked impressively pained while doing it ( well, yeah, she had a lot of practice, didn't she? ). blushing a little as her head turned, teeth gnawing at her bottom lip. "i-i guess. i mean. sorta? i dunno, none of that really feels... real. do you know what i mean?"

but it slides. easier conversation, as her shoes kicked back and forth into the dirt. people passing, chatting, the lives of those always on the go and on set, something to do, or nothing at all. so much waiting done, more than anything, that real shock to rue when she started, but now? she savoured breaks like this where she could just, like, SHOOT THE SHIT with harrison, who was like, pretty cool company. a grin forming with his ask, brows raising right along with. "wait, so liiiiike, you're telling me that's all i need and i got your services? done! baked goods, cookies, edibles, weed, i'll like... have my people call your people." that teasing edge, with all the ego and pomp of half the people they both rolled their eyes about to one another always had out on display. "urgh, shoot me if i ever become like that, seriously."

- @awalkoflife

#redemptioninterlude #( muse interaction: harrison ft. rue )#( queue. )

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The Shift

Steve Harrington x Reader

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Summary: On a sweltering shift at family video, Steve Harrington gets on your nerves.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, Smut, fingering, dirty talk, grinding, PIV sex, semi-public sex, light degradation, enemies to lovers, slight period-correct sexism and homophobia from a customer

It’s positively sweltering inside Family Video today. The box fan on the front counter does absolutely nothing to cool you down, especially as the tension within you runs hotter than the outside sun itself.

You shouldn’t be here. Today was your day off and you’d had plans with your friends for a pool day to beat the heat, knowing that today was forecasted to be the hottest of the year so far. Instead, you’ve been roped in to cover for Robin. And as much as you love her, part of you kinda secretly hopes she chokes on the milkshake she’s probably enjoying on her date right about now.

You don’t really want her to choke of course. You’ve been hyping her up for her eventual first date with Vicki for a long time now. It warms your cold, dead, perennially single heart to see your friend getting something she’s really wanted. Something she never thought would happen for her, especially not in Hawkins, Indiana.

But Hawkins, Indiana is exactly where you wish you weren’t right now. You’d rather be somewhere cool. Somewhere with ice and a breeze and fresh air.

Somewhere without Steve Harrington.

“You’ve been hogging the fan all day, trainee. Come on, give another sweaty bastard a turn.”

Speak of the devil.

You turn and glare directly into the face of your nemesis. Okay, nemesis is a little bit of an exaggeration. You aren’t mortal enemies, perhaps, but you would love to smack his smug face. Just once.

“For the last time. Stop calling me that. I have been working here almost as long as you,” you huff, not bothering to move an inch out of the radius of the fan.

“That doesn’t change the fact that I am the one who trained you. Making you - eternally - my trainee,” Steve responds, elbowing his way around you and into the line of semi-cool air.

“I was literally hired a month after you.”

“Doesn’t change the fact that I showed you the ropes.”

“Only because the manager spent the night passed out in the ditch behind the liquor store.” You finish reboxing your last rewound tape, clicking it closed with a definitive snap.

“Hey. Jessie’s doing really well in rehab these days. Give him a break.” Steve pulls the stocking cart up and around to the counter and reaches for the tapes you’d just stacked. You yank them away from his grasp and haul them over to the cart yourself.

“And by ‘showed you the ropes’ are you referring to the fact that you broke the label maker in front of me and taught me how to get free snacks out of the break room vending machine?” You start pushing the cart towards the comedy section, not bothering to wait for Steve’s response.

“Hey! You should be thanking me for every bag of Reese’s Pieces I see you scarfing each day.” Steve comes up jogging behind you, grabbing the copy of Weird Science out of your hand before you can shelve it.

“Shut up, Harrington. As if you aren’t slamming M&M’s by the bushel.” You try to reach for the tape but he holds it up out of your reach. Damn his stupid height.

“Don’t you dare act like M&M’s aren’t the superior candy.”

“They melt in your hand - ,”

“So do Reese’s Pieces!” Steve cries out, interrupting you.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Steve. I forgot that a handful of goopy M&M’s are what helped E.T. assimilate to this planet,” you say, rolling your eyes and abandoning Weird Science to his grasp. Let him shelve the damn thing. You move on to the next aisle.

Steve, of course, follows behind.

“You and that stupid little alien.” Which of course makes you round on him, to which he throws Weird Science up in front of himself as a shield.

“E.T. is a seminal piece of filmmaking and Spielberg’s best work to date, so don’t you get started again -,”

“Oh bullshit. His best work?” Steve’s brow is furrowed darkly as if you’ve committed some irredeemable act instead of simply disagreeing with his film opinions.

“Um, excuse me? A little help here?” The voice of Ms. Jenkins, elderly and snippy, issues from the front counter where she stands with a handful of tapes. You give Steve a mean look and bound over to your solitary customer.

“Yes of course, let me ring you up, ma’am,” you say sweetly, making quick work of checking to make sure the tapes are rewound before scanning and reading off the total to her. You always have to double check that tapes are rewound because you sure as hell can’t be certain that Steve has done his job when that particular chore is on his list of responsibilities.

By the time Ms. Jenkins is out the door with her rentals, Steve’s pushed the cart to the shelves closest to the counter, lazily fingering the spines of the horror tapes in a bored pursuit of a particular alphabetic location.

“Jaws.”

“I’m sorry?”

“I said Jaws.”

“What about Jaws?” you ask with a sigh, leaning your hip against the counter and crossing your arms.

“Spielberg’s best movie.”

“Grow up, Harrington.”

“Excuse me?!” Steve drops the tape he’s holding and rushes over to you with fists raised. “Are you suggesting there’s something childish about enjoying Jaws?”

“Maybe,” you shrug, noncommittal. You don’t actually believe that, you just have found yourself in this rhetorical hole with Steve before and you don’t really want to get into an actual discussion. That and you love riling him up. It’s easier than committing to a movie to pop into the vcr above the counter and just as entertaining.

“You…I just…ughh.” Steve seems at a loss for words as he grapples with your vague criticism as if it isn’t the thousandth time you’ve had this argument. “That movie is a mature, grown up cinematic masterpiece and I can prove it. Number one,” he holds up one finger. “It is gory as hell. There’s a fuck ton of blood.”

“Violence is your evidence of maturity, Harrington?”

Steve scoffs at you and lifts up a second finger.

“Number two, the score is iconic.” He hunches a little and starts stalking towards you slowly, predatorily. “Duuun uh, duuun uh, dun uh dun uh dun uh - ,”

“I know the score, Steve!” you speak over his crescendoing vocalization.

“Come on! That’s iconic!” You roll your eyes but nod.

“I mean yeah. You got me there.”

“Ahah!” Steve punches the air as if he’s one some massive victory rather than simply receiving your noncommittal agreement on one part of a larger argument. He holds up a third finger. “And to round us out with number three - tits.”

Exactly as he says ‘tits’ - proudly and loudly, you notice - an elderly gentleman walks into the store. He freezes in the doorway looking at the two of you, clearly affronted.

“Good afternoon, sir! Let us know if you need any help!” you hastily speak up, distancing yourself from Steve and plastering on a huge smile. The man harumphs and walks into the store, grumbling something about ‘kids these days.’ You turn and shoot daggers at a sheepish looking Steve.

“Tits? Really?” Your whisper comes out poisonous.

“What’s more mature than tits?” he asks, equally hushed.

“Obviously not you, moron.” You start making your way back to the cart but stop in your tracks, thinking. Instead, you turn back and whisper to him. “Wait…when are there tits in Jaws?”

~*~

Ten minutes later, after the disapproving customer had checked out, copy of Cocoon in hand (a little on the nose, something you tried not to laugh about as you rang him up), you and Steve both stand huddled near the tv hooked up to the VCR.

You’re watching the opening sequence, where two teens are giving each other eyes across the way at a bonfire party. It’s charged. It’s flirtatious. The girl gets up and heads towards the beach, the guy following in hot, drunken pursuit.

It’s a cute moment. A calm before the storm, you think, because of course you know better. You know what’s going to happen in just a few moments. But suspended in time, this couple’s cat and mouse game is sexy. It’s playful.

It’s not the point of the scene, but you feel yourself getting riled up. Not exactly turned on but…what’s the word? Yearning? Pathetic. It’s been a little too long since you’ve gotten any and the heat is getting you your head, you reason with yourself internally.

As the girl gets closer to the water she begins discarding her clothes in preparation for what everyone knows will be her final skinny dip. As she does so, Steve hurtles forward and hits the pause button, freezing her perfectly in time as her shirt comes over her head revealing the silhouette of heavy breasts, mid swing.

“Tits!” Steve cries out, pointing directly at the revealed breasts on screen. “I fucking told you.”

“What do you want, Steve? A cookie?” You make sure your face stays neutral. You don’t want to give away the fact that the sexual implications of the scene have you all hot and bothered. Harrington doesn’t deserve that information.

“You said there weren’t any tits in Jaws.”

“I asked when were there tits in Jaws. I apologize that a pair of movie breasts didn’t imprint chemically in my brain the way they did for you.”

“I’m sorry. When did the prude switch shifts with the trainee? I didn’t get the memo.” Steve says haughtily, ejecting the tape from the VCR and putting it back in its case. Your jaw drops at his words but he pays you no mind, walking back to reshelf the movie. You run after him.

“I’m not a fucking prude, Harrington.”

“Oh I know you’re not. That’s what I’m getting at.” Steve slots Jaws back in its place and heads back towards the break room.

“And what is that supposed to mean?” you demand, hot on his trail.

“I’m at the same parties you go to, trainee. I’m not blind. You like to have a good time.” He shrugs, walking up to the beaten old vending machine. It’s much hotter here in the back room than it was out on the main floor, probably due to the lack of windows and fans. Steve kicks the corner of the vending machine and raps his knuckles against the side panel before reaching to type the code for the M&M’s. You lunge forward and beat him to it, slamming your finger down on a different button. “Fuck! Seriously?!”

“You’re really going to slut shame me? Here at work?” You ask, snatching the packet of Reese’s Pieces as it falls into the dispenser tray.

“The pot is very much calling the kettle black here, don’t you think?” Steve kicks the corner of the machine and taps the side again, but instead of beeping in recognition, the machine stays dormant. You pop a candy in your mouth smugly as Steve grunts in frustration.

“I’m not the whore of Hawkins, Harrington. But that might be a title with which you can identify.”

“Nice alliteration, brainiac.” Steve kicks the machine harder this time. Clearly with more malicious intent towards the hulking appliance rather than with the strategy of overriding the payment mechanism.

“You know about alliteration? You didn’t skip that lesson in English class to fondle a bimbo under the bleachers?” You pop another candy in your mouth and fan yourself. The heat is starting to get to you. It is suffocating in this room. Your collar is stuck to your neck and you grab at the front of your shirt, billowing it out to try and stimulate an internal breeze. You look up and find Steve staring at the place where your hand pulls at your clothes, but he’s quick to look away, shoving a hand through his messy hair.

“Oh yeah? I’m not the one pushing my tits together whenever a slightly attractive guy comes in. I swear I saw you almost put your hand down the pants of that ex-football loser who came in here looking for fucking Flash Gordon for the tenth time.”

You gasp at his audacity. Because how dare he say that to you but also because it is objectively untrue. You had lightly flirted with the man, sure. You were bored and he had broad shoulders. Sue you. But Steve has no right to any sort of commentary.

“I’m sorry Mr. This-way-to-the-romance-section-and-while-we’re-at-it-why-don’t-you-come-watch-it-at-my-place Harrington. A blonde with big boobs so much as thinks about walking in here and your eyes are popping out of your head and your tongue is trailing on the floor.”

“You’re using the description of a horny cartoon character to describe me? Nice. Real nice.” Steve bangs on the side of the machine with his fist one more time and you let out a groan.

“Stop beating up the vending machine, for fuck’s sake. Here!” You reach into your pocket and grab a dollar, thrusting it into his face. Steve swats your hand away.

“I have money, trainee.” He reaches into his own pocket and fishes out a dollar which he proceeds to jam unceremoniously into the slot.

You drop yourself into one of the seats at the lunch table and grab for a magazine to fan yourself with.

“Well if you’re so loaded, why are you always stealing snacks?”

Steve ignores you, punching in the correct code this time. When another packet of Reese’s Pieces drops instead of the M&Ms he’d asked for, he lets out massive cry of frustration.

“What the fuck?”

“Well that’s the funniest thing I’ve seen all day,” you say, crossing your arms in your seat and biting your lip to keep from smiling widely.

“What the FUCK!”

“Maybe it’s karma, for being such an asshole to me,” you shrug. Steve whips around, shooting you daggers.

“I’ve had it about up to here with you today, trainee.” He stalks over to the water cooler and rips out a little cone paper cup, accidentally pulling out three too many in the process. You continue fanning yourself with the magazine languidly.

“Oh wow, I’m so sorry dad.”

Steve actually barks a laugh at that and looks at you over his shoulder, filling the paper cup with room temp water.

“You’re not the first to make that association.”

“Oh gross, Harrington. I didn’t ask for insight into your sex life,” you pretend to gag.

Steve knocks back the water and crushes the paper cone in his fist, tossing it over his shoulder as he goes to join you at the table. You are positively irked to notice that he makes it perfectly into the trash without even looking.

“That’s not what I meant but I’m not opposed to being called daddy, fyi,” he says, winking at you.

“I’m sure you’re not. Seems right up your alley.” Your words are derisive but you can’t help the breathless quality they take on. It must be a side effect of this fucking heat. You’re not taking in air properly.

“Yeah? Well I’ll bet you’re really mean between the sheets.”

“Oh you’ll bet that?” you ask with a snort, trying to ignore the paradoxical shiver that runs through your body at the implication.

“Yeah. You seem to derive a sick pleasure from giving me a hard time. Wouldn’t be shocked if insults turn you on.”

“Not a super fan of being degraded, Steve. Sorry to burst your bubble,” you reply lightly. Like his suggestion didn’t just add a palpitation to your heart beat. Steve bites his lip contemplatively.

“Well I really meant that I think you like being the one to dish out the insults,” he clarifies. But then he’s leaning closer to you across the table, a smirk spreading across his face as he takes in the way your posture is scrunching defensively. “But actually now that I think of it…I feel like you probably would like being degraded.”

“Excuse me?” you exhale sharply, realizing you’d been holding your breath as his proximity increased.

“You’re a perfectionist. A good girl, or you are most of the time, as we’ve established.” Steve’s finger slides across the table towards you and your gaze locks on its approaching motion. “I could see you looking for an excuse to let go of all that pressure. To be bad.”

You’ve stopped breathing again, mesmerized by his slow words and the trajectory of his sliding finger. Then suddenly he’s reaching out and snatching the half empty bag of Reese’s Pieces from your grasp, upending it in the air above his face and crunching down on the remaining candy.

“Hey!” you cry out, lunging for him only to be stopped by his defensive hand outstretching and catching you, holding you an arm length away. Steve makes a face.

“It’s a crime that this is peanut butter instead of chocolate.”

You grab him by the front of the shirt and get very close to him, glaring up into his stupid, pretty face.

“You’ll pay for that, Steve Harrington.”

“Yeah? How?” he asks. His eyes are looking down into yours, the remnants of his smirk slowly fading from his face. The heat is sweltering. Hotter than it’s been during your entire shift and you really should run out the front door for some air before you pass out but…you’re rooted to the spot.

You inhale in order to respond - not even sure of what you’ll say once the words start flowing - but you’re immediately interrupted by the ding of the bell on the front door.

“Hello? Anybody here?”

The customer’s voice cuts through the tension between you and you let go of Steve’s shirt like it’s on fire.

“Just a minute!” you call out in your sing-song-y customer service voice. You hear Steve groan behind you but you don’t give him a second thought as you dash out onto the floor of the store.

The same grumpy man from earlier stands at the counter, grumpier than ever and brandishing his tape towards you.

“I got all the way home just to realize that the wrong tape is in this blasted box.” He wrenches open the case for Cocoon to reveal a copy of Tootsie. You try not to laugh at his absurdly wounded expression and grab the tape from him.

“I am so sorry, sir, we’ll get this sorted for you,” you assure, turning around to let out a silent chuckle. You shuffle through the bare tapes on the counter and find the correct one, silently cursing Steve for his disorganization.

“This is unacceptable, young lady,” the old man grumbles as you put the Cocoon tape in its box.

“Everyone makes mistakes, unfortunately.”

“I expect a higher quality of service. I fought on D Day, you know.”

“We did not know that, thank you for your service,” Steve mumbles sarcastically coming up beside you behind the counter. The man doesn’t catch his facetiousness and wags a fervent finger.

“That’s right. I should be treated with some respect.”

“Without a doubt,” Steve replies. You silently snap the tape box closed and hand it over, trying not to look annoyed.But the man doesn’t take it from you. Instead he points over at the stack of tapes where you had placed the copy of Tootsie.

“She tried to give me a movie with a man in a dress,” he accuses and you scoff. Steve glances over, clocking which movie it is and no doubt realizing that the mistake was his own.

“Well, I’ll be honest with you, she was doing you a favor, because Dustin Hoffman is just a delight - ,”

“As her manager, I think you should fire her,” the man interrupts Steve.

“Excuse me?” you ask, shocked at his audacity. Steve holds his hands up in a time out symbol.

“First of all, I’m not her manager, and second of all. She’s done nothing wrong.”

“She gave me a fruity movie!” the man cries out.

“Ok then,” you push away from the counter and head towards the back room, completely done with this interaction.

“Sir, fruit is delicious,” Steve argues, distracted as he watches you stalk off to the back, anxious to follow. The old man wags his finger even more violently.

“I’ll be telling the owner, just you wait. Do you take me for a fruit, young man?” he raises his voice.

“Yeah a raisin, sir. Please get out of my store.” Steve’s voice lowers in tone, but the authority in it increases tenfold. “Now.”

~*~

Steve finds you pacing around the break room, a paper water cone crushed in your hand. He approaches to comfort you, but the second he enters, you round on him.

“How could you do that to me?”

“Do what? Defend you?” Steve’s bewildered by your reaction, hands up in the air in front of himself defensively.

“I wouldn’t need defending if you weren’t such a fuck up at your job, Steve.” You flail a hand in the direction of the front counter.

“You said it yourself that everyone makes mistakes.”

“I was lying, Harrington. I don’t make mistakes. You make enough for the both of us.” You go to turn away from him but he grabs your elbow.

“Oh what, and you’re Ms. Fucking Perfect? Huh?” You wrench your elbow out his grasp.

“In comparison to you? Hell yeah.”

“That’s rich,” Steve barks out a laugh, running a hand through the hair at the back of his head. His stance squares off with you and he too points out toward the front counter. “How many times have I had to save you from customers who are asking for films you’ve never fucking heard about?”

“Shut up, Steve,” you roll your eyes and Steve gets more emphatic.

“How many times have I had to come stop some creep who’s being weird to you?”

“Oh fuck you. My hero. My white knight, scaring away the big bad men,” you say in a mocking tone. You cross your arms over your chest and for the first time since walking into the back room Steve notices that you have unbuttoned a large portion of the top buttons on your shirt, probably due to the heat. With your arms folded over your chest, he can see your cleavage and he swallows. You notice and drop your arms with a scoff. “You fucking pervert. You’re no better than the rest of them!”

“What? What?!” Steve blusters, trying to play off the fact that you caught him staring.

“You’re a fucking horn dog, that’s what.”

“Oh please.” He turns around with a dismissive laugh and you step forward to follow him, staying in his space.

“You know what I think? I think the reason you give me a hard time is because I never gave you the time of day,” you declare, putting your hands on your hips. The heat is rising within you now. The air is stifling and electric around you as Steve takes an angry step closer to you and you feel crackling as if you’re in the middle of a heat lightning storm.

“Well you’re way off base with that theory, trainee,” Steve bites out. He’s smirking at you. Goddamn smirking at you as if he’s got the upperhand in spite of what you’ve just accused him of.

“And what makes you say that?”

“Because I know you asked Robin if I was single when you first started working here,” he says smugly. He folds his arms across his own chest now and you curse your fucking eyes because they widen while taking in the way his biceps now look. Large and defined as his sleeves shift up.

“So? That doesn’t prove anything. Maybe I just wanted to know if you were cheating on a girlfriend with all the flirting you insist on doing,” you manage to reply coolly. But Steve’s shaking his head before you even finish your statement.

“I believe your words were - and I quote - ‘Is Steve single? Because he’s hot as fuck. I’d let that boy bend me over the break room table’.” His voice takes on a high pitched mocking quality as he approximates your tone.

Your eyes blow wide and your jaw drops to the floor.

“Robin, that bitch.”

“Don’t blame Robin for your horny fantasies, trainee.” He’s got a smile on his face that you just want to slap off. Your fingers flex at your sides but you hold yourself back, taking a deep breath.

“Then you don’t blame her for the fact that she told me you get a semi every time I wear these jeans?”

Steve’s eyes practically bug out of his head and dart down to look at the jeans in question. You quirk an eye up, your turn to smile.

“I - what? No!”

“So she lied? This doesn’t do it for you?” you ask, turning slightly and leaning on the back of a chair so that your ass stuck out a little, accentuating your curves. Steve’s gaze drops to your ass before pinballing all the way around the room, desperately looking at anything and everything other than you.

“That’s not…you’re full of…”

“No, you’re full of it, Harrington. Admit it,” you say, straightening up and pointing at him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Steve says, standing a little straighter and looking at you now that you’re no longer presenting your ass to him.

“You find me irresistable,” you accuse. Steve laughs loudly and without humor.

“And yet here I am. Perfectly capable of resisting,” he says, standing his ground. “Meanwhile you’re practically throwing yourself at me.”

“You fucking wish!”

“In your dreams.”

“In my nightmares.”

The next few seconds seem to play out, paradoxically, both sped up and in slow motion. The heat fills the space around you, almost thick enough to cushion the air. And then Steve’s body is hurtling towards yours. Or yours towards his - you can’t be sure. All you are aware of is movement and then contact. The woosh of air and then the solidness of impact.

Steve’s hands are on your waist, pulling your body against his as his lips crash against yours. Your hands are in his hair before you can even think about it, your movements automatic and entirely involuntary as far as you’re concerned. Fingers fisting in his locks you kick yourself internally because they feel exactly like you thought they would. Fucking pretty haired pretty boy.

His tongue is at the seam of your lips, forcing your mouth open ruthlessly and you comply, allowing him to sweep inside. Steve turns his head to the side, deepening the kiss and pushing down into you until you feel yourself being folded back, his hand sliding to your tailbone to support you through the dip.

When he pulls away, both of you gasping for air, he doesn’t move far, instead dipping to suck biting kisses against your throat.

“You gonna tell me to stop?”

His words don’t make any sense as they enter your hazy brain. One of your hands drops to his shoulder, grasping. Clinging really as he delivers a particularly rough suck to the place beneath your ear.

“W-what?”

“If you hate me so much this must be torture for you,” he breathes into your skin. The smugness has returned to his voice, muted though it is against your throat.

“I fucking hate you, Harrington,” you seethe. He’s laughing now against your throat.

“I know, that’s what I just said - ,”

You cut him off by roughly grabbing him by the hair and bringing him back to your lips. The moan he looses into your mouth has you humming with a satisfaction that seeps deep down into your core. He’s not getting the upper hand so easily. Not if you have anything to say about it.

Now on a single-minded mission to ruin him, you reach down and splay your hand out against his lower back, rolling your hips forward in tandem with the motion in order to grind your pelvis against his. He lets out a groan that you feel in your extremities, so you repeat the move.

Suddenly the hands that are on your waist drop to your hips and wrench you around so your back is to him. The twirl disorients you and you gasp, blinking at the back of the break room and panting as Steve’s hands pull you back - ass against his pelvis.

He slaps a hand on the back of your thigh - making you whine - and slides up your curve to grip a handful of your ass.

“I’ll be the bigger person,” he says with a heavy chuckle into your ear. “I can admit these jeans do it for me.”

A laugh rocks through your body in spite of yourself.

“Oh yeah? They giving you a semi?” you ask jokingly. Steve pulls you back against him, hips bracketing your ass, and you feel him pressing into you. Hard. Nothing semi about it.

“What do you think?” His voice is gruff now, his lower half grinding slowly, deliberately into yours.

“I think you’re hard,” you say on an exhale. His laugh is full throated and his grip on your hips tighten.

“Very observant, trainee. A+ work.” His face buries itself into the crook between your neck and shoulder, lips toying with the skin there.

“Don’t call me trainee.” Your voice is breathless but for once there is no menace in it when you say the sentence you’ve yelled at him a million times.

“No? What should I call you then?” His lips are at your ear. His fingertips dig into your hips and push you back into him. Making you feel him. “Baby? Darling?”

You let out a gasping laugh when he bucks into you from behind, knocking you off balance a bit so you have to lean forward and grasp the edge of the table. He follows you down, chest still against your back.

“...slut?”

You’d love it if your response was to laugh in his face. To pry his hands off of you, straighten up your clothes, and walk out the door. But that’s not what happens.

You moan.

He says the word and you moan.

It’s dark and filthy and you feel hot shame the minute it issues from your mouth, but the way his fingers tense immediately has got heat pooling directly between your thighs.

“Holy shit.”

“I…that doesn’t…”

“Holy shit!” His words are laughing and victorious and he’s nuzzling his face over your shoulder even as you try to crouch away. “I fucking called it.”

“That doesn’t prove anything,” you argue, even as your back arches slightly and find yourself rocking back into him. His hand slides over the slope of your hip to the front of your jeans.

“You moaned, trainee. I called you a slut and you moaned.” Steve’s hand cups your mound then, middle finger pressing up into the center seam of your jeans.

“F-fuck…” You swivel your hips to grind down into his hand, suddenly getting a taste of the friction you’d begun to crave.

Steve uses his hand between your legs to ground you against him, giving him leverage with which to rub his hard-on directly into your ass.

“You can lie all you want. Calling you a slut is making you writhe for me…like a cute little slut.”

You huff out an exhale and look over your shoulder at him.

“Is it the word or the fact that you’re practically fingering me through my jeans and humping me? Which is it, Steve?”

His cocky smile only widens and he shoots forward to steal a kiss over your shoulder since you’re looking at him.

“Both?”

“Oh christ, Harrington…” you trail off as his hand slides up and starts opening your jeans.

“You do have a point though…” he says, biting his lip in concentration. He yanks your jeans down over your ass, leaving them bunched around your knees. His hand cups you through your underwear before yanking them to the side, fingers sweeping directly over your wet slit as you shiver. “Through the jeans wasn’t that efficient.”

“Pretty boy worries about efficiency?” you ask derisively. His finger has found your clit with no problem and your knees are feeling weaker by the second, but you definitely aren’t going to go easy on him.

“Being pretty isn’t the only thing I’m good at, you know,” he says with humor. You find the wherewithal to reach back and peel his other hand off your hip, bringing it to close around your breast. Steve intakes breath sharply.

“Same,” you reply with a smirk. He gropes you experimentally through your shirt before rooting underneath the hem to find your bra-clad breast.

“So you think you’re pretty?” he taunts.

“You do.”

“I think you’re pretty or I think I’m pretty?” Steve asks, pulling your breast out of the cup and pinching your nipple just as he sinks a finger into your pussy.

“Fuck…the first one…both…just shut up,” you grit out and arch your back.

“I knew you’d been mean to me,” Steve quips before sinking his teeth lightly into your shoulder.

“Steve, do you want to fuck me?” you ask, voice tinged with annoyance. His head shoots over your shoulder to try and get a look at your face.

“I can fuck you?” He sounds like an enthusiastic puppy dog and your heart lurches in spite of itself.

“Not if you keep making fun of me, you can’t,” you say, though there’s humor in the words.

“Ahh, you can dish it but you can’t take it. I get it. That’s cool.” Steve’s tone is casual. The exact opposite of his actions as he slowly adds another finger into your dripping channel. You keen forward, both from the force of the pleasure and from the way your reaction makes him grind his dick even harder against your ass.

“Um…Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“So…are you going to fuck me?”

Your question makes him laugh and has his hips stuttering against you.

“Eager to make the fantasy of me bending you over this table a reality?”

“No. Eager to fast forward to the part where you wake up having creamed your pj’s thinking of me,” you retort, this time with a massive smile on your face as you recall the story you’d been told about Steve’s wet dreams. Steve groans.

“Fucking Robin,” he says, letting go of your breast to reach down and open his own pants.

“She’s the worst,” you agree. The anticipation is mounting and sweat drips off your brow. You’d down on your elbows now, bent over the table, and you can’t see Steve behind you, but you can hear the rustle of clothing. He yanks your jeans and underwear down to your ankles suddenly and you yelp and he nudges your thighs open so your legs are spread hip-width apart.

You wait a few breathless heart beats until the sound of skin on skin - which does not include your own - has you looking over your shoulder.

Steve is standing behind you, his own pants pooled at his feet, with his cock in his hand. He’s gripping it, giving it long, slow strokes as his eyes hungrily consume your half-bare body.

“I…think you might kill me,” he says seriously, dragging his eyes up from your pussy to your face. You gesture down to the cock he is fisting, eyeing the size.

“Back at you.”

He laughs at your response and heat rushes through you at how beautiful he looks with the smile cracking his face wide. You want him. Now.

So you turn back around and bend yourself over the table again, shifting side to side to sway your ass at him enticingly.

Steve’s on you not even a second later. His hands smooth over your hips and waist and his cock slides between your legs, between your folds.

“Holy shit. Holy shit.” He’s repeating the phrase over and over under his breath and you’d laugh but you’re feeling similarly speechless. Impatient now, you reach back and take his cock in your hand, making him hiss. You arch and lean forward, guiding his tip into you until his hands grip your hips and he steps forward, slipping in inch by inch.

“Oh fuck,” you both swear, practically in unison. Steve remains still for a second to let you adjust, and also to ground himself as he takes in all of what is happening in this moment.

You find yourself nearly shaking from the feel of him inside you. He feels so good and it’s been a long, empty summer so far. Of course you’re horny, you reason with yourself in your head as you shift forward, trying to entice him to move, which he does. He’s hot and you’re horny and and it feels good. It feeels good.

“Yeah? Feels good?”

Shit. You’ve been speaking your thoughts out loud. You go to contradict him - to take it back - but then he’s kissing your neck and you can’t help but hum.

“Yeah. It’s good.”

He finds a steady pace before the his words return again, this time more hoarse than before.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he groans out, thrusting into you particularly hard. Feeling sweat slick your skin you laugh.

“It’s because there’s no fan in here.”

“Oh, she’s shy about compliments suddenly,” Steve intuits and you roll your eyes, though he can’t see it. “She knows she’s hot but doesn’t want me to point it out?”

“Steve…” you warn, but there’s little else you can do as he reaches a hand down to the apex of your thighs and starts fingering your clit. You grip numbly at the table.

“Yeah, baby? You want me to stop talking about your incredible body?” he teases, his other hand coming down flat over your back to push you further down into the table before reclaiming your hip. “How good it feels to be inside you?”

“You’re a cocky bastard,” you say, but it comes out in a whine. You’re record-breakingly close to cumming and your brain and body seem disconnected. Unsure of what to do about the short circuiting feeling of shame and pleasure and annoyance and fondness, all of which are completely Steve’s fault.

“You’ve got that right, sweetheart,” he responds, inhaling sharply when you clench around him in response. “What’s that? So you like being called sweetheart?”

“Mmmm,” is all you manage to moan out, though he takes it correctly as an affirmation. He has both hands gripping your waist now, allowing nothing to distract him from pounding into you, chasing his own release now while also rocketing you towards your own.

“So you do like a little sweetness after all.” It’s teasing but you’re too fucked out to care at this point. So close. So close. Steve’s kissing the spot under your ear as he slows down to fuck you harder. Deeper. “Good thing I like it sweet. That’s how I’ve always wanted to be with you, sweetheart.”

Is it cheesy? Yes. Is it something that usually would have you slapping him and walking away? Yes.

But now you’re cumming. Crying out his name as his cock slides into you, your walls bearing down and spasming around him.

You don’t even know where your orgasm ends and his begins, you’re so blinded by pleasure. But he’s shaking around you and his hips are stuttering and then his weight is pressing you into the table as he pants.

There’s a split second where your shared breathe is all you can sense. His skin on yours has you buzzing and your muscles are jelly. You don’t even have a moment to think about repercussions or right or wrong. There’s just…Steve.

And then the bell rings in the distance indicating someone has entered the front door.

“Hellooo!” Comes Robin’s sing song voice. “Do my sad single friends want to hear how my date went?”

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skaikruswan · 2 years ago

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The words in your heart and on your tongue

WC: 1,4 k

Relationship: Morpheus x reader

For the person who requested this prompt: Hi when you take request Can I request reader x dream. Where the reader loves dream & hide 🙈 felling because they fear that dream will say no. Thanks

There you go :)

Notes: reader in love, soft Morpheus, happy ending.

If you liked this story, i have written others.

Having a crush on someone can either make your heart soar or drown it in agony. You somehow managed to lose your heart to a person who will never return your feelings.

You let out a sigh as you fall on your bed, clutching a pillow for comfort. You still remember how you met Morpheus.

You rarely remembered your dreams, only fleeting images at best. Your sleep had always been uneventful, which is why this nightmare hit you so hard.

You had woken up in a blur, skin covered in a sheen of sweat, your heart racing as your body was ready to run, to flee. In the nightmare, you hadn’t seen the creature hunting you, if it was beast or man, you only heard its unhuman growls and you caught glimpses of the glowing red eyes.

“This was terrifying,” you thought to yourself, trying to shake off the terror, and hoping that this would be the last of your subconsciousness delving into horror. It wasn’t.

The nightmare kept going on. You could never convince yourself to stand down and find out what exactly was chasing you; your imagination was cruel like that. Your urge to survive, to outrun this monster was strong, and you and your pride didn’t want to lose. You managed to change your surroundings, to run through a lush forest, to hide in a crowded city, to even fly through the sky, but you never managed to shake off your monster.

It continued for days, and sleep started to become your enemy. You became exhausted and moody, trying to fight off sleep as long as you could, basically turning your blood into caffeine. In the end, it didn’t matter, and the nightmare always found you.

You had had enough. Exhaustion had worn you down, and tonight you would simply face your demon. If it killed you, then at least you would wake up and be hopefully done with the nightmare.

You turned off the lights, shuffled to your bed and closed your eyes. The nightmare came quick.

You stood still, waiting for the demon to reach you, dread coiling inside your stomach as the red eyes came closer, as the growls turned into a vicious, thundering laugh. The creature approached, and you still couldn’t discern what it was. You just saw a massive dark shape, and the suspense was killing you.

“Stop,” a deep, male voice demanded, and your heart skipped a beat. A man dressed in dark clothes had appeared, giving the monster a withering glare, equal rage and disappointment. His pale skin was almost glowing, his hair as dark as the night, and his blue eyes as eternal and cool as glaciers.

“My lord, I was simply performing my duty,” the monster spoke, its voice shaking you to the core, twisted and snarling, making a shiver run down your spine.

“You are tormenting this mortal. You know the consequence.” The unknown man suddenly became more frightening than the monster as you heard the latter howl before disappearing in an instant. Who was he?

“At ease, dreamer,” the man said to you, his voice suddenly as inviting and soothing as a blanket of velvet. You felt the tension leave your body, your shoulders sinking as you let out a long sigh.

“I will guarantee you that you shall only have nice dreams for a while,” the man continued, and crossed the distance between you and him. He brought his thumb to the middle of your forehead, the touch featherlight, and you felt this world change. “This nightmare is over.”

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True to his word, you had surprisingly nice dreams. You swam with dolphins and mermaids, you met your favorite celebrity, you ruled over your kingdom as a benevolent monarch, and you even met people you had lost and longed to meet again.

While the dreams were nice, they couldn’t compare to the mysterious stranger. Your curiosity was relentless, and you wanted to meet him again. For a moment, you even wondered if one could force themselves to have nightmares, but then you reprimanded yourself. You weren’t that curious or desperate.

In the end, he returned to one of your dreams. You were sitting cross-legged in a meadow, cuddling a baby wolf, giggling as its rough tongue slid over your cheek.

“I am glad that you’re having nice dreams,” a familiar voice said, and you looked up from your very excited wolf pup to see the mysterious stranger look down at you, his eyes holding a glimpse of amusement.

“I am. Thank you very much,” you replied, gently shooing the pup from your lap so you could stand up.

“I still don’t know your name,” you continued, fighting the urge to nervously bite your lip. You just knew that he was more than just a part of your dreams.

“I am Morpheus, Dream of the Endless, king of dreams and ruler of the nightmare realm,” he explained, and your first reaction was to bow and incline your head. Was this smooth or just awkward? You felt a flush heating up your cheeks and the back of your neck.

This certainly explained why he got rid of the nightmare so easily and why could promise you nice dreams. You somehow managed to get the dream lord himself to rescue you as if you were a damsel in distress.

“Nice to meet you,” you say, extending your hand, before realizing that this may not be appropriate. You felt yourself freeze, only to defrost immediately when you felt his long fingers wrap around yours.

“Can I see you again?” Go big or go home, you decided.

“An odd request. I cannot make any promises, but I will try.”

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Morpheus did more than try, and thanks to him, your dreams have become tangible, a refuge and a place you long to return to.

You take a sip from your cup, sitting in front of your tv. This is only half the truth. Morpheus has made your dreams better. Every time you close your eyes, you hope to see him again in your dreams.

You’re a fool with a lost heart.

Every time you see him, your heart seems to swell, but every time you manage to channel the courage to finally tell him about your feelings, the words don’t come.

You like to believe that you’ve grown close. Morpheus has shown you his palace, has introduced you to Matthew and Lucienne. You have spent many dreams in the library, discussing books and stories, or letting Morpheus’ marvelous voice enchant you. And yet...

You’re a scared fool with a lost heart.

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You’re waiting on a warm beach, the salty breeze tugging at your hair, your toes digging into the soft sand. You somehow know that he will come. Your heart can feel it.

“Are you afraid?” Morpheus asks, and you turn around to face him. You wish you could say that you’ve become used to his otherworldly beauty, but it still takes your breath away sometimes.

“Why are you asking?” You try to give him an innocent look, while screaming internally. What if he knows? Morpheus is kind of omniscient when it comes to dreamers, right?

“Your heart is racing.” Morpheus slowly takes one step towards, then another, until he stands right beside you. He gently places his hand on your shoulder, his fingers resting on the pulse point of your neck, and you feel hot and cold at the same time. Your heart had been racing when you met him, but these were very different circumstances.

“I…” Your mind is blank. You wish you could tell a joke, or change the subject, or finally tell him your feelings, but you just stand there, your mouth opening and closing like a fish.

“Say it.” His voice is deliciously soft, and you feel yourself drowning in his endless blue eyes. Your skin tingles with electricity.

“You make my heart race.” It is done. For a brief moment, you feel overwhelming relief, before your eyes widen in realization that you actually confessed your feelings. Oh no.

Morpheus gives you a smirk, and then takes your hand, placing it on his chest. You feel the steady drum of his immortal heart.

“I feared that I would never hear you confess,” Morpheus says, almost teasing you, and you feel like you’re on cloud nine.

With unexpected bravery, you stand on your tiptoes and press your lips to his, the kiss as gentle and warm as the sunset. Morpheus chuckles as he moves his lips with yours, cradling your jaw, and you feel your heart sing with glee.

Who knew that a nightmare could result in such a fairytale?

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harlowhockeystick · 3 years ago

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I Once Was Poison Ivy - Jack Harlow

request: the two of you have been having this tension for awhile and one of you just snapped 😵‍💫

contains: smut (18+ MINORS DNI), degradation, blowjob, cuss words, extreme sexual tension, fem!reader

word count: 1,580

tagging: @multistann @nylwnder @owenpowerstapejob @lorrmorr @hugheshugs

Jack didn’t even know why he was talking to you. Neither of you had anything in common. You were still in school, working on your grad degree, while Jack was busy getting more songs out on the radio. Jack was a playboy, a chaser, he was with a different girl every time you saw him. You hadn’t had a boyfriend since your sophomore year in highschool, and it only lasted for less than six months.

But to add to Jack’s case, he didn’t really like you. But because you were friends with some people he knew, that meant that on the occasion you would cross his path, and he would try every which way to avoid it. Staying on the opposite side of the party, staying outside and talking to people who in his mind are too boring, and staying in the kitchen searching through the pantry for anything more interesting. He avoids you like the plague, and you don’t even know why.

Honestly, you don’t. To your memory and your recollection there is nothing you did to Jack to make him not like you. Sure, you don’t have anything in common with him, you had only spoken with him just a few times, but you never hurt him. You never yelled at him, cut him off in traffic, tried to cross him in any sort of fashion. Sometimes, when you allowed it, it kept you up at night.

Every time you two are in the same room, the tension is on high. Jack feels like he’s going to explode. The ends of his fingers tingle, a balloon forms in his chest and each time he looks at you that balloon threatens to pop. light beads of sweat form on his forehead and roll down his temple when he even thinks about talking to you.

Now this…this was the last straw. How dare you be at the same place as him, Jack thought. Sipping on his red solo cup, his arm resting around the shoulders of some girl he had only met just a few minutes ago. You looked around the room to see who’s eyes were burning holes in the back of your head. You felt nauseated when your eyes locked with his, your drink nearly slipping out of your hand.

“Oh my fucking god,” you sighed, rolling your eyes after turning your head away from Jack. “Why is he here?” you asked your friend, Taylor, who was your plus one to almost every part you went to. Jack, your mortal enemy, seemed to follow you around almost every social gathering you went to. Every party, every popular dinner, every movie screening, he was there.

Taylor rolled her eyes too, aware of the cockiness that oozed out of him with every breath he took. She was well aware of the little war that went on between you and Jack. To Taylor it seemed a little silly, but she could sense that Jack was extremely full of himself even though she hasn’t ever had a conversation with the man.

“Don’t do it, I know what you’re thinking and don’t do it.” Taylor warned you, trying to stand in front of you to guard you from going anywhere near him. But it didn’t work. You moved your friend out of the way to walk through the crowded house to where Jack sat on the couch with the girl next to him.

Finishing your drink off and setting the empty cup on some table. Standing in front of the cocky man on the couch, your hands on your hips while you tried your best to avoid eye contact with the pretty woman. He scanned you over, analyzing your curves and imagining what you’re wearing underneath. But, you know, like he’d ever admit that.

“Jackman,” you greeted, quickly looking him over. He looked nice, wearing an average t-shirt with a pair of nice designer pants, and crisp jordans. You can’t explain it, but even though he’s wearing the most average outfit ever, he still looks good. But, like you would ever admit that.

“Y/N,” he responded with a head nod. You sighed, trying to decide if you wanted to be bold or not. Fuck it.

“Why do you acted like I fucked you over twice?” you asked. He rolled his eyes, taking his arm off the girl and shoo-ing her away. He knew it was about to get awkward. And who knows, maybe he’d admit why he acts like he thinks you’re the worst person in the world. “I mean seriously, what have i-”

Jack stood up and put his hand over your mouth before muttering something along the lines of shut up and come with me. You didn’t know where he was taking you but you went willingly, for whatever reason. He guided you through the crowds of people to the very back of a hallway and pulled you into a bathroom, locking the door behind him.

“What the fuck is your problem, huh? Come in here, yappin’ your fuckin’ mouth, puttin’ your hands in my face, fuck are you on Y/N?” he crowded you against the counter, jack’s hands keeping your arms against your body. His blue eyes - as gorgeous as they may be - send chills over your skin.

“I just wanna know what I did to make you hate me so much, Jack. That's all,” you answered, not breaking eye contact to give him that pleasure of knowing he had the advantage on you. “So spill it.” you poked your finger in his chest, trying anything to edge him on.

“I don’t know why I hate you so much. I really don’t. You just…fuck you piss me off so much,” he now had you standing right against the bathroom counter, his thighs against yours. Jack was standing so close to you that the toothpick he always wears between his lips was so close to poking your lips. “You just piss me off and i’d love nothin’ more than to just…fuckin’ shut you up.”

“Then do it. I mean goddamn, if I piss you off so much, do it. Make yourself feel better- make me feel better by fixing this situation so both of us can sleep well tonight.” Jack hesitates for a moment, but then lifts his hand underneath your shirt to tug at the waistband of your tight leggings. Your breath hitched, your legs spreading just a little bit at his action.

But he pulled away, smirking and feeling his pants become tight from how hard he was. He didn’t know why he was hard, though. He couldn’t really imagine himself being attracted to you, he hated you. But he was, and he was going to do something about it too. And maybe talk a little shit while doing it.

“Nah, you’re gonna suck my fuckin’ dick ‘fore you do anything else,” jack ordered. He pulled his zipper down and dropped his pants, letting you see how hard he was even if it was through his boxers. Putting a strong arm over your shoulder he pushed you down onto your knees on the soft bathroom rug. “Suck.”

You gradually pulled the band of his boxers down and let his cock spring free. “We shouldn't be doing this,” you mumbled right before spitting on your hand and wrapping your palm around his cock and keeping eye contact. “Here, at least.”

As soon as you put him in your mouth he took his hand on the back of your head and forced himself further down your throat. “I said suck not handjob, if i wanted a handjob i woulda had the girl from the couch do it, whatever her name was.”

Moving your head up and down over his thick cock, the tip hitting the back of your throat every time making you gag. He laughed at you, “s’matter? Too big for you?” he leaned his head against the wall and watched you in the mirror, an arrogant cocky smile on his face. “You sound much better like this, mouth full of my cock. You talk too much anyway, good way to keep you fuckin’ quiet.”

He guided your head on his cock to keep a steady rhythm, occasionally fucking his hips up to make you gag. He felt himself get close to cumming, and that’s when he let you finish your job. Hollowing your cheeks and flattening your tongue, you pulled back just a little bit to suck on his tip and swipe your tongue through the little divot on the tip.

He opened his mouth and held you in place to cum down your throat. “Take it Y/N, m’cummin’ down your throat, take it. Take it like a good girl.”

That you did. He spilled his load down your throat and it made your face turn up a little, the strange feeling of your throat being coated in his slick. He pulled out of your mouth and grabbed a mouthwash cup and filled it with water from the sink and handed it to you. “Here.” he watched you swallow the water and spit it out in the sink.

He grabbed your phone off the counter and handed it to you, “unlock your phone, i’ll give you my number so i can return the favor later.” he put his phone number in your contacts after pulling his pants up and fixing his appearance. “I keep my word too.”

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-thank you for reading! i've had this scheduled for a few days, i actually finished it like a week ago. feedback, comments, etc. are welcome! ily all <3

xo, j

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lokiprompts · 3 years ago

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Master List

Requests are closed

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One Shots

In Sickness and in Health (Pregnant reader, morning sickness, fluff).

Food is Love (Pregnant reader loves to eat, fluff, implied smut).

Clean Freak (GN Reader, stress cleaning; fluff).

The Power of Pie (GN Reader, you host for Christmas and Loki finds you enchanting. Fluff).

The Perfect Gift (GN, Loki gets you for secret santa! fluff)

Funny Honey (GN, Loki loves to make you laugh, but will you ever take him seriously? Fluff).

Picture Perfect (GN, You are a professional photographer and you take his picture. Pure fluff).

Friendly Touches (GN, Loki gets confused about Midgardian customs specifically around friendships. Are you even his friend?! Fluff).

Little Realizations (GN, Short reader is intimidated by tall people ie Loki. Fluff)

God of Embarrassment (GN, Loki likes you and he wants to impress you, but everything goes wrong. Fluff)

Worrywart (Fem Reader, Loki worried constantly about his little mortal, but when you get your period....ohhhh. Fluff, some angst).

The Decision (Fem Reader Loki has recurring dreams that you and your child are captured by Thanos - HEAVY angst)

The Little Things ( GN, You are sick and your bf is a jerk. Loki is there to help! Light angst, fluff)

Sleeping Beauty (GN, You aren't a morning person. What happens when your sleepy self cuddles up to an unsuspecting Loki? Fluff)

What the Hel is a Valentine? (GN, Loki doesn't know what a Valentine is. Will that ruin his chances with you? Pure fluff)

The Rules of Midgardian Dating ( GN, You reject Loki's courtship proposal, so Loki must learn about Midgardian dating. Rom Coms know all, right? Fluff)

The Glass Slipper (Fem Reader, You are stuck babysitting Morgan and Loki. Morgan thinks that you are a princess...so what happens when she finds out that Loki is a prince? Fluff)

Second Date Update (GN, you contact a radio station to try and figure out why Loki has ghosted you...)

Nailed it - (You accidentally summon a demon by baking. Loki helps. Crack fic)

Burning Words - (Loki is terrified to tell you that he loves you, but a whispered confession in the dark throws him for a loop. Fluff).

A Proposal To Remember (Loki proposes to you, but his night doesn't go as planned. Fluff. Slight angst.)

Series

Melodies for Wellness (Loki x Fem Reader) Paused

The Asgardians bide their time at the Avengers Tower before they move to New Asgard. In the meantime, Loki meets the Towers "wellness coordinator" and takes some classes from her, embraces music, and of course - love! Fluff, slow burn, angst..

Warnings: swearing, domestic violence, trauma. I like to torture my characters so buckle up.

Chpt 1 (Orientation) - Chp 2 (Love Languages)

Chp 3 (The Last Class) Chp 4 (Spectacular Spectacular!)

Chp 5 (Build a Home) Chp 6 (Helpless) Chp 7 (Never Enough)

Chp 8 (Broken Things)

The Trickster & The Healer (Loki x Fem Reader) Paused

Loki gets saved by a mysterious healer during a battle. She vanishes and he has to find her...Romance, fluff, angst.

Warnings: Violence, swearing.

Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4

Your Savior (Loki x Fem Reader) Complete

You are a prisoner on an enemy compound and Loki finds you. Graphic imagery and violence. Angst, romance. Smut, 18+

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

The Shifter (Loki x Fem Reader) - Complete

You unintentionally shift to the MCU when you sleep. You meet Loki and must choose between a universe with him, or your real world. Angst, smut 18+

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

A Second Chance ( Loki x Fem reader) Complete

You didn't really like Loki, so when he gets a second chance when your memories are wiped out...he pretends to be your boyfriend. What could go wrong? Fluff, smut 18+

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Appropriate (Loki x Fem Reader) In Progress

Loki is banished to Midgard and he has to live an average life as penance...and you, a social worker, is there to help him along the way. Rom Com vibes. Pinning; emotional edging until we can't take it anymore, slowburn.

Chapter 1 - Introductions Chapter 2 - Day Dreams

Chapter 3 - Broken Things Chapter 4 - Fashion Show

Chapter 5 - The Grocery Store Chapter 6 - Overworked

Chapter 7 - Bubbles. Chapter 8 - Allies

Chapter 9 - Secrets of the Heart

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ducktales-lucktales · 3 years ago

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could I request a romantic scrooge x gn reader? maybe something along the lines of them doing something risky to save the family and him being conflicted between anger and being flustered abt it bc he thought it was lowkey attractive? sorry if that’s too specific, feel free to branch out/go a different direction!

My Nephew

Scrooge McDuck x GN!Reader (GN!Reader & Dewey Duck mentioned)

Word Count: 1K+

Warnings: None! Everything is kinda vague! I nailed like 50% of your ask, and 50% went elsewhere. I don't know how i missed the mark but I hope it slaps anyway lol

AO3: Link

Master List 1, 2

“No one lays a hand on my nephew!” Scrooge replayed what [Y/N] said in his mind over and over again. Saddened by the how the event had to happen, angry with them for their actions and lack of thought, but the rage and the protectiveness of his family… he fell in love all over again. Time after time again.

Scrooge sighed and set his hat down on his desk and glanced behind him at [Y/N]. He watched them place their hands on the chair in front of them and lean into it, obviously still in pain from their stunt last week. The chair held most of their weight and kept them from curling up onto the floor to complain about the pain they’ve been hiding from the children. He slowly turned around and leaned against his desk, staring at them with a million and one things on his mind after seeing the light of his life commit a lifesaving action so recklessly and so hastily that they managed to get hurt themselves. Scrooge stared at them with a new kind of sadness; a sadness where he realizes that those around him are mortal, vulnerable, and in danger because of him and the enemies he has made throughout his life. The sadness slowly moved itself to the back burner as his lingering anger from that day returned to the surface. It was stupid of [Y/N] to think they could manage the situation alone, but it was just like them to go out of their way to prove something to him–to the world–to prove that [Y/N] McDuck (née Duckerty) still had it! But Dewey and the rest of the family were more important… and leaving [Y/N] behind was what they would’ve wanted him to do anyway.

By the time Scrooge noticed Dewey was gone, [Y/N] had already pulled a Dewey Duck and run off without the rest of the family toward danger or treasure–presumably the danger. They slowly peered around the corner, planning their next move and subsequent moves in order to save Dewey from what might be an untimely demise judging by the looks of the situation. As much as they loved the lad, he was a bit… crazy. It wasn’t just him, running off silently seemed to run in the family. They watched the cloaked foe and listened to their spiel about what their goal was, unaware that Dewey was barely going to recall a thing (and Dewey may have been unaware that the foe was not going to let him walk, their end goal was similar to that of Bradford Buzzards, except this foe wasn’t going to play the game as kindly was Bradford had).

Scrooge inhaled deeply, trying to contain his emotions.

“I know what you’re going to tell me.” They chuckled as they beat him to the punch. “I was stupid and reckless; you’re going to tell me that I shouldn’t be such because we’re both not as young as we used to be, Scroogie. But you know, I’m not the only guilty one here.”

Scrooge looked away and tried to hide his smile. “I’ve no idea what you mean.”

[Y/N] shook their head and stifled another laugh. “You’re too much. He’s just like you. You always ran headfirst into everything and got yourself into much more trouble than you bargained for. Without that, you probably wouldn’t be where you are today. That’s what I admire about you.”

He looked back up. “You’re lecturing me and you’re also doing that thing again.”

“Force of habit.” They smiled. “And I swear I’m not doing the thing.”

Scrooge caught up to [Y/N] and Dewey; except [Y/N] was nowhere to be found. He thought that maybe he was too late, and the cloaked foe had already gotten to them when Huey tugged at his coat and pointed toward the ceiling of the old cave. Scrooge looked up and noticed his crazy significant other planning something insane on the ledge above the cloaked foe. He chuckled to himself to hide the boiling rage he felt, knowing that [Y/N] felt no fear or remorse for what they were about to do.

As if on cue, the whistled, grabbing the attention of the foe and dove headfirst into a situation that they were most certainly unable to escape. The foe lay on the ground, recovering from being slammed into the stone below them; [Y/N] rolled onto their side and yelled at Dewey to go toward Scrooge. Dewey obliged and ran toward his great uncle and the rest of the McDuck family. He paused, halfway to safety and glanced back at old [Y/N] McDuck. Fear had set and Dewey almost turned back and ran toward them to aid them, but Scrooge ran in and grabbed Dewey; he himself paused to look at [Y/N].

They stood tall with their cane in their hands as if they were posing for another one of Scrooge’s forced portraits. Behind them, the foe slowly started to pull themselves off the ground. [Y/N] was listening for something, Scrooge could tell by the tilt of their head. He ran back toward his family, with Dewey in his arms.

“You’re alright lad.” He spoke slowly.

Dewey tried to peer around him. “Uncle Scrooge! [Y/N]!” He pointed behind his uncle.

Scrooge turned around just in time to see rubble begin to trap [Y/N] in with the foe.

“No one lays a hand on my nephew!” He heard them spit at the foe out of pure rage.

“You almost didn’t come out of that.” Scrooge kept it brief.

“But I did, and I know you enjoyed it, makes you feel young, doesn’t it?” [Y/N] crossed their arms and watched Scrooge. “Look, I would do anything for this family, and you are not going to stop me from doing just that. You’re not the only one who cares about those kids, Scroogie. I might not be as fast as those triplets, but I can hold my own against any foe that wants your head on a silver platter.”

“[Y/N]…” Scrooge sighed.

They inhaled deeply. “By the way, can you ask Ludwig for a new cane? I may or may not have used mine to knock all those rocks and such down to buy you all some time. It got buried and I’ve got no free time to go digging for it.”

Scrooge looked down and chuckled. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Oh please, I’m more believable than you, dear.” They rolled their eyes.

“Stop trying to get me off topic, you know I can’t resist…” He pointed a finger at them.

They grinned. “I haven’t the slightest idea… I would never.” They sat down in the chair.

Scrooge followed in suit and sat down in his desk chair. “You make me so angry. You’re so reckless… but that’s what I love about you.”

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sheadre · 3 years ago

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It Has Been Long Since We Met (Hua Cheng x Male!Reader) One-shot

Summary: Reader was the cousin of Xie Lian who's kingdom fell right after Xian Le. He met a gruesome death, however, his want for revenge turned him into a ghost. After avenging his death by killing the culprit of his kingdom falling, he secluded himself and never left his lands. Until his cousin appears with a red clothed companion. Said companion is none other than Hua Cheng who seems to be more than just a ghost king.

Requested: yes / no by @thanajs

Word count: 1952

It has been long since you last left your domain. The constant darkness that engulfed your lands and palace was suffocating for others but for you, it was warm and filled you with contentment. Looking out at the gardens you took care of, you spotted two figures approaching the entrance, one dressed in all white interrupting the darkness of the scenery, one dressed in red with shiny trinkets. You furrowed your eyebrows as you watched them.

Did something happen that these two decided to visit your lands? Not that it mattered. You had nothing left in the world of the living. Turning away from the window, you went down to greet your guests, after all, they made it here through the many tricks and traps that littered the path to your palace. You carefully sat down behind the table in the center of the hall and motioned to one of your undead soldiers to fetch some tea. By the time the skeleton soldier returned, your guests knocked on the doors.

“You may come in!” you called out. The doors opened and the two figures slipped inside the palace. The white clothed looking around in wonder as he took in the interior, his eyes quickly landing on your collection of swords. It was not much compared to collections you saw back when you were a mortal, but you decided to keep one in memory of your cousin. The red clothed man walked behind the white robed, his posture straight, hands behind his back, his steps sure as he walked. His one good eye was trained on your sitting form.

You smiled at them and lifted your cup as a toast to them.

“You’ve been the first ones to enter my palace, congratulations! Come, let me serve you some tea.”

You carefully poured them each a cup of steaming hot oolong tea, then looked up at them. Your eyes widened at the sight of your cousin. Never in a million years did you expect to see him again. You thought he died when his kingdom fell. Back then, you were quickly escorted back to your own kingdom so as to not let any harm come to you. It was a mistake though. When you reached the palace of the capital, the dead bodies of the entire court awaited you with your murderer in the middle.

“(Name)!” Xie Lian broke out in a wide grin, his handsome face lighting up with happiness. You blinked a few times, then got up from your seat and approached him quickly.

“Xie Lian! It has been so long! I thought you died!” you smiled back at him. “Come, come, sit with me! Tell me everything!”

“Thank you, (Name).” he nodded and quickly sat, accepting the cup you gave him. He told you how things ended in Xian Le then started asking you about your kingdom. Exchanging stories and what the other missed, you both reminisced in the old times. Then your cousin patted his companion’s arm and introduced him to you as Hua Cheng. You knew about him or the tales told about him but you never saw him in real life. The lord of Ghost City was extremely good looking, his confidence and arrogance could only be noticed if he was facing an enemy. Which he did not at the moment as he looked at you, meeting your (e/c) eyes. The half smile he gave you made you blush and duck your head.

“Ah? What’s wrong?” Xie Lian asked, his gentle voice laced with worry.

“It has been long… since I interacted with anyone… forgive me for being a little bit awkward…”

“Ever since you emerged from the Tonglu mountain, you have never stepped foot outside of your lands, your highness.” Hua Cheng noted as he stared at you. “Everyone expected you to kill thousands of ghosts and take over a place from someone. I wanted to meet you, to be honest and was very disappointed when you did not show up in Ghost City.”

“Ah… That is…” you rubbed the back of your head nervously. “I… didn’t want to cause trouble. This is a place I very much like. I bother no one here.”

“You’ve always been like that, (Name), but the servants were rather annoyed because they were supposed to serve you. If you had no orders, they didn’t know what to do and if they weren’t busy, they got punished.” Xie Lian said. “I never understood why father or uncle wouldn’t change that way of thinking by forbidding the head servants to punish maids.”

“I never liked when others tried to dress me up…” you averted your gaze embarrassed.

“Why? Isn’t it nice when someone takes care of you, your highness?” Hua Cheng asked suddenly, his tone implying something entirely different making the blood in your body rush up to your face.

“San Lang, be nice to (Name), we are his guests after all.” Xie Lian scolded his friend, then turned back to you. “By the way, we came here because someone told us that you could gather information from everywhere. Could you help us out this time?”

“What is it that you want to know?”

You were paying attention to each word your cousin told you while explaining the situation, giving him a hum in response sometimes. When he finished, you called one of your undead soldiers over, ordering him to find the information your cousin needed. Xie Lian watched in awe as your servant was swallowed back into the ground.

“Under the ground, they can exchange information quite quickly. The ones buried in the earth are still very much alive if they couldn’t find closure.” you explained shortly before your servant came back and you translated the information to your cousin. Patting the undead soldier’s head, you dismissed it.

“Do you want one of my servants to accompany you? That way you can ask it to gather information for you anytime you need to.” you raised an eyebrow.

“I cannot ask such a big favor.”

“Nah, I have plenty of others here besides, I can watch over you if you need some help.” you shook your head.

Your guests stood from the table with you as you escorted them over to the door, seeing them out. Xie Lian was already out when Hua Cheng turned back to you, his eye looking at you with something unnerving yet it had no bad intentions.

“Your highness, I am glad I had the chance to meet you in the end. Would you mind if I come back for another visit sometime later?”

He was leaning so close now that you could almost feel your noses touching. Hua Cheng was staring deeply into your soul, taking your breath away with his gaze.

“I will make sure to turn off the traps, just send a servant forward when you arrive.” you replied breathlessly, feeling like your head was about to explode. Then he smiled and left.

For days, you sat in your bedroom, looking out the window while trying to not freak out. What did the lord of Ghost City want from you? Did you do something? Filled with nervousness and anxiety, you just sat there, waiting for him to come back. Then another few days passed and he didn’t show up yet. For the first time in centuries, you wished to know what was gonna happen once he showed up. It filled you with questions, uncertainty and fear. You’ve spent so many years alone that you grew used to the silence. Ever since your cousin and Hua Cheng appeared, you felt the empty halls and quiet suffocating.

The darkness was a constant presence in your domain, engulfing everything around. Staring out the window, you sighed for the hundredth time that morning, hoping that the red clothed ghost would return and put you out of your misery. You were startled out of your thoughts by an undead soldier announcing Hua Cheng’s return. It was a little startling that you didn’t notice the creature you created and fed with your power. Jumping to your feet, you ran down to the main hall, your heart beating rapidly in your chest. If he was here to kill you, then you should quickly get over it.

You watched as the doors opened, revealing the Lord of Ghost City. He was now dressed in more lavish clothes and seemed to be younger? With two eyes? What? Confusion filled your mind as you stared at him, trying to comprehend what was going on. He just smiled back at you as he walked up to you nonchalantly.

“Your highness, I hope I do not inconvenience you by showing up so out of the blue.” he said.

“It is… wait, why are you insisting on calling me by a title that is no longer mine?” you furrowed your eyebrows. Hua Cheng’s steps faltered for a fraction of a second then continued his way to you.

“People like us, always stay in the past, that is why we become ghosts. We cannot let go of grudges, right?”

Even though he looked younger, he was still towering over you. You felt your heart rapidly beat in your chest as he stopped right in front of you, his body almost colliding with yours.

“Perhaps that is kind of true.” you nodded and turned away, leading him back upstairs to the large balcony. You created your palace to be the exact copy of the palace of your long perished kingdom with each column and statue in the right place. When you came to this balcony, you were reminded of your parents sitting there, enjoying their tea and watching over their home they loved. Then you spoke up again once you stopped by the railing. “But leaving those meaningless titles behind means that I moved on even if the memories are burned in my mind.”

“Then what may I call you?” Hua Cheng asked. Suddenly, he was right behind you, his chest pressing lightly into your back. The contact was foreign yet you felt right being so close to him.

“Whatever you want to. I don’t mind.” you shrugged trying to play it cool.

“What about…” for a while he stayed silent, then you felt him lean forward, his breath fanning against your ear and neck. “A-(Name), can I call you that?”

You knew your ears must’ve betrayed you as you felt them growing a deep shade of red. In response, you could only give him a terse nod and was planning on getting away from him, when Hua Cheng trapped you in a hug, resting his weight on you.

“I will stay with calling you your highness. That is how I met you.”

Your eyes widened at that. Have you met him before? Scrambling out of his hold, you turned to him with your eyebrows furrowed deeply. You grabbed his chin, turning it left and right to take in his face. Then, you spotted the little, almost invisible scar beside his right ear. With a gasp, you let go of him, tears gathering in your eyes. It couldn’t be. This couldn’t be him. The kid who tried to follow you back to your kingdom. The kid who was beaten by the servants escorting you. He was almost dead when you could finally get close enough to him, shielding him from the beatings.

Hua Cheng just smiled at you gently with a warmth you haven’t felt in quite a while. That scar was left by a knife one of the servants tried to use on him but due to your intervention, they didn’t manage to.

“It has been long since we last crossed paths, your highness.” he said.

End ~

A/N: I will probably do a smut sequel but it will be only posted on deviantart. I will link it in once it's out! Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed!

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