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stvrboyy · 2 days ago
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─── ❝𝓝ot in this 𝓛ife❞
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adrian tepes x gn!reader
─ summary; Adrian meets the reincarnation of his past love in Paris but, feeling guilty for their past death, decides to leave to keep them safe.
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cw; angst, reincarnation, castlevania nocturne adrian/alucard
request; Hello! Been adoring the Nocturne Alucard fics(*´ω`*) If requests are still open, could I request Nocturne-era Alucard with a s/o that’s reincarnated from his first partner(from the original series or otherwise), maybe running into them in Paris? I’m always a sucker for immortal/one of their partners that keeps reincarnating.
a/n; hiii im rlly glad you're enjoying my nocturne alucard fics! i hope this is to your liking!! <3
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The city of Paris was a paradox—a place of beauty and chaos, revolution and romance. To Alucard, it was yet another passing fragment in the long tapestry of his existence. He walked through the streets with an almost spectral presence, unnoticed by those who bustled around him. The air was thick with the scent of damp stone, the occasional waft of bread from a nearby bakery, and the distant clang of bells. Yet none of it pierced the veil of his thoughts.
His immortality, once a shield, had become a heavy burden. Time had dulled his passion, and though he fought for the greater good, he often wondered if his presence truly mattered. In his long life, he had loved and lost, and the memory of those losses had become his constant shadow.
Tonight was no different. He wandered through the dimly lit streets, drawn to the life around him yet untouched by it. The people were ghosts of their own kind—passing figures who would fade with the dawn of another century. He had resigned himself to this rhythm, the endless march of time without end.
Until he felt it.
A tug, faint and almost imperceptible, pulled at something deep within him. It wasn’t physical—no sound or sight had alerted him—but an ache in his chest that stilled his steps. Alucard froze, his golden eyes narrowing as he scanned the crowded square ahead. It was as though the very air had shifted, humming with energy that only he could feel.
And then he saw you.
You stood by a vendor’s cart, a soft lantern glow illuminating your face. You were studying a trinket with quiet curiosity, the way your head tilted and your fingers grazed the item achingly familiar. For a moment, Alucard thought he was seeing a ghost—a cruel trick of his memory. But no, this was different. You were no phantom. You were real, your breath forming faint clouds in the cold air.
His heart, long quiet in its rhythm, seemed to stutter.
You didn’t look exactly the same—your features were new, your clothing suited to this era—but there was no mistaking the essence of you. He had memorized that essence, once cherished it with all the passion of his immortal soul. He had mourned its absence for lifetimes.
And now, impossibly, you were here.
Alucard didn’t realize he had moved until he was closer, his steps silent on the cobblestones. The crowd seemed to part around him, the world narrowing until only you remained. As if sensing his gaze, you looked up, your eyes meeting his.
The moment stretched endlessly.
Your expression flickered with surprise, then confusion, and finally, something deeper—something that mirrored the ache in his chest. “Do I know you?” you asked, your voice soft yet laced with curiosity.
Alucard’s throat tightened. How could he explain centuries of longing in a single moment? “I… don’t believe we’ve met,” he said, though the words tasted like a lie. His voice was steady, but his golden eyes betrayed him, shining with emotions too vast to contain.
You studied him, your brows furrowing slightly. “Are you sure? You seem so familiar, like someone I’ve… known before.”
The quiet recognition in your voice nearly unraveled him. He fought to maintain his composure, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts. Could it truly be you? Or was this some cruel twist of fate—a reincarnation without memory, a soul that had moved on while his remained anchored to the past?
He took a step closer, his movements careful, reverent. “Some souls,” he said softly, “are destined to meet again.”
Your lips parted slightly, and for a moment, you seemed at a loss for words. Then you smiled—a small, tentative thing, but it lit up the space between you. “I don’t know why, but that feels… right. Like I’ve been waiting for this.”
Alucard felt his breath catch. The way you looked at him now, with trust and curiosity, was so achingly familiar. His heart—long silent and cold—felt alive again, beating in time with a hope he dared not name.
“May I ask your name?” he asked, his voice gentle.
You told him, and the sound sent a shiver through him. It was different, yet it carried an echo of the name he had whispered in lifetimes past. He repeated it, savoring the way it felt on his tongue.
“What about you?” you asked, tilting your head. “Who are you?”
For a moment, he hesitated. The name “Alucard” was the shield he wore, the identity he had forged to bear the weight of his lineage. But here, with you, it felt wrong. He wanted you to know him—not the son of Dracula, not the immortal warrior, but the man beneath.
“Adrian,” he said finally, the name quiet yet full of meaning. “You can call me Adrian.”
Your smile widened, and the sight of it made his chest ache. “It’s nice to meet you, Adrian.”
As the two of you wandered through the cobbled streets, a quiet understanding passed between you. You spoke of small things—the city, the people, the revolution brewing in every shadow. Yet, underneath it all, there was an unspoken bond, a connection that transcended words.
But with every step, the weight of the past began to press heavier on Alucard’s heart. He couldn’t ignore it—the memory of your previous life, the way he had failed to protect you, the moment you had been torn from him because of his presence in your world.
You had died because of him.
He stopped walking, his golden eyes clouded with sorrow. You noticed his sudden silence, turning to face him with concern. “Adrian? What’s wrong?”
He opened his mouth to speak but faltered, the words catching in his throat. How could he explain the truth without condemning himself? How could he tell you that loving him, being near him, was a danger you didn’t deserve?
“I… can’t stay,” he said finally, his voice low and heavy.
Your eyes widened, confusion and hurt flashing across your face. “What? Why?”
“I shouldn’t have approached you,” he said, his gaze falling to the ground. “It was selfish of me. I thought… I thought I could handle seeing you again, but I can’t. I’ve already caused you so much pain. I won’t do it again.”
“Adrian,” you whispered, stepping closer. “I don’t understand. What are you talking about?”
He closed his eyes, his fists clenching at his sides. “You don’t remember, but I do. You died because of me. In another life, you loved me, and it led to your end. I can’t let that happen again. I can’t risk losing you a second time.”
Your heart ached at the raw pain in his voice, but before you could respond, he turned away.
“Wait!” you called, your voice trembling. “Will I ever see you again?”
He stopped, his back to you, his golden hair catching the faint light of the lanterns. For a moment, he said nothing, the silence stretching endlessly. Then, he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.
“𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮.”
And with that, he vanished into the night, leaving you alone with a heart full of questions and the faint echo of a love you couldn’t remember but couldn’t forget.
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obito-in-disguise · 9 hours ago
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| How they handle falling for you, realistically |
featuring: Gojo Satoru, Ryomen Sukuna, Nanami Kento, Fushiguro Toji, Geto Suguru, and Kamo Choso.
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Gojo Satoru
When Gojo Satoru realizes he's fallen for you, hard, he starts avoiding you completely.
Beneath his playful and confident exterior was an eerily serious demeanour that you rarely ever got to see, until now.
It hurt like hell. Satoru went from showering you with his affection and time, to giving you curt responses and zero contact. The worst part? When you approached, he’d immediately turn away or take a long detour. As if the mere sight of you was too much.
His eyes widen when you suddenly burst into the supply closet he's been hiding in for the past twenty minutes, hurling a cardboard box filled with gifts and items he’d given you directly at his face the moment he opens his mouth to speak.
"Save it, Satoru. I don’t care anymore."
He grips the box tightly, knuckles white. The sorrow in your eyes was like a blade piercing through him, exactly what he didn’t want.
He hadn’t meant to hurt you. He’d convinced himself that distancing himself was the easiest way to end this. God, he was an idiot.
Quickly, he shoots up, grabbing your arm the moment you turn to walk away. He'd be damned if he didn't try to do something.
"I'm sorry, Y/N."
His voice is softer than usual, almost a whisper, in stark contrast to the force with which he holds onto your arm.
You inhale a shaky breath. "You could’ve just told me you didn’t feel the same way." Your gaze flickers anywhere but at him, fighting back the tears. This whole situation was humiliating.
As soon as the tears well up in your eyes, he instinctively pulls you into a crushing hug. He couldn’t stand to see you cry, especially because of him.
"I'm sorry, Y/N," he repeats, voice trembling. "You deserve better…and that isn’t me. I’m no good for you." His face buries into the top of your hair, his words a whisper, pained and filled with regret.
And that was it? That’s why he made you feel like garbage? You sigh, exhaling a breath of relief before pulling back and smacking his shoulder as hard as you can.
"-What…ow��" he clutches his arm, wide blue eyes staring at you in disbelief.
"You’re an idiot, Satoru" you say, softly this time, your hand gently caressing the spot you hit in a silent apology, but you grip it when you see him open his mouth to argue.
"I'm not a child, Satoru. I think I can decide what's good for me." You offer a small smile, one that immediately melts away all his defenses.
"And that’s you."
Ryomen Sukuna
Falling for someone was not in Sukuna's nature. Love was a weakness, a frivolity that he had neither the patience nor interest for. Yet, there you were, pulling threads of his attention he hadn’t willingly given.
You had been a prize he claimed during one of his many raids, a servant he’d kept around because, quite frankly, he found you amusing. He’d given you several opportunities to flee, and yet, you stubbornly stayed, either stupid or somehow enjoying his presence.
"You’re staring again" you said, not even looking up from the book you were reading.
"I can look at whatever I want. This is my kingdom" he replied, his voice low and dripping with amusement.
You snorted. "You're so humble too…"
His grin widened, sharp and predatory. "Careful, brat. I don’t take kindly to disrespect."
But his words lacked the venom they usually carried. He found himself indulging in this back-and-forth, this bizarre game where you didn’t fear him, where you met his taunts head-on. It was thrilling in ways he didn’t quite understand.
"Or what?" you say, flippantly lifting your feet and crossing them on top of his expensive furniture. The other servants gasped in horror, half-expecting him to snap, but he simply barked out a laugh, flashing his sharp claws in a half-hearted scare.
"Care to find out?" he challenged, dragging one long talon up your pulse point.
Your eyes flicker to his, unimpressed, before you yawn and grab the hand by your neck, cuddling into it and closing your eyes, putting the book away.
Yep. He knew he had definitely fallen when he found himself staying still, barely breathing, so as not to disturb you as you fell asleep, resting against his large hand, a weapon of death and mass destruction.
As you slept soundly, he watched you in the dim light. He could end you with a flick of his wrist, yet the thought was unthinkable. You trapped him in a web of contradictions, frustrating, fascinating, infuriating.
Leaning closer, his voice softens into something almost contemplative as he whispers, "Congratulations, brat. You’ve done the unthinkable."
To love wasn’t his intention. But Sukuna didn’t play fair. If he was falling, he’d make sure you fell harder, and there would be no escape.
Nanami Kento
The realization hit him one evening when you insisted on walking with him home after a long mission.
Every one usually went home in groups or pairs depending on where they lived, but Nanami never had anyone to walk with him.
It wasn’t necessary, he told himself he couldn't care less but, there was something about being left alone that chipped at the human soul.
“You don’t have to do this” he said, keeping his hands firmly in his pockets to avoid brushing against yours.
You simply smile up at him. “But I want to.”
He kept replaying that simple statement over and over. It wasn’t extravagant or particularly sentimental, but it struck him.
"Besides, I think it's about time we become best friends don't you think Kento?"
He stares at you for a good minute wandering if you were crazy. He wasn't the most approachable of persons and he liked it that way, but here you were walking him home and extending an offer of best friendship to him like this was kindergarten.
If Nanami wasn't enthralled before, then he definitely was now.
He takes your heavy bag from your hand before slinging it over his shoulder, ignoring your look of surprise and subsequent grin of victory.
Having somebody to walk with home everyday wouldn't be that bad he decides.
"Consider this a formal acceptance"
Fushiguro Toji
“Don’t you have anything better to do than bother me?” he grumbled, though the corner of his lips twitched upward when you laughed.
Toji wasn’t the type to fall for anyone anymore. Life had made him hard, and love had never been a luxury he could afford.
But you? You were the exception he never saw coming.
“Bother you? I’m the best company you’ll ever get, Fushiguro.”
He only said things like that to hopefully deter you but you didn’t back down, and somehow, that was what broke down his walls.
Every sharp comment, every cold glance he threw your way, you met with puzzling warmth instead.
He hated how easily you got under his skin, how he found himself looking forward to the moments you’d spend together, even if it was just you rambling about nothing while he pretended not to care.
Toji knew he wasn’t a good man. He didn’t deserve you, and he knew it. But the way you looked at him, like he was more than just the sum of his past mistakes, made him want to believe, even just for a moment, that he could be something more.
He sighs, wrapping his arm around you and all but pulling you into his side as he continues to watch TV lazily, the ghost of a smile on his lips when he hears you giggle.
This was going to be a pain, but when was Fushiguro Toji ever afraid of pain?
Geto Suguru
"Is it to your liking?" Suguru asked with his usual charm, his head resting on his fist as he played with your hair, sitting across from you.
Suguru could feel his heart pounding louder when you smiled and nodded before sipping the tea he made.
He’d always been selfish, he knew it. He shouldn’t let himself feel this way, shouldn’t let himself dream of a life where you smiled at him every day.
You had no idea what he harbored, what he was about to become. No matter how hard he tried to rid himself of these thoughts, you’d seep into his mind relentlessly.
"What are you thinking of Sugu?" you asked, setting your cup aside and intertwining your hand with his on the table.
He simply smiled in response, pulling your hand to his lips to place a lingering kiss.
He would let himself fall for you, indulge in you, before he had to let you go, before you would eventually face the horrors he would become.
Kamo Choso
You nearly jump out of your skin when you turn around and immediately come face to face with Choso.
"Choso! what are you doing!"
He immediately takes a few steps back "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you"
You sigh nodding. Staying mad at Choso is impossible, especially when he looks at you like that, like a kicked puppy.
"I have strange feelings for you" he immediately blurts out as soon as he sees that you're ok.
The confession stops you in your tracks. “What?” you ask, eyes widening.
"When I'm around you, my heart feels funny, and the other day when that guy put his hand on your shoulder, I wanted to rip his guts out-"
"woah! ok Choso, I get it" you chuckle, patting his shoulder.
"I just wanted you to know" he murmurs softly, fiddling with his fingers. He knew people got together when they had these strange feelings for eachother and more than ever he wanted that to be you and him. So he had to tell you, even if you didn't feel the same way. You were a chance he was always willing to gamble on.
"Well Choso..." you start, grabbing his hand softly before stepping closer. "Today's your lucky day because I have strange feelings for you too"
As soon as the words leave your mouth, he can't stop himself. He scoops you up into a bone crushing hug, laughing along with you. Even if you hadn't said yes, Choso was more than grateful to have you in his life.
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gothamite-rambler · 2 days ago
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If the batfamily had to deal with knock off merch
Nightwing: Hey, I found a box of plushies that look like you and Robin. Seems to be what they were selling them. I hate to admit it, but they're kind of cute.
Nightwing sauntered over with the box and pulled out a plushie that only had a cowl resembling Batman's.
Batman (glaring at the insulting plush) "Styled" is being generous. The colors are completely off.
Nightwing: I swear you had a pink and blue—
Batman (snatching the plushie, raising his voice angry): The colors are off!
Nightwing: You're right, maybe if it were rainbow-colored, it would look like— Can’t hit me or it’d be considered child abuse!
Batman groaned and flicked Nightwing on the top of his head instead. Nightwing winced rolling his eyes, but as he looked at the cheap knock off plushie he smiled at how adorable it did look.
Batman (clearly offended): I could sue for this.
Nightwing (in a judgmental tone): Sue for bad knockoffs? Ever heard of AliExpress?
Batman (tossing the toy onto the floor): No, because I don’t shop on sites like that.
Nightwing (smugly): Oh, right, my bad. You’re the one percent that can afford those overpriced pieces of garbage?
Batman: Yes, damn it! I also don’t like my image being exploited.
Just then, Melinda, a crook handcuffed and sitting on the floor while waiting for the police, lifted her head, offended.
Melinda: Hey! I'll have you know all my ManBat merchandise is perfectly legal. There are just slight differences that make it fine. You’re here to arrest me for drugs, not for this!
Batman and Nightwing: ManBat?
Nightwing burst into laughter and walked away before Batman could react. Batman rolled his eyes.
Melinda: Seriously, if you want, you can take a couple for free. I actually really like you guys. Just, you know, I have a massive drug problem. Such is life, am I right?
Batman (exasperated): No.
Nightwing: I have a friend who can relate. Can I have the purple ManBat toy for... a friend?
Melinda nodded, revealing a missing front tooth as she smiled. Nightwing quickly grabbed the purple plushie and hugged it tightly like it was the softest item in the world.
Nightwing: It’s soft too!
Batman (tapping his cowl, sighing): Aggravation, frustration—give me that plush!
Nightwing (chuckling): Nope! Mine now.
Batman glared at Nightwing, who still held onto the plushie. He lunged to grab it, but Nightwing sprinted away, Batman in hot pursuit.
Batman: You're a grown man, and it doesn’t even look good!
Nightwing: Don’t care, it’s mine! You never let me buy any toys that have your face on them!
Batman: I refuse to buy products that resemble my own image!
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where-dreamers-go · 1 day ago
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"Rescue" Leon Kennedy x Reader
(A/N: And so I finally write down an idea that’s been cinematically in my mind then made it a soulmate au. Leon Scott Kennedy is back in action! What happens when he realizes he’s closer to his soulmate while on assignment?
Warnings: angst, strong language, canon violence and imagery descriptions, hurt/comfort, fluff, and use of (Y/N) for your name.
Word Count: 4,145 words)
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Mornings set the tone for the rest of the day. On most days. The hours ahead were hopefully to be positive ones. Your day started incredibly early. On purpose and with intention. Around you, wall were white and decorated with monochromatic modern art. Metal chairs were arranged in a rectangular fashion with an empty coffee table in the center as you sat. No magazines or pamphlets to entertain. Each step taken by others on the tile floor echoed in the lobby. There were no conversations or passing comments to fill the space. The sound of your breathing was louder than whatever the receptionist was busying herself with behind the tall desk. Just about ten minutes, you thought as you checked your watch. Talk steady. If they don’t mention a start date, ask. They definitely need more people for data entry. You got this. On your lap, you nervously spun a metal ring around your left index finger. The circular crystal embedded into the metal was currently light blue. Pretty normal. A sign you were not too far nor too close enough to your soulmate. If it was a mood ring the color would had signaled you were possibly calm. Despite your nerves, you felt good about the day ahead. It was an opportunity for something new.
. . .
Rumbling and the occasional bounce of the vehicle were unfortunately the only normal occurrences in Leon Kennedy’s day. Passing into the edge of a town, the team of agents were in route to a facility. A science center in appearance, there was nothing in advancement happening that late morning. The Umbrella Corporation made sure of that. An alert of bioweapons sightings came in two hours ago. To make matter complicated, not all civilians had evacuated the building. So saving any civilians was added to the to-do list. If Leon could save someone, he’d at least smile. “ETA: Two minutes.” The driver called out, another agent. Leon glanced out the small window. All geared up, his vest held nearly every weapon and tool he would need. Beside his watch on his left wrist sat a personal item, a metal bracelet. Both sturdy and a comfort on dark days. Its small crystal within darkened into a deep blue, almost purple. A little too close, Leon thought and hoped it would lighten by the time they moved in. The man could only hope.
. . .
“Shit.” Leon grimaced as he reloaded his gun. The lobby was trashed and blood-stained. Broken chairs and other bare furniture was scattered across the floor. Added a freshly eliminated infected. “Hate to see the break room.” Based on the intact entrance doors and windows, the bioweapons’ forced entry was not through the front of the building. Chris peered around and stated, “I’ll take the right side and sweep the first floor. You take the left.” “Got it.” Leon headed down a hallway. Its usually closed door was splintered across the tile. He avoided stepping on any debris that would crunch under his boots. There was no telling how many infected were in the building. Not until the other agents checked in. After taking a quick look at his watch, Leon registered the drastic change in color on the crystal bracelet. “Oh, fuck.” Leon sighed and swallowed the growing lump in his throat. “Not here. Why do they have to be here?” Steadily checking the hall, all his senses were alert for danger. His mind, however, was tumbling with the worst questions. What if you worked for Umbrella making bioweapons? What if you were a bioweapon, infected and doomed? Just make it quick, Leon thought somberly.
. . .
Adjusting yourself quietly off of your half-asleep leg, you leaned against the tile wall. Hunched in the back corner of the largest restroom stall was turning into a new, unwanted activity. I should’ve left as soon as the interview was over, you thought for perhaps the twelfth time in the past two and a half hours.
Over your time hiding, screeches could still be heard every so often. Piercing and making your blood run cold. Always when hope of it being gone rose in you, your heard it. Frightening and disheartening. You counted yourself lucky. For your quick thinking and for having your phone on silent, you were still alive. Too bad the cell signal sucked on the third floor. If only your heartbeat was the loudest sound that morning. How is this evening happening? You wondered as you counted the tile again. Feeling distressed would sure to wreck havoc on your system later. Raising your head, you swore you heard a sound. Please be nothing. The sound grew faintly louder. Soles of shoes out in the hallway. You remained silent. Not knowing who or what rampaged through the building after your interview left you at a disadvantage. One you were well aware of. At first, you had suspected an armed attack to the company, however blood-chilling roars proved otherwise. I wanna go home. You thought, still as stone on the floor. You were not about to meet any creature face to face. Bipedal or not. Small thumps shook the main door of the restroom. Is someone trying to come in? How well could that lock above the main door hold for?
THUMP ping WHAM
You covered your mouth as you nearly jumped out of your skin. “Hello?” A deep voice called out. “Is anyone in here?” Heart beating rapidly, you did not dare to move. Could you trust the stranger? This random man? How long were you intending on hiding in a stall? Bending lower, you observed dark boots slowly making their way into the restroom. A room with five stalls. “Listen, I’m here to help.” Likely, you thought suspiciously. “It’s too dangerous to be in here,” he said three steps closer. “We’re on orders to rescue civilians.” And he totally knows I’m in here. Government or something? “My name’s Leon. I can get you out of here.” Fine. Fine. Okay! “Are those things still out there?” You asked in a broken whisper. Fear and hours of silence effecting you. “Yeah.” “Crap.” “Tell me about it.” Your eyebrows pinched together. Didn’t expect him to say that. Easing yourself up to stand, your body was more than a little relieved to be off of the cold, hard tile. You took a steady breath. As quietly as you could, you unlocked the stall door and peered out. Icy blue eyes regarded you immediately.
“I’m Leon.” Said the man with dirty blond hair. A bulletproof vest covered his torso and overall distracting from his casual clothes. “Are you all right . . . ?” “(Y/N).” You answered, trying really hard not to glance a the gun he held. With all the other ‘tools’ on his person, he seemed pretty legit to you. “Is . . . everyone else hiding too?” Lips pressing together, Leon glanced away for a moment. Oh, no. “We still haven’t done a complete sweep of the building yet, but the team has found others.” He stated. “I’m sure they locked themselves in their offices if they didn’t run out.” “Do you know who’d be in an office now?” “I have no idea.” You said honestly, “I was just here for a job interview.” His eyebrows rose a fraction. “Oh yeah?” His tone was steady. “Guess I’ll keep looking.” You shrugged. “I hope you have better luck next time,” Leon turned back to the open door. “Let’s get going. Stay close.” “Okay.” What choice did you have otherwise but to follow him? You were ill prepared to observe the aftermath of whatever happened. The eerie emptiness and scattered belongings throughout the hall. Maybe this guy was your ticket out, your guarantee of going home. Anything was better than your earlier options.
Leon hadn’t been exaggerating when he said ‘sweep’. With his weapon ready, he checked every open room. Thankfully nothing scary showed itself. “Any chance they gave you a tour?” Leon asked as he glanced up and down a hallway. “No. But they have some pictures on their website.” “Helpful.” “Not really,” you whispered. Glancing over his shoulder, Leon gave you an amused look. Oh. Good sarcasm. You tore your gaze away. An open door down the hall became occupied uncannily fast. So quietly. Someone leaned against the doorframe. Stepping out, their professional attire looked wrong, hanging where it shouldn’t. A gravely, strangled breath carried towards the pair of you. Leon turned with aimed precision. Remaining still, you felt coldness creep up your arms. Something was very wrong. The person hobbled into the hall with unblinking eyes and a strangled screech. Their pace increased as they angled in your direction.
BANG
You covered your ears a second too late. What used to be an employee laid in an unmoving heap on the tile floor. Discolored and inhuman. “What happened to them?” You asked with a shaky voice. “They’re infected,” answered Leon as he turned down the other half of the hall. You kept up without missing a beat. “So a zombie?”
GRRAAAH!
Two more infected raced out from the open room behind you. Jaws slacked and fingers clenched forward like claws, they targeted the pair of you. “Crap,” you exclaimed. Before you could move anywhere, Leon had opened fire on the infected. Aim perfect and practiced. The threats were down before your heart rate raised too high. Grumbling under his breath, Leon went forward to inspect the room. “Stay right there.” He advised as you remained by the hall’s intersection. “Sure.” Freaking zombies, you thought. Out of everything -- anything. Zombies. Briefly, you peered around and thankfully nothing moved. Leon’s handling this well. Maybe zombies aren’t new? And real. You cringed at the thought. Witnessing and knowing what had rampaged through the building earlier wasn’t a comfort. A bit of scary closure maybe. “All clear in there,” Leon announced as he joined you. “We’ll see the rest of the floor and meet back up with the team downstairs.” “Cool.” You breathed out a short reply. “Don’t worry,” Leon assured you, “I’ll get you outta here.” “I appreciate it. Really.” He sent you a small smile. It warmed the hope in your heart.
The rest of the hall held knocked over seating areas and ignored art. Beyond it was a closed set of doors. Unlocked and probably designed with fire safety in mind. Leon paused as he reached one of the doors. Does he hear something? You dared not stand too close. Not that standing near your new acquaintance was disagreeable. Simply, you did not want to be in his way.
WHAM
“Leon!” You jumped back against the wall. On the floor with growling and grunting was a struggle of alarming visuals. Both Leon and an terribly disfigured infected fought for purchase, for an upper-hand. For survival. Frantically watching over Leon with increased anxiety, you didn’t move. You didn’t even scream. Should I kick it? With a frown, Leon hit the infected back to get out one shot. It was enough. Leon scooted back before rising to his feet. “You all right?” He turned to you. “Me? Sure. You?” “I could use some pizza later.” Leon said as he cautiously entered the section of the hallway. “Sounds good,” you added as you followed him and dearly hoped your stomach wouldn’t start vocalizing its agreement. Especially after witnessing that frightful fight.
Glancing around, the plain walls gave a stark contrast to what could be lurking behind every door. Every unexplored corner. “We almost made a full circle,” you announced as you spotted a familiar elevator at the very end of the hall. “Then we’re out of here and --” “What?” Leon’s arm came up to block you from moving forward. A well defined, muscular arm. You didn’t notice anything abnormal. Yet that didn’t make you feel any less hesitant of what lay ahead. So you elected to stand behind Leon. “Show yourself.” Leon called out with his gun raised to a doorway. “If they’re still human.” You whispered.
Steadily with raised hands, two people in business casual attire walked out of an office. They appeared healthy. Definitely unnerved in their situation. But human nonetheless. “We just want safe passage out,” said the taller of the two men. No duh, you thought as you brought yourself to stand beside Leon. “Then stay close.” “Who are you?” Asked the second man wearing glasses. “I’m Leon Kennedy. I’m on orders to --” “Rescue us?” Interrupted the first man. “Let’s not waste time.” “Right.” Leon subtly turned to check on you. Blue eyes giving you a quick once over. You gave a brief, if not tiny, smile of encouragement.
The faster we’re out of here the better. At least those two had each other. You thought as you followed Leon across the echoing tile. “Which department are you from?” You glanced over your shoulder to notice the shorter man directing his question to you. “Oh, I don’t work here,” you answered. Both man shared concerned frowns between themselves. Therefore, you followed up quickly with, “I was here for a job interview. For data entry.” “And you didn’t do it from home?” Asked the taller man. “I . . . didn’t see that option.”
Being as the men asked no more questions, you set your sights straight ahead. Thankfully, stepping around a trashed bulletin board. You kept closer to Leon than your new group members. Definitely not going to work at any place associated with this one, you thought as all of you reached the end of the hall. Stealthily, Leon crept into a stairway and quietly beckoned the three of you onward. “We’re three floors up,” whined the taller man behind you. “I’ve never not taken the elevator.” “Good time to try them out,” commented Leon as he headed down stairs. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Better than ten flights of stairs, you thought to yourself. Even better with Leon leading the way. He probably did the ground floor too. Hope of safety and freedom, you lively took each step. Easily done even with two grumbling men following after you. You’d think they’d be more thankful. They work here! You frowned. Did they call for help? “Uh, Leon?” You inquired. “Yeah?” He paused to look up to you. Patience in his eyes. “Are there any more of those . . . things in the lobby?” “There shouldn’t be.” “That’s not very confident,” sneered the shorter and obnoxious man. You rolled your eyes. “Let’s keep going,” Leon announced and took two steps at a time.
With the door to the lobby in sight, you were anxious to see if the rest of Leon’s team found other survivors. Surely, there were people who weren’t infected. What do we do when we’re out? You wondered. Were other buildings attacked too? You swallowed dryly. Where does Leon go?
SLAM
Yelping, you peered above as a broad shouldered infected burst through the second floor’s door. “RUN!” At Leon’s order, you rushed passed him to the door. In seconds, you were back in the same lobby and surrounded by broken furniture as your heart pounded in your chest. Electing to head towards the reception desk was your first thought. The front entrance was further off and a little too good to be true. “Hey,” you stumbled as the two men pushed passed you. The men did not utter a word to you nor did they let up their speed. They knew where they were going. They knew where to hide. Both heading towards a far door. But what if they run right to a zombie? Fear rushing through you again, you made your way to the tall desk. After checking inside the space, you entered through the unlocked door. You were safe for the time being. Just wait for Leon. That’s all. You thought as you tried calming your breathing. He’ll be fine. We can go home. I can, you corrected yourself. Everything will be fine. Quietly, you sat on the cushioned chair. You’re safe. Just breathe. Besides your breathing and heartbeat, you did not hear anything else. A relief for sure until you immediately considered your new friend. The brave man you left in a stairwell alone with some monster. Your stomach dropped as you remembered him being tackled earlier.
“(Y/N)?” Called out a familiar voice. “Leon,” you exclaimed happily and jumped out of your seat. In another breath and a few echoing footsteps, Leon was in front of the receptionist desk. A smirk soon curving his lips. “Rethinking a job position?” Leon asked with raised eyebrows. “No.” You hastily exited the tiny room. He didn’t appear injured. “Where are the others?” “I think they took the stairs.” Pointing off in the direction they had gone, you asked. “Are they going back up?” A frown creased Leon’s concerned expression. Their actions troubled him. “They could’ve left, right?” You glanced towards the entrance. “Yeah . . . So why go down to the basement?” “There’s a basement?” Icy blue eyes regarded you. “Not that I’m scared of basements,” you said quickly. “We can check it out. Maybe they’re stealing or something.” “We have to get you out of here.” “Them too. Who knows what they’re doing? They might need help. Not with stealing hopefully.” Expression softening, Leon nodded. “Come on. Stay close.” “Will do.” You whispered with a determined nod of your own. “Not too close to step on your heels though.” “Heh. That’s the least of my worries.” “But everything should be good now, right?” “Let’s hope.”
Together, Leon and yourself made a beeline for the basement door. An easy task even with knocked over display cases of assorted business accomplishments and dead infected in your path.
Despite everything, you thought, at least Leon is easy to get along with. The lady who interviewed me was . . . seemed bothered to talk. Oh well. Coming up to the door, Leon raised his left hand to the handle. It was then that you finally noticed his bracelet as you stood mostly behind him. A crystal so dark a shade, you nearly mistook it as onyx. You took a quick glance at your ring. “Oh.” Heat rose to your neck. “Yeah,” murmured Leon over his shoulder. “Some first meeting, huh?” “Yah think?” Of all other things to happen today. My soulmate is rescuing me from zombies? What the heck is going on? You blinked and asked without another thought, “You knew this whole time?” “There was no one else in the restroom.” “Touché.” Stepping back, you observed Leon peek beyond the door. You weren’t quite sure what to make of the indistinctive sounds coming up. Leon did. Grabbing his walkie talkie, he communicated the news to his team. Something about an umbrella and biological weaponry. The others advised a warning regarding the two employees. What is his job exactly? Efficiently and quickly, Leon checked over his gun and remaining supplies. Set for another round of sweeping. “Stay here,” he ordered firmly as he pushed open the door. “But--” “Here.” You sighed and leaned against the wall. “Fine, but come back in one piece. This place has made me nervous all morning.” “Then we’ll have lunch somewhere else.” In a blink of an eye, Leon was out of your sight. Every minuscule sound afterwards made you jump or hurriedly check your surroundings. Being alone again activated the rest of your fear. It was a wonder how being in good company, very capable company, eased your worries. He’s my freaking soulmate, you thought as you attempted keeping your breathing even. And he’s down there with two strangers or fighting off infected like a regular Thursday for him. You sighed again. Tuesdays suck.
. . .
“Damn it,” Leon leapt out of the way. A basement of a science center should had been much quieter and clear than how Leon found it. Somewhere behind a generator, the two men -- scientists -- were terrified and hardly conscious. In the open area beyond, storage containers stood a large infected. Slender with thick legs, the infected had a new target. It lowered to the floor with a deep growl. Just my luck, thought Leon. Thankfully, the experienced agent was more motivated than usual. With Chris and the rest of the team on the way down, they’d be finished in no time, which left good news in regards to his soulmate. You were alive and well. Leon was determined to keep you safe no matter the danger. “Who’s hunting who, pal?”
BANG BANG BANG
. . .
Anxious and heart rate moderately high, you remained close to the basement door. Nothing came in or out of the lobby. All around you had remained silent as chaos erupted beyond the closed door. Half an hour of not knowing what occurred in the basement felt like two hours worth of unnerved twitching. Is the whole basement full of infected? You thought as you fiddled with your ring. What if one comes out? What if Leon doesn’t --? “Ah.” You nearly jumped a foot back as the door opened and a team walked out wearing protective vests. Not one could you recognize. Each armored and live human eyed you before heading to the exit. Even the two men from earlier were dragged out. Weird. You thought, expecting someone to at least converse with you for security reasons. “Uh…” Despite the clear lack of danger, the situation appeared all the more odd. Confusing too. Less odd, thankfully, when a familiar dirty blond haired man stepped out into the lobby. “Leon.” You rushed up to him without a second thought. A little beat-up with red marks, Leon turned in your direction. “How are you not one bruise?” You exclaimed. “Give it time.” Leon smiled. “Are you okay?” You asked. “A little hungry, but fine.” You shook your head. “You’re something else, you know that?” “In a bad way?” “No… Different in a very…unexpectedly impressive way. If that makes sense?” “Heh.” Leon rubbed the back of his neck. He is pretty handsome, you thought off-handedly. “So, if all’s well, what now?” “We get out of here.” He answered simply before adding, “medical checks, debriefs, reports.” “I’ll take that over infected.” “Me too.” Icy blue eyes studied you softly. All seriousness and survival focus faded away. He was Leon Kennedy. A man who probably did not expect to find his soulmate amongst entering chaos. “Leon!” A muscular man called from the entrance. “Let’s go!” Without a word, Leon and yourself headed out of the building. Armored and unmarked vehicles were pulling into the parking lot. An organized sign of clean-up. It was going to be okay. You survived and your soulmate found you when all was terrifying. The rest of the day lay ahead. “So…about lunch?” Leon murmured.
. . .
Music smoothly filled your living room as a movie played with interruption. Something calm and a little nostalgic. Just what you needed. Days had gone by after all the checkups and documenting of the events that had taken place at the science center. You hadn’t even looked at your résumé after that. On a brighter note, the ordeal had placed your soulmate in your life. When each document had been signed and you were free to go, you were able to start getting to know each other in a domestic setting. No infected sightings. No upcoming job interviews. Both of you were completely safe and quite comfortable. Relaxing on the couch, you found solace in being all snuggled into Leon’s side. Cozy and cared for. He had an arm wrapped around you as his other hand played with the soulmate ring on your finger. Together and alive. You counted yourselves lucky. Situations could had been extremely different. Over the past week or so, nightmares plagued your sleep and made days uneasy. So having Leon, your soulmate, who completely understood helped. Life didn’t have to be all scary. Neither of you needed to run from one day to the next. You were able to take things slow or any pace you desired. All would be okay. Leon had promised safety. You had no doubt he meant it.
Nudging your head against Leon, you caught a glimpse of his smile. Like a sunrise. “Leon.” “Hmm?” “We could pretend we met in a grocery store or something.” “Oh, yeah?” He pulled you closer. “Like during a holiday rush. It gets wild…I’ve heard.” “Which aisle?” You snickered, “Toilet paper aisle.” “Nothing says ‘want a date’ like two ply.” “Homemade pizza does.” You kissed his chin and was rewarded another smile from Leon. “You had me at ‘not really’. After I asked if they gave you a tour.” “That’s so random.” “You were just being you. How could I not like you?” You raised an eyebrow. “Is this a soulmate thing?” “As long as we’re together, I don’t care what it’s called.” Gently, Leon leaned in to kiss your forehead. His smile curved against your skin. “I’m just glad I found you.”
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violet-eng · 2 days ago
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🔞 See you on the other side | Thanos (Choi Subong x fem!reader)
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I HAVEN'T WRITTEN ANYTHING IN A LONG TIME, VERY ASHAMED OF HOW BADLY WRITTEN OR BASIC THIS MAY BE.
Anyway, I don't know where this came from, I've had this desire for Choi Seunghyun stuck for like 10 years now, somehow I had to get rid of it. I'm still embarrassed…
Awkward plot, as always, I must add drama because if my life is full of drama then the fanfic just the same.
Summary: Fem reader has cancer, her ex is Subong, who asked her for drugs when she was working at the hospital, she gave them to him because they were for his jet lag and dizziness, but things escalate and she ends up fired and he with some sort of dependency. Anyway, they meet again in the squid game and he tries to fix everything with her because he obviously didn't forget her. And OBVIOUSLY for this first fic we have the typical and respectable BATHROOM SCENE.
Warnings 🔞🔥: mentions of cancer, SEX, SMUT, oral fem receiving, fingering. That…
In this fic, Thanos would be behaving somewhat bottom/sub? Is real life T.O.P a bottom? ask jiyong, enjoyyyyyy but not too much
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Three people down, or perhaps it was four? In situations where one's personal safety is compromised, the finer details can appear insignificant. Your hands and legs trembled, and your entire body was a nervous system susceptible to error and misstep. You felt the acceleration of your heartbeat in your throat and ears, echoing in your head, and perspiration running down your cheekbones, the salty sensation in your mouth.
Your eyes turned to the spot where a figure was jumping carefree, holding the surprise in your chest when you saw Subong in the crowd, your Subong. He looked like a hallucination, hovering among the players, jumping over the corpses with a maniacal grin… drugs… your drugs.
The daily game had reached its end. It was shocking that people had died in such a strange way, and there were many questions to be answered. However, the pain was even more overwhelming because cancer was like that: painful, unbearable without medicine, especially in the current circumstances.
'Señorita' the voice was behind you; you felt his presence, the shadow of his figure enveloping you completely, and the scent of his skin and the dye of his hair brought back precious but bitter memories. How much pain love can endure.
'Su-bong', you whispered, though you thought your voice was firm, the nuance was faint and the volume low.
'My baby! What are you doing here?"His arms abruptly embraced you, drawing you into his body, and your cheek bumped against his chest.You felt that familiar, heady feeling of being protected by him — loved.
Away from the crowd, Subong inspects your face, noticing spots of blood that are not yours and a couple of dark circles under your eyes… nothing else.
'You don't look well,' he says with a grimace.
'I need some,' you say, your breathing heavy, your eyes watering, your gaze beseeching, 'You owe me. I got them for you.'
He does not take you up on your request, nor does he attempt to argue with you, because he knows that is one of the reasons you lost your medical licence.
'Say "Aaah"'.
He brings one of his hands in front of you, a colourful pill between his fingers, and slowly touches your lower lip to make you open your mouth.His fingers enter, and your tongue takes the pill, but habit, treacherous habit, appears and your tongue tastes his fingers. A touch of what you had been.
Your eyes meet his as you both reminisce about the good times you shared during your relationship. When you two were an item, he would gently slide his fingers into your mouth, and within moments, you would be caught up in a passionate embrace, him on top of you, making love from behind while whispering a range of compliments in your ear.
'Better?' he inquires, his fingers gently tracing the lips around your mouth. You nod as the memory fades. You feel as if you've tasted a taste of normality, something you haven't enjoyed in years.
The night after games and food, you feel heavy and lethargic. You sweat and shiver, and you realise that it is a reaction of your body. You had treated several patients like this for years, and the helplessness of becoming one had made you fall into a very dark place, almost abandoning yourself.
"Bathroom" you request one of the guards, but your voice is not as steady as your gaze. The guard declines, and you consider that if you had a pen with you, you would have moved him out of your way, as you did with the insurance agent who had refused to cover your chemotherapy.
"It's urgent. I just want to freshen up" you insist, aware that in your position you can't make demands like that.
‘Hey bro, she has cancer, if it was your sister or your mother would you treat her like this?’ Subong appears at the right moment, after having watched you for a long time, “look at her, she can't even stand up”.
He places his arm around you and shakes you vigorously, as if manipulating a rag doll. His methods are deceptively straightforward, yet his success is unparalleled.Even if you had been in optimal health, he would have still prevailed.
You wash your face and pour water on the back of your neck, observing the reflection in the mirror. Your bruised features bear little resemblance to the respectable oncologist you used to be.
Subong's drugs have effectively mitigated your feelings of rejection, causing all sentiments towards the person in the mirror to dissipate within moments. Although you don't recognize yourself, you feel a sense of rejuvenation, as if returning to a state of strength and painlessness.
Subong approaches you, resting his chin on your shoulder, leaning his hands against the sink. You feel his breath in your ear and the soft brush of his lips on your neck, his kisses below your ear, at the precise spot that makes your skin bristle, reminiscent of their days together.
Subong's voice, husky and subtle, with sweet undertones, asks, "Feeling better?" The enigma that is Subong: he seems impenetrable and stoic when he raps, yet under the stage he is a sensitive and playful creature, always with a striking look and a touch of madness.
"Better," you reply, looking in the mirror and observing the closeness between the two of you, as if time hasn't passed, as if you were never done with him, as if your souls weren't on a tightrope drifting off to who knows where. You experience a sense of longing for him, the intimacy, the warmth of his embrace, the soft rhythm of his breathing, the way his lips cling to your skin without kissing you, as if it causes him discomfort to touch you, as if you were made of porcelain.
"When we make that money, I'll pay for your chemotherapy," he says. His voice is masculine and deep, rough, and his eyes are like fogged glass, intrinsically wounded by your illness as if it were his own.
"What about your debts?" you inquire, turning to him, cradling his face in your hands, him still leaning on the sink behind you.
He bends down to look at you blearily, and with a smirk, almost cartoonishly, he says, "Fuck the debt. I only care about your well-being. I'll see who I'll take his share from."
This provokes laughter from you, which you hadn't experienced in nearly a year. The corners of your lips ache, and the sensation of your cheeks expanding sends shivers down your skin.
Subong remarks, "There it is," as he touches the tip of your nose. "My girl's cute laugh." His fingers trace the contours of your lips, evoking memories on your skin with his touch, and reviving sensations you thought were lost.
He knows how to make you feel good, how to tease you, and how to be gentle because he knows your body wouldn't be able to handle it if he used all his strength.It's like when you went to the bars -the body remembers, so you move naturally from soft kisses and panting to one of the cubicles.
Your pants are on the floor, your underwear is around one of your ankles, and you are sitting on the toilet seat.Subong is skilled at rapping, which allows his tongue to glide with delight. He breathes softly as he holds his face between your legs.His fingers glide up your thighs, tracing ancient marks with his thumbs, while his tongue paints your velvety walls with his devotion.
You intertwine your fingers in his hair, your head thrown back, your eyes rolling back as the combination of drugs and his adept tongue takes hold. You hear him emit a low, throaty sound as you discreetly disengage from his grasp and press his face against yours, his nose brushing against your sensitive area.
You inhale his scent, the rhythm of your heart accelerating, and you feel the warmth of his fingers between your legs. His fingers begin to brush against your folds, and you recognize the familiarity of this touch.
"I don't think I can bear it," you whisper, pulling him away from you. Your hands are in his hair, your eyes fixed on his, which are black and smiling as his tongue wipes his chin. His tanned skin is glistening with the crystals of your juices.
"I promise to be gentle. I will make you feel good, baby." The dichotomy of sweetness of his face and the naughtiness of his fingers exploring your womanhood plunges you into an unknown territory somewhere between amusement and discretion.He enjoys seeing the way you squirm at his touch, at his fingers delving inside you and roaming over formerly dominated territory.
He swiftly locates your sensitive areas, his fingers pressing firmly into your body. His fingers disappear into your ecstasy, and you begin to rhythmically shake your hips, in harmony with the intruders testing your last reserves of sanity.
"So… ohhh-"
Subong looks at you satisfied as you begin to chant incoherently. He has always loved to please you, and that's why he has been so devoted to your body, learning every nook and cranny and experimenting with his movements to achieve the perfect reaction of your being, which is now destroyed under his fingers.
"More," you moan, gripping his shoulders with your nails, and he, your devoted instrument of pleasure, takes you to the edge of losing yourself in your own pleasure, of feeling every electric fiber of your body.
"Don't hold back."The rough voice and soft tongue are in full effect, and you can feel your body responding with heightened sensation. Your voice is almost a scream, your teeth holding back your lips, and your shoulders tensing as it reaches its peak, and then it explodes inside you. You exhale hard, your legs wrapping around his head, your hands in his hair, almost tearing out his locks.
"Shit," he laughs, as you shudder and catch your breath. "When you heal, I'll do you better. I promise." He rises to kiss you, his tongue touching the roof of your mouth, and your own taste bathes your tongue.
"How did you know I had cancer?" you know this is not the time to ask, and yet you do.He smiles over your lips as he kisses you.
"When I went to see you at the hospital, they told me you had been arrested by the police for stabbing an insurance agent during your chemotherapy," he says over you, proud as he wipes traces of saliva from your chin.
"You knew my medical license had been taken away. Why did you look for me at the hospital?"
"I wanted to beg your forgiveness. I would ask one of your old friends for her phone to call you, you would have answered them," he said, kneeling down to pull your panties up.
"I am sorry I blocked your number."
"It's all in the past," he says, smiling up from the floor and wiping his lip with his thumb. "It was good," he continues, "when we get out of here, you can unblock me."
"Do you believe we'll survive this?" you pull up your pants and escort him out of the cubicle.
"I'm not certain of anything, but if anything happens, I'll see you on the other side," he says, taking your hand in his and stroking the back of your skin.
"See you on the other side…"
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txrully · 2 days ago
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toxic till the end
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·˚ ༘ ꒱ genre angst
·˚ ༘ ꒱ warnings toxic relationship, emotional abuse, attachment issues, neglect and abandonment, self-doubt, manipulation, codependency
·˚ ༘ ꒱ song inspo toxic till the end - rosé
·˚ ༘ ꒱ a/n never in my life did i think that i'd write down those warnings- but this song was stuck in my head for so long i had to write smth abt it :')
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his favorite game is chess, who would ever guess?
you like to reminisce about the times when you played chess together – the concentrated look on his face as his hair covered his eyes. that look would always stay in your head for the remainder of the day after you (horribly) lost your little match as always. there are no hard feelings though, it's all fun and games in the end.
playing with the pieces in my chest
"not now, y/n. i have to do something important." he'd tsk as you removed yourself from the (one-sided) hug. "okay..." you almost mumbled inaudibly. he let out a small sigh and quickly mentioned that he'd make it up to you soon. that's how it always was, after all.
now he's on the screen, saying 'don't leave'
"y/n, don't do this to me—to us. just come back home and we'll talk this out." you read the text over and over. how could you come back? it felt like a never-ending cycle from love to pain. at first, he'd always act like the oh-so-perfect boyfriend you fell in love with. but then it's like a rock hits his head and in the blink of an eye—he acts cold towards you. why should you return to the "love of your life" if he keeps breaking your heart?
you stole that line from me, 'cause you're just jealous and possessive
"who are you talking to?" it was as if he suddenly appeared out of thin air to check the reason why you were laughing so hard. "uhm, just my friends... why?" you'd awkwardly answer. "nothing... let's go for a stroll in the park for now." any thoughts of doubt you had were immediately thrown out the window as you let out a small smile. it's been a long time since you both hung out together, so why not enjoy yourselves?
so manipulating, honestly, impressive
"i recommend you try this one—it's one of our best sellers!" an employee suggested to you. "well, i think you should try this one." your boyfriend handed you another item. in all honesty, you preferred the employee's pick more than his, but... it wouldn't hurt to try it, you supposed. seeing the look on your face, he immediately added, "do you not trust me, love?" your eyes immediately widened a bit. "huh? of course i do! you know what, let's just take your recommendation and leave, yeah?" the poor employee nervously looked between the two of you, unsure if he was intruding or not.
you had me participating
"come on, it wouldn't hurt to try?" he'd chuckle a bit as he saw the nervous look on your face. out of all the things you could do together, it just had to be skateboarding. "but wouldn't it get annoying if i fall?" you hesitantly asked. after all, you've never touched a skateboard in your life. and again and again, he'd tell you, "nonsense. i'm here." he really liked playing with your heartstrings, didn't he?
back then, when i was running out of your place
you like to think of yourself as a patient person. and that meant that between the two of you, you were definitely the more easygoing one in this relationship. although in this moment, it certainly didn't seem like it. "how could you forget our anniversary!?" you were beyond mad—maybe even livid. today marked another year of putting up with... this. he stayed silent. sometimes, you wonder if he ever cared about this day as much as you did since he always seemed to forget it. today seemed like the world had everything against you. from getting up late because the stupid alarm didn't do its job, leading to you falling down the stairs from being in such a hurry, preparing each other's lunch, arriving late to your destination and getting scolded for it, and finally, this? there's only so much a person can take. without uttering a single syllable, you grabbed the keys to your car, avoiding eye contact with the "only one who'd understand you."
i said, 'i never wanna see your face'
i meant, 'i couldn't wait to see it again'
not long after, you found yourself walking in the rain, back to your shared apartment after taking a stroll in the park, all alone. even though you were mad at him, you couldn't really blame him. 'he was always stressed during this time... he probably didn't notice the date then... so it was... my fault?' drenched in cold water, you unlocked the door quietly, noticing a dimly lit candle with a small gift next to it. "you're back." he said while leaning on the bedroom door. it's almost as if he predicted you'd come back at this time. oh right... this always happens. "well, get cleaned up. i'm heading to bed." you left to the bathroom in a hurry. you hated this endless cycle the two of you seemed to have, yet at the same time, you didn't want to leave him. you loved him too much. maybe you can sort things out in the morning? love conquers all... doesn't it?
we were toxic till the end
— rin, sae, kaiser, ness, nagi, reo
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note. some characters are ooc bc... well i did 6 characters in one ☠️😭
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reareaotaku · 3 days ago
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Guard of My Heart
Summary: King Todoroki 'promotes' you as Shoto personal guard after an attack on the kingdom, but there might be more than meets the eye. Tw: Yandere! Shoto
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You were confused when King Todoroki called you in for a meeting. It was probably to talk about how his ex-son, Touya, decided to set an attack on the kingdom, specifically the heir, Shoto. Touya had not been happy when the King announced that instead of the eldest son taking the throne, the youngest would. Natsuo hadn't been bothered by the decision, in fact he had not been surprised at all. Touya on the other hand... furious.
You knocked on the big metal doors, waiting for the king to tell you to come in. You peak in when you hear his voice call for you. You slowly step inside, treading lightly.
He gestures towards his son, Shoto, causing you to grimace. He was probably going to yell at you about the attack. Imagine your surprise when it was something else entirely.
"The attack-"
"Yes sir, I know, we were taken by sur-"
"I wasn't finished." He doesn't yell, but he was stern.
"Sorry."
"I want you to watch Shoto."
You look over at Shoto, making eye contact with you. He wasn't big like his father, but was definitely capable of taking care of himself. He had a strange look in his eyes, like... He knew something you didn't.
"A personal guard? So I'm being demoted?"
"Demoted?" He looks at you bewildered. "You're the personal guard of the future king, you should take pride in that."
"Of course, I'm sorry, but s-"
"No buts, I gave you a job, do it."
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You followed Shoto closely, your eyes being the only thing he could see with your armor on. He tilts his head, trying to see in your peep holes, causing you to flinch back.
"What do you look like?"
"Nothing you'd want to see."
He huffs and steps back, before running a hand through his hair. He clicks his tongue, before heading towards his bed. He sits down and looks back over at you.
You stood awkwardly by the door, trying to avoid eye contact with the prince.
"My brot- Touya, thinks he can just send in a group and take over the kingdom. He really is much stupider than I ever thought."
You look at him, a little confused where he was going with this.
"He thinks he has birth right to the throne. But, when he left, he lost all that. He is a fool if he ever thought our father would let him on the throne."
"What about you?"
"Me?"
"Do you want the throne?"
He pauses, looking away from you and to his feet. "Does it matter?"
"It does to me."
He lets out a soft laugh, "If not me, it'll be another. I don't think it matters."
"Running the country is a big job."
"A job anyone could do. We have many positions that deal with our political affairs. The king isn't all that you think it is. It's more of an appearance job."
"You don't sound to fond of becoming king."
He looks at you, his eyes soft. "Well, who am I to fight destiny?"
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Your eyes scanned the room, still amazed about the extravagant items in Prince Todoroki's room. You avoided eye contact with said male, not wanting to give off the wrong impression.
He didn't like that very much. It almost felt like an insult. What, is he not good enough for you? He just sighed, but decided not to comment on it.
"How do you feel about my father?"
"I'm sorry?"
"My father. What do you think about him?"
"He's my king."
Todoroki laughs, "Please, you don't have to kiss ass in front of me. You can tell me how you really feel." Todoroki begins to remove his blazer, causing your face to turn a bright red. "Uh, Prince Todoroki-"
"Call me Shoto, I'm not the only Prince Todoroki, you know. Besides, we're going to be really close, might as well call me by my first name."
"Oh, I don't know if I can do that-"
"Well, it wasn't a request, it was a command. Don't call me that."
"What about your father?"
"He can kiss my ass." He looks at you before gesturing you to come close to him.
You slowly walk towards him, before he reaches for your helmet, which causes you to step back.
"Let me see you."
"I don't know."
"Please?" He tilts his head, his eyes wide.
Your metal fingers touch the rim of your helmet, but you don't remove.
Shoto had already seen you before. It would not have been a problem if he saw you now. He just wanted you to show him. Though, if he had to force you, he would.
"Remove your helmet."
You looked at him, before finally removing your helmet. Shoto examines every inch of your face. He had never seen you up so close, so he wanted to memorize your features. He reaches his hand out and caresses your face, before pulling some hair out of your face. "Why did you become a guard? You're such a pretty girl."
"Not everyone gets to live in the lap of luxury, my prince."
He doesn't respond after that, instead taking his hand off your face and caressing your helmet. You were right, but he didn't want to admit it.
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eclectic-sassycoweyes · 4 hours ago
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WIP Wednesday
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An idea for a future/Jonah fic merged with Ranch Fic which I believed I've shared a bit of before. It won't leave my head. Here is a snippet from a chapter in which Jonah starts preschool and brings home a gift in the form a stomach bug they all get to take their turn with. Look how happy the little guy is with himself.
Thus this snippet is also me jumping aboard the Carlos Sickfic train whoo Niz you're still the captain and the driver I'm just joining the ride for a bit! Warnings for descriptions of nausea and a mention of throwing up but no more than those exact words.
He kind of wants to check in on Jonah and TK, wants to say goodbye to Jonah before he leaves for half the day but his eyelids are already drooping and the nausea still sits on the edge of his consciousness. He feels like he has a small window of time wherein if he just moves very little and goes to sleep soon he might be able to skip the next bout of nausea.
His wish is granted anyway as the bedroom door opens, Jonah entering first along with TK’s voice reminding him to be gentle, TK himself emerging last.
“He wanted to show you the dragon he chose,” TK says as Jonah climbs carefully up the bed to sit next to Carlos.
“Hey Jonah," Carlos says, fighting to keep his eyes open as he pushes Jonah’s bangs away from his forehead. He’s gonna need a haircut again soon. “Did you choose a good one?”
“Look!” Jonah says, pulling at the hem of his shirt and puffing his chest out, proudly showcasing the pink dragon on the front.
“Wow, mijo, that’s a really good choice,” Carlos says, making Jonah beam up at TK at the confirmation that they chose right.
“Are you gonna wear your pajamas to work, Carlos?” Jonah parrots TK from earlier. He does that a lot these days. Sometimes it makes him say weirdly wise things that sound way too adult coming from his four year old voice which always makes Carlos laugh.
“Carlos gets to stay home and sleep some more, because he’s sick, remember? Just like you stayed home when you were sick.”
“Did you throw up?” Jonah asks, turning to Carlos with wide eyes. He looks a mix between concerned and intrigued.
“Yeah, but just like you I’ll feel better again in no time,” Carlos reassures with a out upon smile. He hopes he's right.
“Do you want an ice pop?” Jonah asks, remembering that had made him feel better.
“Maybe later,” Carlos smiles at him. “But that was a nice thought, mijo. Thank you.”
Jonah looks like he’s thinking hard trying to come up with something else that will magically heal Carlos. He’s so sweet and caring, just like his brother. TK interrupts him before he can suggest any more remedies, heartwarming as they are.
“Okay, buddy,” TK says. “Time for breakfast I think, so we can get to preschool on time.”
“Can we make omelets?” Jonah asks, sufficiently distracted. Carlos usually lets him ‘help’ when he makes omelets in the morning and Jonah loves being delegated with small but very important tasks.
TK chuckles. “Sure. I don’t know if I can make them as good as Carlos though,” he says. “You’ll have to ask him for the secret ingredient.”
“What’s the secret ingredient Carlos?” 
Another time Carlos will tell Jonah how to make his favorite omelet, but right now Carlos can’t bear the thought of pronouncing the word of any food related item. “Love,” he says instead, ruffling Jonah’s hair, trying not to show that even the act of lifting his arm feels like a tremendous effort. Jonah frowns for a moment before he giggles like Carlos just said a super silly thing.
“Love? You can’t put love in an omelet Carlos!”
“Sure you can,” Carlos says. “You just have to make the omelet for someone you love and that’s how you put love into it.” He doesn’t know where the spontaneous pocket philosophy comes from and he hopes he hasn’t made a mistake in case the omelet TK and Jonah whip up for some reason isn’t to Jonah’s liking.
Kids don’t think that deep, he tells himself. Jonah will probably have forgotten about it in the time it takes them to go from the bedroom to the kitchen. And besides he fully trusts TK’s abilities when it comes to cooking. 
His jumbled overthinking is interrupted by Jonah making his heart grow two sizes and do a little dance in his chest. “Then we have to make some for Carlos too TK! So we can put love in it!”
Unfortunately his stomach seems inspired by his heart to start matching its little dance routine. Thinking anymore about omelets, let alone one being made for him that he has to eat, isn’t helping. He feels his little window of time starting to close as the nausea begins tauntingly closing back in on him. Luckily TK seems to read it on his face. Or maybe he’s just turning visibly green.
“We’ll make some for him to save for later,” he says. Planting a soft kiss to Carlos forehead he tells him “You should try to finish that glass of water though, if you can. I’ll bring you a new one before we leave.”
Turning back to Jonah he says more loudly, "Now, can you say bye to Carlos so we can let him sleep?” to Carlos he says softly “You look ready to, baby.” 
Carlos only hums in response.
Jonah rises up from his knees on the bed, putting him at eye level with Carlos as he wraps his little arms around his neck. “Bye, Carlos. Feel better,” he says before turning back to TK, putting his arms in the air to be lifted off the bed.
Carlos musters his last energy for a sincere “Bye Jonah. I love you,” But Jonah has apparently already moved on, or rather back to discussing what to put into the omelet, beside love.
“And ham,” he says as TK lifts him under the armpits and sets him back on the floor.
“And cheese!” he says, “And eggs and pepper and-” 
“Okay buddy,” TK interrupts quickly, sending Carlos an apologetic wince before quickly ushering Jonah out of the bedroom, as he keeps listing ingredients. 
Once the door is closed behind them, Carlos takes a few steadying breaths, the nausea thankfully retreating back to the peripherals. Having learned to listen to TK when it comes to medical advice, he sips the water until the glass is almost empty before he gingerly lays down, foregoing his own freshly clean pillowcase in favor of TK’s, and pulling their shared blanket up and over his body. He shifts a little to make himself as comfortable as he can and then closes his eyes.
He doesn’t hear when TK creeps in half an hour later to replace the near empty glass of water, or the front door opening and closing as they leave to drop Jonah off at preschool.
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just-dreaming-marvel · 2 days ago
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Together In The Kitchen ~ Love That Burns
LOVE THAT BURNS MASTERLIST / EVERYDAY MOMENTS MASTERLIST
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Word Count: 770ish
Summary: You and Logan work together in the kitchen.
Warning(s): suggestive themes, complete cringe (seriously)
Notes: Please share your thoughts! This fic goes with my series, Love That Burns! Please give it a read!
Reminder: I DO NOT do taglists. Please don’t ask. Please follow and interact! I appreciate any reblogs, likes, comments, and asks! 
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It had been a calm and lazy Sunday, just like you like them. Logan and you hadn’t done much, mainly just reading and lounging around. Eventually, dinner time came around and you knew that you and Logan needed to eat. You turned to kiss his cheek from where you were laying against him on the couch.
“I’m going to get dinner started,” you told him.
“Need any help?” Logan quickly offered.
“You willing?”
“Wouldn’t be offerin’ if I wasn’t.”
“I’d love your help, Logan.”
“Great.” 
Before you could move, Logan took you in his arms and stood up. You laughed as he carried you to the kitchen and set you on the counter. His lips captured yours for a brief kiss before he pulled back and looked at you like you hung the moon.
“Why don’t we try something new, sweetheart?” He suggested.
You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. “What do you have in mind?”
“What if I’m your hands and you tell me what do to?”
You giggled. “Uh, no.”
“What? You don’t trust me?”
“I trust you with my life, honey, I just don’t trust you to listen to my instructions.”
“Let me prove you wrong.” He began to press kisses down your neck. “Please, baby.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at Logan’s begging. “Sorry, babe,” you pushed him away, surprised when he allowed you to. “I want something editable to eat tonight, but I could use your help as we work together.”
“Fine,” Logan sighed, head falling to your shoulder. “You win this time.”
His hands was on your hips as you pushed yourself off of the counter. You gave his lips another peck before pulling away from him to gather your needed items.
“Can you pull the carrots out of the fridge?” You asked.
Logan grunted, moving to do what you asked. He pulled out the carrots and turned to see that you had gotten out a cutting board. He set the carrots on it.
“Could you cut those?” You waved over at the carrots.
“Sure.” 
Logan washed the carrots before setting them down on the cutting board. He released his three claws from his fist and rinsed them off before using them to cut the carrots. You rolled your eyes at Logan. You knew that he knew that him using his claws for random everyday things turned you on. You knew the game that he was playing, but two could play at this game.
Once everything was cut up and placed in the pot on the stove, you flicked your wrist and the pot was immediately the temperature you wanted it without turning the stove on. Then you turned to the bowl that you had dough rising in and used your powers to get the temperature up slightly. Logan watched with mischievous eyes, knowing full well that the two of you were going back and forth like this.
Logan helped you form the rolls and placed them in the oven to cook. He glanced in the pot and unsheathed one of his claws. He fished out a carrot on one of his claws and turned to you.
“Taste,” he requested, offering you his claw.
You kept your eyes on him as you took the carrot and the tip of his claw in your mouth. You closed your mouth around them and slowly pulled off. You held off the smirk that threatened to take over your face as Logan let out a low growl. 
“Just how I wanted it,” you commented. You kissed the lip of his claw, always trying to remind him that you loved his claws. “Thanks, honey.”
Logan quickly responded by pulling you into him and smashing your lips together. He quickly dominated the kiss. He lifted you up onto the counter, smirking against the kiss as he felt you growing hotter.
“Wanna tell me what to do, sweetheart?” He taunted against your lips.
“Logan,” you moaned as his lips moved from your lips and down your neck.
“Don’t think that’s tellin’ me what to do.”
“Please…”
“Not quite.”
“Logan.”
“Still not.”
“Please just take me to the bedroom and do what you want with me.”
“What I want?” He leaned back with a smirk. “What about dinner?”
“I can warm it back up… Please, Logan. I’m telling you what to do… Take me to bed and show me how much you love me.”
He picked you up and knelt on the ground, laying you down on the kitchen floor. “I’d think I’d rather do it right here… Makin’ love in the kitchen to my wife.”
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muddyorbsblr · 2 days ago
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empty baskets
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Placement: dating era; a few weeks after 'the warmest bed i've ever known'
Summary: Tom makes a concerning discovery on laundry day
Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader
Word Count: 2.2k
Warning/s: steamy moments at the end; insecure Reader; mentions of previous cheating from exes; mentions of former toxic relationships [let me know if i missed anything!]
Things to be aware of: cinnamon roll bf Tomathy hours
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The sound of the front door to his house closing alerted Tom of your return, a smile stretching across his face when you called out his name.
"In the laundry room, sweetheart. I'll be with you in a minute," he answered.
"Remember to separate your lights and darks." He could practically hear the amused smile on your face as you said the words.
His heart swelled at the comfortable humorous tone that you'd taken, at the familiarity that had woven its way into your exchanges, no matter how minuscule they might have been to anyone who would have been listening. After the scare of nearly losing you just under a month ago, he knew better than to take any moment with you for granted.
Tom dropped a final black running shirt into the load and was just about to start it, when he finally noticed what had felt off about this particular chore. What he had been feeling off about the past few weeks.
None of the clothes in the wash were yours. Not a single garment.
I must have missed them, he thought to himself, going through the other basket, brows furrowing together when he found it was just as empty as the one in his hand.
You'd been staying with him for the last two weeks, and he knew that you changed clothes. That was, at least during the times when the two of you were clothed in the house.
And yet despite that, he couldn't find a single item of your clothing in this room. Which led him to believe that you were keeping them in a laundry bag. Probably where you stashed your suitcase, in the entry way coat closet.
Only thing was that your laundry bag was nowhere to be found, and your suitcase was suspiciously heavier than it was yesterday morning. "Y/N?" he called out to you, unable to help the smile on his face when you peeked your head out from the study.
"What's up?"
"Anything you need to put in the wash, sweetheart?"
The confusion worsened when you shook your head. "Nope, I'm all good." And then you gave him a smile that was so strained it filled him with a sense of dread. The same kind of dread that he felt when he came home not two weeks ago to find you curled up in a chair, mumbling words that threatened to turn his world asunder had he not stopped you.
What were you hiding?
He made his way over to you, placing his hands on your shoulders, heart thundering in his chest when he saw the avoidant look in your eyes. Like you were desperately trying to scour your mind for a way out.
Just like you were that night he showed up at your doorstep. When you blurted out how you felt about him and promptly tried to take it back, denying you said anything at all. "You don't need to hide anything from me, goddess," he said carefully, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. "I want you to know that."
"My dirty clothes are in the Four Seasons, I have a room booked there to keep my things," you blurted out, the words rushing out of you with a sheepish look on your face. "That's where I went this morning, to grab a new set of clothes and…anything else I might need."
Tom took in a deep breath, unaware that he'd been holding it while awaiting your answer. A weight was somewhat lifted from his chest, though there was still the lingering fear that somehow part of this secret was in the form of another person.
It had happened before, with previous relationships. And while he felt that fear significantly less when you were around, it still lingered…and festered into something that had the potential to be crippling if it ever turned out to be true.
Even if it was fairly early on in the relationship, he knew in the depths of his soul that this would be his last. You would be the one he spent the rest of his life loving, the one he would build his future with. And whether that future entailed marriage and children, it no longer mattered to him.
What mattered, all that mattered, was that future would have you.
"Why?" he asked, silently pleading that the answer wouldn't involve his worst fears. He couldn't take that. Not from you.
"It's for…just in case," you said, barely audible. Your eyes began to mist over as you started trembling in his hold. "For if…and when…you get tired of having me around. Then I wouldn't have to scramble for a place to stay. Because it's already there prepped and waiting for me."
Your words completely stole the air from his lungs, quite possibly even stopped his heart. Tired of you? You did this because you were bracing yourself for the day he would tire of you?
"It happened before," you spoke again, choking the words out as you visibly fought against what he had no doubt were haunting memories from relationships past. "Long before, but still…it sucked. Not having anywhere to stay for a few hours, calling friends who suddenly pretended I was nobody to them because they took my ex's side. Calling hotels that were fully booked. I just wanted to be sure."
Suddenly your actions around his home filled him with a heartbreaking clarity. It wasn't just your clothes.
Not a single item on the bathroom counter was yours. You even kept your toothbrush in a little bag. 
The meticulous way you'd place back every item in his study and pack away all your work in your tote before putting it in the entry way closet with your suitcase. He simply thought you were being tidy.
But it wasn't that simple.
Other than your very presence in his arms now, there wasn't a single trace of you to be found in this house. Everything you had here wasn't just easy to pack up in five minutes to have you out the door.
You wouldn't even need five seconds.
He couldn't think of what else to do at that moment other than pull you into a desperate kiss, weaving his fingers into your hair and holding you tight against him with his free arm. The tension that held on to his heart with a vice grip lessened somewhat when he felt your lips moving with his, your own hands grasping at the fabric of his shirt to bring him in even closer.
How could you not know that this was precisely where he wanted you? Always?
"I could never tire of you, goddess," he sighed against your lips when he broke the kiss. "I love you."
"I love you, too," you answered him with the faintest sniffle. "I need you to know that none of this is on you. You did nothing to make me feel this was what I should do, this is just…leftover self preservation. I don't know how to be any other way."
Tom took your hands in his, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. "Perhaps we can find a new way together," he proposed, placing one last kiss on your ring finger. The one he wished to place a ring upon one day.
It didn't matter when.
He motioned towards the bedroom, threading his fingers between yours to lead the way. "Come with me. I want to show you something."
There was a slight guilt that pinched away at his heart, realizing that you never even so much as peeked into the closet or the dressers. Because if you had, you would have seen it sooner.
You would have seen that he'd set aside half the dresser storage, and half the closet.
He was so overtaken with the joy of finally having you with him, he failed to see the signs that you hadn't been moving as if you lived with him. You moved like a scrupulously careful guest in his home, making sure everything was exactly as it was before you arrived.
Always ready to leave at a drop of a hat.
When the light turned on in the walk-in closet, Tom could hear the air leave your lungs the moment you that half of the racks were empty. He held your hand as he opened the drawers on the empty side, showing you that they, too, had nothing inside.
"You're not a guest in my home, Y/N. I--I know that it might be too early for us, but I want more than anything for you to see this as our home. I can understand if you're not quite ready yet, but I want you to know that there's space here for you. I don't want you to have to throw away money for a hotel room that isn't even slept in."
"Money isn't an issue," you mumbled, your eyes still fixed on the space he'd freed up for you. When you eventually tore your gaze away, he could see the tears that were welling up. "It's just…I've taken care of myself for so long. It's all I know. No one I was with ever cared--"
"I care, sweetheart." He pulled you into his arms, sighing into your hair when he felt you return his embrace. "And I understand you wish to take care of yourself, but perhaps I could care for you, too?"
Your only response was to nuzzle your face against his chest, before nodding against him. "Maybe we can take care of each other."
He kissed the top of your head, leading you out the closet and reaching for his phone, already placing a call to his assistant. "I'll send for someone to retrieve your belongings from the Four Seasons and settle the bill. You don't have to unpack everything if you're not ready, but at least they'll all be here. And I know you mentioned that money isn't an issue for you, but it doesn't sit right with me knowing you're spending so much on an unused room."
A soft smile finally graced your features, and you visibly looked more relaxed as you agreed to his proposal. "Fine. But next time we stay at a hotel I'm paying."
"It's a date," he said, bringing your joint hands up to kiss the back of your hand.
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A tiny smile tugged at the corner of your mouth as you sat on the floor of the closet, your carry-on splayed open beside you as you carefully placed your clothes in the open drawers that Tom freed up for you. Our home, his words replayed in your mind. The mere thought threatened to overwhelm you.
He really is trying to ruin me for everyone else but him, you thought to yourself, your mind wandering back to that note you buried deep in the vaults of your phone. You were seldom one to let your guard down anywhere other than your home, where every security measure had triple the redundancies just to make sure that vulnerabilities were minimized, if not eradicated completely.
In your line of work, the one starkly outside the path that brought you to the man you love, it wasn't just a "nice to have" to have multiple measures of security. The alternative was to be in a constant state of alertness. To always be ready to fight your way out.
You never knew there could be another way. A way where there were no backups, or backups for your backups. A way that no longer involved having a place ready for you in case you got kicked to the curb because your boyfriend decided to finally take up the offer of the office succubus.
Before you knew it, the carry-on was empty, other than your run of the mill weapons of choice for self-defense. But you decided against placing that anywhere within reach, instead zipping the compartment closed before closing and locking the luggage.
There was no need for it here.
The door to the closet opened, the sight of your boyfriend walking in wearing only a pair of grey sweatpants making you smile and bite your lip. "Well hey there," you greeted him, placing your hand in his and letting out a little giggle when he helped you to your feet before pulling you into a kiss.
"Just need a few more pieces to put in the wash, darling," he murmured against your lips. "Four, to be exact."
He worked his hands under your shirt and pulled it over your head, proceeding to work his way under the waistband of your joggers.
"Three…" You held on to his shoulders to keep upright, a teasing smirk on his face as he hooked his fingers underneath your panties. "Two…" In one smooth motion, he tugged them downwards, both garments falling to your feet, your boyfriend letting out a sinful guttural sound when you were bared to him.
Then your feet left the ground, him lifting you by the backs of your thighs and coaxing you to wrap your legs around him as he brought you back into the bedroom. He laid you down on the bed, lustful darkened blue eyes raking over your body before he reached for the waistband of his own sweats.
"One…"
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A/N: Where can I order one of these cinnamon roll Tomathy-shaped boyfriends? Asking for myself--
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edgarbright · 3 days ago
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tl;dr Caleb is innocent until proven guilty + the game already told us who is responsible for the house explosion and it's not him
There's been a surge of popularity over the theory that Caleb himself staged the house explosion and it reminds me of how, for months and months, people kept accusing Rafayel of leaving MC to drown in chapter 7--despite MC immediately stating afterwards that it was Rafayel who was in danger, not her. And she also explicitly thanked him for saving her so that she didn't drown! But people still kept accusing him.
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MC: "You're the idiot. The whirlpool was obviously a death trap, but you just swam right into it..."
MC, a few lines later: "Anyway, thanks... You were the one who pulled me out of the water, right? Thought I heard your voice before I blacked out..."
I'm excited to learn Caleb's POV of the house explosion incident, because it was his idea to return home and not to keep Grandma waiting! And it was MC who stated he should go inside, alone. They literally parted ways in the worst way: after an argument. Like what was going on in his head at that moment when he first felt the heat on his skin and knew MC was, blessedly, still outside?
Plus what would Caleb have to gain by killing Grandma except MC's hatred? Grandma was already dying!
And I point all of this out because the game already showed us who was responsible for the house explosion in the World Underneath, chapter 6 part 6 of Sealed in Dust: it was the rogue agents from Xavier's Backtrackers working for Ever Group!
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Raincoat: "You silenced Josephine and retrieved the research material from back then. Good work."
The "You" here is to the Backtracker, the "hat-wearing man." And we know it is a Backtracker because Raincoat further says: "Your Prince Xavier has been glued to her side watching over her, right?"
And the Backtracker confirms his own association by saying: "Hmph, Xavier can only guard her for so long. He's too busy dealing with his own issues. Don't say I didn't warn you. It's not just Ever who wants her."
Plus the item exchange in this transaction is the research information taken from Grandma's house before the explosion and a drug to help the Backtracker survive longer on Earth. Ever Group, as we know, has a strong hand in the medical science.
Remember the Backtrackers are turning into Wanderers--Xavier already killed one of his men, Isaiah, and later straight-up murders another Backtracker who is in the process of turning (see below). Remember that MC on Philos was used as the fuel in the planetary machine that kept everyone and everything alive. Many of the Backtrackers want to sacrifice her again to save their lives! And Xavier tells them to back off. He's using his sword to make sure they back off. He knows his own people are a danger to her. (How tragic that he brought a danger with him on his expedition to save her...)
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So in conclusion, Caleb is innocent until proven guilty, the game already told us the main people responsible for the explosion are Ever Group and the Backtracker rogue agents, and with all the trailers reminding us again and again, we really shouldn't be questioning that Caleb has only ever wanted to look after MC. Caleb wants to be with her! So you honestly can't have your LIs doing unforgivable things like murdering beloved Grandmas, like let's be real here.
Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk! We're less than 3 days until Caleb's homecoming!
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backtothefuturefan88 · 3 days ago
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My sixth, and most likely final, redesign of Ahsoka Tano
Here is her Rebels finale design and her series.
This one just might be my favorite design I’ve made for her!
Now once again, this falls into AU territory.
In my version of Vader vs Ahsoka, there is no “World Between Worlds”. She dies, but is brought back by the daughter because she still has one last mission before she can become one with the Force; and that is to find Ezra.
So she becomes a sort of avatar for the Daughter.
She completely relies on the Force. The closest thing she has to a weapon would be her staff, but that’s more of a walking stick.
The lightsabers she found, she buries out of respect.
I, of course like all versions before, kept her Togruta cultural items. Like her Akul teeth, which hang loosely from the top of head instead wrapping around.
Her jewelry hanging from the top of her head-tails was inspired by concept art of Padme from episode 2.
The rest of the outfit all together was heavily inspired by the Daughter’s outfit.
I gave her shoulder pads with a bit of an armored look.
Her top that covers her dress resembles the Daughter’s cape that hangs from her sleeves, only I made Ahsoka’s very wide and open; and added a large open collar that reaches her cheeks.
She has a yellow sash that hangs in front of her dress, which I gave a custom pattern too so that it wouldn’t look so plain.
Her dress I gave softer, cream color. Which also has the same custom pattern.
And a long, brown skirt that sits on top of her dress, which opens in the front.
She has a silver belt that holds her Anooba teeth, and her Togrutan sash (which I made longer).
I did keep her staff that she has at the end of Rebels like I mentioned before.
Now I’m sure you’ve noticed that Ahsoka is missing an entire Lekku.
Well with the changes I made with her ending in Rebels, I felt like I shouldn’t let her go completely unscathed. A physical scar Darth Vader left on Ahsoka.
Kinda bittersweet that this is the end, but I had a lot of fun redesigning Ahsoka Tano.
And I thank everyone who liked, rebloged, and left kind messages on all of my designs.
You have no idea how much I appreciated them.
Thank you.
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kyrsse · 2 days ago
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He's my Husband
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Chapter 2- Where the Ocean Meets the Soul ༊*·˚notes: sorry this took so long, uni suddenly got busy and I didn't have time to edit this chapter. Please enjoy!! ༊*·˚warnings: car crash, light angst? i don't know brotha
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Year 2025
His eyes fluttered open, disoriented. He found himself bound to the chair, a throbbing pain pulsing in his temple. Panic surged through him as he realized the precious item clutched in his hand was gone. Frantically, he scanned the room, his gaze darting everywhere in a desperate search. He strained against the ropes, his efforts futile.
Mc watched him regain consciousness, a smirk playing on her lips. She ambled towards the refrigerator, retrieving a bowl brimming with luscious berries. "If you wanted those berries so badly, all you had to do was ask. You didn't have to resort to such dramatic measures." She placed the bowl temptingly on the table in front of him, the sight of the juicy berries making his mouth water.
She fed him the plump berries, juicy and sweet, they quickly disappeared into his mouth with a satisfying pop. He chewed thoughtfully, a gentle smile playing on his lips as he met her gaze.
"So," she began, "mind telling me what brings you to my closet?"
He remained silent, his eyes twinkling with an unspoken curiosity as he savored the fruit.
He hasn't uttered a single word since I found him. Mute, perhaps? Or maybe his breath is so… pungent, that he's too embarrassed to speak? Poor guy, I can only imagine the stench. A shiver ran down her spine. Life as a pauper is certainly full of surprises.
She let out a soft sigh and pulled out her phone. A little photographic evidence couldn't hurt. The flash startled him, his eyes widening momentarily. He blinked a few times, seemingly confused, then a slow smile spread across his face. He reached out a tentative finger and gently poked the screen, his eyes widening in wonder as his reflection shifted and wobbled.
She chuckled, sending the photos to her best friend with a brief explanation of her unexpected encounter. "Found this adorable lost soul," she typed, adding a heart emoji.
He leaned forward, intrigued by the small, glowing rectangle in her hand. His reflection, a curious stranger, stared back at him. He poked the screen again, this time tracing the outline of his face with his finger.
"Never seen a phone before, have you?" she teased, her voice light and playful. He tilted his head, a curious sound escaping his lips, a soft, melodic hum that made her heart flutter.
"Well, since I'm feeling generous today, I suppose I could give you a ride home," she offered, a mischievous glint in her eye. He smiled, a shy blush creeping up his neck. He gestured towards her car, a small, cheerful hatchback, and then back to her, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of gratitude and anticipation.
"All right, all right," she laughed, "but first, we must find you some proper clothes. You can't go around looking like that… well, you know."
He looked down at himself and shrugged, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. She couldn't help but smile back. This was going to be an interesting day.
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She led him to the most expensive shoe store in the mall, the one with the sparkling chandeliers and the impossibly white carpet. The salesladies, all smiles and perfectly coiffed hair, greeted her warmly.
"Bring me some men's shoes," she instructed one of the shop assistants, who promptly obeyed. When they returned, she presented a pair to him.
"Try them on," she said, gesturing towards the plush velvet chair. He looked at her, completely bewildered, then picked up a shoe and tried to slip his hand inside. The shop assistants stifled gig"
"Oh my goodness," she exclaimed, "you don't even know how to put on shoes?"
She couldn't help but laugh, the sound light and tinkling. She knelt, gently taking his large, bruised feet in her hands. "Here, let me help you."
She carefully slipped the shoes on, her fingers brushing against his skin. A strange warmth spread through her, and she quickly looked away, feeling a blush creeping up her neck again. "There," she said, standing up. "So, I'm you're Prince Charming now?" she quipped, trying to lighten the mood.
When their eyes met, the playful banter seemed to fade away. A comfortable silence settled between them, broken only by the soft murmur of the other shoppers. He smiled, a slow, gentle smile that reached his eyes, and her heart skipped a beat.
"We'll take these," she said, pointing to the shoes. "And those pink heels," she added, gesturing towards a pair of sparkly pink heels displayed in the window. "They've been calling my name all day. Make them size… let's see… size seven."
Over the next few hours, they wandered through the mall, indulging in a shopping spree that would make her bank account weep. She bought clothes, jewelry, and even a ridiculously oversized stuffed yellow chick. He watched her with a mixture of amusement and wonder, his eyes wide with every new purchase.
Noticing the tired lines forming around his eyes, she felt a pang of guilt. "Hey," she said, "let's take a break. I'm going to grab a coffee. You stay here and guard the bags. Don't you dare go anywhere, okay?"
She placed the overflowing shopping bags beside him, gave him a reassuring smile, and headed toward the nearest coffee shop.
A few minutes later, she returned, her heart pounding with a frantic rhythm. The bags were still there, but he was gone. "Oh no," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Where did he go?"
Panic surged through her. She scanned the bags "Phew, the cosmetics are still here-- Arghh focus M! He's missing!!" She searched the crowded mall, her eyes wide with fear. She asked the guards, the shop assistants, and even the bewildered-looking pigeons pecking at crumbs. No one had seen him.
Tears welled up in her eyes. The mall, once a wonderland of glittering lights and tempting displays, now felt vast and empty, a labyrinth of despair.
Then, she saw him. He was sitting in the lost and found—lost and found for kids—what the heck is he doing there?! He's thrice the size of a kid!! He continued calmly licking a lollipop, completely oblivious to the chaos he had caused.
Relief washed over her, so intense it almost made her dizzy. "Hey!" she exclaimed, hurrying towards him. "What in the world were you thinking? You can't just wander off like that!"
He looked up, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. He held up the lollipop triumphantly. "Found it," he seemed to say, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
She couldn't help but laugh. He looked so incredibly cute, sitting there amongst the crying children, his face smeared with sticky sweetness.
He stood up, towering over the other children, and reached for her. She hesitated for a moment, then found herself wrapping her arms around him. He hugged her back, his arms surprisingly gentle, and she buried her face in his chest, inhaling the faint scent of woodsmoke and something strangely comforting.
"Let's go home," she murmured, pulling away. It was late, and they were both exhausted.
The room burst to life as I slid the keycard into the slot, illuminating the space with a warm, welcoming glow. He watched with wide, curious eyes, his head tilting as if trying to understand the magic of the card.
"Don't take that out!" I warned, already heading towards the bathroom. "I'm going to take a shower. Do whatever you want, just don't do anything stupid."
He waited until the sound of the water filled the bathroom, and then, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he reached for the card. The lights flickered, a playful dance of light and shadow that filled the room.
"Stop that!" I yelled, startled. "Or else!"
He tilted his head, seemingly confused by my outburst but he didn't care one bit... He didn't even understand my words, of course, but the tone of my voice was clear: I was not amused. The flickering continued, and I could feel my irritation rising.
I stepped out of the shower, wrapping a robe around myself. "Stop it!" I repeated, marching towards him, my voice stern. "Are you trying to drive me crazy? Are you nuts? Because I'd be happy to help you find a good doctor."
I pinned him against the wall, hoping to intimidate him. But instead of fear, I saw something else in his eyes - a strange intensity, a blush creeping up his neck.
My heart pounded. I glanced down at myself, realizing my robe had slipped open slightly, revealing a glimpse of my chest. I quickly pulled the robe closed, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. "YAH!! Y-You… you pervert!" I stammered, "I don't even know why I let you stay here after you… after you sniffed my panties!"
I fled to my bedroom, mortified.
He watched me go, a puzzled frown creasing his brow. "What… what did I do?" he thought to himself. "Why does my heart feel so strange? Did I do something wrong? But… she looked so… beautiful when she was angry." He shook his head, confused.
He wandered around the room, his curiosity piqued. There were so many fascinating objects to explore - the television that spoke, the glowing orbs that illuminated the room, the strange contraption that made music. He reached out and gently touched the television screen, his finger tracing the images that flickered across it.
Suddenly, a picture of a girl appeared on the screen, laughing with her friends at a party. He pointed at the screen, his eyes widening in surprise.
He turned to look at the screen, a hesitant smile playing on his lips. He mimicked her laugh, a low, rumbling sound that was surprisingly melodic.
I peeked out from behind the bedroom door, my heart fluttering. He was looking so stupid right now, a soft smile gracing his lips. He had never laughed before, not like that. It was a sound that was both unexpected and strangely endearing.
I felt a blush creeping up my neck again. Maybe, just maybe, this wasn't going to be so bad after all.
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The morning light filtering through the blinds barely touched the television screen, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. He was still there, perched on the edge of the sofa, his eyes glued to the screen, completely absorbed in the fast-paced action unfolding before him.
"Good morning," I said, startled. "It's… it's still early."
He looked up, and I was greeted by the big dark, and swollen circles under his eyes. A stark contrast to the vibrant colors on the screen. Has he not slept at all?!?!
I burst out laughing. "Oh my gosh what the fuck!!! HAHAHA, look at yourself!!!" I snapped a picture of him, capturing the comical sight of him looking like a zombie. He just stared at me, his expression blank.
"Did you stay up all night watching this?" I asked, gesturing towards the television. He yawned a wide, cavernous yawn that stretched his lips from ear to ear. He tried to close his eyes, but the captivating images on the screen seemed to hold him captive. "You need to sleep," I said, sighing. "It's like talking to a wall sometimes."
My phone buzzed with a notification – an invitation from an old friend. "Nevermind... Change of plans, get dressed," I told him, "we're going somewhere." He looked at me, his brow furrowed, but he slowly began to obey, his movements surprisingly graceful despite his exhaustion.
I went to my closet and pulled out the new dress I'd bought during our last shopping spree. After that, I fixed my hair and applied a touch of makeup. When I went to check on him, he was a whirlwind of activity, clothes scattered across the floor like confetti. Oh my gosh
"I'm almost ready, and you're still running around like a… well, like a human tornado!'' I exclaimed.
I quickly gathered the black dress shirt and the limed spruce blazer that I had picked out for him. Then I found a pair of matching slacks and his shoes. "Hurry up," I said, handing him the clothes. "We'll be leaving in a few minutes."
When we arrived at the restaurant, I was greeted by a flurry of excited greetings from my friends. "M! It's so good to see you again!" one of them exclaimed. Aware of the man's presence they couldn't help but ask "And who is this handsome gentleman?"
My heart sank. How was I supposed to explain him? I can't tell them he's a pervert in my closet!! Think M think...should I say it?Hmm, it's not like he'll understand.
"Umm.I.. uhh This is… this is my husband," I stammered, my voice trembling. "We've been married for almost 5 years now but he sadly got into an accident a few months ago and couldn't remember a thing...Dr.Zayne told me it would take a while for him to recover. He also couldn't speak properly or think properly that's why I can't ever leave his side." I said while the others looked at us in pity.
Their expressions softened with sympathy. "Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that," one of them said. "It must be very difficult, not only for him but also for you and your families... I'll pray for you both."
I forced a smile and held him closer while he just looked at me confusingly."It's been incredibly hard," I said, my voice thick with emotion. "He used to be so… vibrant, so full of life. Oh, how I've missed him telling me how much he loves me or the sweet compliments he'd always give me, it's been a very long time since I last heard his voice. I would do anything to hear it again.."
He looked at me, his eyes searching mine. "What… what do you mean?" he asked, his voice clear and surprisingly strong. "I can speak very well love, what are you saying?" He pulled me close by the waist.
The room fell silent. My friends stared at him in disbelief. A wave of embarrassment washed over me. He could speak? He could talk perfectly well!
"Excuse me," I muttered, pulling him away from the table. "I… I need some air."
We rushed out of the area, my heart pounding."What the fuck?!? what was that?? w-when did you know how to speak?? uh! I mean YOU CAN SPEAK?! This whole time... I thought I was talking to a mute! I thought I was the only one who could understand you!" I silently shouted in panic.
"One word at a time, please... you said you wanted to hear my voice.."He looked at me, a mischievous glint in his eyes."Well, you should've just stayed quiet and saved me from embarrassment!!" I said angrily.
 "I learned how to speak last night," he said, his voice calm and measured. "From the… the talking box. There was a… a human. They helped me learn your language."
"Wha.. what talking box? The television? And you learned an entire language in one night?" I exclaimed, incredulous.
He shrugged. "We… we learn quickly."
I stared at him, speechless. This man, this mysterious stranger who had appeared in my life, was more than just a mute amnesiac. He was… well, he was a lot more interesting than I had initially thought.
"Let's get out of here!" I exclaimed, pulling him out of the place in a rush and hopping into my car. "Ugh! I wanted to be famous, but not this way. There's no doubt I'll be their topic for a few weeks."
During the drive, I bombarded him with questions, It was liberating, knowing he could finally answer. The whole ride was filled with our laughter, the conversation flowing easily, a stark contrast to the tense silence that had previously dominated our interactions.
"I don't live here," I said, "My home is in Linkon. I just came here for a break. How about you? Where do you live?"
He pointed towards the vast expanse of the ocean, his gaze drawn to the horizon. "There."
"Oh really? the island over there? You must be eating fish and other seafood all day, huh?" I teased, a smile gracing my lips. He looked at me and laughed, a genuine, carefree sound that made my heart flutter.
"So," I began, "tell me about your life before… before all this."
He shrugged, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Water. Always water. Sun. Sand. Quiet."
"You lived on the island all your life?" I asked, intrigued.
He nodded, a slow smile spreading across his lips. "Beautiful. Peaceful. Lonely."
"Lonely?" I echoed, surprised.
He looked at me, his eyes searching mine. "No one to talk to. No one to share… anything with."
My heart ached for him. He had spent his entire life in isolation, a solitary figure on a remote island.
Suddenly, a deafening roar shattered the peaceful atmosphere. In the rearview mirror, I saw a monstrous truck barreling down the road, out of control. Panic surged through me, icy tendrils gripping my heart. I slammed my foot on the gas pedal, trying to outrun the speeding vehicle. But luck wasn't on my side today. The truck swerved violently, its tires screeching against the pavement, and collided with my car.
The car lurched violently, throwing me against the side of the door. I gripped the steering wheel, my knuckles white, my vision blurring. The world exploded into a cacophony of shattering glass and screeching metal. I was thrown against the dashboard, the air thick with the smell of burning rubber and ozone. "No!" I screamed, terror, flooding my veins. "We're going to crash!"
The world seemed to slow down, each terrifying second stretching into an eternity. I braced myself for the inevitable impact. Then, with a sickening crunch, the truck collided with my car.
Pain, sharp and sudden, erupted in my chest. I gasped for air, my lungs burning. The car, a mangled wreck, was slowly sinking into the icy depths of the ocean. I fumbled for my seatbelt, my fingers trembling, but it was useless.
The car spun out of control, hurtling towards the edge of the cliff. My breath caught in my throat, a suffocating fear constricting my chest. The air was thick with the smell of burning rubber and ozone, and the acrid tang of something metallic. Disoriented, I tried to catch my breath, my ears ringing with the deafening silence that followed the crash.
"Jump!" I yelled, my voice hoarse with panic. "Jump!"
But it was too late. The car plunged over the edge, plummeting towards the unforgiving depths of the ocean. The icy water rushed in, a cold, suffocating embrace. I felt myself being pulled under, the pressure crushing my chest.
Then, darkness.
I awoke with a gasp, disoriented, gasping for air. I was surrounded by a cold, suffocating darkness. Panic clawed at my throat.
Suddenly, a strong arm encircled me, pulling me towards the surface. I broke through the surface, coughing violently, sputtering water.
When I finally opened my eyes, I saw him.
He wasn't human.
I looked up to see him, his face illuminated by the pale moonlight. But he wasn't the same. His legs had transformed, merging into a sleek, shimmering tail. Scales shimmered across his skin, iridescent in the dim light filtering through the water.
He looked at me with an intensity that made my breath catch. His eyes, usually filled with a quiet curiosity, now held a deep, primal fear.
He leaned in closer, his face close to mine. Our eyes met, and at that moment, time seemed to stop. He kissed me, a gentle, exploratory kiss that sent shivers down my spine. I closed my eyes and clung to him, desperate for the warmth of his body, for the security of his embrace.
As he pulled away, my vision blurred. The world around me seemed to tilt and sway. I felt myself slipping into unconsciousness, his face was the last image I saw before darkness enveloped me.
Year 1492
On the first night of her wedding, a chilling emptiness settled over her. Like ghostly whispers, memories echoed through the opulent chamber – bitter goodbyes, tears that refused to dry, and the agonizing weight of a love she knew could never be. Outside, a tempest raged, mirroring the storm within her. A suffocating silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by the creak of the heavy door as it swung open.
A towering figure materialized in the doorway, his presence alone casting long, ominous shadows across the room. She flinched, her gaze darting towards the floor.
"What do you want?" she whispered, her voice trembling.
He approached, his heavy shoes thudding against the wooden floor, each step a hammer blow against her fragile composure. He sat beside her, but a chasm of distance yawned between them, a chasm wider than the ocean that separated her from the love of her life.
"Your father spoke highly of you," he rumbled his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine. "And I... I wish to know more about you."
His large hand, rough and calloused, gently tilted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. But all she saw were cold, calculating eyes, eyes that held no warmth.
"I... I cannot," she stammered, tears welling up in her eyes. “I'm sorry, but I already gave my heart to someone else a very long time ago. So I'm not fine with the idea of it... Let's uhh just both keep it professional, after all this is an arranged marriage."
A cruel smile touched his lips. "A foolish infatuation, no doubt. I can offer you everything you could ever desire. Wealth, power, a life of luxury. Many women would kill for the position you now hold."
She scoffed, her voice laced with bitterness. "I am not one of them. And please, do not speak of him so lightly. He is not a 'fish boy' as you so condescendingly call him."
Fury ignited in his eyes. "Do not defy me. This marriage is not a mere formality. You are my wife, and you will obey. Attempt to flee, and I will hunt you down. He will pay the ultimate price for stealing you away." 
"Let go of me!" I said while pushing his hands away.
Terror gripped her. His possessiveness was suffocating, suffocating her hope, her joy, her very breath. In a desperate act, she reached for the nearest object, a small, ornate dagger lying forgotten on the bedside table.
"Stay back!" she warned, her voice trembling.
But her defiance only fueled his anger. He lunged forward, and in a blur of motion, the dagger found its mark. A guttural cry escaped his lips as he staggered back, blood blossoming on his chest.
Panic seized her. What had she done? She had taken a life, extinguished a life, all for a love that might never be.
Driven by a primal fear, she fled the chamber, her bare feet pounding against the cold wooden floor. She stumbled through the palace, her heart hammering against her ribs, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Finally, she reached the stables, her gaze falling upon a magnificent stallion, its coat gleaming in the moonlight.
She mounted the horse, urging it forward, the wind whipping through her hair as they raced through the night. She had to escape, to find him, to warn him. But the darkness, treacherous and unforgiving, obscured her path. The horse, startled by a sudden sound, reared, throwing her from its back. She tumbled down the steep cliffside, the cold, unforgiving sea swallowing her whole.
He would come, she thought, her consciousness fading. He would come for her.
But as the icy waters closed over her head, she knew that their love story, like the fleeting moonlight, was destined to remain forever unfinished.
A pair of strong arms encircled my waist, pulling me abruptly from the icy depths. I gasped for air, my lungs burning. Coughing, I opened my eyes to find him staring down at me, his face etched with worry. Relief washed over me, so intense it almost overwhelmed the fear still clinging to my bones.
"Are you alright?" he demanded, his voice rough with concern. "What happened? Why are you—"
I cut him off with a desperate kiss, pouring all my fear, my longing, and my agonizing regret into the desperate act. He responded with a fervor that mirrored my own, his lips moving against mine with a fierce urgency. It was a kiss unlike any I had ever known, a desperate dance beneath the surface of the churning sea, a desperate plea for solace, for forgiveness.
Pulling back, I searched his eyes, searching for the same desperate hope I felt within myself. "I ran away," I confessed, my voice trembling. "I couldn't bear it anymore. Life without you... it felt like a slow, agonizing death. I was a fool, a terrible fool, to think I could ever be happy with him."
He held me close, his embrace a lifeline in the chaotic sea. "My love," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, "I understand. But we cannot be together now. It's too dangerous. You must return."
"No!" I cried, tears streaming down my face. "I killed him! I took a life, and I can never forgive myself. I can't go back to that life."
His face paled. "Yuei, what happened?"
"He threatened me," I sobbed, burying my face in his chest. "He said he would hunt you down, that he would make you pay. I couldn't let him hurt you. I… and I uhh There must be another way. We will find a way to be together. We will—"
"No, Yuei," he said gently, his voice soothing."There is no other way," he whispered, despair creeping back into my voice. "I belong to the sea, and you belong to the land. We cannot survive apart."
He pulled me closer, his lips brushing against my hair. "I know," I murmured, his voice a low, mournful sigh. "I know."
And then, as I clung to him, a strange sensation washed over me, a dizzying sense of peace. I looked up into his eyes, but they were no longer the eyes I knew, the eyes filled with love and longing. They were vacant, empty, devoid of any recognition.
He leaned in for another kiss, a gentle, lingering kiss that seemed to drain the life from my very soul. As his lips touched mine, a wave of oblivion washed over me, and I slipped into unconsciousness.
"A Lemurian, a creature of the deep, possesses a power both wondrous and heartbreaking. With a gentle touch or a fleeting kiss, they can weave a spell that erases the memories of others. This extraordinary ability, a gift of their ancient lineage, serves as a shield against the cruelties of the world, a defense against those who would seek to harm them. For in the face of danger, a Lemurian can simply vanish from the minds of their enemies, becoming an untraceable whisper on the wind."
"Yet, this power, so potent in its protection, carries a profound and agonizing cost. For when a Lemurian employs this ability, they are not merely erasing the memories of their foes; they are erasing themselves from the hearts of those they cherish. Lovers, friends, family – all will forget the Lemurian, as if they were but a fleeting dream, a phantom of the imagination. The bonds of affection, the shared laughter, the whispered secrets – all vanish, replaced by an unsettling void."
"And so, to wield this power is an act of profound sacrifice. It is to choose oblivion over the pain of betrayal, to sever the threads of connection that bind them to the world, to become a ghost in the memories of those they love most. "
The final words, 'I'm sorry, my love,' echo with a melancholic poignancy, a silent testament to the immense love and courage required to bear such a heavy burden. 
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Current fmsh au lineup sketches so far! (From left to right: Joel, Grian, Gem, Etho)
Ignore how Jimmy’s not here I’m struggling so much on him
Individuals and some design notes below!
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Joel
I didn’t want to give him too many “heavier” type clothing items. He’s constantly hot (temperature) so wanted to minimize more “hot” clothes. He wears a loose white tank top and a black pleather vest, as well as brown pants and black pleather boots. I gave him fingerless gloves for two reasons. 1: They’re cool. Joel wants to look cool, at all times. And 2: I like wearing fingerless gloves (I just like the feeling of it) so more self-projection :3 He has his usual jewelry that I give him (a heart necklace, three earrings on his left ear, an eyebrow piercing, a necklace with a feather from Jimmy and Grian, and three piercings on his tail tip) and I made his usual bug antennae into demon horns cus he loses the bug in this au (just felt it was too much) I love how pissed off he looks here
Grian
I love when people draw Grian as this tall and lanky bird human cryptid guy so that’s what I went for. I think I accomplished it pretty well :3 I usually imagine he has multiple wings so I kept that here. He’s got three sets of wings on his head/face and two sets on his back. I actually didn’t give him anything too different from my usual design for him. Same tail, same basic outfit, etc etc. Main thing different here is his little horns and hairstyle (hairstyle only because I constantly struggle with his hair but this might become a new default). Grian (and many other people with animal feet) wear basically toe-less socks that usually just cover the bottom of the person’s feet. It’s to protect them from the different textures that may harm the bottom of their feet. You can see these on Gem and Etho as well. Grian wears them for looks, since bird feet are a bit stronger than the average paw pad. Also, he wears glasses cus why not. Also also, not pictured here is a matching necklace with Joel, with a feather from Jimmy and Joel.
Gem
Gem pretty much barely changed. Her hairstyle changed, and I added some skulk bits on her back. Also I changed her ears a bit. But she’s still a jackalope centaur with semi-curly hair, and wears a sweater beneath a pair of overalls. I did give her a wrist thing cus she’s the gadget maker of the group (don’t know why, just felt it cool). But that’s about it
Etho
Etho didn’t change ate all. Actually this is just the best I’ve drawn his jacket (I struggle with it). His hair is a little different than the last time I drew it but other than that Etho’s the same as ever
Jimmy and some others (Scar, Tango, and Pearl most likely) will be coming soon. I’ll be trying to work on these designs while I wait for the ao3 invitation thing so I can make an account an upload more of the full fic there for you guys :3 (the expected day for it to get to me is January 28th so it might be a bit but it’s fineeee)
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expertfool · 3 days ago
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one of my favorite things about the h2g2 series is how much arthur just does what other ppl want him to do. we don’t even really know what arthur actually wants bc everything he does—even the things he thinks he wants—is an idea put in his head by someone else. most of it is blatant, like ford telling arthur what to do or arthur following along with fenchurch, but the subtleties of douglas adams’ writing in regards to the things arthur ‘wants’ is so good. arthur’s internal dialogue tells him he wants this—he wants to stop traveling, he wants to settle down, he wants to go back to earth—but his actual behavior always betrays him. as soon as he gets what he ‘wants,’ arthur becomes bored. every time. he looks for the next distraction and clings to it. he’s never been happy on earth not once in the series, but he tells himself he is. it’s not like he’s happy out in space either though. when he tries settling down in mostly harmless he can’t bear it. he doesn’t stop traveling until he’s forced to and stuck on lamuella where he convinces himself for years that he’s happy there, but he only tries to convince himself bc he doesn’t think he has another option. it’s only when trillian arrives and informs arthur that there were always ppl out there who could’ve saved him but chose not to that arthur becomes upset about his situation.
i don’t think this behavior makes arthur suitable for hitchiking even though he’s good at it, but i think it’s about arthur’s concept of security. he does what he’s told bc it makes him feel safe. he held on to his robe for so long bc it made him feel secure. he grows attached to his wristwatch in mostly harmless bc it makes him feel tethered. arthur attaches himself to items or ideas that he believes are stable. arthur doesn’t need to settle down, he just needs security.
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ribread03 · 4 hours ago
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Our Song IIII
M.sturniolo
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Summery: when you start to fall asleep on the triplet couch and Matt takes notice
THIS IS MY WORK AND MY IDEA! PLEASE DONT USE THIS AS “INSPIRATION” OR TAKE IT WITHOUT GETTING MY PERMISSION FIRST! thank you :)
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MATTS POV
As me and Y/N walk down the stairs to the main floor of the hotel I can't help but feel small butterflies in my stomach. The way she looked around the hotel room that I paid for, made my heart swell as I realized that she truly was just as great of a person in real life as she was online.
“Should’ve just made you take the stairs,” I can hear Y/N huff from beside me. “My legs hurt already,” She says with a small pout as we reach the last flight of stairs.
“We’re almost there,” A small chuckle escapes with my words as we round the last corner in the stairwell.
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Once we are on the road and back to my house I feel Y/N taking small glances in my direction, making me flush a little as we turn off of the main road. The drive from the hotel back to our house was short and didn’t take more than fifteen minutes to get from one place to another.
As I pulled into the garage I noticed how tired Y/N looked and the small yawn that escaped her lips as she unbuckled the seatbelt from her body.
Y/N POV
Once we are all in the triplets house we are talking, a soda in Chris’s hands, getting to know each other better. On a more personal level one would say. Matt sat next to you on the couch, while Nick and Chris sat down at the other end.
As the conversation flows through the group, small yawns fall from your lips, the travel getting to you. You can feel your eyes growing heavy, your body feeling like it can’t move. You slowly stop talking, yawn after yawn leaving your lips as your eyes start to shut.
“Y/N, wanna go lay down in my room?” You hear Matt’s voice, it’s soft and warm. “My beds’ more comfortable than the couch.”
You can practically feel your eyes light up at his suggestion, a warm comfy bed after a long day of travel, sign me up. You nod your head tiredly, scooting to the end of the couch. Matt stands from the couch, holding his hand out for you. You take his hand with a small smile and follow him down the hallway and into the first door on the left.
You look around his room finding small items that match his personality. Some stuffed animals, a gravity falls poster hanging on the wall, and the famous Mr.wrinleton sitting perfectly in the middle of his bed. You let out a soft hum before taking a few more steps in behind him.
“Just make yourself at home, I just washed the sheets a few days ago..” Matt speaks softly. Watching as you kick your shoes off and climb into his bed, his side of the bed. A small smile forms on his lips as you sleepily grab a hold of Mr.wrinleton and mumble out a quiet ‘thank you’ before nodding back off to sleep.
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MATTS POV
I shut the door quietly after I watch y/n drift to sleep, making my way down the hallway and back into the living room.
When I enter the living room I'm met with a grinning Nick and a giggling Chris. “What?” I ask.
“My beds’ more comfortable…” Nick repeats what I said about five minutes ago. “What, is that your way of flirting with her or something?”
“Yeah, I mean dude you’ve been making ‘fuck me eyes’ at her the whole time she’s been here… I'm surprised you even came back out of your room.” Chris adds on to Nick's question.
I scoff lightly at their interrogations, even though they are completely right. I did just want you to be comfortable, but I wanted you to be sleeping in my bed just a little more.
“How is that flirting? I was just being nice to our guest.” My voice squeaks as I try to lie to my brothers. I let out a sigh, knowing my voice cracking gave me away.
“You are trying to flirt!” Chris says rather loudly. I start to shush him, not only to not give me away, but to not wake you up. Chris lets out a few quiet giggles as he sits back on the couch, leaving me standing in front of him and nick.
“Listen, I don’t wanna make her uncomfortable if she doesn’t like me back.. so please don’t say anything and let me handle it.” I tell them, not wanting them to tell you before I can even get a chance to see if you could potentially feel the same way.
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An: so sorry I’ve been MIA recently😬 hopefully getting back into it very soon, im finally in a good place in life and have been working on finding a good schedule and all that good stuff… anyways i hope you enjoyed this short but sweet chapter!!
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