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lainiespicewrites · 1 year ago

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Coach Sy part 4 "The Date"

Here it is folks! Sy and Alayna's big first date and other things ;) Enjoy let me know what you think! No I promise I'm not stopping here!!

Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption, Smut! (p in v) , creampie, Dom Sy

Reblogs and comments are always welcome! all mistakes are mine! it's late and I definitely did not proof read because I was on a roll and excited about posting it! I'm sorry in advance for any grammatical errors

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It was another busy week. We were headed into the second week of October and that meant midterms were right around the corner. And so was fall break. Half of my students were anxious and stressed, they had test anxiety and were worried where this would put them on the class ranking. The others, I couldn’t get them to focus. They had one foot out the door ready for the long weekend, Ready for pumpkin patches and fall leaves. Surely plotting their next instagram post or tik tok or whatever it was they were doing now.

I actually didn’t see much of Sy during the week, the boys were up against another difficult team this friday so he spent most of his lunches watching tape for practice. We kept things professional when we did run into each other though. It helped that I wasn’t sure how far he wanted to take it after what he’d said saturday. He wanted to be a gentleman. I guess that meant he wasn’t going to kiss me again either until he took me out on a date. I could handle that. But it didn’t mean it wasn’t torture. Logan may be kind and sweet and the perfect gentleman. But he’s also a big fucking tease. And he was doing it on purpose!

I ran into him on Wednesday afternoon in the hallway. I was on my way back in from picking up lunch. He was on his way back to his classroom. He immediately smiled when he saw me

“Well there’s a sight for sore eyes, late lunch darlin?” He asked, leaning against the wall in the hallway. I blushed.

“Hey handsome, yeah, busy afternoon just got the chance to go pick something up.” I responded. Then added “I’ve missed are lunch dates, I haven’t seen much of you this week,” I bit my lip softly waiting for him respond.

“Yeah, me too, I’d much rather be having you for lunch,” He winked. “But I don’t think that’d be very work appropriate.” He smirked. I felt my face heat up and my eyes went wide.

“Sy!” I scolded trying so hard to hide my laugh. He cupped the my jaw and brushed his thumb over my cheek.

“Saturday’s only a few days away Darlin’, I waited over a year for you. Just a few more days and you can see as much of me as you want,” He drawled out chuckling softly.

My face went completely flush and my heart rate sped up. This had to be what a heart attack felt like. God this man knew what he was doing. My skin felt like it was burning and simultaneously I was puddle on the floor for him.

“You talk big game for a man that won’t even kiss me,” I teased, finally finding my voice again. I watched him as his eyes flickered behind me and he quickly turned to see if we were alone.

“I can’t baby, you’re like a drug or something. If I get started with you again I’m not gonna be able to stop. And this aint the right place for that sugar.” He smiled softly. He let his hand fall back to his side. We were in the middle of the hallway surely we couldn’t stand like this forever and not get caught. And he was right. Faculty dating isn’t against the rules. But at the rate we were going we would be fired if we took a step closer to each other right now.

“I do that much for you?” I asked, unable to hide smile.

“You do more than that sugar, you’ll see soon enough. I gotta head back to my classroom and get some work done. I’ll see you at the game Friday! You go eat darlin, don’t need you passin out on us,” he gave me one last soft smile before we parted ways and I headed back to my office.

On thursday night I went to dinner with the girls. And gave them all the details they’d been waiting for.

“Girl I would have melted! He did not!” Skyler gasped. I laughed and hid my blush behind a sip of wine.

“And in the middle of the school hallway, you guys are like teenagers,” Hayley shook her head, but smiled. “You better be back by curfew saturday night,” she smirked. I took another bite of the cake we were sharing for dessert and smiled skyler shook her head.

“I don’t think he plans on taking her back to her house unless he’s staying the night,” She joked.

“My god you guys can we get through one dinner without discussing my love life,”

“No, it was non-existent until he came along and we are fully invested. This is better than TV!” Skyler laughed. “Seriously though, I hope you have so much fun saturday night, you haven’t been out on a date in… well a really long time! You deserve this!”

“He does know you’re like horrible at bowling though right? Like when we used to go in high school your best game was like a 72, you might as well as just dropped it right in the gutter!” Hayley laughed.

“I tried to tell him! I chuckled. “If anything there will be a lot of laughter. And it’ll be an excuse for him to put his hands on me again.” I wiggled my eyebrows. Hayley rolled her eyes and skyler almost choked on her drink laughing. I love my friends so much!

Friday felt like it dragged on forever. Sy was busy all day again so I’d only heard from him in his usual “Good morning” text. We were busy in the office starting sign-ups for the first senior college campus field trip, and I skipped lunch so I was starving by the time I packed up my office at the end of the school day. Just as I was about to lock up my office there was a knock on my door.

I looked up and saw a few of the boys on the football team standing outside of my office.

“Derek, Matt, Tyler, Can I help you boys?” I smiled.

“We just wanted to thank you for being at our game last week Ms. P, You’re the best!” Derek spoke first. He was such a sweet kid. He was a shoein for a football scholarship at one of the big universities.

“Yeah and we heard you were gonna be there tonight too! That’s awesome, Coach says you’re our good luck charm and I think he’s right. No one’s got as much spirit as you!” Tyler laughed.

“You boys are just trying to butter me up to write your college recommendation letters,” I chuckled. “That’s so sweet of you to say, thank you! I can’t wait to watch you guys play tonight!”

“You rock Ms. Plummer! Oh and uh,” Matt smirked and stepped out from behind the other two boys I hadn’t noticed he was holding a bouquet of flowers. “Coach sent us to deliver these,” He said extending the vase out to me.

“Thank you Matt,” I smiled taking them from him and setting them on my desk. “You guys better get home Coach will have your head if you don’t take care of yourselves before the game!” They all smiled

“We’ll see you tonight Ms. P!” Derek called as they left the office. Shook my head and smiled to my self as picked up the flowers and finally closed up my office.

Once I got home from work I set the flowers on the counter and noticed there was a little card attached. I pulled off the little envelope and took out the card.

“Flowers for our gorgeous good luck charm. It’s gonna be a great game! Can’t wait to see you tonight Sugar ;)” I could feel my cheeks heating up and I smiled to myself. He was too much sometimes. But I loved it. I ate a quick dinner, changed into some jeans and put on Sy’s hoodie I still had from last weekend. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. I sprayed on a little perfume that he had complimented a while ago. And then headed out the door to get to the game a little early.

I don’t know why I was trying to impress him. I already had him. But I really enjoyed having his attention. And I missed it so much this week while he was busy. The spot next to his truck was open so I parked next to him. It was starting to feel natural. I liked it. It felt like we belonged together. I shook my head. I was getting ahead of myself.

When I headed toward the field I found him immediately. He was standing on the sidelines talking with the other coaches while the boys were warming up. I walked along the fence that ran along the outside of the track and stood leaned against it waiting for him to see me. One of the other coaches saw me first and smirked. He sent me a little wink before he nudged Sy and nodded in my direction. Sy raised his eyebrow and turned to see what Nick was looking at. I smiled and and waved shyly. “I’ll be back, Nick get the boys started on the next defensive drill, I want ‘em good and focused tonight!” He said barely looking back to catch his assistant coaches response before he strode over to the fence giving me a toothy grin.

“Hello beautiful,” He smiled as he leaned his hip against the fence.

“Hey handsome, looks like the boys are in good shape for the game tonight!” I said. He looked out at the field and watched them for a minute and nodded.

“Yeah, we’re lookin’ even better now that our good luck charm is here. The boys couldn’t wait to give you your flowers.” He chuckled, turning back to face me.

“Yeah? I’m sure THEY couldn’t,” I smirked. “Thank you they were beautiful, and the card was sweet Sy, you didn’t need to do that.”

“Gentlemen always, sends flowers on the first date,” He teased.

“Yeah but it’s not until tomorrow,” I joked.

“Okay, so maybe I felt bad that i’ve been a little busy this week, just wanted you to know that I’m eager to see you again. I’m always thinking about ya,” he smiled

“Sy,” i blushed

“It’s true, I’m always thinking about your pretty little smile. And those lips.” He paused “The way you taste. And those tits,” He smirked wiggling is eyebrows.

“Oh my god,” I blushed and folded my arms against the fence hiding my face. “You are ridiculous!” I mumbled against my sleeve. He chuckled.

“Is that my sweatshirt?” He asked raising an eyebrow. I lifted my head to meet his gaze biting my lip softly.

“It might be.” I said shyly.

“So you’ve been thinking about me too,” He smirked.

“It’s kinda hard not too,” I admitted. He smiled and holding my gaze for a moment before looking back at the field, then behind me at the bleachers.

“It’s probably not appropriate for us to show PDA around the students like this huh?” He said sadly, “I wanna kiss you so bad,”

“Well, it is technically after work hours, and theres no harm in a good luck kiss.” I smiled batting my eyelashes playfully.

“I like the way you think Darlin,” He smirked cupping my jaw tilting my face up and pressing his lips to mine softly. We stayed like that for a few seconds breathing each other in. It’d been a long week. Finally we pulled away when one of the players whistled from the sidelines. Sy chuckled and shook his head.

“Good luch coach.”

They didn’t need it, the boys played amazing. The predictions would be that this would be a close scoring game, but our team shut them out. The final score was 54 to 10. They had 4 straight consecutive wins this season. They were undefeated so far and if they won again next week it would be the first time in 15 years we’d headed into an undefeated season. Sy was really soaking it up after the game.

“Well look at you Cowboy.” I smiled waiting against my car as he walked out to his truck after everyone had cleared out. “You’re famous around here now.”

“Nah, the boys deserve all the credit, they’re the ones putting in the work.” He said humbly.

“I saw you celebrating you out there, You love this!” I grinned, looking up at him as he stopped right in front of me. “You’re a damn good coach, they wouldn’t be this good without you,” I put my hand on his chest and the other on his shoulder pulling him closer.

“With a beauty like you cheering us on we’re unstoppable baby,” He said softly grabbing my belt loops and pulling me against him kissing me roughly. I let him bit my lip and slip his hands down to squeeze my ass before I pulled away and pushed him back softly with my hand on his chest.

“Slow down Tiger, you haven’t taken me out yet remember?” I smirked. He groaned dropping his head to my shoulder breaking heavily against my neck. “Whats got you all riled up captain?

“You showing up in my hoodie, kissing me like that, acting all shy, you’re such a tease baby,” he growled.

“Me? And your little stunt in the hallway this week wasn’t teasing? I couldn’t focus for the rest of the day! And I couldn’t kiss you then!” I pouted. He smirked.

“Yeah I guess that wasn’t fair was it?” He brushed my hair back away from my face and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. “Okay, we better get out of here before I try and take you home with me again,”

“One more day Logan, you did this to yourself!” I winked. “It’ll be worth it.” He chuckled.

“I’ll pick you up around 7:30 for dinner, the bowling thing starts at 9 is that okay?” He asked.

I nodded “That sounds perfect Sy! I’ll see you then,” I said walking around to the drivers side of my car and opening the door.

“Get home safe, Text me when you get home.” He said as he got in his truck.

“I will!”

The next day I was so anxious. Logan and I had been out together before but this was different. I could barely eat I was so nervous. I sat around trying to get some housework done, but I couldn’t even nervous clean. So I sat down and tried to get some reading done, but then there was a spicy scene in the book I was reading and, well my mind wandered to Sy and I was nervous all over again. Finally 6 o’clock rolled around and I let myself start to get ready. I pulled on a pair of tight jeans I hoped he’d like. Not that it would matter. By the end of the night I knew they’d be off. I put on a dark green v neck. I’ve noticed he seems to like that color. We would eventually have to switch to bowling shoes so I just put on a pair of converse and paced while I tried to figure out what to do with my hair and how much make up I should do. Then I panicked again because, Should I pack a bag?

It’s very likely I’ll end up at his place again. Unless he doesn’t want me to stay over. I don’t want to assume. Maybe I should text him. No because I didn’t want him to know I was thinking about what we’d be doing later. But I was. And I’m sure he was. This was Ridiculous. I picked up my phone and sent a quick text.

“Do gentlemens let their ladyfriends sleepover on the first date?” I sent. That sounds so stupid, He’s gonna think your stupid. He’s literally gonna call you and cancel the whole thing. My phone buzzed and I jumped a little lost in thought and anxiety.

“When they’re lucky enough to have a date as sexy as you they do ;)” He replied. Okay so maybe I’m not stupid.

“Would it be unladylike and presumptuous for me to be prepared for said occasion?” I texted back. Instead of texting my phone rang. I answered him quickly

“Hello?” I giggled.

“Hey Darlin’ I was just getting ready to come pick you up and I was thinking, Do you wanna stay at my place tonight?” I could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Sy,” I chuckled “You didn’t have to.” he shushed me.

“Listen baby, you don’t have to if you don’t want to, but the way we’ve been going at it this week, I figured I may as well formally ask.” He was holding back laughter.

“I’d be honored to stay with you tonight, I’ll pack a back,” I teased. He chuckled

“Good girl, I’ll see you in 20 baby,” we hung up and bit my lip shaking my head to myself. He was so damn cute! I finished getting ready and threw a few overnight essentials in a bag. Just as I was double checking everything there was a knock on my door. I grabbed my purse and bag and opened the door to see Sy with another bouquet of flowers and a big grin.

“Hey gorgeous! You ready?” He smiled. I nodded.

“Yeah! Those for me?” I blushed.

“Told ya, Gentleman always brings flowers on the first date.” He smirked proud of himself. They were a beautiful bouquet of yellow roses.

“Your momma raised a good man!” I smiled. “They’re beautiful, I’ll go put these in some water and we can go!” After I found a vase and set them on the counter next to last nights flowers we left for dinner. He took me to a local burger joint. It reminded me of one of the restaurants in Grease. He’d genuinely put thought into this! We ate dinner and even shared a milkshake.

“You’re such a dork!” I laughed when he leaned across the table to take a sip.

“You like it or you wouldn’t keep me around,” He joked.

“Yeah I guess you’re right.” He laughed and his eyes flickered to my lips.

“Hold still sugar, you got a little something,” He took his thumb and swiped the ice cream off my bottom lip and then brought it to his lips sucking it off. I swallowed hard and bit my lip “Got it,” He winked.

“Mmhmm, you did,” I stuttered.

After he paid for dinner he drove us to the bowling alley and we got set up on a lane for the night. We also got a little wrist band for the bar. “I”m gonna go get a beer sugar you want anything?” He asked.

“I’ll take a wine cooler, whatever they got!” I smiled. I set up our screen putting our names on the board and started our first game. I felt him wrap his arm around my waist and he pulled me close pressing a kiss to my neck.

“You ready?” he asked handing me my drink? I nodded biting my lip and trying to control my breathing. I didn’t want him to know how easy it was for him to make me lose my mind. He chuckled and kissed my cheek letting go of me and picked up his ball.

Sy was up first and I watched as he stepped up to the lane. He drew his arm back and let the ball come forward dropping it perfectly in the middle He hit all but two pins in the far left. Of course he was good at this. “Damn Sy, I didn’t realize you were a professional at every sport.” I joked. He chuckled.

“A couple buddies and I used to play on a league in high school. It’s been a while.” He picked up his ball again when it came back through and stepped up to the line again and it spiraled down and curved perfectly knocking down the last pins. “Guess I still got it!” He smirked. I rolled my eyes and took a sip of my drink. I grabbed my ball and stepped up to the line. Well, I’ve made myself look stupid before and he’s still here so, here’s to embarrassing myself! I threw the ball and it dropped hard immediately rolling toward the right gutter. I sighed heavy and dropped my head in shame. I could hear Logan trying not to laugh.

“Shut up,” I said when I turned around waiting for my ball.

“That was a good try,” He snickered.

“I’ll get the next one!” I said confidently. I did not. This one rolled more to the left skated along the edge and knocked down two pins. I winced but laughed at myself when I turned around.

“You hit em that time!” I laughed.

“We can’t all be perfect like you Sy!” I joked. He shook his head his chest shaking with laughter.

“I can help you if you want,” He smiled sweetly. I wasn’t going to give into him that easily. Not yet.

“No! I can do it,” I said stubbornly. He just laughed. We went on like that for a while. The next turn He bowled a strike. I knocked down 4. He picked up another spare. I got 6. He got another strike. I threw another gutterball. When it was my turn again I downed the rest of my drink and stood up grabbing the ball. I walked up to the line and stood their for a second. I stared at the pins and the turned back towards Sy and pouted.

“Okay I give up, help,” He smiled standing up from the table and walked up behind me.

“Come here baby, Stand a little more to the right of center.” He moved us over and grabbed my hip so I was completely pressed against him. He slowly ran his hand down my arm gently grabbing my wrist. Guiding it back to show me how to throw the ball. He was saying something but I honestly couldn’t hear the instructions he was giving over my heartbeat pounding in my ears. “Just like that and let it go okay.” he smiled. I nodded and he guidded me again helping me throw the ball. This time I knocked down all but one. “Thats my girl!” He said spinning me around and kissing me passionately. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders kissing him back. He pulled away quickly and smiled. “I knew you could do it.” We finished the first game and of course Sy had Won. He got me another drink and he switched to water so he could drive us home. The second drink was starting to hit and I kept calling him over to help me and teasing him by pressing my ass against him everytime he was behind me. At the end of the last game he was behind me helping me throw again. I was definitely a little buzzed.

I pressed my ass against him grinding against him to whatever song was playing on the old jukebox. But he was done with my teasing. He growled in my ear squeezing my hip tight. And after I let go of the ball he turned me around crashing his lips to mine. I smirked when we pulled away. “What do you think you’re doing darlin, hmm?” he smirked.

“Just having fun Sy,” I ran my hand down his chest and his stomach. He grabbed my wrist stoppinig me before I could get any further. I pouted. “Buzzkill,” He shook his head.

“You’re in for it when we get home darlin, don’t say I didn’t warn ya,” we left the bowling alley and got back in the truck. I was so excited for him to get us home.

“Such a naughtly little girl teasing me in public like that. You like misbehaving don’t you,” He growled when we were on the main road back home. His hand had been on my thigh the whole drive. His fingertips softly massaging the inside.

“I think you like it when I do,” I teased. I reached over and ran my had across his lap and smirked when I felt the bulge in his jeans. I playfully squeezed him and he cursed under his breath.

“What am I gonna do with you.” He groaned. He pulled into his drive way and threw it into park. He jumped out and ran to my side of the truck. I had just enough time to unbuckle my seatbelt before he pulled me out and threw me over his shoulder.

“Sy!” I laughed. He smacked my ass.

“You asked for this sugar!” He carried me into the house and took me straight to his bedroom. He dropped me on the bed and flipped me over onto my stomach. I squealed playfully as he pulled down my jeans and panties tossing them to the side. “You wanna be a brat and misbehave. You’re gonna learn baby.” He brought his hand down with a loud smack on my ass. “Bad girls get punished.” I could feel myself dripping already. God it was like he was straight out of a romance novel. But he was real. This was happening. He gave a hard slap to the other cheek and I whimpered. He rubbed over it soothing it gently. “You like this don’t you, when I take control?” I moaned inresponse.

“Words sugar,” He smacked my ass again and I yellped not ready for it.

“Yes Sir!” I choked out.

“That’s my good girl, now stay just like that, Ive been dying to bend you over all week.” I heard him unzip his jeans and then felt him press the head of his cock against my folds. He didn’t give me time to adjust this time. He just slammed into me.

“Fuck Sy!” I moaned as he started a relentless pace. He tangled his fingers in my hair as he fucked me from behind pulling me up against his chest.

“I love when your like this, when you’re so needy for me. You’ve been aching for my cock all week. And You’d do anything to get it.” I blushed. Fuck he was right. I moaned as he thrusted harder.

“Say it,” he growled in my ear.

“Mm fuck I need your cock Logan,” I moaned. I heard him groan and felt his fingers pressing against my clit as he reached around to help me reach my climax.

“I know baby, and you needed me to make you cum didn’t you, I’m gonna let you cum baby all you have to do is ask.” It felt so fucking good. He was so intense. His words his motions. The things he was doing to me was too much.

“Please Sy,” I begged.

“Please what baby?” He smirked as his thrusts became sloppy. I groaned feeling it build up inside me.

“Please let me cum!” I moaned. He Pushed me back down so my face was against the mattress and grabbed my hips thrusting into me.

“Let go baby, I gotcha, I’m right here baby, cum for me. “ his name tumbled from my lips as my walls clenched around him and I reached my climax. He wasn’t far behind. A few more thrusts and he was cumming inside me. Growling in my ear telling me how good I was.

“Fuck,” He breathed pulling out and laying on the bed next to me. He pulled me on top of him, combing his fingers through my hair. “Well, I’d say that went well,” He smirked. I shook my head trying to catch my breath.

“You’re an idiot.” I laughed.

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builtbybrokenbells · 2 years ago

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Hate To Love You

Being around him was unbearable. You weren’t sure why he hated you as much as he did, but he ensured that you were aware of it any time he saw you. After one night of taking it too far, the full story finally comes out.

Read part two here

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x f!reader

Word Count: just under 6k

Warnings: SMUT 18+, unprotected sex (pls wrap it before you tap it), oral (m!receiving), oral (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving) dirty talk, hair pulling, slight exhibitionism, sex in a public place (sort of), swearing, insulting, dickhead sam, drinking, bit of a love triangle more so at the end, sorry if i missed any!

smutty enemies to lovers, my weakness. Enjoy! sorry for any grammatical errors, please be kind :) also maybe a part two if anyone is interested?

The door to Danny’s apartment flung open, causing a collective whip of heads to turn and look towards it. Sam Kiszka stumbled in, clearly tipsy and looking a bit disheveled. You clenched your jaw at the sight of him, hoping by some power of the gods he wouldn’t show up tonight, although you knew your wish was not likely to come true. He was always around, looming and seeming to want to do whatever he could to ruin your mood.

Music was softly playing through the room, bodies were crowded in every corner, and your drink was quickly reaching the end. As if some higher power was willing you to have a terrible time tonight, Sam’s eyes immediately fell on you. A frown quickly twisted on his lips as he made his way towards you. If you weren’t so scared of looking weak, you would’ve cowered away from him, but you stood your ground. His hand rested on your arm as he leaned in to whisper something to you. “You know, when you’re here, they should really give me a warning before I show up,” he said. You casted your eyes to look at his face. He smelled like booze and cigarettes as if he’d just stumbled out of a dive bar.

“Why is that, Samuel?” You made sure to elongate your words with an annoying drawl, just to piss him off.

“So I can prepare myself for a terrible fucking night.” He let your arm go with a little push, causing you to lose your footing slightly. No more words were shared before he disappeared into the group of people behind you. His cologne lingered in the air for moment, making it harder to forget he had arrived. You brushed the interaction off, knowing that Sam was always going to be the way he was and you couldn’t let it bother you.

As you made your way to the kitchen to pour another drink, you ran into the host of the nights event. “Pipsqueak!” Danny called over to you. You had to laugh at the nickname. He started using it within days of meeting you, just a gentle joke poking fun at your height. Of course he’d thought you were short, most of the time he failed to realize that almost everyone was short compared to him. He wrapped his arms around you, engulfing you in a hug. “What’s your drink of choice?” He asked, motioning to the bottles of liquor displayed on the counter.

“Whatever you’re making me.” You smiled, taking a seat on one of the chairs. Danny was always a ray of sunshine, sober or not. He made everyone’s day better just by existing. He was the first you’d met out of any of the members of Greta Van Fleet. You had been sitting by your lonesome at a bar one night after a final blowout with your shitty ex-boyfriend. You’d found solace in the cheap tequila shots at the nearest dingy bar. He stopped for a drink after a long day at the studio. It was like fate meeting him that night. He was a very attractive guy, but the friendship you’d blossomed with him that day was something you’d been craving since you made your start in the city. Under different circumstances, you may have let him take you home that night.

You were never the best at making friends. Not because you were mean or any other outstanding baggage, but mostly because you were awkward. You’d spent your entire high school career dating the same toxic guy, and moved in with him almost immediately after graduation. There was never much time to make any friends other than him, simply because he wouldn’t allow it. So, the social cues you should have grown into simply passed you by. Danny was like a breath of fresh air, never minding your stuttering or uncertainties with the whole bonding process. He took to you immediately, imploring you to hang out with him and his friends.

That night he listened to your story with no judgement and even offered you somewhere to stay until you’d found your own place. You brushed it off, thanking him, but you already had one lined up. The breakup was long overdue and you were nothing short of a planner, always having an exit strategy. Instead, he came with you as the entourage as you collected your things from your ex’s house. He helped you move in, wanting to get to know you, and ended up wine drunk with you by the end of the night. It was a perfect housewarming activity. Within the next weeks, he’d introduced you to his best friends, who all had the same welcoming personalities. You were finally at peace with a group of people who made you feel like you belonged.

In the beginning, Sam was just as kind and charismatic as Danny was. You had even found yourself falling for him a little bit. But something changed somewhere along the line and you never really knew what it was. One day he’d went over to Danny’s apartment to share a cool bit of music he’d thought up and found you lounging in his kitchen, clearly freshly woken up. You’d stayed over after a night of bar hopping with your new-found best friend. Danny was still asleep as you made breakfast, which wasn’t a rare occurrence. It looked a little domestic to anyone else, but there was no chance of anything more ever happening between the two of you. Simply just two friends who loved spending time together.

Sam was stunned seeing you in that state, stuttering as he greeted you. He didn’t even stay to show Danny what he’d written. He was out of there faster than he’d arrived. The dynamic shifted that day. It started off slow with him being more passive with you, less engaged, but as time went on it had turned into hatred. It was if he couldn’t even stand the thought of being in the same room as you. There was never a reason why, or an explanation of any sort. Things were just different.

“Whatcha thinking about, pip?” Danny asked, mixing a drink for you. Your eyes looked up to meet his, immediately growing a smile on your lips.

“Nothing too interesting,” you replied. He stuck a straw into the solo cup, bringing it up to your lips. You took a sip, swallowing down whatever concoction he’d made for you. You let out a hum of pleasure, nodding your head in appreciation. “That’s so good!” You exclaimed. He laughed at your reaction, setting the cup in front of you. “You know, if the music thing doesn’t work you, you’d make a great bartender.”

“Maybe in twenty years we can open a bar together, like a family restaurant but instead of good food, really strong drinks that will knock you on your ass. Then we can force our kids to take it over when we retire.” He laughed.

“Exactly!” You giggled, grabbing your cup to take another drink. At that moment, someone had bumped into the back of your chair, causing you to spill the liquid all over the front of your dress. “Shit!” You yelled, standing quickly.

“Sorry, didn’t see you there.” The voice sounded from behind you. You gritted your teeth, knowing exactly who it belonged to.

“Fuck you, Sam.” You said, not even having to look at him.

“You wish!” He said, carrying on to whatever he’d been intending to do. Danny gave you a sympathetic look, scrambling for some paper towels. You cleaned yourself off as best you could, anger radiating from you.

“Fucking asshole.” You mumbled, tossing the wet paper into a trash bin.

“Sorry about him,” Danny said, but you stopped him before it went any further.

“Dont,” you stated. “You’re not responsible for him, you don’t have to apologize on his behalf. I’m quite aware of what he’s like by now.” You let out a humourless chuckle.

“I don’t know why he’s like that, though. He loved you when I brought you to meet everyone.” Danny said, clearly not understanding his distaste for you any more than you did. You shrugged.

“Guess it doesn’t really matter why, cause it doesn’t seem like it’s gonna change any time soon.” Danny reached out and placed a large hand on your shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. He pulled you into his side, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. He knew how much it bothered you.

Eventually you two had parted ways, him getting pulled away by another friend. You found yourself mingling with a small group of people you’d seen around a few times at previous gatherings. Your eyes wandered around the room. Danny had quite a spacious apartment, and somehow always managed to escape a noise complaint. Your gaze fell upon the one person you wanted to avoid all night. He was next to a girl who you’d never seen before, leaning into her and saying something that was causing a blush to rise to her cheeks.

A tinge of jealousy ran through you. You had to shake it off, completely shocked at the emotion. There was no world where you thought you’d find yourself envious of any of the girls Sam found himself wrapped around. You chalked it up to the copious amount of liquor in your system, maybe making your loneliness a bit more evident than it was when you were sober. In truth, you were. You’d never even had a date after your breakup the year prior. At first it was willing, not wanting to end up entangled with another asshole again. Recently, it was more of routine than anything else. You’d grown comfortable with your empty apartment, your own space how you liked it with nobody to disturb the peace. That didn’t mean you weren’t human, though. Everyone craves intimacy by times.

You made your way back over to the seat you’d been in earlier. You wished Danny would come back to mix you another one of the drinks he’d made you. You tried your best, but it was always too strong or way too sweet. You had to laugh at your own alcoholic incompetence. You didn’t start drinking until you were legal age to do so. Maybe it was because you were a bit of a goody-two shoes growing up, or perhaps that you really just didn’t like the taste of it. Either way, you were still trying to find the ropes of mixing your own beverages and always seemed to fail miserably.

You hummed along to the music playing through the speaker, minding your own business. You didn’t feel the need to be constantly conversing at events like this; sometimes, you’d rather sit back and take it all in. As you pulled out your phone to check the time, you felt a body present itself next to you. You looked up to see a guy you’d occasionally seen hanging around with the boys, but you couldn’t place his face to a name. You gave him a smile as he sat down beside you. “Hey, y/n, right?” He asked. You nodded, taking in his features. He was relatively attractive, but not someone you’d seek out intentionally.

“Yeah, that’s me.” You answered.

“I’ve heard lots of great things from Danny, I just thought I’d come over and keep you company. You looked a little lonesome over here by yourself.” He offered a smile, a quite cute one at that.

“I wouldn’t mind that at all.” You shifted to face him so you could get a better look at him. He was tall, but not as tall as Danny or Sam. You still had to look up to meet his eyes. “What’s your name?” You asked, suddenly embarrassed that he knew you but you didn’t know him.

“Oh, I’m Scott.” He said, suddenly reaching his hand out for you to shake it. You took it, letting the touch linger for a moment. “Sorry, I guess we’ve never really properly met each other.” He let out a nervous chuckle.

“We have lots of time, now.” You offered.

You lost yourself in conversation with him, finding out he had quite the sense of humour. You’d found yourself getting tipsier by the minute, losing your rigidness the more the time went on. He had said something particularly funny, causing you to lean into him while you laughed, resting a hand on his shoulder. He took the opportunity to snake an arm around you, and you didn’t mind it in the slightest. In the midst of him beginning to ask you about yourself, a hand presented itself on your shoulder, as well as one on his. You looked back to see Sam looming over you. You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes.

“Hello, Samuel.” You said, dryly. He ignored you and turned to the boy beside you.

“I see you’ve met y/n!” He boomed. Scott nodded, not sensing the tension in the air.

“Yeah, we were just getting to know each other. She’s great!” Scott replied. Sam gave a laugh, nodding as if to agree.

“She sure is, but be careful, man, she’s quite the catch. I’d hate for her to cause anything between you and Danny boy.” He informed him, causing you to shoot him a look of confusion.

“What do you mean, man?” He asked back.

“Well, they’re quite involved, if you get what I’m saying.” Sam chuckled. He recoiled at the words, looking between you and Sam. “Oh, she didn’t tell you?” Scott shook his head, clearing his throat.

“Well, uh, it was nice talking to you, y/n.” He stood, excusing himself. Your stomach dropped. When Scott was out of earshot, you turned on Sam.

“What the fuck was that?” You seethed. Sam scoffed.

“You’re flirting with Danny’s friend, in his own house. That’s pretty low, even for you.” He announced. You stood, too, grabbing onto his arm and dragging him into the hallway for a little more privacy.

“I don’t know what idea you have in your head, but it’s wrong.” You informed him. “Unless you really wanted to go above and beyond to make me miserable tonight.” You let go of him, turning to face him now.

“The idea that you’ve been fucking Danny and flirting with everyone else behind his back? I’m pretty sure that I’ve got that pretty clear.” He shot back, arms crossed over his chest.

“Are you delusional?” You asked, incredulously. “I’m not sure what world you’re living in, but Danny and I are most definitely not fucking.” A look of uncertainty flashed in Sam’s eyes. “And not that it’s any of your business, but we never have.” His posture slipped a bit, relaxing slightly.

“He seems to like you an awful lot, and you’re always over here, or he’s at your place. I have a pretty hard time believing that.” He said, still on the defensive. If he didn’t hate you so much, you could almost believe he was jealous.

“Because we’re friends, Sam!” You shouted, shoving your hands into his chest. He faltered, running into the wall behind him. “If you could get past your own ego and talk to me for ten seconds, you would know that! Maybe you would also know that he’s the only friend I’ve ever really had, so yeah, we’re pretty close!” You we’re fuming.

“Oh, so I’m the bad guy because I don’t like you?” He snapped back now, catching the attention of a few stray people passing by. “If I remember correctly, you were the one who started flirting with me, and then I walk in one day to you making breakfast in Danny’s kitchen with just his shirt on!” You stepped back when he spoke, not expecting him to explode like that. As soon as he’d said the words, the months of passive-aggressiveness seemed to make so much more sense. “I thought that maybe you actually liked me, that it was going somewhere, and then I walk in on you in my best friends kitchen like that?” He was getting closer to you with every word he said. The tension was immeasurable. You were both furious.

“Maybe instead of running away, you could’ve just talked to me like a normal person! Then you went on your little fucking power trip, being an asshole to me whenever you got the chance. Do you get off to it, treating me like shit?” Your noses were practically touching by now.

“It kills me, actually.” He was speaking lowly, now, just for you to hear. “Because even if you’re a fucking slut, somehow I still feel the same way about you as I did back then.” He admitted. “But it’s always Danny this, Danny that, he’s the best guy in the whole world and Sam’s just a douchebag, right? I get to watch him love you and get chastised because you broke my fucking heart.” You could’ve strangled him on the spot.

“You’re an idiot, Sam.” You shook your head. “You are so fucking stupid.” You laughed. He didn’t know how to respond, watching you intensely as you formulated your next sentence. “I was falling for you too, Sam. You broke my heart, too.” You spat. “Everything is not always about you!” You saw something flash in his eyes. Remorse, maybe? You weren’t sure.

“Do you still feel that way?” His tone still patronizing, but laced with curiosity.

“No,” you hissed. “You may be attractive, but you’re still a dick. I liked you when you didn’t want to make my life a living hell.”

“So you think I’m hot?” He smirked.

“Fuck off, Sam.” You tried to push past him and rejoin the party. He grabbed your wrist as you passed him, pulling you back to face him.

“I asked you a question.”

“I’m not going to sit here and stroke your ego all night.” You pulled at your arm, trying to shake him off. He pulled you in closer, letting his free hand rest on your hip. Goosebumps prickled your skin as you looked up at him through your eyelashes.

“I was kind of hoping you’d stroke something else.” As cringey as the pass was, you couldn’t help but feel your breath catch in your throat. His grip on you tightened slightly, but you didn’t want to give him any satisfaction.

“In your dreams, Kiszka.” You breathed, unsure of why he was affecting you so much. You hated him.

“Oh, yeah. I’ve dreamt about it a lot.” He was leaning down, lips resting on your ear now. The feeling of his breath on your skin ignited something in you, suddenly not caring about the months of shit he’d given you.

“Then why don’t you do something about it, already?” His grip on your waist tightened just before he snaked his hand around to your lower back, moving to the side and pushing you in front of him. He guided you into the nearest open door, which happened to be the bathroom, and closed it behind him. You had no time to process what he was doing before you were lifted onto the counter, Sam between your legs and his lips on yours.

You wasted no time getting your hands on him, pulling him closer to you. The bulge in his jeans was growing more noticeable by the second and his hands were clawing at the bottom of your dress. His fingers slipped underneath, teasing you through the lace of your panties. You let a moan slip out into his mouth, suddenly becoming hyper aware of where you were and who could hear you. “Sam,” you said against his lips. He didn’t stop but he switched to kissing down your neck, sucking marks into the soft skin. “S-Sammy,” you whined. He hummed against you, pulling your underwear to the side and running his hands through the pool of wetness. “We can’t do this here!” You whispered, but your body was betraying you. You were grinding yourself against his hand, begging for friction.

“You want me to stop?” He mumbled, mouth now down to your collarbone. His unoccupied hand freed one of your tits from the top of your dress, wasting no time pulling it into his mouth. You let out a hiss of pleasure, trying to find the willpower to push him off of you. He let his fingers slip inside of you, making it even harder for you to tell him to stop. “That’s what I thought, princess.”

“Can you at least lock the door?” You pleaded, finally making him pull his head away, but his fingers remained steady. He looked at you, lust clouding his vision. He gave a smirk before he spoke.

“I’ll make you a deal,” he drawled, pulling your chin up so you would look him in the eyes. “I’m going to get you off, and if you can stay completely silent, I’ll lock the door before I fuck you.”

“Sam-“

“Ah,” he cut you off, letting his thumb trail over your bottom lip. “Or, I can just leave you here like this, dripping and aching for someone to take care of you.” Your eyes widened in shock, not willing to call his bluff. ‘Still an asshole even in the bedroom.’ You made a mental note. But, it was fucking hot. “Up to you,”

“I can be quiet.” You promised. He let his thumb that was tracing your lip push past them. You opened your mouth slightly, allowing easier access, then closing it around it. You suctioned your mouth for a moment, and then let him pull it away. It left your lips with a gentle pop. He let out a long exhale.

“I know you can, baby. Just be good for me for a little while, and I’ll lock the door for you.” You nodded, eager for him to keep touching you. His fingers moving inside you weren’t enough, you needed more. He pulled his hand from you, bent down slightly and hooked his arms under your thighs. He pulled your ass forward, bunching the bottom of your dress in his hands and got down on his knees. Your breath caught in your throat just watching him between your thighs. Not once did you think you’d end up here.

He ran his tongue through your folds, getting a taste of what he’d been doing to you for the last few minutes. His attention landed on your clit, which had been begging for him all night. Just with a swirl of his tongue, you were trying not to scream his name. He could tell just how much he was affecting you, and it was driving him crazy. He suctioned his lips around the bundle of nerves, causing you to reach your hand to his hair. It only drove him to work harder, now adding his fingers back to you. You were biting your lips and trying to steady your breathing, praying a noise wouldn’t slip from your mouth. He was secretly hoping you would, just to get the satisfaction. He curled his fingers, hitting a spot inside you that caused you to pull on the strands of hair you had in your grasp. He pulled away for a moment to catch his breath. “Fuck you taste good, baby.”

Your feeling of desperation was immeasurable. You wanted so badly to say his name, make some noise to show him how good he was making you feel, but the idea of someone hearing you made hold back. Sam was pumping his fingers at an agonizing pace, using his tongue to drive you over the edge. He wanted someone to hear you, to know that you were making noise just for him. Within minutes, you were at your end, the knot in your stomach growing by the second. You bit down on your tongue in a last ditch to silence yourself, but when his tongue ghosted over your clit one last time and you lost yourself to pleasure, his name tumbled from your lips along with a gasp. You gripped his hair hard enough that he had to fight to keep his mouth on you. When you came down from the high, your limbs felt like putty. “I-I’m s-sorry,” you stuttered as he came back up to his feet. Your orgasm was glistening on his chin as he pulled you in for a kiss.

“Don’t apologize to me, I could listen to you say my name like that all day.” He breathed. His hand reached to the doorknob, clicking the lock. “I don’t want anyone interrupting this.” He said, pulling at the buckle of his belt. You hit his hands out of the way, wanting to do it yourself. You slid off the counter, praying you could stay steady on your feet just for a moment. You undid the button of his jeans and pulled his zipper down. With one swift moment you pulled his cock free and dropped to your knees.

A gasp of surprise came from him as you took him in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip. He balled your hair in his fist, letting his head fall back with a groan. You relaxed your jaw and took him as far as you could into your mouth, bobbing up and down. “Fuck, y/n.” He muttered, looking down at you. “You look so pretty like this.” Your eyes fluttered up to meet his. The look on his face was enough to send you over the edge, but you kept going, wanting to make him feel the same way he’d made you feel. You bobbed your head down once more and he bucked his hips forward, causing a gag to overtake you. He pulled you off of him by your hair in an instant, feeling slightly bad for his earlier action. “I need you to stop before I cum. I still need to fuck you, remember?” His tone was breathy, trying to sound arrogant but failing slightly.

Just as you sprung back to your feet, he pulled you in for another kiss, filled with neediness. He pulled away, spinning you around and pushing you down so your chest was flush with the counter. He hiked your dress up again, this time far enough up that your ass was exposed. You felt his hands brush over it softly, giving a gentle squeeze while he admired the view. It was the most tame he’d acted with you all night. As if he’d realized it too, you felt a sharp smack, eliciting a gasp from you. He pulled your underwear to the side again, lining himself up with your cunt and showing no mercy thrusting into you. A yelp escaped from your lips, but you silenced yourself quickly. He grabbed your hair in his fist again, pulling your head back and leaning down so his lips were on your ear.

“Keep your fucking mouth shut,” he hissed, teeth grazing over your earlobe. “I’m going to keep going, now. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sammy.” You rushed out.

“That’s my good girl.” He said, pulling away from you. “I love those noises baby, but I want to keep them all to myself.” Fuck, he was hot. You didn’t have any time to ponder over the words, because he’d resumed his pace, fucking into you desperately. He had one hand on your hip and the other still knotted in your hair. You hoped the music in the main room was covering the noises of his skin slapping on yours, but you wanted him so badly you didn’t care. “Fuck you feel good.” He growled, loosening his grip on your hair so he could move his other hand to your waist.

“Harder, please, Sammy.” You pleaded.

“You asked for it,” he groaned, more to himself than you. He dug his fingers into your hips and pulled you back onto him as he thrusted into you. You couldn’t help but let a choked moan out, but he didn’t care enough to chastise you for it. He kept up his pace, hitting your cervix with every re-entry.

“I’m gonna…” you trailed off, voice wobbly from the pleasure and the pace he was fucking you at.

“You wanna cum, princess?” He asked. All you could do was hum a noise of affirmation. “Okay, baby,” he mumbled. “Cum for me.” He demanded, but you could tell that underneath the authority he was begging for you to do so. With a few more thrusts, you found yourself coming undone, your legs giving out from underneath you.

“Fuck, Sam!” You gasped. In an instant, his hand flung around you to cover your mouth, stifling any noises or profanities you couldn’t hold back. He wasn’t far behind you, twitching inside you and hips faltering. He pulled you onto him one more time, holding you in place. He lost his composure, leaning down on top of you as he reached his own orgasm. He managed to mutter your name while he turned your head to the side to connect your mouths again.

Heavy breathing filled the otherwise silent room. You were both covered in sweat, in no shape to go out and face the crowd of people outside. He pulled out of you, moving his hand under you to avoid any mess spilling out. You laid on the counter for a moment, not feeling strong enough to hold yourself up. He pulled you panties back in place, leaning down and leaving a small kiss on your asscheek, then sucking a mark into it. You let a giggle out as he pulled your dress back down. “That’s for me to see, later.” He assured you. He pulled his pants back up and buckled his belt.

“I have to get cleaned up.” You informed him, finally pushing yourself up off the counter. You made a move to push past him, but he stopped you.

“Fix your hair and your makeup and get back out there.” He said, no look of joking in his features.

“But Sam-“

“You heard me.” He said, placing another kiss to your lips. You felt yourself throb at his order. “You’re gonna go out there and hope you don’t make a mess anywhere, and in twenty minutes, you’re going to meet me outside and we’re going to leave.” He informed you. You couldn’t even protest, his tone turning you on again as soon as the words left his mouth.

“Where are we going?” You asked.

“To my place, and then you’re going to let me hear all of those pretty noises I missed out on.” He said, pulling you in for one more kiss. “And then maybe tomorrow I can take you on a real date, make up for… well, everything.” His voice was softer now, taking your cheek in his hand and running a delicate thumb over it.

“I’d like that.” You assured him. A small smile broke out on his face. Your heart fluttered. It had been a long time since he’d smiled at you.

“Me, too.” It was crazy how different he was acting in comparison to just a few moments before. “You should cover up those hickeys, too. If we haven’t been caught yet, we will be if you walk out with those on display.” He chuckled. You turned to look in the mirror, inspecting the damage. He was right, he had left a few marks that were darkening already. You wiped away the smudged mascara and lipstick, thankful you hadn’t worn too much makeup.

You straightened your hair out and ran a hand through it, brushing out any knots that had formed. Sam admired you, looking at your face in the mirror. He felt like shit that he’d been so mad at you for no real reason, and that he was so hurt he never bothered to ask you for the full story. But, the looming knowledge that he held made him feel even worse. Danny was most certainly in love with you, and he’d just fucked you in his bathroom. “I think this is as good as it’s gonna get.” You sighed.

“Beautiful,” Sam said, pulling you back into him. “I’m sorry for being a dick.” He mumbled, lips pressed into your hair.

“You’ll make up for it.” You smiled into his chest. He nodded, huffing out a sigh. Guilt had begun to eat him alive. “Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“Does Danny know that you don’t have feelings for him?” You looked up to him, wondering why he’d bring this up right now.

“I mean, I never said it explicitly, but I’ve also never made any advances either. I don’t see why he would think I do. He’s never even brought anything up in regards to it, either.” You said. Sam nodded, taking a sharp intake of breath. “Why?”

“I think that maybe you should talk to him.”

“Why?” You asked again. He stayed silent, fingers dancing over your cheekbones. “Sam, why should I talk to him?” You pressed.

“If we’re gonna do whatever this is, he should be the first to know.” He eased into it. Your stomach dropped, knowing exactly what he was hinting at.

“You knew he had feelings for me?” You whispered. “And you had sex with me in his bathroom?”

“I know,” he ran a hand through his hair. “Probably not the smartest move on my part.”

“You think?”

“Fuck, y/n, I’m not trying to be the bad guy!” He exclaimed. “I’ve been in love with you for just as long! Maybe I could’ve went about it differently, but we don’t have to tell him this part exactly!” Your stomach churned with anxiety. “If you knew that before, would you still have done it?”

“Of course not!” Sam recoiled as if you’d shot him. Your eyes widened. “No, not like that, Sam!” He relaxed a bit. “I mean, yes I still would’ve gotten with you, but not here! I like you, Sammy, and I have from the beginning, but I don’t want to hurt him, ever. He’s my best friend!”

“He’s mine, too!” He snapped back. You took a deep breath.

“Listen, it’s okay. We’ll figure it out.” You said, taking his hand into yours and intertwining your fingers. “I want to be with you, I really do. I’ve always liked you, although you were quite the asshole for a while, I still do. I wouldn’t have had sex with you if I didn’t.” You reiterated your earlier point to soothe his worry. He leaned into you, nodding at your words.

“I want to be with you, too. We’ll make it work, and we’ll do everything we can to make sure he’s alright, too.” He said softly. “But the bathroom incident stays a secret for the rest of our lives.” You let out a giggle.

“Alright, then.” You stood on your tip-toes to place a kiss on his lips. “I’d still like you to take me home with you, tonight, if you’d have me.” You whispered. “We don’t have to do anything, I think I’d just like to be there with you.”

“Of course, princess. I couldn’t think of anything I’d want more.”

Part two, perhaps?

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trixter-god · 2 months ago

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The bat and the wolverine

(!!!working draft!!!)

Parings: Original character x Logan Howlett, Original character x Bruce Wayne, Logan Howlett x Bruce Wayne, Original Character x Logan Howlett x Bruce Wayne (eventually)

Summary: Starr (Trix) Baker-Foley better know as The Trixter was like many mutants living within the safety of Charles Xavier’s school for the gifted. A job that kept her busy and job that drove her crazy. Funny how trying to teach an art class for gifted teenagers was harder than trying to save the world. So sometimes she needed an escape. Somewhere only she knew about and only she could get too. A whole different universe.

warnings/tags. 18+ (eventually), fluff, angst, smut (maybe), canon typical violence, cursing/profanity, romance, open relationships, two boyfriends, jealousy, pining, slow burn, lovers to strangers, enemies to unliking friends to lovers, (More will be added)

Chapters (tbd)

Words (so far) 691

An: currently flying by the seat of my pants here. Sorry for any spelling mistakes or grammatical errors. (no beta we die like Jason Todd) This is just a small dabble into the story I want to tell and I’m looking for any and all feedback/interest to make me actually sit down and give this the time and attention it deserves.

About Trix’s x-gene/powers:

Has the powers of reality manipulation. She can change her surroundings, people, things, etc. to whatever she wants. (Think the scarlet witch, unoriginal I know) Powers works better with smaller areas and only a handful of people at a time. She could change a room but not the whole mansion

Also has the powers of dimensional teleportation but she can only teleport herself and nothing else.

Her powers don’t work well out of her “original universe” but she is still able to use them in small doses.

Selfish, she was being selfish. That’s what Jean had said to her when Starr tried to see her own boyfriend. Boyfriend was a strong word. It made a lump form in her throat. She punched a bit harder against her target. A small hum of praise was thrown in her direction which only made her mind slip again. Thinking back to a familiar hum in her ears.

Logan left. Disappeared for months. No. A year. It shouldn’t affect her like it did. Starr barely dodged the sharp skillful right hook thrown in her direction. Logan was known for slipping out at night. Leaving for a good couple of weeks but he’d come back. He always came back. Like a stray, crawling back into her bed. The sad part was she’d let him. Even now.

A foot connected with the back of her knee as she lost her balance falling against the rubber mat with a growl. She doesn’t get up like she normally would just laid there in her own frustration.

“You're not focused.” A calm voice broke through the storm that was her mind for a moment, bringing her back to the present.

Bruce.

Calm, gentle, calculated, paranoid, mind numbing. She could keep going but instead Starr flipped over against that black mat staring up at the high cave ceiling catching her breath.

Bruce let out a hum again. This time it was one of questions as he looked her over. Questions he’d never actually ask, probably knowing the answers already. Starr could feel that sharp icy gaze against her skin, it made a shiver run through her. She shrugged it off by tearing off the protective wrapping from her knuckles, throwing it forgetfully across the floor.

“I’m done.” She mumbled, rubbing the sweat from her forehead. Bruce didn’t respond. His always light footsteps stopped next to her making his imposing figure stand in her field of vision. He was analyzing, it made her scrunched up her nose.

“Stop that.”

“I’m not doing anything.” His voice level.

Fucking ass

“You know what I mean.”

He did. Always seemed he was the only one. Well besides Logan. Her fists balled up unconsciously, a moment Bruce noted.

His well sculpted yet abused body sunk down sitting crisscrossed at her side.

Those trademarked Wayne blues still made her skin crawl until her own eyes locked with his. Like the Atlantic meeting the Pacific.

A light touch of his knuckles brushing against her side in a way that was asking for a window. Starr let out a deep sigh closing her eyes thinking that would clear her elegant like memory. It never did.

“I’m being… emotional again.” She had to take a pause to find the right words. Those knuckles turned into fingertips pressing small circles into her sore side. Bruce nodded, not needing any actual explanation from her.

Starr’s eyes finally opened again after a long tense silence. Her head tilted is just enough to finally look at that unforgettably sharp jawline. Sweat stuck to his body in a thin sparkling sheet. He mindlessly pushed her dark hair from his face. It was longer than he’d like it, something she would probably have to fix once he remembers who lives behind the mask. She didn’t want to admit how badly she wanted to just reach up and give it a tug. Maybe distract herself from that man who didn’t even want to put a label on what they were with the one who’s patiently waiting for her to do the same. Starr swallowed that back down instead letting her hand trace over one of deeper scars across his leg.

“I can have Duke cover your route.” Bruce’s voice broke the well crafted silence. The soothing motions on her side stopped making her want to press against him.

“No, I’m fine.”

He nodded with some hesitation. It was a losing game to argue with her as stubborn as she was.

“Shower?” He suggested instead.

It was Starr’s turn to nod.

“Together?” Her voice raised up teasing, which was met with the smallest twitch in the corner of the dark knight's mouth.

“Together.” He agreed.

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fractualized · 8 months ago

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Hey Fractualized, how are you?

About the Telltale Joker, how did he get the pale skin and green hair? Since he has a different origin from the comics version.

Do you think that somehow John was one of the victims of Thomas Wayne's illegal experiments or is the origin of John's condition linked to some other villain? (My guess is Hugo Strange) and Telltale didn't have time to explore it.

Sorry for any grammatical errors, English is my second language.

Hey! Bummed the weekend is coming to a close, but there'll be another one soon enough. And no need to apologize!

While I know Telltale's writing happened in a time crunch, I don't think that's why they didn't explore an origin for John. I think they simply chose not to, which is an instinct I applaud.

Across all Jokers, I am a big fan of keeping his past unknown, both for the fun of the possibilities and so that he remains a mystery that Bruce can never solve, yet another reason Joker vexes Batman. In Telltale, where John has his strange coloring before Bruce even meets him, I extend the mystery to the cause. I like the angst of Bruce convincing himself that if he can uncover what happened, it will help John in some way, but he never manages it. Also, Bruce's fixation on solving the mystery bothers John because John's focused on who he's making himself into now, and does Bruce not like that?? Strife!

Though I am attached to the idea that whatever happened to John happened at Ace Chemicals, and even though he doesn't remember it, that's why he's drawn there in both the vigilante and villain paths.

I've seen people propose John was one of Thomas's victims, but I don't think that fits. For one thing, Thomas's crime wasn't really experimenting on people. He was getting people illegally committed to Arkham if they got in his way. Whatever drugs he injected into them, the point was to alter their behavior so they seemed crazy, which legitimized trapping them in the asylum. He may have experimented in terms of changing what drugs he used to see if a new formulation would work better, but those observations weren't the point. The point was to expand his control over Gotham business and politics.

Also, I think the timing is way off. Bruce and John seem about the same age to me, which indicates that John was also a child when Thomas and Martha were murdered. Sure, there's a chance that little John witnessed something that would be bad for Thomas if he testified or went to the newspapers, but I still think he would've been too young to be committed to Arkham (and again I don't think it explains his skin and hair color). Also, while John has amnesia, he knows so much information about Lady Arkham's origins and such in Season 1 that I think he would've figured out if he was connected to Thomas Wayne— and we'd definitely know if that was the case because that would mean John is connected to Bruce, and John would've been over the freaking moon.

If you wanted to tie John's origin to another villain, Hugo Strange would definitely be a better fit than Thomas since he's done some wacky experimentation. Perhaps he was testing chemicals in his youth, and his trials acidified poor John, traumatizing him so badly that it nuked his memory. And then Strange pulled some strings and stowed his failed lab rat away in Arkham (since the place is definitely still corrupt after Thomas dies). But as I said, if I were to write it, this would just be a possibility. It would be a story Bruce put together that make so much sense in theory, but enough pieces are missing or don't fit that he can never be sure. And John's like, "You want me to try to bring back possible memories of being endlessly tortured by a mad scientist?? You okay there, buddy?"

#ask #telltale batman #john doe #my jibber-jabber

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bonetrousled · 8 months ago

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can you talk about why you disliked undertale yellow? never played it or watched a playthrough but i’m very curious!

PREFACING THIS WITH A DISCLAIMER i know it is a passion project and it makes me Feel Bad that my feelings on it r this negative. i do not mean to discredit the years of work anybody put into it and i am So Happy that the general consensus is that people really liked it! i'm glad the team's work paid off. i am also going to be SUPER opinionated. undertale is my biggest interest of all time it has been my special interest for going on Nine Years . i am Wired to have very strong feelings on it . please do NOT take my opinion as a message to Not enjoy it if you do! play it and form an opinion on ur own time

also SPOILERS for the game!

that being said

i will first state the things i Enjoyed

music was phenomenal! it was very fun and atmospheric

artwork was very good! it makes me a little sad that the canon characters we see didn't really get the tlc/polish that all of the original content did, but that's ok!

i like how smarmy flowey was in the no mercy run. it was a little ooc at times but i had a blast (which will sadly become a negative) partly bc of his attitude

i love mo as a character. im going to rescue him from this game i just know it

ok. things that frustrate me from least to most (i will try to keep this brief bc i WILL go on a tangent if left unrestrained)

i wish the main cast had more variety in monster types. body shape, proportions, colors, etc! with how wide the array of the cast is in ut, it's just a little sad that the main cast here all roughly have the same build, height, and aren't really "monstery". lots of the non-main characters (i am including the feisty five in here) have more diverse and visually interesting designs to me and i wish there was just a bit more variety

add-on to the previous point: something abt the fact that dalv just kind of looks like a human Guy who is Purple with Horns makes me irrationally irritated. they could have put a little more of a bat motif in there or Something because the first time i saw him i genuinely didn't think he was supposed to be a monster

some of the fights are NONSENSE BULLSHIT HARD for no reason. some of these have been fixed since release but there were multiple segments that weren't even like. main story character fights that made me want to rip my hair out. additionally the shops are FEW and FAR between. it was a STRUGGLE to get enough healing items 90% of the time and i had to ration them out constantly

i know most were patched out and this is kind of a nitpick but the complete ABUNDANCE of grammatical and spelling errors on release took me out of the flow of things SO much. places that desperately needed a comma that had none, words completely misspelled (outside of punchlines for jokes), things like that. it wouldn't have been such a problem but it happened SO much and really got into the way of making sure dialogue progressed as normal. speaking of

i'm so sorry. half of the dialogue and jokes make me want to shriek and scream in agony. maybe it's just not my cup of tea and nobody is forcing you to have completely toby-fox-accurate jokes in your game but the majority of the jokes made in the pacifist/neutral runs fall completely flat for me. the general dialogue is very fanfic-esque to me in a way ? i do Not know how to describe it. it's not Good. along w that i'm sorry but in my opinion the way they wrote asgore in there is COMPLETELY out of character. i'm going to be so so honest mr king "fuzzy pushover" fluffybuns isn't going to go GET OUT OF MY SIGHT AND NEVER RETURN!!!!! the man got beat up by a child and took her in to train her. like yeah his garden is sentimental or whatever but like. he is such a Nice Guy. he would Not do that

the timeline does not make Any sense. if frisk is the first human to fall in YEARS to the point where everyone is losing hope of ever getting another soul for the barrier and most monsters don't recognize you as a human and let you interact w them freely why in the Fuck are undyne and alphys just like. alive and kicking here. why is alphys doing amalgamate shit already. what is going ON

and finally. the part that makes me the Most Irritated

i cannot fucking stand the story. I AM SORRY

i physically cannot expound on this as much as i want to bc the post is long enough as it is and i'll go on forever but generally speaking

i Do Not Like ceroba. i didn't really feel any connection or anything to any of the other characters in General but her entire deal and everything that surrounds it just makes me So Mad. like ok. i tried to get past the "oh my husband is a super important scientist (but not the royal scientist because that's alphys teehee but still REALLY important) and he's also secretly a boss monster (even though the only boss monsters we see are the Actual Fucking King and Queen of monsters and are the same monster subtype)" shit but like. THEN it's like. oh he's actually making a super secret magic serum that uses essence from a boss monster soul and a human soul (where did he get that. he made this after he was fired from his job. where did he get a human soul from) to give EVERY monster the power of a boss monster so that when we EVENTUALLY get enough souls to get to the surface (could literally be hundreds of years from now) we'll be strong enough to beat the humans (that's why asgore is collecting the souls in the first place. to shatter the barrier and become a god strong enough to beat the humans. that's the Point)

but WUH OH!!!! the serum is actually KILLING him!!!! and he never told his wife! so he leaves a series of tapes behind to tell her abt it after he dies and IN THESE TAPES he's like listen. here's this awesome potion im making. you need a BOSS MONSTER SOUL and a HUMAN SOUL to make it work. our daughter IS a boss monster. BUT. do NOT FUCKING use it on her. ok. DON'T. do that. ok love you (dies) AND FUCKING. her like 6 year old daughter walks in and speaks in a perfect eloquent sentence and says some shit like "we have to carry on daddy's legacy :(" and asks to be injected w the shit that we saw kill her dad SECONDS PRIOR and ceroba is virtually IMMEDIATELY like well ok if the kindergartner says it's fine. AND OF COURSE HER DAUGHTER IMMEDIATELY FALLS DOWN????

and when i tell u the like. WHOLE second half of the game is dedicated to this bullshit nonsense. ceroba has this whole thing where she's trying to kill you because you're pure of heart or whatever and it'll work for the serum or something and after a LONG ASS (stupid incredibly hard for no reason considering SHE IS NOT a boss monster) battle w her she's like ok i'm not gonna do that anymore i give up kill me etc. and in pacifist you're like nah i won't kill u i forgive you Hooray!

and so. right. youve been fighting the ENTIRE TIME. to find the missing kids. to get home. to leave the underground after figuring out what happened. there are only FIVE human souls at this point. having one more will NOT break the barrier. you've been fighting to LIVE this Entire Time. the story must end in clover's death SOMEHOW but literally the driving force here has been survival

clover is literally like ummmm ok well im gonna give up my soul right here right now to add it to the pile. *dies on rooftop ALONE* . the shriek i screamed when this happened was. Astronomical. like. oh yeah everybody let the 9 year old give their life for a civilization that has been trying to kill them this Entire Time. never mind the fact it makes all of the fighting and striving and grueling we did Worthless because clover decides to sacrifice themselves completely out of the player's control. this wouldn't make me AS mad if we had like. a choice like the forgive him/do not asriel thing where we could face asgore and be forced to lose OR sacrifice ourselves but even then it's just. SO silly to me.

i think i get the like. doomed parents sad child dreemurr parallels they were TRYING to go for but it is all so clunky and wonky and. just DOES not work narratively if you think about ANY aspect of it for too long

all of these factors combined made the game a complete and total Slog to get through . it is Not just me i streamed it to a few friends the whole time and the opinion was the Same

HOWEVER.

the no mercy run, completely against what it is MADE to do, was fucking awesome

the passive aggressive comments from flowey the entire time were hilarious. the power trip i got chasing axis was splendid. i didn't have to sit through pages of dialogue that made my eye twitch. i just got to Kill People.

i do Not like the fact that they seemed to think no mercy = Hard Bosses which. isn't really true for undertale ? out of the normal bosses only two are ramped up in difficulty and it thematically makes sense Why. in uty martlet gets multiple fights (including a Bullshit Insane Hard Final Fight), ceroba gets a Bullshit Insane Hard fight w a new mechanic that is introduced out of Nowhere and took me like 6 times to notice that it was even Implemented, and axis gets a tough fight. which is Fine but i do not think it really understood the message of like. the no mercy run is not supposed to be Fun. you are eviscerating this world and everything it has to offer. you're literally Killing the game. it's a tricky thing to balance but all in all No part of it made me feel bad. this could be due to me Already not really caring abt any of the characters but. sigh

also martlet gets really strong at the end bc she injects herself w dt but like. why does she know about that. she does guard stuff Near the Lab but why does she Know about the experiments. the whole point is that nobody Else Knows. where did she get that from. what the fuck

anyway. says that i won't go on for too long. proceeds to go on for too long like some kind of Liar

#ask #turning off rbs because i dont want people to get Angries at me

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ignihydecrap · 1 year ago

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Stuck on the beams

A lil Azul fic

First time writing down one of my ideas so please be gentle

Azul x GN!Mc

Mc works in the lounge

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“I’m going to kill them” you think while laying there, you should have known not to trust the leech duo but you knew if you didn’t do this they would have bullied you about it forever,you look around considering your options, the couch would make an okay landing but you don’t want to risk it. Suddenly you hear the door to Azul’s office open “Finally” you think. You shift your body to see Azul entering his office with a stack of papers, you know he hates being interrupted during his work so you sigh a little knowing you will have to upset him. “Hey Azul mind lending me a hand” you yell from your perch. Azul’s head shoots up to see you laying on the support bean of his roof, both arms hanging off the beam. “How and Why are you up there” Azul asks very puzzled. “Floyd and Jade told me to change the lightbulb in here and then the second I was up here left with the ladder” you explain, cheeks heating up slightly from the embarrassment of falling for such an obvious setup “Mind helping me get down?”. “I think a contract can be drawn up” Azul remarks, normally you would have a snide remark for him about that but considering he is your only option for getting down right now you bit your tongue. “Fine, Ill agree to whatever terms you want when I get down” it was a stupid thing to say but considering you’d been up here for two hours at this point you just really wanted down. “Azul, come stand under the beam” you order. Azul just kinda looks at you funny but still walks over to where you pointed. “I swear if you drop me” you said glaring at him. Azul’s mind was going a mile a minute trying to figure out what that means when suddenly you fling yourself off the beam into his arms. Azul catches you with ease (considering your only 5’3 and a light lil one not that hard) and starts blushing like crazy. One arm is supporting your back and the other has your knees resting on it. Azul is freaking out, his mind is basically saying “Why do they feel so nice in my arms, I want to hold them like this again, I have never appreciated those brothers pranks more”. Eventually you cough and say “You planning on putting me down”. “Right” stutters Azul still shaking from the feeling of you in his arms. You smile at him and say, “I promise that we can make this contract later, but right now I have two eels to superglue to a wall” and with that you bolt out of the room. Azul just stands there thinking of how he needs to convince the leech brothers to pull another stunt like this so he could hold you again.

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Sorry my main mans that prolly sucked but I hoped you enjoyed in some capacity.

Also sorry for any grammatical errors, Im a math person not english.

#azul ashengrotto x yuu #azul ashengrotto #azul x mc #twisted wonderland #azul x y/n #twst jade #jade leech #floyd leech #twst yuu #azul x reader

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alovelyburn · 2 years ago

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Hello Hello!

I have a question for you;

Currently in the Berserk manga, what does the character Griffith feel for Guts?

If you've already answered a question like this, feel free to ignore it!

And I'm sorry if there are any grammatical errors, I'm not fluent in English!

Hey there, thanks for the Ask! No issues with your grammar as far as I can tell.

So this is a good and often debated question. The most mainstream/accepted perspective in the western fandom is that he doesn't have any feelings of his own at all anymore and every emotional reaction he has is down to the MoonKid.

I personally think that as it stands, that's a bit of a stretch for the simple reason that Femto was already unable to make himself hurt Guts directly during the Eclipse. So where did that come from if he has no feelings at all? As bad as it was, the sexual assault on Casca is another point in this direction, because there's no reason for Femto to have done such a thing unless it derived from the twisting and corruption of Griffith's feelings as a human man - it's spiteful petty bitch behavior and Femto is really only ever spiteful and petty with Guts.

The other thing is that... I know I go back to the Japanese fandom vs. Western fandom thing a lot, but I do it for a good reason... much of what I've seen in Japanese discussion of the Moonkid issue suggests that many people think the Moonkid is just a part of Griffith himself anyway rather than an independent individual. Don't know whether that's true, but if so then obviously Griffith's feelings are all his own feelings.

Now all that said, speculation on why Griffith feels what he feels aside, here's my take on what he feels:

Griffith is extremely emotionally suppressed or disconnected. His emotions seem quite blunted at best or entirely absent most of the time at worst. Even so, there's the repeated hint at something there that hasn't faded out yet. It's not as overt as say Griffith's strange fixation with protecting Casca - which is a whole weird thing to itself - but it's powerful enough to keep him from directly hurting Guts in any substantial way. Notably he never really fights back or responds to Guts' violence with the sole exception of one time when he telekinetically pushed Guts away to avoid getting hit. It also results in him, for example, giving Guts long soulful stares from afar when he approaches a city as Guts is leaving it via boat.

Long story short, I think whatever remains of the person Griffith was will always love Guts. This is likely the reason he couldn't kill Guts during the Eclipse, and the reason he never responds to Guts when he attempts to attack. It's also probably the reason he never lets Zodd push their battles beyond a certain point, and the reason he sought Guts out post-reincarnation to test his own frozen heart. But it seems hardcore suppressed, probably all the harder because it was so integral to the reason he chose the Sacrifice to begin with - his feelings for Guts are literally part of what he was trying to escape.

I also think those feelings are probably still in there somewhere - I imagine they may be revisited at some point before the end of the series, or at least they would have been, sob. Who knows about now.

SO UH. Long story short.

-I think at least part of Griffith still loves Guts, but he's disconnected from it and has suppressed it.

-But he continues to act on it even if he doesn't always understand why he does the things he does.

-The Moonkid is probably enhancing those feelings and their effect on Griffith's behavior, but what that means depends on the role Moonkid ends up playing in the narrative.

#ask #generousluminaryblaze #ariel talks about berserk

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writingmadd · 8 months ago

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Hounds of the Isle (chapter two)

A/N- Just a reminder there might/will be some grammatical errors. These footnotes are gonna kill me its such a pain to go back through and put the numbers in the passages.

Chapter One-

brief description- Treko Sincara was brought into this world to do one thing and one thing only, to serve the people of Kala, to protect their land, to serve their God, and to be the best God Hound that their God ever had. After a terrible attack on Kala from the Kingdom of Silver that split the people apart making them flee from their island. It’s Treko’s job to protect their home, and its people, and they failed that job. Their purpose. Knowing their friends and father are still on Kala, they cannot let this failure drag on any more. With their crush, Sunny Atlas, by their side learning how to be a God Hound and miles away from their home. Treko and Sunny are gonna need a miracle to save their home.

Leaning against the door frame into Mr. Aros Mushroom and Wood Shop, Shepherd scratched his neck as he kept one eye on the surrounding woods for enemy knights and an ear to what was being said inside.

“We should go to the other side of Kala, it could be safer.” A mother holding her crying baby yelled.

“Since they attacked our capital that means that they would of attacked our port as well capturing any survivors on the Island.” General Grasive sighed racking his fingers through his hair frustrated. Shepherd shared this frustration with him, no one could have predicted the attack espically the Silver Kingdom using a gaint feral god as a battering ram and a distraction for the God Hound, his daughter, he saw Treko drop into the sea after landing a blow that killed the monster. There was also one of their ships near by, Shepherd hoped that someone saw and they dragged Treko on to the deck. The biggest frustration with this situation was not knowing where his husband or daughter where, he lost so many knights and they have so few with them now, and so many innocent people have died.

“We cannot move until we know that there's a safe place to go, for all we know the whole island is covered in Silver Kingdom knights. Luckily they find no reason to wonder this deep into the swamp so lets use that to our advantage for as long as we can.” Shepherd sighed pushing away from the door frame everyone started murmuring to each other.

“What should we do Champion?” A old man in the back asked, the small woodshop was filled to the brim with people. Some sitting on top of the work tables, display cases, tight corners, and all over the floor. There was a small pathways all around, if the enemy knights suddenly appeared they all would be screwed. A crack from a branch made Shepherd jump as he turned around fast, forming some pockets of air around him into large arrows. Ready for battle. This caused a small commotion behind him and General Grasive appeared next to Shepherd doing the same move through the doorway.

“WOAH!” Joker quickly raised him arms as he came out through the brush. King quickly come out behind him smacking to Jokers back. Shepherd released the pockets of air and Grasive followed suit cussing under his breath, they were his daughters best friends like how him, Niko, and Bara were when they where younger. The young group even decide to reband their old group title naming themselves TF2, The Fucks 2. Both boys are gonna be very helpful for whatever comes next, luckily Treko never allowed them to slack on any type of work.

“I told you to announce yourself before stepping out.” King hissed at Joker, shoving him with his shoulder a bit. Making Joker stumble.

“Sorry Mr Kako.”

“It’s alright Joker, just. Announce yourself next time.” Shepherd sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. Behind him he could hear sighs of relief from inside. He stepped to the side as General Grasive ushered the boys into the store.

“What did you manage to find out boys?”

“They sat up their base in Hull, taking full control of the castle. Half of Hull is destroyed, Nakala’s temple has been badly damaged too an-”

“I’ve been praying to Nakala and I can’t.. I can’t feel her. Its faint but I don’t feel her presences like I did yesterday.” A Monk said aloud cutting off King, which started concerned murmurs.(3)

“We were able to get to the broadcast booth” King spoke loudly cutting over the murmurs. “And got in contact with Umma in Wolfden. She says that the Silver Kingdom knights tried entering Wolfden from Shiphaven but they were able to back them off now they believe that they might go down across the south side of the mountains or push them again. Umma believes that they wont survive another push from them, she said that the first pushed put over half of the knights out of commission. Lady Newlacka is trying everything she can but apparently is unable to draw upon Talla? Whatever that means. ” King said sounding defeated in his report.(4)

“Have the Gods left us?” A child asked.(5)

“I don’t really feel Golrum! Something like this event why would he leave his loyal knights?” A knight cried out.(6)

“What about Queen Laven? Did you see her?” General Grasive asked pushing past the shaken of faith, King turned his attention to the ground and his shoulders slumped. Joker put his hand on King’s shoulder and stepped forward.

“From what we gathered they placed Queen Laven in the castle dungen under heavy surveillance.” Joker reported, Shepherd caught the look of determination in his eyes. The same type of determination that Niko has in his eyes when he was so focused and driven to complete whatever was tossed at him. Shepherd caught himself smiling at Joker. “Um.. There’s also another thing too. We stuck around to the hill side so we could see into the castle courtyard and we say that they tore down Bara’s statue.” Shepherd closed his eyes and grumbled.

“It’s just a statue. A symbol of what Bara stood for thats all.” Shepherd responded and he didn’t look at anyone. Something in side him hated knowing that Bara’s statue was broken but marching there to fight will not help them right now. “Don’t worry King. We’ll get your mother out of there, it will take awhile of course giving our situation but we will get her. She’s a tough woman, I won't be surprised if she gets out on her own.” Shepherd chuckled trying to lift King’s spirit a bit.

“Yeah, your right so what’s the next step?” King asked, Shepherd stood a little straighter and looked over at Grasive.

“We should send a small group over to Wolfden to help the survivors over there and bring them here. It would be safer if we had a larger group and we should start training well over half of these people on how to fight properly.” Shepherd suggested to Grasive, to which Grasive nodded and add.

“I think maybe we should also move to Silver Keep. It’s dangerous there already but the small junior feral gods that come out of that well, will scare the Silver Knights. I heard there was a scholar that was figuring out how to move around the town without the weirdness effecting them. It was a mash of blueberries, horn berries, and mud weed when smeared on the body seems to make the scholar invisable to the feral gods.” Grasive explained, Shepherd looked around the room.

“What do you all think of this? It is scary that Nakala nor the other gods are not responding but the gods never truly intervied in human affairs.(7) We have to take action, we are sitting animals here and we need to keep every resident of Kala safe. Also if we bring the people in Wolfden here there will be absolutely no space in this wood shop. This is our option and I’d rather try this then sit here waiting for the Silver Knights to find us.” Shepherd called out to the group, everyone looked around and back at Shepherd and Grasive.

“We don’t have any other choice.” A man said “We’ll go to Silver Keep.”

“Everyone stay close and stay quiet.” General Grasive ordered, as his group of civilians and knights started their trek to Silver Keep, leaving Shepherd behind with his group. Joker, King, and 3 feral knights on their way to WolfDen.

“Heres the plan, on the way to WolfDen we’re gonna check out the Knight School in Lavender Fields real quick, see whats going on there then we’ll head towards WolfDen gather the surviving group and the injured with us to Sliver Keep.” Shepherd told the group. Each one of them nodded, King and Joker bumped their forearms together.

“Lets go get the survivors Mr. Kako.” Joker stretched his arms and started off towards Lavender fields. As their group of six sticks to the mountain range staying away from the road or any walking trails. As they near to the mountain range, their Gods homes, who already had put a barrier around the mountains to protect them from the feral gods who are now stuck on the mountain. The group noticed that instead of the normal light blue shine to it the barrier was a sickly green, one of the feral knights waked right up to the barrier and touched it.

“The Monk did say he didn’t feel Nakala’s normal presence while praying.” He mumbled, wiping his hand across the barrier.(8)

“Do you think they poisned them?” King asked as he to walked up and started touching the barrier as well.

“How would they poison a god. Can you even do that?” Joker responded and walked up beside King but doesn’t touch the barrier. The three of them started conversing on the matter, on whether or not somehow the Kingdom of Silver made something that broke connections with the gods. Shepherd stood there looking at them, If somehow no one can reach Nakala and this barrier was tempered with. How are we gonna resolve it? Can Treko reach Nakala? Are they conversing where ever Treko and Niko are? Are my husband and daughter okay?(9)

“Um. Guys.. I don’t think the mountain barrier is the only barrier we have to worry about.” The feral knight by Shepherd said. Shepherd turned and looked at the Knight, the Knight was starring up at the cloudy sky with a shaky hand he pointed up. “Between the clouds… theres the same sickly green color.” Shepherd turned his gaze up and focused on the clouds. As the clouds parted in a small part what would have been blue sky was sickly green. A couple of members of the group gasped.

“Did they put a barrier around the island?” King asked quietly, everyone looked at eachother worried.

“Let’s figure that out later, first lets check out the knight school then go help Lady Newlacka and Umma in WolfDen.” Shepherd reminded everyone, and with a last glance in the sky the group started their way to the knight school.

“Holy shit.” The third feral knight hissed out of breathe as him made his way back to the group. Shepherd sitautioned the group ontop of a forested hill through an opening they had a clear shot down at the school, they where able to make their own coverage so the enemies wouldn’t spot them. Harold, the third feral knight, volunteered to go down and scope out the area. Shepherd and the rest of the group stayed ontop of the hill watching covered carriages going in and out of the school.

“Whats going on down there Harold?” Shepherded questioned.

“They are moving weapons somewhere in those carriages and it looked like they helped themselves to everything else too. I think they are looting the whole school!” Harold told the group, he sat behind the fake coverage and took the water skin from the second feral knight.

“Would you say that they are focused on the school. I don’t see any people on guard watch?” Shepherd asked.

“Well there’s people standing watch but no one is patrolling.”

“Good. Let’s head to WolfDen we’ve spent to much time here and on the way back to SilverKeep we are gonna put 2 knights on watch here.” Shepherd helped Joker up to his feet and they all restarted their way to WolfDen.

Footnotes-

(3)-

The blood won't stop. My Gods.

Your cape. Rip a good chunk of cloth off of it and I’ll keep it pressed to her head while we move. That’s how the humans do it, it should work for us.

Okay, just hang in there Sokala okay. Please.

(4)-

Mom are you in here?

Aquatis? Where are the others?

Right beh- They were right behind me. What. I don’t understand?!

Calm down, Aquatis. Where were you 3 heading from we’ll trace the way back. There’s no way they would have gotten lost, Golrum and Sokala know these halls.

We were coming from the library on the south side, we need to hurry! I knew I should have carried Sokala!

What are you talking about?

Sokala got hurt somehow, she was bleeding from her forehead and is unconsious. Both Golrum and I tried to heal it because it wasn’t healing on its own and we couldn’t. Golrum also said that his body was buzzing. Mom what is going on?!

(5)

There they are! Golrum? Golrum, Hey! Sokala….. Okay, both are okay. Aquatis pick Sokala up and I’ll grab Golrum. We’re heading back to my office. Once back I want you to head to your office and grab all your paperwork, all your holder gems, and go through Golrum’s and Sokala’s rooms and grab their holder gems as well. Quickly.

Are we under attack, mom? Golrum was okay before we got to this hallway, what would have knocked him out?

Under attack? Of the sorts, we got to do this quickly and once you grab everything and we are all safe. I promise I will give you my theory of what is going on, Okay.

Okay.

(6)

Did you get everything? Did you search every square foot of your office and Golrums and Sokalas rooms.

Yes mom! All my papers and all the holder gems in the house.

(7)

Good, I changed the piece of cloth that was on Sokala’s forehead with some medical cloth that Treko left behind when they were here last. Golrum… well he’s still breathing and seems stable.

You aren’t able to use your healing powers to heal them?

No. I cannot, I’ve tried to reach out to Sooba as well as Treko but something is blocking it. Can you reach out to… Sunny? That’s her name right?

Yes and no. So what is you theory to what is going on? How can we stop it?

My theory.. Aquatis have you taken a look outside?

No.

Well inbetween the array of clouds theres a nasty looking green color surrounding our entire house. My guess is that the King of The Silver Kingdom figured out a way to imprison the gods but not only the gods. They also figured out a way to imprison an island.

What!

Sil has been warning all the Gods for a while now that, King Mancara was up to something. Everyone thought he was just paranoid and holding a grudge.

How would they even be able to do that? That doesn’t make any sense!

All the Kings of the Silver Kingdom have always had an infinite to go against all laws of nature. With the people they have buried living underground the kingdom it’s not surprising that they would pull a stunt like this.

Okay, so we’re trapped in the house but that doesn’t explain what happened to Golrum or Sokala.

Well. I’m not sure, I feel okay and you feel okay, yeah?

Yeah.

A barrier around our home, Sokala was injured somehow and something affected Golrum to the point that he fainted. Right now we are gonna stay in my office take care of these two and figure out a game plan.

Why did I have to get my papers and all the holder gems?

Just in case someone got in.

(8)

Mom? MOM!

Sokala you’re wake!

We were so worried! What happened?

Careful don’t sit up to fast, you took a blow to the head.

I- Something or someone wacked me. I noticed the green outside and I went to get Golrum to see if he knew what it was. I just walking down the hall then bang. Gods my head is throbbing.

Where was Golrum at this time?

Umm he was in the kitchen.

Then someone is in our house.

Why is Golrum unconscious?

His body was buzzing than he passed out carrying you over to my office.

(9)

Oh.

We’ll wait until his up then we’ll proceed with the plan.

Whats the plan?

Well if it was the green that was doing it then we were planning to escape somehow. If it was someone in our house that caused harm to you and Golrum we are gonna track them down and get them to answer our questions. Whether that be from force or pressausive.

Don’t forget little ones, I am the daughter of The 3 Headed King. I am not taking this attack on my home and Island lightly. I’ll wipe out the entire Silver Kingdom for this disrespect.

What about the innocent people in The Kingdom of Silver?

#houndsoftheisle #writing

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tyonfs · 1 year ago

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Hi Alice 👋

How are you doing? I hope you're great and your days are full of beautiful things. As an amazing writer, your messages and ask box are probably full of texts, so I wish you'd see this message and have the time to answer.

I'm Violet, and I'm a great fan of your work. Although I'm mostly a silent reader and don't interact with your posts, you're one of my favorite witers, and I've read such great works from your page. The reason I'm writing this message is that I wanted to start writing here on tumblr, but I'm lost. The thing is that nowadays, most of NCT's fanfictions on this platform are pure smut without any interesting plot and stories, which get lots of attention too. While I'm scrolling here,usually I don't find anything interesting enough to read and enjoy, something that will spark your interest that you want to read nonstop until you finish that and it occupies your mind for days( I remember those ol' good times I'd read EXO's fanfiction on asianfanfics and such wonderful stories they were...) so that being said, I really wanted to write fanfics on here. Something with a good story and complex plot, not just a smut scene putting together to satisfy our single soul(sigh...) and not to say that whatever I have in mind are great stories or anything, it's just that I really want to share these ideas with other people and write stories for NCT whom are my biggest muse.

But unfortunately, English is not my first language, and the result wouldn't be that good. Also, it takes lots of time from me to try and write in English compared to when I write in my mother language( there's also all grammatical errors too)

So it has discouraged me to start writing on here ever since I had all these stories idea and writing drafts.

And I wanted to ask you whether you could give me some advice on what should I do?

Or whether you think it's a good choice to give my drafts and ideas to some other writers here to write for me?

Sorry for all the mistakes

LYSM 💕 and thank you

hihi there love !! ♡ i hope you’re having a wonderful day/night so far :’) i’m sorry this took so long for me to see omg!! i’ve been so mia from this blog and tumblr itself actually i’ve just realized 🤧

also it’s nice to meet you violet 🥰💗 you have such a pretty name!! also i’m so honored that i’m one of your favorite authors that means so much to me 🥹🥹

oh yes i definitely understand the want to share your works !! i feel like it’s every fic writer’s mindset to write their own story when they can’t find one to read that tailors to every niche interest they’re looking for (ME) 🤭 it’s definitely intimidating tho to share your works online but i think it can be very rewarding !! i would honestly tell you to go for it and post what you wanna write :’) english isn’t my first language either but writing honestly helped me improve a lotttt 🥹 i actually read my old fics the other day when i wrote for anime fandoms/pjo and they were pretty embarrassing to look back on ngl LMFOAJDJF but it’s rlly nice to see how your writing develops and progresses as you grow 💞

proofreading is rlly helpful when you’re writing and there’s plenty of software out there that can help you check grammar and punctuation !! you should try grammarly :’) it’s reeeally easy to just put your fic through grammarly and clear up the errors before you post 🥰 or you can join networks/servers and see if you can ask someone to beta read for you!! it’s definitely intimidating but i think it’s great that you’re already taking the first step to ask what you can do 💗💗 hope the writing goes well love !!

#asks #skynightgalaxy

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macklives · 5 years ago

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session 29 end

oh shit wait, its a new character, never mind. “peregrine mendicant” noice. sounds like a mix between pierogi and pellegrino.

and well, since this splits off, ill stop it there

also bc its midnight on the dot, im tired and probably gonna wake up early tomorrow. not sure ill have enough time to do a liveblog session considering ill be out like practically all day? but sunday for sure :)

bit tired to do a full on analogy of what i saw here as well, bc if i start ranting im pretty sure im going to come up with a whole entire different plot than what homestuck really is.

but ig we got the whole recap of the white/dark kingdoms going on, but this time we know theyre actually planets rather than whatever the fuck i thought they were. which is cool and im guessing wayward/the mayor (which im prob gonna call him now, since peeps on my discord have called him that more than they say wayward. also it sounds cooler and it is what he is) lives there. thats my theory. explains a lot. the hatred, how he knows so much and his whole color scheme in a way? similar to the imps.

we also got a glimpse of daves future which im excited for bc it upholds some cool ass shit i cant wait for ahem cals death. and i really hope GG is sorta soon? eh maybe in the next 100-200 zone.

and yeah

thats all ill say for now bc im just sleepy and my minds not in it, but ill probably explore more on sunday ayy

peace

#homestuck #homestuck liveblog #hs29 #hs29 end #this also means sorry for any grammatical errors in whatever i said #or anything that doesnt make sense #mind = blank #hehe #well it took me 9 minutes to write this bc its not midnight on the dot anymore

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adrienneleclerc · 7 months ago

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A Cinderella Story

Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Y/N, a McLaren mechanic, dances with the prince of Ferrari, at a Rolex masquerade charity ball. Charles has no clue who he danced with and is trying to find the girl of his dreams.

Warning: bad writing I guess, spelling and grammatical errors, inaccurate events

A/N: like i said before, I’m new to F1 so I don’t really know what kind of events go on so bear with me, please. Also, thank you so much for liking my other Charles Leclerc one shots, you have no idea how much it means to me that you like them. Y/N’s relationship with the Lando and Oscar is very much like brother and sister. Y/N is younger, mainly because I’m 21, hope all of y’all are okay with that.

Y/N was talking to Lando about his car after the Monaco Free Practice 1. (As a mechanic, she has her hair up)

“I am almost finished fixing your car, I think there’s something missing but it could be that I’m overthinking. You think you can test it out before FP2? That’s allowed, right?” Y/N asked, fishing her bracelet out of her pocket and putting it back on.

“Yeah I can drive it, 10 laps should be enough, yeah?” Lando asked, putting on his race suit and helmet.

“You’re the best, Lando!” Y/N exclaimed.

“I know.” Lando teased as he got in the car.

After the 10 laps, Lando got out of the car, took his helmet off, tied the suit around his waist, and walked to Y/N.

“The car is good, you worry too much, there is a reason why Zak hired you as a mechanic. Listen, I’m going out with the guys from Quadrant, want to come? I’ll invite Oscar too.” Lando said.

“Yeah sure I’ll come, when?” Y/N asked.

“I was thinking after the second practice, we can hit the showers, change, and go straight to the club.” Lando said.

“Okay, sounds good, I’ll go ask Oscar if he wants to come.” Y/N said, she was clearing her stuff and was on her way to talk to Oscar when she bumped into someone. “Que torpe soy, I'm so sorry.” Y/N apologized without looking.

“My fault, chéri, you alright?” Charles asked, looking at Y/N for signs of discomfort.

“Nah I'm good, thank you.” Y/N said flustered, unbeknownst to her, Oscar saw the whole thing go down and he was holding in his laughter. “Don’t you dare, Australia.” Y/N warned.

“Your crush on Leclerc is so obvious, America, it hurts to watch.” Oscar said between laughs.

“Ha ha, like you weren't like this around Lily?" Y/N asked.

"Yeah, I was nervous, but I definitely wasn't as bad as you." Oscar said.

"Anyway, Lando invited us to go out after FP2 with the quadrant gang, you coming? Please say yes, Lando is probably going to spend all night talking to Max anyway, I can’t be alone.” Y/N practically begged.

“Yeah sure, I’ll go, you need a few drinks to erase what happened with Leclerc.” Oscar said.

“Awesome! So Zak sent an email saying that he has a surprise for us tomorrow, do you have any idea what that might be?" Y/N asked, showing Oscar the email on her phone, Oscar took her phone to read it better.

"I don't know what it could be about. Anything that needs to be fixed in my car or is it good?" Oscar asked.

"it should be fine, i checked everything with Henry and Bryan (other mechanics), nothings wrong. It’s ready for the second free practice." Y/N said.

“Great. You'll be watching, right?" Oscar asked.

"Of course! Need to make sure my papaya boys get fastest lap." Y/N said.

"And your monegasque too." Oscar teased.

"Don't make me hurt you, Australia." Y/N said.

"You love me too much to do that, America." Oscar said, walking.

"Whatever." Y/N replied.

Two hours later, FP2 started, Y/N was watching everything with the rest of the team, eating chips.

“Is that necessary?” Andrea asked.

“You have no idea how much.” Y/N commented.

FP2 went well, Charles Leclerc got fastest lap. Lando and Oscar took off the helmets and balaclavas, tying their suits around their waists.

“Great free practice, sorry you didn’t get fastest lap though.” Y/N said.

“No your not.” Lando commented.

“Bet you were happy when Leclerc got it.” Oscar said.

“Well I can’t say I wasn’t happy.” Y/N said.

“Alright so let’s start getting ready. Will you drive or am I driving you?” Lando asked.

“I carpooled with Henry, drive me?” Y/N asked.

“Yeah sure. Shit, i can’t, gotta pick up Max.” Lando said.

“I’ll drive you.” Oscar offered.

“Thanks, Australia.” Y/N said. “Now both of you hit the showers, y’all are sweaty.” Y/N said.

After the boys showered, they changed, Y/N changed into something more club appropriate and let her hair down.

Y/N walked to Oscar’s car.

“What took you so long?” Oscar asked.

“Im a girl, guys can wear a shirt and jeans and everyone will freak out, if I wear the same thing, I get told I look crusty.” Y/N said.

“But you just had that outfit with you?” Oscar asked.

“If I learned anything from watching Crazy Rich Asians, you should always have a clubbing outfit and a cocktail outfit with you at all time.” Y/N said, getting into the passenger seat of Oscar’s car. “Lando sent you the address right?”

“Yeah, let’s go.” Oscar said. He started the car, they listened to music and talked until they got to the club. They got in, Y/N said hello to everyone with a kiss on the cheek because that’s how her mom raised her. She sat at their booth and Y/N spotted Charles at the bar.

“Bro, Charles is here.” Y/N said, patting Oscar’s arm.

“And? You gonna do something or observe from afar like you always do?” Oscar asked.

“Well…” Y/N started but she saw a woman approach Charles. “I don’t want to interrupt his scintillating conversation.”

“I Don’t understand, you talk to Lando and I just fine.” Oscar commented.

“I was nervous around you guys too, don’t lie. I just got used to y’all, but I never had a crush this huge before, I’ve never been in a relationship, had a first date, or even a first kiss, I’m very inexperienced, okay?” Y/N admitted (guilty).

“So you’re just going to be pining away for him?” Oscar asked,

“Yep.” Y/N said.

The table ordered drinks, designated drivers get 2 drinks max. The night was fun, Lando got to deejay again, Carlos was also there so he joined their group. Since they had free practice 3 tomorrow, they needed to rest up. Oscar dropped Y/N off at her apartment, she changed, washed her face, put on a silk bonnet to protect her hair, and went to sleep.

The next morning, Y/N had her hair in two French braids and wearing her favorite bracelet. She drove to the the track and walked to the Lando’s garage.

“Are you as tired as I look?” Y/N asked.

“No, I feel fine, really.” Lando said,

“Lucky, i had trouble sleeping.” Y/N said. Lando was going to say something else when Zak came into the garage.

“Alright, I have an announcement to make. As you know, F1 is partners with Rolex, so we are invited to Rolex’s masquerade charity ball. It will be on Sunday after the Grand Prix. It starts at 8, it gives you plenty of time to get ready after the race and podium interviews.” Zak said. Everyone was excited.

“Would you give me money to buy a dress? And shoes?” Y/N whispered to Lando.

“I’ll tell you what, I’ll go shopping with you.” Lando whispered back.

“This is why I love you.” Y/N teased. Zak walked towards Y/N and Lando went to talk to Oscar.

"Y/N, I need you in the McLaren Technology Centre on Monday." Zak said.

"Really? For what?" Y/N asked.

“For mechanical stuff. We’re planning on creating a new McLaren, you like the creative process, and I still need Henry and Bryan here if we have anything major to fix after the Grand Prix. I already got your ticket, first class too. Don’t miss your flight.” Zak said.

“Of course, I won’t.” Y/N said. Zak gave Y/N her ticket and she started checking the information. Her flight leaves at 3am. “Wait, isn’t this flight a little soon?”

“I know, but I need as many people working on the new McLaren as possible. You’ll only be there for 4 days, then you can relax in Monaco before we go to Canada.” Zak said and he walked away. Lands came back with Oscar and saw Y/N’s worried face.

“Whats wrong, America?” Oscar asked.

“If i go to the Rolex ball thing, I would have to leave before midnight so I have time to change and go to airport in Nice. Oh shit, I have to pack my luggage.” Y/N said.

“Can’t you just skip the ball?” Landon asked.

“Dude, when am I ever going to get invited to theses kind of events? I’m going and you’re taking me shopping.” Y/N said, pointing at Lando.

“Fine, but we’re getting food after. You think we can do it after qualifying?” Lando asked.

“I guess, but you’re calling the store, they know you.” Y/N said. “How do y’all feel about this race?” Y/N asked the boys.

“Max is definitely winning, but hopefully we’ll get on the podium.” Oscar said.

“I believe in you guys, really.” Y/N said before hugging them.

“But you also want Leclerc on the podium.” Oscar said.

“I’m just a girl, leave me alone.” Y/N said,

FP3 and Quali went by fast, no accidents. Max got pole, Charles P2, Oscar P3. During the break between FP3 and Quali, Y/N tried fixing up her Jeep Wrangler Sahara, with Zak’s okay so, of course. Lando texted Y/N the address to the shop and she drove there, parking right next to Lando.

“Alright, love, let’s get you that dress.” Lands said, guiding Y/N into the store with his hand on her lower back. “Hello, we’re looking for an evening dress for her.” Lando told the sales associate.

“Of course, all these dresses right here should be in your size, we have a selection of heels that would go well with these dresses as well.” The sales associate, Ana, said.

“Do you have any dresses in pastel blue?” Y/N asked. Ana started looking through the rack and pulled out a dress that she thought Y/N might like.

“Here you go. Because this dress has a slit, I recommend some tall high heels to elongate your legs. I prefer the platform ones like these.” Ana said, showing Y/N the heels. “Here is a dressing room, I’ll be right outside if you need help zipping it up, okay?” Ana said, handing Y/N the dress and heels.

“Thank you so much.” Y/N said, stepping into the dressing room and getting changed. She got the dress on and sat in the chair to put on the heels. After she strapped on the heels, she tries zipping up the dress, but can’t make it to the top. “Ana, I need help.” Y/N said. Ana pulled the curtain and helped Y/N zip the dress.

“You look beautiful.” Ana said. Y/N walked out of the dressing room, and she looked at Lando, who was on his phone, he looked up and his jaw dropped.

“Wow Y/N, you look great. You’ll be the most beautiful girl there.” Lando said, getting up to get a closer look. He made the motion to have Y/N twirl and she did.

“Not bad for a mechanic, right?” Y/N joked.

“Not bad at all. We’ll take it.” Lando said.

“I’ll change and we’ll be on our way.” Y/N said. Lando unzipped the dress, stopping right above her waist and Y/N unzipped the rest already in the dressing room. She changed, putting the dress on the hanger and the heels in its box, she got out and gave the things to Lando so he could pay.

After paying Lando handed Y/N her things and they walked outside to their cars.

“Thanks again for buy it.” Y/N said.

“Yeah of course. Where do you want to eat though? I’m starving.” Lands said.

“You pick.” Y/N said.

“If you say so.” Lando said. “Just follow me.” Lando got into his car, Y/N got in hers, and she followed Lando to Graziella, an Italian restaurant.

They were seated, Lando had beef tagliata with Gorgonzola sauce and French fries, Y/N had penne alla carbonara (I looked up the restaurant menu to be as accurate as possible). When they finished eating, they went to the parking lot to get their cars.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” Lando said goodbye, they hugged before driving off to their apartments.

When arriving to her apartment, Y/N started playing music as she packed for a four day trip. She hung her dress right in front of her closet. She finished packing, had a late night snack, and went to bed.

Tonight’s the night, after the Grand Prix with Max P1, Charles P2, and Lando P3, Y/N was getting ready, putting on her dress, her shoes, styling her hair down, and putting on her bracelet. Everything looked good, her luggage was already in her car. She drove to the venue where the ball was taking place, gave her name to the people in charge, and Y/N was given a masquerade mask.

(Choose whichever dress you like better)

Y/N walked in and all eyes were on her. She began fiddling with her bracelet until two guys approached her.

“America, you look great.” Oscar said.

“Thanks, Australia, Lando showed you the picture he took yesterday huh?” Y/N asked.

“He did.” Oscar said.

“I had to show you off. I don’t see you with your hair down that often, you know.” Lando said.

“I’m a mechanic, can’t have my hair in my face.” Y/N commented. “I’m gonna get a drink, okay, I’ll be right back,” Y/N said, she walked to the drink table to get herself some champagne and another guy walked up to her.

“You made quite the entrance, you know. You Commanded the attention of everyone in the room.” The guy spoke, his voice seemed familiar to Y/N but almost everyone in Monaco has a similar voice.

“Why thank you, kind sir.” Y/N feigned an English accent as she curtsied.

“Do you go to these events often?” The guy asked, also sipping champagne,

“Not really, it’s technically a work thing, but this is my first time going to a charity ball.” Y/N replied to the mask stranger. His eyes a beautiful shade of blue-green, his eyes feel so familiar to her, why the hell can’t she figure out who this guy is.

“I’m here for work as well.” The guy replied. They kept talking until a slow song started playing. “Care to dance, chéri?” The guy extended his hand to Y/N

“I’d love to.” Y/N said, taking his hand to dance.

“Baby blue is actually one of my favorite colors.” The guys admitted.

“It’s mine too. I love all shades of blue, but pastel blue is just beautiful.” Y/N said. “So since you’re here for work, what do you do? I’m a mechanic.”

“You’re definitely the prettiest mechanic I ever saw. I’m a driver.” The guys replied. What’s going on in Y/N’s mind is that he’s a driver and has a French accent, it could be Pierre, but he’s with Kika. She’s hoping it’s Charles but she doesn’t want to get disappointed either.

“Thank you, that’s cool that you’re a driver.” Y/N said.

They talked and danced some more, it was all going well until the clock chimed, saying it was 11:55pm.

“Listen, Frenchy, it’s been fun, but I gotta go,” Y/N said, pulling away from him.

“I’m not French, I’m monegasque.” The guy said, the confirmed Y/N’s suspicions. He took off the mask.

“Charles.” Y/N said.

“Yes, I’m Charles Leclerc, what’s your name?” Charles asked, Y/N heard the clock chime again.

“I’m sorry, I really have to go.” Y/N said, she exits the hall and puts the mask on the table before running out the the parking lot to get into her car to drive to her apartment. Charles chased after her but she saw her car leaving. He looked on the ground and he saw the bracelet that she was wearing on the floor.

“I will find out who you are.” Charles said, placing the bracelet in his suit pocket.

Y/N made it to her apartment, parked her car, went upstairs, got changed, and went downstairs to her car but it won’t start.

“Hijo de la chingada, this can’t be happening to me.” Y/N said. She got her luggage out of her car and order an Uber to nice airport,

The car arrived and dropped her off at the airport, she was on time for her flight, everything was good, but Y/N noticed her bracelet was missing.

“Ah, for fucks sake.” Y/N exclaimed as she waited in the terminal for them to call her flight.

Meanwhile Charles got into his Ferrari and drove back to his apartment. When he was home with his dog Leo, he was looking at Instagram to see if anyone posting from the event was the girl he danced with.

"What do you think, Leo? Am i going crazy?" Charles asked the blonde dachshund on his lap. He gets no answer. "Okay, maybe a little, but I had a wonderful time with her."

Charles decided to do the reasonable thing and posted a photo of the charm bracelet he found with the caption "Does this belong to you? Found on the floor of (venue) on May 26th. Contact me if this bracelet is yours." Charles turned off his phone and decided to go to sleep.

The next day, Y/N got off the plane, she turned off the airplane mode on her phone, and that's when she started recieving calls from Lando, she answered.

"Dude, what is wrong with you? I just got off the plane, who died?" Y/N asked, confused why she had so many texts and missed calls from Lando and Oscar.

"Charles posted a photo of your charm bracelet last night. You fucking danced with Charles and you didn't tell me or Oscar? We're happy for you." Lando said. "You should tell him its yours."

"No way, I know i told him i was a mechanic last night, but he is definitely expecting someone as beautiful as Kika, he would totally be disappointed if he finds out it was me." Y/N said, getting an Uber to drive her to the hotel Zak also booked for her.

"You are beautiful, Y/N, honestly, if we weren't friends, i would have flirted with you everyday until you gave me a chance." Lando said.

"Thank you but i can't help but feel how i feel. I gott go, I'm heading to my hotel then i'll go to McLaren, talk to you later." Y/N said.

The four days Y/N was in Woking, Charles was answering DMs of women claiming it was their bracelet. He would follow up with the questions "What do you do for work?" and "What color was your dress?" No one has answered those two questions correctly. Charles was starting to think it was a lost cause and he would never find her. He decided to go out with Pierre and Kika and he brought Leo with him.

"Still haven't found her, Charlie?" Pierre asked.

"No! It has been four days, everyone in my DMs who is claiming the bracelet is not her." Charles said.

"Charles, do you even know this girl's name?" Kika asked.

"I don't, i just have her bracelet and there is no indication of a name or anything that could be useful." Charles said.

"I'm sorry, Charles." Kika said, rubbing his arm.

"I felt we had a connection, even if she did call me frenchy." Charles said.

"Well there isn't a way to shorten 'monegasque' you know." Pierre said.

"Yes, I am aware." Charles said.

It was now the Canadian Grand Prix, Y/N flew with Lando and Oscar obviously. When they landed, they went to their hotel rooms, to leave their stuff and went to the hotel restaurant to order some food. Y/N had her hair down becasue she was not risking a ponytail headache. She was sitting with Oscar while Lando was talking to Carlos. Charles came downstairs and he spotted Y/N with her hair down. It looked remarkably similar to the girl he danced with. She saw Lando with Carlos so he sat right next to Lando.

"Hey Lando, quick question, did Y/N attend the Rolex thing?" Charles asked.

"She did, yeah, why?" Lando asked the monegasque.

"Does this happen to be her bracelet?" Charles asked, pulling out the bracelet from his pants pocket.

"Okay, why are you carrying that around?" Lando asked curiously.

"Just answer the question, Lando." Charles said.

"yes, yes, thats her bracelet." Lando admitted.

It all made sense, Charles started thinking about the first time he met Y/N and she called him 'Frenchy'.

It was Y/N's first day in the paddock and she walked into Charles's garage by accident. She was looking around and she bumped into him, Charles exclaimed something in French.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry, frenchy, I'm just a little lost." Y/N said.

"First, I am not French, i am monegasque." Charles said.

"Oh my god, you're Charles Leclerc! Sorry, I'm Y/N, I'm looking for the McLaren garage." Y/N said, holding her hand out for Charles to shake, which he did.

"Its on the other side actually. So why are you here?" Charles asked.

"Oh, I am McLaren's new mechanic." Y/N said.

"Nice to meet you, I'll walk you to McLaren." Charles said.

Charles had a tiny crush on her since that day but Y/N hardly spoke to him so he thought she didn't like him. He wlaked over to the table where Y/N was with Oscar.

"Y/N, can i talk to you for a second?" Charles asked. Y/N looked at Oscar.

"I'm gonna sit with Logan." Oscar said, getting up. Charles took his seat.

"I think this is yours." Charles said, showing Y/n the bracelet.

"Are you disappointed to find out that i was the girl you danced with?" Y/N asked, too shy to look at him. Charles lift her chin with his finger so she could look in his eyes.

"Why would i be disappointed? I don't know if you noticed, amour, but I've like you since you came into my garage by accident." Charles admitted. "Were you disappointed to find out you danced with me? Is that why you rushed out so quickly?"

"No, of course not! I had to go to Woking for some McLaren business and my flight was at 3am so I had to leave to change and have time to go to the airport in Nice. I was so shocked that it was you though, like i was dancing with my celebrity crush the whole night." Y/N said.

"Good to hear I'm your celebrity crush. Let's get this bracelet on." Charles said, opening the bracelet, Y/N held out her wrist, and Charles successfully secured the bracelet on her wrist. "That's better."

"It is. Thank you for finding it, I would have died if i lost it." Y/N said.

"It's no problem. So i was wondering if you would like to go on a date with me, we could go after FP2." Charles suggests.

"I would like that a lot." Y/N said.

"Perfect. Is it alright if i kissed you? I've been imagining this moment for months." Charles said.

"Go ahead." Y/N said. Charles moved her hair behind he ear and kissed her softly. They pulled away. "That was way better than my dreams."

"You dream about kissing me, mon ange?" Charles teasingly asked.

"You imagined kissing me too." Y/N said.

"True, I'm glad i don't have to imagine it anymore though." Charles said, wrapping his arm around Y/N's shoulders as they looked over the menu.

The End

Hope y’all liked it! Was it too long? I thought it was okay

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evilspiritsgoneloose · 3 years ago

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HIII OMG I HONESTLY DIDNT EXPECT YOU TO ANSWER MY REQUEST ILY <3 (Im posting from my alt acc because I foror my password from my other one 💀) ANYWAYS

i Have another request >:)

how about the syndicate (gn!reader is a part of them) reacting to the reader telling them that they are the child of Badboyhalo and was once a badlander (Reader is usally really quie)

i could imagine them being like 👁👄👁 (maybe techno gets suspicious or smth) but you hate the egg for what its done to you and youre friends/family.

[I ASPIRE to be ur fav requester, luv u]

OMG never thought you would be back :D Thank you for your request. It was challenging to write it, but I like Challenges. I hope you like what I've written <3 Sorry that It took so long. The beginning is a bit lame but it gets better :D Stay Hydrated ^^

I'm so Sorry

(Syndicate x Badlands!Reader)

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!Warning! Sadness, Family Chaos, Grammatical Errors (please just oversee them, if there are there)

Character Mentioned Philza, Technoblade, Niki, Ranboo, Sapnap, BadBoyHalo

Summary The Syndicate has to do something against the egg, but family makes things hard for you.

Word Count 1438

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Legs over the side. Head leaning on the back. Listening to Niki. You both sat in the syndicate room and held a nice conversation about whatever comes to your mind. Techno called in a meeting, but it starts in a few hours. Niki and you were best friends, but time was rare since she lived in the SMP and you had your house near Techno, Phil, and Ranboo.

You once lived in the SMP and also New L'manberg. As your home got blown up, Philza felt pity and kind of adopted you with the Enderboy.

Now you have a lovely house inside the little hill above Ranboo.

Because of all the talking, both of you lost track of time. The hidden door opened and Techno and Phil entered the room. Apollo rushed over to you and Niki to get some attention.

You smiled at the white dog and gave him your full attention until Philza chimed in, "we're starting the meeting. Come on and sit straight Y/n"

You did as he told you, as well as Niki. Techno closed the stasis chamber of Ranboo. Within a second he teleported to the Syndicate room, "Thanks man" He said before sitting down.

As all the members sat down, Techno opened the meeting. "Thank you all for coming and so on. The reason why we are all here now is because of the Eggpire" He sighed "Puffy and I thought we could handle it... well, things got out of control"

The pig looked over at you, "Y/n, any ideas? You usually have great ones"

You did a little brainstorming for like a minute and then came up with an idea. "Well, maybe we could check up there ourselves first and talk with them. Maybe there are willing to cooperate and negotiate"

Techno kept looking at you with squinted eyes, "Uhh… Talking to people" He sighed, "Y/n you can do the talking. You're the best in it. Meetings over. Let's head to the Eggpire"

You five stood up simultaneously and headed back to the surface.

After arriving at the SMP, immediately you get greeted by Sapnap. He was just taking a stroll around the lands but got stuck at the portal due to some fishy propaganda.

"Oh hey Guys" He says casually. He then noticed you in the crowd, and suspicion rose inside him. He knew you live with them now, but he never saw you with them nor being in their group.

You pushed yourself to the frontline and then walked over to the fiery boy. "Hey Sapnap, How's going? Hope you're doing well. Just out of curiosity... What do you think about the egg?" You spoke real fast, almost unable for Sapnap to understand. Almost.

"Uh... The Egg? I hate it. Ever since it's been there, my dad hasn't been the same"

"Nice. Very nice" you stopped for a second and thought about what you said, "I mean it's not nice ou... YOUR dad is different. It's nice that you think this way" Again you let it sound bad "Not that you would like your dad to be different. I mean... I should really stop talking"

Sapnap nods, "But I get what you are trying to say" You look behind you for a brief second. Techno looked at you with a questioned look on his face. You felt a shiver run down your spine. Why are you so nervous?

You quickly linked your arm onto Sapnap and dragged him over to the community house, "Come on friends, let's head over to the Eggpire"

All the Syndicate now were wary of your discomfort. Technoblade first headed over to you and stopped you from walking. "Are you sure you want to go?" he sounded worried.

You just laughed it off. It was clearly a nervous laugh. "Yeah, everything's fine. It's our mission, remember" You smiled, "Nothing to worry about" The last sentence sounded like you were saying it to yourself.

Techno couldn't stop you, and the other didn't know what to do either. You were always cheerful and happy around them. Seeing you with discomfort and a slight hint of fear made them somewhat sad. Especially Niki and Phil.

All the way, you clung onto Sapnap. No one knew why, but he seemed to be a calming person in your life. At least someone can calm you a little now. Sapnap also looked like he was used to it.

The 6 of you arrived at the crimson red room where the egg was located. You hoped for BadBoyHalo to not be there, but also to be there. The Egg definitely made your life worse.

You let go of Sapnap and walked over to the Egg. Techno and Phil followed you close behind. As you just stood a few meters away from the Egg, you could hear it screaming at you. Trying to lure you in by granting you what you truly wish for. But you know for 100% it can't give you this wish.

Just then, a black-white demon appears. "Y/n?! Oh my... Good to see you again, dear" He wanted to give you a hug, but stops at the sight of Technoblade "Why is HE here?"

"Bad" You called him "We have to talk" "o-oh. Never a good way to start a conversation, Also when did you stop calling me dad"

You signed and closed your eyes. The feeling of many eyes staring stabbed your back. All of them are shocked to the core. You tried to ignore it.

You looked back into the white eyes of Bad "I stopped ever since this thing possessed you"

"Y/n, Dear, You know I'm still your father right" Bad smiled at you "You're not my father anymore. You may talk like him, you may look like him, and you may have the same voice, But my father would do everything for his family and not neglect it"

You could feel tears building up. Bad felt your heartbreak and also felt sadness. But he couldn't understand why you don't see the good side of the egg "I am me, come back to me" he mentioned with a happy voice.

You tried to talk to him many times before and it never worked out. Somehow you still had hoped he could be his old self again.

A tear slid down your cheek. Your Brother, Sapnap, walked over and pulled you away from the scene. He looked back to Bad and said "She's right. You're not our father anymore" And so the both of you left. You could still hear Phil arguing with Bad before getting back to the surface.

Just seconds after, Niki and Ranboo followed.

Niki opened her arms for you, "Come here, let's cuddle" You gladly accepted her cuddle invitation. Ranboo also chimed in with his long arms. Nearly picking up Niki and you.

Sapnap just watched the cuddling in front of him. You held your hand over to him asking if he wants to join. He declined with a head shake, but no was not an option. You grabbed him by his shirt and dragged him over. First, he attempted to free himself but gave up as Niki and you hold onto him tightly.

You all stood there for a good 5 minutes. You stopped because Technoblade and a stomping Phil came back.

Technoblade looked neutral as ever, but Phil clearly was a bit sour. He looked at you "Feel free to call me Dadza as much as you want. That's it... I'm adopting again"

A light smile and laugh escaped from you. You may not have your original family besides Sapnap, but you had a second family, and you were very glad to have them.

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Years have passed. The actions of the Egg have died down because of Sam and you still lived with the majority of the syndicate.

Today you were just playing in the snow with Technos polar bears and dogs.

"Y/n. Do you mind coming over for a second" Phil called you over with a little package in his hands.

You hushed over to him. "What's the matter?" He said nothing and handed you over the package.

On the cardboard stood that it was from the badlands. You were suspicious but opened it anyway.

In it was a black banner with a red heart on it. A smile crept onto your lips. Then you spotted a letter underneath the fabric.

It had your name written on it and due to the handwriting, you knew it was from Bad.

As you opened the letter, three words were seen immediately.

"I'm so sorry"

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zorosq · 3 years ago

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frenemies ; roronoa zoro

↻ fluff, slight angst (if you squint), mutual pining, cussing, slow burn, grammatical error

↻ pairing ↬ zoro x fem!reader!

anonymous asked: Hii, I saw your requests are open so I wanted to ask if you could write a short story about Zoro who is in love with Mihawk's daughter and when they meet again after the time skip, he introduces her to his crew. She's a cool and badass swordswoman like her dad and they spend the last two years fighting each other.

Thank you so much. ❤️

a/n i didn’t really write the fight scene in detail bcs i suck at it. but i do hope you enjoy reading this as much as i enjoy writing it <3 i didn’t mean for this to be so long, but it somehow did...

“shit, they’re so persistent,” zoro cursed under his breath as he kept fighting the marines. a familiar figure came into his view, stopping his actions altogether. “y/n?! what the fuck are you doing here?!”

you ignored his question and continued to fight off the marines. “just go if you don’t want to get left behind,”

he nodded and ran off to the direction of his ship. ‘all you have to do is say goodbye... and leave,’ which is what you had promised your father. of course, you would love to follow him. but then again, it’d be embarrassing for you to do so since the two of you had formed some sort of frenemies relationship.

“can i come with?” you asked the warlord. “why?”

“i- i just want to say goodbye to him. might not see him again in the future,” you replied. “it’s dangerous,” he answered. “i’m not a kid, you know?”

sighing in defeat, he finally agreed to let you come with him to bid zoro goodbye. that was your intention. “don’t stay too long, the marines might get to you if you did. especially after helping him to leave,”

you exchanged a glance with perona, which she nodded and take over the fight to let you go and see zoro.

as zoro finally landed on the sunny, his thoughts trailed back to you. what were you doing here? were you here to help him? or were you just here by chance? but that would be impossible considering how you had known where his meeting place would be.

but then his eyes catches yours. you were standing on the hill, a gentle smile on your face as if you were saying good luck to him. he would have just accepted your smile and go on with his journey if it wasn’t for the marines that had finally caught up to the straw hats.

his face hardened. before luffy could ask him his reasons for the hard face, he leapt off the ship and on land to help you fighting the marines. he knew your capabilities.

it just won’t sit him well if he had to leave without knowing if you’re going to be okay. it was stupid of him. he know that. but he couldn’t help it.

“what are you doing back here?! i gave you the chance to leave!” you scolded. “i don’t want to be save by a woman,”

“i’m not doing this for you! i just happened to admire your captain and would love to help him escape!” you lied. you could hear him grunt before suddenly picking you up and jumping back onto the ship.

“why the fuck did you take me with you?! you should know by now that mihawk would kill you for kidnapping me!” you snapped at him. you could see your surroundings going dark as the ship continues to submerge underwater.

“whatever. i’ll just fight him back then,”

you couldn’t ignore your surrounding any longer when you felt the obvious staring at the two of you. “so... are you going to introduce us with her or no?” usopp butts in.

he sighed. “this is y/n... well, just y/n,”

“wait... you look kinda familiar...” nami spoke up. then she gasps loudly. “you’re... mihawk...? but female?” luffy suddenly said. you burst out laughing at his comment. “i’m his daughter,”

you ignored their cook’s compliments... and also zoro’s intense stare at the cook. finally realizing the situation that you’re in, you let out a tired sigh. “now how am i supposed to go home?”

“sorry,” the green haired male apologized, barely above a whisper. “why are you here anyway?” he suddenly asked, eyes meeting yours. you quickly avoid his gaze, looking elsewhere but him. “uh... i just... wanted to say goodbye,”

“oh,”

“oh?! what the fuck does that supposed to mean?! you’re so bad with woman, no wonder they don’t like you,” sanji commented. you could see his eyebrow twitch in annoyance. “as if you’re any better,” zoro shot back. and cue to them fighting.

as the excitement finally died down, zoro turn his attention back to you. “anyway... you can stay here till we decide to move onto the next island,”

“yeah, stay with us!” luffy said enthusiastically.

seeing the others also invited you to stay with them with open arms, you agreed to do so. ‘just until they leave for the next island’. that’s what you told yourself.

and so, your short journey started eventfully with the straw hats. everything went by so fast, yet you were already attached with the whole crew. even you and zoro had become closer.

close enough that you would consider him a friend. “it’s funny to thin of it... we used to fight each other all the time...” you said, reminiscing the old memory with him by your side. and booze.

he chuckled. you sat in a comfortable silent, enjoying each other’s present. “when are you leaving?”

“i... soon. i think. dad’s probably gonna come get me,” you answered. “stay with us,” your head whipped around to look at him. but he was staring out at the see. a sadness was hint in his eye.

you didn’t answer him this time. instead, you just enjoy the time that you had left.

the day you were going to say goodbye finally comes. it was in the middle of nowhere. and your father had come to pick you up by following your vivre card. just by the look in your father’s eyes, you could tell that he was rather angry about the fact that zoro had ‘kidnapped’ you.

“roronoa,” he called out. just from the tone of his voice, anger was seeping from it. before anything could turn into bloodshed, you greeted your father by hugging him which he gratefully returned.

you turn around to face the green-haired before pulling him into a hug. “good luck...” you whispered in his ear before pulling away.

not long after, their ship was already far away. getting smaller and smaller. you knew that there were something unspoken between the two of you. but maybe when you could see him again, you’d be able to say it all. but for now, you’ll just say goodbye.

see you soon...

a/n i might write a part two if you guys want :)

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just-someone-who-likes-to-write · 3 years ago

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(Requested by @justasimplesinner : hey, so i saw you're taking requests for sionis and after watching the movie i got a few ideas in my head. for starters, maybe a little angst where roman has absolutely nothing against hooking up with other people but gets furious whenever the reader even mentions wanting to pursue someone else? you can end it however you like, whether it be in a big quarrel or a declaration of love or whatever comes to your mind! also, hope you have a good day darl!)

(A/N): Hey dear, and I am sorry for not getting to your request sooner, the story was honestly a bit challenging for me because, first, this is my very FIRST Roman Sionis story, and about a toxic relationship no less which means a lot of drama, I wrote drama and angst before but never like this!...Anyway, I hope you and the others enjoy this one.

Warning: Cheating, Toxic relationship, Toxic jealousy, Angst, a bit degradation, and possibly grammatic errors.

Word Count: 9.355

"(Y/n) You are up in ten!"

You just let out a hum of an acknowledgment as you were too busy looking through your phone to care, the woman just closed the door to leave you to make the final preparations. With a sigh, you let go of your phone and face the mirror adding the last touches to your makeup before wearing your dress. That's when someone knocked on your door but they didn't wait for your response as it was flung open.

"There is my beautiful songbird!"

An ecstatic booming voice called and you turned to face him with a smile of your own.

"Roman."

You greeted with a delighted sigh as you outstretched your hand for him, he took it and started kissing from the back of your hand, along your arm, until he reached your neck, which he gave special attention to causing you to moan slightly at the pleasant feeling. You stopped him when he tried to connect your lips together by placing your hand over his mouth earning puppy dog eyes from him, silently begging you to let him have a taste.

"I'm sorry, Love." You said with a chuckle. "I worked hard on his makeup and I don’t want it ruined…At least… Not yet."

You said with a seductive smile before removing your hand and giving a small peck on his lips. Roman let out a groan of annoyance to have to wait until later tonight to have you for himself. He wrapped his arms around your waist bringing close so your bodies pressed against each other.

"Promise?" He asked with a grin of his own.

"If you behaved yourself." You added placing your hand on his shoulders showing him that you didn't want to go any further.

Roman just let a frustrated sigh before reluctantly letting you finish your preparations. The moment the door closed the smile on your face vanished as you looked at it with disappointment, Hoping that Roman understood the hidden meaning behind what you just said.

You remember when you came to audition to be the new singer at the Black Mask Club, the person who was in charge of organizing the auditions have warned you and the others that Roman was not easy to please that no matter how high you would be treated, you could get shot and killed by him because of a simple thing as a bad mood or even a bad joke. That enough made most of the competition leave but you and few others stayed because you needed the money and Roman paid very well aside from the other perks of being his new singer. As expected, he was there to observe the performances, Roman watched in boredom as each one gave there are a few who he stopped and told them to beat it because they sang a song he didn't like, which confirmed words told to you about his temper.

When your turn came you felt a shiver run down by his stare, his piercing blue eyes felt as if they looking right through you. But you did your best to shake the nervousness away and concentrated on the audition as you remembered all the piled-up bills and evictions notice as motivation. Halfway through the song, Roman Sionis stopped you by clapping excitedly and declaring you the new songbird of The Black Mask Club, not even wanting to listen to the ones after you.

Your life took a great turn after that, Roman gave you around 5K to sort your life and make yourself look appropriate for the club aesthetics. You paid up the bills you owe, but moved from your crappy apartment and got a new one that had better security, which was needed if you live in Gotham City. You went on a shopping spree for the first time in your life where you didn't have to worry about money as much. Roman was excited by your new appearance saying how he knew that you were a true beauty underneath all the rags you were wearing. You didn't know if you should feel insulted or flattered, but in Roman's case being "Disrespectful" is not an option so you just thanked him.

Then the flirting started.

He would personally introduce you to the audience, showering you with praise as if you were a Goddess who had the humility to grace everyone with her voice. And for those who didn't cheer or clap for you before and after your performance, he'd passively threaten them for their arrogance. In your previous jobs, you'd just come, perform, take your drink for the night and leave, But Roman wouldn't let you slip easily. He'd demand you join him after EVERY performance of yours where you'd share a drink followed by more flirting from him. From how he flirts with other women you suspected that it was just his nature, you were proven wrong when unlike those women he did not ignore you after.

Roman would ask you to join him for lunch or dinner on your days off, then it escalated to shopping together, which despite your embarrassment couldn't refuse in fear of "upsetting" him. However, during your time together you dare say found charm beneath all the "Crazy", which lead to the two of you sharing a heated night together. You thought after taking what he wanted from you that he would stop but it was the opposite. In fact, He seemed to be even more infatuated by you. He started to spend all his free time with you. When you are in the club for rehearsals he'd cut it short to have a drink with you, on your days off he'd call you to join him for lunch, dinner, and even shopping sprees, which you couldn't refuse because he was already outside waiting for you in the car. In the days when he was too busy to be with you, he'd send Zsasz to follow you around and makes sure you were "protected". You found that out one night as you made your way back home, a thief threatened you with a knife before he could even speak his demands Zsasz came out of nowhere and knocked him unconscious, that same night you were brought back to the club instead of your home where Roman welcomed you with worried expression asking if you were alright, how you were safe now, followed by colorful words of the misfortune soul that dared to harm you let alone be near you. It took a could of weeks to convince Roman to let you go back home. Not that you hated his lavish home, the food that was prepared by a personal top chief, or the daily luxurious gifts, but because the special treatment was overwhelming that you feared you'd get used to it, that it was a matter of time before Roman replaces you, but the more time passed the more you thought otherwise, you even started to consider moving in completely.

Until you saw a girl with a dress that was too short set beside Roman being too touchy with him, and she wasn't the only one as the table he sat on had other 3 women setting there laughing with him.

When you were on stage the lights were on your eyes so you couldn't see Roman unless he came close enough, and when you were done his table was empty with Roman and your favorite drink, so you truly believed that during your performances he would just sit there, watching you and waiting patiently.

How wrong you were.

When you confronted him about this and how it made you feel, he went through this rant on how you were his one and only, that you were a goddess walking on earth, how all the other women are nothing compared to you, and the passion he showed as he spoke those words assured you that they were just slip up, that he will stop… But it didn't happen.

You saw women leave from the penthouse as you enter when you wanted to surprise Roman. You told the Gaffer to not direct as much light as he usually did, and that allowed you to see clearly how women sat on his lap, touching his chest, and most importantly kissing him. To say you felt rage was an understatement, sadness, betrayal, heartbreak, you wanted nothing more than to march there and yank that woman from around him before giving him a piece of your mind. However, You still loved Sionis a feeling you realized when you blamed the woman instead of him, and because of that, you want to give him a second chance to redeem himself.

You acted more possessive of him, made it obvious how you didn't like women around him, you even agreed to move in with him, believing that you not being around more is one of the reasons why he keeps being with other women, you gave him all your attention physically, mentally and emotionally. Only being forced to leave when you have to do rehearsals. And tonight you were going to test if everything you did had an effect on him.

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You made your way through the hallways behind you followed a few women who Roman hired to make sure all your needs were met before the show. When you reached the end you saw him waiting for you, as usual, he fixed his black jacket with the golden pattern before turning to you with a smile.

"There is my gorgeous songbird!" He exclaimed as he made his way to you and took your hand to has. "Let me see all of you."

He said as he lifted your hand and started twirling you so that the dress you wore flew slightly from around you. Roman let out a howl of delight as he continued to sing praises of you. The moment was cut short when a man came in to remind you that time is running out, which triggers Roman who took a water bottle that one of the girls was carrying and threw it at him.

"I DECIDE WHEN TO START OR NOT!" He yelled at the poor soul and everyone around them who flinched at his voice. "Why is it so hard for people to get it that I make the rules of when, how, and how!"

He may be sounded a bit calmer but you knew the rage in him was greater, so you wrapped your arms to his and pressed your body to his, and when he turned to you, he was met with your adoring smile that always seemed to calm him a bit.

"Baby, don't get mad." You pleaded. "He probably didn't notice us, besides we will have all the alone time."

"if the night went well." You thought to yourself.

Sionis calmed or at least stopped for you as he secured your arm to his before escorting you to the stage. People were cheering and clapping for both of you who waved to them with a smile. Your lover gave your hand a kiss before letting go and going to the mic to present you. As you usual, we gave a small show as he introduced you to the audience, by now, you would be looking at only him being drunk by the praise he showered you with, but tonight your focus was at his regular seat. You could already see few women standing around as if waiting to take the chance to sneak in, but you shrugged the creeping feeling of rage and jealousy and told yourself that you Roman would brush them off, that this man who treated you as if you were his world wouldn't betray you… again. At least not after you made it obvious how wounded it makes you feel.

When Roman was about to leave he kissed your cheek, then leaned into your ear.

"Sing for only me." He whispered before kissing your hand again and leaving the stage, telling everyone to go through another round of applause to you.

You took a deep breath and started singing. During the song, you kept your eyes on your boyfriend who did his routine of greeting customers and making sure everyone was having fun, he did flirt here and there with few women but never went far from complementing their dress of appearances only. And as you started in the next song Roman stood in the middle of the room staring at you with such adoration in his eyes that made butterflies in your stomach and the smile on your face to never leave. Roman hen lifted up his glass to you and motioned for his table, silently telling you that he will be waiting and you nodded confirming that you understood. You only needed to sing three more songs and you can then spend time with him. As he walked away you noted how he went to set on the booth seats that were on the side and out of your eyes sight, you frowned lightly at that but assured yourself that maybe it was just business he needed to take care of since he doesn't like to make business in front of everyone. So you focused on your performance.

As you were singing the song before the last, you noticed a beautiful woman disappear in the same booth Roman was in, which made a frown appear on your face, almost forgetting that you were in the middle of a song. Your heartbeat fast from the anxiety you felt, mind trying to convince you that it wasn't what you thought and so to continued your song. When you finished you signaled the DJ that you won't sing the last song and that he should put something else, and without saying goodbyes or thanks you exited the stage to peak at your lover, hoping that those women were just there to entertain a mob boss, one of Gotham major criminals who sometimes came like Harley, a potential business partner of Roman, a simple drunken customer, ANYONE than your lover.

Your heart dropped as you froze in your place, fighting back tears as you saw some woman grinding up against Roman while another was making out with him.

Crying, screaming in rage, running away, punching someone, Those are all actions your body urged you to commit to relife some of what you felt. But you fought it.

Because this meant to act on the last resource you have, in order to redeem Roman in your eyes.

Turning around you made your way to the bar where you took a seat and pretended you didn't see the look of confusion that the bartenders had as they did a double-take on who was sitting in front of them. it only took a simple look and a raised brow for them to hurry around and prepare your regular drink. Usually, when you did occupy a seat in the bar, mostly because Roman is at a business meeting, the bartenders would leave you alone and only come every now and then to make sure if you needed anything else. Tonight, however, was going to be different.

You looked up to the person who brought your drink.

"Thank you so much." You said with such a sweet smile and voice that the poor bartender was speechless.

"Y.. You're welcome, ma'am." He stuttered and despite the various lights in the club, you could see a blush creep across his cheek. "If … uh.. you need anything please don't hesitate to ask."

"I've never seen you before…" You asked in fake curiosity. "Are you new?"

"Oh.. Uh.. I..I am!" the young man asked flustered and unsure as his eyes darted around to his colleague for silent help, probably was already told to keep his distance from you, of who you were.

"Oh don't worry I'm not gonna bite." You said with a sweet giggle to ease his tension, which seemed to work.

"I'm sorry Ma'am.." He said with a small smile as he stepped closer that he could place his hand on the counter. "I'm just afraid of offending you in any way."

"A lot seem to think that way of me." You said with fake sadness, you placed your hand above him, which startled the young boy. Then smiled. "I promise I'm fun."

The young man chuckled nervously, you laughed charmingly as if assuring him that it was normal. From the corner of your eye, you could already see Zsasz leaning in to whisper in Roman's ear, probably telling him about you but you ignored them as you continued to chatter away with the bartender, your hand above his, even when you caught gleams of your boyfriend making his way to you, you continued to converse.

"Darling!"

Roman called as he stood behind you, his right arm wrapped around your waist then slightly tightening his hold on your hip. With his other hand, he forced you to look up to him so he could press your lips together into a heated kiss, which he growled after because you didn't kiss him back as passionately. His eyes caught your hand that was still holding the boy's, he didn't waste time and snatched it so it would be his hand that was connected to yours, but you didn't hold him back, your hand limp in his, and it angers Roman further.

"W..W…Would you like any-" The poor bartender tried to keep a professional façade but Roman cut him.

"What the fuck are you doing still standing here!" He screamed at him making him and a few around him jump in fear. "Can't you see and my girlfriend want to be alone, get the fuck out of my way!... You know what? You are fucking fired! Get the fuck out of my club!"

The boy slipped and fell as he tried to scramble away, shocked by the sudden harsh words thrown at him and still processing the fact he was fired. You sighed and tried to move away from Roman's hold but he kept you in place forcing your body to press into his.

"What are you think you are doing, Sweetheart?" He whispered into your ears with such venom in his voice.

You pulled away enough so your eyes met his blue ones, matching the anger he held against you. How dare he be angry, at what you were doing, at the poor boy, at YOU!

"I was about to ask you the same thing, Baby." You replied matching his tone, before glancing at the booth he was in and seeing the women are still in there.

Roman followed your stare and you thought he was going to understand, that he will apologize, that he will start with his series of promising, and praises, how you were his one and only. But your hope was too great.

"Is this all?" He replied with a roll of his eyes as if it was too ridiculous.

Shocked by his words, you forced yourself from his hold and made your way through the dance floor to the elevator that leads to the penthouse, ignoring Roman's calls to you. Unfortunately, As you entered Zsasz held his hand against the elevator door stopping it from closing so Roman could follow you in. You shoot the Mad man a glare, which he returned with a grin. When Roman finally reached your Zsasz removed his hand and Roman slammed the button for the penthouse.

"What is wrong with you all of a sudden?!" Roman demanded and you glared at him.

"What's wrong with me?!... What's wrong with YOU!" You shoot back struggling to stay calm.

"What's that suppose to me?"

"Oh, I think you know well what I mean!"

When the doors opened you didn't waste time to exit the elevator but before you could go far Roman held your wrest, stopping you in place.

"Stop running away and just tell me what is wrong with you!" Roman demanded and you complied.

"What is wrong is the obvious hypocrisy you are showing!" You said finally, you yanked your hand from his hold. "You couldn’t stand me even laughing talking to another man, yet you allow yourself to be surrounded, touched, and even sleep with whores."

"I told you a million times that they are nothing." He tried to reason with a sweet voice. "Those women are just flings while you are my most precious-"

"Spare me the bullshit!" You cut him off, earning a shocked look since it was the first time you cursed at him. You took a deep breath to try and calm yourself.

"Have you no consideration for my feelings?" You started. "I can handle you flirting with other women because I know it's in your nature, but kissing other women let alone sleeping with them is too much!... I don't care if they were a one-time thing, how you'd return to me baring expensive gifts as a silent apology for what you did, I want you to be mine and mine alone, just how I am yours!"

"How do you think I feel when I hug you and smell another woman's perfume on you, or finding lips stains when I do the laundry when I try to make us a special time but instead you are off between some bitch's legs!... FOR FUCK'S SAKE, You were making out with one while the other was grinding against your crotch, IN THE MIDDLE OF MY PERFORMANCE!

"THAT'S HOW IT IS!" Roman screamed back his hair disheveled. "I am Roman fucking Sionis, I do whatever the fuck I want and if I want to fuck a bitch then I would, the only reason you are still here is because I liked you enough to want to keep you around, even sleeping in the same bed as I am, let alone living with me, You should be grateful that I still have a desire for you after so long together. I can bring any other bitch here as you call them and she would think herself in heaven with this arrangement."

Your eyes widened with shock by his words, and some tears probably escaped your eyes as Roman's demeanor quickly changed from an angry to a bit regretful. He moved when you choked on a sob and turned your back on him trying your best to hide the rest of your tears which were pouring freely against your cheeks. When he pressed his front against your back, wrapping his arms around you in order to comfort you, you felt angry with yourself because despite what just happened deep down his hug did comfort you.

"Please don't cry, babe." He said in a calming voice before burying his nose in the crook of your neck. And you would have allowed him to comfort you further if the next words didn't escape his mouth.

"You don't need to worry your little head about those other women, because you'd always be my special princess."

Those words, those same cursed words that he'd tell you over and over and over again every time you caught him with another woman. Those same words you foolishly believed, because no princess should be treated like this.

"You are right, I shouldn't worry about other women." You said nonchalantly, which pleased him since you could feel his smile against your skin.

"I knew you'd see reason-"

Before he could finish his sentence and go any further you pulled yourself from him and turned around. You probably looked unpleasant to him since your mascara was running down your cheek because of your tears but you didn't care.

"You are right, I shouldn't worry about other women…" You repeated, much to his confusion. "Because I won't be one of yours anymore."

You finally said before walking past him to your shared room, got a bag from under the bed that you were afraid to use, and started filling up with only the clothes you moved in with. Roman probably was in shock at what you said because it took him a while to process it and join you in your-… was shared room.

"What do you think you are doing?" He asked.

"I'm leaving." You answered not bothering to look at him. Roman laughed as if you just told the best joke ever.

"You are leaving me?" He asked and you ignored him still collected your personal belongings, which irritated him. "Nobody fucking leaves Sionis!"

"Lucky me, I'll be the first." You responded sarcastically.

Not able to control his anger, Roman marched forward and slammed the closet shut before you could retrieve anymore things, and looked you in the eyes.

"This is our last chance you knock some sense into your head." He said with a forced smile. "I am the best thing that ever happened in your miserable life, you were living in a run-down apartment before I plugged you out and made you the woman you are today, if you leave now you will be nothing again, do you really want that."

You knew Roman, you were with him long enough to know that he is manipulative, and likes to play with people's head, and right now he is trying to do to you just that, but you also knew, as you looked into his eyes, that it was last desperate attempt of his to make you stay. But you won't let him.

"That's where you are wrong, Sionis." You addressed him by his last name, which you knew he hated. "I was this same woman a long time before I met you, just because you dressed me up in some designer doesn't mean you made me the woman I am today."

You forced his hand away from the closet so you can continue to take the rest of your clothes. Roman's eyes widened at your words, but the shock quickly morphed into anger.

"FINE! You want to go, then GO!" He screamed as he made his way to the door. "And you better not still be here when I come back, begging me to take you, because I'll be back with all the bitches who are ready to take your place."

When you heard the elevator doors close you allowed yourself to break into ugly sobs.

---

It has been a month since you broke up with Roman.

When you woke up in your apartment after that night you grimaced, hoping that it was just a bad dream that you would wake up being wrapped in Roman's arms as he refused to let you go, and checking your phone seeing no new messages didn't make it better. You stayed in bed crying as you remembered the last words he told you, how he was surrounded by women as he wanted, completely taking his mind off you. In the first week, you refused to get out of bed only leaving when needed to use the bathroom, or eat which consisted of junk food and fast food.

Then the anger began, it was focused on Roman at first, calling him many names and curses to your empty apartment, it didn't take long for that anger to be directed towards yourself, blaming yourself to be blinded by love and allowing him to hurt you.

After that came the "What if…" and "If only…".

"What if I didn't try and get him back for cheating?"

"If only I have been more open-minded I could have seen things from his perspective and understood more."

"What If I just continued to look the other way?"

"If only I didn't act too hasty, we wouldn't have broken up."

"What if I contacted text and then-"

You held your tongue before you finished that sentence realizing how low you are ready to act because of your overwhelming emotions. Crawling back to him as he said apparently, but you would never give him that satisfaction.

It took a couple of days but you finally forced yourself to take the first few steps to recovery. You took a shower, did your hair, wore nice clothes, and went out grocery shopping so you don't continue surviving on Icecream and chips. You made your first real meal in weeks and as you sat there eating alone you realized that the feeling of wanting to crawl back to bed and do nothing was starting to grow again and to keep it at bay you continued to busy yourself. Cleaning your apartment, washing old clothes, even buying a newspaper to find a new job suited to your liking, you can't continue on the money you had saved up all this time, and you found one at a small club who accepted you almost immediately because the co-owner recognized you from the Black Mask club. Thankfully they didn’t know about your relationship with Roman so when asked why did she leave? you lied saying how the atmosphere was no longer to your liking, which they understood since Black Mask club is famous but mostly for the bad things, especially the owner.

You were finally getting your life on track slowly forgetting about Roman or at least not thinking about him as much. Until you came home one day to find a delivery man holding a very big bouquet of colorful and beautiful flowers, you were in awe by them until the delivery man pulled you out of your thoughts.

"Excuse me, are you Miss (Y/n) (L/n)?" He asked with a smile.

"Yes I am, can I help you?" You asked confused.

"These are for you." He said presenting the flowers to you.

Your eyes widened in shock, looking at the man then to the flowers then back to him, believing maybe he was wrong, he resited your address assuring you they were for you, and you were about to take them but stopped and decided to ask more questions.

"Who is this from?" You asked casually.

"Uhh.. I don't know Miss, all I know is that my boss looked frantic as she hurried to put these together." He answered with a shrug. "She even told me to make sure no rose or even a petal was out of place."

That made your eyes narrow in suspicion, you reached out to the folded card from the plastic stick and opened it.

"Let's talk~"

They were simply two words, yet the rage and dread they filled you were unmeasurable. It doesn't take a genius to know who sent these flowers. One question echoed in your head as you looked down at the card.

How dare he!

After all this time of no contact and probably taking his fill of all the women he wanted, he dares now to contact you and wants to talk? He didn't even add anything like an apology or say something that would convince you to talk to him again, for fuck's sake he didn't even ask you if he could talk with you, he Ordered it, which fueled your anger further. Despite the overwhelming emotions you felt, you suppressed them down and put the card back, and smiled at the poor delivery man who will probably have to deal with what you will say next.

"I'm sorry that you had to carry those and bring them all the way here…" You said in the most polite tone you can muster. "But I will have to ask you to send those back to your boss, a matter of fact, why not send them the person who asked them to be delivered and tell him to shove it where the sun doesn't shine. Hmm~"

The delivery man was shocked with what you just said as he stared at you walk past him to your apartment and before you closed the door said.

"Make sure it's in cursive."

You would be lying if you said it was the end of it because you knew well that it was only the beginning of the next few weeks of hell.

Not a day went by without Roman sending you some form of a gift to persuade you to contact him since you blocked him after finding your job. At first, it was small things, like a big flowers bouquet that would have made any girl's heart and lavish fancy chocolates, which you sent back every time demanding they never come back again. However, apparently when you told them to "Not come back" Roman must have misunderstood your order as in the gifts not being enough because next thing you know instead of flowers and chocolates the gifts escalated to designer shoes, bags, dresses, and even expensive jewelry. You had to deal with the shocked looks of delivery men and women who always ask "Are you sure?" which translates to "Are you crazy, lady?!"

It all came to an end when someone knocked on your door one day and saw a man standing at the door his hands behind his back as he smiled at you, he didn't look like a delivery guy so you didn’t slam the door on his face.

"Can I help you?" You asked confused.

"Are you miss (Y/n) (L/n)?" Your stomach dropped when he asked you that because you knew where this was going.

"Yes?" At your answer, the man pulled out a sheet of paper and held a pen for you.

"The payment and other paper works are already done, I just need your signature down here." He said still smiling as if you didn't have the look of pure worry.

"Signature for what?" You asked afraid of the answer.

"For your new care, of course." He answered as if it was obvious.

"WHAT!?"

You ignored the man at the door and ran to the window of your apartment and down there you could see it barking in front of your building was an expensive-looking (F/c) car. It was bringing too much attention as people started to gather around it to admire it since no one saw in this area saw such care before.

You had enough.

You pulled out your phone and unblocked Roman's number before calling him, it only took one ringing for him to quickly answer.

"Baby!"

He greeted from the other side with obvious excitement, hearing his voice again brought back emotions you thought you had forgotten, you found yourself shocking back sobs, holding your hand against your mouth to suppress any sound from reaching Roman. You realized that despite what he had done you still missed the bastard, how you didn't truly get over your feelings just ignored them. you wanted to tell him, how you still missed him, that you still loved him, that you wanted to see him, but before you could do any of that, he opened his mouth too soon.

"Speechless from my latest gift?" He asked. "I must say you put up quite the challenge but I knew, in the end, you'll get back to me, because you will always be my sweet princess~"

His choice of words, the way he said them, his slight mockery behind his tone as if he had won a game, the way he not-so-supply said you belonged to him. The same way he made the feelings of love crash back he also brought the hate and anger along with them.

"I am not your princess." You finally said.

"Of course you are, you are my darling-"

"Shut up!" You screamed at the phone, and it worked since the other line grew silent, which was unusual for Sionis, but you didn't care at the moment,

"You tricked me, manipulated me, had no regard for my feelings as you stomped over my heart over and over again as if it was ok to treat the one you claim to love to ho…horribly."

You cursed at yourself as your voice cracked at the last word but you still continued not wanting to give him a chance to talk.

"I know you've never really seen the dynamics of any sort of healthy relationship in your life, whether it was from your parents or past lovers but surely even you should know that this is not the way that people are treated."

You took a deep breath to calm your nerves having finally said what was on your mind for a long time.

"I don't know if you truly loved me or just liked the idea of what I am supposed to be for you but let me tell you this simple thing…" You paused before continuing.

"You are not supposed to hurt those you love… and you hurt me, Roman"

With those final words, you hang up the phone but this time you didn't bother to block his number not that he called immediately as you expected. Your turned around and saw that the man was already gone and he had the decency to close the door behind him, probably heard your conversation and got the memo of what is going on. You made sure the front door is locked, glanced from the window, and saw the new car drive away, probably back to Roman.

You then went to your room where you threw yourself on the bed and cried yourself to sleep.

---

A loud knock startled you awake, causing you to look around the room frantically, another loud knock made let out an exhausted sigh. Checking your phone you saw that it was almost midnight and you groaned in annoyance when the banging became louder.

"ALRIGHT I'M COMING!!"

You shouted at whoever was knocking, having no desire to be civil, and that seemed to make them stop as you took your time to splash some water on your face after seeing how puffy and red your eyes are, then wore a robe to hid your ruffled clothes, and tried to put your messy her down. You tried to peak from the peephole on who it was considering how late it is, but you met with darkness, you couldn’t see anything. Even though you changed apartments you still lived in Gotham, which had a crime on every corner, so making sure your chain lock was secured you slowly opened the and you wished you didn't because standing there is none other than Zsasz. He grinned at you showing his few gold teeth.

"Long time no see, Little birdy." He greeted in his usual unsettling way. You scrunched your nose at him.

"What do you want?" You shoot back trying to stay calm. "I already told Roman that we are done or are you here to threaten me?"

Now the grin of Zsasz'a face flattened and he sighed tiredly and looked around thinking as if he was having inner conflict on what he should say or do next. His silence was not good, you were already preparing to slam the door shut and lock it if he dared to push and attack you, already calculating the distance from the front door to the kitchen where your knives rested in the second drawer. You broke from your thoughts when he spoke again.

"Can I at least come in?" He asked in bord fashion.

"No, You cannot, and now goodbye!" You deadpanned before attempting to shut the door but Zsasz was quicker as he only needed to slam his hand on the door and push back to stop you, which was easy his he was way stronger, which is a fact you sometimes forget because of how he looked.

"Can you at least listen to me!" He almost yelled.

"I don't want to hear what Roman has to say or offer, I am done with him!" You shouted back still trying to close the door with all your body.

"Sionis didn't send me!" He finally said, making you freeze and stop pushing to peak at the righthand man again. "I came here alone, Roman doesn't know I'm here… he'd probably kill me if he did."

When you saw no hint of a lie, you closed the door again only to unlock the chain so you may open the door wide open. Seeing the door open Zsasz attempted to enter but you stopped him.

"I still don't trust you enough to let you in, so say what you want from where you stand." You said nonchalantly but must have been funny to him because he laughed.

"You know I could just push you in while smothering any scream that may come out from your pretty little mouth and slit your throat and leave before anyone notices." He said it as if it was obvious.

"Alright, goodbye." You replied at you held the door to close it in his face.

"Whoa!... I was jocking calm down there." He said quickly as he held his hand up. "We maybe didn't talk much but I thought you might have known me better by now."

"Say what you want already Zsasz, I have no need to stand here long, so talk." You said with crossed hand being impatient or more anxious to listen to what he has to say.

"Return to Roman." He said in the most serious way you had ever heard him.

You rolled your eyes at his demand as you grunted and held the door to slam it to his face in anger. but again he stopped you.

"At least talk to him!" He tried but you wouldn't listen as you tried to close the door, which wouldn't budge.

"I already told did this afternoon and made it clear that I don't want him back!"

"But he wants you back!"

"After he took his fill of other women!"

"He stopped even touching other women after he realized you were gone for good!" Zsasz finally said, causing you to stare at him in disbelief.

"What?"

Zsasz then proceeded to tell you what had happened after Roman left you in that room. Apparently, an hour later Roman came back wanting to reconcile with you, thinking you were still there, but when he saw that you were true to your word and left with your personal belongings Roman went into a fit of rage and began to break and destroy everything, which Zsasz calmed down after he pointed out that most of your dresses and other belongings were still in the room, meaning you will return. And with that conclusion, Roman Continued with his life, if you excluded his grumbling on how you will regret leaving, and that he can't wait for when you come back crawling to him apologizing for your behavior, which he would accept, because as he said you were his special girl.

He hired a few men to keep tabs on you and update him on your life, as he continued to surround himself with women, but after sleeping with a few Roman lost the desire for sex, which coincidentally was around the same time you finally left your apartment. Zsasz told you of how Roman held a photo of heading to the grocery store and during that Roman came to the realization that the clothes you left behind not because you were planning to come back but because those dresses, perfumes, jewelry, were all things that roman bought for you after you moved in together. That night Roman Closed the Black Mask Club not wanting to interact with anyone or bother with the news, he even made Zsasz leave him alone for a few days but when the club returned Roman didn't socialize and even went to another location to escape the noise.

When Roman learned of your new job he went on a rampage, breaking and tearing your old things in retaliation against you. He returned to the club being more enthusiastic than before, everyone thought Roman was just being himself but Zsasz knew him better than anyone, and he knew that Roman was just trying to prove that he didn't need you, that he can return to his old life as if nothing changed. He drank, he danced, he joked, but one thing he didn't do. And that is return with a woman or multiple as he is used to. he did try to force himself into sleeping with another woman, but they all failed as each woman ran out of the room in fear when they said or did something that triggered Roman's temper, which was already unstable.

However, despite how obvious Roman missed you deeply he refused to apologize and admit that he was in the wrong so he got the brilliant idea of luring you back to him. With every gift he sent, threatening the people who delivered them to you to be all smiling and polite to you. When you continued to refuse the flowers he thought bigger and started sending you other things that he personally handpicked for you, trusting no one to know what you might like and deserve. But nothing worked for you continued to send back everything he gave, Roman thought it was just a game, that you were playing hard to get to teach him some kind of a lesson, refusing any other reason of why you were rejecting his affection.

One of the henchmen who were assigned to follow to your job and back started to complain loudly about how tiring it was and questioned how could you do it with heels. That is when Roman got the "brilliant" idea of buying you a car, which Zsasz tried to talk him out of it but he wouldn't listen and bought the car sending the employee with the necessary papers to your home, where all you needed to do is sign and the car is all yours. He faked confidence as he boasted on how it would work this time and when you called he hurried to answer hiding the nervousness he felt.

He put you on speaker so Zsasz heard everything.

"The moment you hang up the phone Roman was unusually calm as he kicked me out of his office." Said Zsasz with a shrug as he avoided your eyes. "But I knew your words hit him in places because he refused to eat drink or anything for that matter, and honestly I don't want him to return to that state again."

You looked at your hands unsure of what to think or feel because you were longing for your lover. You longed to see Roman again, longed to hold him in your arms, longed to comfort him and assure him that you still loved him. But the doubt in your tried to talk you against those actions, telling you that he hadn't really changed, that he will treat you badly again, or worst.

"And why are you telling me all this?" You asked not looking at Zsasz.

"I want my old boss back" He almost exclaimed. "Killing people ain't the same without him pulling the strings."

You raised a brow at his reply, seeing that is not of a good reason and Zsasz saw that. He sighed in defeat before continuing.

"And it's pain in the ass to see him moping around like that because he lost the only person who ever truly loved him, or whatever."

Your mind was struggling to decide what to do next. You still loved Roman that is a fact to decided to accept a while ago, but the doubt and fear of still being treated the same as if nothing had changed was also still there. You buried your face in your hands with a tired sigh. A pause of silence filled the room and you would have thanked Zsasz for being patient with you if it wasn't for his foot bouncing and sighing boredly in a loud manner, making it obvious that he was impatient and you didn't need that now.

"Give me a week to think this over." You finally said since this is a serious decision. That you needed time for.

It was clear from his frown that this wasn't the answer he was waiting for but it was good enough as he turned to leave your home, not asking any further questions. You closed the door and went to your room laying in bed all night with no sleep trying to think of your next move.

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Roman laid back on a black chaise lounge sofa, wearing his crimson silk pajamas with black patterns that he has been wearing for a week now after he spoke to you. He had fallen into depression a long time ago after you were gone, his stubble scruffy beard was proof of that since he was known to be kept well-groomed, but it was only when you told him off did it hit him, refusing to meet people, escaped his penthouse on the club for so peace and quiet but it only made it worst because even in his second home did he not escape the happy memories he made with you here. The mob boss would have been surviving on only alcohol if it wasn't for Zsasz who forced him to eat at least a sandwich but the scotch didn't leave his side.

He wished time would go back.

He wished he had treated you better, he wished he had listened to your complaints instead of trying to silence you with gifts, he wished he had slapped every woman's hand off him with they approached, he wished he had shut his mouth that night instead of shouting those hurtful words at you, he wished… he wished… and he wished. But none of his wishes came true because he knew he didn't deserve any of them.

He blamed whatever entity was controlling his fate for the loss of you, since he was born his life was one heartbreak after the other. His family never loved him, as they only saw him as a pawn that will assure their rich life, when he thought he finally found love with Cersei, his ex-fiance who he killed his parents to be with, but then left him right after the moment he lost control over his family's company that he worked for like a dog from the bottom to the top, to the Wayne family. Then you came, after years of killing, drug dealing, kidnapping, torturing, NEVER truly trusting someone, you came along and it's as if you gave him a new reason to keep going.

And how did he treat such a glorious gift?... by chasing after any other woman like a dog and never giving her the respect she deserves.

Those thoughts made him groan in anger as he grabbed the scotch bottle and threw it across the room causing it to shatter across the wall, not caring that he has stained his wall and hardwood floor. Roman just buried his face in his hands as he did his best to suppress a scream as your words echoed in his head.

A knock on the door pulled him out of his thought but he didn't move or respond. He heard the door slightly open.

"Morning boss." Said Zsasz from across the room. Roman just groaned in response. "I thought you'd be up by now, I told you that there is an important meeting you needed to get ready for."

"And I told you, to tell them to Fuck off!" replied Roman in anger.

"Are you sure about that?" Asked Zsasz casually. "This one might not come again."

"I DON'T GIVE A FU-"

Roman got up to yell at Zsasz but he stopped in mid-sentence when he saw you standing right that behind him, a look of disbelief across your face, but Roman didn't care about that, He was too busy trying to remember is he took in kind of hallucination drug because he did not believe that you were standing truly here.

"Roman…"

You called softly making him almost fall to the floor as he tried to approach you. He came so slowly as he was afraid you'd run away, or even disappear. He was horribly confused but you were there and nothing else mattered to him. He carfully reached out to hold you hand, which you allowed, causing to show a weak smile of delight, happy to find out that you weren't an illusion or trick of his already sick mind.

"You… You are really here." He said as he looked at you but the smile was quickly gone and replaced with worry. "Why are you here?... I thought you weren't comning back, do you need anything? Did something happen?"

He looked at Zsasz and narrowed his eyes at him before looking back to you.

"… were you threatened to come here?"

He squeezed your hand which made you flinch because it had been a long time but poor Roman mistook it for fear as he quickly let you go.

"I'm sorry!" He said quickly, which amazed you.

"Did you just apologize?" You said in an awkward attempt tp tease him and lighten up the mood, since Roman never said sorry to any horrible thing he had let alone to a small thing such as squeezing your hand.

"I did."

Roman didn't share you amusment as he frowned to the ground in shame, forgetting all pride that ruined him before. At the moment, Zsasz decided to leave you two together, whether it was to give you privacy or he simply didn't like to see his boos to vunrable, you didn't care as you focused on your broken lover. He finally looked at you, his percing blue eyes, which you only saw glow with joy and anger, never saw it so sad.

"I want to apologize Baby-… I mean (Y/n)." He quicklt fixed himself remembering how you lashed at him the last time he called you that. "I want to apologize for cheating and betraying your trust."

You blincked at him for a moment. "It's okay."

"No…It's isn't." Roman growled softly. "I cheated, didn't acknowledge your feelings, thought I could still keep you like one of my things, I even kicked you out instead of admitting to my mistakes!"

"And it is okay!" You assured, before reaching out to cup Roman's face in your hands, which seemed to calm him down as he relished the feeling of your touch.

"Roman..." You called making him look at you again but never leaving your hold. "I can see that you have more than learned your lesson, because if I didn't mean more to you than your one-night-stands, you'd have been with them this whole time and wouldn't have needed me."

"I need you." He spoke immidiatly. "I need you more than you could ever know. Please, don't leave again because I'm not sure I could stand it."

"As long as you behave yourself." You joked making Roman show a smirk of his own.

"Oh my dear, you know I can't behave yourself." He faked a whine.

"If you don't then I have to give you a spanking." You warned jokingly.

"Promise?" He asked with a michivious grin, making you laugh at his hint.

Happy to know that you two are now back together, roman inveloped you into a hug which you returned with a smile, happy to be back into his strong arms that never failed to make you feel secured. But it was short lived as you pulled away, which confused your lover, especially when he saw the scrunch of your nose.

"Alright, but first things first, we need to get you a warm bath, after a proper hot meal, and then we will set and talk on if you should or should not keep that bear because with good grooming I think would make you look handsome, not that you are not already."

Roman said nothing as he stared at you for a time. "I'm happy that you have come back."

He said at last, making you grin at him.

"You're a total mess without me babe, I had to come back."

Roman said nothing to this, and simply smiled as you lead him across the house to the bathroom, confident that he'll finally be able to have a good sleep tonight after weeks with you in his arms.

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I hope you guys enjoyed this one, please leave a comment or feedback on how it went, because this is my first time writing about this guy and I hope I did him justice.

#roman sionis x reader #roman sionis x you #black mask x reader

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ao3 link! donna beneviento x reader! I tried to make reader as gender neutral as possible so I hope I succeed! tell me what you think and sorry for any grammatical errors! also inspired by this ask that @milfcoven got but I decided to make the painter reader instead of alcina, hope that’s okay, I just thought this was really cute!

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You'd only been in the village for six months, but you were friends with most of the villagers. Surprisingly, you hadn't been sent to Castle Dimitrescu upon your arrival. The Lady of the Castle had tried to get you to accompany her back to her home, but you declined the offer and she allowed it. You were shocked, to say the least, that the Lady had let you go back to your home unharmed, but she vowed that you'd be under her protection and that nothing would happen to you as long as you stayed here in the village.

Now, here you were watching another woman who was the Head of House Beneviento. She didn't come into the village often and when she did, she never spoke herself, she used her doll, you didn't know her name. You never questioned it because why would you? So when the woman walked up to you, you were surprised by the visit.

"Oh, good afternoon, Lady Beneviento." You greeted, your hand over your face so you could block out the sunlight a bit.

She nodded her head before the doll spoke. "What's your name?" She asked.

"Um, it's Y/N, My Lady. What's yours?" You replied.

The doll pointed to the Lady in black. "That's Donna, and I'm Angie." Angie said.

"Oh, those are beautiful names. If I'm right, Donna means world ruler and Angie means angel, messenger of God." You said. "Both meanings are very fitting."

Angie walked closer to you. "How so?" Angie asked.

"Well, Gods and Goddesses can be viewed as world rulers and if you're Lady Beneviento's messenger, so to speak, then we must be in the presence of a Goddess, little angel." You responded with a small smile to the doll. You glanced up at Lady Beneviento before looking back at Angie. "But, um, is there anything I can do for the two of you?" You asked.

Angie made the motion of wanting to be picked up, you looked up at Lady Beneviento for approval before doing so. "Mistress Donna would like to know if you would paint us." Angie said. "She said she'd pay you for it."

"Oh, I, well, I would love to paint the both of you." You replied. "I could, well, I guess I could come by House Beneviento whenever it's good for you two."

Angie shook her head. "Mistress Donna says it wouldn't be safe for you to come to the House." Angie said.

You furrowed your brows a bit. "Well, I could do it at my house instead. I'd have to clean it, but we can definitely get it done there if that's okay." Angie nodded her head. "Good. I guess just let me know what day would be a good day to get the painting done."

Angie hopped off your lap and went to be held by Lady Beneviento. She whispered something into Lady Beneviento's ear before looking back at you. "Mistress Donna says Wednesday would be a most pleasant day for the painting."

You smiled up at them. "Wednesday, it is then. I'll be expecting you." You replied. Angie said bye to you from her and Mistress Donna before they walked away from you. You quickly made your way back to your home, avoiding eye contact and conversation with anybody who witnessed your encounter with Lady Beneviento. You let out a small sigh before you began cleaning.

Wednesday came before you knew it, but at least you had most of your place cleaned and organised for your guests. As you finished setting up where you would do the painting there was a faint knock on the door. You let out a shaky breath before opening the door.

"Lady Beneviento, Angie, hi." You greeted as you let them into your home.

"Hi, Y/N. Mistress Donna and I are very excited about the painting today. I was so excited about it last night that I couldn't even sleep!" Angie exclaimed as Lady Beneviento carried her.

You flushed at her excitement. "Well, I'm glad you were excited, but I do hope you got some sleep. You know sleep is very important." You replied. "So this is where I'm going to do the painting. I'll start by sketching the two of you first and then I'll paint it. It'll take a few hours at least, but I should have the two of you home before dark." You explained.

"Y/N?" Angie called out.

You turned around. "Yes?"

"Mistress Donna would like to know if it's okay if she takes off her veil for the painting." Angie said. You nodded your head. "You won't be scared of her scar, will you?" Angie asked.

"Oh, precious angel, no. Lady Beneviento is still a Goddess, with or without her scar." You said with a smile. Angie hugged your leg as Lady Beneviento slowly undid her veil. You let out a small gasp. "See? Your Lady's a Goddess, Angie." You said to the doll and you could see a small blush colour Lady Beneviento's cheeks.

"You- you really think?" Lady Beneviento asked softly. It was the first time you had ever heard her speak, her voice sounded like honey. You nodded your head. "Thank you, um, Y/N."

"You're welcome, Lady Beneviento." You replied.

"Donna." You raised your eyebrow slightly. "In your lovely home, Donna will do just fine." She said with a soft smile.

You nodded you head slightly. "Alright then, Donna." You said. "How about we get started?" You suggested. Donna bit her lip before hesitantly moving over to the chair you set out for her. "Is something wrong? We don't have to do the painting if you don't want to."

Donna shook her head. "N-no, I want to. I just, can you, never mind." She waved the thought off.

You moved closer to her, taking her hand in yours. "Hey, listen, I'll do whatever you want me to do." You said.

"Mistress Donna is a bit self-conscious about her scar, Y/N." You looked at Angie. "Mistress Donna was wondering if you'd paint her an eye instead of painting her scar."

You nodded your head before looking back at Donna. "Is that what you would like, Donna?" You asked. She nodded her head. "I can do that. If that's what you want then I can do that." You replied.

"Mistress Donna says thank you." Angie said motioning for you to pick her up.

You have a small smile. You placed Angie on Donna's lap before asking a question. "Are you two... connected?"

"In a way, yes." Donna replied.

You hummed. You sketched her and Angie mostly in silence, occasionally asking her to turn a certain way. It took you a few hours to sketch them out like you had that it would, but you wouldn't have enough time to get it fully done to give it to her before dark.

"I didn't realise how late it was getting." You said when you looked at the clock. "I apologise for keeping you in town for so long." You stood up from your seat and looked at Angie. "You should probably get this little angel to bed soon, My Lady."

Donna frowned a bit. "Donna, please. I'd like for you to call me Donna." She replied. You simply nodded your head at her request. "I suppose we should get going. Could you hold her while I do this?" She asked, gesturing towards the black veil on your couch.

"Of course." You said as you took the doll from her lap and held her.

"Y/N, can I tell you something?" Angie asked. You smiled at her and leaned your ear down to her. You let out a soft gasp at what she told you. "Is that so? I'll be sure to make it extra special then, just for Donna... and you too, angel." You replied to the doll softly.

It wasn't long before you waving goodbye to the two of them as they headed back to their home. You had agreed on Sunday for Donna and Angie to come back for the painting, and they did. You'd just woken up when you heard the knock on your door. Smiling to yourself you made your way over to let them in.

"Donna, Angie, you're here early!" Nonetheless, you allowed them into your home. "I need a shower, but make yourselves comfortable. I made some tea if you'd like to have some, Donna, cups are in the cabinet on the right." You called over your shoulder as you made your way into the bathroom. When you came out, you found Angie asleep on your couch with Donna's veil over her while Donna was sat in a chair sipping on a cup of tea. "Angie must be really tired if she's sleeping right now." You said, looking at the sleeping doll fondly, a small smile on your face.

Donna let out a small laugh. "She, um, didn't get much sleep last night. And when Angie is restless then so am I." Donna replied. Looking her over, you did notice that she looked a bit tired. "It's no bother to me, I enjoy keeping her company." She quickly added upon seeing the concerned look on your face.

"I don't doubt that one bit." You said. "How have you been?" You asked.

"Same old, same old. Mother Miranda called a meeting for the Lords and warned us of some outsider coming to the village soon, to make sure we're prepared for his arrival." Donna explained. "I have no doubt that Alcina or Heisenberg will get their hands on him before me and Moreau get a chance at him and I wouldn't mind it one bit, to be honest."

"Speaking of Lady Dimitrescu, she tried to pursue me once, but I turned her down. Quite frightening that I lived through it." You said as you sighed into your cup of tea. Donna arched her eyebrow. "She said something about how I reminded her of someone she once knew a long time ago. It was very flattering, I guess, but I had no idea what she was going on about." You explained.

Donna looked at her cup, tapping her fingers on it. "A past lover, I assume." She said softly. You couldn't help the laugh you let out in disbelief. "I'm serious. Alcina has had some lovers come back to her, reincarnated and all that, it never slips past her when a past lover returns to the village." Donna said. "But never have I heard of one passing her up."

You shrugged a bit. "She's a beautiful woman, of course, but nothing compared to you, Donna." You replied and you could see her blush at the compliment as she waved it off. You put your cup down to take her hand in yours as you had done the last time she was here. "I, um, I mean it. You're a Goddess, Donna, you're picture perfect." You said as you leaned closer to her, staring into her eyes, your lips only a few inches from her.

Donna let out a shaky breath. "Speaking of picture perfect, the portrait?" She said before clearing her throat, breaking you out of the trance the two of you seemed to be in.

You jumped up, scratching the back of your head. "Yes, the portrait." You smiled as you went over to get it. You spoke to her as you walked back over to where she was sitting. "A little angel, not naming any names, told me that today was a very special day so I tried to make it extra special for you, Donna." You took the sheet you had over the painting off and waited for her reaction.

You stared at the lady in black sitting in one of your chairs with curious eyes as she stared at the portrait, observing it before she looked up at you with tears in her eyes. Donna stood up from her chair and pulled you into a hug. "It's perfect. So, so perfect. Thank you." Donna said into your ear softly sending a small shiver down your spine as she pulled away. You expected her to sit back down, but instead she studied your face before she leaned in to kiss you. It took you a second to register what was happening before you reciprocated the kiss, pushing your lips into hers a bit before she pulled away. "Was that, did I overstep?" She asked.

You shook your head. "No. Not at all." You said before you kissed her again, a small smile on your face. You reluctantly pulled away. "I'm glad you liked the portrait. Happy Birthday, Donna."

Donna gave you a small smile in return as she returned to her seat, stealing a glance over at the still sleeping doll. "Angie's not going to be pleased that I saw it without her. Or about the fact that we..." Her voice trailed off as she touched her lips before looking up at you. "Put the sheet back on it?" She asked.

"Of course. Wouldn't want the little angel to miss out on such a special moment, would we?" Donna let out a laugh as she shook her head at your question. In all honesty, you hadn't expected to fall for Donna Beneviento, but you were glad you turned down Lady Dimitrescu if it meant you got to make this Goddess of a woman smile and laugh any chance you could.

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