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justanotherpjofan · 4 years ago

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I know I been posting a lot on tcf but suck it is my blog so here we go again (This one is going to be long, but bear with me)

Before we knew for a fact that cale won't die even if he stabs his heart I was thinking about something sad at first but funny when all is done.

First of all Cale is dead.

He died while fighting after stabbing his heart and of course everyone in the continent is shook, the greatest hero is dead.

Because it was in the middle of a fight, the army and allies were all present so the news travel very fast.

Alberu decided to for at least this one time give the whole glory to Cale even though he knows he never want it but because he deserve it.

At the Roan kingdom's plaza every single being that was helped by cale united among the citizens and common people from all the western continent.

Is a huge funeral of the highest level of honor, Cale is laid down on a bed of leaves from the world tree given by the elfs, the wolf tribe, the tiger tribe and the whale tribe all of them there presenting their respects.

The leaders of Breck, Whipper, Caro and The Jungle all mourning.

Rasheel and Mila there without moving because they can't belive it.

Dodori crying because he couldn't give the hero a happy ending

Cale's family are a mess Raon who is threatening to kill every living is being hold by Eruhaben, just for him to not run wild, Choi Han making a vow to never leave his people alone again, Rosaly, Lock and Jack crying their eyes out because they fail.

Cage and Hannah cursing enraged.

Ron and Beacrox dreadfully silent, while a single tear runs out through Ron's cheek because he just lost a son.

Duke Deruth, duchess Violan, Basen and Lily all crying and blaming themselves.

On and Hong not wanting to leave Cale's side even though they know that he is not going to open his eyes anymore.

Alberu for once not even trying to hold his Crown Prince facade anymore and letting his true feelings show.

When suddenly Cage runs toward Cale, nobody tries to actually stop her because she is an allie, she then pulls out the divine item of the god of dead and puts the book on top of Cale's chest.

Then a neutral voice is heard all over the plaza and no one knows from where is coming.

"I bring this child to do my biding and he did it at the cost of his live even when he didn't wanted to, now I'll reward him by giving him some more time because at least once I can defeat death"

All the people there suddenly stop crying and lift their heads to look at Cale.

The book starts shining and burst open pasing all the pages till it close and then dissapear in thin air.

Everyone is expecting and finally they can see Cale's eyes opening slowly, it looks like even opening them is taking some effort.

And a soft groan could be heard on the deadly silent plaza.

Cale tries to focus his eyes but he truly is tired like he could felt asleep immediately, he looks around a little before asking in a hoarse voice "Hyung where am I?"

On, Hong, Alberu, Choi Han, Eruhaben, Rosalyn, Lock, Ron, Deruth and many others where by the bedside looking down with tearful expressions and the mouths open in surprise.

Cale who doesn't know what's going on just brush it aside because he is really tired just ask instead "Can I sleep some more?" His body aches and feels heavy so he doesn't wait for an answer and close his eyes again but nobody worries because they can hear his faint breathing.

The plaza is crying tears of joy now relieve that the commander is alive and shock because a god just revive him confirming pretty much that Cale was a god messenger.

Choi Han carefully lifts Cale and the crown Prince tell him to move Cale to his bedroom, while everyone silently follows.

Alberu takes care of the people gather in the plaza before following as well, saying to the people something like "My dosaeng just woke up I got to go"

Cale then wakes up a little confused but feels lighter than before, before stiffing up at the attentive gaze of his family Raon is weeping on his lap with On and Hong, Eruhaben and the other dragons are inspecting him, Choi Han is guarding the door without missing a single move that Cale made Alberu is sitting on the couch with a cup of tea not taking his eyes off him either.

They were all scared because they fear that Cale could stop breathing at any moment.

A confused and massively hungry Cale sits up and look around noticing that he is in Alberu's room.

A little later Alberu explains everything and there is a single thought in Cale's mind.

"The bastard god of death revived me infront of the people on the plaza, am I going to ever have my slacker's life? Forget being a hero I fucking got revived how the fuck I'm going to rest now?

#cale henituse #trash of the count's family #tcf #alberu crossman #raon miru #ron molan #choi han

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mitsuyaya · 3 years ago

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Just a little bit of time || misato ryouya x gn! reader

» contains: fluff, just onagawa being his usual self

» end note:: repost from my old blog, rewrite sum but not fully. misa-pon the loml miss you 🥺☝️, bakuten movie when ?!? reviving the fandom because I can 🗣️

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“Y/n, what are you doing?” Misato walked in on you wearing his apron, a spatula on one hand, a messy countertop, piles of dirtied plates and, your face is covered with, what he guessed as flour.

“Cooking! Duhh! Isn’t it obvious?” you said sassily, as if you hadn’t already made a mess in the kitchen.

“If you’re cooking… shouldn’t you be paying attention to the stove over there?” He pointed to the now burning eggs. You scrambled to flip them but it only made you panic more. You quickly turned off the stove and huffed.

You were trying to make a ‘decent’ breakfast for your boyfriend, but the plan seems to backfire because you don’t even know how to cook. Save for some instant ramen, of course. You wanted to surprise him because he was doing so well during practice (as usual). But actually, it's an excuse to congratulate, and even spend a little time with your boyfriend.

You sighed and removed your apron, forcing back the urge to curse yourself out loud. “I’m sorry about the mess, don’t worry, I’ll just clean this up.” Grabbing a tissue, you wiped the tabletop clean. Then you started picking up the left egg shells, but you were stopped when someone grabbed your wrist. You looked up and saw your boyfriend, Misato, blushing.

“Come on, I’ll teach you” he pulled you back into the refrigerator to grab some ingredients and condiments. “How will you learn if you give up too easily?” he flicked your forehead and threw you the apron you wore earlier. You rubbed your forehead and put on the apron, standing beside him and waiting for his further instructions.

“First, if you’re planning to make an egg… why do you need flour?” You tried to respond, but he got you there; you weren’t sure what came up to you and added the flour, let alone what the flour was for. You just put it thinking it will be needed, thinking that it'll look decent.

He sighed and ordered you to get the knife and the carrots. You watched as he effortlessly cut it. “What are we cooking?” as you took out the pot he ordered you to get. “Food” he coldly said, too focused on preparing the vegetables. “Come on, you want to learn right?“ he beckoned you to take his place in cutting the remaining onions.

"Cut it horizontally first… yeah that’s right” He’s holding your hands while you cut the onions, his breath fanning on your ear. You can feel his toned abs and chest on your back. You blush, realizing that you’re both too close. He realized and moved away, quickly picking up the pot from the table and placing it on the stove.

You finished cutting the remaining onions after a long awkward silence. He’s now slowly putting them inside the pot. Seeing that you’d have to wait before he finished cooking, you cleared the counter top and wiped it using the remaining tissue you used earlier.

“Taste this” he scooped a spoonful of soup and blew it. You raised a brow at him and shrugged it off. The moment your tongue landed on the spoon, you let out a loud scream, the soup was still hot, it burned your mouth. You tried to wave your hand up and down like a makeshift hand fan, but it didn’t work. Misato quickly handed you a cup of water which you drank.

“Good morning lovebirds~”

You both snapped back to where the voice came from, a snickering Onagawa and the others were staring back at you two. Futaba was too embarrassed to look at you both, so he turned his back and helped with setting up the table.

“Eh, what’s this? Are you doing something naughty huh? ero-ace~ “ he poked your boyfriend’s side. Eyeing you both as if you’re doing /something/ in the kitchen. “Ohhh, sous chef-chan why is your tongue poking out~”

"D-ent cell me thet” you kicked him in his legs, rolling your eyes from his antics. Onagawa still hadn't stop teasing both you and Misato, making suggestive jokes, still not letting go of the scenario earlier. You sat next to Futaba and ate the food you and Misato cooked, albeit a little weird and painful because your tongue still hurts.

After they ate and thanked you and your boyfriend for a delicious meal, mostly him. He went outside and left you to help the

others with cleaning the table.

“Here!”

“What’s this for?” Your boyfriend returned after a few minutes, shoving you in what seemed to be vanilla ice cream. You eyed him and the ice cream back and forth, too shocked and a little confused. He just shoved it again and told you to eat it before it melts, and so you do. You both ate your own ice cream in silence, basking in the silence and comfort of one another, before his team mates arrived and disturbed you both.

Perhaps failing to make him breakfast and burning your tongue is one way to finally fulfill that wish to spend even just a little bit of time with Misato.

“I’m still wondering why you put the flour in the egg that you were trying to cook”

“Misato!”

#bakuten x reader #bakuten x you #bakuten imagines #bakuten drabbles #bakuten fluff #backflip x reader #backflip x you #misato x reader #misato x you #misato imagines #misato drabbles #misato fluff #misato ryouya x reader #misato ryouya imagines #gonna be reblogging this many times #I'm gonna reawaken the fandom #thriving in my own crumb tsk tsk

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op-imaginesandmore · 3 years ago

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How would Issho/Fujitora, Doflamingo, Smoker, Arlong, and Gin react to their s/o dying in their arms? (human s/o for all of them including Arlong) Sorry there are so many the posts you've made so far I've enjoyed immensely. I love your style of writing! (:

I know it’s been *checks notes* actual years since I have touched this blog, but I kinda wanted to try my hand at a few of the asks I have in my inbox. I’m going to do just Smoker, and with each of the asks with multiple characters I will pick the one I am most comfortable with writing and go from there. I hope you like it! And also, to anyone who reads this and likes it, thank you! But my ask box will remain closed until…idk, probably a long time. I don’t want to get any one’s hopes about about anything.

Pairing: Smoker x GN!reader

Warnings: Angst, character death (you asked for it), mild descriptions of injury, mentions of blood, implied smut (mildest of spice), unbeta’d if that is a warning

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The OP was supposed to be a simple one. Get in, do reconnaissance, stay under the radar, come back with what info they needed on the pirate crew, get out.

No one thought Big Mom herself was going to recognize Y/N, because you were good at your job. You had been spying for the government for years, you’d worked with Smoker as one of his subordinates, had infiltrated countless pirate crews, revolutionary bases, treasonous scum that thought they could get away with anything, and had always succeeded in your job.

Lay low, go unnoticed, get the info, come back to him. It was a perfectly organized system that was like clock work, each gear turning for the purpose of civilian protection, and justice.

Until now.

Blood soaked the beach he was kneeling on, who’s it was, he had no idea. Could be his, was probably the pirates’ that were scattered around the Vice-Admiral like debris after a storm, but what infuriated him most was it was most definitely yours.

Wheezes, broken and wet, escaped from your lips, swollen eyes looking up into stoic grey that was like looking into twin hurricanes. Anger, righteous and intense, swirled around with frustration, concern, grief, and an emotion you knew from your quiet moments between soft sheets and the hard planes of his body.

So gentle you barely felt it, he lifted you from the sand like something precious, your blood dripping down his arms and pooling beneath your broken body. Your eyes, swollen and bruised, squinted up at him and a soft smile cracked painfully across your lips.

“Hey handsome” you rasped, a cough that was soaked with blood spurting out. Smoker put a large hand through your matted hair, jaw clenching as he tightened his hold on you.

“I’m gonna get you to the ship’s infirmary” he seethed through his teeth, the usual multiple cigars he kept there like pacifiers long gone. He made to get up, but the cry that came from your lips was shrill and heartbreaking. He immediately stopped, holding you to his chest in a hold soft enough for a newborn.

“I know it hurts, but you need-“

“Do you remember Alabasta?”

Smoker stopped, looking down at your broken body that had the audacity to be giving him the smile that always managed to make his heart flutter in his chest like a crushing school girl’s. He swallowed thickly, not trusting his voice and opting for a nod.

“You were such a baby about Strawhat, I thought you were going to implode when he had his crew mate save your life.” You reached a trembling hand to his face, stroking the rough stubble of his jaw. Almost involuntarily, Smoker leaned into the soft touch, turning his head to kiss your palm as memories of their time on the desert island came to mind.

It had been the first time you had ever yelled at him, calling him reckless and blind. Telling him you were thankful for Strawhat, grateful he had saved his “stupid, sorry, ass” so you had the chance to give him a piece of your mind. He had retaliated with a practiced speech about being your superior, about how you should worry more about your job than what he was doing, how you shouldn’t talk to him like that.

Then you had the nerve to yell at him that you didn’t have a choice but to worry about him. When he yelled at you back about the why, instead of answering him you kissed him square on the mouth.

Their first kiss was in the moment, it was all teeth clacking and sudden and Smoker had been blindsided, but also hadn’t been. The two of you had been flirting with the line between officer and government agent for months at that point, subtle glances and bold, shameless flirting on your part had morphed into soft and subtle touches and hours of listening to you talk about everything and anything.

When the shock of it had worn off a second after you started kissing him, he hadn’t expected for himself to kiss you back. He had adjusted your chin, softened the kiss, and wrapped his arms possessively around your waist and lifted you, your legs wrapping around his own waist in a way that sent chills down his spine as he carried you to his desk. He set you down upon it, gentle as can be, but your legs stayed around his waist, his hips grinding into yours in a way that had him growling. Your lips had been like soft, plush, velvet on his own chapped ones, tongue sinful in its exploration, running against his to beg for entrance.

The two of you broke apart, you were panting, your face flush as you put your head on his chest and listened to the quick thumping of his heart. He smelled like a cigar, a hint of sweet fruit in a haze of earth and smoke that always managed to make your head spin. A smile tugged at the corners of your mouth as you licked the taste of him from them.

“I worry about you because I care about you Smoker” you looked up at him, your eyes twinkling in the soft glow of the sunlight coming in through the porthole of his cabin “probably more than what’s appropriate for a working relationship, but I don’t want to hide it anymore.” You put your hand on his face, stroking the apple of his cheek in a way no one had ever dared touch him before “if you don’t want this though, we can stop right now and never talk about it a-“

Smoker was kissing you again, softer but with a passion that turned your whole body into jelly that molded into his. It was brief, too brief for your liking but he was looking at you with a smoldering gaze that promised more.

“We do this, we tell no one.” He said with conviction “I can’t have my subordinates thinking I have favorites, and fraternizing could get me and you in a lot of trouble.”

You nodded, understanding alighted in your eyes as you coyly bit your kiss swollen bottom lip.

“If that means I get to see your smoke powers at work in the bedroom, I’ll take an oath of silence”

He felt his body react, his hardened length against your thigh making you squeeze your legs together, bringing him impossibly closer.

Smoker’s chest tightened at the memory.

“I’m glad” you said, swollen gaze growing distant “that it all happened the way it did. The last year and a half has been the best of my life” another cough, violent and cracking in its intensity that it had you whimpering into Smokers chest, and his eyes were burning with the tears that were inevitable now.

“Y/N-“ Smoker started, the deep rumble of his voice cracking “baby, you’re gonna be fine, let’s just-“ he took a breath, steeling himself to try and lift you up again, but your head falling limp against his chest stopped him, made the breath leave his lungs and, for the first time in a very long time, Smoker felt true terror grip his careful self control.

“Y/N?” His voice, so unlike the commanding bass it usually was, soft and broken as the body he held “Y/N? Sweetheart c’mon, wake up” he shook you, your head lolling to one side and then the next awkwardly, before it rested back on his chest and Smoker realized your uneven breathing had stopped, the rasping, painful breaths gone quiet and the only sounds to be heard on the bloodied beach were Smoker’s own uneven hyperventilating “Y/N please! You-you can’t do this! Baby, c’mon-open those pretty eyes, please! Y/N? Y/N!”

He held on tight to your body as he slowly broke down, the tears running rivers down his face that had smudges of your blood on it from holding your body up to it, his face buried into your hair as if he could revive you if he held on a little tighter, begged a little harder to whatever god or devil would listen. His cries broke through the silence, their only companion the lapping of water against the sand and gore. He rocked back and forth, clinging to your lifeless body like it was the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth.

That was how Tashigi found her Vice-Admiral, sobbing into your hair as he begged you to wake up. Her heart shattered into a million pieces, but she had to keep him moving, had to remind him of the duty he still held.

“Vice-Admiral Smoker?” She breathed, caution in her tone, heartbreak threatening to pull her under when his breath caught. He looked up at Tashigi with a tsunami of emotions that she had never seen him display. Heartbreak and grief worked in tandem to make the ever stoic and statuesque officer crumble to his knees.

“I’ve gathered the survivors of our platoon, we’re awaiting your orders, sir”

There was a pregnant pause that seemed to stretch for an eternity, Smoker looking down at his dead lover, the emotions that had been raging across his face draining from his being, and was replaced once again with the careful stoicism that his position required of him.

He got up slowly, you still cradled against his chest as he looked out at the horizon. It was another long moment before he spoke.

“We bury our dead, then we take the fight to the one who started this.” There was a fury in his words that struck fear into Tashigi, a fear for how reckless her Vice-Admiral was about to be against a Yonko.

“But Smo-“

“Did I fucking stutter?” He whipped his head around, the grey of his eyes burning with an unbridled rage that seemed barely contained “I’m not gonna rest until every last piece of filth that carries the name of Charlotte are wiped from every ocean from the East Blue to Raftel.” He glanced down at the body in his arms, a soft, broken look before the rage hit again.

“They’re gonna pay for what they’ve taken, I’ll make sure of it personally.”

#smoker #one piece #Smoker x reader #Smoker One Piece #angst #crying #character death #tashigi

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ybangtannies · 3 years ago

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Hiii💜💜💜i just want to start off by saying i love your blog, your stories are really good. I just got through reading the bts profiles and i don't know if you are taking request but if you are i was wondering if you could do a scenario where yandere namjoon and y/n are best friends and one night he comes over and they end up doing it, but the next morning they just joke around because it was a mistake and they are good friends, then two weeks later she calls him tells him she is pregnant, and namjoon try to talk to her about keeping the baby because he secretly love y/n and is crazy about her.

[Here it is! I'm sorry it took me months to write this, but I hope you enjoy it! I got a little carried away and it's way longer than what I intended to be lol]

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Namjoon’s eyes open wide suddenly, and frantically starts looking for your figure, and even though he doesn’t find it, he knows you’re around and awake because he can hear the shower from your en suite bathroom. He lets out a sigh and savours the memories coming to him from last night, your moans and whimpers, how good he felt being completely embraced by you and your scent; every single detail about last night and you both enjoying and pleasuring each other is engraved in Namjoon’s mind.

He knows you usually take around fifteen or twenty minutes in the shower, so he relaxes on the bed and starts thinking. What does this mean for your relationship? It surely changes everything, right? This must mean that you love him too. He knows you used to sleep around -much to his dismay, he still doesn’t understand how he put up with it, maybe because it was just sex with strangers and you made it pretty clear you wanted nothing with them- but it’s been a long time since that and if you decided you wanted Namjoon, your best friend, someone you clearly know and have already a bond formed with, to be the person you had sex with after such a long period of time, then there must be a reason behind it. Maybe you weren’t sure on how to tell him you love him too for fear of being rejected and thought sex would be the way to let him know without words? Namjoon smiles at the thought, his sweet and pretty girl, if only you knew how crazy in love he is about you. He’s been waiting for this to happen for way too long, have imagined it millions of times but reality surely does exceed fiction and now that he got a taste of what it would be really like to be with you like this, he doesn’t think he’d be able to give up this feeling for anything in the world; there’s no way, he would be insane to turn down his other half.

His stream of consciousness is cut off by the door of your bathroom opening and your figure emerging from it, you stand on the threshold and look at him with surprise.

“Oh, good morning! I didn’t think you’d be awake already, it’s pretty early and you always sleep until it’s almost lunchtime” you chuckle while entering the room, going to lift up the blind and open the window a little.

Namjoon is looking at you in awe, you’re not wearing anything he hasn’t seen on you before -a shirt and some worn out shorts- but he can perfectly see the hickeys he gave you last night on your neck since you’re wearing your hair on a side plait plus you’re still yawning even if it’s been surely more than half an hour since you woke up and adding that to the fact that now he is your boyfriend... he wonders if you’d be up for round two before having breakfast.

“Hello? Earth to Namjoon! Are you sleeping with your eyes open again or what?” Your voice is once again bringing him back to reality, your glance focused on your phone rather than on him.

“No, no, sorry, I guess I’m still a little tired. What’s up?”

You roll your eyes playfully while looking back at him, “I was asking if you wanted to have breakfast now, but you can keep sleeping if you want, I have things to do anyways.”

Namjoon accepts your offer and accompanies you to the kitchen to make breakfast; he loves how he knows his way around your apartment and how domestic it feels waking up together after having been making love all night to have breakfast and spend the morning at home, like a long-term couple.

He is about to open his mouth and address the elephant in the room once you’re both seated at your table and drinking coffee when you beat him to it.

“So, I don’t want to make things weird after last night and I don’t really think this need to be said since we’ve been friends for quite some time now and already know each other and where we stand,” Namjoon doesn’t like where this seems to be going, “the sex was really good and I think we both needed it after the stress from college but -and don’t get me wrong please- I don’t think it’s a good idea to make it something common, you know?”

Nope, Namjoon is hating this. He is quite lost, what is happening right here? What do you mean you don’t want to have sex with him anymore? Are you already breaking up with him? And what do you mean by ‘making things weird’ and ‘we’ve been friends’? What the fuck are you even talking about? Is he still sleeping? Is this one of his nightmares? That must be it, a nightmare, the worst he’s had so far.

You must sense his confusion because you chuckle a little and even blush; Namjoon wants to smile at the sight, you just look way too cute, but your words have him very confused right now.

“The sex was good, really! Amazing even, Joonie! All I’m saying is that we both know each other too much to have a friends-with-benefits relationship without fucking it up -no pun intended by the way” you laugh again lightly while sipping from your mug and grabbing a toast from the plate in between you both.

Namjoon is really thrown back by your behaviour but as much as he’d like to talk back and confess how ardently he loves you, he realises maybe now is not the right time; he is already sure about his feelings for you and what he wants but you don’t seem to be on the same page just yet and he, being the gentleman he like to think he is, will of course give you some time to figure out your feelings for him. Because of course you must be in love with him too, but maybe you’re more stubborn than he thought you to be and preferred to think your feelings for him were only of lust and not love. It’s okay, you’ll come to your senses and if not, he’ll help you find the right way to his side.

“Yeah, sure. Don’t worry about it, y/n. I know what you mean.”

Days goes by, then weeks and before Namjoon realises it’s been almost a month since that beautiful and extraordinary night he revives almost every day in the solitude of his room. It’s during one of those moments when he is remembering the way your voice sounded asking him for more, to please don’t stop thrusting into your tight and velvety walls and he is about to climax, saying your name like a mantra, that his phone starts vibrating making him jump on his bed and let out a groan, who the fuck? He is tempted to ignore it, too occupied with his hard and leaking cock on his hand to bother with answering the annoying prick that is calling him right in this moment, but then he takes a glance of your name on the screen and it’s physically impossible for him to ignore you. Namjoon sighs and tries to even his breathing and even covers his naked body with the sheet of his bed even though it’s just a regular call.

“Hello, babe, what’s up?”

“Namjoon,” uh oh, you’re using his full name plus your tone is way too plain, this cannot be good, “are you busy right now?”

He looks down at his now less hard cock and shakes his head slowly, “not at all, why? Do you need something?”

“Could you please come over?” Namjoon is already out of his bed and looking for his underwear and clothes, he doesn’t need for you to give him more details about wanting him to go to your house, but he still asks.

“Sure thing, but is something the matter? You sound serious”

A silence follows his question and Namjoon stops his movements altogether, looking straight to the wall with a frown adorning his face, “y/n? Is everything okay?”

“Just… please, come quickly, okay? I need to tell you something.”

He is about to interrogate you a little more or even ask if he needs to bring you something, but you don’t give him time and hang up just as you finish speaking. He looks at his phone with a deeper frown now and hurries up out of his house and into his car.

Namjoon arrives in record time, he’s been thinking about what could have possibly happened for you to be that dry on the phone; yesterday evening when he last saw you everything was okay, and even this morning you sent him an audio telling him how excited you were because the books you bought online finally arrived and were going to start reading them. So, what happened?

You open the door as soon as he rings the bell and without any words, sign for him to come inside. Namjoon observes your attire: sweatpants, a Superman t-shirt and your part of your hair is on a cute little bun, you look adorable and if it weren’t for the frown on your face and your apparent inability to look him in the eye, Namjoon would be cooing internally at you.

“What is happening, y/n? You’re making me worried,” he is now sitting next to you on the sofa in the little living room of your apartment.

You sigh for what seems to be the tenth time since Namjoon got here and start fidgeting with your fingers, “I don’t know how this happened… well, I know how it happened, but I don’t know how we both could be so irresponsible…”

“What happened? What did we do?” Namjoon is more nervous with each passing second, several scenarios running through his mind.

“I’m pregnant”, you guess the best way to tell him is by just doing it at once, to rip off the band aid.

A few moments of silence follow after your words, nothing can be heard, and it feels as if the world has completely stopped. You look at him cautiously and find Namjoon looking at you with wide eyes, opening and closing his mouth like he was a fish. The image is funny, cute even, and you would have laughed have it not been a moment like this.

“What?” It’s the only thing that Namjoon manages to say, he’s not sure he heard you right and doesn’t want to get his hopes up like he did before, just in case.

You mumble a little ‘wait here’ and leave the room, in the direction of your bedroom. Before he can decide if he should follow you or not, you’re back with several sticks on your hands. Your face doesn’t show the same worrisome it did when Namjoon first got here but the frown is still present, and he has to physically restrain himself from softening it and give you a kiss on the forehead.

“Here, these are the pregnancy tests. I went out this morning to get them, they’re all positive. I’m three weeks pregnant, Namjoon.”

He takes them and indeed, they all show two lines, one of them even stating what you just said: 3 weeks pregnant.

“This… this is…” Namjoon is trying to find the words to describe how he’s feeling right now; he wants to cry, to scream, to jump, but overall, he wants to hug you and kiss you silly. He is going to be a dad! And you’re the one carrying his children! He could marry you on the stop. Actually, he should start looking for rings and think about a proposal. Would you prefer to wait until you give birth? Or maybe you’d like to do it quickly before your tummy starts showing. Either way, Namjoon doesn’t mind, that’s your decision to make.

“I know it’s not ideal, don’t worry. I’m going to start looking for abortion clinics today, I want to get rid of it as soon as possible. That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about, I think we should both pay it since, you know, we both did it.”

“What the hell are you even talking about?” Namjoon can’t believe what he’s hearing, ‘abortion clinics’, ‘get rid of it’?

“We’re not gonna keep it. I’m not gonna have it, Namjoon.”

You are both standing now in the middle of your living room, looking at each other, both with a surprised look in your eyes albeit for very different reasons.

“Why not? I want to be a dad; I want to keep the baby.”

“What? Since when you want to be a father?”

“Since always?” Namjoon is trying not to raise his voice and keep his cool, he doesn’t want to upset himself more than he already is and doesn’t want to upset you either, that wouldn’t do your children any good.

You scoff and roll your eyes at his answer, “you don’t have time for that. You barely have time to eat with how busy you are with college; how do you plan on making time for a baby? You surely won’t drop college; how would you find a job then? Look, if you don’t want to pay for it that’s okay, I can afford it, it’s no biggie”

“It’s not about the money, y/n. I don’t want you to abort our baby because I want to have it with you. I’ll make time for it, we have nine months to figure it out, okay? We’ll both see how we can manage it. Maybe next year I can take fewer classes at college, and you could stop your studies for a year until the baby is old enough to leave them in a nursery without too many problems. Let’s just focus on celebrating and making an appointment with your doctor, darling, don’t worry too much” Namjoon is making his way to hug you and finally kiss you, but you take a few steps back looking at him with wide eyes, as if what he has been saying is insane.

“What the fuck? What the fuck am I supposed to be celebrating? I don’t want to be a mother; you know that I’ve told you several times before. Once I get a fucking abortion it’s when I’ll be celebrating. Look, I’m sorry if you want to be a father right now, but I don’t and I’m not gonna do it.”

Namjoon is starting to get angrier with the moment, he doesn’t understand why you have to be so stubborn. Surely, you’ve told him before about your reticence towards being a mother and how you’d rather abort if you were to ever get pregnant, but he always thought you were saying that referring to carrying the children of another person, not his.

“There’s no need for that, baby, if you just…”

“Don’t ‘baby’ me, Namjoon! My word is final: I’m having an abortion whether you like it or not. Now leave, please”

That’s it.

He snaps.

“Shut the fuck up. You’re not fucking getting an abortion, and that’s final. Do you understand? You’re gonna carry my children and this is just going to be the first of many to come so you better get used to the idea, is that clear, baby? I gave you enough time to fucking figure out your feelings for me, but this is way too much, I’m not gonna let you murder our children just because you are way too stubborn to realise, you’re in love with me. Now stop fucking talking nonsense before I made you myself.”

With each word that abandoned Namjoon’s mouth he got closer and closer to you until he had you trapped against the wall. You’re looking at him with horror in your eyes and his chest is heaving. He raises his hand, and you flinch and close your eyes, a yelp escaping from your mouth, but the hit never comes. Instead, you feel his fingers on your stomach softly while his other hand goes after your neck in order to bring you closer to his body.

“We’ll be okay, baby. I get that you’re nervous, but we’ll figure everything out and be the best parents to our children.” His words are disturbing, but what scares you the most is the smile on his face and how his eyes are shining with excitement and utter happiness, as if just a moment ago he wasn’t screaming and threatening you. Namjoon is finally able to give you a kiss on the forehead and you can’t do anything but stay still and feel tears falling down your face.

#yandere namjoon #yandere bts #yandere jin #yandere yoongi #yandere jimin #yandere taehyung #yandere jungkook #yandere hoseok #yandere jhope #yandere suga #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere au

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galaxxiwrites · 3 years ago

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In A Daze. (ft. Louis & Yakumo)

I don't know if people still like Code Vein but I do and that's enough justification for me to post this on my blog (￣ω￣;)

prompt: we suck at the game so we keep dying Your partner watches in horror as you die over and over again, somehow stuck in a never-ending loop of pain and loss. Inspired by KagePro's Kagero Days.

warning: mentions of graphic deaths and trauma ; I'm sorry if it's really messy compared to what I usually write, I just wanted to blurb on about Code Vein again ＼(º □ º l|l)/

As Revenants, it was normal to come back to life after death, as long as their heart wasn't destroyed. In the beginning, he believed that that was merely what was happening, that you were simply coming back to life after dying again. But at some point, he noticed that this was much more than just a mere revival, as every waking moment felt like a routine he had been repeating over and over again.

Yakumo Shinonome

Yakumo was at a loss, and was starting to believe that everyone at the base was messing with him. After all, despite not having much to do there, there was no way everyone was able to repeat the exact same movements they did the day before.

There was no way Louis had not moved on from the same page of his book, nor was there any reason for Coco to tell him that it was the same day of the same month again. Nor was there any reason for Yakumo to have such vivid memories of you dying so many different deaths while everyone else tells him he's crazy, as you had merely sustained too much injuries in your last skirmish but were close to reaching full recovery.

"No, I swear! Yesterday, they were impaled by Jack..."

Everyone looked at him with their eyebrows raised.

"Yakumo, you know Revenants can't come back after having their hearts destroyed."

Louis says as he places a hand over Yakumo's tensed shoulders and tells them to rest, that perhaps the last skirmish had taken a toll on him as well. The raven-haired Revenant also recommended that his friend sit out the today's expedition, but much to everyone's surprise, Yakumo lashes out at Louis.

"No! I need to stay beside them! I-" Yakumo catches himself and calms down, "I'll rest for a bit, but I'm not sitting out on the mission."

Much like every other vivid dream Yakumo had, he, yourself and Louis would later head out to the Gaols to purify more bloodsprings an mistles.

Yakumo was on high edge the second he saw one of the Gaol's horrific beasts along the path, just like what he saw in one of his dreams.

He leads them along to a secret path to avoid confrontation with the beast, and were fast approaching the area where he knows a few bloodthirsty Revenants lay in wait. He tells to prepare much early, and to be cautious of their backs as there was a revenant laying in wait for them after they defeat these others out and about.

The whole journey, Yakumo guides them, perfectly getting them out of what would otherwise be messy or fatal situations.

When you ask your red-haired partner just how he was able to lead them through the path as if he knew it at the back of his hand, it took Yakumo all his strength not to tell them, I saw you here again and again.

And finally, at the end of their path, he was expecting to see Jack, much like the other time. He was caught in shock however when he saw an extremely powerful horrific beast of the mists instead.

It was a hard fought battle, but Yakumo was convinced that he wouldn't let you die here. Due to his conviction, he never once faltered even as he stood in between you and that monster's attack, and he himself got impaled through the chest.

It's a shame, he thought. But at least now, they can continue on living.

Those were his last thoughts before fading into dust.

The next day, you awaken at the base, but didn't move from your bed. You were listening on the conversation the others were having, about how Yakumo has been having nightmares of you dying over and over again.

"When will this ever end..." You whimper underneath your breath.

Louis Amamiya

Unlike Yakumo, Louis would have realized that this was no mere coincidence. That for some reason, he was stuck in a loop, and only he remembers whatever happens.

He, however, bears this realization all in silence. This time, however, he'll try to do things differently.

When his eyes lands on your resting figure as you recover from the injuries you sustained in the "last" battle, Louis felt pain in his chest. On one hand, at least you're back to him, on the other, you were fated to leave him again, only to return to this very same day.

"I'm calling off today's expedition. Forgive me."

Louis tells to the gang after you woke up. Yakumo points out that he looked extremely out of it, and that calling off the mission for today was a smart decision.

Louis then spends the entire day with you, never having you farther than arms length, which made everyone curious.

"Did you just call off today's mission to spend the whole day with your lover?" Coco teased, which prompted others to join in. He was unable to answer them, and simply buried his face at the crook of your neck to hide his embarrassment.

"Get a room, you two!" Yakumo said at the sight.

Though you didn't mind that your lover was suddenly showering you in so much attention, he was never one to call off a mission simply just to spend time with you.

Louis had always been goal-motivated and wasn't a slacker, so you were worried that something must be bothering him to the point where he had to cancel your expedition.

"It's nothing much, love. Just, I'm tired, is all."

Louis said weakly, his red eyes which usually shined so bright had for once looked so dull.

Much to his delight, the day was going along smoothly. He was slowly starting to convince himself that maybe today, the cycle will finally end.

"What!? How'd that get in here- Louis, (Y/N)!" Yakumo called out, to them, and immediately the two of you darted out of your shared room and head on outside the base.

"What are the creatures from the Gaol of Mists doing here!?" Louis said as he prepared for combat.

Just when you were about to arm yourself, your lover immediately stopped you and instead tells you to run away.

The two of you end up arguing amongst yourselves, which would prove to be your downfall.

"(Y/n)! Behind you!" Davis shouts out.

You looked to see one of the horrific beings coming for you, but your reflexes had not kicked in yet, and you were about to be killed.

That was when Louis shoved you aside, and you watched in horror as the horror from the Gaol ravaged your lover.

The next day however, Louis awakens with regret as he sees you again, sleeping on the bed as you were recovering from your injuries.

"Why...Why hasn't it ended?"

#tw death #tw graphic descriptions #code vein #louis amamiya #yakumo shinonome

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belit0 · 4 years ago

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@tinypaperwhispers

Heyy! I love your blog so much, can't believe you don't have more followers!:o I wanted to ask a request, I didn't even see it on tumblr anywhere ever so i hope you'll like it:)). Could you do Madasaku and Izusaku headcanons?👀 both sfw and n*-fw. (I saw you also write about Sakura besides the Uchiha - i love these pairings💟) Thankks!

Thank you, beautiful! My blog is relatively new, so I’m growing by baby steps :) thanks for your support!!🧙🏻‍♀️🖤✨

MadaSaku [SFW]

These two had trouble getting along at first, just like two thick skulls! We know Madara for his awful temper, but nobody talks about Sakura’s as much as they should.

Being such a strong and independent woman, this kunoichi could never comply with the stereotype that this Uchiha is used to frequent. Having such a dominant character, he enjoys subduing others.

But when his path impacts her, everything takes a turn. She is not someone who will easily carry out his orders like anyone else, and this presents a challenge, something that intrigues him.

How did they end up together? Let’s say that, after the war, Madara survived, but his chakra paths were destroyed with the rise of Kaguya, so it is decided that he is no longer a threat, that he can be valuable to the village. Thus begins his rehabilitation, which Sakura has to take care of.

Before they realize it, they are dancing before a fire that grows between them, and there is no way to avoid it.

The relationship is quite balanced. Sakura compensates for all the mental health that Madara does not have lmao. No, but seriously.

Before his intensity, she is calm. In the face of his anger, she is the peace. In front of his tyranny, she is patient. They say that the opposites attract each other, don’t they? The best example is this couple.

Madara is a broken man, but Sakura helps him to recompose his soul piece by piece, to learn to love again, to see life with hope one more time.

He doesn’t trust anyone but her, so it’s not uncommon that their activities as a couple are all indoors.

Reading together in front of the fireplace with some tea, team cooking, cleaning the house together, training in the garden.

Because he was always very cultured, it is not strange to see him write down his knowledge on scrolls, which she then reviews and expresses her opinion on the subject in a lively debate.

Very occasionally, Madara accompanies Sakura to her work. Feeling rejected by the eyes of others about his person, he locks himself in her office until she ends the day, like a frightened cat in the presence of humans.

IzuSaku [SFW]

I have a very crazy idea of how this couple could have been formed, pay attention. After the final fight with Madara, Hashirama is aware that he is alive. At the same time, Tobirama finishes creating Edo Tensei. Both brothers decide that the only one who can make Madara see reason is Izuna, therefore, they revive him, and without manipulating him, they allow him a complete resurrection (breaking the Jutsu, as well as Madara in the war). They ask him to bring his brother to his senses and Izuna seeks him out to show him that he has come back to life. When he finds him (let us suppose that Madara developed the Rinnegan ahead of time and not just before he died) he believes that he is being deceived, and without being able to handle his new power yet, he sends his younger brother into the future = IzuSaku.

The Uchiha is upset, really upset. The one who killed him has just brought him to life, his brother is suffering and now he is in who knows where. But his bad predisposition changes when a pink-haired young woman appears in his sight.

What a curious, adorable, beautiful, and well-intentioned person. Sakura, her name suits him. Such beautiful eyes.

She is frightened by the symbol on his back, and it helps him to determine his situation. Time travel, change of periods. What a lovely woman, definitely her clan did not exist in the original time of Izuna, otherwise, he would remember such gorgeous features.

She decides to help him, and hiding him in her house is when their bond becomes closer.

Sakura had only interacted with one Uchiha in her life, and suddenly she cannot believe how affective the one that is now with her is. Love 24/7, the intensity of this clan is real.

Surprise hugs from behind, tender kisses on the neck at any moment, caresses on the face, arms, thighs.

Something that Sakura enjoys a lot is to comb Izuna’s hair after he gets out of the shower, usually, he falls asleep lying on her after a long time.

After a difficult day, he welcomes her at home with a good massage session, having become an expert in reading her body expressions to detect her mood.

Izuna lends himself as a test subject in Sakura’s work, he finds it very amusing. He loves to receive as much of her attention as possible.

When the kunoichi is working on a new poison, the Uchiha loves to sit near her workplace and observe her movements, her concentration, the effectiveness of her creation.

If Sakura has a very tough time today, Izuna refrains to make some tea for her and to support her with his company.

She loves the face he makes when she brings him sweets, after leaving work. His appetite for sugar… he’s like a child.

MadaSaku [NS-FW]

Fire in the room.

The fact that Madara no longer has a chakra does not mean that he has lost his unequaled strength.

Oh, but wait… Sakura has hers too.

The constant struggle for who dominates who, which brings a very funny dynamic when it comes to intimacy.

Sakura enjoys deeply when Madara holds her strongly against any surface, demonstrating his desire and need to be the one who leads.

The situation eventually turns around when she is too hot to his touch, and subdues him to her strength, forcing him to stay under her control.

This arouses Madara even more, who appreciates having a woman by his side who knows what she wants and fights for it.

Their sexual dynamics are overwhelming and devastates everything. Several tables had to be replaced after Sakura’s back hit them.

Madara had to fix different holes that he made in various walls with his fists while he held Sakura’s hips on his shoulders and devoured her pussy without mercy. The tugs in his hair that she supplies him with on each occasion make him lose his mind, and holding her in the air at his mercy pushes him to the limit.

Purple and greenish bruises decorate his thighs when she pays special attention to his limb with her mouth. Every time the Uchiha rushes his hips towards her face trying to get deeper into her throat, the kunoichi squeezes his legs, making he slows down and groans in pain.

Of course her aftercare includes healing the rudeness imparted upon her lover.

IzuSaku [NS-FW]

Thanks to being the object of research for Sakura, she is highly aware of all the visual abilities that Izuna possesses. That Sasuke was her partner does not mean that she knew the true extent of the Sharingan, the same applying to Kakashi.

The room of both soon fills with highly exciting and kinky games, where she is subjected to numerous Genjutsus from him, destined to make her reach her maximum pleasure peak constantly.

Izuna loves to capture Sakura’s glance during different moments of the day, trapping her surprisingly in his world of passion, making her scream until her body trembles in an uncontrollable way.

When he brings her back to reality, he laughs maliciously at the exhausted expression of the kunoichi, and carries her to the bed in his arms, where they both rest.

If Sakura wants to take revenge, she avoids looking him in the eyes and takes advantage of any moment of distraction to use the clear benefit that her strength gives her.

Sitting on his lap on the sofa, getting into the shower with him and pinning him against a wall, straddling him when they are in bed.

Izuna cannot fight her Taijutsu, and because the kunoichi learned to avoid his glance, he has no way of escaping the torture.

All that remains is to submit to the fiery touches with which Sakura enjoys teasing him, feeling his cock squirm at every touch.

Anyway, both also love soft, delicate, and romantic sex. They alternate their encounters between uncontrolled, passionate situations, adding sweetness and delicacy.

Feeling Izuna’s light kisses travel all over her body is something that drives her crazy, and while he pays special attention to her nipples, leaving slight marks, she massages her clit at a slow pace.

Before the sassy image of Sakura touching herself under him, the Uchiha cannot avoid imitating her, and moves his hand slowly over his member while he continues paying special attention to his lover.

When their bodies finally unite, the heat is too much, and it does not take them long to finish both at the same time. Their nights are eternal when they take their time praising each other in this peaceful way.

#uchiha madara #uchiha izuna #haruno sakura #madasaku #izusaku #madara x sakura #izuna x sakura #madasaku headcanons #madara uchiha #izuna uchiha #sakura haruno #madara #izuna #sakura #naruto shippuden #naruto imagines #naruto x reader

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mylifeisactuallyamess · 3 years ago

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General Hux x Female Reader

A/N: Continuing with this fic and now apparently I need to do a new board for every chapter because I am that invested! @autumnleaves1991-blog little tag for you as you inspired all of this 🥰

Warnings: some angst, I was tired when I wrote some of it 🤣 i.e Hux & Phasma, alcohol, drunk feelings, bit of a filler chapter.

Word Count: 3661

Read Part 3 here on AO3.

Hux marched down the corridors, he knew he was late. The silence that permeated the ship told him only a skeleton crew was on right now. He had got wrapped up in work and making sure Ren and the Knights had something to occupy their tiny brains away from the ship. Away from you. He tugged on his gloves, pulling them even tighter against the tips of his fingers, ignoring the way the leather seemed to chafe all of a sudden. His hands were clammy and he hated the sensation, it was like emotion was leaking out of his very pores and he felt disgusted by it. When did the corridors become so warm?

He tugged on the collar of his uniform as your door came into sight and he paused. It was so late. Maybe you weren’t awake, he should leave and return in the morning, but would you think him rude if you had stayed up and he didn’t even knock? He rolled his eyes at his stupidity, this was his ship. If he wanted to knock on someone’s door at whatever o’clock. He would. His knuckles rapped smartly on the durasteel and he instantly curled them behind his back, clutching his hands together to try and ground himself. This was stupid so stupid. He was about to move away thinking you’d fallen asleep when the door opened to reveal you in a light night dress and gown that trailed along the floor, it had wide sleeves that flared around your arms and you held a glass of wine. Your eyes flashed, a toothy grin split your face and before he could react you’d grabbed the material of his uniform and hauled him into your room. The door closed behind him and he swallowed loudly, smoothing the front of his uniform down but not forgetting the way you’d grabbed him. His body had instantly reacted with panic and he tried to ignore the way his hands shook.

“I didn’t think you were going to make it!” You exclaimed slightly louder than normal. His eyes did a quick study of your room, noticing the half empty bottle and to his dismay the covered dishes that were no doubt cold now.

“I must apologise for my tardiness.” You snorted loudly and he looked up in surprise at the noise, his eyebrows shooting up before he managed to control himself.

“I started without you.” He watched as you flopped down on the sofa, the light gown billowing around you, highlighting your curves in the dim light and he snapped his gaze back to the table.

“I had to oversee the departure of….” He started to explain but your hand waved in a dismissive way and for the first time he felt annoyed with you.

“I expected no less General.” Oh. His spine straightened at the use of his title.

“I shall take my leave, my Lady.” Your head whipped around at his haughty tone, pinning him to the spot with a glare he’d never seen before. He felt a flush begin to creep down his body and his brain slowly stuttered to a stop at the power you wielded in that moment.

“You said you would stop by for dinner. So dinner we shall have.” Hux nodded curtly, not entirely sure what was happening and he felt lost as you stalked towards him. You slammed your glass down on the table and sat with exaggerated flair, he moved from habit to push your chair in before you completed the movement but you ignored his effort. He sat opposite you, removing his gloves and feeling his fingers breathe for the first time all day. He couldn’t stop his eyes from being drawn to your face, your mouth was set in a hard line and you refused to look up. Hux held in a sigh and wondered if it was such a good idea having you on the ship, maybe he could send you back to Arkanis and he would then forget you existed. His heart skipped a beat at the thought and he instantly knew that wasn’t an option, but if you didn’t want to be here…. He took a mouthful of food controlling his expression to a blank one as the cold food rolled around his mouth. He should be used to this, the amount of meals he left to go cold before he managed to nibble on them or the amount he outright missed. Food was never delicious anymore but he could tell this meal would have been, if he had arrived on time. He forced himself to swallow not wanting to offer any more insult to you, recognising the native Arkanis herbs spicing the meat and he deduced you’d cooked this yourself. That feeling was creeping up on him again, the one that left him shaken and questioning who he was. Guilt.

“Did you cook this?” He asked after forcing another mouthful down. He looked up when you didn’t reply, seeing you shove the food around your plate in a halfhearted way.

“I needed something to occupy myself,” you said softly and his heart ceased beating at the wistfulness of your tone.

“Do you miss it?” He asked desperately, trying to engage you in some sort of conversation. He felt you were slipping away from him already and you’d been here less than a day. He had been so ready to trust someone and yet he had ruined that in the first few hours of being anywhere near you. Because that’s who he was. It’s all he was capable of.

“Arkanis? No.” He watched the column of your neck as you drank the last dregs of your glass and he automatically rose, the noise of his chair loud on the floor. You straightened as he neared you with the new bottle, the only sound was the soft splash of the red liquid as it emptied into your glass. Hux tipped the bottle until it was empty and went to retrieve a new one from the cooler. He tried to ignore your heavily lidded eyes watching him break the seal on the new bottle. He needed a drink. It had been a long day and he was having palpitations at the thought of sending you back to that hellhole of a planet if this didn’t work out. “Do you miss it?” You asked, your arm was across your chest as you sat back in your seat, your other hand holding your glass to your lips, staring at him over the rim.

“No. This is my home,” he replied, gesturing around you. “This ship is the only thing that holds any good memories for me.” He pursed his lips, swilling the ruby liquid in his glass. How did you do it? He’d never been this honest, this bare with anyone before and it was alien to him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be so angry before. I am not used to coming….second.” He cocked an eyebrow dragging a gulp from his glass. It seemed he wasn’t the only one prepared to break down barriers. “Why did you marry me? It didn’t benefit you in any way.” He knew you were fishing and it piqued his interest as to why you cared. That tiny spark of hope flared in his chest and he met your steady gaze, he took another sip while he contemplated his answer.

“It got me you.” Oh. It seemed not eating all day and some good wine loosened his tongue and he chose the bold route. The change in your demeanour was noticeable, your gaze went from curious to smouldering with just a subtle movement of your head and Hux knew he couldn’t move even if he wanted to. You captivated him, trapped him in a prison he didn’t know could exist. His fingers tightened on his glass, he had to finish it, maybe if he did it would erase the self doubt in his mind. Maybe it would remove his inhibitions about contact, maybe he’d be able to let go. And right now, there was no one he’d rather let go with.

“Am I just a prize to be paraded around?” Your question surprised him and then it dawned on him, you were testing him. Finding out his reasoning as to why he said what he did.

“You’re so much more,” he offered, his arm resting nonchalantly over the back of his chair. He poured more wine into his glass before sliding the bottle across the table and you caught it.

“How so?” You asked cocking your head inquisitively and he shifted in his seat feeling uncomfortably warm again.

“You make me say things, pieces of myself that I’ve never shared with another living soul.” He sounded stupid. This wine was making him stupid, but he drank more anyway to try and rid himself of the shame that clouded his mind.

“I do?” His breath hitched at your soft tone and he nodded not knowing what else to say. You hummed slightly, your eyes lowering as you rolled the glass against your lips.

Hux found himself focusing on your face, every tiny infliction that crossed your expression, the way your eyes moved side to side, your bottom lip dragged through your teeth and he felt himself melting into his chair wondering what that felt like. “Armitage,” his name seemed to revive him from his thoughts but you weren’t sitting down anymore, you were standing next to him. His heart jumped, the butterflies in his stomach coming alive at a moment's notice, your hand was hesitant before settling on his shoulder. Even through the padding he could feel your feather light touch and it raced down his body right to his crotch and he shifted again. No one had ever had this effect on him before, not even in the academy days, not as an adult not ever. His eyes closed briefly before snapping them open again as you bent forward, your flimsy gown revealing far more skin than he’d ever seen of a woman and he tried to focus on your eyes. Your clean scent washed over him and he breathed you in, your hair brushed against his nose as you gently pressed your warm lips to his cheek. It was intimate, so soft, so perfect he found himself turning and your lips met his almost by accident. You pulled away, licking your lips, savouring the taste of him. Hux was frozen, trapped like a purrgil in the lights of a ship not knowing which way to turn. So you took control.

You tipped his head back, capturing his wine stained lips with yours again, your hand brushing his cheek feeling the hint of stubble that you couldn’t see in the dim light. His hand hovered in midair as though he was unsure if he should touch you until it finally settled on the back of your head, applying more pressure to the kiss and he exhaled softly though his nose. Pulling away, you turned and headed to the sofa, maybe that was enough for tonight, your head was already swimming but apparently, it wasn’t. Hux stood up, his bare hands grabbing yours, stopping you from moving away from him. He tugged on you, spinning you back round and boldly grabbing your face. His lips were so soft and you found yourself melting against him, your hands fisting in his uniform at his hips pulling his body even closer. You teased his lips, manipulating him to open up and sliding your tongue inside his heated mouth, the groan that rose from his chest surprised him as much as it surprised you and he withdrew. His bright green eyes were blown wide and he knocked into the chair behind him, stumbling slightly in his haste.

“I-I should go.” Before you could draw in a breath to protest the door was closing behind him leaving you in deafening silence.

Hux spent the night staring at his ceiling as every feeling imaginable coursed through his body. You had kissed him, you had kissed him back, the feel of your lips hadn't left him all night and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to concentrate at all today. He contemplated sending a memo that he was ill but he didn’t need rumours flooding the ship now. Plus, without the influence of wine you’d probably see him in a different light, an ugly light and wonder what you were doing. The thought deflated him, and he rose ready to put aside all these ridiculous feelings and get stuck into work.

He entered the bridge and instantly he saw Dopheld talking to someone he didn’t recognise, they were in an officers uniform and Hux frowned. Was he really that hungover he didn’t recognise one of his own officers? As he drew level with the pair the officer turned and his entire world stopped. It was you. Standing there like you’d been doing this your whole life, the uniform made you look like you’d been here since the ship had been built making Hux feel jittery. He had hoped to keep your identity secret at least for a time, until people had got used to you being onboard. Dopheld noticed the tension between you both but chose not to comment and instead addressed Hux like he did every morning. But Hux was barely listening, the bright glittering lights of hyperspace reflected in the depths of your eyes and he couldn't look away as you gazed at him. The kiss came to the forefront of his mind and the alien tingle erupted all over his body again rendering him utterly useless on the bridge of his own ship.

“When we arrive at Coruscant, Commander Ren and the Knights are requesting permission to disembark upon the ship…”

“Wait. What?” Snapped Hux. His voice was rough from lack of use and he cleared his throat before addressing Mitaka again. “They finished their mission?”

“A-apparently so.” Damn. Hux’s intense gaze alighted on you briefly before orders began to fall from his mouth.

“The officer here needs to have mental resistance training today.” Mitaka’s eyes widened and he dutifully tapped into the datapad.

“There is an opening, in 5 minutes.”

“Escort her.” Said Hux abruptly before turning away and heading to his office. He didn’t want to say more, not on the bridge where the hub of gossip originated. He slumped at his desk with a sigh, staring at the notifications he had left last night. They blinked wildly from his datapad, mission reports, planetary statuses, fleet positioning, it was all here at his fingertips. He sent a request for Phasma before getting stuck in and approving what he needed to approve. She arrived in all her silver finery, removing her helmet to reveal her piercing blue eyes and shock of blonde hair before seating herself at his desk.

“You summoned me?”

“I did,” he answered, not even looking up. “I need you to watch the VIP in the officers deck.”

“You mean your wife.” Hux’s jaw clenched tightly, the pain shooting to his brain before working to release the muscle, his eyes rose finally to meet Phasma’s curious blue ones.

“Where did you hear that?” He asked, a dangerous edge to his tone, but Phasma wasn’t phased.

“You know Dopheld can’t keep his mouth shut.” She replied with a smirk. Damn it. He was going to have to lay down some ground rules with you and he already knew you weren’t going to like them.

“Can you shut him up?” He asked quietly and Phasma’s smirk widened.

“So it’s true?” She asked gleefully.

“Yes it’s true but can you stop the information spreading anymore?” She snorted softly.

“Gossip spreads on this ship like Bantha disease. You’ll be lucky if the technicians don’t already know.” Hux threw down his datapad with a groan, rubbing his tired eyes trying to bring some life back to his face. “It’s not the worst thing that could happen,” she offered, trying to reassure him. “Makes you seem human at least. There was rumour going around that you were a droid.”

“Excuse me?” Phasma shrugged like it was nothing.

“That one started organically, no one sees you eat or drink caf or pee…”

“Why would I let people see me pee?” He asked incredulously.

“I don’t know. To prove you’re not a droid.” She finished.

“This is ridiculous.” He huffed. “You’re all ridiculous.”

“What’s this I hear Ren is coming back? It’s only been a day or so and I’m already missing my sparring partner.”

“You know I don’t approve of your closeness with the Commander.” Phasma shrugged. She knew the hatred that existed between Ren and Hux and honestly she didn’t care. Ren was a good sparring partner but Hux had given her a life and that gave him her undying loyalty. Until she didn’t need him anymore. “But yes he is returning to the ship so I need you to watch the VIP.” Phasma stood, she read between the lines, she noted Hux’s posture and registered little things about him that no one else would. He was worried for you not that he’d ever admit it.

“Consider it taken care of, General.”

“Thank you, Captain.”

The day was arduous making Hux feel exhausted and he automatically went straight to his quarters. He felt he wouldn’t be welcome in yours after leaving so abruptly the night before. It was late and he stifled a yawn as he punched in the code for his door, it opened and he froze. You were sitting at his table, the hat you’d been wearing was on the table, your boots placed neatly next to your chair, your uniform was undone to reveal the standard black tank top underneath and he momentarily forgot to breathe. He forced himself to step inside letting the door close as he struggled to find something to say.

“Seems I’m not cut out for this,” you murmured. He saw you’d found his bottle of liquor, two glasses were on the table but only yours had the brown liquid in. “I thought I could pretend to be an officer for the day but people kept asking me questions…” Hux’s blood ran cold, he’d never assumed people would look at you as an actual officer, but then he did refer to you as that on the bridge. Damn it. He thought his staff had more sense about them, though he did take the time to memorise every face and name that was under his command; he doubted anyone else took the time and effort to do that.

“What do you think you’re playing at?” He asked, his voice low and pointed as he tried to keep the command from his tone. He was tired and he could feel his patience slipping.

“I thought I could fit in…”

“You were supposed to stay in your quarters.” He enforced, stepping forward. Your eyes flashed as you finally turned to look at him.

“Right. So I am a prize. Or am I a prisoner?” He felt his anger flare at the venom in your voice and he realised this could get heated fairly quickly.

“You chose to come aboard my ship!”

“Yes but I didn’t really know what I was letting myself in for, did I?” You spat. “If I’d known it would be like this I might as well have stayed on Arkanis and looked after that big house all on my own.” Hux bristled. What did you expect? This was a battleship, his pride and joy. His sweat, blood and downright determination had gone into acquiring this position he held now and he wasn’t going to let anyone ruin that and if it meant sending you home….it meant sending you home.

“Maybe you should.” He turned away to lean on the back of the sofa, he was too exhausted for this. He thought this could work but you were too headstrong, too curious. And he worried it was going to get you killed or worse, undermine his position.

“I guess I shall make the necessary arrangements.” You said standing up. “I clearly know when I am not wanted.” Hux closed his eyes trying to suppress his rising temper, but he didn’t succeed.

“What do you want from me?” He snarled, spinning abruptly to face you. “You chose to come aboard my ship,” he advanced on you, his height an advantage in creating an imposing figure as you backed away from him. “This is a working battleship. The very flagship of the First Order I am in charge here, this is all mine. I don’t have time to play husband and wife.” The hurt was evident on your face as your back nudged into the wall, the boots you’d been wearing were held tightly in your hands and Hux was suddenly thrown back to a memory with his father.

He had done something wrong, he was always doing something wrong in Brendol’s eyes. He remembered his father yelling all ruddy faced as he backed Hux into a corner, the sting of a back slap following swiftly after. It appalled him, especially now when he saw his own hands balled at his sides, trying to stop from raising them like his father had done. His eyes slowly met yours, the anger melting away in the face of your wide eyed worried look. He wanted to apologise but the words wouldn’t slip past the obstruction in his throat so he stepped back. He closed his eyes as you silently slipped past him leaving his quarters in such a hurry and he silently cursed himself over and over again. Why was he like this? Why did he ruin everything? He stalked over to his table, aggressively pouring a large glass as he fought with the fasting at the collar of his uniform. First thing in the morning, he was sending off the details for your transfer back to Arkanis.

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spaced-out-imagines · 5 years ago

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Reunion (Senkuu x reader)

warnings: none!

A/n: another oneshot that I wrote a while ago when I was stockpiling imagines before opening this blog. This is my first time writing for Senkuu so I hope he’s not too ooc. I hope you enjoy!

The first thing you saw when you were de-petrified was a man’s face, his long hair framing it. He had a gentle smile as he reached a hand out to you, helping you up off the ground.

“Welcome to the stone world,” he told you. You simply looked around confused, the last thing you remember was being inside your high school looking for your boyfriend, Senkuu, and then moments later you suddenly couldn’t move. You were clearly no longer in your high school and wilderness surrounded you instead.

The man must have noticed your confused face because he said, “you must have a lot of questions, but for now let’s get you back to our base. My name is Tsukasa by the way.” He gestured for the other people accompanying him to follow, as he led the way. You and the three other people who were just de-petrified followed obediently in silence.

You soon reached a large base by a cliff. There were people walking around, each doing their jobs. As you walked they made sure to stay out of the way for Tsukasa, in turn giving you a clear path. He led you to what seemed to be a living space, as there were some people resting in personal rooms. Tsukasa stopped at the end of the hall and turned back to look at the four of you.

“Here are your rooms. You can use this day to familiarize with the place and to get used to the situation, but tomorrow you will receive jobs for you to complete,” he told you, “I can tell you this however. 3700 years ago, all of humanity was petrified and currently we are the only humans who have broken free. My goal is to make this stone world a haven for the innocent young people, to cleanse humanity. So I ask you for your help.”

Hearing this your heart dropped into your stomach. Cleansing humanity? That was insane, sure there were some bad people in this world but there were also good ones. Cleansing humanity wasn’t the answer.

At the moment however, you simply nodded. You knew if you went against Tsukasa nothing good would come from it.

“Excellent. Well if no one has any other immediate questions I’m afraid I have to go,” he said, starting to leave. The other three went into their rooms but you quickly tapped Tsukasa on the back.

“Tsukasa? Sorry to bother you but I have a quick question,” you said hesitatingly.

“Of course. What is it?” He said, turning back to look at you.

“Um well… Have you seen a boy named Senkuu Ishigami around? I was wondering if anyone has seen him. Oh what about a Taiju Oki or a Yuzuriha Ogawa?”

Tsukasa’s face darkened slightly before going back to normal. A shiver ran down your spine. Something about that look he just had scared you.

“Senkuu Ishigami is not here anymore. But Taiju and Yuzuriha are around, their individual quarters are down the hall, you might be able to find them there,” he answered before striding off.

“He’s not here anymore?” You thought, confused by Tsukasa’s wording. You followed his directions and eventually found what you assumed was one of their quarters. You knocked on the wall beside the opening to the room, a curtain separating the room from the hall.

“Coming!” you heard from inside. A couple of seconds later the curtain opened and there stood Yuzuriha. She paused for a second when she saw you before leaping at you for a hug. You hugged her back as she squeezed you tightly.

“Oh my god! Y/n you’re here! It’s been so long,” she said as she pulled back, allowing you to see the tears that had welled up in her eyes, “I’ve missed you so much, Taiju has also missed you! And don’t even get me started on Senkuu. He was looking for you everywhere but we were never able to find you. He said that he’d find you eventually but Taiju and I could tell that he missed you a lot more than he let on.”

“I’m happy to see you too Yuzuriha, although to me it feels like it hasn’t been that long,” you laughed slightly, “where is Taiju anyways? Tsukasa said he was here but then he also said Senkuu wasn’t here anymore? What did he mean by that?”

Yuzuriha’s face fell a little and her eyes darted up and down the hall. Once she saw no one was there she looked back at you. “Taiju is doing a job right now but he will be back soon. Come inside and I’ll try to catch you up to the best of my ability.”

She pulled you into the room, closing the curtain again. You both sat on her bed as she began to tell you everything.

Yuzuriha explained how she was revived by Senkuu and Taiju around a year ago and how they made their way to Hakone to obtain gunpowder. In the middle of her explanation Taiju came in and burst into tears upon seeing you. After squeezing the living daylights out of you, he also joined the explanation. Taiju told you about the year he and Senkuu were alone, experimenting with the revival fluid and trying to survive. They then told you about how Tsukasa killed Senkuu, but he managed to live thanks to the petrification on his neck and how they went separate ways after that to carry out their respective missions.

By the end you were almost crying, having to hear about all the hardships they went through. Hearing about how Senkuu almost died was enough to bring you to tears, but you managed to hold them back. Yuzuriha gently hugged you, trying to comfort you and you appreciated the gesture. After you composed yourself, you looked back at them and asked, “Are you in contact with Senkuu now? Is he okay?”

They both shared a look and smiled at you. “Actually… we’ve been calling him for the past little while thanks to the cell phone he made with the people he met after we separated,” Taiju said.

“We’re working on a plan to secure the cave of miracles so that we can fight back against Tsukasa. The plan is going to be executed in the next few days and we’ll be meeting up with Senkuu there,” Yuzuriha finished. “Do you want to come with us?”

You grinned at the two of them, “do you even have to ask? Of course I’m in.”

(...)

A couple of days later the three of you made your way to the Kingdom of Science’s camp. You nervously walked beside Yuzuriha, with Taijuu leading the way. She seemed to pick up on your anxiousness as she looked at you.

“Y/n is something wrong?” she asked.

“Uh well… I’m just a bit nervous about this operation. I hope everything goes well,” you replied after a second.

“Anything else?”

You sighed, “I guess I’m a little nervous to see Senkuu… For him it’s been almost two years since we’ve seen each other.”

She patted you on the back, “you don’t have to be nervous about that. I’m sure Senkuu will be ecstatic to see you.”

You gave her a shaky smile as thanks when Taiju suddenly stopped after breaking through the treeline. He stood there for a second before rushing forward, you and Yuzuriha quickly following.

“Senkuu!” he yelled, diving to hug the green-haired male who dodged around him before patting him on the back.

“Good to see you too you big oaf,” he snickered. “You too Yuzuri-” Senkuu stopped abruptly as he made eye contact with you.

You simply stared back, tears welling up in your eyes again. Even though it's been 3700 years, he was still the Senkuu you knew and loved. Maybe he grew a little taller and built up some muscle but you could tell just by looking at him he was still the science-loving mad man you were dating all those years ago.

You smiled shakily through the tears. “Hey Senkuu,” you choked out.

Senkuu slowly walked up to you. When he stood in front of you he reached up with a trembling hand and cupped your cheek gently, as if you were an illusion created by his mind. Once his palm met your warm cheek he took a shuddery breath.

“Y/n…” he breathed out, eyes wide and staring at you.

“Yeah it’s me,” you said, placing your hand on top of his, “I’m back Senkuu.”

Tears started to well up in his eyes as he pulled you into a tight hug. You squeezed him back just as tightly, gripping onto the back of his shirt as you let your tears fall. Both of you stood there for a few minutes, not wanting to let go. You did eventually pull apart enough for Senkuu to rest your foreheads together.

“I looked for you everywhere… I was so worried that I would never find you,” he whispered.

“I know, I know… I’m here now though. And you won’t lose me again, I’m ten billion percent certain of that,” you replied with a smile.

Senkuu chuckled under his breath, “stealing my catchphrase are you?”

You laughed as well, “you love me for it.”

“I really do,” he said before pulling you into a loving kiss. Finally you were back in his arms, and you were going to make sure that you would never be separated again. Because you knew that you would do whatever it takes to make sure he didn’t lose you a second time.

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whittakerjodie · 5 years ago

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Fortunate Accident? ( 13th Doctor X Reader )

Prompt: \” the reader gets into trouble and somehow gets powers (like what happens to Captain Marvel). Doctor is Worried ™️ but reader is really happy bc they’ve always wanted superpowers, and is a massive superhero nerd 😂 I love your blog btw 😄💛” - requested by @by-the-primes

A/N thanks for this cute, fun request! I had a lot of fun writing this, I hope you enjoy!

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: needle mentions, experimentation mentions, evil dudes, etc.

You had to stop trusting random aliens you ran into on adventures. You thought that after years and years of traveling in the TARDIS you would learn how to better weed out the bad ones, but more often than not one would slip past your judgment.

Plus, this one had been so nice. He'd shown you and the Fam around the laboratory with an almost contagious enthusiasm. When the tour ended and the trouble started, he'd just as enthusiastically helped you escape death yet again when the two of you found yourselves separated from the rest of the fam. What were you meant to think?

You began to suspect trouble when you easily walked around the endless laboratory halls. You wandered without any interference from the monsters that had escaped the testing chambers and caused all the ruckus- something you found suspiciously lucky, considering they were large and feral enough to send the entire group scattering for their lives.

All of your discussion seemed to point back to one thing: your species, which you also felt weird about. You tried to write it off as an alien scientist doing simple research, but some of his questions were borderline invasive. After his 12th question, you tried to ask him some questions. He didn't answer them.

After several more minutes walking (in which the only noise was your footsteps and the distant sounds of screeching) the Scientist stopped. You were in front of a doorway, and he was holding the door open for you.

"Here, you go in first. I know the pass code to lock it from the outside, so we'll be safe from the monsters."

Another screech sounded in the corridor, sounding much closer. Your heart rate spiked and you didn't wait to consider the faults in what he'd said. You stepped into the room, taking it in. It seemed like a.. surgical room? Before you could turn to ask the Scientist how this could possibly be the safest room in the laboratory, his hand forcefully grabbed your neck and shoved you into the wall.

The collision sent your thoughts into a whirlwind and you tried to duck out of his grip. (You’d picked up quite a few evasive tricks during your time as a time traveler) Unfortunately, before you could a sharp pain shot through you. Your hand felt much too heavy as you reached up in an attempt to pull the needle out.

“What the hell?" You groaned, panicking. Why was he doing this? what was happening?

"Did you know that I've never experimented on a human before?" The Scientist whispered. You felt sick at his enthusiastic tone. Although he'd had it the entire time, it was different now; it was sinister, corrupt.

You couldn't struggle anymore- The sedative was slowly shutting down any movement as it pulled you into unconsciousness. Stay awake!! you yelled. It fell on deaf ears, however, and you couldn't stop him from dragging your limp body over to the operating table. The last thing you heard before your consciousness gave in was:

"This will make for very good research"

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Waking up was quite the moment. Your first thought was wow, its nice and comfy right now. You could make the educated guess that someone was holding you, which would normally make you very panicked if they weren't so comfortable. You stirred, trying to revive the limbs that had been shut down. It worked, but the pain started to creep in to replace the numbness resulting in an end to your comfort. You hissed, trying to stretch.

"Y/N! You're awake!" Yaz. Was she holding you? No; her voice was far away. The Doctors voice was the one nearly right next to your ear.

"Hey you" She softly whispered. You opened your eyes, all pain briefly pushed aside. She looked so scared. Why does she look like that? You thought. Who gave her that face? Do I need to fight somebody? As your panic grew, your body became hotter and hotter until-

The Doctor yelped and dropped you. You yelled in pain, anger coursing through you. When you sat up, you could see what was wrong. You jumped back, trying to get away from the sparks that were rapidly firing out of your hands. Only when your back was against the TARDIS interior walls did you realize you couldn't escape them. The Doctor and the rest of the Fam ran towards you, trying to get you to calm down.

The Doctor closed your eyes, kneeling at your side. "Breath, Y/N, breathe"

You did as she directed, each breath helping cool your body down. You tried not to focus on what the others were discussing and counted your breaths. It took several minutes, but you could calmly relax into the arms of your friends without the sparks igniting again.

When you opened your eyes, you glanced at the Doctor first.

"What the HELL was that?"

She walked you to the library, telling you it was best if you sat down in private. You sat on one of the sofas across from her, nervously twitching as the sparks threatened to leap from your fingertips again. Why was it happening every time your emotions spiked?

The Doctor filled you in on every last detail: How the monsters were actually failed experiments and how the Scientist had been working for the planet's military to enhance their warriors. How she'd found him experimenting on you. (when she spoke of that particular event, her voice hitched and it was your turn to calm her down) Finally, she told you she'd have to keep a close eye on you because of what he'd done.

"But what exactly did he do, Doctor?" You asked. "What was that, with the sparks coming out of me?"

The Doctor thought for a moment.

"Truthfully, I don't know... the purpose of the experiments was to enhance soldiers, so it's clearly some power-"

"Wait, like a superpower?!?!" You couldn't help the excitement taking over, causing you to yell. Maybe this wasn't such a bad thing? You didn’t notice the sparks burning holes into the couch.

"Well, I wouldn't exactly say-" You felt the heat rise in you along with the excitement and experimentally flicked your hand towards the library's fireplace. The small sparks merged into one large blue spark. The flames erupted, making you jump back. Your heart rate shot through the roof as you laughed. (out of fear or excitement? you didn't know at this point)

"That's totally a superpower" You squealed. "well, it could be if I work on it,"

"Y/N, you do understand what's happened, right? This could go very badly." She said, flabbergasted at how quickly you’d shifted from scared to ecstatic.

"Yes, but it could also go very goodly" You countered. When the timelord raised a brow you corrected yourself. "Well. this could go very well"

She still didn't seem convinced.

"I've always loved superheroes, Doctor. I thought you were about to tell me i’d turn into one of those monsters or something." You grabbed her hands excitedly. "I'm sure we can fix this, or at least make the best of it. Help me out?"

She let you lift her from her seat, dragging her towards a room where you could exercise this new ability. It didn't come from a good place, but you were determined to make it your own, and you had a hell of a helper.

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wolfpawn · 4 years ago

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I Hate You, I Love You, Chapter 142

Chapter Summary - Danielle's cousin Siobhan and her boyfriend come to London sparking Tom to realise he never knew something about Danielle.

Previous Chapter

Rating - Mature (some chapters contain smut)

Triggers - references to Tom Hiddleston’s work with the #MeToo Movement. That chapter will be tagged accordingly.

authors Note - I have been working on this for the last 3 years, it is currently 180+ chapters long. This will be updated daily, so long as I can get time to do so, obviously.

tags: @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog @jessibelle-nerdy-mum @nonsensicalobsessions @damalseer @hiddlesbitch1 @winterisakiller @fairlightswiftly @salempoe @wolfsmom1 @black-ninja-blade

In certain areas of Ireland, Irish is still the first spoken language, not English, including parts of Connemara, Kerry, Cork and Donegal, amongst others. Kids actually do not speak English in the home with their family, it is not their first tongue.

The amount of times I have physically grimaced in the face of Americans and British people who try to tell me how our names are pronounced and spelt because they have had someone in their family 5 generations go that was Irish, so of course, they know more than someone raised in Irish, is growing by the day.

Right, here is a fun fact. Irish is not a phonetic language. The names are Siobhan - Shiv-awn Dáithí - Dah-hee Caoilfhionn - Kee-lin Aoife - Ee-fa

'Guess who?’ A pair of hands came over Danielle’s eyes.

‘How many Irish people do you expect me to know in the one station at the time you are arriving in?’ She laughed as she turned around to hug her cousin. ‘How was your journey?’

‘Confusing, Heathrow is mad.’

‘You get used to it.’ She looked at the guy that was next to her cousin. ‘And you must be Dáithí.’ She smiled, leaning forward and giving him a hug. ‘I believe it’s your first time to these parts.’

‘Tis, alright.’

‘Ah, a Waterford man. Speak slowly for them here, if you don’t they’ll be easily confused.’ The pair laughed. So, this is where we need to go to get the Northern Line.’ She instructed, taking them to the correct area of the station to get to their destination. ‘Tom and I are taking you two out for dinner and we will drop you at your hotel afterwards, alright?’

‘What, no Danielle, don’t worry yourself.’

‘I am not worrying myself, I mean it, we want to do this for you. Nothing fancy, just lovely Indian we always use, and this is not your local takeaway place; if it says spicy, it fucking means it.’

‘How are you with a privately educated Brit, you are too normal.’

‘Tom is not averse to swearing, I assure you.’ Danielle laughed as they got to the platform. ‘Four minutes.’ She stated, looking at the time for the next train, a man close to them seeing the sign and swearing at it as he did. ‘One thing about these parts, four minutes may as well be five hours, the way some people act.’

‘They’d die in Ireland.’

‘Yes, so don’t get too bothered when they start huffing and puffing like they want to blow down a house of straw in a few minutes.’ Danielle stated as she watched the time to the next train come down. When they got to the correct station, she ordered them off and walked them to the right house.

‘Wait, you live here?’

‘Yes.’ Danielle laughed at her cousin. ‘What were you expecting?’

‘It’s just so you.’

‘Well, it’s Toms, actually, not mine, but yes. I love it.’ She put the key in the door just as she heard Siobhan fawning. ‘I hope you like dogs, Dáithí.’

‘We have three at my Mam’s.’

‘Grand so.’ She opened the door, the dogs immediately rushing over. ‘Bed.’ Mac looked as though he had been struck, disheartened, he trotted to his bed, groaning as he did, Bobby looking between his big brother and the new humans to sniff before finally sensing Danielle’s body language was stern and trotting there sadly.

‘You’re so mean.’ Siobhan commented. ‘He’s only a puppy.’

‘Yep, he is.’ Danielle nodded, saying nothing more.

‘You are going to be the Mom that every other child in the school fears, you know that, right?’

‘Probably.’ Danielle acknowledged. ‘But then, my kids wouldn’t be the little shits running around the shop making a mess and back answering teachers.’

‘Yeah, that’s true actually.’ Siobhan conceded. ‘Is Tom here?’

‘Yes, he is working on something in his office, he’ll be down when he realises we’re here. Put your bags over there and we’ll get tea. I have Barry’s.’

‘What does Tom think of it?’

‘Tom maintains it’s fine, nothing special about it….but seems to find himself going for the box of that over the box of PG Tips.’ Danielle smiled, causing the other two to laugh. A moment later, the dogs’ ears shot up. ‘Here he is.’ When the sound of footfalls on the stairs became apparent, Danielle made another cup of tea.

A moment later, Tom walked into the room, an empty cup in his hand. ‘Hello.’ He smiled, before putting down the cup and walking over to Siobhan. ‘Great to see you again, did you have a good flight?’ He gave her a hug.

‘Hello, yes, it was fine, it’s so short you are hardly in the air when you are coming down again.’ She joked. ‘Tom, this is Dáithí, Dáithí, this is clearly Tom, Danielle’s….what do you call it?’

‘Long-suffering fool.’ Danielle jested as both men shook hands; when they were done, she walked over to Tom. ‘I’ll trade.’ She held out the fresh cup of tea and took the coffee mug off him.

‘That’s a good trade.’ Tom grinned. ‘What have I missed?’

‘Just that Danielle is going to be that mother that if she says “Sit Down” in a restaurant, her kids, all other kids, four husbands and a waiter will obey out of sheer fear alone.’ Siobhan recapped. ‘Ooh, did I show you the pictures of Laura’s baby?’

‘No, show me now.’ Danielle rushed over. ‘Oh my God, she looks so like her and you.’

‘I know. She is the cutest thing. I steal her any time I see her.’ Siobhan moved through the pictures.

‘How did Bernie take it?’

‘Oh, she’s the doting grandmother now.’

‘Of course, she is.’ Danielle rolled her eyes, having known her aunt’s reaction to the pregnancy. ‘Oh, before I forget, stay here, I have two outfits I got for her that I want you to bring back.’ Danielle left the room and went up the stairs to retrieve the bag with the little outfits she had purchased on hearing of the safe arrival of her cousin’s daughter. When she went back into the kitchen, Tom looked utterly baffled. ‘Is everything okay?’

‘Say Laura’s baby’s name.’ Siobhan laughed.

‘Why?’

‘Just say it.’ she encouraged.

‘Caoilfhionn Aoife McNamara.’ Danielle looked at them all.

‘See.’ Siobhan beamed.

‘What’s going on?’ Danielle asked.

‘Tom saw how Caoilfhionn is spelt.’ Dáithí explained.

‘Ah, right.’ Danielle, realising there was no actual problem, went over to Siobhan with the bag. ‘You had me worried.’

‘Worried...how the fuck is that word pronounced like that?’ Tom exclaimed.

‘Because it is.’ Danielle shrugged. ‘That’s Irish, it’s not even in the same branch of languages as English, it is very close to Scottish Gael though, your dad might have known speakers of that growing up.’

‘There’s an “f” in it.’

‘Yes, I know. I know how to spell it.’ Danielle stated.

‘You do know Danielle was raised in Connemara. Her parents didn’t speak to her in English all her life, right?’ Siobhan pointed out.

Tom stared at Danielle. ‘What?’

‘Connemara is a Gaeltacht, the first language in those regions is Irish, not English.’ She shrugged. ‘Everyone there speaks Irish as their first language.’

‘But your mother was not from there?’

‘No, she was from Beara in Cork, the Cork Gaeltacht.’ She explained. ‘I learnt English in school when I was five.’

‘Really?’

‘Did I not tell you this?’

‘No.’

‘Whoops.’ She gave the bag to Siobhan. ‘Look at the little yellow one.’

‘So...you only spoke English in school?’ Tom reiterated.

‘In English lessons, yes, the rest of the time, we were taught in as Gaeilge so unless I went to Galway for the day with my parents, I could go a couple of days without speaking or hearing a single word of English.’ She looked at his shocked face. ‘You saw how Aoife is spelt too, right?’ He shook his head. ‘How would you spell it.’

‘E.F.A.’ She shook her head. ‘E.E.F.A.?’

Again Danielle shook her head. ‘I’ll give you a hint. The “A” is at the start and the “E” is at the end.’

‘Fuck off. No, you’re just joking now.’

‘A.O.I.F.E.’ She spelt.

‘I…’ Tom sighed. ‘I give up.’

‘Siobhan has a “B”. And Dáithí has a “T”.’ She stated.

‘Why is it so complicated?’

‘Because it is older than English and we like to confuse you.’

‘So that incomprehensible mumbling you do when calculating things is not just gibberish?’

‘Moda means plus, Luda means minus and the rest is usually numbers, all in Irish, all force of habit.’ She explained with a smile.

The evening was pleasant, with Tom and Danielle bringing the younger pair to dinner. When that was done, Danielle drove them to the Travelodge that they were staying at, with a plan to meet them a day or two later to do some sightseeing with them before saying their farewells.

While tidying the house for the evening, Tom found himself looking at Danielle a lot.

‘Dare I ask?’

‘So in all respects, this is your second language, English?’

‘Are you still bothered by that?’ She asked curiously.

‘I just never thought…’

‘When the Plantations occurred, and the Cromwellian situation after, most of the Irish were hunted to Connacht, where the land was wet and as a result, the language never waned as it did in other areas, famine, war, none of it took the language there. Sure, look at the Welsh, their language all but died and was revived, now it is a popular language in some parts of there again.’

‘I know, I just...Do you think in Irish or in English?’

‘It varies from moment to moment.’ She smirked, using his line, causing him to smile. ‘When I am at home here, tidying and what not, more often, in Irish I suppose. I speak Irish to the dogs some days or listen to Radio na Gaeltachta online or something. I get worried I will lose it sometimes. I love my language.’

‘I never even considered it.’ He confessed. ‘How come I never hear it on?’

‘I rarely have the radio on when you are home.’

‘Well, from now on, if you want to listen and I am here, please do.’

‘You won’t understand three words.’

‘No, I won’t, but it matter to you, and so long as it is not secretly trying to plan some form of attack on my home, I don’t particularly mind.’ He put his arms around her.

‘Damn, you’re onto them.’ She smiled, leaning up and kissing him.

Tom chuckled for a moment. ‘So, if we decide to have kids, would you speak Irish to them?’

‘Definitely.’

‘I will have to learn it so.’ He kissed her again. ‘Elle?’

‘Hmm?’

‘Please never consider calling one a word I could never hope to spell.’

#tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston fic #i hate you i love you #chapter 142 #wolfpawn

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tendertenebrosity · 5 years ago

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Note: sorry if you read this when it first went up, I wasn’t happy and added a bit to the end!

They walked until the sun set. Tough or not, by the time Everet found a clearing that would serve as a campsite Galen was once again a silent shadow, limping and moving increasingly slowly.

He revived a little once Everet had cautiously lit a small fire for long enough to boil some water and toast the bread and hard cheese. It was a risk, when they might be being followed - but he smothered it soon afterwards, and he hadn’t liked the dull, lifeless look in the mage’s eyes. Everet knew from experience that sometimes hot food and the fleeting glow of a fire did more good than seemed rational.

Sure enough, there was light in Galen’s eyes as he and Everet finished their meal, and he sat up straighter on the other side of the clearing. He watched as Everet took off his boots and mail, laying them out neatly beside the patch of ground he’d claimed as his.

“Do you think we lost them?” Galen asked.

Everet shrugged. “I hope so,” he said. “I don’t think anyone in the group was much good as a woodsman, so I don’t think they can track us. How fast they can move probably depends on what exactly happened with the wagon and how many injured they have.”

“The longer we go, the more likely it seems, right?” Galen asked. He pulled the cloak close and shivered. “That we got away, I mean.”

Everet shrugged. “Yeah. Sure.”

The mage picked at the hem of the cloak, his face unreadable. “Do, um, do you want…”

“Stop trying to give me that back already,” Everet said gruffly. “I’ve got a thick undershirt that isn’t full of holes. You don’t. Until you get some better clothes, keep it.”

Galen wrapped himself up in the cloak and lay down, a dim red bundle in the dappled shadow of the nearest tree. Everet stretched himself out, head on his pack, and stared up at the star-freckled sky. We should have someone on watch. But I can’t ask him to take a watch, and I can’t stay up all night myself. He could already feeling his eyes growing heavy. We’ll just have to risk it.

An indistinct noise brought him back from the brink of sleep. He blinked muzzily at the tracery of tree-branches against the sky.

The sound came again. It sounded like... somebody choking?

No. Somebody crying. Everet propped himself upright on his elbows and looked across the clearing. The shrouded figure of the mage was shuddering. Desperate, tearing sobs came from him, splitting the quiet of the night and filling the clearing with his despair.

Everet hesitated, his stomach dropping. Maybe I should pretend I can’t hear him? Maybe he’d prefer that?

That didn’t seem practical, though, because the mage struggled upright, throwing the cloak aside, frenzied movements in the darkness. Everet could see him sitting there in the dirt, shoulders heaving. He sobbed aloud, a noise that was almost a moan of fear and pain. Nobody could have failed to hear that.

“What is it?” Everet asked, pushing himself up to standing. The desperation in Galen’s voice sent his own heartrate up in sympathy. Surely there had to be something badly wrong. “Is there – did something else – What is it?”

Galen tried to speak past his tears, with difficulty. “It’s – it’s – it’s, no, there’s nothing…” He gave another deep, coughing sob. Then he threw his hands up to his head, fingers in constant motion, winding into his hair and then coming down to cover his face, long fingers pressing over his mouth like that would keep the sobs in. “Maker. Hhk. Oh, Maker, I can’t!”

“I don’t understand,” Everet said. He ventured a few steps closer, and sank to his knees on the ground a few feet away, deeply confused. I shouldn’t be surprised he’s crying, I’d probably cry too if I had the injuries he has. But he’s just been walking and smiling and keeping up with me all day and now he falls apart? What’s different? “Look, I know you must be scared, but I think we’ll be all right. Things will look better in the morning.”

“It’s – not that – hhn – I know, things look better now, I just -”

“Then why are you – how can I…”

“It’s everything!” Galen wailed. He bent nearly double, curling up around his stomach, shaking with the force of his weeping. “I don’t – I don’t know why I – why now? I don’t under, hhh, understand either, I thought I – hk – Maker – ”

It’s everything.

Everet listened to the wrenching sobs. He remembered the mage weeping like this in the hollow, when he’d learned that Everet was going to help him. Everet had asked him to stop and he had, then.

He wasn’t sure it would be a good idea to do that again. Maybe this sort of weeping was something you just needed to get out at some point and could only delay? Fuck if I know. Nobody gives you training in this! It’s not my job!

There’s nobody else around to help with this, though.

“What can I do?” he asked, agonised. He shuffled a little closer on his knees, debating how stupid an idea it was to try to pat the mage on the shoulder. Everet was clumsy enough he’d probably just end up putting his hand directly on one of those burns that made his stomach twist to think about.

“Nothing, nothing, I… oh, you’ve done so much for me already,” Galen croaked. He was still bent double, like the weeping was pulling him apart, like it hurt but he couldn’t stop. “Hk. Hh. You’ve been – you’ve done so m-much, I… I can’t thank you enough…”

Everet cringed. “Don’t,” he said miserably. I haven’t done anything. I wish you’d stop thanking me. I don’t deserve this much gratitude. Nobody who sat there and watched what I did deserves this much gratitude. But you couldn’t argue with and correct somebody crying this hard, could you? “What – what would be easiest for you?” he asked instead. “Do you need me to step away for a bit, or, or…”

“No,” Galen gasped. Then, to Everet’s shock, he turned and threw his weight against Everet’s chest with an undecipherable wet howl of tears, his head down and pressed against Everet’s shoulder.

Everet stared ahead of him into the trees, his mind utterly blank for a moment.

Galen’s frame was small, fragile, shaking with deep, tearing sobs. The movement transferred from his slight frame to Everet’s, and he had to steady himself with a hand on the ground.

“Don’t go,” the mage heaved into his shoulder, in between sobs. His face was hot and damp against Everet’s neck, one hand gripping Everet’s undershirt in a fist. “Please, just… please…”

“I – I won’t,” Everet said, uncertainly. He took a deep breath, dragging in the cold night air, feeling the way his chest moved Galen with it. Don’t go. He needs me here. What the fuck do I do?

He wracked his mind for something to say, and couldn’t find anything that felt right. Don’t cry, kept rising to the surface, and he rejected it. It was obvious Galen was going to cry for a while no matter what anybody said and he didn’t need shame about that on top of everything else.

They were both exhausted and needed their sleep. But maybe the mage needed this more.

“I won’t go. Hey. Okay, okay….” Slowly, carefully, he moved his arms, thinking of the bruises and wounds underneath Galen’s robes. “Is this gonna hurt you?” He put his arms loosely around Galen’s shoulders.

Galen made a wordless noise of denial and pressed a little closer.

“Okay, then.” Everet let his arm settle against Galen’s back. “We’ll just – we’ll just sit here, then. Okay. No problem. It’s going to be fine.”

That was all the words that Everet had, but Galen didn’t seem to object to his silence. He stayed there, weeping into Everet’s shirt, for an unknowable length of time. Everet’s knees went numb and he re-settled his position, but didn’t take his arms away from the mage’s shoulders.

The light shifted, the moonlight deepening. Galen cried like his heart was broken, like nothing would ever be all right, like all the pain and fear of the last week had built up inside him and had to be let out like poison from an infected wound. He held onto Everet like he was the only safe thing in a world that wouldn’t be content unless it was hurting him. As if Everet could protect him. Everet swallowed, his throat dry, and wondered how Galen was going to survive and heal after all of this.

He wondered how Galen had it in him to trust like this, after what had been done to him. He’s a stranger, Everet thought. I barely know him. He barely knows me. But what else am I supposed to do?

Eventually the wordless weeping slowed, weakened. The mage’s fingers haltingly unwound themselves from Everet’s shirt, and Everet opened his arms to let Galen ease himself back away from him. He tried not to look too obviously relieved.

“Th-th-thanks,” Galen gulped. He kept using his hand to shield his eyes, and he sniffled loudly. “I’m sorry. I. I think I can sleep now?”

“You don’t have to be sorry,” Everet said, awkwardly. “But, uh. I’m glad.” He climbed to his feet and backed away. “Good night, Galen. It’ll be okay.”

“It will,” Galen agreed, quietly. “I believe it will. Thank you. Good night.”

#Galen #Everet #Dragon Age whump #my stuff #whump drabble #whump #comfort drabble #sobbing into someone's arms #injuries mention #aftermath of whump

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msjr0119 · 5 years ago

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Return to New York

Part 3

Riley Brooks never returned after being thrown out of the Coronation. Liam cleared her name, and they tried to find her with no luck. One day they returned to New York and by fate she turned up at a cafe due to Daniels ‘meddling’.

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*****

“Please don’t marry him.” Drake sighed regretting saying this. “I just... I am in love with you Riley Brooks, and I can’t watch you with him... I want you to be happy... honestly I do... just give me and Cordonia another chance... then you can make your decision...”

“Drake, I’m marrying him in less than two weeks... I can’t ... I love you too... I... I should go...” Turning around she placed her engagement ring back on her finger, whilst shaking. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since I was thrown out of the coronation Drake, here’s my number. Don’t be a stranger.” Fuck what am I doing? I don’t want to leave him. “Ri... I hope you’re happy. Don’t forget that I love you and always will do.”

Leaving the room she slid down the wall in the hallway unable to contain her emotions- almost reconsidering her actions, wanting to storm through the door and claim Drake as her own as she wanted to all those years ago. Wiping her tears, she was undecided about what her future held for her.

Drake threw the whiskey bottle against the wall as she left, feeling frustrated allowing her to walk away from him again. Believing now that it was never meant to be. The last time Drake cried was possibly when he had lost his father, years later he found himself crying over the girl he lost yet again.

*****

Eleven days after they returned to Cordonia from New York, Maxwell knocked on Liam’s study door. Usually the King would answer straight away- ignoring protocol the Lord barged through the door, immediately regretting his actions.

“Your Majesties, honestly....” Tutting and shaking his head. “Is this what they call working nowadays?”

“Maxwell! Get out of here!”

“Sorry Anna, Jesus I can practically see the baby’s head appearing...” Covering up his wife, Liam’s eyes widened a she focused his gaze towards his friend.

“Maxwell this better be important. What’s up?”

“Ohhh I’ll give you a minute to clean yourselves up... I just needed to ask a favour... rather than sex, why not try giving her a spicy curry?” Maxwell suggested- Liam grit his teeth, his wife felt him become tense. Pulling her pants back up, she jumped into his arms and passionately kissed him.

“I love you Liam, I’ll see you soon.”

“I love you too my queen.” Reaching for the scotch, he was annoyed that his friend had cockblocked him in his own private space. Sighing as taking a sip, he hoped that this was important and not nonsense.

“So?”

“Erm, I had an SOS call from blossom last night...”

“Is she okay?” Liam asked in a panic stricken tone of voice- he cared for Riley beyond words even when she disappeared out of their lives.

“I’ve been speaking to her since we left, she’s having cold feet. I can’t go to the wedding tomorrow and watch her marry someone she doesn’t want to...”

Riley was at her final dress fitting, most brides would be excited the closer it got to their wedding day- but not her. Covering the bruise up with make up, she had hoped that the dress would cover it up- which it did, luckily. The night of her kiss with Drake she returned home, Harry immediately smelt whiskey and cologne on her- in a jealous rage he grabbed her arm pleading for the truth from her, which she eventually confessed. Loosening the grip, he apologised immediately for harming her - reviving his normal personality, the one she fell in love with. Ringing Maxwell up on the way to work; she needed advise but didn’t want to inform him of the injury on her arm.

“Hey Max!” Maxwell excused himself from the table, gesturing for Olivia and Hana to follow. Ever since he found out that they had been in touch with her over the years, he had been plotting with them a way to get her back in Cordonia. Since their return, Drake had kept himself to himself- not wanting to talk to anyone no matter how hard they tried to convince him.

“Hey Blossom, how are you?”

“I’m ... erm.... I’ll be fine. How’s Drake?”

“Quiet.” The two women answered in unison.

“Hey you two. Max.... I keep breaking hearts, everyone is going to hate me. I just don’t know what to do. I want to run. I want to scream. I cry all the time.”

“Do you want me to come now?”

“No. I’ve got this stupid rehearsal dinner. Shit. I can’t do this.”

“You’re the stupid bitch who fucked her boss, got engaged to him. If you don’t want this don’t do it!” Olivia snapped, she had spent three years being frustrated with Riley’s attitude- she wasn’t exactly Drakes biggest fan but at this moment in time she knew that they were made for each other.

“Max, I’ll see you in a couple of days- I expect a good speech at the wedding. Love you all.”

After reiterating the conversation on the phone, Maxwell’s eyes pleaded with his friend- the King, to help him. “So what favour do you need?”

“I need the jet... for a runaway car- well plane- well jet... you know what I mean.”

“And what if she marries him?”

“Then I’ll be travelling back in luxury your Majesty- but you know how persistent I am...”

“I hope you succeed in bringing her back. Take Glen with you. I’d suggest Bastien, but I’ll need him here.”

“Yes Sir. House Beaumont will revive.” I hope so, Liam thought to himself.

*****

Riley added the finishing touches to her bridal look, unable to look at herself in the mirror- guilt for breaking Drakes heart. Drake. That’s the man she was thinking about on her wedding day to another man. Even during the rehearsal dinner, her thoughts lingered on Drake Walker- wondering what he was doing, was he thinking about her too? Providing fake smiles towards everyone that attended the rehearsal dinner, Harry had no inkling regarding Riley’s true feelings- if she learnt anything from Cordonia it was from Liam- his stoic expressions. Holding the three handwritten letters in front of her, she had an hour to make a life changing decision.

Maxwell opened the door slowly yet quietly not wanting to announce his presence, viewing her staring at her reflection in a trance- his heart broke for her.

“Surprise Blossom!” Lifting the white lacy material up, she turned towards him- tears flowing down her face uncontrollably. “You look beautiful Riley, like a princess.. you should be happy.”

“I... I can’t do this.... I can’t marry him Max...”

“Well you know what to do....”

“What?”

“Take those shoes off before you break your neck and run. I’ll race ya.” Still undecided about what to do, Maxwell knelt down- removing her shoes. “You don’t want this Ri. Don’t put yourself through anymore heartbreak. Follow your heart.”

“Can you do me a favour? Can you give these letters to Harry and Lissy?”

“Of course. Who’s the other one for?”

“Drake. If I went through with it, I needed him to know the truth.”

“Well you can give him it yourself. Then maybe have make up sex.”

“Max! We haven’t even slept together before. We’ve just kissed.”

“But I bet you had scandalous dreams about doing more with the handsome commoner?”

“Shut the fuck up- are you getting me out of this marriage or not?”

“Yes Lady Riley Of House Beaumont- I will deliver the letters. Then we run.”

*****

“Yo dude....” Maxwell shouted walked down the aisle, over dramatically bowing to the guests.

“Shouldn’t you be walking down with my bride?”

“Yeah about that... here... sorry dude but you’re just not the one for her. Nice knowing ya. No hard feelings mate, soz. See ya.” Running back up the aisle, through the echo of gasps- he knew they had to run before Harry convinced her to marry him. Entering the room, he hoped she was ready to leave.

“Whatcha doing still in your dress?”

“I can’t get the zip down... fuck it. Let’s go, I’ve been looking at flights.....”

“Don’t bother, we are travelling in style- the jets waiting quick!” Grabbing her arm, she stopped him.

“I need my things Max.”

“Why do you think I was late? Glen broke into your house and literally threw everything into boxes.” Before Riley could react, he grabbed her hand again- leading her out of the hotel. Running into the middle of the road- he hoped a cab would stop.

“Max!”

“What?”

“You’re going to get yourself killed!”

“But it worked it... so it’s all okay... jump in blossom.”

*****

After a long flight, they arrived back in Cordonia- Riley’s hair had become slightly dishevelled but Maxwell still believed she was still beautiful. Laying on his chest during the flight- he was eager to text Drake immediately, but decided against it. Feeling smug with himself for wedding crashing, he couldn’t wait to see everyone’s expression when he walked in with Riley.

Glen opened the door of the SUV when they arrived at Ramsford- Riley had fallen asleep again, deciding to carry her he was grateful that she was as light as a feather.

“Honey I’m home!” Maxwell shouted, laughing to himself. Walking into the lounge, he saw all their friends look gobsmacked that the spare heir, the ‘dopey’ friend had succeeded.

“What have you done to her? Drugged her?”

“Jet lag... why would I drug her Liv? Shh... she’s waking up... blossom? Welcome home baby.” Bertrand knelt down, he never believed in Riley during the social season but he was glad that she was home.

“Hello Lady Riley. Welcome back.” Helping her sit up, she rubbed her eyes- removing the remainder of sleep. Still wearing her engagement ring, looking at it made her for the first time feel guilty. “Thanks Bertrand. Nice to see you all.” Noticing that Drake wasn’t there she felt slightly disappointed but didn’t blame him one bit.

“Lady Riley, I’d like to introduce you to Queen Anna- my wife.”

“Hi Anna, Erm your Majesty. It’s so lovely to finally meet you.”

“And you too. I’ve heard so much about you. All these lot ever do is talk about the infamous Riley. Especially Drake.” Providing her with a soft smile, Riley tried to ignore the fact that she mentioned his name. Noticing Liam and Anna hold each other tightly yet lovingly, Riley in a way was glad with how the past events occurred.

“Well I did cause quite a stir during my short time here.. I’m just going to get a drink of water, have a wander around. Get my bearings again.” Maxwell was about to become her shadow until Olivia pulled him back down.

“What the fuck Olivia?”

“She needs this time alone...” Emphasising the word alone, everyone but Maxwell knew what she was referring to.

****

After helping herself to a glass of water, her mind led her to the ballroom. Closing her eyes, her memories from the infamous Beaumont bash rushed through her mind.

Welcome to the Beaumont Bash... you’ll recognise some of these fine floral arrangements as yours...

Brooks... you look...

Yes?

Ready for the party. Everything here really came together.

I know, right? Though... you don’t look like you’re dressed for the occasion.

You don’t like this look? This shirts clean.

I guess that’s the most I should expect. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you dress up for these fancy events. It might be a nice change of pace.

Eh. Fashion is subject. Besides, people are here to see the prince, not me.

“Not everyone was here to see Liam. I wonder if Maxwell wants a replay of truth or dare tonight? If I was stranded on a deserted island, where I’d never see anyone or any civilisation ever again- I’d always choose Drake.” Laughing at the memory, she raised her glass into the air- to friendship.

“Be honest Brooks, you just want me there so I’m suffering as much as you are.” Turning around following the location of the voice, she believed that she was hallucinating. Seeing him leaning against the wall, folding his arms wearing that infamous smirk- she placed the water on the windowsill.

“Mostly just to see how you’d look in a grass skirt.” Both deciding to walk towards each other, closing the distance- Riley jumped into his arms holding him tightly. Leaning down kissing her, it somehow wasn’t the same as before. In his mind, this time someone had actually chosen him or so he hoped. Parting away from the brief reunion kiss- they stared at one another longingly, neither knowing what to do next. Drake still held her protectively and leaned back in- their lips crashing together, their tongues battling against each other’s, both fighting for dominance. Placing her back on the ground, he pulled her flush towards him- laying her head on his broad chest, she listened to the rhythm of his heartbeat increasing.

“I knew you’d change your mind. I knew you’d come.”

#trr #trr fanfic #trr choices #trr returntonyc #drake x riley #drake x mc #maxwell beaumont #liam rhys #drake walker #riley brooks #anna rhys #duchess olivia

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imagine-organization-xiii · 5 years ago

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I don’t know if this is too similar to the other drunk question - but how would they all react to their S/O getting drunk and getting ~handsy~

I’m going to end up just giving this blog to Sam because she pretty much runs it more than I do tbh

Gets kind of nsfw in places so prepare yourselves and they also get a lot longer as they go LOL

Original taking care of Drunk S/O post is here

Masterlist 1/Masterlist 2

Xemnas

Xemnas would totally condemn anything in the public eyeLike he would be like “stop this we’re in public.” But then would drag his S/O into a nearby stall or alley and scolding them as he had his way teasing and punishing them. If there isn’t any way to get away at that moment, expect a big scolding later on because he won’t be happy with you at all.

Xigbar

Xigbar would fucking love it indeed. Like just is like “oh ho ho look what we have here. You want me, you little minx? Take it easy there champ” but he would be purposefully loud so other people hear him as a form of gloating. But he would totally tease them until they begged and then would warp them both right outta there and straight to your bedroom.

Would honestly love it to pieces because he thinks you’re a funny drunk.

Xaldin

Xaldin would probably also be drunk. If you’re letting loose, he might too. But he would totally let our a low chuckle and be like “oh dear you may have had too much..” and as his SO would continue their bad behavior, he would still laugh, a little tipsy himself. “Alright, little one.. it sounds like it’s time for you to go home.” Then, he would rise from his seat, lift his S/O up over his shoulder and carry them home, as the two of you laugh the whole way home.

Vexen

Vexen would arrive there to come pick you up at the bar where you’re drinking with your friends. Because you called him and demanded he’d pick you at the bar where you’re drinking with you’re friends. As he comes in, you usher him over to your table and just start putting your hands all over him. “Y/N I hardly think this is appropriate. You need to come home now” and then if you refuse, there would be an argument. But eventually he would get you home where would get you in bed and chide you for acting so foolishly. But if you’re STILL trying to be handsy with him, he MIGHT give in to your advances if you push him hard enough. But sex wouldn’t be on the table. He would probably kiss you until you fall asleep on the bed.

Lexaeus

Lexaeus would enjoy having a pint of beer with his S/O on a special occasions. But whenever the two like to go drink, Lexaeus forgets how much smaller his S/o, so when they try to keep up, his S/O will be completely trashed. So they just keep drinking until it’s very apparent that his SO has had too much, they start getting handsy and Lexaeus is SO flustered. He can’t handle this kind of attention in general, and being in public makes it so much worse.

He’ll throw back his drink and probably yours too, pay the tab, and help you get home as you stumble back to castle. But they don’t stop with the advanced and eventually Lexaeus opens a portal and gets you straight home. He refuses to have sex with you because they are in a state that isn’t quite right. Like normal, he will take care of them and help them get ready for bed and cuddle and listen to their drunken ramblings with a smile

Zexion

Zexion doesn’t drink a lot. Barely ever honestly. He was under the stern thumb of Vexen and Lexaeus and then one time Xigbar slipped him some hard scotch in a meeting and It didn’t end well. So Zexion didn’t have a lot of good memories with alcohol. Didn’t stop his S/O from trying though. But when you two drank, it wasn’t at a bar. Usually it was somewhere quiet and private, like the library. And when you two went at it, it was a sight to behold.

The two of you would laugh harder and smile wider than you had ever seen, making bad jokes and reading books aloud. Zexion is a light weight and so are they, so after a few beers, the two of them are pretty far gone. So as their S/O gets handsy, Zexion’s pretty loose and makes the first serious step, kissing his SO on the lips. And things get a little crazy from there.

Saix

Saix would NOT want you getting handsy on him in public. But unlike Xemnas, it’s NOT because of the public eye. Like he cares about that. No. It just makes him want to lose control right then and there, and he doesn’t want to be held responsible for damages. So after a few moments of unacceptable behavior, Saix will roughly grip his SO’s hand and pull them down to eye level. Through gritted teeth he snarled, “you have two options right now, dear. You can cease this behavior right. Now. Or. You’re going back home with me and you won’t be able to walk for 3 days.Do you understand?”

Axel

Like Xaldin, Axel loves going out and having a drink with his SO. But Axel is much more of a party man. He loves laughing in the bar with friends. So when you get a little handsy with him in the club, he’s so amused and plays right along. Dancing turns into wandering hands and wandering hands turns into steamy sex wherever they can. Even if that means going somewhere as risky as a bathroom or abandoned hallway.

Demyx

Demyx also loves a good time but usually, the boy is playing a gig rather than drinking the night away. So sometimes when the Demyx is playing on the stage, his SO has a drink, or two, or three. And by the time the second encore is over, Demyx’s S/O is TRASHED and HORNY.

There’s something about watching that boy play on stage adored by people that drives them WILD. As soon as Demyx finds his SO, sitting at the bar,They instinctively throw themselves at him like a wanton groupie. And to be honest, Demyx loves the attention. He feels like a rockstar. And while most times this attention leads to a jolly saunter home and some sweet moments in bed, sometimes, SOMETIMES it leads to sloppy drunk sex in the bathroom of the venue.

Luxord

Luxord LOVES drinking at sleazy taverns and playing games of chance with strangers. It’s one of his favorite hobbies honestly. But disappearing often in the night and not coming back til morning does make his S/O worry a lot. So sometimes she comes along to watch him play a game of poker or two, but watching poker also gets pretty boring so his SO often likes to drink as the night flows on. But eventually it’s too much, and Luxord finds his SO draping themselves over him, and doing things like rubbing his shoulders and playing with his hair. This is the sign that his SO is done for the night, so Luxord will say goodnight, collect his winnings and take his sweet S/O home.

But usually when his S/O keeps playing with him and touching him the whole way home, he can’t help but laugh. “You really need to learn how to hold your liquor, my dear. You’re lucky I’m such a gentleman or else I might’ve been tempted to do things a little more unsavory in this situation.” But his S/O still persists, and he’s amused that his S/O feels so strongly. Eventually the two of them get home and it’s clear that sleep is taking over. He watches as their eyes slowly close, and they insist that they aren’t tired. And then within a moment, they’re out like a light. Luxord takes another few moments like this, watching his S/O sleep soundly with a soft smile on his face. It would make his heart warm if he had one. But it’s still so nice to see someone he loved at peace.

Marluxia

If he is reviving this kind of handsy attention at a public place, Marluxia would most likely chuckle and put down his drink, and place a hand under his SOs chin. He would tilt up their face to meet his own, and with them barely touching his lips, he would whisper, “what is it, pet? Do you need me?” The nod. “well how bad to you need my? You must show me how much you are willing to do for me”. And if you play your cards right, Marluxia might just whisk you home and have his way with you.

Larxene

Larxene is so flustered at first. “H-Hey! Get off me!” She’s yell and push you off. But as you keep trying to win her affections, she would slowly grow more flustered and embarrassed at the intimate contact. Soon she gets into it too and while refusing to admit it, would eventually Give in to her emotions and carnal urges. Using all of her might to appear angry she would yell,”Alright that’s it! We’re going home right now!” And as quick as she could open a portal, her SO would be pushed through it and into the wall of whatever room she warped them into. Didn’t matter where they were now, there was no escape. “You know.. I hate it when you’re so pushy… it drives me.. wild… and now you’re gonna pay for what you do to me.”

#lemons #but only slightly #kingdom hearts #organization xiii #organization xiii headcanons #kingdom hearts headcanon

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of-tarnished-metal · 5 years ago

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The Revival

A short RP segment to get Silver reconsidering his original plans besides his constant lazing about at the Rocket HQ, given after the events of my plot for him. This was collabed with @of-the-land, who as far as Gio’s goes, has the best rapport with this grump given their development. A lot of this can be found in his ABOUT page on his blog, but this boy obviously has a lot of internal struggles to come to terms with.

If you’re aware of the Route 22 event in HGSS you’ll be pretty well aquainted with the relationship strain and context.

I’m keeping it at the original format from Discord, for documenting!

Silver: Coming down the stairs in the living quarters from his bedroom to the kitchen, in usual teen fashion he's rummaging through the fridge for a snack, and has wireless headphones on that is used for gaming.

Giovanni: It was one of those days that Giovanni was in the private quarters of the HQ. Most of it was spent in his home office section, working, knowing that he was less likely to be interrupted here than at his usual office. Lucido the Persian was sitting in the doorway to the office, noticed the noises from the kitchen, and got up to investigate. This got Giovanni's attention. He figured it was about time for a break anyways and got up as well, carrying his empty coffee cup with him.

"Hm, hello Silver." No surprise it was his son he found in the kitchen. "What are you up to today?"

Silver: The teen gives a bit of a shrug. "Just the usual." These days he's had more of better standing with his old man, though sometimes for him it could feel a bit strange and awkward for them both. Though as time has gone on, the redhead could even say that he reacts less standoffish to the man than he used to upon approach. Something inside of him feels more... neutral, which in an of itself can be strange.

Giovanni: "'The usual.'" Gio echoed as he rinsed out his coffee cup. What was the usual now that they had started to make amends? Teenager things, he supposed. The boy mostly kept to his room, venturing out for food or even to spend time with his parents when they were relaxing together, or spent time with his friend (friends?) that he had made with those who worked at HQ. Gio was grateful for that, that he had begun to repair the family he had broken apart. Still... something was off that didn't quite sit well with him.

Giovanni set about making himself a mug of tea instead of reaching for more coffee. The time spent waiting for the water to boil in the kettle allowed him to linger in the kitchen to talk to Silver. That was another thing that was starting to get easier, though again there were subjects he hadn't breeched. However, the thoughts were on his mind and while it was likely going to upset Silver, Giovanni felt the need to bring it up anyways.

"Are you happy with, 'the usual?'"

Silver: "I don't think much about it." The redhead glances over a bit when he notices that the man is perhaps standing there for a bit longer than he usually would in his peripheral, tea makes sense...enough. However he mentally narrows ever so slightly, there's a-- tone about it that causes him to feel a bit of a shift. Gio's size and stature perhaps makes it appear more imposing...his dad has always been a man with presence under his belt. Even he cannot deny that it causes a bit of uneasiness like it would to any underling beneath him at times.

"That sounds a little existential..." a bit of sass cannot help but escape him, but there's a humored smirk despite the tone all the same.

Giovanni: He responded with a smirk of his own and a quiet "heh" of a laugh at being called out. Giovanni was a man who tended to be cryptic when he spoke. The air of mystery and intimidation worked wonders on his underlings. But now that his son had called it out for what it was Gio could drop the pretense and be more open about what he was getting at.

"That's because it is." He said to give Silver a small warning. There was a pause as Giovanni gathered his thoughts of how to broach the subject. "You know. When I came back and found you here, I was expecting you to be more... 'with all guns blazing.'"

For a while after his return it seemed to Gio that Silver was fiery and cross with him. Then after their heart-to-heart on Silver's birthday that fire wasn't there anymore. On the one hand it was a relief, but on the other it became a point of concern to Gio. What happened to that promise to become stronger than him?

"...Considering the terms we parted on previously."

Silver: Something in his shoulders starts to get a bit tense as he stands over the open door of the fridge, his back is facing him, and after a few moments he closes the door to it not even bothering to grab anything to eat. Slowly he looks over his shoulder to him. Perhaps in an ironic twist, being called out for fizzling out in ire causes the redhead to smolder just a bit.

"Guess it just died somewhere or something." the tone was rather blunt, cold, and almost unafflicted by his own words. He pulls the headphones off his ears and wraps them around his neck as he turns to face his father to look at him with a more deadpanned expression.

Giovanni: Ah yes, that was a reaction he was expecting. This was not something Silver wanted to talk about, but Giovanni wasn't going to relent. This was important. To Gio this was more about the boy's future than that he said in the past.

"It feels to me that a part of you that shouldn't have died went along with it." Again a pause as Giovanni needed to pick his words carefully. He turned his back to Silver so as not to stare the boy down and busied himself with prepping his mug for tea.

"You made a vow to me that you would become stronger. While you don't need to prove yourself to me... I wonder where that drive went? What is your goal now?"

Silver: The boy's shoulders only started raising themselves higher once Giovanni turned his back on him, his fingers were close to clenching tightly into fists, but for now instead they just flexed as he tried to keep his cool.

"Yeah well...maybe sometimes you can go into something thinking it's gonna work out...and then it just doesn't." Silver snorted. Then for himself, there was a moment of silence before he muttered in a more grim fashion. "It's not like everyone can cut it as a Pokemon Master..."

Giovanni: He was glad he turned his back to Silver so that his son could not see the grim look on Giovanni's face when he heard that news. Perhaps Silver would still catch it from the slump of his shoulders. It was one thing to assume that's what happened, but another to hear it straight from him. Giovanni was... disappointed? Saddened? Both. That Silver failed to accomplish what he set out to do.

The kettle whistled and Giovanni pulled it off the stove after he turned off the flame. He poured the steamy water into his mug and waited for the tea to steep.

Had not Giovanni faced the same? He too had failed. With his ambitious set too high and his drive too aggressive eventually he was met with failure. He was forced to fold, and so too now his son.

"You're right. It is a long and arduous journey that takes many years to cultivate. Not everyone can make it as a Pokemon Master. Still..." Giovanni turned back around, his posture corrected itself, and he looked back at Silver. "When faced with failure, that doesn't have to be the end of everything. You have a choice to make. Get up and try again. Turn your sights onto a new goal. Or wallow in your self pity forever."

Silver: The redhead only grew more flustered and peeved as he stared at his father dead in the eyes when the man himself had calmly stared down at him with those words. Silently he was seething, but after a few moments he quickly lost the will to fight with glaring alone and his gaze lowered itself more to the floor. "......."

"......." At first his grumblings come in rather low before they come in a little louder. "I just don't know if I'd be very good at it. Some people either have it or they don't. I just don't know if I'm one of the people who does."

Silver shrugs his shoulders a little, but it's a half-hearted attempt at his usual attempts of being cool and dismissive.

Giovanni: This would not do to let his son fizzle out in self doubt. The boy had too much untapped potential and Giovanni was not going to let him waste it. No son of his was going to simply do nothing because he didn't know what he wanted.

"Staying cooped up in a hidden base doesn't sound like a good way to find out if that's the case."

Giovanni smirked, a glint in his eyes as he was about to say something he was sure Silver would balk at.

"Unless you wish to find that out in Team Rocket, and take your place beside me as its heir."

Silver: The protests were real as he scowled and crosses his arms rather tightly up against his chest, he's starting to visibly pout and look red in the face over a remark by that. Though perhaps...in some ways he doesn't quite react as strongly as one would think he would.

Realistically speaking he knows he's been groomed with this lifestyle from the start, in many ways the HQ is all he knows. Intelligence, wealth, lies, deceit...morally questionable motives, but not all of it is quite as black and white as he wished it to be. He's a misfit like the rest of them, he doesn't know what it means to function normally in a lawful world. Maybe it wouldn't surprise him if one day he stepped up and took the place of his Father...though if he had the means he'd do things much different.

"Yeah well...the Interpol probably have a profile set on me anyway." Silver smirks a bit at in his own dark amusement and he shrugs more casually. "I always loop may way back around here at some point...so who knows." But he pauses, maybe the words start to sink a little, he can't expect to learn more here than what he already knows....could he? Confliction starts to show on his face more, this was a lot to think about.

Giovanni: "I wouldn't be surprised. Considering how much they're looking to find me. I'm sure you can frustrate their efforts by living your own life and giving them nothing to work with. Silver..."

Again it was best to get to the point.

"You may loop back here eventually, but that doesn't mean staying here all the time. You should consider heading back out again."

Silver: The boy's lips purse in a bit of an uncertain fashion, he was afraid of that answer, Gio was very well at being direct and to the point, as well as cryptic...and his more flustered nature started to creep in, which in turn was quickly overshadowed by a growing sense of frustration. "I don't know how..."

The anger starts to build, mix which his heightened degrees of guilt and fear. The criticism of one of the great Dragon master's was too much, Ethan and Lyra...they understood something that he still can't get about Pokemon Training. His dad is a Master...Red is one too...what do they have that he doesn't get? What is it that he's not getting!?

Giovanni: "'Don't know how?'" He repeated as he raised a brow. "It's not as if you haven't before. You're in a better position to do so now."

Before, Silver left on his journey alone after he ran away from Giovanni. Now, both of his parents could provide Silver with support as needed. Gio didn't know what trials Silver faced during that time that caused him to turn out this way, but at the very least he had the opportunity now to help his son.

"Your mother and I will only be a call away to give you advice or assistance. It'll be more..." There was a pause as Giovanni realized the words that were about to come out of his mouth. A sad realization at what could have been. "It'll be more as it should have been. A second chance."

Silver: The boy only blushes and starts to grumble. He's forgotten where to start....what to do, who even is Silver anymore? He squints at the door of the fridge as his body faces his father, as he's considering his options, weighing the truths. The reality starts to sink in...

Though as much as he won't admit it, there's a wash of relief that perhaps he could be offered more support this time around...?-- Pathetic. An inner voice scoffs at him, the old and familiar voice. When did you start getting so soft? What's wrong with you? Weak!

"........I'll have to think about it." Silver mutters as he realizes he's no longer hungry and goes upstairs back to his room. One can just hear the angry stomping of a grump going up the stairs, yet he doesn't slam his door like you would come to know.

Giovanni: That went as well as it could have. No yelling this time. That was certainly a positive thing to note. Giovanni turned back to his mug of tea and finished fixing it up before he took a contemplative sip. He could tell from his son's reaction that there was more that was left unsaid. Unfortunately he couldn't do anything about it unless Silver opened up to him. An unlikely thing even if they were on better terms these days.

Giovanni let out a sigh he was holding in. Hopefully Silver would speak to someone else, Ariana or one of his friends, and work past whatever it was that was holding his son back.

#oftheland

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