#we moved on too quickly from the red string of fate

[orangesyellow]

@userdramas event 10: emotions "On this day, this very moment you spent with me. Do not ever forget it."

[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: nsfw, dubcon, yandere, omegaverse, forced/accidental bonding, subjugation

♡ part one

♡ fem reader

Once you wake up in the morning, you feel… changed.

Your body feels full—as though you’d indulged too much last night—heavy and sticky and sore all over. There’s a strange taste in your mouth—sweet, somewhat salty, and metallic. Geez, you’re head’s pounding—how much did you drink last night? No, this feels different from a hangover—more full-bodied than that—a withdrawal of some kind or another. You must have done more at the party than drink, and yet, you can’t remember having stayed there all that long. No, you left with someone. That’s right. You went with… that overgrown Omega.

Oh no.

“Good morning, sleepyhead!”

He comes in only wearing a pair of snug boxers—body stacked with brawn, not a single hint of Omega-like softness aside from his tousled bed hair. There’s a big toothy smile on his face—eyes are creased in cheer while carrying an overfull breakfast tray. You know you’re hungry, and yet you can’t bring yourself to feel anything but sick to your stomach by the horrid sight of his flaunted neck, decorated by a gory ring of your bitemark.

No. No, no, no, no, no! Fuck! “Tell me that’s not what I think it is…”

He laughs lightly with an awkward smile, apologetically scratching the back of his neck while balancing the tray in the other hand. “I’m afraid so…”

The world stops spinning, and for a moment, you think it might actually never start up again. Your throat snares, and you think you might throw up. How the fuck could this happen?

He sets the tray down next to you, then himself. The whole bed takes waves upon his weight. You remain still—eyes unrest and mouth hung.

“Hey, I know this might not be what we had planned, but…” he starts.

But you don’t let him finish before declaring, “I’ll take full responsibility.”

There’s nothing else to do, you think. The red string of fate has tied the two of you together. It’s sealed.

“There is no going back now.”

His face expresses shock, but if you’d taken a closer look, he’d probably not be able to hide it—the overwhelming sensation of victory. Oh, bless your Alpha pride. He knew you would say that.

He smiles softly. “I’m in your care then.”

It’s a work in progress after that—slow in the beginning, but that’s to be expected. You never pegged yourself to be the type who got caught up in the unmendable mistakes of a one-night stand, but then here you were—mated with a stranger, moving into his apartment because it’s bigger and closer to work, sharing the same bed and eating the same meals and helping each other through one another’s ruts and heats.

He's still no closer to being your type. In fact, he’s the total opposite—too giant to give you even a semblance worth of superiority over him. A couple of days ago, when he’d been searching for the remote in the couch you were lying on, he’d taken to pick you up instead of just asking you to move. It was completely humiliating. He’s so brazen, and it’s starting to become clear he’s doing it all on purpose!

He doesn’t get fussy when you state your claim of being the one on top—no, but what he does instead is somehow worse, going along with it with snide praise, grinning up at you, his big hands weighing heavy on your haunches as you roll them, calling you his good girl. It seems to humor him how it angers you—chuckling behind your hands as you layer them both atop his mouth, growling at him to “Shut up!”

No, he doesn’t mind letting you take charge. He rather enjoys the view of watching you ride—working so hard to appease him while he rests pretty and admires your body—all soft edges and plush curves. You tire quickly, though—poor thing, why don’t you leave the rest to him?

You had rejected it the first few times he’d offered. Your bruised pride simply wouldn’t have it—you’d rather you both stop than let him finish you off. But a couple more nights and you’d quicker come around than either of you expected—perhaps worn down by his constant nagging or simply fed up with your own failure—you let him assist by bouncing you on his lap.

You wouldn’t admit it to his face, never, but you’d enjoyed it far more than you could have ever thought…

Thankfully, your face in and of its own glory told him all he needed to know. It didn’t take long before he’d taken full advantage of it, nor for you to begin allowing it without being asked. Soon you were letting him fuck you against the wall, making the entire room shake—wall creaking and shelves rattling, pictures falling down. You hold your tongue and hold on tightly, arms and legs wrapped around him—moaning sweetly right by his ear. Fuck, you even bite him again.

As time passed, you came around to indulging more and more of his antics. Letting him fuck you from behind—hard and heavy and deep—thrusting into you while grappling your waist. You even go down on all fours when he does it—digging your claws into the sheets.

Lying belly-up beneath him still makes you feel nervous—and slightly ashamed—almost convinced something’s wrong with you for liking it. And yet you can’t help it. You know any other Omega wouldn’t fuck you like this. They wouldn’t have the stamina, the drive, or the desire. Not like him, who does it all like it’s his nature even when it shouldn’t be.

Guess you’re both freaks.

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[elliesbelle]

wish she was you

ellie williams one-shot

pairing: ellie x reader

synopsis: you call your ex-girlfriend ellie late one night, needing to hear the sound of her voice.

content warnings: modern au, angst, mentions of break-up, ex-girlfriend!ellie, cheating (both ellie and reader), mentions of a slightly toxic relationship, slight mentions of sexual yearning (nothing graphic or descriptive), one line that implies reader has a vagina but if you do not have one we're gonna say it's just a metaphor or something :), brief description of violence (just ellie wanting to punch an inanimate object but she doesn't), red string of fate trope, no comfort? idk it's up to you to decide, minors do not interact

word count: 1.3k

based on the hinder song "lips of an angel"

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Ellie whispers into her phone as she warily peers through the murky glass of the balcony windows into her apartment’s living room. 

Her new girlfriend Haru was lounging on the couch, lazily scrolling through different streaming services for something to watch. Ellie had excused herself from the room after her phone suddenly began to ring incessantly with a phone call. She’d muttered hastily that it was Dina and that she should go answer it or she wouldn’t hear the end of it the following day. Haru smiled plainly and told her to go right ahead and to not take too long. She was completely oblivious that it was, in fact, not Dina who kept blowing up Ellie’s phone with call after call. It was you. 

“Why are you calling so late? Is everything okay?” She asks quickly and quietly. Her eyebrows furrow when she hears you sniffle. 

“I just—I don’t know, I…” You start to stutter. 

“Tell me what’s wrong, honey.” 

You let out an involuntary sob upon hearing Ellie’s old pet name for you. 

“I just… I just needed to hear your voice.” 

Despite having been broken up for over a year, Ellie still melts hearing you this. 

It was both shocking and yet expected when you and Ellie had called it quits. It was more than clear to everyone just how in love you were with one another. You were rarely ever seen without each other in public, always attached to the hip. Her presence was almost like an essential part of your body, and to be without her made you feel lacking and unfinished. You were so ardently enamoured with each other that it felt like you’d be blissfully in love for life. 

But with the passion came drama and fury, and this ultimately became the downfall of your intense relationship with Ellie Williams. Your ways of expression and articulation were so vastly different from each other’s. She was restless and fervently independent, sometimes far too much for your liking. Her constant need for attention and validation eventually led her to greener pastures, leaving you stuck and alone in the wake of her chaos. 

The magical red cord that tied you to Ellie, however, never severed. Even during times that you wished you weren’t, you knew instinctively that you’d always remain connected to each other. Even when you’d both found different partners to attach yourselves to in distraction, her with Haru and you with your new girlfriend Jessica, your pull towards each other never ceased to fail. You never really moved on as you always came back to her and her to you. 

“Is Haru there?” You ask. 

“Umm,” Ellie hums, glancing at her girlfriend through the glass that separated them. “Yeah. She’s in the next room.” 

“Oh.” You say. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt or anything.” 

“No, no, we’re just hanging out. We weren’t doing anything important.” 

You smile slightly at Ellie’s familiar need to reassure you. 

“That’s why I kind of have to whisper right now. C-Can’t be too loud.” She continues. 

“I see.” 

There’s a moment of silence between you two, not awkward but still thick and heavy. 

“Everything okay with Jessica?” Ellie suddenly inquires. 

“U-umm, y-yeah.” You respond hesitatingly. “Everything’s good. She’s still at work right now. Working a late shift.” 

“I see.” 

Another moment of silence. 

“Does… does she know you’re still talking to me?” Ellie asks. 

“No.” 

“Won’t that start a fight between you two?” 

“Probably.” 

“Honey…” 

“Does Haru know you’re still talking to me?” 

“N-no. Not a clue.” 

Another moment of silence. 

“I had a dream about you last night.” You murmur. 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” 

“What was it about?” 

“I-I don’t think I should say.” 

“Oh, yeah? Why’s that?” 

Even over the phone, Ellie can feel the heat that was rising to your cheeks at her boldness. 

“Ellie, come on.” 

“Hey, you brought it up.” She whispers with a smirk, trying to ignore the sickly sweetness that came with the way you say her name. 

“Whatever.” You sniggle. 

Another moment of silence. 

“That’s funny, though.” She sighs softly. “I dreamt of you too. Last night.” 

“You did?” 

“Yeah. I did.” 

“What was it about?” 

“Hey, you didn’t wanna tell me about your dream. Don’t think it’s fair for you to hear mine.” 

“Oh, come on.” You whine at her cheekiness. “That’s not fair.” 

“What do you mean it’s not fair? You brought up a dream that you had about me but refused to tell me about it. So you don’t get to know about mine either, angel.” 

Fire ignites every inch of your skin upon hearing her whisper yet another old pet name for you. Your favourite one, in fact. And you know that she knows it. 

“Mine is… a little too risqué to repeat out loud.” You admit. 

“Oh? Risqué, huh?” 

“Far too crude to repeat to my ex-girlfriend.” 

“A little cruel to tease me like that, angel.” 

Ellie feels the flames engulfing your entire body at her tantalizing flirting, grinning slyly and proudly to herself over the way she can still fluster you after all this time. 

“I mean,” She continues. “For all you know, my dream may have been a little ‘risqué’ too.” 

She hears you gulp heavily. 

“Was it?” You whisper. 

“I guess you’ll never know.” 

Another moment of silence. 

“It’s… it’s really good to hear your voice, you know.” She reveals, her voice serious. 

“Y-yeah?” 

“Yeah.” 

“I missed yours.” 

“That’s good.” 

“Good?” 

“Want you to always be missing me, angel.” 

“Ellie…” 

“Can’t help it. Not if it’s you.” 

“I-I know. It’s the same for me too.” 

“I know.” 

Another moment of silence. 

“Why am I always so weak for you?” She whispers, frustrated. 

“Because I have a magic pussy and you can’t help yourself.” 

“Babe!” Ellie exclaims loudly. 

“Yeah?” 

Both you and Ellie freeze, knowing neither of you had said that. Ellie whips her head towards the inside of her apartment, spotting her girlfriend Haru still sitting on the couch but now glancing towards her on the balcony. Ellie gazes at her innocent but inquiring expression, feeling deep remorse immediately flooding her senses. 

“N-nothing! Never mind!” Ellie calls out from behind the closed glass doors. 

“What’s up?” Haru presses. 

“I-I’ll ask you later!” 

“Oh, alright!” Haru relents, going back to watching some innocuous show on the television. Ellie turns her back to her girlfriend and faces the starry night sky, sighing both in relief and guilt. 

“I-I should go.” She murmurs to you. 

“Do you have to?” 

“Honey, you know I do.” 

Ellie’s heart cracks slightly at the sound of more sniffles from your end. 

“Why?” You ask stubbornly. 

“You know why.” Ellie fights an amused chuckle at your bullheadedness. 

“Yeah… I know.” 

Another moment of silence. 

“I love you, El.” You whisper riskily. 

“I… I love you too, angel.” She replies. Your heart breaks at the hesitation in her voice. 

“I’ll talk to you later?” You ask desperately. 

Another moment of silence. 

“M-maybe.” 

“Oh. Okay.” Your eyes well up with tears at hearing her unclear promise. 

“Bye, angel.” She murmurs. 

“Bye, honey.” You whisper. 

Three robotic tones signal the end of the phone call. 

You immediately break down in more hot tears, your misery and desolation worse than before. You knew it was your choice to reach out to Ellie once more, and you knew and accepted the chances of your heart getting crushed again. But hearing the voice of your ex-girlfriend sweetly whispering for you before returning to her new girlfriend was still an agonizing feeling. You would spend the following nights laying next to Jessica, tossing and turning as you over-analyzed Ellie’s every word and wondering if she still really loved you back. 

Little did you know that Ellie was fighting the urge to punch the glass doors of her balcony at that very moment, the feeling of despair and yearning matching that of yours. The red string tugs at her soul once again, cruel and unrelenting and forever refusing to let her forget the sound of her name on your lips. 

author’s notes:

wrote this late last night in a drunken stupor after listening to this song in the car with my ex (live-in ex) and my sister after a fun, halloween-y night. i got randomly inspired, it's such a banger. raise your hand if you first hear this song from a remix on dance dance revolution.

don't worry, i am very much writing all the other works y'all have been asking for (i know i keep saying that, but y'all know i'm a crazy perfectionist). i just try to write when i can, and somehow drunken me knew they could write this in basically one go, and since i haven't been publishing much in a while, i thought i'd do it anyway. hope y'all liked it <3

as it always is in all my works, the names in this fic are very intentional, so the name of ellie's new girlfriend “haru” is purposeful. but i shall not disclose the reasoning because heehee

a lot of the exposition and descriptions of ellie’s and reader’s relationship may have been inspired by my co-star chart with someone very specific, shut up don’t judge me

the “magical red chord” i mention is meant to represent the concept of “the red string of fate.” y’all know how much of a slut i am for the soulmate trope.

reader’s new girlfriend jessica is named after this girl i’m kind of seeing, is it crazy yes it is but whatever

the line of "not if it's you" is based on the euripedes quote that anne carson translated

the quote is kind of part of my brand on my personal main tumblr account cause a post of mine went viral with me talking about that quote and people associate it with me so often to this day (literally friends would be sending screenshots of my post that other people uploaded onto twitter or instagram or facebook, it still makes me scream). thought i'd include it for funsies (if this gives you a clue to what my personal tumblr account is and you realize who i am, no you don't <3)

hope y'all enjoyed this spur-of-the-moment fic of mine :) i'm working on publishing the rest of my works sometime soon, so be patient with me please! my life has been awful and not great recently, but writing is my love and my passion and my escape, so i would never abandon y'all <3

taglist: @carmellie, @idkshaiz, @sawaagyapong

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

A Tyrell in the Lion's Den (Part 3)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5

Word count: 2.4k

Pairing: Tywin Lannister x Tyrell!reader

Summary: Y/n grapples with the precarious balance of power in her dangerous relationship with Tywin Lannister, questioning her role as a pawn or partner in his world while secretly desiring control over her own fate 

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The air in King’s Landing felt different after Joffrey's death—tense and brittle, like a string pulled too tightly. Whispers filled the halls of the Red Keep, and every conversation seemed to carry a hidden meaning, a layer of subtext that only the most cunning could untangle. As I moved through the court, I felt the weight of Varys’ words pressing on me. His warning lingered in my mind: 

Tywin’s power is built on fear and manipulation. What happens when you’re no longer useful?

I had always known the danger of my relationship with Tywin. It had started as a distraction, a game to break the monotony of court life. But over time, it had turned into something far more dangerous. Our secret meetings, the stolen moments of intimacy, had slowly given way to deeper conversations. Tywin was different with me than he was with others—still cold and calculating, but there was a vulnerability that he kept hidden from the world. I had seen glimpses of it, in the quiet moments when we were alone.

But now, with the political landscape shifting beneath my feet, I wasn’t sure where I stood with him. Was I merely a tool, a means to an end? Or had I become something more? And did I even want to know the answer?

A few nights after my encounter with Varys, I was summoned to Tywin’s chambers once more. The fire crackled warmly as I entered, but there was a chill in the air that made me pause. Tywin was seated at his desk, as always, his expression unreadable. His gaze flickered over me as I approached, and for a moment, I thought I saw something in his eyes—something softer, almost tender—but it was gone as quickly as it had appeared.

“Sit,” he said, his voice steady.

I took my seat, my heart pounding. We had shared so much over these past weeks, but tonight felt different. The political tension weighed heavily on us both, and I could sense a shift in Tywin. He was not a man prone to displays of emotion, but I had learned to read the subtle signs—the way his jaw tightened when he was agitated, the brief flicker of doubt in his eyes before he steeled himself once more.

“Have you gathered the information I requested?” he asked, breaking the silence.

“Yes,” I replied, handing him a small scroll. “There are murmurs of sympathy for Tyrion among some of the lesser lords. Nothing concrete, but enough to be wary of.”

Tywin unrolled the scroll and scanned it, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Good. This will be useful.”

I hesitated, the weight of Varys’ warning heavy on my tongue. Should I tell him? Would he dismiss my concerns, or would he see it as a betrayal that I had even listened to the spymaster? I had to choose my words carefully.

“There’s something else,” I said slowly, watching Tywin’s reaction.

He raised an eyebrow but remained silent, waiting for me to continue.

“Varys approached me,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “He warned me that I don’t understand the game I’m playing. He said that those who stay too close to the Lannisters might be swept away when the winds of change come.”

Tywin’s expression remained unreadable, but I saw the way his fingers tightened slightly around the edge of the desk. For a long moment, he said nothing, and I could feel the tension building between us. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and dangerous.

“Varys is a master of manipulation. He thrives on sowing doubt and confusion. You would do well to remember that.”

I nodded, but his response did little to ease my growing unease. “And yet... what he said made me think. Am I truly playing the game, Tywin? Or am I just a pawn?”

Tywin leaned forward, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my breath catch. “You are far more than a pawn, Y/n. But the game we play is not for the faint-hearted. It is ruthless, and it requires more than loyalty. It demands cunning, patience, and an understanding of power that few possess.”

He paused, his gaze softening for the briefest moment. “You have that potential. But you must never waver.”

I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. “And what if I do?”

Tywin’s expression hardened once more. “Then you will fall, like so many before you.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine, but they also stirred something inside me. For so long, I had been content to play my part quietly, to remain in the background, supporting Margaery and navigating the court without drawing too much attention. But now, I realized, I needed to be more. I needed to take control of my own destiny, rather than relying on the whims of others.

“I won’t fall,” I said, my voice steady.

Tywin regarded me for a moment, as if weighing my resolve. Then, unexpectedly, he reached across the desk and took my hand in his. His touch was firm, but there was a tenderness there that I hadn’t expected.

“Good,” he said softly, his thumb brushing lightly against my skin. “Because I cannot afford to lose you.”

The admission hung in the air between us, and for a moment, I wasn’t sure if I had imagined it. But the way his grip lingered, the way his eyes softened as they met mine, told me that it was real. Tywin Lannister, the most powerful man in Westeros, had just revealed a vulnerability that I hadn’t thought him capable of.

As the days passed, I found myself thinking more and more about Tywin’s words—and his touch. There was no denying the connection between us, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that it was dangerous, that it would lead to something neither of us could control.

I threw myself into my tasks, gathering more information, carefully navigating the dangerous waters of the court. But Varys’ warning lingered in the back of my mind. I began to be more cautious, more strategic in my conversations. I no longer trusted blindly, not even in my dealings with Tywin. I kept some of what I learned to myself, uncertain of how much to share with him, or if I should share it at all.

And yet, despite my growing wariness, I found myself drawn deeper into Tywin’s world. Our meetings grew more frequent, our conversations more intimate. He was careful not to reveal too much of himself, but there were moments—fleeting, but undeniable—where I saw the cracks in his armor. Moments where he allowed himself to be vulnerable with me, to let his guard down.

It was in those moments that I realized something dangerous: Tywin Lannister had started to care for me in a way that went beyond mere strategy or convenience. And I, in turn, had started to care for him.

But love, in King’s Landing, was as dangerous as any weapon. And I was beginning to wonder if, in playing the game of thrones, I had already lost.

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The fire in Tywin's chambers was burning low, casting a warm, golden glow over the room as I lay beside him. We had just spent another night wrapped in each other’s arms, where the heavy burdens of court politics and the games we played were momentarily left behind. In these moments, Tywin became someone different. The hardened exterior of the man feared by kings and lords softened, and I, too, found myself unraveling—becoming something more vulnerable and honest than the sharp-tongued woman I was during the day.

His fingertips grazed my bare shoulder, absentmindedly tracing patterns on my skin. Neither of us spoke for a long time. We didn’t need to. Here, in the stillness of his bed, words were unnecessary. This was the only place where we could be ourselves, where the pressures of the court and the expectations of others couldn’t touch us.

But eventually, I broke the silence. “Do you ever think about what it would be like if we didn’t have to hide?”

Tywin’s hand stilled on my shoulder, and I turned my head to look at him. His eyes, always so guarded, flickered with something I couldn’t quite read. “In another life, perhaps,” he said quietly. “But we live in this one, and we must play the roles we’ve been given.”

I sighed softly, leaning into his touch. “You make it sound so simple.”

“It is not simple,” he admitted, his voice taking on a rare softness. “But it is necessary.”

I shifted in the bed, propping myself up on one elbow to look at him more closely. “And if we didn’t have to play those roles? If we could be just... us?”

Tywin’s gaze held mine for a long moment, and I could see the conflict there. He was not a man accustomed to letting his guard down, even in private. But with me, he had begun to show glimpses of the man beneath the armor. “I would choose that life,” he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. “But we don’t live in a world that allows such choices.”

I nodded, though his words sent a pang through my chest. I had known, from the beginning, that this affair was dangerous—that it was built on fragile ground. But I hadn’t expected the pull between us to grow so strong, or for the emotions to become so tangled.

“What about you?” Tywin asked, his tone shifting slightly. “You’ve played this game longer than you realize, but you’ve never told me what you truly want. Not as a Tyrell. Not as someone bound to court. What do you want, Y/n?”

I hesitated. No one had ever asked me that before. Not my family, not Margaery, not the court. And certainly not Tywin. He had always been the one with the plans, the strategies. I had fallen into his orbit, drawn by the power and intrigue he exuded. But in this moment, stripped of all pretense, I realized something.

“I want power,” I said, my voice steady. “Not the kind that comes from sitting on a throne or wearing a crown. I want control over my own destiny. I want to stop playing the part of a pawn in other people’s games.”

Tywin’s eyes darkened with interest. “You’ve always had that potential. You just need to harness it.”

“And what if I don’t want to be bound by anyone?” I asked, my voice a little sharper than I intended. “Not even by you?”

Tywin’s lips curled into a faint smile. “I would never bind you. You’re too valuable to be controlled. But you must decide where your loyalty lies. In this game, alliances are everything.”

As the trial of Tyrion Lannister unfolded, the court buzzed with anticipation. Every word spoken in that courtroom carried weight, and every movement was watched with scrutiny. Tyrion, as always, defended himself with sharp wit and intelligence, but the evidence against him was overwhelming. The court was rigged, and we all knew it.

Margaery was restless. Though Joffrey’s death had been a blessing in disguise, it left her future uncertain. Tommen, the new king, was kind but weak, a boy easily swayed by those around him. Margaery’s ambition burned brighter than ever.

“I must marry Tommen,” she told me one afternoon, her voice filled with determination as we walked through the gardens. “It’s the only way to secure our position. The Lannisters hold too much power, and we cannot afford to lose our standing.”

“You’ve always wanted to be queen,” I said with a small smile.

“Of course,” she replied, her eyes glinting. “But not just a queen. The queen. I want to rule, Y/n, not just sit beside a king. And with Tommen, I will. He’s young, malleable. Cersei won’t know what hit her.”

I watched my sister closely, admiring the way she played her cards so carefully. She had always been the more charming of the two of us, the one who could disarm anyone with a smile. But I knew her well enough to see the ambition lurking just beneath the surface.

“And what about you?” she asked, turning the conversation back to me. “You’ve been spending a lot of time with Lord Tywin.”

I raised an eyebrow, feigning indifference. “I have my own ambitions.”

Margaery smiled knowingly. “You always were more cunning than the rest of us gave you credit for.”

I shrugged, not giving her more than that. Margaery was my sister, but even she didn’t know the full extent of my relationship with Tywin. She didn’t know how deeply I was embedded in the Lannisters’ world, or how much I had learned about playing the game in my time by Tywin’s side.

That night, in Tywin’s chambers, I decided to test my newfound resolve. As we lay together, our limbs entwined, I turned to him, my voice soft but clear.

“I want more than just to be a piece in this game, Tywin. I want to be part of the strategy. I want power, and I’m not afraid to take it.”

He turned to me, his expression unreadable in the flickering firelight. “And what do you propose?”

I smiled, a slow, deliberate smile. “You’re the most powerful man in Westeros. And I... I have access to places and people you can’t always reach. Together, we could control more than just the court. We could control everything.”

Tywin’s eyes narrowed, but there was a glint of intrigue there. “And what is your price?”

I leaned in closer, my lips brushing his ear as I whispered, “I want to stand beside you��not behind you. If we’re going to play this game, then we do it as equals.”

For a long moment, Tywin said nothing. Then, slowly, he nodded. “Very well,” he said, his voice low and measured. “But be careful what you wish for, Y/n. Once you step into the game fully, there is no turning back.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” I replied.

In the days that followed, I threw myself into my new role, carefully gathering information and strengthening my position within the court. Tywin and I became partners in more than just secrecy—we became a formidable force, each using our unique strengths to maneuver through the treacherous waters of King’s Landing.

But as the trial continued, and Tyrion’s fate hung in the balance, I couldn’t help but wonder: How long could I play this dangerous game before it consumed me entirely? And would Tywin, for all his power, ever let me walk away?

The answer, I knew, lay in the game itself. And in King’s Landing, the game never truly ended.

[ornii]

I didn’t realize how much people liked the Clark Kent Smallville X Wednesday Crossover. So I have to do a Part 2! Where you can read here!

The God Among Men, Part 2

(Y/n) and Wednesday continue to stare at each other. (Y/n)’s concentration breaks and he plummets from the sky to a loud bang on the ground, Wednesday quickly puts her string down and rushes to the balcony’s edge to see his fate. She peers over the railing and was surprised to see (Y/n) sitting up, rubbing his back.

“Ow..” he said, a fall that height should cause serious damage to the body but it looks like it did nothing to him. (Y/n) realizes just how bad this looks, his attention turns upward to Wednesday.

“Umm, Sorry!” He yells, before standing up to run away out of embarrassment. He hoped that this would be a singular mishap and leave it at that, unfortunately this is Wednesday Addams, and nothing is singular with her. (Y/n) unfortunately shared a chemistry class together so avoiding her was useless. The next morning was more than awkward, he kept his eyes locked on Miss Thornhill to avoid Wednesdays side eye. When class ends almost like a blur he’s already trying to get to the quad to lose Wednesday, getting round a corner he breathed a sigh of relief. Until Wednesday comes almost out of nowhere and pins him to the wall. Granted he towers over her at 5’11, her 5’1 absolutely intimidating stature wasn’t something the Kansas boy was used to.

“So, we have a peeping Tom in our midsts.” She keeps that cold, deathstare.

“No! I’m sorry I didn’t mean to, I was just listening to your music and I, got too close..” he sheepishly keeps his eyes from locking on hers.

“They’d expel you for what you’ve done, but.. I’ll consider looking the other way..” she said, his eyes slowly locked with hers. “For your undying service..”

“Undying Service? That, seems a bit extreme doesn’t it? Why not something more, mild?” He asks awkwardly.

“I don’t do mild. Either take my offer or be shipped away to a juvenile prison.”

“.. okay, fine.” He relents, Wednesday wasn’t your typical mean girl, she wasn’t mean she was, cold, Unnerving, probably dead too. But she knew how to use people to her advantage, no matter how pure hearted they are. “What do you want me to do?” (Y/n) asks, Wednesday steps back, letting him have his own personal space finally.

“Nothing. Yet. But I will call upon you, one day… it’s in your best interest to not forget our arrangement.” She gives one last threat before leaving like a shadow, (Y/n) let’s put a sigh, hoping that this will be quickly put to an end. Little did he know it was very, far from over.

“Why am I doing this?” (Y/n) walks though the cemetery with Wednesday, who’s ignoring his crying and whining.

“Because you swore an oath of Fealty.”

“No, no I didn’t.” He replies, “I’m being blackmailed.

“Same thing.” She retorts. They stop at a large tomb, “this, open it.” She said. (Y/n) looks at her.

“That’s it?”

“I can come up with more for you to do..” Wednesday ponders

“No no this is fine, I just expected, more.”

“More? It’s an ancient Crackstone tomb sealed for hundreds of years. I had to recruit someone who decipher the password to open it.” She says, (Y/n) simply turns his head to the door and concentrates, she watches red gleam from his eyes. She was stunned by the beam of intense heat that cut though the stone wall, he creates a shape hole and it begins to collapse. She steps back to avoid being crushed, (Y/n) so calmly lifted his hand, it hits his palm and didn’t move an inch, Wednesday watches in shock as he casually tosses the door to the side.

“So, we keep going?” He asks Her, Wednesday didn’t know what to say.

“Y-yes, let’s.” She said and walked into the Tomb, the cold decrepit place smelled of death. A lingering smirk crept along her face. (Y/n) felt the stench of death and he follows the girl around. Staring at the spot on the back of her head.

“So, what are you here for?” He asks her; who begins to look around the tomb.

“Do you remember Rowan?”

“The guy you said was murdered and who randomly appeared fine the next day?” He replies sarcastically. Wednesday morning chores his quip and searches the interior for any inscribing.

“Point is, It’s my belief that Rowan was killed, and the one you saw was a fake, someone meant to keep up appearances. It would be tragic to hear that a student was murdered here. Bad press and all that.” Wednesday explains, (Y/n) rubs his chin.

“Well when I used my X-ray vision, everything seemed fine with him.”

“X-ray Vision?” Wednesday Asks.

“Yeah, let’s me see though walls, rocks, inside the human body, no lead though.” He adds in.

“So it allows you to see though clothes as well.”

“Uh, Yeah?” He replies, and quickly makes the assessment of what Wednesday was thinking. “I didn’t use it on you. I promise.” He said, Wednesday stares daggers into his eyes and sees he’s genuine about it, and drops the conversation.

“Point is, I had a, vision.. Crackstone putting innocent lives to the stake. Nevermore lives, like you and I.” Wednesday looks over to multiple inscriptions over the tomb.

“So my theory lead to the serial killer and the knee covering up the murders. They aren’t working together, but they’re covering up third killings to avoid more scrutiny from the public.” She explains, reading a tombstone.

“So, they’re letting this killer get away because they don’t want the public to freak out?”

“So to speak, from what the Principal tried to infer to me, it’s all ridiculous And self serving for Jericho.”

“… You’re right.” He said, Wednesday wasn’t used to hearing someone actually agree with her.

“It’s wrong, covering up the truth to make life easier, just makes the people who know it hate it even more.” (Y/n) walks over to Wednesday, their height difference was profound as she had to almost look up to him.

“If you’re searching for the truth. I want to help, I’m not as smart as you I’ll admit but I’ll do my best.” He says, Wednesday, even if she didn’t act like it, appreciated the gesture. The two exit the tomb and Wednesday dusts herself off.

“As much as I enjoy the decrepit and cold ambiance, I hate getting my clothes with cobwebs.

“I could blow it off for you.”

“If your breath could freeze me to death like you said, I’d rather not.” She says, (Y/n) checks his watch.

“It’s nearing 3, we’ll be late for class.” (Y/n)

“And Weems would have my head for being late.” Wednesday said, grumbling. (Y/n) offers his hand, Wednesday looks at it and then back up to him.

“Absolutely not.”

“Why not?”

“I despise human contact, especially yours.”

“Wednesday, if we want to find this Killer we have to stay in Weems Good graces, so put your big girl Stockings on and take my hand!” He said with much more serious flare. Wednesday reluctantly sighs.

“Fine, just do what’s necessary—“ Before she could properly warn him, he swept her off her feet like the Prince Charming he is, and leaped, flying into the air. The sudden shift in air and temperature caught Wednesday off guard, she looked down, seeing the cemetery and the entire Nevermore grounds before her.

Height was always something she never truly appreciated until now, being able to see, everything, changed that. (Y/n) held her close as he searched for the Mathematics and Murder class. Finding the door he slowly descends down. Wednesday’s eyes went to his face as he kept them on the ground, he descended from the sky as if he was a god among men, landing calmly on the Quad he lets her go, still having his arm around her waist to keep her balance.

“Feeling okay?” He asks.

“Get your hand from around me before you lose it.” She demands, (Y/n) quickly moved, “Sorry.” He said, Wednesday said nothing and simply walked to class, she didn’t look back at him, either out of anger or embarrassment. (Y/n) shook his head and went to his. It seems this agreement could be much more than Wednesday herself could have asked for.

[teetle-time]

…so the writing demons grabbed me by the throat this morning and wouldn't let me go until i wrote this. anyway @hasello the cousins au is living in my brain rent-free so i hope u don't mind that i took a crack at something first-meetings-y with rise and 03 and wound up with 2.5k words of the babies :D

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The rat who once was Lou sprinted down the rain-slick alleyway with one arm clutching his boys to his chest and the other digging through his pockets.

"I saw it run this way!"

He bit back a curse; his pursuers were still hot on his trail.

And his tail.

Heh.

What a time to be alive.

The mystic key bumped against his fingers, and he quickly snatched it out of his pocket and darted to the nearest wall. He needed to be quick and precise.

…well, he at least managed speed. He spent too many precious seconds glancing back to watch the beams of light bounce ever higher just a turn away, so he really had no idea if his sigil was anywhere near accurate.

As if in answer to prayer, it lit up, opening a circular portal for him, and he leapt through without a second thought, pocketing the key as he fell.

His luck held out long enough for him to hear it close behind him without any of the humans chasing him shouting in surprise.

It did not hold out long enough to actually drop him into the Hidden City.

Instead, when the portal ended, he stumbled out into a long tunnel, directly in front of another rat with four humanoid turtles around them.

No-Longer-Lou froze like a deer in headlights, staring at the strangers and heaving for air.

The strangers all mirrored him, freezing in place and scanning him in all their various capacities.

The other rat spoke first: "My, isn't this unexpected?"

A snort forced its way from No-Longer-Lou against his will at that, though he quickly brought a hand (no, he had paws now) to his mouth to stifle it. "I- I'm so sorry, I just- I didn't mean to- This isn't where-!"

"Peace," said the other rat, carefully maneuvering the turtle in front of him a bit to the side and standing up. "Whatever circumstances brought you here, it is clear that you have been moved by the strings of fate, rather than by choices of your own design. You mean no harm to us, yes?"

"I-I- yes."

"And we mean no harm to you," soothed the other.

No-Longer-Lou breathed heavily for a moment more, but then his attention was quickly arrested by motion in his arms.

Raphael- the quickest to grow, but still so, so small- screwed up his face. "Papa?"

"I'm right here, Raphael," No-Longer-Lou murmured, reaching into the sling to give the boy's hand a squeeze.

The other rat's eyes widened at the name. "Now, that is a one-in-a-million chance, indeed."

"Why's he got a baby with my name?" demanded the turtle wearing a red mask over his eyes.

It was No-Longer-Lou's turn to be surprised. "Raphael? But then…"

He took in the colors of the masks on the other three turtle boys' faces.

Purple, blue, and orange.

"Donatello? Leonardo? M-Michelangelo?"

Silence.

At least, until the turtle boy in orange leaned over to his brothers and whispered loudly, "How does he know our names, dudes?!"

No-Longer-Lou's sons roused at their names, and he quickly realized his mistake as Michelangelo began to fuss. "Oh, oh, no, Michelangelo, please, it is alright, please don't-!"

Michelangelo may have been the youngest, but he had a record-shattering set of lungs, for sure.

The moment Michelangelo began to wail, Leonardo jumped in with him, refusing to be left out, and then Raphael was crying and Donatello was shoving his tiny head into No-Longer-Lou's chest with his hands over where his ears would have been and the rat could feel his own ears on the verge of bleeding-!

The other rat's back straightened, and he turned to the older turtle boys. "My sons, I still have some of the supplies I scavenged when you were tots. Raphael, the pacifiers. Leonardo and Donatello, the blankets. Michelangelo, the pillows."

The boys nodded seriously, wincing as the cries reached a peak before darting across the tunnel and digging through various chests and boxes. Meanwhile, the other rat carefully took No-Longer-Lou's arm and led him towards the chair the others had been gathered around in the first place. "Please, have a seat. I would quite like to hear the tale of how you came to this place-"

-an ear-splitting cry from Leonardo-

"-but first, we must calm your children," finished the other rat with a tired smile.

No-Longer-Lou nodded just as tiredly and began to gently bounce his boys. "There, there, your Papa is right here, we are all together, and…and we are safe."

The other rat's expression warmed.

"I got the pacifiers!" called the older boy named Raphael, charging back over and brandishing the four objects in one hand.

"Excellent work, Raphael," praised the other rat as he took the pacifiers.

The boy beamed.

"These should do for now," the other rat said, pressing one into No-Longer-Lou's paw. "These were enchanted by an old friend of mine to allow them to keep up with beaked babies."

No-Longer-Lou managed a weak smile at that, then carefully reached in to nudge the pacifier against Michelangelo's mouth. "Here we are, little Orange. Wouldn't it be nicer to suck on this instead of crying?"

Michelangelo hiccuped, but after a moment of what seemed like confusion, his mouth closed around the pacifier and he looked up at No-Longer-Lou with wide, wet eyes.

"One down, two to go," chuckled the other rat, handing off another pacifier. This one went to Leonardo, who contented himself quickly once he had something to do with himself. He seemed to be gnawing on the pacifier, rather than sucking on it, but No-Longer-Lou chalked it up to curiosity at the foreign object.

Surprisingly- or perhaps not- Donatello was the next one to need something to work with. Raphael began calming down after a few moments of being the only one still crying, but when Donatello caught sight of Leonardo messing with the pacifier, he turned an utterly betrayed stare up at No-Longer-Lou until he gave the boy one to fiddle with.

With the remaining pacifier in hand, No-Longer-Lou smiled wearily at Raphael. "You may be a bit big to use this, Red. Do you still want to try?"

Raphael nodded firmly. "Raphie's the big brother. Gotta be the bestest essample."

No-Longer-Lou handed the pacifier over, and…yep, it was completely dwarfed by his son. Still, his boy held it in his mouth and smiled over at Michelangelo when the two met eyes.

Michelangelo blinked, then smiled back.

"Blanket delivery!" called the bigger Donatello, carrying a pile of blankets nearly as tall as he was.

Next to him, his brother Leonardo fussed. "Donnie, I told you I could have held some!"

"Easy, Leonardo," chuckled the other rat, easily lifting the blankets from Donatello's hands. "How about you make sure our visitors are tucked in and comfortable?"

"Okay, Father," chirped Leonardo, immediately doing exactly that- and perhaps peeking into No-Longer-Lou's arms a few times to peer at his boys.

Little Raphael watched the bigger boy curiously, then said around the pacifier, "Raphie thought we were th'only turtle people."

The bigger Leonardo paused for a moment, then looked at him. "So'd we."

Leonardo- the baby- met the other Leonardo's eyes, then spat out his pacifier- and yes, it was much more chewed-on than before. "Hi! Hi, hi, hi! I'm Leo!"

The other Leonardo blinked, then grinned. "Me too. It's a good name, right?"

Little Leonardo nodded, shaking his entire body from the effort. "Daddy pickeded it!"

No-Longer-Lou chuckled. "Feeling better now, are we?"

Little Leonardo nodded again, just as energetically. "Mikey no sad no more!"

"Did somebody say Mikey?!" crowed the older boy of the same name, wildly waving pillows over his head as he ran over.

"Midey! Midey! Midey!" cheered the baby around his pacifier, flailing his arms.

"That's right, little dude!" Older Michelangelo grinned and peered over at him as soon as he skidded to a stop in front of No-Longer-Lou. "We're the mightiest!"

"MIDEYST!" shrieked the baby in glee.

Little Donatello winced and paused his inspection of his pacifier to glare witheringly at his youngest brother.

"Careful, Michelangelo," chastised No-Longer-Lou. "Your brother has sensitive hearing, remember?"

Baby Michelangelo blinked, then frowned very seriously and wiggled until he was able to grab Little Donatello's arm in a hug- or rather, a- "Dondon hubbub."

Little Donatello's glare softened, and he went back to fiddling with the pacifier with his free hand. It seemed the hinge on the back occupied more of his attention than the squishy part meant to be sucked on.

The older Michelangelo pressed the pillows in his hands to his face. "D'awww, they're so cute!"

No-Longer-Lou smiled warmly. "They are, aren't they?"

"It seems like we've established that we have similar taste in names," chuckled the other rat. "Though, just to be sure, might I ask yours?"

No-Longer-Lou's smile turned bitter. "It doesn't matter. I'm only a splinter of the man I used to be, anyway."

The other rat's eyebrows rose. "What curious phrasing. I never was a man, but the name I was given before my mutation by the family I was brought into was…well, Splinter."

No-Longer-Lou straightened in the chair at that. "Curious indeed…"

After a moment of thought, on a half-formed hunch born of one too many late night sci-fi movie marathons, he continued, "You know, before my own mutation, I'd more-or-less befriended a rat in my- well. A rat. I…I'd chosen the name Lou Jitsu years ago, but…the name I was given was Yoshi."

A shaky breath from Splinter. "…Hamato Yoshi?"

No-Longer-Lou steadfastly kept his focus on his boys. "I haven't deserved that name in a long time."

He kept the part about not wanting to be associated with his family's 'traditions' firmly unsaid.

"You okay, Papa?" asked Raphael, reaching up to pat at his face.

"I will be," No-Longer-Lou said, pressing a kiss to the boy's forehead.

Splinter gently laid a hand on No-Longer-Lou's shoulder. "I swear to you, you and your children will be safe here for as long as you need. I don't know how you came to be here, but I will help you return home if you so wish."

No-Longer-Lou nodded, thickness rising up in his throat and clogging it.

"Mr. Lou, can I see Baby Mikey?" asked the older Michelangelo, setting the pillows down.

Both rats' eyebrows rose, and Splinter asked, "Mr. Lou?"

"Well, if he doesn't use that Yoshi name, and we can't call him Splinter because you're Splinter, then he's Mr. Lou!" Older Michelangelo crossed his arms and nodded decisively, his point made.

Splinter and…and Lou met each other's eyes with equally bemused expressions, then Lou looked down at his boys. "I don't know. Orange, would you like to see Big Michelangelo?"

"Bihmidey!" Michelangelo said seriously, patting at Donatello's arm before wriggling upright and peeking out at the older boy. "Bihmidey hi?"

"Heh, yep," said Older Michelangelo, beaming widely. "Hi, li'l Mikey!"

The baby chirped excitedly, bouncing in place until Older Michelangelo reached over to pick him up. Lou watched carefully, but it seemed the older boy had at least some idea of how to hold a young child, as he easily hefted Little Michelangelo against his side.

"I wanna see the babies!" exclaimed Older Leonardo.

"Me too!"

"Yeah!"

Little Leonardo giggled and clambered out of Lou's arms too quickly for him to react. "Hey, hey, hi! I'm big boy!"

Older Raphael darted forward to keep Little Leo from tumbling to the ground. "You sure are, yeesh! Don't hurt yourself!"

Little Raphael whined. "Leo, don't fall down like that! You'll get a owie!"

"S'okay, Raphie!" Little Leonardo grinned up at his brother, then at Older Raphael. "There's two Raphies! That's even more Raphie! Gonna be saferest!"

Little Raphael whined again, but after a brief moment where Older Raphael's eyes grew suspiciously moist, the older boy blinked quickly before grinning at his younger double. "You heard 'im. I'll keep your bro outta trouble, swear."

Little Raphael scowled. "You better."

"Did you want to come out and keep an eye on them?" asked Older Leonardo knowingly.

That got a nod out of Little Raphael, and the older boy helped him climb down to the ground.

With only Donatello left in his arms, Lou couldn't find it in himself to be surprised when the older Donatello peered at the younger boy. "What about you, Tinytello? You wanna come hang out?"

Little Donatello hissed in displeasure and flipped the hinged handle on the pacifier up and down more quickly.

"I'm guessing that's a 'no,' then," said Lou. "It's nothing against you, I promise. Today has simply been…a lot."

"Oh, I can get that," agreed Older Donatello immediately. "Like, I dunno what you were doing before you came here, but it didn't look very fun. And now a bunch of big brother wannabes are getting all up in his space and playing with his bros without him? I'd be on-edge, too."

Little Donatello's handle-flipping stilled, and he shifted to look at Older Donatello's chest. (Wasn't there a turtle-specific word for that part of their shells…?)

"I'm close, huh?" asked Older Donatello. "Figured it'd be something like that. That's okay, Tinytello! Sounds like you've been having a rough time of it. Do you want me to go do something else, or should I stay put?"

Little Donatello's forehead furrowed for a moment, then he gravely held the pacifier out to the older boy.

Lou's brows shot up. "Huh. I know Purple is unique in many ways, but he usually isn't so quick to decide a stranger is worthy of a gift…even if that gift belonged to the stranger, first."

Little Donatello frowned when Older Donatello didn't immediately take the pacifier, then gave the handle a demonstrative flip before shaking the pacifier a little.

Older Donatello's eyes widened, and he carefully took the pacifier and gave the handle a tentative flip.

Little Donatello chirruped, shifting in place to get comfy in the crook of Lou's elbow in such a way as to keep watching the older boy.

Splinter chuckled as the two Donatellos went back and forth, flipping and chirping. "I do believe your son has found a new friend in mine."

Lou huffed a weak laugh of his own. "I suppose he has."

He took the opportunity to scan the tunnel- or rather, now that he had a moment to think, the room within the tunnel.

Little Raphael and Older Leonardo stood aside as Little Leonardo cartwheeled in circles, ooh-ing and aah-ing whenever the younger boy glanced their way. Older Raphael kept a hawklike eye on the toddler, constantly circling around him to place himself between Leonardo and the nearest obstacles. Older Michelangelo hopped around the room, bouncing the baby with each hop and getting the both of them to giggle madly.

Little Donatello yawned contentedly and smushed the side of his face against Lou's arm, still watching Older Donatello bemusedly flip the handle of the pacifier.

Lou felt the adrenaline that had kept him moving for the past hour finally begin to drain, and it quickly became a struggle to keep his eyes open.

Splinter's hand came down on his shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "Rest, Lou. You and your sons are safe here. The rest can wait for now."

Lou nodded tiredly, and his eyes fluttered shut before he could have any further say in the matter.

[missusqorld]

Yandere girlfriend x fem!reader

Warnings: yandere content/dark content, unhealthy relationships dynamics, power imbalances, reader is implied to be naive and sheltered, manipulation, gaslighting kinda, toxic-ish. DNI if you are a minor. Although this post doesn’t have nsfw themes, this is mature content.

Lucille first fell in love with you the second she laid her eyes one you. It was truly a magically moment for her. Going through the grocery store was always a bore for her. She never really appreciated the mundane things in life. Having been lost in her thoughts, her hand reached out to grab some apples. However, at the same time, your hand had been aimlessly grabbing items while marking stuff off your grocery list. With the two hands bumping into each other, Lucille felt an electric shock. A sharp zap that turned her grey and gloomy life into one with colour. Immediately you begin to apologise to her. However, all Lucille can do is stare at you in awe. Your wide, doe eyes. Your soft complexion and the pink tinge on your cheeks. You looked so beautiful. Her heart was beating faster than it had ever beaten before.

Has she come across an angel?

“Please, take them!!” You offered her the item in your hand. Oh your sweet and melodious voice. She took the apple from you hand, making sure your hands brushed one another again. Oh there her heart goes again. Her face flushed, not knowing what to do.

“Thank you… Have we met before?” She finally was able to get out of her lovesick trance.

-

From that day on, your lives have been intertwined. Whether it be by fate or by someone pulling the strings. An unhealthy infatuation began. Lucille did everything she could to make you both cross paths again. She befriended you. She acted as someone you could trust, someone you could tell your deepest secrets to. It was almost too good to be true. And too good to be true it was. Lucille had finally found something - no, someone to live for. Someone to take care of. Everything in your world all started to get brighter with her around yet also fall apart. Your friends no longer call you or hang out with you. Lucille made sure of that. She manipulated you into thinking they weren’t good enough and were bad influences.

Given that you were rather sheltered and naive. You clung to Lucille crying about how your friends don’t talk to you or how badly they have treated you. Lucille would merely coo at you whilst rubbing your back, giving you small but sweet palm kisses.

Whenever you both did make your relationship official, you could see a shift in her behaviour. She became more protective or should I say: possessive. Every little thing that threatened your relationship was carefully eliminated. That guy in the cafe that was eyeing you up? Gone. The bartender who was not so subtly flirting with you? What bartender? That one annoying friend that thinks your relationship is toxic? Moved away.

Lucille had perfectly found ways to isolate you from people and to get you to rely on her. She carefully crafted a meek, vulnerable darling. Of course you weren’t aware of this having your full trust on her. It was so adorable really.

One day, you came home rather distressed. You cried and cried for what seemed like hours until Lucille arrived. Seeing your red, puffy eyes, Lucille saw red. Who on earth hurt you? How dare they?

“Darling… What’s wrong?” She rushed over to your side. Quickly placing gently pecks on your head to soothe you. She rubbed circles on your back as you cried on her shoulder. Trying your best to calm down, only your sniffles being heard, you spoke: “These men were har-harassing me at w-work and they said these r-really awful things about what they wanted to do with m-me.” You hiccuped out the sentence. Lucille’s face hardened. How dare they make her sweet angel cry?

“Darling, tell me what are their names,” she demanded.

Needless to say she got you to quite your job and also got them fired. Turns out those men harassing you turned up missing on the news. Apparently they all left for a bar late at night and hadn’t return back home. You didn’t need to know what Lucille had done to them. You were too innocent and cute. The cries of the men that hurt you were like music to her ears. As they begged for mercy, Lucille cackled and struck the last blow. She made you completely rely on her. You didn’t need a job anyways. She will provide for you.

All you gotta do is be hers forever.

- umm there will be a continuation maybe

Kinda how I imagine her. Btw got this off picrew <3 much love to the creator hunbloom. 10/10 would recommended

[cosmicanemoia]

Homecoming

Amelia Shepherd x Reader

(ex-lovers turn to friends)

Amelia Shepherd x Kai Bartley

(lovers breaking up)

Love Me Till You Leave Me part 17

Note: I want to try something other than the red string of fate for bringing them back together, hence the science (earthquake) references.

Amelia and Kai knew that there's a cracking in their relationship. They didn't know how or when it happened. This said cracks are beginning to grow at a fast rate, and they both know the reason.

Amelia jumps too fast into another relationship, not letting herself fully move on.

Kai went back to her because they didn't like the job they left her for.

A metaphorical crack became a fault, and it started to part rather faster. One of them on the opposite sides, wherever this quake might lead, it's for sure not going to end for them to be together.

Their diversion will somehow lead to her's and your's diversion.

Someone had offered Kai a job, far from where they currently recide. They were going to talk with Amelia about it, but it turned into a fight, and eventually, their break up.

Amelia found a letter on the coffee table when she went home. She read who it was addressed and saw Kai's name. Seeing that it was already opened, she decided to read it. It was the letter offering Kai a job, somewhere far. Her mind suddenly starts to fog, and she starts to play scenarios in her mind. She starts to doubt Kai.

When Kai went home, Amelia greeted them with a question, "What's this?" She said while holding the letter on her hand, waving it to Kai. "You're going to leave and take this job again. I'm such an idiot!" She accused them. "What are you talking about? I was going to discuss it with you--" Kai defended, but Amelia quickly cuts them off, "Oh. So, you're actually considering it. " "What?!" Kai asked, their starting to get annoyed.

A: GO! Leave, like everybody else has-- the only one who never left me is Y/N, and I was dumb enough to leave her, just ao I can be with you.

K: Oh. Y/N, the great and perfect y/n, of course. Are you even going to admit that you're still in love with her? All this time?

A: Do not put this on me.

K: For fucks sake, Amelia stop bullshiting me.

Amelia and Kai's eyes start to water. Their word stinging each other.

A: I'm going home.

K: But you are home

A: I'm going home

K: What are you talking abo-- *walks up to Amelia and scans her face* Did you use again? Are you high?

A: *felt like a truck hit her out of nowhere* OH MY GOD. --I can't believe you'd think that, and even have the nerve to say it out loud. I AM NOT HIGH. I'm actually more sober than I'd ever been.

They were quiet for a moment, tears running down their faces.

K: I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I just--

A: Can you stop explaining yourself for once and just own your mistake?

K: I'm sorry, I really am.

They look into each other eyes.

A: This was never going to last, is it?

K: I guess not.

Amelia hugged Kai as if it's going to be the last. "We need to break up before we kill each other," Amelia said, which made Kai sigh and chuckle. "I'm going home." Amelia said once more.

Amelia held Kai's hand and looked into their eyes and said:

"You're like a drug

I'm always gonna want you

Cause I'm an addict

Even though you're not good for me

You had this hold on me

That keeps me wanting more

Even if it hurts

But I want to sober up

I want to be free of you

So, I'm going to get help

And I'm going home."

She let's go of Kai's hand and left the house they lived in together.

Then she went to you. Her home.

-----

Someone was knocking at your door, very late at night. When you got to the door, you slightly opened it to see who was on the other side. It was Amelia. You can tell she's been crying because her eyes are red and puff, you fully open the door, "Hey, Ames. What's up? Are you okay? Please, come in. " A voice inside the house called your name and asked if it was the pizza. Amelia scoffs, "You're with someone-- Sorry, I shouldn't have come here." Amelia ran off, and you're left confused.

Amelia kept walking. She wasn't even looking left and right when she crossed the street. She was so lost in her own thoughts that she didn't even realise someone was following her. She didn't see that the light was green, so she just kept walking. She didn't notice the car coming at her until it's too late for her to make a move, she's paralysed. Just when she's about to get hit by the car, someone had pulled her up and saved her life.

It was you. She was drowning, and you pulled her out of the abyss.

You check if she's okay. "Ames, are you okay?"

"Y/N" was all Amelia could say.

"What were you thinking?" You stated and concern evident in your tone and in your eyes 'that you don't love me anymore,' she thinks to herself. "Are you alright?" You inquired again. "I am now. You just saved my life... in more ways than one, " she assured you.

You asked her to come home and spend the night in your house.

When you got there, she looked around and did a quick scan of the house. The voice she had heard earlier was not present anymore. It was your sister and you asked her to leave. She didn't question who it was, though, and left it on her mind to ask in the morning.

You let her sleep in your bed, as you can see that she needs it more than you.

In the morning, she wakes up first and cooks for you, just like old times, but not exactly like old times.

You wake up to the smell of breakfast and to the sound someone was making in the kitchen. You stood up and walked to see who it was. It was Amelia. Her hair tied up in a messy bun, wearing your clothes that you'd lend her last night, you smile and ache at the same time by the domesticity of it all.

[the-bar-sinister]

Deicide: Red Shift (36743 words) by VickytheSnake, thesavagesabretooth Chapters: 9/?

Summary: A mysterious signal is drawing ships across the Grand Line to a place called Elegia for the first ever concert by the rising star singer, Uta. Following the signal are Cross Guild and fallen emperor Shanks, the Charlotte family, the Donquixote Pirates and the shattered remnants of Law's crew, and Kid's crew, and Cavendish and Bartolomeo.

And the Straw Hats and their captain Luffy, who hasn't seen Uta since they were both little children at their idol Shanks' knee.

Perhaps this meeting was ordained by fate. Perhaps, in the end, there was only ever one tragic outcome possible.

But Luffy has other plans.

catch up here

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Uta was on top of the world. The buzz of the crowd's cheer filled her and radiated through her very being as she swept Luffy off the stage and towards the narrow corridors past the mechanical props and curtains.

The praise of the fans uplifted her—but what made her heart soar even more was the warm hand in hers, the familiar dopey smile that she hadn't seen in so long, the presence of LUFFY. Her rival, her best friend, her whole childhood before—

Her mind shut out the details for now, her smile twitching a little wider as she glanced back at him while coming to a stop beside a door marked with a large star and her name. Easing it open, she gestured for him to go inside. "We can mingle in the crowd if you wanna later, but…geeze, Luffy! I wanna catch up!" 

"Yeah, I can introduce you to everybody in a bit!" He was grinning widely too, clearly as thrilled as she was. He was still so recognizable from when she was a kid– she would have recognized him anywhere.

Although there was the matter of the hat he was wearing.

Her eyes kept drifting to it, sending a writhing feeling twisting through her heart before she averted her eyes to look into his.

"Everybody huh?" she eased into her dressing room with him and gestured for him to have a seat.

Her dressing room was comfortable, plush chairs padded in heart-red upholstery, great big mirrors lined with makeup—she realized too late that she'd moved her collection of wanted posters there, catching them over Luffy's shoulder—the faces of 'Charlotte Linlin', 'Sanji Vinsmoke', 'Doflamingo Donquixote' and 'Bepo' staring back at her as she looked instead at the arrangement of snacks that Gordon and the people of the island had probably left to boost her morale for the show.

"You brought friends, yeah?" 

"Yeah, my whole crew!" He beamed widely and looked around with the same wide, dark eyes she'd known as a child. He hopped up to sit on her vanity table, kicking his feet excitedly. "Is all this your stuff?"

Uta walked over to him and quickly shuffled the letter from one of her greatest fans—probably one of the last ones—into its drawer. With a smile, she bumped his shoulder. "Uh huh—I mean, this is a temporary dressing room so it's kind of sparsely furnished, but it's all mine."

She picked up her transponder snail and took a snapshot of him on her table. She hoped he didn't notice the posters, at least. "You've got a crew huh? What are you, an adventurer or something? Bounty Hunter?"

Luffy's grin hitched even wider, into the kind of too-giant smile he'd often pulled when he thought he was going to get the better of her.

"Nope! Guess what? You already know somebody on my crew!" He wiggled his feet, heels bouncing off the leg of her vanity.

Uta's head tilted to the side, her hair bouncing over her shoulder as her eyes once more wandered to the hat hanging from its string around his neck. She forced her eyes away again as the obvious answer hammered in her hindbrain, shut out as best it could by her desperate excitement at seeing him.

He became a pirate, a pirate. He wasn't a marine, wasn't an adventurer. He—he could have been a merchant, or who knows what else.

She pursed her lips/ "I already know someone? I dunno about that, Luffy. I haven't exactly gotten to know a lot of people out here, and nobody from the island's left in years and years. I—"

Her eyes suddenly widened as she snapped her attention to the wanted posters, specifically the one for 'Sanji Vinsmoke', the one that claimed he was part of the Straw Hat crew.

Straw Hat—like the one around Luffy's neck. "Oh…" 

In full answer, and as her sinking heart suspected, he pointed at the poster. 

"You know my cook, Sanji!! Do you collect pirate posters? How come you don't have mine?" He cocked his head owlishly. "Is it because Sanji's handsome? That's an awful picture of him, too."

Uta felt the cold, gnawing sensation of discomfort below at her ribcage, her lips tightening somewhat as she glanced between Luffy and the poster of Sanji. 

"I don't exactly collect them. They just washed up on the shore a while back and I thought they were interesting."

She'd kind of obsessed over them for weeks, until Gordon coaxed her attention back to the concert at hand. He'd reminded her of what really mattered. She tried to still her racing heart as she grit her teeth and continued.

"I didn't know you were a pirate, Luffy. I've never seen your poster. I never heard anything about you—I'd thought…I mean—you're really a fucking pirate?" she couldn't keep the edge of anger from her voice. 

Luffy blinked at her, his dark gaze both piercing and showing something like confusion. "Well, yeah, of course I'm a pirate! The question is why aren't YOU a pirate! We always used to talk about who was gonna be the better captain!"

Uta jolted, and her jaw tightened as she put her hand to her chest. "That was when we were KIDS, Luffy! Stupid kids who didn't know anything about what pirates are really like!"

The burning cities, that little girl's family slaughtered on the beach, the suffering delivered in the papers every day to her doorstep. Shanks sailing off into the distance with the confirmation that he thought she was too weak, too worthless to waste his time with anymore—

"We grew up, " her eyes widened behind the fringe of her hair. "Pirates are monsters, Luffy. Pirates pillage, rape, kill—they don't care about anyone but themselves!"

She gripped her fingers over her chest, trying to still the frantic beating of her heart. "I mean, even the better ones are misguided." 

"Some pirates are like that," Luffy said. "But like, so are plenty of people who aren't pirates? That's not what being a pirate is! And it's not true that pirates only care about themselves– they care about their crew, too!"

He hopped off the vanity and stepped up to her, putting his hands on her shoulder. "And anybody they want to care about, because pirates are free!"

"Pirates are free—" Uta stared at him incredulously with a sharp furrow of her brow. "Are you fucking stupid, Luffy? Pirates—Pirates are the opposite of freedom! They're just as dirty as the World Government, bullying people who are weaker than them, just like the worthless bastard who's damned hat you're wearing! Why do you even HAVE that?"

She grabbed his shoulders with a sharp grin, the two of them now holding one another by the shoulders as she leaned in. "He's not the man you thought he was, you know. HE showed me what a pirate really is." 

Luffy's eyes widened, and she watched dawning understanding bloom on his face.

"Oh. It was Shanks that made you lose faith in pirates. I understand." 

His voice, which had up to that point been filled with passion drained of it, sounding dull and monotone. He reached up and took the hat off his head, putting it on top of her vanity. "You're right about him, at least."

Uta felt a sting of hope at that. Sad and twisted as it was, the fact that Luffy seemed to understand was a light in the darkness. He knew about the way Shanks really was, how uncaring and selfish he was under his smile and his promises that he cared.

"I am—he left me here, Luffy. After telling Gordon that I wasn't strong enough to be part of his crew, that he didn't need me." She whispered low under her breath. "He threw me away. Just like any other pirate. The news is full of stories like that, Gordon's told me stories too—I've read letters. The world would be better off without pirates."

She smiled at him, trying to drown out the anger with that flicker of hope. "So give up being a pirate, Luffy! You should join me—we can be whatever we want in the world!" 

Luffy didn't answer. Instead, he immediately scooped her into a tight hug, leaning his cheek against her forehead. His lean body was warm and his arms were strong. He smelled like the sea, and like tobacco, and some kind of oil. He still didn't answer— for a moment he just held her. He held her tight.

Uta froze for a moment, her breath catching in her throat before she leaned into his embrace with a hiccup of breath, taking deep breaths of the scent that lingered on him. It was at once nostalgic—memories of what she'd once thought were happy times on the high seas—and heartbreaking. She leaned against him, eyes closed tight against the waves of emotion inside her. 

"He hurt me too. I– I'm not surprised, Uta. He never told me why you left. Just that you wanted to be a singer. I think I always knew it wasn't true."

"He's a liar." Her voice shook, pathetically—weakly! In a way that she'd have kicked herself for showing when they were children, but right now she couldn't bring herself to care. "I told him that I was going to leave in the morning and he left while I was asleep, Luffy. He didn't even turn to look when I cried out to his ship on the horizon. He hurt you too? And you still believe in being a pirate?"

She squeezed him tightly, burrowing her face against his shoulder. 

He held her, and petted her hair softly, holding her against his chest. She'd already seen the huge scar there, like an X of puckered, shiny flesh. 

"Shanks isn't the only man who inspired me to be a pirate," he explained in that quiet, dull voice. "I'm a pirate for my own sake, not only for his. When we were kids, I would have done anything to get on his ship, but just to sail away. I probably would have felt the same way about any pirate who came to the island who wasn't an obvious monster."

Uta reached her fingers up to trace the shape of the scar on his chest, her eyes hot and watering against his shoulder. 

"He was good at pretending he wasn't a monster," she murmured against him. "All I've heard are horror stories of him on the sea… Who else inspired you, Luffy? What else could have made you wanna be one of them?" 

His fingers trailed softly through the locks of her hair, hanging by her cheeks. She felt the pads of his fingers brush her jaw for a moment– rough and calloused. 

"My brothers, Ace, and Sabo. I wish you could have met Ace. Did you hear about— did the news?" His voice broke momentarily, and she saw the darkness in his deep eyes glisten.

"Brothers—?" Uta's heart seized for another moment. More people in Luffy's past, just like her, that he'd taken to caring for as something closer than just friends? Was the feeling in her chest jealousy? Or regret? Or—

She hissed softly through her teeth and shook her head. "I don't get a lot of news here, Luffy. Gordon gives me what he can find, bu-but it's not a lot.." 

He took a shuddering breath, and his arm wrapped around her again– some devil fruit power that he must have gotten after she left.

Luffy shook his head. "I thought so. They killed him, Uta. The Marines murdered him. I almost saved him but I couldn't—" he stopped and swallowed, and took another deep breath. "After you left, gramps sent me away from the village, into the woods to be raised by bandits. Ace was there too, and we ran away."

The marines. A force as evil as any pirate. Luffy's grandfather was a marine, she had known that from Shanks—a powerful and awful man who treated Luffy with a heavy hand. A memory, a moonlit night as Uta watched the stars sitting side by side with Luffy on the shore after another one of their silly contests, came back to her all of a sudden. He'd talked about Garp—and talked about his dreams of becoming a pirate. Something she teased and needled him over in the spirit of their rivalry.

It was no surprise that Garp threw him away into the woods where he met a kindred spirit, and it was no surprise the marines killed him either.

"Ran away—" She laughed weakly. "You always got up to something whenever I wasn't around, huh? Hahah…" 

That feeling clawed at her ribcage again, and she grit her teeth into a smile. "He–he inspired you to become a pirate, then? When you ran away?"

"We were all gonna be pirates," he said quietly. "Me, and Ace, and Sabo. Sabo's a noble who ran away with us. We should have left together but we argued about who was going to be captain…"

Uta's short, sharp laugh came out more like a huff as she squeezed him. "Just like you and me used to, huh?" 

"Yeah." His voice rasped, and he lifted his chin from where he'd been resting it against her shoulder. He looked her in the eyes. "I don't want to argue any more, and I don't want to leave people behind anymore. I want you to come be our musician, Uta."

Uta jerked in his arms to look down at him through her swimming vision, her brow knitting together. "You—you want me to be your musician, your pirate musician?"

She could feel the world narrowing around her, inside her, a small ping of some old and buried excitement welled up—the promise of sea salt scented adventure and her dream to be a great pirate, as great a pirate as she was a singer—but it warred against something bright and loud, whispering with her own smile that she hated pirates. They only made the world worse, and the only way to fix it was the kindle a new era.

"But, my new era—" 

"I don't know anything about your 'new era', Uta. I'm not really interested in eras, or new things, you know?" His eyes were dark like the bottom of the sea and completely fixated on her. "But I know it was your dream to become a pirate. A dream Shanks destroyed for you I guess. I want to make your dream come true."

Her dream. 

Once upon a time her dream was to become a great pirate, more than she already had been. But she'd started to get a new dream, right? A dream that the people of Elegia supported; prayed for nightly. A new era, free of the pain of pirates and of the world government. A new world where nobody had to suffer anymore.

But Luffy's eyes were as dark and deep as they ever were, weren't they? They drew her in and dragged her back into the parts of the past that Shanks hadn't yet ruined. The past that inspired her music—her lyrics packed with the desperate nostalgia to see him again.

I recall that day we played together by the sea. Just you and me. Still that scent of ocean seems to fade each passing day—It slips away. So I sing an old familiar song, I hope you know the one.

I will sing to call you back to me

He was here now, wasn't he? He'd come back, and now he was asking her to join his crew—to be a pirate.

"Luffy—"

"Come with me, Uta. On our great pirate adventure."

Uta's breath hitched again, that whispering face inside her stopped smiling and she felt herself tremble as she reached up to run her hand through the pale half of her hair with a laugh. 

"Hahah! Hahh…oh god–I mean, wow…. Our great pirate adventure?"

Tell him no, tell him no, tell him no, tell him no. There's nothing but pain in piracy, tell him no. The new era is the only way to make sure nobody's hurt by them or the World Government ever again—"Don't you think it's a little late for me?" she asked, "I mean, it's been years and years since it was supposed to start, Luffy." 

He grabbed her hands suddenly, squeezing them in his own. She was struck again by their warmth, and their rough calluses. 

"It's only too late if you decide it's too late, Uta.It's never too late to chase a dream, and believe in yourself."

The voice had fallen quiet in her heart, and Uta couldn't help but feel the hint of a smile tug at the corners of her lips. 

"I—" 

She hadn't believed so much of herself for a long time, not in anything except her voice and her music.

Uta brushed her fingers over his calloused hands "let me finish the concert first, Luffy" she whispered. "I can't say yes until I know I've at least given my fans that. I'll meet the crew, we'll play our games—I want to challenge you again! Just like old times!"

The excitement had started to leak into her voice again. "I'll win, like always—a bunch more times by the time the concert ends! And then, then maybe I'll be your musician. Deal?" 

"Deal!" he giggled and wrapped his arms around her again.

-

Luffy was smiling and waving as he ran back to them in the crowd while Uta headed back on stage.

Robin had been half expecting Luffy to have dragged her over to their little group with the announcement that the crew finally had the musician he'd obsessed over since before Robin had even joined.

She'd expected a personal encounter with this mysterious rebel songstress, but perhaps Luffy had a further surprise in mind than that quick turnaround. He was smiling at least, unlike with that encounter with Shanks—

It must have gone well with her behind closed doors. Here they'd gotten their campsite set up during the wait with only mild squabbling, mostly between their swordsman and their cook, as they settled in for what was sure to be a long and—if the World Government was furious enough—eventful festival. More so than even that festival held by Bullet in his strength obsessed nihilism.

She'd taken to talking with Franky and the others, hearing their thoughts on the first set of songs as she watched the crowd for anything odd—after all, they'd all just heard that their beloved idol was the sister of Straw Hat Luffy despite her apparent loathing for the profession.

She waved to Luffy as he approached. "Captain." 

"Heeey!!" He dive bombed into her arms, and once she had hold of him, leaned in close to tell her,"Uta's gonna come be our musician! …probably."

Robin bloomed several arms to help support him, holding him close with a half smile. "My, my—that was quick. The way people were talking I thought it might be a hard sell."

Nami poked her head over. "Wait, for fuckin' real??? Uta—Uta's gonna be our fucking musician??"

"It was kinda a hard sell, yeah, but she came around." He nodded to both of them. "Mostly anyway, she still didn't say for sure, but it was basically all set. After the concert."

After the concert—Robin looked up at the perfect sky above , still glittering and sparkling with the strange projected images and lights from the show that lingered even when Uta left. "I'll admit, I'm rather interested to meet her."

Sanji almost tripped on himself, meat skewers in hand, and ran up to Luffy with a broad grin. 

"I can't think of a better choice for ship musician, Luffy! Lady Uta—" he glanced at the stage with that amusingly lovesick expression of his.

Luffy grinned over at him. "Oh I knew you'd be thrilled, Sanji!"

As he turned his head though, Robin noticed his expression change— and he stared not at Sanji but somewhere in the distance behind him.

An eye bloomed on his forehead, looking in the same direction as his own eyes to grant her a little insight as she held him in her arms.

"I can only imagine she's got a nicer voice than mosshead when he's on a bender," Sanji snickered as he went back to cooking. 

"Something wrong with my voice, cook?" Zoro huffed.

Luffy was still staring. And a moment later, Robin saw what he saw.

Just in time for Luffy to disentangle himself from her grip and go running like a cannonball in the direction that he'd been looking.

It was Doflamingo.

"Oh no—" Robin's muted voice didn't quite get across the sting of panic as she took off after Luffy with a furrow of her brow and the alarm of the crew.

Doflamingo—the former tyrant of Dressrosa, the man who Law Trafalger had contracted them to help take down his pedestal—had supposed to be on his way to Impel Down long ago. And yet here he was, much to Luffy's obvious displeasure.

This was going to be a scene.

-

Law was having a panic attack. He was having the panic attack from hell. 

He'd been having a panic attack, until his stalwart first mate Bepo dragged him off to shop his nerves away—so now he was having a panic attack with bag full of fucking concert merchandise dangling from his arm. One of the tone dials had rattled enough to start playing, muffled between a sweater and a paper fan as he stared into the middle distance with despair in his dark eyes.

He took a deep breath "this is going to be a disaster. I mean—shit, not only is Straw Hat HERE but his sister's the fuckin' main attraction? He's going to see us, he's gonna see us and he's gonna ask questions and I am NOT ready, Bepo. I ain't ready at all!"

He wasn't going to be calm any time soon. 

Bepo had his big paw warmly on Law's back as they walked back toward where the family had camped out for the concert. "Come on, Law, he probably will be too busy with Uta to notice anybody else here."

"You say that, Bepo, you say that!" Law threw his hands up "But the thing about Luffy is the last thing you EVER expect with him is the exact thing that'll happen! And if you try to expect the unexpected? Somehow he goes entirely according to plan! Unless he DOESN'T!" 

"There, there, captain I— oh no."

Oh no was right. No, 'oh no' didn't even half cut it.

They came into view of the family just in time to see Straw Hat Luffy barrelling straight toward Doflamingo like a charging bull.

Law grabbed Bepo by his concert t-shirt's shoulders and hauled himself out to shout "SEE???" When he let go and dropped to the ground, he immediately opened his room and teleported Bepo and himself all the way to the family, interposing himself between Luffy and Doffy as fast as he could with a sharp hiss of breath.

It was a good way to get a fist to the face—but also a good way to avert a goddamned war in the middle of the Uta concert. He heard Baby 5 shout, and the clack a forming firearm cocking just behind him. It was not even the only firearm he heard clicking ready.

He didn't have any time to process that though, because Luffy slammed into him at a stupidly high velocity, sending both of them careening across the grass, tearing up the turf into a long streak of dirt.

Law cried out in frustrated pain as he wrapped his arms around Luffy and tumbled end over end across the grass like some kind of stupid fucking comedy act.

He heard Violet laughing into her hand as she stepped out of their way. It was almost reassuring it looked as stupid as it felt. 

As they slowed over the grass they started to roll, and Law saw Luffy wide eyed above him, his fury taking on a baffled air of confusion.

"Traffy???"

"Straw Hat." He was flat on his back in the dredged up dirt, looking deep into Luffy's eyes. "You look well. Was the trip from Wano fun?" 

"No it sucked! Why's Mingo here? We gotta beat him up again!" Luffy, without further comment, hauled both himself, and Law to their feet, practically throwing Law over his shoulder. 

Upright now, or at least something like it, Law could see the Donquixote family looking at the two of them with a mixed air of dubious spectacle and speculative murderous intent. Bepo was watching from behind his claws.

Buffalo had his hand on his guns, his expression fixed in a look of fury, Vergo had coated his bamboo stick in haki with a tired sigh, Violet was still fucking laughing because of course she was, the whole gang was up in arms—-

And he was dangling on Luffy's arm with a weak laugh.

Baby 5 made it worse when she called out, multi-barreled revolving rifle jutting out from a skimpy Uta-branded tank top and aimed squarely at Luffy. 

"Want me to ice this guy, Corazon!???"

Law's blood ran cold as he held his hands up. "No! No, absolutely not!"

"Aww…" Derringer kicked a rock "I wanted to get my shot at Mr. '''Lucy''''."

"NO!" Law shouted again. "Luffy, I…Look, no, we don't gotta fight 'em right now." 

Luffy's two brain-cells were struggling to connect as he stared between the weapons pointed at him– luckily guns so Straw Hat clearly wasn't worried– and then at Law. 

"What? Why not? Who's Corazon?"

Luffy's dark, intense gaze connected with him.

Doffy was watching the whole thing tensely through his crimson shades. Law couldn't see his hands, but he suspected they were tense.

"Whatta ya mean 'who's Corazon'?" Baby 5 snorted as she waved the gun towards him again "HE—"

Law gave her the most pleading look he could before he grabbed Luff's shoulders with a tight smile. "Look, Luffy—I know we've had our issues with the Donquixotes, but we don't gotta make a scene at your sister's big co—"

"He's Corazon!" Baby 5 finished, clearly not getting the hint. "Like, Law. He's our Corazon." 

Luffy looked between Law and Baby 5, and back again. His look of confusion turned into a scowl of more confusion. By this point, some of the Straw Hats were coming closer, and maybe worse— the crowd around them was starting to take notice of what was happening.

Luffy dropped Law unceremoniously to the ground, and then he dropped himself unceremoniously to the ground with him, crossing his arms.

"You're Corazon?"

Weapons were drawn, the agitated crowd of pirate hating civvies were getting riled up, the Straw Hats were getting ready for their specialty (extraordinary violence), and now Luffy's ire was turned on him as he dusted himself off.

"Yeah, Luffy. I've had a real fucking bad few weeks off of Wano. A lot's happened." He gestured towards the Donquixotes, and then to Doflamingo. "And I don't want to deal with the disaster of you two butchering one another on a live broadcast to the entire world." 

"Trafalgar's right, captain," Zoro's grumbling voice came from just behind him. "This is a bad place for a dust up. Conversation or fight, we ought to take this somewhere quieter, if we've got the option."

Luffy didn't look behind him, he just looked thoughtful. "Alright. Do we have the option, Corazon?"

Law couldn't quite read the emotion in Luffy's voice, but it was sure thick with something.

Law grimaced, glancing over his shoulder at Doflamingo and the family. Baby 5 was still chomping at the bit (and her cigarette) to defend him from his own fucking kinda-boyfriend— provided the man didn't decide to break up with him by breaking his face.

"We got the option, alright? Easy. Right?" 

"Alright." Luffy nodded sharply and let his swordsman help him up. "Let's go somewhere quiet."

Both groups of pirates were nearly silent as they left the concert area, both taking their full strength with them— quite the crowd at some 25 or so of them in total. They made their way in silence across one of the large bridges that connected the little island where the stage was to the larger island with the town.

It was quiet here, the sound of Uta's singing distant against the calls of the seabirds. Without discussion, the Straw Hats collected on one side of the bridge, and the Donquixotes on the other.

Law and Luffy met in the middle, accompanied by Doffy and Nico Robin.

Robin looked at him with her piercing eyes, and gave him a small and enigmatic smile before she placed a hand on her Captain's head.

It was a dramatic fucking standoff—but he expected it to be the moment he saw Luffy up there on the stage. He tried to smile at Luffy, his arm looped around his sword. "So uh—I imagine you're upset and confused, Stra—Luffy." 

[mistydeyes]

Cherry lip balm with Graves and fem!reader ♡

thank you for submitting! love this prompt with my problematic fave <3

link to the prompt list and 1k celebration!

prompt: cherry lip balm - what was your first kiss like?

pairing: Phillip Graves x fem!reader

warnings: swearing

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Despite what most people thought, Phillip had been a complete gentleman for you over the last few dates. "It's the southern hospitality in me," he would say as he held doors open for you or pulled out a chair at restaurants. However, you just wished he would put that aside and give you a goodnight's kiss instead of just walking you to the door. You sighed at the thought and delicately smoothed your red lipstick. Tonight was the fated third date and Phillip had planned something special for tonight. While you insisted he didn't have to, he had planned to pick you up from your townhome and escort you to dinner. You smoothed your black silk dress before you heard the doorbell. You hurriedly walked down the stairs and smiled as you could see Phillip wave to you on the other side of the door.

"You look gorgeous, darling," he whispered as he looked at you in the doorway. You couldn't help but blush slightly and bite your scarlet lip as you felt like you were being put on a pedestal. "I got these for you," he said as you looked back up and pulled out a bouquet behind his back. There were a dozen red roses, delicately wrapped in pink tissue paper. "Oh thank you," you replied but there was some hesitation in your voice as you looked at the other two bouquets that sat in vases on the table. He noticed it quickly and followed you inside as you went to find yet another vase. "Do you not like them? I can take them back?" he said worriedly and you couldn't help but laugh slightly. "It's not that, I just have so many already," you replied and he leaned on the counter as you cut the stems off the ends of the bouquet. "Just some more pretty flowers, for a pretty girl," he remarked and you turned to him. As he leaned on your counter, illuminated by your small kitchen light and looking absolutely handsome in his suit, you just wanted to know what his lips felt like on yours.

However, you were soon pulled out of your fantasy as your distracted gaze resulted in your accidentally pricking your finger. "Shit," you mumbled as you held the wound. Phillip immediately stood up from the counter and held your hand as he inspected the small cut. He had closed the space between you and you wondered if he could feel your heartbeat. You placed a gentle hand on his concerned face and it prompted him to turn to you. "Phillip," you said quietly before leaning in and meeting him with a kiss. His hands moved from yours and held your waist as you deepened the kiss. He tasted like fresh mint toothpaste and his lips were surprisingly soft. As you ran one hand through his hair, you could feel him hold you tightly and hold the silk fabric of your dress to your skin. After a few breathless moments, you pulled away with a smile.

"I'm sorry," you began to apologize for your forward actions but he stopped you. "I've been wanting that since our first date," he replied and you responded with laughter. "So why didn't you?" you countered as you grabbed a bandage for your finger. "A gentleman only kisses on the third date," he said and you continued to laugh. "Well you kept that promise," you remarked, and realizing the time, you quickly put the flowers in water and headed off to his car. On the ride there, you smiled as he told you of his original idea of your first kiss. "There's a gazebo and a string of fairy lights! Once we had dessert, I was going to lean over and kiss you as they played your favorite classical piece," he exclaimed as he sped through the streets. "You took that out from a movie," you replied before you gently wiped off your red lipstick from his lips. "I might have put a little too much thought into it."

[diduthinkihadforgotten]

tonight i am thinking about how you’d play with my hair til i fell asleep in your arms. remembering doing the same to you.

i say it all the time but i keep replaying every moment in my mind on a loop. every movie night, every bad joke you laughed at anyway, every eye roll and sleepy morning the late night conversations and the last time i ever hugged you.

i miss our dog. i miss the kind of frivolous impulsivity we brought out in each other. silly adventures with my most fun friends and my favorite person. when we got our dog, our Draco, it was another random wonderful thing. the way you looked at me when i told you i’d take him home.

i thought about sending you an ill advised late night message, something-something i had a best friend and now i don’t. i haven’t felt this alone since i was a scared little kid.

that probably isn’t healthy. probably a bad omen. but my mind keeps going back to that night you fought my ex, before he was my ex, for my honor. you always told me i deserved better than anyone here could give. that fucking tic tac toe game.

someone once told me that you and me were always gonna be playing secret mental 4d chess light yagami & l lawliet style until we either fucked or killed each other. i had already won at that point- you told me as much.

i remember when we had that conversation. you and me were in our own little world sitting across from each other and locked in the best pokemon game i’d had in months. that tiny picnic table was crowded like the last supper. we had 13 people not including ourselves. we’d arranged the whole hang out so we could play cards in the dark and drink cheap brandy.

i was about two turns away from winning the game when you looked me in the eye and told me that i’d officially and entirely beaten you. i asked if you meant the card game and you said no. i laughed and we put the cards away anyway.

we were close again so quickly. all it took was a 16 hour phone call in february and a premonition.

when i moved back i was so terrified id be entirely and wholly alone, but there you were. i hadn’t even told you i was coming back yet. but you were waiting. you’d made the rest of them wait too. i didn’t spend a day alone that i didn’t want to.

even now, it’s like you’ve got a sixth sense for when i’m feeling especially and overwhelmingly alone. you still care and still check on me even though we broke everything and you should hate me for it.

i wonder what weird red string-christmas lights up on the wall-twin flame fate tied us together like that. if i occupy a similar spot in the back of your mind to the niche i let you stay in.

i’m sure someday we’ll see each other somewhere as inconsequential as a grocery store, or out and about on halloween. it’s a small town after all. we can’t pretend to avoid each other forever.

i miss you, too.

[sacredcyber]

Found something in my wips, red string fated lovers silverV shenanigans. I think I’ll work on it when I feel the angst, which is often lol.

The bliss of an after coitus glow was something Johnny found himself experiencing less and less these days. He lay in bed, a blonde on one side and redhead on the other. The dark ambiance of his apartment feels appropriate. Nothing but cigarette smoke, the smell of sex, and the soft red ambient glow of his thread. He holds his arm up and stares at it, the thread flows gently, tightly wound on his ganic arm. He chuckles, it used to be on his other wrist, that was before, well, before having it blown the fuck off.

He remembers how he felt, for a moment it felt like freedom, like he could do whatever he wanted, be with whoever he wanted. Until it appeared on the other, then the feelings of frustration returned again. He sits up and rips the blanket of himself and his guests. “Hey, yo what the fuck?!” the redhead yells. Johnny rolls his eyes, “Got a show to get ready for doll, time for you to start fucking off.” He turns and plants a hard smack on the blonde’s ass, she immediately shoots out of her dreams and yelps in pain. “Use your FUCKING GANIC HAND!” He ignores her.

“You too, this ain’t a home for wayward whores.” He hops out of bed and stretches, taking a look at himself in his floor length mirror. The damn string is still glowing, for some reason it looks a little brighter. ‘Maybe if I try real hard, I can hang myself with it.’ he thinks to himself. He notices a pair of slender arms wrapping around him from behind. The redhead plants a kiss on his back, “so...are we getting VIP tonight?” Johnny rolls his eyes and removes her arms from his waist.

“Whatever, just leave. And lock the fucking door behind you.” She huffs in irritation as he grabs a pair of black boxers from the dresser and walks into his bathroom, turning the water on the hottest setting.

The cool tile and steam is a strange combination, but it doesn’t matter. He stands with his back under the hot water, the temperature slowly making his pale skin a rose pink. ‘You work too much’ he opens his eyes and sees her. Alt standing in front of him, a small smile on her face.

‘Thats kind of the point, lover.’ she laughs. ‘I adore what I do.’ Johnny felt a pang of jealousy in his chest. It’s a silly thing, to be jealous of something as intangible as “work” but for Alt it’s more than that. Being a netrunner is everything to her, it’s second nature, as natural as breathing air for her. Johnny pouts a bit ‘More than me?’

She tilts her head and brings herself closer to him, she plants a small kiss to his chest. She lets out a breathy chuckle ‘You can’t tell me you don’t feel the same about your music, your cause.’ she swirls small patterns on his skin, Johnny sighs. ‘You mean more than all that shit.’ He holds her tighter, as if he were to let go she’d disappear. Alt smiles, she runs her fingers down to Johnny's hand, a ghostly sensation tickles her fingertips as she caresses his wrist. Her eyes close.

‘For now.’ she whispers.

“FUCK!” the scalding water finally registers on his skin. He moves and quickly turns the faucet to cold. The steam quickly dissipates as ice water pours down his back, bringing him back to reality. The reality that she’s not here, not Alt and certainly not the bitch this thing was attached to. He grabs his shampoo and starts to work up a lather, his thoughts wander from his old flame to who this person was, his “soulmate”. He always wrote it off as bullshit, he knew who he was meant for, and that was fucking Altiera Cunningham. He knew it, fuck who this bullshit string was attached to, no one could compare.

[eviltiddyproductions]

Destined With You : Episode 16

I will feel all of the feelings of this being a finale later. HONG JOOOO WHERE ARE YOU ?!!!

my impatient ass sitting through the intro after the first episode 😂😭

why has this loser emptied her purse

lmaoooo she even scared me for a minute

oh god bless for once my sister didn’t get tricked into something (again!)

he’s so nasty and this plot is so absurd 😭

GET AWAY FROM HER !!!!

GOOD JOB HONGJOOOO

YOU BETTER DASHI RUN 🏃‍♀️

ooh she’s rocking the Duan Jiaxu fit from Hidden Love!

where are you running towards Sinyu and if you’re running why is the police not following you 😭 ???

sis you should’ve just ran 😩😩😩

but also saying ‘you’re just insane’ to his face before he kidnaps you again was kind of a serve 💅

Sinyu has gotten zero days of rest since he got out of that hospital

he’s got the red string of fate tied to my sister NOOO GET AWAY FROM HER !!!

his creepy ass turning towards her with the blood red moon behind him

all about that fate and going into the next life and the second the police flashes light on him he cut the string…. nasty loser 😭

Rowoon’s acting’s gagging me rn like suddenly I’m genuinely feeling the shock of seeing someone you love passed out (possibly dead)

someone hold my hand 😭

not this romantic music playing

‘hong jo ah’

police !!! paramedics !!! where are y’all 😭😭😭😭😭😭

oh 💔💔💔

the way he leapt off of the ambulance

oh my heart

the tiny nurse 💀

my poor bean

hongsinyu nation we made it !!

mother is here 😭💕💕💕

who even asked the dad to be here like go work on your failing company idk 😭

I thought he was going to talk about the curse he’s talking about the baby 😭💀

they’re being so adorable rn

the office couple again…

everything that hongjoo does goes public but at least this time it’s for the greater good!!!

talk your shit office girlies! chew Nayeon’s head off 😍😍😍

recorded by the weirdo assaulting ex of Nayeon, isn’t it

exactly bean, you don’t have to thank or forgive him at all!

Nayeon’s getting dumped again lol. right after she suggests marriage too 😭

lmaooo I know he isn’t calling her a bully and a bad look, he was sexually harassing people in the first episode

my babies are on my screen again 🥰

oh he’s still got that bracelet on! <3

my sweetest beans !!!

lmfao Mr. Kwon

oh I was genuinely scared when I saw someone near Hong Jo’s house staring from the mirror, it’s just Nayeon

that shove was satisfying

get your lick back bestie !!!

Mr. Kwon bodied the construction loser 💸

are they going to do the perilla leaves trend thingy

can he just leave the marriage thing alone for 5 seconds

Subway !!!! I know it’s for ease of shooting but these sandwiches in the kdramas are so dry 😭 like it’s technically not the best advertising like babe what are you even eating 😩 just bread ???!

I don’t fully get them but look at Ms Ma getting married in a suit !!! 🩷 oh just saw her whole fit. well a blazer !!!

lmao Mr. I wear shirts at home Sinyu is wearing a simple T-shirt to this wedding 😂😭

I can’t believe it’s ending so quickly, I’m not ready to let go 😩

I knew our princess Sinyu was going to catch the bouquet 😂

they finally get to enjoy cherry blossoms together 😭💕

LMAOOOO the lawyer bestie became an actor?!!! did not see this (adorable and fun) plot twist coming 😂

the old man being investigated instead of being let go by the main leads! progress in the drama world! although I know they’ll defend and help him

and Sinyu’s here!

he’s going to move in isn’t he 💀

lmaoooo she pounced on the car and he pounced on her I LOVE THEM 🦁

aaaaah they’re both so cute 😭😭😭😭😭

‘you sure use your money wisely’ ‘you got me here to work’ 😟

lmaooo go off Hong Jooooo !!! queenie 🤣 (context: she just turned off the light and started rolling with him on the bed)

cannot wait to rewatch this series with lightness and fluffiness in my heart !!!

I did not see this coming 😭😭😭 the peach is Sinyu’s little sister 😭😭😭

to be fair Hong Jo had a gulped a lot of poison, they would’ve let us know back then but wow 💀

back at the beach again 🥰

I love how in love they are and how they’re always ready to vocalise it. Oh I love them downnnn

I knew he was going to ask her dad! 🌊

💍🥰💕

they’re back at the mountain, my lil diligent civil servant and grim reaper!

I know y’all are well versed with the other realm but don’t open random relics let me just 🧿🧿🧿

goodbye my sweet loves 🥹

now what was that little turn of 300 year old Sinyu for 🤨🤨🤨

AAAH it’s over 😭💔💕

can’t wait to rewatch this again! our past and present couple made all the caving plot lines worthwhile. let me go binge from episode 1 again. 💕💕💕

[snowflakeselfships]

I'm so curious about Tuco's hacker lapdog plsss tell me about him 🤲

ALRIGHT ALRIGHT I'LL REVEAL MY HALF-BAKED BACKSTORY (<- guy who writes smut and poetry, not plot.)

This ended up... so long somehow. I was worried that I wouldn't have much to say, but it just started pouring out of me as soon as I started typing (much of it made up on the spot 👍🏻)

Tw for violence, abuse, dubcon, and drugs (obviously lol.) I can have a dark self ship. As a treat.

I'm tentatively trying out giving my S/I a name that isn't my irl one. For whatever reason I just cannot use a name that doesn't have some connection to my irl one, so it had to start with a T at least, and hopefully this isn't weird but I wanted it to have a similar meaning to Rivera (ignore me feeding our red string of fate into our self ship canon) so I ended up on Trent!

I haven't really landed on a surname for him but I'll probably just go with something common and simple. I like how Trent Adams sounds.

Trent was born in WA in 1980, making him 22 at the beginning of B/CS and 28 at the beginning of B/rBa, although he didn't start working for Tuco until 2003 when he was 23.

Growing up, he was fascinated by media depictions of hacking, and when he was a teenager an older friend-of-a-friend (Doug) took him under his wing and taught him coding/hacking.

As an adult, Trent had trouble keeping a job and as a result borrowed quite a bit of money from Doug over the years. His debt piled up but Doug accepted small payments and Trent working odd jobs for him. Doug moved to NM in 2002 for a mysterious "job opportunity" that he wouldn't tell Trent about.

In early 2003, Doug called Trent and begged him to let him bring him to ABQ and do some work for his boss. As it turned out, Doug had been dealing for Tuco Salamanca while he'd been living in NM and he fucked up bad by getting mugged while carrying a huge amount of cash. He didn't have any way to pay Tuco back quickly enough, so in a fit of desperation he offered up Trent's services, as Trent still owed him a lot of money, so both of their debts could be squared off at once.

Tuco initially had no interest in some random guy who had no experience in the business, but Doug talked up the usefulness of having someone with hacking experience. Now, we know that Tuco can be swayed it you know how to talk to him, so he got into the idea of having his own personal hacker (not that he knew what that really means or entails as he's pretty much computer illiterate, but he likes stuff that sounds cool) and accepted Doug's offer of having Trent come work for him for free.

Doug drove all the way to WA to pick Trent up and gave him the rundown (much to his horror) during the drive back to ABQ about who Tuco is and what kind of business he deals in. He advised Trent to keep his mouth shut as much as possible and stay out of the way when Tuco's temper flared up. Naturally, Trent wanted to back out of the whole thing, but he didn't want his friend (who had helped him so much over the years) to get hurt, or potentially killed, plus the idea of squaring his debt was appealing, so he went along with it.

When Tuco and Trent met for the first time, Tuco literally laughed in his face and made fun of his stature and appearance. He obviously didn't take Trent seriously at all. Trent was offended, but too intimidated to say anything (<- which of course is a good thing as there's a good chance that Tuco would have just killed him.)

Doug put Trent up in a motel (as this whole thing was supposed to be a temporary arrangement), but Trent ended up at Tuco's place pretty much every day, as he needed a computer to work on, which Tuco provided. This had the added benefit (for Tuco at least) of letting him keep on eye on Trent.

Tuco started making passes as Trent pretty quickly, but Trent isn't great at reading social cues (he also assumed that Tuco was straight) so he kept brushing it off (but not actually turning Tuco down as he didn't realize there was an offer in the first place.) This pissed Tuco off as he felt as if he was being teased or possibly made fun of and in true Tuco fashion he flipped out. After shoving Trent into a wall, putting his knife to his throat, and accusing him of fucking with him, Tuco realized that Trent was genuinely unaware of how he'd been coming across. He found it pretty funny, and made his advances much more obvious and aggressive after that.

The beginning of their sexual relationship's consensuality was... questionable at best. Trent of course was terrified of Tuco, was his direct subordinate, and had gotten a sense of "no one says no to a Salamanca." He did find Tuco physically attractive from the first day they met, but he never had any intention of pursuing anything past a professional relationship (and he didn't even really choose that.)

Nacho got a sense of what was going on between Tuco and Trent pretty much immediately and took pity on Trent. He told him that it was for the best, as the more Tuco liked him the safer he'd be from his random violent outbursts, and the more protection he'd have from outside parties (this might seem like a cold way to comfort someone, but this was before they became friends, when Nacho viewed Trent as just another person he had to corral to keep business running smooth.)

Tuco saw Trent's presence and work very much as just a novelty for the first couple of months. Only after Trent crashed the fledgling computer network of a major competitor did Tuco realize that Trent could actually be useful to his business. This made him like Trent on a more serious level and start to want to get to know him for real. This and another incident where Tuco almost killed him (beat and strangled him while high, Tuco felt guilty about it when he sobered up) made him realize that he was actually becoming genuinely fond of him and he ended up going to Nacho for advice on how to make Trent less scared of him.

Somewhere around that time, (do I have an actual timeline worked out to make this story more clear? Hell no!) Tuco moved Trent into his house (under the guise of "keeping an eye on him", when in actuality he was beginning to feel deeply possessive over him, and let's be real, he wanted easy sexual access.)

Their relationship is (and was to an even higher extent during the beginning) closer to owner-and-pet than an equal romantic partnership. Tuco views Trent as more of a thing that he owns than a person who works for him. Tuco was, and is, extremely possessive and jealous over Trent. He's frustrated by his inability to publicly "claim" Trent due to being unable to be openly bi and struggles with letting Trent be alone with other men (Nacho and his cousins are the exception to this.)

Over time their relationship became sort of an open secret as Tuco insists on keeping Trent close even when there's no business-related reason for it, dressing Trent up how he likes (very expensive and gaudy, the complete opposite of how Trent naturally dresses), and becoming enraged any time someone insults or snubs Trent in any way. The people around them started catching on pretty quickly, but generally know better than to bring it up.

Tuco was/is very afraid of Trent betraying him (whether it be cheating on him or something to do with business) and once Lalo entered the picture, he asked him to keep an eye on Trent and report back anything suspicious.

Tuco made it crystal clear from the beginning that he would kill Trent if he tried to run or betray him, so Trent really has no intention of doing so. That doesn't stop Tuco from making him swear that he'll never betray him and that he belongs totally to him pretty much every day. No one has ever claimed that Tuco isn't exhausted to deal with, least of all Trent :^P

Alright, this is way too long. I could talk about Trent and Tuco's fucked up relationship for a year straight if you let me :^P And that's not even getting into his relatively normal friendships with Nacho, Domingo, and Rivera, and his mutually suspicious, tentative friendship/cousin-in-law-ish-thing with Lalo and the twins.

[mountphoenixrp]

We have a new citizen in Mount Phoenix:

           Jiang Yingyue, a 25 year old daughter of Yue Lao.            She is a maid at Sakura Lounge and a fighter at The Pits.

FC NAME/GROUP: Zhao Lusi CHARACTER NAME: Jiang Yingyue AGE/DATE OF BIRTH: November 9, 1998 PLACE OF BIRTH: Guangxi, China OCCUPATION: Maid at Sakura / Part-time Fighter at Fight Club HEIGHT: 161 cm (5’3″) WEIGHT: 46 kg DEFINING FEATURES: Yingyue always has a long, thick rope with heavy ball(meteor hammer) wrapped around her waist. Typically, she keeps her hair up, either in a loose bun or a long braid.

PERSONALITY: Kind-hearted yet heavily spirited, Yingyue always knew what she wanted, and despite the rules that naturally were in place, she always seemed to find a way to achieve what she wanted or needed to do. Her rebellious nature easily could create a path for disaster, but Yingyue’s heart was of gold, always willing to stir up a bit of trouble if it meant she could help someone. To survive such a willful spirit, the demigoddess learned quickly from a young age how to appease others. Though her powers helped to naturally, the charismatic demigoddess spoke as if her words were drenched with honey, especially when she got herself in trouble. Yingyue’s beauty and charm added to her luck, and the sweet woman had a knack for getting what she wanted.

Though she complained and ached about the monks’ boring teaching, Yingyue naturally soaked up any information she could get, as it gave her a platform for being more successful in her next mission. A sort of jack of all trades, Yingyue was just dangerous enough to be successful, but it had only been fighting and the art of persuasion that she was truly well-versed in. So, when she made her spot on the island, Yingyue wanted a chance to be able to follow her interests for once, even though she knew she could never not try to connect other’s red strings.

HISTORY: One late night, the monastery heard a loud bang at their gate and the shrill cries of a woman deep in pain. Deep in labor, Yingyue’s mother was just hours from giving birth, and the monks, unable to turn away a soul in trouble, welcomed her in, attempting to aid the painful birth as best as they could. The sweet child was barely held by the mother once she entered into the world, going into the arms of the Master Jiang where she would stay. Just an evening later, the mother disappeared in the night, leaving the monastery to raise the young demigoddess.

For a woman born in a environment that centered on discipline and focus, she was the exact opposite, a handful whose sweet words and lovable personality seemed to prevent her from too much repercussions from the master and other monks. Yingyue’s life revolved around training as long as she remembered. The monks taught her deep lessons in history, writing and poetry, the arts, and science. Yingyue often joked that she got the finest education, but through her youth, the arduous study sessions stifled her, causing some frustration for the monks that raised her. It was not until they began to teach her tai chi and the mystic arts that she found some interest in her studies. She could finally sit through the boring lectures if it meant that she could move and practice after.

As she grew a bit older, Yingyue finally got to see the outside of the monastery. The outside world only increased the trouble for the monks. On too many occasions, the demigoddess channeled her mother’s escapism, finding means on excursions to the city to explore and enjoy the various stalls and shops. Her master always would give her a firm scolding, but it would never stop her. For in these excursions, she met the sweetest, starving boy, and she realized that those many red strings that clung to master and brother’s ankles were not unique to them.

So used to seeing these strings of fate in the evening, she had never questioned their existence, and if she had, they always had thought she was a young girl with a wild imagination. After many evenings in the city, her chatter on the tangled cords and the matched couples finally grabbed the attention of her brothers. It took much consultation between them and other monasteries from further locales to settle on the truth. In so, the already beloved girl seemed to receive even more attention and support from her family. Yingyue found some new freedom due to her supposed demigod status, and her excursions to the city lasted longer. Romantic love had been such a foreign concept to her, and the need to understand it and assist it drove her to new lengths.

Even as a young teen, her skills and abilities learned at the monastery proved useful in helping lost lovers finally make their connection, to help them create a love story. It was fun, exhilarating. Every new couple gave her new problems to tackle for them, but Yingyue started to question the validity of these matches and the cruelness of not finding a soulmate. Her generally rebellious nature questioned the sanctity of her powers. For her monks who committed their life to training, what became of their soulmates? Did a destined lover always have a happy ending, and if not, why submit to that forced path? Despite so many questions, she continued, hoping to at least give the lovers a chance to make up their own mind. If they were meant to unite, she would allow them to achieve that fate just a bit faster. And in these adventures, she realized that the family that had raised her had merely been the beginning of her journey. Her master had realized at a young age that such a small monastery was not fit for her, So, when the demigoddess approached him, their time ended in a heartfelt goodbye to a family who had treated her well.

The many years following sent her through many major cities. The demigoddess grew some recognition, specifically being requested to help them in their pursuit of their soulmate. These quests kept her fed, but they also taught her more skills to add to her toolkit. From many women, she learned the art of dance, flirtation, and many skills that a monastery of men could never teach her. From many men, she learned the use of technology and some weaponry, specifically the meteor hammer which she fondly carries on her hip. Despite the satisfaction that came from her creative means of introducing young and old lovers, Yingyue felt a bit homesick, wanting to find someplace to at least call her own. And after visiting her father’s temple, it was a piece of red silk string that pointed her there. Falling from the sky, the small thread landed in her hand. With a small note attached, it directed her to an island for people like her. Half gods and deities. Now, those would be some love stories that she would love to help achieve.

PANTHEON: Chinese CHILD OF: Yue Lao POWERS: Under the light of the moon, Yingyue can see the red strings that connect lovers by their ankles. These strings travel all the way to their lover, and as the soulmates come closer, the string shrinks. Yingyue’s can only see these strings, and there is nothing she can do to change their fate. As the daughter of a god of love, the demigoddess is naturally charismatic, naturally radiating a welcoming persona that allows her to easily gain the trust of others. STRENGTHS: Fun-loving, Kind, Talented WEAKNESSES: Rebellious, Hedonistic, Hubris

[nnatsume]

a / n: homemade post from yours truly. sometimes i forget how much i love switch. needed to remind myself. so you know this is going to be the most self indulgent bit ever. also it's 1.5k. i'm sorry to the innocent people subjected to my キミとspace flight 魔法をかけて響けspark live 鼓動かさねて

i know this is not what i usually post but let this flop and i'll cry myself to sleep

## 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝘿𝙐𝘾𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙎𝙒𝙄𝙏𝘾𝙃 — ! ✦

it should be clear to you from the beginning that becoming switch’s producer would involve you in more than just their idol work–as different as their paths and goals are, as far as they stand from each other, their unity can’t be untwined. crossing, looping and knotting in all places–naturally, you would be tangled in their strings of fate too–a mess of red and blue and yellow, weaving a new kind of magic. it’s hard not to give into their strange charm.

they treat you more as a friend than a producer. while that might not have been your original idea in the beginning, can you complain when switch holds you so dearly? tsumugi insists that you come to their outings and sora is always happy to have you, possibly already having been at your home when the news of the outing arrived. the only tricky one proved to be natsume, but he’s always quickly bribed with something. weather that bribe is real depends on the others mood that day–sometimes he needs to be paid back for all of his tricks.

as self-sufficient as switch normally are, you prove to be a beneficial addition. natsume’s and tsumugi’s banter is cut a little shorter–time teaches you how to slay their conflict, but the little familiar pokes at each other never fail to make you and sora laugh. with the months passing, they get less venomous–but these old habits never leave, especially when natsume and tsumugi treasure both of your laughs so much.

“senpai, is old age getting to you already?”, natsume grinned like a criminal, elbowing his elders' side lightly with a mischievous laugh. “should i carry you to the retirement home? producer, sora, will you help me?”

“eh?”, tsumugi tilted his head–and then, it was as if a lightbulb appeared above of him. “i moved to the left because you put your foot to the left? we would’ve bumped into each other.. but i wouldn’t mind, actually..! i missed hugging my favorite natsume-kun! come here~! ♪”

you saw the terror in natsume’s face when tsumugi reached his hands forward to encase him, tucking his head into his shoulder and holding him like a teddybear. “ew, ew, you’re gonna get my clothes dirty, mojacko! get off, you filth!”, natsume laughed, pushing at his chest. and from next to you, another bubbly laugh came to life.

“producer! sora missed hugs from his favorite producer too! come here~! ♪”, sora parroted, opening his arms for you. you didn’t need to be told twice, falling into his warm embrace. tsumugi’s and natsume’s banter, sora’s bubbly laugh over the faint tune of a new song–what more could you wish for?

natsume doesn’t fancy your choice to produce his unit in the beginning, and acts accordingly–why would they need a producer, when they’re doing so well on their own? they have a leg everywhere, they don’t need another one. sora is tasked with switch’s management, natsume is taking care of the yumenosaki affairs while tsumugi helps them outside of it. but time makes him realize just how precious you are to them, how you help them and lighten their duties, how you care, and begins to slowly accept you into his heart.

one day, he approaches you with an apology for all the times he tried to push you away, and gives you a promise to do better onward. from then on, you get frequent invitations to the secret room–natsume is letting you have a peek at his new materials for future use, so you know how to incorporate them into the venues. but not only that–natsume also starts approaching you outside of idol work. you’re always a little surprised when you receive a brisk text from him asking you out for ice cream or coffee, asking you if you’re well on weekends, sending you pictures of his cats doing whatever. 

it seems that as the days go on, his smile starts to become a little bit brighter, a little less forced, until you’re sure that your natsume is truly smiling and laughing with the others. he looks at you with a look like you’ve never seen, and you know that when he says “thank you for everything.”, he’s speaking from his heart.

tsumugi is so happy to have you! he takes your hands in his and thanks you from his heart for choosing switch–will you replace him as a better manager? he can’t help but be a little bit paranoid, please promise him you’ll take good care of switch if you decide to take his spot, okay? ramble, ramble, ramble–when you make it clear you’re not replacing anyone, he’s so relieved he almost falls over. he’s much quicker to accept you into their little odd family than their leader, resulting in, unfortunately, more additional conflict.

he’s always happy to help you around, having experience in the business side of hosting a unit. you have to make sure that he doesn’t steal your work off of your desk. it’s like watching a child and a cookie jar, except instead of sugar rush from the cookies, tsumugi gets himself over-exertion. you often come back to your desk clean and a new, handcrafted lucky charm ornating it. your phone is buzzing with check-up calls, even during work hours, and he’s frequently paying surprise visits to your house with something he thought you would enjoy. rants to you about the newest book he’s bought, about his beloved sora and natsume–and if there’s ever anything on your mind, tsumugi is always happy to listen.

his eyes regain some shine, his skin some color, tsumugi starts looking a bit more alive than usual. happier than usual, more forgiving than usual. he makes sure to let you know how thankful he is, continuously–”i don’t believe i can express it in an object, not a day, not a week, and not a year–i’m thankful forever, so i will show gratitude until i can’t anymore!” as grim as that sounds, it makes you happy.

sora seems to be much more reluctant to approach you than you originally thought he would be. he’s a bit shy when speaking to you, keeping a little bit of distance between you. it’s a rift that you almost didn’t know if you could conquer, sora perching himself a little too high for you to reach. but when he sees his senpai’s slowly accept you, he begins to think that you’re not so bad–and he warms up much quicker than both of them! maybe you’ll be the last ingredient to create the perfect switch?

because his elders are often busy, sora will be the one mostly sticking to your side. you’re busy too, but you’re more accessible than the other two. you can’t really complain when sora is so sweet about it, though–sora always makes sure to be of help to you. he learns how to make your favorite beverage, scrapes out his pocket money to get you a snack. when you have time, sora invites you to play games with him as bonding time! or if you’d like to go outside, he’ll take you to the best parks ever! sora gets to know you the fastest, and you get to know sora the fastest–welcoming you into the world of sora, showing you all the pretty colors and his own magic. 

not everyone can understand sora, and not everyone tries like you do. sora is over the moon when you start to fall into a rhythm with him, learning his patterns and cues. and when he looks at the three of you, he thinks–maybe you truly were the thing that switch needed! his thoughts can’t be put in words, so will a hug suffice as a ‘thank you’?

“thank you, everyone! thank you for coming today! ♪”, tsumugi waved into the crowd. hair sticking to his face, a little bit of exhaustion mixing into his happy eyes. he adjusted his microphone, wiping his face and recomposing himself. from where you were, you could only see his face on the screen–backstage, you could only see his back. he was glowing–like a real idol. “before you make your way out, there’s one more thing.”

you prepared for this, they told you, but you never could’ve prepared for the look in natsume’s eyes when he turned to face you and wave you towards him. admiration, appreciation–countless confessions of love, shining like jewels in the light of the stage. 

before you could even process it, sora was already reaching for a hand. “come, producer!! everyone is waiting for you!”, sora exclaimed. the colors behind him reminded you of the dreams that he told you of–a dream that every color can melt into harmony, that every color can sing and dance along, even if just for a little moment.

when you let your hand fall into his, he tugged you into the new world of the idols, the magical world of switch that you helped weave.