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lvlyghost · 1 year ago

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I LOVE YOUR WRITINGS SO MUCH 😩❤️😍 the way you characterize ghost is so good I can't 😭❤️ I wanted to ask if you could maybe write something for me since your writing style is sooo good frfr

How about ghost and reader have an argument that was started by ghost and he goes a bit too far breaking the reader and making them cry and be just a shell of themselves how would he feel when he sees the readers state and how would he fix it with a happy end please

Broken Wings

Pairings: Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

Summary: After a night out, things seem to take a turn in your relationship with Ghost.

Word Count: 2.1k

Tw: angst, hurt/comfort, self doubt, jealousy, probably ooc!simon, curse words. lots of grammar mistakes, poorly edited you know the drill🐝

A/N: i loved this request sooo much, though i did have a lot of trouble when writing it since i wasn't feeling too inspired. also had two different stories but ended up deciding to post this one i might post the other one idk, hope you like this anon! I did try my best🫶🏻🤍🩷✨corrections are appreciated; remember english isn't my native language 🐸

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"I like you." You said with big bright eyes.

"But no one can know about this. Just you and I. That's enough." He answered, hand tracing the side of your face.

You blink rapidly. You have always been daydreamer. It caused you tons of problems although you tried to do your best when you were out on missions. Ghost is walking ahead of you, boots sinking in the sand beneath your feet. The waves crashing on the shore is something you like listening to and seeing too but under different circumstances. Both of your gear clink with every step you take, it's the only sound as well as the sea that swallows the tense silence that falls between the two.

Things have been rather... strange since two days ago and you've tried to talk to him about it. It wasn't weird for Ghost to push you back every now and then, he was a complicated person and you couldn't be more different from one another.

You were the sun and he was the darkness that came at night or so he had said one night at the common room back at the compound. He was stoic, grumpy and hardly found himself enjoying somebody's company. You on the other hand, even though you wouldn't consider yourself the most outgoing person like Johnny, still you liked talking unlike him. You loved going out with the task force. And most importantly you loved when Ghost joined because you loved him, you loved having him around, despite his gruff responses or annoyed looks.

You jog though your legs shake and tiredness sets in your body.

"How much farther until we get there?" You ask, ignoring the fact that his frame goes rigid when you speak . He doesn't acknowledge you at first. All you hear is a small sigh leaving his lips. You kind of wish he wasn't wearing the damn sunglasses so you could see his eyes.

They always said a lot.

"Thirty minutes. Give or take." The answer is short and cold, breaking your heart a little more than before. Still, you decide to try again.

"Sir, is something bothering you?" Before he can stop it he scoffs, shaking his head. "What?" Brows furrowing on your features. "Simon..."

He stops all of the sudden, turning to face you with a tense stance.

"First of all don't bloody use my name out here. Secondly it's your own fault we've been walking for hours. So don't go asking if something's bothering me, Sergeant."

Taking a step back you open your mouth.

"My fault? I was doing my job!"

"Didn't know your job was to get your fucking head blown off!!" He seethes. "Fucking hell you can't be this reckless and expect me to clap at your poor acting on the field." Your heart begins to race, he had never said such things to you. Taking a small step back your grit your teeth, you hated that his words were making your eyes blurry. This was the Simon you never wanted to see. And yet there he was. "Now we lost the damn intel thanks to you." He spits. But something isn't adding up.

"It's not just that. You've been acting strange for a few days now, Ghost. Don't come and tell me it's just because I did what I was supposed to do!" He stiffs yet again. Jaw clenching so hard you fear he might break it. "Not missing the way you avoid me ever since..." you close your mouth shut. "The pub..." he shifts his weight from one foot to another. The waves are increasing and now reach your feet, dampening your boots. And then you remember him storming off the local pub before he even finished his own drink. Everyone had heard the hard slap to John's arm when he had tried to calm him down. God why didn't you pay more attention to that moment? Because you both had agreed to keep your distances? And going after him was out of discussion? Then the next day you'd barely seen him, just for a short moment during debriefs and that was it. The moment you had gotten up from your seat he was gone. And today you were supposed to go to a special op that had soon become a problem that eventually led to the two of you in the middle of a beach, it was a cloudy day and if it weren't for the heavy layers you wore you're certain you'd be shaking. Sometimes –and you were ashamed of it– you were oblivious to many things and it seemed that Ghost's anger toward you was one of them this time. "What happened?"

He inhales deeply.

"It's over. That's what happened."

Your heart sinks and you swallow hard. Your whole body loses color when he mutters those two words. Out of all the things, all the possibilities you thought he'd say to you, he decided to end everything. Shaking your head you try to touch his hand but he doesn't let you.

"Ghost where is all of this coming from I don't understand!" You choke out. "We were fine..."

"No. You were fine. If I wasn't enough you should've just said so."

"Stop... you... what the hell are you talking about???"

"Nothing that matters anymore. Keep walking and don't say another word. That's an order."

He turns and keeps walking as if nothing just happened. As if he didn't just completely broke your heart.

'You were fine'.

What was that supposed to mean? You think, walking a few meters behind him, scared to even say anything else; to even try to grab him by the arm and force him to talk. It would only make things worse right now.

By the time you reach the safe house it's started to rain the silence between the two is deafening and tense. Ghost's cold demeanor and hurtful words have left a scar. Never in a million years would you think you'd be here, with a broken, shattered heart and no explanation from his part.

Words that pierced through your soul.

That day something died inside you. And he was the reason.

Two weeks, three days and seven hours.

That's the time that's passed since that day at the beach. Two weeks since Simon broke you and gave you no reasons.

You're a disaster.

You barely eat or get any sleep. There's dark circles under your eyes and you're sure you've lost some weight too. Ghost has been gone on a mission alone with Johnny for a week now, which left you with a lot of spare time to think about the two of you.

More tears stream down your face when you remember that day. Had you missed something important? Was Ghost's mind somewhere dark? Somewhere it shouldn't be? God knows he was... difficult to say the least. But every single time you tried, tried to be there for him. Did those late nights at your home meant nothing? Had he not seen the way you looked at him? Had you not shown him enough of your affection? Everything you'd do for him if he simply asked?

Getting up from your bed you get ready for another day. Not bothering to lace your boots just shoving them inside your shoes you walk down the hallways until you get to the training room. Gaz is talking to John in the far corner, the Captain's arms are crossed over his chest while Kyle frowns and shakes his head. You don't to even go and salute them as you normally would do, instead you put your earphones on and hit the treadmill.

It doesn't last long though; after one minute someone stops it by pressing down the off button. Your brows knitted together as you stop, turning to look up at Gaz who smiles politely.

"Sorry for that, sweetheart. You okay?" You nod, but say nothing more. "Come here." He pats your shoulder and helps you down from the treadmill. If you could smile now you would. But no even the faintest, softest grin leaves your lips. Gaz takes a quick glimpse at your face and rubs the back of his neck. "You know, Soap and Ghost just got back. Heard Lt. was asking about you."

"Oh." You murmur. "Okay." You don't move nor dare to meet his eyes. "I'll just head back to my room."

"Uhmm. I- what I meant is he's looking for you..." Shaking your head you walk away, not having the energy to face Simon right now. And why did he need to see you? Made pretty clear that you two were done, therefore was no need to see each other unless it was work related.

"You really do like it here don't you." Your body goes rigid. This was supposed to be your safe place. The roof of the armory was rarely visited by anyone at this hour. Simon's voice seems softer than ever before but you don't answer. Not even turn to acknowledge him. You hear muttered words and then he crouches down to your level. "Price said you're not eating. Do we have to send you to the military counselor now?" How dare he? After all he caused this. You know he doesn't mean it in bad way, somehow he cares for you deep down. Your hands ball into fists, fighting the urge to snap at him, to push him down and just break him the way he broke you. But you don't because you still love him, and could never bring yourself to hurt him. Simon is staring intently at you, waiting, hoping for any sign. He knows he shouldn't be here. Bloody hell he knows you shouldn't even look his way never again. He deserves it. Every bit of it. "Talk to me, love. Please." It's a low whisper. A plea.

"What do you want Ghost?" You ask softly. Simon leans closer, sitting down with his legs propped up against his chest and arms resting on his knees. It's a funny look for someone his size.

"Jus' wanted to see you." You scoff playing with your hands, refusing to lock eyes with him because if you did you'd be done. "Wanted to explain..."

"Then just do it!" You sob. Your lower lip trembles. "And then leave."

"Fine." He agrees. "But I'm not leaving. I- I made a mistake, and took it out on you okay? I was scared."

"Scared?" Your head snaps to where he is sitting. It's painful just to look at him. "Why would you be scared Ghost?" You retaliate

He grumbles, never fancied when you called him that when you were alone. Quite the contradiction given the fact that he told you not to call him his name that day at the beach.

"Because I saw you." He points out. "That night. Everything you're missing for being with someone like me. Can't even show proper affection because it's not me... and you deserve more than that. More than me."

"Ghost..."

"No. Lemme finish, love." He swallows. It's always amusing how controlled he seems. "I lost it, yeah? You looked so happy. How on earth do I deserve you, on what universe do I deserve ya'?"

Sucking in a sharp breath you recall the moments that preceded the events. The sound of music blasting through the speakers, when you joined the rest of the soldiers on the other side of the pub. Private Miller had slung his arm over your shoulders in a friendly manner. You laughed and drank too much that night, it was joyful. Everyone was there, your team. You never thought he felt that way about it.

"Oh my... Simon." You cover your mouth and cry silently. He hesitated for a moment before pulling you close and into his lap. "Should've known something was wrong. Forgive me... I should've stayed with you, follow you after you left." You cry out.

You were scared too, for very different reasons. That he'd get tired of you eventually, that if you weren't cautious enough your secret would be known. Both would get suspended thus separated and discharged.

"No, love. You shouldn't have to go running after me. I should be running after you. Now forgive me, say you will. Or else I might just lose myself for good." You cradle his face in your hands lifting the balaclava just above the bridge of his nose. Thumb tracing his lower lip. Your tears have dried.

"I've missed you so much, Simon. All you gotta do is talk to me, always." He tightens his grip around you. "You think Price would let us go home tonight and not ask questions?"

His chuckle is short and soft.

"Yeah. I think he's known for a while now."

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frenziedfireworks · 1 year ago

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hello!! you’ve easily become one of my favorite writers<3 i have a request and it’s fred x reader :)

basically, fred wants to confess to the reader who is also his best friend, but has been too nervous actually say anything. the yule ball was just announced recently and he thought this could’ve been the perfect opportunity. he had a whole plan going on how he was going to ask them, but reader ends up getting asked to the yule ball by somebody else in front of fred. maybe he could quickly shut it down with a “she’s going with me” which results in a lot of confusion and then the confession (when they are alone)

if this is too specific i’m sorry❤️😭

Fred Weasley x Reader

Summary : Fred ignores the existence of the ball until it's too late and his dear Y/N gets asked.

A/N : Thank you so much!! I hope this is what you wanted. It was such a lovely idea and I was actually working on another story with the Yule Ball. Great timing!!

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Fred was your best friend. That was all. Or at least that is what you told yourself every night as you were plagued with romantic thoughts. It was torture really, and the upcoming ball did not help one bit.

“Y/N come join us.” Fred grinned and patted next to him. You rolled your eyes at his wild look and sat against the bench. You poured yourself water as Fred piled food onto your plate.

“You wouldn’t believe the night George and I had. Ridiculous really. Filch chased us halfway across the castle before giving up. Don’t know where the old coot gets the energy.” Fred nudged at George and they both nodded.

“Crazy. We plan to blow up his room as a little thanks in return.” George smirked and got back to his food. You only rolled your eyes at the comment.

A loud gasp was heard at the Gryffindor and you turned to the scene. One of your fellow classmates was getting asked to the ball. It was sweet and you couldn’t help but think about if Fred would ask you. It was a longshot with how popular he was but.. It couldn’t hurt to fantasize.

“That’s cute.” You smile and Fred just groans.

“I swear there’s a couple getting together every five minutes.” You only snorted at Fred’s antics and got up.

“Well I think it’s nice. I’m off to class.” You said as you walked away. Part of you wanted to hint to Fred that you wished he would ask you but that was unheard of. You were best friends! You didn’t want to hold him back from finding a date.. Even if it hurt your heart to think about.

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Later that day you sat outside as George and Fred played with fireworks. You had a lot of classwork to catch up on and the cool weather calmed your frantic mind.

“Y/N! Look at this!” Fred shouted as a firework zipped past your face. He moved it around in his hand before throwing it to George with a wink.

“Wow. So impressive Fred.” You rolled your eyes and went back to your book. It was always nice to hangout with the twins, even if you weren’t doing the same thing. Your fingers skimmed the reading material as a Dumstrang boy passed. You could feel his gaze and looked up. He gave you a small wave and wink before walking away.

“What was that all about?” Fred questioned.

“Not a clue. I don’t know who that is.”

“Not a clue you say. Well obviously he knew you.” George wiggled his eyebrows and you scoffed.

“I’m sure he doesn’t. I’ve never seen that man in my life.”

Your mind raced with thoughts. Who was that guy? You had to assume he was messing with you or someone you had run across before. You could’ve sworn you had never talked to any of the Durmstrang boys though. A firework shot past your face and you jumped a bit.

“Fred!”

“Sorry darling.”

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It had been two days since the boy had flirted with you. Since then he had decided to up the ante, sending you sweets and notes. It had shocked you that some random boy would go to those lengths for you. It was kind, really, but it would never be Fred. Speaking of which, he was currently clinging to your side for dear life.

“I don’t get why that guy keeps coming up to you. Are you lying about knowing him?” Fred narrowed his eyes as Durmstrang boys passed.

“Why would I lie?” You smacked the ginger lightly and rolled your eyes. “Come on. I want to go eat.” You tugged him along towards George.

“Hey you two.” George started. Fred stayed silent as he sulked and you gave him a wave.

“Y/N!” You almost jumped at the sudden voice and looked up to see your admirer.

“Oh.. Hello!” You mustered up and could feel Fred’s sharp glare from a mile away.

“Yes hello. I would like to ask.. Would you accompany me to the ball?” He smiled and your heart sank. You didn’t have a date but some deep part of you really wanted to go with Fred. Not that he had bothered to ask you.

“Oh.. That’s very kind-”

“That’s very kind but they’re coming with me. Sorry mate.” Fred piped up and your eyes went wide. You.. were going with him?

“Oh right.” The boy bowed and began to walk off.

“Why would you say that Fred! Nobody has asked me to the ball. That could’ve been my chance.” You growled and he groaned.

“He’s not the type of guy you want to go out with Y/N. Trust me.” Your body filled with rage at this comment and you stood up.

“How would you know? You don’t know what’s good for me or not!” You stomped your way out of the great hall, tears threatening to spill.

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It had been a day since Fred and you had the argument. You had been very distraught and confused but didn’t want to go running back to him. After all, he was the one in the wrong.

“Y/N!” You hear George from behind you and you turn.

“What George?” You exasperate. You were not in the mood for his teasing antics with everything going on.

“Fred wants to talk to you. He’s in the old classroom.” George told you and left no room for conversation, running away.

“Great.” You mumbled to yourself as you turned. You had an abandoned classroom to get to.

Your hand pulled at the door and you were met with Fred pulling you into a hug.

“I’m so sorry dear. I really am.” He whispered against your ear. As you pulled away from the sudden embrace you noticed his red cheeks. You couldn’t help but think he was adorable when he was embarrassed which happened very rarely.

“Why Fred?” Your hand rubbed at his as you looked up.

“I.. I didn’t want you going with him. I want you to go with me. I know it was selfish and-”

“I want to go with you.” You interrupted and Fred’s mouth spread into a grin.

“You want to go with me?”

“Yes. That is what I just said.” You retorted and Fred launched himself into your arms.

“Oh Y/N.. I’m honored.” The boy gave you a smirk as his hand rubbed at your jaw. You could feel yourself grow nervous underneath his strong gaze.

“Fred..”

“Yes love?” The ginger’s hand rubbed at your lips, his face leaning in close to yours. You didn’t need to say anymore, closing the gap between you two. The kiss was desperate and messy, your mouths learning which angles and sides to use. That all quickly changed as Fred’s hand roamed down your torso and gripped at your hip.

“I don’t think best friends do this darling..” He teased and you could only snort.

“Good thing you’re all mine then.”

“Am I?” He pressed and you smacked his chest. His laughter was contagious and both of you sat enjoying the moment.

“I always have been.” He whispered and your heart melted.

“And I’ve always been yours.” Fred placed a delicate kiss against your forehead and hummed.

“I know. Who wouldn’t want to be mine?”

“Fred.”

“Only joking love.”

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spidybaby · 2 years ago

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I do... do I?

Summary: The stress of planning a wedding makes you re-think everything.

Warnings: cursing.

A/N: I got inspired while watching a lot of wedding shows like say yes to the dress 🤭❤️

"We have bad news," your mom says. You can feel your eye twitch with stress. You tried your best to let everything go with the wind, but the wind is turning into a big tornado.

"What now?" You cry, hands on your face. "It's the third bad news today."

"They lost two of the bridesmaids' dresses." She walked a few steps back, knowing you'll probably blow up. "And they're not able to deliver them back on time."

You can feel your blood boil. But you don't want your mom to get the fire if she didn't cause it. You only lift your hand for her to stop talking.

"You know what?" You say, grabbing your things. "I'm going home." You kiss her cheek and left her home.

The drive home you overthink a lot of the things. There's a lot of things that are going wrong.

First, the makeup artist cancels you.Now the new mua is not bad, but you can't get to love her work on you. The brides maids love the makeup, and your mom loves the work, but you don't.

Second, the florist ordered the wrong flowers, but now that can be fixed, but the wedding planner started an innecesary fight with the florist, and they told you that they're not changing anything.

Third, the dress. You're supposed to love it. You're supposed to cry when you find it, and you did. But when you got it back a few days ago, it wasn't how you expected it. It was way too tight. They tried to fix it, but it keeps coming back the same way.

And now, the bridesmaid's dresses, you don't know if it's a signal of the skies for you and Ky not to get married, maybe you're not destinate to unite.

You just wanted a warm bath and some food. Your muscles hurt, your head hurts, and everything hurts.

The sound of the phone takes you out of your thoughts. Kylians' name can be read.

"Hi, baby," you say, faking your happy voice. He knew some of the things but not all the things. You told him about little details but not the big ones.

"Amour, are you home?" He sounds happy. I wish to be like that right now.

"No, I'm actually on my way back home."

"Would you be super cute and come get me?" The voice he's using is this super kind one he uses when he wants to get something. "Please?" You laugh.

You told him yes and turned the car on the way to the training camp, when Kylian and you spend very little time together, he usually asks you to pick him up, to drop him to training. He would spend every little second he can with you.

You work for him, so you can actually say it was easy to be there, but that doesn't mean you are going to spend that time together.

The guard at the gate knows you, so he just opens the door for you to park. A small thank you and a wave is all you do before entering the building.

You sit outside of the lockers. You can hear the guys talking and joking around. The sound of Kylians voice makes you happy.

They began to exit the locker room, and they said hi and goodbye to you. Some even hug you hi and goodbye.

"Let's go bébé," Ky takes your hand and kisses it multiple times. Hand in hand, you both walk to your car.

He resumed his day for you, telling you all the jokes, the training he did, and even how he joke around with some of his friends.

Once you're home, the talking on his side doesn't stop. He keeps going, not noticing how unusually quiet you're.

"Do you want to take a bath with me?" You ask, interrupting his chat. He's very happy and excited today. You're not.

He says yes and asks you if he can prepare the bath. You let him, wanting him to have his way today. He lights your favorite candle, uses your favorite scent, and even brings your favorite snack to spend a nice time.

You let him talk while you relax, you back to his chest, his hands caressing your arms, kissing your shoulder, massaging them.

"I can't wait to do this every day, but calling you my wife." He kisses your neck. You smile, remembering that at the end of all the stress, you get a happy ending with him.

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You check the time one more time. the lady is looking at you confused. "He probably got stuck in a meeting," you laugh, the look on the wedding planner is a pitiful one.

You curse Kylian in your mind. You remind him may times about the cake testing, now you're there alone, just like the other two reunions he missed in the past.

You hated the pitiful looks that people gave you, like if you're the only one interested in this wedding.

You picked the cake you think is the best, even tho it's the first one you tried, not really caring about the other thousand in front of you.

The cake lady tells you to take your time, but the anger you have about all this situation is so wrong. You grab your things, telling the wedding planner to not call you for the rest of the day, thank the lady, and walk out.

You enter your home angry, but the anger turns into disappointment. Kylian is calmly playing fifa on the couch with Ethan, as if he didn't miss a very important meeting.

"Hey, sis." Ethan greet you, you smile at him. Scared of opening your mouth. Kylian does the same, but you only scuff and walk to the room you share. "Okay, that's my outing."

Ethan picks his things, telling his brother to fix whatever he's doing to make you mad. Kylian is confused, not understanding. Maybe your period? But no. Maybe you're just mad at everything. Yeah, that's it.

"Can we talk?" He says as he takes a seat next to you in bed. You're madly typing your phone.

"Oh, he has time for me now?" Your laugh is sarcastic, very dry and mean even. "Please don't let me get in the middle of your very important fifa game."

"Amour, please don't be sarcastic. Let's talk." He's trying his best to understand why trigger your attitude.

"Tell me something." You throw your phone on the bed. "What were we supposed to do together today?"

He's trying to remember, but he can't think of anything important enough for you to be this mad. "What?"

"Let me help you. We had our cake selection."

"And you're mad about me not being there to pick the cake?" He scuffed, not finding why you're mad. "It's just cake."

Your blood boils again. "Just cake?" You laugh. "Kylian, it's not just cake. It's the flowers, the invitations, the drinks."

"Bébé, it's not a big deal." He tried to hug you. You push his hands away.

"Then why are we doing this?" You feel like crying, feeling like anyone understands you, nobody care enough but you. "If you don't care."

"Because you wanted a big wedding."

"Then let's stop." You interrupted. "If this is only because of me, then let's stop."

"Don't be silly." He laughs nervously. "We're doing this together."

"We're not Kylian. You can't even compromise to get to picking the things. Can you even compromise with me after that?"

"Okay, now you're crossing the line." He's serious, mad that you think he doesn't care.

"Ky, you're not into this. What's the point of getting married if probably you'll not be there." Your voice elevates. You don't want to scream, but your frustration is getting the best of you.

"I think you need to calm down, I want this with you, but I don't want the crazy part. Just relax." He elevates his own voice now.

"Do you even want to marry me?" You start crying, feeling all hit you at the same time. "I can't do this, you don't care, and I don't want to pressure you into marriage if you don't want to even pick the things with me."

You realize the mistake of hiding all the wrong things, not letting him know how the process is stressing you. "I just want us to be happy." You grab a pillow and put it against your face.

He hugs you, letting you cry your feelings, letting you break down. He's mad at himself. He cared but obviously not enough to notice how this is affecting you.

"I'm sorry." You say drying your tears with his t-shirt. "I just can't with his anymore." You feel the weight of the wedding on you, and don't want that anymore.

"Then let's not." He grabs your face. "We can cancel everything."

"You don't want to get married?" Your eyes water again.

"No, I do want to, but I'm not letting you suffer from stress and have an unhappy bride." He kisses your nose, your cheeks, your lips. "I want you to be happy, and I'm sorry if I wasn't there for you."

"I'm sorry I hide everything, I just want this to be perfect." You laugh, trying not to cry again.

"We can still have a perfect day." He let go of you, looking for his computer. "Do you still have that beautiful white dress I gift you?"

You nod confused. He was typing super quickly. "Here." He turns the computer for you to see. This beautiful and very private place in Greece, it's a kind of hotel but this is a special room for an intimate ceremony. "Do you like this?"

"I don't get it." You're confused. He wanted to cancel everything but is organizing a trip. "Why are you looking for that."

"Cause you," he pops your nose with his finger. "And me." Me points at himself smiling. "Are eloping."

You laugh, knowing he's trying his best to erase the pressure. "Ky, we already paid a lot of money." You remind him.

"Not like we're going broke for a few hundred thousand." He jokes, "I'll write you a check, you don't need to worry about money, my love, I got you." You were about to refuse, but he was quicker. "No buts, get your pretty ass to the closet and pack that white dress. We leave tomorrow."

You grab his head, kissing him like it's the last time. "You're making me so happy right now." You kiss him again. "Don't we need two witnesses?"

"I'll text Ethan, you text your sibling." He kisses you. Knowing all he needs is you and somebody who can pronounce you his wife.

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"You can kiss your bride." The wedding officiant says, smiling at you two.

Kylian takes you face in his hands, the way your eyes are shining, your smile is as bright as the sun, and the sunset making you look like a goddess.

Ethan and your sibling clap happy. They're both there as witnesses. Even if it was a last-minute thing, they're there for both of you.

"Je t'aime, mon amour." You say, kissing him one more time. "It's you and I till the end."

"You and I. Ma femme."

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silly-honeybee · 1 month ago

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icarusflewsworld · 27 days ago

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Rhysand & Cassian & Azriel X OC

Hello, here is the chapter 18 of a fanfiction on the world of Acotar where our three favorite Batboys are the mates of a single woman.

I hope you enjoyed this reading too and that you discovered the little clues I left all along concerning Luxiana's true painful past.

Thank you for your readings and thank you for all your kind and funny comments, you are really too adorable. It makes my heart BOUM BOUM. I looooooove you! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

I also hope you have a great day and I wish you good luck for all the things you will have to go through. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

The next chapter will be Friday, December 20! They are going to take Luxiana to see the Weaver but Luxiana is going to destroy everything.

! Don't forget to read the previous chapters ! : Here

Enjoy the read ! ❤️❤️❤️

Chapter 18

Luxiana's eyes widened. "Oh well you know, my childhood has nothing to do with yours." A ball of anxiety compressed her stomach. She didn't want to tell them about it. She still felt so bad, so guilty. What would they think of her? She had to lie but her anxiety grew heavier as she remembered Azriel's presence at her side. Everything would be fine if she didn't lie. She just had to omit certain details.

"Were you happy?" Rhysand asked anxiously. He gave his brothers a doubtful look, who returned it, feeling the same way. He shoved his hands in his pockets to hide his clenched fists. He was so afraid she would tell him she wasn’t.

“I was probably the happiest little girl ever.” Luxiana exclaimed with a big smile. “Really!” she breathed, trying to focus only on the happy days, and not on the heartbreaking pit of sadness, death, and guilt that haunted her every second. “My parents were so in love. I swear. They loved each other with all their hearts. They always laughed together and never fought. They looked at each other with shining eyes and were always hugging each other.”

Rhysand, Cassian, and Azriel were able to take a deep breath as they looked at her with dreamy eyes, shining with hope and relief.

“My mother was the sweetest, most loving woman I’ve ever met. She was always taking care of my father and me,” she laughed softly as she remembered. “She was the one who fixed the furniture in the house, who did odd jobs, who went to chop firewood or who went hunting. She would insist on my father for her doing things that men usually had to do and she always won against him. She was really strong. So my days were spent either with my mother teaching me how to hunt, making me carry big logs and teaching me how to survive in the forest, or with my father cleaning, cooking, or any number of other things. And I loved every moment I had with them.”

Azriel's eyes were shining. She looked so happy as she talked about all this. "Was your father a good person?"

“He was the best. He treated me like a princess, really. He indulged my every whim. Sometimes I wanted to eat in the middle of the night so he would cook me a huge meal. When I was afraid of the dark or that there was a creature under my bed, he would sit against my closet with a knife in his hand and he would stay up all night so I could sleep peacefully. Every night, before I fell asleep, he would read me stories about the wonders of the world. He even built a small fireplace to put in my room and he would get up every two hours to feed it with wood. And he would always iron my sheets before I crawled into bed or he would wrap me under a mound of blankets,” Luxiana’s heart broke as it rose up into her throat but she didn’t let it show. She even put her trembling hands under her thighs to hide them.

The three Illyrians looked at her with big smiles as a weight they hadn't even realized they had lightened their hearts as it evaporated. She had had a happy childhood. "Were you still living with them before you came here?" Cassian asked.

"No... uh" Luxiana lowered her head for a moment, searching for words. "We lived in a remote corner of the forest, far from any form of life or civilization and my parents were so afraid that I would be hurt or meet a bad person who wanted to hurt me that they always prevented me from going with them to town or even seeing other people."

Cassian straightened. Rhysand frowned. Azriel lost his smile as he tensed. They didn’t like this. It wasn’t good to keep a child away from everything. It was like keeping her in prison.

“For years, I had never seen anyone but my parents. But my father often told me about the wonders of the outside world and that… that awakened in me a crazy desire to leave and go discover the world. And that's what I did.”

“You left?” Azriel asked for clarification, his breath hitching.

Luxiana nodded slowly with an expressionless face. “I was nine years old.”

“Nine years old??” they all exclaimed with wide eyes.

“Yeah, I was already completely crazy back then, I think. Only I would want to leave such a harmonious and happy home. I left a little note for my parents saying, ‘Hey, I’m leaving, kisses,’” she laughed falsely, hoping it would ease her heart. “I had never set foot in a city or met people before that.”

Rhysand saw the sadness she was trying to hide in her blank expression and it made him sad in turn. "Do you regret it?"

She nodded. "Yes, I miss them. But I'm sure that one day I'll see them again." She shook her head to regain that expression of confidence that protected her when she wasn't okay. "And the worst part of all this is that I stopped at the first town I visited to stay because I met Feyre there. She seemed so in need of help that I taught her everything I knew about the forest, about how to hunt or skin an animal. Everything my mother had taught me, I passed on to her. Then I understood that to survive and especially to travel, you needed money, so I tried to find a job while waiting to have the means to leave and while waiting to finish learning everything I had to teach to Feyre. But I was just a little girl in an adult world."

“You must have been terrified,” Mor observed in horror.

"Not really," Luxiana laughed. She gritted her teeth imperceptibly. She hadn't been afraid, because she had nothing left to lose. "I just went into the first bar I found and demanded the boss to take me on as an employee for any job he had to offer me. And that's where I met Keydan."

“Your boss,” Azriel said with a frown, hoping she would confirm it again.

"He became a little more than that over time. He took care of me, protected me and raised me. He taught me a lot of things that my parents could never have taught me and thanks to him, I felt at home again somewhere. Then another one came to join our gang, Josher, he's my best friend. And when I was old enough, Keydan pushed me to go see the world but I never wanted to. Well, until three years ago when I finally decided to go."

“All alone?” Mor asked in a mixture of surprise and admiration. “That must have been horrible. Terrible things could have happened to you.”

The three Illyrians glanced at the cousin. She was right and they didn't like it.

Luxiana laughed, shaking her head negatively. "I'm pretty resourceful and then I left my parents' house for that reason. I left them for that so, it had to be worth it. And then, I'm not really afraid of much, you know."

Azriel raised an eyebrow as he nodded with a bored look. "We noticed that."

"I've been all over the world, met loads of amazing people, but there was always something missing. I was always missing Feyre, Keydan, and Josher. So after seeing everything, I came back, but..."

She looked down and lost her smile. “It was too late, Feyre had been taken by Tamlin. And the rest, you know.”

The three Illyrians had healed hearts. They felt like they were floating because they were so relieved. Their soul mate had a happy life. Of course, she missed her parents but no one had ever hurt her. They sighed. Their soul mate was happy, alive and sunny, it was certain that she had never known misfortune but hearing it from her mouth reassured them so much.

That said, realizing this, a hint of anxiety rose in Rhysand. She had never known danger and he had just brought her closer to where the danger was stronger than anywhere else. He had just brought her closer to him.

Azriel slid his hand -which had been on Luxiana's neck the whole time- to pass it over the back of her skull, taking his fingers into her braid. He smiled as he saw her shiver under his touch. Then he stared at her with a determined look. The only dark spot in her story was her parents. She missed them so Azriel promised himself to find them and bring them back to her so that she would be reassured and happy.

Cassian couldn't help but take a deep breath. His soulmate had never known pain, suffering, or loneliness and he was going to do everything he could to keep it that way. He was going to protect her until his last breath.

“By the way,” Mor began, suddenly curious. “How old are you?”

"I'm twenty-three," Luxiana answered simply, still fighting against herself to not let her bad memories resurface in her mind.

“You’re twenty-three?” Mor exclaimed in shock, slamming her palms down on the table. She looked at Rhysand, “ she’s a baby !!”

“Don’t say it like that,” Rhys scolded, giving her a disapproving look. Cassian laughed, but Azriel let out a sound that looked like a growl.

Luxiana smiled but frowned for a second as she looked at them all one by one without really understanding. "Why? How old are you?"

"I'm 536 years old," Rhysand said.

Luxiana turned to face him with wide eyes. She knew they were old but not that old.

“I have 537, young lady,” Cassian added next.

“What?” she gasped in shock, turning to Cassian.

“538,” Azriel muttered under his breath.

“WHAT???” Luxiana yelled, her gaze swinging wildly between the three of them. “Guys you’re super old !!”

“We’re not old!” Cassian said, his voice almost shrill. “That’s still very young for fae.”

Luxiana burst out laughing, pointing at them. "No, no, you're grandpas."

Mor was literally dying of laughter despite the dissuasive look Rhys was giving her. Then the lord gave Luxiana a weary face. "Please don't think we're grandpas," Rhys almost begged. He certainly didn't want to lose his soulmate because she thought they were too old.

Luxiana calmed down slowly, gradually stopping laughing. "Don't worry, I'm joking. You don't have any wrinkles or white hair yet, anyway." Then she narrowed her eyes at Cassian in front of her, pretending to notice something. "Well... if that's a wrinkle I see at the corner of your eyes there."

Cassian stood up from his chair, offended to the core of his ego. "What? Not at all!"

Luxiana burst out laughing. And the others followed her.

Cassian strode toward his soulmate. He rounded the table, unable to hold back his broad smile. "I'll show you if I'm an old man." He walked behind Rhysand to approach Luxiana, who was still laughing heartily.

When she saw him coming, and although she was still laughing, she began to wave her hands in all directions to shout softly, "no, no, wait!" But Cassian did not stop. He arrived at her side and wanted to lean towards her but Luxiana fled to the only place where she could. Where Cassian could not intercept her. On Azriel's legs. She leaned on his thighs with both forearms to throw herself head first between his torso and the table. Her chest landed on the legs of the master spy who froze.

Azriel's eyes were wide. He threw his hands up in the air, unsure of what to do. His heart began to pound in all directions in his chest.

Cassian and Rhysand looked at each other in surprise and then back at their soulmate. They both froze for a second when they saw Luxiana's position forcing her to put her ass on full display, almost revealed by her dress. Rhysand's eyes widened before starting to laugh again , placing his hand on his face.

Cassian couldn't laugh because of all the dirty images that were flashing through his mind at the sight of his soulmate's position. She seemed to have a perfect shape. Cassian was already imagining the day he could grab her hips to pleasure her.

Luxiana began to crawl away, trying to escape. She managed to touch the ground with her hands to hold on and move forward, rubbing her stomach even more on Azriel's thighs.

The spymaster was dying. At least, that was the impression he gave, as he had become so white. He looked up at the ceiling, taking a deep breath to try and calm the erection that was swelling in his pants.

Cassian pulled himself together, shaking his head. There was no way he wasn't going to take advantage of his soulmate like Azriel was doing now. He wanted her on his lap too. He grabbed her ankle before she could completely escape. Luxiana screamed in surprise when Cassian tried to pull her back. But Azriel slapped his brother's hand violently, forcing him to let go.

The shadowsinger was certainly not going to let him steal her. His soulmate had chosen to throw herself at him for protection and he intended to defend her. "Hands off," he growled.

Cassian moved his hand away in mock surprise. He knew his brother would react like that because he would have reacted the same way.

Luxiana snapped her upside down head at Azriel after his words. "That was downright sexy," she breathed with eyes shining with admiration as she looked at the fae beneath her pelvis.

Azriel closed his eyes, exhaling wearily, but his heart was pounding in his chest like crazy. She had found what he had done sexy. He wanted to smile. He threw a sideways glance at his brother. "Go away!" Then he grabbed Luxiana by the hips to lift her up and sit her back down on her chair before she felt his erection against her stomach.

Cassian went back to sit down but he stared at his soulmate with narrowed eyes, falsely vexed. He pointed his index and middle fingers at his eyes then at Luxiana's. "We'll resume this discussion." He tried to look threatening but he smiled which, inevitably, caused everyone to laugh.

After all those hours of talking and telling their stories, dinner time had finally arrived. And the three Illyrians couldn't help but look affectionately at their soulmate who had jumped in surprise when she saw the food appear in front of them. And when Rhysand had explained to her that the house was magical and that she only had to think of a dish for it to appear in front of her, Luxiana had gotten up to throw herself, arms and legs spread, on one of the walls of the room to give the house a hug.

"You're a good house. You're my favorite house. I love you so much, you know." She whispered to the house, caressing its cheek on the wall.

The three Illyrians felt like they were hallucinating but Mor's ungainly laughter brought them back to reality. Azriel jumped out of his chair to run towards Luxiana as she slowly slid off the wall to land on the ground. He grabbed her by the stomach, wrapping one of his arms around her to pull her away before she crashed but when he pulled her away from the wall, the house began to shake.

A silence fell as everyone stared at the ceiling in a mixture of shock and fear. "I think the house likes her too," Cassian laughed.

“Put it back on the wall,” Mor insisted, afraid the ceiling would fall on his head.

Azriel growled but didn't give in to Mor's request. He hadn't even heard it anyway, his ears were tickling from Luxiana's laughter. He put his soulmate back on the chair next to his.

Then they were able to eat happily, talking about everything and nothing in a good mood. The three Illyrians felt good. They had taken another step forward in their relationship with their soul mate. She now knew everything about them and they knew everything about her. Well, at least, that was what they thought.

“Would you like to visit the city?” Rhysand asked after the meal.

Luxiana turned a wide-open gaze towards him, so bright that it almost dazzled Rhysand.

Azriel smiled seeing her over react as always. "We could go buy some ice cream, do you like ice cream?" he asked, grabbing a strand of her hair that was hanging over her face. He stroked it with his fingertips for a second, savoring the silky texture, then he put it behind her ear.

Luxiana then turned abruptly towards Azriel with even brighter eyes - like two little suns - then she began to nod vigorously.

Cassian burst out laughing. "She likes ice cream apparently."

Rhysand stood up, his eyes sparkling and his chest vibrating with emotion and eager. He held out his hand to her. "Let's go then."

Luxiana grabbed it without arguing to jump to her feet and follow Rhysand with Cassian and Azriel joining them.

“Have fun!” Mor called affectionately before they left the room.

Luxiana turned back to her and Amren with a surprised face. "You're not coming?" She wanted to stop but Rhysand tangled his fingers with hers to continue pulling her.

Mor laughed as he glanced at Amren who was raising his glass of wine. “Oh no, we’d be too many. Next time, though, with pleasure!”

Rhysand led her out onto a large balcony. The cool air swept through Luxiana's hair, making her fur tingle and sending a waft of her vanilla scent into the nostrils of the three Illyrians who could have melted. As they neared the edge, Luxiana's eyes widened and she gasped in surprise when she noticed Velaris lying below. She wrenched herself, reluctantly, from Rhysand's grasp, and ran toward the barrier.

Azriel, who was still studying her with bright eyes, suddenly panicked when he saw her rushing towards the edge of the balcony. He raised his hands towards her, chasing her to try to catch up with her, but he froze when he saw her leaning on the barricade without going over it. He suddenly stopped, blowing out a breath. He put his hand on his heart, trying to calm his frantic beating under Cassian's laugh but understanding gaze from Rhysand. Since they had seen her run away from his room to climb a mountain without protection, they had understood that their soul mate was completely crazy and that they had to expect anything from her. Especially the stupidest things that would put her life in danger, like jumping over the balcony barrier.

“This city is beautiful!” she exclaimed, leaping up and down, her pupils reflecting the city lights.

Rhysand let out a small laugh. The dreamy look his soulmate currently had filled his heart with contentment. It had been worth it to do everything to protect this place if Luxiana loved it. He grabbed her chin with his fingers to make her look up to the sky.

The starry sky above them was wonderful, almost unreal. It took Luxiana’s breath away. She began to spin around to observe every corner, but when her eyes fell on a high mountain where on top were three stars that shone brighter than the others, she froze, frowning.

Azriel, Cassian, and Rhysand, who were eyeing her up, noticed her discomfort. "Is something wrong?" Azriel asked, casting a concerned look at Rhysand.

"No, no," their soulmate breathed, though a little lost. "It's just this mountain... and this sky... I feel like I've seen them before in a dream."

The three Ilyrians looked at each other with understanding and complicity. She had seen that in one of her dreams because she was linked to them and one of them must have unconsciously sent her that image one day through their link.

“Whatever,” Luxiana said, shaking her head. “Shall we go?”

Rhysand nodded and then smiled cockily with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “We have to fly. Which one of us three do you want to ride?”

A kind of anxiety arose in the pit of the stomachs of the three males, which they hid very well. All three of them wanted to be chosen.

Luxiana raised an eyebrow, surprised at first by the lord's turn of phrase. Then she smirked as she stared at Rhysand and the other two with a seductive expression. Of course, she began to blush but the low light reassured her that the three males couldn't see it. "Oh," she breathed, pouting in exaggerated disappointment. "You mean I can't ride all three of you? You're destroying my dreams."

Azriel looked at her tiredly, shaking his head from left to right, but he couldn't help but smile. His fingers burned, he wanted to touch her. Rhysand returned her seductive expression to his soulmate, but each of his muscles vibrated with excitement and desire. Cassian burst out laughing, leaning his head back , but his heart was pounding in his chest and his lower stomach was pulsing. "I'm sure we can find a solution , if you want."

Luxiana snorted, rolling her eyes. "No but seriously, I can't choose between the three of you!"

They were so reassured by her words that they almost had a hard time hiding it as they calmed down immediately, but Luxiana continued with a mischievous look. "Finally," she said, pointing at Cassian. "It's too dangerous to ride with him. He's too old, he could get a cramp in his wings and kill us both."

Cassian lost all trace of humor on his face to open his mouth wide, offended. Rhysand and Azriel burst out laughing. "I'm not even the oldest of the three!" Cassian defended himself before recovering and closing the distance between Luxiana and him in the blink of an eye. "Oh you'll see if I'm an old man."

"No, no, I was joking, wait," Luxiana laughed uncontrollably. She placed her palms flat on Cassian's chest to keep him at a distance, but he still got close enough to grab her hips firmly, pin her to his chest, and flew away.

Luxiana screamed in surprise, clinging to Cassian's shoulders and wrapping her legs around his pelvis as he flew into the air at full speed. The other two watched in hilarity as Cassian flew around the city with astonishing speed while their soulmate clung to him, screaming the whole time.

The commander of the armies, after a few seconds, and not wanting to scare his soul mate too much, decided to land in a street of the city. Azriel and Rhysand joined them immediately after.

Cassian had released his soulmate but she was still clinging to him like a mussel to its rock. She had her head in his neck and was breathing fast. Very fast, even giving the impression of having a physically tight throat. Cassian could hear, from where he was, his soulmate's heart beating madly in his chest. And he smiled with all his teeth as he realized that he could only hear one beat for both of them. Their hearts were beating in unison but surely not for the same reason.

"Cass, you're annoying," Rhysand stopped laughing as he saw Luxiana's distress and glared at his brother. He grabbed Luxiana by the hips to pull her away from Cassian and set her feet on the ground.

Cassian leaned towards her with a smirk. “So I’m still a grandpa now?”

Luxiana was all disheveled , her gaze wide open on the floor. She was still gasping for air but she shook her head vigorously from side to side, making Cassian laugh.

Azriel smirked. She was so cute. He ran his palm over the top of his soulmate’s head, smoothing her wild locks back onto her head. “Are you okay?”

Luxiana blinked back to her senses and began to smile with all her teeth as she jumped out off joy. Then against all odds, she began to nod vigorously this time. "That was incredible!" she yelled as she moved closer to Cassian. "Again! And faster this time!"

The three males flinched in surprise, but the Illyrian with the red siphons' eyes began to sparkle. He was going to grab her and lift her up, but Azriel pulled Luxiana by the arm, a little jealous that she was asking Cassian for another ride. He led her toward the city. "Later."

"Oh no," Luxiana said suddenly sad but when she turned to follow Azriel, in spite of herself, and saw the streets of Velaris bustling, crowded with people and where the shops were still open despite the late hour, her expression changed. She gasped in surprise, widening her shining eyes. She jumped for joy, moving her eyes in all directions to look at everything. She started to run towards the nearest shop to see what it was selling, but Azriel's hand held her back, preventing her from going more than two arm's lengths away. Luxiana didn't even try to find out what was stopping her or to make the Illyrian let go, when she saw another shop open at the opposite. She then changed direction to go there but was just as held back.

"Let her go," Cassian laughed as he followed them and tried to calm his anger and disappointment at the fact that Azriel had stopped him from flying with his soulmate again.

“No,” Azriel growled, intertwining his fingers with the blonde’s, “there are too many people, we’re going to lose her.”

"Wait, Luxiana, if you keep shooting, you'll tear my spymaster's arm off," Rhysand remarked with a tender smile as he joined his brothers and put his hands in his pockets. "We'll show you everything around anyway, don't worry."

And they visited everything. Absolutely everything. Luxiana took them to every shop in spite of themselves and she spoke with everyone she met, complimenting them, saying hello or even - for the shopkeepers - congratulating their work or asking them questions.

Azriel had to interrupt some of her discussions - all of them, in fact - when people in front of his soulmate smiled at her a little too much, looked at her a little too closely, or when she took on her attentive expression when she listened to their explanations. He had to pulled her away each time and she was so excited that Luxiana had never said anything about it.

On the other hand, she had never stopped talking to the three Illyrians behind her about what she saw. Cassian took great pleasure in showing her other things and even ran around with her while being just as excited. Except that it wasn't for the same reasons. Rhysand answered her questions by smiling so much that his cheeks were starting to cramp. He wasn't used to it anymore. And Azriel didn't even look where he was going, his bright eyes permanently fixed on Luxiana who was dragging him everywhere.

They eventually stopped at an ice cream stand as Luxiana and Cassian squealed in joy like children as they jumped.

Azriel let go of his soulmate's hand to place his palms on her shoulders and make her stop moving. "What's your favorite perfume?"

"Vanilla! Of course!" she replied, pulling away to turn around and stick her head against the window in front of the ice creams. Cassian joined her to do the same. Rhysand laughed, placing his hand on his forehead. "And you?" she asked, turning back to Azriel. "No wait! Let me guess. Hmmm... raspberry!" she exclaimed. "Am I right?"

Azriel smiled, "I guess we'll find out soon enough. One raspberry and one vanilla," he demanded of the seller. He may be deathly allergic to raspberry that he'd be enjoying this ice cream anyway, and maybe he'll like it after all.

“Guess for me too,” Cassian asked, jumping to Luxiana’s side.

Luxiana turned fully towards him to cross her arms and look at him with narrowed eyes. "You're caramel flavored, that's for sure."

Cassian raised an eyebrow in surprise. “How do you know?”

Luxiana grimaced exaggeratedly in surprise, not suspecting for a second that she was going to be right. She laughed before turning to Rhysand. Then she got serious again. "Oh no," she leaned back to bring her face closer to Cassian's behind her and whispered, "don't tell me he's a chocolate mint." Cassian pursed his lips to keep from laughing under Rhysand's dark gaze.

“He is a chocolate mint,” Cassian agreed in the same tone. Then he and Luxiana began to eye Rhysand with judgmental expressions, both nodding their heads from side to side. “He’s so weird.”

Luxiana nodded. She glanced at Cassian who glanced back and unable to hold back any longer, seeing each other trying not to laugh, they exploded. They stared at each other, leaning forwards while laughing.

Cassian calmed down slowly while detailing his soulmate. His heart slammed fiercely against his chest, even asking to go out. He felt, for once in his life, considered, really noticed. By Luxiana, what's more ? He loved the complicity he had with her. He loved that she didn't take herself too seriously. He loved that she was so alive and that she enjoyed every moment. And despite himself, he loved it when she teased him. This woman was his soulmate but what he felt for her at this precise moment had nothing to do with that. The butterflies that tickled his entire body were only there because he had made her laugh, because this woman in front of him was beautiful and because he had felt so good all day in her presence. Of course, Luxiana was important from the beginning. As soon as he knew she was his soulmate but from now on she was important for something else. He could never do without her now.

Cassian and Azriel finally got the four ice creams and Rhysand paid. Seeing him, Luxiana threw herself at him to wrap her arms around his for a second before gathering her courage. She delicately grabbed Rhysand's chin with her thumb and index finger to hold his head in place. Rhysand froze, wondering what she was doing as she stood on tiptoe to give him a kiss on the cheek, almost at the corners of his lips. "Thank you," she whispered to him as she moved away to wrap her arm around Rhysand's.

The Illyrian's eyelids widened as he felt his soulmate's lips land on his cheek while electrocuting his entire face. He began to smile with all his teeth as he looked down at Luxiana who was staring at him with pupils shining with a sort of admiration. "It's just an ice cream," he breathed, laughing, "I'm rich, I remind you."

Luxiana looked away with a smile. “Thanks for the ice cream too, but I wasn’t thanking you for that originally.”

Rhysand frowned as he tilted his head, silently urging her to elaborate as he turned fully towards her.

Luxiana let go to stand in front of him, giving a serious and intense gaze in the lord's. "Thank you for this city. Thank you for protecting it. It may not mean much to you, but I spent one of the best evenings of my life, here, with you. Truly."

Rhysand's face relaxed in realization. His heart skipped a beat. His soulmate had had one of the best nights of her life thanks to him. It made him so happy. He was so happy. He brought his hand up to Luxiana's cheek and held on tight. "You have no idea how much what you just said means to me. You really have no idea how good it feels to hear you say that, especially coming from you." Surprisingly, he was able to take a deep breath, feeling lighter than ever. Everything he had been through felt more worth it with every second he passed with Luxiana. His heart pounded against his burning ribs and electricity felt like it was coursing through his body nonstop as he took in the pretty blonde in front of him. Rhysand felt so lucky. What then awoke in his breast was something even stronger than affection.

Luxiana felt her cheeks heated so much that it burned her. She smiled in the hope that she had managed to calm Rhysand's bad thoughts a little. She pointed with her head at the ice creams in the hands of the two Illyrians at their sides. "Let's eat before it melts." She let go of Rhysand to grab her ice cream from Azriel's hands.

Rhysand clapped Cassian on the shoulder as he grabbed his ice cream.

Luxiana began to lick her ice cream happily as she started running around again and then she arrived at the edge of a river. She rushed towards it, clinging to the iron barriers that separated her from the water, very quickly joined by the three Illyrians. She turned towards them. Cassian was in front of her, Rhysand on her right and Azriel on her left. "This city is magnificent!" she exclaimed again, amazed. She leaned on the barrier with her free hand to lift herself up and put her buttocks on the metal, wanting to sit down to enjoy her ice cream in peace. But inevitably, she lost her balance and capsized backwards. She was going to catch herself by doing a clever movement but Azriel reacted before her.

Before he could even widen his eyes and drop his ice cream, his body - which had been tense since he had seen his soulmate get a little too close to the barrier and the river - reacted almost automatically to catch her with one hand by her arm and stabilize her. Azriel's heart exploded in his chest in fear before calming down when he saw that she was okay. "Be careful," he ordered her, giving her a stern look, but his expression melted into tenderness when he laid his eyes on Luxiana's face.

When she almost fell, she tried to catch herself but her ice cream hit her face. So she had vanilla all over her nose. She closed her eyes, cursing herself for being so stupid and trying to hide her blush of shame. "Sorry," she laughed, lowering her head to hide herself.

Cassian and Rhysand openly mocked her, laughing heartily, but Azriel could only laugh softly, he was far too absorbed in the cuteness of his soulmate. His heart was beating so hard in his chest that it warmed his entire body in a way he wasn't used to. He was so eager to spend more time with her. So eager to be able to hold her in his arms. So eager to possess her. He had never wanted anyone as much as he wanted her. Never. And it wasn't just because she was his soulmate, but because what she awakened in him made him feel alive, and vibrant. She brought such light to him. His smile slowly faded to seriousness. He brought his hand to Luxiana's face to gently rub the cream on her nose with his thumb. "It's nothing," he answered her. "I'll always be there to catch you, anyway."

Luxiana had to swallow hard at his words, feeling tickled all over. She blinked several times quickly before smiling and shaking her head. Then she went back to talking about everything and nothing with the three Illyrians. And this, until they put her back in her room.

And when Cassian, Rhysand, and Azriel laid their heads on their pillows, they were smiling with all their teeth, their hearts still beating wildly in their chests. They weren't going to be able to sleep. They were way too excited, happy, and turned upside down by all the things they felt for Luxiana. They loved it. Everything she made them feel. But despite that, they still wanted more.

Luxiana flopped down on her bed, her eyes blank and her tired face staring at the ceiling. Everything she had said about herself today had brought back her memories, her guilt, her pain. She was so tired. So tired. She brought her hand to her shoulder, trying to massage her back. Ever since she had remembered, it had hurt. So much. Her entire back was burning and the mattress she was lying on only made it worse. So she leaned on it a little more, hurting herself even more to punish her for what she had done. She felt so guilty.

But despite that, tonight, with these three Illyrians, she had spent an excellent evening. And she had forgotten all the wrong things about her. She had been able to breathe a little thanks to them. And it was bad. So bad, especially since they only saw her as a service to be performed. But she intended to take advantage of the good they were doing to her.

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lace-coffin · 1 year ago

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How do you think Asa would deal with somebody having and anxiety attack? Maybe someone who is in his collection having a panic attack because they're scared that he might get bored or tired of them and get rid of them.

Sorry if this is an awkward subject to write about. If it makes you uncomfy or anything please feel free to ignore. Hope you have a good day/night 😊❤️

How would Asa Emory comfort reader when they’re having a panic attack?

Asa Emory x gn!Reader

Requests are open!

Tw for slight self harm (skin picking)

Thank you so much for this! Keep the asa requests coming because I cannot physically be normal about this man and love writing for him 💖 I appreciate you asking if I’m comfy writing it to! Super sweet!

It all happens so quickly, you’re minding your business, doodling on a notepad in your room at the hotel. Asa bid you goodbye with a kiss on the forehead and a reminder to be good a few hours ago and you’re keeping yourself occupied until his return. You kind of wish you could go with him but you quickly remeber what goes on in the lower sections of the hotel you’re kept away from and decide it’s probably best you don’t. You’ve been there once before and that was enough to satisfy your curiosity for life.

The day continues on like this, keeping yourself entertained and flickering your eyes over the to clock every so often. Eventually it hits 8pm, usually Asa is back around this time, give or take fifteen minutes. Noticing this you scramble to sit pretty on your knees next to the door, waiting for him to return eagerly.

Asa is late, later than usual, it’s not uncommon for things to run over longer than Asa plans, victims being rowdy, traps not working as he hoped, but a seed of doubt settles deep into your stomach. He is coming back…he’ll be back soon.

More time passes and your stomach starts to twist, nausea setting in rapidly, you crawl of out position and sit cross legged. The longer the minutes tick on the deeper you spiral, what if he isn’t coming back? Maybe he’s hurt? No, he’s always prepared if things go south. Did you do something wrong?

You rely on him all the time but it’s not like you have a choice, he’s the one who ripped you from your home and imprisoned you. You rely on him to feed you, wash you, tell you what to do and when to do it…god you sound pathetic, no wonder he doesn’t want you anymore, but isn’t that what he desired? Your complete submission and dedication? The thought makes a sob bubble up on your throat.

Its all too much too quickly, the harsh words and doubt clogging up more and more of your mind until it’s all you can think of, all you can breath. You start to tremble and you know what’s coming, but you don’t know how to help it. Sure enough the hyperventilating starts, gulping for air between shaky sobs, rocking to try ground yourself.

Why would he go to all this effort to hide you away and mould you into his perfect specimen if he was just going to throw you away once he got bored? Didn’t you mean more to him than that or were you just deluded by his affection?

You don’t know how long you’ve been hunched over on the bedroom floor by the time you hear the door open, Asa shrugging off his coat and gloves, at this point you don’t even perk up or move to greet Asa as normal.

Asa was concerned when you weren’t in your usual agreed place, heart rate picking up as he looks for you. His eyes land on you curled into yourself, small cries wracking your body. his eyes soften at the sight, he knew he should’ve called you to let you know he’d be later than usual but it slipped his mind…shit

If physical affection during panic attacks is helpful for you then he’ll announce his presence quietly enough for you to hear him and know he’s there but not enough to startle you even worse. Asa will run his hand through your hair gently and adress you.

If physical affection is off the table during a panic attack Asa will move to sit down next to you after announcing himself, grunting at the way his knees crack on the way down to you.

“I’m sorry I’m late home, things didn’t go as I wanted and I ended up having to stay later, but I’m here now. Please tell me what’s gotten you so upset cricket?” He coos at you affectionately. Usually he’d punish you for not being in your spot on time but not today, today is different.

You trip over your words, trying to get what’s bothering you across to him between sobs and gasps before Asa shushs you. “Don’t hurt yourself, you can tell me once you’re feeling better, just copy me ok?” Asa gives some example deep breaths, holding them for a few seconds before releasing slowly. He waits patiently for you to join in until your breathing in sync, your physically separate but it feels personal and intimate, especially coming from someone as stony cold as your sir.

Eventually you calm down enough to speak, still out of breath and teary but much better than before, Asa always has had that affect on you, being a place of comfort compared to the usual terror he instils in others. He prompts you once again to tell him what’s causing all this, you hesitate but slowly start explaining, getting slightly more upset as you reveal your concerns.

Asa’s lips drop into an unhappy straight line, hating to see you like this and hating that it could’ve been avoided if he wasn’t so forgetful.

“May I hold you pet?” He asks for confirmation before pulling you into his lap, letting you cry into his shoulder, he couldn’t care less about the tears and snot you’re leaving on his turtle neck right now.

“Silly cricket, don’t you see how much you mean to me? I’m not one to tiptoe around my feelings, if I’d had enough of you as you put it you wouldn’t be on my lap right now, however I’d say that’s improbable considering you’re my entire world”

Asa tugs the O ring on your collar and moves your chin up to look him in his black scleras. “I’m not sick of you now and I never will be, you belong here, to me, and that’s final” Asa thumbs over your cheek bone and gives you a sweet chaste kiss.

You sit like this in Asa’s lap for a while as he rocks you, whispering affirmations and sweet words into the crook of your neck. Eventually he sits you back on the floor and takes your hand, pulling you with him but not letting your hand go. “We should probably get this cleaned up shouldn’t we pup?” Asa holds up your hands in front of your face, cuticles red and bloody. You didn’t even realise you’d been doing it in the height of your panic.

“Nothing to be ashamed of pet, let me patch you up and I’ll make us some dinner, it’s past your dinner time after all. Maybe if you’re good for the rest of the evening you can sleep with sir tonight, would you like that?”

You nod happily and follow him into the bathroom to treat your wounds, a shy smile creeping its way onto your face and a flutter in your heart.

I hope you enjoyed! Feel free to send me more Asa requests!

#slashers #slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #asa emory #asa emory x reader #the collection #the collector #the collector x reader #writing #my writing

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vibratingskull · 7 months ago

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Hiiii I love your fics so much that I'm genuinely suffering from Yandere Thrawn Brainrot 😭 can I pretty please request Yandere Thrawn x fem reader where the reader is just accepting of his behaviour? like maybe she's a rebel who has been just abandoned by her friends so she just gives in because actually the attention he gives is really nice when she behaves or maybe she's one of the emperors daughters who is always kind of forgotten about in comparison to her sisters so Thrawns attitude isn't a red flag for her because he treats her so nice and has never once sidelined her or forgotten anything about her! I just think it's an interesting idea to play with like I'm sure Yandere Thrawn would be ecstatic to have a partner who doesn't bat an eye to his behaviour and soaks it up desperately, even the brothel fic you made could fit with Yandere Thrawn (look at how bad the brainrot is LMAOOOOO) ofc I'd have to request some smut in it like maybe he eats her out on his command chair 🤭 (that's all I can think about since the last Yandere thrawn AU you just posted haha make it as crazy as you want it to be tbh I love giving you full reign over this your smut is like high quality wine for me at this point!) Anyways! Before I get completely off track and send you a whole essay of ideas I just wanna say that I cheered when I saw your requests open and you don't have to write this idea or if you prefer to tweak it then that's absolutely fine! I hope you're doing amazing and I'm looking forward to your beautiful creations!!!

Yandere Thrawn is best boy, you cannot change my mind! He can be a murderous psycho or a complete puppy if you play your cards well. Aaaaaaaw thank you dear ❤️❤️❤️❤️ I'm really happy you like my silly stuffs, even the smutty ones (i'm so not confident about those), it will be a 2 parters !

ThrawnxF!reader

Tags: Yandere behavior (duh), possessive, painting, meet cute

You sigh, sitting alone at the table. You make your drinks twirl in your glass, silently observing the ballroom. Your hand supporting your chin you look at the couples dancing, the lively discussions around the room, the laughs and smiles, the kisses exchanged behind closed doors, and the champagne flowing freely.

You catch one of your sisters dancing with a suitor, a metal and gaz magnate infinitely rich, they have been glued to one another during the entire party. You turn your head to see another one leading a political discussion with her natural charm, they all laugh at her witty comebacks and believe every word she speaks like gospel. You turn again to see your third sister on the stage, singing softly a beautiful melody, admired by the rest of the audience.

And then there is you...

The fourth.

The last one.

You do not have the charisma, the talent, or the political gene to rival any of your sisters. No one knows what to do with you. Everyone planned a beautiful future for all your three sisters to make the Empire shine brighter but you? Nobody has any idea. All your professors searched for a secret talent, a hidden jewel, hoping you are simply a late bloomer.

But nothing came.

Oh, you tried. You tried so hard! Spending sleepless nights working on your studies to at least hope for a well-made brain. But you are so average, both in looks and intellect. Nothing shines about you, nothing is worth noting.

You sigh and finish your drink.

Your only little quirk is your paintings. That’s the only thing distinguishing you from your sisters, you not failing art class. It is quite fondly regarded when you’re five but when you’re an adult princess of the Empire you need other qualities and skills than a good brush move.

You just wanted to go to art school and live simply, not that overdramatic life wrapped in politics and secrecy. You wish not for the power and the riches, they bring you too much headaches. You want to leave the Palace, find a small apartment, get a cat, and for everyone to forget your existence and leave you in peace.

But no... Not a chance.

This very party is a shining example. It is officially a diplomatic meeting between high political top hats but the true goal of your father is to show off his daughters in the hope you find a future husband, wealthy and powerful, and then marry you off.

Nothing more. Nothing less.

You are a prop to your father’s politics. Good to lure a man and his funds into the imperial bank.

And right now you are failing spectacularly. Now that you mind per se, but the man you call father and emperor will inevitably learn about that and you don’t want to anger him. You still value your life.

You sigh again mentally preparing yourself to stand up and try to “seduce” men, feeling a headache rising, when-

“Will you allow me to join you?” A rich deep voice makes you turn your head.

Grand Admiral Thrawn, a hand on the back of the other chair of your table, is looking at you with a small grin and sparkling eyes.

“Oh...” You can only say, surprised for him to spawn out of nowhere, “I mean yes! Of course Grand Admiral.”

“Thank you, your majesty.” He bows his head.

He elegantly sits down next to you. Even his manners are impeccable, full of grace and dexterity. You feel so slow and clumsy next to him. You see his long, delicate fingers hovering over the canapes before choosing one and lifting it to his mouth to bite into it.

Maker, even Military officers are more dignified than you... You subconsciously straighten your back to at least match the energy he brings to the table, trying not to appear too sluggish.

You know this man for being the first and only alien to have reached the Grand Admiral rank, which is really impressive, you will give him that. He always struck you as a balanced and polite man. He revealed himself as an art enjoyer on your first meeting and very nicely proposed himself as a model for male anatomy. You accepted and you meet every other month when he comes back from his campaigns. He lets you draw and paint his body in silence for long hours before coming to take a look and give you advice from time to time.

And then he leaves. And that’s the end of that.

Or it is the end of your relationship because he seems to roam around the residency aisle of the palace a lot. Numerous times you caught the back of his head disappearing behind a corner when you left your studio after a long painting session. You have no idea what he comes here for in the residency wing of the Palace, nothing interesting for a Grand Admiral around here.

As a matter of fact, you do have an idea why he comes to this part of the Palace, you suspect he comes to visit one of your sisters regularly. And he must be seriously enamored for risking the wrath of the Emperor! You don’t even want to imagine his reaction if he discovered the Alien got access to one of his dear eldest!

You just hope the sister in question takes her precautions to not get caught.

That would also be a huge waste for the Grand Admiral, if an alien such as him managed to reach this rank it means he must be terribly good at what he does! Not that the Emperor shares any tactical info with you, his daughters, it is a simple observation. And he looks rather dashing too... Your vain side would be devastated to learn such a handsome man would be executed, that would be such a loss for the Galaxy you nod to yourself.

You remain silent, observing the guests and your sisters shining in their dresses and jewelry. They are so radiant, you think with envy. Typically the type of women a man as handsome as the Grand Admiral would pursue, they are in the same league.

Contrary to you.

You start feeling a tingle at the back of your neck and you turn your head to discover Grand Admiral Thrawn silently looking in your direction smiling softly. You spin your head again to see what he might be watching with such tenderness in his red gaze, only to see...

Nothing?

You frown.

“It is you I am looking at.” Thrawn’s deep voice rises again, with a touch of controlled amusement.

You turn back to him with an embarrassed smile.

“Oh, I just thought you saw... Nothing.”

He tilts his head slightly.

“What did you think I saw?”

“I don’t know, something interesting.” You take your glass to your lips to sip, feeling your throat going dry.

“But I am looking at something interesting. The most interesting person in this room.”

Oh okay.

You know where this is going, you know that sweet sugary tone.

“What do you want Grand Admiral?” You put your glass back with a clank, “What demand do you want me to ask my father?”

He cocks his head again, squinting like he didn’t understand your question.

“I have no demand to ask your father.”

“Of course you don’t.” You snort.

They always do that. Come with a sweet voice and a compliment and then beg you to interfere with your father in their favor.

You are no political genius but you recognize a freeloader when you meet one!

"I assure you, Your Majesty, I did not come to ask any political favors of any kind.” He reiterates softly, “I simply saw you, so beautifully dressed and dolled up and could not help but come to you.”

“You always come to me! You think I am the weakest and easiest to manipulate for your benefit, you come with doe eyes and then ask outrageous demands, in the hope of gaining political powers. Well, I am sorry, go knock on another door!" You speak irritated but low to not start any drama.

Grand Admiral Thrawn blinks at you. He shakes his head, trying to disarm the situation.

You sniff with disdain. Lies. If he doesn’t want political favors from your father then he wants access again to one of your sister's beds, another classic you had to deal with!

“I am sorry Grand Admiral.” You say coldly, “I have nothing to give you.”

His smile widens and you hear a low chuckle.

“But on the contrary, it is me who wants to give you something, Your Majesty.”

You look at him suspiciously as he takes something from his pocket. He puts a little box hermetically sealed in front of you. You tentatively take it and open the lid to discover a colorful powder in a tangerine shade.

You look at him mouth agape and mute with surprise.

“I heard you needed this shade to finish your latest painting.” He says softly, “I traveled the galaxy and found this powder made from local seashells in an isolated world. I saw it and knew I needed to get it for you.”

This shade...

Is the exact one you need, down to a t.

“How... How did you...?”

“That is not important, Your Majesty I know how much you care about this painting and wanted to help you.”

This painting, you saw it in your dreams.

It was a flash of a faded memory of your dead mother, smiling at you before the sunset. Long, long ago...

This powder is the perfect shade for her eyes...

“Oh dear Maker...” You start sobbing, hiding your mouth behind your hand.

“Your Majesty?” Grand Admiral Thrawn asks, “Are you all right?”

You nod, wiping any tear that might have rolled down your cheek, getting back control over your sobs.

“Yes... Yes. Thank you Grand Admiral, this is a very thoughtful gift.” You smile at him.

Now you feel dumb to have given him the cold shoulder.

But how did he know about that painting? You don’t remember talking about it to anyone? You specifically hid it behind a sheet.

“You are welcome, Your Majesty. It is my pleasure.”

His hand furtively reaches yours and caresses your finger with the tips of his own. You let him do it. You don’t know why. It is simply not unpleasant...

“I just thought... I’m going to sound stupid, bear with me, I thought you wanted to use me to get close to my sisters.” You chuckle embarrassed, “It is a bit stupid...”

“Why would I want to get close to your sisters when you are here?” He asks.

“Because... I am just me.” You shrug like it is evident, “Nobody knows what to do with me.”

“I have plenty of ideas of what we could do together.” He whispers, taking your hand gently to kiss it, his red eyes looking brazenly at you.

You feel heat spreading on your cheeks.

“Grand Admiral!” You choke “How dare... We are in the middle of a ballroom!” You chastise him.

“We can leave anytime you desire...” He licks your knuckles with the tip of his warm tongue, looking insolently at you.

You feel yourself melting into a puddle at that gaze on you. So many unchaste images cross his red shining eyes while devoring you. You feel stripped naked before him. You gulp and turn your head away, you cannot hold his gaze, you feel like you’re about to combust.

He chuckles and kisses your hand again.

“I am merely joking, Your Majesty. I know you cannot simply fool around with any man. But maybe you will allow me this dance?” He stands up, still holding your hand but awaits your response.

You gingerly look at him. Dear Maker, he is so tall...

He looks at you with a small smile, gently squeezing your hand.

“I... Can allow one dance.” You concede.

“You are so generous with me, Your Majesty. I thank you.”

He helps you stand and guides you to the dancefloor, his warm hand on your lower back. He spins toward you and grabs your hand, pressing your two bodies together.

“Hold on to me, Your Majesty.” He says sensually.

And he makes you spin and twirl on the dancefloor, holding you so close you can feel his high body warmth through your clothes. He is a very, very good dancer you realize.

The dance starts normal and modest as it should be but it slowly dissolves into... something else.

You can feel his large hands roaming your entire body, playing with the straps of your dress, raising the hem of your dress to touch your naked thigh, he grabs the pin and frees your hair in your back, he grabs your hips to press them against his in a sultry move, almost grabbing your butt...

It feels like he is making love to you, fully clothed and in public. You fail to put a stop to it and protect your modesty, he is just so good at it that you blindly follow him, losing track of time.

You gulp, losing your breath as he makes your head spin dangerously. He never once stops looking at you, devouring you with his shiny rubies, hunger lying deep in them.

You are breathless, straps down your shoulders, your skirt high on your thighs and your legs trembling terribly, threatening to give out under you if Grand Admiral Thrawn wasn't holding you firmly against his tall body.

“Gra.. Grand Admiral...” You can only say.

“Is there a problem, Your Majesty? We are simply dancing, like I promised we would only do.”

“This is not a dance! This is...” You try to get angry at him but your beating heart only pumps blood to your cheeks even more.

“You did not stop me once.” He tilts his head, “If you said no I would have stopped immediately.”

“Someone could see us! Someone-”

“There are a lot of people around us. They hide you perfectly, no one will ever know. You can let go entirely, let me guide you...” He whispers sultrily in your ear.

His hand on your back slowly caresses his way down towards your butt and his hand on your leg slowly brushes his way up towards your crotch.

This... This is so indecent!

So scandalous!

So obscene!

So...

You should slap him across the face and ditch him there but you want more of it. You feel fire starts in your loin, slowly spreading in your veins, coursing through your entire body.

Quite unexpectedly he lets you go. You look at him without understanding, he grins and kisses your hand gallantly again.

“Have a nice evening, Your Majesty. Thank you for this... Delicious moment. I will see you for our next modeling session.” He rolls his ‘R’ like a purr and leaves.

Did he...

Is he the one who ditched you? At the height of the tension? When you were about to say ‘yes’ to him? You remain standing still in the middle of the dancefloor, mouth agape, breathless, hair and dress in a mess. You walk back to your seat, your legs wobbly at every step.

You feel played.

How dares he come around to set you on fire and just leave you, arms dangling, craving for so much more?! Such a ... Tease! You readjust your dress modestly, making sure none of your sisters saw anything of this... Outrageous display. None of them are looking in your direction, they are fully focused on their friends or songs.

You sigh, feeling like an idiot. Typically a thing that wouldn’t have happened to your sisters, they would have either put a stop to it or enchanted him so much that he would have dropped to his knees, begging for more of them.

You're the only one dunce enough to get played like that.

But... You cannot help but like it. It felt good to be someone’s center of the universe, even for two fleeting minutes, feeling his daring hands exploring your body so... immodestly. No man ever treated you like that, even less a man so handsome...

You shake your head. Stop that! It is blind lust speaking.

Your eyes lay down on the little box. You reopen it, to be sure of its content. Exactly the pigment you needed, the exact shade and vibrance...

How did he know?

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The first time he saw you was during an Imperial ceremony, from far away. The youngest of all the daughters, dressed in gold, pearls, and Orichalc. He was still a simple commodore back then, without as much power to himself. He was from very far away, not able to discern the features of your face, but it was clear from your body language and posture you didn’t want to be here.

Like himself.

Pryce was unavailable, a rarity for a shark like her to miss a political event like that, but she pressed him to go, to form alliances with as many senators as possible. How on the Warrior’s Blue Csilla was he supposed to do that? He is surrounded by sharks and snakes ready to eat each other for their selfish benefits, something so beyond him he simply forgets this is actually a thing people do instead of worrying for the good of the many...

Saying he was terrified would be false, but saying he was comfortable would be a lie.

It takes a lot to make him uncomfortable, but politicians always do the trick.

So in a weird way, he felt kinship towards you. He knew nothing about you, he was not even sure of your rank at that very moment, but like him, you wished you weren't there at that moment.

The massive difference was that he was anonymously sitting in the grandstand while you were on the big stage, to be looked at and admired like a pretty doll by everyone else. How uncomfortable it must feel... He felt sorry for you.

Despite your discomfort, you accomplished your duties with grace, obeying your role. It was commendable of you.

“Who are those young ladies on the side of the stage?” He leaned towards his sit neighbor.

“Do you live under a rock? They are the Emperor’s daughters, the Imperial princesses.” He got chastised.

He nodded thankfully and returned to his silent observation of the ceremony.

It was not so long in retrospect, but isolated on this stage it must have felt like an eternity for you.

After the ceremony was the real challenge for him, for two hours he had to remain comfortably seated in silence to observe a stage, now he was truly meant to go out of his way and meet politicians.

He had to take refuge to the buffet or the corners of the room more than one time. Why can’t he read and anticipate politicians’ maneuvers? Why was he so blind to this type of warfare? After a new uncomfortable discussion that ended up with him pissing off his interlocutor because they couldn’t meet eyes to eye he caught a cozy area, almost hidden behind heavy curtains with sofas and a fountain, isolated from the rest of the busy party. He entered, hoping to find some peace and quiet but he found a young woman here, dressed in gold, pearl, and Orichalc.

“Your Majesty.”Thrawn bowed respectfully, “I did not want to disturb your peace, I will leave.” He immediately excused himself and turned to go away

When...

“You may stay, sir.” You simply responded, not even looking up from your drink twirling in your glass. “I do not mind...”

“I thank you, Your Majesty.” He bowed again and took a seat.

Not on the same sofa as you, it would be terribly improper to impose his presence on a woman like that. He chose one a little removed from you to leave you in peace.

He was gathering his thoughts, but you kept catching his eyes, something about you was...interesting him. And he didn’t know what, nor the true nature of his interest in you.

“What?” You asked out of the blue, “You keep giving me side glance, you never saw a woman before?”

“My apologies, Your Majesty. It was impolite of me”

“Yes, it is. My father killed men for less than that.” You added acidic.

Something in your tone and demeanor... Like a heavy lassitude, like you were crushed by something. But what?

“I will keep it in mind, then. Thank you for the warning, Your Majesty.”

You sniffed with disdain before looking back down to your drink.

“So it’s you....” You finally added after several minutes of silence, “the Navy’s favorite pet.”

He turned back his gaze to you, squinting.

“The Navy’s pet?” He repeated politely.

“The only alien in the Navy, and a Commodore at that. You pissed off a lot of people, my congratulations.”

He was not able to judge if you were sincere or sarcastic.

“I do my best to do my job. But some people never seem satisfied, I cannot do anything more to content them, I am afraid.” He humbly admits.

“Like me.” You let out with a little voice.

You did not say more and he did not pryied.

“Why are you not enjoying the party, Your Majesty?” He asked, curious, “Your sisters are getting their fill.”

You snarled in response.

“If you came here to flaunt my dear sisters in my face you can leave, sir.”

“My apologies, Princess. I was simply curious why a young adult would not enjoy such a party.” He explained.

You turned your head and for the first time your gazes crossed.

“What about you? You do not seem the type to enjoy parties either.”

“My young years are behind me.”

You frowned.

“Are they?”

Well technically he is still considered rather young for Chiss standards with their longer lifespan but for humans, he is middle-aged. But you don’t know that.

“I am over 45.” He informed you.

The way your beautiful human eyes rounded up in surprise was quite delectable.

“You’re kidding.”

“I am not.”

“You barely look 35.” You responded astonished.

He came to understand it was a compliment on his physical appearance. Something he was not used to.

“I thank you, your Majesty. You look ravishing yourself.”

He stopped dead. Was ‘ravishing’ too much? How do you respond politely to a woman appreciating your physical appearance, and what is the proper and polite response when that woman is an Imperial Princess?

You gauged him up and down before exploding laughing.

Not one of those overly musical and false laughs of politicians and freeloaders, a true, pure, and sincere fit of laughter. Something coming directly from the heart.

Something fresh.

He remained still, not knowing how to react. Your laugh was quite pleasant to hear, and the smile you tried to hide behind your hand enhanced your features gracefully.

“Oh Maker.” You breathe to calm down, “You are quite funny, sir!”

He failed to see what was funny in his response but he was not starting to question a Princess. You sighed deeply, still shaken by the remnants of your laugh. At least you were smiling now, that heavy sentiment hovering over you seemed to have disappeared. At least for now.

“Thank you, your Majesty.” He diplomatically responded.

“So tell me truly, why did you come hiding here?” You asked, a bit more lively.

This time he was the one looking down at his drink for a fleeting moment.

“Politics... Evade me entirely.” He finally reveals.

“Same.”

He looked at you curiously.

“But you are a Princess of the Empire.”

“That doesn’t mean I can lead. I dislike politics. I prefer my studio.”

A studio? The type he is hoping for?

“What type of studio?”

“Oh ... Just.” You gave him a side glance and lowered your gaze, embarrassed “No. You will find it stupid.”

“I will not judge, Your Majesty.” He solemnly declared.

“I ... Paint. A little...”You revealed, fidgeting your fingers.

His heart jumped and all of his social anxiety and restraints lifted up like a cloud. You paint? It’s marvelous news! He loves paintings, why not tell him sooner?

“This is not stupid, Your Majesty. Art is a very noble and respectable hobby, I am a humble art enjoyer myself.” He explained calmly, keeping his growing enthusiasm on a leash. “Would you have pictures of your work to show me by any chance?” He daringly asked

You looked at him absolutely horrified.

Please, do not look at him like that...It displeases him, even though he doesn’t quite know why.

He likes it when women are comfortable with him, it is gratifying to be perceived as a protector. He wants you to feel relaxed around him.

Especially you

For some unknown reasons...

“I... No!” You hurriedly responded.

He tilted his head. He wanted to see some of your work. It is so important for artists to be seen and perceived for them to flourish in their talents.

He just wanted to give you a positive boost... But you denied him.

“I understand.” He responded, a bit disappointed to have lost this opportunity to speak about art.

You looked at him, embarrassed before rising on your feet to close the curtain entirely, giving the little salon a cozy and very intimate atmosphere. You took out your imager of your little purse and approached him shyly, suddenly self-conscious.

He looked at you approaching with an impassible expression, but hope constricted his heart.

“Do you promise to not mock me?” You asked like you weren't an Imperial Princess with significant powers.

No. At this very instant you were a shy, but hopeful young artist, ready to expose herself intimately to a fellow art enjoyed, pressing your imager against your chest.

You were taking a leap of faith...

And he was ready to catch you in his arms.

“I never mock an artist, Your Majesty.” He declared with all the serious in the world.

You gulped and sat down next to him, handing him the imager with a slightly trembling hand.

“This is not very good...” You warned him.

Who cares? If you are a beginning artist with a low level he will be more than happy to give you references and art currents to study to help you in your art journey.

But you were actually really good with a brush. No need to get all shy about it, you should be proud of your paintings!

You studied a lot of subjects and tried a lot of different techniques and materials, your style could be soft and appeasing with pastel colors, bold and brash with vibrant brush strokes, or gloomy and eerie, creating a haunting atmosphere.

But no matter how different your paintings might be there was one very clear constant for him.

Your innate good and soft nature.

Not in a fragile or virginal way, no. But something bright, shining like a real sun, luminous, warm, inescapable, and unstoppable...

How could you be Emperor Palpatine’s daughter?

How was that possible?

He silently observed your work under your worried gaze, awaiting his judgment. It is clear you hid this part of yourself from everyone else, and maybe he was the very first person who took interest in your hobby, the very first one you let gaze upon yourself so intimately like that...

Because it was very intimate, he knew it. He stripped your soul naked before him and he ogled without any shame, taking as many details as he could.

And he very much liked what he saw.

Where were gentle souls like yours in the galaxy? They appeared so rare and he would very much appreciate one in his life. A friend honest and deeply good by nature...

That sounds terribly enticing to him.

He knew nobody on Coruscant, spending his entire leaves in art galleries. But maybe now he could visit them with a nice company at his arm? Simple rendezvous filled with passionate discussions about art, speaking and debating a subject until you both lose your voices and only look into each other eyes to continue the discussion.

That sounds terribly nice...

But you are a Princess and him a Commodore. How would that work? He was not even sure he had the right to be in the same room as you.

But the idea was just so nice... An art partner, being friends with an actual artist, getting to witness the intricate process of creating a masterpiece.

That is just so alluring to him...

“So?” you asked with a short breath.

“This is high-quality work, Princess. You have an undeniable talent and obviously worked really hard to get to this level.” He praised, “I can only encourage you to continue.”

“You think... I could live on my brush one day?” You inquired, hope lying in your voice.

“It is a real possibility, I can see it happening.” He nodded with a tight encouraging smile.

“... Thank you.” You let him knew, “I...”

You seemed to be about to say something else but suddenly jumped on your feet, the heat signals of your face through the roof.

“I need to go! Good evening Sir!” And like that you left him, speechless, still holding your precious imager.

Maybe the tension of showing your art to someone else for the first time was too much for you. This was quite endearing and he let out a little chuckle amused.

He resumed his art exploration on your imager, he will find a way to send it back to you.

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He didn’t sent it back.

He kept it, he has it every day in his inner pocket, close to his heart. He rummages through it when he can, seeing you through the pictures, getting to know you through each paint stroke.

He innocently thought about you two becoming art friends to satisfy his knowledge cravings, but instead, he developed an... interesting bound with you.

Without your knowledge.

He tried several times to come to see you at your art studio to give it back, only to remain at the door, silently spying on you painting through the cracked door.

He wished not to disturb the holy inspiration flow so precious to artists. He would break your entire rhythm if he knocked at the door and stopped you.

How could he dare disturb the process of art? Especially yours? So he remained at the door for long hours until you decided to exit the room or he heard someone come by.

When you weren’t here he forced the door open to tidy up the place and look at your last pieces.

But one day you were simply preparing yourself to paint so he entered. Unannounced, unwanted he walked in like he owned the place. You didn’t see him at first, focusing on your flimsy sheets when you raised back on your feet to discover him observing your latest piece with attention, his hand holding his chin, appreciating every detail.

“Oh dear Maker!” You jumped back.

He turned his head to you with a tight smile.

“My apologies, Princess.” He said not at all sorry.

“What are you doing here?!” You asked in some sort of panick.

“Your father requested my presence today, and I had hoped to be able to catch you paint.” He mundanely explained it like it was evidence.

“And why is that?” You asked suspiciously, hiding some sketches behind you.

“My apologies Princess, I got ahead of myself. I have something belonging to you and wanted to give back.”

He took out the small imager of his pocket to hand it to you. He already has several copies and backups of all your art.

“My imager!” You shouted, relieved. “Where did you get it?”

“You actually gave it to me years ago when I was still a Commodore.” He explains gently.

You took the imager back and looked in the gallery, with an elated smile.

“I don’t think I ever caught your name, Mister.” You raise back your clear gaze at him.

Of course, you knew his name, he was the only alien of the fleet, surely his name traveled the corridors of the Palace and he knew it. But Politeness and etiquette demanded you asked.

And you are a very polite woman.

He put his right hand on his heart and bowed to you.

“I am Vice Admiral Thrawn. I am delighted to meet you again, Your Majesty.”

You elegantly bowed back.

“I am (Y/n) (L/n).”

“Are you not a Palpatine?” Thrawn tilted his head.

You bite your lower lips, like you spoke too much.

“I... Prefer to identify with my mother’s name.” You explain.

“It is a very beautiful name, it suits you marvelously.” He reassured you, “Do you mind if I remain for your next session? I long to observe an artist in their element.”

“Oh well...” You spin your head towards the holo clock on the wall and all of your glee seems to melt, your smile disappearing, “I am afraid there won’t be a session today... Yet again.”

Thrawn squinted.

“Is there a problem, your Majesty?”

“No its...” You sighed deeply, “Another model ditched me apparently. He should have been here an hour ago...”

“If you allow me, your Majesty, I can replace him if you wish.” Thrawn proposed immediately.

“I...” You purse your lips, thinking “I usually book models for three to four hours, are you sure you have that time?”

“I do today.” He answered politely, hiding his enthusiasm, “By a splendid hasard I have nothing booked for the rest of the day. I can model for you as long as you need.”

He very carefully planned today’s agenda to have his afternoon and evening free after his visit to the Emperor. It will postpone some operations on the Chimaera, but nothing he cannot catch up on, he made sure of it.

You hesitated, your gaze traveling from Thrawn’s stern face to your flimsy sheets.

It is the fifth model ditching you.

The fifth Thrawn got rid off.

Cleanly.

Discreetly.

When he entered your studio in your absence he got the occasion to detail your work and picked up on your... attraction, towards those young men.

Something that infuriated him greatly, even though he wasn’t sure why. He never felt like that before, longing for your presence, to get to know you better and well. This is a very new sentiment to him, he desires to be with you, to listen to you talk, to help you, to just be here in the same room as you. You could be silent and still, sitting on a pedestal and he would sit and look at you with all his attention, trying to pierce your secrets.

Why are you doing that to him? Where does this deep sentiment of covetousness come from? Right now he just wants to grab your hand and flee away from the Imperial Palace with you, take the first shuttle and take off for the never-ending universe, take you far away from that man you call father and Emperor for you both to live free.

He always feels so cold all day long, but in your vicinity, everything warms up, the ice melts, and the sun dares from its rays on his flesh, bringing him back to life and waking him up from a long coma. Laying his gaze on you he feels like opening his eyes for the first time and taking his first breath.

Is that... Love?

Did Cupid finally hit him with an arrow after ignoring him all his life?

He quite likes how that sounds.

He wants more. So, so much more...

But for now, he looked at you hesitating, patient, with a tight polite smile of someone only desiring to help.

“Well... If it isn’t too much trouble for you, I would appreciate it. What about a portrait to start?”

“But of course, Your Majesty. I am here to serve.” He bowed his head again deeply pleased that his plan worked.

He cannot help but wonder, how do you see him? Is he handsome or repulsive to your eyes? Is he powerful or weak?

He will soon know it through your primary sketches...

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“What are you thinking about Grand Admiral Thrawn?” You call him back to reality

Thrawn blinks, realizing he is posing for you once again in your studio. It is quite rare that he lets his memories take the forefront of his mind but his mind drifted off observing you painting him like that.

You took great care to not look at him in the eyes since that party and he is greatly pleased by the turmoil he stirred within you. Today again you cannot look in his direction without your face’s heat signals rising.

How delectable...

You draped a long fabric on him and gave him a staff to hold, ordering his pose, and started to paint. Holding the pose is hard but that only pushes him to appreciate art even more. He feels your focused gaze skimming his skin, detailing his muscles, observing the crooks and crannies of his flesh, taking in the different shades of blue of his skin.

He feels his heart accelerating with your eyes traveling his naked form.

He never exposed himself in such a way to anybody before.

It is so intimate.

So erotic...

He feels great under your gaze, he feels... Empowered. Like he could become what he was always meant to be under your brush, that through your gaze he truly could realize himself. He feels his chest puffing up with pride and satisfaction. That surge of warmth spreading in his chest and heart when your eyes skim his skin feels so soft and right...

“You truly have mesmerizing eyes, I hope I will be able to do them justice...” You say almost to yourself, fully focused on your sketch.

“We could do a series of portraits after, you could study them in detail.” He proposes.

“Thank you Grand Admiral.” You smile.

“Please, call me Thrawn, Your Majesty. I am a simple man at your art service in this room.”

“Then call me (Y/n).” You decide, “Let’s just be a man and a woman for this afternoon.”

“I simply cannot, Your Majesty. You are an Imperial Princess, I cannot address you with such familiarity.” He counters.

Who is he to address you so casually? He will not strip you down of your titles and grandeur.

You pout, visibly displeased by his response.

“All right...” You say very disappointed.

He clenches his jaw, conscious of his misstep.

“If you truly desire it, I will address you as you wish (Y/n).” He responds softly.

But in his mind he will keep using your titles, they suit you so well.

You nodd enthusiastically, relieved by his new response.

“Do you want to take a look?” You ask.

He descends from the pedestal and passes on a gown to modestly cover himself, but he doesn’t close it, coming to admire your genius on the canvas, discovering himself through your own eyes.

You take a picture with your imager that he gave back, adding it to your collection. His heart sprints at the view of the imager in a very Pavlovian response.

He had... other uses for your imager.

He will never admit it, not even under torture, but... He furiously masturbated several times using your art collection on the imager. He has no rational explanation for it. One day he was terribly bothered, to his utmost inconvenience, and hoped that some nice paintings could distract him.

But instead

He just got such a clear picture of you, of your good nature, of your amazingly sweet personality that he became hard like wood, worsening the situation. He found a self-portrait of yourself, looking straight back at him with such a clear and assured gaze... And he just lost it.

He fisted himself, entranced by those expressive eyes looking brazenly at him.

He never came so hard before, his entire body struck by lightning, setting fire to his very soul. He was left breathless and disoriented, his large chest rising up and down rapidly, your impudent gaze fixing him intently.

The high was so high the descent was devastating, leaving him craving more of you, by any means necessary...

That’s when he decided to enter your studio for the first time.

Thrawn discovers the canvas.

He discovers himself slouching regally on a throne like he is presiding over a tedious political case and is about to give his royal judgment.

You remain a step behind, fidgeting your fingers.

“What do you think?” You ask a bit worried.

An idea flashes in his mind, a bad idea, but oh so delicious...

“Technically very interesting and avant-garde. But there is something...” He teases sadistically.

“Something? What? What is wrong? What did I do wrong?” You immediately panick.

“Are you familiar with male anatomy?” He asks, falsely investigating.

Of course, you are familiar with it, he saw you paint it plenty of times.

“Yes! I am!” You protest.

“Let’s see...” He gently takes your hands to place them on his large pecs.

Your eyes round up in surprise and your breath is caught in your throat.

“Feel the muscles, how they are built in the body.” He casually instructs while he takes your hands for a jaunt on his body, caressing himself with your soft palms.

“Hum... Grand Admiral?” You try.

“Feel where they start and end, where they cross paths and attach to the bones.” He slowly pushes your hands down his abdominals.

You audibly gasp as he directs your hands on his naked body. While your body heat skyrockets in your embarrassment and confusion, he revels in the softness of your touch and the freshness of your hands on his thick skin.

Your touch is delightful. Delicate and tender. He has all the pain in the world to not moan in bliss...

He presses your palms on his abdominals, pushing them farther and farther south.

“It is very important you understand how the muscles twist and bend.” He lectures you like you didn’t already know that.

“Grand Admiral...” You press him more and more embarassed.

He takes a step forward and you take a step back.

He takes another one and you do the same.

He finally blocks you against the desk where you keep all your colors and pigments. You jolt when your back hits the wooden table, caged between his half-naked body and the furniture. He stops your hands on his groin region, right above his cock.

He looks at your flustered face intently, how you evade his gaze and your heat signals are the worst he ever saw. He refrains from licking your face as he so desperately wants to.

Your sex is irradiating a warm light to his infrared vision, well awake and demanding attention. He takes great pride in the reaction of your body to his daring advances, but you also appear tense.

“Feel how my male body is different from your female body, feel it deeply... within you...” He whispers, looming forward to press his forehead against yours to look at your eluding gaze. He pulls your hands to wrap your arms around his waist as his own hands come to seize your hips, slightly slipping them under your corseted top to caress your smooth human skin.

You cannot help the gasp escaping you, shocked to your core but indubitably... interested. Curious and craving for more.

Still, the uneasy feeling remains in the pearl of your eyes.

He presses your hips together and rolls his pelvis, delighting himself in your hot and bothered reaction. Your hands are trembling and sweaty but they hold on his lower back. You slowly and timidly raise your gaze to meet his, mouth agape and with a short breath.

You gulp as he smiles, satisfied.

Are you a virgin? Will he be your first?

His heart pumps harder!

You first... But more importantly your last!

He lowers himself with a satisfied grin, but right before he is about to kiss you, he suddenly grabs your ass to lift you up and put you on the table, making you yelp in surprise. His hands lift your skirt to caress your round thighs, dividing them open to slide between them swiftly.

His blood is beating furiously, his hands caressing and exploring your gorgeous body eagerly, mentally pesting against those useless clothes hiding your naked perfection to his burning rubies. You let out a weak moan between precocious fear and irrefutable excitement.

Your hands circle his shoulders and you dig your nails into his blue flesh, to his utmost pleasure, pulling you tighter towards you.

Everything comes to a halt as you look into each other eyes with heavy breathing.

He wants you.

He craves you.

And he will have you!

In one way or another, you will be his and his alone.

He will rip you out of your father’s claws and build you a life of comfort and love. He will hold you close and tight, showering you with adoration every day, worshipping at your feet.

Thrawn taunts you with his lips, hovering them over your parted mouth, making your throat go dry with anticipation. He teases you with a kiss on the tip of your nose, before letting out a low growl as your gazes meet, you cannot help but moisten your plump lips with your tongue with a short breath.

Thrawn hand seizes your lower back to pull you close and tight against him, his second hand embracing the back of your skull to pull you ever so slightly closer to his tempting grin.

You look at each other in a suspended moment, listening to each other heavy heartbeat, feeling the sheer tension in the room before Thrawn lowers himself with the intent to kiss you.

“Please... Do not hurt me...” You ask with a voice so low and feeble he barely hears you, tears in your eyes.

He stops his motion.

Why would-

“Sorry for my late arrival Princess, I-”

A man enters the studio unannounced, absolutely ruining the moment. You yelp in surprise, pulling on your skirt to cover your bare legs while Thrawn merely turns his upper body towards the intruder to shoot him with his glare, making no effort to cover his modesty.

The man is clearly embarrassed to have walked in during an intimate moment, but Thrawn wants him more than embarrassed. He wants him repentant and desperate.

“I am sorry, Sir.” You jump off the table, flustered, pushing your hair behind your ear to put up a front, “Thrawn, I present you Sir Hatway, a curator of an art gallery I invited to judge my art.” You gesture towards the impudent.

The man clearly doesn't know what to do with himself in front of a naked Chiss.

“Sir Hatway, this is Vice Admiral Thrawn of the Imperial Navy and one of my favorite model.”

Thrawn heart speeds up at the compliment, but outside he is still shooting down Hatway, frowning, displeased.

“Should I... Wait outside, Princess?” The impolite man asks.

‘Yes he should!’ Thrawn thinks, clasping his hands behind his back.

“No! No...” You hurriedly respond, “It is all right, you didn’t interrupt anything. We can look at my paintings now.”

Thrawn gaze slides to you.

What do you mean ‘didn’t interrupt anything’? He wants to ask impudently.

He chastises himself. You are an imperial Princess. You cannot just fool around with anyone like that without consequences from your father, you must preserve your reputation.

The insolent nods unsure, still uneasy, before turning towards Thrawn with a smile he surely hoped to be affable, but honestly is just pathetic. He takes a step forward with his hand extended.

“Please to meet you Grand Admiral Thrawn.”

Thrawn consciously takes his time to gauge him up and down from all his height, straightening his back to look at him with all the smugness his rank conferred him. He finally took the man’s hand to shake it.

“The pleasure is mine, Sir Hatway.” Thrawn tightens his grip until the man winces in pain, “You will obviously not say a word of what you saw.” He asks, deadly cold.

“N-no, sir. I saw nothing and know nothing...” He pitifully responds

“Good...” The Chiss nods, venomous.

“You can go, Grand Admiral.” You say, fidgeting your fingers, still visibly agitated, “We are done for today.”

“If you allow me, Your Majesty. I am interested to witness your audition.”

“I...” You bite your lower lips again, thinking, “All right.” You concede.

When Thrawn exits the changing room in his pristine white uniform, Sir Hatway is no longer the pitiful man who entered the studio. He stands proudly before your paintings, detailing them and judging them imperially.

You remain a bit behind, full of apprehension and hope. Like the day you showed Thrawn your imager.

“This is not very good to be honest with you, Your Majesty. This is amateurish at best, and I am being generous.”

Thrawn stops dead in his tracks. Did he hear right?

“But I...” You try.

“It will not be possible I am afraid. You should abandon painting entirely, this is not a world for a fragile flower like you...”

Thrawn takes a single glance at the painting you are presenting right now.

Your dear mother’s portrait.

You spend long hours on this one, pouring your tears and blood in the paint to bring it to life and honor that woman.

And that... Uncultured fool rejects it?! Calls it amateurish?! Thrawn never saw such passion in a portrait in a long long time!

He heard enough.

He walks to the man with three long strides, catching both of your attention.

“Sir. I will invite you to take back your words immediately.” He said very coldly, camping in front of the fool, towering over him with all his height.

“Who do you think you are to teach my job?!” The impudent retorted, any traces of the former shy man long gone.

“Who do you think YOU are?! Is your heart so dry to be so blind before such a shining jewel, before such explicit talent, before such an evident masterpiece? I can not let you say such things.”

The man looks at Thrawn afraid and confused but sticks to his guns.

“No! It is my job to evaluate artists that wish to enter our art gallery and she doesn’t have the level expected.”

“Can you not see she is ahead of her time? That she is avant-garde in so many aspects? I pity your gallery Sir, we must only find mediocrity inside.”

“Are you insulting me?!”

“You insulted her first.”

“Grand admiral please...” You try to calm them both

Thrawn raises his hand to sush you.

“She has no talents, and no future in the art world. I am doing her a favor by telling her early.” He bites.

Thrawn feels about to punch this man.

Instead, he takes a step back and takes out his pair of gloves from his pocket, and throws them at the impudent’s face.

“I will protect her honor, I challenge you sir.”

“What?! No! This is getting ridiculous, stop-” You try to interject again.

“Fine! Whenever you damn please Alien!” The fool retorts.

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Hey! I just wanted to say that I love your writing. I was hoping to send a request. I’ve been obsessed with Dominic from The dare, and was hoping you could write something for him. Feel free to ignore if your not interested.

There’s absolutely no fics for him which is why I ask. For the writing I was thinking something fluffy. Like the childhood friend to lover trope. Where he and the reader meet again as adults after they lost touch as children. The reader can be female or gender neutral, either is fine. I would definitely recommend the movie. Again if you’re not comfortable or interested it’s okay to ignore.

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Hello and thank you for your kind words and this request <3

I didn't know this movie before you mentionned it, so I gave it a try! Dominic really deserves to be more popular over here, poor love :(

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I THOUGHT I LOST YOU (Dominic Craven x gender neutral reader)

Warnings: no proof reading, mentions of bullies, mentions of killing and kidnapping, Dominic stalking you

Even after all those years, you still thought about Dominic. You wondered what truly happened to him, you wondered if he was still alive somewhere, you wondered if, wherever he was, he was happy. You were certain that the group of kids from the travel families knew where he went missing, but they all left or refused to say anything to the police. You hated them for that. And sometimes, at night, you were whispering to Dominic, telling him he had been so stupid he had wanted to follow those children. You had told him to stay at home that night, you had told him you were tired but that you would spend more time with him the next day. But there had been no next day for the two of you. You were feeling guilty. If you hadn’t decided to go to sleep, he might still be around.

Your parents knew each other, so you grew up with him. At least, every summer you were together. And you were close, even best friends. He was a quiet and shy kid. People were often picking on him, even more when they noticed the horseshoe scar on his small hand. But you were always there for him, until you failed him. You didn’t like those kids because they seemed mean. You all had difficult lives, and of course you didn’t know any better. But you always thought they could have been better. You had always avoided them, but he wanted to be part of a group to feel strong. Sometimes, it was hurting you a little to think that you weren’t enough for him. Often, you wished things would have been different.

You hated the thought that all of them left this past behind them and probably forgot about it, when you were thinking about Dominic every day of your life.

However, like any of them, you never had the courage to get back to the place. When his parents died, one night, burnt alive in their trailer, your own family left and promised themselves to leave this cursed land behind all of you. You remembered the shadow of a man, and you had always thought that the person who kidnapped Dominic also killed his parents.

You had a better life now. You weren’t living in trailers anymore. You had a job.

And you had memories. There was also a shadow following you. You might be losing it, or there might be someone following you at night. You always locked your car and house door, hoping it would protect you from the monster walking behind you. You had no proof of that though, so you never dared calling the police. You were scared. And more than once you wondered if it wasn’t your guilt creating an illusion to let you know you couldn’t keep living like if nothing happened to your former best friend.

You needed to find out the truth.

You weren’t too sure how you could find the adults who used to be those mean children. But you knew the forest where Dominic went at night, where all the kids of the trailer park went at night without any adults to watch over them, all too drunk and tired to care anymore.

You took days off, your car and everything you could need to look out for the truth. You needed to know. You followed your GPS, but truth to be told, you had watched your father driving to this place so many times, that you still knew the roads by heart. It was easy for you. And when you arrived, you noticed that the place seemed even more abandoned, sad and scary than it used to be. You weren’t too surprised though, especially after all the things that happened and the ghost stories that were still haunting around. You had always wondered if it was true.

You remembered that your child self was terrified of the thought of meeting the farmer. Your parents never seemed too convinced when they tried to assure you that the farmer didn’t kill his boy Henry, that it was an accident and that he wasn’t going to kidnap you to skin you and eat you alive. Still, you could tell there was something true behind the rumours and you didn’t want to ever meet him. You also remembered how this was the story every kid of the trailing park was telling each other, and the most stupid ones were doing dares about it. It could be stuff like touching the front door of the farmer's house that was lost in the middle of the forest, or it could even be to go in there. You couldn’t believe that Dominic would have done something like that. He was a good boy. But he was also easily influenced and you started to wonder.

As you were walking around the forest, trying to find the path towards the farmer’s house, you saw a shadow in the corner of your eyes. You turned your head around, but didn’t find anyone. You tried to tell yourself it was probably a leaf or an animal you saw moving. You were certain there were eyes on you though and you suppressed a shiver. It was going to be alright; you had to be strong for Dominic. Plus there was no one living in the farmer’s house anymore. You were certain that he died a very long time ago, and no sane person would want to live there.

You took a deep breath and thought you might have found the path when you heard someone walking on a branch behind you. You froze and turned around.

“Hello?” you tried, no matter how scared you were. It was probably an animal and nothing else. Only silence answered you back. “Look, I know you’re here. Just show yourself. I don’t want to play any games” you added, really considering your own mental health.

And it was then that a strong figure appeared in your line of vision. The muscled man was wearing a mask and you gulped. It felt like you were in a horror movie; you were the next prey of a slasher. But he stayed where he was, he didn’t jump on you or attack you. You were frozen in fear, silently praying for the man to leave or to start laughing, saying he pranked you well.

After a little while, he removed his mask and it appeased you a little. He took a step closer to you, and you just couldn’t read his expression. He looked for your eyes and almost smiled before greeting you.

“Hey, Y/N. Never thought you’d come here again.” he told you and your blood ran cold.

“Do we know each other?” you asked, thinking you should have taken a gun or at least a knife to defend yourself.

“We used to, yes. I thought you forgot about me. But I never stopped thinking about you.” he told you and you started to think very fast. It couldn’t be Dominic. Why would he still be in the woods after all those years? “Aren’t you looking for me?” he asked with a tilt of the head. The ghost of a smile completely disappeared from his face as his eyes plunged into yours with renewed intensity. You moved your tongue on your dry lips.

“Dominic?” you finally said, no matter how insane it sounded and he went closer to you.

“Yes” he simply replied and you both stared at each other.

You couldn’t believe how tall and strong he became; he was such a little and cute boy before. You couldn’t deny how handsome he looked though, as you were enjoying the sight a little too much. The light in his eyes had disappeared to be replaced by some shadows. He didn’t seem very sane, but you didn’t want to abandon him like you did before. However you had no idea what to do. You didn’t know if you should hug him or call the cops. He looked like someone who was up to no good, but more than anything he was still reported missing.

“You’re alive” you whispered “What happened to you?” you continued as you were now certain it was him when you spotted the horseshoe scar on his hand.

“Nothing that could kill me, so it made me stronger” he simply said and you frowned at that

“What are you doing here?” you continued

“Finding a way to take the evil out” he replied back and you hummed. You had no idea what he went through but it clearly killed the soft boy in him. He wasn’t making a lot of sense to you either. His presence seemed familiar enough for you to not be afraid however. And you moved closer again.

“You did become strong” you tried to smile and he seemed to appreciate the praise.

He used to look at you like his best friend, like his sibling. But his eyes were now drinking in your sight with want. He had spied on you and lurked around you for a few years now. He knew everything about you, and he was aware of how attractive and perfect you looked to him. You were the only thing that didn’t need to be saved from evil, because you were an angel. You were so bright, so good. You truly never did anything bad in your life, and he would have never hurt you because of this. And he made sure no one could hurt you either.

You saw the way he looked at you.

“You’re so beautiful” he murmured and you blushed

“Do you live in the woods?” you asked to change the subject and know more of him. He nodded, trusting you.

“I can show you. But I need you to obey one rule” he told you. A part of yourself was thinking that it was completely stupid of you to follow a man wearing a strange mask and who could so easily break you in half. But the strongest part of you wanted to trust him like you used to. You nodded for him to keep going. “There are two rooms you can’t enter. One leading to the basement, and the other leading to my office” he told you and you nodded again.

“Of course. I’m not going to look around your home without your approval” you promised and it made him smile even more. You were so smart and so good to him already. He would be happy to keep you by his side, even if he didn’t deserve you. He was ready to do anything for you to love him, but in a different way than it used to be. He wanted you, all of you. Forever. He was the messenger of Karma and Vengeance. And you only deserved to be well treated. “Will you tell me what happened to you?” you asked as he led you toward the farmer’s house. He didn’t answer and you stopped when you found yourself in front of the house. You hadn’t thought he was living here.

“The farmer died a long time ago” he told you in a reassuring and soft way, and he opened the door for you. “You’re safe with me. You used to try and protect me. Now I can do it for both of us” he promised.

“What made you think I need protection?” you gently teased, trying to hide how worried you were. You didn’t want to listen to the gentle little voice whispering to you that you were going to be so happy with him. You entered the house and tried your best to not look around.

“I know it, that’s all” he shrugged and he thought about all the people who hurt you and who already died and to all the other ones who were going to die so soon. “I’ll take care of you.” you smiled at those words, not knowing that four people were rotting in his basement, right under your feet.

The whole afternoon, Dominic forgot about them, only focusing on you. He was feeling happy, something he thought he would never know again. He couldn’t wait for his favourite toys to break in the worst of ways possible, so he could only care about you. At the same time, he wasn’t going to speed up the process. He wanted the evil to be taken out. And he was going to be so careful it would never touch you.

Now you were here and that Paul, Jay, Kat and Adam were being punished, he knew that everything was going to be alright.

#the dare #dominic craven #dominic craven x reader #dominic craven x y/n #dominic craven x you #dominic craven x s/o #the dare x reader #slasher x reader #slasher x s/o #slasher x you #slasher x y/n

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ticklygiggles · 11 months ago

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Beach Competitions | Oikawa Tooru & Kuroo Tetsurou

Commissioned by @wertzunge

A/N: final commission for Maaaaax! Max, thank you so much for your always kind support and for being so so kind and patient to me! You are an angel ❤️ I hope you enjoy this one! Thank you again!

Summary: Ah, the beach. The perfect place to relax and have a good time in peace and quiet... right?

Oikawa watched the Nekoma team coming out from a van he thought was way too small and cramped for all of them to fit together. He heard his own teammates giggling and whispering to each other as they saw some of the tallest boys almost tripping on their way out, including Kuroo who yelled and even hit someone on the head out of pure embarrassment. Oikawa had to laugh too and he made sure to tease Kuroo about it through the whole day.

The sun was warm right above their heads. The sea breeze felt good on the skin sticky with sweat. The smell of watermelon mixed with the smell of salt, warm sand and sunblock. Both teams were opening umbrellas and tents, chatting happily, kicking sand between them to blind the other, and mingling together as a little improvised family. All the stress of the third years about graduation and the future was kept locked in a little box that would be opened later, when the daily routine began again.

Meanwhile, Oikawa made sure to enjoy his break to the fullest. He competed in a swimming race against Iwaizumi and Haiba Lev and both Seijoh players lost miserably against Lev’s long legs and arms. Oikawa also joined a funny conversation with Mattsun, Takahiro and Kai Nabuyaki. He was very surprised to see the Nekoma vice-president laughing so much at Mattsun’s jokes, he even apologized for how loud he was being.

Oikawa even timidly approached that little setter, wanting to share some advice and stuff, not before laughing his head off when he saw Kenma’s face and limbs completely white, covered in sunscreen. Kenma, although shy and quiet, did answer Oikawa questions and thanked him for his advice.

Oikawa did many things, but above them all… he challenged Kuroo in every single thing he could think of. Watermelon seed spitting, volleyball, a race, another swimming competition, even sandcastle building. Both captains did their best even when throwing a frisbee, and for everyone else it was a little fun to see them yelling at each other– or at least that was what Oikawa thought as he heard the other's laughter when he and Kuroo almost pulled their hair to prevent the other from reaching the finish line in their third consecutive race.

Unfortunately for Oikawa, each of these competitions ended in an embarrassing tie. No matter how much he sweated and how much his muscles ached, Kuroo always caught up with him. Oikawa hated that, but it also fired him up even more to have such a formidable rival. However, frustrated by the conclusions of his competitions with Kuroo, Oikawa jumped on him and thus began a wrestling match; wet, flushed bodies getting covered in sand with every pirouette they took on themselves, trying to pin the other down.

One moment Oikawa had the lead, but in the blink of an eye, Kuroo was yanking on his arm in a certain way, successfully throwing him to the ground, but then Oikawa would catch Kuroo's leg and turn him over to his original position with his back pressed against the sand.

“Stay still you damned cat!” He screamed, trying to put Kuroo in a necklock.

“You move away and just give up!” Kuroo would yell back and then a bunch of random screams and grunts would fill the air.

“Oi, you two!”

“Dammit!”

Just when Oikawa was going to set the perfect necklock to finally pin Kuroo down, Iwaizumi’s voice unfocused him and he quickly moved away from Kuroo to prevent a terrible and unfair loss to him.

“Iwa-chan!” Oikawa wined, dragging his tired and hot body towards the rest of the team. “I was about to win!”

“Ha!” Kuroo laughed sarcastically, also breathing heavily as he followed Oikawa. “You wish! I was clearly the one about to win!”

Iwaizumi rolled his eyes and Matsun, Makki, Kai Nabuyaki and Yaku Morisuke tried to keep from laughing as they gave them both a bottle of sport beverage.

“Yes, yes. Hey, we were thinking,” Iwaizumi said, pointing at the rest behind him. “We got an amazing challenge for you both. This will be the definitive one! Someone has to win, no matter what."

That made Oikawa and Kuroo's eyes shine with excitement.

“What is it?!” Oikawa asked, shaking Iwaizumi's shoulders.

“First, you both will be buried in the sand,” Yaku Morisuke purred and he pointed at two big holes in the sand, perfect for them to fit in. Oikawa frowned. They really had everything prepared, huh?

“Yaku, what are y'all planning?”

Yaku rolled his eyes and Oikawa thought him and Iwaizumi were so alike. “Shut up, Kuroo, and just get in. Or what? Are you a coward?”

Before he could even finish his sentence, Kuroo was already sitting comfortably inside the hole, Oikawa following suit.

When they started to bury them in the sand, Oikawa was thankful they chose a place with a nice shadow, at least it wouldn't be hot while doing whatever game they had in mind. The sand was refreshing against his warm skin, Oikawa thought he could fall asleep at any second. It was strangely comfortable and the sound of the waves lazily crashing against the shore surely lulled him into a peaceful state.

“Sleepy?” Makki asked him playfully and Oikawa grinned groggily. “You can step out, you know? And rest a bit.”

“That would mean that I admit that Kuroo Tetsurou beat me at something and I'm not going to allow it,” he said, loud enough for Kuroo to listen. “It's my honor at stake, Makki."

“Haha, just you wait, Oikawa. No matter what, I'll definitely win this one.”

“Don't be so sure,” both Yaku and Kai said and Oikawa couldn't help but feel a little nervous, seeing the playful look in their eyes.

Oikawa blinked, noticing that they were all buried now, only their head and feet sticking out. He tried to move, but he could barely do so under the weight of the sand. He got a bit more nervous, but still tried to act tough, although he could clearly see Kuroo was also sharing his feelings. Oikawa cleared his throat, but before he could say something, Mattsun spoke up.

“Okay, so this game will be easy… for us at least,” they chuckled and Oikawa felt his ears heating up, for some reason. “This is an endurance test. We'll be tickling you as best as we can. The first one to give up, will be the loser. The one that holds up the most, will be the winner. Easy right?”

“What?!” Both Kuroo and Oikawa yelled and their faces flushed. Any trace of sleep vanished at once.

They both knew that if they complained, it would mean that they were not brave enough to face this challenge, so they both decided to stay silent, or at least, without complaining about this silly and childish idea.

“It's fine,” Oilawa said, trying to look calm. “But why am I having three people to tickle me and Kuroo only two?”

“Hehe, are you jealous? You think you won't take it. You should give up now.”

Suddenly, a little blond head poked from behind Yaku and Kuroo gasped. “Kenma?!”

Kenma looked at him with disgust. Oikawa was wrong, he definitely was more like Iwaizumi. “I don't want to do this either, but I was forced to,” he said, crossing his arms above his chest.

“We hid his phone,” both Yaku and Kai grinned. And with that, they started to position themselves.

At his feet, Oikawa found Makki, Mattsun by his legs and Iwaizumi by his torso. Beside him, Kuroo was also being surrounded: Yaku at his feet, Kai at his legs and Kenma by his torso. Oikawa felt nervous flutters inside his tummy and his body started to tingle in anticipation. How would Mattsun and Iwaizumi tickle him if he was buried like this? He really didn't want to know.

“W-Wait, wait wait!” Kuroo begged, a trace of laughter already lacing to his words. “C-Can I at least laugh?”

“You both can laugh,” Iwaizumi explained calmly. “But if you tap out, Oikawa will be the winner.”

“Keke,” Oikawa cackled mockingly. “Are you admitting you are more ticklish than me, Kuroo? You can give up already if you're so scared!”

“Now.” Oikawa gasped when something dragged up his left sole. His eyes widened when he saw Makki smirking at him with an eyebrow raised. Oikawa gulped. “You should keep your mouth shut for now, Oikawa.”

“H-Hmph!"

“Okay, are you guys ready?” Kai asked, grinning at both captains. “Your safe word is ‘watermelon’”

“So original… ouch!” Yaku whined.

“Okay. In three- now!”

“Hah?! What about two and– fuck!”

Kuroo laughed right away, Oikawa could hear his teammates making fun of him, teasing him about how ticklish he was and that he was definitely going to lose. Kuroo didn't even try to stop laughing, once the dam was broken, there was no coming back; Oikawa knew this very well, that was why he tried to hold back as best as he could, but the tickling to his feet was relentless.

Fingers brushed all along his soles, the sand sticking to his skin only making the sensation worsen, especially when the tickling moved under his toes. A reluctant, wobbly smile stretched his lips as Oikawa tilted his head back, tightly shutting his eyes.

“Hmm? Perhaps Oikawa will be able to win?” Makki said, wiggling his fingers between Oikawa’s toes, making him snort but still no laughter came from his mouth.

“Kuroo over there really is having a hard time, huh?” Mattsun giggled, and Oikawa imagined him looking at Kuroo with that teasy grin of his.

“Kuroo is the most ticklish person I know,” Yaku said, his fingers glued to the exact spot in Kuroo's feet that had him laughing nearly in hysterics. “I'm surprised he even agreed to this.”

“Well,” Iwaizumi said, making Oikawa jump when he poked his cheek. “It's not like we asked them, right?” The rest laughed, but Oikawa could barely hear them over his internal screaming.

“Oikawa is the most ticklish person we know,” Makki said, insistently wiggling his fingers under Oikawa's toes. “But he's holding himself very well.”

Could it really be said that he was ‘holding himself very well’? No matter how hard he tried to move his feet away from Makki's toes, Oikawa could barely move under the weight of the sand. His face was red and hot and it wasn't because of the sun, he was short of breath and if he dared to open his mouth, he knew that his loud and embarrassing laugh would escape.

Thankfully for him, (and Kuroo), the tickling suddenly stopped. They both went limp, breathing heavily and twitching slightly. A well deserved break-

“Just kidding!”

“AHAHAHA!”

Those bastards! Oikawa's laughter came out embarrassingly loud, even louder than Kuroo's. He didn't think Makki would start tickling him all over again– and he knew Yaku was also wrecking Kuroo all over again. Oikawa shook his head, feeling tears of laughter clinging to his lashes as he twisted his feet as best as he could, but it was all useless and his damn laughter wouldn't stop for even a second.

“Okay, time for stage two!”

“Whahahahat nohohow- ahahack! Nohohoho!”

Oikawa didn't notice when or how, but Mattsun on his side and Kai over Kuroo's had dug two holes in the sand around their thighs. The sudden warm touch of hands squeezing his muscles startled him and he squealed before falling into a louder laughing fit, if that was possible. Kuroo was not doing any better, but Oikawa couldn't tell anymore who was laughing the most and the hardest.

“It's a little higher,” Kenma mumbled, instructing how to properly tickle Kuroo's thighs. “It's the upper muscle- ah, right there.”

“KeheHEHEnmaha!”

Oikawa was nearly seeing stars. The safe word almost slipped out between his laughter, but no! He had to stay strong, there was no way Kuroo Tetsurou could win against h-

“AHAHAHAHA! Plehehehease not thehehere!”

“Hehe, time for stage three,” Iwaizumi said, giggling as he buried both hands into the sand. Another two holes directly above Oikawa's tummy. The clawing around his belly button was enough to have him in hysterics.

“KEHEHENMAHAHA! I hahahate yohohou!”

“And I hate your stupid laugh, give up already so I can have my phone back,” Kenma said as he found Kuroo's underarms under the sand. The poor Nekoma boy was losing it as Kai and Yaku giggled maliciously.

Oikawa suddenly thought that he and Kuroo were actually receiving some kind of punishment? It was true that they had been too loud and had accidentally pushed someone several times… He had been exceptionally annoying towards Iwaizumi, complaining about Kuroo all the time and dragging him into his silly games.

“WAHAHATERMEHEHELOHON!”

Yaku, Kai, Kenma, Makki, Mattsun and Iwaizumi all groaned loudly when both boys screamed the safe word at the same time. The tickling stopped and Oikawa and Kuroo were left breathless and laughing themselves silly.

“It seems our plan didn't work out. They'll keep being annoying.”

Oikawa heard them and when he could finally breathe almost normally, he looked over at Kuroo.

“Tr-Truhuce?”

Kuroo looked at him and nodded. “Tr-uce.”

“Hey, you both. It's time you guys stop– oh.”

Exhausted after all their competitions and the tickling on their most sensitive spots, Oikawa and Kuroo finally succumbed to sleep. The other boys laughed and sighed in relief. At the very least, everyone would have a break for at least an hour!

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! tickling #kuroo tetsurou #oikawa tooru #ticklish!kuroo #ticklish!Oikawa #tickle fic #mia's things #mia's commissions #commissions

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yuseirra · 5 months ago

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I really love your kamiai comics. The warm stories about their communication and interaction completely make up for my regret of not being able to see how they get along in the original work. btw, your analysis is also very good. I like it very much.Can't wait for your next update!❤️

(A small something before I start typing)

Thank you so, so much dear anon!! This really lifts my spirits up so much, you're very kind to expend your time to send me positivity. I appreciate it because I'm the shy type. I know how hard it can be to muster up the courage to talk to someone sometimes. So when I receive messages like this, I get really happy... it'd be nice if the people who were able to send me some kindness felt it was paid back :) I may not be able to reply fast but I try to get back so please be patient with me 'v')9!

HHngh thanks! I'm rereading your ask every word and savoring it! These two don't get that much screen time but what's been shown is really significant, they did have their moments! I'm so glad you feel the way you do after reading my comics and interpretations of them, that's the best reaction I could ever want from someone!! There are still things that are left ambiguous and are yet to be unfolded(I hope it does get explained more) so I'm worried as I draw them out sometimes... but reading this makes me feel empowered!! I feel like I've been doing pretty well, that's what your comment does for me. I'll do my best to think up something good to share with you, thanks for sharing your feelings with me!

Speaking of which, I have another analysis!! I'd like to share it with you here, I'd been writing it up earlier and it's not entirely unrelated to the hikaai situation:

I think it might have been Nino who's sent Ryosuke to Ai. Based on the behavioral patterns, Nino is the type who'd impulsively do something extreme in a fit of anger and later regret it. Even Nino might not have anticipated things would unfold this way, however. The phrase, "I only meant to scare them, I never thought they'd actually die," seems more like how Nino would feel about the situation, rather than Kamiki to be honest? That's a very absurd thing to say, but considering Nino's relationship with Ai, Nino might have been in a blinded, irrational state because she almost worships Ai. So, it's possible that she genuinely didn't think it would turn out this way somehow... she's a teenage girl with a lot of mood swings.

There’s a common scenario in horror movies where a second-place person, driven by jealousy, does something reckless, thinking, "If only the top person were gone, I could..." but not truly realizing the consequences. (It happens a lot as an east-asian trope) Jealousy has the power to paralyze rational thinking. Nino not only hated Ai, but she likely had a twisted affection for her as well. When Ai disappeared, she probably fell apart.

It's hard to imagine Kamiki acting this way, right? He wouldn’t have been unaware of the danger of sending someone like Ryosuke to his girlfriend. If this character did something like that, it would have to be out of serious malice or murderous intent, but Kamiki doesn't seem like the type to harbor such cruel emotions toward Ai. (Or just anyone at all, actually; we never really see him lashing out towards people. Even when he brings Ryosuke, or Airi up... he.. actually talks in a pretty soft sense despite they're absolutely horrible individuals. Even adds a -san and -kun to their names; I was surprised.) In Nino's case, on the other hand, it might have been something done without much thought, as her actions suggest she has that kind of streak. She’s the type who can say, "I wish you'd just die!" to someone but then cry if it actually happens. Her emotions fluctuate a lot.

We also have to note that Hikaru is just as good of a liar as Ai is. He's really used to lying, and that's what's brought him and Ai to relate to each other, bring them together and a crucial characteristic that's had Ai deem "he's the same as her". When he says he's the one who sent Ryosuke as he mentions "he wanted Ai to feel the same despair he's felt", we don't see his face and we only see him from the back. This is similar to the panel where Ai says "I can't love you", which was a well-meant but a really hurtful lie. Hikaru believed Ai and Aqua wants revenge on him. I think he may have tried to save Aqua of feeling even a slight sense of pity towards him as a person, making sure he really isn't worth feeling that way about. In fact, we don't see his expressions at all in that entire sequence, and what he says feels so off and ridiculous for a person with common sense to say. I feel like a lot of it could be a lie. AND I feel like he was putting on a facade for most of the scenes he's been in before the final arc- before he came to meet the twins. He's probably always been pretending to be okay with a smile on his face but he probably was pretty despairing and dead inside (his eyes turn black when he's in despair, you know)

At least so far in the story, Kamiki has never shown much interest in Ai's idol activities in the scenes he's been in. Instead, it was Ai who learned something from Kamiki. The fact that Ai is an idol, a star who attracts attention, was never portrayed as particularly important to Kamiki during their relationship. Ryosuke is a big fan of Ai as an idol, but there’s no clear reason why Kamiki would connect with someone related to Ai in that way. To Kamiki, Ai was like a light—a single, unique person he deeply depended on and loved, as if he could live with just her by his side, yeah, but it's a little different from viewing her as a idol. He probably depended on her a lot, but it seems he loved her not because she was an idol or someone shiny and valuable, but because she was someone who could understand and care for him. He doesn’t have the mentality of "I can't forgive an imperfect Ai." That kind of anger, resentment, or desire to make Ai suffer seems more likely to come from Nino. Kamiki even seems to think it’s natural that Ai wouldn’t like him back. He’s too accustomed to that feeling.

Kamiki’s actions suggest a certain helplessness. He seems to accept everything without resistance, always at a loss for words. This has been consistent from the moment he was introduced. When he asked Ai, "You love me, right? You won’t leave me, right?" and her response was something like, "I don’t know," he ended up going outside and crying in the rain. When he was gaslit by Airi in an absurd way, he despaired and stood there, frozen in panic. Even when Ai said something harsh and broke up with him, he couldn’t say anything back. Even 15 years later, he watches a video and is rendered speechless, reaches out to Ai, and curls up. This sort of behavior is so consistent that I realize this character doesn’t have any self-defense. He just accepts everything as his fault and internalizes it. It’s like he’s been so used to terrible things happening to him from a very young age that he doesn’t even think "I hate this" but rather, "People like it when I do this, so this must be right." With that kind of mentality, he gets pushed around. He seems to accept every negative judgment about himself and engages in self-destructive behavior.

The likelihood of this character doing something aggressive like sending Ryosuke to Ai is, in my opinion, less than 2%. Suddenly lashing out four whole years after the breakup? He probably went to cry after he got the phone call. Didn't he just reach his drinking age? Maybe he went to drink for the first time because he was so distressed after receiving the call… and somehow, in that state, he met Ryosuke and accidentally let the address slip, which led to Ai’s death, and now he feels like he has to save her with all he's got. Ai's the one who saved him, and it's kind of natural for him to feel like "Now I should save her in return, I don't care what happens to me!" That would make sense, right? The lyrics, the character’s personality—it all fits if you take it this way. And his personality doesn’t seem to have changed all so much actually. While reading the manga, I thought, "What’s with his way of speaking? He has such low self-esteem." Now, reading it again, it feels like he’s deeply immersed in self-blame.

The song Fatal starts with the lyrics being:

Waking up from another dream, I open my wet eyelids I curse my helplessness from those far days which dreadfully remain Will this despair that burns my body feed me someday? I keep burning myself from it as I crave adoration

This is totally how Kamiki would feel after he learns about Ai's death, if that's not what he's ever expected to happen. He'd be in utter despair and feel so helpless about not having been able to do anything as the only love of his life die like that. That's why he's so desperate in the entire song,

Without you, I cannot live anymore I would sacrifice anything for you I can’t get enough of your love What should I use to fill in what’s missing?

These sets of lyric's too intense for it to be Aqua's, but it fits his dad's mentality perfectly. Kamiki's life's been so miserable.

Ai is an exceptionally well-crafted character. When you consider the details, like the story of her trauma from the glass shards in her white rice (which broke my heart when I read it), you can see how much thought the author put into crafting her psychology.

Why write a story where she asks a favor to her own dear children to help out the person who's the very cause of her death? How could that character be portrayed as if they truly, desperately loved Ai? Isn’t that incredibly cruel to Ai, the victim? If it were me, I wouldn’t write the story that way. I don't think the writer would have either. I really feel that Hikaru isn’t the type of character who would do something like that. And since Ai’s affection for that character aligns with that sort of interpretation, with it being really consistent, I think… it's a lie and a misunderstanding.

I think that, unable to forgive himself for unintentionally leaking the address and thus contributing to Ai’s death, Hikaru wanted to be punished and ended up telling Aqua a ridiculous lie. If someone could open Ai’s heart to that extent, it could only mean that this person was genuinely beloved by her. For someone as wounded as Ai, finding a person she wanted to love that deeply isn’t easy. But if that character had committed such a terrible act, what would it mean? It would feel so unsettling. It would conclude that Ai failed to find someone to love, that she trusted the wrong person, and that the protagonists’ father was someone who harmed their mother. When you consider what the manga is ultimately trying to say, the less responsible the character Ai loved is for her death, and the more genuine their feelings for Ai, the greater the impact would be. It would also make sense in the context of Ai, who wanted to give love, finally finding someone deserving of it.

I couldn’t form a solid opinion until Chapter 154 and Fatal came out. I wasn’t sure how things would turn out and just watched. But after those chapters, I felt that this interpretation was correct. When you interpret it this way, it aligns with the psychological depictions throughout the story. It’s not that I deliberately interpreted it favorably because I liked this couple, but rather that as I analyzed it, this interpretation made sense, which made me more favorable towards them. There's certainly a difference between the two.

I was really happy when I received your message and a few other ones saying that my interpretation was warm, persuasive, and made you appreciate this ship ;v;.. Oh, I really want to get this right too... thanks guys, I very appreciate your kind words, sorry if what I say turns out to be wrong but I am trying my best!!

I take psychology very seriously, so if this turns out to be right, I’d be thrilled! This is what makes the most sense for me at this point, so I'll hold onto it until things clear up~

Again, super long reply! I hope you're okay with it, anon! Lots of love, thanks for the cheers and kind words!!

#oshi no ko #oshi no ko spoilers #hikaai #hikaru kamiki #kamiai #asknreply #spoilers #wow... I'm surprised how LONG I can write about these characters..#psychology is interesting #doodle #oshi no theories

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BABY .....!!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH ❤️❤️❤️♡⁠(⁠>⁠ ⁠ਊ⁠ ⁠<⁠)⁠♡

Thank you for being here🥺✨✨❤️

If you don't mind,may i've a headcannon for jin kazama,Lee chaolan,Lars , and Lei wulon ( If you don't know him, then it's okay to just ignore him 😄) With the daughter reader 's who has a cheerful, friendly, kind attitude. However, for Jin Kazama the daughter reader's, has a devil gene mark on her stomach.

How do they handle the attitude of their daughter who is very active and can't stay still and always goes wherever she wants.Btw, their wives are Fem readers, can you make them separately, I begging you 😭😭😭😭🙏

Here you go! Hope you enjoy them!

Jin Kazama

- Jin will protect you with his life. There's no question about that.

- He tries to keep up with how lively and energetic you are, but sometimes it's difficult for him. He's the type of person who needs to stop and chill every so often.

- Because of your tendency to travel and wander off, he gets extremely worried about you. One minute, you're right in front of him, then the next minute, you're gone. If you tell him beforehand, it's fine, but just leaving without saying a word gives him a mini heart attack.

- If he finds you, he'll scold you for leaving his sight and scaring him like that. Afterward, he'll feel bad for having been so hard on you and will try to make it up to you the best he can.

- He might come off harsh sometimes, but he really does mean well. After everything he's gone through, he's just afraid of losing you, and he hopes you can understand that. The last thing Jin would ever want is for his daughter to look at him like he's a callous monster.

- Jin greatly admires your ability to look on the bright side. It reminds him a lot of his mother and how she had always been able to see the best in everything. You are like the sunshine to his cloudy day; he wishes he could preserve that light and keep it safe from the dangers of the world.

- You, Xiaoyu, and Panda are three peas in a pod. If Jin is feeling particularly tired, he'll enlist Xiaoyu and Panda's help with keeping you occupied. Hwoarang will often come to visit too, whether he's wanted there or not.

- Hwoarang has tried to teach you numerous Korean swear words, but Jin always steps in before he can successfully do so. He refuses to let anything spoil your innocence.

- The first time you started asking questions about your stomach marking left him completely torn. He didn't know what to say. He didn't want to lie to you, but at the same time, he didn't want to scare you. What made it even worse was the look on your face---your mouth in a small frown, your brows furrowing with concern, your innocent eyes gazing up at him, expecting answers that, at that moment, he felt he couldn't provide. On the outside, he calmly told you that he would tell you everything when you were older, which was a suitable answer for you. On the inside, however, Jin was heartbroken. He hated the thought that his beloved daughter would have to experience a torment similar to what he had faced. But this made him all the more determined to give you the guidance that no one could ever give to him.

- When you get older, Jin will explain everything to you. He reassures you that he'll try his best to teach you how to control the Devil Gene, and he'll stand by your side every step of the way. Jin understands that this will be a daunting task, so he promises himself that he'll try to be as easy on you as possible.

- He'll teach you Kazama-Style Martial Arts as a way to expel some energy. If the weather allows, lessons and sparring sessions will be held outside. Sometimes Xiaoyu and Hwoarang tag along with you and volunteer to be your training partners.

- On nice days, he'll take you outside for lunch. The two of you will find a shady spot to sit somewhere and admire the nature as you eat, just like he used to do with Jun as a kid.

Lee Chaolan

- Lee will spoil you to the max. If you want a puppy for your birthday, just say the word and he will get you that puppy. This man does not care how much money he has to spend; he wants to indulge you and make you as happy as possible.

- On special occasions, he always gives you a rose---a thornless one, so you won't get pricked when handling it.

- He loves calling you his little rose.

- Lee loves taking you with him to work. Seeing your eyes light up with delight whenever you spot a cool invention always brings a smile to his face. Whenever you set foot into Violet Systems, your curiosity knows no bounds. You're always going around, asking tons of questions and coming up with crazy ideas for new products.

- In no time, you win over the hearts of Lee's subordinates. Your enthusiasm for their work gives them motivation and reminds them why they wanted to do this job in the first place.

- He loves holding your hand wherever you two go. Feeling your tiny hand enclosed in his big one reminds him that you're safe and right by his side. He'll always want to hold your hand and secretly hopes that, when you're older, you'll still want to hold his.

- Lee doesn't mind that you have so much energy. Being an eccentric guy himself, he can keep up with you for hours. If you want to play hide-and-seek or tag, he's more than happy to play with you. Since you guys live in a mansion, you have plenty of space to play and run around in, which makes it even more fun.

- Growing up with Heihachi for a father, Lee would always get reprimanded for the smallest of things. Naturally, he wants his kid to have a better childhood than he did, so he's very lenient with certain things. If you accidentally break something, for example, he just laughs it off and reassures you by saying he can just buy another one.

- Weekends are always jam-packed with plans. You two try all sorts of things together; whether it's going on a hike or learning how to make sushi, you're always willing to try new things. Usually, you're the one who comes up with the ideas, and Lee just goes along for the ride.

- During your younger years, he refuses to tell you anything about your uncle or your grandfather. He always tells you to wait until you're older. Then, when you actually do get older, he'll dodge the question for as long as he can before finally sitting down to talk to you about it. It's just a topic he really hates; he wants to move past his past and look ahead to the future. He's proud of the life he's built for himself and for you, and that's what he wants to focus on.

- Because of him, you constantly say "Excellent!" or "Marvelous!" He's very proud of himself for having passed on his catch phrases to you.

- If you just randomly disappear, he'll keep his cool while he looks for you. Lee knows all of your favorite spots to wander, both at work and at home, so he'll search those first. If he doesn't find you, that's when he starts to get worried. Once he finds you again, he'll chuckle a little before letting out a sigh of relief and telling you not to go anywhere without saying something.

Lars Alexandersson

- Considering how busy he is, it's very difficult for Lars to keep track of you at all times. To solve this problem, he'll give you a phone with a tracking device installed. It comes in handy whenever you suddenly decide to go off on your own.

- It's not often that there isn't someone watching you, but if you do manage to disappear somehow, Lars will get extremely worried. Even though he can track you, he still gets nervous that he'll find you somewhere dangerous.

- When he finds you, he gives you a big hug and reminds you not to wander off without telling anyone beforehand.

- Alisa is your main babysitter and playmate when Lars isn't around. She lets you style her hair, she'll play dress-up with you, and she'll even give you flying piggyback rides.

- Yggdrasil HQ is where you spend most of your time, so unfortunately there aren't many kids your age you can hang out with. To help entertain you a little more, Lars has a big supply of toys and things for you to fidget with. He knows you have a lot of energy, so he tries his best to supply you with things that will help you expel some of it.

- He'll often give you something to play around with when he can't be with you. He feels as though if he gives you something to occupy yourself with, then you're less likely to go wandering around in places you shouldn't be.

- Alisa does a better job of keeping up with you than he does (which makes sense considering she's a robot), but he tries his best for you. He can run really fast, so it's fun whenever he can find the time to chase you around the headquarters.

- Lars loves watching TV with you. He adores it whenever your eyes light up when you see your favorite characters on screen.

- He's always wary of you around strangers. Because of how friendly you are, he worries that someone will take your trust and use it to mistreat you.

- Lars will definitely teach you how to defend yourself as you get older. Jin, Lee, Alisa, and himself always rotate as your training partner. Due to your high energy and determination, you can spar them for hours.

- Lars is a strong leader and will teach you a lot of important life lessons. He always wants to steer you in the right direction, and ultimately, he just wants the best for you.

- Lars understands that he's a busy man, and the last thing he wants is for you to think that he doesn't care just because he has to attend to certain things. He knows that life isn't ideal right now, especially with the war going on, but he tries to make it up to you the best he can. At the end of the day, he just wants you to know that he loves you more than life itself.

Lei Wulong

- You and him are two happy-go-lucky peas in a pod.

- He always feels horrible when he has to go to work and can't spend time with you.

- Whenever he's working a new case, you don't really get to see him often. But no matter what, you always greet him with a big smile and a hug when he gets back. He's forever grateful for that; he secretly worries that someday your cheerfulness will disappear and you'll begin to resent him.

- That being said, when he is home, he tries to make up for it the best he can by letting you do whatever you want. If you want to go somewhere with him, just say the word and he'll go with you.

- Like Lee, he will also hold your hand wherever you go. Even when you get older, he'll insist on doing it. No matter what, you'll always be his little girl.

- He doesn't care what he has to do; he'll keep up with your energy the best he can. If he's having a good day and he's well-rested, he can do that on his own. If he's just fresh out of work and dead tired, all he needs is a coffee and he'll be all set.

- He always makes you laugh and lives for your adorable smile.

- You two always look on the bright side of life, never letting negativity get in the way of whatever you do. If you drop your ice cream, it's okay; you guys can just get another one. If you're having a picnic outside and it starts to rain, it's okay; you guys just pack up the food and start playing in the puddles.

- Daddy-Daughter Donut Days are a must. They usually happen whenever he's finished with a case and given time off. Those days are celebratory, as it means he can finally spend some time with you without having to worry about work.

- If you disappear without him looking, he will drop everything to go look for you. He'll start feeling horrible for having taken his eyes off you.

- If he has to leave early, he'll leave a letter for you wishing you a wonderful day. Sometimes, he'll doodle little stick-figure versions of you two at the bottom.

- If you give him a drawing, you better believe that masterpiece is going on the fridge.

#tekken #headcanons #jin kazama #jin kazama x reader #lee chaolan #lee chaolan x reader #lars alexandersson #lars alexandersson x reader #lei wulong #lei wulong x reader

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