#yes i misspell hunter x hunter :(

[y3lise]

bunch of drawings i did last month because i was in my hxh hyperfixation

[cyberneticfallout]

Chapter Seven: The GoverMint

Ch 1 - Ch 2 - Ch 3 - Ch 4 - Ch 5 - Ch 6 - Ch 7 - Ch 8 - Ch 9 - Ch 10 - More Coming Soon

Pairing: Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x Fem!Reader Summary: Two men bring you into custody and some new information comes to light. Tags: Slow burn (and I mean SLOWWW), angst, eventually more smut, language, canon-typical violence, chem/alcohol use, more tags will be added Posted on AO3: Smoothie and The Ghoul Word Count: 2.1k

"What? Never had mornin’ wood before, Smoothie?” The Ghoul snickers as you shake your head in confusion. While yes, it’s a fairly natural thing to occur, you weren’t exactly expecting to see his hard-on first thing.

"Alright, love birds,” the man starts, causing both of you to glare at him. “Destroying a legitimate business? That's illegal 'round these parts.”

You exchange a quick glance with The Ghoul, both of you clearly annoyed by the man calling you ‘love birds’. "First of all, we are not together. And - will you please adjust yourself, Beef Jerky - second of all, this... was a legitimate business? Says who?” you ask, gesturing vaguely around the room as The Ghoul rolls his eyes and slowly covers himself with his hat.

"The government," the man proudly declares before abruptly striking The Ghoul in the face with his rifle.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Let's not get crazy here," you interject, raising your hands in protest, realizing that two against one isn't a smart choice at the moment. Your head is throbbing from the alcohol you drank the night before, leaving you in no condition to fight back.

“Don’t worry, miss. Your husband is okay, but you two gotta face justice,” the man replies. You huff a frustrated sigh at the continued assumption that you two are a couple. Looking the man over, you notice a crudely made sheriff badge with the name Troy etched onto it.

“May I call you Troy?” you ask, pointing to his badge. He gives you a smile, indicating it’s okay. “Now, Troy, this man right here isn’t my husband. We are just traveling companions who happened to come across this already destroyed business.”

Troy sighs, “We ain’t stupid, ma’am. We gotta bring ya both in. Rex!” He shouts at the other man, “Tie ‘em up and we’ll move out once that one wakes back up.”

Shortly after, The Ghoul wakes up and the four of you are on the move towards the supposed government. You keep stealing glances at him, hoping for any sign of a plan, but he remains silent and focused on the path ahead. The restraints around your wrists chafe against your skin, causing irritation. These two men seem dumb as hell but the one sure knows how to use rope.

Finally, the four of you approached a building sporting a sign that proudly proclaims "The GoverMint”. The Ghoul shot you a glance, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes in exasperation. The sight of the misspelled sign only reinforced your growing realization that you were dealing with a bunch of idiots. The building itself appeared run-down and neglected, a stark contrast to the grandeur one might expect from an actual government facility. The paint was peeling, the windows were dirty, and the overall atmosphere exuded an air of disarray. As you were escorted inside by Troy and Rex, you couldn't shake the feeling that this whole situation was more absurd than dangerous.

"Well, shit!" a hefty man exclaims, sitting at a table with a plate of food. "I heard it was a ghoul that messed up that Super Duper Mart. Nobody told me it was the ghoul."

"Why, Sorrel Booker," The Ghoul smirks.

You silently mouth to The Ghoul, "You know this guy?"

"You boys know who you just brought in? This sumbitch right here used to be the best bounty hunter to ever shoot a man in the ass," Sorrel chuckles as the two men usher you to sit in front of him. "Kids these days don’t know their goddamn history."

"Say, you got a needle and thread?” The Ghoul casually asks. “I think I got some in my bag, actually. Would you mind?"

Sorrel hesitates for a moment, eyeing him, but ultimately nods his head. Troy hands over the needle and thread, and The Ghoul's restraints are untied. With a calm demeanor, he picks up a perfectly cut finger and begins sewing it onto his missing one. You can't help but watch in disbelief, your mouth agape, trying to make sense of the bizarre scene unfolding before you. What the fuck is happening right now?

"Whose finger is that?!" You blurt out unintentionally, causing silence to take over the room.

Sorrel takes a good look at you as he spits out a piece of meat and puts it in a bowl labeled 'cysts’, turning his attention to the man next to you. “200 years. I don’t know what keeps you going. Maybe you just like the feeling of that good old California sunshine on your wrinkly-ass face. Or maybe you’re still looking for her. Maybe not though... this your girlfriend or somethin’?"

"You really think I’d shack up with some smoothskin? She ain’t even that pretty.” The Ghoul retorts, ignoring your offended look as he scrunches his newly sewn finger to make sure it's functional. “And I sure as hell ain't still alive so that I can have unintelligent conversations with dipshits like yourself."

“Mind your fucking mouth. That’s the president of the government you’re talking to.” Troy speaks up.

“Oh, you’re president now?” He raises a brow, “In that case, I am hearing a whole lot of chatter about some woman. Name of Moldaver. They call her the Flame Mother.”

This new information about a woman catches you off guard, as it's the first time you've heard about her on this journey. While the two men continue their conversation, you find yourself racking your brain as the mention of Moldaver triggers a memory in your mind. You vaguely recall whispers in the air about a woman who leads a group of people up in the mountains. Tension begins to build in the room as you find yourself deep in thought, analyzing her possible connection to the bounty you were originally after. You notice a shift in the dynamics between the men after The Ghoul taunts Troy about killing his father in Filly. It seems to have struck a nerve and Rex is ordered to take away Troy's weapons.

“Take him out back and feed him to the hogs,” Sorrel's harsh order snaps you out of your thoughts. "And this one might be good for the local brothel."

"Oh, hell no," you mutter as Troy pulls you up to take you away. Determined to fight back, you struggle to release yourself from his grasp, refusing to be taken without a fight. Suddenly, a gunshot rings out, causing chaos in the room. The Ghoul, seizing an opportunity, managed to grab Rex’s pistol and shot him.

With the distraction, you act quickly. In a burst of adrenaline-fueled strength, you headbutt Troy, feeling the sharp pain of impact, and then tackle him to the ground. Overwhelmed by a surge of emotions and a fierce desire for survival, you unleash a flurry of tied fists striking his face repeatedly. Blood splatters across your face as you continue to pummel him. He’s surely dead by now but you can't stop - there is no way you are going to a brothel against your will.

Feeling a warm hand touch your shoulder, you are startled out of your frenzy. Looking up, you lock eyes with The Ghoul, who is standing over you with a small crooked smile playing on his lips. There is a glint of amusement in his gaze, as if he is savoring this violent side of you. His presence and subtle expression of approval offer a strange sense of validation for you.

“Goddamn it,” Sorrel exclaims in frustration, throwing his fork onto the table. As you slowly rise from the man you just bludgeoned to death, The Ghoul starts untying the rope around your wrists. Despite gloves covering his hands again, you find solace in his gentle touch as he works to release you from your bindings. Once finished, he strides over to the wall littered with wanted posters and tears off a sketch of a woman.

“I got one question for you, ol’ buddy. Why do you have this picture on your wall?” The Ghoul inquires, holding up the sketch.

“That’s Moldaver. Why?” Sorrel responds, a sense of curiosity evident in his voice.

“Well, that’s not how I remember her, is all,” He remarks cryptically.

“Yeah? Well, how do you remember her?”

The Ghoul doesn’t say a word and without further explanation he leads you both outside. The two of you stand facing each other in silence. He lets out a sigh and reaches for a dirty rag in his pocket, handing it to you without a word. You take it and begin to clean yourself up but it’s proves pointless as it’s just smearing the blood all over.

"Well, that didn't do shit," he remarks as he takes the rag back from you. His gaze scans the area until he spots a barrel of grimy water, prompting him to grab you by the base of your hair and drag you over to it. As he dunks your face into the water, you shout in protest, the shock of the cold liquid causing you to react instinctively. He lifts your head up and looks at you, his expression unreadable.

"What the fuck are you doing?! Do you just like waterboarding women in your free time?!" you yell angrily, spitting excess water onto his face.

"You're clean now," he states simply as he gestures to the now wet and cleansed skin on your face. “Come on, let’s get goin’.”

“Wait, you still want me around?” you question, surprised by his response.

“I saw you back there. Proved useful,” he acknowledges, wiping the spit off his face with a nonchalant expression. He starts walking away, and you instinctively follow his lead, the rhythm of his steps guiding you away from the ‘government’.

Trailing behind him for most of the day, you're left with nothing but the echo of your dream still etched in your mind. The surreal scene of a nuclear explosion as he touched you intimately felt oddly real, even in its absurdity. Your eyes study his form, his posture, the way he moves - every detail etching itself into your consciousness. He dunked you in cold, murky water, and yet here you are, daydreaming what it might actually feel like to have his body pressed against you.

Unknown to you, The Ghoul is wrestling with his own inner turmoil. The dream he experienced replays in his mind like a haunting loop, stirring up emotions he'd rather keep buried. He finds himself irrationally angry with you for making him feel so vulnerable, even though he knows it was just a dream. His mind is now filled with thoughts of you - the curves of your body, the softness of your lips, the gentle touch of your hands.

He feels the weight of your gaze on him, and it unnerves him more than he'd like to admit. His fingers clench tighter around the hunting knife hanging on his belt, a physical manifestation of the internal struggle he's experiencing. He doesn't dare glance back at you, afraid that the turmoil in his eyes might give away more than he intends.

"Will you stop starin'?" His abrupt words cut through the tension, causing you to freeze in your tracks. Embarrassment washes over you as you realize he's aware of your lingering gaze. Attempting to play it off nonchalantly, you open your mouth to respond, but only incoherent sputtering and mumbled words escape. He turns to face you, an intense gaze piercing you like a bullet.

“I am not staring,” you manage to assert, a hint of defensiveness in your tone. “I’m just focused on the path ahead.”

“Listen up, Smoothie. I ain't keepin' you 'round 'cause we're best buds. It's 'cause you're damn good at spillin' blood. So don't be gettin' any ideas about you and me sharin' heartfelt moments or takin' strolls in the wasteland." He snaps.

“What the fuck are you going on about?” You laugh, but then a realization dawns on you. "Oh, hang on.… Am I the reason your 'little friend' made an appearance this morning?"

“Now what do you mean litt-“ He cuts himself off abruptly, “Don’t flatter yourself, Smoothie. I ain’t one for sentimentality or... entanglements.”

A small smile begins to tug at the corners of your lips, a reaction that visibly irks him, his annoyance evident in the way his features tighten. You can’t tell if he's contemplating strangling you or something even worse. Either way, there's a subtle thrill in knowing that you're the reason he’s so worked up. You approach him with a spring in your step and pat his chest, earning a fierce glare in return.

"Don't fret, sweetheart," you grin, your tone dripping with sarcasm as you use the endearing term, "I'll just pretend this never happened. Now, how about we find a spot to camp for the night?"

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[innammoratta]

Hunter x Jedi Reader Part 1

Warnings: None. (Not yet edited. Please excuse any grammatical errors or misspellings.)

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The first time you met Clone Force 99 was on Kamino, when you came to visit Shaak Ti. She was like an older sister to you, and after she began overseeing the training of the clones, she offered to give you a tour of the training facility whenever you wished.

After arriving on Kamino, you were just a bit confused about directions. No one came to meet you at the door--with this being a spontaneous visit and all--but you tried your best to navigate through all the corridors, not wanting to look lost as you had the attention of a group of cadets that were passing by. They whispered amongst themselves, curious if a special event or a training session was on the schedule for today. Jedi never came to Kamino without a reason.

Another group suddenly entered the corridor. They wore black and grey with red paint, but what you noticed most besides the unusual paint job was that they were all different shapes and sizes. One of them looked like an absolute unit--super tall, super muscular. You could hear his loud and raspy voice from the other end of the corridor. The few that had their helmets off didn't even look like clones. The one in their group who wore goggles was more lean, less muscular, but taller than the standard clone. But even though you were curious, you had your own agenda to follow through with.

"Excuse me?" Their lively conversation came to a pause and they turned to look as you approached. "Would any of you happen to know where I could find Master Shaak Ti?"

The one most near you took his helmet off. The black tattoo covering half of his face caught you slightly off guard. He didn't look any more like a regular clone than the others. With the tattoo and the red banana wrapped around his forehead, he looked just as decorated as his armor.

The few seconds of eye contact that you hadn't realized passed came to an end as he tried to answer your question. "She-"

"She should be running through battle simulations with the cadet squads right about now," the one with the goggles answered your question before the first soldier had a chance.

"Okay, thank you," you nodded your head in farewell, smiling as your eyes quickly brushed over each member. You made an effort to acknowledge the last one since he had attempted to help you as well.

You turned around but paused before taking another step, realizing you had no idea where the battle simulations took place. Turning around once more, you added, "Um... where is that?" You looked nervously between each member. The fourth clone still had his helmet on, but you could just sense his indifference and the cold gaze he must have been wearing.

"Is this your first time on Kamino?" The clone with the face tattoo asked.

"It is," you nodded with an apologetic expression on your face.

He turned back to the group momentarily, "Go on ahead. I'll meet you all back at the ship."

"Yes sir," the one with goggles replied, then three of them left through the door you had just come in through.

He began walking and you followed. "Allow me to escort you there..." he trailed off, slowing his pace. "Uh... what should I call you?"

"Everyone just calls me Master (L/n). I hold no official position in our military. I do solo missions mostly, and assist wherever I'm needed."

"Pleasure to meet you, Master, (L/n). I'm Hunter. Sergeant Hunter, and back there"--he nodded at the entryway before it disappeared around a corner--"was my squad, Clone Force 99."

"Nice to meet you as well," you smiled. "If you don't mind my asking..."

"You want to know why we don't look like regular clones?"

He's probably asked that question all the time. You nodded.

"We're an experimental force, our different looks are the result of the changes in our DNA." Hunter stopped walking once you both had reached one of the lifts. He pressed a button and when the door opened, he motioned for you to go first.

"Thank you." You entered and took a step back when he followed to press the button for the third level.

As the lift ascended, you continued the conversation. "So... 'mutations;' that would explain why that one guy in group looks like two clones merged into one." You smiled, amused.

"Wrecker," Hunter clarified. "His mutation gave him the strength of a rancor," he joked.

"And the rest of you?"

"Well, Tech, the one with the goggles, would describe his mutation to be his 'exceptional mind.' He knows everything about anything. Then there's Crosshair. He's the best sniper and gunman in the galaxy. His aim is never off." Hunter smiled, enjoying showing off his team.

There was a pause as you expected him to continue, but he didn't.

"What about you?" The lift door opened and after you exited, Hunter lead the way once more.

"My heightened senses. I can sense electromagnetic waves," he said casually.

"How long have you been in action, Sergeant?" You hoped he had caught on with your curious nature, not wanted to seem like you were challenging their experience.

"About a year and a half."

"I would love to see your squad in action one day," you admitted, "to fact check your claims, of course." You felt the need to add a little joke, not wanting your first statement to seem flirtatious. Jedi weren't supposed to be as warm and friendly as you were naturally. Unfortunately, your kindness had earned you unwanted attention in the past.

"You should know, Clone Force 99 has a one-hundred percent success rate." A smooth, accented voice came up from behind you.

"Master Ti," you turned around and smiled.

"(Y/n), you came at the perfect time. I have just finished training the cadets for the day." She then looked to Hunter and greeted him, "Sergeant, I hope your squad is well."

"Yes, Mistress, as always."

"I'm glad to hear." Shaak Ti turned back to you. "Well, (Y/n), shall we begin the tour?"

You nodded before looking up at Hunter and thanking him for going out of his way to help you navigate.

"Anytime, Master (L/n)."

"May the force be with you and your team. I hope you maintain those figures."

There was a moment of silence, and you could see a confused and slightly judgmental look on Shaak Ti's face in your peripheral vision. Even Hunter was silent.

Blood rushed to your head and you were sure your face was red with embarrassment when you realized what it sounded like. "I meant your statistics. Your averages. Your one-hundred percent success rate!"

Hunter said nothing, but the corners of his mouth turned up in amusement. "I figured," he took a few steps back, preparing to leave. "We will do our best to maintain both of those things. I hope your time on Kamino is enjoyable," and with that last goodbye, he left to return to his team.

You covered your face with your hands, but Shaak Ti could see your body shake with laughter. A few seconds later, when your hands came down, she saw actual tears in your eyes. "That was so embarrassing," you whispered in between breaths.

"Oh, (Y/n)..." she shook her head, "always a pleasure."

[neyswxrld]

only flying gets you higher

Hunter x reader (gn)

summary: Sledging with Hunter!

warnings: none, it's just fluff

word count: ~640

advent calendar masterlist

a/n: this is the ninth fic for my advent calendar! i hope you enjoy!

p.s. english isn't my mother tongue, sorry for misspellings! 

"Hold on tight and don't let go!" Hunter says and looks back at you over his shoulder.

"No worries," you tell him. "I won't let go."

Hunter nods one last time, turns his head around again, and braces himself before pushing forward.

A second later, you feel the wooden sled you're sitting on starting to glide faster and faster with every second.

At first, you're a bit scared. You haven't really been on a sled since your childhood, and the feeling of just sitting on wooden runners without any safety measures wasn't that pleasant.

You close your eyes tightly and press your face into Hunter's neck, holding on to him for dear life.

Even though there are some other people, everything seems quiet, and you're only able to hear the sled glide through the soft snow.

The quiet brings some peace, and you start to relax a bit. Just enough to feel Hunter's warmth in front of you, the cold wind against your face, and your hair fluttering in the wind.

Slowly, you open your eyes again, able to see the snowy trees passing by. Your fear changes into joy, and suddenly, you start to giggle behind Hunter.

You forgot how much fun sledding can be, and to do it now, reliving childhood memories together with Hunter, just seems right.

Enjoying every part of the ride and not thinking about everything bad that could happen, you don't notice him tensing.

In one moment, everything is great. The next Hunter calls, "Urgh, brace yourself!" and you're flying.

A startled scream escapes your lips, and the next moment, you're hitting the ground.

Luckily, the snow feathers your fall a little bit, but it still hurts. And Hunter, who crashes into you a moment later, doesn't help with that.

The air is pressed out of your lungs, and you have to take a few seconds to calm yourself a little bit before you're able to take your next breath.

"What happened?" you ask worried, holding your head up and looking at Hunter, who slowly starts to sit up again.

"I think some of the kids built a ramp. Saw it too late, I'm sorry," he explains, helping you up.

"Well, that explains the flying," you giggle and tap off the snow from your clothes.

"Are you okay?" he asks worried, and looks you over with gentle eyes.

"Yes, of course. Just realizing that we're getting old. A little ramp made us fall. And we're shocked about that," you explain, chuckling lightly.

Sure, it was unexpected, but your younger self still would have mastered the stunt better and not ended up face-planting in the snow. "Did you hurt yourself?"

"No, I'm fine, too. Just didn't expect that. Also, I think I would have face-planted in every other situation. Even as a kid," Hunter looks at you with raised eyebrows, a small smile tugging on his lips.

You could perfectly imagine Hunter as a child, playing in the snow with his brothers. Even the fall seems very accurate.

Looking over the scene, you notice that you still have a long way to go before reaching the foot of the mountain. The ride wasn't over yet.

"Now, I'll be the driver. Come on! I'll show you how you don't fall!" you call out excitedly, walking over to the sled that was stuck in the snow a few meters away.

Happy, you jump on the sled, with Hunter taking a seat behind you.

"Hold on tight!" you repeat his words. Chuckling, Hunter obeys and throws his arms around your body, crossing them over your tummy.

He settles his face on your shoulder, his long hair tickling your cheek.

"Can we?" you ask, excited.

"Ready when you are," he answers.

A moment later, you two are sliding down the mountain again, giggling and laughing, feeling several years younger.

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@isthereanechoinhere96

[magnoliabutters]

• I CHOOSE YOU •

pairing: neteyam x augustine (na’vi/avatar oc, she/her)

summary: augustine reflects on her relationship with eywa and her creations - most notably, her blossoming relationship with neteyam

warnings: 18+ content, mdni, adult language; avatar 2009 references and avatar wow spoilers; quick side story to the past, jealousy, angst, arranged & complex relationships, slow burn; hot and heavy, implications of a certain something, misspelling eywa cuz dyslexia, etc.

word count: ~5.8k

• part 3 • eywa’s choice • series •

note: welcome to part 3! more more more! there are def more na’vi words up in this one. i've linked the words that have direct links, but for those who don't are bolded and have a footnote at the end of the section to support your reading. definitions and phrases found on learn na'vi. also italics for going back in time. just my apologies haha she be all over the place

Neteyam rushes after Pipxì. His mind racing. He never meant to hurt anyone. He understands what is expected of him, what is expected of them both.

The two began as close friends, supporting each other through the months leading up to their Metkayinan iknimayas. They even received their tattoos, hunters' garments, and song chord beads together upon the passing of their rites. On that very same day, Ronal prophesied Neteyam and Pipxì's child to be the one to lead the next generation of Na'vi to victory over the sky people.

Two children already born of great warriors. Their brave generational lines would join together to create an unstoppable force to lead the Na'vi people. With something so important, Neteyam hoped that it would feel right, but it never did. His heart was always elsewhere. It was back at home, the forest. Nothing was the same between him and his friend after that day.

Pipxì leads Neteyam to a deserted cove. She hops off of her ilu and onto the volcanic rock resting above the water. She walks forward, her arms crossing over her chest. "Pips, please," Neteyam calls out as he rushes behind her. She turns around quickly. An abundance of anger displayed upon her face. "You know what is expected of us, Neteyam," she seethes through her teeth. "Yes, but-" he starts. "We do not get in a choice in this. We are promised," she yells in frustration.

"We should, Pips," Neteyam suggests softly. His brows push together in frustration. He grunts, throwing his hand up. "We should get a choice. We are hunters, warriors. We should choose our own mates." Pipxì hisses as her upper lip begins to tremble. "This is what Eywa wants," she says, turning her back to him. "Ronal can be wrong," he mutters. Pipxì quickly looks back at him with shock on her face. She rushes towards him, her ears back. "Do not disrespect Tsahik," she demands through gritted teeth. "The all-great mother chooses. Not us," she spits out as her eyes peer down to their feet.

"Then why does this not feel right, Pips?" Neteyam asks with concern written throughout his face. Pipxì's eyes raise to his. "We are not meant to be mates," he whispers. "You know this. Your own heart belongs to another." She breathes heavily as her ears raise. "You remember?" he asks as he guides her chin up with his finger. "When we rode our tsurak together for the first time." She pulls her chin from him. Her eyes begin to well as she refuses to look his way. He follows her, attempting to gain her eye line. "Your heart belongs to Itso," he whispers.

"I am not promised to Itso," Pipxì yells back. Her ears flat as she pushes against Neteyam's chest. "You would have been," he continues. He raises his hands as he looks at his friend in pain. "If you had a choice." Pipxì shakes her head, an annoyed smile forming on her right cheek. "You are as stubborn as they come, Suli," she spits out. "It’s that demon blood. It makes you stupidly optimistic." He pulls away as his eyes fall to the ground. His nose twitches as he feels the burn of her statement. He knows she did not mean it.

Pipxì takes in the sight of Neteyam. She cares deeply for her closest friend, but cannot separate her anger from her concern. She takes a deep breath, attempting to calm herself. "We don't get to choose,” she says as though it disgusts her. “I don't get to choose Itso. She will never be my mate," she whispers. "The same way Augustine will never be yours."

Pipxì walks through Neteyam, brushing harshly against his shoulder. She calls out to her ilu and quickly jumps on. Neteyam turns to watch her dive under the clear waters. His heart filled with sadness. In his eyes, there is nothing right about their pairing. He believes they are destined to be friends, without a doubt. Not at all mates, yet they are forced together. They both belong to others, yet they are forced. Why?

With an overwhelming amount of stares from the Metkayina people, Augustine slides down the rock and onto her ilu. She hops upon the saddle, makes the bond, and swiftly dives under the water. She wishes to be anywhere but here. She wishes she never left the forest, never left her home. Her ilu frantically swims through the waters. This time she was ready. Her embarrassment, hopelessness, disappointment, fear - all fuels her muscles. It makes it so her hand is completely clenched onto the notch of her saddle.

She feels tingles atop her skull, her body communicating the need for air. She chooses to ignore it. Her eyes closed. Her ilu frantically navigating the coral without a care in the world. She feels sobs erupting from her throat. She wonders if one could even cry under water. The second sign of her body needing air hits her intensely, even her ilu feels it. Their navigation now slow and clumsy. The lightheaded feeling leaving Augustine's grip looser and looser.

Finally, Augustine breaches. She gasps in the air as she rests against the neck of her ilu. "I'm so sorry, girl," she says as she cries against the smooth skin of its neck. The ilu pushes its head against her cheek, feeling her deep sorrow. Augustine quickly stifles her tears to look around her surroundings. She finds herself on the other side of Awa’atlu. Luckily, she is closer to the Sully pod. "Come on," she directs as the ilu changes direction towards the shore.

She jumps off of the saddle and lands her feet into the sand of the ocean. The water barely at her knees. She turns to grab her queue, but stops to look into the eye of her ilu. She takes a moment to ponder and then a slow solemn smile grows upon her face. "May I call you Aazll? I always thought that was a pretty name," she whispers as her hand strokes the ilu's side. She closes her eyes as she feels a rush of warmth and acceptance. "Thank you, Aazll," she replies as she opens her eyes. "I will see you again," she nods as she separates her queue. Aazll quickly dives into the water and swims out beyond the reefs.

Augustine runs up the sanded beaches and into the village. She tries not to be paranoid of those staring at her. She wonders if this is the regular curious and nosey staring she has received since she arrived, or if its staring because they know what she and Neteyam did. She wonders how fast news travels within the clan. She begins to feel tears well in her eyes. She runs faster and faster through the crowd, hoping she will make it back to the pod before she explodes.

Once she finally jumps into the Sully hut, she finds Neytiri preparing a fish. Her eyes quickly flash towards the distressed figure moving through the front entrance. "Augustine, what's wrong?" Neytiri asks as her brows pull together in worry. She quickly stands from her sit and wraps her arms around the poor girl. Augustine begins to sob, knowing full well that she would not be able to hide her emotions from the closest thing she has to a mother. Neytiri pulls her in close, brushing away the tear-soaked curls that have stuck to her cheeks. "Are you okay?" she asks softly as she guides Augustine down to the netted floor.

"I've made-" Augustine stops herself, taking in a long shaky breath. "I've made many mistakes since I came here," she continues. Neytiri pulls away, confused. Her ears flatten and quickly raise as she takes in Augustine’s tearful eyes. She sucks in breath and returns back to holding the child closer into her chest. "I see you, Augustine te Uniltìrantokxolo’ Ewtoä'ite. You are Omatikaya. You are one of the people," she says proudly. She gently places her hands upon her cheeks, raising her eyes up towards her's. "Whatever mistakes you have made can be forgiven by the great mother.”

Augustine leans deeper into Neytiri’s embrace. She stifles sobs against her chest. The confusion, the ambiguity of everything that has happened in the past few days has placed her in quite the flurry of emotions. She is thankful to have Neytiri. Thankful that Neytiri has welcomed in yet another motherless child. “Do you want to tell me what happened?” Neytiri asks softly as she slightly pulls away. She pushes back a strand of hair behind Augustine’s ear. Augustine’s heart began to race. She didn’t want to lie, but she also had no idea of how to share the truth with Neytiri. She would be talking about her son after all.

“Neteyam,” Augustine whispers as she slowly raises her eyes to the mother figure. Neytiri’s face remains still, but her ears flatten quickly. She takes in a breath. Her hands never moving from their comforting spots. “My sweet Augustine,” she coos as her fingers gently rub against her skin. “Everything will go as Eywa intends,” she says as she brings Augustine’s eyes towards her. With a smile, she adds, “Listen to your heart. It does not make mistakes.”

Augustine grins as she wipes a tear from her eyelashes. “Oel ngati kameie, Neytiri,” she says. Neytiri smiles and brings her into her chest for one final embrace. “It is still early,” she says, pulling away. “You should not waste this day.” Augustine nods and stands alongside her mother figure. She squeezes Neytiri’s hand as she walks out of the pod.

uniltìrantokxolo’: avatar clan

oel ngati kameie: i see you

The sun is at its brightest. Augustine’s eyes squint, as she struggles to gather her surroundings. Before her, she sees several of the people gathered for a meal. Their eyes remain unwelcoming, but she expects nothing different. She is still a stranger. Let alone a stranger who was seen kissing a publicly promised Na’vi. It has been quite the journey from being the most overlooked to the most watched.

As Neytiri said, she did not want to waste this day. She walks down to the edge of the docks once more. She shouts and clucks out to Aazll as she simultaneously dives into the warm water. Aazll quickly appears below her, now a strong connected piece of who she is. She makes the bond and continues swimming through the current. She wishes to hold her breath even longer after today’s training. She hopes that Neteyam will find her amongst the reefs so they can continue their lessons. Or so she can simply see him once more.

Augustine cannot help the smile that forms on her face as she notes the improvements of her breath. She counts slowly in her mind, as she feels her long hair float above her head. Aazll happily swims circles around her. The number continues to get bigger and bigger with each breath. It seems easier if she closes her eyes. She can solely focus on her breathing. She enjoys the feeling of being weightless. There is beauty in allowing all her muscles and joints to relax as the ocean holds her. A comforting, fully immersive, hug she has never known before, never been able to appreciate. She finds herself jealous of the Metkayina.

In Awa'atlu, the entire ecosystem is in tandem with itself. A perfect harmony. Whereas, in High Camp, all of Ewya’s forest creatures have only recently made peace in the first war against the sky people. There are still a few kinks that need to be smoothed out. Everything is different in Awa’atlu, even the water feels different here. Augustine senses a deeper connection to Ewya, as opposed to the still waters of the ponds or the rush of the rivers. Augustine remembers fondly of her complicated relationship with the element…

When she and the Sully kids were younger, back when Tuk was still a toddler, they would often find themselves near the creeks. She loved how clear the water was. How you could easily see smoothed rocks at its bottom. How safe she felt amongst her brothers and sister. How she need not worry about anything beyond her upcoming rites and how to be the best hunter.

At a certain point im his development, Lo’ak began to complain about every little thing. “The creek’s boring,” he whines. “Why can’t we go to the river bed like the Entu?” Kiri rolls her eyes, so much so you could barely see her pupils anymore. She was never a fan of Lo’ak’s whining. Spider, on the other hand, continues to nod his head and agree with Lo’ak’s every move, every decision, as always.

“Lo’ak, the boy with nightmares, wants to go to the Kaspavan River with the Entu,” Neteyam chuckles to himself. He skips a rock across the creek. Augustine watches, jealousy erupting in her chest. She had been practicing how to skip rocks for the past year or two. Yet, somehow he does it so effortlessly after a week of practice. Everything came so easily to Neteyam.

Lo’ak grunts at the direction of his older brother. “Gusty, Kiri,” he says with a smile. “What do you two think?” Kiri scoffs, as she bumps her shoulder against Augustine’s. “Anything to stop your crying,” she mutters. Lo’ak sticks his tongue out at her, cuing another roll of her eyes. He turns to Augustine with brows raised. She smiles as she quickly glances over at Neteyam’s disapproving eyes. “Let’s go,” she whispers in excitement.

Spider and Lo’ak jump around in excitement. They snicker as they both lead the way towards the river. Kiri reluctantly follows behind them. She always enjoyed their adventures, yet was always simultaneously annoyed. As Augustine rushes to join them, Neteyam grabs hold of her wrist. “This is not smart, Augustine,” he says as slowly pulls from his grasp. She laughs, rolling her eyes. “I’m not trying to be smart, Nete,” she whispers as she runs ahead. A smirk sprawls across her face. Neteyam is well-known for hating that nickname.

As Lo’ak pushes through the forest clearing, Augustine’s heart begins to increase its beats. She hears the rapids before she sees them. Kiri crosses her arms across her chest as she steps into the cold water. Augustine hesitantly walks forward. She cannot see the bottom of the river, only rushing movement so fast it hurts her eyes.

“Kiri, you go first,” Spider laughs as she gently pushes the girl. “No!” Kiri giggles as she grabs hold of Spider’s arms. She pulls him closer, attempting to drag him into the mud. As the young one’s play beside the river bed, Augustine’s eyes watch a floating branch down the river. The water overflows the branch and brings it back to the surface repeatedly. She would hate to be that branch.

Neteyam continues to listen in on his siblings play-fighting, but his primary focus is on Augustine. He is perplexed by the frown slowly forming on her lips. “Lo’ak should be going first!” Kiri yells. “He wanted to come here in the first place!” She begins to grab at Lo’ak’s hands. He tries to run with the hugest smile on his face. Spider quickly wraps his arms around his waist, holding on as tight as he could.

Augustine’s head follows the branch as it passes by them. As the current curves behind a thick bush, she steps one solid foot into the river. She leans closer to see the fate of the branch. Violently, it crashes against two submerged rocks. The wood shattering and shooting out throughout the river’s width. Neteyam watches in concern as Augustine winces at the sight. “Maybe we should head back to the creek,” he suggests.

With a huge bustling laugh, Lo’ak spins within Spider’s embrace and now is dragging him into the river. Spider’s bare feet dig into the mud, but have no traction. He playfully screams as he wriggles in Lo’ak’s grasp. Abruptly, Lo’ak throws Spider into the river. He throws him with all his might, not thinking to care where he may land. He throws him with all his might right into Augustine.

Augustine falls with hands first into the river. She can barely hold herself up in the shallow water as the current ignores her every wish. “Augustine!” Neteyam yells as he rushes in behind her. Kiri immediately stops playing and grabs hold of his shoulder to stand steadily against the water’s strength. As Augustine attempts to push up from the ground, her cheek is repeatedly hit with the strong currents. Spider runs behind them. The water almost half way up his body. Neteyam hurriedly turns to Lo’ak, “Keep Spider back!” His brother never moved quicker than in that moment.

Kiri instinctually grabs against Augustine’s top. The woven cloth gives enough leeway that Augustine is able to breathe for a few seconds uninterrupted. Neteyam then hooks his arm around her waist and pulls her out the rushing water. He holds her close to his chest, never wanting to let her out of his sight again. His nostrils flare as he furiously side eyes his brother.

As soon as she gains a few good breaths, Augustine pushes out from Neteyam’s grasp. He hadn’t even noticed he was still holding on. “Lo’ak, you skxawng,” she yells through a hoarse voice. She pushes a hand against his chest as he stumbles back with a concerned eyes. Her voice box pains her. She reaches at her throat, and immediately recognizes the missing sensation. Her eyes widen, her ears flatten as she quickly rushes back into the water. “No, no, no,” she mutters on repeat.

“What?” Kiri asks as she involuntarily imitates Augustine’s erratic searching movements. “My mom’s choker,” she says in a panicked tone. She barely has time to acknowledge her first drowning. With quick eye contact, Spider and Lo’ak rush down the river bed - hoping to find the necklace stuck to one of the many rocks. “We’ll find it,” Kiri whispers as she places a comforting hand to Augustine’s shoulder. The other covers her nervous mouth.

Neteyam’s lips twitch as he grunts at the sight. Under his watch, Augustine almost drowned and has lost the dearest item she has of her mother’s. He wishes he could simply blame Lo’ak. It was his idea after all. His actions that led to her in the freezing river. But Neteyam is the eldest. He is always responsible. He is responsible for the tears falling from her cheeks…

Augustine never did find that necklace. Before Awa'atlu, the water was a never ending reminder of loss, risk, and danger. It’s freezing temperature was a perfect representation of how little it gives and how much it takes. Now, the water is confusing - maybe even a new element. It’s warmth is inviting. It’s safe and reliable waves bring comfort to Augustine’s sporadic thoughts.

Aazll notices Augustine’s lost in her own mind. She floats just underneath the ocean’s surface, a smile upon her face. Aazll quickly brushes against Augustine’s cheek, causing a giggle to fall from her lips. She rushes to breach the surface as she continues to chuckle to herself. Her hand runs over Aazll’s soft skin. Her other hand plays with her father’s Olangi necklace. “Irayo,” she whispers.

“Has lover boy not shown you sign?” A low voice appears. Augustine pulls her eyes from Aazll and onto a tall Metkayina man who glides beside her on his skimwing. A wave-like tattoo crashes in from the tops of both arms and across the sides of his pecks. Augustine found it hard to keep her eyes from the art. The hunter’s hair is long, beautiful, and curly. “L-lover boy?” she says slowly, trying to get her eye line back to his. “Ilu are better at understanding signs, especially without a bond,” he says again with a smile.

“Oh,” Augustine responds. She remains confused. Where did he even come from? “Wait, what signs?” The man laughs, shaking his head. He slides into the water gracefully and floats alongside her. “What are you called?” he asks. “Oeru syaw Augustine,” she answers. She watches his every move, still suspicious. “Ah, I thought you were the new girl,” he says with another chuckle. “New girl?” you ask with an incredulous laugh. “Yes, you’ve been the talk of the village,” he says as he swims ahead of her. “All good things,” he mutters with a smile. She scoffs, rolling her eyes.

“I’m sure,” Augustine says sarcastically. “Well, welcome to our village,” the hunter says sweetly. She smiles. Finally, a good simple interaction with one of the Metkayina. Maybe she wouldn’t be an outsider for much longer. “Thank you,” she responds. He shoots her a smile and quickly turns to Aazll and his skimwing. He gestures towards them both with a nod. “This is ‘thank you,’” he says as he repeats the gesture. “We use our hands to speak under water. It’s how we speak to our brothers and sisters in the sea.”

Augustine’s face beams. She loves learning new things - to challenge her intellectual mind. What better challenge than learning an entirely new language? Something that will bring her closer to the people? The hunter watches as her eyes widen. “Just as I say ‘Oel ngati kameie, Augustine,’” he adds as he gestures a hand from his forehead towards her. Her face scrunches together as she giggles. “What else is there?” she asks. Her excitement is now palpable. She places an unexpected hand against his forearm.

The man watches her hand and slowly raises his eyes back towards her. “Would you like me to teach you?” he asks slowly. “Yes, I would like to know more,” she answers with a hopeful tone. “I’d love to teach you, Augustine,” he softly responds with smile. Her cheeks become flush. She laughs nervously, attempting the break the energy between them. She does not understand the static in the air, but it does make her slightly giddish and uncomfortable. “You can call me Gus or Gusty if that’s easier,” she suggests. “I like Augustine,” he states smoothly. She nods, biting the edge of her lip.

entu: male na'vi

irayo: thank you

oeru syaw: i am called

Augustine spent the remainder of the day alongside the hunter. They eventually made their way to a reef, sitting cross-legged across from each other against a smoothed surface. He remained sweet and patient with her as she learned the Metkayina sign language. She wanted to make sure each of her gestures were accurate and could not be misunderstood. She wanted to be absolutely perfect after all.

“Swim with me,” she mutters slowly as she gestures before her. The man smiles as he nods. “Hell yeah,” she joyfully yells. “And…” she begins to gesture. “Follow with me?” He laughs, shaking his head. “You can leave out ‘with,’” he says while gesturing. Her studious face left him with a smile so large it hurt his cheeks. “Okay, okay,” she says as she nods. She begins to gesture again, her eyes focused on his. “Follow me,” she whispers. He laughs, nodding his head.

The hunter turns behind him to note the eclipse beginning to overtake the sun. He sighs as he looks back at her sweet smile. “I must go now, Augustine,” he mumbles. “Aw,” she whines. She is so excited to learn again. She wishes she could learn all through the night. She nods as she watches his iridescent dots glow brighter as the light grows darker.

As he stands, the hunter calls out to his skimwing. He notes a familiar figure approaching. A smirk pulls to one side of his cheek. “You should get back to land before it’s too dark,” he says as he points back to the village. Augustine quickly stands to join him in the water. “Wait, what are you called?” she hurriedly asks as he softly pulls his queue onto his chest. “They call me Aonung,” he murmurs. “I’m sure Neteyam will tell you all about me.” He laughs at something behind her as he pulls away from the reef.

Augustine follows his eye line to see Neteyam. Finally, she thinks as she instinctually rushes towards him. “Neteyam,” she shouts excitedly. Her steps halted as she watches his furrowed brow in confusion. “How long have you been talking to that kurkung?” he asks as he swiftly jumps off of his ilu and onto the reef. He determinedly walks over to the other edge of the surface as he watches Aonung’s skimwing dive underwater.

“Neteyam,” Augustine gasps. She has never heard him speak like that before, address anyone like that before. She walks slowly behind him and places a hesitant hand to his upper back. His skin is hot, surprising to the touch. “Augustine, you shouldn’t speak to him again,” Neteyam states as he quickly turns to face her. She takes a step back, completely taken aback. “What’s wrong?” she asks with her hands raised. “Aonung will not have pure intentions with you,” he states as his ears flatten and he bares his teeth. “Pure intentions?” she asks, scoffing in disbelief. “He doesn’t need pure intentions to teach me-”

Neteyam half-heartedly laughs, as sucks his tongue against his cheek. “He wasn’t just teaching you - No, Augustine. He knows,” he scoffs. He places a gentle hand upon her elbow, attempting to guide her to Aazll. Augustine pulls her arm from him. “Knows what, Neteyam?” she sighs. She takes in a deep breath as she places more distance between them. “I’m so tired of this. I feel like you’ve been speaking in riddles.” She brushes her hands through her hair. She shakes her head, clouded by all the confusion. “I am the last one to know anything. Just-” she starts. Another sigh escapes her lips. “Just tell me what’s going on.”

Neteyam’s brows pull together. He hates watching her in pain. He hates it even more knowing he might have had something to do with its cause. "I don't trust Aonung," he starts. "He isn't just teaching you out of the kindness of his heart." Augustine throws her hands up. "All I care about is that I'm being taught," she mutters. "Maybe if you were more focused on teaching, I wouldn't have to learn from Aonung," she says with a bit of snark to her voice.

Augustine watches as Neteyam's jaw clenches. He takes one strong stride towards her and is already a mere inch or two away from her lips. "You would rather I just teach?" he whispers. His eyes spark electricity in her heart. Her skin feels on fire, despite the lack of touch. Her entire body is drawn into him, desperate for his soft skin, his lips. "No," the whisper escapes her mouth. It is almost as though her body betrays her. It gives in to the vulnerability that she is initially frightened to share with him.

"That's what I thought," Neteyam murmurs as he moves a bit closer. He can smell the sweetness of her hair. He can see her gorgeous iridescent beauty marks scattered throughout her body. "Let's not pretend that this is one sided," he whispers. He draws his chin up, which lightly pulls his lips against hers - so quick she barely noticed. "I know you feel the same way, Augustine. You must," he coos. He takes a deep breath and takes a step back. His gaze taking in every ounce of her beauty, but straying far from her eyes. He has twice now given his heart to her. Despite the confidence in his statement, he is, in fact, worried that she may not feel the same way.

Augustine's eyes rake over his body. His muscles were always so defined. His strength always seen as protective, and never once as threat. Her eyes trace over his fish tattoo. She catches herself wondering if it hurt, wondering what the meaning behind it is. His hair sways with each of his movements, even with his breath. He is always moving, constantly. He can never be held down to one spot. Just like the water...

Just like the water, Neteyam is warm. His heart trusting and forgiving. His embrace leaves Augustine feeling weightless. All of her worries and struggles gone with a single touch. He is her home. Wherever he is, she knows she is safe. She is enveloped by an unrelenting blanket of security. She never need know fear. She never need know pain. In his arms, she will forever know love.

When asked if she feels the same way, if she sees Neteyam just as he sees her, Augustine feels his embrace again. This time not by his words or actions, but simply his presence. She gently steps forward. Her hand reaches for his cheek. Her thumb rubbing against his cheek bone. "I see you, Neteyam," she whispers. The sweetest smile appears on his face. The same goofy smile she always loved to see when they were children.

"Nga yawne lu oer, Ma'Nete," she whispers. A hint of a shake to her voice. The nerves getting the best of her. She has never once said this, not once to anyone. She has only heard of the phrase in stories. Stories of how her mother confessed her love to her father. She could not think of a better way to tell Neteyam. A phrase so charged with affection, devotion, and friendship.

It felt like minutes had passed before Augustine finally looks up to see Neteyam. The childish smile now gone. His face now filled with a new look. One she had only seen right before he kissed her the first time. Eyes full of hope. A smile barely forming at the edges of his mouth. His ears low, but never flat. “N-neteyam?” she stutters in nervousness.

It is almost as though her call pulls him out of this trance like state. Neteyam laughs softly as he leans deeper into the palm of her hand. It feels more comforting than he could have ever imagined. “You love me,” he whispers through a smile. Almost as though he was confirming the fact with himself. “I love you,” she repeats with a nod. Her voice rising in increasing excitement.

Neteyam gently grabs Augustine’s wrist. His hand slowly slides upon her palm and intertwines with her fingers. Her heart feels as though it’s in her throat. All her love, her elation has left her feeling breathless. “Follow me,” he whispers as he guides her to his ilu. “Where are we going?” she asks with a giggle. “Do you trust me?” he laughs. He holds her hand as she sits upon the saddle. He gracefully sits behind her. His hand slowly traveling around her waist, then lightly down her arms as he grabs hold of a notch. Augustine leans back against his chest. She nuzzles her head between his chin and neck. “Always,” she whispers.

kurkung: asshole

nga yawne lu oer: i love you, you are beloved to me

Augustine thought she knew what beauty was. She saw it in the forest. She saw it again in the coral reefs. She sees it any time she lays eyes on Neteyam. But she is sure she never knew beauty like this before. Not before Neteyam took her here…

“This is Ranteng Utralti,” Neteyam whispers behind Augustine’s ear. Her eyes grow in excitement and disbelief. She watches as the reef’s rocks arch out of the water and high into the sky. It reminds her home. Of her people’s Tree of Souls. “Neteyam, this is - this is,” she starts but cannot finish. Her mouth gapes open as they pass through the first archway. “Just like Vitraya Ramunong," Neteyam coos. She can hear his smile through his voice. "This is beautiful," she says softly in awe.

The eclipse makes the vibrant colors even more so. It is beyond breath taking. She has never seen such incredible shades of pink, blue, and purple. She closes her eyes and immediately feels Eywa's presence. The welcoming feeling of joy, beauty, and pleasure. "The great mother," she whispers as she opens her eyes. "She's here. I feel her too," he whispers. He guides his ilu closer to the Spirit Tree.

Augustine turns around to face Neteyam in excitement. His eyes widen in happiness and adoration. "Our ancestors," she says under her breath. "They are here," he answers. His eyes follow the trunk down to its iridescent pink leaves. "We don't have to go home to speak to them." She releases a thankful sigh as she gracefully slides into the water.

With a smile, she dives in and hurriedly bonds her queue with the souls' leaves. Her eyes close as she feels the familiar soothing feeling that rushes over her each time she connects with the Tree of Souls. "Mother," she thinks to herself. She unfortunately is never able to see her mother, but she luckily feels her undeniable love when connected. This is the closest she will ever get to her mother. She is incredibly thankful.

In the distance, Augustine hears laughter and joy. She hears someone who sounds very close to her father, but a deeper and older tone. He sounds gentle, calming. "Your father will never hear me again," the voice comes through. Again, she cannot see the man. Her face pulls together in confusion. It feels as though she is blocked from seeing. The only image in her head is white with pinkish hues, but still emptiness. "Tell him," the man starts. "Tell him to never forget the horses. Will you do that, Gusty?" She nods, unsure if he will even see her. "Good," he answers. "Follow your heart, little one. Always follow your heart."

Her eyes open abruptly. She gently pulls her queue and swims to the surface. Neteyam, pulled from his own bond with the Tree of Souls, rushes behind her. "Are you okay?" he asks with harsh breaths. "Yeah," she laughs. Some disbelief cross her mind as she places her hand to her lips. "I don't really know what just happened," she smiles. "It looks like you're happy," he answers slowly. His eyes still attempting to understand if you were alright. "I think I am, Neteyam. I think - I think I need to follow my heart," she whispers under her breath.

He chuckles as he nods towards a nearby rock. He hooks his arm under hers as he lifts her atop the surface. "Follow your heart," he says with amusement. "What do you mean?" She smiles as she sits back into a kneeling position. "I want you to be mine," she murmurs as she reaches for his hand. "What are you saying?" he asks. His innocence always makes her giggle.

Augustine slowly reaches for her queue, pulling her braid and resting it atop her chest. She reaches her tswin and holds it delicately before Neteyam. It's tendrils on full display as she sits vulnerable before him. "Nga yawne lu oer, Ma'Nete," she whispers. "I choose you."

vitraya ramunong: the tree of souls

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[brightymir]

Hello, I saw your headcanons and scenarioes for the Kamaboko Squad with a foreign reader. Could you do a version of that with some of the Hashira, please?

𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐓. 2 [𝐡���𝐬/𝐬𝐜𝐬]

cw: misspellings, not proofread

genre: fluff, crack

characters: tengen, mitsuri, shinobu, gyomei x gn!reader

author's notes: i'm not really good with crack so i'm quite surprised that my work about foreign demon slayer got a lot of attention! less crack for this one just because hashiras are built like that. thank you so much for these requests, i hope you like this <3

kamaboko squad || hashira pt.1 || hashira pt. 2

❄︎ tengen uzui

knows quite a few languages but he was challenged when he realized he doesn't know yours

doesn't know whether to be curious or cautious of you, because you might be cursing at him and he wouldn't know about it

would understand you quite quickly though, no drawings needed because he can decipher what you're trying to say

gets annoyed when you talk in your native language, because he also wants to know the tea

studies your language so that he can converse with you properly and smoothly

"my fine swordsmen, i'd like to introduce you to y/n l/n, a reinforcement from a foreign hunter corps. i hope to see you all get along with them" oyakata-sama said, making the hashiras raise their head in unison, turning to look at one another.

you stood to the side, a few feet away from hinaki. you had a straight look on your face, not bothering to meet the eyes of the hashiras, even though their eyes bore holes into you. tengen deduced something from your behavior.

boring!

but what he didn't expect was for you to be by his side in an instant, faster than he could blink. and he was surprised when you bowed down and spoke in a stiff and broken japanese, greeting them.

flamboyant! there are room for improvements!

since that day, tengen would always attach himself to you. you found it weird, because there was no reason to, and you were sure that the sound hashira had a lot on his plate and has no time to hang around you.

but he was keen on making you learn japanese and making you teach him your own language. he also made you accustomed to their tradition and culture, so it was an everyday ordeal of dealing with the flamboyanly loud hashira of the japan demon corps.

"wait, so you have three wives?" you asked as you let him paint your eye similar to the makeup on his own. he hummed and finished the edges before sitting back and staring at you.

"yes! and they are all flamboyant!" he replied.

you hummed and stared at him, bewildered at this confirmation. he watched as you begin to drown in your thoughts before snapping his finger in front of you.

"you won't survive back in my country" you muttered and stood up to look at your reflection in the mirror. he snorted and stared at your reflection, "why? there aren't a lot of beautiful ladies there?"

you turned around and stared at him, watching his face pale at your next sentence.

"polygamy is not allowed there. the man's genitalia is cut off when discovered having two or more wives"

tengen made it his mission to never ever step foot in your country.

❄︎ mitsuri kanroji

very much fascinated and excited when you were assigned to assist her in a mission

would take a bit of time to understand you but she'll very patient with it, taking time to know you

smitten with you whenever you talk in your language because she finds it really powerful and attractive

oh and when you learn to converse smoothly in japanese, talking with the other hashiras (prolly roasting sanemi) she'd go all heart-eyed because your sharp accent is just so fine

please cook your native cuisine and let her know the recipe of it!

"breath of love, sixth form: kitty paw love breeze!" she exclaimed in japanese before quickly finishing off the demon before her, her eyes faltering to you as you faced off against a demon with four heads.

"breath of leaf, swaying cordate blade!" you said in your language, effectively finishing off the demon in one go. mitsuri exclaimed in joy and rushed to you, squishing you in her hug, making you wary and alert of not pressing in too much at her breasts.

after that, mitsuri often requested that you join her in her missions, as long as you are alright with it. she'd also teach you japanese during free time and would rejoice whenever you made a lot of improvement.

regardless where you're from, she'd ask you to taste your cooking and also teach her the recipe and process. she's glad to have another food buddy besides from obanai (who still scares you btw) but mitsuri reassures you that it is fine.

she always talks to you about your hometown and asks questions about your place and history and culture, really interested in your origin and stories. you also maintain the same enthusiasm with her stories and experiences.

"your hair turned like this from eating too much mochis?" you queried and caressed her hair before proceeding to braid it. you played with the strands while she continued to eat the waffles you made for her.

"yes! i was shocked to see it like this one day when i woke up" she replied and happily munched on her food. you chuckled and continued braiding it.

"i think it's really beautiful, you'd be a town beauty and men would fight over you in my country" you reassured her as you fumbled to hold her hair in place as she scrambled to look at you.

"really?! i wish to go there when everything's peaceful here" she said, making you smile widely.

"i'll be your personal guide when the time comes" you chuckled and fastened her hair.

"i'm counting on it then!"

❄︎ shinobu kocho

very very wary and cautious of you but you'd never notice because she'd always give you a smile

not going to lie, it will take quite some time for her to open up to you and become close to you

but she heard from aoi that you were quite skilled in medicine, she was intrigued by you and let herself know you better

would be very enthusiastic about your culture and history as time passes, also teaches you japanese in her spare time

would concoct potions with you and enjoys your company during missions since it is like a breath if fresh air from the other hashiras

she'd act casual and nonchalant around you at first because she viewed you just like anyone else, just viewed you as another swordsman who wanted to eradicate demons.

alas, you two were paired up for a mission where a suspected kizuki was to be caught. she studied you more and noted your personality during the battle, making her feel a little bit more close to you

you also made efforts to get to know her and upon learning from aoi that you were also skilled medically, she realized that it was quite fine to be more open to you, more willing to be close to you.

you two would then begin researching potions and medicines together, your added knowledge making her existing potions much more efficient. when she has nothing better to do, she'd listen to your stories about your homeland and even give you tips and advices in speaking japanese properly.

"woah, you can make medicines on the spot? just after seeing the symptoms?" you marveled at her capabilities, wary of your surroundings to not break or mess anything in her lab. she chuckled lightly while bending to peek at her microscope.

"yes, it took me some to do it, but it paid off well in the en- hey, wait! no! stay away from that one" she cut herself off when she saw you bend down, sniffing a tube that contained a purple liquid. the panic was evident on her face, but her relaxed stance said that it wasn't lethal.

you felt your body heat up as the things around you become more hazy by the second. shinobu saw the way your cheeks become tinted pink and a large grin formed on your lips.

"shinobu-chan~, i really think you're quite cute" you admitted, followed by a soft chuckle as you walked towards her, making grabby hands.

shinobu laughed to herself, giggling at the quick effect of the potion she made. she let herself be engulfed in your hug.

well, that potion was made to bring out a creature's thoughts and to disable the creature from lying. it was reserved for upper moons.

but shinobu did not mind you reeling from its effects. you are quite cute yourself too.

❄︎ gyomei himejima

is pleased that a new member is added, delighted by the thought of strengthening their corps

very much amazed and curious about your origins but is quite shy around you because he worries that his size might scare you

you strike up a conversation first just because, and it's unlikely he would

he'd teach you their language, history and culture. he also wants to train with you if you give him the chance to

very glad and moved that you find comfort in his presence

you introduced yourself to the hashiras in broken japanese, grimacing as you see some of them try to stifle their laughs. your face become drained of color when the largest man suddenly started crying, making you panic.

is your japanese really that bad?!

the yellow-red haired fellow assured you that it was just how the stone pillar acts, so you relax a bit. you come to know that he's actually blind but that makes him more remarkable and interesting.

you striked up a conversation with him the next meeting, seeing him surprised when you approached him. you noticed that he had his guard up but you did not press on this matter, just wanting to know more about him.

he heard you one day hanging around genya and patiently listening to his story. he was amazed at how you managed to make the boy calm and warm up to you immediately. after this, gyomei began to see, perceive, you in a new light.

he'd teach you japanese from time to time, correcting your pronunciation and the proper stresses of the syllables. he often felt you staring at the prayer beads he always holds, which were all about the size of your fist. he brushed it off and instead, opted to learning more about your culture and traditions.

"gyomei-san, how did you become this big? i mean! i mean, you're just so tall and amazing and wow" you fumbled with your words, not knowing how to word your compliment properly.

"well, i just awakened something inside me and my strength pushed me to this stature" he replied smoothly, overlooking the mistakes in your japanese. he again felt your stare on his beads, so he removed them from his neck, handing it to you.

it was a mere necklace for him. but it looked like a rope in your hands.

"god! oof, humff, urgh" he heard you struggle to hold it, but he did not make a move to help you, knowing you were more than capable of holding it yourself.

you got it after a few moments, four beads resting on your palms while the rest dangled off, reaching up to your lower legs. you stared back at gyomei, "these are really exquisite and fine beads" you said.

he hummed and fished something out from his uniform pocket, handing it to you. it was a replica of his beads, but it was much more smaller in size, making it possible for him to put it around your neck.

"namu amidabutsu" he said as tears began to flow from his eyes again.

you hummed and closed your eyes, caressing the beads around your neck. "namu amidabutsu"

additional a/n: after my intense yoriichi brainrot last week, i am now experiencing intense and hyper gyomei brainrot as of now. i based off his prayer beads off of my height, but i surmise that his beads are much more larger than my fists honestly.

© 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐘𝐌𝐈𝐑 2021 - all rights reserved. please do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or share my work on other platforms. thank you.

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Your favorite boy <3 | TOH Hunter

Hillow it is i the (not so great) Lana! Muahahaha

So yeah this is a hunter x reader fic just wanted some fluff ad angst? If you can even call it that, so yeah, I'll be checking any misspelled words or grammatical errors tomorrow :) now let's get on with da fict!

Key words: y/n - your name; h/l - hair length; h/c - hair colour; e/c - eye colour

Hunter x gn!witch!reader

Warnings: hunter not knowing what a crush is, tooth rotting fluff, angst?

---Hunter's pov---

"hunter over here!" Someone yelled, i turned around to see that that someone was y/n, a warm mile appeared on my face as they flailed their arms around

"coming!" I yelled running towards them as i giggled in excitement, i was soon right next to them as they jumped up and down, i looked at them confused, not knowing what they were exited about

"what's up?" I asked

"today's the opening of the carnival dummy! I'm so exited that you actually gave up your free day to go to the carnival with me!" They yelled excitedly as they ran around in circles

"well anything for a friend!" I said as i took their hand, i could have swore i saw them frown but when i turned around to look at them they had a huge smile on their face so i thought nothing of it

---time skip---

"never thought kids would be that dangerous." Y/n said as i chuckled

"you sould haw listened to my warnings" i said biting down on my pretzel

"well you know i don't listen to you." They mumbled sitting next to me

"that's concerning considering that i am THE golden guard." I proclaimed as i flipped my hair 'worm' as y/n called it, they giggled as they looked at the sunset i just couldn't help but admire their beautiful face how their beautiful h/l h/c hair matched their perfect face and beautiful e/c coloured eyes, wait what am i thinking?!?! Their my best friend!

"what're you staring at Goldie?" They asked as they turned towards me

"do i have left over mud on my face from wrestling that pig?" They asked as i chuckled

"yes actually, right... there." I said as i reached out to their cheek and started to rub off the mud, but i just couldn't stop myself from focusing on their face again, 'my Titan- they looked so beautiful from this angle' i thought as i put y hand under their chin

They were quite surprised by this action as their blush quickly caught on their cheeks and ears, i slowly started to lean in as i closed my eyes and right as our lips were about to touch they screamed out

"WAKE UP SLEEPY HEAD ITS THE MORNING!" they yelled as their face morphed in to Luz's face?!?!

-

I jumped up from my matrice as i screamed in fear

"oh my Titan Luz! You scared me half to death!" I screamed at the girl

"yeah yeah whatever, you must have been having a great dream because you didn't reply when we called you for breakfast, you even didn't wake up when Vee tried to wake you up, which is pretty rare." She said as she got up, "anyway breakfast is ready and everyone is waiting for you so hurry up and get dressed!" She added as she walked out of the room and slammed the door shut, i let out a long sigh and flopped down on the bed as i repeated the last scenes of my dream, excluding when Luz tried to wake me up of course, and it was like a memory i had when me and my friend y/n went to the carnival, but I'm guessing my mind just switched on what actually happened, but why did it do that? Why do i blush every time i think about them? Why-

"HUNTER!" Mrs Noceda yelled

"COMING!" I yelled back as i jumped from my matrice and flew out of the door to the dining room, as flapjack quickly followed me

---time skip---

Throughout the whole week that dream kept repeating over and over in my dreams, as well as some of the other memory's i had with her that were also flipped and changed around, and every time i think about them i feel weak in the knee's, and the only logical way, at least for me, was to ask for help, so i went to Gus, probably not my best option but everyone else was out grocery shopping so he was my only hope

"hey Gus?" I said as i entered the bedroom that all of us were sharing

"hey hunter!" He said enthusiasticly as he paused whatever he was watching and turned to me

"what do you need?" He asked, i sighed and sat down next to him

"I'm having confusing feelings." I said, looking down at the floor

"well, umm, if you want me to help you can explain those feelings?" He said, well more like questioned, i nodded

"well umm, there's this friend that i had back at the Boiling Isles, before even we caught the owl lady for the first time and their name was y/n, and recently I've been thinking more and more about them, like having these strange dreams with us almost kissing at the end of them or something like that, and every time they cross my mind my knees feel weak, heat rises to my cheeks and i feel like i want to throw up butterfly's, and when the thought of them getting hurt from the collector, or anyone for that matter, i feel sad and weak, the thought of anything happening to them makes me want to murder the person or thing that did anything to them, even if the witch, monster or thing is ten times stronger than me, i-i just want to give them everything i have, but i feel like that still won't be enough, like if i could give them the whole world i would, and yeah that's pretty much it." I said as i finally looked at Gus, to see him in complete shock, i mean eyes wide mouth open kind of shock

"what?" I said, i then heard multiple screeches from the door, oh no

"OH MY TITAN, HUNTER YOU HAVE A CRUSH!" Amity screamed

"THIS MOMENT NEEDS TO BE SAVED!" Luz screeched as she ran in the room and took her phone that was previously playing whatever Gus was watching

"No, nonononononono, it's not like that! I don't have a crush!" I said nervously laughing as i scratched the back of my head

"well it doesn't sound like it!" Luz said as she played a recording... OF MY RANT?!?!

"You, RECORDED THIS!" i yelled at her ad i jumped up from the floor

"of course i record everything." She said shaking her phone left and right a bit before stopping

"whatever I'll just go and get some fresh air." I said as i pushed past the girls, that were swarming at the door

"don't run away from the truth!" Luz screamed as i rolled my eyes and scoffed, i got a beanie that was on the coat hanger and put it on covering my half of my ears as i went outside towards the worn down cabin, and how we all got to the human realm in the first place, i sighed and frowned as i looked back at the sad memory but quickly shook my head as kind of a sign for my head to shut up, i soon felt something light stand on my shoulder as i looked to my right to see flapjack standing there, he chirped happily as i smiled and petted him

"you always manage to cheer me up, just like y/n."

---

I soon saw the cabin behind the trees and i let out a sad sigh, when i arrived at the front door of the cabin i looked at it for a good minute, my mind re-imagining what happened almost a month ago, i reached for the doorknob and took a deep breath, i closed my eyes and opened the door, i waited a few seconds, already hearing flapjack chirping but i brushed it off and thought he saw a pigeon or something like that, i opened my left eye a little bit before both of my eyes opened widely in shock, it looked beautiful, all kinds of colours were splotched all around and it looked like there were some stars

"woah." I said underneath my breath, but that amazement slowly turned in to fear as i saw a figure coming in to sight, i took a step back but i forgot that it was an old cabin so i tripped on a loose peace of wood and fell just before the stairs, the figure got closer and closer and it got more familiar

"Hun€r?" A corrupted voice asked as i froze in fear, it knew my name

"Hunter?" A more clear voice called out, and my eyes went wide, not from fear, but from shock and happiness, that voice sounded like

"Y/n?" I asked as i stood up, soon the shadow started sprinting towards me and as it went through the portal the shadow quickly became a figure i could remember

"Y/N!" i screamed out of happiness as i wrapped my hands around their waist and spined them in circles, we both let out laughs and giggles of happiness, as we fell on the soft grass, laughing lightly, as soon as my laughter died down, i hugged them tightly and buried my face in to their neck

"I'm so glad you're here." I said

"me too Goldie." Y/n said as she returned the hug with equal strength, my eyes started to tear up as i started to sob, i could also hear y/n sobbing, but between the sobbing slowly started to form laughing

"god why are we so sensitive." Y/n said as they laughed, tears streaming down their face, probably from the intense happiness that they were experiencing, i mean i couldn't blame them, i was also crying, but i was as well getting snot all over their what looks to be dirty shirt

"i don't know!" I laughed along as i finally got my face out of their neck wiping the snot off of my nose

"I'm sorry that i got snot on your shirt." I said as i continued wiping my nose with my hand

"not a problem, I've been through worse for the past month or so, but don't worry tho, it wasn't that bad." they said as they brushed off the snot of themselves

We stared in to each other's eyes for a while, i couldn't take it anymore! I grabbed their chin

"consent?" I asked laughing a little, they just groaned

"c'mere you!" They said as they grabbed the back of my head and connected sour lips

It felt like fireworks were erupting everywhere as we were kissing, and i couldn't be more happier, as we pulled away i opened my eyes and looked deeply in to theirs

"wait- you cut your worm!" They yelled as they got up

"oh c'mon it was about time i cut it off!" I yelled

"but i liked the worm, i even gave it a name!" They yelled as they crossed their arms, suddenly chirps were heard next to me, and what seemed to be a sound of someone familiar talking

"y/n, i re-eat do y- copy?" A glitched out voice was heard, y/n quickly grabbed a walkie talkie "Yes i copy!" They yelled at the walkie talkie "can you hear me?" They questioned, "y-s we can, bu-t it's a bi- glitchy." The voice said, "h-ow is it there?" The voice, "it's fine but it is far to risky to sent another person through the portal, i barely ended up finding the portal to the human realm." They said, "ok-y the portal i-s closing stay in the human realm and find Lu-" before the person on the other end could finish their sentence the door to the cabin slammed shut

"who was that?" I asked

"Eda, we were on a mission to get all of you back and find a way to create a new key for the portal we have created but it took me way to long to find the human realm and now we're stuck here again, and it's all my fault." Y/n said as they started to tear up

"nonononononono, wait- don't cry, were gonna find a way to get to the other realm, i mean you already found a way! It's just gonna get faster from here." I said as i hugged them from behind, we stayed like that for a few minutes until a question popped up in my head

"say... How'd you get the titans blood anyway?" "I'd rather not go in to detail." Y/n said as she shivered

"okay? Wanna go to your new temporary home darling?" I said as i stood up and extended my hand

"oh of course my love." They said as they took my hand and we started walking towards Luz's house

"i love you Hunter." They said as they rested their head on my shoulder, still holding my hand

"I love you too y/n." I said as i interlocked our fingers and by doing that resting our hands in a more comfortable position

Well everyone is gonna freak out

Hillow :) finished this! Anyway i don't know what to write in this a/n solo yeah hope you're having a great day/ afternoon/ night

Oh and sent request's/asks!

Bye!!!

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

😡🤬ANGER MANAGEMENT (PART 1)🤬😡

Prompt: Y/N has the life she’s always dreamed of: a good house, a nice car, a fat paycheck, her dream job and some loving friends. Her life feels like a fairytale...but just like every fairytale she’s not safe from the villain, the problem with that? He’s not only an incredibly hot Scotsman but also a fucking pain in the ass!

@drewmcintyrekoccsrocbwdgfan

Word count: Long-ish

Pairing: Drew McIntyre x Reader

Warnings: +18 smut, clit stimulation, angst, dirty talking, cursing, name calling,(possible part 2?Idk)

Notes: I think it’s time for me to face my biggest fear: Drew McIntyre! 😂 all jokes aside, I’ve lost count of how many one shots I have written and soon after deleted about this handsome hunk. There are so many good stories of him out there that I’ve always felt like mine were actually horse shit compared to those so I’ve never had the courage to make this Scottish wet dream an official brand of my writing, but I’m looking forward to achieve new accomplishments on my writing in 2021, so here goes nothing folks! Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) and if you’re comfortable with it,please let me know what you think? Some feedback is always welcomed and appreciated ❤️You can check out my other stories typing ‘masochist writes’ on the search bar on my page and my newest story as a fixed post.Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

“Oh Thank God! Just the woman I wanted to see”

I turned around to meet Becky Lynch, one of the few dear close friends I’ve made while working for the WWE as a massage therapist.

“Hey Becks! What’s up?”

“Y/N I need your help, I was doing some training with the guys when suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder and now I feel like I wanna cry”

“Oh Becky, c’mon let’s go to my office”

Once we got there I mentioned for her to sit on the massage table.

“So tell me exactly what you were doing”

“I was doing some regular weightlifting, then all of a sudden I felt this sharp pain stretch from my elbow to my shoulder”

“Ok, did you warmed up before hand?”

“Yes”

“Did you added the weights in progressively or were you in some sort of competition against Sheamus, Cesaro and McIntyre as to whom could perform a proper weightlifting faster?” I crooked my eyebrow

“Y/N! You know I would never do that” She tried to hide her shame for being caught

“Becky, I know you! I know how competitive you are and how competitive you GET when you train with Sheamus, Cesaro and the Scottish prick.”

“They started ok?! They said I was no match for them, so I had to make them swallow word by word” She said slightly angry

“Calm down” I chuckled “And I presume you won?”

“Of course I won! As if they stood a chance” She scoffed

I touched her shoulder and palmed the back of her upper arm til I reached her elbow

“And your prize for that my darling is” I looked into her eyes “Six muscular knots, probably some small damage to your elbow nerves resulting in a little trip to the physical therapists and shit ton of pain, congratulations! Are you happy now?”

“Oh no!” She whined “Y/N, please don’t send me to the physical therapists, they will eat my ass off and they’re gonna tell Hunter about this. Please Y/N, please tell me you can fix it?” She stared at me with begging eyes

“Becks” I sighed “I can undo the muscular knots but I ain’t no fairy godmother! If you have some sort of nerve damage that’s up to the physical therapists...there’s nothing I can do about that honey”

“Please Y/N give me some of the red magical relief juice you gave to Kofi” She pleads

“Red magical relief juice?” I asked confused

“Yes, Kofi said he had this horrible pain from an injury and you gave him this red magical relief juice that helped him better than any medicine! Please give that to me too!”

I laughed before answering

“Oh Kofi, Kofi... it’s not an juice, it’s a liquid... a toner. A home made medicine I learned with my grandma. Technically I’m not even allowed to use that, but I know it works, better than these crap versions of Vick’s Vapor Rub” I tossed a little small green package in the trash can.

“Can you give that to me?” She asked with her eyes full of hope

“Fine” I said and she smiles widely

“But, you have to promise me that you will stop with these stupid and senseless competitions! They could permanently damage your nerves you know?!”

“Ok I promise”

I took a small plastic bottle from the cabinet and filled up with some small amount of the toner and placed the bottle inside a small paper bag. I also gave her a little bit of my grandma’s famous ointment in a tiny tin can.

“Alright, so here’s what you’re gonna do: once you get to your hotel room, you’ll take a hot shower and before you put your clothes on, you’re gonna rub the toner from your neck to your elbow all over your shoulder and back upper arm” She nods and I proceed “Then right after you’re going to take a small amount of this ointment” I show her the little tin can “And rub it all over your shoulder, back upper arm and elbow. Right afterwards you get dress with a long sleeve shirt and go to bed. Remember that you cannot leave your skin exposed to the cold air of air conditioning, because if you do it will make your pain and damage way worse! Do you hear me?”

“Yes Ma’am”

“If in three to four days you still feel any sort of pain you’re gonna have to go to the physical therapists”

“Ok”

“Becky I’m serious”

“Okay Y/N I got it” She smiles softly

“Good, now please, don’t tell anyone about this” I shook the little bag “And tell Kofi to keep his mouth shut. I know he means well but I could get fired for this”

“My lips are sealed” She pressed her lips in a thin line

“Thank you” I chuckled “Now, go on and take 20 drops of this” I give her some Ibuprofen “And come back in 20 minutes”

“Why?” She asks confused

“Because we still have to undo those knots and it’s not gonna be the fun kind of pain my dear”

“Argh” She groans

One week later

I was finishing tidying up the massage table from the session I just had with Bayley when someone knocked on my office door

“Come on in”

“Hey Y/N” Seth Rollins said in a voice full of pain as he tried to walk towards me

“Seth are you ok? Jesus, you look like somebody just kicked your balls so hard that they went up to your throat! What happened?” I tried to hold back my laugh

“A long story involving Cesaro and Drew. Moral of the story is my back is fucked up, do you think you can help me?”

“Can you lay down here?” I patted the table

“I guess so” He made his way to it excruciatingly slow as I helped him to lay down

“Where’s the pain worst?”

“My lower back” I touched and he gasped in pain

“Do you think you could give me some of that red magical relief juice?” He whispered so only I could hear it.

Of course I wasn’t surprised about him knowing of the “magical relief juice” since he and Becky were together I figured she told him.

“Did Becky told you?”

“Only today, once she saw I was in a tremendous pain...When she was using it I pressed her to tell me who gave it to her but she didn’t wanted to say, she said it was her fairy godmother”

I couldn’t help but smile at Becky’s inside joke and loyalty. I truly love that girl.

“Sure thing Rollins, just please don’t-“

“I won’t tell anyone Y/N don’t worry! Your witchy recipe is safe with me” He chuckled “Ouch fuck, that hurts” He groaned

“Did you bring any jacket on with you?” I laugh

“Yeah Becky told me to”

“Ok, let’s get start it”

Forty minutes and a relaxed thankful Seth Rollins later. I was finishing washing my hands while Seth pulled the zipper of his jacked up. I could feel his eyes on me

“What is it Rollins?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“If the question is if I am a 450 year old witch then my answer is, you will never know” I whisper as I turn to face him with a smirk

He laughs before saying “Well I’m sure you are sweetheart” He winks playfully “But that’s not the question though unfortunately”

“What is it then?”

He looked at me with a sense of caution before asking

“Why do you hate Drew so much?”

“McIntyre? The Scottish prick? The shitty bearded version of Gastón from Beauty and The Beast?” I ask in disbelief

My hatred for Drew McIntyre goes way back to 5 years ago. To make a long story short he has being a pain in my ass every since I started working here. It all resumes to the bad flirting and endless fights. We’ve always fought at least 3 times a week for as long as I can remember. It’s like a weekly ritual for us, and our fights are always petty and ridiculous such as who will get in the elevator first or who will rent the last SUV car.

“Yeah...” He answers slightly embarrassed

“Well that’s simple, he’s an asshole! A smug fucker who thinks he’s the most beautiful man to ever walk the earth and that every woman alive must fall for him in all fours”

“Is there anything else beyond that?” He asks

“No! Of course not!” I lied. As if I could tell him about my deep sexual desire for the Scotsman

“Are you sure? I mean, you must agree with me that he is very beautiful” Seth answers

“I’m not saying he’s not. I have eyes, so trust me, I know he’s hot as fuck and a very handsome man but that doesn’t mean that every woman on this company wants him!” I scoffed

“Does the ‘every woman’ equals Y/N?”

“Why are you asking me this?” I asked aggressively

“Look, there’s no need for you to get all defensive ok? I’m your friend and I’m just asking this as a friend. I’m not coming for you by any means” He says with a soothing voice

“Sorry, it was just my automatic response”

“It’s okay sweetie”

“But Seth...why this question now?”

“Let’s just say that I may or may not have heard some backstage talk and I would like to know this from your own mouth instead of other people’s”

“Backstage talk? About what?” I ask angrily

His eyes widened “You know what? Let’s forget I ever men-“

“No no no Rollins you’ve started this now you will finish it!” Now I was really angry

“Fuck, I should’ve kept my mouth shut” He murmured

“But you didn’t! So spit it out”

“Ok...I’ve heard one of the girls say that the reason why you hate Drew so much is because you kinda have a hidden want for him to fuck you but since he’s ‘not interested’ you get pissed off” He whispered

“I WHAT??? WHO THE FUCK SAID THAT?”

“Y/N please keep your voice down! Somebody is gonna hear you”

“I COULD GIVE TWO FUCKS IF SOMEBODY CAN HEAR ME! Who’ve said that Seth?” I was boiling with rage

“Sweetie, I’m not gonna tell you who’ve said it because I know you will-“

I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and whispered

“If you don’t tell me who’ve said that right now Rollins I swear to God on God in heaven that I will cut your balls off and shove them down your throat!”

He gulped

“Now who’ve said that?”

“Carmella” He whispered and I smiled letting go of his collar “Y/N please don’t do anything stupid!” He said as I removed my coat

“Don’t forget to rub the toner on your back once you’re out of the shower” I patted his shoulder and made my way to the door

“Y/N where are you going? Y/N please whatever you’re thinking about doing it, just don’t ok? She’s not worth it! Y/N PLEASE!”

But his screams were now faint as I make my way down the hallway to find the blond gossiper girl.

I finally find Carmella “talking”, to Sheamus in one of the hallways.

“Oi Y/N, how’s life treating ya lass?” Sheamus smiles widely at me, making his usual greeting. At any other day it would’ve made my afternoon happier to find that amazing Irish man, but not today! I was so furious that I ignored him and went directly to Carmella

“Would you mind telling me why the fuck are you not only minding my business but also spreading rumors about me and McIntyre?”

From where I stood I saw Sheamus visibly gulp

“Hey Y/N, what do ya say about we go to tha catering grab some coffee huh?” He said urgently pleading

“So? I’m waiting for an answer” I said to her fully ignoring what he just said

“Well Y/N, from woman to woman, I think we both can agree that it’s no rumor. It’s quite visible, to not say pathetic, the way you can’t deal with rejection my dear” She batted her lashes

“And what exactly are you implying?”

“The obvious Y/N! That you want Drew in between your legs but he doesn’t! I mean, let’s face it, he’s too much of a man for you anyways! It’s not like you can handle him, because we know you can’t” She measured me from head to toe making me feel very conscious about the difference between her slim toned body and my thick one full of curves.

I know that most of the men’s in this company usually date or even have one night stands with women who were body equivalent to their own - slender and beautifully toned - , but that doesn’t mean that they didn’t saw my own curvy beauty. Hell, I even got some dinner invitations from some of the guys! Cesaro, Baron Corbin, Finn Bálor and even Seth Rollins (before he got with Becky) were some of them.

“I bet that I received more dinner invitations in a week than you in a year” I scoffed

“But not from the man you want the most right darling?” She evilly grins and I see red! Pure rage in it’s rawest form took ahold of me and I jumped towards her neck but a pair of strong arms stopped me from attacking her.

“Wow, easy now lass” He said

HIM! The cause of all this gossiping with my name, I couldn’t get even more angry even if I tried.

“Let me go McIntyre!” I roar

“Uh, enjoy it while it lasts Y/N, it’s as far as you’ll ever get anyways” Carmella chuckles

I tried to wiggle out of his arms “What the fuck did you just said bitch? I’ll feed you your own teeth you fuck-“

I couldn’t finish my sentence thanks to Drew, who lifted me off from the floor and tossed me on his shoulder, taking me to back my office.

“What are you doing? Let me go! I’m gonna punch her stupid rat’s face!”

“No you won’t”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m preventing your ass from getting fired!” He answers

I tried to release myself from him, but who was I fooling? The man is a brick wall, I couldn’t let myself go not even if I tried hard!

Once we got into my office he locked the door, placing himself in front of it and released me.

“Don’t you never, EVER, dare to manhandle me like that again! Do you hear me?” I stare at him with my eyes full of rage

“You know Y/N, all that anger is not good for you...you could have a heart attack” He chuckled

I was so mad, that tears of anger rolled down my cheeks as I cut the small distance between us and begin to punch his torso, arms or whatever I could reach

“I HATE YOU! YOU’RE THE REASON WHY I AM NOW A FUCKING BACKSTAGE GOSSIP SUBJECT! IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT, YOU’RE SO FULL OF YOURSELF AREN’T YOU HUH? SHITTY ASS GASTÓN!”

I was starting to loose my strength due to my ferocious attack, and I would be damned if I let him see that...

When suddenly everything changed, the air in the room thickened and I saw myself now pressed against the door with my hands forcefully pinned on top of my head.

“Aww, that was sweet princess” He smirks confidently

“What are you doing Drew? Let me go” I murmured

“Oh it’s Drew now huh? Why the sudden change love? What happened with ‘Scottish prick, asshole and Gastón’?” He cackled “What’s wrong princess? Not feeling so confident and in charge anymore are we?” He pouts

“You’re hurting me” I lied

“Nu uh, we both know that, that’s a lie. I know you Y/N, every inch of you so don’t you lie to me now! That’s not what pretty little girls like you do” He reprimanded me

I felt confused and slightly turned on by his whole dominant character. But still I felt the urge to fight back.

“And what do you know about me McIntyre? NOTHING! So don’t YOU dare to pretend that you do! You know nothing about who I am or my needs, so quit the act”

He laughed before saying “And that’s where you’re wrong princess” He towered over me, securing my wrists with one of his hands while the other grabbed my cheeks making my lips pout(like one would with a child) and tilted my head up to meet his blue gaze.

“You see Y/N, we’ve known each other for what? 5 years? I’ve done a lot of observing in those years... I became quite good at reading you” He leaned forward..his beard,lips and mustache brushing against my own lips

“So I know for a fact that what triggered you into fighting Carmella wasn’t what she said...But the fact that what she said is true” He searched my eyes for confirmation and when he found it he smirks in appreciation

A murmured ‘Fuck you’ came out of my lips the best way I could since he had this vicious grip on my cheeks.

“Oh Y/N, Y/N... what am I going to do with you princess?” He asks amused as he release my cheeks “I must say though... I agree with almost everything Carmella said” He vaguely added

Pure humiliation filled me, the thought of him knowing that deep down I had a thing for him which wasn’t reciprocal at all made my stomach turn. I felt the tears of humiliation start to rise to my eyes, but I wouldn’t give him the pleasure to see that he had broken me. Instead I reached for the safety of the one thing I knew I could do: fight!

“You let me go right now you fucker or I swear you will regret it!” I said as threatening as I could

“Oh my, won’t you look at that? Kitty has claws huh?” He chuckled lightly

I took advantage of his distraction and yanked my arms as fast as I could out of his grip. The action caught him by surprise, giving me the upper hand to turn around to unlock the door so I could leave. But his surprise didn’t last long as for he saw what I was about to do and pressed me against the door once more, instead now my back was the one facing him so he pressed his semi hard bulge up against my ass with my hands and face now pressed on the wooden door.

“Where do you think you are going princess? We’re not done talking just yet” He whispers in my ear, making my whole body shiver.

“As I was saying before you rudely interrupted me” His lips were glued to my ear “I almost, I said almost, agree with everything that she said..except for one thing”

“If you’re gonna say that-“

“Maybe I’ll have to buy you a ball gag, since you don’t seem to ever know when to shut up...or maybe I should choke you instead,what do you say?”

I gulped loudly

“Or even better, I should fuck your mouth..bury my cock so deep on your throat that you will have no other option but drool all over yourself” He pressed his bulge harder against my ass “, that will make you shut up! I can already imagine how gorgeous you will look with my cock shoved down your throat” He moaned “Would you like that princess? Would you like for me to show you where’s your place? Where you really belong?” He grinds his erection on my ass and the feeling makes me moan softly

“Drew...” I pleaded

“The only thing I don’t agree with Carmella” He continues his previous statement ignoring my plea “Is that I’m too much of a man for you. To be honest I think you’re the only woman in this company who can actually handle me! The only one who will love and beg to be fucked faster and rougher..” His hands let go of my wrists and roam down to cup my breasts roughly, pulling me even closer to his body

“The only one who is the perfect fit for me...who will let me use every single hole as I please” He bites my ear making me gasp for more air.

“Won’t you Y/N? Do you want me to use you like the good little whore that you are?”

My head was buzzing with excitement, I could feel the now very wet pool of desire in between my legs. To think that all of my darkest fantasies with this man were about to come true made me moan a faint ‘Yes’ to him

He grunts at my positive response while one of his big hands unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans so his hand could sink down the fabric to find my very wet core.

“Hmmm I’ve been waiting 5 years for this lass...Fuck, you already feel amazing on my hand I can’t wait to feel this pretty little pussy around my cock” He growls

“Fuck Drew, please” I whisper

“It’s Sir to you, my good little pet” He smirked “Now tell me, do you think I should fuck you right here, right now so that everyone in this company can hear me make you my fuck toy or should we head back to the hotel? What do you say pet?” He asks as his fingers firmly circles my clit making my legs shake

“W- Whatever pleases you Sir” I stuttered

“I see you’re a quick learner huh?” He chuckles amused “I say, let’s show this roster who is the only woman who can properly handle me” He says as he removed his fingers from my core and licked them clean while staring at me. I softly moan to that scene and he smiles deviously before whispering

“Strip now pet and show what a beautiful fuck toy you are for Sir”

To be continued...

Please let me know if you would like to see a part 2 🥺?

[decayandfanfics]

The great book of sayings

PAIRINGS: Tomura Shigaraki x FemReader

SUMMARY: He looks at you, his scarlet eyes fixed on yours, burning a hole through your head, every bit the predator he is, but you are as tough as it gets, so, against your better judgment and any well-founded logic, you answer his silent threat, the animalistic look he gives you with nothing less than a fearless smirk, irises burrowing into his pupils.A clever girl. He thinks, finally labeling you inside his head, cursing himself in the very moment he allows his brain to think of you as more than an asset. He is sure (he knows himself enough to know) he’ll think of this moment many times from now on.A clever pretty girl.

Reader is a typical college student until she gets herself tangled with the league of villains.

WARNINGS: Unhealthy/complicated relationships, violence, Tomura being Tomura, mentions of murder, heroes’ abuse of power, smut later.

A/N: I’m trying so hard to write crusty boy here really in character. At least after AfO is taken. Any misspelled words, english is not my native language so i’m trying Helen.

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Chapter 4 / Chapter 5

An intelligent enemy rather than a stupid friend.

True to his word, Jin treats you like a friend. He makes his best to make you feel a little more comfortable, knowing that you are probably scared to death. So, he engages with you, tries to help you with the cleaning and laundry. So does Compress, ever a gentleman he makes himself useful by being chivalrous. Of course, this doesn’t make you forget your own precarious position, but at least you use it in your favor and suddenly you are delighted at the sight him washing dishes.

After three days of their invasion, you find yourself folding some clothes when he asks you.

“board games?”

“yes” Compress smiles at you “since Shigaraki and Spinner have appropriated your tv and laptop, I thought it would be fun to play something, don’t you agree?”

“well…I’m afraid I only got a chess board.”

“It’s fine, dear. Will you play with me? I’m a little rusty, but I’m sure it would be fun.”

You look for the board, stored in some dark dusty corner of one of your closets as Compress prepares the little kitchen table for your game.

Seven matches later, you sight already getting bored of your constant wining. To be honest, Compress isn’t that bad, but there is no point in comparing you two when you spend playing your first two years in college.

Toga and Twice had gathered around the table to cheer, without really understanding what was happening, and not long after that Dabi and Magne were watching too.

“That was pretty impressive, dear!”

“you aren’t bad either, but I was in the chess club in college a few years ago. I learned a lot in there.” You say moving your eyebrows in funny gesture.

Compress stands giving you a bow and before you begin to gather the pieces to store it again, Shigaraki sits in front of you, putting each black piece in its place.

“Tomura -kun is going to play! You think he can beat her?” Toga whispers to Compress, before Magne answers from behind “Shigaraki is very good at this kind of games, my bet is on him.”

Shigaraki gives you a defiant glare, and you gather again your own pieces. Once you are ready, his ungloved hand points your turn to open the game.

He seems sure of this, a cocky smirk twitching his dry lips up, so you decide you will play seriously this time.

You open by moving your queen’s pawn, and he follows your movement just as you expected. Your king’s knight moves to protect your pawn, and again he reflects. The moment your bishop moves, you have control of the board.

You smile and his smirk turns into a feral grin stretching across his face.

“Smart girl…” he states amused before moving, and then, the game is his. “but you better try harder.”

You wrinkle, the tip of your teeth showing briefly before such challenge.

“Then, better not to disappoint.” Your answer sounds as playful as his defiant statement.

Forty minutes into it and you are completely invested in the game.

The back and forth is tight. For every strategy, he just counteracts your wits with something better and more difficult than the last. At the same time, every time he thinks he already got you, you manage to scape his control and get ahead again.

Its…weirdly exciting, to say the least.

Shigaraki’s eyes burn through your own, trying to read your expression in an attempt to predict your next movement and for a brief second you think about their color and the way his mouth twist upward whenever he fails to trap you.

He’s every bit the strategist you would expect from a ruthless leather, and you wonder how the media managed to paint him to be so childish and immature before, when you see nothing but a skilled hunter.

You feel surprised. Having never really thought about his clever ways or how he just seems to organize the league like a perfectly calibrated weapon, but seeing him now, you can trace every time, every word and every motion that gave away his intricate thinking pattern.

Surely, he’s bat shit crazy with the hero drama and such, but surely that’s not intelligence exclusive.

Your hand travels to your chin, a finger gently taping over your lower lip as you think your next move in one of your classic hard thinking gestures.

With your eyes fixed in the game, you don’t see the dragging look he gives to your lips.

You blink concentrated in trying to disarm his attack, unaware of his brief thoughts. Unaware of the fluttering motion of the eyelashes that crown your clever eyes, fanning softly over the smooth skin of your cheeks.

Just a mere second of self-indulgence and an intrusive flashing idea creeps out of nowhere between his destructive thoughts like a whisper of something unfathomable to him.

She’s very pretty. He thinks as he absorbs every angle of your face, trying to imprint in his brain the way light reflects over your cheekbones and between your lashes.  

You move you tower, and his attention draws back to the game, knowing he already won.

You watch it in slow motion, slapping yourself for not seeing it coming. His slender fingers taking his bishop, striking down your tower and compromising your king. That’s it, you lost, but the moment gets buried under the sudden butterflies in your belly when he arches his brow smugly and smiles softly as the “jaque-mate” leaves his lips, and in a brief defining second the thought takes form in your brain, gluing itself to your skull.

He’s quite handsome when he smiles like that.

Half feral, half childish, and every bit a smart ass.

Yeah. He looks handsome like this. Comfortable in his own skin…youthful.

Confident.  

He looks at you, his scarlet eyes fixed in yours, burning a hole through your head, every bit the predator he is, but you are as tough as it gets, so, against your better judgment and any well-founded logic, you answer his silent threat, the animalistic look he gives you with nothing less than a fearless smirk, irises burrowing into his pupils.

A clever girl. He thinks, finally labeling you inside his head, cursing your name the very moment he allows his brain to think of you as more than an asset. He is sure (he knows himself enough to know) he’ll think of this moment many times from now on.

A clever pretty girl.

“Again?” he offers quietly, lowering his gaze because something in him just cannot stand your sweet defiance in a way he never thought possible.

Out of nowhere, he feels…

Embarrassed?

What the fuck.

Of what? He doesn’t know, but he knows he feels his blood creeping neck up and warming his face and he hates you for it, yet he can’t help the need to keep playing with you, just to feel there is something in you that relates to him.

The rest of the league cheers, about it. Magne, Compress and Dabi (surprisingly) engage in the game making bets and pointing moves.

Two games after and he has won two to one (yet in his mind it feels more like a draw after hours of relentless back and forth) when you finally call it for the night before standing, ready to just go to bed.

You give them all the good nights, your eyes lingering on his briefly, like trying to convince yourself that something weird just transpired between the two, just to disappoint yourself when he denies you the pleasure of his attention, seemingly distracted with the little tower between his fingers.

You brush it off like maybe it's only your imagination, maybe that's his way to get competitive and you saw something out of sheer loneliness and stress. You even tell yourself a joke about Stockholm syndrome, completely unaware of how later that night a lanky shadow slither through your bedroom door and watches your sleeping form, just to confirm again that you were, in fact, very pretty.

Chapter 6

[writings-of-a-daphodil]

Fire Keeper: Chapter 4

Douxie x fem reader

Chapter 1

Masterlist in bio!

Series Summary: You are Jim’s older sister who is taking a break from college and has moved back home to Arcadia. You end up joining Jim and his friends on their adventures. Chapter 4 Summary: Road Trip!! It's Jim's Birthday and you offer to take care of all the Trollhunting errands.

“I have to admit, I’m worried that this won’t workout,” you said to Blinky as he put up the last balloon.

“Why do you doubt Master Jim will like his surprise?”

“Jim’s never liked his birthday and I’m not that fond of it either. It marks a bad day for us.”

“Ah, my condolences.”

“Thanks Blinky.”

Soon Jim and Toby were arriving and you had to hide. Jim wouldn't need to be there to ‘stop Aaarrrgghh’ if you were there.

"Hurry run," someone yelled as soon as they saw Jim and Toby.

"It's too late, master Jim. Aaarrrgghh has lost his mind. Save yourself!" you heard Blinky yell.

"I thought Aaarrrgghh was at your house!" Jim asked Toby then he turned to see Aaarrrggh charging. "Oh my gosh. Was it the kitty litter?"

"What the-" Jim yelped as Aaarrrgghh picked him up.

“Surprise!” You called out after Jim realized what was going on.

“Happy birthday Jimbo,” Toby said.

"Happy birthday Jim!" You yelled, a bright smile on your face.

"Happy birthing day, master Jim!" Blinky exclaimed.

Jim looked around in shock.

"Good actor," Aaarrrgghh grunted. You walked up to Jim and smiled.

"Tobias informed us of your human surprise birthday customs. Are you not surprised?!" Blinky stated enthusiastically.

"Uh...that would be one word for it."

"I was convincing," Aaarrrgghh said proudly and you patted him on the back.

"Sixteen years a propitious milestone. Sixteen is when young trolls master command of their bowels." Blinky informed and you wrinkled your nose.

The fanfare came to a halt though as Vendel arrived. "The hero's forge sacred proving grounds for Trollhunters past, present, and future, reduced to mockery."

Your attention snapped to Aaarrrgghh as he popped a balloon. "Balloons pop."

You turned back to Vendel. "It is only temorary, sir. Jim has had a difficult time recently and this was just to show him a little fun," you explained.

"Fine, but you will remove them post-haste. I don't want anything to delay the troll hunters training."

You smiled as you watched Vendel leave then you turned to your brother.

“I know today isn’t your favorite day. It isn’t mine either, but I want you to be happy okay? I’ll let Toby take it from here and I’ll  take care of any trollhunting stuff,” you said hugging Jim tightly.

“Thanks Y/n.”

“Anytime and make sure you have fun,” you pulled away and placed your hands on his shoulders. He was sixteen now, it seemed like just yesterday you were holding him for the first time while your mom watched nervously.

You turned to Toby and mouthed “good luck.” Then you were off to work.

You were only taking a half day if Jim wanted to hang out, but you understood he didn’t so while you worked you pondered what to do next. If there was an emergency then that would take your time, but as far as you knew there weren’t any. You could go and read more of the book you got or you could train. But in the end you decided to go and investigate where Douxie found the book.

At around one thirty you hung up your apron and walked over to the bookshop. This time an ‘on break’ sign was hanging in the window, but you were willing to wait.

You didn’t have to wait long because after you read the sign and moved away from the window Douxie opened the door.

“What brings you here?”

“I have a couple of questions,” you explained.

“Come in.” He held open the door for you and you walked inside. Once inside he led you upstairs to and through another door which appeared to be an apartment. He took a seat at a small dining table and you sat across from him.

“Ask away.”

You took a nervous breath. “Where did you get the book that you gave me the other day?”

“Oh it’s been in the inventory for ages. I think it’s always been in the shop.”

“Okay and there wouldn’t be any more copies out there?” You asked.

“Nope, you’ve got the only one.” His words put you at ease. Somehow you managed to find the only copy of a book written nine hundred years ago by Merlin. That was incredibly lucky.

“Okay, thanks.” You leaned towards the cat to pet him and you realized that you didn’t know his name.

You opened your mouth to ask when your phone rang. You didn’t recognize the number, but it was an Arcadian area code so you decided to answer.

“Hello?” You asked and Douxie walked away towards the register.

“Is this the sorceress?!” The voice, which you recognized as Bagdwella’s, asked loudly. You looked over to Douxie to see if he had heard, but he appeared busy.

“Yes, it’s me. How did you get this number?”

“The Trollhunter left it.” You sighed, hoping that this was at least a real emergency.

“How may I help you?” You asked.

“My sister sent me something in the mail and it got sent to the human town of Hesperia. I need you to get it.”

“I’m sorry, you want me to drive all the way to Hesperia?”

“Yes and hurry. You don’t want troll magic to hurt some humans do you?” She asked then and hung up.  

You took an annoyed deep breath and looked at the time on your phone. You would make it back in time for dinner with your mom.

You turned to Douxie and began stroking his cat. “As much as I’d love to stay and chat, I unfortunately have to drive out to Hesperia.”

“Do you mind if I join you?” It took you a second to register what Douxie had asked you.

You blinked slowly. “I mean it’s not going to be much fun. I’m going to pick up a package, but, um, sure.”

“Alright, just let me close up shop.”

“Take your time.” You took a seat and looked at the texts that Bagdwella had sent you regarding the address of the post office. It was a little difficult to decipher the misspelled words, but you eventually were able to type the right address into your gps.

Douxie came back down the stairs. “Do you mind if I bring Archie? I promise he’ll be great.” He gestured to the cat and you smiled, what an adorably sophisticated name.

“Works for me.” You walked out to your car and got in.

“So,” you began, “why do you want to go to Hesperia?”

“I have a few friends I’d like to see,” he responded looking out the window as Arcadia flew past.

You smiled, “You can do that while I get the package. You don’t want to wait with me in the post office anyways.”

“Yeah.” The two of you settled in for the hour long drive.

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“Are you sure you don't need me to drive you anywhere? It’s just a bunch of houses out here,” you offered and Douxie shook his head.

“It looks like a lovely day to walk and my friend doesn’t live too far from here.”

“Alright enjoy your walk.” You smirked as you got out of the car and the wind blew his hair every which way.

“Oh, don’t laugh at me. Your hair is just as wild.” You laughed, after spending the drive with Douxie, this impromptu road trip wasn’t feeling so inconvenient anymore.

“See you back here at five?”

“See you then, darling.” He walked off with Archie and you started to do the same. As you made your way through the windy parking lot you did your best to not dwell on the nickname he had given you.

After spending an hour in the car with him, talking and listening to music, he was bound to give you a nickname at some point. You had definitely seen your friendship grow as you chatted.

A ding that sounded as you entered the freezing cold post office brought you back to reality. There was unfortunately a long line and you took out your phone to pass the time. You were glad you thought ahead to scan some of the trollish books for later.

Slowly the line got shorter, but as you waited, you felt odd, as if someone was watching you. You tried to ignore the feeling as you got to the front of the line and it eventually went away.

“Hi, I’m here to pick up a package for Bagdwella,” you said with false enthusiasm.

“Your name is Bagdwella?” The girl who was helping you asked.

“Unfortunately.” The girl gave a sympathetic smile and you once again got the feeling you were being watched. You quickly spun around to look, but saw nothing.

The last time someone had been watching was the day your brother got his amulet and that was Blinky. This time Blinky was in Arcadia and it was very sunny outside.

You decided to shove the thoughts aside as the girl began to ask you questions. She left to go get the package and you turned to scan the room again. You spotted movement outside the windows and was tempted to investigate, but the girl came back.

“Here you go.”

“Thanks.” You went out to your car to wait for Douxie.

As you were waiting Jim called. “Y/n! There’s some crazy troll that can show up in sunlight and it wants to kill me!”

“A stalkling!” You let out a small yelp. “Those things are crazy dangerous. Are you okay? Why didn't you call me earlier?”

“I'm fine, Blinky says I should be fine as long as I’m not alone. I have practice for the play tonight and then mom is picking me up." He sighed. "And I didn't tell you because Bagdwella said you were busy. I didn't want to worry you, but I realized I should at least let you know.”

“Okay, thanks. I’m in Hesperia on an errand for Bagdwella, and one of my coworkers is with me. I’ll hurry home.”

“No, I should be fine.”

“Are you sure Jim?”

“Absolutely.”

“Okay, stay safe and if you need to call me!”

“I will, no need to worry.” He hung up and you sighed. You were definitely worried.

Douxie showed up soon and gave you his charming smile. He held up a bag. “I got some food.”

You smiled brightly as he opened up the bag to reveal donuts. You could definitely use some comfort food.

“Yum!” You hopped in the car and began to drive. You turned towards the freeway, but last minute pulled off onto a dirt road.

The sun was slowly setting and it was filling the sky with gorgeous pinks, purples and oranges.  The few clouds that were in the sky only added to the picture. The colors against the still sky blue background stood out and shined. It was a spectacular view.

“The sunsets in the desert are the best,” you explained as you began to eat your donut.

“I’ve seen some pretty spectacular sunsets,” Douxie said, “and this one is definitely up there.”

The two of you ate as the sun began to completely disappear and the stars were barely appearing as you began to drive through the mountains.

It had been really nice to spend some time with Douxie and get to know him. Archie was adorable as well and remarkably well behaved. You would definitely treasure the memory of watching the sunset to together.

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You were fifteen minutes away from Arcadia when it began to rain. Thunder sounded along with the bass in the music and the sky flashed brightly.

Your phone began to ring and you asked Douxie to answer it.

“You’re on speaker Jimbo,” you said.

“Hey, Y/n, please tell me your back from...your errand.”

“I’m fifteen minutes out, why?”

“I really need you to pick me up. Mom can’t and Claire just got picked up. There’s...something out here. I'm going to start riding for home. I'll meet you at the bridge.”

“I’ll be there soon. Call Toby.” Douxie hung up and you began to accelerate. It was dangerous with the wind and rain, but you would protect your brother at all costs.

“Please drop me off at the bookstore.” Douxie requested as you sped down the street, discreetly using magic to keep the two safe.

“Alright.” You turned onto the street and pulled to the side next to the bookstore. You anxiously waited as Douxie hopped out of your car and waved goodbye. You gave a weak smile before speeding off towards the bridge.

You arrived just in time to see Jim being carried higher and higher into the lightning riddled sky. You let out a pained scream as you saw Jim hold up his sword.

Aaarrrgghh and Toby ran up to your car as you got out.

“What do we do?” You cried. Lightning hit Jim and you screamed again. He and the Stalkling began to fall. Aaarrrggh rushed to catch Jim and the Stalkling shattered on the ground before you.

Aaarrrgghh cradled Jim and he slowly woke up. You let out a cry and hugged Toby, the two of you let tears of joy fall. Jim was alive.

The four of you made your way to Trollmarket where Blinky said he had another surprise for Jim. He covered Jim's eyes then revealed to him a 1955 Vespa, something you knew he had always wanted.

You watched the excitement in your brothers face grow as Blinky said they could build the Vespa together. Things were looking up for the two of you.

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A/n: The place in Hesperia is real and the sunsets there are spectacular. The best I've ever seen. Anyways, I want to write a bit of this from Douxie’s POV so expect that tomorrow. I hope you enjoyed this and have a great day/night. Stay safe! :)

Chapter 4.5: https://writings-of-a-daphodil.tumblr.com/post/627488305535205376/fire-keeper-chapter-45

[jessjustplay]

I replayed Final Fantasy X and absolutely loved it!

February 2, 2022

Game: Final Fantasy X HD Remaster First Time/Replaying: Replaying Game Time: 55 hours Console: Nintendo Switch Started: December 17, 2021 Finished: February 2, 2022

I can’t remember the last time I played the HD remaster from beginning to end. I finished the original game on the PS2 a lot, but I can't remember finishing the HD remaster. *shrug*

Playing (and finishing) this on the Nintendo Switch was SO MUCH FUN! I don't have a TV so I played on the tiny Switch screen which was a bummer at times because I would have loved to see the HD glory on a big screen... oh well, one day!

I don’t normally get all of the ultimate weapons for the characters, but in the past I have made it a priority to get Yuna’s ultimate weapon because I #love her.

However, I didn’t get Nirvana this time around! I really could not be bothered with all the side quests and time needed to get her ultimate weapon. And you know what? #noregerts (intentionally misspelled)

I bought Yuna a weapon at the Calm Lands (forgot the name) and that held up well until I went to Zanarkand and got the Magistral Wand by using the destruction sphere. It has half MP which I very much needed!

I modified it a bit using the Customize option. I added Magic +10% and Alchemy (doubles potency of healing items). As for Yuna’s armor, I scored a Ring after a battle, or I bought one, with HP +20% and three empty slots. I added Auto-Med (automatically cures status ailments using the appropriate item), MP +30%, and SOS Protect.

That was what I equipped her with for the final boss fight the first time, but quickly learned I needed Stoneproof! So yes, I fought the final boss twice because I died the first time around from petrification. #sadface

During my first attempt, I made the mistake of using every character and summoning Bahamut during the first version of the final boss. I also had Lulu as version 2 of the final boss showed up which was a huge mistake because Lulu is very slow and I could not get a turn with her! But I learned from my mistakes and sure enough, my 2nd attempt went a whole lot better.

I kept Yuna, Auron, and Kimahri as my three main fighters. I only brought Tidus in once when the final boss’s overdrive gauge was about to get full. By getting Tidus to talk to him, I was able to deplete the final boss’s overdrive back down to 0. Whew! That saved me a lot of headache.

I decided to not use the other characters because they are a waste of time and put you in more danger (I learned this the hard way – ahem, Lulu…)

Kimahri, Auron, and Yuna are a great combo and they are actually my top 3 favorite characters so I had no issues with this. I had Auron and Kimahri learn the Zombie Attack ability which helped a ton and I also gave Yuna and Auron armor with Stoneproof which was an absolute game changer. I only had Stone Ward for Kimahri but that was better than nothing.

Here is a recap of the weapons and armor my characters had (only including the 3 I used to win the game):

• Yuna: Magistral Wand (Half MP Cost, Magic +10%, and Alchemy) and Defending Ring (Stoneproof and Zombieproof) • Kimahri: Knight Lance (Strength +3%, Strength +5%, and Strength +10%) and Soft Armlet (Stone Ward and Alchemy) • Auron: Hunter’s Blade (Piercing, Strength +10%, Strength +5%, and Sensor) and Defending Bracer (Stoneproof and Poisonproof)

I didn’t use any aeons during the first version of the final boss which was super smart. During my first attempt, I brought in Bahamut to defeat him, but this dude did like 80,000+ damage so it was a waste using him during the 1st version of the final boss. During my 2nd attempt, I defeated the first version with a lot of Doublecast Flares, Zombie Attacks, and pure physical attacks, then I brought in Bahamut to deplete a big chunk of version 2’s HP and it was a much smarter move. I’m sure if I had the other aeons they would have been more powerful (maybe?) but Yuna’s magic was at 90 and Bahamut was PLENTY ENOUGH for me.

Here are my final stats!

I’m glad I could defeat the final boss without any of the ultimate weapons or extra aeons. I did level up a lot at the Omega Ruins but I didn’t get far in there since I didn’t want to be far from the save sphere (since the enemies dropped some great items!) The Omega Ruins is such a good place to level up though!

Overall, I enjoyed the game so much. I hadn’t played it in years and even though I didn’t feel like doing all the side quests, I had a lot of fun replaying the game.

There are some things I would do differently (mostly, NOT move Rikku over to Lulu’s area on the sphere grid – such a waste of a time) but I think I did pretty good during this play through.

I don’t think I’ll be playing Final Fantasy X-2 right away because I am going to start Final Fantasy VIII. I think the break from Spira will make me miss it and want to play X-2 even more. 🙂 I’m excited!

[dreamin-of-somewhere-else]

The Secret [2]

Part 1

I got numerous requests to write a part 2 for this (which made me really happy), specifically for some Dean angst, and who am I to turn that down?

Characters: Winchester Brothers x sister!reader

Words: 2900 (I may have gotten a bit carried away, oops.)

[Angst, A bit of blood, Guilt] - But nothing too bad, I wouldn’t say.

Tags: @daughters-and-winsisters, @evyiione

A/N: Also, I just finished this, which might be a bit rushed, so sorry about any misspellings that I failed to notice. I just really wanted to get this up right now!

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Dean always knew Sam had a more complex way of seeing the world of monsters and supernatural creatures. Himself, Dean had adopted John’s more black and white way of thinking. It was just easier that way, because although he admired Sam for that sometimes, he could get annoyed too. It was just harder doing what they do if you chose to let the shades of grey in.

But, this situation was different. Because now it was personal. It was family. And that was the reason for Dean not doing anything about it. He was angry at himself for it, but he didn’t know what to do.

The door to the bunker opened with a creak, and then a heavy slam echoed through the building as it closed. The noise brought Dean out of his thoughts, and he instantly got off his bed to greet Sam, who was the only person it could be.

Even though Dean really liked the bunker, it had some disadvantages. One of them was that he couldn’t keep track of Sam as well as he used to. He had noticed that Sam was gone, but never when he left. Let’s just say it was a big change from the motel rooms.

Dean and Sam had moved into the bunker only days after they parted with you. And even though they moved, traces of you were everywhere. Your old pair of worn and dirty converse stood parked by the door, still, even though you never took them off there. Other stuff of yours — like books, sketch blocks, clothes, your old mp3 player — it was all left in a room you’d never been in. You never left it there. Sam and Dean brought them. Even though it had been over a month — they couldn’t cut you out of their lives. Not permanently. Not yet.

”Hey,” Dean acknowledged Sam as the younger walked down the stairs to the main, living room.

”Hi.”

That was a little stiff, maybe.

”So, what were you doing?” The blond Winchester then questioned, wondering what his little brother had been up to.

”Just… Just in town, checking it out.” Sam shrugged, walking past Dean through the large hall.

Dean did not believe that.

”Oh, come on, Sam. Where were you, really?”

”Why do you need to know?” Sam called out in response, while Dean started following him through the building.

”Why do you need to keep things from me?” Dean retorted, not giving in. He could sense when Sam wasn’t telling the whole truth after over two decades, closer to three, with the kid.

Sam didn’t answer.

”Is this about—” Dean had a hunch, and he decided to venture asking. ”—her? It is about (Y/N), isn’t it?”

Sam groaned as he came to a stop. Dean watched his shoulders rise and then lower down again, until Sam spun around to face his older brother.

”Might be.”

Dean groaned too now. ”Sam, she lied to us.” He still felt unbelievably betrayed, the single thought about it physically pained him.

”Yeah, and I understand her.” Sam spat, rocking an expression that screamed ’I’m freakin’ tired with your shit.’ The tired, disbelieving little smile shared similarities with the ’bitch face’, but this look was far more serious. ”You need to cut her some slack. It’s not her fault she isn’t like us.”

”But she pretended like nothing was wrong for years. She could’ve just told us from the beginning!” Dean defended himself, eyes round and accusingly staring at Sam.

”Sure, but what’s done is done. She’s the one who’s out there, alone!” Sam argued, his arms spreading out wide as he spoke, frustration with the situation showing through his body language.

”Sam, she’s a kitsune. We’re supposed to hunt those.” Dean tried to justify his actions, even though he wasn’t entirely happy with the way he had handled the situation.

”How long will it take for you to realize? Yes, she’s not human. Yes, she’s a supernatural creature. But Dean, for god’s sake, get over it!”

Dean blinked.

”Dean, we are hunters. Hunters are taught to hunt supernatural things, right?” He didn’t give his brother time to answer, because Dean already knew. ”Well, that means others are going to hunt her down sooner or later.”

Dean was taken back. He surely hadn’t thought of that. He had considered you being a danger, but not in danger.

”I’ve been out trying to find her, okay?” Sam continued. ”And I suggest you make up your mind if you want to see her again, before someone finds her and kills her. Because you know very well that it can happen.”

The oldest struggled to process the new piece of knowledge as guilt started to wash over him, even more than before. He shook his head to himself, running his hands through his hair. For you to get slaughtered by hunters was not what he wanted.

”Dean, it’s still her.” Sam now spoke in a softer voice. Dean already understood. ”The girl we know, the girl who lived with us, the girl in your memories. Since she didn’t tell us for years and she’s been a kitsune all that time — it proves that it doesn’t matter. She’s still herself, the same as she’s always been — we just know more about her. And you know how bad it’s out there. If we can hunt kitsunes without a problem, so can others.”

A moment of silence passed.

”I’ve screwed things up haven’t I?” Dean then muttered, both to Sam and to himself. ”I’ve just made it much worse that it has to be.”

”I understand, I felt betrayed too. Who would have thought (Y/N) was a supernatural creature. (Y/N), of all people.” Sam let out a humorless laugh. ”But, the world is complicated. There’s shades of grey everywhere. I know you see things the way Dad taught you, I do too at times, but we need to believe in what we see, not what he said. Supernatural doesn’t equal bad.”

Dean nodded. ”We need to fix this, Sam. I mean, I don’t know if we ever can fix things between us… B-but, we should keep her safe, at least. You’re right, and I’m with you.”

Dean hurried after the silhouette in front of him. It was one month later, and Dean could have sworn it was you. He and Sam had searched, what it felt like, every inch, and then you just appear out of nowhere. Well, if it was you, Dean wasn’t completely sure. But, he wasn’t letting go until he was.

The young woman in front of him shot a look over her shoulder, and Dean quickly hid himself against the closest wall, invisible in the darkness of the alley.

Then, she looked forward again and hurried on, and Dean followed. He knew now. It was you, he could tell by the hair, the clothes, the silhouette and the facial structure all together. It was just scraps and pieces, he couldn’t see well through the darkness of the alley. But, it was enough.

So, he picked up the tempo, to catch you before you exited the alley, disappearing around the corner, possibly gone forever. This might be Dean’s only shot and he wasn’t going to mess it up. Not like he messed it up the last time you saw each other.

Dean’s steps got louder, heavier, and you noticed it. You walked faster. Dean was running. You weren’t — you were too tired. Dean caught up with you, and placed his hand on your shoulder and spun you around.

He was in for a rollercoaster of emotions.

First he was felt indescribable relief. It was actually you, his hand was on your shoulder. At last, after days where Dean didn’t even think of anything else than that he might never see you again.

The next emotion was uneasiness, once he saw your eyes that stared back at him, open wide. They were still the same, beautiful color, but the pupils were different. They were outstretched, like a cat’s — or a fox’s. A lump formed in Dean’s stomach and it took everything he had not to flinch.

The uneasiness intensified and transformed into worry once he saw your hands. They were covered in dark crimson. Drying blood — everywhere. Dean found himself wishing badly that you hadn’t hurt anyone. Although it didn’t seem like you, Dean didn’t know for sure, this was new territory for him.

But the worry transformed into fear, after he intuitionally lifted your jacket — to reveal a huge bloodstain on your shirt. He immediately grabbed your upper arms with both hands, as if he was scared you would collapse any moment.

”(Y/N)?” He asked, voice trembling and his eyes pooling with concern. His eyes wandered off the bloodied shirt, and came to a stop by the gaping whole in the fabric over your chest. Underneath a nasty wound showed itself, digging deep into your ribcage.  

”Dean?” Your voice was filled with disbelief. You were more focused on Dean being back than your own state.

”You bet.” Dean smiled just a little but it reached nowhere near his eyes. ”(Y/N), you’re hurt, I—”

”I-I know. It was a… close call.” You interrupted, panting. ”If it wasn’t for the fighting skills you taught me… I p-probably wouldn’t be standing here. So thanks for that.” Your voice wasn’t angry but it wasn’t happy either. It was lacking most traces of emotion.

”Can I do something—”

”No, it’ll heal… Just hurts right now.” You interrupted once again.

”Was… Was it hunters?” Dean was scared to ask. He hoped with all his heart that it wasn’t. That Sam wasn’t right about you being in constant, serious, danger.

”Three of them.” You spoke, looking at Dean with a blank expression.

Dean shook his head to himself, anger and guilt welling up inside. He felt a burning desire to find those sons of bitches and make them pay for this.

An awkward silence fell over you two, and you raised your eyebrows at how Dean still seemed unsure and uneasy. His glance was wobbly and hands slightly trembling.

”What?”

”Your eyes…” Dean murmured.

You instantly took your gaze away from him and stared down at the asphalt. You hadn’t even noticed your eyes, probably because the pain in your chest overtook everything.

”Why are you here?” You then asked. By the way he had acted the last time you saw each other, that night on the hunt, you had expected to never see him again.

He had told you that he killed those like you, and now, here he was wondering about the bloodstains on your shirt that those like him had caused.

”I’m so sorry.” He blurted out, his voice cracking. You lifted your gaze to look at him, and saw the pain radiating from his eyes. ”I’m so, so, sorry.”

Too surprised to speak, you remained quiet.

”I messed everything up.” Dean drew an unsteady breath. ”You’re our family. And it shouldn’t have taken me 2 months and Sam yelling at me to realize that.”

You nodded, lost for words, still.

”W-what you are… We can work around it. You’re still you. A-and I don’t want you out on your own, where hunters can get to you.”

You let out a weak, humorless laugh. ”Me neither.”

”I’m so sorry. I-I wish I could take it back, what I said.”

You nodded. It was quiet for a moment before you spoke up.

”You and Sam— You kinda… are my only family.” You fumbled with your words. ”Well — I don’t have any real family, but…”

”No, (Y/N), Sam and I are your real family. If you still want us to be.” Dean offered tentatively, although his eyes pleadingly screamed for you to please let them be your family.

You nodded. ”Yeah… I-I would like that.” The corners of your lips curled into a small smile.

”Thank you.”

”You don’t have to thank me.” You objected, slightly frowning.

”I do.” Dean assured you. ”This is all my fault, and I don’t deserve—”

”Hey, Dean!” You stopped him. ”Don’t guilt yourself to death, okay?”

Dean closed his mouth and nodded.

”I forgive you.”

”You do?” He asked in disbelief.

”I do. Now, where’s Sam?” You then questioned, changing the topic.

As on queue, Dean’s cellphone rang.

”Speaking of the devil.” He declared, with the trace of a smirk on his face. You felt a some of the weight on your shoulders lift when you saw it — it made Dean looked more like his usual self — something you didn’t even know you wanted to see. ”Hiya, Sammy.” Dean answered the phone.

You were quiet while Dean talked to Sam. You had good hearing, better than both of them knew, but you didn’t bother listening in on the conversation. Instead you just took in the moment.

It had gotten considerably darker since Dean found you, the last of the sunlight had settled below the horizon. It was pretty quiet, although you could hear a car somewhere in the distance. A couple talking as they walked down the street the alley you stood in eventually opened up to. You kept your eyes on the opening between the tall buildings as you waited for the two to walk into your view as you heard their voices growing louder. But instead — someone else stepped into the opening of the alley. Someone far better.

”Sam,” you whispered as your eyes met with his hazel ones. Meanwhile, he lowered the phone and hung up.

”(Y/N)!” He exclaimed as relief filled his eyes, although concern soon fought it off.

He started running towards you.

”Are you hurt?” Sam’s voice was stressed, trembling, as he stared at the blood.

”I’m going to be fine.” You smiled. You were so happy to see him — to see them both. The resentment you felt towards Dean when he showed up had melted off you. You were tired of being angry. Instead, you let the euphoria overtake you.

The relief returned to Sam’s eyes, and he became the representation of how you were feeling. He let out a laugh as he threw his arms around you, and clutched you tightly against his chest. You held in a groan as your wounds still hurt a bit, but you didn’t want him to let you go — not for the world.

Dean watched with admiration in his eyes. His brother and his sister, reunited. Two of the people Dean kept closest to his heart.

”I’m so sorry.” Sam spoke, and you felt his voice rumble through his chest. ”Oh god, I thought for sure someone had gotten to you…”

”Sam, it’s okay.” You reassured him. ”I forgive you, and even if someone tried — I can assure you that I’m not easy to kill. Promise.”

”Okay,” Sam nodded, and let out a deep breath. You felt his heartbeat slow down to a more normal, calm, rate. ”I’m not letting you out of my sight again.”

Then he let you go, and you looked over at Dean, who was watching over you with round, soulful green eyes. You couldn’t stop yourself, before you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around his upper body.

After hugging him for a moment, you stepped back. ”I’m sorry I lied for years.”

”We’re sorry for what we said and leaving you.” Sam countered.

”What about we just forget it?” Dean offered, and both you and Sam nodded. ”Let’s go home, instead.”

You rose your eyebrows, the way Dean said home got you curious, as if there was something you had missed.

”We have something to show you.” Dean explained, anticipation in his eyes, and you smiled.

What could it be?

Arriving at the bunker, you felt the excitement grow inside of you. An actual home. Dean and Sam watched your reaction with smiles on their faces.

Now, you would have walked around and explored the building — if you weren’t exhausted. It had been a long day — heck, months — and the run in with the hunters that came after you had taken a toll on you. Sure, you were a kitsune, more powerful than any human, but your body had used up most of its energy healing itself. And now, you were ready to turn in for the night.

Sam and Dean saw this, and understood. So, Dean looped his arm through yours and began leading you towards his room. You would soon get your own room, of course, the bunker had a lot of space, but for now his and Sam’s were the only ones with made beds, so for the night, it would have to do.

Entering the room, you immediately crashed down onto the bed, and Dean gently pulled the covers  over you. You flipped over to your stomach and instinctively pulled the blankets over you head, snuggling into the bedding, just like you always did.

Just as Dean thought you were out, you spoke up. ”I love you, Dean.”

Dean felt how your words tugged at his heartstrings. ”I love you too, (Y/N).”

He smiled and ran a hand over your hair.

You shifted a bit, and snuggled in further under the covers. ”Tell Sammy I love him too.” You added, mumbling. Then, you nodded off into sleep.

Of course Dean would tell Sam that, because just like Dean, Sam probably needed to hear it again.

And even though Dean still kind of felt like he didn’t deserve it, he was beyond happy to hear you say it; that you loved him. Because, he loved you too.

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

CONQUEST

Prompt: Based on the song Conquest (which originally is a Patti Page song but I’m using The White Stripes version because I love Jack White 🥰)

Word Count: Long-ish

Pairings: Seth Rollins x Reader

Warnings: Implied smut, love spell, a witch and a heartbreaker.

Tag: @marlananicole , @theworldofotps , @new-zealand-chic , @yungbludjazz360 , @drewmcintyrekoccsrocbwdgfan

Notes: So, one of my best friends was digging through her old laptop (one I used to use all the time when I was in her house) and found this little treasure into one of the writing folders. She thought it would be a good idea for me to post it so she sent it to me ☺️ Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings, english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla), check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) You can check them out on my Masterlist. Okay,now let’s get to the fun part, shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

Conquest

He was out to make a conquest

Didn't care what harm was done

Just as long as he won the prize

‘The most beautiful man I’ve ever seen’ that’s how I would describe him.

‘The biggest manwhore in the world’ is also how I would describe him.

Not trustworthy at all, but still, that didn’t stopped me from wanting him...

Conquest

She was just another conquest

Didn't care whose heart was broke

Love to him was a joke

'Til he looked into her eyes

Softly singing an enchantment, I pour the honey and rose petals on the bowl. As the candles burned, I imagine my soon to be husband...his long dark hair, hypnotic chocolate brown eyes, smug smile, full beard, soft lips, rough hands that I couldn’t wait to have it roaming through my body

And then in the strange way things happen

Their roles were reversed from that day

The hunted became the huntress

The hunter became the prey

I walk into the pub I always see him at, and faithfully there he is. One redhead sitting on his left thigh, one blonde sitting on his right thigh but I don’t let that discourage me, that was expected considering whom we are talking about.

I take a sit at one of the bar stools and ordered a jack and coke. All I had to do was wait for him to make his move, which I knew he would at any minute now.

After 10 minutes, I can feel his gaze upon my figure...weighing his options, debating what should he do, what should he say, how he should approach me.

He left both women sitting there and made his way to the bar

“Jack and coke, huh? You don’t seem like the type”

“Don’t seem like the type of what?” I asked him

“Who likes the stronger stuff” He smirks

“Oh darling, you have no idea” I giggled, sipping my drink

“I’m Seth, by the way. You?”

“I thought you already had company” I point with my chin towards the two women waiting for him

“Well, nice to meet you Mrs. I thought you already had company. It’s a lovely name although kinda long” Seth chuckled

I rolled my eyes, saying “Y/N, the name is Y/N”

“So what do you say about finishing your drink back at my place, Y/N?”

“I would love to” I smiled fondly

Conquest

Now you know who made the conquest

She with all her female guile

Led him helpless down the aisle

She had finally made a conquest

Enjoying our post orgasmic bliss laying on his bed, Seth asked

“Is it true what people say?”

“About?”

“You being the daughter of the most powerful witch in Iowa?” He laughed

“What?” I rest my chin upon his chest “Of course not!” I lied “Do people still talk about that?” I chuckled

“Apparently yes, they still do” Seth seemed embarrassed

“I swear this people still think we live in the XVI century!” I straddle his hips, letting the sheet that covered my body fall upon his chest.

“If that was the case, I would have done some sort of love spell for you, wouldn’t I?” I tease him

“I guess you would” He smirked when my hips began to move, making him grow hard again

“Do you think I did that, Seth?”

“You would never do that, baby” He moaned

I position him at my entrance and sank down on it, making us both gasp. I begin to ride him and leaning down to his lips I whispered

“Of course I wouldn’t!” I lie and kissed his lips.

And then in the strange way things happen

Their roles were reversed from that day

The hunted became the huntress

The hunter became the prey

6 MONTHS LATER

“I love you” Seth giggles, offering me some of his ice cream

“I love you too, babe” I gave it a lick on his ice cream “That’s so good!” I moan

“Told you” He cackled, sitting down in one of the park benches and pulling me down, to sit on his lap

“Marry me” He suddenly said, making me almost choke on the ice cream

“What?”

“I said, marry me” Seth chuckled

“What kind of man are you? You don’t even ask, just assume I’ll say yes! That hurts, babe” I joke

Seth laughed loud

“I love you, you’re the woman of my life and you love me. There’s no need for asking! It’s a simple math...So, will you?” He asked hopeful

“Yes, I will” I smiled widely

Conquest

Now you know who made the conquest

She with all her female guile

Led him helpless down the aisle

She had finally made a conquest

Conquest

2 MONTHS LATER

“So, what do you think?” Seth asked as I look around our honeymoon suite in Hawaii.

“It’s perfect” I touched the rose petals upon the bed

“You’re perfect! Everything I’ve always wanted in a woman. My world, my wife, my life, my everything” He kissed me lovingly

“And no witch spell was required for that” Seth joked

“No” I giggled and hugged him tightly, placing my chin upon his shoulder “Of course not!” I lied

Staring at the ocean with a smug smirk on my face...

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