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[pepurrminto]

goodbye, you sad smile

[pathologicalreid]

You write fluff and flangst absolutely amazingly and I’m in awe every dang time!

Buuut since you’ve got spring break coming up, a little fic idea that’s in my head that I’ll never do justice! (If you’re interested)

Fem!reader finding out an adorable way to tell Spencer she’s pregnant. I don’t care if they’re dating or married or what - but like she puts together a crossword, or a puzzle and he just doesn’t get it. (If you wanna throw angst in, he leaves without getting it for a case and then realizes it in the middle of the night.)

puzzling | S.R.

trying to tell Spencer you're pregnant, but he's too concerned with your well-being to fill out your custom crossword puzzle

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: fluff content warnings: pregnancy and misc. symptoms., talk of fainting and blood tests. word count: 1.69k a/n: welcome back to the spencer reid dilf agenda! i hope this does your request justice and thank you for entrusting me with this idea!!!! <3

you

It was your pride and joy, the collection of folded papers that sat on the kitchen counter, next to a cup of coffee that you had already filled for him.

On your fake newspaper, you had created a custom crossword puzzle. With four very important clues.

Across: “Early stage of life”

Across: “American actress Frances _”

Down: “Must be finished by”

Down: “Veteran’s Day month”

You smiled softly to yourself as you heard Spencer’s footsteps coming down the staircase. Padding over to the kitchen counter, you sat on one of the stools, a cup of tea in front of you.

Before he even looked at the newspaper, Spencer leaned over to kiss you good morning, “You look tired,” he whispered, hooking a finger under your chin as if he were investigating the dark circles underneath your eyes.

“Way to make a girl feel good about herself,” you teased lightly, even though you knew he was right. At least you felt tired.

He rolled his eyes, “You know that’s not what I meant.” Turning to grab his mug of coffee off of the counter, he observed you again, “Are you sure your doctor said nothing was wrong?”

Smiling, you gave him a brief nod. You had gone to see your doctor a few days ago for nausea and fatigue, and Spencer would’ve gone with you had he not been on the other side of the country on a case. “They’re running some tests, but they didn’t see anything blatantly wrong,” the doctor was running a few blood tests, checking your iron levels and HCG.

Using his free hand, Spencer reached over and moved a lock of hair out of your face, “They said your blood pressure was low?”

Low blood pressure, as it turned out, was a pregnancy symptom that was most common in the first trimester. “You’re freaking out over nothing, Spence,” you told him. Really, it was something. A rather large something – or small, depending on how you wanted to look at it. “Come on, it’s crossword time,” you told him, using the end of the pen to tap on the newspaper.

“I worry about you when I’m away. You do know that low blood pressure can cause syncope, right? Did they prescribe you anything for it?” He asked, ignoring your wishes to move on and do the crossword.

There was a small part of you that just wanted to tell him, but frankly, you had worked too hard on the crossword puzzle to give yourself away like that. You couldn’t tell him that they didn’t prescribe you anything because they didn’t know how far along you were. A larger part of you knew that if you just got him to work on the puzzle, he would have his answers in about seven minutes.

Then his phone rang, he pulled the device out of his pocket, and the Caller ID on the screen caused you to slump your shoulders forward. It was Garcia. “Hey Garcia,” he greeted on the phone, “at the tarmac?”

You set your head on the counter and sighed in defeat as Spencer hung up the phone.

“Are you alright?” He asked you softly, tenderly wrapping an arm around your torso.

Humming, you sat back up, ignoring the stars in your field of vision as you did so. “I’m fine, you should go,” you insisted.

Spencer shook his head, “No, you’re sick. I’ll call Garcia back and tell her I have to stay back.” Acting bewildered at the idea that he had been so remiss as to agree to do his job while you were unwell.

You reached out and set a hand on his, “It’s alright, love. I can take care of myself,” you reminded him. Besides the fact that you were wholly self-sufficient, the only reason why Spencer would be asked to meet the team at the tarmac was if they were headed toward a particularly gnarly case – they needed all hands on deck.

“Promise me you’ll check in? Call your mom if you need any help, please,” he requested, pleading eyes following you as you got up to hug him.

Nodding, you wrapped your arms around him, “You should take the crossword with you.” Pulling away, you haphazardly refolded the newspaper and handed it to him.

Furrowing his brow, Spencer inspected the paper that you had given him. “We always do the crossword together on Saturdays,” he found you incredibly helpful on the pop culture clues. “We could save this one and then have two for next week,” he offered.

God. No. Your eyes widened at the idea of having to keep your secret for another week, shaking your head, you shrugged, “No, you should take it. It’ll make me look forward to next week even more,” you insisted.

He folded, and with a sweet kiss to the forehead, he was off to go save lives, remaining entirely unaware of the one growing inside of you.

him

The judgmental Italian behind him was proving to be a distraction, “Did you find something?” Spencer asked, eyeing the evidence board with frustration. Something bugged him about the case, and he couldn’t figure out exactly what it was.

“Not right now, but it’s three in the morning,” Rossi said, joining Spencer by the evidence board. “Why don’t you give that big brain of yours a break?”

Shaking his head, Spencer crossed his arms in front of his chest, “I tried. I can’t stop thinking about the case.” Men were popping up dead in a small Missouri town at an alarming rate, and he felt so close to a breakthrough.

Dave nodded like he understood the feeling, that was probably why he had emerged from his hotel room so early, returning to the precinct before the sun peeked over the horizon. “What do you usually do to wind your brain down?”

Raising his eyebrows, Spencer shrugged, “Crossword puzzles,” he admitted, any word puzzle would do the trick.

The chuckle from the older man next to him startled Spencer, “Now, why doesn’t that surprise me?” Rossi looked around the precinct, “I’m sure we can find one around here somewhere.”

“No,” Spencer said, “I have one in my bag, actually.” He refrained from including the detail that you had given him the crossword puzzle, or else he’d never hear the end of it.

Clapping him on the back, Rossi lifted his coffee cup, “Then I suggest you go take the thirty seconds to fill out that puzzle and then get some rest.”

Once he was back in his hotel room, he changed before pulling out the pile of papers that you had sent him off with. Sitting on top of the bed, he filled out the puzzle in approximately six minutes and forty-three seconds. Once the letters were filled in, he skimmed the puzzle – just to check it over.

The only one that might’ve given him trouble was about an American actress – usually he had you to help him with pop culture, but he recalled having the same last name as an actress in Days of Our Lives.

It was interesting that the words “Baby” and “Reid” were right next to each other.

Wait.

Quickly, he calculated the odds that the words “Baby” “Reid” “Due” and “November” were all in the puzzle and when the numbers were put together, they made your anniversary. Spencer just as quickly called you, listening to the phone ringing.

His heart was racing as he waited to see if you answered the phone. “Hey,” your groggy voice came through the receiver.

“Where did you get this crossword puzzle?” He asked you, flipping through the rest of the newspaper for the first time.

You hummed softly, “You’re doing it right now?”

Looking at the alarm clock on his bedside table, he dropped his face into his hands. “I’m sorry, love. I didn’t even think about the time,” it was just past four in the morning now, making it just past five in the morning in Virginia. “I just thought that…” his voice trailed off. What if it was just a coincidence?

There was silence on your end of the call, and he wondered if you had fallen asleep. You hadn’t been feeling well, and he’d woken you up with his phone call. “You thought what, Spence?”

The teasing lilt in your voice had given you away to him immediately. He knew. Every one of his suspicions were confirmed, “Y/N Reid,” he breathed.

“Spencer Reid,” you countered.

He took a deep breath, “Are you pregnant?”

“Yeah,” you answered simply, with about as much enthusiasm as he expected from you at five in the morning.

It all started to make sense to him. The low blood pressure, the drowsiness, and even the slight caginess when it came to him asking about your doctor’s visit. He swiped away a few stray tears, “I don’t know what to say.” It wasn’t a feeling he was overly used to.

You cleared your throat, “Are you happy?” Nerves clouded your voice, and he could hear you becoming more awake – more alert.

“I am,” he searched aimlessly. Elated. Thrilled. Ecstatic. “I’m so happy,” he told you, at a loss for words. “I don’t know what to say, I just… God, are you okay?” Dread washed over him, you were alone, sick, and pregnant at home and he was halfway across the country.

Sighing, he heard a ruffling on the other end of the call. “I’m great. I’m exhausted, I had no idea being pregnant was so tiring. I mean, I knew, but I didn’t know.” You sighed again, “I’m not making any sense.”

He laughed lightly at your rambling, “You’re making perfect sense. Chances are your energy will return during the second trimester.”

“Don’t get my hopes up.” You paused again for just a moment, “I’m sorry if I scared you. With the whole doctor’s appointment thing. They really are keeping an eye on my blood pressure and whole slew of other things, but they know the root cause.”

A giddy smile grew on his face, “It’s because you’re pregnant.”

A soft hum came through the phone, “It’s because I’m pregnant,” you concurred.

[wisteria-lotus]

Just Forty Minutes

written by: Lotus

Edited by: Wisteria

Short synopsis: Yuji was over at your house when all of a sudden Sukuna takes over his body and does yk what with you…

Content MDNI: contains nsfw! , 18+ content, smut, explicit language, slightly forced sex, vaginal fingering, rough sex, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, degradation, breast play (tell us if we missed anything!!)

Pairing: Sukuna x fem!reader (yuji itadori/ gojo satoru mentioned)

Sorcerer AU

It was  three in the afternoon, the time Itadori Yuji and Satoru Gojo (for some reason), came over and trained with you. Both you and Yuji were students of Gojo. 

When you came to Tokyo Jujutsu High as a first year student, the first person to confront you was Yuji. He was a bundle of sunshine, and at first, he was a bit much, especially for someone as introverted as you. But as time passed by, you realized he was a great companion and a helpful partner to have as a friend. You started to become more comfortable around him, treating him like your own sibling. 

You waited outside the front of your house, waiting for Yuji to arrive. Gojo had informed you both that he wasn’t going to be able to make it because he was feeling under the weather when he was probably just busy stuffing food in his mouth. You saw Yuji in the distance waving at you with his wide smile that brightened up the whole room, no, the whole world even. “Y/N!!!”, he called out to you, rushing towards you. You gave him a small smile back and waved your hand. “Ah… I think I left my dagger in your room the last time I came over. I can go get it real quick!” With that, he ran towards your house, pushing open the front door, and clambering up the staircase. You let out a small chuckle, seeing him hurry upstairs like a little puppy. You went into the kitchen and prepared a few snacks and drinks for later, setting it on the dinner table. You continued to wait for Yuji to come back down as you sat on the chair in front of the table. “Tap, tap, tap, tap tap tap….” your index finger tapped the table and your eyes drifted up to look at the clock. 3:45. You frowned and got up from your seat, heading upstairs to find Yuji. There was no way he was looking for his dagger for that long. What was he even doing up there? 

It was deadly quiet and everything was rigidly still in the house. It was unsettling how quiet it was. Yuji was a loud talker and unless something bad was happening, he wouldn’t be this silent. You quickened your pace and came right in front of your bedroom door. There was nothing off about it. The translucent paper on the sliding door helped you make out a faint black figure from the outside, which you identified as Yuji. The figure (Yuji) was still, yet you couldn’t hear a single sound. You cautiously placed a hand onto the door softly and took in a big breath in to soothe your nerves. You didn’t understand why you were so uneasy like this when it was just Yuji but a subconscious part of you knew something was off and it was driving you crazy. With the mustered courage you had inside of you, you slid the door open with your palm to reveal Yuji sitting on the bed. Your eyes landed on him and you let out a sigh of relief. “Yuji, you scared the shit out of me! I'm so glad you're okay,” you walked towards him with a smile of relief. “But what took you so long getting your dagger? You’ve been up here for around 40 minutes…” Your voice trailed off as you heard no response from him, and you looked at him confused. Your eyes trailed down his face and saw the dirty smirk plastered on his face. A smirk? Your brows furrowed. Yuji would never have such an expression on his face looking at you like that, it was usually a happy, bright smile. You laughed nervously. “Yuji, what are you doing on my bed? We should go downstairs before it gets any later. We haven’t even started our training session like Gojo told us to.”

Yuji looked straight back at you, tilting his head slightly. “Go down? And why would we ever do that? We have everything we need up here, especially a comfortable bed to do nothing but sit on. I didn't see a bed downstairs. Unless… you want to do it without a bed.” he said, his red eyes burning up like a blazing fire. His voice wasn't Yuji's and it was deeper and something more… sinister. Then suddenly, you could see faint black marks forming on his cheeks, leaning down to his chin, and then another mark on his forehead. Your eyes went wide with shock and fear as you stood there, not daring to move. “Have you finally figured out who’s standing in front of you darling?” He asked, his arrogant smirk still plastered onto his mouth. Sukuna, the king of curses, was sitting on your own bed. Your hands began to shake as you covered your mouth with one of your hands. “Oh, don't be too surprised. It looks like you’ve seen a ghost,” he chuckled, rolling those blazing crimson eyes at you. “I'm just taking over Yuji’s body for some time and I’ll give it right back to him, I promise. I didn't want to miss a chance with someone as pretty as you.” “What did you do to Yuji, you monster?!” You snapped in an unsteady voice. Sukuna held up his hands as if he was completely innocent. “Me? I didn’t do a single thing!” He said with a stupid grin. “Yuji just let down his guard a little and he's struggling quite a bit trying to get his body back. Serves him right. But no worries, I did promise to him that I’ll give him control after I’m done.” 

Your head was swirling with thoughts and emotions. You felt scared and shocked, but mostly worried for Yuji. You stumbled back and wondered what the hell he wanted from you. You considered making a run for it, but you knew how much of a dumb mistake that would be. You bit the inside of your cheek and felt a tinge of iron from the blood. “W-what do you want from me?” You asked, trying to be confident and seem strong but it came out as a weak question. Sukuna leaned forward, his thick, veiny arms covered in those b̶e̶a̶u̶t̶i̶f̶u̶l̶ darn black marks, resting on his thighs. “Since I wasted 40 minutes of your time being up here, having a nice little chat with Yuji, I just want to give those 40 minutes back to you. Just give me 40 more minutes of your beloved time and I’ll make it the best minutes of your life. Trust me, you know it’ll be worth it.” You froze and considered what he was offering. It was absurd of you to possibly accept but what other choice was there? Your power was nothing compared to him. You had just started training your cursed energy so there was no chance of you winning against special grade curses, nevertheless, the king of curses. Even if you tried to run away, he would probably take your life in a few seconds and the risks were too great to take. “Then… if I offer myself to you f-for 40 minutes, you’ll act as if nothing happened and bring Yuji back safe and sound? Is that right?” Sukuna gave her a wicked grin and she could feel his sharp gaze on her. “Of course. Just 40 minutes with you and I’ll bring back your beloved Yuji with not a single scratch. And, on top of that, it’ll be like nothing even happened! Everything will go normal after and all will be in place.” “Fine I accept…” you whispered with a timid voice, your face flushed in humiliation after realizing those three words would be the ones deciding your virginity. 

His eyes roamed your body shamelessly and in a blink of an eye, you were pushed down onto the bed by his large, calloused hands. “Agh-” You rubbed your head, trying to gain consciousness of what happened after he threw you on to the mattress as if you weighed as much as a mere rag doll. Sukuna glanced at you, wincing and scoffed. “You’re already riled up after I gently put you down on the bed? What a weakling. How do you even call yourself a sorcerer? You glared at him and sat up. “I don't know what your definition of gentle is but that push was definitely not gentle! And I am not weak. I'm an improving sorcerer that’ll-” Sukuna pushed you down again, not wanting to hear your little rant. “You’re right about that. I don’t know how to be gentle but maybe if you’re lucky, I’ll learn with you.” His face leaned in close to yours, his huge, built body on top of yours. His hand reached towards the side of your cheek, his hardened fingers grazing your jaw. His hand traveled to your hair, the locks of your hair intertwined with his fingers. You could feel his warm breath against your skin and it made you shiver in fear mixed with…excitement? He was somehow affectionate with his lingering touches, something you wouldn’t expect from a cold hearted monster like him. You stared at the face above you and made out every mark etched onto his skin. His sharp features and his beautiful crimson eyes that stared into yours was downright gorgeous. He had a sharp jawline that could cut steel and his pink hair from Yuji was riled up and more fiery. In short, he was beautiful. A sort of beauty that when you look into their eyes, you're instantly captivated and all the hate for them that ever existed before dissipates slowly until you only feel a need to be in their arms. “Sukuna…” you breathed out, barely audible. You could see a slight smirk tugging at his lips as his lips landed right on yours. You found his lips to be soft, unlike the rough lips you expected it to be. Your eyes slowly closed as you tasted his sweet mouth, continuing to deepen the kiss. “You taste wonderful,” he muttered. Then, you suddenly felt his tongue circling the inside of your mouth, powerful and strong. You weren’t ready for that sudden move and quickly shoved him away, weirded out by the feeling of his tongue. “No!” Sukuna’s eyes narrowed slightly at your sudden outburst. The two of you remained like this, staring at each other in silence, until he lifted up his hand. You flinched, expecting a sharp slap across your cheek but instead, his palm clamped right onto your mouth. You suddenly felt a weird sensation, as you felt something inside of your mouth. You were quick to realize that he had a mouth on his palm and he had used that to his advantage. “MMH!” you whined, complaining. “Oh shut up you whore. We haven’t even started.” He snapped back, pushing his palm onto your mouth harder, filling your mouth with his tongue. His tongue explored every inch of your mouth, your body starting to heat up. After that small act of defiance you had shown, Sukuna gave you no mercy. All of his gentleness was gone and you could really see who exactly you were in bed with. You couldn’t breath and after what felt like a lifetime, he finally lifted his hand, allowing you to catch a breath. You gasped for air while Sukuna looked down at you with disdain. 

After you caught your breath, your gaze lifted and you saw Sukuna throwing his shirt to the back of the room. He revealed a very built body, with toned muscles, and a six pack. His complexion and structure was godly and you were left gaping in wonder. Sukuna let out a short laugh. “Are you enjoying the view, my pretty little slut?” Your eyes were quick to drift away. “Don't be shy~” he whispered into your ear. He started fumbling with the button of your blouse and began undoing all of the buttons on it. You turned bright red and he continued going until the top was off of you completely, another piece of clothing thrown to your bedroom floor. You lay in bed, your clothes ridden off, and now revealing your bra. Sukuna’s eyes glimmered as he explored your body with his eyes. He then frowned. “This is blocking my view.” With a single swipe of his hand, he unclasped the back of your bra and it went flying onto the floor. He smirked. “That's better.” His hands greedily touched every part of your body. One hand rested on one of your breasts, which he fondled. As Sukuna’s hand delved deeper into her chest, her nipples hardened, betraying your timidity. His finger began circling your nipple and his thumb brushed against the peak of it, earning a whimper from you. The sound you made seemed to excite him, as his other hand slid down your waist and rubbed your hips. Then as soon as his hand was going to reach the part of you most needy, he drifted his hand upwards, moving away. You let out a whine of disappointment and his hand went over to her other breast, playing with it. He lowered his head and grazed his sharp teeth on your shoulders and nipped at the skin on your collar bone. Shortly after, he sucked on the spot and the pain that was once there was replaced with a sense of ease. His tongue glided up the side of your neck, your neck engrossed with his saliva. He continued on, marking you with the hickeys he gave you, covering your once untouched skin with numerous  and obvious markings. His hand drifted down until it reached the hem of your pants. Sukuna ripped your pants  and got rid of it, providing him full access. His finger tugged on the hem of your panties and he started tracing the outline of it. He took his hand and brought it further down, feeling the wetness. “Such a needy little one aren't we?” His finger hovered above your wet clit and he grazed it with his fingers. You let out a moan and put a shaky hand onto his arm. Sukuna grinned and peeled off the flimsy piece of fabric and threw it to the side. You let out a quiet gasp as he slipped a finger inside your folds, and then two at once. You felt his thick fingers pumping out of you aggressively as your moans grew louder from each touch from him. He tried slipping a third finger inside of you. “You’re so tight right here,” he muttered, trying to sooth you with one hand on your stomach to calm you down. Just when you were about to cum from just his fingers, he stopped. You whimpered and complained. He just gave you an annoying look and as you were about to say something, you heard the zip of his pants. 

You snuck a look and saw his large, hard cock. Your eyes lingered and your heart skipped a beat at the sight of it. He came closer to you and positioned himself so his cock was pressing softly against your entrance. “Say it,” he growled. “Say that you want me, that you need me, that you want me to fuck you.” You let out a shudder and whimpered, “Please- I need you Sukuna-” You were cut off by the sudden intrusion and you let out a sharp yelp. You could feel his large, rock hard cock stretching you and your hands instantly clung on to the sheets. Then, he started to move inside of you, his thrusts slow and shallow at first. His fingers found your clit, rubbing it firmly in time with his thrusts. You could feel yourself tighten against his cock. “That’s it, squeeze me tight, Y/N.” His thrusts became more aggressive after every one, creating a fast and steady rhythm. The room was filled with the sounds of flesh meeting flesh combined with your loud moans of ecstasy and his soft grunts. You felt yourself reach your climax and just then, he pulled his cock out. “No! Sukuna, you evil bitch!!” you cried out, needy for more. “See? Told you that you needed me, you fucking slut.” Sukuna left you writhing on bed, whining for more. After a few seconds, he positioned himself between your legs, his cock hard once more. He rubbed the tip of his cock against your clit, teasing you before sliding it back into your tight pussy. He began to thrust into you, his pace starting slow but building in intensity. His finger dug into your hips, leaving marks as he fucked you roughly, claiming you as his own. You continued your moans of pleasure once again. “I love the little sounds you make… I want you to hear all the sounds you have to make,” he whispered into your ear, his voice dripping with dominance, as you felt his breath against it. 

Sweat dripped down both of your bodies as his thrusts grew more erratic, the final moments of his climax approaching. As soon as he took his cock out, she couldn’t hold it in anymore and cummed. He whispered your name and you both fell next to each other onto the bed. His breaths slowed and evened out. Both of you had no energy to speak and your legs were left trembling violently. Sukuna glanced at you and noticed your exhausted state and lifted himself up from your bed. He began to clean up after himself and helped you clean up as well. After tidying up, he climbed onto bed and lifted your body on top of him. You stared down into his devilish eyes in awe and both of you could feel and hear each other's breaths. His breath tickled your skin as you leaned in close to his face. You wondered how a devil could be this beautiful. His warm, calloused hands cupped your face, giving you a sense of warmth and protection. Your legs were intertwined with his and your hands went over to his chest and caressed him gently. “You’re so damn beautiful… Did anybody tell you that? Tell me, am I the first to see you in such a vulnerable state?” He asked, gazing upon you, no longer with cold, heartless eyes but with more affectionate and feeling ones as if he had a human heart to feel with. “Yes,” you whispered back to him. His head pressed against your face as he embraced you with his big, strong arms. Your hands were on his back, feeling the hard muscles and scars showcasing every memory and every hardship he went through all the centuries of his life. You suddenly felt a pang of something and realized maybe there was something else behind the facade of a ruthless ruler and king. Of course, you couldn’t forget all the horrible things he had done and the innocent people he killed. But at this very moment, you couldn’t feel any hatred towards this monstrous creature. Your eyes brimmed with tears from confusion and hatred towards yourself for feeling remorse for such a person like him. Sukuna smirked but you could see the slightest sadness showing in his eyes, the burning red in them dimming for a split second, and you could catch a glimpse of something that you shouldn’t have ever seen. 

He paused on his carrasses and spoke, “Sleep. You’ll need it. Humans need more rest that we curses do. I wouldn’t want to know that you’ve gotten ill from me.” Your head nodded slightly. “Are you… going to leave?” You asked with your weakened and tired voice. “Don't worry… I won’t do anything to you while you're asleep. And when you wake up tomorrow, everything will be back to normal and Yuji will be back to his original self.” You felt a pang of guilt for completely forgetting about why this whole thing started. Sukuna must have noticed your worry and nervousness and stared down at you. “Don’t worry, nobody expects you to remember anything while I was fucking you that hard.” Your face turned into a crimson shade of red and you turned away from embarrassment. He put you down into bed and covered your entire head with the blankets. “Sleep,” he commanded with his deep voice, somehow soothing your nerves. “Sukuna…” you whispered, as you felt yourself seeping into sleep. “Yes dear?” He turned his head back, as he was walking away from the bed. “Let’s both hope… for everyone’s well being, that we don’t ever see each other again.” He considered your words, a slight glimmer of disappointment and sadness flickering in his once emotionless red eyes. “I hope so too, love.” With that, you drifted away to a deep sleep, and a small, annoying part of you was secretly hoping that this wouldn’t be your last encounter with him.

[chelseeebe]

just wanna (get with you).

okkkk i promise i am not neglecting promise (i am) but i just had to get this out before the thought left my mind. this is just to say nancy wheeler i love you and i’m sorry

18+. smut. steve is an adulterer. but it’s okieee bc it’s hot <3

this is very much richboy!steve, he is very cocky and brash and very much not afraid of it

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙

you had prepared to spend thanksgiving break alone in your room, honestly quite happy not to have to go home and deal with your car crash of a family.

that was until stacy had caught wind of your lonely plans and interjected, offering you an invite to her family’s massive home. now, it’d be rude not to accept, right?

you totally weren’t influenced by the fact that her older brother would definitely be there, not at all.

the drive up was a long slog, hours until you ended up in the middle of buttfuck indiana. it’s not somewhere you ever envisioned yourself spending the holidays but she had ensured that it was nice enough. her parents were.. interesting but as you were there, they’d probably at least try to keep up appearances. there wasn’t much else going on but in this tiny town but it gave you a chance to relax and ogle her brother.

their house is huge, like, ridiculously big. much bigger than their small family needed. from what stacy has confided in you, you can gather that her parents are hardly even home. they like to make a big deal about holidays to give the impression of a well put together family but if anything, they’re on the brink of divorce and only holding it together for the fear of being seen as failures.

not that your family are much better, but at least they don’t pretend to like eachother.

steve is up at the door the moment stacy unlocks it, waiting to see which of her sorority friends she’d decided to bring along.

he grins the second he sees you, taking your bag out of your hand and introducing himself before you can even begin to speak. not that you mind.

‘leave her alone, steve,’ stacy warns, rolling her eyes as she begins up the stairs, motioning for you to follow.

‘why don’t you leave me alone? i’m just being a good host, isn’t that right?’ he smiles at you, lugging your bag up the extravagant staircase and toward the room you’ve been assigned.

it’s not as if there’s a lack of them, a multitude of white doors that probably sat empty. it’s incredible how a house could cost so much and yet lack character despite the ample space to decorate.

she shoves him out of the way the second you make it into the room, ‘don’t you have anything better to do?’

‘uh uh,’ he’s smirking now and it’s making your heart feel funny. it’s wrong, totally wrong. but you can’t help it.

when he’d appeared on move in day you’d been star struck, his caramel coloured hair flopping into his eyes and the way his t-shirt clung to his arms had caught you immediately.

you and the rest of the girls in the house, obviously.

‘well go and find something to do you fucking loser,’ pushing him out of the door and slamming it in his face.

you couldn’t exactly tell her that it was fine and actually you preferred if he stayed.. so you grin and give her a fake chuckle, looking around at the room you were to call home for the next week.

‘i’m sorry,’ she sighs, ‘ignore him.. he’s just like that,’ walking over to the pristine bed. it obviously hadn’t been slept in for a while, you don’t doubt that they rarely have guests.

‘it’s okay,’ you smile, exhilarated for what this week will bring.

-

you don’t see much of the illusive mr. harrington, burrowed away in his office for most of the day with his wife busying around the kitchen, putting on an unnecessarily large spread each day. now you’re not a psychologist but even you can gather that she’s trying to make up for something.

stacy had bundled you into her room under the pretence of studying, both of you sat on her bed with neglected open books. opting to gossip about shit in your house rather than the looming finals.

steve knocks on the door and rushes in without waiting, standing in the doorway with a devilish grin. ‘mom’s drunk again.. you two wanna get out of here before it gets ugly?’ leaning against the doorframe.

he looks extra good today, his grey sweatpants sitting just right. you’re mindful to pull your eyes away when he nears the bed though his eyes never leave you.

‘like what?’ stacy frowns, sitting up and closing the untouched book.

‘i dunno..’ he shrugs, ‘i just don’t wanna be here when he gets back and she’s drunk again,’ fiddling with some trinket on stacy’s shelf.

you can tell that stacy’s not keen on the idea but she doesn’t want to be here for that scene either. you can empathise entirely, which is the exact reason you decided not to go home.

‘okay,’ she turns to you, ‘you okay with that?’

‘yeah.. sounds good,’ smiling at your friend. in your peripheral, you can see steve’s lips twitch into a smirk, cocky bastard.

much to your dismay, the three of you end up bowling. which you wouldn’t usually mind, but the alley was full to the brim with parents and their screaming children, running around the lanes hyped up on copious amounts of sugar.

not to mention the blaring christmas music that was entirely too loud for a tuesday afternoon.

‘you bowl much?’ steve scoots over on the bench, leaning in to whisper of the screeching kids.

‘not really,’ shaking your head innocently, ‘do you?’

‘yeah i’m alright.. i can teach you, if you want?’ ever the opportunist. who were you to deny him that?

‘okay,’ you giggle, blinking up at his chocolate coloured eyes.

it’s pathetic but your knees almost crumble when he walks up behind you, arms coming to envelope yours, large hands perched over yours as stacy tuts and turns away.

‘like this..’ his chest presses against your back, pulling your arm back and letting the ball roll down the lane.

you very nearly groan when he pulls away, hand lingering on your elbow as the pair of you watch the pins knock over. he smiles gently at you without even looking at the pins, he’s already sure he’d won.

‘thanks,’ you nod, keeping your own smile contained as you walk back to the bench, squishing in next to a less than impressed stacy. she’s not stupid but doesn’t dare to say anything and you’re grateful for that at least.

you watch steve take his turn, wondering how much longer you can feign incompetence to get him to touch you.

-

their house is quiet when you get back. eerily quiet. stacy and steve share a look before heading inside and you already know to prepare for the worst.

mr. harrington is sat facing the blank television, sipping on a small glass of what you presume is whiskey. the fire blazing in front of him, crackling loudly in the otherwise silent house.

‘your mother’s in bed,’ is all he says, refusing to turn around to face his children. he’s a stoic man at the best of times but seemed extra cold tonight. you don’t want to think about what had happened while you were out.

the atmosphere brings you crashing down out of your high, the loud bowling alley seemed like a dream compared to the moody room you stood in. at least your family were entertaining in all their madness. this was just depressing and you don’t have to wonder just why stacy is the way she is now.

steve slinks off upstairs without saying a word and stacy follows, head ducked down. they’ve probably been through this exact routine a hundred times before. you follow along silently, assuming that mr. harrington definitely didn’t want you hanging around downstairs.

before stacy slips away into her room, you grab onto her elbow, pulling her round to face you, ‘my mom drinks too.. i know what it’s like,’ offering some meek words of encouragement. it’s not a lot but you can empathise with the sinking feeling you know she’s feeling.

she gives you a small smile, pulling you in for a quick hug as the shower starts in the bathroom to your left. steve hadn’t hung around, disappearing before you even made it up the stairs.

‘night,’ you mutter before entering your own room.

there had been a tiny part of you that had hoped maybe tonight something would happen but with the scene downstairs and steve’s eagerness to get away, you doubt it.

-

there’s an almost silent knock at your door, if you were any sleepier, you would’ve missed it.

you know who it is.. what’s waiting on the other side of that door and for a second, you contemplate it. you could very easily turn over and drift off to sleep without ever finding out what could’ve been.. but, you’re not going to do that. not after you’d optimistically worn your best pajamas, dousing yourself in perfume before you had climbed into bed.

sliding out of the bed to open the door quietly and just as you expected, steve is on the other side with a shit-eating grin plastered across his face.

he doesn’t speak before stepping into the room, shutting the door gently as you stand expectantly before him. your heart is pounding, it’d jump out of your chest if it could.

‘steve,’ you barely whisper, ignoring the growing ache between your thighs. enthralled by the sheer tension in the room, it makes the air heavy, weighing on your shoulders as you practically pant at him.

in one quick move he’s stood in front of you, hands cradling your waist, confidence oozing off of his smile. his hair is still wet, falling onto his face perfectly. it’s almost cruel that someone could look so good so effortlessly.

‘i need you,’ he whispers, his spider-like lashes cascading a shadow over his face in the dull light. he’s so perfect it hurts.

you choose not to reply with words, hastily planting your lips on his, closing the minuscule gap between your bodies as your chest presses to his. you’re walked backwards towards the bed, the excitement is palpable, his hands barely able to contain themselves as they grip and squeeze your flesh.

steve falls backwards onto the bed, pulling you atop of him, clumsily readjusting your knees either side of his hips, gasping into his slack mouth when his grinds upwards, his already erect cock nudging against your core.

pulling your shirt over your head before reconnecting his lips to your jaw, planting hungry kisses to the exposed skin of your neck. this is everything you’ve dreamed of since you arrived, the feel of him desperately moving beneath you becoming entirely too much. you needed him now.

he shimmies his own sweatpants down his thighs, choosing boldly to not wear any underwear. he’s big. his cock springing up against his stomach, gazing down into the space between you, mouth hung open as he works your shorts down with his delicate fingers.

‘what?’ he hushes innocently as if he doesn’t already know. his hand leaves your thigh to wrap around the base of his dick, pumping his fist ever so slowly.

your eyes meet his again, feeling your cheeks flush as the corner of his mouth twitches. if he weren’t so hot, his cockiness would be sickening. but you’re not one to bend to the will of men, brushing off his nerve and instead moving to grip onto his shoulders, positioning yourself above his leaking cock.

‘i know what you sorority girls are like.. you don’t have to- fuck,’ his head rolling back as you lower yourself onto him, gasping quietly at the feeling of fullness that quickly overtakes every other sense.

your fingers clamp around his jaw, pulling his face back up to meet yours, ‘what was that?’ sighing through muffled moans as you begin to rut your hips.

you have him at your mercy, moving your hips antagonistically slow, relishing in the sight of his hooded eyes struggling to stay open, soft pants escaping his lips with every careful movement.

‘ho- shit,’ his fingernails leaving crescent moons into your hips and ass, desperate to cling onto your body in any way he can. guiding your body up and down with the palms of his hands.

‘shh,’ you mutter, connecting your lips to the corner of his mouth in an attempt to quiet his groans. as lavish as this house is, you can bet that it’s not soundproof.

‘you’re so.. fuck- faster baby,’ he whines into your mouth, unappreciative of the calm pace you had set. enjoying the fact that you now held the upper hand, but also acutely aware that the sounds of skin-on-skin are indisputable, paired with his grunts, you’d be caught out in a second.

‘nuhuh,’ shaking your head slightly, face pressed into his sharp jaw, hoping to stifle some of the noises come from your throat.

this is when steve decides he’s had enough, this was his house and if anyone had anything to say then they could. his arm snakes around your waist, holding you in place above him as his legs spread, heels digging into the mattress.

your lips connect once again, in a sloppy kiss that requires minimal effort as his hips begin to thrust up, punching against that soft, spongy spot deep within. and now you’re the one responsible for the too-loud moans, practically screaming into his mouth as his tongue slips into your open mouth. his smirk evident against your lips as his thrusts grow faster.

chasing the same high you can feel growing in the pits of your stomach. you’re not even kissing at this point, lips pressed against the stubble on his cheek as his grip tightens, low grunts rumbling into the minimal space between you with every thrust.

‘oh god,’ you mewl, the all too familiar twist in your gut as his hips begin to stutter, the sound of your bodies connecting was spurring both of you on. not caring about your volume level as you come crashing over the edge.

babbling his name over and over again as you clench around him, shoving your face into his neck as pleasure soars all the way down to your toes, the sensation overwhelming your poor fucked-out brain.

his hands paw at the doughy flesh of your ass, resigning his last bit of energy for his last thrusts, hot spurts of cum paint your walls. steve’s teeth graze against your bare shoulder, suppressing his almighty moan as you collapse into a heap on top of him.

you feel like jelly, unable to lift your head when he pulls out, allowing him to manhandle your body as he shuffles down the bed. you shift slightly, moving to the empty space beside him, reaching down for the blanket, desperate for some modesty despite the explicit scene this room had just witnessed.

that was everything you’d imagined it’d be and more.

‘jesus,’ he sniffs, relaxing into your bed as if he belonged there, ‘anyone ever told you how fucking good you feel?’ his arm reaching out to pull your body into his once more.

‘shut up,’ you mumble, still very much coming back to earth. trying not to get too comfortable with this arrangement but letting your leg slide between his.

his other hand flicks the tiny lamp off, leaving the room in complete darkness. toned arms coming to rest around your waist, chin resting against your head.

‘you can’t sleep in here,’ you warn, though you wouldn’t complain if he did.

‘why not? this is my house, i can sleep wherever i want,’ his fingertips dart around your bare skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

you don’t argue, settling into your comfy position nestled into his side. it’s not long before sleep takes over as his fingers trace silly patterns into your back.

-

but you’re rudely awoken at stupid o’clock in the morning, the sun barely rising outside of the tiny window. steve’s grumbling, tapping softly on your shoulder.

‘i’ve gotta go,’ he whispers into your hair, pulling the blanket off of his body and onto yours.

you’re barely coherent enough to understand what he’s saying, nodding along absentmindedly as sleep negs to take over again. ever the gentleman, he places a kiss to your forehead before climbing out of bed and rushing out of the room.

he’s gone before you even wake up fully, not registering what had happened until you wake up again, this time at a more appropriate hour.

it’s only then that fear takes over. had you misjudged how loud you were? what if someone had heard? there’s no way they’d turf you out on thanksgiving.. would they?

yet all seems normal when you slink downstairs, joining stacy at the table as she butters toast without a word to be said about your antics. you pray to every being above that you had gone undetected.

‘morning sleepyhead,’ stacy utters, seemingly in a much better mood than the one you left her in last night, ‘sleep well?’

you stare at her for a moment, deciding if the question is loaded or if she’s genuinely interested in how you slept.

‘yeah.. really good, you?’ testing the waters.

‘yeah not bad,’ she smiles, a genuine smile that allows you to release the breath you didn’t know you were even holding.

phew. you were safe.

‘it’s about to get uh.. tense today so, we can just hang out in my room until dinner,’ she nods assuringly. you trust her, not wanting to bare witness to mr. harrington and his cryptic behaviour.

before you can reply, the front door opens and a small brunette walks in with steve trailing closely. behind her, carrying what looks like a suitcase with the most displeased look plastered on his face.

the woman hangs her coat on the hook, flashing a quick wave towards the kitchen where you sat gawping before heading upstairs quickly.

from here, she looked like a cousin or something, someone you hadn’t been told was attending.

she’s pretty, gorgeous eyes and a polite smile that makes you want to smile.

‘who’s that?’ you ask, perplexed at the sight of this stranger who is obviously so comfortable in their home.

‘oh, that’s nancy,’ stacy continues with her toast, not at all bothered by the new arrival.

‘she’s steve’s fiancée.’

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Valentino x Daughter reader where reader sneaks out and comes back in the middle of the night drunk and he catches us. What would happen? -Dont forgot to drink lots of water and get a lot of sleep love! 😁

As promised, another take on this request! Enjoy!

<3 Mandy

“You’re joking, right? She honestly thinks she’s slick?” Velvette asked as she watched the screen on her phone. 

The clock on her bedside stand flashed one am. Until moments ago, she had been curled up against her stain pillow, fast asleep, dreaming of her next big design. Unfortunately, her slumber was interrupted by Vox and Valentino on either side. She scowled and started to yell at them to get out of her bed. That is, until Vox pressed his phone into her hand.

“Valentino, your daughter is something fucking else,” she snorted.

Valentino looked annoyed. “My daughter? She’s your niece too.”

Vox snorted, “yeah, but look at that getup. That’s your kid, Valentino.”

Valentino groaned as he watched his scantily clad daughter slip out the back door of the V tower. “Where did her tracker say she was? Should we stage an intervention?”

Velvette rolled her eyes. “Nah. Let her think she’s so smart and catch her the second she walks in the door. That will scare her more than anything.” She settled herself back against the pillows. “Vox! Turn on the TV. You guys want to watch a movie while we wait for reader to come home?” 

The clock chimed three when reader finally stumbled into the lobby. Vox clicked the television over from the movie to the security cameras. 

“I should have made popcorn, Val. I can’t wait to see you parent this,” Velvette cackled. “Seriously, it’s like watching you when you were her age.”

Valentino huffed as he watched his daughter start to stumble towards the elevator. “First off, when I was her age I didn’t exactly have anywhere to sneak out from, let alone someone waiting for me at home. Second of…I would have done it better.” He pushed himself up out of bed. 

“Done it better? How so? Val, if I remember right…” Vox began. 

Valentino cut him off with a look. “Listen. Not in front of my kid, alright? Save those stories for another time. Like when she’s of legal drinking age.” 

He stepped into the kitchen just as the back door to the stairwell opened. He had to give her credit for riding the elevator up to the floor just below theirs and sneaking up the back staircase. It was a good plan, but with her Uncle being who he was, it wasn’t the best plan she could have come up with. 

He flicked on the lights and she stopped dead in her tracks, frozen like a deer in the headlights. 

“Papi? Wh-what are you doing up?” She slurred. “You..you’re supposed to be in bed.”

“I was. Care to explain why you’re not?”

She stared at him with the same drunken stare his clients often had. He sighed and stepped towards her.

“Tell me bebita, how much have you had to drink?”

She crossed her arms and stumbled to the side.  “Why’d you care Daddy?”

He looked at her in amusement. “More than enough then. Come on, sweetheart, let’s put you to bed. We can talk about consequences in the morning.” 

“I don’t want a consequence!” She muttered. 

Valentino held back a grin. “I know you don’t.” 

He followed her to her room. Velvette gave him a knowing look and slipped in before closing the door.

“Don’t worry Val, she’ll get her into her pjs safely. And here, have her drink this,” Vox suggested. He handed Valentino a cold bottle of red gatorade. “If it doesn’t immediately come back up, she’s probably fine.” 

“Doesn’t matter, I’ll be babysitting tonight anyway. Just in case,” Valentino grumbled as the door open. 

Vox shrugged. “Fair enough.”

“Boys, you can come in,” Velvette called. 

Valentino glanced to Vox and pushed open the door. Both broke out in grins at the sight that greeted them. Reader, curled up, head against her pillow, half on Velvette, who was propped up next to her in bed. Across the room, the TV glowed softly. 

“I think I’ll be the one on babysitting duty,” Velvette grumbled. “I only got her in bed if I promised her I’d have a sleepover.”

“Oh. She’s gonna hate that in the morning,” Valentino grinned. He set the bottle of gatorade on the nightstand. “Good luck with that.”

“Oh fuck you. Both of you, shoo. Next time, Valentino, it’s on you,” Velvette warned. “And Vox? Maybe vamp up security so there won’t be a next time.”

“Noted,” Vox smirked as he and Valentino turned to leave the room. “Night Vel.”

“You sure you got her? She is my…” Valentino began.

“If you say ‘my daughter’ like I haven’t spent the last sixteen years of my life with her, I’ll shoot you myself. Go. Get on. Shoo.” Velvette snapped. 

Valentino grinned but he made his way back to his bedroom. Now to think of a creative consequence.

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Please kindly consider this Wriothesley request: You are the newest prisoner in the Fortress of Meropide; framed by your ex-husband for a crime since he wants your money to marry his new lover.

Determined to clear your name upon you served your time, you strive to be a model prisoner throughout your sentence.

Wriothesley finds himself intrigued by you, a minor Fontaine noble sentenced to his domain. Through his information network, he not only uncovers numerous holes to your case, he also finds out that your former husband is part of a conspiracy to bring disgrace to your family. Two weeks later, he summons you to his office and sets out his plan to have your former husband and his co-conspirators brought to justice.

Please also kindly take as long as you need with this request; I have no qualms in waiting. Furthermore, by no means feel obligated to prioritize this request over your other requests.

We listen to a lotta true crime- Wrio x Gn!reader

But it's alright, she'll be fine t/w- prison, Wriothesley flirts(?) with you summary- as shown above A/n- I need feedback on some of my works or this one, just moment some things I do well or need to work on. I do want to write a book one day and hopefully getting this feedback will help! thanks in advance. Also taglist as been updated! Part 2, Part 3

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The fortress of Meropide was surprisingly warmer than above ground. You thought it might be a little chilly due to being underwater. It wasn’t hard to get used to and if it was you’d have to suck it up. This was your home for the next 8 years, or maybe longer.

Walking towards the registration desk felt like a walk to your death. You were a Fontaine noble and it was rare to see someone like you in a place like this. Once your papers were signed, a strongly built man came towards you. His black hair swayed even if there was no wind, the grey streak fitting in perfectly. Scars came just above his shirt, with a loosely tied tie. He was a rather stunning man, and most would fall for him instantly.

“Ah, you must y/n. The Fontaine noble, I've been waiting for your arrival.” He flashed a smile that made your cheeks turn slightly red.

“Yes, that is me. You are?”

“Wriothesley, the duke of Meroipide.”

You tensed up at his words, you didn’t know this was the duke. His gaze was warm and made you feel like you were safe, despite being in prison. The way his eyes were soft but also pierced yours, the way his scars stood out but also blended in. He just seemed perfect. The silence continued for a while until Wriothesley spoke up.

“Y/n, may I speak to you, privately.” His face showed little emotion.

“Sure.” You tried to sound calm but felt your voice breaking.

The pair of you walked towards the duke's office. The double opened which led to a dimly lit room with a small winding staircase. Wriothesley led you up the stairs where he did his work. Four bookshelves lined the back walls and a wolf crest right in the middle of the wall. Similar to the one on his vest.

“Your case confuses me Y/n.” He began to speak. “You were a Fontaine noble, you had everything you needed but why would you try and kill your husband?”

“Sir, you have to believe me, I didn’t do it.”

“I need more evidence before I pick a side. As of now, you’re still guilty, but maybe you can tell me everything about the day of the ‘murder’.”

You began to tell him about the day of the murder. You were out all day with some friends and had alibis to prove that, once you got home the police were talking to your husband. Then arrested you. You went to court a week later and the judge ruled you as guilty and now you were here.

Wriothesley nodded along taking in all the information and occasionally writing stuff down. He did have a report on you, but from what you gave it seemed inaccurate. There were a few holes in your case such as no murder weapon and no motive. Your husband was a lot richer than you and may have used that against you.

“Its starting to get late, we can continue this tomorrow.”

“Oh alright, thank you sir.”

He walked you too your dormitory, it wasn’t small but it was decently sized, cosy enough for you.

“Don’t think just because your a noble your getting special treatment. Your just like the rest of us.”

“I didn’t think i would sir.”

“Please don’t call me sir, it makes me feel old.”

“Oh sorry.”

“You know, I’ve taken quite a liking to you y/n.” He quickly turned the other way, probably walking back to his office. He left you too stunned to speak.

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A Little Sleepy

Daydreamed this on a long drive. Enjoy <3

Katsuki's realized he was unfit to drive after he swerved to not hit a sheep crossing the road, but after maybe a second or so of confusion, realized it was a crosswalk. His head spun in every direction it wasn't meant to, and you both were still at least two hours away from your home. God how he craved the sweet release of your bed.

Katsuki was definitely in no position to be driving right now. He'd maybe only gotten eight hours of sleep total in the past four days, and once the clock strikes three, it would make it 6 non-stop hours he'd been driving for.

If he was delirious now, imagine him with the flashing lights of Matsufutsu blaring in his eyes.

The issue was you were in no state to drive either; you laid in the passenger seat with your neck breaking against the seatbelt, heading bobbing up each time Katsuki pressed gas and droll falling down your chin. You were still in your scrubs, and after the 18-hour shift, he suspected you'd be sleeping in the uniform. Besides, since Katsuki has been away for the past two weeks, he knew you were having a hard time sleeping, so God knows how you were still awake at work.

With a heavy brain and heart, he made a judgement call and swung off the slightly devoid highway and into the gated community only ten minutes off. He pulled into the cobblestone driveway, parking alongside the shiny silver chevrolet in the yard.

"Fuck," He hummed under his breath, willing his aching body to get up and out of the car. Slowly, he got out of the car, before opening the passenger door and attempting to wake you.

He shook you hard, but you only stirred, mumbling something sightly incoherent under your breath before spinning in the other direction and dozing off.

With no other clear option in his fuzzy brain, he hoisted you out of the car, stumbling backward as a wave of nausea hit him so hard he felt it in his throat.

He took a heavy breath, placing you to weightlessly stand on the ground until you were conscious enough to do that on your own.

"Where are we babe?" You asked, head pounding from the overuse of caffeine at work. This certainly wasn't your driveway and even worse you couldn't tell your head from your big toe with Katsuki's heavy breathing in your ear.

Perhaps he couldn't hear you, because he never answered you. Instead, he dragged you both over to the doorbell, pressing it a concerning amount of times.

Maybe five minutes passed before the door swung open, Katsuki's mom standing in the doorframe and cussing like a sailor at you both having woken her up.

"Sorry," Katsuki told her, "I don't feel safe driving home now, can we stay the night Ma?"

Ma.

This had to be serious.

She gave you both a look over; you both standing in her doorframe looking like you haven't slept in years. She sighed cursing to herself as she impatiently ushered you both inside and force you two into the kitchen.

You both took a seat, your head collapsing straight onto the smooth granite island before either Bakugo could get a word in.

"Honey? Is everything alright with Katsuki?" Masaru called from at the top of the stairs.

"Yeah, yeah. DO me a favor Love and just make sure Kiki hasn't left a mess in his room, please? They're spending the night." No further response came from the staircase, but Mitsuki didn't miss how her son flinched from the noise.

"So, why do you both look like ass?" Mitsuki asked as she filled the tea kettle with water and placed it on the stove. Katsuki gave her a slightly dazed and shortened version of the story. He hummed and listen to his mother talk about all sorts of things that had happened in the past few days (her attempt at keeping him awake), all while mixing up some herbal tea and a serving them both each a leftover bun she'd had from a grocery run.

Mitsuki lightly shook you awake so you could drink your tea, quickly reaching to catch you before your head slammed into the cup. She patiently feed you the bun and helped you drink your tea. Ignoring your mutters of "healing my ass" and other comments she blamed on the lack of sleep.

When you both finished, Mitsuki grabbed your dishes and went to the sink to wash up.

"You two, go take a shower before you sleep. Honey, make sure Katsuki keeps his hands to himself, Katsuki make sure she actually gets some sleep." She says, watching you both slowly make your way up the stairs.

In the shower, the water is hot and soothing. Katsuki lathers you with soap, as his mom predicted, hands caressing every inch of your body as you lean against him for support.

Once done, you both dry off using the only clean towel that was folded in one of the drawers. Then Katsuki helps dress you up in one of his old boxers and one of his many UA PE shirts. He pulls on another, slightly larger pair of boxers before literally dragging you into bed.

Lucky for him, not only did you leave your phone in the car, but you were downright drowsy. So you feel sleep clutched in Bakugo's arms for the first time in two weeks,

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Years go by, without you by my side

Joel Miller x Wife!Reader [2.6k]

Disclaimer: Please do not repost my work to other sites or claim as your own, this is purely written from my imagination and from the help of the series. All rights of the main storyline goes to the writers and producers of The Last Of Us.

Summary: 20 years had passed since the day everything went to shit, Joel lost everything; he was a recluse - or so he thought.

WARNING: GORE ,, INFECTION ,, BLOOD ,, VOMIT ,, MENTIONS OF DEATH ,, SWEARING ,, ONE SIDED LOVE ,, UNREQUITED LOVE ,, SLIGHT TOMMY X READER

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Life was good before all of this mess, Joel was happily married and his daughter, Sarah, finally had a mother figure in her life to teach her everything she needed to know about being a woman. The first time Sarah had gotten her period, Joel was terrified; his baby was hurting and she wouldn't stop crying, he had no clue what to do but then Y/n stepped in and guided Sarah through it all. She had made sure the young girl was fully stocked up on pads, chocolate, pain killers and a hot water bottle. Joel had never felt so grateful to have another woman in his life that his daughter could talk to about the things he didn't have a clue about.

The small moments between his wife and daughter made his heart swoon, he was scared Sarah wouldn't approve of their relationship at the start and he would've completely gave up on his love life if his daughter was ever uncomfortable. But, luckily for him, his daughter instantly clicked with Y/n, they were suck at the hip. Everywhere Y/n went, Sarah would be trailing behind, rambling on about random things earning the softest of smiles from the older woman. When Joel and Y/n broke the news to Sarah about them getting married, she was ecstatic. Her smile huge, eyes sparkling. Her happy squeals filled the air, she was practically bouncing off the walls at the news of her dad finally being happy.

Well, that was 3 years ago. A lot had happened in those years, Y/n and Joel tried for a baby but their luck wasn't working. Until it did. It was September 26th, 2003 - Joel's 36th birthday. Y/n had woke up feeling sick, rushing out of bed and into the bathroom down the hall. Last nights dinner coming back up. The noise of her throwing up must've woke up Joel, as he opened their bedroom door and carefully made his way down the hall to the bathroom, Y/n was hunched over the toilet as she continued to throw up into the toilet bowl. Joel crouched down beside her, rubbing his palm up and down Y/n's back, the gesture made the older woman lift her head up from the toilet bowl and look over at Joel; his hair was all over the place, eyes half lidded.

"You okay, sweet pea?" Joel's voice was laced with sleep, his Texan accent more noticeable. Y/n looked at Joel with teary eyes, she hated the feeling of being sick; the feeling of being an inconvenience to everyone around. Joel brought his wife into his chest, wrapping his warps around her smaller frame. "Hey, don't cry darlin' everything's going to be okay." They stayed like that on the bathroom floor for what felt like hours, until Sarah started banging on the slab of wood telling her parents to hurry up so she could get ready for school.

After the whole ordeal in the bathroom, Y/n had went downstairs as Sarah had finished getting ready; telling her dad he had 15 minutes before she had to leave for school. The aroma of dark roast coffee filled the kitchen, making Sarah fake gagging noise. "I don't get how you and dad can drink that stuff." The small comment made the older woman laugh. Before Y/n could reply, the sound of boots hitting against the wooden stairs brought her focus to the staircase to see Joel ready for work, his hair slightly damp form the shower he had. Sarah hugged her father and wished him a happy birthday, not forgetting to bully him over his age.

Once they had eaten breakfast, Sarah had ran upstairs to get something, neither of her parents knew what, though. Tommy was waiting in the truck as Joel gave a goodbye kiss to Y/n, telling her to take it easy today after her being sick an hour prior. Sarah bounded down the stairs and gave Y/n a hug before rushing out the door, the older woman stood in the doorway watching her little family drive off.

Y/n did some house cleaning throughout the day, preparing the the vegetables and chicken for dinner later that day. Another wave of sickness hit her again, she barely made it to the bathroom before she inevitably threw up her breakfast. She flushed the toilet and got up to brush her teeth for the second time that day. Y/n opened the cabinet where the Miller's kept painkillers and first aid things. Her eyes caught a white box on the top shelf, a pregnancy test. Y/n closed her eyes for a second before picking the box up and opening the packaging. She used the test and put on a timer for 5 minutes as instructed on the leaflet. When she checked after the timer went off, she saw two lines - Positive.

A lot had happened in the space of Sarah and Joel coming home, and then Joel having to go get Tommy from the police station. The world fucking ended. There was fire everywhere, people were screaming as cars and trucks drove past them. Tommy was trying his best to find a way out, Sarah wouldn't stop asking questions about the things happening, Joel was panicking and he was right to do so, this was a fucked up nightmare. Then everything got worse, a plane fell from the sky the engines ablaze, and then the next thing anyone knows; the truck flips upside down, smoke pilling out of every nook it could escape from. Joel had gotten Sarah out on his side but Y/n and Tommy were trapped opposite them. "Joel, baby, don't panic. Keep Sarah safe, we will meet you guys down by the river. I love you." Those three little words sounded like the last time Joel would ever hear them from you, and maybe he was right to assume.

Tommy and Y/n walked along the streets, staying in the shadows to not draw unwanted attention to themselves. Tommy's hand clasped tightly around Y/n's, he would never admit it but he always had a thing for her before his older brother finally snatched her up for himself. The trek to the river took quite awhile, probably because of all the infected lurking around ready to pounce at any sound. Just before they had arrive, Tommy pulled Y/n back to the treeline and held her face in his hands, her eyes glistening with tears. "I want you to run, okay? I can't let you get hurt" - "Yes, I know you love Joel but you need to protect yourself at all costs, angel." With that, Tommy kissed the crown of Y/n's head and proceeded to walk over to the area he was supposed to meet his brother but before he could, Y/n tugged on his wrist and placed the pregnancy test in his hand. "Tell Joel I'm sorry and that I will love him until my last breath." Then she was gone. Tommy stared at the plastic stick in his hand, he swore he could hear his heart shatter.

Bang! A gunshot ripped through the air, cries and screams followed shortly after. "You're okay, baby girl. You're okay" - "I know it hurts but you gotta let me pick you up, okay baby?" Joel looked over to his brother, begging him to help but all Tommy could do was stand there looking lost. Sarah died in her fathers arms that night, her blood staining Joel's clothes and skin. He lost his daughter and his wife was probably dead, Tommy told him they got separated on their way to the river. "Before we got separated - she um, she told me to hang on to this for you, I know it's shit timing but I'm sure she would want you to know either way." Tommy gave his brother the pregnancy test, Joel took it with shaky hands as he stared in disbelief. He didn't know if he should be happy or angry, his daughter was dead but there was a chance he could still have some light in his life, only if he could find his love.

20 years had passed since that fateful day. Y/n had been on her own for majority of the apocalypse, she gave birth to her daughter, Amelia, in a QZ in Atlanta. Y/n tried her best to do everything she could to provide as much of a normal life for her daughter but it was hard, it was hard without Joel or Tommy by her side. So when Amelia turned 16, she was taught how to use a gun and how to take down infected when it was necessary. Y/n had snuck out of the QZ one day with her now 19 year old daughter, and started heading in the direction of the only place she knew could keep her and her daughter safe. Wyoming.

The trek was long, Amelia begged her mother to let her take watch so Y/n could rest but she always waved her daughter off, she would destroy everything if anything were to ever happen to her baby. After 4 days of nonstop walking, they finally made it to Wyoming, but that was only the start. They had to make their way to Cody and find where Tommy was holed up this time, he cut all radio contact a couple weeks ago and it scared Y/n, Tommy was all she had left of her old life and she wasn't willing to give that up.

Amelia and Y/n had ran in to an elderly couple living in a cabin in the forest, they had kindly given them directions to where the two women needed to go, not without warning though. Y/n had bid her farewell to the elders and set off with her daughter in the direction of what she hoped to be the direction of Tommy's settlement. After getting past the "River of death", Amelia turned to her mother and pointed at a small camp fire in one of the cave by the river, Y/n being on guard when it came to other people being close, she grabbed her daughters wrist and pulled her along, telling her to just keep moving.

It was dusk by the time Y/n and Amelia had made it passed another river, they were going to continue when they heard footsteps approaching and the sounds of hooves in the distance. Y/n pulled her daughter close and drew her gun, aiming it in the direction of the fast approaching footsteps. After a couple minutes, a young brown eyed girl comes around the corner, she's with an older man, once she notices two guns pointed at her and her travelling partner, her eyes go wide and she fumbles for her own gun.

"Drop your guns or we will shoot." A soft Texan accent rips through the crisp air, Joel's ears perk up, he hasn't heard that voice in a long long time. He studies the older woman, taking in how her skin is paler in comparison to his own, her long hair hidden under a hat. Before he could say anything, the sound of an army of horses came galloping in their direction. Joel pushed Ellie behind him, he can't let anything happen to her, not after what happened to Sarah.

"Put your guns down." The four people huddled in the middle of these thugs on horses, obeyed and dropped their guns to the ground. "Have any of you been around infected?" - "Now don't lie either, because my little helper here will rip you apart if he smells anything on you." Y/n and Amelia let the dog gladly sniff them and give them a quick once over before moving over to the other two behind them. The deep growl made a shiver run down Y/n's spine, she gripped onto her daughters hand, keeping her as close as possible. The dog had settled down after a couple seconds and Ellie had began laughing as he licked her face. "Well it looks like you've bought yourselves an extra 10 seconds." - "What are you doing here?"

Y/n let out a shaky breath before speaking but Joel had also spoke at the same time. "I'm here for Tommy" - "I'm looking for my brother." Joel looked over at Y/n, his assumptions had to be true, he finally found his wife after 20 years. The group rode horseback to the settlement, leading who seemed to be the one in charge. It took about half an hour til they had arrived at the big wooden gates of Jackson. The gates had opened with a soft creak, the group of riders making their way into the settlement. Joel looked around, his eyes locked onto his brother; who was standing on some stairs helping fix something.

"Tommy!" Joel called out, catching the attention of not only his brother but Y/n and some others in the community. "What are you doing here man?" Tommy had a huge smile on his face, Joel brought him into a hug patting his brothers back before breaking apart. "I came to save you, of course." That earned a chuckle from his younger brother. "Who's that you brought with you?" Tommy asked pointing at Ellie, Joel shook his head telling his brother he would talk to him about it later.

Y/n hopped down off her horse, Amelia trailing behind her mother hands stuffed into her jacket pockets. "Tommy?" Her voice still sounded like thick, sweet honey. Tommy whipped his head in the direction of the voice, his smile faltering before he wrapped the smaller woman up in his arms, he clung to her as if she would disappear if he let go. "Now what are you doing here, angel? Last I heard, you were still in Atlanta." Y/n smiled up at Tommy, telling him everything that had happened in the QZ and asking if she could seek refuge in Jackson with Amelia. Tommy instantly welcomed them in, he was glad to have his family back.

Joel and Ellie were in the mess hall with Tommy and Maria when Joel had noticed Y/n and Amelia join them, he still couldn't figure out if it was her or not. So he just went for it and called out the nickname only he would call her, he hoped she would react to it. "Sweet pea? Is that you?" Y/n's head snapped up and stared at Joel, tears rimming her eyes. Her lip quivered as she stared at the man she thought she would never see again. "Joel? Baby, where have you been?" The tears had fallen then, sobs wracked her body as she clung to her husbands body, 20 years without the love of her life had fucked her up but she glad she can finally introduce her daughter to her father.

Once Y/n had pulled away she motioned for Amelia to come over. "Joel, my love, this is Amelia. She's - she's your daughter." Joel looked at Amelia, she had his eyes and Y/n's hair, the perfect mix between both. He held her in his arms for what seemed like forever, he finally had his family back but he will always feel that loss for Sarah. Joel could finally be happy again, he had his daughter and his wife, but most importantly, he had an annoying little shit bird of a 14 year old whom he loved like his own. Joel Miller finally got his happy ending, that's all he ever wanted.

[murdocking]

„ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ”

- a chishiya series. ch2 ch4

masterlist

warnings + notes: mentions of sex… n*ragi…😒 just getting to the beach and getting used to chishiya. this one is short be grateful

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ:

- THE BEACH

you learned quickly that chishiya was very different from anyone you’ve met. he cooly serves truthful jabs of venom at people as though hes speaking of the weather. but you tried to cling onto the bare of companionship by offering him food and water you had packed- but he refused everytime.

“do you already have somewhere to stay?”

“yes. and it is not here.”

he continues to walk away from you, as he’s been doing for the past 2 miles since you’ve left the game arena.

“well… where is it then?” he sighs out, and you feel that you’re beginning to really annoy him at this point. “far from here.”

“how far?”

“whats with all the questions? don’t you ever stay quiet” he furrows his brows, stopping to look at you while he speaks.

chishiya seems to be like a sensitive brat, any sentence over 3 words makes him decay inside- and he’s kind of right. you have been asking him random questions this whole time.

“well i just want to… get to know you better maybe. you’re the first person i’ve been able to speak for more than 10 minutes to since i got here.” he chuckles a bit before lightly saying “they probably died to get away from you.”

ouch

but chishiya lets his own voice sink in and he realizes the cruelty of his words and cringes a bit inside, turning quickly and resuming his walk, “are you planning on following me like some creep?”

you take this as an invitation

“maybe…” though you can’t see him clearly, his hood blocking his face and the moonlight sky being the only source of light- chishiya seems slightly pleased by this response.

its dark, and cold. but only for a little while. when chishiya leads you past a certain corner, thats when you see it.

a hotel resort, brightly shining across the way. you can hear faint music playing and girls jumping and giggling.

“come on” he continues to guide you to the mysterious place’s entrance- not before running into a stranger. his face makes your arms tingle with nerves and fear.

“oh chishiya? you planning on having fun tonight huh?” he leans and rolls his shoulders under the rifle he carries, chuckling just inches away from your face. you feel queasy, his eyes stare and check you out with evil- and you wonder just what did chishiya get you into.

“no niragi. we’re going to see hatter, she’d like to join the beach.”

the beach?

niragi tsks, and leans back before looking at you dead in the eye despite speaking to his beach counterpart. “can’t wait to see her here then. dont be greedy either chishiya”

the creepy pierced man looks at you longer, enjoying the unpleasant face you’re making before walking off into a crowd of bikini wearing women who loudly giggle at his presence.

“ignore him, hes an idiot anyways.” chishiya doesn’t even look at you before making his way into the resort, locating the staircase and wasting no time to go up them. you wouldn’t exactly say you’re feeling that safe at the moment. the run-in with the creepo outside has made you quite unsettled.

“chishiya, if you dont mind me asking” he turns to look at you and you can definitely tell he does mind you asking. “what exactly is this place… what am i joining specifically?” chishiya inhales a quick breath before continuing to walk up the stairs.

“the beach is like a refugee camp, but partying if you will.”

“you dont seem like the party type”

he smiles “glad you realize.”

“so why are you here?”

he pauses for a second, not too long- but long enough for you to notice something is missing from your understanding of your newfound companion.

“hatter will explain it all to you, hes the leader. im simply an executive.” he lifts his arm up, his sleeve falling slightly to expose the beach bracelet he wears, the number 11 printed onto it.

hatter originally gave you the impression of some passive leader, but once he leads you into his personal quarters- without chishiya present, you’re feeling as though the whole place is filled with creeps.

theres a topless woman grinding herself onto his leg while he stares at your frame behind his dimmed sunglasses, swirling his gross liquor in his hand.

once again, you’re feeling small- and slightly scared.

you lower your gaze, his stare is getting too much.

“not sure how much chishiya has told you… but first things first you need a bikini.”

“e-excuse me..?”

you lift your head up quickly and hes menacingly smiling “thats a rule here at the beach. cant hide weapons when youre wearing swimwear. i’ll have someone get something for you don’t worry.” you just nod

“here at the beach, you can enjoy it all. the food, drinks, partying… sex! there’s no limit here. but, a few things.”

he shuffles and slightly pushes the woman on his lap off onto the couch instead, she huffs a bit but resorts to nibbling onto his ear as he leans forward to rest his elbows onto the table in front of you both

“here, all beach members go to games for me. we collect the cards, searching for the answer to these games. and searching for a way out. you’ll be sent to some games, and if you live i expect you to give me the card at the end.”

the card..? you gasp lightly and tell him “wait!” and reach inside your pocket.

his face transforms into a dear smile as he leans closer and snatches the two of diamonds card from your hand

“wow… good job. none of my members have been able to locate this card, shame cus its such a low difficulty.” he examines the card and you nervously laugh, playing with the strings of your pants

“another rule, all doors are unlocked. not a single lock is on these doors- except for the higher positions like myself.” he takes a swig of his drink before continuing. “finally, we bring death to all traitors. you’re a part of the beach now. and you’ll stay a part of it until you die.” his playful demeanor has cut out like a bad signal, and he stares at you blankly- observing how you’ll react.

it takes a minute, but you clear your throat and begin to speak

“can i choose my own swimsuit?”

it takes a while, but you concoct a mix-and-match set that gave more coverage than your other options within your size.

you just decided on a swimsuit skirt set- though you’ll admit the v-plunge of the top was a bit more than what you’d like. the beach bracelet reminds you of the diamond’s bracelet- and you resist the urge to scratch at it.

you search for an empty hotel room, preferably one where theres no discarded clothes littering the bed- or worse… the people doing it on the bed.

eventually you get settled and let your body melt into the plump mattress and thats when you start to feel the exhaustion on your body.

you decide that nows a good time to sleep.

until your hunger wakes you up when dusk sets in. though you truthfully don’t want to go downstairs and feel exposed in the swimsuit, you accept that this is how you’ll have to live your life until you either die or leave the games.

[mrs2224]

A Court OF Shadows and Shields

Chapter 2: Shadows That Can Kiss

Relationships: Azriel/Female OC, Rhysand & Female OC.

Summary: Milla's Journey into Prythian is just starting.

TW: Panic Attacks.

Music Suggestions while Reading: 'I Want to Live: Instrumental' By Borislav Slavo From the Baldur's Gate 3 Soundtrack

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We walked up a somewhat winding staircase until I was brought to a large and ridiculously fancy room. My stomach turned and my body was shivering with nerves. I felt my chest get more firm from the coldness that surrounded me. My wedding dress was all torn up. My hair was a mess. The long braid was now supplying flyaways coming out in large chunks. My face was still bruised and bloodied from my father and his men hitting me. My makeup smudged all over my eyes and onto my nose.

The devil-winged man stopped me from behind. His hand on my shoulder gently pushed me forward. I fell to my knees and my head lifted slightly taking in the sight. A man and a woman were sitting on what appeared to be a throne. They looked at me. With puzzled and somewhat stern faces. The commander with his devil wings. His long dark brown hair went to his shoulders. His beard was scattered here and there. He came in afterward. It was just the four of us. I was breathing heavily, and my bones ached. My eyes were stinging and pounding in my head. 

“Who are you??” The voice said from the same man. I gaped at him. He was in all black. His violet eyes were staring into my soul. His deep tan skin and short blueish-black hair pushed back. He also appeared to be some kind of elf. He looked like Astarion from Baldur’s Gate if he was sitting on a throne. The only thing missing was the glass of blood in his fingers and White hair. Maybe he was a Vampire?? But it was all in my head. I am not Faerun. Though I was kneeling before some kind of prissy king. So I remained quiet and still. 

“I won’t ask again…” He got up from the chair and trodded down the few steps before him. His fancy designer shoes stopped right in front of me. “Who are you??” His voice was nothing but rigid. 

“Milla…” I mumbled out from my wobbly huge lip. “…W-where am I?? Who are you??” I responded. My voice was hitched with defeat and tiredness.

“You should know where you are and Who I am. You wandered into my territory.” He responded. 

“But I don’t! What is this place?” I reacted. “I was running. I jumped off a cliff…. I landed in the snow…. I-I needed help..” I said each word as if it was eating me alive. I didn’t want to give too much information about who I am. In case they would send me back to my father. “…I Thought… I was in Heaven...But Faerun?? Or maybe Hell??” 

The Commander let out a laugh. He held his hand to his chest. His shoulders lifting up and down. Like what I said was funny. 

“That’s a good one… Hell…” He rubbed a tear that came out from the corner of his eye.

The ruler surveyed me. He raised an eyebrow. Studying me. He walked behind me. And was looking around the throne room. 

“Interesting… But your eyes glowing blue... Maybe you are a spy from one of the other Courts” He plundered to me. 

What did this knock-off version of Astarion Elf want?? How could I spy if I don’t even know where I am? My head was aching so powerfully. I thought about that game. It gave me such happiness. The only thing that kept me sane other than Brayden… Even though words hurt to say. My horse was shot in front of me. My father was the one responsible for it. It made me feel nothing, but anger. I felt the fire burning up inside of me. I didn’t show any physical emotion right now. Just in my brain, I was in pain. 

“The what???…” That is all I could get out. I raised an eyebrow. “… Look, I don’t know where I am and who you are… But I thought I was dead. or had died at least.” 

The girl on the throne spoke finally. She stared at me. 

“She’s telling the truth. She is not a threat. But she is badly injured.” She spoke in a soft tone. 

“But Feyre, We have no idea. This girl came from the mortal lands with power that cannot exist there.” He replied. 

“Mortal lands?? What in tarnation is that?? I am from Virginia. in the United States.” I bitted out. 

They all looked at me with eyes of shock. The Quiet man behind me with his hand stilled on my shoulder. His hands in general were larger than my shoulder bones. But they were soft and felt warm. Calming. I felt connected to them. Like something was pulling on my heart from them. But I wasn’t aware or paying attention to it at all. I would be honest. I felt it twice with two thumps I heard from the chests that were surrounding me. 

The girl named Feyre stood up and walked down to meet me. She kneels before me and looked into my eyes. She could see the sorrow and confusion. 

“She is not from here” Feyre spoke. “She somehow made it to Prythian... I don’t know how. But she not is in her world anymore.” 

“Am I dead??” I looked at her. 

“No. You are not” She looked at me. Probably seeing the black eye. The gash across my nose. The busted and bloodied lip.“But you are badly hurt. We need to heal you.” 

Feyre stood up and looked at the elf behind her. She nodded to him before she helped me up from the floor. Her arm went around my shoulder as she walked me out of the throne room.

 I turned around and looked at the three men staring at me walk away. The one with his hand on my shoulder turned to me. His eyes finally matched with mine. They were the most beautiful eyes I have seen. Hazel but you could see some specks of gold. I turned my head forward before walking out of the Throne room. 

Feyre led me to another bedroom downstairs. She brought me in. It was larger than the one I was in earlier. And it was far more fancier than another bedroom I had growing up. A Balcony was overlooking the view of the mountains.  She looked at me admiring the space. And smiled at me.

“That was the same reaction I had when I first came here” She laughed a little. 

“Yeah. I guess it’s a lot.” I laughed with her too. That was when I noticed that she was an elf too. 

“I was a human once, I understand how you feel.” She responded. Her voice was so calm and smooth. She sounded like she could narrate books for children or adult readers. 

“How did you turn into an Elf??” I raised an eyebrow. 

“Elf?? No, I am a High Fae.” She glanced at me with a confused face.

“Oh?? Is that a fancy word for Elf” I was also very confused. Is a High Fae another word for an Elf?? My eyebrow raised. She laughed though. Shaking her head. 

“No. I am a Faerie.” She smiled. Even if I was confused as hell as where I was. And Why these guys are Faeries? Because I have seen Tinkerbell and Pixie Hollow. And whatever Feyre was, definitely was not the kind of Faerie that I had seen.

“Oh. Well, That’s interesting. I have never met a Faerie before. But I lived on a farm and owned cattle” I giggled while sitting on the edge of the bed. 

“Cattle?? Interesting I never knew Mortals were able to do that.” She crossed her arms in a relaxing pose.

“Well, I had earned my keep somehow” The words flowed from me. The sound of my Virginian accent caught her eye and made my words sound funnier. 

“I like how you talk, it’s funny. Anyways why don’t you take a bath? There are some clothes in the drawers. Come meet me in the library.” Feyre smiled at me. “It’s nice to meet you, Milla.” She left the room. And I was alone again.

Out of everyone that I had met, in this strange universe. She was the nicest. She looked young, younger than me. But she was gentle and kind. I stood up from the beautifully decorated bed. And made my way to the bathroom. The room itself was like something I had seen out of a ridiculously fancy hotel room. I stripped out of my dress thanking myself that it was not tied up in the back. I tossed the dirty and bloodied fabric onto the floor of the bathing room. My feet walked onto the black sparkle tile. I stepped into the beautifully large tub. Slowly sinking into the warm water. The scent of rose petals and lavender. I unbraided my hair. letting my long dark brown hair get wet. I grabbed some bottles that looked like shampoo before scrubbing myself clean. My face was stinging with pain, and my lip still hurt whenever I touched it. 

I looked out at the night sky and the mountains through the large opened windows. Wherever ever I was. It was not home. It was not the wide-open pastures of my land. It was not the maple and oak trees that were surrounding the area where our cattle would graze. It wasn’t the place that I would trail my horse on whenever I wanted to get away.  I studied my dirty fingernails a little trying to forget the memories of the last twelve hours of being here. 

I slowly got out of the tub after an hour of being alone. Taking in the pleasantly calm atmosphere. I grabbed a towel. heading back to the bedroom. I poked my head back into the bathing room and my dress was gone. Like it disappeared. I panicked a little. 

“Oh… Where did you go??” I narrowed an eyebrow trying to find it. They were on the floor next to the tub when I left but the bloody dress was gone. I sighed and palmed my face. 

Feyre mentioned the drawer of clothes. And boy was she not wrong. There are all sorts of clothes. Not the kind of outfits I had worn back at home. My eyes finally snagged onto an outfit. A See-through top in dark blue. with the cuffed sleeves it sparkles all over it. I found some flowy pants that matched the shirt. I looked for a bra and panties that matched the color of the outfit. I dressed myself up looking at the floor-length mirror. 

If I wore this at home, I would have been considered a slut around my town or at high school. Before I graduated and got my Master’s in music. But maybe the fashion trend here was ‘let’s get completely exposed’. So I would rock with it. It was either that or wearing a dress. And I was done wearing dresses for now. I chose to go barefoot. I re-braided my hair. pulling some strands out from the frame of my face. 

I walked out of the room. I had no idea where the Library was. There was a body that was leaning against the wall right next to the wooden door. It was still the same quiet devil-winged man with those beautiful eyes. He gazed me up and down. I rolled my eyes and his face narrowed at me. He was covered in shadows. 

“Where is the library??” I said looking up and down the halls. I was pretty sure he wasn’t going to say anything. But then the voice spoke. 

The winged man finally said, leaning off the door. His bat wings relaxed. 

“This way” His voice was so cold, but god was it somewhat hot. He nodded for me to follow him. He only made a few steps before turning to me. I sighed following him. as we walked through the halls. 

The place was less like a dungeon and more like a palace you could see the night sky everywhere. We walked up a few steps before reaching the small room. It was cozy and decorated like a traditional library you would see in someone’s old antique house.

Feyre and the man next to her sitting in their seats. Feyre smiled seeing me. The man was serious and not giving any emotion whatsoever. I had no idea what his problem was but I didn’t let it push me. I had thoughts of pushing him off the…

“Milla! Come sit!” Feyre interrupted my inner thoughts with her smile. And she gestured to the seat in front of them. 

I slowly lowered myself in the chair. Quiet as can be. 

“Would you like something to eat??” She questioned me. 

“Uh, sure. Thank you, Ma’am.” I bowed. 

“What did you call her??” The man next to her raised an eyebrow. 

“Ma’am? It is just good manners” Had they never heard of that?? Is Ma’am like a bad word or something?

“No, You will call her High Lady” He corrected me. His face narrowed to me. He looked like an overly dramatic man-child when you tell him no to something.

“Rhys!” She barked at him. “She can call me what she wants” 

Feyre smiled and nodded. 

I avoided Rhys. My gaze turned to the night sky trying to count the endless amount of stars. I was only watching for a few minutes. Before turning my head. there was already food in front of me. I almost jumped getting out of my seat. I didn’t hear plates being brought out or being placed. I breathed in look at the coffee table. I studied it from afar.

“How?? What??” I looked at the meal and backed up the young female faerie. 

“It’s ok, Don’t worry” Feyre raised a hand in protest. I sat back down in the chair. I took the knife and fork and took a bite into the meal. This was different than the food from home. But god was it good. Whatever this was. It was better than any I could make. It looked like a chicken with vegetables and potatoes. It was also supporting some kind of gravy or sauce. But it was so mouth-watering good.

“This.. this is better than anything I can cook” I snorted. I did not like eyes on me while eating and being the only one to eat. I made myself look small.

“Good, I am glad” Feyre responded. 

There was silence for a while before Rhys cleared his throat. I looked up from my now empty plate. My stomach was full and I felt cozy enough that I could have taken a nap.

“Now that you have eaten, and cleaned yourself up. We need to know how you got here??” He crossed his arms over one another. What is with this guy?? Do they have an FBI or CIA here in this world that is called Prythian?

“I-I don’t know. I jumped off a cliff and I ended up here. I was for certain I died.” I responded to him. I put my hand over my eye. Trying to avoid his intoxicating eye contact.

“Why did you jump off a cliff?” Rhys stared at me. God I hated being in his presence so much right now. I looked away from him completely. Because I felt something beating inside this library. I couldn’t pinpoint where it was or what it was to be exact. But I kept my eyes forward looking around the place. There were only four of us.

“I-I don’t feel comfortable saying that” I replied still distracted. Feyre’s eyes were on me with concern. But Rhys wasn’t tolerant he snarled. 

“Listen, if you are going to be here. You are going to need to say everything just in case you are not some spy.” He scolded me.  

Anger rose in my bloodstream. My body was hotter than it was before. I rose from my chair and narrowed my eyes at him. I felt like I was burning up on fire.

“I. Am. Not. A. Spy” I gritted at him. His eyes widened to see the fire-like an actual fiery glow coming from them. I turned away and breathed in. “Do you think I wanted to be here?? I did something to get out of a misery. Isn’t that good enough” I lastly bitted out. 

“Rhysand, let her be!” Feyre spoke behind me. 

I walked out onto the large balcony. Watching the night skies. I was high up in the mountains. I sighed and tried to hold back tears. Counting down to keep myself from crying. Cowgirls don’t cry .

“I am not from here. Because Home doesn’t have Elves or Faeries or Bat-winged people with shadows as Pets… But I cannot go back home. So I will leave and go back out in the wilderness and let whatever is out there kill me” I spoke in a silent tone. “Since you think I am some fucking spy.” My teeth clenched and I gritted. I felt Feyre approach me. Her hand was on my shoulder. 

“You can stay here. With us. As long you want. If you wished to go home. I bet we can find a way to bring you back.” Her voice was genuine.  She pulled me into a hug. I was hesitant But I wrapped my arms around her. As I let her hug me.

“As long it’s fine with pretty boy, I’ll stay.” I sighed gesturing my thumb to Rhysand. Rhys frowned from his chair at the comment. 

Feyre smiled and laughed. “Of Course, We agreed before you came up here to see us. We want to help you. We will help you.” 

“Thank you, High Lady. Whenever you want me to leave. I’ll just go” I responded looking down at my feet. I felt her pull away studying me.

“Call me, Feyre. And you won’t ever have to. If you feel like it. I’ll take care of it” She said again as if she made an oath to me. 

“Okay, Feyre. Thank you” I smiled at her. 

“That is my Husband, Rhysand. He is the High Lord of this Court. And that is Azriel, he is the shadowsinger” She gestured to the other men in the room. 

“Nice to meet you.” I nodded to them both. 

“Likewise, Milla” Rhys replied looking at me. “Sorry for getting you on edge” 

“It’s fine,” I replied. It wasn’t, I still had plans for him .

Azriel looked at me and then at his High Lord. Back at me. 

“Nice to meet you too, Milla” He spoke. his voice was so raspy but filled with coldness and he was quiet.

“Well now that you have met these two. Why don’t you get comfortable here for the night? I’ll have someone come in the morning to get you.” Feyre gave me a look. She was walking back into the room. Her hand was on Rhys’s shoulder.

“Alright.Thank you. Goodnight” I bowed my head a little. I stayed still. 

“Goodnight Milla.” She replied Gesturing Rhys to follow her. He got up from his chair. He gave me a look. Before following his Wife out of the Library. Till I was left alone with the Shadowsinger. But it wasn’t for long because he disappeared into the shadows. Then I was once again alone.

I looked back out at the mountain range before turning to look at the small library. It looked like something you would see out of Beauty and the Beast but if the library was cut in half. I looked around the bookcases looking for a book to read. Since I couldn’t use my phone or anything like that. I did like to read when I was at home. Normally anything that was fantasy or Sci-fi related.

I was probably in the Library for a few hours. Because when I was trying to figure out which book to take to bed. The candlelight went out and there was darkness throughout the aisle. I panicked grabbing a random book. As if someone was in the Library with me. I panicked since being in the darkness didn’t always sit well with me. My feet skidding out of the library. 

I finally made it to my bedroom. Slamming the door, the candle in my room was still lit. I took a deep breath. The book was set on my bed. I went to the balcony to get some fresh air. I took some long deep breaths. It took me a minute before I could settle in. 

Stripping out of my clothes. I looked to the bed and found a Black long-sleeved shirt that just somehow showed up. I looked around the room. That shirt wasn’t there before. But I picked it up. It smelled so good. Like cedar mist scent. I pulled the shirt onto me and It was super long. But I didn’t care. I got myself under the covers in bed. Grabbing the book that was down at my feet. Leaning my back against the soft pillows and opened a few pages. It was the history of Prythian which seems like to be the place that I am in. So since I'm stuck here for a while or forever. I decided why not read about this land. And what kind of creatures are as arrogant as the dumbass of the High Lord of this Court.

I was deep into an adventure about the High Lord of the Spring Court before sleep took over me. I fell deep into a slumber. Pulling the sheets up close to my face. I closed my eyes a little. But then I felt shadows surround me. I didn’t realize at first but I was trembling. My body was. 

I looked up and saw the shadows wrapped me up in a blanket. I was scared. But then they kissed me on my skin everywhere. And hummed a tune that made me feel so calm. Whatever these Shadows were It was so comforting to me. I was able to sleep in such a deep slumber.

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[ggomos-maribat]

The Consequences of Her Visit

Part 3 of Heirs Apparent | AO3

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Danny dragged his feet to the kitchen to fetch himself a glass of water. This time, he wasn't deprived of any sleep; he'd snored his way through the entire afternoon after a particularly long morning of attending to kingly duties.

He threaded his fingers through his hair. The day marked four months since he had last heard from his mother. Her last letter had informed him about the situation of the League: the members had split into two main factions, one in support of a new leader and one in support of Talia and Nyssa's current rule. Talia never made her letters lengthy or personal, but Danny found comfort in receiving them. It told him that his mother was at least alive. 

The hairs on the back of his head abruptly stood on end when he sensed a presence by the kitchen table. 

"Dani, I told you to tell me first before you suddenly drop by," he sighed. 

But when he was met with no snark, no reply, he whipped around to see an unexpected guest. "Amira? What are you doing here?" 

Marinette gave him a gentle smile. "Sorry, I just . . . I needed to see you. It's been four months." 

"Since the letters." Danny moved around the kitchen to prepare hot drinks for the both of them. 

"Yeah." Marinette cast her gaze down. "I can't really visit Damian without compromising our identities so I thought I should come to you." 

Danny shared her sentiments. He already had half the mind to fly to Paris or Gotham out of paranoia but held back, thinking of it as a reckless move. But he was more than relieved to have his sister visit. 

He repeated the words from the last letter. "The League is split into two factions. She's probably occupied with that, right?" 

"I imagine she's taking precautions so the other faction cannot trace us." 

Excuses to reassure themselves. Danny had already known the fact that death was inevitable for any of them—they were a family of assassins after all. But he didn't know if he'd be able to accept it when it did happen. He swallowed down the bitter lump in his throat. Cross the bridge when you get there. Don't think about that right now. 

He took the steaming mugs of coffee, handing Marinette one much to her delight. He wasn't unfamiliar with her addiction to caffeine but he had the same tendencies so he was happy to indulge her. 

"Are you sure it's okay for me to stay here?" Marinette shot a wary look at the stairs leading up to the bedrooms. 

"Don't worry, Mom and Dad can't be woken up even if there's a ghost and Jazz just pulled an all nighter so she's knocked out," Danny explained and Marinette hummed in reply. 

He often wondered if she felt any different shifting into a new family. In his first days with the Fentons, there was a strange feeling accompanied by being the youngest as a transition from being one of a set of triplets. 

"Is there anything bothering you?" asked Marinette, sipping on her drink. Translation: has anyone targeted you? 

"Nothing really. The usual," he shrugged. "Ember, Technus, Fright Knight. They're minor inconveniences at this point. What about you?"  

"Hawkmoth's still Hawkmoth," said Marinette. "But, um, my partner and I are handling things better. We're together now." 

Danny made a mental note to arrange a shovel talk later on when he saw a pink blush dusting her cheeks.  

"I'm worried about you," he confessed, "I was thinking . . . Rogues will always be in Gotham and ghosts won't cease to exist here but you—you can defeat the villain in your city. There's an end to his reign. If we can help out in uncovering his identity, Paris will be at peace again." 

"It's too dangerous. I'm sorry, akhi." 

Danny took a sip from his cup. Just like that, his help was turned down. 

With his luck, footsteps sounded from the staircase. He scrambled to get Marinette into a hiding place but she was faster, effortlessly slipping inside a cabinet. Danny had just enough time to push back her chair and bring her mug next to his when Jack entered the kitchen. 

"Whatcha you doing up, son?" Jack asked. Danny pretended not to notice that his adoptive father was all geared up. 

"Can't sleep." Danny forced out a faux smile. "It's nothing bad." 

"Why do you have two cups of coffee?" 

"Uhmmm, I like to have an extra just in case." He pulled the other mug closer to his. 

Thankfully, Jack didn't seem to think twice about it. "Well, your mom and I are driving over to Springfield. One of our ghost sensors went off there and we're gonna test our newest invention!" 

"You're going right now? At this hour?" Another ghost-hunting trip. What did he expect? 

"Yup!" As if on cue, more footsteps padded down the stairs. Most likely it was Maddie, who was loading their equipment into the truck. "Who knows, we might be able to catch that sneaky Phantom!" 

A chill passed over Danny's spine. The fact that Marinette was hearing how obsessed the two were about hunting down Phantom wasn't good. He drummed his fingers nervously on the table. "Doesn't he stay in Amity Park though?" 

"You never know." Jack dug into his pocket and handed him a few bills. "Here's a lil' something for you. Get yourself something nice while we're out." 

Danny looked down at the allowance left for them. It was barely enough to buy them groceries to last a whole weekend. Jack, as usual, didn't seem to realize this and only ruffled his hair before heading out the front door. In less than a minute, the RV was speeding down the street. 

And Marinette was out from her hiding spot. 

"Danny, what was that?" He couldn't meet her eyes as she asked the dreaded question. 

"What was what?" 

"Are your parents always like that?" Her tone was firmer, voice louder. 

He didn't answer. Marinette moved closer to him and he knew—he knew—she was analyzing him, watching his every move to read the answer from him. "Danny. Danyal." She clutched the edge of the table. "What was that?" 

He had told his siblings about how he came to be a Halfa, but he only mentioned in passing that his parents were hunters. He chose to omit their neglect, and preferred to just live with it. "Jack and Maddie care about catching ghosts more than us," he told his sister quietly, "But they're good people, amira." 

"But what he said about Phantom." Venom laced her words. "How can they be so reckless? What about you? You're a good person, don't they see that?" 

Danny opened his mouth and clamped it shut. Ancients, what am I supposed to say? 'We're used to it'? He braved a look at her eyes and found them flowing with emotion, perhaps even more than what she could show back in Paris. 

"They don't know you're . . ." 

"No, they don't." 

"But Jazz knows, right?" She took a seat, accepting her cup again. 

"Yes, and she's been taking care of me ever since." He reached across to squeeze her hand. "It's okay, we're okay right now. As soon as Jazz finishes college and saves up enough money, we'll be out of this house." 

"Why didn't you tell us you've been living like this?" Her face was red, her irises were watery and her fingers shook. Marinette was good at concealing her emotions, but she was better at expressing them at the right times.  

"The same reason why we lie about our past," Danny answered solemnly. "You understand that, don't you?" 

A harsh glare was directed at him. "Yes, we lie to other people but that doesn't mean you lie to us. No matter what you think of the situation, it's dangerous for you. And don't say you didn't want to worry me and akhi, because we're always worried." 

His shoulders sagged. He did want to tell them but only when he had settled on a new life. "I'm sorry." 

Marinette heaved out a sigh, and it that second Danny felt like he was the youngest, fresh out of a scolding. She sipped on her coffee to calm herself down, rubbing away the tears from her eyes. "You know akhi will skin you alive, right?" 

His lips quirked up into a smile. "It's not like I'm not already half-dead." 

"Danyal." 

"I know, I know." His smile stretched wider. "Are you going to tell him?" 

Marinette huffed. "I should." 

"I'll tell him myself. Later today." He downed the last of his coffee, savoring the sweet taste. 

"What?" 

"You said it's difficult to visit Damian, but it's less risky if it's me. I'll drop by Gotham, check on him, and ask if he's heard anything from the League or Mother," he vowed. "Then I'll come clean." 

Marinette's lips curled. ". . . Are you sure?" 

"Yeah, I'll make it quick and give you an update after." Plus, I can always overshadow akhi if it doesn't go well. Or disappear right away. 

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Danny didn't find his brother in manor, so he opted to track his location to the Botanical Gardens where he saw Damian with Titus. He swiftly checked if he was truly alone before jotting down a coded message on a broad leaf. He dropped the leaf on the page Damian was sketching on, and the latter quickly deemed the coast clear. 

"Hey, akhi." Danny carefully sat down beside his brother. The setup and timing were too perfect. 

It was almost as if Damian was expecting him. 

"Amira told you, didn't she?" Danny said with a wince. 

"She concisely summarized what transpired during her visit." Damian paused his sketching, patting Titus' head who seemed to be interested in Danny's presence. "Now explain." 

Of course she'd snitch on me, Danny grumbled to himself. But then again, I promised to tell Damian. "It's exactly how it is. My adoptive parents . . . aren't the best parents. Ghost hunting has always been the topmost priority for them and Jazz has been the one taking care of me for as long as I remember." 

"Why were you keeping this from us?" 

Danny's leg bounced up and down. From their childhood, it was always Damian who asserted his elder position among the three, despite being born only three minutes before Danny. Danny always thought his brother was subconsciously pressured to be the one in charge, along with the obligation of being the League's heir. 

"Because . . . it's too messy to deal with it. I don't want court cases linked to us or CPS knocking at our door," Danny replied. "And it's better this way. They don't care too much if I'm out late or missing for a few days. At least Jazz and I have the freedom to deal with our lives, especially ghost-fighting." 

Danny looked at his brother. He hadn't torn his gaze away from the page, continuing to draw the pink hydrangeas in front of them. Danny leaned back. "There's also the Guys In White." 

"Guys in White?" 

"A secret government organization dedicated to eliminating ghosts." The awful memories filled his head one by one. "If Jack and Maddie are out of the picture, they might come for me and Jazz or confiscate their hunting equipment. I don't need more ghosts falling into their hands." 

Danny laughed humorlessly. "So I guess our parents' neglect is a double-edged sword in that way." 

He felt his eyes shifting in color as he imagined what the GIW could do to them and his subjects. Damian clearly sensed his anxiety as he didn't pry any further about the organization (though Danny knew his akhi would be doing a lot of incognito research later on). 

". . . I see," Damian finally uttered after moments in silence. 

Danny cocked an eyebrow. "That's it? 'I see'? You're not going to skin me?" 

"Tt. I trust that you and Jasmine know what you're doing and I see no need to interfere . . . yet." A scowl flashed on his face. "Also, I refuse to be a victim of your possession again." 

Danny blinked. He anticipated blood. A bruise or two at least. But a calm Damian was more terrifying; he took it as a promise that his brother will retaliate if ever anything happens to him under the care of his adoptive parents. 

Nonetheless, he was glad he could finally confide in his siblings about his situation and give them more clarity on his double life as a Halfa. 

"Overshadowing," Danny corrected, snorting. "That was one time! I didn't know where to hide." 

"You made a fool out of me in front of Kent." 

"Come on, he totally bought it!"  

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[hyukascampfire]

I love your current winter theme. It's so pretty! I also love how well put together your navigation posts look. I'm in awe.

I apologize for how long it took me to send my thoughts about TSFAWC. I was occupied with some work, but I started reading it religiously yesterday.

Also about the ask I sent about their ages, you are so right. the winter is going to go crazy. I can't wait to think about this fic all winter. Reading this in winter is a must, and I'm so happy to be reading it right now. It's the perfect timing.

After reading your reply, I HAVE MY EYES set ON BEOMGYU. HE SOUNDS LIKE A DORK. I NEED TO SEE HIS ASS RN (currently reading chapter 3).

OC being 19 makes so much sense, actually, I love your interpretation, by the way, I completely get it.

Here are my thoughts now.

The beginning of the first chapter, omg 😭, mc is better than me because I would've kicked that damn goblin in the balls after seeing the way he behaved regarding that staircase LIKE THE AUDACITY OF THIS MAN (but again I don't think she had any other choice in her universe unlike I do).

It’s more difficult than you had anticipated to keep your mouth shut about what had happened, but Taehyun stays quiet, so you do too. You make yourself useful, packing up with him, hoping to ease the palpable tension.

Now... Mc might just be stronger than me because I'd make my embarrassment too visible, like running away the night that happened.

Insecurities whisper in your ears that the kiss was just… disappointing to him. It was your first kiss, anyway.

Now I'm lowkey curious if Taehyun is a manwhore or not.

“I already sent them back.”You watch him storm out. That means that the dress in your hands is not from Yeonjun; it is from Taehyun.

Wait, what happened here? 😢 Did he take one out of the many dresses YJ sent and keep it to scold her, or did he get a pretty dress by himself and send the royal errand runner back to YJ without taking any of the dresses? I'm confused is he being sweet or a cvnt right now?

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thank you so much, love!! i’ve been waiting to hear back from you >_< i’ve been loving the winter vibe recently, if u couldn’t tell, lmao. tsfawc is absolutely a perfect winter read. if it snows around you, you can pretend you’re there when you look outside. heheh.

I CANT WAIT FOR YOU TO MEET HIM 😭 i can’t say anything at all because i don’t want to spoil, but omfg i love him. it’s a little treat to write him amid all the tense and emotional stuff.

omfg i know. him grabbing her arm? wouldve crashed out. who do you think u are mr goblin 🤨 but yeah she’s lived there her whole life so she’s got tolerance for that kinda stuff LMAO

no seriously, if it was that tense and quiet after kissing him and he REFUSED to talk abt it….? sorry id be heading home. or just kill me. shes so strong for that. especially him pulling away from the kiss like that and then just… stifling tenseness. ID RATHER DIE. but there’s also so much going on behind the scenes there.

MANWHORE 😭😭😭😭 picturing TSFAWC taehyun as a manwhore omfg i think a tear just ran down my cheek. YOU JUST GOTTA SEE. i love seeing reactions to things in live action, like i love this SO much.

sorry if it was a little muddled what happened >.<!! the latter is right. he sent all the dresses back to yeonjun, because he’d already gone and gotten MC. a dress after her frustration with how she was dressed the night before. so he gave her his dress, and all of yeonjun’s went back. i love this scene so much, it’s one of my favorites.

thank you so much for taking the time out of your day to read it, especially when it sounds like you’ve been super super busy! and even taking the time to write out reactions for me. i could hug you right now. i love my readers to the moon,, i enjoyed this so thoroughly. LET ME KNOW WHEN YOU GET TO THE NEXT PARTSSS

[obwjam]

okay someone else probably asked this already but... a part 3 of this black panther x tiny reader fic going on where they meet T'challa and shuri... would be golden... just saying...

you ask and YE SHALL RECIEVE

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“Really? That’s your name?”

You gave Ross a look of utter perplexity. Of all the reactions you were expecting, that was certainly not one of them. What was wrong with Lina?

He promptly apologized for his adverse reaction. “Sorry, it’s, uh, it’s been a long day. … More like a long few months.” He sighed, suddenly keen on changing the subject. “Look, I know you might not want to tell me everything, and that’s okay, but… can you tell me how exactly you got here?”

You didn’t really want to explain it all – or relive it – but you really didn’t have a choice. You recounted all the details, observing the way his expression changed from curious to concerned to downright angry.

“Jeez, kid. I’m sorry you had to go through all of that.” You nodded to show your appreciation for his concern, which he was grateful for. “But, believe it or not, it’s almost a good thing that this happened. We haven’t had any leads on Killmonger’s whereabouts or business dealings, and you just gave us a place to start. I know T’Challa and Shuri will really appreciate that.”

You winced at those names. More people. More giants.

This time, Ross noticed. “Sorry, but I can’t not tell them about you.” He racked his brain, searching for the best way to calm you down. “Think about it this way. If you were… normal-sized… and you essentially trespassed into someone else’s very big, very important castle, and you had information they were looking for… wouldn’t they have the right to meet you and find out what you know?”

You hesitated. That was a good point, you supposed, but it left out a key detail – you didn’t intend for this to happen. You just wanted to leave and not be caught up in what was quickly becoming a global conspiracy in your mind.

Ross abruptly came to a stop. He could feel your tremors increasing the more he talked about T’Challa and Shuri. He wanted to move this case along, but above all, he just wanted you to feel safe and secure.

“Hey,” he said softly, lifting his hand up so you could be at eye level. He marveled at your tiny form, still not quite sure how something so small and delicate could exist. “I know this is probably really, really scary for you. But trust me, T’Challa and Shuri would never hurt a fly. I promise they’ll be nothing but kind to you. Okay?”

All you could do was nod and try your best to trust him.

You tried to take your mind off the impending meeting by admiring the regality of the massive hallways you passed through. It hadn’t really sunk in until Ross said castle – this place was for literal royalty. You were about to meet some of the most important people of this country, maybe even the world. Even if you only discovered its existence a few days ago, it felt like an unbelievably daunting and important task.

Your surroundings changed as you went along, becoming more dark and ominous as you descended. Soon you were in a dimly-lit hallway that looked more akin to your underground hideouts and passageways than a place that housed nobility. You approached a single door that was pretty mundane at first, until you got close to it. The design on it was shimmering and intricate, as if it were changing with each flicker of your gaze. Ross asked if you were ready, and after a few deep breaths, you gave him the thumbs-up.

The room was infinitely more imposing than the last one, because this wasn’t just a room. It was a lab, filled with tables and insane-looking equipment and a larger-than-life artful spiral staircase in the middle. The sterile LED lights were enough to send you into a panic.

Instinctively, Ross curled his fingers around you just a little bit tighter, temporarily sealing you off from the overwhelming world above you. His warmth was able to bring your heart rate back down to semi-normal.

“Ah, Agent Ross,” a soft, yet confident voice rang out. That was undoubtedly Prince T’Challa.

“My favorite white man!” a much more youthful voice interjected. Definitely Princess Shuri.

“Aw, I’m touched,” Ross deadpanned. “I, ah, I’m afraid I have some bad news.”

“Straight to the point,” T’Challa mused. “What is it?”

“Well, firstly, Killmonger was here.”

A cold silence. “What? When?” Shuri finally asked.

“Days ago.”

T’Challa shifted uncomfortably. “How did we not notice?” 

“He was in and out very quickly, I think. He had just come back from England and was probably keen on getting back there as soon as possible.”

“How do you know he was in England?” Shuri questioned. “An hour ago, you didn’t know anything.”

Ross sighed as your breathing picked up. Here it comes.

“I, uh… I had some help.”

You felt yourself being lifted up even higher, and soon, you had to cover your eyes for a moment as those harsh LED lights penetrated your sight. The light only became dimmer when two dark, long shadows suddenly appeared over you.

There was a moment of awed silence before Shuri finally spoke. “No way…”

“Agent Ross? Who is this?” 

To everyone’s surprise, Shuri rolled her eyes. “They’re a borrower, brother. How do you not know?”

“How do you know?” Ross asked.

Shuri shrugged. “Because I am cultured.” She finally took a moment to truly study you – sure, she knew about borrowers, but she had never actually seen one. Certainly not in Wakanda. You were scared out of your wits, that much was clear, but she could also see just how disheveled you were… like you had been through more and seen more than most people had in their entire lives.

“What is your name, little one?” You were surprised that Shuri was being so gentle.

“It’s Lina,” Ross said, silently praying that you would calm down. “They, uh, they’re not too keen on talking.”

“That’s alright,” Shuri said, sympathy in her voice as she looked right at you.

“How exactly did they get here?” T’Challa cut in. It was his turn to gawk at you now. He would have to ask Shuri how she knew all about “borrowers” later. Right now, he was just stunned that something like you existed.

Ross knew you weren’t going to want to recount the story again, so he did all the talking. You cowered under the gazes of the three giants, who all shot you sad glances whenever Ross retold a particularly grueling detail.

“All the way from England, huh?” T’Challa said when Ross was done. “You must be exhausted, Lina.”

You nodded. You could say that…

Suddenly, Shuri’s eyes lit up. “I’ll be right back!” she declared, taking off so fast that you almost fell backwards in Ross’s hand.

T’Challa frowned as he continued to stare. He already felt a tremendous responsibility to protect his people from outside threats… and now he had to protect you, too. He just had to. He couldn’t let you go back out there with Ross, it was too dangerous. Especially not after what Killmonger had done to you. There was no place on earth safer than Wakanda.

“Lina…” he started, leaning down to get to your level. You gulped. “My name is T’Challa, prince of Wakanda. I’m sorry you had to go through that with my cousin. He is… well, we’re trying to bring him to justice. I wish I had known… I would have helped you if I knew you were in that room all alone.”

You blushed. How could he possibly feel bad about that? “It’s– it’s okay,” you stammered, just loud enough for him to hear. “I–I’m fine now.”

T’Challa noticed the way you were nervously eyeing the landscape of the room, and he realized what all the lab equipment might look like to someone so small. “Don’t worry, little one, you’re safe in here with us. We’re not going to hurt you.”

You stared up at the giant prince. No matter how skeptical you were, his soft expression and caring voice were pretty convincing. He truly sounded like he wanted to help.

As quickly as she had left, Shuri came running back into the room. “I had some leftover samosas! I thought our little guest would be hungry.”

“I thought there was a strict no food in the lab rule?” T’Challa teased.

Shuri rolled her eyes. “Come on, brother, don’t be rude! You know exceptions can be made.” Shuri laid the samosa down on a mostly-empty lab table and broke off an impossibly small piece. 

She didn’t need to say anything to know what would happen next. The room fell silent as Ross slowly lowered his hand to the tabletop, teeth clenching at the tremors he could still feel from you. He hated that you had to be so petrified just to get something to eat.

You ambled off his hand, your hunger overpowering all your thoughts as you caught a whiff of the samosa. You had never smelled anything quite like it before.

You tried to ignore the heat of everyone’s stares, but you supposed watching you go about your daily life was like a novelty for them. Honestly, you couldn’t blame them; if you got the opportunity to just watch a human go about their day in peace, you wouldn’t look away.

You tried not to think about the fact that this samosa was almost as tall as you were. Luckily, the piece Shuri broke off for you was more than manageable. You took a cautious bite, as if it were a trap, but the instant the food hit your taste buds, it was like you were in a trance. In an instant, your food was gone.

The three humans couldn’t help but smile as you wolfed down your food, until Ross asked a sobering question. “Jeez, they must not get a lot to eat, huh?”

The Wakandan siblings exchanged glances. “Hm. I never really thought of that,” Shuri admitted.

“They must not have much of anything. Is this how you found them?” T’Challa asked.

“Yeah. Nothing but the clothes on their back.”

“Well, that simply won’t do.” T’Challa let you finish eating before once again bending down to your level. “Lina, how would you like to stay here with us for a while?”

You paused, and T’Challa read the apprehension on your face perfectly. “I know, it’s a lot to take in. And you probably trust Everett more than you trust us. But, you’ll be safer here than with him.”

Above you, Ross cleared his throat. “He’s right,” he admitted, almost painfully. “What I do, it’s dangerous stuff. People get hurt, or worse. And while I’m trying to track down Killmonger… I’m afraid what might happen to you if he caught you again.”

You shuddered at the mere thought of ever seeing that man again. You didn’t think you’d be able to handle it.

“Will… will I see you again?” you asked Ross sheepishly. 

His face turned red. “Yeah, yeah, of course I’ll see you again.”

“If we let him cross the border again, that is,” Shuri smiled.

“Oh, come on, you guys love me.”

You admired the way the three of them bantered so freely, with no repercussions for speaking out of turn or saying the wrong thing. You realized right then and there that that’s all you’ve ever wanted.

Suddenly, T’Challa’s open palm was right next to you. Somehow, you weren’t as nervous to climb onto this hand. It was soft and radiated warmth.

“Shuri, I want you to make Lina feel like they’re right at home, okay?” T’Challa commanded. He didn’t need to elaborate for his sister to know exactly what he meant. He gazed down at you and smiled. “For now, little one, let’s get you somewhere that isn’t a giant laboratory.”

“Th-thank you,” you managed. “I… borrowers, we don’t normally–we aren’t supposed to talk to giants. But I never knew… I never knew they could be so kind.”

T’Challa felt a warm feeling bubble up in his chest. “Well, I’m happy to break that stereotype.”

“I promise, we won’t let anything happen to you,” Shuri reassured me, popping into view.

“And if anyone hurts you, I’ll kill them,” Ross said, too serious to be a joke but just humorous enough to make you laugh. He shrugged when Shuri and T’Challa stared at him. “What?”

“Now, if you’re okay with it, I’d really love to ask you some questions,” Shuri said, pulling a tablet off a nearby table. “I’m almost positive all my information about borrowers is horribly wrong.”

T’Challa pulled you close to his chest. You didn’t protest. “Are you alright with that, Lina?”

You didn’t need more than a few seconds to give him an answer.

“Yeah, I’m definitely alright with that.”

[badhockeymom]

if you have any more fun tidbits of info to translate from the teuvo/kime interview please do! i always enjoy hearing my favorite players talk about fun stuff rather than hockey all of the time, i just of course, don’t understand finnish 😂

Hi anon! This has been sitting in my inbox but now I got the time to translate a little more.

Teuvo has been twice on the U20 Junior Team Finland. Teuvo admits that his team didn't play too well in the U20 Junior World Championships in Russia in 2013, despite having players like Sasha Barkov, Olli Määttä and Artturi Lehkonen on the team.

Antti: Next year, you had the most points on Jnior Team Finland, scoring 15 goals in 7 games - no, points, not 15 goals.

Teuvo: (chuckling) 15 goals?

(Kimmo laughs in the background)

Antti: No, 15 goals in 7 games, for you - dream on. But in 7 games, 2 + 13, you were the most effective player on the team. The colossus from Turku, now Philly D-man Ristolainen, scored 3 goals in those games, the last against Sweden on OT, and you could say, so we won the World Championship.

Teuvo: Yes, I have great memories from that. The previous year, our roster looked great on paper, but the games didn't go our way, but the year we won, we didn't have as big names but we played together really well an got to surprised Sweden on their home ice, it was an amazing experience.

Other tidbits:

Teuvo says he's always been proud to represent Finland, but he's only been on the team for one men's worlds bc his teams have made the NHL playoffs so often. Says that Olympics would be a huge dream but isn't sure if he makes the team.

He was happy to be drafted by the Chicago Blackhawks (18th). "I had looked up to Patrick Kane, and it was great to get to see him up close."

Kimmo: Had you heard any rumours that you might be picked by some other team?

Teuvo: Not really, I had been told that I'd get picked top 10, but I doubted that, and I was right.

Antti: Did you dominate the interviews?

Teuvo: That may be the reason I dropped to 16th.

(Kimmo and Antti go through the names of the top picks of Teuvo's draft year: Nail Yakupov, Alex Galchenyuk, Tom Wilson, Tomas Hertl…)

Antti: After Teukka, because Chicago didn't need a goaltender, they let an interesting name slip by: Andrei Vasilevsky went to Tampa at #19. That's one good boy.

Kimmo: You can see there how hard it is for the teams to make the right choice, even when we speak about first round picks that are top tier talent. The teams don't always hit the mark.

Teuvo: I guess Chicago missed the mark too, when they sold me right away.

Teuvo was back and forth between the NHL and AHL in the season 2014/15, and hated staying in Rockford, calling his agent and begging to be sent anywhere else, like back home.

"Then someone was injured, and I got called up, they recovered and I went down for a week again. Then Kane was injured and I got up for the rest of the season. He came back in the playoffs, and Kime came into the team."

Antti: How did you two first meet on the Blackhawks?

Kimmo: I can tell because I don't think Teukka remembers. I was traded there, and you came to pick me up from my hotel and gave me a lift to my first practice. Do you remember?

Teuvo: Now that you say it, yes, I remember some.

Kimmo: There the young man drove in his car, and I got in next to the driver. We took off towards the practice rink. I tried to ask Teuvo all kinds of questions, but got short and quiet answers. Otherwise Teuvo was a confident young man, but the way he talked was all… "well, let's talk more some other time."

Teuvo: Maybe so.

Kimmo: But I remember that I was nervous going to that rink, even though I was 40 years old and had played a few games, I was nervous. There were great players, Stanley Cup winners in that locker room. The stairs - the entrance from the garage to the locker room was through a staircase - and the first picture that I saw on the wall when I opened the door to the stairs, was a wall high photo of Patrick Kane scoring the winning goal in 2010, and my back right there, my jersey with TIMONEN across my back, watching the puck go five-hole.

Teuvo: The reverse psychology worked, you got the cup.

[mi-rae07]

Park Seonghwa : Him And I (Part 1/3)

Pairing : Park Seonghwa (Ateez) and named character (Kim Soohyun)

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Synopsis : Park Seonghwa is a criminal, a casino owner who does things the law does not allow him to. Kim Soohyun is a police officer who’s lived her entire life obeying laws and rules, molding herself into a dignified, respectable woman. What happens when a criminal meets a police officer? Who wins the chase? 

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A/n : basically inspired by Propaganda by ATEEZ.

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Minhyun : are you sure you want this, ma'am? We can always send someone else-

Soohyun : minhyun-ah, do you think I reached this position of mine by sending someone else to do this things that I'm supposed to do?

Except minhyun didn't understand why someone who was at the highest rank of police, had to go to this man's casino in order to talk to him. This sort of a job was for someone who was of lower rank than even Minhyun.

Minhyun : of course not, but this is park seonghwa we're talking about, ma’am.

Soohyun : someone like him, deserves someone like me to deal with him. Is this his casino?

Minhyun looked up at the rich expanse of a casino in front of him, the neon lights almost blinding his eyes as people dressed in luxurious clothes went in and came out of it.

Minhyun : yeah, yes this is it.

Soohyun sighed and nodded as she stepped in, the distant loud music suddenly blasting through her ears as the two security guards looked at her with wide eyes.

??? : Kim Soohyun.

Of course they were shocked.

Soohyun : let us in.

The guards eyes held even more shock as it landed on minhyun who was standing right behind soohyun, his eyes hostile and cold.

??? : you're not allowed in here.

Soohyun : it's a casino, make sense. You haven't even asked for my reservation name.

??? : there is no reservation under either of your names-

Soohyun : who said it was under our names?

??? : our boss-

Soohyun : call him, then. Tell him I'm here.

One of the guard slowly took his phone out and called the boss, his eyes still trained on soohyun.

??? : boss, Kim soohyun is here to meet you. And she has choi minhyun with her. Should we let them in?

Soohyun did not hear what was said on the other side, but she was sure of his answer.

??? : okay, boss.

And soon enough the guards had stepped aside, letting both soohyun and minhyun in. soohyun smiled at the guards and stepped in as they bowed, a small look of fear still in their eyes.

Soohyun looked around the casino as soon as she was in, the sight of money, drinks, rich people and their craziness, all hitting her like a truck. This casino was one of the richest, most sought after casino there was in Korea. The amount of income this one casino itself could bring to it's owner was immense, let alone the other casinos this man owned all around the globe.

But that wasn't the problem here, the problem was something else. And it was dire enough that soohyun herself needed to step in to stop it from happening again.

Minhyun : he sits there, in the VVIP area on top of the stairs.

Soohyun hummed as the both of them walked towards it, none of the people recognizing either of them in all the chaos. Soohyun turned to face minhyun as they reached close to the steps, his eyes confused.

Soohyun : stay here, I'll deal with the rest.

Minhyun : what? Ma'am, you can’t actually just go alone-

Soohyun : it is an order, officer. Stand back.

Minhyun lowered his head before nodding, knowing there was no point in arguing now. Soohyun sighed before walking towards the bottom of the staircase, her eyes still trained above. She was just about to climb up when the door to the VVIP room opened, a man stepping out of it. The man being park seonghwa. He was exactly as anyone would expect him to be, fur jacket, expensive clothes underneath it, jewels all over his fingers, ear, neck, and even a diamond nose piercing, and his shoes as shiny as it could get. And as he gave her a small cocky smile, the grills in his teeth were visible to her. 

He was every bit of the casino owner he was, and was soohyun liking it.

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Seonghwa : I'm afraid you're not the first police officer stepping in here in order to close my casinos, officer.

Soohyun : mm. first of my rank though, I'm sure.

Seonghwa : that you are. Never have I had a commissioner general stepping in here before. Didn't know I was such an important figure.

Soohyun : well, the more deaths you cause, the more important you become to the police.

Seonghwa : are you accusing me of murder?

Soohyun : multiple, yes.

Seonghwa chuckled, bringing his cigarette closer to his lips before taking a puff of it and blowing it out. Soohyun sat straight against the sofa opposite seonghwa's, the music in the VVIP room lowered for the both of them to talk in comfort. Soohyun could still see minhyun eyeing them through the glass wall, his eyes waiting for any move against his senior.

Soohyun knew seonghwa wouldn't do anything against her at such a circumstance.

Seonghwa : boyfriend?

Soohyun : does it matter?

Seonghwa : hmm. How does it feel being a lady officer at such high ranks, officer?

Soohyun : do you think I came here to sit and discuss about the patriarchal society, mr park?

Seonghwa rolled his eyes before muttering

Seonghwa : such a boomer.

Soohyun kept her composure, it was what she was taught ever since a young age. Her entire family were police officers, and if anything she knew how to maintain her image. Seonghwa seemed to get that.

Seonghwa : okay, tell me what you accuse me for this time. Whose deaths are we talking about, officer.

Soohyun : the hundreds of people that come in here every single day. You poison their drinks, causing them long term sickness that then, slowly kill them. It's been going on for years now, but only now has it come to our notice. As it is only now that these poisons are affecting people at large.

Seonghwa : uh, you're talking about the drinks that these people ask for, and pay with their own money?

Soohyun : tell them those drinks are poisoned, tell them what drinking those liquids could cost them, and then we'll see whether they'll order it any more.

Seonghwa's eyes turned hostile. He took another puff of his smoke before saying

Seonghwa : and who said we poison the drinks, again? Do you have proof?

Soohyun : yes, there is proof.

Seonghwa : then why are we here? Why aren't you already arresting me?

Soohyun : because the proofs are dead, mr park. We are unable to find this poison in the patient's blood after they die and when they are alive, neither the patient nor anyone else know the fact that there is deadly poison in their body. And because even if I do arrest you, with the amount of money you have, bail would be too easy for you.

Seonghwa chuckled, that sounding almost as if he was proud of himself. And that only caused soohyun more anger.

Seonghwa : then why the hell are you here, officer.

Soohyun : because I need you to stop. You need to stop poisoning their drinks, mr park.

Seonghwa : are you begging me right now?

Soohyun : I am commanding you, not begging. Stop, killing people. It does you no good.

Soohyun knew this was stupid, but it had to be done.

Seonghwa : actually, it does. Not that I need to explain it to you, of course.

Soohyun : we're talking about people's lives here, mr park. This is not your ground to play.

Seonghwa smiled. He stood up and walked towards soohyun while inhaling his cigarette once again, his eyes trained on her. He bent down to come face-to-face with her, blowing the smoke out millimeters away from her face before whispering

Seonghwa : look around, officer. This is my ground to play.

Soohyun kept her eyes cold and straight, she tried not to think about how close seonghwa was against her, and how she could feel his hot breath against her lips.

Seonghwa : or find me evidence, try. And once you have enough evidence against me

Seonghwa booped soohyun's nose before whispering

Seonghwa : I'm all yours.

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Soohyun grunted as she punched the bag again, another bead of sweat running down her forehead and mixing in with the rest that were all over her body.

"Look around officer. This is my ground to play"

Soohyun punched the bag again, this time, harder. It wasn't that she felt nothing, it was that she kept it inside herself until she was all alone. Which was when she would take her emotions all out and organize them in the right manner, just as her mother had taught her to.

"I'm all yours"

Again, she punched the bag. This time even harder. She hated him, she hated park seonghwa.

His lips, his eyes, his voice, him, him.

Soohyun groaned as she gave a final punch to the bag, the bag falling off of the hook as it fell on the floor with a thud. And right then the door to her boxing room opened, revealing minhyun, who eyed her sweaty, panting figure. She was beautiful, and she was powerful even in her looks. And maybe if minhyun didn't already have someone he found more beautiful, he would've been smitten for soohyun. But to minhyun, she was only a senior whom he respected with all his heart.

Minhyun : is…this a wrong time?

Soohyun let out a breath, picking up the bag as she said

Soohyun : there is no bad time for a police officer. Come in, minhyun.

Minhyun sighed and stepped inside the room, walking towards soohyun who had now put the bag back in it's hook.

Minhyun : I have news on the sample of the drink we had sent to the lab in order to test for poison.

Ah, the real reason why soohyun and minhyun had gone up there. Soohyun wasn't so stupid, she knew talking to seonghwa about removing poison from his drinks were as useless as trying to find sense in his reasonings. But it was a way to distract him, who would usually keep an eye out for anything suspicious. But when someone like soohyun talked to someone like seonghwa in private, all his security would be focused only on that.

And that was exactly what soohyun had wanted, so the other pair of officer who had been sent to secretly steal a bottle of beer from the bar would find the otherwise hard task, easy enough.

Soohyun : and?

Minhyun : I'm afraid we are unable to find the poison in the drink.

Soohyun turned to face minhyun, her face twisted in a frown.

Soohyun : what do you mean you're unable to find the poison.

Minhyun : because it is not a poison, ma'am. It's a virus. Or so we believe. That is why it is so hard to find evidence of it even after the person's died. The virus doesn't become active in alcoholic contents, it is…almost dead, in that situation. But once it enters the human body, it causes huge damage. Slowly, but surely. It is undetectable and has no symptoms of it's own. But once the damage is done, and the person dies, the virus dies along with it.

Soohyun let out a frustrated breath, looking away. He had overthrown her again, fuck it.

Minhyun : but we cannot prove all this in court, as it is all only suspicions. If we need to capture park seonghwa, we would need to ask him first-hand whether he could provide us a sample of the virus himself, ma'am. I'm afraid there is no other way.

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Seonghwa walked through the alleyway, his one hand in his pocket and the other holding his cigarette. His mind kept going back to the lady he had seen a week ago, and he hated it. Kim Soohyun, commissioner general of the Korean police, someone he was supposed to steer clear of at all times. But he still remembered the first thing he had thought when he saw her standing below the steps, with a figure that reeked authority and power, eyes that held confidence and determination, and with a voice that could command or enchant anyone. It had been "shit".

Kim Soohyun was the epitome of what his mother had once described as Athena, goddess of war and wisdom.

Seonghwa had never met someone like her, someone who could keep their eyes trained right on his eyes even when his lips were inches away from theirs. He had thought it impossible, but here was a lady who challenged his own might with hers.

Seonghwa paused on his tracks as he heard footsteps behind him, that stopping right as his did. Seonghwa smirked, taking another puff of his cigarette before saying out loud

Seonghwa : come out, guys. Did you really think I was that deaf?

Seonghwa smiled as 10 other men came out from hidden corners of the alleyway, each of them holding a knife in their hand. Seonghwa chuckled before taking one last puff of his smoke, it would be needed.

Seonghwa : I wonder who's sent you people this time.

Seonghwa flicked the cigarette away from him with a finger, rolling his shirt sleeves up before saying

Seonghwa : come on then, do what you came here for.

And seonghwa spent the next few minutes or so trying to dodge attacks and planting some himself, thoroughly enjoying himself through the whole thing. He knew these men were of no match to him, but seeing them tire themselves out over and over, and then knocking them out clean, it was all very satisfying.

That was all until he had gotten a deep cut to his stomach, and then the pain had gotten to him. Inflicting pain upon someone else was something he enjoyed, but when that was given back to him, it was not pretty. But he fought through it, over and over again. Until he started to lose focus.

There were only three men left, and he had been currently battling two when one from the behind suddenly threw a knife at him. And seonghwa registered it too late to move aside, it would be a kill-shot. But suddenly the knife was caught by someone, that someone twisting it's edge as she threw it right back at the man who had thrown it, the knife hitting his chest as the man fell down, dead.

Seonghwa : seriously? Did you just kill him?

Soohyun walked forward and pulled one of the man away from seonghwa, taking his own knife before stabbing it right into his heart. Before the man could cough up blood, soohyun threw him away from her, kicking the last man with her heel hard enough for it's edge to cut right into his stomach, making the man fall down with a loud groan.

Soohyun : I am not a doctor, I'm a soldier.

Soohyun stepped away from seonghwa as he let out a shaky breath, holding his wounded stomach while trying to maintain his breathing pace.

Seonghwa : were you stalking me, officer?

Soohyun : you think I have the time to be doing that?

Seonghwa : as part of the case, sweetheart.

He hadn't changed one bit. Soohyun rolled her eyes and looked away before saying

Soohyun : if you don't want to die, get yourself to some hospital.

Soohyun was about to turn around when seonghwa suddenly said

Seonghwa : are you seriously going to leave a wounded man alone?

Soohyun : if that wounded man is the reason for so many people's deaths, yes sure.

Soohyun turned around, about to walk away this time. That was until she felt seonghwa hold her wrist, the blood in his hand smearing onto hers as he said

Seonghwa : are you really going to let me die?

Soohyun : mr park.

Seonghwa : are you really going to let your seonghwa die?

Soohyun quickly caught seonghwa as his legs gave way under him, a smile on his face as soohyun lowered the both of them to the floor slowly. Soohyun gripped seonghwa's wound, applying pressure onto it to stop him from bleeding too much. Seonghwa looked up at soohyun before saying

Seonghwa : I knew you'd do this.

Soohyun : shut up.

Seonghwa : you've always loved me.

Soohyun : seonghwa, shut your mouth.

Seonghwa : even when you left me years ago, even when you watched me build those casinos from scrap and even when you came to talk to me a week ago, I knew it.

Soohyun : fucking bastard.

Seonghwa chuckled as he laid one of his hand against her cheek, his blood staining her skin as he whispered hazily

Seonghwa : all for you, my love.

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[laurelnose]

i wrote quite a bit while people weren’t paying attention to me on Thanksgiving (including finally fixing a bunch of stuff that was bugging me abt Lepidopteran Feeding Behaviors. patch notes 23.11.23 - paragraphs no longer start with Kujen’s name 3+ times in a row. Jesus. I was feverishly ill during the editing process of that one, which should serve as a cautionary tale to me but won’t). however, in the cold light of day I still like what I wrote but am not sure that it is actually the correct foundation for where I want to go. hmm.

here, have a scrap of… ominous kidfic, ft. a baby fox hexarch and my problematic fave

Nezhe realized there was a visitor to the Thorn Garden station when he caught sight of a servitor escorting a person in a formal coat that wasn’t blue.

That wasn’t strange. Visitors came to the Thorn Garden all the time to see Mother, and Nezhe was usually just happy when he didn’t have to come greet them. Nezhe liked meeting new people, but Mother never wanted Nezhe to talk in front of visitors. Mother wanted Nezhe to stand there quietly so the visitors could admire what Mother had produced, and then disappear with the servitors.

But a visitor in a scarlet coat meant something else. Nezhe put his slate aside and slithered down off the reading room couch, picture puzzle forgotten. He gave chase at a speed just short of what the servitors would scold him for. Catching up to the figure as they entered the big receiving hall was easy. Stopping, on the other hand…

He felt his toe hit the edge of a marble tile wrong and had just enough time to think Stupid new shoes!— before he tripped right into Mikodez’s legs.

“Fox and hound!” Mikodez righted the rapidly-blinking Nezhe. “Where did you come from?”

Nezhe sniffled once, embarrassed and disoriented. But he decided he was uninjured, and gave Mikodez his most winning smile. “Hi.”

“Hi yourself,” Mikodez said, smiling too. He had crouched down to check that Nezhe was all right. Nezhe pounced. Mikodez’s greatcoat had big pockets, openings circled in gold trim like targets, and he had conveniently put them at Nezhe-height. He had to be quick for Mikodez to let him pull it off, but —

Jackpot! More exciting little masses in the bottom of the pocket than Nezhe could fit in one hand! He dared stir them around once just to be sure he had the most interesting variety of shapes. Then Nezhe snatched his hand out and hid it behind his back. He smiled charmingly at Mikodez again.

“I see I’ve been set up,” Mikodez said solemnly. “Lured into a false sense of security and robbed blind!” Nezhe giggled. “An excellent heist. Keep it up and you’ll make a better fox than I am.”

Nezhe adjusted his grip on his spoils, grinning. It was almost spilling out of his fingers. “Thank you for the candy, Mikodez.”

Mikodez tsked in disappointment. “Nezhe! If you thank me, then I know you have my stolen candy. It’s as good as a confession!”

“But you already know I have your candy!”

“Ah, but if you confess I can take you to court and … have you tickled to death!”

Nezhe shrieked and lurched backwards out of grabbing distance. But the expected attack didn’t come, interrupted by an oddly informal voice. “Having fun?”

A tall man who might have been even fancier than Mother had come up behind Mikodez, accompanied by another of the Thorn Garden’s many birdforms. He must have been Nirai: black and silver. Nezhe fell silent, intimidated by the ornate stranger. Mikodez rolled his eyes and twisted around to look at him. “I am, as a matter of fact! Are you?”

The Nirai sighed. “I’d rather be scrubbing the fungal contamination killing the latest strain of hatchlings out of the mothyard’s atmospheric regulators by hand. At least something useful might be accomplished. The servitors tell me Andan is finally ready,” he said, inclining his head towards the grand staircase that circumscribed the hall. The staircase led to a number of doors Nezhe wasn’t supposed to go in, including Mother’s rooms for meeting very special visitors.

“All right, I’m coming. Sorry, Nezhe,” Mikodez said. “Duty calls. Don’t eat all of those in one go!”

He ruffled Nezhe’s hair and stood up. The Nirai waited for him to straighten his coat, and they went together up the stairs with the two birdforms leading the way.

Nezhe watched them go, unsettled by how the Nirai hadn’t even looked at Nezhe. Once they had disappeared into the upper floor he stood at loose ends for a moment. A cramp in his thumb reminded him that his fist was clenched around a whole ball of candy.

He hastened over to the nearest console table low enough to reach and spread out his prizes on the blue glass. There were two kinds of hard candy Nezhe had never seen before, and — yes! — some of the chewy lychee ones he liked, and Nezhe forgot all about the Nirai.