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Strawberries and Cigarettes // Cho Sang-woo

" But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you."

Summary: Cho Sang-woo is your Organization and Management instructor this semester. His interactions with students are different from those of other professors.

He is calm, but his presence is intimidating. He is a strict teacher because he wants all of his students to understand the significance of rules. In each class he teaches, he consistently asserts that he has no fear of failing a student.

Sang-woo expects his students to be obedient and disciplined.

When he meets you, will he still behave according to his own rules?

How does he get destroyed by his own values, and how long will he continue to conceal the desires that are slowly consuming him?

Warning: 18+, MDNI, smut, slight angst, kissing, tension, mutual pining, slow burn, oral (m&f), unprotected sex, creampie, PiV, hard and rough, classroom sex, possessive, jealousy, smoking, age gap (reader 20s ; Sang-woo 40s), teacher x student, forbidden love, grammatical errors

A new semester starts. In other words, another issue will arise. Another source of stress will drain our energy and have an impact on our mental health.

College life is extremely difficult. This is not the college life you have seen on telenovelas or read about in teen fiction. According to the saying, you meet someone while attending college, but you are already a damn college student.

You have yet to find someone who fully embodies your personality.

Y/n is an average student. She did not want to put too much pressure on herself academically because all she needed to do while staying here was survive while learning new skills and expanding her opportunities.

Y/n is enrolled in BSA. Fortunately, she managed to pass those qualifying tests and keep her spot in the lethal course. One of her friends, regrettably, was moved to a different department after being disqualified from their course.

When you are in BSA, remain resilient. Along with the stack of books you read, you also need to pray for a rosary to pass.

“ Y/n!” Her pals gave each other a hug.

" So, have you seen our schedule for the entire semester?" A friend of hers inquired.

Y/n shakes her head. She was scowled at by her friend. " Anyway, our schedule for today is Borgmt - B045. Room 703 is assigned at 11:15 a.m.” Janice informed everyone inside their circle.

Kevin asked. “ Who's the professor?”

Janice glanced at her phone. “ Mr. Cho Sang-woo.”

Kevin sighed deeply. “ Mr. Cho? Shit, we are all fucked." He remarked. Janice's eyebrows went up at her boyfriend.

" Have you not heard the rumors about him? According to his previous students, Mr. Cho is an extremely strict professor. He prefers to be in command at all times. Furthermore, he has failed numerous students." Kevin told them.

Y/n huffed. " He has a reason for failing those students. Our responsibility is to comply and do our best in all classes. So, if you are unable to meet your own obligations, you will face the consequences." Janice and Kevin gasped as she spoke, astonished by Y/n's capacity for thought.

…

Sang-woo took off his glasses because he was under a lot of stress today. As he read and graded the work of his students, he clutched his hair. He surrounded those incorrect grammatical usages.

“ Fuck.” He swore when he discovered that some of his pupils were utilizing artificial intelligence. Right away, he marked them as zero.

He grew increasingly disillusioned with today's youth. Their constant reliance on technology prevents their minds from fully maturing and releasing the originality of their works. For this reason, he severely forbids using any devices in class.

This rule is a source of torture for his students. They simply do not have internet access while sitting in his three-hour lecture class.

Sang-woo made the decision to leave school in order to smoke cigarettes. He took the essential items out of his bag and put them in his pocket.

He was essentially avoided by the students when they saw him. He merely smiled half-heartedly as some of his courteous students greeted him.

He saw that he was the object of most of his students' crushes. A handsome middle-aged man named Sang-woo is dressed in a gray suit that has been expertly tailored to fit him. When they showed him appreciation, he could not help but feel happy.

Nonetheless, some of his pupils are attempting to attract his attention. Letters and flowers bearing their own kissing marks are given to him. After accepting them, he tossed them in the trash.

The worst part is that they are making advances on him. Sang-woo ignores them entirely until they finally start to feel embarrassed. That was their fault for flirting with their teacher. His students didn't care when they flashed themselves at him. He was never aroused by that situation, but rather disgusted by it.

They were dragged inside the OSA after Sang-woo called them out. And let the school administrator lecture them about their peculiar, yet repulsive, actions.

He does not have enough time to tolerate all of their nonsense. If they are to submit papers to him in order to gain his full attention, it should only be academic papers. Sang-woo believed that such acts were all foolish, so he did not tolerate them.

They rush into any kind of relationship while still young, which makes him feel ashamed and disappointed in his students.

He was once caught being harsh by one of his students, who essentially freaked out and turned their admiration into hatred.

Sang-woo simply did not give a damn about them. Initially, their actions were completely incorrect. They are lusting for a licensed professional at their school, which is immoral and sinful.

Despite his belief that age is irrelevant, Sang-woo finds them all too young. He saw that the majority of young people are too naive and violent in their thoughts and emotions.

Furthermore, Sang-woo is already happy with his single status. Aloneness is perfectly acceptable. It is too peaceful. He is free to act however he pleases. He has plenty of free time and is not required to do anything to please his partner.

Sang-woo is a busy entrepreneur. He does not have time to entertain a lot of people and get into a fucking relationship. He is content being by himself and wants privacy.

Love is a complete waste of time. He has experience getting into relationships. Despite having numerous past lovers, none of them are still with him. Because of his heartbreak, he lost concentration on his business, for which he blamed himself the most.

He was strolling down the hallway when he ran into someone. The books clattered to the ground. His irritation causes him to click his tongue. He must assist the student in gathering their belongings because he has no other option.

He pushed up his glasses. He handed the book back to the owner. Her skin touched his own, sending chills down his spine as she accepted it.

Sang-woo quickly withdrew his hand as he started to feel anxious. The student in front of him caught his attention. The girl's beauty was too much for him to ignore. When their eyes met, his entire world came to a halt.

She has pretty large brown eyes. Her bangs look great on her and complete her cuteness. Sang-woo quickly looked at her mouth.

“ What do those lips taste like?” A foolish query suddenly entered his mind.

" Sorry for bumping you, sir." Sang-woo felt an odd sensation after she finished speaking.

The extreme heat made him sweat uncontrollably. It resembled a tiny fire that would keep burning brighter and brighter.

He left right away before his desire for the woman could intensify. The woman was left speechless.

At last, Sang-woo made his way to his room. After forcefully closing it, he moved to his chair and sat down. He removes his glasses and rubs his eyes, attempting to get rid of the picture of a young woman he saw in the hallway. He placed a cigarette against his lips and lit it. He inhaled deeply as the memory of the unidentified student warmed his icy heart and captured his attention.

…

" Best wishes for our first day on Mr. Cho's subject." Kevin mumbled as he opened the door for the ladies. He blushed after receiving a cheek kiss from his girlfriend.

As soon as you walk into the room, you find a seat that is comfortable for the session. Kevin and your friend Janice are seated next to each other. You keep your distance from them in order to give them space to enjoy their precious moments together because you don't want to be the third wheel again.

The entire room was filled with laughter and voices from various speakers. While you wait for your professor to arrive, you are looking for your phone so you can take a moment to browse through your social media feeds.

You have stored various edits of your favorite celebrities in your file after viewing them. Taking mental notes on what you will post in your myday to flex and show your followers how much you love them.

You found yourself smiling when you saw your crush's picture on your school's timeline. A wave of guilt overtakes you as you want to save his photo to your phone. You find it too unsettling to save someone's photo without their permission. If someone discovers that you have a crush on him, it can be rather awkward.

The door opened abruptly, and you turned to see someone entering. Your world seemed to slow down and your eyes widened when you recognized the man you had bumped into earlier is your professor.

A ton of papers he was carrying were slammed onto the table. Everyone in the room fell silent when they noticed your professor standing in the center with his arms crossed.

You are genuinely frightened by his dominance. He is observing each student. When his eyes met yours, he froze. He stares at you, unable to believe he has finally met you again.

After clearing his throat, he grabbed the marker from the table and wrote his name on the board.

Cho Sang-woo. A stunning man with a lovely name. His gaze remained fixed on you as he set down the marker. Apparently, he does remember you. His looks make you feel nervous all of a sudden, and you blame yourself for bumping into him earlier.

“ My name is Cho Sang-woo as I wrote on the board. Nobody dared to address me by my name. Only, sir, I'm perfectly fine with that." His voice boomed throughout the room. His words are being attentively listened to by your classmates, who are nodding their heads.

" I will be your instructor throughout the semester. I hope we develop a positive relationship with each other. That only occurs in my class when you abide by my rules.” He went on.

" Because this is your first day, now is the time to introduce yourself in front of others. I know some of you already know each other's names, but I would like to give the spot to those students who have not made any friends here." He continued.

The room is growing noisier. On the first day of class, most students are sick of having to introduce themselves in front of the class.

" Did I permit you to speak? This isn't your time to speak, so you should keep your mouths shut." The class fell silent.

Sang-woo was actually unconcerned with the names of the students or any of their bullshit. He never asked his former students to introduce themselves on their first day, but Sang-woo is keen to learn the information from you.

He will do it even if it seems like a waste of time.

The fortunate student got out of his chair and began to introduce himself to each of you. He received a slight nod from Sang-woo to move on to another pupil. They continued in this manner until the time for you arrived.

You got up and turned to face everyone, avoiding Sang-woo's fierce glare. After clearing your throat, you began sharing and introducing yourself to everyone.

Sang-woo, however, made a mental note of the information you were providing. Your name, age, birthday, and place of residence—not precisely, but it gave him a clue as to which city in Seoul you are currently residing in. Just as you were finishing your introduction, a door suddenly opened, revealing a student with purple hair and his friends.

They did not mind if they were too disruptive and loud when they arrived. You noticed Sang-woo's jaw clenching at the moment. You could see that he was annoyed by the newcomers because his lips were quivering.

“ Well…well…guess who's back. Our professor is none other than the mighty Cho Sang-woo." His friends are just giggling at his comments as he shares it with them.

The student with the purple hair came cockily up to him. " I am glad to see you again, Sang-woo." He whispered.

When he stared at him, Sang-woo's eyes were considerably colder than Antarctica. Seeing that his professor was growing irritated, the student grinned. " This is your third time attending my class, Su-bong." He said with firmness.

" You love my subject, which is why you keep coming back to me." Sang-woo added that made everyone gasp.

Thanos laughed. " I do not have a fucking option, Sang-woo. The dean consistently recommends you as my teacher. Actually, I don't really like your teaching style. It's old school—yeah, I get it because you are already old.” Friends of Thanos are giggling. They were forced to keep their mouths shut by Sang-woo's lethal gaze.

" Poor old single man. Don't find a lover because he's too bus—” Before Thanos could finish his insult, Sang-woo seized his collar violently. The man gritted his teeth and maintained a firm grip on his shirt.

“ I'm a patient man, Su-bong. However, your insults are too much for me to handle.” Then he let Thanos go.

" If you don't want my class, the door is always open. I don't want to see your face either, so it's mutual.” He carried on.

Thanos groaned and cocked his head towards his friends. They just go with the purple-haired pupil.

“ You! Find your seats, now!” He gave me them an order. His authoritative demeanor makes you shiver.

“ Also, Su-bong. Did the administrator require you to color your hair? This is not a fashion institution." Sang-woo expressed his thoughts. Every time Sang-woo gets angry, his voice gets deeper. He groans when he is frustrated.

“ Will you even temperate my hair as well? You're such a hypocrite.” Thanos answered his lecturer. In order to avoid arguing with a dimwitted student in his class, Sang-woo kept quiet.

Sang-woo returned to the table and took the book out. The way his fingers flicked across the thin paper made you fantasize about your professor. All you have to do is shake your head to get rid of those unwanted thoughts.

He began to discuss the syllabus and invited some students to participate in answering his questions about their perspectives on the topic. His eyes are constantly on you when he is speaking in front of you. He turned away from you when he became aware of how long he had been looking at you.

Following his nearly one and a half-hour lecture, he gave out papers for the students to complete the exercise he had prepared for each end-of-class discussion. Now that you have the paper in your possession, you gave yourself a mental slap when you realized that the majority of the questions required essay-style responses.

Once your classmates have received the paper, you can also hear their moans.

" You only have one hour to complete this activity. Finish or not, once the timer runs out, pass it down the aisle. I will count from one to five."

He rested his back against the whiteboard. " If your paper isn't at the front after I count, I consider it zero." He instructed everyone.

" You may begin answering your activity." He spoke as he pressed the play button to start the timer.

…

Sang-woo found himself in his office, smiling broadly like a teenage boy, when his crush finally noticed him. He found himself grinning and feeling more driven to complete all of his schoolwork, even though he had a lot of it to mark today.

He removes his glasses. He bit his lip to keep from making a sound. When Sang-woo is bored in class and most of you are responding to his nose bleeding exercise, he is looking at the picture he took of you. He smiled as he reminded himself again and again of your beauty. You look so cute every time you wrinkle your nose in frustration while responding to the questions.

He continues to move because of you. It may seem strange to someone like him, but that's the truth. As his long-term, hard-won business slowly loses money, he no longer has the will to live. His career is the only thing that keeps him wanting to live. His motivation would have been straightforward, but he met you out of the blue.

" Sang-woo, my son, when do you intend to marry?"

" Mom, getting married is not on my mind. I am still too preoccupied with my business to meet a woman I could marry."

" But you are growing old, my son. You are now old enough to start a family."

" Perhaps the person meant for me has not arrived yet. I can still wait, mom. The right person will come for me.”

" I promised to give you grandchildren...soon."

Sang-woo remembered how his mother had pushed him to get married. He always comes up with as many reasons as he can to avoid talking about that subject. At times, his mother's constant reminders about starting a family can even cause pain in his ears.

Despite his advanced age, he acknowledged that it is not his fault that he is not yet ready to start a family. He does not have time to tease and woo others because he is too preoccupied with his business.

Additionally, he has a sizable debt that must be settled right away. He must thus work around the clock in order to increase his income and pay off the debts he owes to others.

He sighed as he picked up and carried his student papers. He stepped from his room.

…

" Only 13 out of 43 students passed our daily assessment." Sang-woo left the paper on the table.

" I tried everything I could to help you learn, but it was not enough. Does everything I am saying in front of you fade away with each nod you give?" He addressed them directly. Even though Sang-woo's gaze is fixed on you, he let out a sharp sigh when he saw you conversing with your male friend.

Sang-woo was overcome with jealousy. Sang-woo's blood boils with rage at the way you are smiling and acting at ease around that pitiful boy.

He continued to stare at you while clenching his jaw. He folded his arms. " Ms. L/n, stop talking to your seatmate. If you can't wait for your gossip, the door is open for the both of you.” You were called out. Francis and you both kept your mouths shut.

You simply stay out of Sang-woo's line of sight when you look into it. The fire in his eyes is visible right away.

“ Also, Ms. L/n, come to my office later. I am going to address your recent performance in my class." He spoke firmly. Your classmates are all observing you. You couldn't help but to blush.

His friend chuckled behind his back as Thanos made a blowjob motion with his hand. Sang-woo shut them out by slamming his hand against the table.

" Go girl, seize the moment." Thanos yelled.

“ Su-bong, can you shut your damn mouth? You are already disrespecting a woman." Sang-woo stood up for you, and you were grateful.

Thanos moaned and muttered something to himself.

…

Your second class of the day is finally over. Going to Mr. Cho's office, however, presents a new challenge for you to overcome. You acknowledged that you lost interest in doing well in school.

You are simply exhausted by your current circumstances. Your parents argued last night and made the decision to split up as soon as possible. They continue hurling insulting remarks at one another as you stand there like a dreadful mannequin. You were at a loss for what to do, and if you try to get involved, they will be angry with you. You will be held responsible for everything.

Additionally, completing the tests that your other professors have given you wears you out. Your body weakened recently, and you were constantly sick. That explains your frequent absences from class. A few instructors do not mind if their pupils leave them in the middle of the lesson. But you can not avoid it in Mr. Cho's class.

He has a rule that if we all miss class, you have to show him your medical records the next day so he can reevaluate your attendance and, if you can persuade him, he would give you a special evaluation.

You are now standing outside his office. Fearfully knocking on his door. To alleviate the anxiety that was still bothering you, you adopted a new breathing technique. At last, you lifted your arms and knocked on his door.

A faint voice can be heard from his room. A moment later, he opened the door. He is clearly in awe of you when he sees you. Despite his expectation that you will arrive, he is captivated by your presence. His face is still cold, though.

" You have finally arrived, Ms. L/n." He said this while allowing you to enter first, then shutting and locking the door.

" Take your seat. Don't be scared. I won't bite.” He spoke as he sat in his swivel chair. You took the empty chair as well.

" Why would you want to talk to me, sir?" You asked.

His gaze focused on yours. “ It's obvious, Ms. L/n. It is all about your grades.” He replied.

You stay out of his angry gaze. “ I'm sorry, sir.” You offered him your apology.

His sarcastic laugh was audible to you. " Do you think saying sorry to me will help and save your deteriorating grades?" He queried. Even though Sang-woo felt bad about how hurtful his remarks were to you, he made an effort to keep the two of you professional.

Sang-woo is keeping himself from going crazy whenever you and he speak. He really wants to take you in his arms, hold you in his lap, and kiss you until you forget all of the issues that have been bothering you.

He began to become aroused due to his fantasy. He is aware of how tight his pants are. He makes an effort to adapt in order to feel at ease. He is riskily playing with his zipper with his other hand. He wants to make a noise, but you are still here. He does not wish to startle you with his odd behavior.

Sang-woo inclined toward his table. " Tell me, why do you have such poor academic performance this semester?"

You bite your lip, hoping not to cry in front of your professor. " This is too personal, sir. I would rather not tell anyone about it. I hope this makes sense.” You responded. With a sigh, Sang-woo reclined in his seat.

He approached you. The empty chair across from you was occupied by him. His finger is moving toward your chin. He attempted to get you to look at him by raising your chin. Sang-woo saw the sorrow and anguish in your eyes. He is curious as to what is causing your sadness, as it may have an impact on your academic performance.

He sighed. “ Fine. Take your time. Please let me know when you are ready. As your instructor (someone who secretly admires you), I am concerned about my students, particularly those who excel in my class and demonstrate an interest in my subject." He spoke quietly.

You sobbed at him and nodded your head. Finally, someone wants to respect your decision and not push you to express yourself. This time, you approach him and give him a firm embrace. Your face is resting against his chest. He radiates warmth that you can feel. You can also hear the beat of his heart.

Sang-woo froze at your abrupt motion. However, he simply let it go and gave you a stronger embrace. Sang-woo came to appreciate it after a long period of not feeling loved. Something inside of him awoke, making his heart warm again after a long period of coldness.

He thought he wouldnt mind. He believed he would never fall. Look at him; he has turned into a fool as a result of his stupid feelings for the girl who is younger than him.

He felt alive for the first time in his life. If only you knew how fortunate he was to have met you. He gave thanks to all the gods and goddesses that you and he happened to cross paths with that day. His world most likely would still be in disarray and chaos if he had not met you.

You withdrew from him after a lengthy embrace. Sang-woo already longs for your warmth.

" I sincerely apologize for my unusual approach to you, sir. I just…ahm…I just want to express my gratitude for your words." Your eyes flitted to the ground as you spoke.

Sang-woo laughed heartily. Your adorableness in front of him makes him want to pinch your cheeks when he sees you getting frustrated over the hug. “ Don't worry, Ms. L/n. Your secret is secure with me." His jokes made you chuckle quietly.

" Are you taking the bus again? He asked, changing the subject.

“ Yeah. As usual.” You replied.

“ It's late now. I will drive you home.” He extended an offer.

You glance at him right away. He gets confused when you shake your head. " No, I do not want to bother you anymore. It is only enough if it happens once.”

Sang-woo gave a sly smile. " You don't bother me, L/n." He replied.

“ It is dangerous outside. I never let my students wait and walk in the dark. Thugs are everywhere, and I do not want anything bad happen to you." His voice became softer and more worried.

“ Bu—” He put his finger to your lips before you could finish speaking. The sight of his finger causes your eyes to enlarge.

“ Please, I insist. I care about your safety. That's all.” He spoke.

…

You are forced to accept Mr. Cho's invitation to go home. His beauty and the way his eyes make puppy dog eyes are irresistible; he was so adorable that you nearly lost yourself.

When he smiles, you practically pass out. What if he does it again?

You had been getting along well with your professor lately. Every time you catch a glimpse of him, your heart beats faster. You also make a conscious effort to visit his office, despite the fact that it is somewhat distant from the room you were given. You are also searching for Mr. Cho when you are not at school. You wish you might run into him again at some unanticipated moment.

There are moments when you question whether your feelings for him are still typical. Do you believe it is appropriate to progressively get to know someone like him? This is strictly prohibited by law and in the opinion of many. Developing a romantic relationship with your teacher is a grave error and a sign of ineptitude.

However, why do not you keep doing it if you can conceal it? There is nothing wrong as long as no one knows.

You and Sang-woo chose to take a break on the bay side and take in the peace and quiet rather than heading straight home. Additionally, he purchased food from a convenience store to consume when one of you becomes hungry.

" I hope your parents do not freak out if their daughter gets home late." Sang-woo spoke while smoking his cigarettes.

You let out a sigh. " My parents did not care about my presence. They only need me if they want to blame someone for their mistakes." You responded. When Sang-woo looked at you, he was astounded by how poorly your parents treated you.

He pursed his lips in an attempt to avoid saying anything offensive. Because it is still your parent. Even if your parents are disrespecting you, you still need to respect them according to human ideology. It is a flawed ideology.

Sang-woo reached for a cigarette and handed it to you. You turned down his offer once more. " Here, take this. It will help you deal with your problems in some way—just do not become too attached to the cigarette; it may lead to a health problem." You sighed, accepting the cigarette.

" Is that why you are always chain smoking, Mr. Cho? It appears that you have a number of issues that need to be addressed in the meantime." You expressed yourself innocently. Sang-woo chuckled at your answer. He ruffled your hair because you are so cute.

“ Maybe.” He shrugged.

" What if your coping mechanism habit eventually leads to your premature death?" You posed the question.

“ Much better.” He responded with bitterness.

You take hold of his hand as you reach for it. Sang-woo was taken aback by your actions. He pursed his lip.

" I am not sure what your problem is, but I hope you do not end your life like this. There are many people who still love you and support you."

You looked up at the sky. " There is only one life, Mr. Cho. So we must not throw it all away. Cherish the moment while you can because time is running out and we do not know when or where our stories will end.” You proceeded. Sang-woo is simply paying attention to your words.

Sang-woo allows you to talk and hear what you are thinking. You have never spoken for this length of time before. You only respond in the short term when you are conversing with each other. He gets irritated sometimes when you still feel uneasy around him.

Your word of encouragement has amazed him. He had no idea how good you are at giving advice and making people better.

He made the right decision in selecting the person he would love.

“ Where's the lighter, Mr. Cho?” You asked. Sang-woo smiled before passing the lighter to your palm. When his hand came into contact with yours, he could not help but shudder.

As you lit the cigarette, Sang-woo fixed his gaze on yours. The fact that you lit a cigarette makes you appear even more gorgeous. Your actions seem to have caused his world to slow down. The way you suck the cigarette on your mouth and release a dense cloud of smoke caught his attention.

" Is this your first time smoking?" Sang-woo asked.

Then you suffocate on your own saliva. Sang-woo placed his hand on your back and stroked it while you were coughing violently. “ Hey, are you okay?” He asked you. The only reason he leaned was to check on you.

When you looked around and saw that your faces were too close to one another, you gasped. Your current level of anxiety caused you to swallow. Sang-woo is using the triangle method, and he never looks away from you.

Some hearts are attempting to express their true feelings through silence.

“ Sorry.” You said, stepping back from him. Rather than release you, he drew you in close and pressed his lips to yours without hesitation.

Sang-woo no longer cares about his reputation. In any case, he is prepared to give up his license. As a businessman, he's willing to take a risk just for you.

As you relish the sweetness of his kisses, you close your eyes. Sang-woo touched your cheek to intensify the kiss. Your hearts are dancing as you both seize this opportunity.

You two are aware that this will never occur again. Tomorrow, after this night, when the sun rises once more, things resume as usual. For the two of you, these experiences will seem like lovely, undiscovered memories.

Sang-woo caught his breath and withdrew. He tucked the loose hair behind your ear. He grabbed the cigarette from your hands and placed it in his mouth. Then he pressed his lips against you again, transferring the smoke to your mouth. You almost choked from how hot this scene was.

He backed away, smirking. You blow the smoke from your mouth. Sang-woo laughed as he saw your worried expression.

“ What was that, Mr. Cho?” You asked him.

" Some stupid things I knew." He responded. He stomped on the cigarette after throwing it to the ground.

“ What I mean is…what was that, Mr. Cho? The kiss?” The smile on his lips vanished.

He tightened his jaw and gazed at you. “ It was a kiss.” He answered.

You were not happy with his response, so you sighed. “ Why did you kiss me, Mr. Cho? You are well aware that everything was wrong from the start. You are my professor, and I am your student. That violates the rules." You told him with firmness.

“ I know. I know it's wrong.” He was looking at you.

" Is it still wrong if I tell you how much I love you?" He smugly said.

“ Love? Mr. Cho, we only met a month ago. A-Are you crazy? Tell me it was only a joke." You stated.

He laughed quietly. " Perhaps I am crazy." He replied.

All you could do was sigh. “ This is wrong, Mr. Cho.”

He grabbed your hands and held them. He had a variety of expressions in his eyes when you looked at him. " No one will know if neither of us opens this issue, right? So, don't overthink it." He placed his hand on your cheeks and caressed them gently.

" I apologize if I did that." He made an apology.

" Let us forget this happened." He began to speak. He drew his hands away from your face after grinning.

" But I will never forget this night because you made me feel alive again."

…

Following that encounter, you and Sang-woo started to drift apart. It was you who stayed away from him. You just made up an excuse to get away from him when he was about to call you into his office. There was no other reason to speak with him after you responded to his questions each time he called your name for recitation in his class.

You also saw that his eyes darkened after you treated him coldly. Everything was different after that night. You can still feel his lips on yours. The way the smoke from the cigarette he exhaled was in your mouth and you both shared it. You simply rejected Sang-woo and avoided him when he confessed his love to you.

However, you enjoy—no, love everything about it. There were no regrets after you two shared a kiss. However, your brain was only being affected by excessive fear. The situation becomes more complex when you are with him.

Additionally, you are unsure of your true feelings for him. You forgot you had a crush on someone else before Mr. Cho entered your life. Now you are making yourself relive the emotions you had for your crush instead.

A hard pat on the shoulder. When you looked around, you noticed Thanos grinning broadly at you.

“ What?!” You asked sourly.

" Your mind is off somewhere, my friend. I called your name several times, but you did not hear me." He responded.

You and this stupid jerk have known each other since primary school. You never became friends with him because he was the bully at your school, and you were a victim of his. Even so, when you were both in secondary school, your relationship with him was somewhat set in stone.

“ What do you want, Su-bong?” You annoyingly asked him.

“ Ahm…” Thanos dragged you into an empty classroom. He ensured that no one would be watching someone else and locked the door.

Your body begins to tremble with fear. “ What…what are you gonna do?”

He groaned. " Enough of thinking negatively about me, Y/n. Don't worry, I'm not going to assault you. I locked the fucking door because I want to speak with you privately." He responded vehemently.

He reached for his phone and aimed it directly at your face. " Someone has photographed you and Mr. Cho outside. According to what you saw, you were kissing him or he was kissing you." Thanos allows you ample time to study the image.

Indeed, it was both you and him. The fact that you were caught that night makes you uneasy.

“ Where did you get that?"

Thanos grinned. “ It's none of your business.”

" Are you two dating? It is against the rules, Y/n.”

You gave him a hard stare. “ Me and Mr. Cho didn't date, okay? We barely spoke to each other inside of this school, and you hypothesized that something happened between us?" You exclaimed angrily.

Thanos grumbled. " Have you noticed how the creepy old man looks at you? If you were made of ice, you would have melted." He became enraged.

“ Y/n, that man is dangerous. He may appear to be an angel, but he is actually the devil hiding himself from everyone.”

“ Why did you tell me about this, Su-bong?”

Thanos let out a sigh. His eyes are filled with worry. " I am just letting you know. I sensed you were never going to tell the truth; at least I can warn you."

" Keep away from that man, Y/n. That man is no good for you. I have known that man all my life, which is why I do not respect him. You know me; I will only respect those who deserve it.”

Thanos shrugged. " I do not care if you like, love, marry, or fuck anyone who is twice or three times your age. But Cho Sang-woo should not be on your damn lists."

You folded your arms. “ So what's your point here, Su-bong?”

Infuriatingly, he ruffled his hair. “ Y/n! Quit criticizing me. I am so worried about you that I will allow you to view the photo.” He argued.

“ For Pete's sake, I know that man, Y/n! There are numerous issues related to him. And I am not sure if he is manipulating you or just trying to gain your trust."

" I came here because I am concerned. I have known you since we were kids. Maybe our relationship is not as good as the others, but I am still concerned about you. That's all.” He clarified.

" Su-bong, perhaps the pictures were created using artificial intelligence. Today's technology is becoming increasingly creepy. They are capable of making something realistic." You responded.

Thanos snorted. “ Fine. I am going to stop here." He returned his phone to his pocket. " But I have already warned you, Y/n."

" Just stay away from him while it is still early, and do not let your feelings for him grow. Just a bit of advice for you, my friend." He said before walking away.

You appeared to have passed out and sat on the ground, allowing your eyes to well up with tears. You have a lot of questions, but you are not sure where to find the answers. It's as if you are conducting research without RRL; it is invalid. It is unrealistic.

However, your feelings for him are genuine. You want to take a chance, but you are overcome with a sense of unease and anxiety.

…

“ Mom, I'm home~!” Sang-woo stated as he attempted to walk directly to their residence. He holds an alcoholic beverage in his hand and consumes it all. He unbuttoned his shirt as well.

He arrived home late. Sad and shattered. Sang-woo's mother came up to him, and because of how heavy Sang-woo's body is, they nearly fell to the ground. “ Son, what happened to you?” She asked him anxiously.

Sang-woo stutters. " Mom, my friends have invited me to a party. We have some fun. So~ much fun that I almost forgot that I needed to come home.” He answered his mom. Sang-woo was carried to their couch by his mother, who then threw his body on it.

" This is the first time you have behaved like this, son. I will talk to you once you have sobered up.” As she walked to the kitchen to get a cloth and some warm water to use to wipe his body.

In actuality, he drowned himself in alcoholic beverages while at the pub. He is making an effort to lessen the suffering he has endured over the last several weeks. Your avoidance of him and your constant use of a weak excuse to completely avoid him when he tries to approach you have a real impact on him.

Due to his disruptive behavior, the bouncers are ejecting him from the pub. He was defrauded by the investment firms he applied to, which is another factor contributing to his intoxication. Even worse, all of his clients had already paid him, and he had no idea where he could locate the enormous sums of money he owed them. He is being haunted by some of his clients because of this.

Due to his problems, Sang-woo also submitted a resignation letter to the dean's office. He does not want his carelessness to damage the university's reputation.

The dean tells him that before she signs Sang-woo's resignation paper, he must complete the semester here. He has no choice but to accept the cold treatment that you have shown him.

He met a man in the subway who asked him to play a silly game. He defeated the stranger in numerous rounds and took the money they had agreed upon. He was also given an odd card by the man, along with a number that Sang-woo could call if he wanted to take part.

Time passed, and Sang-woo awoke with a terrible headache. He tried to stand up, groaning. “ Mom?!” He called his mom.

" Sang-woo, you are finally awake. You are completely awake, and I am preparing your favorite dish. I also purchased medicine to alleviate your hangover." She spoke. Sang-woo gave her a pleasant smile.

“ Thank you, mom.”

…

Sang-woo's last encounter with his mother would be that day. He observes his mother from a distance as she goes to their store to pay her a covert visit. He desperately wants to speak with his mother and admits that he is lying about being on a business trip and meeting his client.

He really does not want his mother to be overly concerned about his safety. He was just lying about the fictitious business trip, and he felt bad every time his mother called. Sang-woo continues to be reluctant to call the number on the card. He needs to resolve the unresolved conflicts first, particularly for Y/n, before he can dial those numbers.

Y/n is the person he loved. His feelings for her remain hopelessly romantic. Sang-woo is observing her from a distance. Although he may come across as a spooky stalker, he followed her to ensure her safety at all times.

Sang-woo is reading and analyzing the lesson he will be discussing today while he is in his office. Additionally, he double-checks his assessment paper to make sure all of the words he entered are correct.

It's 11:10. Raising himself from his seat, Sang-woo carried the papers and his bag. Their midterm is in two weeks, and he has spent the last few weeks working on the exam's questionnaire.

He arrived in the room at precisely 11:15. As soon as they saw him, the room fell silent. The papers were slammed onto the table by Sang-woo. He launched his laptop and began talking about the lesson. He called on his students to join in his recitation by selecting them at random from the index card, as he always does.

Three hours have gone by. All of his class papers from today have now been turned in to him. Sang-woo waited until his pupils had left the room.

Sang-woo gave you a quick look. He just pursed his lips because he was sad while you were repairing your belongings.

“ Ms. L/n.” The whole room is resonating with his voice.

You whirled around to face him. Sang-woo's heart skips a beat and he freezes when he sees your beauty again. “ Can you stay here for a while? I have some important things to discuss with you." He spoke.

Jade and Kevin are raising their eyebrows and secretly laughing. They left you and Mr. Cho alone after waving their hands at you.

You stood like a statue when your friends eventually left. “ What are we going to discuss, sir? If it is about my academic performance, don't worry; I will do my best to excel again in your class."

He stepped closer to you. " Why are you trying to avoid me?" He asked you.

" With all due respect, sir—how come I avoided you? I am actually talking to you. If I'm av—”

" Stop being so stubborn, Y/n." He did not allow you to finish.

You rolled your eyes and scoffed in frustration. " What is your true intention, sir?" Your arms were crossed.

Sang-woo's jaw tightened. He leaned in your direction. " I do not tolerate this kind of behavior, Ms. L/n." His voice thickened and grew deeper.

“ Don't tempt me, L/n.” He said.

“ I don't tempt you, sir.” You spoke with ferocity.

You can feel Sang-woo's hands stroking your cheeks. You seem to be gasping for air due to the simple action he performed. Your lips are being brushed by his thumb. He slowly inserted his thumbs inside your mouth while he was staring at you. As you rode to his trip, he growled. You start sucking his thumb as if it were a lollipop.

You nearly gagged when he pressed his thumb further. His thumb is moving around inside your mouth. Your saliva created a long, elastic line that slicked to his skin after he pulled out his thumb. After pulling you, Sang-woo planted a kiss on your lips.

The kiss remains enchanting for the third time. You still get butterflies in your stomach from it. It appears that you have surrendered to your emotions. You do not give a damn about the consequences if you are caught engaging in inappropriate behavior in class.

You returned his kisses. You wanted to kiss him more deeply, so your hands kept moving to his head and gripping it. Now your mouth is filled with his tongue. He is exploring within you. You simply let him do whatever he wants to do because you are inexperienced with this. You have already given your full consent to the experienced man standing in front of you.

He drew away from you, his breathing heavy. Sang-woo is waiting for you to speak, but he chooses to carry on what he began when you do not respond. He puts his head right down on your neck and starts sucking you like a vampire who is thirsty and wants to taste your blood. Your new sensation drives you crazy. As he begins sucking your skin, you are letting out a moan.

You squeaked when you felt Sang-woo's hardness against your skirt after he pressed his body against you. He is starting to grind himself against you. He escorted you over to the table and raised you up so you could sit on it. His hands are now unfastening your uniform's button.

“ Are you sure that you want to continue?” He asked you.

You gave a nod. He grinned. He grabbed your chin. “ That's my good girl.” He spoke softly.

He took off both your bra and your uniform. He nearly passed out upon seeing your breasts. He begins by planting a kiss on your neck and then moves his lips down to your breast. His lips begin to lick your erect nipple. The feeling you have had made you simply hold onto his hair.

His hands are moving towards your covered area. You moaned louder as he made a circular motion toward your clit. Sang-woo smirked as he sensed how wet you were for him. He removed your panties and placed them in his pocket. He went down to taste your soaking cunt.

He began tasting you as he licked it. To Sang-woo, you have a strawberry-like flavor. It is the ideal complement to his cigarettes.

You were drawn to Sang-woo's lap as he sat on the chair. He made sure your pussy was directly pressing against his aching member. He began to give you advice on how to increase friction between you two. He hissed when he felt you, despite the fact that he was still fully dressed. You began directing yourself toward him as well.

“ Please, I need you…” You spoke in between your moans.

" What exactly do you need me for? Be specific, love.” He responded.

" I want to feel your fucking cock on my pussy." You groaned.

" You are such a fucking slut for me, L/n. You are begging your teacher to fuck you mercilessly." He let out a moan.

" You said it was morally wrong, and now you are bouncing in my fucking cock, L/n." He continued grinding to you.

After losing self-control, Sang-woo unzipped his fly and let go of his sore member. Its head pulsates and leaks pre-cum. He raises you so he can slide his member over you. Feeling him inside of you made you moan. You feel like he is ripping you to pieces. He wanted you to get used to his size, so he did not move.

A tear slips out of your eye. He wipes away your tears and gives you a passionate kiss before moving slowly.

“ So tight for me.” He spoke quietly between your ears.

“ Mine.” He snarled as he pushed violently toward you. As your tits bounce in front of him, he fucks you hard and sucks one of your nipples. Sang-woo held on to your throat. He hit your spot, causing you to lean backwards and make loud, lewd noises.

Also, you sensed that he was getting close to his edge. “ Do you want to cum, Y/n?” He spoke.

You simply nodded. No words are escaping your lips. As he thrust deeply inside of you, Sang-woo carried you to the table once more and pressed your body against the wooden surface.

“ Then beg for me.” He spoke while clutching your neck.

“ Please…fuck…please make me fucking cum!” He thrust more quickly after you yelled, causing you both to curse and groan. You two no longer gave a damn if people found out that you were having sex in the school building.

You both arrived in one final thrust. Your mouth produces a loud moan. His seed has been spilled inside your womb. He stayed inside of you, then slowly slipped out of your hole after leaning his head to kiss you. Something was already missing from you when he pulled away. The extra fluid is leaking into your hole. Sang-woo was gasping for air as he gazed at your cunt, which was artistically painted with his seed.

That was the most magical experience for both of you. They let you both feel what it was like to be in heaven for a little while.

He assisted you in fixing yourself. Both buttoning your uniform and fastening your bra. In order to brush your hair, he also took out his comb.

" Could you still stand?" He seemed to be making fun of you when he asked.

He laughed when you slapped his arm. He got you to stand up. The most surprising thing was that he carried you like a bride.

“ Hey, someone will see us!” You spoke while slapping his chest.

Sang-woo gave you a look. " Do you still think about that? After you let out a loud moan while I was fucking you? Unbelievable, L/n.” He replied, which made you blush.

" I do not care if they terminate me from this school."

" I have already decided." He has his gaze fixed on you. " I am willing to put everything on the line for you, my love." He continued.

" Even if making you mine means my death, I will not care as long as you are with me."

" I am ready to die in your arms, Y/n. When you come across me in the corridor, you already take my breath away."

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Beggars can't be choosers(5)

Ao3 - Prev - Next

Decepticons & Reader(GN), Skywarp & Reader(GN), Rumble & Reader(GN) ,Thundercracker & Reader(GN)

You find an "automatic" tank busted in the middle of the night, and as the good millitar Mechanic that you are, you fix it

Or, the Decepticons don't have a trained doctor(yet), and you just volunteered as a substitute by their leaders' logic and standards

You had to walk over 3 hours to get to your job, but fuck if it wasn't worth it, with a convenient lie here and there you could access the showers, earning a cold bath, but a bath nonetheless, you had to convince Rumble to stay in your bag but better that than the unconfortable chance of him asking why are you ashamed of being nude

The dreadful feeling of how the fuck were you meant to misdirect a parts shipment was momentarily ignored during the morning. You focused on your job, in some moments, when it was you and your colegues, you could pretend everything was normal again... then the second you were alone, Rumble would pop in and start talking smack of what he had heard from your previous conversation, sometimes he was paying more attention than you were at those

His perspective of the conversations are quite funny tho, wich balances the awareness of constant surveillance that he is to you

"I'm just saying, maybe she sould be less of a Glitch if she wants that promotion sooo bad" he says to you as you work on a new tank model, this one not being secretary alive thankfully... hopefully, please don't be alive

"It's been some hard months to her" you roll a big wheel to possition, ready to take the old one out "let her be a bit mean"

"You are just saying that because she is your superior" the caccette snicker "I saw your face contort when she called your work sloopy"

You huff, rolling the old wheel out of the way "shut up"

"See! Oh! Hey human, you busy?" You look at him, in caccette mode at the nearest table, while you were making heavy work of changing a tanks big old wheels

"Guess"

"We are going to have a visitor- HIM?! WHY HIM?!" You see the caccetticon jump angrily from side to side "ughhhh I should've let Frenzy come if this is who I'll be seeing today"

You freeze, gathering all your courage and walk very calmly, ever so casual, to the work table, pretending to be reading the spread street of the model you are working on, ever so aware of the cameras surrounding you now, and says "who's coming?"

"Skywarp, that overcooked turkey" Rumble murmurs annoyed

"He's... a jet or a tank?"

"Jet..."

"Tell him to park at hagar 11" you move your hands over the spread sheet "the cameras are wonky there since last years black-out, it's usualy free for us to take a break now, but every once in a while a pilot will park there and we'll have to move over for the maintainence team"

"Got it"

"I am serious, if he lands anywere else and I get caught or one of you guys do, I will be useless to your cause and you probably captured and studied under a, not so gentle, science team"

"Oh, don't worry about that, Skywarp would be fine... we, on the other hand... I could just blow this place up"

"For more of the technological advantage and size that you have, we humans are like cockrouches, hard to kill, harder to get rid off, you may escape but your existence would become publicly, from what I understand you guys don't want that"

"Fair... here, done, now stop complaining!"

"Thank you"

"Don't mention it..." but you see the little jump of surprise the caccette gave when you thanked him, an amused smile coming to your face "stop looking at me like that!"

"Fine,fine, how long untill our guest arrives?"

"Knowing him? One human hour, a little bit more, an arc"

"That fast?"

"Seekers" you can hear the roll of optics

"Got it" you go back to the tank and finish its maintenance quickly, heading out to hagar 11, and praying no-one is there for now

It was, in fact, not empty, but you had some time to kill, so you gave a warning to everyone and marked the room as "in use," putting cones around the outside area, no-one questioned you, there was no reason to, for now, tomorrow was another story

You hear the familiar turbins of jets and planes while waiting for your new patient, watching from afar as pilots jumped off and in their planes, the place was busy, paint work, maintenance, cargo, a little bit of everything happening today, not unusual

Then you see a black and purple jet approaching quickly, if it weren't for the unfamiliar color scheme, you would have confused him for a usual warmachine, unlike the other seeker you know, this one's turbins don't make a diferent sound

You wonder if it's intentional on his part or not

Picking the sinalizers, you start the procedure for his landing, keeping up the charade, he lands without issue, and enters inside the hangar "bit more to the left!"

You guide, carefully thinking a position where the cameras wouldn't capture you that well, mindful of his emblem in both wings, you had to hide those before someone barges in

"This place looks like trash" you hear the jet complain

"Quieter!" You scold him

"Don't tell me what to do human" you see the two blasters slide to your direction, a purple glow emanating from them "you are lucky our lord thinks you are useful"

"And you would disapoint him if you blew up this cover" you bluff, heart beating fast in face of the charging alien guns "so do as I say, and be quieter"

"..." the weapons cool off "fine"

"Oh wow, I thought you couldn't shut up!" Rumble snickers from your pocket

"Rumble?!" You hear the jet, this time his voice more quieter, someone could belive a pilot was inside him graced with a loud voice from birth, better than the booming from before "you are playing human-keeper now?HA!"

"Oh shove it up your aft Skywarp, would you?" The caccette jumps off your pocket and transforms, hands on hip joints "at least I am not the one having a check-up with the little doctor, what did you broke this time?"

"For your information I did nothing!"

"Go back to caccette mode" you shove the big lavender alien against a pile of boxes "someone could see you"

"This is merely a request from lord Megatron" the caccette shows his silver tongue, they have tongues, alright, fuck, what the hell, why wouldn't they "a test for the human"

You pick Rumble up and leave him on top of the boxes, rolling your eyes at Skywarp answer, you are starting to suspect that whatever test you should be having you already passed, and now the warlord was just using that as an easy way to convince the more stuborn mechs to come to you.... wich seems to be all of them

"Enough with the talk, let me in, I need to do my job" you pull the big metal ladder from it's resting place, tool box in hand

"Ew, you are getting inside of me?" You can see the plane scrunching in itself in disgust "with those gruby hands, fat chance"

You sigh loudly "I'll desynthesize you after, now stop being a baby"

"What's a baby?" Rumble asks from down bellow

"Tinny human that only cries, eat and poops"

"HA! THAT IS SKYWARP- wait what is poops?"

"SHUT UP!" You hear his blasters caring again

"Alright, fine, I won't get in!" You quickly pull the ladder off, ignoring Rumbles' question and paccing around the place "I'll still have to touch you for a check-up"

"As long as you are not inside my cockpit" you hear his guns power down again, great, a trigger happy bitch "I can deal with the rest"

"Deal"

Just like that you start your work, turbins functional, motor in very good condition, estabelizers well fixed in place, joints needing oil but that's nothing compared to what you had to do before

No energon leaks, his landing wheel, however, needed to be changed, you didn't knew if they expanded to a bigger part of his body or not, depending on where they were stored in his other form you couldn't replace them without breaking or denting him

"Your wheels" you stretch out, your joints begging for a break "do they expand when you transform?"

"What?"

You gently kick the landing gear "this part of you, have you noticed if it changed when in your Cybertronian form?"

"Not really..." he thinks

"Alright, this I'll have to check on the base later, because outside of your used up wheels you are good to go"

"That's it?" You hear the disbelief in the mechs voice "no need to open me up and check my circuits? How do you know I'm even sane!"

"You are a bit trigger happy for my tastes, but nothing too out of it from your leader, and I am not a therapist, kidnap another human for that, one that at least has the right degree this time, I didn't do robotics y'know"

"Are you calling lord Megatron crazy?!" You hear for the tenth time his weapons power up, now so used to it you don't cower anymore

"I am saying he has anger issues, and he will need to check that after whatever war is going on pass if he wishes to finally have peace with himself" you clean your hands "not that he is crazy, and neither are you, just traumatized in diferent ways, probably"

"..." again, the weapons cool down "you are weird..."

"I know, right?" Rumble says after a while only observing you work

You roll your eyes and say nothing, guiding your guest out of the hangar, without any more words, he takes off and you watch the black and purple jet grow ever small in the horizon, then he shines purple, and like a trick of the light, he glitches in the same place and suddenly... he is gone

You look at Rumble shocked "what did just happen?!"

"What? Never saw a jet teleport before?" He laughs

"HE CAN TELEPO- warp, of course, of course he can. Why wouldn't he be able to teleport, I should stop questioning things at this point"

..............................

You had fucked up, that's the only thought plagging your mind as you enter your superiors office, the comander ever stoic greets your with a nod and polite acknowledged "do you know why you are here?"

"No sir" you answer honestly, anxiety eating you alive "I was just informed to come talk to you"

"I see, good, it makes this easier" he takes a contract from his desk, and slides it to you "read it and sign on the doted lines, congratulations"

"Congratulations...?" You pick up the papers, the caccette in your pocket swirls in amusement as you gasp, a promotion "I-thank you very much, sir!"

Chief of maintenance and test operations, chief mechanic, a huge pay upgrade, how? You weren't the most competent one, nor the most proactive or suck up, how was this decided, your mind runs with questions as you walk slowly by the corridor, the time to go "home" finally came

And now, of all times too, you couldn't even commemorate properly without fake smiles, playing the part of a lucky and hard earned rewarded worker

"How...?" You murmur walking by the road side to the middle of the deserted area

"Sooo" you hear Rumble say "how did you like the gift?"

"..." You stop, picking the caccette from it's resting place in your backpack "you did this?"

"Eh... yes, while you were occupied, really your human communication conection isn't hard to break in" now that night falls the caccette transforms, and walks beside you "a context here, some names there, a mensage for one then to another and bam, mission accomplished just like lord Megatron desired"

"Why?"

"Something about an advantage to the cause by your missions success"

"..." Oh... it's so you can directly have access to the shipment and personally request the parts "makes sense"

The walk continues, and from a brief second, you think you say something parked up ahead, something shaped like your bike, but it was just your wishful thinking, it was only Thundercracker

"At this point I'll start calling you my designated driver" you wave at him, body tired from work and walk

The blue seeker hufs, no smile on sight, but no frown either "I am the only one open to the idea of it, just don't expect me at your back and call every time you need to go somewhere without previous warning"

He transforms, and you climb inside, Rumble jumping in and waiting for you in caccette mode on the pilot seat , he takes off after you secured yourself and your precious backpack

"So..." You start "how was your day?"

"Smooth" Rumble says, you roll your eyes

"Do you have a better topic than this for a four to three hours flight or do you want to stay quiet during it?" You grumble

"I may not be allowed to disclose details to humans" Thundercracker answers anyways

"I'm not asking for missions report, just, what did you do besides those y'know? Free time or something stupid you saw, those things"

You feel the jet hum rather than hear him "I see... Skywarp was acting strange today, he tried to transform while seeing his own feet several times, it was funny to see him tumble down"

"Please tell Reflector caugh those moments, Please!" Rumble begs

"Ask him yourself..."

"I can't belive he actualy tried to see his wheels change" you hold back a laugh "he could have just waited for me, is he always this impatient?"

"You have no ideia"

"Speaking of Skywarp... he can teleport is that... normal to you guys?"

"Ah... this explains why he went into recharge when he got back" the jet murmurs

"Yes and no" Rumble answers "these guys won't say if they were born with it or acquire it. Honestly, my best guess is that Starscream modified them in their recharge"

"If the comander wishes to keep this between ourselves, I won't divulgue the truth to anyone else"

"So you do have a special hability like that?" You fishiout

"An anoying one" Rumble grumbles "so loud"

"Not my fault that you don't run the second you hear me coming"

"How am I to run when you come already blasting that Primus-forsaken high pithched sound!"

"Like super sonic booms? Fascinating... you use it offten?"

"Those habilities offten costs too much energy to use, not effective for constant battle"

"I thought you wouldn't divulge any information for a human" Rumble teases

"It is nothing any other bot doesn't know already, only fair to share it with our medic"

"Thanks"

"You are too polite fleshie" "you are welcome"

..............................

Getting back on the Decepticon base, you imediatly went to the medical wing, asking Rumble and Thundercracker to pass a mensage to Skywarp that you wanted to see him, Rumble rolled his optics and passed the task soly to Thundercracker, who complied without fuss

Nothing was unusual, your things still clutered by the side on the ground, maybe you could convince one of them to move a metal box and make a better rest area, the exposed feeling that you had when sleeping was not helping you to actually rest at night

You hear the heavy sound of pads approaching and get ready to greet your patient

Skywarp didn't make too much of a fuss this time, transforming twice for you to analyze his form, luckly he didn't expand the wheels, wich means you could change them properly without risking deeper damage

"Good, pass by tomorrow in my work again, I'll be able to change your wheels, and you will have more control over your landing again, no problem"

"Tsk, my landing is perfect"

"But it could feel better, right?"

"... I guess"

"So you are good to go" you gently pat his pads

He sides steps you, like you were a angry dog ready to bite his ankles, somehow you scared him off, odd... better him scared than angry tho, and finaly Skywarp leaves

You can't rest yet however, as you can hear arguing getting closer and closer to you

"I already said I'm fine!" That was Thundercracker

"The deal was to pass in this mediocre doctor or so help me Primus you stuborn jet!" And this is a scratchy electronic voice

On cue, they enter, the blue seeker being forcefully dragged by the red one, Thundercracker is pushed forward into your direction and Starscream leans by the door, blocking the passage and observing the blue mechs actions

"Hey" you wave at your friendly seeker

He sighs "hello... this is a pointless check up"

"You will do as I say" the red seeker says nonchalantly "or you will have to recharge here, without a proper berth, and be too exhausted for tomorrows patrol, leaving our poor base vulnerable to Autobots attacks"

"You are... so anoying when doing your actual job"

"It suits me, doesn't it?" he teases, and Thundercracker transforms

As expected he was far better than before, apparently the last black spots were only from close calls and not direct hits, his leaking pipes were healing, much like Megatrons, but there was no necessity to change or apply more tape, the wholes were small, and almost fully consumed by the living metal, and perhaps these pipes weren't that much stretched and used by Thundecrackers alt-form, making the makeshift bandages you did still looking like new

During your inspection, you felt red optics following your every move and judgment in them, you are pretty sure Soundwave did the same when you worked on Ravage the day before, but you were too focused to notice because of the tension, or he just knows how to stare quietly

Due to that, however, you kept quiet during it all, too intimidated to make small talk

"Done" you announce, closing his cockpit "everything good around here, your wunds are healing nicely and no critical dents, you are good to go"

You jump off and he de-transforms, looking dead panned at his officer "happy now?"

"Hardly, is this what you call a report human?" He sneers at you "I could do better than that when I was still a novice"

You look annoyed at him, taking a deep breath, and pulling your best official posture "of course sir, my apologies, status report: the patient seems to be making considerate progress to be back at 100% health, his wunds are closing nicely and no proeminent malfunction has been detected in his exterior or interior hardware, permission not granted for software evaluation, no need for spare parts in the present moment, may he proceed away from harm his recovery is guarantee in perhaps 3 to 7 days, any questions?"

Both seekers stared at you, shocked by your speech, Starscream engines pick up, and his vents loudly protest, his wings flickering rapidly"no... dismissed"

"I told you, he got a millitar human"

"Shut it, back to patrol with you" they left as they entered, but this time, Thundercracker waved a goodbye at you, a mischievous smile in his face

Finally you dropped in your small pile made of a thin blanket and clothes you found in "lost and founds" today at your job, singing tiredly at the bright ceiling, this was your life now, better get used to it

#transformers #transformers x reader #skywarp x reader #rumble x reader #thundercracker x reader #tf g1 #<- main insp #still mainly platonic #gender neutral reader #human reader #decepticons x reader #transformers bcbc fic

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lemonmaid · 1 year ago

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You know what I love chat? Reincarnation.

Imagine being Sukuna's lover in every universe, in every life, every time stamp, but not surviving a single one.

Sukuna remembering every, e v e r y single one. The anguish, the raw feeling he feels every single time watching you die.

Warnings: slowly crippling insanity, yandereish, pregnancy, male pregnancy, omegaverse, mention abortion, gender neutral reader but the first and second are female and male, child birth, sacrificing

First.

It was a typical love story, a farm boy meeting a daughter of a shaman. When Sukuna first started courting, the man of the house, (Name)'s mother, told him that he had bad, very demonic energy and needed to be cleansed. (Name) and Sukuna rolled their eyes and eloped.

Sukuna rushed to his shared home with you. He was in the fields working in the blistering summer heat when a messenger ran towards him, telling him his wife was in labor.

He felt ecstatic. He prayed to the gods that your delivery would be safe.

Appernlty no gods bared him that request.

"Mrs Ryomen!! Relax".

(Name) let out a pained cry, their stomach contracted, tighting to move the babe from their stomach, "I- FUCK! I CANT!".

Midwives held onto (Name)'s hands, easing (Name) onto their knees, "Ma'am- you have to push-".

Sukuna slammed open the door, hearing his wife's crys, "I'm here!!".

(Name) looked at Sukuna with teary eyes, "Suki- OH GODS!".

Sukuna rushed to (Name)'s side, holding her hand, "Breathe my love-".

(Name) let out a scream, the midwives speaking amongst themselves. A small cry was heard, "it's a boy sir".

Sukuna held a proud smile on his face, looking down at his wife to see their reaction.

(Name) looked at Sukuna in a daze and back at their son, "he's beautiful Suki....".

Sukuna looked at (Name) with worried eyes, looking at the midwives, "something- hey- something is wrong!!".

One of the midwives looked under (Name)'s nightgown before going pale. One rushed out of the small hut. Sukuna gave his son to a midwife, before putting his focus on his wife, "hey hey hey, look at me, don't close your eyes".

The doctor didn't show up untill three hours later, but by that time (Name) was gone.

Sukuna looked at his crying son, his heart heavy, his mind weaked.

'I would do anything to bring them back'.

'Anything?' A voice rang out.

Sukuna looked backed at his crying son, then at the marbled statue at the altar.

That day, Sukuna murdered his own blood for a gamble with a hinnagami. It wasn't until his death that he knew what he wished for.

Second.

When Sukuna awoke, or when he first gained consciousness; he was in a different world or what he concluded a different universe.

Alphas, betas and Omegas.

It was... peculiar, different, but when he found you again, he stopped caring. You were a male this time, a beta male. It didn't matter to him. You were his mate, his soul mate, and he wasn't going to lose you this time.

"I want you to take birth control".

You looked at him with a deadpan face, "Okay werido".

"I'm serious".

You sighed. You've only dated or courted Sukuna for a year, and it felt like he knew everything about you, he had his quirks but it didn't make you love him any less.

"Baby." You reached over, grabbing his waist, "I'm a beta.... I can't get pregnant. "

"Sir, I'm surprised to say this, but you're pregnant".

Sukuna felt his heart drop to his chest. You were flabbergasted, "HOW!?" Both of you said in allusion.

"It looks like you're just.... an omega in terms".

Sukuna growled, "in terms of what? He doesn't have a scent nor-".

"I understand that, sir, your mate has.... we just need to do further testing".

After the doctor left the room, Sukuna has his eyes on you. "You need to get an abortion".

Your eyes widen, "excuse me?".

"You need to remove the thing-".

"That thing is our pup-".

"It's going to kill you-".

"You don't know that! People give birth every day, and it there's, like, barely a chance of death! We live in a time of technology! Not like, the stone age!".

Sukuna huffed, "I think....".

"I think you're just scared, baby..." You grabbed his hand, "... it's..... I know you're scared and I am too, but I want this with you... I'm ready. " You smiled softly at Sukuna, your smile relaxing him.

You were five months pregnant when you died. Sukuna could've laughed. It wasn't this pregnancy that killed you. No, it was a freak accident. Who would've thought that a fire happened at your work trapping you inside on your last day before maternity leave.

Three

When Sukuna awoke again, he vowed to just convince you (trap you) to stay at home. This time, he would get a vasectomy when he was of age.

Sukuna searched for you.

He didn't care about this world.

He just wanted to find you.

He found you.

But you were already dead.

In this life, luckily, he had the chance to grow up with you. You both went to the same school, became highschool sweethearts.

War broke out, separating you two.

No matter how much Sukuna fought against it, he was drafted. Sukuna didn't care who he hurted, he just wanted to go back home to you.

Which is why he cut his own foot off. He heard of other men doing the same thing, so why couldn't he?

While waiting in the discharge center he found out that his home town had been bombed.

Sukuna started hating humanity.

He hated this curse.

He hated that no matter what lifetime he was in, he could never have you to himself.

489

This life started out strange. He was born back into the Hiean period. But he couldn't find you. Instead of killing himself to reset the life, he decided to take centuries long frustration on humanity, it was a good run, people called him "King of Curses".

Instead of dying, cruelly, he was punished by being sealed. During that he rest he could only think of you and only you, how beautiful every form, every life you've had, you were still breath taking.

He couldn't stand the fear in your eyes. He came back, and here you are staring at him like he is a monster. Sure, this isn't his body. And yes, you just saw him take over your student's body. But it doesn't matter anyways, he's back.

And no one is going to take you away this time.

#heian era sukuna #sukuna x reader #jjk x reader #male reader #female reader #sukuna ryoumen x reader

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bagopucks · 1 year ago

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J. Hughes - Mine All Mine

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Jack Hughes x Fem!reader

Requested✨

Word Count: 1.6k

Warning(s): Relationship insecurities, minor angst

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Nobody embodied black cat and golden retriever like Jack and I. Heart warming and full of wonder clashed in a crunchy harmony with indifference and a guarded personality. Jack had an innocence that made him special. I sometimes wondered just how blind he was to the cruelties of the world, but I never dared to ruin that part of him. I envied Jack in only the way a girlfriend could. I wished I could see the world the way he did, and yet I knew I never would. My mind had been tainted by past and present. By reality and technology. While Jack seemed so perfectly protected from the atrocities of life, I seemed to always encounter them.

I saw Jack as an angel. Heaven sent. Myself? I was merely a tainted soul who’d gotten lost on the way to hell. My darkness made his light all the more prominent.

“I love that movie!” His loud voice carried across the venue. I peered over my glass of wine toward a table full of seated men and women. Jack was always so social. Especially at parties. Despite my love for weddings, I was not as outwardly jovial. I had a subtle adoration for things. A solemn love. I liked to sit and observe, and enjoy things alone. At least that was the way I had been before Jack. He was one of the only people who had ever been able to breach my walls.

People often told Jack he was too loud, how amusing was it that I was one of the only people who loved his volume. His expressiveness.

Though I did not crack a smile, my eyes lingered. And my heart thudded. Jack looked amazing. I prayed for the day that we too could be like the couple sitting alone enjoying a meal with fresh rings on their fingers, preparing to lay up our treasures together in our new home. My eyes locked with the woman next to Jesper. Our lingering gazes broke when her lips parted, and the distain in the woman’s expression spoke volumes despite her whispers.

I was not blind to the general disliking people took to me. Nobody ever understood how Jack and I were together, or how we worked. People were open about their disinterest in our relationship. A disrespectful and hurtful thing in many ways. But I had never been one to express my pain that others inflicted. I understood their concern, and yet it hurt all the same.

In truth, I too questioned my relationship with Jack. I feared I brought him down. I feared being with him did the exact opposite of what I swore to do when I chose to love him. I feared I held his wonder back.

I watched the woman’s distain shift into disgust. Jack seemed to reply to her words, but I could barely focus on him when she looked so… displeased. My heart sank. People often said I did not try hard enough to make Jack happy, and that was an easy factor to believe if nobody ever saw us in private. Though at first I used to scoff and roll my eyes, the more it was said, the more I began to believe.

I lost interest in the expensive wine I held, placing the glass down harder than I expected on the table. Maroon liquid rained down stop the white tablecloth. Smoothing out the wrinkles in my dress before I stood, I drew in a steadying breath. I needed a break from the party.

I found my way to the back of the large venue, pushing open one of the doors into the hallway. A cold gust of air hit my bare shoulders, causing me to shiver. The crowd inside the reception hall had made the room fairly hot. I did not expect the major temperature change.

My pace slowed as I found myself in a safer space, out of the vision of prying gazes. I strolled down the hall, my eyes settling on the strings of photos of the bride and groom. I envied how wide the bride seemed to make the groom smile in every photo. I never had that effect on Jack. I was not hilarious or quick witted. I had no great jokes, and even my accidents were never humorous. Of course Jack would argue, but I never agreed with him. Was I everything Jack needed? Or was everyone right? My heart hurt at the idea. Was I holding Jack back? Another shiver caused my hands to wrap around my own body. I rubbed my arms in hopes of warming up, my eyes locking on a photo of the beautiful couple at the last All Stars red carpet. Even in public, the bride could put on a show. Emotional loneliness quickly snuck up on me. Jack never had to worry about being unfulfilling in our relationship. Nobody questioned if he was doing enough. Nobody judged him. He didn’t understand. Nobody did.

“It’s freezing out here.” The loneliness only deepened at the sound of his voice. I was so enveloped in my own mind that I didn’t truly register Jack’s presence until he was draping his suit jacket over my shoulders, and wrapping his arms around my frame. I leaned into his chest, instinctually.

“Did I tell you how beautiful you are tonight?” Jack always knew how to settle in my presence. As much as I loved his loud and energetic side, I loved his quiet and sweet side even more. Jack surprised me with how intimate he could make almost any situation. Even this, standing together in solemn silence, feet away from a room full of people.

“Jack,” I spoke in return, turning my head to rest my cheek on his shoulder.

“I know.” He whispered. “I always know.” He didn’t always have the right things to say, but Id give him credit for knowing what to say about 90% of the time. I stood silently in his arms, uncertain of how to respond. How to open up. “Jesper’s girlfriend doesn’t know shit.” He broke the silence, “She doesn’t know you.” Addressing the topic never seemed to make it better. At least not in the moment. Tears threatened to ruin my maskera. “It’s just talk. That’s all it ever is. They don’t know you.” His grip tightened on me, and I shook my head. I would never see myself the way Jack saw me.

“What if everybody’s right? What if you’re just blind to my flaws because you think you love me?” I whispered, averting my gaze to the ceiling in a feeble attempt to avoid shedding any tears.

“Baby, I’m not blind to your flaws. I know you have ‘em, and I love every single one. But don’t you ever think that your personality is a flaw.” I tensed as Jack’s arms released me from their grip, but I allowed him to spin me around so we could stand face to face. His warm hand gently cupped my jaw, and I found myself yearning to be perfect for him. Wishing that I could be more deserving of the man in front of myself.

“Everybody tells me I’m too loud, and everybody tells you that you’re too quiet. We just balance each other out, eh?” He flashed a tiny grin in my direction. “There’s always gonna be haters, but that doesn’t matter. What matters is that I love you.” I finally mustered the ghost of a smile, blinking to try and rid of the tears quickly.

“Even when I’m antisocial?” I prodded softly, maybe to boost my own ego. I reached upwards to wipe my tears, only for Jack to grab my hand and wipe them for me.

“Your silence is so hot.” I found amusement in his words, as well as embarrassment. I felt heat rise to my cheeks as an involuntary laugh parted my lips. “There’s my girl.” Jack brushed a lock of hair behind my ear, leaning in to kiss my cheek. “Proving everybody wrong one grin at a time.” The brunette grabbed ahold of my other hand, taking a backwards step and urging me to follow with a gentle tug. “Come dance with me. Please. I’ve wanted to get you in my arms all night.”

How could a woman feel any more wanted?

“Let me love you, please.”

How could a woman say no?

“My love..” I whispered, reluctant to move.

“In front of everyone else.” Jack insisted. “I want them to know I’m happy.” His words took the breath from my lips. The tears returned, but for more positive reasons.

“You’re happy,” I echoed as a gentle reminder to myself.

“I’ve never been happier.” I finally relented, moving along with Jack back through the hallway. Alongside him, I felt much less anxious about being observed by the crowd. I avoided their gazes as we entered the reception hall once more, hand in hand. Jack led me effortlessly toward the dance floor, at a steady but comfortable pace. I refused to allow my eyes to leave his frame, even as he pulled me into the middle of the floor, enveloping me in his arms all over again. The embrace was warm and safe. I rested my head against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat as he slowly began to sway. I allowed his movements to shift my own body, closing my eyes to take it all in.

“Fuck ‘em all.. yeah?” Jack whispered in my ear. I chuckled.

“I like that.”

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#nhl imagine #nhl x reader #jack hughes #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #quinn hughes #luke hughes

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motthe · 8 months ago

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If there requests are still open <3 could you maybe do something with a isekai/Lumen au? I thought of how different would be The reactions towards The different technology or behaviors! Any character is fine! (But if it's possible Viktor) Any gender is fine too!

Only if you're comfortable with it! Your writing is amazing 💖💖💖

oh man this was fun to play around with. thanks for requesting!!!

“Construction will be delayed.” Viktor hated to say it, but the storm had done too much damage to the Hexgate and there was no telling what that lightning strike had done to the core far below ground. “We must pray everything is intact at the base.”

“Elevator’s running. That’s good, right?” Jayce tried to find the silver lining as they stepped in, doors closing behind them.

Viktor grabbed your lumen before gravity shifted. The first time in an elevator had sent you into the ground and you’d yet to learn despite the many times he had used the academy elevator.

It was a common thing amongst lumens. They merely floated so how could they expect the ceiling to suddenly come racing down.

You brightened at his touch as did Jayce’s when he grabbed his own companion. It was second nature for the both of them to keep you close with all the dangers going on around inventors.

“Surely the lightning wouldn’t travel all the way to the core,” Jayce murmured over the whir of gears moving. “It’s miles below surface.”

“All witnesses reported a pulse of energy,” Viktor reminded him, lithe fingers rubbing against the soft outline of you against the crook of his neck. Your warmth was blocked with the long raincoat covering him. “Perhaps a boost of sorts would be best case scenario. An excess.”

“It’s not powering anything yet,” Jayce said.

“That’s why we must investigate, yes?”

As the metal box slowed to a stop, Viktor dropped his hand. You remained pressed against him.

A loud rattling filled the space as the doors creaked open before quickly coming to a halt. The opening was slim.

“Oh, great,” sighed Jayce, pushing forward and attempting to get them open. He grunted, arms straining as his lumen fluttered above his head. “Yeah, no.” He stepped back huffing. “That’s not budging.”

Viktor eyed the opening. “I think I may fit.”

“You wanna go in there alone?” Jayce’s judgmental tone had him rolling his eyes.

“It would make the most of our time.”

“If you get in trouble, I won’t be able to help.”

Viktor gave him a gentle grin, raising a hand to pat his shoulder. “I will be quick, yes?”

His business partner shrugged, shaking his head as he moved aside to let Viktor through.

Grabbing the seam of the door with one hand, he wedged himself through, cane first. The hall was dark, the only light came from inside elevator and your small form as you eased through.

“Stay close, my star,” he whispered, knuckles nudging you as he began the walk to the core room. The hit of his cane against the floor echoed an eerie song, shadows closed in tight against your brilliance.

Reaching the door posed a problem seeing as there wasn’t any power on this hall. But Viktor was prepared.

Moving his raincoat aside and reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the small pen light and master key and got to work. It was a heavy door but perhaps with some inertia, he’d get it open enough to slip in and check the core.

“You all right?” Jayce’s voice echoed from behind.

“The power is out,” returned Viktor, “I must open the door manually.”

“I’ll see if there’s a control box in here and work on getting these doors open.”

You loomed above, doing a better job of lighting up the lock. He thanked you, finishing up the various interlocking mechanisms before turning his attention to the door.

Taking a breath, he position his bad side against the frame, pushing off with his good leg. It took time, but soon the metal obstacle inched open bringing with it a cold breeze and the glow of the hextech within.

“The cooling system is still active,” he called to Jayce.

A curse sounded as well as an electric zap.

Rolling his eyes, Viktor pushed onwards, slipping through as soon as there was enough space.

His breath clouded in front of him as you hovered near his shoulder, the quiet hum of the core paired with the chill sending goosebumps across his skin.

The fact the core was still active was a good sign and the pack debris on the floor showed nothing had exploded, at least.

Taking a turn around the piece, he squinted as a warm light seeped through the cool, blue glow.

He jumped as the lights overhead flickered to life, the door behind him opening fully as gears turned and Jayce’s “A-ha!” rang out.

Blinking through the sudden blindness, Viktor sighed and rubbed his eyes clear before searching for the light he’d seen.

Instead he saw a hand peaking out from around the core.

“Uh!” he choked, the tip of his cane thumping hard as he moved quickly.

The hand extended to an arm, then a shoulder. A body laid bare just a foot or two from the fore, stomach down and face covered by their hair.

“Jayce!” Viktor yelled, kneeling so fast his cane slid across the floor. His hands hovered over the back, before he took a breath and grabbed their shoulder, attempting to flip them over.

He nearly jumped back as a lumen floated up, a deep, tawny brown. Viktor didn’t pay it much mine, too concerned with trying to get the person on their back and praying they were breathing—

But then your lumen was circling it, the two dancing around one another.

He paused, chest aching as the two brushed and another light blinded him.

You, he thought, breath quickening as he peered down, straining to flip you over. It’s you.

Moving your hair from your face, he took the slope of your nose, the shape of your jaw. You were in a deep slumber, all but dead to the world as clouds slipped from you parted lips.

“You’re freezing,” he whispered, quickly ridding himself of his raincoat and covering your nude form. “Jayce!”

Finally, those heavy footsteps came racing around, nearly slipping from the water trailed on.

“What is it?! Did the core—“ Jayce stood, dumbstruck as he stared down at your body in Viktor’s arms. “How…?”

“Help me,” Viktor gasped. “They’re my fated. Help me!”

“What?” he hissed, eyes moving to the two lumens circling in each other. “Why are they down here?!”

“I don’t know but they’re freezing to death as we speak. They need medical attention.”

Shaking his head, Jayce left the question for later as he lowered to take you from Viktor, carefully keeping you wrapped in the raincoat.

“Go, I will follow,” Viktor ordered. Jayce nodded and took off the way he came towards the elevator. That tawny lumen flew after them as yours returned to Viktor, rubbing against his cheek.

“Please, he all right,” he murmured, cupping you against his neck as he scrambled for his cane. “For my sake.”

The crack of lightning and thunder resounded in your head. You bolted upright, gasping.

Something tumbled into your lap, bright against the dark room. You thought maybe you’d knocked a lamp over or a flashlight—but as you get your breath back you find there wasn’t much weight to it.

You scrambled back as it floated up, shrieking.

“What the fuck?!”

Movement across the room had you scrambling for a weapon, the best you get was the pillow behind you as you hold it between you and the weird floating light thing.

“You’re awake.”

The accent was foreign against your ears. You squinted as light flickered on above, taking in a blurry outline on a couch. Rubbing your eyes, you remained tense a man pushed up onto a cane. He stood with a hunched form, shoulders long but dragging down. Wild brown hair framed tired eyes and a narrow face.

“Who are you?” you said, voice cracking from a dry throat. You held the pillow up higher as the light drifted closer. “What is that? Some kind of bug?”

Whatever it was, another one popped up over the man’s shoulder, perching there as if it belonged nowhere else. The man cradled it, brow furrowing.

“You do not know of lumens?”

“What? No,” you huffed, glancing around the room. The white curtains and beds hinted at a hospital or maybe a mental institute. Were you going insane? “Where am I?”

“The infirmary at the academy. It was the closest,” he answered.

“Academy? Which one?”

He tilted his head. “The only one. There are no other academies in Piltover.”

“Piltover?” you whispered. “I don’t know where that is.“

“Are you from another region?” You murmured the name of your country. “Is that in Runeterra?”

“You’re not making any sense,” you huffed, squealing when you spotted the ball of light creeping over the pillow. You panicked, thwacking it away. The man flinched.

“Please don’t,” he said, “it won’t hurt you.”

You eyed the creature before looking to the man.

“You’re connected,” you said.

“Lumens are the embodiment of our souls or so the legends say,” he explained, holding the one on his shoulder out and nudging it towards you. “This one is yours.”

“Mine?” You stared as it hovered, easing back towards the man.

“Go on,” he murmured to it, pushing it back your way. The thing—lumen—refused, sweeping up under his chin as he sighed. “You’re frightened.”

“I don’t know where I am or who you are,” you said flatly. “Of course, I am.”

“Viktor,” he limped forward to the end of your bed, offering a slender hand. “My name is Viktor.”

You took a breath, wincing as the tawny lumen brushed your arm. It was soft and warm, taking a moment before nudging you again.

“Uh, hi,” you whispered to it, raising your eyes to Viktor. “Or, hi to you, I guess?”

His lips twitched as if he wanted to smile.

You pushed your fear down and reached forward to take his hand, introducing yourself.

When Viktor left the infirmary to grab you food, Jayce was waiting in the hall. He pushed off the wall as soon as the door closed.

“How are they?”

“Fine,” Viktor said, frowning. “They are lost. They don’t seem to know anything about, well, anything.”

Jayce’s face twisted. “Uh, what?”

“They have never seen or heard about lumens,” he explained, “nor have they heard about Piltover or even Runterra. The names they speak are foreign to me.”

“Well, you’re speaking the same language,” he noted.

“That is one blessing,” he sighed.

Jayce frowned, noticing the new weight in Viktor’s stance. “They don’t know they’re your fated?”

He shook his head.

“Did you tell them?”

“They are overwhelmed, Jayce. I think it best to explain it at a later time.”

“But—”

“I do not wish to scare them even more than they already are,” Viktor stated, words sharp.

Jayce’s eyes lowered to your lumen, shaking against the crook of his neck.

“Right. Okay, yeah,” he whispered. The two stood in silence for a moment before he dared to ask, “Do you think…the Hexgate?”

“Perhaps,” Viktor breathed. “We shall find out, but first things first.” He started off down the hall. “I have my fated to take care of, whether they know it or not.”

#arcane #viktor #viktor x reader #viktor lol #viktor league of legends #viktor arcane #fic content #arcane content #viktor x gn!reader #arcane x reader #arcane x gn!reader #lol x reader #league of legends x reader #masterlist #lumen au

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selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs · 10 months ago

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hi!! i was wondering if you could do adult! gn reader that got transported to teyvat with verlaine? i love your works!

If you were not alone

Part XII

Characters: Self-Aware! Paul Verlaine

Reader: GN! Adult! Reader

Warning: OOC. English is my second language. Some violence.

🇫🇷 You and Paul were on a walk, when that happened. One moment, you two were in a park. Next moment you were laying on the ground. You were dizzy, the world was spinning before your eyes. Verlaine was luckier than you. At least, he was standing. And, perhaps, he didn't get a headache, or, at least, was better at keeping himself together. He was holding good enough to walked to you and effortlessly pick you up and put you back on your feet.

A few minutes later, the world stopped having a rolling party, and you finally managed to look around. You looked at grass, at trees, at water and at familiar giant blue blocks of Fontaine Research Institute.

You felt Paul's hand squeezing your shoulder.

"[Y/N], since when your..." Paul noticed the side glance you gave him and corrected himself. "Our world's technology became that advance to have an antigravity?"

Your chuckle was bitter.

"We aren't home."

🇫🇷 You took your time to explain To Paul what Teyvat (and Fontaine) are. During your explanation, Paul nodded from time or hummed, showing, that he understands. However, when you tried to share the Idea of Genshin Impact Characters also being self-aware, Verlaine shook his head in disagreement.

Apparently, BSD Cast, before transportation, monitored every last of your apps. To find more about Real World, to take care of you. And to investigate, if someone else has become self-aware.

There was nothing wrong with Genshin wrong. It was just a game.

"I admit, it is possible, that we overlooked something, and they were self-aware all this time. Nevertheless, let's be careful. We don't know, how they will react to us."

With that in mind, you two start moving, using Callas Line as a "waymark" to Court of Fontaine.

You run into Fatui Operatives, tho... For some reason, they insisted on getting into a fight.

At least, now you have mora and operatives will be on a sick leave.

🇫🇷 Plan was simple.

Get to city - Go to the Adventurers' Guild - Ask Katheryne about Traveler's whereabouts (or Alice's)

You two get into the city (with some difficulty). Entrance from institute's direction was a bit hard to reach. And, as Paul pointed out, if he uses his ability to get to the aquabus station, you will get unwanted attention.

It's not like you didn't get it.

The atmosphere in a capital was... strange.

People were staring at you. Their eyes were full of confusion. You heard a whispered "Aren't their Holiness were with Monsieur Neuvillette today?"

"Holiness"? Is there a religion in Teyvat Hoyo still haven't dropped a lore about?

Melusines were looking at you with a mix of disbelief and hope. You overheard Muirne whispering "They are the real one. Who else would be traveling with a living embodiment of a storm". (You sneak a glance at Paul after that words, but, he either didn't hear her, didn't care about her words or did a good job hiding his emotions).

It was hard to navigate through Fontaine. You decided to go to Palais Mermonia and take the elevator here.

You reached Palais Mermonia.

And came face to face with your own doppelgänger and Neuvillette.

Your double... The moment they looked at you, they started to look sick. And you weren't talking about "pale, stuffed nose, have a fever" kind of sick. They looked at you with outright predatory gaze. They were trembling. The white of their eyes looked yellowish.

For some reason, you thought about withdrawal.

Paul grabbed your shoulder and pull you behind him. The emotions in his dark-brown-eyes were... You might call it "time-to-pray-so-Monsieur-Paul-Verlaine-hopefully-will-forget-that-we-exist."

The silence can be cut with a knife.

Your double point their finger at you. Their voice rang in the air.

"Preposterous! Dirty Sinner, how dare you impersonate my Holy Looks. Get them! Lay their body before my feet..."

The sickening crunch cut their speech short. With animalistic howl, your double fall on the ground.

You felt sick, trying not to look at what happened to their legs.

A bloodied mora coin, still under the influence of Paul's ability, hit the wall of Palais Mermonia, sticking deep inside, making a huge crack.

Neuvillette, guards and mekas attacked.

Paul, without looking, grabbed you and threw you on his back. He almost barked.

"Hold on tight!"

The fight begun.

🇫🇷 After the fight (at the end of which half of mekas can be sold for scrap, and Fleuve Cendre got a beautiful skylight, that was snapped like Hydro Archon statue.

While Neuvillette and others retrieve (while taking injured "Creator" with them), you finally reached The Guild.

Katherine, who supposed to be an android doll with a very limited functions and with undying loyalty to Teyvat and Creator, after taking a look at Paul's grin, was not only ready to tell you about Traveler and Alice, but also about the partisans, the smugglers from Snezhnaya, the atheists of Mondstadt, the nihilists of Natlan, the flat, where Pantalone hides his secret stash of mora, Capitano's doll collection and the shop, where Tsaritsa buys scarfs.

After getting all necessary information, you and Paul decided to search for Alice.

🇫🇷 Traveling with Paul Verlaine was like traveling with a portable avalanche/earthquake/volcano eruption/any catastrophic event, that makes people run for their lives. And it wasn't only because of ability, that can turn mountains into flat surface. Paul himself looked imposing and dangerous.

Yes, he was King of Assassins. But, ever since BSD Cast get into the real world, Verlaine was just minding his own business.

He spent time with Rimbaud, helped Flags, if they were in a need of heavy lifting or another pair of hands, talked with Chuuya. He spent time with you, cooked French cuisine, read books. And nothing in his facial expression implied, that he is dangerous.

But, Teyvat and constant danger you were in. That makes him show, how dangerous he truly is.

🇫🇷 The journey was rocky. You would say, that after what happened in Fontaine, people won't dare to attack you. Perhaps, it does decrease the number of attackers. But, there were devoted ones, who were going all and beyond during attacks. They would either try to separate you from Paul, or try to lead a large scale attacks.

For now, they didn't succeed. Nevertheless, Paul was on his guard and insisted on you staying where he can see you.

You weren't against it. It wasn't the situation for arguing.

You got to Sumeru. You got help from Nahida and Wanderer. Apparently, Alice was in Natlan. The nation, that still was hesitant in letting "Creator" stepped on their land. Wanderer even shared some rumors about a barrier around Natlan. Barrier, that keeps Creator away.

Dehya and Candace helped you and Paul cross the desert.

You swore, that you could see a barrier made of Phlogiston around Natlan. You braced yourself and made a step forward.

Barrier let you two through.

🇫🇷 You spend in Natlan a mere five minutes, but Saurian population, for some reason, already adored you. On top of it, baby tepetlisaurs and baby yumkasaurs seems to like Paul and his hat. He scoffed and rolled his eyes, but let them nibble on his fingers and hat.

Paul felt relieved. He didn't show it, but he was extremely worried about you. He was afraid, that one day you will get hurt, or you will wander off and get captured, or you will get sick. Yes, you were an adult, but he still was worried. And having a bunch of cartoony dinosaurs helping to protect you was reassuring.

You get to the Stadium of the Sacred Flame without troubles.

And was met with Pyro Archon herself.

🇫🇷 Mavuika asked you and Paul to join her for dinner. Well, it was a mix of interrogation and dinner. Everything went mostly neutral, until Mavuika decided to press further into your supposed "Real Creator" status. She didn't outright say, that you were lying about not knowing anything about being a Creator and just being a simple person, but Pyro Archon made it clear, that she didn't trust you. And, perhaps, it would be beneficial for Natlan to sell you out to the Holy Guard.

Paul didn't like the implication. The stone table was crushed under his hands. He was towering above Pyro Archon.

"If you dared to lay a finger on them, I will crush your precious little nation."

You grabbed Paul's hand. He looked like he was ready to become a Demonic Beast Guivre, and without Dazai it would be a death sentence. To Teyvat and to Paul.

Mavuika took Paul's threat well. She nodded, gave you a half-bow. She spoke.

"I knew what it means to be a mortal in a position of a God. Forgive me for my small performance. I need to make sure. Your companion has a loyalty of a warrior. I will help you. I will send a letter to Alice. She will be here in a few days. Until then, you are my guests".

🇫🇷 Paul felt relieved. You were almost safe. The Stadium of the Sacred Flame was full of music and warmth, and people weren't here to attack you.

In a few days, you met Alice.

While giving your goodbyes to Mavuika, she suddenly asked.

"I understand, that I have no right to give you two that kind of task. But, if you knew someone who can help us to deal with imposter, could you, please, send them here? People of Teyvat aren't bad. They are scared."

You didn't promise anything. But you kept her request in mind.

Alice prepared a portal. You and Verlaine finally returned home.

_______

🇫🇷 The Return was something. You two were gone for almost two months, making everyone worried sick about you two. The story of Teyvat made everyone angry and curious. Kids wanted to see saurians, adults wanted to help people, who helped you, and punish people, who tried to hurt you.

You and Verlaine were sitting under the starry sky. You whispered.

You secretly also wanted to help Mavuika, Alice, Dehya, Candace, Nahida and Wanderer. They didn't deserve to get in trouble because of you.

________

"Paul... If one day I decide to return to Teyvat and save everyone, will you..."

You didn't get a chance to finish, when Paul turned his head towards you and nuzzle the top of your head.

"I will come. You won't be alone, [Y/N]."

______

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technofeudalism · 5 months ago

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Taller Nepantla: "So where do art and artists stand within this new techno-feudal political landscape?"

1) Artists don’t own anything.

We don’t own the studios. We don’t own the galleries. We don’t own the production of materials. We don’t own the newspapers. We don’t own the art schools and universities. We don’t own the mechanisms of art distribution. We don’t own our work. We don’t even own our own art. Artists have no labor protections and are content to work individually to perpetuate their own myth or pray to the sacred algorithm to go viral. By being atomized we are exactly like a feudal peasant of the Middle Ages, who lives in extreme precariousness giving away part of his crops to his local king. The art world, its industry, its weight, its impact, its trend, everything belongs to other people. Did you know 80% of the art-market is own by a small group of Mega Collectors? Those who control the means of artistic production control the artists.

2) By not owning anything, artists and cultural workers only rent.

We no longer sell handmade works, but instead we sell our hands for work. More and more the creative and artistic sector sells services rather than art. Artists need multiple jobs in order to invest in their art practice. Even more, just as in the feudal stage of history, we work the land in a territory that does not belong to us, the land belongs to the landowner. In this land artists will always pay rent, a tax, to the feudal lord. We use GOOGLE to send emails We upload our art to INSTAGRAM We educate ourselves through YOUTUBE We communicate through TIKTOK We pay to use ADOBE SUIT We buy materials through AMAZON We move through UBER We send files through WETRANSFER Every time we use these platforms, we generate money for the feudal lords.

The art world depends on these platforms, which collect our information and our data, to sell.

When a service is free, our attention is the product. That is, it is impossible for an artist to establish himself as an artist without generating money for the landowners who own the technological platforms. That is, the art world depends on these products. It is impossible to be an artist without using these technologies. Techno-feudalism keeps artists in a situation of -permanent-precariousness dependence on technological platforms. Just like in medieval times, peasants live off the crumbs offered by the crown, living in a house, working on land, and eating food that does not belong to them. Technocapitalists don’t want artists to own the means of artistic reproduction. Technocapitalist instead build a world where everything is rented. Every stage of artistic production from how you imagine an artwork, how you study an artwork, how you draft and artwork, how you build an artwork, how you show an artwork, how you distribute an artwork, how you perceive an artwork, and how you think about an artwork, is all determined by apps and tools which you rented from a tech corporation.

3) Artists SUBSIDIZE the profits of technological platforms.

That is, we pay an inflated price for these services directly from our pockets. The art world depends on the underpaid work of our services. If there were fair wages in the art world, then the entire pyramid wuld be destroyed precisely because it depends on the fact that most artists do not earn a fair wage. All the art we produce and share is being used to train algorithms to better sell us products. When a platform is free, like Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Tumblr, we are the product that is sold. Even more, artists subsidize the entire artworld. We work for free. We work for low wages. We work for exposure. We are the “volunteer army” Jerry Saltz brags about. The artworld benefits from not paying us what we deserve.

4) The entire art world depends on the platforms of the Clouds.

All museums, galleries, fairs, biennials, and auctions depend on the technological infrastructure dominated by feudal landowners. In other words, there is a dependence on these technologies in order to promise an interconnected, cosmopolitan, and immediate “art world.” The feudal landowners who own the technological platforms, having no competition, can impose whatever price they want, and the art world must obey. They can raise prices without losing customers. The price we pay to use TechnoCapitalist services is completely arbitrary. It does not correspond with the quality of the service but rather to the whims of the landlords. One day, black ink for printing is free, the next day it costs $5.99 a month as a part of a subscription package. We are looking at you Anish Kapoor.

5) The algorithm decides what counts as talent as long as it can generate profits.

Algorithms are increasingly deciding what counts as “value.” Major collectors will be able to systematize the works on the market in order to deduce, through algorithms, the value of a work and whether it is a good investment. The algorithm has more power than art critics and art historians. An artist will then adapt to the algorithmic trends of his time, in order to go viral. A work of art that goes viral can change the artist’s life. NFT’s are just one example of techno-feudal experiments in the arts. NFT’s promise decentralization and transparency, but end up replicating the worst aspects of capitalism, feudalism, and what new technologies can do.

In short, the art world is interconnected with techno-feudalism. We artists are technologically and socially dependent on a system that exploits us. It is important to increase media literacy so that artists can build alternative technological systems to cut dependence on monopolistic companies. A king’s mindset is always to grown and conquer. In the end, the artworld’s investment in techno-feudalism will actively bring the destruction of other smaller artworlds in the global south. Techno-feudalism will produce a homogenized, sanitized, apolitical universal art, that privileges creations that protect the artworlds overlords."

#technofeudalism #late stage capitalism #media #internet #art #anti capitalism

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teyamsilly · 2 years ago

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reader flinching during an argument w neteyam?

maybe he raises his voice or throws his hands up in expectation and reader misinterprets it and flinches, ofc he notices and feels super guilty, comfort after

deffered warrior

pairing: neteyam x omaticaya fem! reader tags & warning: reader is pregnant but not showing, a mom of one child, dad! neteyam, they're both aged up, angry neteyam, reader is so stubborn summary: with the sky people back, neteyam doesn't want you going out in the forest without his company. he's been extra protective of his family within reason, but you didn't like feeling helpless. you went to the forest without telling anyone, maybe you should have. index sempu - dad, muntxate - wife/female spouse, tawtute - human, nìftxan - so, ngäzìk - difficult, olo'eyktan - clan leader word count 3.5k

a/n spinned this a little hope you like it! i've been working on this for a while because i wanted to make sure it was good. enjoy <3

Because of the pregnancy, your duties as a warrior were temporarily suspended. It was frustrating that you were forbidden to participate in the raid. You were barely showing and still capable of fighting, but Neteyam insisted that you stayed behind.

With the the sky people back, their attacks became even more ruthless and unforgiving. Their technology advanced which gave them the upper hand, but everyday you prayed to Eywa that she protects the people. Especially your family.

Nutxe watched his father putting his cummerbund on followed by his leather armguard. Neteyam was preparing for another rally to stop the humans from creating their own space to live in. They were getting too close, and their preparations have been getting quick. Because of it, he's barely home and only coming back to his wife and son asleep.

"Sempu, how hard will it be this time?" asked Nutxe, eyes wide from curiousity.

"It doesn't get easier, 'itan," sighed Neteyam. He managed to pull a smile for his child, and placed his hand on top of his head. "We will do everything to stop them," he reassures.

Nutxe nodded. "I know. You'll defeat them because sempu, uncle Lo'ak, and grandpa are there!" he cheered as he raised his fists.

You laughed from where you were standing. After hearing his father's accomplishments, Nutxe admired him greatly. You'll always hear him saying he wants to be like his sempu one day, and protect you from danger.

Of course, he got the idea to protect you from the man himself.

Neteyam only chuckled. He approached you, and you handed him his bow and arrows. You couldn't help but inspect his warrior look with envy. It's been a long time since you've worn your own cummerbund, and the feeling of adrenaline was missed.

"I am still strong enough to fight," you said. You made sure to keep your voice low from Nutxe's big ears.

Neteyam exhaled before he pursed his lips momentarily. "We've talked about this, muntxate. You are with child, our child," he emphasised with a frustrated look. "I want you out from the field."

You hissed, "I feel helpless! I wouldn't be the first woman pregnant there."

"Munxtate."

"Your mother went to war with you inside of her. I don't see why I cannot be there."

He shook his head. "I don't want to argue about this with you anymore. I don't want to leave like this, please."

Both of you stared into each other's eyes intensely. Neteyam waited for you to back down, your eyes were full of determination that he almost felt like you would go against him. Eventually, your eyelids drooped, showing your defeat.

Neteyam couldn't help let his grin show. "See me off?" he asked softly.

"Always." You managed to crack a little grin, which was enough for him.

As the three of you went towards the edge of High camp, Nutxe shifted on your hip and Neteyam's hand rested on your back. There were already warriors staying by there ikrans as they waited for their Olo'eyktan's signal. Jake could be seen standing beside his ikran, speaking with Neytiri about the raid.

"Grandpa!" yelled Nutxe.

Jake turned his head to the voice, and his lips broke into a smile that was rare to see lately. With the tawtute's back, it was difficult not to worry each second that they striked back with an even callous defense. But he can't hold back the joy he sees from his grandson.

"Came to see your grandpa and grandma off, bud?" he opened his arms for the boy.

Nutxe jumped off from your arms and dashed to his. Jake groaned when he lifted him up, complaining about how heavy he had gotten. Neytiri laughed, her finger tickling the boy's chubby stomach which earned her a fit of giggles.

"Look at you, so big," cooed Neytiri.

Nutxe smiled, "I cant wait to be taller. I want to be tall like sempu."

Jake gasped, offended, "What about me?"

He shook his, a mischevious smile on his face. "No."

Neteyam chuckled at his father's playfulness. Nutxe truly is a blessing from Eywa, he brought joy everywhere with him in the midst of this war. The burden of being Olo'eyktan had gotten heavier, and the bags under Jake's eyes only turned worse. He was relieved to see his father relaxed even for a little while.

"Dad," called Lo'ak as he approached them firmly. "Tarsem and his unit is on the way to tail the humans."

Jake nodded, his playfulness was now gone. He put Nutxe on the ground, and the boy went to your side. He turned to the warriors, telling them to get ready. As a parting gesture, Neytiri gave you a squeeze on the shoulder.e, before she headed to her ikran.

Nutxe patted his uncle's hands and smiled at him, "Good luck, uncle Lo'ak."

Lo'ak returned the smile, placing his hand on top of his head. "Thanks bud." He gave you a nod before he left to his own ikran.

Neteyam kneeled down to his son's height. "Watch mama for me?"

His eyebrows were pinched together as he nodded with determination. "Yes, sempu!"

"I will see you when I get back." Neteyam pressed his lips on his forehead briefly. He stood up, looking at you.

You nodded, "Be safe."

"Always."

The raid was successful again. There were less injured warriors compared to the previous raid and they managed to avoid casualties this time which made the each Omatikaya beam with pride. It brought hope that they could defeat the tawtute, and maybe leave their home alone.

Although, that didn't stop them from being vigilant.

You were in the Tsahik's tent along with Tuk, rearranging the herbs that were not in their usual spot. Since you were reprived from your duties as a warrior, you searched for other ways to help the clan. Mo'at offered you to help her aid injured warriors which you did not decline. Your skills as a healer weren't as great as your athleticism, but it was better than nothing.

Nutxe was off with Spider and Kiri in the lab. You and Neteyam didn't mind that your son was getting along well with the scientists. They were loyal to the na'vi, and it always reminded you that Jake was once human. You cant take that away from Nutxe, not that you ever intended to.

"Is it all done?" asked Tuk. She sighed loudly, laying down on the mat as she stretched her arms and limbs.

"Yes," you hummed. Counting the number of bowls, you noticed that one was nearly empty. Yalnabark was most commonly used amongst injuries since they sting less, Kiri suggested this to her grandmother and they have used it ever since. "Oh, we're almost finished."

"What?!" Tuk immediately shot up from her position. She groaned once she saw the bowl you raised to show her. "We can't go out to the forest at this time. The party is still inspecting the area to make sure there aren't any surprise attacks."

"I will check my tent if we have some. I'll be back, Tuk."

Satisfied with Tuk's nod, you exited the Tsahik's tent and walked to yours. Unfortunately, the situation stayed the same: yalnabarak was nearly finished.

An idea came into your head, but it was something that you knew your mate would go against. However, you cant just stay and rely the work on other na'vi. There was no way you would make yourself a liability.

You attached your comm's around your neck and tucked the ear piece in your ear gently, just in case things were to go wrong, which you prayed that it wouldn't come to that. You hang your satchel over your shoulder with your bow and arrows in your hand. Exhiliration filled your body at the thought being able to travel around the forest.

The air caressing your face made you sigh. This must what Lo'ak felt everytime he was going behind his parents' back. It was envigorating, but you felt guilty going against Neteyam. What he doesn't know wont hurt him, you tried to convince yourself, but there was that conscious part of yourself constantly telling you that it was wrong. Pushing those thoughts away, you let your ikran fly down and landed on forest ground.

As soon as your feet touched the ground, you searched for the necessary herbs to make yalnabark. They weren't hard to find if you knew where to search. The herbs were always close to the Link Shack which was one of the reasons why the medicine wasn't often used.

Since the RDA returned to Pandora, the Shack has been deemed unsafe and off-limits. Their chances of returning the area were highly probable. But when silence met you and the lone sounds you could hear in the forest were chirping insects, you sighed in relief.

Your satchel was almost filled with herbs you collected. It would be enough to aid the injured people for a while. Your arm was outstretched to pick out another leaf, but your eyes stopped on the muddy part of the ground.

A fresh footprint.

"We've got a na'vi here!"

The day continues to be quiet since the successful raid. Neteyam and Lo'ak were in the air, inspecting for any suspicion. The oldest frowned when he could see the damage that the humans brought to his home, trees were broken and what was once green and nature were destroyed.

"Nothing," said Lo'ak with a shrug.

Neteyam turned his head to him with furrowed eyebrows until it hit him that he was talking about the humans. He nodded. "Let's go back."

They turned their ikrans to the direction of their home. Silence fell between them, but comfortable, as they headed back home.

"Nete-"

Neteyam's ear twitched when he realised the voice came from the comm's. He pressed his neck where the speaker was, he spoke, "Muntxate?"

The worst possible scenarios started forming into his head. You never used your comms before, promising to him that it would only be used when something was wrong.

"Neteyam, I am being attacked! Near the Shack! There is three of them!"

His heart sank. Realising you had gone behind his back, he let out a growl. Lo'ak looked at his brother questioningly. "Bro, what is it?"

"My mate is in trouble. Three avatars by the Shack." Neteyam's ear were pinned against his head, his jaw clenched. His hand gripped the handle of his ikran's halters tightly, mentally praying that she would be okay. And that their child would be fine.

You hid behind a tree, hugging your bow close. Leaning slightly to the side, you noticed an avatar walking slowly through the trees, his rifle pointing straight ahead. You inhaled deeply and drew the string of your bow until it touched your nose and lips. Your arrow was directed straight to the avatar.

You drew your fingers back, releasing the arrow, which penetrated his skull.

"Na'vi!" his partner yelled. Bullets roared through the woods, and you assessed it as an indication to flee. Without glancing behind, you forced your feet to run faster than the wind. Jumping from one branch to the next.

A scream escaped your lips when the branch you jumped on rattled from a big explosion, causing you to slip and fall. Your body hit large leaves, slightly softening your fall but hurt nonetheless. You whimpered, feeling pain course through your body. Immediately, your hand flew to your stomach. "Please, great mother," you whispered with tears in your eyes.

Large footsteps entered your ears. Hope surged through your body until you looked up only to realise it was one of the avatars chasing you. His smirk sent shivers down your spine. He pressed the speaker on his neck, saying, "I got her."

His face wrinkled in anguish as he groaned, just as he prepared to take another step towards you. His corpse dropped forward right in front of you, and you stifled a sob as you realised who was responsible.

"Muntxate," Neteyam exclaimed. He felt loose after seeing you harmed on the ground; he felt as if he would rip each of their limbs off for doing this to you.

You sobbed, "Neteyam."

He knelt on the ground and hugged your form closer to him as he quietly listened to you weep. He trailed his hand to yours, which was resting on your belly, and kissed your temple softly while whispering soothing words.

Neteyam couldn't tell whether you had injuries from where he used to stand, but now that the glowing light from the plants reflected your body… he could see bruises and blood. Neteyam pursed his lips, holding you tighter against him. What could have happened if he didn't arrive on time.

"Last one killed." He heard Lo'ak voice from his earpiece. "I've notified dad of this, he said to find whatever's useful on them and bring it in. He'll meet us as soon as we land in High Camp with grandmother to make sure your mate is okay."

Neteyam removed one of his hands and used it to press the button on his neck. "Copy. I will see you by the ikrans."

"I hear you. By the way, the second avatar was dead while I was making sure there aren't any more surprises. It was a straight shot to the skull. Your mate must've done this, she does have the best aim despite being in sticky situations."

Chuckles were heard through the other side, Lo'ak was clearly elated by this but Neteyam couldn't share the same feeling.

"Can you stand?"

The gentle tone of his voice resonated in your ears. You only nodded as a response because you were afraid that your voice would betray you. You felt ashamed that it had come to this, even after he warned you.

You stood up as Neteyam stood close to you, his arm extended just in case you felt unwell. "I came here to collect herbs for yalnabark. It was nearly finished," you explained, only gancing at his eyes for a second before looking away.

Neteyam's gaze transferred to the satchel, it's contents spilled out. He sighed deeply and grabbed the satchel, picking up the herbs and putting it back in. "We will talk once we go back home."

You felt like a child who was about to get scolded by a parent. Lo'ak's amused grin didn't help make you feel better. Just like Neteyam, you scolded him for getting into plenty of trouble back when you were just teenagers. So, forgive him if he found the situation a little bit amused.

When you got back to High Camp, Mo'at was already there to check your wounds and she brought you to her tent immediately. Tuk and Kiri were already there to assist her. The youngest sully was quick to apologise and blamed herself for not being with you, but none of it was her fault and you made sure she knew that.

Tuk did not have the responsibility to take care of you because you are a grown woman who is capable of making her own decisions. And you are mature enough to accept the consequences.

Questions about the baby quickly came out from your mouth. It was the first thing Mo'at did, checking the baby. She felt your heart racing against her hand. The beating of your heart only slowed down to its normal rate when you she told you the baby is fine, but you needed rest to make sure.

Neteyam was there the whole time, watching his sisters apply medicine to your wounds whilst listening to his grandmother intently. You met his gaze, and you could tell he was relieved but disappointed at the same time.

Fortunately, Nutxe dozed off in Jake's hut while he was with them. Neteyam stayed behind you on the way to the tent you both shared. He looked at the scratches on your back, his fury building with each glance, until he forced himself to turn his head away.

As soon as you entered your tent, you crossed your arms as you faced your mate.

"What were you thinking?" he hissed.

"I told you why, did I not?" you sassed.

He shook his head. "You do not get to act like this, not after you went behind my back. You did not even say a word to anyone!"

"I thought that it would be quick."

"You thought wrong," he seethed. "I told you so many times that this is for your own safety. Why wont you just listen? Do you not see that this is my way of protecting you?"

You turned aside, growling. You were already exhausted from being treated like a child. "I am not weak. I am still capable of standing without hurting!"

"Muntxate, this is not about your incapability." Neteyam pressed his palms against his eyes as he shut them tightly. He looked at you, annoyed. "You are carrying our prrnen. That should be enough for you to stay put."

"You forget who you are speaking to," you hissed angrily. "I am recognised as one of the strongest warriors along with you. Unless, my state makes me a liability, I should be-"

Neteyam suddenly took quick steps in front of you. You blinked, surprised at his stance but you didn't back down. He snarled, "I said no. Whether you like it or not, you will stay. I will tie you against a rope if I must."

"You are not Olo'eyktan yet," you scoffed. "I do not take orders from you!"

You moved away from him, but he grabbed your forearm with his grip tight. You glanced at his hand wearily before looking up to his eyes, it was full of fury. "Nìftxan ngäzìk. If you do not want to be treated like a child, do not act like one."

Breathing heavily, you yelled, "I am already treated like one, skxawng!"

Neteyam abruptly raised his arm, causing you to close your eyes and inhale sharply.. He pointed his finger to the exit of your tent, his gaze stuck on it. "Those demons have gotten stronger. They-"

The words died on his mouth when he saw how you cowered with his touch. He released himself off you, his guilt consuming him. He can't believe he did it– that he let his rage get the best of him. He took a step back, his breath unsteady. "No, muntxate… I was not going to hit you. I would never."

You nodded, pressing your fingers to your temple before cupping your face. "I know, I just…" you sighed. Neteyam heard you sniffle, but it was muffled from your hand. You removed them for your face, and hugged your body.

He watched your body language, because the last thing he wants is you to be scared of him. He only raised his arm to point outside but you thought otherwise. Neteyam would hate himself forever if he had caused anything for you to assume that.

Relief washed over him when you reached out to him, holding his hand. He trailed his other hand to your arm softly before he held your elbow, carressing it.

"I do not like thinking that I am not there to protect you," you revealed. Tears pooled into your eyes as you looked up at him. "What if something happens to you? What if it will be too late to save you? What would I do?" you croaked out.

"Nothing will-"

"You do not know that." You shook your head. "We need you, Neteyam. And I get scared everytime you go out there. I beg the great mother to protect you always, to watch you because I cannot."

Neteyam held your face, his thumbs caressing your cheekbones. "Nothing will happen," he pressed, his gaze loving. "Because I'm not only doing this for my people, but for you and Nutxe. I will protect my family with all my strength and I cannot do that when I'm dead."

A tear left your cheek when he leaned his forehead aginst yours with a grin present on his lips. "I will always come home to you, muntxate," he promised.

You pouted, "You should. I will haunt your soul if you dare to leave."

Neteyam laughed.

"And I'm sorry for leaving without telling anyone. I thought it would be simple."

"I know. What matters is that you are both okay."

You smiled as you pushed yourself against him and pressed his lips with yours. Neteyam wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer until your chests are touching each other. A moan escaped your lips when you felt a hand squeeze your cheek.

Neteyam pulled away slightly, his breath fanning your lips as he spoke, "Good thing Nutxe is with my mother and father." His eyes heavy with a look you became so familiar with. You said nothing and roughly kissed him making him groan.

Great mother, how long has it been since you let this man devour you?

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miraclecherryblossomsblog · 9 months ago

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I had another au idea......actually been holding onto this one for a bit might as well share it

TW reader's a monkey.......AGAIN omg, interdimensional shi happens, lots of other fandom references, giving birth, babies

Ok so not really sure how to explain this so bare with me ok?

But what if you lived in a world that is jttw inspired? like monsters and gods exist buts its different as if its more modern era...magic exist but also contributes its energy for technology and stuff. Laws work more so the same like ours, mortals and immortals coexist, sorta like hsr (honkai star rail)

what if.....you were the wukong in your world?

this gonna be long I AM SORRY ONCE AGAIN this is the intro so no wukong x reader yet in this one

part 2 here (not yet in the making)

BEFORE YALL COME AT ME NO I DON'T MEAN YOU BEING WUKONG just to be clear....I mean you were sorta in the same place as him like spiderverse I mean

Like you have certain abilities like his but not completely equal

Unlike wukong who was born outta a rock you were born normally, cuz you WERE suppose to be born human hence your parents.

But why are you a monkey if your parents are human you ask? Its cuz u got "blessed" by the stone deity. You see in the time of your birth your family moved to the mountains due to the war that was happening between humans and demons cuz humans dumb and broke the agreement between species

Anyway your family went in, barely escaping the chaos of the situation, they managed to find a cave that looked rather pristine for looking abandoned, they found a small house or rather looked like a house...it seemed to be part of the rocks itself, your ma's contractions are starting so your pops quickly gets your ma inside not before being welcomed by an elder monkey (NOT WUKONG OK just a elder monkey)

He offers to bring help to deliver the baby, your dad not having much choice he accepts and both go in to start the procedure

The elder monkey calls for more of his people to help, female monkeys quickly gather and prepare the stuff

as your mother does the final push a mysterious female voice starts to speak, saying how you're destined to become a strong warrior who will bring peace between worlds and protect to those who can't

Your dad confused sees the others monkeys being in sorta of a praying position as the others help your mother, that's when your cries start your father quickly wanting to see you and mother wanting to hold you. And they do, both are so happy and thankfull filled with tears and laughter until your lil body starts to glow into a yellow light

your body that was once smooth is now replaced by slight damped fur, you face once human now possesses humanoid monkey features, a tail pops out of the blanket slight curled to your body

and now you're thinking "well shi that means were orphan then cuz our parents don't wan us no more-" NUHU THEY LOVE U WITH ALL THEIR HEART they just took a long moment to take everything in lmao

The elder offers yall's to stay and live along with the monkey since now u lil bby self is basically part of the pack now, and ofc they accept and well mark history as the first humans to live alongside the monkey people

Was it bit difficult to get used to? yes, did they had their own ideals that sorta didn't go well in living there? also yes but they decided to learn about the culture and become more open minded for not only their sake but yours too.

You got like a whole village as your family now, they all had their doubts letting humans in but by time it showed that you parents were lot more better than the other humans who they had encountered in past times

so yaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyy happy life u being a well loved monkey <3

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corzydoie · 7 months ago

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Plain Sight: Pt.1 - Veiled Whispers

Author's Note: After lying about my posting schedule for forever, I finally finished this piece. I kept getting caught up with school and having new ideas to add, but hopefully, this was worth the wait. I've already written the rest of the series and plan to post the next part later this week.

Summary: An unexpected connection between Fernando Alonso and an unconnected, unknown environmental activist blooms into a secretive romance. They bond in the shadows, navigating the pressures of fame and the struggle for privacy in a world where their connection must remain hidden. But apparently, Fernando isn't as good at keeping secrets as he thought...

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Content Warning(s): Use of the Word Slut, Age Gap (20s/40s), Dodgy Author Knowledge About Mentioned Topics, Briefly Proofread So Please Offer Some Grace!!

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The hall buzzed with energy and light conversation as advocates, donors, sponsors, and simple celebrities mingled beneath the organization’s eco-friendly banners and flower canopies that gave the room a light floral aroma. Y/n scanned the room, her fingers tapping absentmindedly on the program between her manicured hands which contained a lineup of guest speakers, most unfamiliar to her. She’d agreed to volunteer today only after relentless encouragement from her friend, who had promised it would be “an eye-opening experience.”

Y/n’s passion for the environment had always driven her to unexpected places, but motorsports? She didn’t follow any series or know the names splashed across headlines. Her interest was in the development of green initiatives, the kind that could change communities and landscapes. This event, however, felt out of her element. It was difficult for her not to feel skittish and fidget with the recycled program in her hands as she prayed some motorsport mogul wouldn’t approach her.

A sudden ripple of murmurs swept through the crowd, pulling her from her thoughts. She turned to see what had captured everyone’s attention and found herself locking eyes with a man whose presence demanded notice. He was impeccably dressed with a charisma that hinted at fame she couldn’t quite place. He raised an eyebrow, the faintest hint of amusement crossing his features as he nodded a polite greeting.

Unfazed, Y/n offered a curt smile before turning back to her duties. Whoever he was, he knew how to work a room. But for her, today was about one thing only: championing environmental causes, not mingling with affluent guests.

“Excuse me,” a deep voice interrupted Y/n’s concentration as she arranged promotional materials on the table. She looked up and found herself face-to-face with the man from earlier. Up close, his presence was even more striking, eyes sharp with a glimmer of curiosity.

“Are you one of the event coordinators?” he asked, tilting his head slightly as if genuinely interested.

“No, just a volunteer,” she replied, adjusting her skirt to calm her nerves. “But I care a lot about the cause, so I decided to help out.”

He smiled, a small dimple appearing that softened his otherwise commanding demeanor. “Good cause indeed. The intersection of environmentalism and motorsports is... not what most people would expect.”

“I know, right?” Y/n’s eyes lit up, her earlier reservations momentarily forgotten. “I think it’s fascinating how innovation in motorsports can actually influence sustainable technology beyond racing. It’s just that... well, people don’t seem to take it seriously. They assume it’s all about speed and luxury.”

He chuckled, nodding in agreement. “That’s true. Many don’t see past the noise and glamour. But there’s potential for change.”

Her gaze sharpened with enthusiasm. “Exactly. If these advancements could trickle down into everyday life, think of how much more efficient our energy use could be! Racing could be a testbed for new eco-friendly practices. It’s why I’m here—I want to support things that actually make a difference.”

Fernando’s expression shifted, subtly impressed. He’d expected polite chatter, not a deep dive into the intersection of green tech and motorsport philosophy. “You must know quite a bit about the field,” he said, keeping his tone conversational.

“Oh, not really,” Y/n admitted with a laugh. “I’m more of an environmentalist than anything. The motorsport side of this is a bit lost on me, honestly.” She raised an eyebrow. “What about you? Are you here as a guest speaker or just someone who supports the cause?”

For a second, Fernando hesitated, realizing you had no idea who he was. The familiar instinct to hold back, to maintain the thin veil of anonymity, kicked in. “More of a supporter. I’m mostly here to learn more about the cause,” he said, offering a noncommittal shrug. “I think there’s value in understanding how things connect, don’t you?”

She nodded, her expression brightening again, thankful she didn’t have to converse about motorsports, a topic she was clueless about, with a petrolhead that would quiz her on the significance of hybrid racing cars on track performance. “Absolutely. Connections are everything.”

Before he could respond, someone called his name from across the room—“Fernando!”—in a way that made it clear they knew him well. Y/n glanced at the source of the call, then back at him, curiosity sparking in her eyes.

But Fernando only offered her a subtle, almost secretive smile. “It was nice meeting you. I hope you find what you’re looking for here.”

And before she could ask more, he turned and blended seamlessly into the crowd, leaving her with a thousand questions, a sudden flutter in her chest, and a slowly creeping blush across her cheeks.

She didn’t see him for the rest of the night. Still, she thought of him during event cleanup, on her drive home, in the shower, and as she lay in bed unable to sleep, ultimately deciding to focus on what the next day might bring, as everything she came up with was boring enough to lull her into a dreamscape.

Y/n wanted to meet up with her friend the next day but decided against it. She knew the taunting that would come with retelling her meeting someone who ended up flooding her mind would be endless. Thankfully, Y/n already planned a vacation for a much-needed refresh away from the hustle and bustle of metropolitan living.

Fernando found himself on a white-sanded beach staring toward the endlessly blue horizon, secluded from the outside world that always seemed to have a camera pointed his way. After rough races these past weekends, he was thankful for some time off. He enjoyed the calming sounds of the waves and the lack of human presence until a faint mumbling could be heard not far from where he sat.

At first, he thought he might just be hearing things since he remembered being the only person on the beach when he arrived, but the sound drew closer and closer with each growing moment. He opened his eyes and saw what seemed to be a familiar figure, which looked in his direction. Fernando figured this person knew who he was as they sent him a shallow wave before walking in his direction.

He could recognize this person was a woman from where they originally stood, but as they drew closer, a faint memory from a charity event a couple of weeks ago flashed in his mind.

“Coincidence seeing you here,” the lady said as she shifted her sunglasses from her eyes to the top of her head. “Fernando, right? Mind if I sit here?” He instantly recognized her as the volunteer he shared a brief conversation with that day and gestured to the sand beside him, letting her know she was more than welcome.

“You were at the environmental motorsports event a couple of weeks ago, no?” Fernando asked as he watched her set down a floral beach towel. “Yep, that’s me.” The two sat in silence before the unnamed lady realized she had yet to introduce herself to Fernando properly.

“I’m Y/n by the way, apologies for not sharing that earlier,” she said as she reached a hand out for a handshake, which Fernando took in both of his, causing her heart to flutter slightly. “Pleasure to meet you again Y/n. So tell me, what brings you to this beach?” Although he initially meant for small talk to pass a couple of minutes, the two ended up talking on the beach for hours, eventually watching the sunset together.

Their conversations explored almost every topic under the sun, from Fernando’s ranking of the world’s best beaches and Y/n’s of nations with the largest carbon footprint to Fernando confiding in Y/n about the issues he faces in his life and career. Y/n could sense Fernando’s genuity from the way his posture relaxed and his words were purposeful to avoid any confusion about what he was feeling.

If he was being honest with himself, Fernando was a bit taken aback by the maturity she expressed in their conversations, and he’d be lying if he didn’t admit the attraction he felt that initially drew him to her all those weeks ago.

“I didn’t expect to find someone who could understand me at this stage in life, especially someone so young.” Fernando stared stoically into the sunset, trying to avoid eye contact with the beautiful young woman beside him, afraid his heart might flutter. He’d feel like a dirty old man being attracted to someone who appeared to be half his age, or even younger, who was sitting next to him in a bikini on what he considered the most beautiful beach on Earth.

“I never thought I’d connect with someone much older than me either, but life is crazy isn’t it,” Y/n said with a light giggle that caused Fernando to turn his head and smile at her. “Y’know, I’ve enjoyed all the conversations we’ve had so far, maybe we can connect again sometime?” she asked with a smile that signaled she was genuine about wanting to see Fernando again.

“Yeah, I’d like that!” Y/n immediately turned to grab her phone out of her bag to exchange contact information with Fernando while sharing parting pleasantries. Perhaps a small part of her felt like a whore, asking for an older man’s phone number, wanting to see him again, the uncontrollable butterflies she felt when their hands slightly brushed each other before parting ways. She knew this interaction and any future ones with Fernando would be kept close to her heart and locked in her mind, she was afraid of what her friends and family would think of her talking to someone like him. But a bigger part of her didn’t care, because she saw how he looked at her, and knew he felt the same.

After their chance meeting on the beach, Fernando and Y/n began exchanging messages sporadically. At first, their conversations were light and centered around the environment–Y/n sharing articles about conservation efforts and Fernando asking thoughtful questions that hinted at his growing interest in the topic.

What started as occasional texts quickly became more frequent. They discussed everything from their favorite books and movies to deep, wandering philosophical debates. Fernando found himself drawn to her passion and perspective, while Y/n appreciated his thoughtful nature and how he always seemed genuinely interested in their conversations.

When Fernando traveled for races, their messages became a welcome reprieve from his high-pressure world, while Y/n found their exchanges refreshing amid her demanding work. Over time, phone calls replaced texts, and their conversations stretched late into the night.

It wasn’t long before their connection grew undeniable. Fernando invited Y/n to meet him again, on a quiet beach near his home in Spain. He framed it casually–another chance to explore their shared interest in the environment–but his nervous excitement made it clear this meeting felt different. Y/n was equally curious and undeniably drawn to the man who had quickly become a comforting constant.

The sun dipped low over the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink as the waves lapped gently at the shore. Fernando and Y/n strolled along the secluded stretch of beach, their footprints the only evidence of life on the soft sand.

Y/n slipped her sandals off, letting the cool grains sink between her toes. She glanced at Fernando, who seemed lost in thought, his hands shoved into the pockets of his linen trousers.

“You’re quiet tonight,” she said softly.

He gave her a small smile. “Just thinking.”

“Dangerous pastime,” she teased, nudging him with her shoulder.

He chuckled but didn’t respond immediately, his gaze fixed on the waves. “Y/n,” he began after a pause, his voice low and steady, “have you ever thought about how different our lives are?”

She stopped, tilting her head to study him. “What do you mean?”

He hesitated, pulling a hand from his pocket to gesture vaguely. “You’re young, passionate, with so much ahead of you. And I…” He trailed off, looking down at the sand. “I’ve lived a lot of my life already. I don’t want to take anything away from you.”

Y/n frowned, stepping closer to him. “Fernando, where is this coming from?”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It’s not just the age gap. It’s everything. The world sees me differently than you do. I’ve built a life that people…notice. That comes with expectations and assumptions. And I worry what people will think when they see us together. What they’ll think about you.”

Her brows knit together. “Fernando, are you saying people will think less of me because of you? Or that I’ll think less of you?”

“No,” he said quickly, meeting her eyes. “Not you. Never you. But people might say things–things that aren’t true. They’ll question your motives, and assume you’re with me for the wrong reasons. And they’ll question me, too.”

Y/n stared at him for a long moment, the sound of the waves filling the silence between them. “I don’t care what people think, Fernando. I know why I’m here. I’m here because of who you are, not what you have.”

He studied her, his expression softening. “You’re sure? Even if it gets…complicated?”

She smiled, reaching to take his hand, “Life’s already complicated. You just have to decide who’s worth the complications.”

Fernando exhaled, a quiet laugh escaping him. “You make it sound so simple.”

“It is,” she said, squeezing his hand. “We can worry about the rest when it happens. But for now, I’m choosing you. That’s all that matters.”

He stepped closer, cupping her cheek gently. “You’re remarkable.”

“You’ve mentioned that before,” she teased, her smile widening.

As the waves rolled in, cool water brushing their ankles, Fernando leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

Over the next few months, their connection grew through long calls and fleeting visits, each moment together strengthening the bond they had quietly formed. Though their lives often pulled them in opposite directions, Fernando and Y/n made time for each other, carefully navigating the delicate beginnings of their relationship.

On a crisp morning in the city, a few months into their romance, they found themselves at a quaint cafe, eager to share news that had been building in both their lives. They sat in a far corner, their usual spot regardless of the establishment, as they indulged in their choice of coffee and pastries. They’d been talking for hours, their laughter littering the atmosphere as they shared stories of their day-to-day lives. But as the conversation shifted toward something more serious, Y/n felt the need to tell him about her work.

“I’ve been working on some new projects,” she began. “The organization has been focusing on bridging the gap between sustainability and industries that often overlook it,” she explained as she took the finishing sip of her cappuccino.

Fernando looked at her with genuine interest painting his features, a slight smile drawn across his lips. “I think what you’re doing is amazing. It’s not easy, I bet.”

Y/n nodded, her eyes lighting up as she spoke. “It’s been a real struggle, but it’s worth it, you know? I’ve been mainly working on reducing the carbon footprint of the fashion and technology industries, but I’ve been diving deeper into how motorsports can play a role too.” She paused, then let out a slight chuckle, “I know it’s ironic, considering my complete lack of knowledge about cars and racing.”

Fernando reciprocated the chuckle, a hint of playfulness in his eyes. “I think you’d be surprised, you might have a lot more in common with motorsports than you think.”

Y/n slightly cocked her head in confusion, but before she could respond, she became aware of the slight murmurs coming from the rest of the patrons. Her eyes flickered around the cafe, noticing the subtle whispers and glances thrown their way. A few turned their heads, avoiding eye contact with her, while others held it as if trying to memorize Y/n’s face.

Y/n shifted uncomfortably in her seat, looking down at her empty cup, unsure how to react. Fernando noticed almost immediately, his brows furrowing in concern. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice laced with worry.

Y/n glanced around again before focusing on the man across from her. “Do you have any idea why people keep looking at us? Are we doing something weird?” she asked, slightly ducking her head, she now felt oddly insecure and self-aware.

Fernando’s expression softened as he took her hand, giving her a knowing look. “It’s not you,” he said simply, his voice quieter now. “It’s me.” Y/n tilted her head again in confusion, clearly not understanding what he meant.

“I’m a bit more…well-known than I think you realize,” Fernando continued, a sheepish smile playing at the corners of his lips. “People recognize me, whether I want them to or not. And when I’m out with someone…” he trailed off, a quiet understanding passing between them.

Y/n’s eyes widened in realization. “You’re…famous?”

Fernando nodded. “Something like that.” He laughed softly, though it was tinged with a hint of sadness. “I don’t usually talk about it much, especially with people who don’t know the motorsport world. It’s a bit much to take in sometimes, but it’s part of the package.”

Y/n sat in silence for a moment, processing the information. Her initial unease began to fade as she looked at him, but a new wave of curiosity washed over her. She never considered fame in the equation of their interactions, but now it felt like a weight had settled in the air between them.

“So, what’s it like?” she asked, almost shyly.

Fernando’s lips quirked into a small smile. “It’s a lot of eyes on you. A lot of expectations. A lot of whispers.” He paused, his gaze dropping to the table, a slight sadness creeping into his features. “It’s hard to keep things private when people know you.”

Y/n nodded thoughtfully, her fingers tracing the rim of her cup. “I understand. You know, sometimes I struggle with the environmental work I do ‘cause it feels like everyone only has their eyes on the big guys. It’s hard to make your work known in such an overesaturated field.”

Fernando leaned forward, his tone shifting to something a little more serious. “I can help you with that, you know. With the work you’re doing, I mean. There’s an event coming up. It’s a big one, focusing on the steps motorsports are taking toward sustainability, and you’d be a great fit there. You could meet people in the industry, build some connections.” His eyes softened with sincerity. “It’s an opportunity for you to get your foot in the door.”

Y/n’s eyes brightened. “Really? That sounds amazing.”

He smiled. “Yeah. I’ll have you as my guest. I think it could be a good place for you.”

She smiled back, though her thoughts still lingered on the attention they were receiving. “Thank you, Fernando. I’d love to go.”

As their conversation continued, the stares from the other patrons in the cafe didn’t stop. Y/n couldn’t help but feel like the walls were closing in as more and more people gathered their courage to steal a glance at the couple. When they finally finished their coffees and stood up to leave, Fernando’s hand brushed against hers, and Y/n couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted.

A few days later, Fernando and Carlos found themselves on a sun-drenched golf course, the mid-afternoon light casting short shadows over the pristine grass. They had been friends for years, but there was something about how Fernando’s behavior had shifted recently that made Carlos more attentive than usual.

Fernando had been quieter and more withdrawn, and today was no exception. As they padded down the fairway, Carlos couldn’t ignore the subtle signs: the distracted glances, how his usually carefree demeanor seemed tethered to something more serious.

“You’re not yourself today,” Carlos remarked, glancing at Fernando, who was lining up his shot. “What’s going on?”

Fernando took a deep breath, setting the club down for a moment. “It’s…it’s nothing, really.” He turned to face Carlos, a rare vulnerability in his eyes. “It’s just… you know, there’s someone I’ve been seeing.”

Carlos raised an eyebrow, already sensing there was more to this than Fernando was letting on. “Someone special?”

Fernando hesitated. “Yeah, I guess so.” He glanced off in the distance, his eyes far away for a moment. “But it’s complicated.”

Carlos, ever the curious one, was quick to press. “Complicated how?”

Fernando’s gaze flickered to the ground, as though he was weighing the decision to share more. “It’s… the age gap. Between us. I’ve only told you because, well, I trust you. We’re keeping things low-key for now. People have a lot of opinions, especially about stuff like that.”

Carlos’ expression softened. He’d been Fernando’s friend through thick and thin, and while the news surprised him, he understood the need for secrecy. “You’re not the only one, mate,” he said, lightly patting him on the back. “Everyone’s got an opinion about relationships, especially in our world.”

Fernando nodded, grateful for Carlos’ understanding. “Yeah. So for now, it’s just between us.”

Later that evening, the glow of the event’s lights welcomed Fernando and Y/n as they drove up to the venue. Before they could leave Fernando’s Valkyrie, Y/n asked a question that was itching at the back of her mind.

“So what is it exactly that you do for a living?” Y/n refrained from searching for him online, afraid she would uncover something she would rather not know.

Fernando hesitated a bit, despite knowing it was better to come clean now. “Well, I’m a Formula 1 driver. This is an F1 event actually, all my colleagues will be inside.” When he turned to see Y/n’s wide-eyed expression, Fernando assured her she didn’t need to impress since nobody knew of their connection.

They stepped into the venue, which hummed with the energy of motorsport industry professionals, media personalities, and environmental activists alike. The venue was a sprawling, modern building, and the perfect backdrop for Y/n’s growing career in environmentalism. Fernando could see the spark in her eyes as she took in the scene, all hesitation from before evaporating.

But as they entered, Y/n immediately felt the need to distance herself, her instinct to blend in taking over. While Fernando introduced her to a few people, she spent most of the evening networking, making connections that would benefit her future work. She didn’t want to draw attention as someone’s girlfriend, especially Fernando’s. She kept her interactions professional, answering questions about her work the entire night, and steering the conversation away from anything too personal.

Fernando, however, wasn’t as good at keeping his emotions under wraps. His subtle mood changes didn’t go unnoticed by the drivers and other guests at the event. They could see how he smiled a little softer, how his eyes lingered when he looked at her. It wasn’t a mood they were used to seeing from Fernando–he usually kept everything too guarded to let his true feelings show. But tonight, there was a difference.

“Dude,” his teammate, Lance Stroll, asked him quietly, as they stood near the bar, “Is everything okay with you? You’ve been…different.”

Fernando blinked, his attention snapping back to the present. He offered a tight smile, trying to mask his swirling emotions. “Yeah, just…tired,” he replied, not wanting to reveal anything more. “Long day.”

But Carlos, who had been watching from a distance, could see through the façade. He pulled Fernando aside for a more private conversation.

“What’s going on, Fernando? You seem distant tonight,” Carlos asked gently, his voice carrying a tone of concern.

Fernando sighed, knowing it was time to acknowledge what kept causing his attention to drift. “The person I’m seeing, she’s here tonight. But I don’t want to draw too much attention to her.”

Carlos nodded in understanding. “You’re keeping it under wraps because of the age thing, right?”

Fernando gave a short, almost bitter laugh. “Yeah. That’s part of it. But it’s more than just that. We’re keeping things low-key because we don’t want the media or anyone making assumptions before we’re ready to deal with all that. It’s just…a lot, and she’s not used to it yet.”

Carlos glanced over to where Y/n was, still conversing with a group of guests, the contrast of her professionalism and the personal connection between her and Fernando hanging like a secret.

“I get it,” Carlos said softly. “But you can’t hide forever, Fernando. People are going to start asking questions, especially if your behavior keeps giving it away.”

Fernando sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I know. But this isn't just about me. It's her life, her work, her reputation. I want to protect her from the chaos in all of this."

Carlos' expression softened. "I understand. But if she's the one, and it sounds like she might be, you'll have to face it together at some point. People will talk, but if you're both sure about each other, it won't matter."

Fernando looked over at Y/n again, watching her with admiration and longing as her animated gestures lit up the conversation she was having across the room. She seemed so comfortable, so confident, even among strangers. That strength was one of the many things that drew him to her. He had always been the one to play things close to the chest, but this relationship–this person–felt different.

Carlos gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "For what it's worth, you look happier than I've seen you in years. Don't let anything get in the way of that."

“I know,” Fernando replied quietly. “But for now I want to protect her. And myself,”

As the evening continued, Fernando remained reserved, offering little more than polite responses to his fellow drivers. His connection with Y/n was too new and fragile, and he wasn’t ready for the world to know yet. Not until they were able to face it together. Their path forward wouldn't be easy, but Fernando knew as he watched Y/n laugh and light up the room, that she was worth every complication.

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mirkwoodshewolf · 10 months ago

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Fallen angel; Dean Winchester x reader

*Author's note*

Well this request was really starting to collect dust in my inbox but I finally got around to doing it so I'd like to thank @topstory21 for being so patient with me for their request and hope that you enjoy it.

Warnings: Swearing, violence (this is SPN after all), mentions of family death, some angst and fluff.

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@waddles03

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@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels

@remussl0vers

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I awoke to find myself out in a field and the sound of mooing next to me. I turned with a groan to see a few cows staring at me as they continued their grazing, their deep brown eyes staring deep into my very soul. Slowly I got up feeling nothing but aches and pains in my body which I found strange.

Normally my body heals on its own pretty fast being an angel and all that but now my powers weren’t working. Wait, how did I even get down to earth in the first place? Dean didn’t pray for me and Cas wasn’t in trouble nor was big brother Gabriel causing any trouble.

After composing myself I walked out of the field and followed the road to the nearest town where I managed to find a convenient store. I walked in and saw on the tv above about a meteor shower the like of which these humans had never seen before. It was then I remembered what had happened.

I—I had fallen. And not just me but—every angel in heaven had been cast out and fallen to earth. I tried to tap into the angel radio but I came up with nothing, not even static. No, no, no, no this couldn’t be happening.

“Miss? Miss? Are you alright?” I turned to see a young man in his young teen years and I asked him.

“Where am I?”

“Miles City, Montana.” He answered. “Do you uhh—need me to call someone?”

“No, no I….thank you. Forget I was here.” I then walked out of the store and felt a sudden overwhelming feeling after realizing that I had now become a fallen angel, I wasn’t in Kansas, I can’t communicate with any of my brothers and sisters, and I had no access to my powers. “Why didn’t I accept that cellphone that Dean offered me? I just had to follow the rules. No human technology in heaven. I could’ve played off like big brother Cas but nooo.”

Okay (Y/n) just calm down and think about this. You’ve got a location, now all you need to do is find a way to get in contact with either Dean, Sam or Cas. Surely someone will let me use their phone for just a moment or two to make a call. I saw a group of skater teens gathered by another convenient store and I walked up to them and asked.

“Excuse me, could I use one of your cellphones to call someone?”

“Why can’t you just use your own lady?” asked a rude boy with face acne.

“I—seemed to have misplaced it. Please it’d just be for a minute or two.”

“Sorry lady. We don’t even carry our own phones. Parents tracking us and all that shit. That’s why we just have our go-pros.” Said another boy with long brown hair.

“Your parents only worry for your safety.”

“Jesus Christ another Karen comin to tell us to what to do. Let’s get out of here.” The teens then got on their skateboards and bikes and soon left me in the dust (quite literally as they purposefully kicked up the rocks and debris nearby).

“I swear children today have no respect for anyone. And why do they keep using that term Karen?”

“The rise of social media and technology raising them and careless parents not fit to discipline them.” I jumped at the voice and saw a woman with curly blonde hair. She appeared to be around her early to mid-40’s but she still held someone of a youthful glow about her. Her hypnotic green eyes glared out towards the teenagers that had just left me in the dust.

“They do seem to think they’re above authority nowadays don’t they?” I vocalized my thoughts.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to intrude or anything but I had heard you were in a bit of a bind and just thought I’d offer my help.” She said turning toward me.

“I’d greatly appreciate it, thank you Miss…..”

“Agatha. Agatha Dubois.” She extended her hand out and I greatly took it as we shook hands.

“Thank you Miss DuBois, really I do appreciate it. You would not believe that I’ve been through today.”

“From what I heard about those meteor showers, I’d say it was quite an event. Some people have lost their homes due to collateral damage from the explosions that had been happening.” Oh my….I hope I didn’t cause anyone any harm when I had landed. “If you don’t mind helping me load up some stuff into my truck, I’d be more than willing to allow you to use my telephone. Maybe even get you a nice home-cooked meal. Lord knows you look like you need it.”

Being an angel I’ve never really had the taste for food. But now with my grace potentially gone and now feeling 100% human, I could feel the extreme hunger that was now knowing at the edges of my stomach.

“Are you sure about all that? All I’d really need is just to use a phone.”

“Ahhh don’t worry about it. Besides, my mama always taught me to help out a stranger in need.”

“Well, thank you Ms. DuBois.”

“Oh you can call me Agatha. Now c’mon, these gas tanks can get pretty heavy and you’d be a life savior if I didn’t have to make more than two trips.” I walked over towards her truck and helped her load up the gas tanks that I’ve seen be used to grills for barbecuing. Once we were done, I got up in the passenger seat and she drove us towards her cabin out in the woods.

We unloaded her truck and after storing away the last gas tank in her shed, I wiped my forehead of the sweat that now clamped onto my brow. Whew, who would’ve thought this is what humans feel like after every work day?

“I greatly appreciate you helping me out (Y/n).” Agatha thanked me.

“I’m glad I could help out. Now may I ask where you’re phones at?”

“Come with me to the kitchen and it’ll be right by the sink. Sometimes cell reception gets a little funky so I keep a landline just in case.” She escorted me towards her house and it was like any other home I had seen.

Decent cabin with various trinkets, knick-knacks, furniture and pictures. Some by herself and others with what appeared to be either friends or family. We got into the kitchen and she pointed the phone out to me. And boy I hadn’t seen phones like that since the 1970’s. I walked over to it, picked it up and began dialing Dean’s number but just as I started to press the last two numbers, I felt something hit the back of my neck and I was knocked out like a light.

*Dean’s POV*

Now we’ve had crazy things happen to us before, hell we started the freakin apocalypse for crying out loud. But this shit…..this was way beyond anything we’ve come across. To be told that the trials for sealing off Hell for good was nothing but a rouse, a filthy lie. And now hundreds maybe thousands of angels, including my girl are scattered throughout the world.

“Anything coming up yet?” I asked Sam who was on his laptop typing away.

“Nothing other than the news talking about the supposed ‘Great meteor shower of 2013’.”

“How bout Cas, heard anything from him?”

“No.” I let out a growl as I paced through the motel room.

“I told that girl to keep the damn phone, why doesn’t she ever listen to me?”

“You can’t blame (Y/n) for this.”

“I’m not! She’s not the one who casted the angels out of heaven. And don’t go thinking I’m blaming you either, we both believed that those trials would be for the demons of Hell. If I ever see Metatron again…..”

“You won’t be able to do anything Dean.” We both jumped at the sudden voice of Cas appearing behind us.

“The hell have you been?! We’ve been calling and praying to you and you just ghost us!”

“In case you hadn’t noticed Dean, I’ve been a bit busy as of late.” Cas sneered sarcastically.

“Cas, what exactly is going on out there?” Sam asked him.

“The angel radio has been blaring nonstop of angels in a state of panic. However it’s about half the normal voices I usually hear. I fear that most of the angels that had fallen had also lost their grace. Including (Y/n).” oh fuck no! If she’s lost her grace then…..she’s practically useless out there.

Unlike most angels, she’s more of a diplomat than a soldier, hardly ever really fought unless her life depended on it. She’s confessed that the only real wars she’s participated in was the 100 years War with Joan of Arc and some battle during the Civil war. But she’s had her powers to use to take down any demon or monster that came at her, without it she’ll—NO!!

“Do you know where she might be?” I asked.

“I’ve tried everything in whatever power I have left since my own casting out and I’ve come up with….how you guys say, squat.” My breathing sharpened, “However, there might be someone we could see in order to find her.”

“What do you mean Cas?” I asked.

“In her secret visits down here to Earth back during the Civil war, I’m told she once connected with someone who was able to see and know all of the past and the future.”

“What you’re saying she met with a fortune teller?” asked Sam.

“No, not people who claim to know your fortunes I literally mean a deity that can see the past and the future. An oracle.” Said Cas.

“You—you serious? Like an actual oracle?”

“We’ve come across dragons before Dean, oracles don’t seem so farfetched.” Said Sam with a shrug.

“Alright well, how do we get in touch with this oracle?”

“If I recall, their last known location was deep in bayou of New Orleans.”

“Then Louisiana it is. We’re wasting time let’s go!” I ordered as the two of them followed me outside to the car and I floored it till we got to Louisiana.

We reached the city within a day and a half and managed to book a ferry ride down the bayou to where Cas would guide us. He said the oracle lived on a small island on the bayou known as Moonscar isle. I leaned up against the railings of the ferry staring out into the murky waters and creepy swamps. Normally I’d be saying we’re living out an actual Scooby doo location but all my mind was thinking about was (Y/n).

“Dean.” Cas voice called out to me. I felt his hand on my shoulder, “We’ll find her. She might not be the strongest fighter of my sisters but she is clever. If she does run into trouble, she’ll find a way out of it.”

“You better be right Cas. Cause I don’t know what I’ll do if we find her too late.” We soon reached the dock of Moonscar isle and I drove us through the bumpy roads. I know you ain’t used to these roads Baby but I promise you, we’ll be back on the smooth road soon.

“Okay Cas did (Y/n) say anything specific on how to find this oracle’s location?” Sam questioned.

“It should be the only thing living on this island. No one has lived here since the days of the Civil War.”

“Seems easy enough.” I floored Baby a bit faster until we hit a hump which caused all of us to hit our heads on the roof.

“Dean I know you want to save (Y/n) but maybe try to go easy on the gas. At least until we hit smoother terrain.” Suggested Sam. As we drove through the thick mist, we soon caught sight of what appeared to be torches lighting the way. We followed the light until we came upon a small cabin.

I turned the engine off and the three of us got out of Baby and closed the doors.

“Typical, witchy and spooky. Remind me to question her friends when we find her.” I told them both before trudging through the wet mud and marshes towards the cabin. I climbed up the ladder which lead to the cabin above and I opened the door only to be greeted by a hissing snake. “JESUS…..”

“No Jesus Christ be ‘ere. Only the one who speaks between the realms of gods and mortals.” A female Cajun voice spoke up. The snake retreated backward but kept its unblinking eyes on me as hand reached out and stroked it’s head.

Soon a woman in an old, and when I say old I meant like past century or two old, dress. Long and elegant yet battered and weathered by time. Her hair was styled in dreads and styled much like Eddie Van Halen’s hair. But what had me unsettled was the snake-like eyes that she had. Give me black, red, yellow, or even white eyes but not snake eyes.

“Calypso.” Cas greeted.

“Castiel.” Her wicked and rotten smile greeted. Seriously I’ve seen vampires with better dental hygiene than this woman. “And de Winchester brothers. Calypso ‘erd many tings about you two. Destiny and fate twists around you both like puppets on a string.” Calypso said as the snake that scared me now began wrapping itself around her neck.

“Yeah we uhh—get that a lot. Listen we’ve come to…..”

“I know what it is that you come for cher.” Calypso interrupted my brother. “Enter but be weary of your step.” Oh yeah sure that’s comforting. We entered inside the cabin and saw that the entire place was filled with jars, voodoo stuff, jars with the most randomness, weird, freaky and creepy stuff I had only seen be put in movies. Snakes, bats, and rats also made their home in this cabin. “Sit down.”

We were lead to a table that held scrolls, maps and books that would make even Bobby’s library seem like the kid’s section at the library.

“You ‘ave come to seek ma Cherie (Y/n).”

“Yeah, do you know where she is?”

“To answer such a question must be bound. For her heart may soon be in de ground.” I soon felt my chin being tilted upward as I was now forced to look up at her. “You above the two share that bond with ma cher.” I forced my way out of her strong grip.

“I may have failed Spanish but I know what that endearment means so don’t be trying to call her any of that when she’s already spoken for.”

“Angels ave lived many lives. To stick to one partner is never just enough.” She said with me with a seductive smirk. Okay so did she mean that she and (Y/n) once…..okay not that I don’t think it’s hot but c’mon Dean now’s really not the time to be thinking about things like that right now.

“Calypso. We’re worried about her, Cas has said she’s lost touch with angel radio. And if that’s true then that means she’s lost her grace when she fell from Heaven.”

“When de angels fell from the sky, Hell itself shook. More demons seep out now to destroy their lifelong foes. The balance between them has now shifted to Hell’s favor, and if not set straight, all will be lost.” Calypso said as she walked over towards one of her bookshelves and allowed the snake to slither down her arm and track down a rat.

As she spoke, just seeing the snake hunt down the rat and catch it before wrapping itself around it and squeezing it to death made me feel uncomfortable.

“Calypso, you and (Y/n) were close with one another. If you still care for her at all, will you help us find her?” the oracle remained silent before she said.

“I ave wha you seek, but I demand special payment before I can give this precious gift away.”

“What is it that you want?” I demanded. A slow, wicked smirk came across her face.

*My POV*

I woke up feeling groggy and with a massive headache but I also felt my hands and feet were strapped down. I struggled to get up but I heard Agatha’s voice.

“There’s no point in struggling.” I turned my head to see her cleaning up an angel blade. “That there is angel blades mixed with the strongest iron melted and forged into handcuffs.”

“You know what I am?” I asked her.

“Trust me sweetheart, you’re not the first angel we came across.”

“We?” I then thought back to the photo’s I saw in her cabin. “Your family.”

“Yeah. My husband Frank, and my two boys Nathan and Jake. My husband and I had left the hunter’s life behind in order to raise our two boys. But when word got out that the apocalypse and the end of the world was happening, well…..let’s just say the Winchester’s weren’t the only ones on the demons radar. Soon the angels started coming after us, all because we refused to be their pawns.”

“I take it that the angel that came to you was called Zachariah?”

“Yeah.” She sneered.

“Figures. I hated that douchebag so much. Out of all my brothers, I hated him more than Lucifer and Michael combined.”

“Just because you claim that, doesn’t mean I’ll go easy on you.” She said as she stood over me and placed the angel blade right to my neck.

“Listen Agatha, even if you do kill me it won’t change anything.”

“I’m not gonna kill you. At least not yet. First you’re gonna tell me where I can find that rat bastard, and then once I’m through with him then I’ll kill you. And finally be rid of you angels.”

“I don’t think the angels will be the least of your concern these days. If any hunter out there knows all lore, then they’d know that what they witnessed wasn’t a meteor shower.”

“They were fallen angels yeah, yeah I read up more on the lore once we kept running into Zachariah and after he had killed my boys. That’s why I’ve been hunting down you angels that came here. And you dearie, make number three.”

“Who were the other two?”

“Didn’t care to ask them. But they proved useless to me in the end. But oh do I remember seeing your name in some of the lore books. The Angel of Mercy. So any angel that’s out there, you would know where they are.”

“That was before I had fallen. Now I’m as mortal as you are. I’m of no use to you Agatha. And even if you were to kill me, no angel is going to tell you where to find Zachariah.”

“Then I guess I’ll keep killing your kind until someone screams.” Gunshots suddenly fired just a few feet away from her and I heard Dean’s voice roar out.

“THE HELL YOU WILL!” we looked up to see Dean with his revolver pointed right at Agatha.

“The infamous Dean Winchester.” Agatha mocked in praise. “Should I be honored by your presence?”

“Cut the small talk you psychotic bitch, I ain’t here to make friends.”

“From one hunter to another, I thought the job was to kill any monster that got in our way? That includes these so called ‘angels’.”

“Look, I’ll admit that most of them were douchebags with wings but the one you’ve got right there. She’s about as harmless as a kitten. So I’m only gonna say this one last time, let her go or I pump you full of lead.” It was then I saw Castiel and Sam sneaking in from the back, when I caught my brother’s eye, he pressed his finger to his lips as I withdrew his own angel blade while Sam took out his own pistol.

“Not until I get what I want. And I’ll kill anyone who gets in my way.” It was then Sam came up and grabbed Agatha in a headlock with the gun placed at her back.

“First rule you should’ve remembered. Never bring a knife to a gun fight.” Sam sneered in her ear. Castiel then came up and freed me of my bonds and cupped my face checking me for injuries.

“Are you hurt?”

“Besides the ache in my head and the aftermath of falling from heaven, I’m fine.” I brushed his hands away from my face and stood up and walked over to Dean. I placed my hand over his gun and gave him the look to lower his gun. He stared at me wide eyed in anger but I gave him a harsh look which got him to obey my order. “You misunderstood me what I had said earlier.”

“What do you mean?” Agatha snarled as she tried to struggle but Sam kept a firm hold of her.

“When I told you that no angel was going to tell you where Zachariah was. It’s because he’s no longer with us. This man here,” I gestured to Dean. “My boyfriend, he’s the one who killed Zachariah and ended his endless lies and deceit. So your vengeance is wasted.”

The harsh look in Agatha’s eyes slowly began to soften as her struggling ceased.

“He’s…..”

“Yes. He’s dead. And no one is bringing him back, but nor would killing him bring your family back. Ask yourself this Agatha, if your husband and boys could see you now, would they want this from you? To be so consumed by hatred and vengeance that you’d lose yourself to it?”

“So you’re telling me all of this was an Inigo Montoya scenario?” Dean asked incredulously.

“Not now babe.” I hushed him. “You’ve been consumed by your hate for long enough Agatha, it’s time to let it go.” I then gave Sam a nod and he released Agatha who just fell to her knees.

“Three years felt like an eternity. Everytime I close my eyes I can still see how he did it. He snapped my youngest boys bones like twigs, I can still see his limbs all twisted and contorted. My eldest boy, he stabbed him right through the back. I still can’t get the blood off my face from it spurting out. And Fr—Frank he……” Agatha wept into her hands.

The guys’ anger soon turned to sympathy as they stared at their potential enemy they were so adamant on killing now break down in tears. I walked over to Agatha and knelt down beside her. I placed my hand to her head and she looked up at me, tears slipping down past her lashes.

“Know that didn’t blame you. And they’ll always be watching over you until you are all together again.” Agatha crumbled once more as she wept into the floor and I chose to walk out with the guys following behind me.

There was a moment of silence as we walked away from Agatha’s property until Sam spoke up.

“I still sometimes can’t get over how you can still find the mercy and compassion in situations (Y/n).”

“That is who my sister is Sam. As the Angel of Mercy, she knows when force is needed, or when someone needs a compassionate hand. Agatha Morrison was just a grieving wife and mother, not a monster.” Cas explained.

“Doesn’t mean I’ll forgive her for what she did to you.” Dean said to me.

“That is up to you. But if you choose to continuously live with hate in your heart Dean, that’s all your life will ever be. You already carry such a weight of regret on you already Dean. Don’t add hatred to the mix.” I said stopping him as I placed my hand over his heart. He looked me in the eye and said.

“How is it that you always have to get the last word in whenever we argue?”

“Cause you know I’m always right. Even when I’m wrong, I’m right.”

“But now will this show you to at least carry a phone with you? Not every human is like Agatha. Be thankful she was mourning as you said she was. Next person could’ve been a John Wayne Gacey or Ted Bundy copy-cat.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“No, no thinking about it. I’ll give you one of my old burner phones. You don’t have to upgrade to a smartphone.”

“Fine, I’ll take one of the burners.”

“Thank you.” Dean then brought me into his arms and kissed the top of my head. “I was so worried about you. And you’re sure you don’t got a concussion or something?”

“I’m fine Dean, really. But question though, how did you guys find me so quickly?”

“We called in a favor from your old…..uhh—lover.” Dean groaned out the last part.

“My old lover? Dean what are you talking about?”

“The Oracle, Calypso.” Sam said. I bit back my laughter but it soon escaped me as Dean demanded.

“What’s so funny?”

“Oh you guys are a riot! Hahahaha! Calypso and me lovers! Hahaha!”

“Again not to say there’s anything wrong, especially now with people more accepting….”

“Sam, Calypso is just a friend. Nothing more. Being the child of Eros they’re a natural minx and will flirt with just about anyone, including me. But they never take it further than that cause they know I’m straight.”

“So you—you guys weren’t ever…..”

“Dean Winchester were you jealous?” I teased with a raised brow.

“What? No! No! No I’m completely comfortable with my masculinity and won’t be like those insecure bastards that feel the need to be possessive over their girls.”

“Tink again Winchester!” a portal soon opened up to Calypso’s cabin and there stood the old minx themself holding Juju, their albino python around their neck. “You really got dis one wound up cher! Him really thought he was de only partner you ever had.” They laughed as they stroked Juju’s head with their index and tall fingers.

“Cally you are a card.” I shook my head as I entered through the portal and stood beside them.

“You know I can never resist a good joke mon cher.” I walked through the portal followed by Sam, Cas and Dean who was still flabbergasted.

After finding a motel in New Orleans, Dean lay down on the bed while I brushed through my hair.

“So you had us be sent out while you and Calypso talked. What did she—I mean they want? I mean the way they had it made, it sounded like they wanted something else like…..you know.”

“As I told you, being the child of a God of Love and lust, they can’t help but be attracted to anyone they see. But Calypso and I have no romantic feelings for one another. They merely demanded a poker game rematch.”

“Seriously? A poker game?”

“Yep. Our last poker game I had beaten her 10 games out of 12 and got 20lbs of their weight in gold they had collected. I’m gonna play against them in three days’ time to see if they’ve improved their skill to win back the gold.”

“And that’s all they want?”

“Yes Dean, now will you let this whole thing go?” I walked over to him and lay down beside him cupping the side of his face. “The only one meant for me is you.”

“Your damn right I am.”

“Whatever happened to ‘not being the possessive boyfriend’ and ‘completely secure about my masculinity’?”

“I swear if you ever tell Sam this, I’ll deny every word of it.”

“Don’t worry, you don’t have to say it. And like I just told you, you don’t have to worry about anything.” I leaned in and gave him a soft kiss which he soon deepened before we proceeded to make love all night long after that.

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