#ILL figure it out Waves hand dismissively

[4arconinoma]

wish i could have a fucking tangible sona for myself and that it wasnt like an inexplicably near impossible task for me to create one

[takenbypeter]

Hey! Could you do a Wonka x fem! Reader where she is trying to get a party together for Willy (for his birthday or any big day you can think of) and stretch’s herself to thin causing her to get ill but is still running around like a headless chicken for him despite Willy telling her not to

(Basically frozen fever the more I think about it🤣🤣💛💛💛🤣🤣🤣)

Too Sick To Celebrate

Willy Wonka x reader

Words: 1253

You were fine. It was all fine. Everything was fine. 

Is what you told yourself as you felt a cold chill run down your body while you blew your nose into a tissue. 

You woke up that morning feeling nothing unusual excluding a few coughs here and there plus a scratchy throat. 

But by the time you’ve finished setting up decorations for the celebration that you’ve been planning, what was originally just a tiny cough and scratchy throat, turned into shivers and a runny nose. 

But nothing was going to ruin this day.

“Yes, that looks perfect right there,” you announced, having Piper and Abacus finish setting the last of the chairs. 

“He is going to be so thrilled,” you whispered, clapping your hands together in admiration of the way it all was coming together, that is until you let out a not-so-pretty sneeze.

“Ugh,” you groaned, wiping your nose with a tissue you had handy in your pocket. 

“That didn’t sound so good,” came a voice from beside, causing you to flinch at the unexpected comment. 

“Oh geez Lottie,” you breathed out, placing a hand on your chest to relax, “you frightened me.”

She shares an apologetic smile, “that happens. But you don’t sound too good. Is everything alright?”

You waved your hand motioning it was no big deal, “I’m fine, just a little cold but it’s fine, thank you.”

Lottie opened her mouth but was interrupted by another voice that came from behind.

“What’s going on here?” 

Smile tugging at your lips you turned around to face the young man. 

Willy Wonka. 

He was just about the most spectacular chocolatier you’ve ever met. With his skills, plus his passion and positivity, he’s managed to help you all in your escape from Mrs.Scrubbit and her wily contract. It was funny to think that only recently you were held captive by the old bat, and now, just a week later here you were celebrating a successful opening followed by a successful week of Wonka’s own shop. 

“What are you doing here? You’re ruining the surprise,” you directed towards the boy.

Now the party was no secret so he was aware of it all, but he also was aware that you specifically told him not to help, being that the party was essentially for him. But of course knowing Willy wasn’t one to sit back and let others do the work, you’ve planned ahead telling him the incorrect time that you all were starting, yet somehow here he was, still earlier than agreed. 

“Why are you here so early?” You questioned.

“Well, for one I knew you’d get here early, so I figured I’d come and help,” he glanced around at the practically finished decorations, “but I see I underestimated you.”

“That you did,” you said before another sneeze escaped your mouth. 

“Woah, that sounds bad.”

“It’s fine,” you guaranteed turning your back to Willy, but he circled around leaning his face inches from yours, “and your cheeks, they’re darker than usual,” he pointed out, but you just shook your head dismissing the thought, “it’s cold outside, that’s why.” 

You rotate away from him again, ignoring the shivers and the warm feeling that you were beginning to feel spread across your face, “I have to go get the cake!” You announced, allowing the others to hear, but Willy quickly placed himself in front of you. Pulling his scarf off he steadily wrapped it around your neck making sure it was nice and snug. 

“I’ll get the cake, you head inside.”

You rejected his offer without a single thought, “this party is for you Willy. I’m getting the cake,” and with that you marched off but Willy continued to follow close behind.

With big strides, you hurried to get to your destination while a cough did its best to fight its way out. 

“What’s the hurry?” He ran, catching up to your pace.

“There’s no hurry, I just want to get the…the…achoo! Cake,” you finished, managing to catch the sneeze in your arm.

Thinking back on it now, maybe having the party outside in this weather wasn’t the most ideal decision.

Despite his best efforts in suggesting your return back, you successfully pick up the dessert and begin your journey back. 

It was halfway through the trip back that you began to feel slightly dizzy. Shifting direction you reached out for a nearby bench, pausing to take a break. 

The chocolatier sat beside you with a concerned expression decorated on his face, “this won’t do. Let’s postpone the party, your health comes first.”

With your eyes lightly shut, you reply to the man, “we already prepared everything, if we cancel it now, everyone will just be disappointed. I’m alright, I just need a second.” After a moment of ease you propped yourself up, “onwards to the celebration!” You shout trying to lift the spirits. 

Wonka once again followed behind, worried for your health but knowing in your stubbornness to listen. 

Putting on your best face, you made it to the celebration. “Wait here,” you instructed, facing him away from the finished layout.

Once you’ve placed down the cake and everyone settled into position, you told him to turn around. 

“Surprise!” Shouted the collective group of voices as he spun around. And taking in the sight a grin from ear to ear spread along his face. Despite him seeing most of the decor before, he still managed to appear genuinely surprised. “This is spectacular!” 

“Well, we just wanted to show our appreciation for you Mr.Wonka,” said Abacus speaking on behalf of everyone.

“None of this could’ve happened without you all of course. Don’t just stand there, mingle, enjoy yourselves,” he ordered and no one hesitated to do so. 

Willy gazed around the small group, a smile still prominent on his face until he spotted you. 

You were propped on a chair a little ways away, blowing your nose into a tissue. His eyebrows lowered in thought with his lips pushed together and after a short whisper to Piper, he headed in your direction. 

“Come on, let's get you out of here.”

You shook your head, “but the party,” you breathed out.

“Your health is my main priority right now. If you stay out here in the cold it’ll only get worse.”

You pressed your own lips together, mirroring his expression from earlier.

“I already told Piper, she’s agreed to take care of the cleanup.” He extended a hand towards you and although hesitant you took hold, knowing he was truthfully, right. 

Despite your initial protests during the day, you were thankful to the man, not just for today but for all he’s done since you’ve met him. 

And you made sure to let him know.

“You are a wondrous man,” you stated as he covered you with a quilt, making sure to tuck the fabric in on both sides.

“It helps to have such wondrous people beside you.”

Once again, he refused to take his credit, yet another thing you admire about him. 

“I’m sorry I ruined today,” you whispered, eyes beginning to shut as the warmth from your own bed was starting to overtake. 

“Are you kidding? Today was splendid.”

“Your words are too kind.”

“Kind people are deserving of kind words.”

You smiled weakly, unable to banter back. 

With a few gentle pats on your head Willy leaned back allowing you to rest. 

You didn’t know how but you were going to make it up to him. 

You were sure of that.

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Accepting requests for Wonka just read my rules first plz 😉✨🍫

[pterodactyl-hater]

Butcher x reader? Smut or not depending on your comfort level.

Due to all the side effects of the temp V and butcher being sick all the time, he’s been spending a lot of time at the hospital and there’s one nurse he interacts with all the time and develops a crush. The nurse (reader) likes him too. Eventually butcher sees her at a bar after hours one thing leads to another and they go home together.

Add on depending on how long you want it. Or maybe two stories?

You could add that Homelanders been watching butcher madly obsessed with him and he spies on him and the nurse hooking up and kidnaps her to use against him.

Homelander could use compound V on the reader making her a supe which he knows butcher hates.

Another idea I had was solider boy wanting the reader and being a moncho asshole and forcing himself on her and butcher stops him and is protective.

OR reader wants both solider boy and butcher at once and can’t choose so maybe she gets both (wink wink)

Sorry it’s a lot. Couldn’t write my own stores. Decided to pass along ideas.

Gross Misconduct

・❥・ Maybe your patient is hot, but that’s no excuse to partake in misconduct!

・❥・word count: 1.7k

・❥・warnings: hospitals, mentions of cancer, general banter, fade to black smut

・❥・Anon i ❤️ u and your ideas I plan on writing multiple of them so stay tuned, also my poor heart only wrote the sweet parts of your request I couldn't take the angst 😭

also I haven’t been in a hospital since I was five, can you tell?

There's a particular smell in a hospital. Disinfectant, stale air, and a powder smell that wouldn't go away. You held a small plastic cup in your hands, filled with a few pills in various sizes and colors. Your shoes clicked against the pale blue linoleum tiles that reflected the fluorescent lights above. You approached room 234, cautiously knocking on the door before entering. 

William Butcher had become what those in the psychiatric ward referred to as a revolving door patient. He would come into the hospital for no more than a few days at a time with a mysterious illness, then against his doctor's orders leave the hospital, only to reappear almost a week later with the same ailments. He had become a regular patient for you, he always requested your presence whenever a different nurse came to check on him. You'd be lying if you said that it didn't flatter you. He was a handsome man, tall strong, and rugged, and his accent was more attractive than you'd ever admit out loud.

"William." You greeted with a small nod and an easy smile. "Can't believe I'm stuck treating you again. What is it this time?" You teased.

"Same as last time. And I told you, call me Billy." He groaned. He sat on the bench instead of the bed, his head rested against the wall.

"I figured. You know the doctors all want you to stay here a little longer, maybe they could find the source of this. I know you don't want to hear this, but it could be cancer, it's always best to diagnose early."

"It ain't cancer." Billy sighed in that husky voice of his. "I just need a few days then I'll be back on my feet." He ran his hand through his hair. "And how've you been sweetheart?"

"I've been fine." You hummed. "You ready to take some pills? I assume you've been taking these everyday while you've been out of here?" You raise an eyebrow. 

"Yeah, yeah, I've been taking my pills." He waves his hand dismissively. You pull a water bottle out of a small fridge in his room. You set the cup and the bottle down beside him. 

"The doctors are suggesting a CT scan, or an MRI, something that might find cancer. That's the most viable option at the moment. I'm not supposed to be telling you this, really, a doctor was gonna come in later today and tell you, but I know you and I wasn't sure if you were even gonna stick around until then." You looked at him with furrowed brows, he was one of the most frustrating patients you had ever dealt with. He wasn't violent, or particularly perverted, but he was stubborn. Of course, many of your patients were stubborn, but he was different. Something about him made you want the best for him, not just in the way your field of work required, there was something personal about it. 

"You want me to get that scan?" He asked gruffly. Looking up at you standing over him. You felt your face heat up at his unrelenting stare. 

"Well, what I want doesn't matter. All I can say is that, these doctors know what they're doing, and it would do you some good to listen to them." You said matter-of-factly. He nodded. Silence fell over the room, but you could tell he didn't want you to leave.

"You- uh- you seeing anyone?" He questioned after a prolonged period of quiet, he was uncharacteristically nervous. His eyes were suddenly transfixed on the floor tiles. 

You were trained to say that it was none of his concern, but instead, your lips moved to say, "No, I'm not." The edges of your mouth quirked up into a small smile. 

"Yeah?" You found yourself swooning at his voice. 

"Yeah." You grabbed a blood pressure cuff from the wall and approached him to start taking his vitals. You raised your eyebrows and he took off his thick coat. You eyed his large biceps subtly. You wrapped the cuff around his arm and inflated the cuff. 

"How's about you let me take you on a date after this?" He smirked, looking up at you.

"You know I can't do that Mr. Butcher." You tutted. "Your blood pressure is better than it was last time you were in here." A smile forced its way on your face. "So you can listen to what the doctors say." He rolled his eyes.

"Why not? You don't like what you see?" He insisted. 

"As your nurse that would be gross misconduct. Highly against the code of ethics in this here hospital.”

"So if I wasn't your patient you'd go out with me?"

Just as you suspected Billy checked himself out of the hospital mere hours after you gave him his pills and took his vitals. God, he would be the death of you. You had just gotten home, you kicked off your shoes at the door and sunk into the couch. Your phone buzzed in your pocket, and you sighed before picking it up. It was your friend texting you and a few others in a group chat. 

who's gonna come with me to the bar tn 😝

Only a few minutes passed before your other friends started responding. 

I'm free tn

If we're going to Blue's I'm down

Count me innnnnnn

You rubbed your eyes. Did you really want to go out tonight? Maybe a night of fun will be good for you. 

What time? 

You asked. Pretty soon everything was arranged, all you had to do now was hopefully take a nap before you go and make sure you looked presentable. Time ticked by and you made yourself look presentable before grabbing your keys and driving to the bar.

The sun was low in the sky and cast golden shadows over the street. There was a crisp chill in the air. You pushed the door open and immediately spotted one of your friends sitting at the bar. After a while everyone arrived and you found yourselves a small table in the front corner of the bar. One right next to the window.

Time had slipped away from you as you drank and chatted with everyone until your eyes caught on a figure out of the window. Billy Butcher was walking down the street and right into the bar. There was a small bell above the door that jingled when he came in. The sound was so small that it would've been drowned out by the sounds of the bar if you hadn't have been intently listening for it. He walked in and scanned the entire place. His brown eyes looked into yours. There was a single second where the only people in the bar were you and Billy Butcher. He smirked wryly. You felt your face heat. Then as if he had no cares in the entire world he walked to the bar and ordered himself a drink. 

Your conversation became mindless chatter as you watched him. You burned holes into his back and practically studied the nape of his neck.

"What's gotten into you?" One of your friends poked your shoulder. 

"Okay, don't look now, but the man sitting at the bar is the patient I've told you guys about." Of course, all your friends turned their heads around to look for him. "He's the tall one, with the jacket." You whispered. One of your friends hummed. 

"Seems like a hunk." They giggled. "Why don't you go talk to him, buy him a drink or something?" 

"Oh no I couldn't, he's my patient!" You insisted. 

"But isn't he checked out of the hospital? That means you wouldn't be breaking any rules by flirting." 

"Until he checks back in, in a week." You scoff. 

"I say, go for it! Didn't you say he asked you out earlier?" Another friend chimed in. Your entire body felt hot with embarrassment. 

"Which one of you is gonna pick me up tomorrow morning?" You joked and downed the rest of your drink. Your friends cheered as you stood up and approached Billy.

“What are you doing here? Didn’t anyone tell you to stay home to and rest to recover?” You tease playfully. He scoffs before chuckling like he’d been expecting you to approach him. 

“A man can’t have some fun anymore?” His brown eyes graze over you in the dim light. “Whiskey’s the best medicine.” He swirls the brown liquid in his glass. You hum. 

“Well, I’d have to disagree.” You watch him take a sip of his drink. There was a beat of silence.

“You look good out of those scrubs.” He nodded. You felt yourself smile.

“You think so?” 

“I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it.” He nodded. “So what’re you doing here?”

“I can’t have some fun anymore?” You shot his words back at him with a grin. He calls the bartender over. 

“Drink of choice?” He leans closer to ask. “It’s on me.” He winks cheekily. You order a drink and tap your fingers against the bar while waiting. “I presume you haven’t started seeing anyone in the few hours since we talked last.” He started. 

“Why does it matter?” You teased. The bartender set a drink down in front of you and you brought it to your lips to hide your smile. 

“Well, have you?” 

“I have not.” You replied simply. He smiled. 

“You got anyone else in here with you tonight?” He leaned in close. You felt your brain slip out of your ears at his accented voice and warm breath. You looked over at your friends, who had gone back to chatting, while one or two of them kept an eye on you. 

“No one that would mind if I left.” You said breathlessly. 

“Then, may I have the honor of taking you home?” You looked up at him, at a sudden loss for words. 

“You know I can’t be your nurse if we do this?” You checked in.

“Well, nobody has to know…” You shot him a look. “Yes, fine, I know you can’t be my nurse.” You smiled and nodded. 

“Lead the way Prince Charming.” 

His gruff laugh filled the space between you. He took your hand and started guiding you away from the bar and towards the door. You cast a final thumbs up towards your friends before the cold air hit your face. The street was now completely dark, only lit up by the streetlights. 

“You are going to love this.” He laughed, as he guided you to his car.

[moondrop-writes]

Okay okay I know you JUST wrote something for me but I also JUST got an idea! What about either Connor Stoll or Percy dating a daughter of Dionysus!? He doesn’t know initially but when he noticed them spending more time together he gets suspicious and then when he walks into her cabin without word one day and catches her kissing him he realizes that his precious daughter is dating the guy…which he’s not pleased about. So he threatens his daughter’s boyfriend and is all “if you so much as look at her the wrong way I WILL hunt you down and you’ll regret it for the rest of your life” but ultimately approves because he sees how happy that he makes the reader? And so he goes back to reader and tries to make the threat not seem as bad and they just have a cute little picnic or something together.

If you choose to ignore that’s fine cause you did JUST write something for me, but I think it might be interesting.

hi hi! and no worries about the amount of requests ill take em all! because i just wrote something with percy, i'll go with connor + i love the stoll brothers so...thank you for the request!

edit: i just realized i completely forgot the picnic part...im so sorry :(

You sat on a bench on the porch of your cabin, bending grapevines and leaves amongst twigs to fold it into a crown. Connor, amused, sat at your feet, chin hooked on top of your knee.

"Just wait," you murmured, tongue poking out from your lips as you tie the twigs with a few stray pieces of string, "it looks better when it's on your head."

Connor hummed, raising an eyebrow. You've pricked your fingers about five times, and it'd been an hour of you carefully crafting the crown, but he'd stayed there at your feet for every second of it.

"Aha!" you grinned and leaned down to place it in his curls. Immediately, his dark curls seemed to swallow it up. He winces, as pulls on one curl that had been tugged on uncomfortably when it was placed in his head.

You'd been right, it did look better on his head. The leaves stood out in his dark hair, and the wood of the twigs was a lighter shade than his hair.

You smiled, cradling his cheeks in your hands. "See? Perfect."

He giggled, "me or the crown?"

"Both."

You leaned in to kiss him, when your name was sharply called.

"Y/N!" Your head shot up to find your father, Dionysus, making his way towards you. Connor's eyebrows furrowed, showing his distaste at the intrusion, but stood up and shuffled away a bit. Not even he would dare face your father.

"Papa," you greeted, standing up. He glanced at Connor, but looked over it and waved you forward. Nervously, you hopped down the steps to greet him. Even if he was your dad, and you were around him frequently, he was still a god and could very much turn you into a shellfish if he pleased.

"Yes?" You asked, hands folded behind your back. Your father rubbed his temple, can of coca-cola in hand.

"I need you to overlook the new campers in the archery range. I would ask somebody else, but they all made up excuses and I don't have the energy to do it," he looked genuinely sympathetic for you, knowing very well how much of a pain some new campers could be. It wasn't new to you, for him to treat you so kindly, but Connor made a noise of surprise in the back of his throat.

"Yes, papa. I'll be there in a moment, let me grab my bow," you ran back into the cabin, and exited just in time to hear your dad dismiss your boyfriend.

You gave Connor a brief wave, which he grinned and returned, but stopped and ran when your father stared at him.

"God, I hate Hermes' kids," he said before taking a sip of his drink.

You chuckled weakly, shouldering your bow. "Yeah..."

He walked off, and you blew out a puff of air.

Guess telling you dad about the status of you and Connor's relationship was once again put off.

--

Dionysus knew there was a problem with his eldest child, he just couldn't figure out what.

Castor and Pollux were easy, both boys barely into their teenage years. You were a different story. You showed a whole new set of emotions and talents that Dionysus couldn't figure out. It's why he and your mother hadn't worked out very long (other than the fact he was already married). You and your mother were very similar, but you were both very stubborn.

You obeyed, most of the time, but there were certain things you just refused to bend to. It was what had intrigued him of your mother, but now, while he was attempting to raise you well, it was a struggle.

But even then, you'd become more closed off. You used to greet him daily, whether it was a wave or coming up to say, "good morning!" you always gave him some sort of hello. And sometimes, you'd even join him to play card games, which is more than what he could say for your brothers.

Now though? Each morning when you walked by the big house you were talking to either Connor or Travis, sometimes even both, and it'd been weeks since you bothered to come play games, or even hang around with him.

He didn't want to say he missed you, because it didn't bother him that much. But he was a literal manifestation of entertainment and got bored rather quickly. He loved his boys, but he'd always had a closer bond with you than them. You were a form of entertainment to him, but you were also his daughter and such a shift in behavior concerned him.

Hate to say it out loud or not, he loved you dearly. You were his only little girl.

And it wasn't just the fact you'd stopped talking to him, it was the fact you stopped talking to your brothers too. Castor had approached him on the verge of tears because he'd thought he'd done something to offend you. But, when he payed more attention, he found it was because you'd taken to following the Stoll brothers around.

But teenagers did that right? Leave their annoying little siblings in order to hang out with friends? Gods, he's watched too many romance movies with you.

The number of times he's stared at a TV screen and seen the whiny little sibling snitch on the older sibling after they'd snuck out to talk with their partner should be a crime.

His thoughts flit back to Castor, sniffling in front of him because his older sister was off with Connor Stoll somewhere.

You, with Connor Stoll, somewhere.

Oh, my gods.

He stood up abruptly, just narrowly avoiding knocking over the table as he stormed down the steps of the big house. You had some major explaining to do.

It was easy to see why'd you been dating someone. He cherished you for a reason, so it isn't hard to see why someone else wouldn't. But you were still his daughter.

Connor Stoll? Really? He didn't want you dating any of these brats but there were certainly better options than Connor Stoll. Like that one Apollo boy, but Dionysus is pretty sure he's gay.

He approaches the cabin quickly, and he watches the camper's part to let him walk through. It's easy to anger a god, but it's not easy to soothe that anger.

Dionysus swings the door open and pauses. He doesn't know why he was so shocked, but he supposes it was just the confirmation that stopped him.

There were only three beds in the rather large cabin, so he found yours with ease. There was you, lip locked, with Connor Stoll. He felt his veins light with rage as the two of you jumped apart.

Connor's hand was still on your thigh, and yours on his arm.

"Hands off," he grumbled, swatting at his arm. Connor pulled back as if he'd slapped him.

"Papa!" you cried, jumping up. He didn't touch you, but he held out his arm and you understood. Quietly, you took a step back, staring at the floorboards.

He turned back to Connor, staring at him with wide brown eyes. He raised a finger to jab in his chest.

"Listen, Stoll, because I'm not going to repeat myself," he leaned back, gesturing to the space between you and him. Connor nodded shakily.

"Yes, Mr. D," he stuttered out, glancing over to you.

"Ah, ah, ah. No, eyes on me," Connor's eyes flit to him.

"If you even look at her again, I will make sure you and your future kids regret it for the rest of your small mortal lives. Understood?"

"Yes," he repeated, struggling to make eye contact.

"Good," Dionysus said and then he points to the door, "now get out."

Connor does, only after pausing at the door. He doesn't look back though, and Dionysus turns to you.

He sighs when he sees your tears, and you sniffle softly. "Y/N," he calls gently, raising his hand to wipe at your tears. You turn your head, and his hand brushes your shoulder instead.

You wouldn't dare say anything, so that meant it was all up to him.

"You know I'm doing this for you. Connor...he's just, not the right fit--"

"I loved him though!" you shouted, hiding your face in your hands, "he made me really happy, Papa, and you ruined it!" You sobbed, loud and noisy, and it reminded him of when you were young and wailed over things such as scraped knees.

"You're still young," he tries to reason, "there will be others!"

"Not like Connor," you say, "and besides, I doubt you'd approve of them either."

He pauses at that, hand hovering midair. He never knew what to do to please you anymore. You'd moved away, grown more distant, since your childhood. You'd grown up. He hadn't changed, you had.

Maybe he had to change with you.

His hand grabbed your wrists and pulled them from your face. Then, he wiped at the tears on your cheeks and pulled you close. You fought at first, but melted into the touch once he rested his hand on the small of your back.

"I just want you safe, you know that, right?" he whispered, like it was a secret.

Slowly, you nodded.

"I mean it, Y/N. I love you, and your brothers a lot."

Still, you weren't satisfied.

"And," he said, taking in a deep breath, "if Connor makes you happy then...you can pursue him further."

You jumped back, a grin on your face. "Really?" you asked, a small hint of doubt in your tone.

He sighed, "yes, really."

You threw your arms around him. "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Dionysus ran a hand through his hair. "Mhm, yeah, whatever.

You pull back again, your wide grin softening into a shy smile.

"Papa, I can handle myself. I mean it. Thank you."

Finally, a smile makes its way onto his features too.

"Yeah, you're welcome."

[nikolais-eyepatch]

Ofc I can give more plot to it! Okay so yan!Toman!Mikey & reader have known each other for a couple years (like 2-3 years) and they've become good friends but Mikey ends up falling for reader who's a little tomboyish, and reader kind of likes him back, but reader likes someone else even more and Mikey gets a little jealous or something along those lines, and maybe he & the other person start fighting over reader? Is this enough information that you could use, and thank you!

i...ILL START WRITTING RIGHT AWAY -

Manjiro Sano had always liked you. Maybe it was the way people thought you were weird but the second you had a single conversation with them you'd be left with his favourite grin. Maybe it was the fact you approached him first. Or the fact that he slowly discovered that you both were a teeny bit misunderstood. Or maybe the fact that after a few years your still by his side.

He loves that. He loves you. He loves you so much, he even let's you call him by his real name m-

"-Manjiro! Are you even listenting?" You exclaim shaking your hands infront of his face to get his attention.

his attention is now on you. Why wouldn't it be?

"Like I was saying earlier! Guess what! I got asked out on a date by (insert name)! the guy I was talking about!" You explain excitingly as you even use your hands to show the emphasis.

His gaze immediately darkens, he was totally expecting you to talk about anything interesting like a new episode of that new action manga, or even a new rematch on your favourite sports team, but this?

You await his response and the only thing you get is a small hum of acknowledgement and a small 'oh really?'

You state at him confused, you didn't expect him to be over the top but this was a little too...it just slightly weirded you out..

You nod vigorously as you say " yeah he actually asked me out on a date- I'm happy, that one of the guys I have a crush on asked me-"

"One of the guys? There's more?" He interrupts you as he meets your gaze. And you notice his eyes are empty just a pitch blackness.

" Mhm! There's two, he's one of them...but the other- ah! But it doesn't matter! " you say as you feel a light blush as you talk about the other crush and dismiss it...

see you've never told manjiro about the other crush because- it's him! It's manjiro sano! He doesn't like you...plus your options are open!

Manjiro mouth opens then shuts; as if on time your phone goes off-perfect! Now you don't have to explain yourself!

You check the icon and it's (insert name)! You instantly smile as you don't look up from your phone but say

"oops! I gotta go, manjiro! It's my mom! Love you! byeee! ♡ " You say happily as you get off from the steps of the stairs you and him were sitting on hanging out as you wave a goodbye to him then turn back around and call (insert name)! This was the best!

What you don't see is manjiro looking at the back of your body as your figure gets smaller, and smaller, and smaller...

Fuck it, that kids going to be lucky if he even has a face left. He thinks as his knuckles are now all pale, something you didn't notice from the second you started talking about that kid...yeah your dates tomorow huh? Guess he needs to tell ken-chin to cancel the toman meeting tonight. He needs you, now.

"-and then he leaves me like that! He fucking ghosted me! " you say pissed as you lay on Manjiros lap sideways with your gaze looking at the wall rather that him, not that he minded since he kept in gently playing with your hair, getting out knots gently.

"That's so rude of him, sounds like an asshole...you should stay away from him." He says; you have to double check as you now pay on your back in with your head still on his lap but looking up at him with a slight confusion

"Ah! I mean he left you like that, right (name)! So he could do that again..I'm a guy I know what other guys are thinking. So stay away, kay? ♡ " he says with a sickeningly sweet smile as he looks down at you and plays with you're hair.

He then cups your face then slightly squezes it making your lips go plump then he just observes with a now blank look then toys with your bottom lip then smiles again as his hands are now resting on your hands instead.

"...manjiro your so weird." You mumble out slightly blushing at the contact.

"Your weirder then." He remarks with a small smile

" course I am. " you reply as you close your eyes, relaxing them. Not bothering to even to even care about the fact that your in his lap

Your met with silence and shuffling and you feel your head being lifted for a second and you flutter open your eyes as your met with his eyes. But your also met with a sudden softness on your lips as you open your eyes.

You realize something; he's kissing you so you then shut your eyes and kiss him back as you lay back into his lap relaxing yourself as you hold one of his hands, meanwhile the other is on his cheek as you slightly feel him adjusting himself so he can kiss you deeper.

After lips shuffling against each other you have no idea how but now manjiros pinning you on his bed as he starts kissing you deeper, and deeper, and deeper. He can't get enough of you ♡ !!

Eventually as you both pull back panting you soon your eyes and see a string of saliva connecting you two and you blush as you watch him wipe it away with his sleeve then kisses you again- this one being more short due to the fact you two haven't recovered yet from the make our session.

"You know." He interrupts as he gives you a peck on your lips . "You're" a peck on your nose "all" another kiss on your cheek "mine" another kiss on the other cheek.

"you always have been and will be, you don't have a choice. " he says as he pulls back slightly and then immediately kisses you enjoying every second of it as he puts both hands on your cheek meanwhile your kissing him back with arms around his neck.

Maybe your feeling a little heartbroken about your date, he ghosted you. Maybe this is all because you feel upset...who knows? Manjiros right, he was probably playing with your feelings.

You quickly dismiss those thoughts as you kiss him then you move your head to the side and try and catch your breath and you stare up at manjiro; his lips are red, his cheeks are all red too, yours are too.

"Don't worry about that other guy, he's taken care of, kay ♡ ? Your mine now. All mine. So don't worry your pretty head about him at all. He's gone. I'm sure. " He says suddenly as his gaze darkens and he becomes scary, every thing about him screams danger

Your about to question him again as he kissed you again- a bit more roughly as if he wants to own you this time you notice.

when you keep on trying to question him he shuts you up with a kiss.

He said he's taken care of that asshole, don't worry about it. You only need him right? I mean you kissed him back so- so of course you do! He needs you so bad. so so so so so so so bad- fuck at this point he can't wait til he's going to claim all of you- he's dead serious. the things you make him do...he loves you! ♡

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Epilogue: Next Christmas

Three-hundred and sixty-five days go by...will Loki return?

**MASTERLIST HERE** Pairing: Soft!Dom!Loki x F!Reader Content Warnings: smut, extensive mentions of death, euthanasia, and death-related philosophy, some dark content (though the characters won't be), exile, moodiness, smut, kinks of various flavors (look for specific chapter warnings), trauma and mental illness, reader is a captive, reader has a body count

“You let them drink?” you moaned, rolling your eyes at Brunnhilde, who was already barely capable of figuring out how to use a bar stool, swiveling unstably left and right as you confronted her with only partial seriousness. “You do realize most of them are still young girls, right?”

“Oh, shove off, it’s New Year’s!” she replied, swigging from a silver stein in front of her. “Plus, I know you don't get Asgardian biology, but our livers are a good degree better than humans. I’m sure the girls are fine.”

“Uh, Dagmar just puked on her horse,” you continued. “Hilds, I was so optimistic when I started the New Valks with you, and now it looks like I already have to start an AA.” 

The King dismissed this with an awkward hand wave. “Oh, Dag’s never been the best rider.”

You grunted. “She wasn’t riding him. She was…trying to milk him.”

“Y’know, I miss the quieter, more frightened you sometimes,” Brunnhilde mumbled, finishing her drink and slamming it on the table.  

“No you don’t,” you said, tapping your finger on the bar and looking at the clock again. 11:32pm. Loki had 28 minutes left to make his deadline. 

It wasn’t as if you expected him to come barreling back at 12:01 the previous night, but, of course, a part of you hoped that he was so maddened with desire to be back in your arms that he couldn’t wait until the last minute. Every minute that passed that day made your heart drop a little more in your chest. 

“I meant what I said the other day,” said Brunnhilde, “If he flakes, he’s banned from New Asgard forever.” 

“I told you not to go that far,” you scoffed. “There will be no regrets, no matter what happens…aside from maybe regretting allowing our recruits to be teenagers.” 

Establishing the New Valkyries was no easy task. After a month of recruitment and bribery, you were only able to assemble seven young women, all under the human equivalent of twenty-two years old. Apparently, the Valkyries had a bit of a reputation not unlike a motorcycle gang, and some of the residents thought they were going to be more trouble than they were worth. 

Sometimes, you agreed with them. 

The “New Valks” all had great hearts and courage, but when the King procured horses for them, and it took the better part of a month just teaching them how to ride, you began to realize the two of you were in over your heads, just a little. Still, some slow progress had been made over the year, and by the time Christmas rolled around again, at least four of them could wield a broadsword without pulling a muscle. 

Brunnhilde pounded on the bar with her fist, and the bartender at the other end of the counter immediately drew a rune in her direction, instantly refilling her stein. 

“If you want to go out there now, I can tell the girls to cut it out and go home,” she sighed. “Killjoy,” she added with a murmur. 

Twisting your lip, you felt a small pebble of fear roll around in your stomach. “You’d have thought he’d be here by now.”

“That god always liked to make an entrance,” the King explained. “You should have seen the ‘worship me’ shit he pulled at Ragnarok. I’m not surprised he’s planning to make his grand return at 11:59.” 

“You think he’ll show up?” you asked hopefully. 

Your best friend shrugged. “Who's to say? I guess I’d rather put up with His Heinie-ness lurking about if it makes you happy.” 

You looked at the clock one more time. Only four minutes had passed. 

“Yeah, I can’t wait any longer,” you admitted. “Tell Dag she’s got stable duty tomorrow, hangover or no. She needs to learn some self control already.” 

“Will do, Cap.” Brunnhilde nodded and raised her stein in a mock toast. “Good luck, Y/N.” 

The night was crisp, the air clear, a gentle snow falling from a browned-over sky absorbing the ambient noise from the village. You still preferred a warm, gentle summer shower, but this kind of winter’s night had its own stillness, its own kind of petrichor that made you feel at home. 

The year had rewarded you well, even though it wasn’t exactly easy. The New Valks, ragtag as they were, looked up to you, and knowing that you belonged somewhere, with friends to seek out and people who depended on you in spite of your terrible gifts…it was home. You were happy. 

Katja was beginning to fade, and you especially could sense it. She was still around, but her energy was lower than it had been the last year, and you had the solemn feeling she would be reuniting with Ivar in the coming months. You were thankful, however, that her expiring seemed to be rolling in like a peaceful evening wave, which meant you likely wouldn’t have to visit her bedside to send her off as you had with Ivar. You still hoped you would never need to do that again. 

S.H.I.E.L.D. was good on their word to leave you and New Asgard be, as was the Flock. Last February, you mysteriously found a large delivery of flowers, fruits, and candy in the town square, along with a single Bible addressed to you specifically. Brunnhilde concluded this was their odd way of thanking you for sparing their ‘queen,’ and that the truce was solidified. The Bible made good kindling for your fireplace, but the children of the village appreciated the treats (after you and Brunnhilde made sure they were safe, of course, and they were). 

You made your way up the hill with just under ten minutes until midnight. Looking back to the faint glow of New Asgard down at the shore, you smiled. 

Even if you found something better out there, Loki, so did I, you thought. We both won your wager in the end. 

However, you knew that if he missed his deadline, you’d still go back to your cabin (indoor toilet included) and weep for days. You craved Loki more and more with each hour. Your braid, still tightly tucked behind your ear after a year of careful maintenance, only provided so much. As he’d warned, it was only a projection of Loki not unlike the ones you’d seen in Star Wars. 

Of course, you’d still kept it out for hours the many, many nights you were alone in bed, with only your hand for lustful company. However, you never brought it out around another person. Loki, even as a simple image, was yours and yours alone to cherish and admire. 

The daisy he’d woven into your hair had remained fresh and full all year long thanks to the magic embedded within it, and it hadn’t begun to fade until Loki’s birthday several weeks ago: December 17th. After then, it was as if the flower was a countdown clock, the petals had begun peeling away, once a night, at exactly midnight. Tonight, a single petal remained in your braid, and it was hanging on by a single fiber to the rest of the stem. 

Your breath formed curling tendrils in front of your face, perfectly resembling the death energy that lay beneath your skin, dormant nearly all the time, only ever used in defense as a nuclear option. But you no longer saw yourself as a beast meant to be locked away. The Universe itself seemed to have bestowed its greatest, most constant power onto you, and however that happened when you were young,it was finally a part of you that you were willing to embrace. 

You took a deep breath. You didn’t have a watch with you, but you knew you only had a few moments left. Each one that passed without any indication of a spacecraft landing made your heart sink a little lower. 

Loki, if you really are planning to make a last-second entrance, I may actually kill you, you grumped from within. 

Then, the ten-second countdown to the new year began. You could tell from the collective swelling of cheers and counting from New Asgard below. You held your breath and looked to the skies. 

10…9…8… C’mon, love…

7…6… Nothing. No lights, sounds,or deep, sexy voices. 

5…4…3… Goddamn it, Loki…

2… A tear pricked the corner of your eye. 

1! Happy New Year! There it was. 

The last petal fell from your hair and slowly floated down toward the pile of snow at your feet that you’d nervously been kicking up as you waited. Biting your lip, you wish you had more alcohol, and you decided before sinking into a sad cry, a few dozen beers would numb the fresh heartbreak to start off the year. 

What was so damn great about space that was more attractive than you, anyway? Was there some three-titted space whore he’d latched on to? 

I suppose I could go out there myself and try to find him…and to kill that three-breasted alien slut who kept him from coming back! 

Then, you heard four words calling to you from the bottom of the hill. Four words in a deep, sexy voice. Four words that you’d been waiting three-hundred and sixty-five days to hear:

“Sorry I’m late, love.” 

At last.

Your mind was racing, son your feet spoke up for the rest of your body, turning and practically throwing yourself down the hill into Loki's extended arms. The impact of you against his chest threw Loki over his heels and back into the snowdrift, where you pinned him down at the shoulders. Tasting his cool, delicious lips after an entire year suddenly felt like not a moment had passed at all.

Loki returned your passionate kiss by wrapping his arms around you and holding you fast to him. You were covered in his safety, his fulfilled promise, with a renewed sense of love that neither of you had felt in a long time, but that you could now share with one another for eternity.

You never felt more alive.

The END The Beginning

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A Friend In Need (Ambiguous Alien) [M/?]

Featured Characters: Male human and an alien of ambiguous sex/gender. Both are adults.

Description: Gaige is concerned when his workaholic friend and coworker Syren fails to show up for multiple days. He goes to their quarters to demand answers, discovering a needy alien with an unintentionally self-inflicted backup of eggs that they just can’t seem to release on their own. Luckily, Syren’s problem can be solved with a little hands-on lesson in Nynryll anatomy.

Contains: Ambiguous Alien Genitalia, Ovipositor, Egg-Laying, Fingering, Oral Sex, Penetrative Sex, Multiple Orgasms.

Completion Date: January 22nd, 2023

Word Count: 3862

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Gaige had not experienced true concern for a long time. In all of the years that he had worked at the repair station, Syren never missed a single shift. So it was strange enough that his work partner had failed to be there for three consecutive days.

Syren was good at their job, easily one of the best. An elite in that neck of the star system. If anyone at the station was dealing with a particularly troublesome craft, they would be the one to come along and know the exact course of action. It was almost scary sometimes. Annoying at others.

They were a talented, devoted mechanic and quick to snatch up any overtime. But there was such a thing as being too married to a job and Gaige figured that Syren was finally paying the price. A little sickness might inspire them to slow down.

That was until he was approached by his boss on day three and told that Syren would be on sick leave for the next little while. Sarah couldn’t give any details other than that they would be leaving for Nynryllad in the morning. Gaige felt his stomach drop then; whatever this was, it was bad enough that Syren was going home.

There was no way that Gaige was letting them go without answers. Without at least seeing them. Not when they could die of whatever illness they had on their homeworld and never return. His heart took up an anxious rhythm as he walked to the worker’s quarters after his shift.

Gaige blew past the entrance to his own room and stopped at Syren’s a few doors down. He was instantly knocking on the cool metal. There was no answer for long enough that an image of Syren splayed unconscious on the floor sprang to mind. But the door finally slid open, revealing the tall alien with a slightly pain-pinched face.

They leaned with one hand on the door frame; not with their whole weight, but certainly bracing themself. Their amber, feline eyes lightened somewhat.

“Hm…room service?” Syren said far too casually. They were shirtless, sweat dotting their neck and chest.

“Syren, what is going on?” Gaige pleaded, severely not in the mood.

“I guess I should have expected you. Come in?” Syren offered, gesturing back into the room with a tilt of their head.

Gaige followed them inside. He paused just inside the door, watching Syren make their way to the bed. Their pace was slow and they moved while curled slightly over their abdomen; which looked noticeably swollen when they turned to sit on the edge of the mattress.

“Are you hurt?” Gaige asked.

Syren huffed. “Just my pride.”

“Please, I’m just trying to understand. Sarah said you’re taking sick leave. What for? How bad is this?”

“It’s nothing to get yourself all twisted over,” Syren said with a dismissive wave of their four-fingered hand. “I’m just going for a routine procedure.”

“Proce—surgery?” Gaige’s shoulders sagged. “That sounds exactly like something to get ‘twisted’ over.”

“Routine surgery. Just…embarrassing that it’s come to it.”

“What do you mean?”

“I…need to get my eggs removed.”

“Eggs.” Gaige blinked. “You’re pregnant? Who—?”

Syren chuckled. “You know, asshole, I have offered to explain the anatomy of my species to you before. No. No, I’m not pregnant. Nynryll bodies make unfertilized eggs that need to come out at the end of the month whether to make kits or not and it kind of slipped my mind. I’m dealing with a two-month backup and…coaxing them out myself is impossible at this point.”

It was a lot of information for Gaige to process and his face heated once he came to its conclusion.

“By ‘coaxing’,” he began. Syren looked him in the eye and he suddenly had to clear his throat. “You mean…?”

“Jerking off,” Syren supplied plainly.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, ‘oh’. Or lack thereof in this case.”

The silence was unbearable.

“So…you can’t get yourself off. That’s the problem?” Gaige finally asked.

Syren nodded. “Because of the backup, everything’s too sensitive. I get weak just from touching myself and have to stop before I get there…hence the surgery.”

Gaige stared at Syren, initially surprised at how openly they spoke of their…personal sessions. But the way their legs shifted didn’t escape his notice. Or the way their hands kept absently tracing over their upper thighs, drawing back from travelling between them as if suddenly remembering that Gaige was there.

It hit him at once was Syren was experiencing. Discomfort, but also something else undeniable. They were horny. He could only imagine; unintentionally edging themself for days trying to get rid of those eggs. An endless loop of unsatisfied desperation. Something stirred inside Gaige and a question burst out of him before he could think about stopping it.

“What if you had help?”

“Maybe. But I don’t have a partner,” Syren said. “On the station or elsewhere. And I doubt anyone here would be willing to—.”

“Me,” Gaige interjected. “What if, uh, what if I helped you?”

One of Syren’s long ears twitched. “You’d do that?”

“I…yeah, I would. So long as you’ll have me,” Gaige said.

Syren sat back on their hands, looking intrigued. They seemed to study the human before them and turn over his proposition in their head. Gaige’s eyes roamed their lithe, grey-toned body and his heart began to pound as exactly what he had just offered sunk in.

He had never thought about Syren this way until that moment, but their stark need was unquestionably exciting him. A desire to touch, explore, and help outmatched any reservations. Whether it was the fact that he hadn’t seen any action for a while or something else entirely, he silently begged them to want him for this.

A smile spread over Syren’s features.

“Worth a shot. Better with someone cute, but you’ll do,” they teased.

“Watch your mouth or I’m out of here,” Gaige warned, relaxing with an easy grin.

“Put yours to use and I won’t kick you out,” Syren said, their hands going to their waistband.

They removed their thin, loose-fitting pants and tossed them to the foot of their bed. Half-lidded, burning ember eyes met Gaige’s as their legs spread invitingly. After only a moment’s hesitation, he closed the short distance to kneel on the floor between them. His hands lighted on Syren’s thighs and he drank in the enticing sight before him.

Gaige knew one thing about the Nynryll. They were all the same sex, each possessing both breeding capabilities. He just hadn’t thought to any length what that might entail. It wasn’t as if the alien’s junk had ever been a consideration before. But now, he was face to face with it.

Syren had a grey, hairless slit, but there was also a sheath at the top of it; a ring of flesh surrounding the tip of what was likely their ovipositor. The round bud throbbed hard and fast, clear fluid glistening in the tight space between it and the inner edge of the sheath. The pulse of it was mesmerizing, seemingly the epicentre of the waves of erotic twitching visibly travelling through their pussy.

“It’s been doing that for days,” Syren said. “Can’t exactly come into work with that…distraction.” Their legs spread a bit further as they heaved a heavy sigh. “Fuck, I need this.”

A bead of slick escaped the sheath and dripped down over Syren’s slit. Gaige swallowed and leaned in to catch it with his tongue, tracing back over its path. The reaction was instant. Syren jolted, a quavering keen escaping them.

Gaige jerked away. “Sorry! Was that too—?”

A trembling hand descended onto the back of his head, digging into his hair and pulling him back towards them.

“Keep going…I’m fine,” Syren said. Their voice was breathy and bordering on frantic. They jutted their hips forward, legs shaking.

Gaige nodded and delved back in. He built up slowly, mindful of how overly-sensitive Syren already was. But he couldn’t stop himself for long from getting greedy; the scent and sheer heat they were giving off drove him to it. He mouthed and sucked at their folds, lapping through suddenly excessive fluids that leaked down his chin.

Syren moaned as Gaige all but devoured their pussy. The hand gripping his hair fell away to rest limply on the nape of his neck. He stayed close and buried his face into soft, wet flesh. His tongue found the tip of Syren’s ovipositor, sliding shallowly into the sheath as he swirled around it.

“There…there…more,” Syren encouraged, panting and tremulous.

Gaige obliged, closing his lips around the rapidly throbbing tip and instantly feeling more slick flooding into his mouth from the sheath. He groaned. Syren’s body was so responsive and he loved it.

Not pausing his mouthy affections, Gaige brought two fingers to Syren’s pussy. He prodded the folds until he found their dripping hole. It took him with ease. He found a pulsating, engorged-feeling bulb inside as he bottomed out to the knuckles. Whatever it was, Syren jolted and cried out the second he touched it. Aiming for it, he began to pump his fingers in and out.

The walls surrounding him were hot, squeezing with every inward thrust of his wrist. Warm fluid ran in rivulets down his arm. His arousal rose with Syren’s moans. He could feel his cock pressing insistently against his pants, seeking that incredible hole that his fingers were hogging. Thoughts of feeling it wrapped around his dick made his heart skip. Would Syren let him go that far?

Suddenly, Gaige felt resistance against his tongue. Syren snagged his hair and pulled him away. He hissed but watched in awe as Syren’s ovipositor began to quickly rise from their sheath. It was dark, ridged and bulbous in places. There was a vertical slit towards the base of the pointed head rather than the tip. The entire length was shiny and dripping as it strained fully erect into the air.

Gaige looked up at Syren. Their eyes were glazed, mouth open as they breathed heavily. He spied a single line of drool that had escaped down their face. They listed to the left, propped up only on a shaky arm. Any moment and they could topple completely.

Syren bit their lower lip. “Come on…suck it.”

That Gaige could do. Gladly. He worked his way from base to tip, slowly licking each bulge and ridge. Syren’s legs were quaking. They panted and moaned, their voice cracking to higher pitches. Gaige found their ovipositor’s slit and slid his tongue almost entirely into the surprisingly yielding passage. He stroked them with his hand as he explored, lapping inside the hole.

“Fuck…fuuuck,” Syren cursed, bliss heavy in their tone.

They all but wailed as Gaige closed his lips around their head and brought them into his mouth. The desperate sound spurred him on and he bobbed his head to take them deeper. A weak hand wove into his hair once more as he began to move.

Gaige’s tongue dragged over the line of bumps on the underside of Syren’s ovipositor. It throbbed intensely, leaking down his throat. His nose came close to being buried in their groin with each plunge and a heady musk filled his senses. The scent went straight to his cock, half-hard despite neglect. He was reaching to palm it over his pants when Syren spoke frantically.

“Shit, I’m close! Get off. Don’t ch—oh! Choke,” they said, breathless as they ineffectually tried to pull him off of them.

Gaige heeded the warning and moved back. He replaced his mouth and throat with his hand, vigorously stroking the burning shaft. Syren finally fell back. Their fingers grasped the sheets as they arched. Moans tumbled ceaselessly from them, the only intelligible word being ‘Please’ in near-constant repetition.

Syren’s ovipositor suddenly thickened in Gaige’s palm and the dripping slit gaped open. He saw and felt a line of round shapes working their way up the shaft. Syren cried out, their hips bucking off the mattress as a flood of slick heralded a bright orange, jelly-like orb exiting them. They fucked Gaige’s fist as it was followed by three more.

The eggs thudded to the floor. They were roughly the size of golf balls; no wonder it took so much to pass them. Syren’s body dropped and they lay quietly catching their breath.

Gaige swallowed. “Was that all of them?”

“N-no,” Syren said. “There’s more. I can feel them.”

Rising from aching knees, Gaige stood over Syren. They had their arm thrown over their eyes as their chest heaved. Their ovipositor still stood, its pulse refusing to lessen. Gaige’s hand strayed to his cock.

“Can I fuck you this time?” he asked.

Syren slowly moved their arm, amber eyes gliding into view. They sat up and gave him an impish grin.

“Can’t just be altruistic, can you?” they said. “Not when your dick suffers for it.”

“Is that a turn-off?”

“Hardly.”

Syren turned around, going to all fours. They raised their tail to arch over their back and exposed their pussy. Their ovipositor hung between their legs. Slick dripped in a thin, clear line from their tip to the mattress.

“You’ve more than earned this,” Syren said.

Heart in his throat, Gaige made swift work of removing his shirt and pants. He started to stroke himself to full hardness, his free hand reaching out and groping the soft flesh of Syren’s ass. Their pussy drooled and twitched under his constant gaze, intensely alluring in its silent but evident begging to be fucked.

Gaige’s cock was stiff under his palm in mere moments. He bit back a moan as he guided himself to Syren’s waiting slit, pausing only because the more responsible side of him suddenly shrieked in his mind.

“Do I need…could I get you…?” he asked, more than mildly distracted with the sensitive head of his dick resting on warm, fluttering folds.

Syren managed to grasp what he was asking and shook their head.

“No eggs there for you to get to. I doubt our species’ are compatible anyway,” they reassured. They rolled their hips back invitingly. “And I…I want you raw…do it.”

That was all Gaige needed to hear. He slowly pushed into Syren and bottomed out with ease. It was like silk, soft and inviting. But they were sweltering inside. Gaige could almost sense the deep, needy ache in the walls that were instantly seizing his cock. He could feel slick dripping down his balls as he fully pressed against their backside.

“Shit,” he gasped, breath stuttering as he pulled back.

He made it halfway before being compelled to re-enter; Syren’s greedy pussy practically sucked him in. It clenched around him again and he couldn’t wait to feel it milk him dry. Syren moaned as his hips began to slowly move.

Gaige kept an easy pace, his eyes fixed on the sight of his cock being swallowed up. It was being taken so well. He glided in and out of that unreal hole, his shaft glistening with excessive fluid. The thought that he may not last very long became a concern in his mind—albeit a distant one addled by the desire to cum inside his friend.

Syren panted, their heavy breaths mixing with low whimpers and curses. Their long, quivering tail dropped. It came to rest on one of Gaige’s shoulders, sitting heavily across the back of his neck to touch the other. The tip lightly caressed over the pulse point in his neck before settling.

After just a few more leisurely passes, Syren’s voice took on a more impatient note. They rocked back into Gaige and interrupted his rhythm.

“Harder,” they said. “Harder! I’m not fucking glass!”

Wordlessly obeying, Gaige grabbed their hips and thrust more forcefully. He snapped forward to hit them as deeply as possible. It earned him a series of loud, thankful cries.

“Aaah, yes! Wreck me!”

Gaige moved faster. The dark slate flesh of Syren’s ass bounced and rippled as he collided with it. Slick spilled out around his dick, soaking his groin and leaking down his thighs. He recklessly plunged. Pleasure surged through his every throbbing inch and his unabashed moans rose to meet Syren’s.

“Amazing,” he slurred, fingers digging into heated flesh. He couldn’t remember pussy ever being this good before. It felt conformed to his shape; gripping his cock in a constant, frantic, pulsating squeeze. The supple walls all but burned along his length. “You’re on fire.”

“N-need a big load to put me out,” Syren said, their words wobbling as their body was rocked. “Ngh…how are you s-so thick? Fuck…fuuuck!”

Sweat crawled down Gaige’s face and his heart nearly pounded out of his chest. He wasn’t sure if he could keep up that pace for long. But for the time being, his hips felt puppeted; driving his dick tirelessly.

Syren dropped onto their elbows and their hands scrambled at the sheets. They whined in unstable and cut-off spurts. It came to a head with a single, loud cry.

Gaige stilled deep inside to feel every second of them cumming. Their pussy clenched more rhythmically, clenching in a pattern that ran up his shaft to his tip. A few more heavy plops against the mattress and floor signaled another set of eggs. The wet orbs rolled and came to a stop around his feet.

Syren unexpectedly moved, pulling off of Gaige with a lewd, wet noise. Were they done? While he would stop if they were, his cock still protested, raging and twitching in the open air. His own hand definitely wasn’t going to cut it after that.

“Lay down,” Syren said, reaching out and patting the mattress. “Can’t…can’t have you doing everything.”

Gaige huffed a breath, partially in relief but mostly with incredulity.

“Workaholic,” he said.

“Down,” Syren insisted. “Before you throw out that fragile human back fucking me like a wild animal.”

“Okay, okay.” He gently nudged Syren as he lay down. “You did ask for it though.”

Syren crawled up, hovering over him and fixing their piercing amber eyes on him. They lowered their sopping slit to Gaige’s dick, rocking their hips to rub their folds along his shaft. He watched the fluid motion and shivered as precum leaked onto his stomach.

“I can feel how hard you’re throbbing,” Syren said, chuckling lowly when he groaned. “You were close, weren’t you?”

Gaige cleared his throat. “Y-yeah.”

“Better not leave you hanging, then.”

Syren took Gaige’s cock in their hand and lined him back up with their hole. They sunk down, sighing shakily as they were filled again. After only a moment, they were moving. It was a far cry from the desperate fucking Gaige had just given them; a slow grind on his dick. But it felt just as good. Almost better.

“Mm, shit,” Syren breathed, their straining ovipositor waving with their movements. “So deep.”

Gaige looked up at them and his breath suddenly felt stolen. He watched the way their body moved, undulating in a sensual dance above him. Their impish mouth was cracked slightly as their breaths panted and caught on sweet, little moans. Haloed by the soft lights in the room, their head tossed back slightly to expose their long, kissable neck.

Syren’s thighs shook and Gaige set gentle hands on them.

“You’re…beautiful,” he said.

Time seemed to stop. Syren paused, whipping a wide gaze down to him. There was silence broken only the racing beat of Gaige’s pulse in his ears. Why did he say that? He let out a breath as Syren’s face melted back into that familiar smirk and their fingers lighted on the backs of his hands. Their pussy squeezed around him and they resumed their motion.

“D-don’t get sappy on me now,” they said.

Any rebuttal Gaige had was dashed by tongue-tying pleasure as he was ridden. He laid back, lost in the languid roll of Syren’s hips. Their hands left his and found his chest. They ran over fevered, sweaty skin; squeezing his pecs and teasing his nipples.

Gaige’s breath grew labored, littered with moans. Near-constantly buried to the hilt, his cock pounded. Every however minute stroke of Syren’s tightly-gripping pussy chipped away at his control. Where they connected was a heated, wet mess; each plunge entirely, filthily audible.

Gaige’s head lolled to the side against the pillow as he felt his balls tighten. He couldn’t muster a coherent warning. With rasping cries on his lips, he spent himself. Hot cum pumped out of him and painted the clinging walls. It ran down the sides of his throbbing dick, oozing from Syren’s hole.

Dazed, he registered that Syren had stopped. He caught their gaze as they moved to swipe up some of his release with their fingers. They brought it to their mouth, moaning as they lapped it up.

“So much,” they said, slurred slightly around their extended tongue. “I guess I wasn’t the only pent-up one.”

Gaige reached out with a shaking hand to take Syren’s ovipositor. They gasped as his palm made contact with the hard, aching flesh. He stroked it and they instantly began to profusely leak down their shaft and over his fingers. Their body stayed still, save for ecstatic trembling, but their pussy pulsed with every pass.

“Cum for me again,” Gaige encouraged. “Cum for me, Syren.”

“Gaige…Gaige,” Syren panted, their eyes briefly rolling back.

Just a few more strokes at a quicker pace were their undoing. They cried out as their final four eggs stretched their way from their ovipositor’s slit. Their insides went wild around Gaige’s softening, sensitive cock. He groaned at the sensation, hips giving a feeble buck but settling as Syren’s orgasm tapered and released him from that intense cling.

Gaige grunted as Syren rose off of him. He startled a bit as he felt them laying down at his side and cuddling up to him, but he wrapped an arm around their shoulders all the same. Despite being taller than him, they had situated themself to tuck their head in under his chin.

“Got them all?” he asked.

“We did,” Syren said. “Fucking thank you. I wasn’t looking forward to that bullshit, believe it or not.”

“Well, maybe don’t let it get this bad next time,” Gaige said. He tapped against their soft skin. “Although, if you do…”

“Horny bastard,” Syren admonished, their breath warm on his neck. “But, yeah, I’ll take you up on that…and maybe even outside of those extremes? No strings attached?”

“Oh. Uh, sure. I’d like that…I think.”

Syren laughed, tracing their fingertips down Gaige’s side. “You think?”

“I know.”

“There’s a smart boy.”

The two fell into companionable silence, resting their strained bodies. Just as Gaige thought he might doze off, Syren began to purr. The noise vibrated through their chest into his where it settled warmly next to his heart.

A feeling descended onto him then; desire but situated to the left of seeking casual, physical pleasures. He worked it around in his sluggish mind. Turning it every which way revealed that it was affection—deep affection for his…friend. Syren snuggled further into him and they just fit. Like a piece slotting comfortably into place.

Oh, shit.

End

Masterlist

[nobody-for-sure]

Language Barrier

If you didn’t pay attention to the interludes, they’re going to start tying in now. Also, if you have yet to read the story’s important notes (I don’t know why you wouldn’t have, since I’ve already asked on a previous chapter as well as the masterlist), it’s never too late to correct a mistake. It’s been semi-updated recently as well, so another quick reread/skim is never a bad idea.

Chapter 14

(~3.2k words, see chapter list here)

You didn't expect this.

Maybe you should have. But by all accounts, your life has always been... pretty average. Things happened. People came and went. You were there, but not really. Sometimes, you seemed to be an outside observer of your own life, just watching things happen with no control over them. Sometimes, nothing felt right. You were the sort of person who wouldn't mind getting isekai'd, because you didn't have a ton of attachments to your world... at least, that's what you always told yourself.

So then why are you crying?

You lift a hand to your tear-stained cheek as your companions snooze away nearby. The sky is getting lighter, but the sun has not yet broken over the horizon as you rise from your borrowed sleeping bag and take a few steps away from the camp. You take a seat on the riverbank, watching the water lap gently against the shore.

There's no 'if's, 'and's, or 'but's about it: you're homesick.

You had a dream again. Like before, you can't remember all of it, but you cling to fragments, trying to piece them together.

You were back home again... though the word 'home' feels funny on your tongue, as if it's not quite right. You remember a bunch of people: friends and loved ones of yours. You can't recall if they were gathered for a specific event or purpose, or if they were just all there by coincidence because that's how dreams work. Nor can you recollect what anyone said to you, which leaves you the most ill at ease, because you have a feeling it was something important.

Even Autumn was there. You don't know what Autumn looks like in real life, but your dream had assigned them a random figure, and you knew instinctively who they were. Who else could it be? They gave you a sad smile from across the room as the others were talking, and it haunts you. Why are you sad, my friend? Why am I?

Answers. Liyue will have answers. It has to.

Your first encounter with slimes happens around mid-morning. You haven't quite reached the Stone Gate outpost when you pass a rich vein of Cor Lapis, and out pop several small geo slimes.

They're cute, just as you expected. Not quite as cute as the official art made them out to be, but very small and squishy. Very... squeezable.

You want to hug one.

Luck must be on your side, because the slimes start bouncing directly toward you. Your companions ready their weapons, and Noelle moves to shield you. She succeeds in blocking most of them, but one of them slips past her and bumps against your leg.

"Ouch!" It wasn't a hard bump by any means, but even without the thick armor of a larger geo slime, the little rock-horns on its head are sharp enough to scrape your leg. The slime seems a little surprised as well, and nudges against your leg more gently. Aw... that's kind of sweet.

"Xaue kigxm, kxg aue egqu?!" Amber exclaims frantically.

You imagine she's concerned for your welfare, so you wave your hand dismissively. A little scratch is far from what it takes to do you in; but your companions are here to take their escort mission seriously. Fischl twirls her bow with dramatic flair and gestures to Oz. "Ujrgbfu, rxalta enz ymtoc jtg kmtarv kyknz yjtkol uzto rgtxkzk yyktqxgj!"

"Es ymtoc kxg ejgkxrg jkrxalta, toks tokragxl," he responds, swooping up next to Noelle as the outrider and the princess take aim from a short distance. Meanwhile, Bennett rushes over to you, preparing to defend you from the slime currently rubbing against you.

You wave your hands frantically at him. "Wait, no! I think they're friendly!"

He pauses, giving you a searching look. "You... ztuj ztgc us uz qigzzg?" he says, sounding unsure of himself. The others stop to glance at you as well. In response, you lean down to pet the slime. It's got a bit of a dusty texture, like a box that's been in the attic too long, but it's not wholly unpleasant. It's also really...

......really......?

For some reason, your mind feels hazy as you search for the right words. It's...?

You slump to the ground, causing shouts of alarm from your companions. Simultaneously, the slime puffs up, expanding to more than half the width of the walkway and gaining a rocky plate of armor. Amber and Fischl unleash a volley of arrows, and Oz starts firing off bolts of lightning. With a sweep of her claymore, Noelle bats what's left of the smaller slimes into the stream nearby and rushes back to you, inserting herself firmly between you and the still-growing slime. "Kygkrv kbgkr yonz uz ya, xaue kigxm!" Bennett also steps up, his eyes narrowed in fiery determination as his sword starts to glow with pyro.

You clutch your head, too dazed to stop them. What the fuck just happened?

With difficulty, you try to focus as your companions whack away at the giant slime. You're tired... no, not tired. You're weak, like all the strength has left your body. But how? And why? Are you such a weak god that you're so easily bested by a slime of all things?

Nope, you're pretty sure this is the clincher. No way are you a god. Goodbye, cruel world. I hardly knew you.

The fight is over almost as soon as it began. You don't know who deals the final blow (or shot). One second the slime is there, getting battered from all sides; the next, it's gone. You can feel the difference, though. It's like a change in the air. A sudden wave of energy washes over you, and the fog in your head clears abruptly as your strength returns to you.

You feel... fine. Better, in fact, if that's even possible. But your confusion doubles now that you can think clearly again. Did that slime absorb your energy somehow? Did you just absorb energy from a slime?? ...Come to think of it, the game had those elemental particle things... have you charged up your (nonexistent) elemental burst??? Can you-

"Xaue kigxm!" The collective voices of your companions snap you out of your thoughts. Now that the danger has passed, everyone crowds around you anxiously.

"Sorry- I'm fine, thank you... sorry," you repeat. You're not quite sure what you're apologizing for - you didn't manifest the slimes; but you seem to be to blame for making the battle of greater difficulty than necessary, so it feels like the appropriate thing to do.

Bennett translates while rapidly shaking his head, as if disagreeing. "No 'sorry'!" he says when he finishes, obviously trying to use words you'll understand. "'Thank you'... yes; no 'sorry'!" It's awkward phrasing, reminiscent of Razor, but it gets the message across. You give him a small smile.

Amber puts a comforting hand on your shoulder while Noelle kneels and starts digging around in her bag. "Yzgnz znmox, yzo zut xaue zragl, xaue kigxm! Ztuj exxuc zauhg g mtonz, krrkut rroc kbgn aue jknizgv va to ut ksoz!" the outrider says cheerfully. The maid pulls a cloth and a roll of bandages out of her pack and starts dabbing at your leg. Now that your initial shock has worn off, you realize that the slime's horns gouged you a little deeper than you originally thought. You wince as she gently fishes a pebble out of the shallow wound.

All in all, not a great start to your day... and your disappointment that you won't be gaining a slime companion is immeasurable. But as Noelle sets the cloth down and begins diligently wrapping your leg, you realize something good did come of the situation.

The cloth is stained a vibrant gold.

Your mood picks up considerably when you reach Dihua Marsh, and Wangshu Inn looms in the distance. With your destination in sight, the party is rejuvenated, and everyone picks up the pace. Truthfully, it's bigger and even more beautiful than you imagined, especially with the afternoon light hitting it just right - but that's not why you're excited, of course.

"Eh knz egc," Amber ventures as you cross the bridge, "yonz yo erhghuxv g jgh ksoz uz qyg, zah... uj etg lu aue qgkvy kykaeor? O zyap cutq tgoxksay."

"I cutq g zoh," Bennett replies proudly. "Knz yjgj kbgn tkkh mtonigkz me. You xkbkt cutq zgnc kxaue mtoum uz xkztauitk mtoxaj tg kxaztkbjg!" He scratches the back of his head sheepishly. "Na, zgnz jogy... uy xgl yzo erzyus ioygh tuozgyxkbtui jtg rgtuozgazoy llazy zauhg ykosktk, uy so zut kxay cun ralkya zgnz rroc kh."

Fischl gives a closed-mouth laugh that reminds you of an anime villainess, minus the ill intentions. "Xgkl zut, es rgeur yzikphay! Enz jkskkzyk toyykftoxv yo jkztogawig nzoc etgs ykamtuz to xkjxu uz erxkvuxv kzgiotassui nzoc rrg xkn jkzubkj yxkcurrul."

"Knz zygr quuh to xkn kzoxubgl ykoxky ztjoj zkm jkzgrytgxz, uy kny jkojazy kzoaw eryauoigxub uz kky zo uz yzo tuoyaritui."

"Fu!"

Noelle clears her throat. "Errgazig, o uyrg cutq kzoaw g zoh. O ztjrauc um uy xgl yg uz rrgi lrkyes ztkarl, zah o tgi kzgmobgt zyus ytuozgyxkbtui."

"Qtgnz yyktjuum!" Amber breathes a sigh of relief. "O ztjoj cutq zgnc kc kxkc mtoum uz uj xul g kzatos kxknz."

As she speaks, a man hurries down the steps of the inn. Spotting your group, he rushes over, planting himself in front of you in a deep bow. "Xy wy ro varal ax uf ry veai ugruwuvs, veai uryzyh ugovk. Uzub ruuf kryxguscu eai hro veai huquuxwu wuxipago, hro ub hpeab uf huwoups hraiuf uvewouq ax vujja vea upfqel wugyzvuw aw xolx eai xlkyq xwuv iwou kryveh veai wpuzovx."

Blankly, you look to your companions, waiting for one of them to handle it. Fischl steps forward. "Veai ixypoxyswal wy xwaq huxoyguvsso," she says, and is it your imagination, or does she sound slightly less confident than normal? "Vyulx ugovk wxsuggo ilx- veai weavuruk vujja, hro hpealw unyp ax ukpehry ry o pouq hro o wxlkyr xwuv uvajuf iulx hro vyulx ueryxuv ueryxrag vyulx rayxoryvkuvus- iurveam."

"Erkiot ktuj, toks tokragxl," Oz murmurs, and she puffs out her chest a bit, looking pleased.

"Ja uwveag, ja uwveag!" The man rises, sweeping a hand toward the building. "Vuzuxolb vyulx ugovk wuvywuh, jy xy wy rylxyb vea vubas ax uhyzavs, ub ppolw. Uwoups, bappo uq ax balw eai ax ulx vaxozupu." It would seem you're being offered a formal invitation. Fischl's gaze flickers to you, and you dip your head cautiously. She gives him a dignified nod, and Noelle waves you forward when he turns and starts walking. The others fall into step behind you.

When you get to the wooden platform, the man heads left toward the elevator. You pause. It took you forever to get the commissions to fix the stairs, so you're damn proud of them. But if no one's going to use them, what was even the point?

So be it. You'll use them, if no one else will.

You extend a finger in that direction and tip your head to your companions, indicating you want to go that way. They look at each other, shrug, and nod amicably. Everyone changes their course to see the fruits of your (aka the traveler's) labor; but as you reach the bottom step, you notice Bennett hanging back warily. "What is it?"

"Sa... ykxknz no mtorogx tu ktu kjoy," he says, licking his lips nervously. "Zo yquur jtoq lu- I zyap qtonz- zo znmos kh xkzzkh xul me uz kqgz knz xuzgbkrk yonz ksoz, gngn. Sorry." He points apologetically to himself, and then in the direction the other man disappeared. You're confused. He wants to take the elevator? Everyone else looks like they understand his request immediately, though, so you give him a nod.

Fischl falls back as well. "To zgnz kygi, enz toyykftoxv rrgny etgvsuiig aue to knz ztkbk lu... skng... tkkykxulta ykitgzysaixoi." She puts a hand on his shoulder and gives you a wave as the two of them round the corner, disappearing from sight.

Well... alright then. Their actions strike you as a bit strange without further context, but you assume they have their reasons. Even if they're just tired from walking the whole day, that's good enough for you.

You turn back around. Noelle gives you a supportive smile, and Amber gestures eagerly, already climbing the steps. The three of you set a leisurely pace, stopping to lean against the railing and admire the new view every time you round a corner. Mondstadt is no less scenic, but it’s full of rolling hills; Wangshu Inn is perfectly positioned between the flat marsh and the plains, providing a rare and spectacular view of nearly all of Liyue. Amber is enthralled by the floating Statue of the Seven in the distance, pointing and gawking in excitement. Meanwhile, Noelle seems content to simply enjoy the way the sunlight glints off the water as the first autumn leaves flutter past.

...Autumn.

You shake your head. Think about something else. Think about... think about Xiao. The thought spurs you on. Wangshu Inn might be a convenient place to spend the night, but you didn't come all this way to not see the yaksha. In fact, you'd been privately hoping to stop here for that very reason. With renewed vigor, you urge your companions onward, taking the steps two at a time in an effort to leave your less-than-pleasant thoughts behind you.

In no time at all, you reach the landing, and you round the corner without stopping, ignoring the gaping passerby and giving a wave to an unfazed Verr Goldet as you continue up to the second balcony. Your excitement grows with every step. If your friendship level theory is correct - as it seems to be - you should be able to understand Xiao better than anyone else you've encountered so far.

...In fact, being who he was, he'd probably know you were coming, wouldn't he? Do you dare to hope that he might be... waiting for you? You put on a burst of speed, stumbling up the last couple steps. And, sure enough, standing by the overlook waiting for you is-

-no one. But up on the roof-

...also no one.

In your dreams, a voice taunts in your head.

This is just not your day.

You purse your lips, reluctant to give up so quickly. There's still one option. Should I call him?

You don't get time to think about it. Amber and Noelle finish pounding up the last flight of stairs behind you, looking mildly winded from the sudden exertion. "Xaue kigxm-" Noelle starts, but doesn't get any further before Oz swoops over the balcony.

"Toks tokragxl ygn ztky ks uz sxulto aue zgnz knz xuzgbkrk yo qiazy," he says calmly. "Kny yegy, jtg o kzuaw, 'yg jkzikvdk'."

This draws a sigh from both of them. Amber brings a dismayed hand to her forehead. "Qig, kc kxkc zyap zauhg kaj xul mtonzksuy kqor yonz, ztkxkc kc? Zo kxay ztjoj kqgz mtur xul yon jgh qiar uz qioq to kitu kn jkzgxgvky suxl xoknz kigxm."

"Xuuv zzkttkh," Noelle says sympathetically. "Rro zkr knz xkvkkqtto cutq yzgnc jktkvvgn, aue kkxnz um qikni tu sknz." Amber nods and takes your hand. With some disappointment (which you do your best to hide), you allow her to guide you back down the stairs at a brisk pace, with Oz leading the way. This time, you cut straight through the inn and onto the opposite side of the landing, where the elevator and the teleport waypoint are.

Where the elevator should be, anyway.

Amber lets go of your hand and leans over the railing. "Kxg aue yeam znmoxrg?!" she shouts down.

You hear Bennett's awkward laughter as you peer over behind her, and you're alarmed by what you see. The elevator is stalled, dangling halfway between the two platforms. Even further down, the man who greeted you appears to be frantically checking over some sort of pulley system. Immediately, your eyes dart to the rigging at the top. Fortunately, nothing looks like it's about to snap... for now.

"Ztuj exxuc, yonz yo zyap xknzutg egj to knz klor lu tg xkxaztkbjg!" Bennett calls back up. He gives you both a thumbs up through the open doorway, though you notice he's otherwise pressed snuggly into a corner, looking cheerful as ever but not taking any chances. Fischl has made herself comfortable leaning against one of the walls, seeming almost bored with the whole affair. Justifiable, since you can only imagine how many times she's been through something like this. Oz glides back down to join his mistress.

"Ykrrkut mtozzkm knz xkvkkqtto," Amber responds. "So gttum qikni knz mtommox - o qtonz o kky mtonzksuy jkmmgty to kxknz." She gestures for you to stand back near the waypoint before shimmying up a post and beginning to fiddle with something out of your range of sight.

You do as she says, absently running your fingers over the waypoint as you look on uselessly. It's yet another instance where you can do nothing, and you're reminded again of just how much dead weight you are. It's beyond frustrating, and all the more so now that your golden blood has been revealed to you. What you thought would be a blessing is now seeming like a curse in disguise. Being a weak human mistaken for a god is one thing, but being a weak god? Why can't you do anything? Ugh, at least if these teleport points actually worked like they were supposed to, you wouldn't have to bother people with the mundane task of escorting you, if nothing else!

......Actually, wait a minute.

Do the waypoints work like in the game? When you cool your head a bit, you suddenly realize you haven't tried. Excluding the statue at Windrise, you haven't been this near to any until now - at least that you were paying attention to at the time.

You don't have the map, of course, but maybe you can just... think really hard about where you want to go? It's worth a shot. Best case scenario, you wind up exactly where you want to go. Worst case, it only works for the traveler (or as a game mechanic) and nothing happens. Either way, there's no harm in trying. If it works, you can just come right back and inform everyone.

You reach up to press your hand against the floating device. It's higher off the ground than it looked in the game but still easily within reach. The bluish material has an odd feel to it, one you're not quite sure how to describe. Magical, perhaps. The waypoint pulses with energy, and you feel confident it has to do something.

I want to go to Liyue Harbor, you think to yourself, trying to picture it in your mind's eye.

Nothing happens, but you're undeterred. Maybe you need to say it out loud. "Take me to Liyue Harbor," you say firmly, visualizing the overlook by the waypoint just outside the city.

...Still nothing.

You let your hand slide to the bottom in disappointment. This really isn't your day. First the ominous dreams... then I touch a slime and end up nearly fainting for some reason... and after that, I want to see Xiao, but he's not here, of course... and now all of this. What does it take for something to go my way, for once?!

And then everything goes white.

[howyouloveyourdragon]

Gold Rush

pronouns: she/her warnings: angst, mentions & depictions of alcoholism, car crash, fluff summary: Aegon didn’t like most people but he liked you until it tore him from the inside out. You’re perfect, his gold and shimmering light. The problem? He’s not perfect. He’s not even a third of what you will one day amount to and everybody knows it…even him. verrryyy loosely based on Gold Rush by Taylor Swift. dividers: firefly-graphic wordcount: 4,039 A/N: i hope my favourite aegon girlie @adelusionalwriter enjoys!

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Aegon’s eyes sparkle as they watch your figure embrace his mother. His suit is uncomfortably tight and he doesn’t understand why the collar is pointy but a sly grin spreads up his face at the sight of his sunshine…at the sight of you. His perfect golden girl, the one who lights the remaining warmth of his heart and strengthens his overworked jaw until he’s turned into a bumbling mess. His mother would argue that that is his natural state but even she can’t ignore the glow you permeate onto him when you are near. Every sunday she slides a porcelain plate, her muscle memory too deep to forget you. It hasn’t even been a year yet, he thinks to himself as his hands hesitate on the flute of champagne beside him. Only seven months by now, he’s sure. Gods, why does it feel like he’s known you all his life? He supposes that’s ridiculous, if he had known you all his life then perhaps he would not have been so miserable in his teen years. His touch lingers on the tall glass then snaps away. The heat of your memory turns into a scalding burn at the temptation. He tucks his hands into his pockets and smiles at you across the room. Your soft features turn up at him like the pour of glitter–smooth and sparkling. You make him feel like summer. As if summoned, the chandelier catches its outstretching beams and it feels as though it has changed nothing because there you are smiling at him. He thinks that you’re the only light he will ever need. You’re as kind as a gleam, reflecting his best qualities into him. He’s still Aegon but people enjoy his company now, seek him out even. His own father comments on it sometimes. That might be the only thing Aegon dislikes about you, how easily you collect the affection of others, faster than he, Aegon himself, ever could, you have garnered the affection of even his father. He wishes sometimes that he could keep you locked up in a little box to preserve forever but that would be selfish and he promised himself that this time would be different. It had to be. He will be good enough for you, he knows it. 

So he dismisses the champagne and tentative curling fingers wave at you across the room. Gods, his heart starts thrumming gently again at the sight of your smile. When your feet patter softly in shining shoes, his arms are already outstretched and waiting. A soft giggle slips from your lips like the purest wine–the one that replaces his damnable urges–and your hands glide up his neck to wrap him in an embrace so tight, his breath catches. His eyes flutter like a dandelion loses its seed, alongside the flow of gentle wind; it’s with careful tandem with your own closing lashes. “My sweet girl,” He breathes as his lips dip his head of their own desperate volition. They coax your own so his tongue can sail at the seam of your silken lips. He drinks in your hot breath as if it’s the antidote to all ills and fuck, he thinks he’d be dying without it. He wants to drown in you, he decides, hands pressing so carefully on your hips as he draws you close. Aegon worries that if he presses too hard you will flow away into the air like dust. Your mouth coaxes him into a world beyond his own–instead of cruelty and pain, it is filled with replenishment and golden sunlight. He wants to conquer your lips in that moment or any part that you’ll give him, his brows scrunching in need and fingers rolling the rayon fabric of your dress back and forth between them. It’s not enough to have you in his arms, he wants to commit every part of today into his memory so he can replay it over and over in his mind’s eye until it fries like the computer his sister Rhaenyra fixed for you. He was embarrassed at the time that he couldn’t do it himself but his fears quelled the moment your darling tongue descended on his own. 

Panic ebbs at him whenever you look at him like this, when your dilated pupils are so wide they consume him. A rosy blush invades his face; his nose, his cheeks, even his neck and ears are pink. He jumps when a firm hand lands along his back and shakes him out of this fantasy. It’s his brother Aemond giving him a pointed stare. Aegon caves in on himself as quick as a frightened rabbit though he is not so harmless. His blue eyes flicker up at him through shielding eyelashes, anticipating the worst. Instead, Aemond is reaching across to introduce himself to you, having missed the initial family hounding while on a business trip. His face is stoic as always with a straightened back and hair slicked back behind him so unlike Aegon’s messy brush of gilded curls. Unsavoury tastes climb up to his throat before stuffing his cheeks with foul-tasting cotton. “I apologise for our late meeting…” Aemond says, wet tongue gliding the words like prayer through his white teeth. Aegon swallows and looks at the floor. He doesn’t like who he feels like in his brother’s sight. An intruder. A ruiner. A failure. Oh Gods how he wishes for once in his life he could be like you. He wants to be your sunlight as much as you are his forever. But you don’t know this and he would never dream of tainting your sweet gaze for anybody nor any selfish emotions. You won’t be him, you won’t be him. Aegon reminds himself, determined to disrupt all of him if it means keeping you, of being a man you deserve. “I was otherwise engaged and my brother has seemingly ignored the pleasure of my company.” Suddenly a tunnelled light is all that he can see of you, and darkness circles his vision like a deranged tunnel. His fists dig sharp nails into his soft palms. His eyes squeeze shut briefly at the hum of your sweet laugh. A laugh reserved for him. He sucks in an unsteady breath but then your reassuring hand squeezes his bicep just as tightly before releasing with care. Even your hands feel like silk. 

Helaena suddenly springs to your side with wide excited eyes and practically begs you to dance, which you eagerly accept even though no one is dancing at all. Aegon watches with a grin rivalling the sun’s bright intensity though he would not think such a comparison would be worthy of him. He’ll keep that reserved for you, for now. Aemond hums from beside him, tapping his fingers against the table. Aegon grinds his teeth. He loves his brother, he loves his brother, he– “A sweet girl, isn’t she?” Aemond asks to which Aegon groans heartily. Normally he’s the one bringing you up at any available opportunity but he knows this isn’t going to be a conversation he likes. Aegon clenches his jaw and remembers what his therapist told him, think of something else…the trees, the sun…her…her smile…her laugh. His lips twitch upward but then the blow comes full force and barrelling. “A shame she’s picked the wrong brother.” Aemond spoke with such vindication before slipping away to engage with another one of their grandsire’s businessmen. 

It’s nine weeks later when the panic sets in again, he’s running around a supermarket frantically in search of a birthday card, clutching a (mostly) fresh bouquet of asters and anemone in his grasp. His breathing heavies, sweat collecting on his pale brows and desperately trying to hide his dilated pupils. His hands shake as he thrusts the card at the cashier–he can tell they’re slightly scared as they scan it with flickering wide eyes. “T-Two seventy five.” They inform him and he snatches it with one hand, the other casting coins at her hurriedly. He needs to be out as soon as possible. Aegon sprints faster than he ever did in cross-country and then shoots into his car with a relieved sigh. He checks his phone and smacks a hand over his forehead, groaning. 16:43 pm. He was supposed to be there at three. God damn it why wasn’t he there at three. His heart beats against the concrete wall of his skull. His hand clutch the steering wheel like a lifeline and his foot presses so low on the revs that he’s probably 20 miles past the speed limit. Of course this doesn’t end well, he rushes through a red light. A screeching alerts him first at what’s happening before the weight of a 2010 toyota prius smacks hard into his own car which is sent spinning across the road, hitting another car as it goes. Aegon is sent flying in his drunken haze across the car and burning shards dig through his skin but he doesn’t know what they’re looking for. His ears beat with a deafness he’s never felt, urging his mouth to spew vomit out of his broken window. Aegon’s already throbbing head strikes against the rough tarmac, blood seeping across the mud and dirt that infects his insides. A jagged wedge of glass rummages easily through his pale skin but he doesn’t have it in him to scream as his eyes drop shut. He feels like he hasn’t slept for days…he probably hasn’t as he lets the pain suck him into the dark void. 

The flowers and their pathetic petals skid like an empty promise beside him–they infiltrate his nose like a lie. 

You don’t like hospitals, you decide, as you try to stop the sobbing that gyrates your body as strong as a vice and as cruel as the wicked world around you. A warm hand is wrapped comfortingly around your waist but it’s awkward because as much as you love Helaena, you don’t want her. You want Aegon. You want your sweet stupid boyfriend who you’re not sure you’re going to ever forgive for making you love him this much. For making you hurt so badly as you sit desperately awaiting a doctor or nurse or someone. You didn’t even know you were his emergency contact until yesterday. Your weary eyes stand red and puffy as you finally settle. You can’t rest–no–you will not. Helaena sighs in relief when Alicent arrives with the coffee and takes her place beside you. The loud footsteps approaching are what snap your head up and send your coffee flying to the floor. A couple opposite you gasp but you ignore them, fixing interrogatory sights on the nurse before you. They lick their lips and you already know they’re hesitant. Their head leans slightly and double checks the papers. “Aegon Targaryen’s fa–?” “Yes.” You say instantaneously, playing with the ring you moved onto your engagement-finger. Aegon hasn’t proposed but you’re not about to let some half-pint tell you you can’t see the love of your life based on a technicality. Your tongue darts to wet your stark lips. “What is it?” For once you don’t have the time to be polite. 

Aegon smiles weakly when you jog in, not even exposing his teeth like he’s trained since birth. His voice is drained and devoid of his vibrant heart. It’s quick when you latch your teeth on your lower lip, sucking it to soothe your ever-growing nerves. You hold back from launching yourself at him and instead settle for gently embracing him, tears collecting on that stupid itchy gown they forced upon him, as he says so eloquently. You can barely choke a laugh. Even now, he can’t be serious for too long, you should have expected it. You’re scared to look at him, instead burrowing your face into his smooth neck even though now it’s gash laced and a thick goo seeps from it. Dainty and beaten hands tremble as they try to guide through your hair but you hear the hiss that tears through his teeth. It’s reflexive when you jump away but he whines. “P-please, baby,” He simpers. You want to slap the stupid grin off his face, instead you tuck your hands beneath your chin and reluctantly let him try again but his eyes twitch and squeeze, veins jutting at even this. Your own face crumples at the sight and even more when tears wet his eyes, as overcoming as a tidal wave. “I’m sorry.” He whispers, breath hitches. “I tried, I promise, I-I-” You shake your head, fingers twitching to hold his hand but you force them away. “Sh, sh,” You soothe. “That doesn’t matter right now. I’m here to take care of you, nothing else.” He lets out a whimper and you swear someone has punched your intestines. “It’s not fair to you.” Aegon argues uselessly against himself. “This isn’t fair. If I wasn’t so fucking drunk all the time–” You shush him again but it doesn’t calm him this time, instead it only intensifies his inner guilt and turmoil. “No, stop, I don’t want to be coddled…Please. This isn’t good for you. I’m not good for you.” Your brows knit, your mouth parting but he slides a shaking finger in front of you. “No.” He repeats. “I want you to leave me.” Aegon sniffles now, trying hard not to let the wave win but he’s tired, so exhausted of trying. “I want you to go!” He spits like poison. You reel back as though he had stabbed you. “What? No.” You snap back but the dam has finally broken. “Just go!” “Just talk to me!” You plead, reaching to grasp him but he dodges like a cat in water. “Go.” He grinds out. “Please,” he sniffles again, vulnerability engulfing his tortured tongue. “I want you to spread those beautiful wings of yours.”  You shake your head. “You’ve been doing better!” “Not better enough!” “I don’t care; we both knew something would happen and I’m here because I love you, not for what you can give me.” He huffs at the resolute tone flying through his ears at your voice. He refuses to look at you now. 

Instead his eyes snap to the door where a familiar face stares back at him with concern embedded in his lone eye. You’ve switched places with him, this time you’re the one desperate for him. Unlikely but in truth , however, you both still move in perfect, infuriating tandem. He’s okay with dying if the cost of living is you remaining trapped in this little bubble of life beside him. He finally decides with the words of others ringing in his head. He can’t keep doing this, he won’t let himself. He can’t keep you if this is what it means. He wants you to fly–no–he wants you to soar, above him, above everybody. Always. His curled hand reaches to brush back your hair but he holds off the begging flinch this time as he rests his forehead against your own. He’s done trying. “I’m sorry.” he whispers to you before kissing your forehead. “I’ve already had you for far too long, as long as I could but I won’t keep doing this to you.” Neither of you care as chalked and decaying blood snaps from his wounds onto you. Selfish. Aegon Targaryen has always been selfish. That’s what he’s sure they will one day sear on his tombstone once his miserable life comes to an end. You’ll be there too, he knows it. His eyes lock on the flowered vase behind your head and which rests like a threat on the window sill. Begonias, he almost laughs aloud at the irony of it all. 

When you leave, he expects to see that familiar smirk on his brother’s face but instead the expression is tight and not even a hint of guilty glee threads through his lips. 

Your eyes glimmer when you embrace Alicent as tight as possible without cutting off her circulation. It’s been a month and four days and you still wake up with the sick feeling in your stomach before work. The dread that tears into your open wound because you can’t bring yourself to close it…not yet, it’s too soon. Instead you accept the sweet advances of your ex-boyfriend’s family. You move into Helaena’s apartment with her, you befriend her roommate and cousin, Baela. You start tutoring Daeron on the weekends. You even agree to meet Baela’s friends and go to the parties her girlfriend arranges every Friday. They mean well and so you agree. You want to feel better, you swear you do but everyone sees the look on your face when someone says his name. Part of you worries sometimes that he was a figment of your imagination at the sheer concern they express but you're moving on, you promise. Or at least trying to. It doesn’t feel enough because as always, you’re all or nothing. He liked that. Fuck, no. He doesn’t exist, just tell yourself he doesn’t exist. You take a deep breath and step out of the bathroom and into the blaring loud hallway. You jump when your head makes contact with a hard figure who struggles to keep liquid in his scarlet cup. The masculine voice chuckles and when you meet eyes, you remember why you came and give him a tight-lipped smile. “You enjoying the party?” CCregan Stark asks–the kind stoic boy in one of your uni classes. You lick your lips while taking in his dark curly hair and stubble, he brushes it out of his face awkwardly. You’ve replayed the story in your head a million times; his barber thought he said jaw instead of chin somehow so now it’s cut just a bit too short to comb behind his ears like he used to and prefers. You smile up at him but as you part your lips, he shakes his head softly. “You’re not, are you?” His playful voice rings in your ear. 

Your laugh comes out forced but there all the same and nod reluctantly. “I hate it.” You answer, words spilling like leftover wine. He chuckles again and curses when his hand tilts his cup again. He steadies himself, rising back to his towering height. It almost feels weird that he’s not leaning over you, he’s like the empire state building or something. Your eyes lift up to his steel grey ones but they don’t sparkle like Aegon’s did. They don’t have the same warmth, he doesn’t give you flowers between classes, he doesn’t collapse on you in bed because he needs to know you’re still there, he doesn’t make false promises either though,…He doesn’t beg you to change your own mind about him no matter how many times you tell him you want him. “You okay?” Cregan asks, tongue darting to wet his cracked lips.You briefly recall the lip balm Aegon used to steal off of you at home–no. Not home. Not anymore. You look up at him, barely nodding with a jut of your chin. “Yeah. Perfect.” You let the poison slip over your tongue, the taste too bitter to ingest. It’s okay. So long as other people believe you then it’s alright. Cregan bites his lip and glances behind him then leans down to your ear. “You don’t have to stay here if you don’t want to.” Your face erupts in crimson embarrassment. He knows, of course he knows. You aren’t deaf to the whispers of class so why should he? “No one’s by the backdoor right now, I’ll pretend I gave you a ride home if you want to tell Baela. She’s worried but you don’t need me to tell you that.” He takes a sip of his cup and reluctantly you let out a suffocating breath. 

You wish you could call Helaena. Instead you nod and thank Cregan quietly before sneaking outside and into the cold air but even that feels stale somehow. You feel sick. More sick than you’ve ever felt since seeing him in that stupid hospital bed, that stuffy room clutching you like a child does their barbie. When you finally stumble into your apartment again, it feels as empty as ever. Bare, stripped, motionless. You can almost trick yourself into thinking that it’s a photograph. In your mind you can pretend you’re on the sofa, the one that’s caked in memories and late-night conversations. “You’re so wonderful,” He had said the first time you visited, long before it had become your own. He had pressed soft, warm lips to each of your cold knuckles and grinned at the gentle laughter that poured between your own. You feel dizzy as you let your feet guide you through the door of your painfully new bedroom. You slip onto the covers, feeling too trapped to go beneath them. You don’t like this feeling, this loneliness. You want to feel those comforting arms again without the fear of waking up, of knowing what is awaiting you. It’s not healthy, you know that, but it still hurts. 

Three months. You both wake up. You both lose your keys before letting them rattle between either palm. You both feel the dull ache when you turn around to call out a name you want to forget. Aegon swallows the words while you let them out with a mere breath. You both go to uni with a sour face. You’re walking through the lengthy hallway when you hear the collapse of the heaviest binder you’ve ever seen. Your head snaps up, expecting to see a first year or awkward collection of joking friends. Instead your eyes meet familiar watered pools of soft blue. His lips are tugging downward but his hair is styled and his sweater clean. He looks good. He looks like Aeg. You swallow but don’t lose eye contact and neither does he–binder forgotten. Neither of you move at first but then his hand twitches and instead of avoiding you like all the times before, he breaks out into a run and you eagerly meet his pace. His hands reach out, fingers spread and waiting to lock with yours, entangling once they do. They squeeze tight, refusing to let go as you breathe out in mutual relief. It’s been so long. Too long, too far, too much. Blood thumps loudly, hearts connecting. “Oh thank fuck.” Aegon chokes out. His breath stutters and he ruefully pulls away his finger to wrap one along your back and another in your hair. You look up at him, the students around you melting from your vision because nothing matters anymore now that you can see his rosy cheeks again. Your eyes roam his face. “You look good.” You whisper after about half an hour passes with him leaning against the wall with you head lost in his shoulder, your lips just barely ghosting his neck. He smiles but there’s a hardness in his face. Something beneath the irises of his eyes. “I wanted to be good for myself, for you, for my mum.” He says then gently shakes his head. “I didn’t want people to remember me like that, I want you to be happy when you see me.” He bites his lip then sighs. Your brows twitch and your hand carefully cups his face. “I just wanted you.” You respond, voice soft and lips curling. “I just want you to be happy…Are you?” Aegon swallows. “Mostly.” He whispers. His thumb runs over your palm. “I’m getting better but-” He wets his lips. “It’s hard. I’m gonna do it this time though, I promise.” He turns to press a chaste kiss to your palm and smiles. “Aemond’s been visiting.” Your brows shoot up. “Really?” He nods. “And he’s…?” “He’s actually helping.” He chuckles then breaks out into a grin. “Of course mum is, as well. She had to practically chain me down to get me to stop asking about you. Helaena’s sick of my shit by now.” He seems so much warmer now than he was before. He feels like Aeg. “Oh!” He snaps his fingers. “Get this, I make tea now.” His stupid grin is like a beam of gold. “Tea!” Your giggles echo around the large now long-empty hallway. 

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🖤Kylo Ren and Hux when their S/O gets really sick when they get their period. 🖤

Kylo Ren X Reader X General Hux

Pronouns used: She/Her

Summery: You become ill during a debriefing. You immediately know what's going on with you but it's worse than usual. You try to hide it, but Kylo Ren and General Hux can see that you're not well.

Warnings: None. But there is some arguing between Hux and Kylo. Also mentions of being sick.

Tags: None.

A/N: I wrote this at 5 in the morning so forgive any typos I may have missed.

.Hux and Kylo are men of powerful talents, nothing gets passed them easily. They notice seemingly right away that something is up with you.

. During the morning debriefing, everyone was sitting around the table while Kylo informed everyone of Snoke’s latest plan for conquest. You were sitting next to Hux when all of a sudden a familiar feeling began to spread over your lower abdomen. 

.You tensed and tried to put on a straight face, but that just made everything worse. What had started as a faint ache soon became a wave of agony. You discreetly placed your hands against where your cramps were flaring up and added a little pressure. Doing so somewhat helped, but not by much.

.One thing led to another and you started getting lightheaded. However, you couldn’t just up and leave in the middle of a meeting, so you tried to stick it out. 

.Beside you, Hux noticed your change in demeanor and grew concerned. In his peripheral vision, he saw you wince a few times, as if in pain. When Kylo had his back turned, he turned to look at you and clearly saw how you had paled and looked dazed. 

.Hux placed his hand on your knee, his gesture not visible from under the table. “Are you alright?” he mouthed to you. You put on a reassuring smile and nodded. With that, Hux turned his attention back to the holographic map Kylo had displayed, but his thoughts were on you. 

. Meanwhile, Kylo was trying to focus but he could keenly feel that someone in the room was in pain. Pain and panicking because of it. As he spoke, he reached out to find out who it was and was shocked when he found out it was you. With his mask on, no one could see where he was looking and he had his gaze trained on you. He saw you ever so slightly hunched over, your thoughts clouded and hazy with discomfort. He was impressed, however, that you were managing to tough it out the way you were. 

.He quickly wrapped up the meeting and dismissed everyone, ordering them quite forcefully to get out of the room. Not wanting to piss him off, the generals and commanders left as fast as they could. All except you.

.Once everyone was gone, you tried to get up but in your haste, you tripped and fell to the ground. Hux and Kylo rushed to your side as you curled up into a ball, throwing all thoughts of self preservation out the window. 

.Hux knelt beside you and placed his hand against your brow. “Darling, are you ill? What’s wrong?”

.Kylo crouched down and cocked his head to the side, trying to figure out what to do. “She’s not sick.” he said as he scooped you up into his arms and picked you off the ground. 

.”If she’s not sick with any illness, why is she in agony?!” Hux demanded, losing his patience with Kylo’s calmness. You whimpered as your cramps worsened and you started to shiver. 

Kylo rested his brow against yours, the metal of his mask felt cold against your skin. “She’s been busy lately and I have a feeling she’s forgotten to take care of herself.” he nodded towards Hux, telling him to follow before walking out the door. “I’m taking her to the medical bay, maybe they have something for her to ease the pain and help her rest.”

.As he walked, you turned your head towards him and buried your face in his chest. You could hear Hux’s footsteps trying to keep up with Kylo’s urgent stride. Knowing your general was near gave you some sense of comfort, putting you more at ease in Kylo’s arms.

.Once at the medical bay, he placed you upon the nearest cot and informed the medical droid of what was going on. The droid then went to you and ran a few scans and tests and quickly deduced that your stress levels had been high, thus probably triggering the painful cramps you were feeling. 

.As the droid spoke to Kylo, Hux sat beside you and took one of your hands in his. The meds the droid had injected into you were starting to take effect, making you drowsy and your perception of reality a little fuzzy. But you felt Hux’s warm hands holding yours and you managed to smile at him. “Armi…” you mumbled as your eyes closed and you fell into a much needed sleep. 

.Once you were asleep, Hux stood and approached Kylo, who had taken his mask off and was looking at you with a mix of emotions glittering in his umber eyes. “Astonishing, isn’t it?” he said.

. “I fail to see how watching her suffer like that is “Astonishing”, sir.” Hux hissed. Kylo just blinked, lost in his own thoughts. “She hides so much, from you, from me, and it takes something like this for us to notice.”

. “I can assure you, Ren, that I notice. I notice when she stays up late pouring over maps and reports, just to impress you with her skills. I see how she refuses to sleep and sometimes neglects meals just so she can continue to work. To think that because of it, the most natural and normal part of her has become more painful.” Hux’s voice was tight with rage. 

. Kylo’s eyes locked on Hux as he stood up. “You think I haven’t noticed? You think I haven’t noticed that she’s forgotten basic medical protocol? You think I haven’t noticed how exhausted she looks? You think I haven’t felt her weariness?”

. “I know for a fact that your obsession with the scavenger has left your pupil and our partner in shambles as they work themselves to death trying to find that blasted girl from Jakku! You need to open your eyes before you lose the one thing you actually care about.” Hux stormed out of the medical bay before he said anything he’d regret. 

.Kylo Ren, now alone with you and his thoughts, he realized how important you were to him. 

He walked towards your cot and sat down where Hux was. He gently brushed a strand on your hair away from your face, admiring how peaceful and beautiful you were as you slept. He couldn’t bear to lose you. This time, your ailment was fixable if not normal, but he couldn’t risk something worse happening to you. 

.He leaned over and placed a kiss upon your lips, promising to look out for you. With that, he put his mask back on and let you sleep. 

-end-

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Arrogant hearts (Gojo x F! reader)

Chapter 1

[The year 2006]

"that girl is really quiet, huh? but her technique seems powerful" Gojo Satoru, who was sitting on the staircase with his best friend commented. Looking at the girl who was training on the grounds, with the other second years, Nanami Kento and Yu Haibara. his best friend shook his head "Satoru, every powerful person might not be as loud as you are" 

Satoru smirked at his best friend "I'll take that as a compliment, Suguru" 

they kept looking at their juniors practicing, when they saw the girl falling from exhaustion "Her technique is good, but she has weak stamina" Gojo Satoru said with a frown "Such a waste of a technique" his friend Geto Suguru glared at him "don't say that" "why? it's the truth" Satoru shrugged, looking at the girl breathing heavily on the ground, her classmates Nanami Kento and Yu Haibara asking if she was fine... 

After drinking water and taking a few deep breaths, you felt better "Let's go again" you said standing up "don't push yourself too much, Y/N" Haibara said with a worried look...  "yeah, try to calm down properly," Nanami said in a serious tone, as always... before you can argue, Haibara saw their upperclassmen, Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru watching them... "oh! Our upperclassmen are here, you should go and stay with them until you feel better"

After being pushed to sit with them, Nanami and Haibara went back to sparring. 

"Hello!" a soft voice next to you greeted you, you bowed a little even though you were sitting. "hello" you replied  "I am Geto Suguru, and this is Gojo Satoru," Geto said while indicating Gojo with his thumb "I think you know us?" Geto asked while glaring at Gojo who didn't budge even after the greeting their junior gave them.

"yes," you replied with a nod... a few awkward seconds passed.

Gojo suddenly laughed mockingly, the laugh was towards Geto. but he asked you "You are not going to introduce yourself?" 

Geto was not happy with his friend's behavior, but he looked at you for your reply.

"Sorry, I forgot... I am L/N Y/N" you said while bowing again 

"you forgot to introduce yourself, even after Suguru introduced himself?" Gojo asked in a mocking tone 

"It's okay, it must be stressful after all that training," Geto said with a soft smile

"I'm really sorry, I did really forgot it" you said while bowing slightly again... 

Geto waved his hand, dismissing your apologies "we good" he said, Gojo looking at you with a frown... 

That was how you two noticed each other first...

[Present Day]

Gojo was in the jujutsu high after his mission to Sendai, seeing a familiar figure... a figure he didn't see from a long time... 

you were on your phone, searching for Yaga Masamichi's phone number in your phone... it's been a long time since you came back to your alma mater, remembering you only had Nanami's phone number in your phone anyways, so you were about to call him but-

"yo! long time no see" you heard a voice behind you, you turn to look at the man, who was grinning at you 

"Gojo Satoru" unknowingly, your words came out... 

"yeah, THE one and only" he said with a smirk.

"it's nice to meet you again" you said, even though you didn't feel happy or sad seeing your upperclassman who never had a proper conversation with you in school.

"I know, it must be nice to see me again, Y/N" he said the smirk on his face never leaving him

you bowed slightly, not knowing how to respond, which made him frown

"why did you suddenly came back? if my memory is correct, you suddenly left the school without even saying good bye to your upperclassman" he said wondering when you became that attractive.

"I had to leave for some important family business in the USA" you said looking at the tall man. who you always thought was handsome, but never really thought of as anything other than your upperclassman.

"and that is?"

"my father caught an uncurable illness, which.. was the reason I had to move to the USA with my family" you said remembering the sudden events that happened, that fateful year... "I heard what happened here though" you added

"and how did you hear the gossip, Y/N?" he asked with a smirk, the memories flowing in... but there were so many questions in his mind too, if your father was ill all these years, why come to Japan now? what did you do in the USA... but he kept it to himself.

"I had contacts with Nanami" you said, not wanting to ask about his best friend, which you thought was the best upperclassmen you had from Gojo's age group... 

"I see, so he likes gossiping with you..." he muttered under his breath, a clear emotion was not seen from his blindfolded face "so? why are you here alone then?" he asked.

"I just came back to Japan, and this is the only place I am used to" you said, remembering your cozy dorm room, you had when you were young.

"Ah-ha? so what are you gonna do now?" he asked while raising an eyebrow, which you didn't see, obviously.

"I want to meet Yaga, and then find a place to stay, and start my life as a sorcerer again" you didn't want to tell this blindfolded man about your plans, but you know he would at least say where Yaga was at.

"I can show you a place to stay, but it's quite expensive" Gojo smirked.

you raised an eyebrow to his reply.

"curious, huh?" he smiled "the apartment I live in, the next door house is empty" he said while getting dangerously close to your face.

you took a step back making him laugh "no blushing or something?" he asked.

"money is not a problem" you said ignoring his comment "I want to know how the place look first" you said while thinking, of course money was not the problem, staying next door to the most annoying person was... 

"you don't look interested though, but oh well, first Yaga, isn't it?" he asked with a small smile "come on, I'm actually going to meet him as well" he said while tilting his head to the road, which had colorful leaves on the ground, because of the autumn

you two started walking together 

"you are quiet as ever" he said with a small chuckle "you never talked with us much" he added 

"so, How was USA?" he asked while grinning

[quietly-by-myself]

A Wicked Work of Art - Prologue

I don't know if I'll continue this but here's my medical whump brain rot. You have @demondamage and @sparrowsage to thank. Also brought to you by: roleplays I had online when I was 14.

Constantine and Vasiliki are mages born of the light arts. The subject is a mage born of the dark arts. Vasiliki will warm up with time, if I continue this. The subject is being prepared to be sold or kept by the handlers for training other mages born of the dark arts for sale.

CW: fantasy racism, test subject whumpee, experiment whumpee, medical whump, doctor carewhumper, dehumanization, fantasy setting, trans whumpee (ftm), sick whumpee, dubcon medical treatment, medical restraints, panic attack, death wish, begging, dubcon sedation

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“There’s something dark about him.”

Vasiliki looked up from the subject standing before him and right at Constantine. “Something dark?”

Constantine nodded, motioning to the eyes of the subject. The subject himself had dark, almost mulch colored hair that was in mats. His eyes were striking, yes, hazel, but Vasiliki couldn’t see anything special about them. 

“Do you not see the ring?”

Now that Vasiliki looked harder, he did notice it - a silver ring around the hazel, as dark as his pupils. 

“He invited evil. Do not feel bad for him.”

Vasiliki looked up at Constantine with surprise. “Don’t feel bad for him? Would I really be here if I believed these creatures were the same as us?”

Constantine laughed a little. “No, you wouldn’t. However, you’ll see what I mean soon enough.”

Vasiliki looked at Constantine hesitantly. “What… exactly did you do to him over there?”

“Nothing important,” Constantine said dismissively. “We did what we were ordered to do on him and trained him properly. Now, it’s your turn to patch him up so we can move onto the next step, whatever that is.”

Vasiliki nodded. He lifted the chin of the subject, looking at the bruises on his neck. The skin of the subject was very warm to the touch. “Well, then, he’s in my hands. I’ll make the determination of if I want to keep him for my work or not.”

Constantine nodded. “Of course, Vasiliki. You’re the best we have.”

Vasiliki was not one for modesty. He just nodded gracefully. He took the leash of the subject as Constantine left the room. Vasiliki needed to get the subject to a bed quickly. The subject’s labored breathing, the way that he winced, forcing himself to stand wasn’t lost on Vasiliki. His doctor instincts had kicked in, no matter how much he despised the subject’s kind.

It wasn’t even twenty steps before the subject collapsed, thrown into a coughing fit by whatever he was fighting off.

Vasiliki looked at the curled up figure on the floor, the pained way that he coughed. Vasiliki took a small pager out of his pocket and dialed for someone to bring a bed to him. It wasn’t the first time he’d treated a subject that was so severely wounded. Sickness was another thing entirely. Luckily, Vasiliki couldn’t catch their illnesses.

Once the bed arrived on wheels, Vasiliki quickly lifted the feather-light form of the subject from the floor and placed him onto the bed. Vasiliki waved the nurse off. He didn’t want what he was about to ask to be on the books.

He wheeled the bed down the hall, down to the special ward where the subjects were treated and into a private room, as all subjects had. Vasiliki, for a moment, considered the soft restraints on the edge of the bed. The subject wasn’t fighting, but it could all be a trick. Vasiliki was no fool.

Vasiliki took the leash off of the subject’s collar, then strapped his hands and feet into the restraints. No resistance. Interesting.

“What’s your name, subject?”

“My designation is 7634.” The subject’s voice was robotic. From the scratchiness of his throat, Vasiliki could tell that he was struggling to breathe.

“Not your designation.” Vasiliki leaned over the subject. “Your name.”

The subject hesitated. Normally, Vasiliki might’ve hit the subject, but that wouldn’t get him anywhere with someone so sick.

He moved to the oxygen tank near where he’d set up the bed. While the subject chewed on the idea of spitting out his name, Vasiliki worked to put a cannula in his nose, an IV in his arm with Lactated Ringer’s, and electrodes to his chest.

As Vasiliki moved aside the subject’s gown, he noticed the scars on his chest.

“You weren’t born a man?”

The subject was quick to answer. “No, I wasn’t.”

Vasiliki hummed. “I assume they gave you the appropriate treatment at the other place?”

“Yes, sir.”

Vasiliki continued his work on the subject’s electrodes. Soon enough, the machine was beeping away. Vasiliki took a sticky tape and attached the finger stick to the subject’s right pointer. 

His oxygen was 85%. 

Vasiliki was glad he put the subject on oxygen right away. He’d likely need antibiotics or testing to see if it was viral.

“Now, I asked you a question. What’s your name?” Vasiliki was running out of patience for the subject. He needed the subject to know that it was different with him.

The subject immediately began to pull at the restraints. Vasiliki cocked an eyebrow as panic filled the subject. The rings in the subject’s eyes grew larger. He was coughing and hyperventilating and more than anything, looking absolutely petrified.

“Listen, subject,” Vasiliki tilted the subject’s head so that he met Vasiliki’s eyes. “I want to make one thing clear. I’m different from them. I don’t see you as human, no, but I do not intend to hurt you like they did. Now, take a few breaths. Whatever is inside of you wants to come out.”

“Just kill me. You’ve done enough to me. I don’t want to live anymore.”

The subject was in tears. Vasiliki couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed. Why couldn't the subject see that he had the subject’s best interests in mind? 

“I will do no such thing. I’m a doctor. I heal. I don’t kill.”

That sent the subject sobbing, pulling at the restraints weakly and coughing. “I can’t. I can’t keep going.”

Vasiliki debated sedating the subject. It would make him more comfortable, not to have to suffer with all the anxiety he was clearly going through. Whatever the others had done to him, Vasiliki was sure it had left the subject completely traumatized. More so than usual. Maybe he’d been a fighter. 

Maybe that meant that sedation was what was best for him. 

Vasiliki went over to the cabinet and pulled out a small pill bottle. From the bottle he shook out two pills. Vasiliki poured a glass of water from the sink in the room, then walked back over to the subject.

“Take these. You’re too anxious.”

The subject looked at him, wide-eyed. The subject paused. Not obedient. Most would’ve taken Vasiliki’s gift without hesitation. 

Eventually, the subject opened his mouth. What Vasiliki saw inside was disturbing, even for him. All of the subject’s teeth had been removed. Now, he was certain that they would grow back, but it didn’t mean that he wouldn’t wince at the sight.

Vasiliki placed the pills on the subject’s tongue, then allowed him to drink from the glass. The flinch from the subject wasn’t lost on him.

“I’ll be back soon, subject. By then, have your name ready.”

With that, Vasiliki sighed and left the room, sliding the one-way glass door shut and turning the lights off. The subject would probably be asleep when he came back. However, Vasiliki was fine with that. Sleeping subjects were easier to work with than ones that were awake.

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Tags: @i-can-even-burn-salad @whumpsday @pigeonwhumps @oddsconvert

[deliciouskeys]

Kink of your choice: people of diametrically opposing ideologies having a tense conversation but not killing each other

#Lockhimup

Warnings: Gen. And just kidding, this isn't really for Kinktober. It's even more self-indulgent than that. Set shortly post S3. It's not a pairing fic. It's Homelander; Billy Butcher. Dedicated to the 1.3 people other than me who might possibly enjoy this. AO3 link.

After the hospital, Butcher's been staying at home to recover from his nausea and illness. His brain might not be getting better, but his body was slowly recovering-- not throwing up nearly as often anymore, and able to get food down and walk around more or less steadily.

But his brain was definitely deteriorating. He was having very vivid dreams, and auditory and visual hallucinations were cropping up more and more often. Maybe this is the reason he didn't rush over to the balcony when he saw Homelander out there. He figured he must be seeing things again until the cunt approached the glass and tapped on it gently before stepping back and putting his arms behind his body, waiting patiently for Butcher to unlatch it.

Butcher sighs heavily and opens the glass door, but doesn't bother to come out or officially beckon him in. He sits down in the chair, just in case he starts feeling sick and woozy again. He's already feeling lightheaded from the unpleasant surprise. Homelander makes his way in, thoughtfully closing the door behind him.

“What brings you here this time. You’ve already got Ryan. Come to finish me off?”

Homelander frowns. “Why are you so obsessed with this idea that I’d come here, uninvited, and kill you in your usual pathetic mudperson state? And sick with some kind of pathetic chronic illness on top of that." Homelander wrinkles his nose. He can probably see the damage through Butcher's skull, or maybe his nose is actually detecting the scent of his illness. "Have you ever seen me stalk and kill someone?”

“I haven’t seen you, but I’m sure you have. You had no problem trying to kill Hughie down in the tunnels.”

“That was–” Homelander rolls his eyes and waves his hand dismissively. “Hugh Campbell’s a non-entity to me. And you were all fugitives from the law at the time. So yes, I have pursued and killed lawbreakers.”

“And I happen not to be one at this moment? Didn’t know you were such a stickler for the law.” Butcher lights a cigarette, hoping it will annoy Homelander. “You still haven’t answered my question. To what do I owe the pleasure of this divine visitation?”

Homelander makes that strange snuffling sound that Butcher recognizes by now as pure unadulterated frustration. He makes a movement to pull out the chair where he sat last time, but Butcher hooks his foot and pulls it in tight against the table.

“Really?” Homelander looks at him impassively. “You let me sit down last time.”

“Last time you were trying to find Ryan. You have him. So I don’t see what you need here if you ain’t gonna blast me in the head.”

“Feels bad, huh? Well now you know how it feels, to have your child out of reach,” Homelander says, and shoves a bunch of Butcher’s kitchen paraphernalia further down the counter and makes room for himself to float up and sit on it, first moving the cape out of the way as always. Butcher hopes his counter is dirty and this cunt gets stains on his ass for doing this. “No, I’m just sick of Vought trying to manage this ‘crisis’ for me.”

“You mean you killing a bloke in plain daylight on camera? That 'crisis'?”

“Yes, if that’s how you want to describe it, yes.”

“That’s what happened, it’s not some subjective description.”

Homelander’s jaw tightens and grinds for a moment before he speaks. “Yeah. I’m alright with that. What I’m not alright with is doing an apology tour and saying it was inadvertent or whatever the fuck Vought wants me to say to “soften the angle”. They’re idiots if they think either side is going to buy that. The people who like me don’t want to hear me tying myself into knots trying to explain away what I did. And the toxic idiots who hate me aren’t going to suddenly change their minds if I say ‘hey I’m so sorry! I totally didn’t mean to kill that child-attacking shitstain! I don’t have any fucking control over my lasers! Please don’t hate me!’ I mean if- if that were the case, then I should be fucking locked up, because I’d be a menace to society. If I have that little control over my powers.”

Homelander pauses in his tirade. It grew louder in volume and faster in delivery as it went. Butcher has to admit it’s fun to see this cunt lose his mind with anger, when he’s always been curated to look forever happy and imperturbable. Although the mask has been slipping more often of late.

“You are a menace to society. But yeah, not so much into locking you up. I’d be much more at peace seeing your head on a pike.”

Homelander chuckles. “And you call me needlessly violent."

"Vought's probably thinking ahead about the lawsuit, and not your popularity. Maybe you should listen to your handlers."

"I don't have handlers, I have idiotic underlings. And you're talking as if popularity with the public has nothing to do with how a lawsuit will pan out. From where I'm standing, it's better to have a group of strong supporters than a mass of people confused by some milquetoast, apologetic statements from me. But you know what? Fine. I’m used to the fickle idiot public, with their fucking short-term memory, not remembering everything I've done for them, and still doing for them. They can hate me, their loss. But you see the shit trending today? It's not just #lockhimup. It's #ASAB and #FuckVought and #CompoundViolent, and even the ever-lovely #KillAllSupes cropping up periodically. That's why Vought wants me to backtrack. As if that will do anything to stop those kinds of hasthtags.”

“Don’t know why you’re whinging to me about it. I’d be retweeting all of that if I had an account.” Butcher gets up off his chair and walks past Homelander to fill his teakettle with water, because this is turning out to be a longer conversation than he expected. He still doesn't turn on the light in the kitchen, only one lone lamp on in his entire apartment in an effort to avoid any migraines. Homelander just swivels himself around to face Butcher in his new spot.

“You know what’s better about you than those mindless parrot drones all over social media? At least you say what you mean to say. You really want to kill us all apparently. That apply to Ryan by the way?”

“He’s a child, so no.”

“But when he turns eighteen? Or whatever the fuck age you British people consider majority? Then he’s fair game?”

Butcher feels his irritation rising. “He’s Becca’s son, so no, I’m not gonna lay a finger on him.”

“Other supes are people’s sons and daughters too, but that doesn’t seem to deter you.”

“Hell no it doesn’t. Sons and daughters of people who doped up their kids with Compound V to try to make a buck or get some glory? Off the parents too, if you ask me.”

“Ah interesting! So you do think the people who made the choices are worse than the people who had none.”

“Every one of you supes has plenty of choices.”

“At what age would you kill someone like me?” 

Butcher sighs. Vogelbaum’s words flash in his memory. He asked about what Homelander was like in childhood because he wanted to know if Ryan was genetically doomed to be an evil cunt. Homelander probably doesn’t realize Butcher knows about his sordid lab-confined childhood. He’s throwing this question out flippantly. Butcher thinks about making some stinging remark to show just how much he knows. But that will only lead to him having to acknowledge that he wouldn't have killed off an innocent baby labrat. Butcher also thinks about not answering at all, but Homelander is sitting there silently, ugly red boots dangling above the floor, raising his eyebrows to show he’s expecting an actual response to his stupid question. 

“At whatever age you were when you decided to rape my Becca.”

“So… this is purely personal then?”

“Of course it’s fucking personal,” Butcher mutters, not liking how much this cunt is forcing him to think this late at night. “What else could it be, at this point?”

“Wanting to kill off a whole big group of people over a personal matter seems kind of petty to me.”

“You’re not people. You don’t treat us like equals, so we don’t need to treat you like equals either.”

“So normal human morality doesn’t apply.” Homelander grins. “That’s what I like about you, William. You stand by your words, no matter how vile they are. When you say ‘supe genocide’, at least you really mean it.”

Homelander peers at him, looking unimpressed. "Your brain looks like Swiss cheese and you still make more sense than everyone else I'm forced to talk to. But I do wonder: you're kind of an honorary supe now. Certainly spent some time in our shoes. Do you deserve death too?"

"I'll take an honorary suicide once you're all gone, if you want me to be consistent."

Homelander smirks. The kettle starts whistling, and Butcher takes the opportunity to avoid saying anything else and focusing on steeping a cup of tea.

“Can I have a cup?”

Butcher seethes inside. Get your ass off my counter, get your shiteating grin out of my house. But he proceeds to just brew another cup, because it’s easier than having this conversation. His degenerating brain can't take much more of this.

They wait for the tea to steep in silence. Welcome as it seemed at first, Butcher finds himself wanting to break the silence because when Homelander’s not talking, and Butcher stares at him in the darkness of the apartment, teeth shinier than the rest of his face, he starts to seem increasingly otherworldly, scarier, like there really is a different species perched on the kitchen counter, and Butcher starts to feel his fight-or-flight response kicking in. “Didn’t take you for a tea drinker,” he says, as he hands him the cup. At least his hands are rock-steady, and his tone sounds nonchalant as ever.

“I’m not. But I wanted to see what all the hype is about, at least in the UK. You guys are obsessed.”

“‘You guys’ were too until you got radicalized and decided you didn’t want to pay taxes on it.”

Homelander’s smile just grows wider. “That’s true.” He sips and makes a face. “Wow, that’s… strong. That’s almost as bad as coffee.”

“You really never had tea before?” Butcher can’t help but ask, incredulous at the reaction.

“I don’t think so. This tastes like bitter puddle water or something.”

“No one’s forcing you to drink it, cunt.”

Homelander takes another sip anyway, making a face again, actually shuddering. “Don’t people add milk to it? And sugar? Am I making that up?”

“You can,” Butcher says, shrugging. Then notices Homelander glancing at his fridge to verify there's milk inside and looking back at him expectantly. “Unbelievable. Alright you little candy-ass, would you like some milk and sugar with your unbearably bitter tea?”

“I would,” Homelander answers, disregarding the insult, holding the cup out in front of him expecting to be served.

Butcher takes it from him, in disbelief at what he’s doing, but again, it feels futile to refuse or argue. He dumps in more milk than he ever would for himself. Maybe this git wants a lukewarm, tasteless cuppa.

When Homelander drinks the modified version, he nods. “Much better, actually. Thanks.”

“Why did you come here, really,” Butcher asks as he finally gets to drink his tea, leaning back against the counter across from the one Homelander is perched on.

“No ulterior motive. Needed to vent. I feel like I’m taking crazy pills when I’m in the Tower and they keep telling me I need to appease the other side. Talking to you cements it for me. People who hate me aren’t going to come around. People who’ve decided to blanket-hate all supes won’t come around.”

“So you done? Feel better now?”

“I do, actually. Thanks for the company.” Homelander smiles, puts down his cup of bastardized tea, not having the courtesy to finish it off, hops down off the counter and walks off towards the balcony to take off with an obnoxious force that Butcher's glad didn't crack the balcony cement at push-off.

He stares at the skyline visible from his apartment. He hates a thought that has been creeping in during the conversation, and now that the supe is gone, he can contemplate it fully. For what it’s worth, he might have done the same exact thing. He knows what having heat lasers is like. How easy it is to power them up. If someone threw something at Becca, or, yes maybe even just Becca’s son, he might have done the same exact stupid thing and sliced the man's head. Why on earth is he thinking about that? Maybe it’s his strange irritation at the public finally, finally after so many fucking years, finally noticing that there is something fucked up about Vought. He should be happy that some people finally see the truth. But it feels like too little too late, and it also feels like they might get distracted off of it. They don't really understand how far it goes. Vought wouldn’t exist without the money these crowds of people have paid them. It’s not funded by the government. It’s not beholden to anyone but American public opinion. The very people tweeting angrily about Homelander’s public murder are still subscribed to Vought+, and still using Vought-owned social media to complain about it. This monstrosity grown in the lab was grown for them. For their protection, at least internationally speaking, and most importantly for their entertainment and cult-seeking mentality. Homelander is the hero they voted for with their dollars, and they’ve maybe only just wised up to the fact that what they’ve been paying for is a mentally unstable killing machine.

[shirohige-pirates]

Just Like Fire

CisFem Reader x Portgas D. Ace

CW: angst, language, erotic, violence, serial killer, stalking, poisoning, over-bearing controlling parents, attempted forced marriage, possible dub-con, Munchausen by proxy (aka Factitious Disorder), wildly cute and fluffy despite the warnings. 18+ only

Summary: You're Sabo's biological sister in this AU. After college you moved in with your dear brother and his two sworn brothers in order to avoid going back home. You and Sabo despise your family equally.

Chapter 11: Emotional

You set up a meeting with Chopper to hand off the new medication to him, keeping some of it for yourself in case you needed to prove you had it. Returning to work Friday you used your lunch to go make the delivery, and ate your packed lunch at your desk while you went back to work. You were 11 stories up in a building that didn’t have too many more floors beyond that, which made for a nice view inside and out.

A tall man with short dark hair and brightly colored, if not well-tailored clothing, came up to your desk. Considering how outlandishly you’d seen him dressed before, he almost looked plain today.

“Mr. Bon-chan,” you say, addressing him as he had requested. “What can I do for you?”

“You’re so kind, (Y/N)-chan.” He says, smiling. “I came to make sure you’re doing well. Your brother said you had fallen ill quite suddenly.” He leans down so that you’re not overheard. “You were hospitalized?”

“Some tests were needed. I really am sorry for the short notice.” You offer.

“Non, it’s quite alright.” He says, putting a hand up and waving it dismissively. “You have to put your health first, young lady. It is important to love yourself more than your job, okay?”

You smile. “Yes, thank you Mr. Bon-chan.”

The job you had found was doing accounting and reconciliation for a non-profit. It provided a lot of assistance to those who needed it, from people who were cursed, to people who were ostracized for being themselves. Given Bentham Bon Clay’s own eccentric tendencies, you weren’t surprised at the wide net the organization cast in its drive to help people.

Bon-chan was the newly minted CEO for the company, having taken over from an equally unique character named Ivankov. You heard some people call him Emporio Ivankov, but it was risky to give anyone who was a commoner a name that sounded anything like a title.

You were pretty sure that Ivankov hadn’t retired in the strictest sense of the word. You were also pretty sure you had heard Sabo say that name before as well, but you had too much on your plate already. Worrying about who knew who, or why or how were concerns for another day.

Getting back to work, running your errand to Chopper at the hospital, and knowing you were going to have a visitor tonight was enough for one day. Especially since you were nervous about whatever it was that Law was going to tell you after this second scan.

Your day concluded without incident, and when you got down to the ground floor you couldn’t suppress the smile on your face. Ace was parked in front of the building, in a very well-maintained older model pickup truck. It was the same color as his favorite hat – one he was wearing along with a tank top and shorts. He had a red-beaded necklace on, that you’d seen before, that matched the beads around the cowboy style hat.

He smiles when he sees you and motions toward the truck as he opens the passenger door for you.

“I got kicked out about twenty minutes ago, figured I’d come pick you up.” He explains.

“Kicked out?”

Ace clears his throat. “Okay, so I asked if I could be excused so I could come pick you up.” He admits as his face turns pink. “I figured you had enough on your mind lately that having a ride home wouldn’t hurt.”

“That’s… yeah.” You press your lips together as you step into the pickup truck. “Thank you.”

Ace brightens when he realizes you’re not put off by his gesture and smiles. “Of course.” He says, closing the door for you and coming around to the driver’s side.

“I’m surprised you don’t have the bike today.” You say, buckling yourself in as the truck comes to life in a surprisingly quiet rumble. “It’s a beautiful day out.”

“Yeah, I only have one helmet though.” He says, watching traffic for a second before pulling onto the road. “Someone read me the riot act for making her wear it, so I figured the truck was a better idea.”

“It… it’s a two-seater.” You say, feeling your face go hot. “Wouldn’t you have two helmets just for that reason?”

“Sabo won’t get on it under pain of death.” Ace explains with a smile. “Luffy’s banned from riding it because he wanted to stop for food one time and quite literally rubber banded us through traffic when I didn’t hear him. Fortunately, that was on a bicycle, and not the bike, but I’m not risking it.”

“Certainly, you’ve had, uh, someone…”

“You’re the first person to ride with me like that.”

“… Why is that embarrassing?” You mutter to yourself and hear Ace laugh.

“Sorry for laughing,” he says quickly when you pout at him. “You’re a natural though, we can go on another ride whenever you want. After I buy you a helmet.”

“I can buy my own.” You insist, wishing your heart would behave itself. You knew he was picking on you and flirting with you, and you had learned in college that flirting was something people did. So it didn’t necessarily mean anything, except after the camping experience you were pretty sure you weren’t the only one falling.

At least, you hoped such was the case.

“My bike, my rules.” Ace says, the smile on his face growing wider when you glare at him.

“Tyrant.” You say after a moment, smiling.

“Ruffian.” Ace corrects and you both laugh.

The ride home is comfortable. Ace talks to you about the guys at the station, how they’re looking forward to seeing you again. Thatch said he’d love for you to visit before your birthday – if for no other reason than he wants to talk to you about what kind of cake you’d like.

It felt like you had barely spent any time at all at the station and had already become friends with everyone there. The day was still a vivid and fond memory for you.

It might be the first year you would truly look forward to, and enjoy, your birthday.

“What a novel idea.” You say out loud.

“Hm?” Ace questions as he pulls into the driveway.

You wave your hand. “Oh, nothing. Just musing aloud.” You say as you undo your seatbelt and step out of the truck. “Does Luffy have his own car?”

“Luffy doesn’t have his own driver’s license.” Ace says. “He knows how to drive, in case of an emergency, we made sure of it, but the little gremlin can’t focus long enough to get through the test.”

“Even if you bribe him with meat?”

Ace sighs. “It ended up distracting him worse, cause he spent the whole time looking forward to it.” He laments with a shrug.

You laugh. “Sorry, ah, but that sounds very fitting. Poor Luffy.”

“Well, at least it didn’t cost him the EMT gig, and there’s designated drivers for the fire trucks. Even I don’t drive those.” Ace explains as you two get inside the house. “Most of the time it’s a division lead, but you don’t have to be the driver to be a lead, plus there’s always two or three backups in each division.”

“Not being able to drive to the site of the fire would be terribly embarrassing.” You admit.

Ace laughs. “According to Marco it actually happened once, and it was resolved because Pops picked up the fire truck and carried it to the location of the fire.”

Your eyes go wide, and your mouth goes slack. “Sorry, what?! How?! I mean, that’s incredible, but those trucks must weigh tons!”

“They do, Pops is just that strong.” Ace explains.

“I feel like you’re pulling my leg.”

“You’ll have to ask Marco when you see him next, but that’s the story as I know it.” He says with a smile. “I’m going to grab a shower, you okay?”

“Huh? Yeah, no – I’m okay. I’m a little nervous, but I don’t think Law will be here for another couple of hours at least.”

“Luffy says he doesn’t like bread, so if you’re planning on feeding him keep that in mind.” Ace says as he bounds up the stairs to take his shower.

You shake your head, looking away from the stairs and muttering to yourself that you absolutely could not invite yourself into the shower. For one, you hadn’t so much as kissed someone else, and there’s no way you’d survive any actions required in terms of showering with someone.

“There are proper steps to be followed.” You mutter, admonishing yourself for your thoughts quietly as you begin to take stock of what was available for dinner.

The first step was actually telling him that you liked him. Sabo had assured you that Ace was strong enough that you wouldn’t have to worry about either your station, or your mother, but also, you were living together. If you admitted your feelings to him, no matter how innocently, if they weren’t reciprocated then things would be awkward.

Probably not for very long. Ace seemed like the kind of person who could make anyone, and everyone feel comfortable and welcome around him, unless he truly disliked them. Plus, you were almost positive that your level of like was at least mutual.

It felt icky though, to say such things to someone, when you were technically already seeing someone else. Even if it wasn’t your own choice.

Suddenly, you found yourself even more irritated with your mother than ever before. It seemed so trivial too, compared to everything else, but it still stuck in the back of your mind and bothered you.

But it was too soon. Far too soon. You couldn’t tell someone you liked them after a mere month. Right? That was far too soon. Love at first sight – wait, no, no, love at first sight was the territory of fairy tales and trashy romance novels. This was life, and the feeling was like, not Love, and you couldn’t rush it.

Why couldn’t you rush it?

Because the real world didn’t work like that. Strangers across a room, stealing glances and tensions rise over pounding heartbeats. It didn’t work that way.

But… you weren’t strangers.

Nakama.

You shake your head again. It was reassuring, sure, but you needed to make dinner first. After that, or before it, you were going to be scanned. Somewhere in there you were going to have enough concerns on your plate that it wouldn’t be fair to Ace for you to say anything anyway.

What if you got worse? What if you died? You had always expected you would live a very short life, believing yourself to be chronically ill with an untreatable and incurable disease. Learning that it was your own mother poisoning you, did little to change the possibilities. Your mother may want you to survive to marry Prince Ichiji, but if your body suffered powerful withdrawal, there might not be anything anyone could do.

“When you’re deep in thought,” Ace says grabbing the knife you drop as you nearly leap out of your skin from the sound of him so close. “You really don’t notice much of anything, huh?”

“Apparently not!” You gasp, taking a flustered step back.

“Sorry. I called out a couple times, but you didn’t react.” Ace admits. His wet hair is sticking to his neck and face, a thick mess against his freckled skin. The t-shirt he’s wearing is clinging to him a bit from the dampness, and he’s in sweats now instead of shorts.

You take back the offered knife and turn your attention back to making dinner. “I guess living alone for so long I developed a habit.”

“You had your own dorm in college?”

“Apartment.” You correct. “Something appropriate for one of my station. Which is to say my parents bought the biggest small place they could find. As a disdained child I wasn’t given anything too nice, but as a noble I wasn’t denied luxury either.”

“Is… everything like that?”

“A mind game and or power struggle?” You prompt and Ace nods. “Yeah. There are some legitimate connections and friendships to be had. Plenty of younger nobility especially, are tired of the games, but enough of them thrive on it – live and die by it honestly, that it’s not going away anytime soon.”

Ace’s face crinkles in frustration. “I guess, I just expected a family would be united internally, you know? Like nakama, having each other’s backs against whatever is out there.”

“There is hierarchy in everything with nobility.” You look over at Ace and grin. “My parents thought they were punishing Sabo when they adopted Sterry. He’s the eldest, and that gave him certain privileges, but once Sterry entered the picture as heir apparent, he no longer had those privileges by default. If he wanted them, he’d need to earn them.

“But Sabo had no desire to earn anything. At least not from them.”

“And you?” Ace asks, and you look at him questioningly. “What sort of stuff did you get for being you?”

“… Oh! Oh, no, daughters don’t uh,” you laugh a little. “Sorry. A daughter’s only privilege is to be of use to the family as a bargaining chip. My only worth was in how alluring I could present myself. Poise, grace, enough intelligence to be useful, but not so much as to be challenging. My worth would be decided based on whoever I married.”

“Hah?” Ace looked confused and a little uncomfortable.

“Mm. As nobility I would’ve been a useless daughter if I married a noble of lower standing than my family. An acceptable daughter if I married nobles at or a little above us. I would be a worthy daughter if I married Ichiji, and my mother and father might actually die of joy if I were to marry a Celestial.” You explain, setting things to simmer and stepping back as you stood next to Ace by the breakfast bar.

“When things fall apart with Ichiji I’m sure they’ll have all sorts of awful words to hurl at me.” You say it with a smile, and it’s genuine. Now that you’re not living under the same roof, earning words of ire from your parents would be a treat. “Ah, it’s a shame they wouldn’t disown me for it.”

“That would solve a few problems, wouldn’t it?” Ace prompts. “Getting disowned, I mean.”

“Yeah, but they won’t disown me for rejecting Ichiji.” You admit. “If it turns out I’m cursed, then they will. It… irritates me that I would be disowned for something I cannot control, and not disowned for something I would’ve done intentionally.”

“I think I get what you mean.” Ace says. “What if you dated someone who was cursed?”

It takes everything you have to keep your body under control with the warm shiver that slips down your spine. You couldn’t stop the smile that pulled at the corners of your mouth, and so you licked your lips to break it, and let slip a small nervous laugh.

“Ah, haa… um.” You look up at him and look away almost immediately. The flirty look in his eyes, that crooked grin, you’re going to just melt on the spot. “Ah, not to ruin a mood, but they’d be more likely to try and get rid of you then they would do anything to me.”

Ace puts a hand on the counter behind you, leaning down a little. You almost want to run away before you just spontaneously combust on the spot, but you couldn’t move if you wanted to. The scent of his shower still lingers around him, and it’s dragging your brain in several different directions.

 “I didn’t say me, I just said someone who was cursed.” He points out, his voice is lower and softer than usual. Even if you can’t see the devilish smile, you know it has to be there. His hand reaches for your hair, but he stops himself, and your earlier thoughts return.

Too soon?

Not too soon?

What was time but the relativistic—no, wait.

“I… um,” you hear the latch to the front door and nearly leap out of your skin. “Watch-that-for-me-thank-you.” You say hastily and nearly run from the kitchen. You don’t want Sabo to see you so flustered, he’d never let you live it down.

“Don’t tell me you’re cooking.” Sabo says to Ace as he and Luffy come into the kitchen.

“I’m not. Just watching the pot.” Ace answers. “Wanna keep an’ eye on it? I wanna dry my hair a little bit more, before this shirt really gets soaked.”

“You should dry that mop when you get out of the shower.” Sabo grumbles, shooing Ace away. “Not twenty minutes later.”

“It’s not a mop.” He insists, stepping out of the kitchen and heading upstairs.

After a few minutes to compose yourself, you returned to the kitchen and continued cooking. You ended up making curry beef for the boys, and some tuna and salmon rice balls for the doctor. Law arrived just as you were sitting down to eat, and after making sure it was okay to eat first, the five of you sat down to a meal.

It had simply worked out that you were sitting across from Ace during the meal, and you almost would’ve rather had sat next to him. It was hard to miss how often your eyes found one another’s from across the table like this.

“These are really good.” Law says after a few bites.

“Ah, thank you. I had to attend a few classes on cooking when I started college, it’s nice to know they paid off.” You answer with a smile.

“(Y/N) cooks almost as good as Sanji.” Luffy says. He’s spent the entire meal singing the praises of everyone at the table between stuffing his face. It was a testament to his kindness how highly he thought of his nakama.

“You only say that because I give you extra bits of meat.” You tease, and Luffy turns to you with tears in his eyes.

“You do?”

You can’t help the laugh that escapes you. “Every time.”

His arms stretch out and he pulls you over to him in a hug as you and your chair are pulled across the table. You let out a small squeak as Luffy hugs you. He’s blubbering something about how kind you are, and how delicious your food is, and he’s sorry he can’t say it’s better than Sanji’s, but it is really good, and all you can do is laugh.

With your arms pinned in the hug you can’t even cover your face in embarrassment.

“Lu-Luffy, thank you – thank you, but I can’t eat like this.” You manage after his tears start to subside.

Luffy continues to half-cry and half-mumble a bit, but Sabo and Ace come over and help him untangle himself from you. You didn’t expect him to be quite so touched about a few extra pieces of meat, but you thought maybe you could afford to give him even more in the future.

With the excitement of dinner concluded, you lay down on the couch, and Law uses his curse to scan you again.

“Chopper said your mother sent you new medication.” Law says, eyes focused on whatever his ability lets him see.

“Yes. I was able to give him some of it during lunch today.” You answer.

“Did your mother indicate anything specific about it?”

“She knew.” Sabo answers. There’s anger in his voice that almost makes you flinch, even though it wasn’t directed at you. “She knew it was poison and she did all but say so. She stated that (Y/N) would become more energetic, and need less sleep.”

“Would, huh?” Law clarifies.

“Yes. Not should, not if all goes well, but would.” Sabo’s snapping his words off at the bones like you had been the day before.

Law’s power fades and he helps you sit up, checking your pupils’ reaction with a pen light. It struck you as wildly mundane compared to everything else he had done.

“Dizzy?” He questions.

“No.”

He straightens up and takes a couple steps back so he can see the whole room. “The concentration is less, but not by a lot. It’s leaving you slowly, as I expected. Take it easy this weekend, you can cook meals and run errands, go see movies and stuff like that, but no hiking, dancing, strenuous exercise, that sort of thing. Keep it medium low at the most.

“As long as you continue to detox without any negative side effects, I’d like to come back Tuesday or Wednesday and try to remove some of it more directly.”

“Will we need to be at the hospital again?” You ask.

“We can, if you’re more comfortable there, but it won’t be strictly required.”

“Oh, no, here’s fine, if that’s okay.”

“It is. Dr. Chopper will be accompanying me.” He turns toward Ace. “I heard from Crocus you work at the station with Marco?”

“Yeah, I do.” Ace answers. “Want me to have him over that night too?”

“Please.” Law says with a nod. “Marco’s curse works well in tandem with mine, and it’ll be a good safety net to have.”

“Consider it done then.” Ace says with a smile.

 “As before, call me if anything changes unexpectedly.”

You nod. “Of course, thank you.”

Luffy and Sabo escort Law out, and you sink into the couch with a sigh.

“You alright?” Ace asks quietly. His gaze is down the hall, watching Sabo, Luffy and Law.

“Yeah. It’s just… scary? Frustrating? … Very emotionally charged.” You say finally, nodding your head when you settled on the words that fit best. “There’s too much to it, and I don’t know if I’ll ever untangle it all. But right now? Like, right now now? It’s scary.

“I keep expecting my body to just… give out. Or something equally uncontrollable.” You admit quietly.

Ace looks like he wants to comfort you, but he can’t seem to think of the right words or gestures, and the two of you sit in silence for a moment before Sabo and Luffy return.

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Nat

Ship: Aniol West & Nathan Wallace (Platonic?), Pavi Largo x Aniol West

Word Count: 666

Summary: After waking up from another modification surgery, Aniol is visited by Nathan and Pavi. CWs for surgery/hospital mentions, canon-typical suggestiveness, death and illness mentions, gore mentions kind of.

Tag List: @canongf @futurewife

Aniol blinked as feeling slowly pulsed into their body once more. By the bright lights dazzling their gaze and the soft beeping nearby, they knew they were coming out of a successful modification surgery; installing translucent plates into parts of their body to show off customised entrails and gilded bones. Their eyelids fluttered shut once more, and when they came around again, they were in a less bright room and a more comfortable bed.

They sighed and flexed their fingers, knowing better than to try and do anything more. Still, curious as to how things turned out, he cautiously lifted up the blankets and began rolling up the thin hospital gown that shielded his bandages from the elements, only to be interrupted by the door opening. Aniol froze and directed his attention toward the figure entering the room, a soft smile quickly coming to his features.

“Nathan.”

The bespectacled man with greying hair smiled back, placing a bouquet of dried scarlet pimpernels and delphiniums on the bedside table.

“How’re you feeling?” He asked, his voice just louder than a whisper.

“Groggy. A little sore. Nothing unexpected.”

His brows knit together. “Sore?”

Aniol laughed quietly, settling deeper against the mattress and pillow beneath him. “You know I always ask for a little less Zydrate than recommended. Pain is… a delicious thing, Nat.”

“Hmm.”

“What brings you here? I mean, I know I told you about my upcoming surgery, but I didn’t expect you… or the flowers.”

“I was in the area, and somebody was selling them outside. I thought you’d appreciate them.”

Aniol and Nathan’s hands curled together. “They’re very nice. Thank you, Nathan.” He exhaled through his nose, letting a beat of silence pass as he closed his eyes. “How’s your daughter?”

Nathan briefly squeezed their hand. “Holding on.”

“That’s good.”

“She looks more like Marni every day.”

Aniol said nothing, though opened his eyes when the door opened once more. Nathan looked over his shoulder and immediately slipped his hand out of Aniol’s.

“I should leave…” He muttered, embarrassed, as Pavi stood across from him, a slightly surprised expression on his face.

“Take care,” Aniol spoke as Nathan walked away, moving quickly past the son of his boss. As soon as he was gone, Pavi immediately dragged up the heavy chair from the foot of the bed, sitting down with his elbows on his bouncing knees and his chin in his hands.

“Did you two fuck???” His eyes sparkled as he asked the daring question.

“Good morning to you, too, Pavi. Maybe we did. Maybe we didn’t.”

Pavi scoffed, thoroughly enjoying this presumed discovery as he pressed on in an excited hiss, “Angel, he’s old enough to be your father!”

Aniol turned his head toward them. “How old’s his daughter… seventeen, right? I’m at least ten years older than that, Pavi.”

“You are still basically half his age,~” Pavi sing-songed before laughing. “Ooh, I learn more about your habits every day! And how scandalous, doing it with a man who killed his wife! While dating me!”

“I thought you said we aren’t dating?” Aniol raised a brow, internally amused at Pavi’s reaction. “Besides, that whole dead wife thing was an accident… and I’m not ‘doing it’ with him.”

Pavi waved his hand dismissively. “Are, aren’t, che importa! You really believe a highly skilled surgeon turned Repoman killed his wife accidentally?”

“Pavi, he’s only human. Nat was already overworked trying to find a cure for Marni’s illness, it was inevitable that he could’ve overlooked something.”

“Oh you are so carino.~” He laughed again. “Nat! Oh please, a nickname like that just proves you gave him some of your own ‘medicine.’”

Aniol hummed. “Pavi, I’m tired. I need to conserve energy so my body accepts these plates, you know.”

“Poo, you’re no fun.” Pavi stood, tracing their lips with his thumb. They opened their mouth and he stuck it in, savouring the slick warmth with a smirk. “Let me know if he wants a threesome sometime, giusto?”

[lavender-z-love]

Lelouch Vi Britannia X Black.FemReader

Reminiscence

🤍 Genre: Romance, Strangers to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Fluff.

🤍 Warnings: Form of Manipulation, Forgetfulness, Spoilers for R2, potential spelling errors. (If more, let me know.)

🤍 A/n: So, in this Code Geass Scenario, You possess a geass that manipulates plants. You and Lelouch at this time had your memories erased. Lelouch's soon gaining his memories back attempts to bring you, his best friend back as well.

🤍 Another A/n: Ugh! This was so fun to write! I love me some Lulu, there might be a Part 2! Once again! SPOILER WARNINGS ⚠️

🤍 Wordcount: 2,580k

The classroom was quiet with slight scribble noises. You all were testing, your shared desk was with a student you hadn't seen for a while. Her name..you couldn't remember it. You two had been good friends up until now. She had red hair, and was known to not be at school for a while due to her illness. She was such a quiet girl, looked fragile like a piece of glass.

The school bell rang signaling that the testing was now over and the classes were dismissed. Of course, You packed your things and get ready to leave. Not the school just yet, you loved to just sit atop of the school. You tended to love the fresh air you could get especially from high up.

As you stood up from your chair, you'd made your way to the door. In the process accidentally running into..him. Something felt like you knew him for a while, didn't help that you two had interactions lately. "I apologize, I should've been careful where I was looking." He bowed at you, which made you a bit nervous. You grabbed him by the shoulders to pull him back standing up straight. "Please, There's no need for that. It was an accident." He scratched the back of his neck, thinking of his next set of words.

Just a few desks away, a pair of eyes observed the two of you. He didn't like what was happening, the two of you were separated for a reason, though seemed like fate keeps bringing you two back together. The king would not like to hear about this one bit! The last few words exchanged between you and the boy who'd just bumped into you. He waved at you, exiting the classroom. Leaving you with your Friend, Suzaku Kururugi.

"Y/n." Your name was called in a stern voice. Turning around to see your friend with a semi-serious face. Though, he still wanted to keep the atmosphere nice and light.

You walked over to him,"Did you need something?"

He nodded,"Just- couldn't help but notice something. Do you mind meeting me on the roof?" You told him you've got plenty of time and that you didn't mind at all! "Thats good, meet me there in a few minutes. I have something to do really quickly."

On your way up to the roof, something seemed..off. Like your reality was deforming or disoriented. Your vision was starting to blurr. Did someone drug me? You thought to yourself. Until your thoughts were interrupted by a giggle. "No, Y/n.

Suddenly the roof doors opened with a gust of wind rushing through. You covered your face with your arms, protecting your eyes from the dirt and debris which flew through the door. Once the wind calmed down, you peaked past your wrists. The sunlight burning your eyes just a bit but not too much to where you couldn't make out a figure standing in front of you.

This girl- she looked like a being from another world. She wore a white suit, looks similar to a straitjacket. Her Lime green hair trailed down her back stopping at her tail bone. "Don't you wish to come back home? Y/n?"

"W-Who are you?" She looked a little remorseful, her green eyes dulled with sadness. So you really were gone? Your memories were not present. She remained silent, extending her hand out to you waiting for you to take it. Something about her- did you know this woman? She couldn't have been much older than you, she looked so young.

Regardless, your hand seemed to have a mind of its own. Slowly pulling itself to this girls hand. At first it was Like something was forcing your hand to complement hers. Then you were hesitant and as your hand almost meeting hers, you were interrupted-

"Y/n!" You gasped hearing a familiar voice, then you remembered Suzaku asked you to meet him at the roof top! Turning around you watched Suzaku make his way up the stairs. A little conflicted about whether to show Suzaku the girl or not you turned back to look at the doors. She was gone.

Suzaku caught up to you,"Hey! Everything alright Y/n?" You nodded,"Yes, Of course-" He must have not seen her? How strange and where on earth could she have disappeared to in such a short amout of time? Was she hiding from Suzaku? Why did she just disappear like that? You were asking questions, about the recent even that had just taken place in your head.

You were brought back to by Suzaku taking your hand and guiding you to a bench nearby. "Um Suzaku?" His hands slid a little far back behind him, he used them as support for the way he was sitting. He looked at you, something a bit off in his eyes. Like you were in trouble?

"Are you friends with..L̶e̶l̶o̶u̶c̶h̶?"

"Who?" Suzaku's eyes squinted, as he glared at you. He was so sure that you knew who he was talking about.

"Oh surly you know, Tall, slender..shoulder-Lelouch brown hair? Purple eyes..."

"Oh!"

Suzaku smiled,"Yeah!". Though inside he was thinking about what to do about this. They had torn you two apart from another Only for your forgotten identities to now befriend eachother! What now!? You reached into your bag to get your bento out,"Ah! Is that what his name is?"

Suzaku nodded,"L̶e̶l̶o̶u̶c̶h̶ L̶a̶m̶p̶e̶r̶o̶u̶g̶e̶."

"Mm..what an interesting name, is he foreign?" Seems like everything is okay, memory wise. Well for you in anyway. He hadn't checked on L̶e̶l̶o̶u̶c̶h̶'s memories.

"He's sweet."

"You mean-"

"Yes, he helped me with the books I had to carry to the Library this morning. We had a little chat then, but It wasn't anything important."

Suzaku's face showed joy, deep down he was still a bit suspicious. Yes L̶e̶l̶o̶u̶c̶h̶ knew it was risky, Though he needed to get close to you to see exactly where your memories had left off due to being erased. Seeing that now Suzaku was your best friend, it wasnt going to be easy to be around you.

"Yes, Yes. L̶e̶l̶o̶u̶c̶h̶ Is a gentleman. Though thats something I wanted to talk to you about-" You grabbed a rice ball before taking a bite, your ears were open to what Suzu was soon going to say. "L̶e̶l̶o̶u̶c̶h̶...Hes a little- off."

"Off? How so?"

"Knowing him for some time now. He's a bit strange, unhinged... Yes he has friends but they dont know this."

"How are you able to get this info?"

"Because Of my position as a Knight of Seven." You chuckled, realizing what a ridiculous question that was.

"Ahah..Yes, that does make sense you have access to these things."

Suzaku chuckles,"Yes of course, I also know that he-" Suzaku's phone rings, notifying him that he had to leave. Suzu picks up the phone answering with a few; 'Mhm' 'Yeah' 'Alright'. He stood up taking your hand,"My apologies- Y/n..Duty calls."

He brought your hand up to his lips, placing a kiss upon it. Looking up at you with his emerald eyes. You weren't gonna lie- he kinda gave you butterflies. "Just..Be careful around L̶e̶l̶o̶u̶c̶h̶. He's not fully in his right mind."

Suzaku bowed before taking off. "Hm..Crazy to think, that sweet person is actually not as he seems.." 'He's not fully in his right mind' You wondered how? In what way. You finished with your lunch, packing your things in your bag you made your way down the roof. In the process you'd run into Rolo. "Afternoon Y/n",he says in a monotoned voice. Looked like he was rather annoyed, he didn't want to run into but at the same time had a message to give you.

"That damn woman wants something of you and my brother." Rolo grimaced, he took off.. "W-Wait! Rolo!" You sighed, whats with him? 'Does he have some sort of problem with me?' You thought to yourself, for the short amout of time you've known Rolo, he gives you some annoyed look. Especially when you were around...Him.

The second you stepped out those doors, your eyes locked with her..

"You- how did you."

The air seemed to slow down, time stopped and everything was silent. What is this? Why does it feel like you've been here before, in some sort of void?

"I apologize for our short lived meeting, but now-",she slowly began to take large strides in your direction. Her green eyes began to glow with red rings around them. "Let me bring you back." Your body had a mind of its own now. You attempted to move back and away her only for you to be fighting against some invisible force. "Come back home..Y/n."

"W-wait... S-stop." Her hands latch onto yours, caressing your tanned skin. Her slim fingers tickle small arm hairs you have as they slide their way up your arm and grasp your shoulders. Now that your body was in her grasp, there was no getting put of this..Force. Still though; there was a resistance within you. "Y/n, Stop fighting it. You're still fighting."

There was another voice- your eyes looked past the woman to see him. "L̶e̶l̶o̶u̶c̶h̶..", She called out to him. The strange woman. He watched the both of you with a look of uncertainty. She whispered somethings, so quietly it was unaudible. That was when she leaned in- the mark on her head revealing itself as a gust of wind brushes her bangs out of her face. Red hue of the mark began to glow brightly almost blinding you!

She pulled back, leaving a tingling feeling on your forehead. Finally being able to move your body you push past her. Wiping your forhead, you scowled,"Ugh! Who the hell do you think you are! Do you realize I can report you C2!" Your fists ball up as you quickly rush away flustered. A trail of vegetation following you as you walked- The two gasped, surprised at what you just said. "C2?! You remember her name?"

Still flustered at the heat of the moment you turned to them,"Why would I not know your name? Of course I know who you are! What is with you two?!" C2 and L̶e̶l̶o̶u̶c̶h̶ looked at one another then back at you. "You- remember her? Who am I?" "L̶e̶l̶o̶u̶c̶h̶ L̶a̶m̶p̶e̶r̶o̶u̶g̶e̶, my classmate." C2 gains L̶e̶l̶o̶u̶c̶h̶'s attention, pointing to the beautiful vegetation that had been on your trail. Thats when they knew, there was hope. You weren't completely gone.

"It hasn't worked completely, you need to do your part L̶e̶l̶o̶u̶c̶h̶."

Oh no, you didn't like the sound of that. You quickly turned and marched off,"Whatever you two are doing I dont want to be apart of. Especially You L̶e̶l̶o̶u̶c̶h̶, You damn Britannian. Stay away from me." A sharp pain plunged through the boy's heart. You didn't care where L̶e̶l̶o̶u̶c̶h̶ was from, what ethnicity, what his background was. You loved him for him, but they both knew you weren't completely there. You were reprogrammed by...his bastard father and the one who sold L̶e̶l̶o̶u̶c̶h̶ out- who had betrayed him.

Currently, you were well...In a deep sleep waiting to be woken up. And that was the plan, to awaken you. You could hear subtle yet loud footsteps behind you.

"Stop Y/n." A hand tightly latches onto your wrist forcing you to spin, facing him.

"Don't touch me!"

"Y/n hear me out-"

"No!",you exclaimed, attempting to pull away. That didn't work, you even tried to rip his tiny fingers off your wrist one by one. What you didn't pay attention to was you were being backed up into a tree.

"Suzaku..He was right- You are crazy. Let me go right now." He thought to himself holding you there..maybe- maybe there was something off with him. Why has he felt this way about someone, everyone until now was just a pawn in his game and now.. You had to come along and ruin everything. Though, he knew what he wanted. For you to remember, to come back to him, to feel loved, to experience it with you.

Not only that but he felt like he was in debt to you. Getting you involved in all this Black Knights revolution. It wasn't fair to you. His purple eyes looked down on you, with your wrists in his hands, all he could do was chuckle.. "Yeah, maybe I am crazy-" A red hue began to absorb the purple within his eyes showing a strange symbol,"I'm crazy about you, Y/n."

So much to think about, everything comes piling back to you like a rushing train. Your wrists were now released as they cup this man's face. The tree you were temporarily against was no longer behind you, rather you two were falling. So slowly what seemed like. What is because you were remembering everything? What was it..this man. You remembered! His name. What used to be so foreign to you was now so familiar.

"Lelouch"

Thats what it was! My best friend! Your back finally hitting a bed of flowers as Lelouch pulls away. Your face deeply flushed with a beautiful rouge color similar to red wine. The vines of the flowers wrapped around one another creating hearts as you stared up at the man on top of you. "L-Lelouch?!"

His brown hair flowing softly in the wind, as he looked down upon your form. That dazed expressed like youd just woken up, the flowers in your curly hair, your eyes a bright purple with your geass code shining through. The vegetation was a dead give away you were completely back. Lelouch smiled, with slightly watery eyes. "Good morning, My princess."

Your vision began to blurr, remembering what happened. "I- said those bad things..a while ago-" Lelouch interrupts you with a finger placed to your lips. "It's not your fault Y/n, you were being manipulated." Your hands find themselves cupping his face, then on his shoulders. Your vines created from your geass, cause flowers to bloom out of control.

How embarrassing..this isn't something friends usually would do. Rest on top of one another while the one below clings to the one on top. "Lelouch, Thank you." "Please, don't thank me. You shouldn't thank me." Lelouch's hand clasps onto yours, dragging it towards his lips. Mumbling against your palm.

"I should be apologizing, for getting you involved in my affairs." He kissed your delicate skin before pulling away.

The vines were growing at a tremendous rate, Popping up everywhere, showing how flustered you were. More hearts created from the tangles of the vines. Lelouch eyes shift to the cute shapes being formed by your powers. He smiles, he loves it- just like you.

"No, I knew the consequences. I was fully aware-",you chuckled as your cheeks hurt from being flustered,"I just didn't expect my memories to get erased.."

"I'm glad I could bring you back, Y/n."

"Me too..So glad." You two, hypnotized by another. For a while, you just needed to look at him. You look around, no one in sight,"Lelouch..Ah I think we should..probably um." Lelouch still on top of you,"Oh ahaha..Right, my apologies." Lelouch stands up lending a hand to you.

"Y/n, go home, I left you a special phone. I should warn you I am being monitored and you as well."

"What?"

"We don't have much time. Rolo's ability should be stopping anytime soon. I'll give you the details."

Good news, Your memories had returned. Bad news..You were in need of recent events.

Written December 15th