#chase young x ooc

[barleyo]

If ur in twd fandom I would loveee a Daryl dixon age gap fic!! Just him being disgusting over taking her first time? Just a major power imbalance between them. Dont do this if ur uncomfy ofc!! Stay safe bookie <33

Men Who Are Older.

Daryl Dixon X F! Reader (smut)

A/N: cried happy tears at this request, i LOVE daryl, he's so yummy. dirty old men foreverrrrr!!! i haven't seen all of twd and it's been a while since i've watched it, so this could be super ooc for all i know!! sorry it's short, i wanted to get all my ideas down quickly :3

Tags: LARGE age gap (18-19 and late 40-ish), power imbalance, coercion, p in v, loss of virginity, allusion to anal, creepy old man behavior (ugh i luv it)

Wordcount: 1.2k

You found yourself often visiting Daryl in his tent later in the night when you couldn't sleep. He tried to act like it annoyed him, like your presence was a nuisance to him, but it wasn't. You weren't the most irritating person he had to deal with day-to-day. You were polite enough for your age, you didn't mess around and snoop through his shit. You didn't judge him.

Most importantly, though, you were attractive. There wasn't much hot, young tail to chase around the camp. He liked to think you were his reward for living through hell every day. Nothing like eye candy at the end of the night to ease a hardened man's stress.

It was like most nights when you entered his tent, not bothering to announce yourself. Daryl looked up from the pocket knife he had been mindlessly flicking to eye you down. 

"Shouldn't you be in bed by now?" 

"Yeah, right," you said, taking a casual seat on his bedroll. "What're you doing?"

He clicked his tongue at you on his bed, but sighed and ignored it. "Nothing. Too damn late to do anythin' important."

"Want to chit-chat, then?" You rested your hands on your knees, hoping he would soothe your boredom.

"Do I wanna 'chit-chat'?" Daryl flicked his knife closed and tucked it in his back pocket. "If you wanna chat, why don't you go do it with someone else? You don't have friends your age?" 

"I used to." He didn't say anything, just flattened his mouth at your rebuttal. "We're friends though, aren't we?"

Crossing his arms, he let out a hum. "Whatever you want, kid. Sure. We're real pals."

You spoke about whatever came to your mind for the next however-many minutes with him. Mostly just you babbling on, but it didn't bother him. You could run off at your mouth all you wanted, gave him all the excuse to stare you down and look a little too closely at places he knew he shouldn't.

Eventually, you got on the topic of things you missed about life before. Things you wished you got to experience, things you were slowly starting to forget about.

"I didn't even get to properly lose my virginity before this shit took over," you complained, now laying on Daryl's bed like it was your own. "It really bites, man." 

His eyes widened a bit, arms falling to his legs from their crossed position. 

"Wait, what'd y'say?" 

"Huh? Oh, I didn't get to have sex with anyone before the outbreak," you repeated, not caring to turn to face him while you spoke. "Sometimes, I wonder if I'll die before I get any." 

So many things rushed through Daryl's head at that moment. A virgin? You? It wasn't exactly surprising, you weren't old enough for it to be a shocking thing to hear, but the thought really intrigued him. Made him wonder.

It gave him an idea, and lord knows dirty, old men have even dirtier ideas stewing in their minds.

"That bother you?" 

You finally turned your head over to look at him, eyes looking conflicted.

"I guess, a little. There are bigger things to worry about, but I feel like I'm missing out," you said while trying your best to sound nonchalant. "It's not much of a priority, under the circumstances, you know."

Oh, how wrong you were. It very much was a priority, an urgent one at that. 

"Never know. Could happen, if y'really wanted. Don't rule it out completely," he advised, wiping his face with the back of his palm. "Maybe some younger man might find his way here. Could be an opportunity." 

"Nah, I couldn't go for that. I don't wanna be inexperienced and have to deal with an equally inexperienced guy too. That'd be like hell," you joked.

"Sounds like you want an older man, then."

He called on every guardian angel he had in that moment, praying for you to take the bait. Just one chance, damn it, he wasn't asking for much.

"Yeah, guess so." You made eye contact with him for a brief second, before flitting your eyes around in embarrassment. "Listen, it's getting late, I should go." You pushed yourself up, ready to head back to your family.

Daryl stood from his seat and grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer to him.

"I don't mind," he said, dancing around the answer to the question you didn't yet ask. "I know my fair share."

"Those don't sound like sounds a virgin'd make," he teased. He loved how you sounded. Straight from a porno, just shameless cries and squeals. "You sure you ain't did this before?"

He watched the back of your head shake 'no' while his hand guided along the arch in your spine. Took you a while to learn to keep your head down and ass up, but damn it if you didn't put the knowledge to work quickly.

"Am I supposed to be dizzy?" you asked, voice muffled by the blankets under you.

Daryl chuckled softly, slamming your hips back on him. "Yeah, if the guy's doin' it right. Feel good?"

Your hands clenched the fabric you were laying on, digging into it roughly.

"I think? I—I dunno, 's just so much."

Being the man he was, Daryl took that as a challenge. He flipped you over on your back, cock still rocking into you. He sped up, letting his movements get sharper. 

"C'mon," he muttered gruffly, trying to urge you to place your legs on his shoulders, "you gonna be this much of a problem for the next guy?"

You gave your weak legs a kick, wrapping them around his neck so the shaking wouldn't roll them off his shoulders. 

"No, no," you whined, groping your tits to keep your hands busy, "don't want another guy. He won't be as good as you, Dar." 

How the hell could a few little words get him ramped up even more? He knew you probably didn't mean it, horny girls said whatever their pussies wanted them to say, but the way he fucked you made you believe your own words.

"Yeah? I ruined ya for other guys already?" 

The stark difference between his now softer tone and rougher thrusts confused your brain in the best ways possible. You couldn't focus on just one aspect of him: Daryl was everywhere. In your brain, in your heart, in the very blood flowing through your veins— and, of course, inside of you. 

It was too much, all of it. 

Your walls clamped tightly over him, sucking him in like a vacuum. The clenching of your walls over his dick sent him over the edge, barely leaving him enough time to pull out. He bit the back of his hand, stifling a moan while he jerked himself the rest of the way off, coating your tired pussy with his cum. 

"You didn't cum inside, did you?" You sat up quickly, scooting back a bit. 

Daryl let out a huff. "I'm not an amateur, I know how to pull out."

"Just checking," you mumbled, lying back down on his bedroll, head nuzzling into the pillow.

You felt his dick push up against your ass, prodding between your cheeks.

"I could show you a way that'll make sure no idiot douchebags get ya knocked up," he offered, head desperately tapping against your asshole, "if you want."

A soft sigh came from your chest as you pushed your ass back on him.

"You're an eager teacher, y'know."

[xxmrs-waynexx]

Young Again

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x wife!reader (batmom)

Warnings: Fluff, comfort, Bruce is slightly OOC but it's for the plot.

Ever since Bruce came back from his latest mission, you tried your best to help him relax. He was always on edge and very clearly tense. This man was not doing okay this time around and it was stressing you out too. No matter how hard you tried, all the noises, movement, and whatever else happening in the manor was just too much for him. You assumed that whatever had happened with Scarecrow must’ve had something to do with fear toxin. 

So, you confided in Alfred. Who else would know your husband better than yourself? The two of you sat outside drinking tea and chatting.

“I just don’t know what else to do. He can’t stay in the cave all day planning and checking every news source for trouble, but he also isn’t able to help with the chaos of all the kids,” you explained.

Alfred thought for a moment before sighing, “Why don’t you two stay home tomorrow? I will go out with the young ones and be back by dinner time.” The older man gave you a kind and reassuring smile. “He will be back to himself before we know it. I have learned that sometimes the best way to make any progress is to take a break. Especially for master Bruce.”

And so you did. The next morning, you were sure to let Bruce sleep in. You didn’t mind being held for a bit longer than usual. By lunchtime, you two had finally pulled yourselves out of bed. It had been months since you’d last cooked. Usually, you helped Alfred but being on the PTA for your kids’ school was getting very busy as it neared winter break.

Cooking was something you used to do with Bruce in college. It used to be a fun bonding activity for you two in the communal kitchen in your dorm building. You’d avoided asking him if he wanted to since you knew he had a lifetime ban, courtesy of Alfred.

As you looked in the pantry, Bruce came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. “I just had the greatest idea on earth,” he mumbled in his deep, sleepy voice.

“Listen, if this is about your plan for Penguin, I already told you that it was good and that-”

“No,” he chuckled softly. “I think we should cook dinner for the family. They’ve probably had a long day and it’s the least we can do.”

His smile is what made you agree. You knew the reasoning was far beyond what he said. He wanted to relive the ‘good old days.’ And if Alfred wasn’t home to tell him no?

____

The kitchen was an absolute disaster. Dishes and ingredients were scattered all over the countertops. You did your best to help keep things in order, but you did have a little enjoyment for the chaos. Your combined laughter filled the kitchen and it was like you two were young and new to each other again.

“Okay, Bruce, now the flour. Not too much. Just use what’s left of the bag in there,” you said, back turned to his figure looking into the pantry.

“There’s just the unopened sack,” he said gruffly, pulling it out of the pantry and slamming it on the counter.

“...Alfred would buy the biggest bag known to man,” you let out a soft chuckle. However, upon turning around, you saw that perhaps slamming a bag of flour onto the counter was not quite the best idea. “Bruce!” Your eyes were wide with both amusement and shock.

Bruce stood in front of you, eyes squeezed shut, covered in flour. “I didn’t think-”

“No, you didn’t,” you laughed. You grabbed a wet cloth and began wiping off his face.

He wrapped his arms around you and you screamed, “NO! Bruce!” 

He chased you around the kitchen with flour in his hands, ready to throw when close enough. “Why do you get to stay clean and I don’t?” He asked, grinning like a madman. This was done with the same amount of energy as your yearly snowball fights- though usually you were on his side.

Once you realized the kitchen was too small to stay away from him, you bolted to the family room. “Bruce! Stop!” your laughs clouded your shouts. “You’re crazy!”

“Yeah?” he stalked you through the living room, the flour in his hands getting everywhere.

“Alfred is going to kill us- No, you,” you laughed.

“Who cares? It was fun. I feel young again,” he told you finally reaching you. He had you cornered between a bust of who-knows-who-that-guy-was and the wall.

Dinner was going to be fun.

[runningfrom2am]

leveling the playing field VIII

summary: you didn't meet the requirements for the plinth prize, only to find out that you're not just missing out on that- you're missing out on the opportunity of a lifetime. your friend wants to help, because maybe you can help each other.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 3.2k

tags/warnings: capitol brat!reader, maybe slightly ooc coryo, idk i tried my best. do they love each other or hate each other? who knows (we do, kind of). abuse, so read with caution!! also a little bit of swearing but that's neither here nor there

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a/n: omg so this is the final part of the first like, section of this story! i probably should have not called them parts bc idk what to do for the second like.. bit. season? maybe?) yeah sure, season two coming soon!! lol

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You hear footsteps and turn around in the seat, hoping desperately that it's Coryo, and you are relieved to see that it finally is. He had been gone for close to an hour. You stand quickly, going to meet him halfway, what you had to tell him couldn't wait. "Coryo," You say quickly, before launching into the full story. "Lucy Gray came back, the others were chasing her and she hid in that vent and she's still in there, they're trying to figure out how to get in. She's stuck."

You follow him back to the desk, his eyes wide now too. "That's good... I think that's good." He's scanning the arena again, as if there's any inch of it he hasn't committed to memory, trying to see if there was any way Dr. Gaul's snakes could reach her in the vent you pointed to.

"No, no it's not good because I don't think there's another way out of that one except the way she came in." You dig into your bag as it hangs at his side, pulling out the notebook that you drew the map in. "Yeah, look- it's pinched off about thirty feet in." You point to the page, holding it out for him to see.

"She just has to wait them out." He insists, pushing your hand down. "Put that away- you shouldn't have that."

Why is he so calm about this? Lucy Gray was trapped, and this time there was nothing either of you could do to help her. "Yeah, but that's not going to work for much longer." You say, watching as the three make a plan to push her farther into the vent and try and get her out from the bottom.

Hurriedly, you close your notebook and put it away so you don't have to look away for long.

"Just a little longer, Lucy Gray..." Coryo mutters to himself and grips onto your hand at his side. At this, you reach across your body and rub his arm with your free hand. His whole future could collapse in a matter of moments if Lucy Gray doesn't survive. Yours could too. But as you watch Coral thrust her weapon up into the pipes that you know Lucy Gray is inside, you flinch, not knowing how much longer Lucy Gray can hold out.

You can't even process what is happening to Treech and the outcries of his mentor and people in the theatre, wondering what happened to him as he collapses with a bloody nose. You knew, so you avoided even looking in their direction as Lucy Gray tumbled from the now shredded vent, landing directly on top of Coral before making a run for it. You're sure Coriolanus isn't even breathing.

You aren't either when every one of the tributes freezing and the wind starts whipping Lucy Gray's hair around her face and her dress around her sides. Everyone watches as a large tank is lowered into the arena and dropped delicately on top of the pile of debris in the center.

"What is that?" You wonder out loud, and Coryo just shakes his head as you look up at him.

"C'mon Lucy Gray, get out of there..."

"Wouldn't it be funny if it was candy?" Lucky jokes and you stifle a laugh.

At this moment, the young girl from District Eight wanders out into the clearing, pale and skinny. "Is it over?" She asks no one in particular, making your smile fade.

"Wovey..." Reaper warns her from where he's kneeling next to the bodies he had covered with the flag.

"Can we go home now?" You clutch your hand back to your chest as she walks toward the tank- you don't know what was in the tank, but you know it wouldn't be good.

"Wovey." He warns again, more stern this time with a slight shake of his head.

The tank starts to splinter, cracking steadily along all sides until it bursts open. You gasp at the amount of snakes that come out. A wave of moving, rainbow destruction crashes over the floor and completely engulfs the little girl in a fraction of a second, as everyone else starts to run.

As Lucy Gray and Coral make a break for the walls, trying to get up to the stands, Reaper seems to just accept his fate. You feel... bad. He could have taken your offer made days before, he could be winning right now. At least he and Wovey didn't suffer.

As Lucy Gray pushes herself backward up the pile of rubble away from the fast moving snakes, Coral starts speaking to her. You can't hear what she's saying, but you can see she's crying- maybe pleading for Lucy Gray's help, maybe just saying her goodbyes to this world. It didn't matter, Lucy Gray was the last one alive as Coral's body got surrounded by the snakes.

Please work. Coriolanus begs the universe, hoping that the cloth he had used to wipe her tears and the one she used to wipe away the dirt from her skin before the interview, which he took from your bag and shoved into slots in the tank would be enough to save her.

"She won!" You grin, shaking Coryo's shoulder as he stands beside you, eyes still locked on Lucy Gray.

That's when she starts to sing, just as the snakes catch up to her. Why aren't they letting her out? It was over.

"Why aren't they getting her out?" You ask him, confused as everyone watches intensely, entranced by her voice.

"I'll be along, when I've finished my song..."

Coryo and you both turn, facing the audience now and all eyes immediately lock on Dr. Gaul. "Dr. Gaul, she won." He says, as if somehow she's missed it- surely she had. Surely she's not watching the same thing you are.

"When I've shut down the band, played out my hand..."

"It's over, let her out!" You shout, attempting to draw her attention.

"Paid all my debts..."

"Why aren't they attacking her?" You hear someone ask, noticing the snakes are almost entirely covering Lucy Gray's shirt now.

"Have no regrets, right here..."

"It must be the singing," Coryo replies, and you look up at him. You don't know that that's true, but you won't ask. "It's calming them."

"In the old therebefore..."

"She can't sing forever."

"Then let her out!" You yell, looking pleadingly up at Dr. Gaul in the stands. "Dr. Gaul!" You demand her attention now, stomping your foot down.

Your blood is boiling when she still won't look at you and the sound of Lucy Gray's voice fills the theatre. "Look at me!" You scream, and clearly, people are getting annoyed at you for interrupting Lucy Gray's song. "Look at me now or let her out!"

She does neither, not until Lucy Gray's song moves everyone else to match your cries for her to be released. Only then does Dr. Gaul look at the two of you, and you drop Coryo's hand.

The doctor sighs, leaning over to her assistant. "Get her out. Now." She says, and cheers erupt in the room previously filled with emotional tears.

"I did it." Coryo says, and you have to lean close to hear it over everyone's delight.

"You did it!" You laugh, throwing your arms over his shoulders. You scream in excitement as he hugs you back, lifting you up and spinning you around as people crowd the two of you. You don't think you've ever been happier.

As he lets you down gently, grabbing your cheeks and pressing a kiss to your forehead, you wonder if your parents are watching. You can't wait to get home, to see your family and let them sing your praises for Coriolanus's success in the games. Well, Lucy Gray's success that the two of you get to reap the rewards of.

Then, he's gone, leaving you to gather your things while he goes to see Tigris. You smile, sighing to yourself as you watch. It's likely your father has already sent the car to collect you, so you should probably get going. You're in dire need of a celebratory bath, anyway.

Last night, you had the best sleep you had gotten in weeks. A full eight hours- a privilege you didn't know you missed so bad. Even when you had to get up for school around six, you felt so well rested you knew you could take on the world.

That was until you walked downstairs for breakfast. "Good morning." You grin, skipping down the last couple of steps only to be met with your father hanging up the phone, storming over to you, and shoving you back onto the staircase.

"Sit down. Listen to me." He spits as you groan, holding your head from where it hit the railing and adjusting yourself so you are sitting properly on the stairs.

"Ow... What did I do?"

"You know what you did, Y/N." He hisses, pacing in front of you. "Un-fucking-believable! They went out on a limb for you, and this is how you repay them? Do you even realize what you have done? To me? To this family?"

The poison.

"Dad, I didn't do anything! I had no say in it! Coryo gave her the compact empty- it wasn't our business what she did with it!" You argue, standing up only to earn yourself a slap across the face.

"You were to give her nothing. You knew that." You hold your cheek while he lectures you, and you just nod.

"Yes, sir." You sniff, rubbing your jaw to soothe the sting of your already burning skin. "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize to me- you will apologize to Dean Highbottom first thing this morning and hope he's smart enough to forgive you. Now, go."

You pull your bag back over your shoulder, avoiding eye contact with your little brother and your mother sat at the table as you walked out the door. It looks like you're walking today.

You make it to your first class, obviously not feeling too excited about the concept of speaking with the Dean. Coryo walks in just a few moments after you, stealing the seat at your side. You can't even look at him.

"Good morning." He whispers, pulling his textbook out of his bag. He's in good spirits it seems, but you know that won't last long. "You left in a hurry after the games yesterday, I was hoping we would celebrate together."

When you don't respond, he furrows his brow. Were you mad at him? Had he done something? "Wow, you're a ray of sunshine this morning, aren't you?" He asks, disguising his hurt as a joke. His intention was to come back to you after speaking with Tigris, he wanted to see if you would like to go for a walk or something and discuss everything. He didn't really have a plan, but he didn't want you to leave his side, not yet. The games had ended all too quickly, and you had yet to even discuss what had happened with the kiss you shared. He couldn't let you slip back into a routine of only seeing each other in class and during breaks, he couldn't bear the mere idea of it.

You slam your pen down on the desk, turning to look at him now. "We are in such deep, deep shit, Coriolanus." You hiss, taking notice of everyone looking at you so you quiet down.

"Your... your cheek." He just mutters, leaning in to look closely at the other side of your face and the maroon bruise that now adorned it. Even under your makeup he could see it. "What happened?" He reaches out to gently brush his hand over your jaw and you flinch away quickly.

You sigh, looking around quickly before leaning in closer to whisper to him. "They know, about the poison. We're done for, enjoy your final moments of freedom." You move away quickly as your professor starts speaking and the world begins to crash down around your best friend.

He sits back, face pale as his stomach turns. How could they know? They must have found the compact on Lucy Gray- it must not have been empty. Or was it the cloths in the tank? Those would be easier to find, probably, but how could they be traced back to you?

"We need to borrow Miss Y/L/N and Mister Snow, please." A peacekeeper says as he knocks on the open door frame, eyes quickly finding the two of you.

"It was nice knowing you." You sigh, quickly gathering your things and making your way down to the door.

He follows quickly behind, and for once, your classmates are silent.

A group of three peacekeepers lead you down a quiet hallway of the school, and stop at an open door gesturing for the two of you to enter.

"Ladies first," Coriolanus says softly, stepping aside for you to enter.

"Oh, so now I'm a lady." You scoff quietly, walking into the large open room, the high biology room, with nothing but a table in the center. The table is adorned only with the compact he had given to Lucy Gray, and two handkerchiefs. One of his, and one of yours. How did they get that?

"Kids." Dean Highbottom greets the two of you as the door slams shut behind you.

You open your mouth to speak, taking a breath and he stops you before you get the chance. "I don't know how many times I have to tell you this, Y/N, but I don't want to hear it."

"No, I think you do." You protest, "Because my-"

"Your father?" He cuts you off. "What about him? Because I just got off the phone with him this morning, and judging by the state of your face, I would argue that I am in agreement with him."

You swallow, fighting the urge to look down and avoid his gaze. If you had any chance of walking out of here without being in too much trouble, you had to prove that you were not afraid.

"Don't you think that she's been punished enough?" Coryo argues, looking between the two of you.

"Coriolanus." He ignores his plea, tapping the table next to the compact. "How many times did I see your mother pull this from her handbag to check her face? Your pretty, vapid mother, who'd somehow convinced himself that your father would give her freedom and love. Out of the frying pan and into the fire, as they say."

"She wasn't." Coryo protests, referring to the Dean's insinuations about his mother. You look at him, but he won't meet your gaze.

"Only her youth excused her, and, really, she seemed fated to be a child forever. Just like the opposite of your girl, here." He gestures to you. "Eighteen going on thirty-five, and a hard thirty-five, at that. Your songbird, too."

"She gave you the compact?" Coriolanus asks, the sadness of betrayal evident on his features at the idea of Lucy Gray handing it over.

"Oh, don't blame her. The peacekeepers had to wrestle her to get the thing. Naturally, we do a thorough search of the victors when they leave the arena." Dean Highbottom explains, tilting his head as he looks between the two of you. "So smart of her, to poison the water Dill drank and dust it over Treech the way she did. If I didn't know better, I would have thought I was watching you, Miss Y/L/N."

You take a sharp breath, making an effort to straighten your posture.

"She claimed that the poison was her idea, that the compact was nothing but a token." He adds.

"It was." You state, though he is likely speaking to Coriolanus.

"Oh, I'm glad to see you got your story straight." Highbottom nods at you, voice dripping in sarcasm. "But I don't believe you. Even if I did, what am I to make of these?" He taps next to the handkerchiefs now next to it. "One of the lab assistants found these in the snake tank last night. Everyone was baffled at first, checking to see if it was one of their own that they had dropped. Until we noticed the initials. Not yours. Your father's. So delicately stitched into the corner..."

You look at Coryo, who is fighting to keep a straight face through his urge to vomit. "Why haven't you made this public?" He asks.

"I know why." You say, crossing your arms and looking the Dean up and down, who just rolls his eyes.

"I was tempted," He ignores you. "Believe me, I was. But the academy, when expelling students, has a tradition of offering them a lifeline. As an alternative to public disgrace, Coriolanus, you may join the peacekeepers by the end of the day."

Coryo's heart drops, as does yours. "The other one, it's hers." He points suddenly to the other cloth, next to his father's. Your jaw drops. How dare he throw you under the bus like that?

"I was getting to that." The Dean sighs as you shoot glares into the side of Coriolanus's head.

"I didn't do that! He took my bag, he took it and put it in the tank- I didn't know anything!" You argue, and he once again raises a hand at you to shut you up.

"Coriolanus, you better hurry. The office closes in twenty minutes, if you run you can make it in time." Highbottom says to your classmate, who just nods and turns for the door. "Oh, and what's that?" He asks, looking up at the skylight. "It's the sound of Snow, falling."

Coriolanus glares at him, pacing quickly out of the door and slamming it behind himself.

You're in shock still over why he would do that to you, but you don't have the time to process it before the Dean is scolding you. "Now, what will happen to you, huh?" He asks, raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms. "Be honest, did you know?"

"No, sir." You reply, giving a firm shake of your head.

"That's a shame. He really threw you under, huh?" He laughs, mocking you. "After what I saw the other day, I was expecting he would defend you tooth and nail... but no. I mean, he is a Snow, after all."

You don't say a word, just glaring at the man in front of you and waiting for him to tell you your fate.

"Anyway, if it was up to me, you would already be undergoing the necessary procedures to become an Avox. Oh, how I would love to see you without a tongue." He muses, sighing in disappointment. "But I know your father would be embarrassed so I think it best to leave your punishment in his hands, would you agree? Outside, of course, your expulsion."

"You can't expel me!" You shout, fists clenched around the sleeves of your coat.

"Enough of your tantrums, Y/N. You're too old for this. But, alas, you're right. I'm obligated to extend you the olive branch too." He concedes. "You are allowed to graduate under the condition that you work in service for the next ten years. Although keep in mind, your father won't like that."

"Fuck your olive branch! How dare you threaten me like this! I did nothing wrong, we won!" You fire off, practically twitching with anger at this point. "If you won't go public with it, I will! I've got nothing to lose now, the whole country will know what you and my dad are doing! What you're selling! I'll tell everyone! You'll be executed for treason!" You didn't even notice when you started grabbing anything you could reach and launching it in his direction until the peacekeepers were grabbing the back of your arms and dragging you away kicking and screaming. "You'll hang for this!"

You hardly make it to the door before you feel a stab in your neck, and the world fades to black around you.

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I COULD KISS YOU — GREG HOUSE

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pairing: greg house x reader

description: when an offhand comment to praise house for helping you diagnose a patient leads to the silent treatment, you’re both forced to confront the feelings that had been lingering unspoken for too long.

warnings: swearing, angst to a teeny bit of fluff, may be a lil ooc as i’m still iffy on fleshing out how i write the house characters but i’m trying <3

author’s note: had this idea and got excited so bashed it out quite quickly while i was motivated af — hopefully you enjoy !!! let me know what you think

“Gregory House, you bloody genius,” you exclaimed, clenching your fists in excitement, unable to stop the words that came flying out next, “I could kiss you!”

You’d been trying to diagnose your patient for nigh on a week now, and with the young boy’s symptoms rapidly progressing and his condition rapidly worsening, House’s diagnostic expertise provided exactly the breakthrough you needed.

You were ecstatic — mentally piecing together just how he had to be correct — and so without another word you practically skipped out of his office to run some tests and reach the certainty needed to treat the boy as soon as possible.

What House had suggested made perfect sense, accounting for every symptom and every adverse reaction to the treatments you had tried so far, and though you usually mocked his tendency to always smugly assume he was right, at present you were immeasurably grateful for his input.

You were disappointed, then, when you rushed to tell him that the young boy was responding incredibly well to the treatment he suggested and he simply gave you his smug “I-told-you-so” smile and rushed away from you.

He didn’t speak to you again for the rest of the day, choosing instead to actually take time to visit his patients rather than deal with encountering you again.

“What did I do to piss House off?” you asked Cameron, Foreman and Chase shyly as you stood near the nurse’s station with them.

They all just eyed you like the answer was obvious, but Chase shrugged, “When has anyone ever needed to actually do something to piss him off?”

“No, he won’t even talk to me right now,” you frowned, brows furrowed, “It’s weird. I don’t know what I’ve done wrong since this morning.”

The group all looked between eachother, as though deciding who would be the one to have to tell you the honest truth.

“Probably something to do with your little ‘I could kiss you’,” Chase replied, doing a terrible impersonation of you and batting his eyelids flirtatiously as he quoted you, “He didn’t seem to like that very much.”

Your mouth was parted in confusion, “Firstly, I do not sound like that. But secondly, why would he give me the silent treatment for that? Is the idea of kissing me that repulsive?”

Cameron scoffed, rolling her eyes, “You’re both as oblivious as each other, Y/N… He’s ignoring you for literally the opposite reason.”

You shook your head in disbelief.

Was she seriously trying to tell you that House was ignoring you because he didn’t like you joking about kissing him?

“Don’t be ridiculous!”

“It’s literally painfully obvious, Y/N,” Foreman groaned, “You’ve had this weird sexual tension going on forever and given that he’s usually bad at giving a damn about people, he gets weird about you. And he obviously has feelings for you, so it rubbed him up the wrong way.”

Chase chuckled, “They’re right. He’s only mad at you because you’re the only person he’s never mad at but you hurt the feelings he apparently has.”

You pondered what he was saying for a moment, trying to piece together whether there was any semblance of truth behind their explanation for House’s weird behaviour.

Truth be told, it was the exact kind of petty and ill-fitting behaviour you’d expect from House.

For such a brilliant man, he could be utterly childish at times, especially if he wasn’t getting his way.

Your relationship had always teetered on the edge of professionalism — he was always making flirtatious comments, he always took your suggestions on board more than the others, always sung your praises to your peers and superiors.

Whilst everyone else was certain it was proof of his feelings for you, you had just thought he appreciated that you never pried into his life unless he offered to divulge information himself, and you were excellent at your job.

Of course, you couldn’t deny that you enjoyed your ambiguous relationship, given the crush you had harboured since very early on in your acquaintance. That’s why you always flirted back, always made sure your input was carefully though out, and why you were always singing his praises too.

But it was Greg House — a man who so famously behaved as though he didn’t care about anyone. So of course you didn’t think that things would ever progress past your unprofessional professional relationship.

“Where is he?”

“In his office,” Cameron smiled, “He told me to make sure nobody bothered him, and I think he meant you because he’s still throwing his toys out of the pram.”

You rolled your eyes with a laugh, “God, he’s ridiculous. I’m going to go and talk to him. Or try, anyway. Wish me luck.”

“Is this House we’re talking about?” Dr. James Wilson made an appearance at your side now, his brow quirked in curiosity as he butted into the conversation.

You nodded, “He’s being a baby instead of actually talking to me about why he’s mad.”

You hoped he’d have some kind of more concrete explanation, given that he was the only person House was even remotely honest around.

“He’s hardly an expert at talking about his feelings, is he? Or having them, actually,” Wilson chuckled, “But he’s been grumbling all day. Please do go and speak to him. For my sanity’s sake, if not your relationship’s.”

“Slow down, Wilson,” you scoffed, but though you didn’t want to get ahead of yourself, you couldn’t deny the fluttering in your stomach at any sort of reference to you and House’s potential relationship, “I’m going!”

You entered the room without even knocking, folding your arms over your chest with a stern expression on your features as you strode towards his desk and stood firmly in front of him.

“I’m busy.”

“Busy being petty and ignoring me?”

He looked up now, narrowing his eyes as he realised you were not going to meekly scuttle away like you had done every other time he’d dismissed you today.

“What makes you think that?” sarcasm dripped from his words, “I just so enjoy spending time getting to know my patients and doing paperwork!”

You huffed out a sigh, frustrated by him already trying to dodge the subject, “Greg.”

“Y/N.”

“Greg!”

“Y/N!” he matched your tone just to challenge you, and you scoffed, “Are you really going to be like this?”

“Like what?”

“So deliberately evasive?”

His lips drew together in a thin line as he eyed you carefully, “How’s your little boy from this morning?”

“You are so fucking frustrating, Greg,” you scowled, “Can we have an adult conversation here?”

He appeared to ponder over another joke to make, but apparently for the first time in his life thought better, as he remained silent and waited for you to continue.

“I’ve been so stressed out about that kid, and you helped me to help him massively — he’s likely to be discharged by tomorrow. I was so happy, so relieved, and I said I could kiss you,” you began, avoiding his gaze at first until your final sentence, “And it was a silly offhanded comment about how grateful I was, but at the same time I honestly could’ve kissed you because I quite honestly want to a lot of the time.”

Oh my God — you’d stunned the Greg House into silence?

Your breathing was jagged, “I don’t know if you’re just being an ass because you don’t like being on the other end of jokes, or if the team actually aren’t just blind hopeless romantics and you actually care about me. But I just wish you’d talk to me instead of doing all this and making me feel like you don’t care at all.”

He pulled himself up onto his feet, grabbing his cane to lean on as he inched closer to you.

“It’s a bit of both,” his voice was low, and you were sure that if you didn’t know him better you might believe him to be shy about telling you the truth, “I’m not good at caring, and I don’t usually like caring, but I guess I do. Sue me!”

You took another step forward, so that you were so close you were breathing right in each other’s faces.

You were trying to be brave and command the conversation, but your stomach was doing backflips as it dawned on you that what he meant was that he really did feel the same about you.

“Why would you go silent on me then instead of talking to me about it?” you bit your lip as you spoke, and caught notice of how his eyes trailed to your lips as you did so.

He swallowed thickly, “Didn’t feel right to. Hardly professional, is it?”

“Oh, because you’re the picture of professionalism usually aren’t you?” you laughed dryly.

“Point taken,” he shrugged, “Maybe I was little scared. And we’ve got a good thing going, it’s a risk pushing things any further.”

You weren’t happy with that, not when this was Greg House — king of taking risks and breaking rules — and you were certain that it was a risk worth taking anyway.

“When has risk ever stopped you?” you asked, whispering now as your eyes darted between his and his lips whilst he mirrored your behaviour.

“Point also taken,” he mumbled, before finally taking the plunge and bringing his lips to yours in a heated kiss that you leaned into immediately.

He quickly leaned back to sit on the edge of his desk, his hands finding your waist as he pulled you to stand between his parted legs.

You pulled back, suddenly aware that anyone could come in at this moment and see you — and whilst the biggest risk here really was endless teasing from the team or a scolding from Cuddy, you did still have some things to discuss too.

You didn’t want to ruin the moment, overcome with giddiness at what had just happened, but you wanted to make your feelings clear; Even if it was to a man who would probably make a jokey remark and underplay his own feelings.

“I don’t know your relationship history, and I don’t care to,” you shrugged, moving your hands to your hips but hardly moving away from him, “Well, I’m not rushing to. I can assume it’s not great, but I just want to take every day as it comes and see where things go because mine isn’t great either. I’m not gonna hurt you, Greg.”

The sincerity in his eyes as he gazed up at you made your heart melt, and you could tell that somehow, some way, you had gotten through to him.

“Don’t make promises you can’t be certain that you’ll keep, Y/N,” he mumbled, before shaking off his own words and standing back up to stare into your eyes intently, “But fine. Because it’s you, I’m willing to try. Provided there’s more of this,” he kissed you again before continuing, “And less of them ogling and concocting their little romantic stories about the lovely doctor Y/N and her damaged old fool.”

You turned around to see the entire team peering through the window, all smiles and whispered chatter at the sight before them.

You raised your middle finger to them, turning back to look at House and stepping back a little from him.

“Unfortunately, those nosey fuckers are not going anywhere,” you rolled your eyes, “If you’re willing to try then we’re going for dinner. Tonight. And we’re going to have a good time, and not talk about this place or about anything you don’t want to.”

He nodded, “I’ll pretend I’m not furious you’ve robbed me of making the grand romantic gesture of being the one to ask,” he cocked his head as he joked, truthfully very much pleased you were the one to ask and confirm that your interest in him was genuine, “But sounds good to me. I’ll wear my nicest tux, eh.”

“Yeah, yeah, ha ha,” you hummed, “Now I’ve got a living patient to go and visit thanks to you. Enjoy your afternoon with that lot,” you gestured to your friends, who were all still stood there watching you, “Good luck. Oh, and pick somewhere to book for us to eat. That can be your grand romantic gesture, hm.”

“Gee, thanks,” he laughed, shaking his head, “I’ll see you later.”

“See you later,” you grinned, swanning out of his office with the biggest smile possible painting your features.

You nudged past your friends as they watched you walk down the corridor, happier than they had probably ever seen you in the time that you’d known them.

They immediately filed into House’s office when you were out of sight, and his head fell back in irritation for a moment despite the smile still gracing his lips.

“Things went well, then?”

“Go away,” he replied, “I’m in a good mood for once, and you idiots aren’t going to ruin that, alright?”

“Woah, okay,” Foreman laughed, “Who are you and what has Y/N done with Greg House?”

———

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EYES SET ON YOU .ᐟ

✩ — xiao realizes that his eyes were set on you the whole time. if it was since you made your entrance to the party or if it was since you met fifteen years ago, he doesn't really know.

✩ — prompt: felicity – the most chased after of the season asks you for a dance. (another entry for @xianyoon's event yayyyy)

✩ — includes: xiao x f!reader. fluff. cw: alcohol consumption (again,, it never gets old with me sawry) but there's only like two details about it, ooc!xiao pls i have no idea if i wrote him well during the second half. wc: 4164. kuni is reader's twin so you're technically the daughter of ei in this. some liyue and inazuma characters mentioned kinda. slight dual pov?? i guess ... yeah that's pretty much it. no beta i die like xiao almost did during the perilous trail quest tbh !!!

a prince should be confident, courageous, sophisticated, and dignified.

prince xiao checks out on most of those things. if anything, the townspeople in the kingdom of liyue take pride in their beloved prince. king zhongli is proud of his son as well as his older sister, princess ganyu. however, out of all the four traits stated above, there’s only one that prince xiao doesn’t count himself in: confidence. he isn’t referring to confidence when it comes to his abilities; heavens no, prince xiao knows and is proud of his capabilities (although not verbally; he had always been the reserved type of man even when he was a child) in terms of strength and wit. it’s more like the crowned prince of liyue doubts his abilities in terms of being sociable. having connections is a crucial thing for a man like him who’s currently in line for the throne after his father, as these connections could aid him when he takes king zhongli’s place one day. 

marriage, of course, was an inevitable thing. it’s a requirement, a demand that needs to be fulfilled, whether one likes it or not. king zhongli pities his son that he couldn’t escape from this predicament, but the king just assures his son that he should marry someone that he loves. having a loveless marriage has more cons than pros anyway. he wants his son to be happy, this is the least he could do for him.

…as well as the ball that he held in hopes of his son meeting someone of his interest.

it has been a short while since the ball started. many of the young women around xiao’s age had decided to make their move, yet all were fruitless attempts as xiao had already turned them down. they’d put on a forced smile, walking away but as soon as the prince’s back faces them, you could see their grip getting tighter around the fan in their hand if you squinted. xiao retreats back to his father's side, sighing in exhaustion. his social energy wasn’t really made for posh events like these. he looks at the crowd below, catching a glimpse of his sister talking to her friends and entertaining other guests. (xiao had wondered at some point why he was in line for the throne rather than his older sister, who is more capable of ruling than he is, but he soon realizes that it is how the royal hierarchy works.)

his eyes shifts themselves towards the entrance. he’s not surprised that people are still arriving at this hour because, as far as xiao could recall, his father had invited a few other kingdoms to this ball as well. yet xiao could vividly feel his eyes widen as he saw a familiar face that had made it’s entrance—yours.

and all of a sudden, xiao suddenly finds himself being seven years old all over again.

— — — — — — — — 

the young boy hid behind his father, his head peeking out ever so slightly as he eyed the child in front of him. it was a young girl who looked just around the same age as him. she was rather coy as well, as she clung to her mother’s hand. xiao looked at the child’s mother. he had heard of her before, of course. queen ei of inazuma—his father told him that she would be visiting today along with his daughter and son. though he doesn’t really see the son present at the moment. perhaps he didn’t join?

“my apologies for being a tad bit late, king zhongli. kunikuzushi really didn’t want to accompany us.” he heard queen ei sighed. well, that answers one of his questions, at least. king zhongli laughs at her words, “it’s quite alright. there are times when children could get rebellious against their own parents.”

“rebellious? i prefer to call it disobedient.”

his father chuckles again before reaching a hand behind him, patting the seven year old xiao on the head. “xiao, i would like you to meet (name). she’s queen ei’s daughter and is just the same age as you.” he gently says. zhongli knows that his son is not particularly fond of socializing, but he tries to get him out of his shell bit by bit. xiao steadily steps out, slowly stepping forward in front of his father. “(name), i’d like you to meet xiao. i told you that you’d be meeting him today, didn’t i?” queen ei softly says to her daughter. the child silently nods and lets go of her mother’s hands. she approached the young boy, lending out her hand for him to shake.

she stuttered in her words, clearly nervous. “i-i’m (name).” xiao reaches out and receives her hand, saying his name in return as he lets go. “well then xiao, why don’t you take (name) to the castle garden for the meantime? me and her mother are just going to have an important chat.” xiao heard his father. he nods in acknowledgement, and this time it was his turn to reach out his hand for the girl to take. (name) looks back to her mother for approval, eyes asking for permission to allow her to join xiao. “you can go; i’ll come and pick you up as soon as we’re finished.” she says, giving her daughter a little head pat.

hand in hand, xiao led her to the castle’s garden, where the gardeners planted all sorts of beautiful flowers located in liyue. xiao immediately leads the girl to where the qingxin flowers are located. but he doesn’t say anything when they get there—he doesn’t know what to say. should he state how this is actually his favorite flower? but he thinks that boys having favorite flowers isn’t allowed. should he say that this flower reminded him of her? the white flowers swayed against the light breeze in front of them.

“this… this is called a qingxin flower.” he starts. he doesn’t really know what he should say. might as well start with telling you what this flower is, right? “it’s pretty..” you say, admiring it. a fresh and minty scent wafts over your sense of smell. you’re pretty, xiao thinks. but he swallows his words instead and blushes at the thought. but it’s true, you are pretty. you had that small sparkle in your eyes that xiao finds himself captivated by.

your time continued on with you and xiao admiring other flowers such as glaze lilies and silk flowers until your mother and king zhongli entered the castle garden, a sign that their important chat is now over—and that (name) needs to head home. she bids xiao farewell with a small wave and a smile, while her other hand has a qingxin flower in her hold (xiao gave it to her as a little souvenir) and xiao finds himself doing the same. there were no actual goodbyes said, as they both silently hoped that they would cross paths once more.

— — — — — — — — 

the flashback ends when he hears your name being announced. the crowd below him whispered, as your family had already caught the attention of the ton. well, no one could really blame them. xiao noticed numerous things already. your hair had grown much longer, you had grown in terms of height too, and your strides as you made your entrance had confidence in them. this time, xiao noticed how much you took after your mother in terms of aura. queen ei, who’s aging like quite the fine wine, leads you and your brother, kunikuzushi, as you continue walking inside.

it has been fifteen years since xiao last saw you; your last meeting with each other was when they visited—the day you met. of course, you weren’t the little (name) that he met when he was seven anymore. even your brother had taken in some changes, xiao notices. he had spent a fair amount of time with your brother when he went abroad to study and train at the age of eight. this is also a reason why xiao didn’t really have the chance to meet each other again. kunikuzushi had a stern look on his face, while you had a calm one.

king zhongli smiles at the sight of the royal family of inazuma making their entrance. it has been a while since he and queen ei met, as their busy lives as rulers of each of their respective kingdoms are quite demanding. “why don’t you go down and greet them on my behalf?” zhongli muses. xiao simply nods at him, making his way towards kunikuzushi first—after all, he knows him more than he knows you.

“kuni.” he greets his old friend as he approaches the two of you. their mother had her on business to take care of, he supposes, as he takes notice of her sudden absence by her children’s side. “ah, alatus. it’s a pleasure to see you again.” he says. you looked at him in confusion and said, "i’m surprised you’re friendly with other people, brother.” kunikuzushi looked at you, offended by your remark. “sister, what do you simply take me as?” he replies with a forced smile since they were in public at the moment. you ignored your brother, doing a curtsy as you greeted xiao. “it’s wonderful to see you again, prince alatus.” she says.

again? so you remember that time too. “again? since when the hell did you two meet?” kunikuzushi asked. “around fifteen years ago, when mother visited the kingdom of liyue to discuss something important with king zhongli. you were throwing a random tantrum that day and didn’t want to accompany us. also do mind your words, brother. we’re in public for goodness sake,"�� you replied, scolding kunikuzushi. 

“and you don’t really need to point out how i had a tantrum back then. i was seven!”

“we were both seven, if i may remind you.”

xiao watches the twins interact with each other. it was different from how he and his older sister would interact. but nonetheless, xiao is somewhat glad that there’s someone in kunikuzushi’s life who could match him in verbal terms. “whatever, how are you faring as of late, alatus?” his friend shifts the topic, giving you an eyeroll, to which you return with a slight jab to his side. xiao then grabs a drink from a refreshment table nearby, taking a slight sip. the taste of alcohol makes contact with his taste buds as he slightly smacks his lips after. “i’ve been...” he trails off. how has he been lately? xiao doesn’t recall. he’s been busy with all of these ball preparations and the mental preparation he needs to take when he is to be married. 

“well. i’ve been quite well.” he finishes. “i’m glad to hear that. i heard you’re looking for a bride this season?” kunikuzushi then asks. “ah, yes. my father thinks it’s about time i start to settle down.”

“what’s the rush? we’re only at the age of twenty and two.”

“he isn’t pressuring me to get myself married away, kuni. but he wants me to start looking now, hence why this ball was held.” xiao sighs. kunikuzushi looks at his friend in pity; well, he isn’t any different. marriage has seemed to be a recent topic as well for queen ei and her son. “excuse me, gentlemen, as i see a friend quite close. i wish the best for you, prince alatus. and brother, watch your behavior, will you?” you then said, stepping away. “hey, what do you—” the other sibling swallowed his words back down his throat, not wanting to suddenly raise his voice.

“god, what does she take me for?”

“someone not trustworthy enough to be left alone, as it seems.”

“shut it, alatus.”

— — — — — — — — 

alatus then encounters you again.

you were alone this time. and xiao had just escaped the horrific clutches of mothers showing off their daughters to him. “it’s nice to see you again.” xiao then greets you, taking the spot beside you. “mhm, same to you.” the silence wasn’t awkward—it was rather serene. both of you stood there, hiding away from the crowd. perhaps you weren’t someone who finds socializing all fun, preferring to be in your own little bubble instead. or perhaps you were also hiding yourself from the other nobles that have attempted to make a move on you.

“what brings you into a corner like this?” he decided to ask.

“oh, it’s... you know, not every noble is necessarily a pleasure to be in the company of, if you get what i mean.” you replied, choosing your words rather carefully.

in your peripheral vision, you see xiao then nod in agreement. so my second guess was right, he thinks. “honestly speaking, i promised my mother that i’d dance with at least one noble tonight. she wants me to step out of my shell, per se, since whenever i accompany her to balls like this, i usually just glue myself to her side.”

“at least you find yourself accompanying your mother either way. i don’t really escort my father a lot.”

“really? and didn’t you make your debut when you were just eighteen? that’s around four years ago already. “didn’t you make your debut at the same age? we’re simply allies in this boat, princess.” xiao then shoots back. you went blank for a moment, processing what he had called you. well, you were a princess. he wasn’t wrong about it, but why did it sound... something different when it rolled off his tongue? “touché.” 

maybe it was the alcohol that he consumed taking it’s effect on him, as xiao felt rather bold now, making a smooth step to stand in front of you. he wasn’t that drunk, but maybe it’s some sort of liquid courage. “well, if you promised your mother for her to be an audience of you dancing with a noble...” he reaches out a hand towards you. the sight is familiar—and this is when you started to realize that a lot of things have changed between you and alatus over the past fifteen years. “may i have the pleasure of being your dance partner tonight?”

you take his hand. “you may.”

widening eyes and hushed gasps weren’t everything you noticed as you and xiao casually made your way to the dance floor. kunikuzushi had his eyebrow immediately raised as he watched your arm linked with xiao’s walking together, pausing himself as he was about to take a sip from his drink in hand. “well, would you look at that?” king zhongli hums in amusement from above, queen ei turning her head to see what he’s looking at.

“my, well, i certainly knew she had taken a liking to your son when they were children, but i didn’t expect it to continue into adulthood.” the queen says.

a new song had just started as xiao took the lead. they swayed—to the left, to the right, forward, and around. with one hand holding yours and the other on your waist, he twirls you around. he then catches you in his hold once more, pulling you close. close enough to hear your steady breathing, close enough to admire your face, and close enough to get himself lost in your eyes.

the close proximity aided you in observing just how much had changed with xiao over the past fifteen years. he had grown taller; that is obviously for one. he wasn’t that shy anymore, as he is now rather demure. his eyes still fascinated you with their unique shade of yellow, as his pupils were sharp—it reminded you of a cat’s. his hair had a few highlights of a lighter shade of green, in contrast to his main hair color.

you then realize that everything has changed.

the scowling of both men and women envied the two individuals dancing in the center. after all, they technically lost. the other women had lost to the princess of inazuma and the other men had lost to the prince of liyue—they wouldn’t dare to even come between them. because as much as they would hate to admit it, both of you were a perfect match. you complement each other well.

then, something xiao had been concerned about for some time happened: the part where he would have to lift her up. it may have been the proximity, the intimacy, or just the fear of letting her fall because it would be difficult for her to stay upright in such heels if his hand slipped. the lady gave a little yelp and fell back to the ground, thankfully without breaking a bone, but there was no time to consider anything more despite the slow music. xiao raised her up with an erratic act of trust.

“what a strong gentleman you are.” you whispered in his ear, commending him for the successful dance move. all eyes were on you now, as everyone was too hooked onto your performance. it was alluring—you were alluring, xiao thinks. the dance then comes to an end as you bow to each other as a sign of respect. he guided you away, and you quickly sneaked in a kiss to his cheek when no one was looking, not even xiao. his eyes widened as he felt your lips come into contact with his cheek. he then raises his hand to feel the spot your lips landed on. 

xiao feels something in his chest, something rather warm.

— — — — — — — — 

after all this time, xiao is still not the one for long conversations. he prefers to indulge in a comfortable silence rather than spend his time in a bustling crowd. so naturally, xiao finds his way into the castle’s garden. he can’t really withdraw from the party; the season has just begun. maybe give him a good two or three more parties and maybe xiao could find a way out to leave early. his cheeks are greeted by the cold and gentle breeze of the night as he steps foot into the garden.

fifteen years is enough time for one to mature and grow up. you and xiao are aware of the dark side that society holds. but one thing hasn’t really changed: his love for qingxin flowers. xiao learned as he grew up. it’s that boys are actually allowed to have favorite flowers. (could you really blame him for thinking otherwise? he was just seven.) making his way to where the qingxin flowers are, he stopped in his tracks as he noticed that he wasn’t apparently alone in the area. 

the lightly dimmed lights that surrounded the garden are what helped xiao see that it was you who was standing there, admiring the qingxin flowers. you seemed to have sensed that someone was behind you, turning around to see who it was, and much to your relief, it was xiao. “prince alatus.” you greeted him again with a curtsy. “princess (name).” he greeted in return with a bow and walked closer to stand beside you. 

“it feels nostalgic to be here again.” you said. xiao stays silent, preferring to listen. “do you remember? you bought me here when we were seven. i remember myself being very shy back then.” you continued, laughing as the memory replays in your head. xiao tries to construct a reply. “mhm, do you know what a qingxin flower symbolizes?” he then asks. “not really. what is it?”

“affection and happiness.” xiao softly smiles. it was just a small one, as he reached out his hand to touch the flower before him. you glance at him, admiring the look on his face.

and suddenly, you found yourself being seven years old again.

— — — — — — — — 

she was nervous. very nervous. as far as she could recall, this was her first time meeting someone outside of their kingdom. she really, really wants to be friends with this xiao boy—she’s heard a few from her mother. so she doesn’t really want to mess up, but she doesn’t even know how to approach him!

as soon as they arrived, she first looked at the tall man in front of them. that should be… king zhongli! she thought that his description fit the one that her mother gave her when she described him. but she looks at her surroundings for xiao. she doesn’t really know what he looks like, since her mother only told her that they’re of the same age and that he’s a nice kid. but she soon notices something behind king zhongli—something dark green? she watched him as he peeked his head out from behind his father and joy washed over her. he’s here! she thought. 

although her expressions don’t really show it, she was overjoyed when she realized that she wasn’t alone. perhaps it’s a common feeling amongst children whenever they encounter someone their age, there’s a familiar force that pushes them to befriend that person. she was no different from that, of course, as this is how she feels towards the boy in front of her now.

after they had been introduced, xiao was holding her hand and directing her to their garden. she took in everything she saw as they walked past, including paintings, decorations, and other things on display. they stopped in front of a small field of pretty white flowers. “this… this is a qingxin flower.” she hears the boy beside her say. a qingxin flower? that’s a bit hard to pronounce… she thinks. as she leans closer to inspect the flower further, it’s minty scent meets her sense of smell. “it’s pretty…” she lets out.

xiao picks one qingxin flower; there’s apparently four on one stem. xiao then takes a flower from those four. she silently watches him, wondering what he’s going to do with it. as xiao stepped closer, she held her breath. she feels the familiar feeling of a flower being tucked behind her ear. she reaches out one hand to touch it. “m-my dad always told me to be nice to girls. but i don’t really know how but i hope that’s okay.” xiao then says, looking away as she giggles at the sight of his ears turning red.

“thank you, xiao!”

while she was on the way home with her mother, she had a huge smile on her face as she gently caressed the qingxin flower’s petals with her fingers. “did you have fun with xiao today, honey?” her mother asks. “mhm! he gave me this flower; isn’t it pretty, mommy?” she exclaims. the little girl then tells her mother about what happened while they were in the garden. queen ei smiles to herself at the sight of her daughter being enthusiastic about her interactions with prince xiao.

— — — — — — — — 

deja vu seemed to take over as you saw xiao pick a qingxin flower. even more when you watch him take another flower from the four. you were replaying the memory of the day you met inside your head but surely you’re back in reality, right?

you breath hitched when xiao stepped closer, tucking it behind your ear again.

“are you perhaps taking me on a trip to memory lane tonight?” you chuckled. xiao simply smiles in return as he steps back. maybe, he swallows the response down his throat. “i realized something tonight.” he then says. “hm? and what might that be?”

xiao was never the type who would say a lot of things. he usually kept his thoughts to himself, hiding them in the back of his mind and dismissing it right away. but for once, he finds himself rambling. “that despite the fact i’m rather modest or demure and the fact that i’m not really an individual who is up for long conversations, i find myself enjoying sharing a silence that’s covered in tranquility. i am a mundane man, (name), yet in spite of that, i can’t help but yearn for an individual like you to accompany me for the rest of my life.” surprised at him for dropping the formalities, you still listened.

“i—forget that. my apologies. i doubt there is anyone who could compare for a woman like yourself in the first place. we aren’t the same seven year olds that spent their afternoon in this exact garden anymore. a lot—if not everything—has changed between us. so let me be selfish for once: would you accept my invitation for a mundane life? you don’t have to feel obligated to give a response now.” you took another qingxin flower from its stem; only two remain now. it was your turn to step closer.

“i won’t give my answer now, xiao.” you start, dropping the formalities with him as well. “this is all rather shocking, after all, but promise this: once summer comes around, there will be a summer festival held inazuma as it does every year. can you promise me your attendance? the sight of the fireworks prepared by the naganohara family is certainly one to commend.”

“i promise.”

xiao then realizes that he had his eyes set on you this whole time—whether the past fifteen years are counted or not, that’s for him to keep.

[roachspeaks]

King!Sukuna x Princess!Gojo!Reader

Part 1 to a possible series? If it’s something the people would like to see. Ideas and feedback are very appreciated. MDNI

Warnings: smut, Sukuna doing another woman, brother Gojo, young child Choso(it will come together later trust me), mentions of Sukuna cumming in another woman(nameless faceless concubine), Sukuna being a little bit of a dick, fluffy material?, uraume being possibly ooc?, Sukuna being slightly sexist(i think), cursing,(let me know if i missed anything)

MDNI

Arranged.

You’d always hated the word. Your soon to be marriage wasn't arranged. It was just seen as a fact. Something you’d endure for the sake of your kingdom, the survival of your family and people. You had no choice in the matter and you hated it. One of the downsides of being a princess in a falling kingdom. An enemy kingdom, ruled over by the infamous king, Sukuna. Threatened siege if there wasn’t an agreement. A compromise. He wanted heirs, and trade from your family. But you suppose that was just a perk of being a Gojo. Always highly desired, and yet making enemies everywhere. Your brother, Satoru, wanted to fight it. But that was what he always wanted to do. Fight against the inevitable. Your family saw it easier to just hand you over. That way there would be no war, and they’d gain an ally. As well as more heirs to both the Gojo line, and partially the Sukuna one as well. The elders in your family viewing the arrangement as beneficial on all accounts, send you off as soon as they can. Satoru, your precious baby brother, insists on accompanying you to make sure you’re safe on your journey. You want to refuse his offer, you want to keep him safe within the walls of your childhood home, but he’s stubborn. 

So now, you sit in a puffy white dress your parents, the king and queen, had practically forced you into. Claiming it would make you look like more of a presentable bride. You ride on your horse, a cloudy white stallion contrasting Satoru’s jet black mare. You’d always had a habit of doing the opposite of one another. Opposite temperaments, opposite passions, opposite opinions. Most notably opposite opinions. He adores his freedom. Sure he has his responsibilities as crown prince, but he has gotten extremely talented at avoiding those things. You however, do not have that luxury. You're the eldest, the most responsible, dependable, the one your family knows they can put pressure on. You love your family, more than the silly freedoms and indulgences that Satoru chases. 

“You look ridiculous.” He smiles teasingly, though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. There’s a sadness in his piercing blues. You can’t even imagine Satoru admitting to the fact that he’s gonna miss you, but you know. He hopes you know.

“What? You don’t like my bridal attire?” You chide back. Raising your nose at him in a sort of mock offense. 

“You look like a cream puff.” He bursts out into laughter, and you can’t help but giggle(more modestly than his loud, obnoxious hysterics). You were gonna miss his laugh. 

“Oh please. You couldn’t pull this off.” You roll your eyes jokingly. He snorts, but then his face falls a fraction. He’s not smiling, his mouth in a tight, tense line. His eyes drift to where he holds his leather reins. The edges digging into the pale flesh of his hands. 

“If you ever need me…” He starts, glancing between his hands and you. 

“I’ll write you, I promise.” You smile that kind signature that he’d grown to both love and hate. He hated that your kindness made you a target for your families agenda. He recognized a long time ago that the only reason either of you existed was for the benefit of the Gojo line, and he refused to fall in line with what they wanted. He just wished you’d fight with him…

“If that Sukuna bastard lays a hand on you,” If he got any angrier at the thought, there’d be steam leaking out from his ears. “I’ll kill him.” He finishes confidently. As if there was no way he could lose. And you believe in him. In the dedication and loyalty carved into his features. 

“You think you’d win in a fight against the cursed king?” She chuckles slightly. 

“Oh yeah, I’d win.” He grins proudly. So incredibly sure of himself. But that was just Satoru, and you loved him for it. 

The rest of the ride is quiet, uneventful. Then you notice as the environment around you starts to change. As you loom closer to Sukuna’s kingdom, the sounds of birds and life fade into silence, and dark clouds roll into the sky seemingly out of nowhere. Both you and Satoru pull on your hooded cloaks as it starts raining heavily. Your loyal steeds not appreciative of the sudden change in scenery, but they press on. It doesn’t take long until you’re at the gates. The walls are tall, made of dark coloured stone. Sharp wooden spikes lining the top of the wall where guards notably patrol. It’s an intimidating sight. 

You are quickly recognized by the guards, just by the look of you and Satoru it’s clear what family you belong to. The large, heavy looking gate is opened, and you both ride slowly into the large open space. Houses stretching far, shops can be seen down one road, while stables can be seen lining another. But the thing that catches your attention is the castle. It’s tall and every part is so…intimidating. Is that truly where you’d be living? This place seems so..devoid of life. Of color and sunlight and joy…

You dismount your horse, thankful that though you may look like a cream puff, your dress reaches just high enough that it doesn't drag on the muddy ground. There is a short, fat, angry looking man that shouts at a small boy to fetch your things from your horses. The boy in question couldn't be older than 12. With a dark brunette head of longer hair, tied up in spiky pigtails, and notable redness under his eyes. Like he’d been recently and frequently crying. As well as a scarred line running from his cheek, across the bridge of his nose, to his other cheek. He scrambles to do as the man instructs. But the bags are heavy, so you go to help him. 

“Hey, I’ve got these two. Okay?” You speak softly and sweetly. Helping him with the heavier bags. “What’s your name hun?” You smile.

The boy stares awe struck at you for a couple seconds. His mouth hung open as he stares. Like he was staring at an angel. 

“Choso…I’m Choso, Kamo.” He fumbles over his words. Clearly anxious.

“Well Choso, would you mind helping me bring my things inside.” You Nod to the castle. He seems to squirm at the thought. 

“That’s king Sukuna’s domain, I don’t want to get into trouble..” He speaks quietly.

“I won’t let anything bad happen to you, I promise.” You raise an eyebrow to him, and he cracks a little smile. Practically beaming as he helps you with your things. 

You turn to Satoru, drawing him into a tight hug. This could be the last time you ever see your baby brother, and damn if you’d let him get away without one hug.

“Stay out of trouble.” You whisper. “And tell Suguru and Shoko they have my thanks for keeping you safe.” You give him a light squeeze. He returns it silently. 

Then, with a guilt ridden look, he rides off. And you’re left to carry your things into the throne room of the castle. Little Choso at your side. Well really behind you, glancing around nervously at every movement or flicker of candlelight. 

You find the throne room easily, it’s in the center of the castle. But when you arrive at the entrance, the big dark doors. There’s a girl, an advisor from her attire. Long white and black robes, she seemingly guards the entrance. Looking slightly irritated, but mostly just stoic. Her hair is white, with unique red splotches. Cut short, with bangs just almost covering her eyes. When she catches sight of you, she stands up a little straighter(if that was even possible). 

“You’re the Gojo princess, correct?” She speaks respectfully, no malice or ill intention in her words. 

“I am, I was hoping to see lord Sukuna, before anything else.” You speak slowly, and she nods in understanding. 

“He is…occupied. But I'm sure he won't mind your interruption. Too much…” She murmurs the last bit. “ Though I will warn you, the…business he is attending to is not for the eyes of a young boy.” She warns, waiting for your reaction. 

Slightly puzzled, you respond. “Well…would you take Choso here, to where I’ll be staying? To deliver my things.” You glance at Choso, who still looks determined to finish his task in the big scary castle.

“I’d be happy too.” She replies, seemingly relieved to get to leave her place at the door. “Come along then.” She holds her arm out for Choso to walk ahead of her. “Good luck…” She sighs quietly.

You push open the throne room doors, using minimal force that doesn’t get you very far. Stepping through, to a rather shocking and…crude, sight. Your future husband, the king of a kingdom, with a…concubine, in his lap. His cock inside of her as she raises herself up and sinks back down onto him. You seemed to arrive at the most inconvenient moment(for you) because he glances at you, making direct eye contact as he grabs her hips, slamming her back down as he fills her up. Spurts of white dripping out of her gaping hole down her thighs as he unhooks her leg from his own thigh. Pulling out of her harshly. Shoving her off of him as if she was an animal. An object for his use. The woman doesn’t say a word, actually she only says four. Murmuring something about ‘thank you my lord’ as she scurries out of the throne room. Her shawl wrapped around her bare upper half. You take not that her other clothing(what little of it there had been to begin with) had been torn, 

Sukuna looks upon you, with a rather bored expression etched into his face. Resting his head against his hand, his elbow perched on the arm of his throne. He doesn’t bother putting his cock away, still covered in various juices, still standing rock hard.

“Lord Sukuna…” You address him, breaking the weird silence that suffocated the room. 

“Princess.” He looks you slowly up and down. “I’d apologize for the…mess. And the filth..” he glances toward where the woman had scurried off to. “But I don’t care.” He finishes crudely.

“My lord, excuse my bluntness, but why am I here? You’re clearly making an effort to get an heir in…other places.” You speak with a sort of frustration. You’d been dragged to a whole different kingdom, a dreadful one, to find the man who claimed he wanted heirs, spilling himself into another random woman. 

“She cannot give children. Neither can any of the concubines in this castle. They are infertile, deemed undesirable by others in society. But they get their use serving here.” He explains it with such..simplicity. Like it’s the most basic of concepts you don’t understand. 

“And you intend to continue…this, throughout our entire marriage?” You question, growing more irritated at the circumstances.

“If my desires are not satiated.” He rolls his eyes. As if this is boring him further, as if you don’t entertain him. But you aren’t here to entertain him, you’re here to keep your kingdom from war. “Well? Come here.” He orders.

You slowly, begrudgingly make your way over to him. Standing before his throne. Up close, he’s very handsome you have to admit. Pink hair and those intense red eyes…

“Sit.” He pats his thigh. And your eyes widen. You would not sit. Not when he was still dripping in the essence of another woman. Sure, he may be handsome. But your self respect, your dignity, would not allow this. 

“I will do no such thing.” You scoff. Glaring at him with a fury he’d never seen in any woman before. It almost surprises him. Almost. He could play chase, usually he’d bore quickly of cat and mouse, but for a pretty, stubborn little thing like you? This would be fun.

He watches as you storm off, and only when you exit the throne room, does he let his grin spread across his face. He’d have you begging for his cock before the official wedding ceremony, he was sure of it.

Meanwhile, you slowly make your way through the castles halls, eventually finding Choso sat on a decently sized bed. In a room with large windows. At least it didn’t feel like a prison. 

“You’re still here?” You ask carefully, still recovering from her previous interaction with the cursed king.

“I thought I’d wait for you to find your things, in case you got lost.” He stands from the bed. Looking stiff, like he’d been caught doing something bad.

“Won’t your mom be wanting you home?” You inquire, not meaning anything by it. But Choso’s face sinks. Looking visibly sad. 

“I don’t have a mom, I had my brothers…but they’re gone now.” He mumbles. His eyes drifting to the floor. This poor thing…

After barely a moment, an idea pops into you’re head. You could invite him to stay here with you. Surely Sukuna wouldn’t care(it didn’t seem to you like he cared about much of anything). 

“Choso, would you like to stay here with me? For the night, and if you wanna return to town in the morning, you’re more than welcome.” You offer the same sweet, kind and inviting smile you had when you’d first arrived. He’s practically tearing up as he hops around, excitedly chanting. ‘Yes yes yes yes’. 

That night Choso sleeps beneath the moonlight couch that sights by the window. A couple blankets wrapped around his sleeping form. You lay restless longer than you should. Just staring up at the ceiling. Wanting to be almost anywhere else. You’re grateful for the seperate sleeping arrangements, even if it’s probably only until the wedding. Tomorrow would be better, you’d just avoid Sukuna with his rude, vulgar tendencies. And he could fuck all the concubines he wished. Hopefully when you consummated you’re union, it would just take. Then you’d hopefully never have to do it again. He’d get his heir, and that would be the end of it. Though it’s an unrealistic sentiment, you hope for it to be possible. As you slowly drift off. Plagued with nightmares of some dark creature, four arms, covered in familiar black markings. The ones you’d noticed on Sukuna…

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[ode2rin]

home is where you are

pairing. itoshi sae x gn!reader

genre. fluff | a bit of comfort (?) | established relationship | soft!sae (._.) 

content/warnings. 1.4k+ wc | characters are aged up ! | maybe slightly ooc | mentions of sae’s vague past | heavy in narration! | minimal proofread

in which: in the absence of your presence, one silent night compelled itoshi sae to confront his old acquaintance: loneliness.

sae itoshi is no stranger to loneliness. 

years of living alone in spain at such a young age have shaped him into someone gravely familiar with being alone. 

within the confines of his once-called home, sae often found solace in the echoes of his own footsteps. the rooms remained hushed, interrupted only by the distant sounds of the bustling city outside his window. he would spend countless evenings sitting by himself, silently munching on his first meal of the day.

and in those silent hours, sae's thoughts of the past became the loudest.

sae's solitude in spain back then was a self-imposed choice, driven by his unwavering dedication to his craft. loneliness became an inevitable companion, an unintended consequence of his pursuit of greatness. 

after all, to be the greatest demanded sacrifices, and sae willingly paid the price.

he was consumed by an unrelenting passion for soccer, a hunger to prove himself on the grandest stage. but as he poured his heart into training, he unwittingly built walls around himself, protecting his fragile ambitions but also isolating himself from anyone who might see a glimpse of his struggles to chase a dream that he’s yet to learn that wasn’t made for him.

and sae knew he stopped being a kid the moment he stepped foot on that plane to spain. 

what he doesn’t know, however, is that his choices will translate to living with gaps as an adult of what was once lost in the name of chasing a goal.

but he’s been alone for more than half of his living years, so there should be no surprise in how sae got used to this. being alone inside a hotel room in an unfamiliar country, miles away from home — it's a lifestyle he has grown accustomed to. it was all he had ever known since then.

until you came along and filled every gap within him that shared familiarity with loneliness of a love so kind.

now, the familiarity of you and him is the only peace he's ever known.

suddenly, there's nowhere he'd rather be than basking in the depths of your gentle eyes as he lays beside you. trailing his fingers around your cheekbones as you sleep soundly, planting tender kisses on your shoulders while both of you lazily lounge in the living room, making you  your favorite drink as you share the details of your day — it’s a lifestyle he has grown to treasure. it’s all that he’ll ever want to spend his days with. 

and if he could, he’ll be chasing flights just to be with you. 

but he can’t, and that reality stings.

“sae?”

the sound of your voice breaks through the silence of his reminiscence, pulling sae's attention back to the present.

“sae, are you still there?”

“yeah, i’m still here,” he responds, eyes focused on the screen that connects you to him. 

he's supposed to be used to this kind of lifestyle, yet now he finds himself staring at your face on this stupid screen, wondering what he’d give just to be by your side right now.

“is there something wrong?”

you're everywhere but beside him, that's what's wrong. 

and it doesn’t help that being away from you resurrects the same feelings he experienced during his teenage years.

but in true sae itoshi’s nature, he’ll settle with just a few words to let you know how bad he’s longing to be with you.

“i just miss you,” he confessed.

taken aback by his candid admission, you halt your cleaning and settle onto the couch, eager to hear him better.

always so attentive. 

your small gestures never ceased to bewilder sae. how could you love him this gentle when every part of him is devoid of such?

“i’m here. aren’t i, love?”

fuck it all. everything be damned already because he’s booking that flight first thing tomorrow morning.

he needs to see you. he needs to hold you. and the earlier that is fulfilled, the sooner this familiar ache of loneliness will leave the pit of his stomach. he despised it.

sae detests how intimately acquainted he is with this sensation. why wouldn't he? it’s a constant reminder of a youth he lost.

he took a deep breath, drawing strength from the trust you had established between you. you had encouraged him to be vulnerable, assuring him that his emotions were safe in your hands. you would never wield them against him as weapons.

emotions. they never fared well with him. but for you, he would try.

“talk to me. i'm here, sae,” you implore, your voice carrying understanding — a lifeline amidst his relentless yearning.

you’re not here.  

“you're not…” here. his voice quivers, the vulnerability seeping through the cracks of his guarded façade. “at least, not close enough.”

sae was sure of it. 

sure of how four years of being alone in spain will never come close to the madness of being a month away from you.

your face softened, mirroring the tenderness in your heart as his words reached you. 

the depths of sae itoshi's longing were laid bare before you, and you cherished this vulnerable side of him that he rarely showed. the unspoken connection between you spoke volumes, as no one knew him quite like you did.

“i know... just a little bit more. just three more days, right?” you reassured, your voice laced with affection.

his response held a hint of hesitation, a glimpse into the impatience that simmered beneath the surface. sae wasn't simply counting down the days; he was counting every hour, every minute until he could hold you in his arms once again.

“i think so,” he replied, though there was a hint of something unsaid in his voice. and you were right to sense it. to sae, it’s no longer three more days. he will see you the day after tomorrow, pronto.

“i can't wait to see you, sae,” you whispered through the screen of your phone. 

“so do i.” madly so.

a day earlier than his supposed arrival, sae found himself standing before the familiar door of your shared apartment, a large suitcase in hand.

not wasting another second, sae stepped over the threshold, his eyes scanning the familiar space that had become a sanctuary for both of you. the soft glow of the living room lights, the scent of your favorite candle wafting through the air — it all enveloped him in a sense of belonging.

finally, you emerged from the depths of your shared bedroom, your eyes meeting his as he turned to face you. 

a surge of emotions welled up inside you, threatening to spill over. unable to contain yourself any longer, you threw yourself into his waiting embrace.

god, how he longed for this. your presence, your warmth, your very essence — it never fails to chase away the remnants of loneliness that had plagued him for far too long.

as you gradually released your grip on sae's neck, your gaze fixated upon his face. "you're back early," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath.

he remained silent, his eyes locked unwaveringly with yours. in that intense gaze, it felt as if he were immersing himself. 

and he was, for your eyes materialized a home sae never knew could exist in his world.

one that isn’t decided on where the next best game is. one that isn’t filled with echoes of his own footsteps. one that he doesn’t frequently find himself sitting alone.

but a home that stays.

out of all the places sae itoshi had been to, this was where he only belonged, where his heart found its only place.

because perhaps home isn't a four-cornered place at all, but rather just a pair of warm eyes greeting him by the door whenever he announces he’s home. 

“welcome home, sae,” you uttered, your words accompanied by a soft smile.

sae, who had grown accustomed to the bitter company of loneliness, once believed he had found contentment in its embrace. 

yet, as he felt the warmth of your presence pressed against him, he realized that he never truly understood what it meant to belong until this very moment. 

the weight of your touch and the tenderness in your eyes shattered the illusion of solitude, leaving him yearning for a future where he would never again be acquainted with the desolate emptiness of his past.

with you, there was no other path he wished to tread, except to revel in this profound happiness that resided in the curve of your lips and the light in your eyes.

he could only hope to never be familiar with solitude ever again.

“yeah,” he murmured, his lips meeting yours in a sweet, lingering kiss. breaking away with a contented sigh, he smiled against your lips and softly uttered, “i'm finally home.”

note. i wrote this while listening to if these sheets were states by atl hehe | i also rightfully blame user @saetorinrin for sending me sad sae thoughts that compelled me to *cough* comfort him | i’m sorry this is shit but pls take it | this is my first long (well it’s more than 500 wc T_T which i normally do for him) of him bec the one i originally planned is now collecting dust in my drafts &lt;3

[lair-of-platonic-yanderes]

hello queen >^< I have a request ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ so you know kirara the best girl she’s a Yokai (?) now how would she react to a mouse yokai reader just imagine what shenanigans they’d get in:DD think Tom and Jerry except one thinks one is about to eat them and one just wants to kidnap the mouse

gn child

thank yluuuu🫡🫡

Hi! I hopped you like that fic 🙂

Little Friend

Platonic! Yandere! Kirara x GN! Child! Reader (plus, a tiny bit of Platonic! Mentor! Yae Miko)

Description: Cat is chasing after the mouse, together they cause shenanigans in the shrine, and fox is thinking about the past.

Warning: OOC. English is my second language. Platonic Yandere.

Reader based on kodama nezumi

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Yae Miko has many duties.

As head of the Grand Narukami Shrine, she must oversee the shrine, and makes sure, that people are getting needed help and not causing troubles.

As owner of the Yae Publishing House, she has to make sure, that writers aren't fooling around, and submit new works in time.

As Eternity's servant and friend, she keeps Ei company, reminding her old friend about the beauty of an ever-changing world.

But, Yae Miko had one more duty.

As an older and wiser youkai, and as youkai, who is to live alongside humanity, she must teach young youkais, how to live near humans.

Today, she has another lesson with one of her current youkai pupils. A child with mouse's ears and tail.

She called them [Y/N], and, right now, they were starting to get late for their lesson.

[Y/N] were a kodama nezumi, a mouse youkai, who could create small firework-like explosions. Their explosions weren't harmful, and were used by kodama nezumis to escape from danger.

Mice youkais were quite rare, even back in the Kitsune Saiguu's days, so, Yae Miko was really surprised, when she found [Y/N] few months ago, when few villagers came to shrine, begging for help. They insisted, that evil spirits start haunting the village, causing loud noises at night. Yae Miko, who had a rare moment of free time, agreed to visit the village. She was sure, that there were no evil spirits, and villagers were simply mistaken some forest animals' noises for ghosts' howling. Yae Miko were waiting for the moment, when she will prove villagers, that they were wrong. Some soft teasing won't hurt them.

However, both sides were wrong.

Kitsune was sure, that kodama nezumis went instinct. And she was quite shocked, when, after she went to investigate, she saw a kid with mouse's ears and tail, who were hiding in a tool shed and were playing with old temari.

After a quick chase (kid were sure, that "foxy wants to eat me", so they tried to escape), Yae Miko managed to convince [Y/N] to trust her. She promised to teach them, how to live with humans.

Ever since then, [Y/N] were visiting Narukami Shrine twice a week.

Yae Miko carefully rubbed her temples. She had an idea, why little mouse youkai were late. And, for the love of Electro Archon, she hopped that she was wrong.

The sounds of people jumping, loud squeaking, happy meowing and shrine maidens' "Lady Yae, they are here again!" crashed kitsune's hope. She made a deep breath and left the shrine building.

She immediatly saw a big, round mouse and a two-tailed cat in a special express delivery running around the Sacred Sakura. 

As usual, Kirara and [Y/N] were causing troubles.

Their meeting was an incident. Kirara was delivering a package to Guuji Yae when Yae Miko had a lesson with [Y/N]. Meeting between nekomata and kodama nezumi, between a cat and a mouse, went as good as you can guess. 

With a loud "Cat!" squeak, [Y/N] transformed into their mouse form and ran off. In a flash, transformed cat Kirara chased after them. After that, Yae Miko herself hurried after the duo, quickly commanding shrine maidens to catch the cat.

It was quite a chase. [Y/N], despite being young, were smart. They managed to trick Kirara into running on the top of the shrine, got tangled in bushes and ran into Kano Nana. After that, both [Y/N] and Kirara were caught and brought back to Yae Miko. Kitsune scold them for their behavior. She also reassured [Y/N], promising, that Kirara won't eat them, and made Kirara promise not to scare the mouse kid.

Yae Miko wasn't sure, if her talk worked.

Kirara was still chasing after [Y/N] from time to time.

[Y/N] still were jumpy around Kirara.

Their chase became famous through all Inazuma. They became so famous, that one of the new authors from publishing house started to write a series of children books about smart mouse being chased by sly cat. 

Meanwhile, [Y/N] and Kirara were running in circles around shrine maidens. Suddenly, mouse [Y/N] climbed on one of the maidens and jumped, landing on Yae Miko's sleeve, while Kirara continue running around the shrine maidens. When nekomata realized, that kodama nezumi were gone, she froze, looking around in shock.

Mouse on Yae's sleeve were squeaking happily, but, after noticing their mentor's gaze, got silent, jumped down and transformed into their human form. Kirara followed their example. The duo looked guilty.

"[Y/N]." softly called Yae Miko. Kid's mouse's ears perked up.

"Yes, Great Guuji Yae?" 

Yae smiles slightly and pointed back to the shrine. 

"Please, go here. Our lesson will start soon, so, get ready."

Kodama nezumi nodded and skipped towards the shrine. Yae Miko turned her attention to Kirara. Her voice became slightly strict.

"Kirara, how many times I asked you not to chase after [Y/N]? You are scaring them."

Nekomata's tails twitched.

"But, Guuji Yae, I just want to help My little friend! But every time I try to offer my help, they refuse or try to change the topic. But I just want to help!"

Yea Miko raised an eyebrow. Kirara elaborated.

"They are a kid, they won't have any way to take care of themselves! And I can take care of them! They can live with me, I will find a cozy box for them, I will feed them. I will be their big sister!" with every word Kirara's eyes shined with some strange emotion. Yae shook her head.

"Kirara, your heart is in a right place. But, please, take it slowly. Don't harass [Y/N], and, maybe, one day, you two will be close friend, and, maybe, [Y/N] will see you as a big sister. But, please, be patient."

With that words, Yae Miko turned around and returned to the shrine. She has a lesson to teach to [Y/N].

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Kirara was on her way to the bottom of Mt. Yougou. She wasn't able to get [Y/N] to her home once again. But, she wasn't sad. As Guuji Yae said, it can be changed in a future.

One day, [Y/N] will live with her. Granny will love them for sure. Kirara will play with [Y/N], will teach them how to read and write. She will buy [Y/N] anything they want! There would be no need for them to go outside.

One day, her little friend will be safe, happy and sound. And right by her side.

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

I loved the child! Reader, you did and wondered what the characters' first response or reaction was to the fact that their guiding light was actually a kid, still under the age of 10, and still too young to be reading or watching something like Bungou Stray Dogs.

There, enjoy.

Finding out, that you are a child

Self-Aware! Platonic! BSD Characters x GN! Child! Reader

Bonus: Self-Aware! Platonic! Dazai Osamu x GN! Child! Reader x Self-Aware! Platonic! Chuuya Nakahara

Connected to this oneshot.

Warning: Soft Platonic Yandere. OOC. Mention of stalking. Two swear words. English is my second language.

Recently, you got a habit to talk with BSD Characters every time you open the app. It makes you feel, like you have friends.

Today was your birthday, so you decide to tell BSD cast about the presents, you got.

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In the app.

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Katai, Ango and Fyodor finally managed to hack the camera on your phone. Today, all of them will finally see Their Guiding Light.

All of them gather in a meeting room. The Special Screen, that they use to browse the Internet with you, was put on the wall. On this screen, they will see your face today. They were waiting for you to open the app.

The moment has come.

Their Guiding Light open the app. During the loading screen, they start talking. They sounded happy.

"Guys, it's my Birthday! I wish, you can see, what I get today!"

The Screen shines. And then they saw you.

A kid. You were a kid. No older, then ten-year-old.

With bruises on their wrists.

BSD cast were silent.

Their Guiding Light were still talking.

"Guys, look, I got a sketchbook on my birthday!"

You "show" them a cheap sketchbook.

"I already draw something there"

You open the first page.

A group portrait. A childish drawing. All of them. With you, standing in the middle. All people on the drawing were smiling.

"This is us. All of us are friends."

The Gang was silent. Meanwhile, you open the next page.

Another drawing. Dazai and You. Dazai was protecting you from three monsters. Two monsters were big. Third monster were smaller, but still bigger than you.

The monsters were named.

Dad

Mom

Derek

"This is Dazai. He is protecting me. He is my guardian even now."

You take something from your pocket and show to them.

The keychain. Dazai's figure.

Dazai himself were looking at you with soft eyes.

Then, they heard the noise. Someone was knocking on your door.

"Hey, unwanted sibling! Are you finally have gone mad? Who are you talking to? To imaginary friend, like a baby?"

That someone laughed and left.

Then BSD gang heard you mumbling.

"I am not a baby. I am nine."

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You spend sometime talking about your day. When you closed the app, the first few moments in the app were silent.

And then the wall was broken.

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🐾 They were concerned, that you are too young to learn about their lives. You are too young to learn about Mafia, killers, black market, terrorists and so much more.

🐾 But, they were more concerned about your life situation.

🐾 You saw your parents and older brother as monsters. Your brother calls you an unwanted sibling. You had bruises on your wrists.

🐾 Characters, that wanted to hurt you, before hearing your voice, already feel awful. Now, after they learned that you are a kid, they were feeling absolutely terrible.

🐾 All of them enraged. Especially Dazai.

🐾 After seeing his keychain with you, he proclaimed you his child.

🐾 They need to hurry. They need to save you.

🐾 They will be your new family. Family, that loves you.

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Bonus.

Self-Aware! Platonic! Dazai Osamu x GN! Child! Reader x Self-Aware! Platonic! Chuuya Nakahara

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Before you got into their world

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You were watching Season 4 of BSD. Characters were sitting in the meeting room, watching it with you. They enjoyed your comments, even though, you have already read the manga, and they hear them.

You were watching the episode about ADA been chased by Hunting Dogs.

And then Chuuya Nakahara on the helicopter appeared.

"You have fucked up, Detective Agency!" said Chuuya on the screen.

The Cast heard a loud gasp. Dazai clenched his fists, he glared at Chuuya, that was sitting on one of the chairs.

"Mind your language, hat rack! There is a kid watching you!"

Chuuya snaps in return.

"Back off, Vagabond! Little Guiding Light are smart kid, they won't repeat bad words after us."

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Later. When you get into the BSD world

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You were sitting on the chair, between Dazai and Yosano. You were eating pancakes.

Meanwhile, Fitzgerald was using The Internet. He was doing something about transferring his money to the real world.

Fitzgerald growl.

"This Bank is awful. They lost the documents. Now, we have to wait another three days to try again."

You chew the pancake and asked.

"It means that They have fucked up?"

Everyone became silent. Dazai stand up with a loud gasp. He was looking at you, clutching his fists.

Oda tried to calm Dazai down.

In the next moment, Dazai was holding Chuuya down, his wrist was raised right above Chuuya's face. Dazai was still looking at you.

At the end, Oda managed to pry Dazai from Chuuya and you promised never say this word again.

[yandere-writer-momo]

Merry Chrysler. Enjoy an unwanted reverse harem fic

Yandere Baki Short Stories: Tug-o-war

Yandere Katsumi x Yandere Hanayama x Amnesiac Afab Reader x Yandere Jack Hanma

TW: uncomfortable themes, yandere behavior, ooc, and a smidge of adult content

Lips eagerly pressed against the soft skin of (your name)’s cheeks, her body recoiled from the fervent tickling. What was going on?

(Your name)’s eyes fluttered open, her eyes glanced over to her assailant in confusion. Who was this man and why did he cry? Why was he all over her? Was he her boyfriend maybe? Husband?

“Oh thank god…” the handsome man held her cheeks in his palms and continued to press more kisses on her face. “I’m so happy you’re okay… I was so worried about you when you didn’t come by the dojo! Please don’t scare me like that ever again!”

(Your name) uncomfortably shifted in his hold, the young woman’s brows furrowed in confusion at this stranger’s actions. She had leapt into a fire for him? She didn’t recall such events…

“I’m sorry. I-“ she was cut off by the young man’s sudden hold on her, his face buried in the crook of her neck.

“It’s okay! You don’t have to be sorry at all, I’m just happy you’re okay-“

“Do I know who you are?”

“What do you mean?” The man nervously chuckled, his chocolate eyes filled with pain. “It’s me… Katsumi? Orochi Katsumi?”

(Your name) shook her head. “No I’m sorry, it doesn’t ring a bell.”

(Your name) went to hold her head and was surprised by the bandages wrapped around it. It would appear she must have hit her head so hard, she lost most of her memories…

Katsumi frowned but he had a hopeful expression in his eyes. He held her hands in his much larger ones. “So you really don’t remember me? Can you remember anything at all?”

(Your name) thought for a moment but it was all blank. “I can remember leaving Canada and I took a secretary position at Shinshinkai dojo...”

Katsumi nodded his head but he had a light blush on his cheeks. “That’s okay… I’ll help my girlfriend get her memories back.”

“Thank you.” (Your name) smiled warmly at Katsumi, whose cheeks turned an even brighter shade of red.

Katsumi gave her a bright smile. “We’ll be spending a lot of time together, okay?”

(Your name) thought nothing of it when Katsumi suddenly snuggled into her side, his arms tightly wrapped around her body like the coils of a snake. Yet she couldn’t help but feel a bit of unease in her stomach.

Something felt off to her but she couldn’t figure out what it was…

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Katsumi nearly cried in happiness when he arrived home. She didn’t remember the last five years… which meant that he had a chance now!

Katsumi began to breathe heavily as he went into his room. He needed to prepare for her arrival. Katsumi wanted to make his home into their home. This is where they’d start an idyllic life together.

(Your name) used to be so shy and sweet when she was the secretary at Shinshinkai. She was one of the prettiest girls he’s ever seen and she always blushed whenever he spoke to her. (Your name) would compliment him and his karate a lot which made him easily wrap himself around her fingers. Yet she still played hard to get. Katsumi was as obvious as he could be about his massive crush on her… but that was behind them now. Now, she didn’t remember him so he could push the relationship he had always wanted with her,

Katsumi began to chuckle to himself as he imagined his future with her now. They’d be together… he knew she loved him before and he was sure she could do it again.

After all, she was the one who pulled him out of Shinshinkai when it burst into flames. And the only logical explanation on why she’d do such a dangerous venture to save him was because she loved him.

Even though she had rejected his advances before, Katsumi knew it was just because she was shy. And he thought it was so cute! Katsumi loved the chase. He loved her shy glances and her rosy cheeks. He loved how she’d try to hide behind her giant, grouchy childhood friend. And what she had done for him just deepened his feelings- no his love for her.

(Your name) loved Katsumi enough to leap into the bursting flames to drag him from the rubble and to safety and he’d never forget what she had done for the rest of his life. It was only logical that he fell deeper in love with her.

Now all he had to do was deepen this beautiful relationship that began to bloom. Katsumi would carefully curate this huge step together until she would accept his hand in marriage.

Katsumi reorganized his room with a smile. He wondered how many children she’d like. One or two? Maybe even more?

This all excited him so much… if only he was aware that he wasn’t the only one who held a torch for the young woman. A certain yakuza had his eye on her as well…

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Hanayama sat in his office chair in contemplation on the news Kizaki had told him. (Your name) had lost her memories?

(Your name) was one of the only women Hanayama had ever been genuinely interested in because she wasn’t interested in him. Yet despite her disinterest in him as a man, she was still quite kind to him. There was even an instant she had given him one of her handkerchiefs to wipe blood off his face after a fight in the ring.

Hanayama glances at the white, lace handkerchief that sat in a frame on his desk. He adored her. She was so spunky despite how dainty she was and she diligently stayed beside her best friend’s side… Hanayama envied Jack Hanma.

That blonde bastard had no idea how good he had it. To have someone so loyal beside him. To have someone fret over his wounds and to ask about his day. It made Hanayama physically ill that Jack didn’t return even an ounce of her feelings…

Hanayama glanced at the rose that was messily embroidered on the framed handkerchief. He could recall their first conversation…

“Here, use my handkerchief to wipe the blood off.” (Your name) smiled at Hanayama as she handed him the small piece of fabric. “Oh… I never noticed that you kind of smell like roses, Hanayama. It kind of shows me that you have a gentle side.”

She captured his heart in an instant. No one had ever noticed his subtle rose scent to honor his late mother. From that day forth, he actively pursued her hand.

Hanayama would buy her extravagant gifts such as jewelry and designer clothing. He constantly brought her bouquets of roses, a few of them from his own personal garden, and yet she always kindly let him down.

Hanayama didn’t understand what she saw in Jack. He was a drug addict who selfishly put himself before her every single time. Hanayama was the whole package.

He was rich, he had power, and his crime family all assured him that he was very attractive. What more could she want? He would give her the world… and perhaps he came off too strongly. He hadn’t meant to scare her, he simply wanted her love.

And with her memory loss, he saw his perfect chance to give her the life she deserved. The one with him.

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As she rested in the hospital, she was constantly visited by her boyfriend, Katsumi. He’d bring her takeout or some meals made by his mother, Natsue. Sometimes the food did taste a little off… a little too salty or sometimes a little too sweet. But she didn’t waste any of it since Katsumi had so graciously brought her so much food.

It was incredibly rare for him not to be by her side so she never took into consideration that she may be known to more than one person…

The door creaked open which made her smile warmly at whoever was in the doorway. That must be Katsumi as per usual!

“Katsumi-“ (your name) went silent when she noticed a giant scarred man in a crisp, white suit that stood in her doorway. His thick hands held a ginormous bouquet of roses in his arms. Who was this intimidating man? He looked dangerous.

The man adjusted the glasses on his face and silently made his way to sit beside her, the bouquet now held tightly in his hands. His knuckles turned white from the force of his grip which made her even more nervous.

“Um… hello-“ (your name) nearly screamed when he turned to her and crushed the roses between his fists until they were a liquid. She shook like a leaf when he brought his hands up to her face. Was he going to crush her? Oh god… she was terrified.

Instead he gently held her cheeks in his palm, the heavy scent of roses consumed her in a comforting blanket. There was something so incredibly intimate about this situation while the scarred man studied her expression. She felt as if she was being swallowed whole under his intense gaze. His eyes unnerved her.

After what felt like an eternity of staring into each other’s souls, the man slowly pulled away with a furrowed brow. He sat straight up in his chair in thought.

“Doctor Shinogi was right, you really did lose your memory.” The man then pulled out a cigar and was about to light it but (your name) stopped him. A soft smile crawled on his lips. “But you still hate when I smoke…”

“I’m sorry that I don’t remember you-“ The man grabbed her hand and pressed his lips against her knuckles.

“It’s okay, I’m Hanayama Kaoru. But you may call me Kaoru when we’re alone.” Hanayama stared at her while he tucked the cigar back into his suit jacket.

“I prefer to call you Hanayama. How are we acquainted?” (Your name) asked the stoic man who simply kissed her knuckles over and over again.

“You’re my fiancée.” Hanayama told her with a serious expression on his face. “You belong solely to me. When you’re discharged from the hospital, we’ll head back to our home. I made sure the rose garden was spruced up to your liking.”

Hanayama studied her dainty hands in his large ones in thought. “It seems you do not have a ring so I’ll have to get you another.”

(Your name) could only sit there in shock while this beast of a man pressed more tender kisses on her knuckles. His obsidian eyes studied her like a lion staring down a gazelle.

(Your name) furrowed her brow in confusion. Hanayama was her fiancé? But Katsumi was her boyfriend? That didn’t make any sense. She couldn’t possibly be involved with more than one man… she didn’t believe she was the type to be at least.

Hanayama bent down and pressed his lips on the top of her head. It was so strange to have such a large man be so gentle with her…

“I’ll be back tomorrow with a new ring for you. Then we’ll see how long it will be until you’re discharged.”

Hanayama then left her room without another word, leaving her to try to collect her thoughts.

She could not put into words on why she felt so sick to her stomach, but something about Hanayama terrified her to her core. Maybe she should wait until Katsumi dropped by to talk to him?

(Your name) winced when she felt a sudden pain in her head. A sharp head ache hit her when she thought to ask Katsumi for help as if her body was subconsciously telling her that it wasn’t a good idea to notify Katsumi.

(Your name) really hoped her memories returned soon… she felt so lost.

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Katsumi arrived a few hours after Kaoru had left. The young man nearly leapt at her when he came into the room. His cheeks flushed and his exposed skin covered in a light sheen of sweat. He still had on his karate gi… Katsumi must have rushed to get here as soon as he could.

“I’m so sorry, baby! My karate lesson ran over today so I wasn’t able to be here at my usual time.” Katsumi sighed dreamily while he buried his face in the crook of her neck. Katsumi glanced up at her with a big, goofy smile. “But I’m here now so we can cuddle all night.”

(Your name) nearly squealed when Katsumi positioned her body to sit on his lap while he laid on the bed. His planted his lips firmly on her cheek.

“Here, drink some of the miso I brought.” Katsumi eagerly handed her the canteen of soup, leaving no room for a refusal. (Your name) laughed as she drank the comforting soup. It was a bit saltier than normal but she ignored the weird taste.

“Thank you, Katsumi… I appreciate all you do for me.”

Katsumi’s mood shifted when he noticed the rose stems in the trash. His arms considerably tightened around her body while his lip quivered and his voice shook, “you didn’t have a guest did you?”

(Your name) almost admitted the truth but a voice in her brain started to scream at her to be quiet. She held her hands up to her head with a wince. “Don’t tell him anything! Don’t tell any of them anything!”

Katsumi quickly sat up and held (your name)‘s face in his hands. His chocolate eyes filled with concern. “Are you okay? Do you have a headache?”

(Your name) leaned her head onto Katsumi’s shoulder which made the man instantly melt into a puddle. Katsumi pulled her close to his body to try to comfort her, his lips feverishly pressed against the top of her head.

“My head does hurt a bit… but I think I’ll be okay.” Katsumi held her close enough that he could smell the roses on her. He now knew exactly who had visited her… no wonder why her head hurt! The brute probably overpowered her senses with roses and gave her a headache!

Katsumi hugged (your name) and rubbed soothing circles on her back. “I’ll lay beside you until your head doesn’t hurt, okay? Is there anything you want? I can get it for you.”

“I just want to lay beside you.” (Your name) smiled warmly at him. Her eyes felt so heavy already despite it only being the early afternoon.

It wasn’t long until she fell asleep, her head tucked on Katsumi’s chest while he rubbed calming circles on her back. A soft smile on his face as he admired her resting face. She looked so peaceful… like- no she belonged with him.

Even if she couldn’t remember the last five years of him and Hanayama courting her, Katsumi would make it work. She no longer remembered that monster so it made the perfect opening for him to swoop her off her feet.

(Your name) would never cry over that bastard who didn’t deserve her. She wouldn’t have to worry about him ever again since she would become his wife.

“We don’t need anyone else but you and me.” Katsumi muttered under his breath. “It’s so nice to finally have you even if I have to help you sleep to be able to lay beside you like this.”

Katsumi sighed dreamily since he didn’t just crush up sleeping pills in her miso, he also put some special sauce in there so a part of him would be inside of her. In a way, they were already one. “I love you.”

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For the first time since Jack was eight, (your name) was not by his side. The last few months have been strange. She had been visiting him less and less until her sunny self no longer appeared in front of him. And it upset him. Especially from how scared she was the last time he saw her.

Jack had never seen (your name) cry like that before as she tried to tell him what was wrong but he brushed her aside in favor of his training, a choice he now regretted.

He was here today to try to make it up to her. Jack knocked on the door to her house with a frown. This was the first time he’s even went to her himself, but he hadn’t seen her in almost six months. Jack had been so focused in his training that he failed to realize the world going on around him. He was so worried about her…

“(Your name)?” Jack noticed how messy the house was which raised alarm bells in his head. She was never so messy…

Jack scrounged around for the spare key until he found it, the giant let himself into the house only to see the numerous gift boxes and opened envelopes shoved into a corner in the living room.

His hands shook as he read some of the letters. These were from Katsumi and Hanayama… oh god. She was being hounded by them to date them. No wonder why she was so afraid.

Jack tried to rummage through her things to get a clue on where she could be but a framed photograph beside her bed caught his eye. His large hand shakily picked up the frame to see a picture of the two of them when they were kids.

“Don’t worry, I’ll save you.” The gears began to turn in Jack’s head. He could move the two of them to a more remote location where it was safer. Yes… he needed to keep her safe.

Jack had pushed her away over the last five years so she wouldn’t have to watch him destroy himself but now he knew he had made the wrong decision. (Your name) didn’t care about the lengths he’d go to for strength, she only wanted to be by his side. And Jack would let her. She would be much safer by his side and in his arms than anywhere else in the world.

“I’ll bring you home.”

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Now (your name) was visited by Hanayama and Katsumi in a strange rotation over the last two months. Katsumi usually came in the afternoon and sometimes spent the night while Hanayama came in the late morning. The two men were as different as night and day.

While Katsumi was warm and friendly, Hanayama was the complete opposite. He was composed and eerily stoic save for the obsessive touching. But it was his gaze that unnerved her the most. There was an unknown emotion hidden behind his obsidian eyes that made her skin crawl.

His eyes seemed to bore into every fiber of her being as if he owned her. His touches were possessive and his kisses lingered on her skin longer than she would have liked. Yet he was insistent that she was his fiancée.

“I bought you a dress.” Hanayama whispered as he handed her neatly wrapped box. “You’re being discharged in a few days so I’ll take you out to dinner.”

“You didn’t have to do that for me-“ (your name) nearly jumped when he placed the black box in front of her. The look he gave her spoke volumes. Open my gift.

(Your name) opened the gift to reveal a beautiful gown made of red silk. This dress would no doubt hug her figure and that made a pool of dread settle in her stomach. Why did this gift of clothing make her so terribly afraid? It was a beautiful dress…

(Your name) was surprised when Hanayama suddenly planted a kiss on her shoulder. His dark eyes glanced up at her for acknowledgment.

“Do you like it?” Hanayama swung his arm around her and pulled the dress up by its thin straps so she could get a visual in the mirror. “I think you’d look stunning in this color.”

(Your name) gulped at their reflection in the mirror. She looked so out of place beside this giant man as he looked over her like a shadow. She felt like a lamb trapped in the maw of a wolf.

“We can get married in a week.” Hanayama reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black box. “I finally found a new ring that would look beautiful on you.”

(Your name) instantly couldn’t breathe from how anxious she was. Ring? A new ring? Why did he-

(Your name) nearly screamed when the door to her room slammed open and an absolute unit of a man walked in, the muscular blonde bent down to be able to fit through the door way. Recognition instantly flashed on her face when she saw him. This was…

“Jack?” (Your name) asked softly, her eyes softened at the sight of her childhood friend. Despite how much mass he’s gained, the insane height he grew, and the scars that littered his body, she instantly recognized the Jack Hanma.

Jack shoved Hanayama out of the way, his big arms quickly scooped her up in his arms.

“I didn’t know where you were for months and I finally got the call from doctor Shinogi.” Jack sighed, his massive body sunk into hers. “I should have come sooner but…”

Jack pulled away and bit his lip in guilt. He hadn’t been the greatest to her over the last few years but Kureha had told him that (your name) didn’t remember the last five years so this could be a redemption for him. He could finally give her the love she deserved now that he’s sorted out his feelings…

Jack nearly cried when she pulled him into a hug, a big smile on her face, the bright smile he hadn’t seen in years… the one that could light up the darkest of tunnels.

“It’s so nice to see you.” (Your name) smiled at him. “Are you doing well?”

Jack simply gave her a squeeze, he turned his head to glare at Hanayama. His cinnamon eyes filled with rage. How dare he try to take advantage of (your name)… how dare he and Katsumi try to fill her head with lies.

“I’m better now that I’m with you.” Jack muttered before he turned his attention back to her. “I can take you home after you’re discharged.”

“Home?”

“Mhmm. You live with me.” Jack replied softly, his large fingers played with a lock of her hair. “Where it’s safe.”

(Your name) felt her gut start to twist once again. She felt as if Jack was lying to her…

“Oh but I-“

“She’s coming home with me.” Hanayama interjected, his large hand held Jack’s shoulder. “She’s my fiancée.”

Jack huffed and pulled away from (your name). “Have you always been so insane to not understand she doesn’t have feelings for you-“

(Your name) almost screamed when Hanayama grabbed the collar of Jack’s shirt and yanked him down to his height. What on earth were they doing?

“Are you trying to take this outside?” Jack smirked at Hanayama who just glared at him.

And that’s when Katsumi waltzed into the room in shock. The karateka glanced between the two men before he noticed how teary eyes. Katsumi rushed to (your name)‘s side and pulled her into a hug in an attempt to comfort her.

“Are you alright, did they upset you?”

“Stay out of this.” Jack hissed as he put his hand between Katsumi and (your name).

“You stay away from my girlfriend.” Katsumi hissed while he swatted Jack’s hand away. “You’re always interfering between us-“

“She is not your girlfriend-“ Jack was interrupted by Hanayama, who squeezed between the two men to try to grab (your name)’s hand.

“She’s my fiancée-“

“She’s always been mine. You two need to leave her alone.” Jack hissed before the three men broke into argument over who she should end up with.

Poor (your name) could only sit on her hospital bed while the three men argued on who she belonged to. Her head was killing her… but maybe it was better that she didn’t remember anything about them?

Who knew how long she’d be trapped in this game of tug-o-war until one of them rose to be the victor? All she could do was sit quietly as they settled between them who her true partner was.

[cybunii]

YOU NEEDED LOVE, I NEEDED YOU !!

a/n: i got sad and wrote this LOL but people wanted a part two to the other one so i hope this one is just as good !!

pairing: Leon kennedy x Gn!reader

cw: sad leon, maybe ooc?

-

Leon didn't like being alone after he met you. 

He clung to you as soon as he met you, doing everything in his power just to get an ounce of your attention. It's almost like a puppy begging their owner for treats or toys, he needed you, it was simple.

He’d walk to the ends of the earth for you, maybe even haunting you after death.

Even if he was cranky, or didn't understand the little things you did. He still loved you with every single piece of him, his heart belonged to you. 

And that was enough. 

Holidays have always been odd for him, his work never let him off around these days and he's so used to all of the stress that comes with the job. 

He felt almost empty, or maybe useless. 

He put that energy into almost everything he did with you, helping with baking and decorating. Even taking the time to decorate the outside of the house. It made him feel content, at least it made you happy. 

After helping you bake the first time, he was practically hooked. One bite of the desert you made and his fate was sealed, you had baked his heart and served it up for him to eat. 

He didn't think he minded that thought that much, maybe it was self-destructive or obsessive- But he would let you do anything to him, then again cannibalism always had weird hints of romance in those books he picked up. 

Decorating was fun at times, your pushy nature about how certain things needed to be done made you seem cute. 

He didn't understand the hype behind real christmas trees or specific ornaments on them, then again he didn't celebrate christmas growing up. Not that he never wanted to, but Santa and presents were off the table from a very young age. 

The way the ornaments lit up when the lights were plugged in was stunning. 

He decided that was his favorite part, well maybe one of them. Seeing your face break out into a smile once you stepped back from the finished tree may as well be burned into his memory. He wished he could've taken a picture.

-

He knew the holidays would be different this year, he was warned about a dangerous mission about a week ago, and the possibility of him coming back was less than none. 

He didn't like those odds. 

Not that he feared death or his job, but the first thing that came to mind was you. I mean he fought for you, secretly laid on his deathbed a few times, and thought of coming home to you later. 

He could never tell them no though, who was he to go against them? He was at their beck and call, a mindless robot who goes on missions and returns with less and less of his sanity intact. 

You weren't the jealous type, or at least he didn't think you were. He could handle you hating him, but he didn't want to feel the hatred at the moment, coming up with a desperate plan at the last second. 

He used Ada as an escape plan, thinking chasing after a woman on christmas would make you hate him, that way it was easier for him to leave. 

You didn't give a reaction, just staring at him with a blank expression. 

Every silent minute felt like hours, the seconds slowly shattering his heart the longer he stood there. Not like you knew that, he had been trained to keep a straight face, this was nothing.

-

He knew what nothing felt like when he left you. Leaving out the door with nothing to his name, no car, no clothes, and absolutely no money. Only a throwaway phone he used. 

He didn't want to look back at you, even if you showed no reaction, he didn't want to break down crying at the sight of your blank face. 

His only destination was the location they gave him, punching the place in and groaning when its hours away. 

He made it there the next day and to his surprise? 

They no longer needed him, the mission was a success by some other agent who was able to get there quicker and finish the job. They didn't know what he did to get there, and quickly ushered him out, saying they'll call if they ever needed him for something else. 

If leaving you didn't break him, knowing he could've come back to you absolutely crushed him. I mean even to the point of dry heavy sobs in some random hotel that he managed to get a room at, grabbing at the sheets as the tears ran down his red face. 

He never was the type to show his true emotions, always bottling them up until they turned to anger wasn't exactly the best thing for him to do. 

They always led to moments like these, a bottle exploding under the pressure and going everywhere, unable to be fixed or glued back together. 

It took him hours to stop crying, only because nothing else would come out anymore. 

His puffy eyes and disheveled hair made him frown, he never was one to look so pathetic, at least not in these situations.

He just wanted to lay somewhere, letting all of his emotions out and not having to do anything else. He never was the best type to be alone, his thoughts never made it easy.

-

He never did leave the state, coming back to your town with the promise of a small job at some weird office. Didn’t matter to him, it made decent money. 

He was observant of his surroundings at all times, his broken heart controlling his eyes as he walked the town, hoping to even see just a glimpse of you. 

He never did. 

He wondered if you had moved away. 

He hoped you didn't, with enough money he didn't mind going everywhere to find you. There's no limit to what he would've done to find you. 

There wasn't a day that went by that he didn't think of you, or how sorry he was for leaving. He would look out the window at night just staring at the moon, hoping you were too, at least you'd be doing the same thing he was. 

That would be enough for him. 

With the extra money he had, he would just walk around the town for hours. Going to the most popular restaurants and parks. Supposedly those were fun things to do, but he knew he only went there because he went there with you. 

He couldn't even shop without thinking of you, buying the small snacks and not thinking about it until he got home, leaving them sitting in the cabinet for months because his mind tricked him you were still around. 

It was sad, and he knew that. 

It was heartbreaking to know christmas was next week. How had time slipped by him that fast?

He may not have had his own traditions, but he’d never forget what he did with you. Practically burning a hole in his wallet as he bought a real christmas tree, buying the same ornaments and lights, and every single ingredient for the stuff you baked. 

The finished tree never did look as pretty without your smile paired with it.

And the deserts tasted empty, it wasn't like they weren't good- But they could be so much better if you had made them. 

He had bought you something too. 

It may have been corny, and also pathetic- He seemed to like that word, being hard on himself had to be his favorite pastime at this point. 

But he bought you a ring, one you had pointed at on a random day saying you wanted it. It hadn't even been a week since you started dating when you said that, and he remembered it ever since. 

He was definitely using that memory for later. 

But now it sits under the bright, but also dull tree, the lights bouncing off the shiny wrapping paper. He dreamed of giving it to you, maybe even placing it in your mailbox with no return address. 

He decided that was creepy, a good call on his end.

He wasn't a stalker, maybe not in a bad way. 

That’s beside the point. 

He missed you that night, maybe more than any other night. His mind decided to be real nice to him that night, creating a dream of you being together again and being happy, celebrating christmas like old times. 

He may have woken up that next morning and bawled his eyes out, but that was okay.

It felt real to him. 

And that was enough for now. 

-

word count: 1.5k

[newtthetranswriter]

Hi, I saw that your ATLA requests are open again! Could I get a Zuko x f/reader, where they were childhood best friends until he was banished? The reader joined the avatar after running away and now they meet again for the first time? And they kinda hate each other and fight but at the same time avoid hurting each other? Thanks!!

Word Count: 1388

Paring: Zuko x reader

Warnings: Canon typical violence, probably ooc zuko (it’s my first time writing for him)

A/n: I’m so sorry it took so long for me to finish this. I kept trying and had to rewrite it multiple times cause I wasn’t happy with how it was turning out, but I think it’s good now. I hope you enjoy and remember to hydrate or diedrate.

A/n2: I just wanted to add that I changed the timeline slightly. Zuko was still banished at 13 but instead of Aang being found when Zuko is 16, he’s found when Zuko is 18.  Also, yes I know they run into Zuko after the fortune teller episode but it was just the best spot I could work reader into joining the Team.

    Being the daughter of Ozai’s closest advisor gave some pretty great perks, like growing up alongside Prince Zuko. Zuko and I were as close as two friends could get, we would spend most of our time together avoiding Azula and feeding the turtle ducks. When we weren’t playing we were practicing our fire bending together, again being a high ranking advisor's kid got you a lot, including lessons with the royal families firebending  teachers. For the longest time it was me and Zuko against the world, but alas all good things come to an end. Shortly after we turned thirteen, Zuko was invited by his father to a war council meeting where he spoke up against a general’s plan. Having offended his father Zuko was subject to an Agni Kai where Ozai burned him and then banished the young prince, sending him on a wild goose chase for the Avatar.

    I tried to go with him but Zuko pushed me away telling me I need to stay safe in the walls of the Palace. I had, at the time, agreed, but after two years of watching the ‘Great Fire Nation’ destroy the world, I had enough. One night when I knew ships bound for the Earth Kingdom were docking to pick up new soldiers, I snuck out of my room in the palace with only a change of clothes and snuck onto one of the mini ships. I stayed hidden on the ship for days, sneaking food from the kitchen when it was empty at night. The first stop the ship made outside of the Fire Nation, I took my chance and fled into the Earth Kingdom.

   I spent three years moving around different villages in the Earth Kingdom, mostly avoiding any signs of the Fire Nation. If a village I had been staying in got attacked I would leave. It may sound bad but if I stayed to help, I’d only end up back in the Fire Nation and likely executed for treason so the best choice was to keep moving whenever they got close. Although that plan changed when rumors of the Avatar’s return started to surface. Taking the information as a sign to start fighting back, I packed up what little things I owned and left the town I had been staying in.

  Spending a few weeks following sightings of the Avatar hoping to catch up with him eventually. I miraculously managed to catch up with him and his friends when they were helping to protect a village from an erupting volcano. After assisting them, I explained that I had run away from the Fire Nation and wanted to help them end the war. It took a lot of convincing but they eventually agreed to let me join them on their journey to the Northern Watertribe.

   After a couple of weeks of flying, making stops for food and letting Appa rest, we eventually made it to the Northern Tribe. Not long after our arrival in the north, the Fire Nation attacked. After trying to take out the ships on his own, Aang decided he needed to go into the spirit world in search of help. Joining Aang, Katara, and Yue, I positioned myself near the entrance of the Spirit Oasis ready to be the first line of defense in case anyone tries to stop Aang. 

   I zoned out of the conversation Katara was having with the Princess as she was just explaining that as long as no one moved Aang’s body everything would be fine. Right as I was about to agree with Katara for saying we could protect him, I heard a voice that I thought I would never hear again.

   “Well, aren’t you a big girl now.” Sure, his voice was deeper and void of any emotion other than anger. I knew it was him. Moving closer to Katara, I motioned for Yue to run and continued to watch my old friend’s confrontation with my new friend. I could hear a quiet ‘no’ leaving Katara as she realized someone was here to take Aang. “Yes. Hand him over and I won’t have to hurt you.” Zuko said, getting in a fighting stance.

   Katara responded by also taking a fighting stance. Using the distraction of the two of them fighting I moved to place myself in front of Aang so no stray attacks could hit him. Normally when fighting firebenders I would step in, but seeing as it’s currently the night I know waterbending is more powerful and so I let Katara deal with Zuko. I watched in amazement as Katara used a wave of water to push Zuko up a wall and then freeze him there. 

   After trapping Zuko, Katara ran to make sure Aang was ok. While she was distracted, I felt a slight increase in energy come from my bending, knowing that it was likely day break I turned back to where Zuko had been trapped. “Katara stand back and keep an eye on him.” I said getting in my own fighting stance. She let out a confused sound as a blast of fire was sent directly at her. Acting quickly I deflected the attack.

  “You rise with the moon … I rise with the sun.” Zuko said not paying attention to the fact his attack missed.

   Taking his momentary pridefulness as an opening, I sent my own attack his way kicking a stream of fire at his legs effectively knocking him down. “So do I dipshit.” I said as he jumped back to his feet, confusion written across his face. “Surprised to see me? Now if you want to get to Aang you have to go through me.” Getting ready for a counter attack. When one didn’t happen I took another shot, sending a ball of fire towards him.

   Snapping out of his confusion, Zuko quickly deflected. “What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be safe, back in the Fire Nation.” He asked, not bothering to fight back. 

   “I haven’t been in the Fire Nation for three years, Zuko. I left after all that happened to you and then watching the Fire Nation kill thousands of innocent people, I couldn’t sit and watch them destroy the world for no reason.” I explained, sending attack after attack his way. “You of all people should understand that your father doesn’t care about the innocent lives lost and just wants to keep this war going.”

   Up until mentioning his father, Zuko only deflected my attacks. But as soon as the Fire Lord was mentioned, he sent his own volley of attacks my way, though for some reason it felt like he wasn’t giving it his all. “How dare you speak poorly about my father. He gave you so much, let you learn fire bending from the same masters who only teach royalty, let you live in his palace, and here you are saying he just wants an endless war.” 

   Rolling my eyes, I continued to send attacks his way. After what felt like hours, but was probably only twenty minutes, Zuko got the upper hand. He sent a well timed blast at my stomach as I was trying to catch my breath. It wasn’t strong enough to burn or leave any lasting damage but just enough to knock what little air I had out of my lungs and send me tumbling to the ground. While I was down I heard Katara start to fight back but it was quickly followed by the sound of her also hitting the ground. Still trying to catch my breath I sat up and watched as Zuko grabbed Aang and ran.

   When Sokka and Yue entered the Oasis, I couldn’t help but feel that it was my fault Aang was taken. I listened as Katara explained that we had both tried to fight him off but he got the upper hand and knocked us both down. When Sokka turned to look at me, I just shook my head. Not wanting to face the fact they all now knew I have history with Zuko and were probably thinking I pulled my punches because of it. Turning away from the group as they decided it was best to go after him and find Aang, I declined, not wanting to be caught pulling my punches against Zuko again.

[star-girl69]

this was requested to me in a pm but this is the gist of it-

aemond x f!reader who is the daughter of a high ranking lord who is close friends with helaena and the rest of the royal family, but has a particularly close relationship with aemond. he comes to her for comfort after the pink dread joke, she goes to him when she has nightmares about the day he lost eye, and they basically just slowly fall in love with each other throughout their childhood. later, it is revealed that reader is bethrothed to someone else. aemond freaks out and then typical aemond-ness ensues.

this is so ooc but it’s cute so whatever also i apologize for it being so long i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: violence, kissing, swearing, mentions of sex, reader cries a lot, parental neglect (kinda?), tell me if i missed anything!

You Have Always Been Mine

—-

The fire crackles as you stare into it. Fire has always transfixed you, which was probably why you were so intwined in the family of fire and blood.

You were the fourth daughter of a powerful lord, only good for being a bargaining chip in a marriage. Your parents had been chasing a son, but only daughters came to them.

When you first visited King’s Landing, you were utterly lost. By chance, you stumbled upon Helaena in the gardens, a spider weaving between her fingers. You were fascinated by her bravery, and she was fascinated by yours. No one would ever approach her like this- so boldly ask what she is doing. Everyone walks on eggshells around her. But you were not like that, and she found herself not wanting to leave your side.

At Alicent’s request, you became a part of the family. Your parents agreed to it, seeing as it was one less worthless daughter to feed. Helaena told everyone you were her sister, and it was Alicent who held you when you got your first bleed.

Until the day you died, you would always be inexplicably tied with the Targaryens.

The sun has long since set, and your handmaidens has retired shortly after. You had tried to find sleep, but it would not come for you. You figured some needlepoint would help your mind to calm, your body to lull itself into a state of sleep.

So, at this late hour, when you hear a knock upon your door, there could only be one person on the other side.

“Come in,” You call, and the door opens to the sight of Aemond Targaryen. He bars the door, walking over to your sitting area quickly. “What troubles you, Aemond?”

He always came to you for comfort- and you were all too happy to provide it. You were too young to truly understand what was happening, but your stomach clenched each time you saw Aemond, each time you heard his name, or even thought about him.

“They gave me a pig.” He settles down on the couch, pushing his head into your lap. You quickly move your needlepoint, afraid of accidentally injuring him.

“What do you mean?”

“Jace, Luke, and Aegon. Today, during our dragon riding lesson. They put fake wings on a pig.” Your heart twisted for him.

“Oh, Aemond.” Your fingers wound into his hair, softly scratching his scalp. He sighed into your touch. “I’m sorry. They are so cruel to you… I- I do not know why.” He keeps his eyes closed, and you don’t cease your scratching. “If I could change it, I would. In a heartbeat, Aemond.” He opens his eyes, and you move your hand to caress the side of his face.

“Sometimes I think you are the only one who truly loves me, Y/N.” He grabs your hand with his own, holding it there as if he is scared you will pull away. You would never, not unless he asked.

“You speak lies. Helaena loves you, and your mother does.”

“Yes, but not truly. Not as you do. You love me like you can look into my soul and see every bad thing I will ever do- and yet you still love me.”

“I doubt I could ever not love you, Aemond.” He turns his face, pressing a kiss to your palm.

“Promise you won’t leave me to the vultures.”

You smile. “I promise, Aemond.”

—-

The worst day of your life was when Aemond lost his eye. The fear- not knowing if you would lose him. You knew even then that you could not bear losing him.

Even weeks after that day, you found yourself having nightmares.

They would start similar to the actual events, a servant telling you to go the hall- that Prince Aemond had been injured.

You were not sure if you would ever forget the fear you felt when the servant told you that.

You would run to the hall, tripping over your skirts and worry snaking around your throat like a hand, choking you.

You would open the doors with a bang, look around frantically until you caught sight of him sitting by the fire. You would be relieved, and run over.

But when you were only a few feet away you wouldn’t see the gash over his eye. Oh, he was fine. You would grab his hand, notice how it was cold and limp in your hands. Then you would look up, see a knife sticking out of his heart.

And you would wake up screaming.

Tonight was no different.

It was the last night of your journey back to the Red Keep, leaving behind that horrible Driftmark.

But tonight, you could not bear it. You needed to see him- remind yourself that he was still alive.

So, with shaky legs and a teary face, you climbed out of bed, feet padding against the cold wooden floor. The door creaked as you opened it, and you flinched, but no one came.

You crossed the hallway, opening his door as softly as you could. His did not creak, and you sent a silent thank-you to the gods.

You shut the door behind you, turning around.

You had just wanted to come in while he was sleeping, see that he was okay, see the rise and fall of his chest, and leave. But he was sitting up in bed, waiting for you.

“I heard you scream.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think anyone could hear.”

“I would always hear you if you were in trouble, Y/N.” He seems almost bored, stating that as if it was a fact.

You smirked. “Even if I was a million miles away?”

He gulps and doesn’t answer. “What was your nightmare about?”

“It- I shouldn’t burden you with it.” You walk forward, standing next to his bed. “I’m sorry for coming.”

“Don’t be. Tell me, Y/N.”

“I-” You feel the tears fall again at even just the memory. “Instead of your eye- there was a knife in your heart. You were dead, Aemond, and I could not bear it.”

He looks at you almost placidly.

“I just came to remind myself that you’re alive.” You place a hand on his face, the side closest to you that was maimed. “I’m so sorry, Aemond.”

“Lay with me.”

You take a step back, and he lets you. Your hand falls.

“Aemond- I can’t… It would be improper.”

He scoffed. “That is nothing. I am prince and you are a princess.” You open your mouth to speak but he stops you. “Alicent thinks of you her daughter, Helaena thinks you her sister. And you are mine. My best friend, and no one will take that from us.”

Your tears multiply at his words, but they are grateful tears.

“Lay with me,” He repeats, and you climb into his bed. He shuffles over, and you press your head against his chest. Feel his heartbeat. Remind yourself that he is here, he is alive, and he is yours.

The moon comes in through the window, shining off of the wall you are facing. You tilt your head up, look him in the eyes.

“I wish I could give you your eye back.”

“I know you would if you could.” You smile, and something ignites in his stomach.

When he said you were his, something had ignited in his stomach. But you were here, you were next to him, and you were his. You were his in a way that ran much deeper than blood, than marriages. You were his by cosmic right, by some way that your soul’s were tethered together.

If he lost you, he would not be able to live.

But he pushes that away, because you were here now, you were next to him, and you were his. At least for now.

—-

You knew that the years had been kind to you. Men stared at you in halls, asked for your hand in marriage. But you did not have your eye on them. You had your eye on your family.

You did not want to think about marriage, about being taken away from them. It loomed over you, growing closer everyday.

You confided in Helaena, and she told you that you would always be sisters.

The stars have demanded it, that we be sisters.

Of course, you never quite were able to decode Helaena’s riddles. But you took comfort in it.

When you told Aemond of your fears, he had gripped his sword handle as if he could bend it in half.

You will always be mine. Don’t dirty your mouth with talk of another man.

If you were being truthful, the years had been kind on Aemond as well. He trained all the time, his body lean muscle. He was much taller than you, and his sharp features and eyepatch inspired fear.

Not in you.

He was still your Aemond, the one who held you when you had nightmares, who came to you when he was hurt by his nephews and brother.

You entertained the thought of marrying him in your most private moments. It would be a dream, you would stay with your family, and be married to Aemond. No one would be able to take you away from each other.

But your parents still had the final say, and you figured this was why they were coming today.

You stood with the royal family, in between Aemond and Alicent.

Perhaps he knew what their coming meant, because you could feel his eyes on you, tracing over your face.

You wish he could think you were beautiful like you thought him to be, but you would always just be his best friend. But, to even have a little piece of him was better than none of him. Even if you both married other people- you could never love someone like you love him.

The carriage pulled to a stop in the courtyard, and your parents exited. Their wish had been granted, and a 5 year old boy raced out of the carriage, rambunctious and entitled. Your parents gave him everything, but alas, you hoped they had softened now that they had their son.

“Daughter!” Your father exclaimed, and you stepped forward. Your had been in the same etiquette lessons as Helaena, the etiquette for a princess was all you knew. Your mother eyed you, picking up your brother, whose name you knew to be Thomas.

Your father grabbed your hands, looking you over, nodding to himself.

Your mother stepped forward as well, Thomas pulling at her hair. She ignored it.

“You will make the most beautiful bride, soon.”

You hoped it was never.

“Oh,” Your father spoke up again, putting an arm around your mother. “I cannot bear to wait any longer. We have betrothed you. A Tyrell son- the first son, heir to Highgarden! I guess he saw you at court, and came to us for your hand.”

You could not see straight.

“You will be the Lady of Highgarden!” Your mother seemed to be ecstatic, and you felt your heart break.

You could not. You would not.

You were frozen. You did not know what to do, what to say. Behind you, you could feel the tension from the royal family roll off in waves.

You heard Helaena’s soft cries, Alicent trying to comfort her. You turned away from your parents. although your father was mid-sentence.

“Helaena-” You rushed forward, taking her into your arms. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” It was all you could repeat as your own tears fell.

“Have we caused some upset?” Your father was confused, you could tell.

“Yes.” Aemond’s voice. Oh, Aemond. You could not beat to leave him. You were not sure how to gather your thoughts, how to deal with this new information.

“Aemond,” Alicent scolded, but you heard the tightness in her voice. “I’m very sorry. My Lord, My Lady. We have just been taking care of Y/N for so long- this transition will be tough.”

“I see.” Now your fathers voice was tight.

“We are meant to be sisters. The stars demand it.” Helaena’s prophecies have always worked her into a frenzy, and you squeeze her tight, trying to bring her back to what was happening. Although you wanted to fade away with her as well.

“Y/N, come. We have much to discuss.” Your mother comes up behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Please,” And it is a whimper, a plea, said into Helaena’s hair as you bury yourself in her arms, trying to ignore what is happening.

“Y/N, I know this is difficult. But you will be married. The Tyrell boy is nice, and he will treat you well. Do not delay the inevitable.” Your mother’s counsel only makes you cry more, until she grabs you by the shoulder and rips you away from Helaena. “Insolent girl,” She mutters, keeping a death grip on your shoulder. She follows your father, and you look back.

Helaena is crying into Alicent’s neck, and Aemond’s jaw is clenched, face turning red in anger. He had not done that since you were young children.

“I’m sorry.” You mouth, and he does not answer.

—-

This is the longest you had gone without seeing them.

You had been with your parents, being prepared for life as a Lady.

But you were not a Lady- you were a Princess. Not in title, but in practice, and in your family’s eyes.

Your parents had told you to stay away from Helaena and Aemond, make the transition easier. It only hurt you all more. You wished you didn’t have to listen to them- that Alicent was your mother and she would protect you from this cruel fate.

Your felt horrible for thinking this way, but you could not help it.

The gardens were beautiful, and as you walked with Lord Tyrell, you came across the place you had first met Helaena. Tears threatened to spill, but you pushed them back.

“You are most beautiful. I am surprised no one has taken your hand yet.”

“Thank you, My Lord.” Would it be improper to throw up on him?

“Of course, everyone thought you would marry Prince Aemond. But he gets everything. You know, even after he lost his eye, he beat me in a tourney.”

You remembered that. The only tourney he has competed it, before deciding he hated them. He had won, of course, and you weren’t sure why he hated them. But you would support him, always.

“Spoiled boy.” He muttered and you turned. He turned to you, a victorious smile on his face. “But, justice has prevailed. I get his woman. Tell me, has he taken your maidenhead yet?”

“My Lord, I-” Was he questioning your virtue?

“Well, has he?” You were too shocked to form an answer as quick as he wanted you too, so he grabbed your chin harshly. “Did he?”

His fingers dug into your skin, and it hurt.

“N-n-no,” You were scared out of your mind, and tears threatened to spill. He just looked at you like you were his meal.

“Shame. You will never get to know how much more of a man I am.”

—-

You aren’t quite sure what time it is when you leave your chambers, but it’s dark and the halls are devoid of servants.

You look up at the door in front of you. Aemond’s. Behind that door holds so many memories- and you think about leaving him again. You truly cannot bear it.

You knock, hoping that he is inside.

The door opens quickly, and he is out of breath. Lose pants, and a linen t-shirt, he looks like your Aemond. You feel tears well. You are leaving him.

“Y/N. I knew you would come.”

“Aemond.”

He notices your tears, and he draws you inside his chambers, barring the door. He holds you against him as his hand fumbles with the lock.

“What’s wrong, dōna mēre?” Your heart squeezes at the nickname even through everything. He teases you, refuses to tell you what it means. And you are leaving him, so now you will never know.

He draws you to the couch, sitting side by side and he pulls you to his chest. Oh, how perfect this moment is. But then you remember what Lord Tyrell has done- why you are here, looking for comfort.

“T-that man, Aemond. He is horrible. He only wants me to fulfill some grudge against you. He questioned by virtue- when I didn’t answer- he- he grabbed by chin, so roughly, and it h-hurt…” You can feel him tense.

But he just shushes you and lays you down on the pillows, wraps a blanket around you. He pulls his hands away and you realize he is leaving.

“What are you doing?” Your voice is small, and Aemond’s anger only grows.

“I’m going to kill him.” You shoot up, faster than lightening. He whips around, getting on his knees to calm you down. “It’s alright,” He whispers. You can still feel the anger radiating off of him, but he pushes it down for your sake. You grab at his collar, trying to keep him from making a grave mistake.

“Y-you cannot throw your life away for me.”

“You are my life.”

The ferocity of his words hit you, as he grabs one of your wrist’s holding onto his collar.

“Aemond… do not say things like that.”

“Why?” His expression is hard. He is glaring at you, but you cannot find it in yourself to shy away.

“Because I am to be married, Aemond. And when you say that…” It seems like you might love me back.

“What? Tell me, Y/N.” He takes one of your hands, places it on his face.

“Because it gives me hope. That you might feel the same way I feel about you.” And you cannot lie to him, so it all comes pouring out. “Do not say things like that unless you can back it up, Aemond. Unless you love me.”

He presses a kiss to your palm. He speaks quickly, needing you to believe him. “I do love you. More than anything. You torture me, haunt me with just the thought of you. I need you. I cannot… You said you would not leave me. Don’t.”

You almost do not believe him, it seems too good to be true. But he speaks with such conviction you know it must be true.

Aemond Targaryen loves you more than anything.

Oh, this is all you have ever wanted. All you ever needed. And now you are being teared away from him.

“It’s not my choice. I would stay if I could. I would.”

He leans forward, breathes you in. He knows you speak the truth, but he does not want to believe it.

“I love you.” It is barely above a whisper, and your voice cracks with the emotion your pour into those three words, but he hears it all the same. You think it is the most true thing that has ever been spoken.

“How can I keep you?” He places his face next to yours, trailing your jawline with his nose. You wind your hands around his neck, if only to keep him close to you.

“I don’t know,” And you are lost in him, and you cannot think. He is the most addictive substance, and you will need him again and again after this. “Aemond…” You feel his breath, heavy on your cheek. It is heavenly. “Make me yours.”

“You always were.”

And he draws you in for the sweetest kiss, and you are lost.

—-

When you wake, it is to the sun shining on your face. You remember last night, your confessions, and how Aemond had kissed you. You press your fingertips to your lips, suppressing a smile.

An arm winds around your waist, and you recognize it immediately.

“Are you awake, dōna mēre?” His voice is rough as he whispers into your ear, and you find yourself wanting to drown in it.

You place you arm over his, sighing. “Aemond.”

“Y/N.”

You turn to your other side, to find Aemond facing you. His shirt is discarded, and you trace the indents of his stomach and chest with your finger. You lay on his arm, his hand cupping the back of your head, lips pressing into your hairline. You could truly stay like this forever.

“I love you.” He whispers, and it is the sweetest sound. His other hand trails down, caressing your thigh and drawing soft circles there.

“I love you too.” You whisper, and a cloud hangs over this moment. “Lord Tyrell intends for us to marry, tomorrow. He says that he is entranced with me, that he cannot wait.”

He seems unbothered. “His name does not deserve to be in your pretty mouth.”

“They will take me from you.” At this, his arm moves from your thigh to your waist, tugging you closer.

“I won’t let them take you, Y/N. I swear this to you.”

Your parents might come looking for you, but you don’t care. “Can we just stay together, today? Stay in here?”

“If it is what you wish, dōna mēre.”

—-

The sun has rolled behind a cloud, giving the room some much needed darkness. You have done nothing but reminisce, talk aimlessly. If you marry Lord Tyrell, it is possibly the last you will ever see of him.

You have moved to the couch, and you are in between his legs. His arms wrap around you from behind, and you are at peace.

You wish to be with him, for today. It is all you have, and it is not enough, but better than nothing.

Aemond leans forward, presses a bare kiss to your shoulder. You have been sitting in silence.

“I can’t marry him.”

“I know, dōna mēre.”

“Can you not do something? Can your mother not?”

“I don’t think so,” He places his chin on the top of your head. “But I will think of something.”

You want nothing more than to believe him.

—-

A few hours later, you leave him and lock yourself in your chambers. You cannot sleep without him, so you toss and turn as you think of Lord Tyrell- and your approaching wedding.

—-

The next morning, you awake to your mother. She is singing praises, telling you that your dress looks wonderful, the gardens are decorated for the ceremony. You ask if Helaena and Alicent can help you get ready, and she tells you not to be stupid.

“They have more important things to do, my dear.”

“They are my family. I want them here.��

Her eyes narrow toward you. “I am your family. Your father is. And soon, Lord Tyrell will be. You will belong to him, and you will be most happy.”

“I love Aemond, Mother. I belong to him. I always have.” She purses her lips, setting a white dress onto your bed.

“It will pass.” Is all she says, and you cry while she helps you into your dress.

—-

Your eyes are still bloodshot, your tears have not stopped. No matter how much your mother scolds you, you do not stop.

You are crying as you are lead down to the gardens, as you sit there waiting for the Septon to get settled. You are crying as your father takes your arm, and you are crying as you walk down the aisle.

You pass by Helaena and Alicent. Helaena looks at you with so much longing, and you wish to fade into her embrace. Alicent smiles softly at you, as if to say: I’m sorry.

You notice Aemond’s absence, and do not blame him.

Your father lets go of your hand at the front of the altar, and you cannot look Lord Tyrell in the eyes.

“Why do you cry?” He asks, voice devoid of genuine concern.

You do not answer.

—-

The Septon is a old man, grey hair and bad posture. He sinks in front of you, looking sickly. It seems neither of you want to be here.

“And do you, Lady Y/N, take Lord Tyrell to be your husband?”

You do not answer.

“Say it.” Lord Tyrell whispers, and you feel physically sick.

“She does not.” You turn at the sound of his voice.

Aemond.

He is yours, and you are his, and he would never let you be taken.

“Aemond,” You whisper, and before Lord Tyrell can react, you are running to him.

“Y/N,” He says as you reach him, and you long to feel the press of his lips upon yours. You miss him, and it has been only a single night. You run past his extended sword, into his arms.

You press your ear against his chest. One palm laid flat over his heart, the other on his shoulder. He wraps his free arm around your waist, and you are reminded of the painting in the library.

Aegon the Conquerer, holding Queen Rhaenys just like this, sword extended.

“Lord Tyrell,” You can feel his voice reverberate through his chest. “I challenge you to a duel for Lady Y/N’s hand.”

“What is the meaning of this insolence?” Your father is shouting, walking towards you with a dangerous look in his eyes.

Aemond extends his wrist, so the tip of his sword is pointed straight at your father’s chest. Even from feet away, he stops. He realizes then, that this man would kill him for you, and you would let him.

“It’s alright, My Lord.” Lord Tyrell is smirking, as if he knew this would happen. You do not pay attention to anyone else, only staring into his eyes with a venom.

With Aemond here, you are not afraid anymore.

“I accept this duel.”

Aemond does not smirk, does not let anything be betrayed in his voice or face. He is only unbridled rage, barely concealed under a thin layer of calm.

“To the death of first bleed?”

“First bleed. I would like to see your jealousy when her stomach swells with my seed.” Aemond does not react.

He kisses the top of your heads, and pushes you over to Alicent and Helaena.

You look over your shoulder as you walk towards his mother and sister.

He is looking at you, and you know that even if he does not win, it will not matter. You are his by divine right, by the stars. You understand Helaena’s prophecy now, and she wraps you in her arms. Alicent embraces the both of you, letting out a breath of fear for her son.

Lord Tyrell takes his sword from it’s holster, mimicking Aemond.

They circle each other, and at first, it is silent.

The Septon has disappeared, you notice, probably thinking that this wedding is disgrace to the gods.

Your mother glares at you from across the aisle, your father watching the fight. You do not care.

“Maybe I’ll let you watch as I fuck her. You can imagine it is your name she’s screaming instead of mine.”

“Maybe I’ll let you live.”

His face drops, and is suddenly replaced with anger. He rushes forward, sword swinging overhead. Aemond blocks it easily with his sword, moving to the side. He crouches, foot swinging out to sweep Lord Tyrell off of his feet.

He falls, and breathes heavily. Aemond stands above him.

Lord Tyrell grunts, throwing dirt into Aemond’s face. He is disoriented for a second, and Lord Tyrell kicks him back, not being able to resist pushing him around.

But Aemond does not fall, and keeps on his feet.

Lord Tyrell chuckles. “You are a good fighter, Prince Aemond. A true dragon. But I know how to play with fire.”

“You would not know fire if it burned your face off.”

And then Aemond is leaping forward, engaging in a whirl of parleys and dodging, dirt being kicked up into the wind.

You can barely keep up, and realize you have been holding your breath. You let it out, feeling air refill your lungs. You imagine it was fire, and that you could use it to burn Lord Tyrell’s face off, and see if he can recognize it.

You almost laugh at the look of fear on Lord Tyrell’s face when his sword is knocked out of his hands.

He stands there, looking around desperately for some sort of plan. His sword is too far to run too, and his fists wouldn’t do much.

He looks up at Aemond, true fear in his eyes. You hold your breath. He could have another trick up his sleeve, but you doubt he is smart enough for that.

Aemond flips his sword around, using the butt of it to drive into Lord Tyrell’s sternum. He falls back, wind knocked out of him. He hits the ground with a thump, and you barely hear his next word.

“Please…”

Aemond lines his sword up at Lord Tyrell’s throat.

Then, he flicks his sword up and a small cut appears on Lord Tyrell’s chin, welling blood immediately.

“First bleed.” He whispers, and for a second, you are too stunned to believe it. He sticks his sword back into his holster. “Y/N.” You watch Lord Tyrell as he stands up, grabbing his sword and running away with his tail between his legs.

You run over, and he embraces you, and it is how it’s meant to be.

“I wish to marry Lady Y/N, as soon as possible.” Alicent comes over, bringing you both into a hug.

“We can start the preparations immediately.”

Helaena grabs your hand.

“The stars demand it, that we be sisters.” Her eyes widen and she nods, knowing that you understand now.

You mother and father walk over.

“We arrange this nice marriage for you,” Your mother is in tears, holding onto your father. “And you trample it under your foot. You are no daughter of ours.”

They stand there, wait for some sort of reaction.

Alicent wraps her arms around your neck, pressing a kiss to your temple. “You will always have a mother in me, sweetling.” You thank her, and your mother seems appalled, but your father tugs her away.

Aemond kisses the top of your head.

—-

It is later in the evening, and you are flat on your back, sweating and panting. Aemond rolls off of you, breathing heavily as well.

He puts a hand on your face, so you’re facing him as he lays on his side.

“You were truly made me for me.”

“Dōna mēre.” Your High Valyrian is horrible. “What does it mean?”

He presses a chaste kiss to your lips.

“Sweet one,” He whispers against you.

—-

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Bite the Hand / Phillip Graves

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summary frost finally had graves, but that didn't stop the grief from finding her. like an itch, she couldn't get rid of, but neither is he.

werewolf!au / pairing phillip graves x female!reader / callsign frost / wc 1308 / warning swearing, non-descript references to sex, alcohol, panic attack(?), ooc phillip graves

notes yes, this chapter is inspired and named after the fleetwood mac song. no, I'm not going to apologize. grief for you, sadness for you, a shitty life for frost.

His arm was wrapped around her waist in a protective hold; under her, Frost could feel the steady beating of his heart. On the outside, it was a moment of peace. But her mind was like a building storm, a hurricane threatening to break down the storm walls, and when she closed her eyes, it wasn’t the night she’d spent with Graves that she thought of, but a painful recollection from her past. It manifested in the physical, with stinging in her eyes and throat. 

“Frost.” Graves murmured her name, tucking his chin against the crown of her head, inhaling the sweet smell of her shampoo. “I’ve never woken up to something as beautiful.” 

Not meeting his gaze, she shifted with unease, face pressed against his bare chest, feeling the warmth of his skin and hair. Frost searched for some comfort, but it was only a momentary relief. “I should go.” 

“It’s still early, there’s no need to rush.” He responded, trying to understand what had turned her cold. Considering the night they’d spent together, she couldn’t understand why. “Frost?” 

“I need to change into new BDUs,” Frost said as she sat up, trying to find where Graves had discarded her clothes in haste. “And shower.” She ignored the offense in his eyes, but Frost couldn’t risk returning to work covered in his scent, there’d be too much talk for her liking. No amount of reassurance from him, nor how badly she craved him, could wash away her fears.

 Graves says her name, his eyes filled with concern. “Do you regret this? Because if I misread the signs, if I coerced you into bed, I apologize. Just tell me if my own want blinded me, tell me what I can do—“ 

 “You didn’t do anything wrong.” He’d been a perfect gentleman to her the entire time, whispering sweet nothings and chasing her pleasure over his own.  Frost had fought back tears the entire time, feeling that she didn’t deserve such tender care. 

 “Well, I clearly didn’t do something right.” Graves argued, getting out of bed and pulling on his jeans, hastily following Frost out of the bedroom. “Look, if you won’t stay, let me at least drive you back to base.” 

 The muscles in her body were wound tight, aching with every step. But she was stubborn and desperate to get away, scared she’d suffocate in this house tainted with his scent. “No, no. I need to be alone.” 

 She left the house with Graves standing at the door, cursing under his breath as he watched her hurry away. His mind was enraptured thinking about her, the way she felt under him, how beautiful she looked, and the way Frost uttered his name like a prayer in desperation.

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 Hot water stung at her skin, scrubbing it and trying to free herself of his stench. She felt raw, broken down and apart as Frost let the spray stream down her aching body, over the marks and scars from her past that were mangled with the bruises from Graves’ firm grip. The sounds of her strangled sobs echoed off the tile, she’d never felt more lonely the morning after. It reminded her of being young, of her first time and the vulnerability, the exposure, Frost hated people seeing her like that. What was to stop them from taking advantage of her? How could she trust Graves to keep his promise, that their night together wouldn’t come back to bite her? 

 When the crying finally died, and the shower turned cold, Frost turned it off. She found her perfume, hoping the artificial scent would cover what was left of Graves, praying the citrus was loud enough to ignore the rest. It was folly to think she’d be able to free herself of him. This was Graves’ home, his land, his pack, and she was the intruder, ruining things the way she always did. 

Like a wound-up toy, she moved through the day avoiding curious questions of where she’d been, keeping her head low, and dreading any moment spent close to Graves. He didn’t speak to her, averting his blue-eyed gaze whenever they were in the same room, a cold chill tension supplanting what had been there. One night had ruined for her whatever they had, she couldn’t bear to look at him without a ghostly pain stabbing through her ribs, clutching her heart and wrenching it. 

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 The music in the bar made her mind swim, it was so loud Frost could feel it pulsing in her head as she found an empty stool. Noise consumed her as she rubbed her forehead, thick Texan accents surrounded her, loud from drinking and laughing. People bumped into her, seemingly uncaring and she kept her head low as Shadow Company soldiers came and went through the night.  

 Even with a sea of people, it didn’t stop her lonesome self. It was as unforgiving as an empty landscape, the wind replaced with country music and sights exchanged for glaring neon lights that blinked down at her. 

 Slowly, the ice began to melt in her whiskey that Frost just stared at, wondering why she’d thought coming to the crowded bar would ease her mind. Escaping from the base that she’d naturally confined herself to, leaving behind the fences and gates she foolishly allowed to make her feel sick, but Frost was as confused as ever. One moment away from breaking down, from sinking into her blues. 

 The song changes, a Fleetwood Mac tune that Graves loved played softly over the chatter, lyrics stinging her ears. Her eyes burned as she listened to the melancholy lyrics, the whiskey in her glass suddenly inviting for the first time that night. It soured in her mouth, coating her throat as she swallowed— but it didn't ease the pain. The warmth only disturbed her as she set the glass down, the ice clinking together along with the song. 

 For a moment, her guard faltered and her eyes drew closed, a low sigh escaped her mouth. Placing bills down on the counter, she told herself to leave, there was nothing for her there. But a stranger with blue eyes and a mesmerizing smile is standing there, black hair falling perfectly in place, an inviting scent of rust, hard-earned sweat, and motor oil telling her more than he knew. 

 “You seemed troubled, let me buy you a drink.” The stranger offered, leaning against the wooden counter. It was always the blue eyes that made Frost a fool, that made her question her logic. 

 “Okay.” 

A moment of relief, one bad decision, one more drink. She flirted with him, laughed at his bad jokes, and talked with him until the bar closed. And when they stood by her worn truck, she invited in his kiss, begging herself to enjoy the rough instant, the strangled breathing and groans. But as his hands flirted their way down to her waist, trembling as they toyed with the hem of her shirt, her eyes snapped open. Reality sunk in. 

 “I’m sorry, I can’t do this.” Frost stepped away, scolding herself for acting eighteen all over again. The man whose name she’d not even bothered to learn stands there confused and appalled as she hurriedly finds her key. 

 It had been Graves’ mouth she’d thought of during that kiss, the callouses of his hands replacing that man’s. As Frost drove back to the base in an irritating silence, she wanted one thing, one man. Phillip Graves.

 And no amount of guilt, grief, or fear would stop that woman from getting what she wanted. Frost would tear down every damn wall she’d ever put up if that’s what it cost.

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We need you. I need you || Kamisato Ayato x Female!Reader

Premise: As the wife of the Yashiro Commissioner, it wasn't exactly your job to chase down escaping conspirators. Yet you did it anyways, and got injured in the process.

CW: reader is injured, a tiny bit of angst, more fluff tho, everything's well when it ends well, ayato might be ooc bcs this is my first x reader ever pls have mercy

WC: 1136 words

A/N: so i guess this is my official tumblr debut? Leaving my lurker era and entering my writer era. Also obligatory english is not my native language so I apologize for any accidental oopsies

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This wasn't supposed to happen.

You were sure your plan was perfect. You had been following the secret meetings of Lord Sato and Lord Hamada for a few months, and you knew their every move.

At least, you thought you knew their every move.

Until you were notified that they were attempting to flee Inazuma, and in your desperate try to catch them, you rushed. You slipped, and you made mistakes. And in the commotion, you recieved a concerningly deep stab in your abdomen. Not the end you had envisioned for this operation.

And that was the reason why you were laying in your bed, bandaged, with your mind clearing up from the fogginess induced by the mixture of herbs the physician gave you so he could sew the wound without you being conscious, looking up at your sister-in-law, Ayaka. She was standing by your side with a worried look on her face. She had been standing outside of the room while you were getting medical treatement, and now she was waiting for you to become lucid.

You loved Ayaka, and you would like to say that the two of you were very close, despite her timidity. She was shy around you at first, but by the time of the wedding, you already considered each other sisters.

You lightly grazed her arm to attract her attention to the fact that you were finally there, just as much mentally as physically. Ayaka tensed up, obviously taken by surprise, and grabbed your hand.

"[Name]! It's alright now, you're safe. The physician took care of your wound."

You chuckled, feeling a rush of pain in your abdomen. "I messed up a bit didn't I? You know me, always getting in trouble..."

You could see a hint of a smile on Ayaka's face, the young woman recognizing your lighthearted atitude as a sign that you were in a good enough state to engage in your usual antics. But before she could say anything in response, the sliding doors opened and your husband rushed into the room, stopping at the sight of you.

Between the two of you, Ayato had always been the composed one, the one that was hard to shake by any kind of unpredictable situation. You guessed he had no choice, seeing how he had to become the pillar of the Kamisato Clan and brought it back from the point of decline. It had always been this way: you, the overwhelming force of Pyro, and him, the temperance and adaptability of Hydro.

Yet now, a rare thing occured. You saw a glimpse of fear on your husband's face. Not fear caused by your current state, as Ayaka said, you were safe now. But it was as if he realised the terrible things that could happen, things that he thought he had control over. He worked too hard to make sure he had the ability to keep everything in order and now, that order was threatened.

"Ayaka, please, could you give us a moment?"

Ayaka nodded towards her brother, looked at you once more and swiftly left the room. Ayato took her place by the side of your bed.

"Thoma told me everything. That he begged you not to go, and you insisted."

You cursed yourself internally. This was not a conversation you could have while laying down, so you attempted to at least sit upright, which turned out to be quite the challenge with a newly sutured wound. Noticing your struggle, Ayato helped you up and placed a big pillow behind you to create a support for you to lean onto.

"Ayato, I'm...I'm really sorry for what happened. They caught on and attempted to flee and I just couldn't let them get away with it. But what I did was reckless, and I apologize. It won't happen again. Did they...did they manage to get away?"

"No," came the answer, and you let out a sigh of relief. "The Shuumatsuban apprehended them after you lost consciousness. They were tailing you, they had reason to believe your life was endangered. And it seems they were right."

You looked down. He didn't sound angry with you, but that didn't make the situation any less embaressing for you and your bruised ego.

"I know. It was downright shameful. I was meant to catch them, not get stabbed and pass out. It was unbecoming of someone who is supposed to represent the Yashiro Commission. But I supposed I should thank my stars that no one was there to see it, except...a dozen soldiers or so and Thoma." You could feel yourself cringe.

"That is not exactly the problem here, my dear." Ayato grabbed your hands, holding them in his. "Everyone can get injured in a situation like this, and you aren't a soldier. You only just started your training. It's not a shame to not be able to fight."

You stayed silent, keeping your eyes in your lap.

"[Name]."

"....."

"[Name]. Look at me."

You slowly raised your head, forcing yourself to look into his eyes. Those eyes, who would always be commanding in the company of soldiers and other nobles, were now regarding you with gentleness.

"Do you feel like you have to prove yourself?"

"Perhaps."

"[Name]-"

"Yes. Of course I do, Ayato. I'm no longer the lady of a third rate clan. I am a member of the Kamisato Clan, and this family and the Yashiro Commission are my responsability. What kind of person would I be if I didn't react to something that threatens them both? If only I weren’t as weak as I am. I was lucky that the Shuumatsuban acted, but if they weren’t there-"

"[Name], even I do not act without knowing my agents are at the ready. You went there alone with Thoma. You were not weak, just reckless." Ayato cupped your face, bringing his closer. "But what you should do now is learn from this, not shame yourself over it. I was well aware that you would not be accustomed to being Lady Kamisato overnight when I married you. But you're learning everyday and I see the determination and potential in you. That's why I married you. This comission needs you. We need you. And I need you. So please, don't ever risk your life like this and please, don't live in the shadow of expectations and shame. I know what that can do to someone, and I won't let anyone I love go through it."

You looked at him, eyes wide. Injury be damned, you told yourself, and reached out to pull him in an embrace.

"I can't promise that I'll manage to do that. But I can swear to you that I'll try."

Ayato smiled, and hugged you tighter.

"Well if that's the case, I have faith that you will succeed, my love."

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Who I write for /Rules

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I'm new-ish to writing (i used to write fanfiction when i was like 13. i'm 18 now soo..) but I really wanna do it again.

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I write both romantic and platonic for all my characters. Although Teen!readers will always be platonic if the character is an adult.

I also write poly relationships. AUs are also totally on the table (big Fan of celebrity AUs).

Some things I will not write include: Pregnancy, toxic/yandere, student x teacher.

(Also english isnt my first language, and even know in my opinion i speak it really well, if they are any mistakes, thats why.)

Sally face

-Sal Fisher

-Travis Phelps (male or gn readers)

-Larry Johnson

-Ashley Campbell

Harry Potter

-Fred Weasley

-george Weasley

-lee jordan

-Charly weasley

-Bill weasley

-cedric diggory

-Fleur delacour

-olliver wood

-sirius black

-remus lupin

Marauders

-James potter

-sirius black

-remus lupin

-regulus black

-Evan rosier

-Barty crouch jr

-pandora lestrange

-lilly evans

-marlene mckinnon

Hogwarts Legacy

-Sebastian Sallow

-Ominus Gaunt

-Gareth Weasley

-Poppy Sweetings

-Imelda Reyes

Die drei fragezeichen / the three investigators

-Bob Andrews

-Peter Shaw

-Justus Jonas

-Skinny Norris

Twilight

-Jasper Hale

-Emmet Cullen

-carlisle cullen

-esme cullen

-rosalie hale

-alice cullen

-sam uley

-Paul lahote

-charlie swan

-Leah clearwater

pjo

-Percy jackson

-Anabeth chase

-luke castellan

-clarrisse larue

-selena beauregard

-charles beckendorf

-ethan nakamura

-nico di anglo (no romantic fem readers)

-rachel elizabeth dare

-will solace (no romantic fem reader)

-travis stoll

-connor stoll

-hazel levesque (no romantic)

-jason grace

-leo valdez

-piper mclean

Magnus chase

-Magnus chase

-samirah al abbas ( no romantic)

-alex fierro

-blitzen

-hearthstone

-malory keen

-tj (thomas jefferson jr)

Kane chronicles (havent read it in a while so might be ooc)

-Carter kane

-sadie kane

-anubis

-walt stone

Bridgerton

-Benedict

-Anthony

-Eloise

-Daphne

MCU (Avengers)

-bucky Barnes

-steve rogers

-tony stark

-sam wilson

-natasha romanoff

-yelena belova

-Peter Parker (tom holland and andrew garfield)

-MJ

-Wanda maximof

-Piedro maximof

-Clint barton

-scott lang

-stephen strange

-kate bishop

MCU ( Guardians of the galaxy)

-peter quill

-gamora

Moonknight

-steven grant

-mark spector

-layla el-faouly

Daredevil (Season 1)

-matt murdock

-Foggy nelson

-Karen page

-James wesley

X-men universe

-Deadpool

-Weasly

-francis

-Xavier

-negasonic

-mystic

-Angel

-kurt

Venom

-Eddie Brock

DC

-Harley Quinn

-Jason Todd

-Dick Grayson (any version, young justice, robin, nightwing,etc.)

-wally west

-Artemis

-roy harper (young justice)

Disney Descendants

-Mal

-Evie

-Carlos devil

-Jay

-Benjamin beast

-Chad charming

-Audrey rose

-jane

-lonnie

-Uma

-Harry hook

-Gil

Rise of red

-james hook

-hades

-bridget

-ella

-cloe

-red

-morgie

Kingsmen

-Eggsy

Tiny Pretty things (Netflix)

-Bette Whitlaw

-oren lennox

-shane madej (no romantic fem readers)

-June park

Jennifers Body

-Jennifer Check

-Colin gray

Ever after high

-all characters

Redacted Audios (no x reader, just ships)

-literally all characters