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vettelsdarling · 7 months

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Darling, thank you for the AMAZING writing for my last request. <3 I am here with…HAMILTON! Here’s the prompt: 5+1: 5 times Lewis calls Y/N by a pet name and one time Y/N finds one for Lewis. I definitely think Lewis would shower his words of endearment and I am imagining a shy, blushing Y/N? Perhaps Y/N wants to find the perfect word/nickname to call her special person. Let your creativity run wild! I leave the rest up to you because I love your writings (obviously). Have fun!

𝐏𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬

Lissie note… I am so glad you like my stuff<3 Thank you for this request!!! I’ve never really written anything like it before, but it’s an interesting prompt and I’m willing to give it a try!

Things to note

This is set in the 2020 season

Lewis and reader have been dating for a year and a half before that

Reader is an accountant

Tiffany appreciation

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Tiniest bit of angst. Blink and you might miss it

Word Count: 4.2k+

Playlist recommendations: 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟💗, 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒

Taglist: @drugged-kitkat, @allwaysalleyway

You were walking home from your 9 to 5 job the day you met him. He’d been exploring the city he was to race in that coming weekend. With your face buried in your phone, aggressively replying to unanswered emails— you accidentally sealed your fate with the asphalt, tripping and falling onto the road. Luckily, it wasn’t an active one. He’d seen you scramble to scrape all your things together and rushed over to help you. Never had you seen such generosity from anyone before. You were used to people minding their own business if you fell or if you dropped something.

“You didn’t have to,” you’d said. He had a number of things in his arms that had spilled out of your bag… including feminine products. He hadn’t seemed to care though. He’d happily helped you load your things back to where they’d belonged.

“Of course I did.” You had managed to collect yourself before falling into conversation with him.

“You’re not from here, are you? I know most people in this town…” He was a new face. Not somebody who you’d seen before.

“Guilty as charged. I’m here for work.”

“What do you do?” It was forward and he had been taken aback but ultimately came up with something to string you along to.

“I’m an engineer… of sorts. You?” ‘Engineer’ made sense to you, as his style was very out there and the designer watches were more than your yearly salary.

“I’m just an accountant.” In stark contrast to him, you had on a white blouse and a grayscale checkered pencil skirt. Your ordinary uniform. Freedom was something you had to give up when you came in for work.

“I see… you work near here?” He had just been following you, not really paying any attention to where your feet had been taking you.

“Yeah, I do. About five minutes from here. Is your workplace near here or are you working from your house or hotel?” Your intention hadn’t been to pry, but the genuine curiosity drove you to ask him anyway.

“I guess it’s near? I can’t really say… if I’m being honest.” That was obviously not the best answer. He had every opportunity to tell you a white lie, but he slipped up somehow. Did it even matter though? He wasn’t going to see you again… was he?

Days turned into weeks. He had given you his number after getting you home safely that day. You hadn’t been in contact with him until he finally sent you a simple text: “Hey, it’s Lewis.” It had sent you spiralling. You hadn’t been sure whether to pursue the connection or let it slip. For better or worse though, you had replied with a short quip. Not intricate enough to suggest something, but not doing a full swing in the other direction either.

It was, however, enough to spark something between the two of you. A blossoming bud that turned into a bountiful garden. That was you and Lewis Hamilton.

1. Trophy wife

The two of you had been dating for a few years. He eventually cracked, and told you about his actual job on the second date. Though his true identity was a Google search away, it came as a shock to you. Never had you ever believed him to be famous. He was so down-to-earth and humble.

Over the course of your years of dating, he had tried to make you quit your job. Mostly because he wanted to support you, but also because he wanted to spend more time with you. Every waking moment he wanted to spend in your presence. You refused and turned down every offer he gave you. Dating a celebrity was already more than enough for you to handle. You wanted normalcy in your life. Even if that came in the shape of hell sent bosses who cared very little about your well-being.

“You know I can cover you. If that won’t sell you, then Roscoe must. You could take care of him whilst I’m gone.” It was another day of his notorious begging for him to take care of you. It was a sweet sentiment, but even living with him was too much.

“I’m already taking care of him. Lewis, you can’t just make me a trophy wife. That’s not who I am. I want to work,” you said begrudgingly and seated yourself by the kitchen island.

“Trophy wife? Please. You will never be some sort of arm candy for me to show off. I love you. I just want you to take a rest, love.” Lewis decided to deploy a deadly weapon. The pet name. If there was one weakness you had— it was whenever he referred to you with a pet name. It made you all weak in the knees and your feet would feel like jelly. Forget about cloud nine, you were swimming in warmth.

“That’s not fair, Lew. You can’t just do that to me.” You scrunched your nose at him and checked your phone for incoming notifications from your workplace text chain. Or so you thought it looked like. In reality, you were hiding your face from him. It was redder than the apple in the fruit bowl on the kitchen counter.

“Hmm, you know, I’m not so sure what you mean by that, my love.” Oh, how you wished he would stop. It was hard to resist giving in. Especially when he paired it with such a precious smile. Who’d be able to peel their eyes from that?!

“Look, we aren’t talking about this right now. I’ll be on my way now,” you scoffed and left, leaving your lover with the last laugh. Once again, you let him have his victory.

2. Flatscreen

A few months passed before he tried his luck again. With a new offer. Lewis tried to reason with you, but just like always— you simply would not have it.

“No. Never in a million years,” you snapped and closed the fridge a little too aggressively, remembering to mutter a quiet “sorry”. The Brit even got up early that morning to make you breakfast in bed— just for good measure. If you were in a great mood, surely you’d be more agreeable. Yet… he was utterly wrong. You were headstrong and did not agree one bit.

“You need it, sweets.” Again with the pet names. That was the final nail in the coffin for his begging.

“You can’t just expect me to splurge on a flatscreen simply to watch you race on more pixels! I can watch you perfectly fine on our current TV, thank you very much.” You poured him a glass of orange juice and scooped some protein powder in it as well. He drank it all in one go.

“Splurge? You won’t need to. I’ll buy it for you, okay?” He crossed his arms confidently and made sure to smirk like he always did whenever he tried to prove something.

“Okay? What do you mean ‘okay’?! You will not buy me a brand new flatscreen, Lewis.” Your face was flushed and your frustration was only piling up.

“You can’t tempt me with those things you call me. That won’t work.” Who were you kidding? You lived for his little pet names and those brief moments he’d hold you in his arms while the two of you stared into the early morning view.

“Whatever you say, sugar.” Oh, how you wish you threw the juice in his face instead of offering it to him.

3. Restaurant

You were standing next to Tiffany in the Mercedes garage. Both of you were wearing large headphones whilst watching the screens showing your boyfriends. It was hard not to make noise whenever Lewis overtook someone, but you were just able to contain yourself.

Tiffany was surprisingly calm and collected, but wasn’t afraid to groan and sigh if Valterri slipped up. You weren’t the type to show much of anything unless it regarded Lewis. It was something that you’d grown up with. A habit of sorts.

“How long have you been with Lewis by now?” Tiffany asked with a slight tug of her lip.

“A few years now… I don’t think we’ll ever get tired of each other.” You said that as if he didn’t bug you with his endless blabbering about wanting to spoil you and give you every black card he owned.

“That is just too sweet! I can only wish that Valterri and I will last as long. I certainly love him.” In a way, you envied her position. She was a professional athlete, much like her partner, whilst you were stuck counting numbers behind a desk all day. She was gorgeous too… it was as if a strike of adoration hit you whenever she passed you in the paddock.

“Yeah… Lewis is something else.” You watched him speed past the camera on the screen. A smile spread across your face, knowing he was doing his best.

Lewis managed to secure a pole position, giving you a kiss as he saw you in the crowd with all of the Mercedes crew. Your heart swelled at the amount of attention he gave you rather than his engineers. Especially knowing he was dead serious about his career and his coworkers.

The podium celebration was magnificent. He sprayed the champagne as if he’d won the lottery. Butterflies formed in your stomach at his pure glee. He was adorable.

There was an after-party, but Lewis had other plans in mind. He wanted to take you out for the night. Even though you didn’t mind partying, there was something in him that held him back from letting you do so. It felt morally wrong of him to drag you along to his work retreats.

“You’re really not going to tell me where we’re going?” Your face was pressed up against the car window. His hand was on your thigh, gently caressing it. You could almost feel yourself dozing off.

“You’ll see when we get there, honey.” That one was fairly new. It felt more domestic too. That was probably why your cheeks were hotter than an iron.

“You’re crazy,” you said with a chuckle.

“Crazy about you.”

“No.”

“Okay, I’ll admit that was pretty lame.”

“Yeah, it was.” The two of you had a small laugh about it before turning some music on. The two of you had made a shared playlist. One that consisted mainly of your favourites. Since you had far too many, they outnumbered your boyfriend’s.

The ride was long, but the destination made it worth it. He’d driven you to a cliffside restaurant. It was quaint and cosy and had balcony seats. You could see the ocean and its waves cascading onto each other in a synchronized manner. It was beautiful. Lewis was a romantic. Not exactly what someone would expect at first glance, but he truly cared deeply for you and your needs. It was almost impossible to say no to him.

“Lewis… Thank you for this.”

“No, honey, thank you. I won today because you were here with me. It’s the first race you’ve come to in a while now.” The man was perfect.

“Yeah, and I’m sorry I haven’t been able to attend that many. My job won’t allow me and—”

“Hey- no- none of that. Stop making yourself the guilty party here. You’re doing what you love and you should not be worrying about me. I see you whenever I’m home and that’s enough for me.” Your fingers interlocked with his as he leaned in to peck your lips. The support he gave you couldn’t amount to anything you’d ever received from anyone. Even your own family.

“Thank you.”

“Anything for you.”

4. Bath

You were dead. Completely drained from your job. It felt like your body was that of a gigantic slug. You couldn’t move a single limb. Your brain had already checked out, so you were pretty much stuck. Being too tired to move, you decided to take a rest on the couch that you’d collapsed onto upon entering your shared home.

Your boss was a nightmare. He overworked everyone to the bone, and if you happened to pass into overtime, he refused to pay you for your extra hours. Was it fair? No. Was there anything you could do about it? Also no. You had to endure him for as long as possible. At least until you could find yourself a different company to work at. Quitting had been on your mind for some time, but with Lewis travelling all the time— you felt that you couldn’t just stay home all day. You still wanted to occupy yourself with a job.

The faint sound of Roscoe’s pattering paws could be heard inching closer. You didn’t mind looking after him. He was the sweetest and didn’t require much of you.

“I’ll take you out in 5,” you mumbled somewhat incoherently to the dog. He had politely plopped himself in front of the couch, staring at you with those adorable eyes. Your hand reached out to scratch him, as it would give you more time to stall and relax.

The more you contemplated whether or not to quit, the more you started leaning towards a self-destructive mindset. You wanted to work. You had to. It didn’t feel right for you to leech off of your boyfriend. That was simply not an option for you.

“I’m home!” You heard a strong voice boom throughout the house. It was Lewis, who had been out for most of the day. He was usually stuck in a billion meetings and was often hard to reach. You didn’t care about that though. You were just proud of him for working so hard. It made you feel guilty for not working nearly as hard as him.

“Hey, there you are. You don’t look well, are you ill?” He crouched down next to Roscoe to meet your face. Your eyes were closed due to the weight of your eyelids, but you lightly shook your head.

“I’m just really tired. Sorry, I didn’t take Roscoe out for his evening walk… I’m a bad dog mum.” Lewis chuckled lightly at the term you used to describe yourself. ‘Dog mum’.

“No need to worry about that. Your well-being comes first. How about I draw you a bath? I’ll take Roscoe out whilst you soak up some relaxing aromas.” If there was a ‘Boyfriend of the Year’ award, surely Lewis would win. He cared about the little things. The things you hadn’t even thought about.

“Thanks, Lew… you’re too good to me.”

“Nonsense. You deserve to be treated like royalty.” He stroked your cheek, causing your lips to tug upwards.

“I’ve been thinking about quitting.” You announced it out of the blue, but Lewis seemed unphased. Your eyes finally had some strength to stay open, so you looked straight into his. A mix of elation and calmness. That was your Lewis.

“That’s great. You shouldn’t work with a boss who doesn’t appreciate your efforts. Trust me, I would know. I’m lucky to have Toto, but I can’t even imagine working with some of the other team principals.” You knew about Williams’ fall from grace after the daughter of the former team principal stepped in.

“I don’t know though… I don’t want to stay home all day long and do nothing. I have to work, you know?” You had to face the music. There was no way you could quit and still be able to work. Accounting wasn’t special in Monaco. You were likely not someone a lot of companies were looking for.

“It doesn’t matter to me. I can take care of you, angel.”He really deployed your kryptonite. The name made your heart flutter as if the two of you were back in your honeymoon phase. It wasn’t fair.

“That’s a dirty trick, Lew. I’m not going to quit until I find a job I can replace my current one with. I’m sorry. It may not matter to you, but it matters to me.” Lewis got up and stretched before walking towards one of the many bathrooms,

“I’ll prepare a bath for you.”

5. New job

It had been a few months since you last brought up your work situation to Lewis. You had decided to continue until you’d eventually short-circuit. All that mattered was that you were a working girlfriend instead of a stay-at-home one. You didn’t have anything against that lifestyle in particular. It just wasn’t for you.

This day was special. You were cooking a vegan curry when Lewis came out of the shower to help you chop vegetables. It was a celebratory dish, as you had just been fired. Apparently, you had been doing ‘the bare minimum’ and that simply wasn’t good enough. Under normal circumstances, it would’ve been devastating to be fired, but you were elated. It sure as hell was better than quitting.

“What’s got you in such a giddy mood?” Lewis came up behind you and hugged your waist. Your body leaned into his and it was as if you were floating on clouds. Fluffy clouds of love.

“I was fired.” He pulled away from you and got the cutting board out.

“This is great news! We should eat out tomorrow to celebrate.” He started chopping up some potatoes to dump in the pot.

“I was thinking this could be a celebration. Just you, me, and Roscoe. We could throw on a good movie and all.” Lewis didn’t oppose that idea. He smiled and nodded, continuing his feat with the veggies.

Then it hit you. You’d be jobless. You hadn’t found a job to replace the old one with. A pang of guilt hit you like a freight train. You somehow managed to overlook the fact all day. Your breathing became hard and heavy. You had to take a break.

“Woah woah woah, what’s wrong?” You saw Lewis with the kitchen knife and apron. His image was getting blurry from tears you simply couldn’t hold back.

“I thought we were celebrating? What’s going on? Are you okay?” He put down the knife, undid his apron, and pulled you out of the kitchen. Luckily nothing was boiling.

“I just… I’m jobless,” you sniffled through your tears. The salty liquid coated your lips, and you could taste the despair. You slowly sank down onto the floor with him following suit.

“Well, that was the point,” said Lewis. You found it oddly comforting, but guilt still clung to every part of you. Like poison, you didn’t have the antidote for.

“I don’t want to burden you like that.” You were able to speak clearer after Lewis rubbed your back for support.

“You could never be a burden to me, okay? You are the reason I’m still standing here today with win after win. You motivate me to keep being strong and keep aiming for higher heights. How could you ever be a burden to me?” His words were like a warm hug. Your tensed muscles relaxed a little bit.

“I don’t know… I’ve never not worked before. I don’t exactly come from wealth,” you sighed. As much as it was about burdening your boyfriend— it was about your own values. Coming from what most would consider ‘middle class’, you always had to work harder than your peers. Monaco didn’t have time to wait around for you, so you always tried so desperately to catch up. It felt embarrassing. Your home country was just as forward and busy. There was never time for you. Working hard was a lifestyle that you had to pull off.

“Do you think I came from wealth? I didn’t. I worked my ass off to get here, and now that I have the means to spoil you. I want you to feel that you can take a rest, okay?” His reasoning was flawed to you. There was something about it that just couldn’t sway you.

“Lewis, I can’t be your trophy wife. I can’t.” You shook your head and swallowed hard.

“You won’t be. Think of this as your new job. You’ll have the responsibility to take care of Roscoe and keep the house clean and habitable. Is that not considered work?” There was no other offer on the table and there was no other option. The only way for you was that.

“Basically a housewife.”

“Darling, please.” Your stomach did cartwheels and the butterflies tumbled around in there.

“It’s okay. I’ll just have to make do,” you sighed and rested your face in your hands.

“Hey, at least you’ll be able to come to more of my races— if not all.” Wow, what a consolation… but he wasn’t exactly wrong.

“You know what? I have to make a call. I’ll be right back.” Lewis got up and made his way to the guest room for privacy. Meanwhile, you stared into the white ceiling. You felt so tiny. As if you were just a small speck of dust. An inconvenience. Muffled sounds were coming from the room Lewis had gone into. You could tell that it was about his job. Something that you already missed. Your boss was terrible, but at least you had something to do every day. At least he let you have 10-minute lunch breaks. Which, in retrospect, was far from enough time.

It took a while, but Lewis finally came back. His face looked as if he couldn’t contain himself. He seemed excited?

“Guess what.” He crouched down to meet your eyes.

“What?”

“You have a job.” He smiled and reached for your hand, helping you stand by supporting your waist.

“No need to rub in my new position as a housewife. I get it, Lew.”

“No. I pulled a few strings, and you’re going to be in the accounting department on my team.” Your eyes flew open in shock.

“What? Wait what?!”

“You get to work from home too, so it’s sort of like a compromise. You’ll be able to come to my races and you’ll be working like any other person. Your pay is higher than your last job too.” It was all too much, but you couldn’t turn it down after he’d just done something so grand for you. It’d be rude.

“Lewis, I genuinely don’t even know what to say. I mean, this is just amazing.” Your tears were all dried up on your face, and your eyes were gorgeous from them.

“You didn’t have to do this for me, you know?”

“I’ve told you so many times now; that I would do anything for you, darling.” Lewis was truly out of this world. His generosity and humbleness were his character. That was him. That was all yours.

+1. Handsome

The time had come for the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix to commence. Lewis was in the running position to bring home yet another championship. He had been dominating all season, so there wasn’t really a question of whether or not he’d win. That fate was sealed. It was just a matter of if he could snatch the last win of the season. You certainly didn’t doubt his skills paired with his car. He was basically unstoppable.

“You did great in the qualifying sessions, I’m sure you’ll do great now. You’re starting from pole position. You’ve got this in the bag, I’d say so.” You smiled as he got into his race suit.

“I have no doubts. I’ve got my lucky charm with me.” He looked at you with a silly smile plastered onto his face. Cute.

“I believe in you, handsome,” you cooed and winked at him before walking away, leaving him with the effects of having been called a pet name, when he’s usually the one to get the fun out of you. He felt his chest tighten and tingle. Perhaps the race would be in his favour after that one.

You were seated next to Tiffany again. The two of you were too focused on the race to have an actual conversation. You were completely immersed in your boyfriend, hoping that he’d not only win but also stay safe. You were convinced he wouldn’t do anything reckless though. That wasn’t like him.

He didn’t win, but at the very least he scored a podium finish. You were still proud of him. He was the 2020 world champion.

The crowd surge towards the podium stand nearly crushed you several times, but you were able to get in front of everyone else to receive a heartwarming kiss from your lover.

“You did so well out there, baby, I’m so proud!” His heart nearly stopped when you called him that. You pulled him in for a hug, before letting the engineers embrace him. The smile on his face was immaculate, and you couldn’t wait for the ceremony where he’d rightfully receive his trophy. You had been to the same ceremony a year prior, but something felt much more special about this year. Both you and Lewis had grown so much over the span of it, it didn’t feel real, but at the same time— you couldn’t remember how it felt before.

Safe to say, you were definitely going to stick around for a long time. Losing his lucky charm would be detrimental after all.

𝗥𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻…

𝘾𝙝𝙚𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚!

𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩! (𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙣, 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨, 𝙙𝙢𝙨, 𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙨: 𝙒𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧(𝙨) 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚(𝙨) 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣.)

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alexa-fika · 3 months

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Whatever you do is going to be good anyway

But the scenario am picturing is in Marineford

Winged Reader is with Mihawk and he's hiding but during the chaos he finds himself hiding in the Whitebeards ship

And when they save Ace the escape with Mihawk's son And they try to help him go back to Mihawk

But if you want to change anything that's okay

🐼💕~

Enemies yesterday, Babysitters today ( Whitebeard pirates x male!oDracule!child!reader)

A/N: Okay yall I honestly might revisit this later and add more wholesomeness to it cause im not completely content with the level it has right now, but you tell me does it make you kick your feet?

Dividers by @/saradika

“Gurararara Ace, how are you feeling?”

"Doing good pops, still mad my jolly Roger got erased,” he grumbles

“We can do the tattoo Again; just be glad you are only missing that and not your life; you were almost a goner there.” Marco sighs

“Fair enough, still stings when I look in the mirror, though,” he mumbles

A crash sounds across the ship as what sounds like boxes and a scream echo from the storage room of the Moby Dick

“We might have a stowaway…” Marco notes

“Is it one of the bastards from Marineford?” Jozu growls, activating his devil fruit

“Be Careful, Jozu, we do not know who we are dealing with here,” Izou says, pulling out his guns

“Don’t even think about it, Sir; you are still healing,” One of the nurses comments, looking towards Whitebeard, who grunts in response

“We’ll handle it, pops; I don’t mind a little exercise; I’m bored, and if it is one of the bastards, I need to let out some steam,” he says, walking towards the storage room; the rest of the commanders, following behind him

“Whoever they are, they should be able to hold their own if they managed to make it on board,” Thatch says, his eyes lighting up with a twinkle.

“I wonder what they would be doing in the storage, though…”

“It’s probably a marine stowaway; probably best to show him some rough treatment,” Vista says as he smirks, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

“Come on out.” He calls our

Ace kicks the door open.

“Alright, whoever you are, speak now or forever hold your peace,” Ace says, grinning

“If they don’t answer, then we’ll have to find them ourselves,” Marco says as he begins to activate his power

Ace walks ahead and peeks into the corner where the commotion could be heard from, and he stills, making gestures to their fellow commanders to lower their weapons as he kneels down

“Ace, be careful; a wounded man is still a threat, especially the ones trying to hide,” Marco states as walking next to the second commander

“Don’t lower your…guard.” he stops glancing at their stowaway

“Pop’s is going to love this one,” he mutters, turning back to the rest of the commanders

“It’s a kid”

“What, is this someone’s kid? A stray?” Izou questions, looking down at the stowaway

Reader glances between all the men staring him down, inching back and trying to make himself smaller, covering himself with his wings

“Kid, what brings you here ?” Ace says with a soft voice,

“How were you able to get on board? How long have you been hiding for?” Ace says as he sits on his knees to meet the kid's height, looking at him directly in his eyes

Reader glances at Ace for a second but lowers his face and tries to dig himself deeper into his caccoon between his wings

“He's scared, a very brave kid, that one, I would be too if I was in this situation.” He says, smiling kindly at the stowaway,

“Hey, it's ok, you're safe now.”

“Wait.. you’re, you're the kid that was with Hawkeye when we were dueling,” Vista states, taking a closer look at the winged child

Reader looks up at that

“You know, Dad?” He mumbles

“Oh yes, yes, we know who he is,” Vista answers as he gets on his knees beside Ace.

“What are you doing on this ship, kid? You know this isn’t the type of lifestyle for someone as young as you?”

He unfurls himself from His wings slightly

“I -I left the raft. Dad told me to stay on the raft no matter what, but I thought he was going to get hurt, and then Uncle Shanks came, and I got scared they were going to fight again,” he rambles on

“I think we finally have the story here. That sounds like an adventurous kid,” Ace says, rubbing his brow in thinking

“A bit brave and reckless, too,” he adds on

“He’s definitely got a good head on his shoulders,” Izou says approvingly of the boy

“Okay, you ended up on the battlefield because you got scared for your father, but how did you end up here in the Moby Dick.” Inquires Marco, looking down at him

“Everything was confusing; there was so much going on, so umm, I kinda ended up here..”

“Aww, Kid, we’ve all been through times like that; I’m sure your father will be grateful you at least took the initiative to get to him,” Thatch says with a smile.

“But, you can’t just board a pirate’s ship and expect them to be kind; you might not be as lucky next time,” he says, kneeling down in front of him

Marco sighs

“let’s bring him out to Pops; we’ll talk about what we’ll do from there.”

“Yes, I think that’s enough questions for now; I don’t think this kid needs a full-on interrogation just yet,” Vista adds.

Reader gets up hesitantly and approaches Vista, stretching his up, opening and closing his hands

Vista chuckles, lifting the child and putting him on his hip

“Are you really Hawkeyes kid?”

He nods

“Are you friends with Dad?”

“Not exactly…I mean, we know each other and have fought before…” Vista trails off, slightly unsure of what he wants to say

“There’s…mutual respect between us, but we have found ourselves on opposite sides on the battlefield.” he says, mulling over his words, trying to define their relationship best not to alarm the small child.”

“Regardless, we will help you return to your father; do not worry.” Ace states

“What are your names?”

“I am Vista of the Flower Swords”

He gestures at the group

Portgas D. Ace.”

“Jozu of the Diamond”

“Marco the Phoenix”

“Thatch, Head of the Ships Cooks

Flintlock Pistols Izou.”

“Geez, Vista, No need to be so formal.” Thatch sighs

Reader smiles, his wings flapping happily behind him

“Im Dracule Reader, umm Reader from Papa!”

“Reader? What an interesting name for a little boy.” Izou says with a slight chuckle

“This is Pops, Whitebeard, the captain of this ship,” Vista says, walking in front of said man

Reader awes at the man fluttering out of Vista’s hold and up to Whitebeard

“You’re big! You’re bigger than the humandrills at home!” He says, circling around him

“I was wondering who was making that ruckus; what brings this brat here,” he says, glancing at the flying boy

“He said his name was Reader, Dracule Reader,” Marco said, glancing up at both

“Dracule? What is your relation to Hawkeye?”

“That’s Papa!”

“Hawkeye is your father?” He says, looking over to Marco, who nods

“Vista confirmed it; he saw this one lingering around the battlefield close to Hawkeye.”

“That is correct, pops; the little one is Hawkeye's son,” he says proudly, pointing at Reader

“We found him hiding in the storage room.” Marco clarified

“He said he followed his father into the battlefield but lost him in the heat of the battle,” Vista says, explaining the circumstances as to how Reader found his way to Whitebeard's crew

“I see, in that case, Bring me a Den Den Moshi,” Whitebeard says to one of the nurses next to him

“We’ll get into contact with your father.”

“You’ll help me get back? But Mister Vista of the Flower swords said you were fighting with Dad.”

“Yes, your father and we are on opposite sides; however, your father was just following orders from the Marines, and regardless if he was an enemy or not, you are not. I know the pain of losing a son,” he says, glancing at Ace

“Because I know the pain, I do not wish it upon anyone right now; this is not between enemies but between fathers. You were not involved in the fight, and as such, there is no need for you to suffer from it,” he grunts as the nurses bring him the Den-Den Mushi

Reader’s lip quivers

“Thank you!”

“You’re safe now, kid; we’re going to call your dad and let him know you’re safe; once we do, we can arrange somewhere to meet. You’re lucky you picked the right ship to stow away on, kid,” Marco says

“I’m sure your father is worried sick trying to find you. Don’t worry; we’ll make the arrangements to get you back to your dad,” Thatch says with a smile

Reader flies down to to where the commenders stood

“Thank you, Marco, the Phoenix and Thatch head of ship cooks.”

Marco chuckles at this

“Vista, this is why I said not to be so formal! Oi kid, no need for titles.” Thatch groans out

“Is Thatch head of the ships cooks not your name? But Vista of the flower swords said those were your names?”

Thatch chuckles

” You’re something else, kid; I like you.”

“Ah?” He tilts his head, confused

“I can see you are going to be quite the handful; Vista told you our names and Epithets, surnames in Ace’s case; you don’t need to call me Flintlock Pistols Izou; you can just call me Izou,” he comments, chuckling, along with the other commanders

”Izou’s right; we all have titles or epithets; you’ve got a good head on you, kid; how about you give it a try,” the chef said, gesturing to himself

“Umm, Thatch Cooks?”

“Cooks? Now I’m not sure if you’re messing with me or not,” he laughs

“Not quite that; try again, just one word,” he says while trying to hold back his laughter

“Thatch?”

“That’s right, see, not so hard you’re already learning.” he laughs and ruffles his head

He beams at the compliment and glances at Vista

“Vista?”

“Haha, that’s my name, kid,” he says.

“Well done!” he exclaims happily, picking him up once again and placing him on his shoulders

Joyous giggles escape the small boy, holding onto his head and flapping his wings occasionally to keep balance until he picks up the sound of the Den Den Mushi ringing and a familiar voice coming through

“Hawkeye,” Whitebeard calls curtly

“What do you want, Shirohige? If this concerns the recent battle, I really do not have time-

“It’s about your son; he is here.”

Mihawk falls silent for a moment

“What?”

“Your son stowed away on the Moby Dick; he said he was trying to escape the head of the battle and ended up in my ship.”

“Where are you?”

“We are approaching Sabaody Archipelago.”

“Very well. I will be there shortly.”

“We’ll be waiting for you,” he said, hanging up and glancing toward the child

“He will meet us at the next Island.”

Reader can’t help but laugh with relief, glad that they will see their father soon

Vista chuckles

“You’re in a better mood than you were when we first discovered you now, aren’t you?”

He nods

“Im gonna see Dad again!”

“You sure are; you just have to stick with us, and we’ll ensure you get to him safe and sound,” Ace exclaims

“Okay!”

Vista smiles, taking off his iconic hat and placing it over the child

They giggle as the hat envelops them, and he raises it slightly to take a small peek and be able to see

Ace smiles at the gesture, happy to see the kid smile after the traumatic ordeal he’s been through

“Glad you are in a better mood,” Ace grins, ruffling Reader’s hair

“That’s good to hear, kid; I’m happy as well,” Marco adds, giving the kid’s hat a little pat before pulling it back down to cover them

They shriek cheerfully as they are once again enveloped by the hat

“Gurararara, We’ve got ourselves a live one; didn't get that from your father, that’s for sure.” he grinned as the ship pulled up to the Archipelago; it was still dark out but slowly beginning to become morning in the distance

“Hm? Isin’t that Hawkeye over there?” Thatch comments, squinting his eyes to a small raft that slowly approached the Moby Dick

“Let’s not get too close to the raft; let him approach us,” Izou says, looking towards the raft

“He won’t try anything, not with his son here, and Im sure even someone like him can tell when he is outnumbered with all of our commanders and pops here Marco says, leaning against the railing and staring at the approaching raft

Ace approaches the railing, trying to get a better view of the raft, looking to make out the figure at the front

“It is him.”

“Dad?” The small child says, peeking out from under the hat again

“Dad!” He exclaims, taking off towards the approaching raft, ignoring the calls from the pirates as he barrels into Mihawk, hugging him tightly, tears pooling in his eyes as he apologizes repeatedly.

“I’m sorry, Dad; you told me to stay in the raft, but I thought you would get hurt, and I just caused more trouble for you. I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he cries

Mihawk stands frozen for a second, taken back by his son’s words

“No. Your apology is unnecessary. The fault lies in me for leaving you alone. What’s important is that you are back with me now.” he says, embracing him

“Look, I require you to stay by my side from now on, okay? No more running off by yourself.” Mihawk says as the raft gradually comes closer to the Moby Dick.

He nods his head vigorously, the hat too big for his head, wobbling around at the movement

Mihawk glances up at the hat and raises an eyebrow mutely, questioning his child

“It’s Mister Vista’s”

“Is that so?” he says, glancing up at the Moby Dick, spotting said man along with the commanders and Whitebeard himself leaning against the railing, watching father and son

Whitebeard’s gaze slowly falls upon Mihawk.

“You’ve got yourself a handful there, Hawkeye. But I must say, it’s good to see someone capable of putting the past behind them; such is the innocence of childhood.”

“Indeed, it is something that I have sworn myself to protect at all cost,” he says, looking back upon his son

“We meet Again, Hawkeye,” Vista says, grinning at the swordsman

“It seems we do, Vista of the Flower Swords; you have my gratitude for taking care of my son

“It was my pleasure; he is definitely something special, though,” he says with a chuckle

“Let us finish the fight we put on hold the next time we see each other; I anxiously wait to see who will come on top; the promise of that is enough payment for me.”

“Then so it shall be; the next time we encounter, we will let our blades finish what they started,” he said, preparing to return home with his son

“Ah, wait!” He said, flying back to the Moby Dick and gently placing Vista’s hat on his head once again

“Thank you, Mister Vista, thank you, everyone; I hope I can see you again! I had fun!”

“You’ll be seeing me again someday, kid, so make sure you do all you can to get stronger,” he says, lowering the child to the ground, ruffling his hair

“You’re going to make quite a fine pirate someday,” Vista laughs, ruffling the boy’s hair. “now get on back to your father and get some rest; this was a big day for you.”

“And don’t worry, kid, all of you are always welcome on my ship; just make sure next time to board it the proper way and not as a stowaway,” Whitebeard says with a broad smile

“I couldn’t agree more. Don’t be a stranger, kid!” Ace says to the pair as he watches over the kid

“You’re lucky it was us you picked to stow away with, kid; you have nothing to worry about from us,” Marco adds, ruffling Reader’s head

Whitebeard’s gaze falls upon the two once again as they bid their farewells to the kid

Future parts with Uncle shanks? Or Maybe Whitebeard pirates babysitting?

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hotheadedhero · 19 days

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Ok question how would the tmnt bros (all 4) react to someone having a crush on them, and they confess, but the turtle rejects at time... but later on he realizes no wait I actually do like them!

But theres already been like a good month or more since the confession and their crush has been sorta avoiding them by hanging out with the other turtle bros and though still being polite, they avoid like being alone with their turtle crush and try to act like they don't have a crush still(but they do)

Sorry if I didn't write the request right! and thanks for your writing I love how you write the turtles!

Frothing at the mouth. No words. Speechless. Thank you so much anon! This request is absolutely amazing and tugged at my heart in all the good ways, you beauty. So glad you like my writing tyty <3 Apologies for the wait btw :] I might have meddled with the idea a bit depending on the turtle but I hope this is the kind of thing you were hoping for! May even make a part 2 continuation because there was just so much to write, this was really a lot of fun so thank you again :P I let fate decide which version to base this on and we got Bayverse!

Rejection, Realisation, and Regret

Warnings: bad language, grovelling turtles for their idiocy, angst with this in mind, oh these boys are some real idiots

Bay Turtles x Reader

Leonardo

Turns you down as gently as he can but it still feels like a sucker punch to the gut. It may sound calloused but he's a ninja, a mutant, a protector before anything else and that includes being someone's boyfriend. With a constructive discussion on the matter, he can only hope that you understand his position. You assured him that you did.

So, then, how is it that he barely gets a conversation in with you these days? And why does that fact burn a hole in his stomach? This pit, although metaphorical, weighs down heavily on him. Assumably, he’s missing one-on-one with a friend until it truly occurs to him just what exactly is going on. There's a lesson to be learned here, he's sure - a saying that goes around as if taken from an ancient script: you don't realise how good you have it until it's gone. You're not gone perse but you make a point of avoiding him individually. As well-mannered as you try to be, he's noticed and he's noticed the hurt in his belly that comes alongside it.

He thought things were okay, that despite the rejection, you would still be able to comfortably continue your friendship without any issues. It seems he managed even to fool himself. Being so caught up in what it means to be one of New York's self-acclaimed protectors, he was completely absentminded to the feelings that had been bubbling up inside him all along. No wonder he's been losing focus on his training as of late. He has attempted to try and talk to you about it but to no avail. Has your heart really been that broken?

For once, he doesn’t know what to do, or what decision should be made. He’s stuck between a rock and a hard place right now. Who's the one person he can turn to at a time like this? Come on. Who else would it be?

"Sensei, you know better than anyone that our position comes with complications. That we as ninjas are sworn to certain oaths.”

"Yes, the duty of yourself and your brothers is indeed a heavy burden. Responsibility comes with risk and consequence as I am sure you are well aware of by now.” Splinter watches his son bow down as he thoughtfully strokes his beard. "However, sensei, rat, master; alongside all of these things, I am foremost a father who wishes to see his sons be happy. You're in love, are you not?"

Leo’s attention quickly turns up from the floor to his master. How had he figured it out? Must be that parental instinct. Either way, he’s thankful for that in some respect. It makes this easier. Less complicated.

The turtle nods and breathes out, "I am, Sensei."

"That's what I thought." His father lays a hand over Leo’s shoulder before it taps him against the side of his head. "Now, what are you waiting for? Talking to me isn't going to change the situation."

Splinter is right. It's high time for him to get out of his funk and strategise the best way to make amends. He can only hope he isn’t too late.

Raphael

Rejects you thinking it was some sick prank curated by his youngest brother or something. There's no way you have a thing for him. He's a mutant and you're a human. How could someone actually be in love with a freak like himself? That's why he blows up in your face when you attempt to pour your heart out to him. Whatever joke you thought would be funny, isn't.

He may have taken things out of proportion. This much is made obvious enough by the poorly thought-out excuses you make just to avoid being alone with him. Yeah, that's right, he thinks. You should feel ashamed for trying to pull a stupid stunt like that, for trying to mess with him. He's standing firm on his self-assurance. Don't think for a second that he's going to lose sleep over what he said that day.

However, life has a very funny way of playing its own game. It all comes to fruition when you're laughing with the leader of the brothers. When your hand landed on his forearm, Raphael was struck with something fierce. The shot of jealousy to his heart almost takes him for a wild spin but he disregards it for typical Leo/Raph rivalry. Until that night, anyway. This man is tossing and turning in bed, ruminating on that sickly feeling in his chest; losing sleep over it. No. Surely not. He isn't in love with you. This isn't something that's been in the making for however long now. So what if you managed to calm him down quicker than anyone else he's ever known? Big whoop if you used to make a point of checking up on him when no one dared to go near him. It’s no big deal that you’d hype him up and cheer him on before each mission.

Fuck. He's been in love with you this whole time, hasn't he? Oh, you have got to be kidding. This was probably the only chance he had at something close to normal in his life and he trampled over it like it was nothing. That's assuming it was even genuinely meant from your end to begin with. He still has his doubts all things considered. Either way, he can’t just sit in bed and wallow in his head all night. He needs some air.

"What crawled up your shell and died?"

Great. He had hoped to get some peace and quiet. Not that this city knows the definition of either word but that isn’t the point.

"Not now, Jones. I ain't in the mood."

Casey's head rolls against his shoulders and he sighs, "Hey, if this is to do with (Y/n) ignoring you, what do you expect? 'Can't just make someone cry and expect things to be okay after without an apology."

Raph's mask slowly descends and hoods over his eyes, those of which are now staring down the detective.

"Oh, shit. You didn't know?"

No. No, he did not. He really made you cry? Why would you-? Ah. Two things smack him up the head at this moment: you meant every word of what you admitted a month ago and he is an absolute asshole. Despite already living in the sewers, he feels like the scum of the Earth.

That's it. No more holding back. No more being chicken. He might have ruined his chance but he can at least try and make things right by you.

Donatello

Aloof. Absolutely aloof and utterly clueless to the fact that you were even trying to admit your feelings for him. Yet, the way that the whole situation plays out makes it seem as though he had denied you. His head is usually stuck in a book or on one of the many screens that litter his quarters. What can you really expect of him? Unfortunately, this isn’t something that comes to mind nor is taken into consideration when you attempt your casual proclamation. With his eyes glued to his computer, his inattentiveness could only be read as uninterest to which you find it’s probably best to withdraw yourself.

In the weeks to come, it still doesn't even occur to him that you were confessing. The only thing that dawns on him from your weirdly abrupt absence is how strange it feels without you around. You still engage in your regular visits to the lair but are always elusive to his corner. Had he missed a memo? He can't quite place a finger on your change in behaviour. Then he realises just how much he enjoys and misses your presence. Even just how you'd pass by his little section of the lair and do something as small as asking him what he's working on. The small details should always get their chance in the spotlight but he managed to miss them when they were right there in front of him. When you were in front of him.

Subsequent to this steady progression of fluttering heart palpitations upon the thought of you and his drying throat when he tries to speak your way, he decides to take some action. At least, that’s the plan he has in his head. You hardly look his way, so he needs to find a way to gain your attention. There must be some way. With somewhat of an idea in mind, he dials a number through his computer and lets it ring.

The other side of the line picks up and there’s a voice. “If this has anything to do with goons, aliens or whatever trouble you guys have gotten yourselves into, I don’t want any part of it.”

“Relax, Vern. This is something that entirely requires your expertise without life endangerment. I need to ask about women,” Donnie confirms, cutting right to the chase.

There’s a pause. "What-?” Another longer pause and then an inhale. “Can't you just ask one of your brothers or something?"

Yeah, right, because his family of sewer dwellers are so well-equipped for this matter. Even asking for Vern's aid is pushing the boat a little but it's better than nothing - a baseline structure of what to expect is all he needs. The internet would probably be more reliable but it doesn’t include that vital real-world experience.

"You engage in frequent courting. By all accounts, you're the only person I know who has enough field experience to give advice."

This might be giving Vern too much credit but this is a surefire way to get what he wants. Feeding a man's ego can accomplish many things. Call it manipulation of the circumstances if you will but no harm done.

"You know what?” There’s a brightness in his tone, an uptilted cadence in Vern’s rhetorical question. Bingo. “You being the smart one has never been more accurate, Don. Alright, I'll help you."

The notes he takes are unfathomable but he wants to make sure that everything is thought out with careful precision. That's not even taking into account that he needs to muster the courage to ask you out in the first place.

Michelangelo

One would think that this guy would be jumping with unparalleled joy to have someone confess their feelings for him but he's got eyes for someone else. April O'Neil is his one true babycake, his angel face, the first love he had ever known. He turns you down in the friendly way one would expect him to if not a little cocky. Who wouldn't want a piece of the MC Mikey? There aren’t any hard feelings though, right?

Well, no but the sting that follows is still too much for you to handle. Too much in fact that you decide it's best to recoil into a shell of your own and spend less time with the loveable terrapin. Such a shame as well considering you're missing out on your regular gaming sessions together. It probably sucks big time to be rejected but he meant no harm by it. He thought you could still hang out as you normally would. Perhaps you just needed some time. That’s what he reckoned until the days turned to weeks and those weeks to almost two months.

He’s subjected to playing bystander when you hang out with his family, barely getting a chance to have a word with you alone. If this treatment is good for anything, it gives him a chance to spectate and watch how you interact with those around you rather than directly with him. He recognises how much he adores that sparkle in your eyes, the playfulness of your tone when you crack out jokes with his brothers, how you light up the entire lair when you make your presence known. There is this unshakable spirit within you that he somehow never noticed until a few days prior when you took the liberty of playing an incredibly bold practical joke at Casey's expense. Man, this turtle's heart sored higher than it ever has before, which is saying something considering he had to jump out of a plane once.

Well, colour him surprised. He was so sure of himself that New York's favourite journalist was the only one for him but it seems he was wrong. Oh, man. He's feeling pretty bad now. He can surely make up for what happened though, right? Hopefully. There's only one way of finding out but he has one thing he needs to do first before talking to you.

"I'm sorry, angel face. My sights have been led astray. My loyalty shouldn’t be doubted but it’s for someone else now.”

The way Mikey is knelt down, head lowered with April’s hands in his own is a perplexing sight if not curiously amusing. His feelings and the pronounced “dibs” on the reporter have been no secret but his recent infatuation with you hasn’t been much of a secret either. Not to her anyway but she likes to think she’s good at picking up on these things.

“Just know that you'll always have a special place in my heart,” he finishes, ending the overly dramatised display by holding a fist to his chest.

"Considerate as always." Her expression is somewhere between humoured and endeared, fighting the shake of her head at how adorably ridiculous this turtle can be. "Thanks, Mikey."

Now that's out of the way, he can go into this with a clear head. Although, the only thing really going into this is going to be all of his heart.

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mins-fins · 21 days

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★̲ YOU HAVE ONE NEW VOICEMAIL FROM . . . 나재민 !

SEPTEMBER 9, 00:22 AM

HI BABY!! okay um before you purge me and murder my entire family i'm sorry for not calling you yesterday.. it was after the first show and i was exhausted but anyway, how was the concert? did you enjoy it? do you think i did well? do you—[a small shout is heard from behind him] I AM NOT "WHIPPED" SHUT UP! ignore chenle he doesn't know what he's talking about, is it bad that i love my dear partner so much? he's just sad and lonely—AM NOT!— ARE TOO! STOP YELLING AT ME!! you're gonna come tomorrow right? if work doesn't keep you in that is, god i hate your job, and i miss you, i miss you so bad, it's going to be hard to do this when international tour dates start, all we have connecting us is some stupid phone..[another shout is heard from behind him] OKAY FINE! it's too late, we have to wake up early tomorrow, alright bye i love you! sleep well!

NOVEMBER 23, 22:45 PM

haechan totally tried to trip me on stage today, that little shit..anyway, hi baby!! sorry for the like— two calls every week but it's been so hard to find alone time for myself these days, i really like japan though, we should come here sometime for a trip! just me and you, maybe on one of my breaks, if i can even get one. i miss you, having jeno as company is beginning to get boring, i mean, i love jeno obviously but i see him every single day!! i'm literally about to go insane without you here, i'm about to pay for your flight here and make up some excuse to your manager about a family issue or something.. will they even believe that? i don't care, it's been a while since we went anywhere together, just the two of us, also, did i tell you your mom called me? apparently she really liked our performance, she called me to tell me about it!! anyway um, i have no time left, hope you have a good night, i love you!!

NOVEMBER 26, 02:09 AM

jeno snores way too loudly, so no sleep for me, and he also complains so much about everything so now i have to whisper for this, but anyway, i know you're probably asleep as well so it doesn't matter if i send this cause you'll see it in the morning but i don't care! whoops, right, whispering. i can't believe that you can't come to the shows, it's all sooooo boring without you. i always search for you in the audience but then i don't see you and i get upset, you being in the crowd would make everything much better, hopefully you can at find time to get here before the final japanese show this year.. is this corny? i don't think so, i just— i miss you, i say that all the time but i do, a lot. um yeah that's all, i should probably sleep now, i love you!

DECEMBER 2, 21:37 PM

I KNEW YOU HAD SOME STUPID PLAN! i can't believe i didn't even notice you sneaking up on me that was….. i can't start, i'll go on and on forever. how did you even get backstage? did you talk to mark or something? i don't know i guess i'm just— i'm just very surprised, you didn't even tell me anything! i'm not going to lie.. it was such a smart plan, i'm glad you were able to make it, seeing you again was so nice i almost cried having to let go of you, and yeah i tried to contain myself in front of the members but i couldn't, they had to get it though! because when you're partner is right there you can't just stand there and be normal, i did mean to trap you in that hug! god being able to wrap my arms around you again was so nice, you give such good hugs you know? i know you won't be here for long but let's make the most of our time together okay? i'm happy you're here, alright i have to go now, good night, i love you.

DECEMBER 10, 09:30 AM

hi hi!! happy to say that i will be back soon! don't be surprised if i just randomly show up in your house one day, world famous idol na jaemin in your kitchen, making himself some coffee, you might have a heart attack, i hope i don't scare you again, not like that one time after hot sauce promotions ended.. your face was hilarious, i'm sorry for that one baby, i was really just trying to surprise you.. anyway, tour picks back up in february, so we have time to be idiots and go on stupid dates, get chased down by the staff.. okay maybe not that, the last time they almost caught us was funny though. alright um— just wanted to tell you i'll be back soon! i'll make sure to pass by a convenience store and get you ice cream, and yes i'll remember to get cookie dough this time, still not sure what you have against strawberry..alright that's it! i'll see you soon, i love you!!

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honeydazai · 2 years

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୨୧·࣭࣪̇˖ 𝆬 ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜰᴀᴠᴏᴜʀɪᴛᴇ ᴘᴏꜱɪᴛɪᴏɴ 𝆬 𓏸

feat.: Dazai, Chūya, Ranpo, Atsushi, Akutugawa, Kunikida, Fyodor, Nikolai, Poe

content: nsfw, size difference, dacryphilia, degradation, praise, breeding kink, sadism, kitchen sex, spanking, oral sex, tit fucking

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DAZAI enjoys it greatly whenever you ride him, especially if you face him while doing so. Really, what is there not to love? You're bouncing up on his cock, either eagerly or while glaring at him because of a teasing comment that just fell from his lips, and your tits are following the rhythm you set; a steady up and down, up and down.

There's nothing he likes more than watching you fuck yourself dumb on his dick, and his sly smirk stretches wider when your thighs begin to tremble with exhaustion. Don't believe for a second he'll have mercy with you, though; he's way too busy kneading the soft skin of your tits or hips between his fingers to actually thrust into you. Besides, you're doing just fine like this, right?

“Oh my, belladonna, don't tell me you're getting tired already! What a shame. You were doing so well, too. Come now, I'm sure you'll manage to keep going until both of us cum, won't you?”

Even without use of his ability, it's terribly easy for CHŪYA to lift you up and pin you to a wall to fuck you right then and there. His grip on your hips is tight; he can't help but huff out a gentle laugh when you whimper and try to hide your face in his shoulder to stifle your moans and mewls while his hips slap against your ass.

Your thighs shake adorably where they're wrapped around his slim waist; his pace is anything but slow as he all but pounds into you, the head of his dick nudging against that one sensitive spot inside of you. You moan into the kiss when he reaches down to rub circles around your clit, each thrust of his accompanied by wet squelching noises and, yeah — you're pretty glad that Chūya doesn't need any help to support your weight, given how your knees feel awfully weak right now.

“What a lucky man I am to have such a pretty girl on my dick, hm, baby? Fuck, you feel so damn good around me. You're gonna drive me crazy if you keep moaning like that.”

RANPO'S preferred position is you riding him, especially with your back turned to him. This way, you set the pace — though he's quick to whine if he deems it to be too slow, too lazy —, meaning he doesn't have to bother with constantly pounding into you, but he does like to occasionally thrust his hips up, catching you off-guard whenever he meets you half-way.

It's also the perfect position for him to grab your ass in the meantime; he doesn't hesitate to pinch the skin meanly or to outright spank you while you continue to ride him all obediently. Your high-pitched moans and whimpers make his dick twitch inside of you, especially when you sob because a slap unexpectedly hits your upper thigh rather than your already bruised butt.

“You really make the most adorable noises, darl. I could listen to your pathetic mewls and whines all day. Either way, hurry it up a little, will you? I still got a case to solve.”

Frankly said, ATSUSHI doesn't care in the slightest bit how he's fucking you. He doesn't have a favourite position; the only things that matter to him are that he's as close as can be to you and that he's able to see your face well; he doesn't want to risk missing out on your fucked-out expressions whenever he hits that one special spot inside of you and you clench so tightly around him.

Still, he likes being able to lean up and suck hickeys into your throat and neck in whatever position you're both doing it in; whenever he's pounding into you, his hips slapping against yours, he gets the overwhelming urge to mark you up and claim you as his. Besides, you whimper so adorably whenever his fangs graze over your sensitive skin, so who can blame him?

“Ah, fuck, you feel so good around me, love. You're so good for me, fuck, 'm close—, so tight. And you're all mine, aren't you? Yeah, ah—, that's right.”

It's no surprise that KUNIKIDA'S ideals extend even to sex, and it comes as even less of a shocker that his favourite position to take you in is missionary. Still, it'd even be his preferred one if it wasn't so traditional — he enjoys the way you're panting into his shoulder while your arms are thrown around his neck and how you cry out and arch your back off the bed so prettily when he reaches down to draw steady circles around your aching clit.

If he's honest, Kunikida has to admit that he lives for cumming inside of you, especially in missionary position. You've got your thighs clamped tightly around his waist as he spills into you, filling you up, and your resulting whimper is a heavenly sound. In the end, he even gets to press a gentle kiss to your lips, and his smile is warm and loving as his gaze meets your hazy one.

“Good girl. You always take me so well, don't you? I promise I'll fill you up just as good. Ah, you feel simply heavenly around me, darling.”

FYODOR'S preferred way to fuck you is to simply bend you over the closest flat surface — usually the kitchen counter —, your legs spread wide enough that you struggle to keep your balance and your back arched prettily. Really, it's not like he's against having you warm his dick while he's working or taking you multiple times in missionary in your shared bed, but there's just something peculiar about you, wearing a cutesy apron and stirring whatever meal you're having today, that makes his arousal spike all of a sudden.

He still manages to make it look like fucking in the kitchen was your idea; he just leaned down to give you a simple kiss, after all, and suddenly you were all over him. How curious! And, well, here you are now, bent over the pristine kitchen counter, your dress flipped up for easy access, with Fyodor thrusting into you from behind while he scolds you for not paying more attention to what you're cooking. The noodle water is bubbling already; careful that it doesn't boil over before he fills you up.

“Oh? Let me get this right, love; first, you're lewd enough to beg me to take you right here in our kitchen, and now you're even letting this distract you from finishing our meal? If I didn't know better, I'd say you simply wish for your hardworking husband to starve, though the way I know you, you're probably just too busy being a cock-hungry whore to actually pay attention.”

NIKOLAI loves taking you from behind. He's got one large hand on the back of your neck, pushing your head down into the pillows, and the position is just heavenly in itself — you look awfully adorable like this, head down and ass raised, your back arched into a pretty curve and your thighs spread wide, giving him a perfect view of your dripping cunt.

Whenever he's pounding into you, he makes sure the bed rocks with the force of his thrusts; and, oh, aren't you the cutest when you cry out sharply just because he spanked you once? To be fair, his hits are strong enough to bruise, and 'once' quickly turns to repeatedly, but it's your own fault for clenching so tightly around him in response! The only disadvantage of taking you doggy style is that Nikolai doesn't get to see the tears that drip down your cheeks, but, well; there's still many opportunities to make you cry afterwards.

“Oh, look at ya, doll — crying already? That's adorable! You've taken much worse before, too; believe me or don't, but I'm being gentle right now! Hah, so you do think I'm lying? I'll gladly prove the opposite to you! Let's see just how tight you'll get once I actually put my strength behind each hit!”

AKUTAGAWA likes to see you on your knees, especially when you're all but drooling with eagerness to suck his dick. It's mainly about power dynamics; he feels in control when you're on the floor, your legs spread wide to show off just how wet you are just from pleasuring him, one of his feet pushing in between your spread thighs to keep them open.

His pace is rough when he fucks your mouth, his dick pushing down your throat, and he doesn't bother to stop even as you all but choke and sputter, saliva dripping down your chin and tears welling up in your eyes.

“Fuck. Yeah, that's right. Take it. Hah, I bet you're even wet right now. Are you enjoying this? Fucking slut. Fuck, that's good—”

Despite hesitating to admit it, POE is another one who enjoys it greatly whenever you kneel in front of him. The sight of you with your tits out and eager eyes focusing on his dick makes heat rise to his cheeks; and who can blame him? You are pretty lewd like this, squeezing your tits together with your hands just so he can fuck them, his dick sliding over your smooth skin, sticky with precum.

Occasionally, you even stick your tongue out to give a quick kitten lick to the flushed head of his cock and, oh, it's no surprise that he cums almost immediately, spilling onto your chest and collar bones. He is, however, quick to urge you to get up and lie down or sit on his lap so he's able to please you, too.

“Oh, God—, good girl, that's good. You're so pretty like this. Ah—, come on, it's my turn now. Let me make you feel good, yes?”

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bottlepiecemuses · 9 months

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Let’s Be Honest He Appeals To Women A Different Way

People call Oda Oda sexist, but in my opinion focusing on his target demographic isn’t bad. Girls aren’t excluded but I think it’s good he’s not automatically pandering to them through romance because in my opinion if he did those elements would feel forced in this show. And I think unintentional pandering to your unintended audience tends to be better than when you intentionally do so and it could potentially turned off that segment.

The most obvious attraction that women have to this series is the dilf hot males, especially the villains. Seriously, it’s really the most unintentional of pandeirng that Oda creates these types of villains and the female audience eats it up. While most shonen series focuses on hot young men, this series give attraction to old men as well and we female fans are eating it all up.

And again the female characters, despite the criticisms of same character mold I do think when it comes down to it excluding romance has helped. Seriously, while on the surface level the latter three are attractive and used for fan service, Oda does his best to also flesh out their characters. For instance, Nami and Robin are different types of smart guys on the crew and are critical to helping Luffy on his journey by traveling safely through the world and knowing the secrets about the messages of the Poneglyphs. In my opinion, it makes them stand out to me because they serve more than fanservice but also as people who have their place in the story. They might not get as much fights, but they manage to be strong female characters in their own right.

Another is Vivi who isn’t the strongest fighter but has the strongest spirit and has taken on evil organizations and now the government itself to stand up for what she believes is right. Vivi might not be an official member but she is in spirit a close secret ally of the crew and her presence really brought a great dynamic from the crew that makes them all still miss her being around.

And finally Big Mom why is she on this list, because interesting enough Oda could have just made her a one dimensional fat fuck, but instead he made her a complex character even though she’s a villainess. And even though everything she’s gone through is not an excuse for her behavior, it still makes her a compelling character to read because again someone like her ended up this way because so many people wanted to use her and enable her worst qualities for their selfish ends. And in the end we have a woman who not only can’t emphasize with people and feels entitled to everything due to how she was taught to see the world. In my opinion Oda, didn’t have to do this but I am glad and it makes antagonists like her very happy to see.

And again even though One Piece isn’t about romance, it really gives compelling canon couples some spotlight. Seriously, one of them is Capone and Chiffon, who you wouldn’t think make a wholesome couple but they do. He seriously showers this woman who was so abused by her mother for what her sister did and adores the son they have together. He even goes up against her brother who was going to kill her even though she pleaded to leave her. This guy really does love his wife and would anything for her like a real man would. And again in my opinion, lovey dovey romance is something Oda will never do but I admit I think any woman would want a man like Capone to stand up for her like that. And in my opinion, if you ever see a married couple in this franchise you will bet your ass that married couple will have something deep and lasting. With exceptions being Yassop and Big Mom herself.

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october twelfth

day twelve: james potter you encounter james at the bus stop | fluff, pre-relationship, flirty friends | 1.1k

The dark clouds loom ominously as you wait for the bus. It’s the best way to get to the pub for the birthday party you’ve been invited to. You don’t know the birthday girl that well, but Lily invited you because she’s nice like that and you don’t have anything else to do tonight.

Your small gift — a bottle of wine — is in your bag and you’re glad you brought your umbrella because you are almost positive it’s going to start raining any second and you’ve got a nice outfit on.

A fall wind rips down the street and you pull your coat closer, eager to be at the pub already with a drink in your hand to warm you up. You wonder who else will be there. Frank, of course, and Lily and the girls. Sirius and Remus and…James. They’re all new friends, all people who seem to like you, and you can’t help but hope that one person in particular will be there.

And then the skies open. You fumble with your umbrella for just a second before it pops open and keeps you dry. It’s absurdly big — an old flatmate left it behind when she moved out so you took it. You could fit three people under here and you hope the wind dies down otherwise you might be like Mary Poppins flying down the street pretty soon.

You check your watch. The bus isn’t due for almost ten minutes.

There isn’t anyone else waiting for the bus though the street isn’t deserted, instead dotted with people pulling out their umbrellas and hurrying to wherever they’re headed. Heavy footsteps clomp to your right and you turn to see who is running in this weather. It’s someone rather tall who inspects the bus stop sign and then curses. He pulls off his wet glasses and runs a hand through dripping dark hair.

Oh shit, you think. You know this guy.

“James?” you call. You don’t know if he’ll recognize you, truly, even if you’re a bit infatuated with him, but you’ve met him a few times at dinners and parties and such, so surely he will? You think of him as Lily’s cutest ex-boyfriend in your head to stop yourself from calling him hot James.

He looks up at you, squints, then puts his glasses back on and grins.

He calls your name and waves but doesn’t move. Thank god he remembers it. “James, come here. You’re going to get soaked!”

Water splashes under his shoes as he jogs over and under your umbrella. It’s big, sure, but it feels much smaller with him hunched under it with you.

“Bit late for that,” he says. “Can I hold it?” He’s taller than any of your other friends so you hand over the handle and he shuffles a bit closer, raising the canopy to a better height for him. “Thank you,” he says with genuine warmth.

“Of course,” you reply automatically. You get a bit silly around him, which Lily has teased you about, but you can’t help it. He’s so handsome and quite flirty and very nice.

“Are you going to Alice’s birthday?”

You nod and he grins again.

“Brilliant,” he says. “I am too. Thought I’d miss the bus so I left without one of these.”

James strikes you as someone who does not carry an umbrella even when he knows it’s going to rain. You wonder if he lives around here. Maybe you’re neighbors.

“Lucky I’m here then.”

He turns his body a bit so he’s facing you more directly. “Yes, lucky indeed.”

“What did you get her?” you ask. How do you make small talk, again? You’re not terribly sure how to speak to James. All you know about him is that he and Lily dated at school, he’s tall and handsome, and he plays some sort of sport. And you’ve certainly got a small, tiny, totally manageable crush on him.

“What?”

“Alice,” you clarify. “For her birthday.”

“Oh,” he says. He looks sheepish. “I forgot, actually. Bit classic of me, I’m afraid. What did you get?”

“Wine.”

“Clever girl,” he says. You feel warm down to your toes. “She loves wine.” He sounds genuine in his praise. “I’ll just buy her some shots when we get there.”

You like how quickly this has turned into we, even if you’re just taking the same bus to the same party. It feels nice to be going with him. There’s something about him that’s…magnetic.

“When is your birthday?” you ask.

James looks a bit surprised. You’ve surprised yourself. Water runs down his nose as he studies you. “March,” he says. “The 27th.”

“Aries,” you say softly.

He winks, so quick you might have imagined it. “Well done. When’s yours?”

You tell him and he nods. “I’m no good with star signs, I’m afraid, so I’ve no idea which one you are.”

He sounds so genuinely put out that you laugh. James chuckles with you.

“Why do you ask?” Great question.

You shrug. “I just like to know. Maybe I’ll get you a present.”

James looks delighted. “Really? Well, now I’m absolutely getting you one.” Is this flirting? Are you flirting with James Potter under your own umbrella while waiting for the bus?

“I guess you’ll have to find out,” you say, nose turned up. Your face feels a bit hot despite the chill. You’re about to make another quip when James moves very quickly and suddenly his arm is around you, tugging you away from the curb moments before a car rushes by and sprays water all over where you were standing.

“Sorry,” he says. He releases you and situates himself so that the umbrella handle is between you once more. “Saw that coming. And those are nice shoes.”

“Thank you,” you say, a bit shy. You would like him to touch you again.

“In fact, all of you looks quite lovely despite the fact that it’s raining absolute buckets.”

Yeah, definetly flirting. “James,” you chastise, but he looks downright pleased that he’s flustered you.

The bus rounds the corner.

“And we were just starting to have fun.” He fumbles for his bus pass in his pocket. “Will you sit with me?” A silly question.

“Of course,” you say through a smile. “You can hold this, though.” You point to the umbrella. “Don’t let it drip on my shoes.”

He gasps as the bus pulls to a stop. “I’d never.” His palm is firm on your back for just a second before you get on the bus. Maybe tonight’s birthday party will be more fun than you’d hoped.

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Found you through your BG3 stuff and it’s so good I’m foaming at the mouth

Could I request soft dom Karlach with a fem reader, maybe with a bit of praise thrown in if that’s alright?

Thank you I owe u my life

omg ask and u shall receive and it wont be self serving to me at all even a little!

I love Karlach and I love women this was sooo epic

NSFW under the cut :3

"Oh stop it-" Karlach is cringing as Shadowheart quite literally wrings blood from her hair, "you'll make me sick!'

"I can hardly help it, I'm always in the splash zone when I go into a fight with you." Shadowheart doesn't look happy about the situation either, but what must be done must be done.

"You certainly wouldn't hear me complaining, though I do like a more...direct method of delivery." Astarion some how came out the other side fairly clean.

"Oh come on, enough with the blood and guts stuff." Karlach groans, "so gross."

"What, are you trying to save your appetite?" Shadowheart laughs and flicks her hair over her shoulder, sending a small splatter of blood onto Astarion's arm. The two of them made a terribly snarky, gossipy duo. Karlach was just glad they had made friends.

"So what if I am?" Karlach crosses her arms, "I've already been denied ten years why should I be any longer? Especially at the expense of your grimy hair."

Astarion laughs at that, "no, you're right. All the power to you my friend." He looks around a moment, "say where is your favorite midnight snack?"

Karlach whirls around too, "oh shit, have we lost her?"

"She is a slippery one." Shadowheart nods.

"Kalrach would know." Astarion agrees. Karlach guffaws, shoves him. There were plenty of good things about getting her tune up, the kissing, the sex, the cuddling, and the knocking the wind out of Astarion every time he said something gross, odd, or rude.

"Cut it out." She tries to wipe the warmth off her face, being on fire was hot enough, why be embarrassed too.

"Hey! You left without me?!" You're appearing over a small hill, a new, heavy looking bag on your shoulder, "did I take that long?"

"We thought you ran away." Astarion shakes his head, "you took forever."

"Gale asked me to pick up some things." You hike the bag up your shoulder, "camp isn't far though, I guess we picked a good spot with this little market so close and all. What'd you all get into?" You stop once you've joined the group, "oh Shadowheart you smell awful-"

"Imps. Imps and goblins." Shadowheart mutters, "it's always imps and goblins."

"Together?"

"No."

"Sorry I missed it then." You laugh a little. Karlach takes the bag off your shoulder. "Oh you've probably been fighting all afternoon I can-"

"Don't worry about it, make up for leaving you behind. I always carry the stuff."

"I told you to go on without me, I guess I didn't think you actually would though." You laugh a bit.

"Well in your absence Karlach has told us all about how, when she does get you to herself you always-"

"Stop!" She shoves Astarion hard enough to make him stumble, "oh I should light you up." Shadowheart is just snickering to herself.

"I didn't-" She addresses your horrified look, "I didn't tell them anything I swear." She holds her hands up, "and even if I had, which I didn't! It's nothing to be embarrassed about, you're killer in bed. Probably just make them jealous, that's why I don't say anything."

You will the color out of your face at her comment and make the short walk back to camp with silly but comfortable conversation flowing between your little group. The sun's set in the sky by now so you're glad to be so close to camp, otherwise it may have been difficult to find your way back.

When you do make it back Gale looks excited to see you all, "did they have everything?"

"Uh...dunno, I'm just the mule." Karlach shrugs, and holds the bag out, "you'll wanna talk to the manager." She jabs a thumb to you, his gaze follows.

"They did I just- Karlach!" You brush the bag over the Gale and hold her wrist, "look! You're all cut up!"

"Oh am I?" She looks down at her arm, sure enough there were a myriad of claw marks on her forearm, "aw shit, look at that. Didn't even notice, little buggers. Enjoy your stuff Gale I've gotta patch up." You follow her away without finishing your afterthought for Gale.

"Halsin's left for the day, he said he had some friends in the area who may have information for us." You frown, "how's Shadowheart?"

"She needs to rest up before she can use anymore healing magic." Karlach shakes her head, "they're barely some scrapes, I'll be fine for now, I'll go clean up, then well...I dunno I'm yours."

"Let me help, it will be easier with two." You look hopefully up at her, "there's a river close by, we can clean you off and patch you up." She's grinning.

"Come on, you're not worried about a few little scrapes are you? Do you know who I am?" She looks delighted despite her words.

"I'm very familiar, that's why I want to help."

"You're worried? About little old me?" She's squeezing your shoulders as you walk together, "or do you just want to play nurse?"

"Maybe both." You glance up at her, she's practically buzzing.

"Don't tease me." She warns, "you'll ruin my night."

Of course you'd never do a thing like that. Though cleaning her up does take precedent, despite her groaning and whining.

"We need to make sure it's clean, then we can wrap it up." You hand her a shirt to tear up into some makeshift bandages. She uses her free hand and her teeth to do so, she certainly notices you shift and avert your gaze.

"What are you all shy about?" She laughs at the color on your face.

"You know." You tut and frown at her, though it's not very believable.

"What? Is it me?" She watches you use one piece of the shirt to wipe the blood, "Am I making you act all shy?"

"You're always so mean to me-"

"Its me isn't it? You like me, don't you?"

"Oh stop." You press a damp hand to you cheek, trying to cool off.

"What? Tell me all about it! Do you fantasize about me? Have dreams about me?" She's leaning towards you, her voice teasing. You use another piece of cloth the wipe her arm off with some water.

You scoff and look away from her, it just makes her laugh.

"Your silence speaks volumes! Tell me!"

"No!" You use three strips of thicker fabric to wrap her arm up, "I won't!"

"So you don't deny it!" She catches you by your waist, "tell me, or you are not getting a single thing from me tonight-"

"You're evil! You should know how it feels to be denied! Have a heart!"

"Oh I've got one, wanna see?" She's laughing, nosing at your jaw, of course you tilt your head for her, you could never deny her, despite yourself. "Come on, just give me a little taste."

"I don't have anything to tell you!" The crimson engulfing your face said otherwise.

"Uh-huh." Karlach wraps her arms around your back, "can I have a kiss?"

You indulge her without saying anything else about the subject, she seems contended with it for now. You have a feeling you aren't quite out of the woods though.

"You look so pretty when you're embarrassed." She holds you by your chin, "I can't help myself." Her hands are tugging at your shirt, you help her slide it off. She takes in the sight of you with as much enthusiasm as always you can practically hear her brain knocking around in her skull, every thud screaming with excitement, 'TITS!!!!'

"I'm so fucking lucky-" She's giddy with it, kissing down your neck and shoulders, probably planning her attack on your chest. "You're such a sweet thing, gods, I don't know how I have it in me to behave all day knowing this is the sight hiding under all that armor you wear."

You gladly clamber into her lap, she's ducking down into your chest, her hands exploring the newly exposed flesh unabashedly. "You're really very pretty, you know?" She says it into your sternum, you're trying desperately to undress her, eventually she takes pity on you and helps it along. When she stands to shake the last of her clothes off all you can do is drop to your knees, she laughs.

"Well I wasn't gonna boss you around or anything." She's grinning at you and gods you love her, it's all you can think about, you're kissing at her stomach rubbing your face into her warm skin, she just laughs some more.

"Aw look't you, so sweet. What is it? You wanna take care of me?" You make a choked off noise at that, nodding and pulling her closer, it's a frantic nod though, rushed and almost desperate.

"Alright, alright, don't start crying now." She pulls you away to look at you for a moment, "you aren't off the hook, but I'll take a detour." She slings a leg over your shoulder and her hand tangled in your hair on impulse and you close your eyes, if only to hide how far back your eyes roll into your skull. Occasionally you feel her nails scrape the nape of your neck. You were pressing your lips to her, running long strokes over her with your tongue and thumbing at the the wetness whenever you needed to catch your breath. Karlach hadn't taken her eyes off you, she was practically singing you praises and it made your stomach knot up desperately.

She uses her grip on your hair to guide you along but she doesn't need to do much, you already know what to do. She pays extra care to pull all your hair off your face to get the best look at you she can.

"Gods, look't you, pretty girl, just like that, 's perfect." Even her moans are perfect, it's obscene. If anyone asked you she should be locked up, wearing a big flashing warning sign. All you can do is moan, hold onto her thighs, beg to be impossibly closer.

"What're you moaning at?" She's grinning devilishly, "you just like the sound of my voice don't you?"

"Yes, yes I do-" The way she tugs on your hair pulls a perfectly lovely moan out of you, and it makes her laugh in a warm, fond sort of way that makes you want to lay down and spread your legs open for her.

"Alright then, lucky for you I love talking to pretty girls." By the grace of some god you find it in you to play a bit coy with her.

"You think I'm pretty?" You're looking up at her with perfect blown out pupils, and swollen red lips wearing her cum like lipgloss, matter of fact it's spread out pretty evenly over your cheeks and chin too.

"Oh fuck-" She drops her head against the tree she's been leaning on, "I'll blow my fucking lid, cut that out. You wouldn't be able to survive the things you're making me want to do to you."

"I'd try, for you." If she had something to say to that you don't let her get it out. You realized your mouth had been too far away for far too long. You missed the feeling of her tugging at your hair, pushing and pulling you to her own accord.

"Oh gods- dammnit-" She's bucking her hips into your face, her hold on your head especially tight, she groans, it's from her chest, low and thankful. You feel her stutter with the orgasm rolling over her and she pushes you away. Her chest heaving.

"You're a dream, you know?" She's pulling you to your feet, she laughs when she has to steady you a bit, then she kisses you. "Taking such good care of me all night. Looking so pretty while you do."

You feel her hands on between your shoulder blades, she's kissing down your jaw and neck, you're putty in her hands, waiting to be put where she wanted you.

"Come on," She's picking you up, wrapping your legs around her middle, "tell me, before I could touch you like this, and you had to take care of yourself. Tell me what you thought of. I'll tell you mine."

"It's so embarrassing-" You honest to god whine at her, if she were a stronger woman she'd be able to suppress the shudder it sent up her spine.

"Tell me, I'll give you whatever you want, all night if you do."

"It was just you-" You groan as she sets you down on your back and crawls on top of you, "your voice, I could hear it in my head so clearly." She's grinning from ear to ear, impish and coy.

"What was I saying? Was I bossing you around?" She laughed a little because gods you were an idiot, all she had to do was lay you down and you were spreading your legs for her.

"Sometimes-" Your chest was stuttering.

"Oh?" She pushes the syllable through pursed, curious lips, "what about the other times?"

"You're moaning," you're bucking your hips, searching for pay off, something anything the heat was unbearable. "Saying I'm good, calling me pretty-" You couldn't help the hand you brought down to rub over yourself, it was just something else for Karlach to look at.

"You like when I call you pretty?" She's attacking your chest with kisses that leave a burning trail in their wake, "you touch yourself and imagine me watching, calling you pretty?" She laughs that laugh again, the one that makes you wanna lay face down for her. "Maybe you're just as far gone as I am."

"I definitely am." You're practically begging her to touch, after 10 years of holding back she finds it almost impossible to deny you.

"Wanna see if it's as good as when you dreamed about it?" She's pulling you up, turning you over, you go because you're so stupid for her when you get like this, she could walk you off a cliff if she wanted.

" Are you gonna make yourself cum for me?"

This was overwhelming, you felt drunk, your emotions were running so high, you were so horny you could sob, "I'd do whatever you want-" She was kissing at the backs of your thighs, you could feel her breath on your desperate fingers.

"Oh, careful pretty girl you're giving me too much power." She's laughing, her voice was low against your skin and it made you shudder. "I might not be so nice next time."

"No, no, you can do whatever you want to me Karlach- fuck-" You gasp, feeling her thumb brush against you.

"Whatever I want?" You can hear the grin in her voice, impishly charming.

"Yeah, anything-"

"I could tie you up?" She nipped at your skin and that paired with the thought of it alone could get you to cum, "yes please-" Your eyes were glossed over, you were pushing your hips back into her, begging for a firmer touch.

"Oh gods, you've gotten yourself into trouble now. And here I thought you were a nice girl." One of her hands pulls your upper thigh, right were it meets your ass, to get a better look at you.

"You know," Her other hand joins, taking the other thigh, you can feel her nails pressing your skin, "really I can't think of anything else to say but pretty. You are so pretty for me. I can't blame myself for thinking you were a good girl, how could anyone so pretty be bad?"

All you can do is moan, practically cry at it.

"You know it's everything too, not just this." Her thumb brushes you again and you actually think you feel your soul leave your body. "The noises you make, and that pretty red blush you get every time you look up at me. Like I'm deflowering you every time I touch you. Ravishing you, scandalizing you."

"Karlach, please-" She hadn't asked you to beg, that was all on your own accord.

She makes a pouting noise, faux sympathy, "alright, I'll give in. Tell me where you want me, pretty girl. I can't say no to face like your's."

You don't know where to start, you want it all honestly. Lucky for you she's started, replacing your hand with her own then slipping her fingers into you. You were melting into the ground below letting out a desperate warbling moan mixed with a handful of profanities.

"Good or bad-" She cautions and you shake your head, the momentary loss of friction makes your eyes water desperately.

"Good! Good, Karlach, please, fuck-"

You were whining and moaning into your arm, which had been previously holding your chest off the ground. Your eyebrows turn up at it, "oh fuck-"

You were acutely aware of how well she knew your body at this point. Every stroke into you had you moaning, rumbling from your chest, the momentum she'd picked up carrying with a bounce in your cries.

For a split second she was gone, stopping to wrap her arm around your front, as quickly as the touch was gone it was back. Then her free hand was in your hair dragging you up to press your back against her chest and fuck it hurt a little but in a way that made your spine tingle and ripped the most beautiful fucking moan Karlach had ever heard out of you.

"Oh sweetheart-" She moans it into your neck, "you'll kill me at this rate." Her arm wraps around your middle and you grip her forearm with your hand, the other coming around your back to hold onto her there.

She picked back up to pace quickly with you against her chest, bounding forward with unrelenting force that hit you so hard she could hear it in your voice.

"That's it, you pretty thing, just like that, huh? That's perfect." She's cooing into the crook of your neck, "good, good job."

"Fuck-" Your nails dig into her arm, "fuck me, Karlach-"

"The mouth on you lovely girl," She groans into your neck, pulling you into a sloppy but stupidly hot kiss.

"When it was me, waiting to finally touch you, this is what I thought about." You can feel her breath behind your ear when she speaks, "all the different ways I could completely undo you, how good you'd be for me while I did, how you would beg for me to do it. I'd never make you worry about anything, no." She tsks, "I thought about how much fun it would be, taking care of you. I got off thinking about your pretty, empty head, getting railed by me. How'd I do?"

"I'm gonna cum-" You somehow manage to choke it out, "'m gonna- fuck!" Your eyebrows knit together and of course she grins.

"Go 'head, I wanna see it." She was kissing your shoulders a hand coming down to thumb at your clit, you keen loud and still bouncing, "wanna hear it-" She murmured into your skin, "I definitely wanna feel it too."

"Oh fuck-" You gasp, your eyes roll back from the shock of it. Thank god she can't see your face because you must have been drooling. The jerking tenseness of your hips and the way you called out her name like she was an angel would drive her insane for months to come all she can do is sink her teeth into your shoulder.

If it wasn't for her arm around you you'd have slumped to the ground.

"That good?" She laughs and you nod.

"Come on, let's clean you up." She lays you down and takes the extra pieces of cloth you had on hand to wipe you clean, "are you alright?" You only nod again and she chuckles,

"and she was too stunned to speak. Another knock out performance by Karlach."

That gets a snort out of you and you shove her arm, "come off it, K."

"Uh oh, someone sounds tired." Her hand rubs your stomach, you're purring like a cat.

"No I'm not." You drag your hand down her stomach, obviously downwards and she laughs.

"Easy there solider, I think the others are expecting to do a least a little adventuring tomorrow. You look ready to pass out anyway." She gathers your clothes up, then you where you'd crumpled into the floor.

"Come on solider." She hoists you over her shoulder, "let's go to bed, I'll get you all tucked in nice and warm in my tent."

"Yeah, okay....good idea K." You were content to dangle over her shoulder, "K, I love you."

"OH I know you do, pretty." She pats your backside, "but I love you more."

You gasp as she drops you onto her bedroll, "no way!"

"Yes way." She's kissing and nuzzling your neck while you laugh, "admit it before I have to ravish you right here in this tent to prove it!"

For as delightful as your touch was your laugh was just as intoxicating, you nodded desperately trying to squirm away from the ticklish kisses and bites.

"Lay down." Karlach pulls away, smiling, "I don't think there's anyone on the planet who's ever loved anyone as much as I love you." She thumbs at your bottom lip, "and I don't think there's anyone in the world half as a pretty as you are. Sleep tight knowing that." You preen at her words as she settles down into bed with you.

"Let's go to sleep, we haven't go much nighttime left, no thanks to you."

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As Bad As You Are

I tapped my nails nervously on the back of my iphone as our uber approached the driveway of an all too familiar house. I bit my lip and closed my eyes thinking about the last time I was here. I swore I'd never be back here. But I'd said that before and here I was...again. This time would be different though. I was stronger, smarter and more importantly, I was no longer his little toy to play with when he was bored.

"Dude are you ok?" Tara asked squeezing my hand as a concerned Devyn turned her head back from the passenger seat.

"Mmhmm." Is all I could manage to mumble out as I gave the girls a reassuring smile. I had to get my shit together and fast. I had been cool about this all day but now as the driver slowed down and suddenly stopped right outside the front door my stomach began to do flips. It always happened when I knew he was close by. Fuck.

We paid for the uber and made our way to the house. "Damn, are we late?" Devyn questioned hearing the loudness of the party through the inside of the door.

"I don't think so. Jake said ten right?" I questioned looking at Tara who rolled her eyes.

"Yeah but Jake's a fucking idiot. He's lucky he's hot or I'd be so done with his stupid shit." She huffed as we laughed. She always said that but we all knew she loved Jake more than anything. Must be nice. Just as we were about to knock on the door it opened in front of us. My heart skipped a beat as I waited to see who was going to be the one to greet us. Please don't be him. Anyone but him.

"Oooooooh! Look who it is!" Sam yelled excitedly running straight to me and lifting me in to a huge bear hug.

"Hey Sammy, happy birthday!" I smiled hugging him back feeling pure relief that it was Sam who had answered the door to us. I had missed him so much.

"Yeah happy birthday Sam!" The girls echoed before making their way through the party to find their respective boyfriends.

"I didn't even know you were back from the big apple. Did you just get here?" He questioned as I nodded a yes. Liar. I closed my eyes knowing I had just lied to Sam. I had been home for a couple of weeks but I wasn't ready to see everyone. I wasn't ready to see him.

"Wow, I'm so glad you're here. I thought you'd be too embarrassed to hang with us now that you're famous." He nudged.

"Sam, I starred in a music video, not a Hollywood movie. Plus you're way more famous than I am." I stated as he shook his head.

"You starred in a music video for a song that you wrote the lyrics to. That's a pretty big deal." Sam said taking a drink from the red cup he was holding. "Kat's gonna freak when she sees her bestie!" She wasn't the only one.

"KATRINA!" Sam called out as my pink haired best friend skipped through the hallway. Her eyes widening in shock as she saw me standing there.

"Look who it is!" Sam grinned like a child.

"Surprise!" I shouted.

"Oh my god! You're back!" She said jumping in to my arms almost making me lose my balance.

"I'm gonna get you a drink. Just the usual?" Sam asked as I nodded.

"You know it." I smiled politely as Katrina continued to wrap herself around me.

"Is he gone?" She whispered.

"All clear." I giggled as she finally let me go. "Do you think he bought it?" I asked as we both fixed our outfits. "Of course." Sam has no idea you've been back for a while. I promise."

"Thanks for not saying anything." I said wrapping my arm around her. Kat had been the only one out of the whole group to know that I had been home for a bit longer than I let on. She was also the only one who knew why I had stayed away so long in the first place.

"What are best friends for?

"The place looks great. You did such a good job decorating." I stated looking at all the balloons and banners Kat had bought for Sam's birthday. She had been talking about it for so long. She just wanted to give Sam the best night possible.

" I'm so glad you came." Kat grinned placing her head on my shoulder.

"I promised you didn't I? Plus I wouldn't let Sam down. I couldn't hide away for the rest of my life because of....." I paused.

"I know." She whispered holding my hand.

"Here you go ladies!" Sam danced over to us with our drinks placing his arms around both of our shoulders.

"Thank's babe." Kat said kissing him on the cheek. "You're the best Sammy." I said cuddling in to him. As one of his oldest friends I was one of only a few people that always got away with calling him Sammy.

"Am I allowed to say how hot she looks right now?" Sam asked Kat who playfully shoved him towards me. "I think you just did!"

"Sam are you drunk?" I questioned as he looked at me offended. "Why do I have to be drunk to say that you look good?" He fought back. "You do look hot girl." Kat admitted sipping her drink.

"Boy I can't wait to see Nate and Colby fight over you later." Sam joked as I shifted uncomfortably hearing the name of the boy I was trying desperately to forget about.

"Hey babe, I think I heard the door. You should go get it." Kat said pushing Sam towards the door as she caught my hand and led me to a quieter part of the house. "I'm sorry about that." She said with concern in her eyes.

"Kat stop! It's fine honestly. I have to get used to this again. Hearing his name, seeing him. I mean I'm in his fucking house." I said placing my hands on my head.

"He is gonna drop dead when he sees you though." Kat said giving me an evil grin. I laughed a little shaking my head. I wouldn't admit it to anyone but a part of me was aiming to show him what he was missing. I was wearing a little black off the shoulder dress with black fishnet tights. I knew I looked good, I knew exactly what to wear to make him crazy, what not to wear to make him even crazier. I wanted to bring him to his knees like he had done to me.

"Where is he anyway?"

"Upstairs."

"Oh." I laughed rolling my eyes. Typical.

"He's not with anyone if that's what you're thinking. He's finishing up some editing. Actually, Sam mentioned he hasn't seen him with anyone since before you left. That's a long ass time for Colby to go without hooking up." Kat confessed. She was right. Colby had a new girl almost every night.

"Doesn't matter to me anymore. Tonight isn't about him. It's about Sam so let's go find him and get drunk." I said taking her hand as we made our way to find her boyfriend.

A couple of drinks later and I was finally starting to relax. Corey and I had just beaten Jake and Tara at beer pong and we were happily sitting on the kitchen counter taking shots and selfies.

"That's a good one. That's going on insta right now!" He announced uploading the photo and tagging me. "Yeah I liked that, its cute." I agreed.

"Have you seen Colby yet?" Corey asked as I took a shot and shook my head. "Not yet." Hopefully never.

"Well he's gonna be stoked to see you. You don't wanna know how many times I caught him stalking your socials." Corey said stuffing his face with a pizza roll. I looked at him in shock. He had to be messing with me.

"What?"

"Yeah seriously bro."

"Shut up." I half laughed pushing him."

"Dude, for real. I teased him about it once and he got really fucking defensive too." Corey said shaking his head. "Did I miss something? Is there something going on between you two?"

"Are you serious?" Me and...? Why can't I say his name? "No. God no." I chuckled playing with my hair.

"Ok, but I could have sworn......You know what, forget it." He said blushing.

"Forget what?"

"Nothing." He laughed as his eyes widened.

"Corey?" You asserted as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously chuckling. "I could have sworn I walked in on him......jerking off....."

"And? I'm sure that's happened more than once you do live in a house full of testosterone" I teased.

"Yeah but....I'm pretty sure it was to the music video.....you were in." Corey admitted as I almost choked on my drink.

"Okay now I know you're joking because that hasn't even been released yet." I confirmed crossing my legs.

"Wait, you didn't send it to him?" Corey questioned as I shook my head. Surely this was a prank.

"Why would I send...You're messing with me right now."

"Bro I swear down!" He said holding up his hands. "If it helps you looked fucking incredible in it..you and that guy had some amazing chemistry and choreography." Fuck my life. I cringed thinking about Corey and the others watching that video. I was practically in my lingerie for the whole thing.

"That doesn't help Corey." I fumed.

"Sorry but I really thought you sent it to Colby."

"I need another drink." I admitted jumping off the counter finding a bottle of vodka on the island and walking outside to the pool area for some air. I took a swig from the half full bottle as I tried to calm myself down because tonight was Sam's night and I wasn't going to let Colby ruin it. Not for Sam, not for Kat, not for me. I hadn't even seen him yet and somehow he had still managed to make himself known. A part of me wanted to leave but I knew I couldn't. The stronger part of me knew that if I did, I was back to square one again. Running from him wasn't an option anymore. I'd both been there and done that.

"It cant be...." I heard a voice gasp behind me. I hadn't even fully turned around before I was swept off of my feet and begin spun around.

"It is you!" The long haired brunette cried excitedly.

"Nate stop! Do you want me to get sick all over you?" I yelped closing my eyes until the spinning was over.

"I'm sorry I just..I didn't even know you were back!" He said pulling me in for a hug. I wrapped my hands around his waist keeping him close for a moment. Nate was great. He was one of my favourite people in the whole world. Plus he was incredibly sexy. He had asked me out a long time ago but I turned him down because... Well because I was sleeping with Colby and although it wasn't a relationship and we were seeing other people our friends were off limits. That was one of the "rules".

"Yeah I just got back a few days ago." I said as we finally parted.

"Well you look good. I mean.. you look way better than good, you look uhhh." He looked at me sighing heavily as he rubbed the back of his head. "You look hot...I mean...you look beautiful." He admitted as I blushed and laughed at the same time.

"Thanks Nate. You don't look so bad yourself." I confessed as we stood silently for a moment.

"So...you planning to drink all that by yourself?" He asked pointing to the vodka bottle in my hands.

"That was the plan but seeing as I like you I guess we can share." I winked. The air had started to hit me hard and I could feel the alcohol start to take over.

"Awesome."

"We should dance." I suggested grabbing his hand and taking him back in to the house where people were dancing.

"I'm not very good at this." He said throwing back some vodka.

"Nate, you're a singer. If you can sing, you can dance." I argued as he laughed. We spent the next few minutes dancing with Corey, Jake, Devyn, Tara, Kat and Sam. All of us taking pictures and videos on our phones. Kat grabbed me as we danced together while she was on Instagram live. "Myyyyy bestie is sexxxxxy." She slurred in to her phone kissing me on the cheek. We continued dancing to the loud music until I heard Sam yell.

"Yooooooo!"

It sent a sudden shiver down my spine because I knew what it meant. I could already feel his presence. I turned around to see him slowly walk down the stairs with a glass of Jack Daniels in his hands, wearing a black tank top that tightly carved his abs through the material, his signature black pants and vans. Well he's still fucking beautiful.

"About time brother!" Sam shouted embracing his best friend as Kat grabbed my hand tightly. I smiled gratefully at Kat. I could see that she thought I was going to fall to pieces upon seeing Colby again but truthfully, I just wanted to hurt him. Like he had hurt me. Maybe it was the alcohol but I had so much anger built up inside of me and it had only gotten worse since Corey had told me about the video. Who did he actually think he was?

"Sorry brother but one of us had to work on your birthday. I'm working on catching up though." He grinned downing the glass of jack with ease as he took his final steps down the stairs. He still hadn't seen me as he walked with Sam over to the group.

"Just so you know Nate's been dancin' with your girl bro.." Sam joked patting Colby on the head.

"Who's my gi......" Colby froze finally seeing Nate and I leaning against the wall. This was it. I could either walk away or I could face him. I bit my lip in contemplation before choosing the latter.

"Hey stranger." I smiled sweetly pulling him in for a hug. Thank god for alcohol.

"Hey!" He said wrapping his muscular arms around me. "Long time no see." He muttered still holding me in his grip.

"You can say that again." I said as he finally let go. A silence grew amongst the group and I could only guess that they could sense a change between Colby and I. I didn't exactly jump in to his arms as I would've usually done when I got back from work trips that were long than a couple of days. "More shots!" Katrina called nervously sensing the uncomfortable vibe between myself and Colby.

"Fuck yes! Time to get you shit faced brother!" Jake yelled grabbing Colby by the shoulders. His eyes never leaving me as he was being pulled away.

"You ok?" Kat whispered.

"Totally." I smiled as we walked back towards the kitchen where the guys were taking shots.

"Did you guys get one for us?" Kat huffed as Nate turned around with two shots.

"I knew we could count on Nate." Kat smile batting her eyes playfully at Nate.

"Such a gentleman." I flirted standing beside him. I could see Colby gritting his teeth from the corner of my eye. He really hated me flirting with Nate. "You can't fuck any of my friends. Especially Nate. I know he's in to you." I don't know why it bothered him so much. Colby had made it clear he didn't want a relationship with me so I could never understand why it bothered him that Nate was in to me, if he really was.

"Ok. We ready? Happy Birthday Sam!" Colby shouted downing the shot as we all repeated his sentiments before swallowing our own.

"Oh and welcome back!" Colby said winking at me taking a swig straight from the bottle of whiskey.

"Thanks Cole." I smirked. Asshole.

2 hours or so had passed and I had managed to avoid having to talk to Colby again. At least we were being somewhat civil for Sam's sake because neither of us wanted anyone else to know that things were not okay between us. I looked around at the house and yard thinking about all the memories I had here. All my favourites being with Colby. All my worst being with him too. No matter where I went in this house I could tell a story about something we had done. This was where we had first kissed without it being a dare or us being drunk. It was where we had slept together for the first but not for the last time. It was where I realised what I felt for Colby wasn't just lust anymore and that I was falling in love with him. Something we promised we wouldn't let happen. A promise I wasn't able to keep.

I sat on the sunbed by the pool texting on my phone when I felt a body take a seat beside me.

"So are we gonna cut the friendly bullshit now that no ones around?" Colby questioned his blue eyes piercing me with sheer cockiness.

"Gladly." I replied not looking up from my phone.

"Good cause its exhausting." He sighed as I locked my phone getting up from where I was sitting not willing to give him the argument I knew he was looking for.

"Trust me, If it wasn't Sam's birthday I wouldn't waste an ounce of oxygen on you." I stated smugly walking back in to the house and away from him.

"Hey, I've been looking for you." Nate said walking towards me. "I've just been around." I smiled refusing to show any pain or anger.

"Were you with Colby all this time?" He asked with a slight frown pointing towards Colby who was still sitting where I had been, looking directly at us.

"No I haven't really spoken to him all night."

"Are you guys ok? Usually at a party I can't get you away from him." Nate questioned as I looked back at Colby.

"I guess, things change." I admitted shrugging my shoulders. "Do you wanna...." He choked for a second trying to finish his sentence. "Dance with me again? We didn't get to finish the last one?" He asked as I smiled and took his hand and guided him to the floor once more.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as we danced to the beat of the music. He stood nervously until I laughed. "You can put your hands on my waist Nate. I don't bite." He chuckled and slowly placed his hands on me. The floor began filling up as more and more people joined the party. Kat shot me a cheeky grin as she danced with Sam.

"Are you having a good time?" Nate asked as I nodded.

"Of course. Are you?"

"The best." He admitted grinning like an idiot.

"Good." I said hugging him tightly before we went back to dancing. Babydoll by Ari Abdul played through the speakers as I froze... That was our song...the song that was playing the first time Colby and I decided to become more than friends but less than a couple.

"Good you're so fucking beautiful..."He whispered kissing my collarbone as I closed my eyes.

"Colby... I don't want to ruin our friendship. I can't lose you like that." I admitted biting my bottom lip, placing my hands gently on his chest.

"We were never just friends, you have to know that." Colby whispered lightly pressing his lips to mine.

"Hey you ok?" Nate asked waving a hand over my face escaping me from my thoughts.

"Yeah, sorry I just got lost there for a second." I said reassuring him. I closed my eyes trying not to think about what this song had represented. What it had meant to me. Just then I felt someone burning a hole through me from somewhere in the room. I opened my eyes to see Colby staring straight at me leaning against the wall with a bottle of jack in his hand. He gave me a strange smirk and nodded at me never moving his eyes away from me. He couldn't possibly remember this song...could he? Colby didn't think like that. He wasn't sentimental. That wasn't him. Why did I even care? Why did I want to know if he remembered? Why was I still thinking about him when Nate was in front of me? Why hadn't I looked away from Colby yet? What the fuck was I doing?

"Hey ,can I ask.." Oh no.... "Nate I'm sorry. I just need a minute." I said quickly pulling away from him and headed towards the bathroom. I felt a hand reach for me, the cold clad rings were all too familiar on my skin.

"I could be wrong but I think you had more fun with me the last time you heard that song." He did remember...

"Fuck you." I spat.

"That you did." He grinned smugly. I wanted to slap him. I ripped my arm from his grip and slammed the bathroom door shut before I shed any tears in front of him. I took a deep breath as I leaned over the sink. Do not cry. Do not cry. You will not waste any more tears on him. I took a couple of more deep breaths as I got my composure back.

"Fuck this." I cursed looking at myself in the mirror. I had enough of feeling this way, being treated this way by someone I would have once given my all to. This wasn't the Colby I had known for years before we started this toxic relationship. I wasn't who I used to be either and I needed to find her again. My blood was boiling as I exited the bathroom. All I could see was red as I went in search for Colby. It didn't take me long as I walked towards him and the black haired girl he was flirting with. I grabbed his arm and began to pull him away as the girl tried to grab him back. "Wait your turn bitch." She spat as I grinned looking at Colby. "Oh I've been waiting for this for a long time."

She tried to grab my arm but I shot her a killer look. "FUCK. OFF." I warned as she finally walked away defeated. I continued dragging Colby up the stairs and towards his bedroom. I could see Nate frowning at me as he watched Colby and I make our way up the steps. "You know I'm pretty sure your boyfriend saw you pulling me up here. I don't think he's gonna be too happy." Colby teased in my ear as I shoved him hard shutting the door behind me.

"What is your problem!?" I screamed. I knew the music was too loud for anybody to hear me and I couldn't wait any longer.

"What's yours?" He fought back.

"I'm looking at him."

"I love it when you're feisty." Colby grinned trying to cup my face, the smell of alcohol lingered on his breath as I slapped his hand away.

"Don't. Don't you dare touch me."

"You never complained before."

"This is all just a game to you isn't it? You just get off on hurting people."

"You used to get off on me hurting you too." He teased moving boldly closer towards me.

"How fucked up must I have been?" I admitted standing my ground. I sensed he could see the seriousness in my eyes because he took a step backwards.

"Why are you here?" He questioned as I raised an eyebrow. "Because it's Sam's..."

"No. Why are you here with me...right now?" He challenged folding his arms.

"Because you've treated me like shit for too long and I'm over it."

"And you had to drag me all the way to my bedroom to tell me that?"

"I'm not going to fight with you down there and ruin Sam's night. Unlike you I actually take other people in to consideration."

"You sure it wasn't to get me away from the girl downstairs?" Colby quizzed as I scoffed. "I'd be doing her a favour."

"You never could hide your jealousy."

"And what about you huh? Like you haven't been watching me all night with Nate." I teased as his face changed.

"If that's what you need to believe to make yourself feel better then by all means..." He replied trying to act unbothered but I knew Colby better than that. His whole demeanour changed at the mention of Nate's name.

"It still gets to you doesn't it? That I could have him in a heartbeat."

"You don't want Nate. You never did." Colby stated confidently.

"How would you know what I want?"

"If you wanted Nate you'd be downstairs with him. But here you are in my bedroom with me." He grinned.

"You're so cocky. It's sickening."

"I always thought that was one of the things you loved about me?"

"I don't love anything about you. I can't even stand being around you anymore."

"Oh so that's why you've been lying about being in New York still when you actually got home almost two weeks ago. Because of me?" I paused for a slight second wondering how he knew I had been home. I knew Kat would never tell him and she was the only one I had told. Then it hit me. Colby knew the producer of the music video I had appeared in. That's how he knew I was home and more importantly that's how he got his hands on the music video before it was officially released.

"You know what? You're right. You are the reason and what makes me sick is that you look almost proud of the fact that you pushed me so far away. You were my best friend!" I yelled. I didn't care anymore. I needed to let it out. The hurt, the frustration..."I made such a mistake in thinking sleeping with you wouldn't change anything between us. I thought I was strong enough to just hook up with you and not feel anything."

"I always told you I didn't want a relationship."

"Yeah you did. But you also made it impossible for me to be with anyone else. Every time I tried to walk away you let me believe that we could be more and I fell for it every single time."

"I'm sorry that I didn't feel that way about you." Colby mumbled looking to the floor as I couldn't hold back a laugh.

"You know, I really believed you didn't feel anything for me. You did such a good job pushing me away, saying all the right things to hurt me and boy did you hurt me." I paused for a moment. "But I see how you look at me or how you don't look at me, like right now. Because a part of you knows that you feel something for me and it terrifies you." I said confidently.

"You think you've got it all figured out huh? You don't know anything! I don't feel anything for you and I never did. You were just a good fuck...helped pass the time." Colby shrugged but I knew him better than that. Everything was starting to make sense now.

"That why you haven't been with anyone else since I left? Because they weren't as good a fuck as I was? Or was it just the fact that they actually weren't me Colby?" I asked finally letting his name escape my lips. His blue eyes widened as he pushed his body against mine. "You really think you're that fucking special?" I swallowed hard pushing my body right back on his, never taking my eyes off of his.

"Special enough for you to jerk off watching a video of me instead of just fucking someone else." I whispered as Colby stood in silence tensing his body.

"Yeah, I know things too Colby. So go ahead, down a few more glasses of jack and maybe you'll get drunk enough to find a girl who resembles me just a little bit because I promise you that is as close as you'll ever get to me again." I stated pushing him away and grabbing the door knob when I felt him grab my hand.

"You really must hate me." He muttered as I pulled my hand away. Why did his touch still set my skin on fire? I opened the door and leaned my head against the side looking at him one final time.

"No Colby, I just hate myself for still loving you" I admitted my eyes welling up with tears as I finally turned away from him and the toxic relationship that had cost me a friendship which had meant more to me than anything.

I walked down the stairs in what felt like slow motion steps looking up when I heard my name being called.

"I was about to send a search party for you." Nate smiled taking my hand and guiding me down the last few steps of the stairs. I smiled at the boy standing before me wondering why I had always chosen Colby over him.

"Aww were you worried about me?" I teased wrapping my arms around his neck but I could sense a hesitation in his body language.

"I saw you go upstairs with Colby and I just assumed you guys were...hooking up." Nate frowned rubbing the back of his head.

"We weren't hooking up. We just needed to talk about some stuff." I reassured him with a smile.

Suddenly there was a loud crash upstairs in what sounded like a mirror smashing in to a thousand pieces.

"What the hell was that?" Sam shouted from the hallway as he began to run for the stairs. "Colby what the fuck happened dude?" I heard Sam yell from the top of the stairs. "Woah woah!" Sam yelled as Colby pushed his way down the stairs. I could see blood dripping from Colby's hand and it was all but confirmed that he had punched the mirror upstairs.

"Colby, you ok man?" Nate asked concerned as Colby paused to look directly at me. I said nothing. "Colby, what happened bro?" Nate spoke again as Colby finally broke his gaze from mine. "Like you give a shit "bro"." Colby spat heading for the front door and slamming it behind him. Sam stood in shock as Kat put her arm around him. "I should go after him." Sam spoke clearly upset by the sudden situation. "Babe, maybe leave him be for a while huh?" Kat suggested but Jake headed for the door and began to follow him ignoring everyone else.

"You wanna go after him?" Nate asked as I was still looking at the door. I was holding every inch of my body back from going with Jake to find Colby.

"N...no. I don't."

"I'm assuming the stuff you had to talk about didn't go so well?" Nate questioned as I frowned.

"No. Not really. But he's not my problem Nate. I'm right where I want to be." I said smiling at Nate who lifted my arms from around his neck and pulled away. I frowned seeing the look that was now firmly across his face.

"I can't."

"Can't what?" I asked as he shook his head.

"Can't be here, can't be with you." He said placing his hands on his head.

"Why not?"

"Because whatever is going on between you and Colby is way too complicated for me to get involved in."

"There's nothing going on between me and Colby!"

"I really want to believe that."

"Then believe it. Nate you know I like you."

"And you know I like you too. Christ! I've wanted you to like me for so long, to look at me the way you looked at Colby."

"But you're not Colby!" I smiled trying to cup his face.

"Exactly! And I never will be." He yelled letting out a sigh. Just then the door opened and Jake walked in with Colby in tow. Nate shook his head and laughed catching Colby's eyes move straight towards me again. He grabbed my hand and kissed it before he reached for his jacket and headed towards the open front door. He stood beside Colby and smiled pointing at me.

"You're his girl. Always have been. Always will be." He said as Colby and I looked at each other. "Maybe it's time you both just admit that your feelings for each other go way past hatred, friendship or fucking. Just figure it out before it completely fucks you both up." Nate said exiting the house as we stood in utter silence.

"I knew they were screwing!" Jake yelled excitedly breaking the silence between Colby and I as the rest of the trap house family remained in complete shock.

Looks like I was just as messed up as Colby after all.

#colby brock #sam and colby #colby brock one shot #xplr #colby brock fanfic #colby brock x reader

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I read your courtship headcanon and thought it was awesome. So much so that I kept thinking about other... possibilities. As; what would happen when the upper moons were reborn as humans and found their "husbands" but they didn't remember them? Would they be sad, upset, furious?! Not to be too depressing I thought of the reader still in love with them even though they don't remember their previous lives.

Would the upper moons be happy to know that the reader loves them even without remembrance or not? And we can't forget that Hakuji dates Koyuki in the KNY Academy series. Would she be in the equation or not? If so, how would it end up on Akaza's part?!

If it gets too big, you can divide it into two parts, but I'd like to see these two possibilities.

Ok, I loved this concept a bit too much, thank you for this ask. I am going to make two versions, one with human reader who was reborn with memories and one with demon reader (I will explain how it was possible in those ones), I will be also dividing both versions in two since it's a bit long. Sorry it took me so long and only for part one 🥲

Reincarnation after courtship. Human male reader, part one [here]

Reincarnation after courtship. Human male reader, part two [here]

Reincarnation after courtship. Demon male reader, part one [In progress]

Reincarnation after courtship. Demon male reader, part two [In progress]

Warnings: Manga spoilers, Polyamory (Hakuji, Koyuki and you), Mentioned cannibalism and torture (just you remembering your past life), Mentioned pregnancy, Implied child explotation, Implied child abuse, Allusion to sexual content, Douma and Gyokko are their own warnings, Mentioned assault, Mentioned use of fure weapon, Reader getting rejected by Nakime, Kokushibou's canonical insecurity. I'M BUILDING THE REINCARNATED WORLD MYSELF.

Kokushibou:

"Kokushibou-san?" You ask when you see him in a public space, a kendo club where he will do a demostration since his family is one with a traditional legacy, except now it's more a stage thing than anything else, but still a strict background. He is still as regal as ever, but he feels younger, not in looks, but those pair eyes are not as experienced as the six bloody gold ones you remember. Again, you also look different from back then, when you were courting him, but it's clear that you remember, he doesn't. "Excuse me, who are you talking to?" You manage to correct that, and he introduces himself as Michikatsu. Here you don't have a Kibutsuji-sama (even know just thinking his name is scary) to force him to tolerate you, but Kokushibou Michikatsu does have a brother who pushes him into making friends, and it seems you are one of the few who actually tried to reach out for him, even in this life.

It's weird. You know nothing and everything about him at the same time, and Kokushi Michikatsu notices. He notices how you already know his interests and how is easy for you to guess his favorite foods (traditional food, what else?), how you can tell when he is sad or needs to be comforted, even the fact that you already know how to comfort him or make your company pleasant for him. "How do you know all these things about me? What are you, a stalker or something?"

It's something even more weird to explain, since you both didn't get to marry, so you avoid to answer as much as you can, even though you know you are only driving Kokushi Michikatsu mad. Still, you are glad he is not avoiding you. You just miss Kokushibou so much, the life you had together. "Michikatsu-san, do you believe in reincarnation?" You are not surprised that he does, still traditional in his religious beliefs. He is curious of why you asked, and you refuse to answer since he is not ready to listen to it. He might never be ready. One day he gets so angry he points you with the katana, the real one, "Stop evading to give me answers! What is going on?! Why?! How?! What is going on?! That is wrong with you that you are like this?!" and you know that if he hurts by accident or in an outburst it will break things irreversibly (and you will not regenerate).

He is the one who starts to evade you after you explain you met him in your past life, that you were courting him (you didn't say anything about being a demon, that part you didn't want to risk him not believing you). You were expecting something like that, it was hard to notice since he was the strongest, but Kokushibou was always the one to run away. If he disliked something, felt uncomfortable, pain or fear (flashes of someone from his human life, he would say) he would scape. Physically, mentally or emotionally didn't matter, he would run away.

To your surprise, he reaches out for you after some weeks, but doesn't speak of the topic. He just keeps being in friendly terms with you, but you notice that at times he just glares at you and spaces out. You don't mind, he used to get lost inside his mind a lot in your past life, so hou keep treating him good. Your main problem is that sometimes you fall off to your old habits, making him gifts specially. Your handicraft is a lot better in this life, you actually can take clases and watch tutorials, and most if the time you end just leaving those works in Michikatsu's place. This just seems to frustrate him more, but thankfully he has not thrown anything nor given it back. Sometimes you lie to yourself, that this is still your Kokushibou, and that one day you will wake up to the three pair of eyes.

"Become my boyfriend." He looks offended when he tells you this, just like when Kibutsuji-sama told him to accept your courtship. "You like me, don't you? And you say we were... courting. You still give me gifts and all that." This situation is akward, you don't want to reject him, but you can tell something else is going on. You stay in silence, trying to figure out what will be better for both of you, what will hurt less, before Koku.... Michikatsu storms out angry, but the look in his eyes tell you he wants you to stop him.

Kokushibou would hate if you went against him in any way, even the times he deeply wanted you to, the hierarchy was too important to him. But this is not Kokushibou, you are coming in terms with that. "Michikatsu." You chase after and grab his arm to pull him so he turns to face you. "I love you. I want to be your boyfriend, if I could I would be your husband, but your well being is more important. What is going on?" He freezes through your speech and also keeps quiet a long time after it, spacing out, but as always, you wait for him. It takes a while, and you don't release his arm, just sqeeze tighter for him to not forget that you are there. You have experience with this.

"You are the only one who actually loves and does like me over Yoriichi." He is honest, and you know that it's hard for him. Even as demons it was always hard for Kokushibou to open up, so you let Michikatsu talk, you don't interrupt nor force him to anything, not even to look at you as he frowns at the floor. "Everyone else prefers Yoriichi, it's always Yoriichi. Amd then not only you go against everything I'm used to." he pauses again, biting his lips as he looks at you, angry and swollen eyes. "And you know everything about me! And I can't remember no matter how hard I try! The ONLY person that will put me over Yorrichi and I don't deserve to remember them?! To remember the happiness you clearly gave me?! How is that fair?!" He's angry, crying out of his rage, you don't comfort him beyond putting you free gand in his shoulder. Both Michikatsu and Kokushibou would hate anything further.

"You actually want me. And I don't even know if I like you. I want to like you, but I don't even know who you were to me...." His breathing is heavy, not with the powerful moon he used to carry in it, but a human trying to keep his emotions at check. "But you can know who I am now. But don't force yourself, I think we can figure it out. You are no longer Kokushibou, and I am no longer the same man I was back then. I was always patient for you, so be patient with yourself." Having to tolerate his mood changes and the fact that you remember all that experience makes you feel wise, specially when you say things like this. But that is not the point! "Let's start again. I made you fall in love with me once, I think I can do it again." You both do.

You become friends, start doing things together. Michikatsu, unlike Kokushibou, actually likes to do things outside. Kokushibou preferred to meditate and practice, but now... it's more normal. Maybe it's just because you are humans, but you can feel the change in the dynamic. Things are more fun. You never forget your marriage, and never give up on those feelings for him. But you can sense it, he is forming feelings as well.

It takes you a year, but you do become boyfriends (his father's rejection makes Michikatsu distance himself from his family and stay with you), you keep that for a few years. Things do get easier, even if Michikatsu never makes up with his family and never gets over his resentment for Yoriichi. Later on, after 5 years of being boyfriends, you both even marry in this life! It was a more or less traditional Shinto Wedding with only close friends, definetely not what Kokushibou would have wanted, but you both are grateful for what you've got.

After you marry is that you tell him about the demon thing, he was chill with it. Maybe too chill for it to be healthy... well, there is nothing that can be done about it.

Douma:

You were just going to your home, it was already dark since it's winter, snowing, when you bunoed with each other. He had a black medical mask and a hoddie, but it's impossible to not recognize him. You would be able to do so even without the rainbow eyes and silver hair. Douma looks exactly as he did back then, unfazed by life itself, so of it wasn't for the fact he has not thrown himself over you, you wouldn't know he doesn't remember. No matter how much your appereance may have changed, he would still be able to recognize you. "You have been staring me a lot, is there something you would like to tell me?" He is atill as sharp as always.

"Can I take you out? Spend time doing something fun?" You knew how to catch his attention. He always wants to do something fun and barely can work without being the center of attention. You take him on that same moment to do make a snow fight and then lead him to your home to warm up, since it was closer. Just as in your past life he is very trusting, not believing anything can happen to him due the mixture of a sheltered yet isolated life and the inmortality of demons. Right now it should be only one, but Douma has always being above being hurt. "That was fun, I was never hit in my life! Much less by a snowball. I could feel my heart beat a lot and my body heat up in the cold!" He seems excited over something so basic. You give him hot chocolate, and he actually hesitates before taking a sip, only to drink everything at once after that. "It tastes so good, not as bitter nor sweet as I would expect from chocolate."

You speak a little, turns out he was a child model, but stopped once his parents died just before his teens. His foster family, on the other hand, was too religious to the point it eppressing, so now that he is an adult he is still trying to figure out himself and live many things he didn't before. That explains why he hasn't changed, and to be honest, you are glad he is still the same. That does make you feel a bit guilty, the fact that he you prefer him emotionally stunted, but you like being able to understand him still, that he can be read the same way he was read before. You still go out as friends, fill him with the attention he always adored and at times get him gifts (no knives or poison this time, it's not like you can get them as eqsily as back then).

Douma is not his real name, but the one he was given for modeling, he tells you he prefers it over his real name, that he misses those times. He is trying to go back into modeling, since it's what he knows, but since he is an adult it's been harder than back then. Still, he is starting to appear in magazines, so he covers his face when he goes out. You support and help him in everything you can. "It's weird. You always know how to treat me. If I believed in gods I would argue they sent you to me."

That is another thing, he is still an atheist (probably one who has religious trauma), so you know that if you tell him you were demon husbands in your past life where he was the symbol and leader of a cult... he will only believe the part of the cult. You know he wouldn't mind, that he would even pretend to start remembering, but you don't want to be a crazy dude Douma just tolerates because their are nice and happy with him being compliant. You want him to have a stable place to learn happiness with you.

He treats you as always, so at times it's hard to remember he doesn't remember, besides the fact he doesn't mention his followers, the rest is af if you both just became humans. "Is my princess hungry for attention?" You still hug him, take each others' hand, flirt, share food (not humans anymore), talk. "Stay with me for the night, Y/N." But now you also have dates, both at day and night, now you both sleep together, now you present him to your friends and family. It's really an upgrade, and the fact is that Douma enjoys it too. But still, is clear he notices it's weird how it's easier to be with you than anybody else, how you already know him, his needs and his desires.

He is back into modeling when you decide to tell him, mostly to get it off your chest, but also because from now on he might need you less. He is going back to the spotlight his existence has always been, where he was living good without you. So now he must decide if he wants you there or not, just like you both chose back then. "I was your husband in our past life." You keep everything else out because you know this is already too much for him to take. You know that because he stopped smiling and his face is empty of emotion. "That.... that makes.... it makes sense." After that day he takes a modeling tour outside the city, evading you for two weeks, not texting, calling or answering your attempts. And yet he is the one going straight to your home once he comes back. "It does make sense." He is being honest here, because it does make sense. With all I know about him, it does. "I don't like it. I'm feeling..." He clearly doesn't know, and that frustrastes him.

"Does that mean gods are real?" He asks when you are both in bed, hugging each other so Douma can collect himself. Of course that is what matters to him, because in his both lives he was exposed to religious delusion, forced into being participant without reward. Douma was always told he was special because of his hair and eyes, so if he was special why didn't he recieve anything from gods for his input? It must be easier to accept that there is nobody to reward you than the fact that nobody will ever no matter how special you are.

"I don't know. I don't remember my time dead." You answer honestly. At that he just burries his face at your neck. "Be my husband again. If you remember there must be a reason behind it. I want you and you love me.... that can work, right?" It worked your past life, so yes. You answer yes. You marry two years later after you saved enough money and Douma enough fame for a big event. So he can still be the center of attention.

But things do get better. For starters, he takes part to plan his own wedding, not having followers in charge of him to do it for him and not wanting to leave everything to you. And things keep getting better after you become husbands.

Unlike when you were demons Douma is growing slowly, he is starting to understand his feelings better, to actually feel them. Maybe you will tell him the rest later on, when he is ready to hear it. "Y/N! Come here, I will have a tour to China and I have a plus one ticket. Lets go together!" But in this life he is becoming someone who is actually happy for himself. "You know I love to travel around, and we will eat a lot of good food. Hopefully we will find something new to try."

He loves to travel, to try new things, to explore. He loves to eat, to taste new flavors and textures, it makes him happy. He still eats a lot and, of course, with his magical biology, doesn't get fat. He likes attention but dislikes having to interact with others since he can't read other people, so it's hard both when they can't read him but even more irritating when they can, it makes him angry when anyone who isn't you can see through his fake smile. He likes skipping social rules, to just relax in a comfortable space and it makes him sad he can't do it all the time. But he can feel. He can actually feel and understand himself.

"I love you Douma." you would always tell your husband in both lives, and for the first time you feel Douma is not just answering because it's correct. "I think I love you too, Y/N."

Akaza:

Akaza is so different, not only in looks, but he also seems a lot happier, more relaxed. He still seems to be protective over his beloved ones, but now he is not as desperate to keep them close and alive as you remember. Your husband was terrified of you dying, but he doesn't seem to hold the same fear with the young woman he is with. You found them in Starbucks when they were having a date.

Akaza Hakuji, that is his name now, was so much better you were going to leave him as things were... until he started a fight with a group of teens that believed themselves a Yakuza gang or something (it's not so weird to have teenagers on the Yakuza's gangs, the weird thing is that the groups are never of just teens and they can't go arround messing with public spaces public spaces so far from the more criminalized districts at midday.) You noticed one was going for his date as they realized they would not be able to beat your husband from your past life, you invernened to defend her. "Are you ok? They didn't hurt you, did they?" (This reminded you of the hatred Akaza had for the weaklings, the ramblings he would have...) "Thank you for protecting Koyuki. What is your name? I want to remember." in the end you did become a friend to them.

Koyuki, his girlfriend, is adorable. Soft-spoken, kind, curious, patient, understanding and just so cute. She's been sick most of her life but is always giving her best. And her loyal komainu is always near to take care of her. It reminds you to your relationship with Akaza a bit, except you both were not as nice as this two (go the others, between yourselves you were nothing but lovey dovey) and you can't deny you miss it, and at times you fall into the old habits like calling him "Haku", but you manage to cover it up by starting to call her "Yuki". You also end buying things for Akaza Hakuji pink or snowflake-themed items, but you never give them to him unless there is an occasion, and you also end giving Koyuki some, since it's clear they both love the same things. "We are going to have a demostration of martial arts this Sunday. Both me and Koyuki would like you to be there." You start going out with them a lot, and it doesn't even feel as you are a third wheel in their relationship. That is a bit worrisome.

Because again, Koyuki is lovely, just as much as Hakuji, they deserve each other and you are honestly afraid of getting in between. Besides it's not a story easy to believe and there is a chance they just think you became crazy and want to steal Hakuji with the worst attempt possible, explaining a fantasy. So no, you were never planning to say anything at all, you wanted to keep things as they are.

After all, unlike Akaza, Hakuji liked hou around for the start. At first you were worried what Koyuki would think, but it seems she also liked you from the moment you helped them. With her arpund is easier to not forget that this is not your husband, but at the same time you just can't grow out for your feelings for the person you loven in your past life. This is not Akaza, this is not the demon who hates weaklings, is strict with who should be killed and who shouldn't, gets hyped around Hashira and dislikes being around demons that are not his husband. (One of the things he would be happier about in this life is that there is no Douma, wouldn't it?) This Komainu is calmer, more patient, prefers to nurse over fighting, but still gets hyped when you practice martial arts with him (you still remember some movements he taught you in your past life, that is how you were able to help back then.) Everything is just fine.

Then Hakuji got shot.

The punks he faced when you met have been messing with Koyuki's father dojo, so he went to face them at their own territory. It seems at least one if them is part of the Yakuza, since how else would they have obteined a gun in Japan? [None of them was, but one had a family member of one and that is were he started to have such a confidence] As stubborn as he is, Hakuji still won and survived, but he got himself at the hospital. For the first time you understood the paranoia of having your husband die Akaza always felt around you. "Yuki... Haku and I were husbands in our past life..." You explain everything at her while you both wait for a doctor or a nurse to tell you he can recieve visits. Everything, about Kibutsuji-sama, about the demons, about your courting, about your marriage, about Akaza being so scared, of how you are scared right now. Your husband, your Komainu almost died.

You are surprised she doen't speak nor judge you as you ramble, and even lets you visit him with her when you are allowed. You don't tell Hakuji anything, just fight the urge to take him in your arms. It seems Koyuki did believe what you were saying, because the first thing he does the next time to visit is ask you about it. "Were you planning to tell me?" You answer honestly, and explain yourself. "They used to call me demon child when I was a kid. To think I actually was a demon before... one that ate human flesh at that." He doesn't seem angry nor disgusted, not even upset, just lost (and a bit sad). "I wish I could remember you." It's a lot, and now that he is stuck at a hospital he has too much time to think about it. You don't understand how come both him and Koyuki believed you in the first place. "You wouldn't lie, besides... it does explain a lot. You were not as subtle as you think you were."

You also keep talking with Koyuki and him, but you never see them together again, trying to evade.... everything. "It's still sad. I knew you were special the second you protected Koyuki and now... I just know you were a great husband, that you were great for me and would also have been good to Koyuki. I would like to have some memories about of it, at least one." You comfort him, verbally make him know that you are fine with him not remembering, that he being near and happy is good enough. "I think I love you both..." "Yeah... me too."

It's akward when Hakuji just gets out of the hospital, but the three of you decide to talk everything. In the end you all agree to try a polyamory relationship. It seems that Akaza has also being eyeing you from the start but kept talking with his girlfriend, who was ok with it and with time she also started liking you. It's difficult at first, but communication is the key. You start to take care of both, since Koyuki still need help in some things due her illness and Hakuji is still healing (the regeneration is what you miss the most of being a demon, it came handy). In the end is not so different of what you were doing before the incident. "It was clear from the moment I saw you, there is something off, but in a good way. It seems we were just meant to be together again, Y/N. Just just needed to have Koyuki with us."

After a few years you all start refering to each other as if you were already marriaged, living in the same house and sharing the chores and paying the bills. Keizo is chill with the relationship his doughter has with two men, even though he clearly finds it a bit weird. He has accepted you and all of you would like to think Hakuji's father would have also liked you as he did, but unfortunately he died from an illness before you even met your komainu in this life. You are there when he needs to let everything out of his chest, unlike with Koyuki, he isn't afraid to take his pain out sparing with you, and all of you always make sure to speak, plan and understand what is going on with the relationship, that includes sharing problems with the mental health that are unrelated. "Haku, Yuki and I are here for you. And Yuki, if you need a break please just tell us." She always puts a lot of effort into the relationship, but you must remember her health problems, so you must be patient if she needs to stop due stress or feels tired.

Because of the legality of the issue none of you have bringed up marriage (which has saddened Keizo, he is clearly one of those fathers who wants to see their doughter with a pretty dress at the altar), but you would not mind if Koyuki and Hakuji took their turn since you married him in your past life (still a complicated topic to bring up).

Then the news arrive, Koyuki is pregnant (you have no idea how you knew from the start its Hakuji's, but you did. The blood exams where clear and now Keizo owes you 700 yen [around 5 dollars, it wasn't about the money, but about who is right]) and she wants to keep it. You are unsure at first, but you see that Hakuji also wants to keep the child, so you start helping too. You know these two will be great parents. Of course the child will know nothing about your pasts life, but beside that you better study how to parent a child with the other two. You might not be able to have a legal marriage and having a ceremony would be difficult (this time you can't kidnap, force and kill a priest), you you can still have a family, a life, with them.

That is good enough. Life is good and you would not change your Haku and Yuki for nothing.

Nakime:

Nakime's music still has the same effect in you, the second you hear just one note on that biwa you feel the world spin. For a blink you feel back on the interdimentional fortress, only to open your eyes to the video in YouTube of her playing. She is covering her face with a hoddie as she plays, dressed in black, singing covers. She has a Channel you subscribe and give likes and comments to everything. In the end she also notices that you clearly exist and are interested in her, specially since she isn't as well know. (You don't know if it's because she just started uploading videos or people just have bad taste. None of those would surprise you.)

You don't want to stalk her, but at times you find yourself looking for her at her social media. She just have Facebook, Twitter and Youtube but that is enough for you to try to contact her. In her mind you are probaly just an eager fan of her covers and a lover of the biwa (you love music and you have been studying more of it in this second life, specially the biwa to keep that link with your wife. Still you haven't made your mind to buy one to yourself).

Then she deleites her accounts.

You become worried, was it you? Was it someone else? She had not got that many followers, but Nakime was never the type to abandon everything when becoming frustrated. She is the one to evade people when things become too much to her. There is a lot that could be going on and you are scared that someone might have hurt her. Still, there is nothing you can do.

Thankfully you do find her later on, but not in a situation you expected. Because you were missing her you finally decided to buy a biwa, so you searched on the internet (it's not the type of instrument you can buy on any music store) to find the one of her videos. You lied on the text saying you lived close so you could pick it up yourself (you don't live that far, but it's not a fast nor comfortable travel, you had to take a train there, thank any god above that may exist you didn't get lost). And you did found her, as beautiful as ever, you met in a starbucks, she is being careful as always. "Hey. Nakime, right? You are the one selling the Biwa?" You start at first but she just watches you in silence, already not liking you. This gives you a sense of déjà vu, you are just relieved that this time she can not send you into a 12,000 feet fall, trap you into an endless corridor and smash you against a room.

"You are the woman of the YouTube channel, right? The "Biwa-Onna" one. Isn't this the biwa you used for your covers?" You try to start a conversation, but you don't seat with her. She is still quiet. You don't mind it, she was always quiet unless her music was the one sounding. You are mostly happy to see her again, to see she is doing good. And it seems she still hates men in general and for a few seconds you remember how Kibutsuji-sama had to order her to stand having you around. But... you know her. "Thank you for accepting meeting me here. I'm really thirsty right now, so I'm going to buy some drink first, do you want anything. I invite." You smile and wait for her to answer. She takes her time but you are patient with her. "A shekelato fred would be nice, if you insist."

Once you come back with both drinks you let her over the table on her side and it's not until she takes it that you seat up in front of her. "I really liked your covers. Is there a reason you stopped?" You ask the obvious, but you know that showing interest and pretending to know not understand fully certain topics works the best. Because you know something bad, but very bad, must have happened if Nakime is selling her beloved biwa. She doesn't answer, but you let it sink that you are genuinely interested, so you take a sip of your drink. You are half-way your cup when she speaks to you. "I just can't do it anymore." She doesn't seem to want to explain, but it's not like she needs to.

"Will you buy another biwa after this? You always seemed fond of your music. In your videos..." She again doesn't answer, just looks at the case with the instrument under the table. You let the silence go on a second more "How about I get you one and in one week we meet here again, same hour?" It's something weird to propose, but it's what would make her the most comfortable. Then she realeses the bomb.

"I'm a lesbian." You look at her surprised, maybe you should have expected that. In your last life the concept of heterosexual marriage due obligation was more present, and while she was heppy to be married to you, loved you and saw you as a husband, Nakime always prefered women over men. At the time you were understanding with her preference, same preference that made the courting take a lot of time, because you are a man and you were one back then. "Well, good for you. That doesn't mean we can't go out as friends."

Because you still love her, and she looks like she really needs a friend right now. You don't mind being that friend. It's very different to your marriage, that was a traditional one, but at the same time is very similar. You still help her with everything you can and get her things she will love. She never tells you why she wanted to sell her biwa, but you always bring it with you when you visit her, and after some months she started playing again. It took her longer, but she also started to compose.

You helped with that (cheating because you memorized the hand movements and accords of the songs she made as a demon. Years of work and practice handled back to her in weeks). You still fo most of the talking but also at times just spend time together in silence. "We were husband and wife in our past life." You just told her casually a night you were stargazing, both lying on the floor over your backs in a park. She hummed at it.

"Bruh... I can imagine it." She says simply, half-taking you seriously but also taking it as just a fun random comment. "We were also demons who ate human flesh and burned at the sun." She snorted at that. "Nice." You just laugh at that answer. "You ate all the drunktards and controled an interdimentional fortress with a biwa. You became for a while the fifth more powerful demon." She laughs at that "I manipulated dimesions but I still was the fifth? And what were you, the first?" "Nah, I wasn't even in the top 12." Then she asks you why twelve and you tell her all the story.

You both take it more as something funny, she believes it and at the same time she doesn't. It doesn't affect her, even when you start to live together as friends. She starts playing in YouTube again, now with her own songs besides the covers. She gets a lot more popular this time, now that you help her to make the videos more attractive. (Also the fact that she started to use the demon theme and all the goth fans and the emo-lovers are falling for it. Also the horror fans were building a fandom since the songs everyone liked the most were those she used to control the castle back then.)

It's weird, you both act like a couple and do love each other, you don't feel as if you are husband and wife like back then. It's hard to tell if it's because how different marriages worked back then, but it works. You are fine, even when Nakime starts bringing a girlfriend to the house and explaining your relationship to her. "He was when I was having a hard time. He is my best friend, a brother to me."

.... You don't know how to feel about that, not because you feel hurt or embarrassed, but.... you DID marry her.... and now you are a brother..... damn..... That would be the only bad thing of all this situation.

Still, you and Nakime are good, your relationship works more than Nakime's girlfriend's, and you both seem fine with it. You obviously never date, much less marry, but you stay together for the rest of your lives.

Gyokko:

It should have been way harder to recognize Gyokko, to find him. You just went to an art exposition with that same artistic name, it was too much of a coincidense so you were there just for the nostalgia, but the second you saw the pots and adventured at the less liked pieces, scultures that represented tortured and remade human bodies, you knew it was him. You would recognize Gyokko's art anywhere, you remember him teaching you how to do said art but with real human bodies. You look around and find him complaining about parents bringing their children "So what if part of my exposition it's not for children? Art is not for children, they should be kept our of the museums just like the pets are." You just have to find a way into his life once again, because he is there and you want to be the sharing husband you were before, the one Gyokko actually cared about.

It was way too easy for you to step in, he eats compliments as if they were treats, but you gain interest talking about doing formal descriptions of his pieces. Color, technique, ilumination, style used, meaning behind it, you can tell all of those and more. He is enamored by your interest and your good taste "You are my new favorite person." Says Managi, his real name. The fact that you got it on day one says a lot. He still likes it more when you call him Gyokko, so you can do both.

You start inmdiately taking him out to dates and buying him gifts, same as in your past life. Materials for his art (this time not human material, not living people to have their limbs twisted and bones broken, squeezed together so they still protect the main organs so the victim will only ever die from starvation, bloodlost if you don't cover correctly the fissures or when the artist decides it's time to die... yeah, that is too much on your head. Is that trauma?) and some cheap art. (Why is in this era stealing things so hard? As a demon it was just matter of not letting the demon slayers find you.) "Hey Gyokko, should we eat outside tonight? Maybe some traditional sea food?" Managi was fascinated that you guessed what food he liked, and this time no children must die!

And so, it was easy. Don't misunderstand, Gyokko is as demanding as ever, but you already know him. Managi and Gyokko are basically the same person, literally the only difference you can find besides the appereance (in which he keeps the symetrical and balanced features, long hair and the colors since he uses make up an dies his hair. He is also naturally build, so besides having human limbs it's the same body type) is the fact that Gyokko had a high body count, and not of lovers. Even still, Managi also likes gore a lot.

"My favorite piece of art is L'Estasi di Santa Teresa" That is very Gyokko, to like an sculture about a woman having a face of orgasm while about to being stabbed... you missed him a lot, but now that you are a human you can't help but find some of his tastes questionable. But at the same time... it's normal. It's Gyokko being Gyokko. When you were a demon you saw humans die all the time, working with bodies came as natural as eating them. You grew ot of the craving for pain and death, Managi did not.

But he has not shown interest in hurting you, and gods above you know the weird fetish only he can come up to. Managi is religious, Shinto, but even if he does believe in demons, ghosts, spirits and other beings you don't know if he will believe anything you say. You don't even know if it safe. What if the desire to break bodies comes up again? Now, as someone who was a demon once, your main worry is that Gyokko might do something stupid out of passion. He might get caught, he might hurt himself, he might even traumatize himself if that's possible. "Darling, Y/N. I need help with this part. Will you come or what?"

"Good morning Managi, what would you like to do today?" The funny part is that you both just fell into an easy dynamic to the point Managi just started presenting you to others as his boyfriend a month and a half after you've met, without asking or confirming first. "I want you. And you clearly want me, not that I blame you. Still, Y/N, what is there to ask? We both want to ne together, don't we? Well, you treat me good, so I will let you stand by my side." It's weird, he does realize that you are too good reading him, but doesn't seem to care. He thinks you are, again, observant and have a good taste, so of course you know what he likes and are able to satisfy him!

Yeah.... maybe we should let Managi think whatever he wants for a while, specially since he likes your help in his gire art. "Did you study medicine or something? Because I swear you know a lot about the human body." And you try to look for any answer, honest or a complete lie, you don't care, that avoids telling him that in your past life you both used to rip bodies open... while keeping them alive. It was his art, you loved him for loving his art, and as a result you came to love his art too.

Being boyfriends is easy, this is exactly your relationships as demons, but as humans. It's like you both were just turned back instead of having gone through all the reincarnation process. Managi and you are boyfriends for two years before Gyokko is the one that asks for your hand but tells you to wait for the right moment. "I have the perfect wedding in mind, love. Just wait, I will tell you when it can become a reality." And you accept to wait for him.

He tells you when he thinks you both are ready for marriage, and it's the second you both have for something expensive. Just like in your past life he makes the wedding the way he wants it, a big event with the seats filled (you have not seen even ⅓ of the people in your life, and you already know all of Managi's friend and that he is an orphan, you only invited family and some of your close friends. Gyokko invited admirers even). "To be honest, I don't know why I'm even surprised. Let's just hope your fans don't ruin the event." But you know how to deal with it.

You just started living together after you got married, so by then Managi didn't find it strange the fact that you knew him well. That you knew how he liked to organize his place and things (you visited several times), what he likes to eat (you did have to learn this one, after all), to wear, to do. It's in the fifth year of marriage you decide to tell him. "Gyokko, we were husbands in our past life." He is not surprised, again, he is religious. "Also we were demons who ate and tortured humans as art."

Managi has been urging you to take classes and make scultures of him as he was as a demon, his art, and also draw all of your memories about it. He really likes the concept and fantasizes about it, he obviously believed so fast because he wants to believe it. He is even more passionate with his gore art, but at least he hasn't tried to kill anyone. Not even children (he still hates children, really, he laughs when dead or missing children appear on the news), so you are good.

#top reader #demon slayer #kny #kny x reader #upper moons #douma #akaza #kokushibou #nakime #gyokko #kny headcanons #kny spoilers #demon slayer spoilers #spoiler #male reader

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steverogerspocwife · 2 years

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Pairing: Yandere Superman x Reader Summary: You have gained some sort of memory loss. A man with the name Clark Kent tells you that he is his husband but you starting to regain some memories.

A groan escapes your lips as your eyes slowly flutter open. You lay your eyes on a man with black hair and piercing blue eyes, he was sitting on the edge of the bed with a tray in his hands. He was unbelievably handsome. You were quick to sit up since you were nothing more than shocked to see the man before you. “W-who are you??” You question quickly, your heart pounding against your chest. A smile appears on the man’s face as he reaches for your hand. “I’m your husband, Clark Kent. You are probably wondering what you are doing here and why you can’t remember that I am your husband. But I can explain everything… after you finish eating that is.” A plate of food was set on your lap. Your eyes went from the plate to the man named Clark before you, a wide smile on his lips as he watched you.

After a moment, Clark gets up from the corner of the bed. “Go ahead and eat. I’ll be back with water.” You silently watched him go, once he was gone your eyes move to your plate. You didn’t know if you should believe him or not. But you didn’t feel threatened in anyway, so you just began to eat. Your face was quick to make a pleased expression. As you continued to eat in ecstasy a moan slipped through your lips. You could hear someone clearing their throat, you whip your head around to see Clark standing there. “Is everything ok?” Since your mouth was full, all you could manage to do was nod. “Our friends want to see you later today. To check up on you, see how you’re doing.”

You didn’t know what to say because you had no idea what he means by friends. There wasn’t much you could say so you continued to eat your breakfast. Once you were done, He took your plate. You spaced out, unknown what to do. Clark comes back into the room, sitting very close to you. “Before we go to meet them, you need to know something.” Your brows furrowed at the sudden shift of atmosphere. Clark takes your hand, his thumb brushing against the top of your hand softly. “I am Superman.” You just stare at him for a moment. Clark was waiting for a reaction, searching your facial expression for anything. “Oh, You’re serious!” Your eyes widen in shock, your mouth hanged comically. Clark chuckles at your adorable facial expression. That’s when he demonstrates him floating in the air.

“I can’t believe that I am married to not only a very handsome man. But Superman as well. You sure this isn’t a dream? And all of this is fake? If I wake up and you’re gone, I will blame you for the rest of my life.” Clark places himself onto the ground once again. Slowly closing the gap between you two. “I want to kiss you so bad. I missed you, my love.” His breath brushed against your own lips, which made you suck your lips inwards. Clark shakes his head quickly, shaking the lust in his body away for just a moment. “At last, I must refrain myself until you feel comfortable.” You nodded your head slowly even though you wouldn’t mind a kiss from this godly looking man. “We should get going. This dresser is all yours. I’ll leave so you can change.” You waited until he left and closed the door to get up. You look through the fancy clothing, nothing stuck out to you. That was until your eyes landed on a pair of jeans and a baggy hoodie. Which you assumed belonged to Clark. You felt kind of bad for just taking the hoodie, but you remembered that you guys are married, and he wouldn’t mind. Hopefully.

Once you exited the room, Clark was sitting on the couch that faced the door. His eyes ran up and down your body, his eyes soften for a moment. He was glad you were wearing something of his. In his head it meant you belong to him. “Are you ready?” He asks you, in result you nod your head. Clark takes his hand out for you to take. “Hold on to me. We are going to Gotham where we meet our mutual friend, Bruce.” It didn’t take long for Clark and you to arrive in the Wayne’s manner. An old man in a tux had answered the door. “Ah, you both are here.” Clark leans over to whisper into your ear the name of the man in front of you guys. Learning or “re-learning” his name is Alfred. Alfred leads you both to the dining room where five males sat. It looked as though they were quietly among themselves. However, everything changes when You and Clark enter the room. Their attention all shifting to you both and they all according stand up, from the oldest man to the smallest little boy. They all seem friendly as they approached the two of you.

“It’s nice to see you again.” Bruce states, respectfully kissing your hand in a charming manner. A small gasp escapes your lips at the gesture. You weren’t aware the handshake would turn into a kiss. You also weren’t aware of the glare Clark sends to Bruce. Bruce has caught the glance, slowly removing his lips from your hand also taking his time to let go of your hand. “Uh, Nice to see you again…?” You lead the sentence on going since you were unsure as to who this handsome man was. “Let’s sit down before we discuss this.” The sitting arrangements were in the following order: You sat in between Clark and Jason. Across the three of you was, Bruce, Damien, Timothy, and Dick. “I have completely forgot you don’t know who we are. Bruce. Bruce Wayne. But you can just call me Bruce.” You nod your head in acknowledgment. “Yeah, I am sorry. I just can’t believe I don’t remember meeting you all. And I am pretty sure I should when you all are…” Dick buts in. “Literal superheroes? Yeah, we know what you mean. And we don’t hold it against you. Has Clark told you how you lost your memory?”

You shook your head and glance at Clark for a moment before looking back at Dick. “It was one of Clark’s enemies. They had figured out his identity and along with that, they found you. They had kidnapped me as well as erased your memory. So, when Clark had finally got your location, it was too late. You didn’t know who he was and fainted from the shock of everything.” Bruce explains. Trying to piece everything together yet nothing seems to make you remember. Everything made logical sense in all honesty, but there was something in the bottom of your stomach telling you that something was missing. “It’s kind of a shame that you lost your memory. You and Clark were trying for a baby.” Your whole world just stopped.

Your mouth became dried; You turned your attention to Clark who was fiddling with his fingers a goofy grin on his lips. Confirming the words that escape Dick’s lips. “I-Uh I had no idea.” A dry laugh escapes your lips. “Yeah, but don’t sweat it. You didn’t know and you have just awoken from a tiny coma.” Jason states, patting your back. You slowly nod your head at his response. Your gaze moved towards Clark, who already had his eyes set on you. It seemed like he already knew what was going on in your mind.

#dark superman #dark clark kent #dark superman x reader #superman x reader #dark clark kent x reader #clark kent x reader #yandere superman #yandere superman x reader #yandere x reader #yandere dc #yandere batman x reader #yandere batman #yandere dc x reader

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The Redbridge Hunts, Chapter 35

Loki was sleeping soundly… was being the imperative word. He was rudely awoken when a suitcase was thrown on top of him.

‘Ooooft... What the hell?’ He shot up and squinted when Claire turned on the big light.

He let out a hiss and covered his eyes.

‘Come on, Loki! Time to get up, dressed and get packed.’

Loki blinked hard and glanced at the bedside table. He groaned when the clock showed it was just after six. He pushed the suitcase off of him and looked over at Claire.

‘Claire… My darling, my beloved… I love you, and I am very excited for our trip… but it’s only bloody six o clock. We have all day to get there, it’s far too early.’

‘Exactly, all day. It will take most of the day to get there, it’s like a five-hour drive away. Plus, we need to go via my place to get my things packed, then drop Bat off with Matt.’ Claire said as she dashed about the bedroom, not exactly doing anything proactive, apart from tossing some of her clothes into a pile that she kept at Loki’s.

‘Love… just how many cups of coffee have you had already?’ Loki asked. He noticed that her favourite mug was sitting on the dressing table.

Claire looked at him and shrugged. ‘I’ve been wide awake for an hour or two… I’m just so excited. Come onnnnnn vampy!’ She said as she shoved at his leg.

Loki fell back down on his pillow and pinched the bridge of his nose.

‘Let’s shower together, to save time.’ Claire said as suddenly Loki was covered by her nightgown. He tugged it off his head and then was instantly covered again when she tossed her knickers at him too.

Since when did she get such a good aim? Loki thought as he leapt out of bed and ran after her into the bathroom. A naked Claire with the promise of a shower together was more than enough to get him out of bed at any time of the morning.

‘You better be on your best behaviour, Bat.’ Loki said as he gave her another cuddle, then Claire took her for one last cuddle too.

She handed him over to Matt, who smiled as Bat clambered onto his shoulder straight away and purred against the side of his face.

‘I’m sure she will be.’ Matt chuckled.

‘I really appreciate it.’ Loki said as he patted Matt’s free shoulder.

‘No problem at all. I’m just glad I managed to beat Jessica and David for her.’ Matt grinned widely.

Loki had mentioned on the last school day before the Easter holidays about going away for five nights with Claire. Jessica, Matt and David all instantly asked who was looking after Bat. Initially, Loki was going to ask his dad to have her. Though the three teachers began offering, then argued over who got her.

So after a lot of bickering, in the end, Claire had them do rock, paper, scissors to find a winner. Loki found it hilarious, but he was very honoured that people were fighting over who got to look after his cat.

Matt was very pleased when he beat Jessica first, then won against David.

‘See you next week. Thanks again.’ Loki called to him as he and Claire went back to Loki’s car.

‘I’m gonna miss Bat.’ Claire said when she buckled in.

‘Me too. I always do when I go away, even for a night. I know she’ll have a great time with Matt.’ Loki said as he started up the car.

‘Yeah, she will. I’m so excited about this trip.’ Claire said with a big smile as Loki pulled out onto the road.

‘Me too, love. Just the two of us for five whole nights. What on earth will we do with ourselves?’ Loki smirked and reached over to squeeze her knee.

‘Hmm, I do wonder.’ Claire pondered and tapped her lip.

‘There’s a supermarket not far from the cabin, so we can stock up on food on the way there. Means we shouldn’t need to go into civilisation for the whole trip.’ Loki said.

‘Sounds perfect to me. A human, in a secluded cabin in the woods, with a vampire. All alone. Shit phone signal. Sounds ideal for a horror movie.’ Claire teased.

Loki laughed and squeezed her knee again. ‘It does indeed.’ He purred, winking at her.

They’d booked the cabin a month ago, it had a hot tub on the patio. Even though it was only Spring and not overly warm, it wouldn’t matter once they were in the water. There were no other houses around for miles, as it was quite literally in the middle of the woods. It had a log fire, with plenty of logs already seasoned and stacked, ready to use. Some walks were marked out with signs around the woods and up into the hills, so if they did get bored of chilling around the cabin they could go and explore without the worry of getting lost.

The only downside was it said on the website that there was no phone signal, unless you walked down the track a good bit. Though Loki and Claire decided that it wouldn’t be such a bad thing, it would let them switch off better and just be together. He did give Lucius the address, so if there was an emergency Lucius could fly there to alert them of anything.

They playfully bickered over control of the music on the way, then ended up compromising and having half an hour each at a time. They stopped for lunch on the way too, and just enjoyed the car ride as part of the holiday.

When they finally arrived at the cabin, after stocking up on so much food from the supermarket, Claire was practically vibrating with excitement.

‘This is so freaking amazing! Look at it! It’s like something out of a fairytale.’ She said delightfully as she sprinted from the car to the cabin.

Loki laughed as he opened the boot of the car. ‘I’ll bring in all the luggage, shall I?’ He called to her.

‘Of course, you’re the strong one after all.’ Claire called back at him as she opened the lockbox to get the key.

Claire rushed inside and had a good look around. It was mainly one big room, with comfy sofas on front of a large fireplace. Had a small TV, a snooker table at the back next to a dining table. There was a small kitchen area in the corner. A staircase led up to a bedroom that was open and overlooked the main living area. The only room that was separate was the bathroom.

‘This is so cosy! I love it!’ Claire said when Loki entered, juggling their suitcases and some of the shopping bags.

‘Wow, that fireplace is huge.’ Loki commented when he placed everything down.

‘Check out the bed! It’s even bigger than yours.’ Claire ran and jumped onto the bed, star-fishing as she landed on it. ‘IT’S LIKE A MARSHMALLOW!’

Loki couldn’t help but laugh, he absolutely adored her excitement. How easily pleased she was. It made his heart soar so much.

‘Just going to get the last of the shopping bags, love.’ Loki ducked back outside.

He looked around their surroundings and smiled as he sighed in contentment. It was so peaceful, just the birds tweeting. The only bad thing was he had a feeling at the end of the holiday, it would be difficult to leave. Though he tried not to think about that, since they’d only just arrived.

When he returned inside, he frowned as Claire had vanished.

‘Claire?’ He called out, but there was no response.

He checked the bathroom after knocking, but it was empty.

‘Where has that little minx gone?’ He muttered to himself.

As he walked by the kitchen area, he looked out the window and saw on the porch out the back was the hot tub. The owners had turned it on earlier so it was ready for them arriving. Claire was already stripping off next to it.

Loki laughed and by the time he got to the back door, Claire was sinking into the water.

‘Aaaah. This is freaking awesome.’ She groaned and let her head fall back. ‘Come and join me, Vampy.’

‘I’ll get the wine first.’ Loki chuckled and ducked back inside to grab said wine, then he went back outside and stripped down too, and climbed in next to her. ‘Ohh this is nice.’

Claire shimmied along the seat so she was pressed against Loki’s side. He handed her a glass of wine and they toasted.

‘To our little getaway holiday.’ Loki hummed as he slid his arm around her waist.

‘And to peace and quiet for the week.’ Claire added as they clinked glasses.

#tom hiddleston #loki #loki x ofc #fluffy loki #loki fic #vampire Loki #the redbridge hunts

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vinvantae · 2 years

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Hiii, could you do something like you did for reader being in come and all drivers coming to visit her but instead (little less sad) reader announces she’s retiring after like 10 years of racing and every driver comes to congratulate her and when Daniel comes they get emotional because they are actually in love even if they haven’t realized it yet. Thank you 💜

I’d love to, thank you so much for the suggestion!! Hope you enjoy ❤️

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As you crossed the line, the realisation hit you all at once - you’d just finished your final race in formula one after 10 years of being in the sport. You lifted the visor of your helmet to wipe away the tears that were threatening to fall as you did your final loop of the track to get back to the pits, waving at all of the fans who held your flag up high.

You loved this sport, more than anything, but you felt like you hadn’t really lived your life. You had just hit 30 and your bucket list was longer than a lap of Spa. Sure, you’d managed to cross off a few during summer breaks but you just wanted to be a normal adult for a while. Something you’d not really experienced joining the sport when you were only 20 years old. You’d been in 2 teams during your time, but Alpine was your last. You’d stepped out of your Ferrari seat when the car just didn’t seem to performing and decided to give Alpine, Renault at the time, a shot. It was a big change but you wouldn’t have chosen anywhere else.

As you climbed out of the car, you were greeted with the warm embrace of your teammate - his long limbs engulfing you with ease. Esteban was like a little brother to you and during your time together as a team you’d really performed and worked well. He always said he saw you as a mentor but you believed he was ready to tackle this new chapter of his career without you.

“It’s going to be so weird without you.” He admitted, pulling his helmet off. “And you’re leaving me with Pierre, of all people.”

“You’re a big boy now, Estie. I’m sure the two of you can be professional.” You teased. “Besides, it means Nyck can get a seat which is pretty cool.”

“That’s true. Speaking of, fantastic race today.” The Frenchman grinned. “You’re definitely my driver of the day.”

“Well it’s my last one, had to put on one final show.” You grinned, proud that you’d made it up to 6th from 14th after you had an issue with the car in Q2. “I need to try and catch everyone before I go.”

“We’re all coming out tonight to celebrate you and Seb, remember!”

You groaned. “You know neither of us wanted that.”

“Too bad. You’re coming out and you’re going to have a good time.”

And for the first time in a long time, you were glad you actually went. Getting to see all of your fellow drivers that you now considered friends, some even family, celebrating you and Sebastian made you feel so warm. The German in question was the first to greet you, a gentle smile on his face.

“All this for us?” He chuckled, offering you a glass of champagne.

“We must be pretty special.” You hummed, chiming your drink against his. “You won’t forget about me will you?”

“I think the kids would kill me if I did.” Seb laughed, giving your shoulder a squeeze. “Now, we better make the rounds, hmm?”

And you did just that, making your way around the room being greeted with hugs and smiles from your grid-mates - even those you didn’t consider close friends. You approached some of the boys stood at the bar, Pierre stepping over so you could squeeze in beside him.

“There she is!” He grinned, draping an arm over your shoulder. “Really can’t believe you’re leaving.”

“Hey, you should be happy, got you away from Redbull didn’t I?” You giggled softly, pinching his side gently. “Am gonna miss seeing you boys all the time though.”

“It’s going to be weird without you.” Charles hummed. “You’re such a big part of the paddock, and still so young.”

“Not all of us can be Fernando. I’d still like to experience life before my back gives out on me.” You explained. “30 is like… a nice age.”

“It’s just going to be so weird. No Seb. No Dan. No you…” the Monagasque frowned a little. “The three of you are… well you are Formula one.”

You felt so touched by Charles’ words, you weren’t sure he knew how much it meant to hear them so you simply pulled him into a tight hug. “Thank you.”

He rubbed your back and squeezed you just as tight, neither of you wanting to let go first. You moving to Renault had opened up the seat for him to move to Ferrari- you and Seb had both been there to support him during his time with Sauber, knowing he’d be taking one of your seats some day.

“We’ll still hang out right?”

“Why is everyone acting like I’ll disappear? You’re not getting rid of me that easy.” You teased, pulling away from him.

“Will you still come watch us race?” Pierre asked.

You smiled. “Duh. I still love F1, just wanna do something else now.”

“Well we thought you’d be out exploring the world, finding the man of your dreams.” Alex interjected.

Your cheeks flushed a little. “We’ll just have to wait and see won’t we.”

Despite being a bit of a household name, you’d never managed to find someone right for you. Guys were intimated by your career and those who weren’t were obsessive fan boys. As time went on, your love life fell onto the back burner - but you didn’t mind, you loved your job and your friends.

“There’s a couple more people I want to talk to, you boys behave yourselves okay?” You gave them all one more hug before continuing your lap of the room.

Your eyes quickly settled on Lewis, of course they did, the Brit’s presence demanded attention. His aura was unmatched by anyone else’s and as you approached him, you were greeted with a charming smile.

“Hello, lovely.” His voice was soft. “Pretty big turn out.”

“Might be a little much for me.” You admitted, rubbing the back of your neck. “Glad to see you’re here though.”

Lewis gave you a gentle hug. “Of course. Wouldn’t miss it for the world, you and Seb are family at this point. It’s going to be hard not having you both around.”

“Just time for me to spread my proverbial wings I suppose.”

“It’ll be good for you. Selfishly, I’d like to keep you around a little longer but I know you need this. You’ve had a hell of a career.”

Your cheeks flushed softly and he chuckled softly - you really had and it was one of the things you were proudest of. You only had one championship under your belt but you’d worked so hard to even get into this career that it felt good. You had podiums to boot and you wouldn’t change a single thing you’d done in your time.

“Hey, you’re wanted.” He said, pointing behind you where Mick was waving his hands wildly in the air to get your attention.

You rolled your eyes playfully and made your way over to the young German who immediately wrapped you up in a friendly hug. “Hi Micky, shouldn’t you be in bed by now?”

“Oh shut up.” He laughed. “You and Seb are my favourites, not letting you both go without celebrating am I?”

“I’ll let you off this time.”

“You managed to say your piece to everyone yet?”

Your eyes scanned the room, shrugging a little. “Not quite.”

“…Daniel?”

You felt your breath catch in your throat. “I’m… I’m not ready to say goodbye to him.”

“You’ll see him again, y/n.” He gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze. “Just see a couple more people to ease yourself and then pull him to one side. This isn’t going to be the last of you two, you’ve been in his life for ten years.”

“Good idea. Thanks, Micky.”

After one more hug, you moved away from the Haas driver and made your way over to Carlos - tapping him lightly on the shoulder. His face lit up when he saw you.

“There she is!” He beamed. “Was starting to think you’d made a run for it.”

“Aye, Carlos, not without saying a proper goodbye to you first. Who do you take me for?” You gasped softly, placing a hand over your heart. “Hurt, Carlos, hurt.”

The Spaniard rolled his eyes playfully. “Hermosa, know what I meant… you enjoying yourself? I know this is not really your thing.”

You shrugged. “It’s nice to see everyone having fun, no stress on their shoulders. I don’t mind as long as everyone else is happy.”

You felt a hand on your shoulder before you heard a British voice from behind you. “But are you having fun, hmm?”

“Hi, Georgie. I am, I’m surrounded by some of my best friends…” You smiled softly, letting him pull you into a one armed hug. “You’ll take care of all of the other kids won’t you?”

“Of course. Don’t think they’d listen to me like they’d listen to you though.” George’s voice was fond, his blue eyes bright even under the dim lights of the bar. “And, I have to admit, I had an ulterior motive for coming over here?”

You raised a brow and followed George’s finger as he pointed over to the corner of the bar, your heart skipping a beat when Dan raised his beer to you. “I.. yeah I’ll go over now.”

You threw back the rest of your champagne and grabbed another before joining Daniel on the curved booth at the back of the bar.

“Not like you to be by yourself mister social-butterfly.” You teased.

He smiled gently, cradling his beer in his hands. “Was kind of hoping to get you alone…”

The flush of your cheeks was inevitable so you lowered your head a little, not being able to cope with the intensity of his eyes boring into yours.

“Listen, y/n… I… fuck…” Dan chuckled nervously. “I’m mad it took me you literally leaving the sport to realise it but I’m… I’m fucking in love with you, y/l/n.”

“I… you are?”

A small embarrassed smile tugged at the corner of his mouth and he rubbed the back of his neck, nodding a little.

“Sorry to ambush you, I just-“

“No, I uh… I’m just shocked you feel the same way.”

His eyes flickered across your face as he processed what you said before he cautiously lent in, a cold hand coming up to cup your jaw as his lips met yours. It was a kiss nearly 10 years in the making and you found yourself feeling weak at the knees and your heart raced a million miles an hour.

“I love you too, by the way… if that wasn’t clear.” You whispered, as he pulled back, his forehead pressed against yours. “And if you thought for one second that me leaving the grid meant I wasn’t going to bother you every single day, you were wrong.”

His face split into a massive grin. “…so, we’re both unemployed next year.”

“True.”

“Fancy taking a trip? Just me and you.” He asked, his fingers laced with yours.

“…I’d like that.”

The next time you returned to the grid was Australia 2023, sure, neither of you were driving anymore but as you stepped into the paddock hand-in-hand, you were definitely the stars of the weekend.

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