#i shall cry over this btw

[altruistic-meme]

hi!! no worries on the late reply at all, I don’t mind :))

I’m very happy to hear you’re continuing it! but don’t feel rushed, I know writing when stressed can be frustrating. I myself quit writing for a loooong time even tho I really wanted to, but life, ya know?

I hope your life stresses get better soon! it shcks when you want to write but are too stressed to.

I look forward to the new chapters, I will be reading those as soon as they’re posted <3

🥰🥰🥰

life indeed ahahhhhh

also i promise you the only one i'm allowing to rush me is myself :') i just want to get it written!!! i wanna keep going!!! and that's all just on me deciding that i do want to write. mostly cus i know writing tends to be relaxing for me, it's why i write in the first place, so pushing myself to write is just kinda one of those things thats like,,,, i need to push myself to do the things that i know will make me feel better even though it'll suck at first cus it's a use of energy :'))))

though ofc knowing that there are people genuinely waiting for it also helps so much for motivation >:D

[ronanlynchbf]

i got greywaren today, finished it just now, and without giving anything away most of the sneak peeks are NOT AT ALL what i thought they were + i now have a headache from crying so much..peace & love 😎👍

[kinopio-writes]

Hello! Could you write platonic Dad!Adam headcanons? Thank you,

A/N: Lol. Don’t expect too much out of this guy because…it’s Adam. Heavily focused on him rather than the reader, sorry. Also, I might have gone a little overboard with this one because, uh, this was supposed to be only headcanons as you said, and the not-requested ‘drabble’ ended up being a few scenarios with a one-on-one convo with Adam and Sera at the end. 3rd POV and the reader is referred to as they/it, btw. Enjoy.

Holy sh!t I reread your request again and I don’t know if you meant that the reader is supposed to be the child or fuuuuuuuu—tell me if that’s not what you wanted, I had fun writing this nonetheless.

Words: 727 (not including the bullet points, edited)

Warnings: Very vulgar language, Sex is mentioned, Adam being Adam

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How Adam would be as a Father (Reader is the child)

• first things first, the only way I can see Adam become a dad was because he accidentally impregnated a chick when she fucking swore that, oh, no, Adam, I’m on birth control. Oh, don’t worry, Adam, you don’t have to finish in my mouth. Oh, no need, Adam, I’ve got it covered. Oh, it’s okay, Adam—yes, this is Adam mocking her

• so imagine his surprise when he found a fucking child at his doorstep crying like a little bitch

• “What the fuck?” was his first reaction

• he’d find a note that said something-something about oh who gives a fuck about her and her sob story about having to leave the child in his care?

• what mattered was—“THAT FUCKING BITCH LIED TO ME!”

• after that whole ordeal, he would sit in his gigantic ass living room, slumping on his couch with arms crossed and grumbling complaints as if he was the child

• the first few weeks he would really just let someone else take care of the kid

• Lute would be the caretaker most of the time since she’s around Adam a lot

• the problem was that she’s an exterminator

• her purpose was to kill sinners and she certainly didn’t have babysitting on her list of skills

• so eventually, the responsibilities would fall back on Adam

• of course, he had attempted to get in contact with the woman

• he came back with nothing

• wait, nothing? Holy shit, he left the baby—

• and, if you’re wondering, I don’t think Heaven has adoption centers or whatnot because everyone is responsible when they’re thinking of having a child

• but, hey, how hard would looking after a child would be?

• probably accidentally dropped the kid once before

• will get mad that he can’t do his guitar solos because they would start to cry even louder

• has probably nearly suffocated it by leaving a pillow in their crib

• doesn’t know how to hold it properly

• eventually got it right by observing some of Heaven’s residents

• thinks he’s the best dad because of it

• speaking of residents, they most likely don’t know that the first man has a child

• dude, you really think he’d be caught dead with a kid?

• nuh-uh

• sometimes forgets he has a kid

• have left it in his—I headcanon—condominium completely unattended sometimes

• so, uh, yeah…not looking good for Adam here

let’s get on with the scenarios, shall we?

———

Adam covered his ears with his silk pillows, trying to muffle the sounds of that brat’s whining.

“Ugh! Shut up, Shut up!” Of course, it didn’t shut up.

He banged his head on the pillow repeatedly, swearing he was going to fucking throw this fucking child off the fuCKING BALCONY IF IT DOESN’T SHUT UP—

He had enough and went over to the crib in the corner of his bedroom, snarling. “Y’know, since your mommy was such a quiet whore you’d expect the brat to act the same. She should’ve been honored that she even got my dick. Mine. And this is how she fucking repays me?” The child in question looked up at their father, their cries coming to an eventual stop as he rambled on and on. “Finally.”

The moment he left their sight, however, they started to cry once more.

“OH MY GOD—”

———

Adam arrived home tired as shit balls.

“Not fucking now, bitch,” he dismissed when they reached for him from their place in the crib as he flopped himself on his king-sized bed. At least it wasn’t crying. Rather, it was babbling and flailing its hands and feet. While it was a nice change, it was still annoying to listen to.

Eventually, he decided to shut it up and lazily dragged himself over to the crib, picking it up in his hands and setting it near his shoulder.

“Ugh, there there. Or whatever.” He idly patted the child’s back, plopping back on his bed.

Surprisingly, the kid soon fell asleep without further complaints, nuzzling into their father’s comfortable robe.

Ugh, rude. It fell asleep before he could bitch about his day as he usually did. Instead, he grumbled his own day to himself, his eyelids growing heavy as time passed by.

Adam later dozed off with the baby in his arms, snoring loudly as his wings wrapped around him and the child in his seldom peaceful slumber.

———

The living room was dark. Heaven’s natural light poured through his open windows and the TV played a movie that was most definitely not suited for young audiences. At least it wasn’t anything sexual. Heaven forbid.

In the midst of the oddly serene environment that is Adam’s residence, holy light flashed from beside his couch and the tall figure of Sera appeared. Adam instantly turned the TV off.

“Adam, pardon my intrusion. You still haven’t submitted your forms and they were due yesterday—” Sera interrupted herself when her eyes landed on the baby next to the first man.

“Sera, what gives? Can’t you see I’m busy? Where’s your sense of privacy? Jeez.”

“Adam, is that a child?” she asked rather accusatorily.

“Ugh, yeah, so what?”

“I didn’t think you would—where’s your wife?” She brushed her hair back behind her shoulder, her brows furrowed. “Um, I figured that after Lilith and Eve—”

“Pshh, you’d think this guy would settle down for anyone? Puh-lease. Imagine a world where you can’t fuck the original dick. Worse than any nightmare you could ever dream of.” Adam averted his gaze as his shoulders tensed up.

“So you care for this child alone? By yourself?” Sera looked more worried than ever, which Adam instantly latched on to.

“Are you doubting me? I started humankind—I know what I’m doing.” He settled his arms on the headrest, legs raising to rest on the coffee table as he gave a lazy shrug.

“How long have you kept this child?”

“What’s with all the questions? Uh, I dunno, more than two months, I guess?”

“What is its name?”

“Oh, uh…” Shit. He didn’t really think about that. He only kept calling it ‘kid’ or ‘brat’. “Adam Jr!” he blurted out the first thing that went through his mind. “Yeah, that’s right, everyone would immediately know that this kid is from me, Adam.”

Sera only narrowed her eyes. “Very well. I’m surprised you managed to keep this hidden from me. The child—”

“Adam Jr.”

“…Adam Jr. seems to be doing fine in your hands. But raising a child is no easy feat, Adam.” She took a deep breath in and closed her eyes momentarily. “We will have our discussion regarding your work tomorrow. Have a good night.”

As the seraphim was engulfed with holy light once more, vanishing as quickly as she came, Adam was left to think if the hassle was really worth this brat.

[ivy-loves-chocolate]

Can u do resident evil guys on your birthday?? Nsfw if possible

Thx bb 🫶🏽

Sure bb gotcha. I hope you like these 😉💖 btw reblogs are appreciated as they help this blog reach out to more people🥰

Warning: NSFW content below ⬇️

The cake was on the table with the candles long burned and with a bottle of wine right next to it, which hadn't been opened yet. In the back of the room, there were moans coming right from the slightly opened door.

You were sitting on the edge of the bed, legs resting over Wesker's shoulders, as he was busy giving your birthday present. You only managed to remove his shirt before he got right into the action.

His tongue was going relentlessly over your clit, giving that little bud intense sensations as he ran up and down over it. The soft touch made your legs tremble with every lick, and it made you tighten the grip on the poor sheets.

"Enjoying yourself, dove?" glowing red eyes were looking at you for a brief second, waiting for a response, but seeing you wish to remain silent, another lazy, long lick followed.

"Yes, very much, yes..." you said after gasping.

You took a deep breath when you felt two of his thick fingers slowly entering your warm hole. They quickly found your spot, and he began massaging it as his tongue picked up the pace. I

It was bliss. Your whole mind was dazed as it was quickly overcome by pleasure. His tongue and his fingers worked in perfect rhythm to bring you joy.

A third finger joined, and you started to feel full already, but that sensation would soon be replaced by the approaching climax. The familiar pressure began to be noticed, and it grew and grew until....his lips, his cheeks, and his chin were covered in your warm juices.

Wesker let out a satisfied moan as his tongue cleaned his coated fingers.

"You are simply delicious. I could devour you all day long."

"I-I wouldn't mind," you said as you tried to catch your breath.

"I think it's time to move on to your next present tho" he said, pulling out his shaft from his pants, and it was just as you expected: red, swollen, and leaking. "Shall we?" he asked, smirking.

From the cake, there were two or three slices missing. The bottle of wine was half empty, and the glasses were stained from the liquid that had previously filled them. One had lipstick marks at the edges. Not far away from the table, your moans could be heard as Leon was fucking you from behind while on the couch.

From his movements, you knew he was eager; you knew he wanted to move faster and give you that sweet, sweet birthday orgasm that you wanted so badly, but he was holding back, going at a regular pace. With every move of his hips, not only did he tickle that spot inside you, but he was also going deep, making sure to hit your cervix with his tip.

"God, you're amazing," he said as he spread your cheeks. His grip on your flesh was tight.

"L-Leon..." you said, panting.

He knew how much you loved being fucked like this. Every thrust of his hips would make you cry out his name.

"What do you want, sugar? Tell me."

"Move faster..." you managed to say.

He loved how that cunt would contract around his meat.

He picked up the pace, and the sensation was too much to handle as you felt him going even deeper, even if you knew that wasn't possible. Tears rolled down your cheeks as he kept pumping himself inside you.

You felt it coming, but you never expected it to hit you with such strength. The orgasm was so intense that your whole body was starting to shake underneath Leon. You cried out his name one last time when you felt some thick, hot spurts of his cum begin to fill you up.

"Easy now, sugar..." he said as he gently rubbed your trembling back. "Come, lay down."

You managed to catch your breath and regain your composure while resting on his chest. His hand was caressing your back gently, his feather-like touch tickling your skin as he moved his fingers all over.

"That was amazing..." he said as he kissed your forehead.

"I know... best birthday gift ever."

"And it's not the only one."

You felt his hand go lower and lower until he reached your cunt. His cum was still oozing from the hole, smearing your thighs.

"You thought I'd leave you dirty like this?"

The ice cream cake was left untouched in the freezer. The candles were wrapped in the same way they were brought from the store. The wine was in the fridge, and the table was shaking underneath you.

Driven by his neediness, he had one arm wrapped tightly around your waist; the other was supporting himself on the table, and he repeatedly slammed himself inside you. His head was buried at the junction of your neck and jawline, his hot breath tickling your skin. Occasionally, he'd gently lick your skin, but that tongue was more focused on tickling your ear with words of admiration.

"Mi princesa, I missed you so much," he said, grunting as he gave you one hard thrust.

Your hands were wrapping around his neck, choosing to rely solely on him to support yourself.

"All I could think about was you. Your smile, your soft skin, how good I feel while I'm inside you..."

He resumed his adoration by giving your neck shy bites. He didn't want to leave marks.

"Luis..." you said, panting.

"What is it?" a gentle kiss on your neck.

"I think the tabble will break..."

"Let it; that won't stop me from finishing..."

His cock felt so good inside, so good that it kept rubbing that spot inside. Every friction would bring you closer and closer to heaven; every throb of his cock would send a shiver down your spine; and every droplet of precum would bring you joy. You tried pulling him closer, as if that were a possibility given how tight you were holding each other. Your senses were overwhelmed by his scent, by that spicy cologne that complements his natural one.

"Speaking of finishing..."

His moves became erratic, his breath irregular, and he raised his head so he could kiss you in those final moments. He needed all of you, your lips, your touch, your cunt, everything.

The passionate and sloppy kiss you shared was bliss; your hand was tugging his hair, and your teeth kept biting his bottom lip. You weren't so gentle like him, but he didn't mind, as this sudden burst of passion helped him finally reach his climax. He closed his eyes and allowed the sensation to overcome him entirely; the only sounds he could make were some weak whimpers. With a few more pumps, he painted your walls with his thick, warm cum.

The cake was on the table, untouched, still in the box. The bottle of wine is almost empty, and the room is filled with kissing and sucking sounds.

His tongue was twirling around your hard nipple, over and over again. You felt the vibrations of his moans on your skin and the bulge that was getting bigger as he rubbed himself between your legs. His other hand was preoccupied with the other breast, giving it a firm massage.

"Happy birthday, babe," he said in a low, sensual voice as he returned to suck your tit. The other one was resting in his big palm now as he began to pinch the nipple with his fingertips.

"J-Jack..." You loved what he was doing to you; you loved how his tongue would twist over and over again around your sensitive nipple, but your panties were so soaked...you needed him so badly, and you decided to show it by thrusting your hips against his erection.

"I'll get there, I promise, but let me taste you first." He rolled the nipple between his fingers now, giving you new sensations to cling to.

He grabbed the nipple with his teeth and pushed gently.

"Jack," you moaned his name, gasping in shock. It was too sudden.

He ignored you, tho and released it, moving to the other breast to give the same treatment. The one that he worked on was previously coated in his saliva, and it felt cold, but he quickly covered it with his hand and began to flick your nipple with his fingers.

"Oh God..." You pushed your chest forward when you felt his mouth once more, showing your tits to him. His tongue resumed the same corse, twisting around the nipple as well as going over it a few times.

"What you are doing to me..."

He hummed and kept igoring you, focusing on your chest and starting to tease you a bit by rolling his erection over your heated, soaked core.

"You bastard..." you grabbed both his hips to deem him to stay low so he can continue rubbing onto you.

You felt like a bitch in heat, but you didn't mind. All you wanted was to get him inside you.

He squeezed your breasts a little harder before standing up. A stupid smile appeared on your face when you saw him unzip.

[tonysbed]

Butterfly | MV1

Max Verstappen x fem!reader

!Triggering content! Part of the mental health series

Warnings: mention of relapse, razor blades, blood

mental health masterlist | main masterlist

Summary: Max comes home earlier than expected..

Max was relived he was able to come home early. He had missed you and simply being home. He didn’t tell you because he knew otherwise you’d stay up waiting for him.

You didn’t hear the key in the door or the shuffling from max in the hallway. You were way to focused on your bloody arms. Tears blurring your vision and another sob shaking your body.

Max freezed in front of the door. Were you crying? He opened the door and his blood went cold at the sight on the bed.

Blood stained tissues around you, you holding your wrists and crying.

You hadn’t even noticed him “Lifje?” You head snapped up, wide eyes staring at you.

Your eyes locked for a few moments before he started to move towards you “What-I-“ His eyes were filled with worry.

Max slowly pushed aside the tissues and sat beside you. He pulled your hand your wrist and replaced it with his.

“Oh baby” He pulled you into his lap.

“I’m sorry-I’m sorry, I’m sorry-“ He cut you off “It’s okay. Hey, breath baby. It’s okay. No need to apologise” His arm tightened around you while his other hand kept pressure on the new cuts.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were hurting, hm? Could’ve done something to distract you from your thoughts” He whispered. You just leaned more into his chest.

“Didn’t wanna bother you” You hiccup “You’re never a bother to me. You’re my everything okay? I need to know what’s going on with you. I’m not gonna be mad okay? I just wanna help you”

You nod into his chest “Good. Now tell me, what happened?” His voice was so soothing to you “Bad day”

He hummed”Why?” You stayed quiet for a moment but eventually told him what happened. He kissed your head.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, shall we?” He moves you effortlessly into the bathroom, sitting you down on the closed toilet.

He pulled out the first aid kit and kneeled in front of you. His eyes fixated on your cuts. You hiss when the alcohol mets your wound “Sorry, my love.”

You bit your tongue through the rest of the procedure, just wanting to be back in his arms. He slowly put the things back into the kit and looked at you.

“I’m sorry, maxie” He shook his head “Don’t want an apology baby.I know it’s hard okay? Come on” He held out his hand to you and leads you back to the bedroom.

You got changed into pyjamas and sat on the bed while max was getting undressed. He kept his shirt off, knowing you preferred the heat of his body directly.

He pulled you onto his chest “Please tell me before it gets this bad again my love. I want to help. I pinky promise I won’t ever be mad. I will make time for you, okay? You mean the word to me and I can’t lose you” His voice slightly breaks.

You nod “I promise” Max pulled you in for a kiss “Good. Now let’s rest, okay?”

It’s been a year since then. With Max’s help you barley relapsed, and when you did, he was there to hold you, clean you up and promise you the world.

You had made him draw a butterfly, just for fun you said. Little did he know that you got it tattooed right over your now slowly fading scars.

A/n: Hello my loves! If you ever feel like this please reach out. I know you’ve probably heard this a million times but you can’t get better unless you want it:( I love you, take care of yourself as good as you can and remember, I’m proud of you! 🤍

Not proofread btw

[xxkissesforchanniexx]

hey hun, soooooo...

I just bought a perfume and apparently it is very attractive to the sense of smell because everyone tells me that I smell exquisite (their words not mine).

so i don't know if you could write something about the reader just bought a new perfume and changbin is obsessed with the smell to the point that it makes him want to f her, yk? 🤭

please take you time,

I really really love your writing

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝

Pairing: Changbin x fem!reader Word count: 1.07k Genre: Smut 🔥❤️ Warning: semipublic sex >.>, clothed sex, osmolagnia (had to look that shit up 😭), no proofread (i have a problem i should really check over my work-) idk what else- THANK YOU FOR ALL THE LOVE BTW <<33

The party was in an hour and Changbin sat on your shared bed talking to Hyunjin as you got ready, he watched as you put on your long red dress smiling slightly to himself. The slit that came up to your thigh was tantalizing on its own, but all done up and pretty for him, Changbin bit his lip at the thought of what he'd do to you after the party.

"Channie said if you're late again he's gonna kick you." Hyunjin laughed.

You looked over at Changbin and smiled innocently as if you weren't the reason he was late most days, always too clingy for him to leave you until the very last minute.

Changbin rolled his eyes. "Tell Chan I won't be late today. Right?" He looked at you.

You made a face and picked up your new perfume spray a bit on yourself, before exiting the bathroom and going to your closet and getting your heels, as you sat beside Changbin to put them on, you watched as his brows furrowed.

"Whatever you say," Hyunjin said. "By the way-"

"I'll call you back Hyunjin." Changbin said.

You blinked in confusion as he turned to you.

"Bro wha-" Hyunjin started but Changbin hung up and leaned close to you.

Your face got hot as he whispered. "You smell good." And kissed your jaw gently. "Shall we?"

You sat flustered for a second before nodding. "Let's go."

You followed Changbin through the party as he greeted his friends before finally settling at a table with his very close buddies. Jisung smiled at you, "You look lovely y/n, smell good too," he gave you a thumbs up and you laughed.

Minho nodded, "It is a very alluring scent."

Chan gave him a look. "Why are you talking like that?"

Changbin rested his hand on your thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"Like what?" Minho asked.

"So... sophisticated." Jeongin said giving Minho a side eye.

"I am sophisticated." Minho smiled, sipping his drink.

Hyunjin gave the group a look that said let's be real here and the whole table burst into laughter.

Changbin leaned in and whispered in your ear. "Don't you need to freshen up?"

Your brows furrowed in confusion for a moment, "Wha-"

He squeezed your thigh again and it dawned on you what he meant, heat rushed to your core and you excused yourself from the table. You made your way to the unisex bathroom and waited a few minutes, Changbin entered and smiled at you.

"Look at you princess." He mumbled, leaning in close, his lips caressed yours before he shoved his tongue into your mouth. "Wanted to wait.. Might just fuck you right here." he muttered before kissing your neck.

You whimpered as his hand went under your dress and cupped your sex, pushing you back into a stall.

"Don't want to take you somewhere so dirty. But what choice do I have..." He sighed but you could see the smirk on his face.

You gasped as he pushed your pantie aside and started rubbing your clit. You bit your hand as you let out a particularly loud cry.

Changbin slipped two of his thick fingers into you and grabbed your face, kissing you, he shoved his tongue into your mouth, groaning softly as he dragged them in and out of you. "You need to be quiet, we might get caught."

Your walls clenched.

Changbin stared at you with a spark in his eyes for a moment before a grin came to his face. "Does that turn you on?" He started moving his fingers faster, curling them to rub your g-spot. "You want someone to walk in and hear you whimpering over my fingers in your pretty pussy."

You smacked Changbin's arm and he laughed before pulling his fingers out of you and licking them clean. "You taste so good princess."

He kissed you deeply and groaned as you unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, lowering them just enough for his cock to spring free, taking in your hand and squeezing, stroking slowly.

His lips moved to your throat and he resisted the urge to leave marks on you, lifting your dress around your hips carefully, using the slit at your thigh for assistance. He groaned as he breathed in your scent. "Smell so good. Jump." He said and you jumped into his arms, he pressed you against the wall and kissed you again. "'M going to give princess treatment. Hm?" His hand trailed up and squeezed your tit. "You want me to spoil you?"

You nodded and whined as he ground his erection against you.

"So good for me." He muttered against your neck. "You going to be quiet when I fuck you. Don't want to get in trouble."

You nodded and gasped as eh shifted you slightly before his thick tip pushed into you. Your mouth fell open in a silent moan as Changbin began plowing into you, panting softly against your neck. You gasped and whimpered holding onto his muscular form as he took you against the wall, in the bathroom stall.

Your nails dug into his shirt and vest as he picked up the pace.

"Gonna make you cum sweet girl. We need to go back soon, I'm going to spoil you later, okay?" He huffed as his finger found your clit.

You squealed at the sudden stimulation and bucked, your mind going blank as Changbin fucked you through your orgasm. "Binnie- W-wait-" You moaned out loudly.

Changbin grabbed your face and kissed you hard, muffling your cryas he released into you. "What happened to staying quiet?" He muttered against your lips.

You looked up at him, slightly dazed. "I don't know."

He rolled his eyes and pulled out, lowering you to your feet. After cleaning you with the baby wipes from your bag he fixed himself and left you to fix your makeup and dress.

You came out of the bathroom after reapplying your lipstick and cleaning off the streaks Changbin's lips had dragged, you made sure to spritz a bit more perfume before joining the others at the table again.

Changbin's hand found your exposed thigh and he whispered. "You're trying to kill me."

Minho smiled. "You have to tell me what this fragrance is."

"I concur." Han said with a British accent.

You giggled to yourself and said, "It's my secret."

Changbin smiled and kissed your cheek muttering, "Just for me."

[mikobeautifulheart]

hi!! 💗

i was wondering if you could do a yuji drabble wherein he walks into our dorm and we're just BAWLING and he goes to comfort us thinking it's serious and is like "it's okay.. you're bf is here.." bc he SUCKS as comforting people (LMFAOO) and then after a while when we calm down we tell him (still crying..?) that one of our favorite MALE (heskeske) characters died in an anime and he just gets all dramatic and jealous and then gets gojo-sensei in on the situation 🤭🤭 like a whole AITA 💀

this request is a bit short and not so explanatory, but idc how you write it since it's yuji and i'll read ANYTHING abt yuji. 💋

ASK AND YOU. SHALL. RECIVEEEEE. (Recive it unedited.)

Here we go.

Yuji who sucks at comforting you only to getting jealous over 'guy'

Yuji knocks on your door, he wanted to drop off some of the books he borrowed from you only to get no response. It was weird because he knew you were in your dorm...

"NOOOOOO" You yelled making Yuji panic

"Y/N ARE YOU OKAY?" He said as he burst open your door only to see you balled up on your bed crying into your pillow while muttering random sentences hysterically.

"He was-HIC- so-HIC-"

"Calm down Y/N are you okay?!" Yuji asked scanning your body for any inguries

"NOO IM NOT" you shouted throwing the pillow in your arms at the T.V infront of you before going back to crying.

"Shhhh calm down what if Nobora hears you?" he said with an awkward look on his face.

You stopped everything and stared at him.

"You monster-" you said before the tears rolled down your cheeks again.

"Do you not care?" you said through tears with your lip quivering.

"Okay, okay, i'm sorry but I can't help you if I don't know wats wrong." he said rubbing circles in your back in an attempt to soothe you.

It was no use because you really started to cry now.

"What's going on? I heard someone crying" Gojo asked sticking his head in the door way of your dorm.

"First he-he, and now Yuji, MY OWN BOYFRIEND DOSEN'T CARE ABOUT ME"

"I DO!" he retaliates

Gojo scans the room laying his eyes on your T.V seeing the end credits of Demon slayer playing. His face went white.

"No- Don't tell me-"

You nodded your head up and down aggressively while sniffing into a tissue

"RENGOKU-SAN" Gojo yelled grabbing the T.V by the screen watching the credits go by.

Yuji finally realized what this was all about.

"Are you kidding me?" He turned to you stiffly.

"Y/N...He's not real, your crying over someone who's not real-"

You and Gojo both froze

"Yuji, clearly you don't understand the gravity of the situation" Gojo starts.

"You see when someone with a pure heart and soul dies, no matter if they are real OR NOT, its a hard loss. Its like if they killed the earth worm man in the first Human worm movie."

Yuji turns his attention back to you

"You didn't even cry this much when I 'died'" Yuji mumbled

"THATS COMPLETLY DIFFERENT!" You said offended that he would even consider bring that up right now.

"YOUR RIGHT, HES NOT REAL AND YOUR CRYING OVER HIS DEATH WHILE I 'DIED' AND YOU DIDN'T EVEN CRY THIS MUCH."

Mean while Gojo laid on your floor muttering the lyrics to the end credit song while crying.

THANKS FOR READING ♡

AUTHORS NOTE: some of this totally isn't based off a personal experience. Anyways I hope this is close to what you wanted anon. And thanks for your request. reblogs are welcomed btw.

[redtsundere-writes]

Jinx | Sukuna Ryomen

mma fighter!sukuna ryomen x femalecoach!reader

Part 9. Don't Know

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Synopsis: Sukuna is a world champion with anger issues. It's believed by many that he is untrainable. Yeah, you can't train him, but you can dominate him. Contents: Fighting. Sukuna being Sukuna. Female reader being dom. Jinx AU (the BL, not the character from lol) Warnings: Cursed words. Fighting. Sexual harassment. I only read it once, lmao Word count: 2722 words. A/N: Shoutout to @ghosts-girl_ on IG for sending me a Sukuna fanart that was inspired by this fic! Tysm <3!

Btw I made a PLAYLIST

Going back to the hospital always scared me. I always enter the doctor’s office with sweaty hands while imagining the worst in my mind. The white and neat walls, decorated with informative posters about the importance of exercising regularly. The light gray floor was freshly waxed, I could see my scared face reflected in it. There were a few fake plants around to make the place look less intimidating.

The doctor was asking me questions about my lifestyle over the past six months while typing incessantly on the computer perched in the middle of the large desk. The doctor took out the new x"ray that had been taken of my neck and inspected it in front of the light screen. He didn't say anything, he just analyzed her very carefully to not make a wrong diagnosis. My manager, Mei Mei, came with me this time for support despite having a tight schedule. She noticed I was nervous, so she patted me on the back to calm me down.

“Do you think she can fight soon, Doc?" Mei Mei asked him my biggest concern.

“Her neck has completely healed, if she wanted, she could fight tonight,” the doctor answered with a smile.

A sigh of relief escaped my lips at the wonderful news I had awaited for so long. 3 years to be precise. I was out of the octagon for 3 years on medical recommendation so that my neck would heal completely and avoid future injuries. My face was about to cry with joy, so I hid it in my hands. I was about to reborn, I already wanted to return to the gym with my team to train like in the old days. Start again, conquer the battlefield and recover the title that was taken from me.

Mei Mei and I left the office to meet my friend and training partner, Nobara, who was waiting for us along with Mei Mei's younger brother, Ui Ui. I told her the good news, and she hugged me happily. We used to do everything together before I was injured, now we could go back to our routine as if nothing had happened.

“Everyone will be very happy when they see you back at the gym,” Nobara said excitedly.

“Finally,” I sighed heavily jokingly. “Mei Mei, shall I ask you to gather the team?” I asked her nicely.

Mei Mei was in charge of ensuring that my schedule was met without delays. She was the one who organizes my fights, gathers athletes for special training, hires doctors, etc. She was always busy, but she never let me out of her sight. Not only that, but she always took care of my my needs even though Team Black gives me everything I need. I told her not to worry so much in several occasions, but she always responded with “you never know.”

"I'm already on it, darling. Also, since your appearances with Ryomen, there are several sponsors interested in you,” Mei Mei reminded me of the unexpected kiss Sukuna gave me after his crushing victory against Naoya a couple of weeks ago. "Your life will return to normal in no time."

"When do you plan to come back?” Nobara asked me excitedly.

"I don't know yet, I have to talk to Sukuna's manager to agree on a release date and find a replacement,” I replied.

"When you have the date, let me know,” Mei Mei asked me without taking her eyes off her phone.

"When you return, could you bring me something signed by the King of the Ring?". Ui Ui asked excitedly.

"I'll see what I can do,” I answered honestly.

Mei Mei and Ui Ui left after that. Once we lost sight of them, Nobara took my hands to approach my face curiously. I moved away from her face at the unexpected proximity. When I saw her eyes sparkling from excitement, I could imagine what she wanted.

"So… You and Sukuna, huh?" she asked excitedly.

Since living with him, I have noticed that our relationship had improved, but only as a coach-athlete relationship. I haven't noticed that he treats me sweeter, that he gives me flirtatious glances or that he gets nervous when I am around. He continues to act as the same fearsome Sukuna as always.

My feelings towards him have also increased. When I have to watch him to make sure he does the exercises, my mind travels back to the passionate nights we've had together. I can no longer see his hands without thinking about how he holds me by the waist or his face without imagining him moaning my name. He made me blush without even trying, I was fed up. It was so frustrating not being able to do my job well.

"There’s nothing between me and Sukuna,” I answered, removing my hands from the grip.

"Don’t lie to me! Everyone saw that passionate kiss he gave you!" Nobara scolded while pretending to make out with herself.

"Sukuna only did it to annoy Naoya," I answered, trying to downplay it…

��but I couldn't ignore it. After that night, my perspective on Sukuna had completely changed. I wasn't surprised that I fell in love with him, I mean, I have a reputation for choosing the worst possible men. I had to get rid of this feeling as soon as I could. If I could do it while I lived with him, great, but I knew perfectly well that after asking for my resignation, Sukuna would throw me out and this feeling would go away on its own like a cold.

"And how are you so sure that he doesn't like you?" Nobara asked me.

The idea that Sukuna was interested in me in that way was tempting. It wasn't crazy considering we've already slept together twice, and he kissed me on international television, but I highly doubted that was the case. Yuuji had told me that Sukuna wasn't interested in having a girlfriend and I doubt that will change anytime soon.

“Impossible,” I answered without further ado.

"Oh, come on! Men never kiss woman just because,” Nobara argued.

"What do you know know about men? You're a lesbian,” I joked.

"I know how they behave when they like a girl, it's what we have in common," she challenged me.

My heart wanted to believe her, but my mind warned me with red flags that I shouldn't. Being in love is complicated.

At first, I had a hard time adjusting to living with Sukuna. I lived alone for so long that I forgot how it was living with someone. Quickly, I could adapt to his cold attitude in the morning, seeing him walk around the house wet and with a towel wrapped around his slutty waist, and listening to his complaints when we left the gym. Sukuna is the one who pays for everything, the only thing I could contribute to the house was to cook for him from time to time if the cook was not available. I couldn't help but feel like a sugar baby, but that feeling went away every time I used the magnificent indoor pool.

The microwave announcing that my popcorn was ready brought me out of my thoughts. I was preparing myself some popcorn as tonight's fights began. The schedule was not very exciting, except for the main fight. The fight for the heavyweight division championship between Toji Fushiguro and Aoi Todo. A battle between two powerful giants of the UFC.

I returned to the kitchen to prepare the popcorn to my liking in a bowl. I opened the refrigerator to look for the juice I had bought before I got home. Being a high-performance athlete, Sukuna's smart refrigerator only served to store large amounts of chicken breast, vegetables, and sparkling water. If I wanted something with sugar or “chemicals”, I had to buy it myself and hide it so as not to tempt Sukuna's appetite. As I closed the door, I noticed the new dietary regimen that Sukuna's nutritionist had asked hm to follow.

"Chicken, rice, and broccoli for 4 days straight? No wonder he's always so angry,” I thought out loud as I quickly scanned the sheet of paper.

No sugar. Do not eat carbs after 6 pm. Just an egg without yolk in the morning. I knew that Sukuna was a highly disciplined athlete, but going on such a demanding diet was ridiculous. If a nutritionist asked me to follow this regimen like a soldier, I would fire her in no time.

There were so many things I wanted to change about his extreme lifestyle, but I was sure I wouldn't be able to figure it out before my last day. Furthermore, I had to tell him that I would no longer be his coach and that someone else was going to take my place. I didn't know how he would even take the news. I just had to make sure to tell him when he is in a good mood. Who am I kidding? He is never in a good mood, that goes against his personality.

"Fuck this shit!" Sukuna yelled as he reluctantly entered the house. Now was not the right time to tell him.

He tossed his backpack onto the small stool at the entrance, where we kept our shoes and had a mirror for finishing touches. Sukuna slammed the door shut which offended my ears. I just watched him confused while I ate my popcorn.

"Things didn’t go well with the Olympian?" I asked, trying to understand where his anger was coming from.

While I was at the doctor, Sukuna went to the Olympic stadium to have an exclusive sparring with a boxing gold medalist. He insisted that I cancel my appointment to come with him, but I told him that even if I did that, I wouldn't be much help. My specialty is jujitsu, not boxing. I told him that Gojo knows more than me, and he stopped annoying me.

"That idiot asked for a break on the fifth round. Can you fucking believe that?! The best boxer in the nation?! My balls can last longer than that!” He exclaimed in annoyance as he ran his fingers through his hair in exasperation.

"Could it be because it was training and not a real fight?" I asked before putting a popcorn in my mouth, staying calm. If I got down to his level, he would only get more upset.

"If I had wanted to waste my time, I would have trained with one of the gym's rookies,"Sukuna mumbled.

He sat on the stool and sighed heavily as he unlaced his shoes to enter the house. I could see the helplessness in his eyes at not having the demanding training he wanted. Having a perfect streak of 28 overwhelming victories, he hasn't had a rival who can match his level in years. Always being the winner means that you are not learning, and you are staying stagnant while others moved forward, Sukuna was afraid of being left behind.

I sighed as I understood his anger, putting the bowl aside to approach him. I took advantage of the fact that he was at my level to gently massage his shoulders. Even though I didn't do it with a romantic intention, touching him like that after weeks felt like drinking water in the middle of the Sahara. A temporary pleasure that I had to take advantage as much as I could.

"Do you know what it means that he didn't last more than 5 rounds?" I asked him while massaging his neck.

"I'm not in the mood for your shit," he mumbled, focused on his shoes.

"Let me finish!" I barked. "It means you're better than an Olympic medalist," he looked at me again, calmer now.

"You think?" he asked me, looking at me to deduce if I was saying it out of pity or not.

"Of course! You are the king of the ring, not just in the UFC!" I cheered, giving him a friendly pat on the arm.

"Not everyone can go against the king," he said with an evil smile.

It was one of those few times I've seen him smile like that. I'm glad to know that I could be of use to him outside the gym. I wanted to be the cause for him to smile more often, even if it meant he didn't feel the same way about me. A reality that I was willing to accept for the sake of both of us.

The fight between Aoi Todo and Toji Fushiguro was about to start. The current champion, Toji, entered shining his glorious belt with Welcome To The Jungle by Guns N' Roses in the background while the commentators read his statistics. Aoi, the challenger, Todo looked forward to the fight from the octagon. The crowd was excited, music was blaring from the speakers, and commentators were debating who would take home the belt. It was an important fight that deserved to be seen on the room's beautiful 80"inch screen.

"That son of a bitch," Sukuna snorted behind me, referring to Toji. He was in my robe as always before going to sleep.

"A talented son of a bitch," I joked. "Sit down and watch it with me."

"I'll watch it until I get sleepy," Sukuna scoffed as he sat next to me on the couch.

After formal introductions and the referee's instructions, the first round took place. The two mastodons faced each other face to face in a rain of punches and jabs that seemed to have no end. They were like two bulls striking each other with their sharp horns, making the plaza resonate with the power of their tackles. It was clear that Aoi Todo was a born boxer who did not allow himself to be intimidated by the enormous presence of Fushiguro with those beastly hits. Before Toji could take him to the ground, like he had done in the fight against Sukuna, the bell rang.

“Who are you rooting to?” I asked Sukuna excitedly.

"I do not know, and I do not care." he answered with a yawn. That answer deserved me to throw my empty popcorn bowl at him.

"It's a very important fight! You should know!" I scolded him as the TV went to commercial break. "Todo and Fushiguro have been fighting for the division title for 2 years. Both have won twice simultaneously. This is their fifth fight. It's the fight for 3 out of 3!” I explained. Sukuna shrugged his shoulders, downplaying it the importance it deserved.

"And who are you rooting for?" He asked me to make conversation as they returned to the fight.

"Aoi Todo is a magnificent boxer like you…". At the comparison, Sukuna gave me a killer glance. "Obviously, you are the best," I corrected before he killed me.

"That is what I thought."

"But Toji is a complete fighter, I am team Toji for life," I replied with a proud smile. Sukuna gave me another killing look, this time it was more stern. I really don't learn from my mistakes, huh? "Obviously I'm Team Black before that," I said with a guilty smile.

The champion threw a quick jab, but the challenger easily dodged it. Aoi responded with a combination of quick strikes that made Fushiguro flinched. He stumbled back, but stayed upright. He threw a wild right hand, but the challenger blocked it with his forearm. The challenger took the opportunity to launch a flurry of jabs that Toji dodged like a master. Aoi continued entering her field, causing Toji's back to hit the fence. He threw one last desperate right hand, but Todo dodged it and responded with a left hook that sent the champion to the ground.

"¡No!" I exclaimed upon seeing the knockout.

"Too bad…" Sukuna mocked me.

After my champion couldn't get up easily, the referee ended the fight. The challenger had won the fight with a monstrous knockout. The crowd roared and Todo raised his arms in victory as he ran around the octagon. He had defeated his legendary opponent and became the new champion of the heavyweight division.

"First words after defeating such an important rival?". The interviewer asked Todo as he celebrated with his team supporting him behind him.

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This Love

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Summary: You and Matías were perfect for each other, until one day, he called it quits. He starts dating Malena Sanchez, and you're left all alone, mourning over the loss of your first love.

BTW the story is named after the song from Pantera, if you like that band, ily =)

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As you entered your apartment, your eyelids felt heavy. This was due to crying. Why? During the day, your ex-boyfriend Matías had asked if you'd like to stay over at his house so he can give you one of his acting lessons. You had suddenly gained an interest in acting recently, and Matías was eager to teach you. He was a good actor, too, and had time to teach you today. Before you can say yes with a smile on your face, the familiar sight of a thin, pale woman had captured your eyes.

Malena Sanchez.

Matías' new girlfriend.

You and Matías had broken up a year ago. However, your heart belonged to him only, and you just couldn't move on. Although it felt like he ripped your heart into pieces and left your side the moment he got someone new, he had constantly plagued your thoughts and dreams. The only man you had your eyes on. Matías was your first everything; from your first love to your first kiss. So when the two of you finally broke up, you felt like a piece of you was lost. You couldn't imagine being with anyone else. This went as far as you rejecting others and not allowing yourself to be in a relationship.

For four months now, he had been dating his friend Malena Sanchez, and they were madly in love. One couldn't be seen without the other. You saw the way Matías looked at Malena, and your already broken heart started to decay. There were no tears left to cry at this point. But you wished them the best and tried to be happy for them while you were left in the dark. Your eyes were puffy, and your face was red.

When Malena had shown up, you had kindly declined Matías' favor and decided to go home instead. Thoughts had raced in your mind during the way home. You had no car and walked the long way home. Your vision became blurry, and you were already hyperventilating. It was also raining, which made your heart break even worse. Your tears blended with the rain. You didn't really pay attention to where you were going, but fortunately, you made it home. Keys fumbling, and the door was open, your eyes scanned across the room to search for your comfort items. A teddy bear Matías had given you for your birthday. It had a zipper located at its back, which contained the jewelry he had given you. There were rings and necklaces. One even had his initials engraved onto it. There was also a letter. You just couldn't bring yourself to throw them away after the breakup.

So you decided to do the most dangerous thing and read the letter Matías had given to you, which had his love confession in it. You took out the letter from the envelope and unfolded it. It was definitely going to make you feel worse, but you proceeded anyway.

Dear Y/N,

You have caught my eye. Whenever I'm around you, my heart races, and my pale face turns red. I just gawk at you. You're just the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Although you may not feel the same, I can't hide my feelings anymore. Please, let take your hand, and we shall jump together in the sea of love.

Sincerely, Matías Recalt

You sighed as the memories of you and Matías together danced in your mind. From picnic dates to trips at the beach, your eyes connected to the ceiling for what felt like hours. Then you feel asleep. At least in your dreams, the both of you were still together.

You were the makeup stylist for Matías on the set of Apache. Since the day you both were introduced to each other, you were inseparable. Texting and calling each other for hours, meeting up after filming was done. This went on for months until finally, Matías had sent you the letter confessing his feelings for you. You felt the same way for him and started dating. Unfortunately, Matías broke up with you a year later due to losing interest in you. He left you there to cry after breaking your heart. Before your breakup, you had also noticed some signs: Matías being visibly uncomfortable whenever you showed affection toward him in a romantic way, like kissing. His responses while texting became shorter, and he'd also take a long time to respond to you. He even stopped saying I love you. Once Malena entered the picture and became a friend of Matías, it was only a matter of time before he broke up with you. He seemed interested in her, but you brushed it off, thinking your mind was playing tricks on you.

Matías had never said he broke up with you to be with Malena, but you knew well that was also another reason why you both broke up because the moment he left, he began to date her. You begun to compare yourself to Malena. She had the perfect body. The perfect face. The perfect personality. You even begun to copy her fashion, hairstyle, and makeup for him to notice you. No wonder why Matías fell in love with her. You were nothing compared to her. But you could never hate her. She was always nice to you despite you being his ex. She'd always invite you to parties or shopping, but you'd always decline. You tried your best to be her friend, but the memories of Matías just kept coming back. All those things he was doing with you, he was now doing with her. That thought absolutely destroyed you.

It bothered you how Matías acted like you didn't mean anything to him before and that you were once the person he considered marrying. The both of you are still friends, of course, but you knew that everything wouldn't be the same after the breakup. For example, he doesn't even text or talk to you first anymore. He doesn't invite you to things that aren't even considered intimate, such as taking a walk in the park or just having a simple conversation.

Everyone else seems bothered by your constant rambling about Matías. You complained about how much you missed him, how you still have feelings for him, and even more nonsense. Years have passed, and you are now the makeup stylist for the LSDLN cast. Everyone in the cast continuously rolled their eyes and excused themselves from the conversation whenever you brought up Matías and Malena. All except for Enzo. He was the only one who listened to you. Whenever you were feeling down, he was there for you, comforting you and allowing you to cry on his shoulder. His chocolate eyes were filled with anger toward Matías, about how he dropped you the moment he got someone new. Although he didn't hold a grudge toward the couple, his blood still boiled.

You just wanted to scream at those who were bothered by you. If they can be in your shoes for one day to understand how you feel. They didn't hate you, of course, but you wished they were more emotionally available like Enzo. You wished they would listen.

A recent moment besides yesterday when you saw Malena visiting Matías on the set. She gave him lunch, and then they went off to somewhere private. Probably went there to make out or something. You sighed and also went somewhere private and took the letter out of your pocket. You read it over and over again. Since nobody was near, you said out loud,

"I guess he never meant what he wrote in that letter."

Your back slid down the wall as you sat down.

It's not easy having your heart broken.

You'll never forget how Matías left you. How could he go and leave you behind? All alone, to cry on your own. You should've known he was going to bail on you.

You closed your eyes, wishing this feeling would go away but deep down, you knew it wouldn't.

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Daemon x Reader - Good Luck Charm

A/N - this chapter is quite a bit longer than usual btw! enjoy <3

Content Warnings/Kinks: alcohol consumption, dominance, praise kink, degradation, hickeys, bruising, choking, face slapping, light spanking, hair pulling, crying, cum swallowing, oral sex (reciprocal), finger sucking, riding, penetrative vaginal sex 

Good Luck Charm

Knock, knock, knock. 

Y/n tapped her knuckles against the wooden door of one of the council’s many chambers. This particular one was typically used for their group activities, such as small parties or gatherings, tonight however, it was being used for gambling. 

“Your Highness?” she called, raising her voice to be heard over the rowdy sounds of men coming from inside.

A second later she could hear footsteps padding towards the door. A tall man with white-blonde hair appeared, candlelight illuminating his head from behind like an ironic halo. 

“Daemon” she breathed in awe before immediately stuttering, “I—I mean My Prince, apologies” 

“What is your business?” he asked, cocking his head at her, a playful smile tugging at his lips and the scent of wine light on his breath. 

“I’ve been sent by the Hand, My Prince” she blushed, “may we speak privately?” 

“Let her in Dameon” rumbled a cheerful voice from inside. 

Daemon opened the door wider, revealing an ample, domed space, filled with lavish furnishings that looked so comfortable Y/n almost sighed out loud. There was a large round table in the centre of the room as well as secret dark corners, hidden by glittering fabric curtains. King Viserys and some of the other council members sat at the wooden table, all turning to look at her. 

“In you come love” Daemon gestured. 

Y/n hesitated for a second before stepping into the glamorous space and curtsying, 

“Your Highness” 

Viserys nodded at her, a kind smile on his slightly red face. In fact, almost all of the council members were looking like the wines were getting to them. All except, Corlys Velaryon, who seemed to be able to handle his liquor better than the rest. 

“Welcome,” Viserys greeted, “Pour yourself a glass Lady…” 

His words petered off, 

“Y/n” she responded with another curtsy, “Lady Y/n L/n” 

Feeling a pair of eyes on her, Y/n turned to see Daemon leaning up against a wall, his gaze trailing up and down her body with a small smirk threatening the edges of his lips. He turned to the bottles of wines and liquors that were spread out beside him on another smaller table. Y/n went over to him, her eyes scouring the same selection of beverages, looking for anything familiar. As she reached for a smaller bottle of clear liquor she recognized from the brothel, Daemon’s hand gripped hers suddenly. Her gaze snapped to his in an instant. 

“I’d recommend this,” he said, guiding her hand to a jug full of a deep burgundy wine. 

She nodded obediently and with his help she poured herself a chalice of the fine wine, tenderly taking a sip, never once breaking eye contact. The heated exchange somehow left Y/n feeling more ruffled than she had felt in a long time. 

“Come, come” came Viserys’ cheery voice again, “Come sit, let us play” 

As Y/n approached the table she realized that each intricately carved wooden chair was already taken. Daemon sat in his, looking both regal and dominant, his thighs spread apart slightly. Y/n’s mouth went dry as she realized her predicament. 

“My lady” Daemon commanded softly, gesturing to his lap. 

She obeyed, perching herself on his thigh, feeling the heat of his breath on the back of her neck, making her shiver. He placed a gentle hand on her upper thigh before addressing the group. 

“Fine, let's play” 

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“Oh ho ho” a council member chortled as more cards were dealt, he was clearly not good at keeping a poker face. 

Daemon leaned forward until his mouth was close to her earlobe, making her breath hitch. 

“Shall I fold my lady?” he questioned. 

“No” she answered calmly, used to the illegal activities of the area in King’s Landing that she typically frequented, “Play on My Prince” 

He chuckled, amused, before stating his position to the group. 

They continued like this, Daemon consulting her, and winning, for multiple rounds. The wines flowed as they played and soon Y/n found herself feeling more comfortable in Daemon’s lap, leaning back against his taut chest, even laughing at the lewd jokes of the council members. His veiny hand, caressed her hip gently, an action which threatened to lull her to sleep. 

“Ahh” Viserys grunted angrily, glaring at Daemon somewhat childishly “I fold! You two have completely drained my coffers!” 

Y/n couldn’t help but smile. 

“It seems like you’ve found your good luck charm Daemon” Corlys added, chuckling with a knowing glint in his eye. 

She blushed, getting up as the other council members did the same, but a warm hand wrapped around her own, pulling her back downward. The other men exited quickly, rumbling laughs and breathy wheezes accompanying them out the door. She attempted to get up again, this time simply to turn to face him. 

“Did I say you could leave?” Daemon’s gruff voice asked in a hungry tone she hadn’t heard from him before. 

She turned backward, looking over her shoulder to meet his stormy gaze. 

“No, My Prince” 

In the newfound silence of the room, all Y/n could hear was the sound of her own breathing mixing with his. 

“You came here earlier tonight with business my lady…” he stated, putting his fingers together in a peak, “My apologies for distracting you…though I did not think you minded” 

“I’ve been sent by the Hand—” 

Y/n gulped. 

“Go on…”

“I was sent by the Hand” she continued, squaring her shoulders, annoyed by her uncharacteristic shyness, “As a gift for My Prince” 

That certainly got Daemon’s attention. She could see him swallowing thickly as his eyes clouded with desire. 

“And why did the Hand send you My Lady?” Daemon teased, smirking, “With all due respect, there are a million whores to choose from in King’s Landing” 

Y/n’s eyes widened at his crude commentary and yet she could feel a pleasurable warmth spreading instantly through her body. There was something about Daemon’s presence that was unlike that of any man she’d ever been sent to please.

“I believe he thought I would be a good fit for you Your Highness” she then smiled coyly, “And likely because I am more skilled than the ‘million whores’ in this rotting city that you speak of” 

Daemon cocked an eyebrow, his grip on her hips subconsciously getting tighter. 

“Please allow me to use my talents” she hesitated, “…Daemon” 

He breathed a small “yes”, consenting in an instant, a desperation in his gruff voice. 

Y/n stood causing Daemon’s hands that were pressing into her hips to go slack as she turned and slunk down onto her knees before him, tucking herself between his spread legs. She looked up at him, running a gentle hand down his chest until she reached the band of his linen trousers which were straining against his erection. He adjusted himself so that she could pull the fabric down, revealing his cock, hardened by desire. 

One hand choked her neck, making the sensitive skin hurt slightly against his palm, while the other gripped her hair, pulling her scalp back so that she was forced to stay in the same position. She gazed down at his rock-hard shaft with lust-filled eyes. 

Allowing him to guide her, she teased the tip with small, gentle flicks, the honed skill coming easily to her after years of practice. She transitioned quickly, flattening her tongue and using it to lick up from the middle of his length and up over the tip. Y/n did this all while never once breaking eye contact with Daemon. He groaned, his grip on her loosening, allowing her to do with him as she pleased. 

“That’s it, good girl” he praised, his voice already tight.

She then sucked upward, her mouth covering each side of his cock, first the left then the right, before taking the majority of his shaft into her mouth. She gagged but soon opened her throat wider, taking in a single inch more and bobbing, taking it until her throat protested and tears began to stream out of the corners of her eyes. Y/n continued doing this, pushing her mouth to its limit again and again as Daemon watched with fierce admiration, his sharp focus practically boring holes into her y/s/c flesh. 

“Let me take control love? Yeah? Please—” He groaned, sounding altogether desperate and much too improper for a prince. 

She nodded, grinning at his anguish, staring down at his glistening cock before it penetrated her mouth once more. Daemon sat up, grunting, thrusting his hips up into her mouth from where he was positioned. 

“Fuck me” he growled, his voice low and lusty as he found a satisfying rhythm slamming in and out of her mouth, “Yes, take it—take it” 

Daemon released a low whine, as her throat gagged and gagged on his pounding cock. She moaned, the vibrations making him shiver. As they continued, Y/n struggled to breathe with both Daemon’s rough thrusts threatening her air supply and her nose running. He wiped her tears away before they fell, thumbing at her cheek with his fingers which were calloused from endless swordplay. He came quickly then, his body convulsing forward and his hands supporting her face, one on either side. 

She swallowed him as he came unhinged, the white liquid squirting into her mouth and down her open throat. Y/n hollowed her cheeks, sucking up his shaft until she detached from him with a satisfying popping sound. Daemon stared at her with reverence, his fingers still holding her cheeks in place, caressing the soft skin distractedly. She smiled, noting the string of saliva that connected her bottom lip to his tip. She licked it sensually, making him groan and grip her face tighter. 

“I think that’s enough love…” he chuckled darkly before leaning down and capturing her attention with a quick brush of his lips against hers, “Besides I’d rather put you on the edge of this table and show you just how good you made me feel…would you like that Y/n?”

She nodded quickly, whimpering a small “please”

Daemon had somehow turned her, a seasoned professional, into a wet, needy mess. And after sucking him off and actually enjoying it for once, she was so hugely turned on that she stood and sat on the table’s edge in an instant. He pressed forward, kissing a lazy trail from her now puffy lips to the sensitive crook of her neck. 

“That’s the spot, huh?” He teased, laughing lightly, his warm breath hitting the cool mark on her skin, making her tremble.

Daemon’s hands made their way further down her body before he followed, slinking until he was the one on his knees before her. 

“Spread those legs open for me love,” he asked calmly, applying light pressure to her thighs, and when she obeyed, “that’s it, good girl”

She waited, the sheer anticipation of the pleasure Daemon was about to bring to her making her shiver. 

“I doubt that the men who come to you at the brothel are pleasing you the way you deserve my lady…” he stated boldly, stroking his rough hands up and down her thighs, “Would you allow me to?” 

“Daemon please” she begged, “I want you to, I do” 

“You do?” He questioned sweetly before adding, his voice suddenly darkening at the edges, “You’re sure you don’t want to beg a little more for me?” 

Her eyes flicked down to his cock which was clearly hard again. 

“Please” Y/n conceded, groaning as an annoying flush of embarrassment tinted her cheeks, “I—I need your tongue…”

“Look at me” he then commanded as he lowered himself before her already sopping cunt. 

She stared into the silvery blue-grey of his eyes, suddenly intimidated by the sheer power she saw reflected in there. She moaned, crying out at the sensitivity as he ran a single teasing finger up her slit. 

“You’re gonna follow my orders Y/n and right now I’m telling you that you’re gonna sit here and let me lick you until you’re shaking like the good little slut that you are. Can you do that love?” 

She nodded and he responded in a second with a crushing slap across the face that caused her eyes to well up immediately with more tears. 

“Shh shh” he crooned as she bit back a cry, “I’m going to need you to use your words for me”

“Yes, My Prince” she murmured quietly, another wave of heat rising between her legs. 

He caressed her face, pain tingling the spot where he had just hit her. 

“Are you ready to be good for me?” He questioned, no malice in his voice. 

“Yes” she repeated, “Please My Prince…”

And with that, Daemon got to work. He lowered his face until all she could see was his blonde hairline peeking out from between her thighs. She gasped as he made contact with her cunt, flicking at it so softly that the tears in her eyes threatened to fall. Her legs quivered in response to each gentle movement. 

“Daemon please…more” she whimpered. 

He hooked his strong hands under her thighs before throwing them over his shoulders, her legs caging him then like a criminal in a cell. He licked at her with the flat of his tongue, using the width to please more and more and more. 

“Mmm” he groaned onto her, his tongue desperately tasting every inch of her cunt, “You taste so good love, so good”

Her back arched up off of the wooden table. She shivered, and groaned aloud, not caring who could possibly hear her within the castle’s walls. Daemon was eating her like she was his last-ever meal and who was she to resist, especially when he had commanded her to enjoy herself? 

Y/n’s body burned to the touch and she felt utterly overwhelmed by the slow-building feeling in the lowest part of her stomach. Soon, she was rocking her hips back and forth with each flick of his tongue, desperate for the release that she clearly craved. 

“Daemon I’m—ugh—gonna mmm” she mumbled incoherently as he pleased her like she’d never been pleased before. 

His hands gripped her hips from underneath, holding her in place as she approached her orgasm, his fingers no doubt bruising the skin of her thighs. He kissed at her clit roughly, the lewd noises filling the chamber, creating a loud echo she thought must be heard out of the castle across the fucking Seven Kingdoms. 

“Wait” 

He paused, rising up to look at her, the sight of his chin covered in her sticky substance making her throb. 

“I need you in me” she begged, not breaking eye contact as she sat up, “Let me ride you please” 

Daemon sat back onto the chair, his legs spread as he beckoned her with a curled finger, curiosity in his eyes. She maneuvered herself so that she straddled him on the tall-backed chair. Gripping the wood behind his head, she ground her wet clit across his exposed length, causing her to gasp and him to groan. 

She looked right at him then, “I’m gonna cum on your cock…” 

“Yes” he agreed breathily, grabbing onto her hips then, “Yes love, make yourself cum for me” 

She slid onto him, his erect shaft sliding into her easily due to her slickness. 

“Gods” he groaned, one hand moving up to her neck, curling around her throat. 

Daemon thrust upward, his slowly snapping cock meeting the downward grinding of her hips, creating satisfaction for them both. 

“You’re so—you’re, fuck” he mumbled through strained growls. 

“I know” she chuckled, now as cocky as him, “I know”

Y/n ground down onto him, meeting his movements with ease that came only from years of practice. She rubbed her clit against his abdomen, making her moan breathily with each roll of her hips. Daemon’s eyes glazed over as he watched with fascination the place where they connected. But something flashed in his eyes when she reached her hand up toward his face, first tucking a strand of his blond hair behind his ear but then taking two fingers and placing them on his soft bottom lip. 

He opened, taking them into his mouth as she rode him, mesmerizing her with his small act of trust and submission. 

“Please” she mewled then, not too ashamed to beg, “Harder Daemon, harder” 

“Yeah? You really want it?” He teased, his gaze sharpening. 

“Yes, yes” she pleaded. 

Daemon grabbed her chin with his meaty palm as he sped up his pace, thrusting aggressively in and out of her dripping cunt, making the chair creak. She threw her head back as much as she could while his hand restrained her, moaning loudly. 

“You’re even more of a slut than I thought you’d be love” he smirked. 

She tensed then, the feeling that had been building and building finally releasing within her. 

“Oh fuck” she cried out, her hips moving in time with Daemon’s punching thrusts, “Fuck, fuck, fuck” 

“That’s it my love” he groaned, spanking her ass roughly with his calloused hands, “Keep cumming, keep taking my cock like a good girl” 

She whined as her orgasm continued to overwhelm her with Daemon pleasing her exactly how she needed. 

“Mmm,” she whimpered, the feelings finally subsiding. 

Daemon held her up, one hand brushing her waist and the other on her neck. 

“Gods” she mumbled, “That was good…” 

“Yeah?” Daemon teased, a wild smirk on his pink lips. 

“Yes Daemon it was good” she rolled her eyes. 

“You know we’re not done yet…”

She stared at him intensely, her eyes flitting down to his still-hard, red cock, causing her to whimper. 

He leaned in to whisper in her ear, “I know a stupid slut like you needs more, needs to cum more…harder, faster” 

A small moan escaped her lips at the thought and in an instant Daemon picked her up and was carrying her across the room. He laid her down on one of the couches that were shrouded by fine silks and fabrics that hung from the ceiling and the posts. When they were settled, he positioned himself behind her, placing a gentle kiss on her puffy lips before focusing on her wet cunt.

As he slid in Y/n moaned loudly, her hands flying back to grip onto him. She tightened around him, clenching as if her life depended on it, her body shuddering. Daemon waited until she adjusted to him before beginning to really thrust, to really fuck her as he had promised. Her neck snapped back as she cried out, consumed completely by the pleasure.

“You wanted it bad huh?” Daemon teased with a cocky voice that meant he was smirking like crazy behind her. 

“Mmm…” she mumbled in response, too blissed out on the feeling to form a proper sentence, let alone a snarky comeback. 

Daemon pulled her hair back off of her face with one hand, allowing him access to her bare shoulders and neck. He kissed a line of wet kisses down from her ear to her upper arm, leaving marks in his wake. But nothing turned her on more than how the sounds of him continuing to thrust in and out of her were lewd and hot as Dragon Fire. 

“Gods you look perfect with my cock filling you like that…” Daemon groaned, then repeated his words, “Perfect—so perfect Y/n” 

He reached over her side then, rubbing roughly at her clit, causing her back to arch and her insides to tense. 

“I can’t—I can’t…” she mumbled, lost to the pleasure.

“You can take it love” he breathed as he thrust his cock in and out of her, “I know you can take it". 

He stopped briefly, allowing her to say no if she needed to. Daemon chuckled then as she grabbed quickly at his hand pulling it back down to her clit with a small whimper of “please”. His veiny forearm was tensed and engaged as he flicked at her throbbing clit. Her chest became warmer and warmer to the touch the more he continued to please her. 

“D—Daemon—fuck” she groaned, her voice practically hoarse from moaning. 

“I know love, I know” he groaned, rubbing at her clit until she was ready to burst. 

Y/n cried out, cursing the very Gods that gave her life as she came. Her orgasm felt like a storm, like a war waging within her. She was tense and boneless at the same time. Daemon ground into her as he pulled in and out, making her clench around him, her cunt desperate for all his length. 

“Fuck” he grunted in her ear, flicking and thrusting through the waves of pleasure, her tightness making him explode within her. 

“Yes—mmm—yes, yes” she moaned, her voice breathy as her cunt began to calm, dripping now with both their cum. 

Daemon turned her onto her back. He had fucked her senseless and now was understandably spent. She curled her leg over him, their naked bodies intertwining. Daemon caressed her arm absentmindedly as she placed playful, light kisses on his neck and cheek. 

“Can we stay here?” She questioned, her voice a gentle whisper.

“We can stay here forever if it’s what you’d like Y/n” 

She tilted her head upward, looking up into his eyes…she could’ve sworn that there were stars in them.  

[azzumei]

2, plus 4.

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a/n: no, no just imagine. JUST LOOKOK

what if..

xiao having quadruplets which are actually his siblings reincarnations?

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genre: fluff

summary: a really cute and wholesome family

warnings: mentions of sex, giving birth, babies.

[name] indicates you, afab reader, xiao being strict ig, reader is immortal, kinda ooc xiao, SHORT BUT PLS BARE WITH ME IM NOT THAT CREATIVE AND IM NEW ::cry::

wc: over 100

the first time you met was the aftermath of a strong blizzard in the local villages.

you watched him, as he ate the snow from the blood stained ground, the sun shining upon you two.

his clothes, torn apart, wounds uncovered, scattered around his body and probably infected, his hair as messy as (your lif-) your cats litter box.

you approach him slowly, then you sat down right in front of him.

you gave him a piece of warm, fluffy bread that you had in your basket. He hesitated to take it at first but really, hunger was the main problem here. (like my mom in my lif-)

he ate it in a millisecond. (yum ig) then you offered to fix his appearance in your house that was just 2 blocks away.

he didnt cooperate at first, but when you offered a certain dish (which is almond tofu btw) that is as sweet as the dreams he, and similiar beings allegedly eat. (in your knowledge of course)

then he finally accepted.

you gave him a pair of shoes you were carrying in your bag so he can walk properly. (dora is that you)

when you both got there, you immediately gave him a bath (dw u didnt look at his penpen), fix his hair, gave him a new pair of clothes and make him satisfy his hunger (and ofcourse how could u forget the almond tofu?)

you gave him a room to sleep in, and tons of blankets.

he was comfortable, but he knew that he had to go.

when you woke up he just vanished.

you thought you probably finally made a friend, but they always just had to go.

---------------⠀♡

the second time you saw him was when he was training with his siblings, you didnt recognize him at first but you got there.

you saw that they needed a medic to assist the yakshas in the wounds that they receive in battles. good thing you practiced medicine.

you worked your way up to make him recognize you, and to atleast talk with him.

alas, you got what you wanted.

''you seem familiar, have we...met before?'' he asked.

''you have! do you remember me, alatus?''

''...''

''....?''

''i believe that i dont go by that name, atleast not anymore. so it seems that i have met you far back.''

''oh right! my name is [name]. do you now remember?'

''..i do remember you. i thank you for giving me...hospitality that day.''

''no problem, so uh, shall i continue treating you, general?''

''yes, yes you may.''

from that day onward, you both were talking everytime he went to your medic tent.

but nothing really lasts forever, yes?

you were rushing the civillians out of the blood painted space,

trying to treat the wounded as you are able.

the bloody screams haunted your ears, the blood splatters on your uniform and tainted hand in red, gave you terror.

your friend, the general alatus. being tortured by karmic debt, killing him slowly.

his siblings, all covered in blood.

you just had to.

you had to save him even if it means not seeing him

ever again.

⠀♡⠀♡⠀♡⠀♡⠀♡⠀♡⠀♡

now here you are, still haunted by that day, but doing quite well.

delivering herbs to baizhu..

doing commissions for extra money..

yeah but thats not it.

there was something wrong.

you had a goal, but you cant really make it up.

oh.

you want see him again.

you need him.

you searched for him day and night

and you finally got a clue, he apparently resided in wangshu inn.

you greeted verr goldet, then asked her if you could borrow the kitchen for a second. she allowed it, and you sprinted right onto the ingredient storage.

grabbing the ingredients for almond tofu, you started to make it.

once you were done, you didnt waste a single breath of going to the balcony.

you called his name and offered almond tofu.

and there he was, right in front of you.

''what do you need, morta-'' he froze. he looked at you up and down.

you were familiar to him, he knows that you both had a bond.

''general alatus, its me. do you remember?''

''of course i remember you, medic.''

then you started a friendship again. (wow its so fast)

strangers to friends, and now

friends to lovers.

you both were just close friends in mortals eyes.

but only if they knew what you both do in your shared bedroom.

xiao always asked during heated times or any part of the day actually, ''why would you be with me? why would you keep being here, by my side. knowing what i did, and my karmic debt-''

you always gave an answer that gave him warmth.

''because i would never even leave a wonderful being like you, i love you, xiao. so dont ever think about that.''

so uh anyway

but as xiao believed, he thought that you both should do those intimate, and close things as a married couple, to follow tradition and courtesy.

so you both wed each other.

xiao's proposal was sweet. short but meaningful.

your ring finger, now decorated with a jade band.

its been about.. 21 years since you have wed, 13 years as mere partners, 450 years since you were both just friends.

you both have spent a lifetime together, maybe longer than that i suppose.

you thought, that maybe life would be a lot more cheerful if you both had children.

you first presented the idea to xiao, he was hesitant at first but he agreed (he would do anything for you.)

so you gave it a try.

at the 3rd try, you were finally with child..ren..?

somehow, xiao sensed that there were more than just one.

they were not one, but four.

if you think xiao would be so overprotective over you even before you got pregnant, then you were wrong. he is 2x. wait no 10x even more protective than before.

when you just want to cook something for yourself, he stops you and he always said

''request the chef for some food, no need to make it yourself. its dangerous.''

''IM NOT PORCELAIN-''

*vanishes*

''...''

''YOU FUCKER-''

and when you want to go out to get some fresh air he is ALWAYS beside you.

''xiao, dear, can i just go out to the garden for a bit? its not like there are monsters around right?, plus you can clear them out in no time!''

''no. if you are willing to go out i will be beside you.''

but dw after your hours of scolding he finally accepts and just watches over you.

⠀✦⠀✦⠀✦⠀✦⠀✦

when your due date arrived, you both were just gazing upon the moon on the balcony.

the starlit sky being so beautiful, children playing happily, grass and flowers waving..

it was so peaceful.

then you asked:

''love, what names shall we give our children?''

''..im not good with names, i could ask mora- i mean zhongli to give some suggestions.''

''hmmm... since there are four of them, shall we give them the names of your siblings?''

''...''

''do you think it is a bad idea?--''

''no, no. I think its...wonderful.''

you both wrapped your arms in eachother,

while you notice something was kind of...

a watery sensation?-

oh.

''xiao, i think my water just broke.''

''whAT.''

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and there he was panicking.

what if something happened to you? or what if something happened to your children?

what if-

the sounds of new born babies crying occupied his ears.

and he was relieved.

''giving birth is tough-...they tore through my fucking pus- i mean what can i expect...the perks of giving birth..''

''love, get some rest. ill look after them for you.''

2 twin girls, and 2 twin boys.

huh, what a coincidence.

fin.

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a/n ; SORRY THIS WAS SO FUCKIGN SHORT I RAN OUT OF IDEAS but dont worry, i will make a fic about how they grew up, and how they are. anyway, thank you @c3lest14 for being my beta reader! and thank you for the wonderful art that was inspired by [name] in this fic:D

the art btw: (its so gorg)

ok ok goodbye every1<3 have a nice day

[shortstrawberry]

Hi hey omf I'm so glad you like my art and such cndmnd and even let me request stuff your writing is so amazing btw omf sorry this got me excited hahaha

But yeah yeah you said I can request anything and if it's cool for you to write abt my lil concept of Donna keeping MC's skull w her?? If it's not too much that is hahah I have the context for it in a reblog— Anyways yeah omf you're so cool ncmsns

For the readers, this is the art @knightlystargazer is referencing to. A wonderful and beautiful piece of work!

Also, ask and you shall receive, always!

Now some trigger warnings: Mildish Gore, violence, depiction of mental breakdown and obsession

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Donna felt the red from her vision clearing away. Still, she only saw red. It was on her clothes, her hands, even on her face. She was covered in red.

The florist knew something has went terribly wrong. The blood was pounding in her ears so loud that she didn't even hear the loud cackling of someone else in her shop. Instead, Donna helplessly stared at her hands, before finally looking down at what she has done.

There, underneath her lay you. The person Donna so dearly loved. Still loves. And you were covered in even more red than Donna. It was all over the floor, and all of it coming from the heart. The very same heart that Donna adored to hear the beat of. Just laying her head against your chest and listening to your heart like it's her own lullaby.

One, two, three, dear lord how many times did I ---?

Donna's hands began to tremble violently, her eyes filling with tears. Her face was so covered in red that anyone would think she was crying tears of blood. And maybe she was, as Donna let out a desperate wail of grief and loss.

The laughter sound of the intruder only got louder at the pained screams of Donna. The florist immediately whipped her face towards the cause of this whole tragedy. The damned monster who has taken away everything from her.

"You! You fucking bitch."

Donna snarled, making Mother Miranda laugh louder. Donna saw red again, but this time it was caused by her own love, and not some twisted spell this witch stabbed her with.

Donna lunged for the woman, her knife ready for taking Miranda's throat. Unlike Miranda who has her cult for protection, Donna has lived her whole life in a war for survival. It wasn't difficult for Donna to physically overpower Miranda.

Donna felt herself crack even more when Miranda just smiled to her face, even with a knife against her throat.

"Go ahead, take my head for all I care. But your so called dolcezza won't come back. Not for you, at least."

Tears burned in Donna's eyes. That's right, what's the use of bloodying her hands with this witch's blood? The timeline would be reset again, and Miranda will make sure that her dolcezza would never even look at her. No, just like the previous rounds, Donna would be a outsider. Trapped in her greenhouse with hemlock and oleanders. Watching everyone else take you away from her.

Donna pushed Miranda away with a frustrated scream, feeling her sanity slipping away like grains of fine sand through a sieve. It's over. It's all over for her. All her life, all Donna has done is to make sure others are happy. Whether it be her sister, Angie, the Dimiterescu family and even this damned Miranda. The one time when she got someone that makes her happy, and it gets taken away.

"Why not spare me just this one round? Just one round?!"

Miranda this time didn't laugh at her. Instead she just looked at a crying Donna with what looks like borderline pity.

"You're just like me. You would have never let go either."

Donna cried harder, dropping to her knees beside her long gone dolcezza. She heard Miranda walking away, but she didn't care. She instead clutched at you, her fingers pressing down on the marks that she has left on the gentle body. Hoping against hope that blood would just stop flowing.

"You promised. You promised. You promised you'll never leave me!"

Donna looked around frantically, searching for something, anything that would keep you with her. Her eyes fell on a potted plant blooming Oleanders.

A flower that means captivating love. A love that is yours forever. A love that she wishes was hers forever.

A twisted smile formed on Donna's red face, knowing what she can do now to keep you with her, forever.

Sarai sempre mio, tesoro

You will always be mine, darling

[jimmy-johns-was-taken]

My Little Sunshine

“Ticci” Toby x Reader

Summary : Nobody was suppose to know, nobody was suppose to find out. You were his dirty little secret, a secret that he swore up and down he would keep. You were the sunshine to his rainy day, but what happens when there no sunshine to chase the storm clouds away?

Warning/Notes : Death, crying, Masky a bitch, Reader is referred to as sunshine, blood, gore, murder, it’s kinda sad, btw I use they/them pronouns for Toby

Words : 745

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Standing at Slenderman’s office doors was nerve wracking, Toby having an idea of what this “meeting” was. Masky, not Tim, but Masky had given the boss a tip on a new suspect. Someone who “knew too much” and was “hot on the proxies trail”. 

Toby knew better though. Toby knew that Masky was out to get them. Ever since Toby arrived, Masky had been out to get them. They took a deep breath in, knocking lightly on the large oak doors.

The meeting went by quickly, Toby was simply given a new assignment. They weren’t punished, not physically at least. Slender had told Toby that it would be no different from any other mission, just another person on the chopping block. And yet, as Toby laid in the small bunk in the proxy cabin, they couldn’t sleep a wink.

It was a brightly sunny day, the weather warm and perfect. You sat on your front porch, watering the wild flowers right below the railing. You were worried, Toby hadn’t returned to your home in two days. The first night you didn’t think much of it, sometimes they just didn’t want to be around people. But when no sign of them showed a second night, you began to worry. You set down the watering can as you looked into the forest. Making a silent wish for Toby to return, you began to hear a low whistle.

Speak of the devil and they shall come.

Toby slowly emerged from the woods, providing you nothing. No smile, no wave, nothing. You waved, smiled, and slowly took off down the porch steps. Toby’s hatchet was in their hands, knuckles white.

“Toby?” you slowly reached them, not wanting to provoke a bad reaction. You stopped a few feet before them before you heard the small sniffles. Was Toby crying?

“Toby?” You called once more, hoping for some response.

“I’m so -fuck- sorry, sunshine,” they didn’t waste a moment, hatchet flying up toward your face. You yelled, dropping back and landing on your ass. Toby’s head and arms twitched, they were freaking out.

“Toby?! The hell-“ they cut your sentence off by swinging again, this time landing a small cut on your shoulder. You sprung up and took off toward the house, aiming for the kitchen with knives. Toby followed after, a string of swears and twitches leaving them. You cried as you ran back into the house and around the corner, slamming into the kitchen island. Toby wasn’t too far behind, throwing a hatchet a little to close to your head. You ducked and screamed, terrified of your beloved. Your back hit the counter as more tears swelled in your eyes. Toby continued to sniffle, wet streaks noticeable on their cheeks.

“Toby, please,” you pleaded as they began to approach, hatchet in hand. You slid down, landing on the floor with a thud.

“I’m sorry sunshine,” Toby was crying, making their twitching worse. They dropped, crouching in front of your crying form. So many questions ran through your mind, most being why. Why would Toby do this?

“Listen, sunshine, this isn’t my choice,” Toby’s voice was soft.

“But you do!” You pleaded, “you do have a choice! I don’t know why your doing this, did I do something wrong?” You knew of Toby’s “work”, but never thought you’d be involved.

“No! No, you could never do wrong.”

“Then why?” You nearly screamed at them.

“I’m so sorry,” it came out a whisper from Toby. Toby cried over a person for the first time since his sister. They grabbed their hatchet and slowly pushed into you, a silent scream leaving your lips.

You looked at him, blood covering you, and began to sing something familiar. Something you sing to Toby when it was a rough day, when they needed a break.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.

You make me happy when skies are gray.

You'll never know dear how much I love you…” the lyric trailed off and the last breath left you. Your death was silent and quick, no pain or agony. Toby wholeheartedly believed that you didn’t deserve to suffer. So many people in this world did deserve to, it’s what they believed, what Slender told them to believe, but you were different.

“Please don’t take my sunshine away,” Toby quietly finished the little song. They couldn’t breathe, only crying and looking at your lifeless body. Thunder was heard, storm clouds covering up the once sunny day.

[beanghostprincess]

Roger really DOES have mad girldad energy and I am feral.

Welcome to my walls btw, it's hot af in Florida, so lmk if you need a popsicle/hj

Just. Omfg imagine Toki and Buggy bonding SO MUCH and Toki is the one who helps Buggy find Her Style and Her Confidence. Oden also has Big Himbo Dad Emergy too, so I bet he'd just be like ":000 a GIRL! WONDERFUL!!! I shall have TWO daughters!"

Roger ofc takes big offense to that and it becomes a shipwide brawl over who gets to be her dad, and Buggy is just laughing, crying, pickpocketing everyone. Only like. Three fellas even have the driving NEED to call her their daughter, they just love the chaos. Shanks is just left GAPING bc ofc he loves Buggy, he always has, always will, but the way she was smiling, the way she's just beaming at the acceptance, no matter how dramatic it is - by Davy Jones, it steals his breath away.

Whatever you do tho, don't imagine Toki dressing Buggy up in traditional Wano attire. Don't imagine Toki taking on the role of aunt or big sister and sharing this culture with Buggy. Teaching her the ways of warriors from her homeland, the codes and dress and recipes. Don't imagine Toki telling Buggy "family secrets" like recipes, fighting styles, etc. Don't imagine Toki just easily saying that of course Buggy needs to know these things! Blood is but the fluid of life, and love is what makes a family - and Buggy has so much love to give, so much to receive, and Toki calls her a child of Wano in heart and soul, in all the ways that matter should Buggy want that.

And Buggy, who has only ever wanted to BELONG, oh she accepts without hesitation.

Leaving Toki behind was hard, but she gifts Buggy an heirloom of sorts, a hair piece that she keeps either tucked under her beanie or safe in a chest, anchored to the floor of her room ((or hidden carefully with Devil Fruit powers)).

The day Toki manages to make/get a suitably sized kimono for Buggy, maybe for a party on the ship, maybe a birthday celebration ((and here I insert my Wano Culture Headcanons, that there's a birthday where children transition to young adults, and it's similar to a quinceñera but different, partially because it's done at 13, and then a second one at 18, a five year period of growth, life compared to butterflies, and so Toki convinces the crew to do these for the Cabin Kids-))

Buggy comes out, hair done, kimono flawless and bright and bold and so very her, a quiet joy on her face, and the crew is FLABBERGASTED.

Roger is sobbing.

Rayleigh has suddenly aged 20 years because oh shit oh gods she's going to be beautiful as an adult, oh damn it all he's gonna have to beat men off of her-

Shanks is caught between swooning, wanting to tackle her, and remembering just how the heck breathing works.

((Roger, Rayleigh, Crocus and Oden do rock paper scissors to get the first dance with her, and it dissolves into a fist fight somehow. Shanks gets involved and bites them. Toki takes the first dance.))

I have. So many emotions about transfem Buggy, bestie, send help it's all my brain can think about.

It's okay, I miss hot weather because here in Spain I am freezing and I am a spring child. My spiritual flower is a sunflower. I need the SUN. I NEED TO GO INTO THE FLAMES. So I'll stay there happily.

Please, Toki would so adopt Buggy. And Oden would be THRILLED. He'll see them getting along and he'd instantly say they look like mother and daughter. Buggy would be shy about it but Toki would probably laugh and say "Oh! Do we really? What do you think, Bugs?" and it's just,, So sweet,, Oden loves her a lot and he can't wait to see his Hiyori grow up too. Roger would be FURIOUS when he hears that because he "found her first" which, you know, true, but it's a weird way of saying that's his daughter. Anyway- Rayleigh would be so fucking done with everything. They'd fight about it and Buggy would actually have the time of her life because she feels important and flashy for once in a long time, and she'd laugh oh so beautifully at them when talking with Shanks about it in their room. Like she'd just laugh at the situation and Shanks is still not getting used to his very very not platonic feelings for his best friend. But he'd enjoy his time with her. He's just going a bit insane.

I can't stop thinking now about Buggy finally finding a place to belong. She's been lost for so long,, Feeling left out. And now Toki has gifted her with the most precious treasure there is: A home. Belonging. And I am so so emotional right now. Toki would be so proud of her and Buggy would just be so thankful. If Buggy called her 'mom' at some point, she'd feel embarrassed right away, but Toki would probably fight the tears and hug her close. Going crazy, really. All the men in Buggy's life fighting for her first dance,, Rayleigh just knows he'll have to fight all the men that hurt his precious star. And Shanks is starting to think about that too and the thought of Buggy dating somebody else makes him sick, so perhaps he needs to start with a plan to confess finally (he's so asking Toki about it. I'm gonna cry). Roger crying because he wants to enjoy every second he has left with her... It kills me.

I just know that to this day, Buggy still thinks about Toki as her mom. She never mentions it to anybody, but she feels such a strong connection to Wano and she's dying to go there finally someday. She might have not been born there, but her soul belongs there. And it's just so sweet. I am sobbing, thank you. Every time she does her hair, she feels Toki's hands instead of hers and she remembers everything she taught her,,,

Now I have on my mind a very silly Shuggy thought about Shanks trying to flirt with Buggy but failing miserably (because he's a kid and he only knows how to tease her or follow Roger's advice which are, um, not good) and Buggy just being so done and exhausted. She can't stand him! He's so annoying! Sometimes she doesn't know if she wants to punch him or kiss him! And she doesn't even know if Shanks likes her back because he keeps acting stupid. And she goes to Toki for advice and she's like "oh, darling... Men are stupid. Do you know why you felt smarter than them when you were unaware of being a girl? Well, one of the reasons is that Shanks is a kid. He's dumb. But he loves you and cares so much for you... He's just having a hard time trying to make his way to your heart" / "But he-! He's so damn- Ugh. He's such an idiot. He already did, and he just doesn't know because he can't see it and I can't stand him-" / "Well, maybe you should be the one telling him, huh?" / "What?! No! And give him the satisfaction of thinking I fell first?! I'd rather die. No. He has to make the first move". And now Toki is involved (like the rest of the crew because Shuggy is a whole teen drama) in their love story because Buggy keeps complaining about men being stupid and Shanks keeps saying he doesn't get how Buggy can't see he's in love with her.

[smokerswifey]

Edited version of first chapter of Persiens Bound!

To all my persiens moots and followers and even just persiens lovers who don't know meI need y'all to read this and also if any of y'all have any idea of how I could start the new chapter, it would be much appreciated! Please send it to me in dms 🫶

I'll try and post this on ao3 too btw my username is VioletKaminari

Anyways I'll shut up please enjoy the read!

Have a blessed day and thanks for reading in advance you have no idea how happy it makes me feel.

BOUND

Nasiens let out another muffled sob into his handkerchief, letting another torrent of tears drip onto his mother’s skirt.

Diane hiccupped, hugging her son even tighter, throwing her husband a helpless look .

King sighed trembly, wiping the trail of tears off of Nasiens’s soft cheeks before clasping Nasiens’s hands in his own .

Nasiens tired, tear filled eyes met his father’s

“ I’m sorry son, I’m so, so sorry…” King whispered, rubbing his thumbs over Nasiens trembling knuckles.

The prince wept softly, his golden eyes shining with desperation.

“ Please Dad, please don’t do this, please dad-I don’t- I don’t want to-please!” Nasiens said fiercely, shaking his head.

King felt his heart break in as he heard his eldest son address him as Dad, something that Nasiens hadn’t called him since he was a young lad . And now today, at freshly seventeen, Nasiens was crying and begging in his arms once again, just as how he used to do when he would plead King to read him one more bedtime story. If only this matter could be solved so simply…

“ I’m sorry…” King croaked, looking down in shame as Nasiens let out a strangled whine.

The prince snatched his hands away from King’s and pulled away from his mother abruptly eliciting a shocked gasp from Diane . He rose to his feet rapidly and backed away from them, his eyes narrowed in accusation.

“ Sorry ? You’re sorry ?! Is that the best you can do ? A simple apology ?” Nasiens spat his hands balled into fists.

King only hung his head earning a disgusted glare from Nasiens .

The prince turned to his mother .

“ M-Mother!” Nasiens cried desperately, his voice cracking. “ Please tell me you don’t agree with this-this-asinine idea, right ?!”

Diane’s purple eyes filled with tears as she fiddled with her fingers nervously.

“…right…?”

“ I’m so sorry my Love…” Diane whispered, ashamed.

Nasiens felt his heart sink into his stomach.

He slowly sat back down, winded.

King sat next to him, placing a complacent but ultimately useless hand on his shoulder.

“ I know your mother and I are asking a tremendous amount of strength and maturity from you, but Nasiens, this… arrangement shall not be for naught. You and that boy will be ensuring eternal peace, friendship and prosperity between both of our nations-“

“ If you and King Zeldris want to ensure peace between our nations so badly, why don’t the both of you end this barbaric war yourselves instead of forcing me-and his son to wed!” Nasiens interrupted hotly, his golden eyes ablaze.

King sighed tiredly, running a hand through his hair.

He looked tired. Exhausted even.

But Nasiens was to angry, to hurt, to even care.

“ Because even if we end this war, nothing can garrantee us that the temporary peace between our nations shall last. A union between you and that boy shall solidify our diplomatic relations and will seal the alliance between both of our nations. Forever! That is why this marriage is essential for the future alliance of our clans, don’t you understand my love ?”

Nasiens stayed silent, digging his nails into the soft skin of his palms.

“ I know this entire situation is awful Nasiens-“King started.

“ It’s ghastly, Father Nasiens interrupted softly, looking up at the king with wet eyes.

“ I always thought that I would wed for love… Not to someone I do not know-with whom I’ll spend the rest of my days in a kingdom that I do not know - away from all my friends and family-away from my siblings-away from Oslo-“ He let out a sharp intake of breath, completely horrified at the idea that he may never see his dog again.

“ I know, my love, I know…” King whispered, pulling Nasiens into an embrace.

“ Do you father ?”Nasiens rasped, pulling away from his father’s embrace.,

“ I know that this union is for the sake of our country and I despite everything, I do understand why you accepted this arrangement-“ And Nasiens actually did understand!

Even though he still was furious over King’s decision, he still understood why King took it. He knew that his father hated the idea of him being married off to a stranger just as much as he did.

But as the king of the fairy and giant clan, his father didn’t have the luxury to take all of his decisions as a dad .

He had to take them as a king and being king meant taking care of the of the country and the people.

Even if you have to put your country and your people before your own flesh and blood .

And despite his anger, Nasiens couldn’t help but slightly sympathise with his father.

But…

“ But…I’m just so scared…” Nasiens hiccupped, hugging himself, “ I can’t bear to imagine leaving all of you-and being alone in some strange kingdom-with some strange and probably dreadful husband…” He trailed off before bursting into tears again.

Both King and Diane threw their arms around him, engulfing him into a warm hug, letting him sob helplessly into their arms as he clung onto their robes tightly.

Nasiens burrowed himself in his parents embrace, sniffling loudly.

He was absolutely terrified at the prospect of having to get married to the prince of the Demon Realm-for the love of the gods, he didn’t even know the lad’s name and now he was expected to marry him in five months ?

In five months, the entire land of Brittania expected him to leave his homeland and his entire family to live with some stranger-in some strange kingdom-never to return-

“ Oh gods..” He whispered, terrified wrapping his arms around his middle.

Diane’s purple eyes met his and softened at his horrified expression.

She gently cupped his face before pressing a long kiss on Nasiens’s brow.

“ Hush, my love, do not fret,” Diane said firmly, “ Although the situation, may not be ideal, you are definitely going through this alone.”

Nasiens sniffed as she wiped the trail of tears off of his cheeks.

“ Your father, your siblings, your family, your friends and I are here for you and will be by your side every step of the way.”

“ And even when you eventually leave for the Demon Realm you won’t be unaccompanied.” King said, giving Nasiens a small smile.

Nasiens hiccupped.

“ W-what do you mean, I thought that the bride was supposed to leave their homeland alone ?”

King’s smile widened .

“ Well you’re half right my love. The bride is obligated to leave her natal kingdom without being accompanied by any of her subjects, friends or family member- however the bride is still permitted to be escorted to her new kingdom by her lady in waiting since a lady in waiting’s duty is to be a companion and a helping hand to their prince or princess.”

“ B-but, I don’t have a lady in waiting…” Nasiens said nervously, wringing his hands together.

He had never felt the need to have a lady in waiting to keep him company since he had always had his siblings and his friends and he was definitely to shy to have someone bathe him or apply oil on his bare body. So his parents had agreed to not get him a lady in waiting, deeming it to not be necessary.

Diane smiled.

“ Actually, you do dear.”

“Tioreh advocated-well more like insisted to on being your lady in waiting when she heard about the engagement so when you do eventually go to live in the Demon Realm, I can assure you, you won’t be alone.”

Nasiens golden eyes lit up, feeling his heart swell at the mention of his sister .

“ She really did that..?” He asked softly, feeling a great surge of affection for his pink haired sister course through his veins.

She was probably the sibling with whom he was the closest to . They had always been a silly little duo, she was the hyper, mischievous troublemaker and he was the level headed, cautious goody two shoes.

They both balanced each other out and were ultimately inseparable but the fact that she had actually insisted to accompany him to the Demon Realm and was also leaving everything behind just so he wouldn’t have to go through it alone brought a small fond smile on his face.

“ Silly girl…” He smiled wistfully, wiping his tears .

King and Diane exchanged a knowing look, smiling at each other before turning to Nasiens once more .

“ And…” Diane continued “ We want you take Oslo with you.”

Nasiens blinked, stunned.

“ Really…?” He gasped, his eyes wide.

His parents smiled at him softly .

“ Really. I think you need him more than we need him right now and beside the poor boy would die of heartbreak if you left.” King said wistfully.

Nasiens eyes gleamed again before he quickly wiped them with his sleeve, giving King a grateful look .

“ Thank you father…” He breathed. Oslo had been his father’s companion ever since he was a young boy and he always had trouble being separated from the dog. He never imagined that King would actually let Oslo go.

King smiled sadly, clasping his hand .

“ It’s really the least I can do, besides I need someone else watching over you besides Tioreh anyways-“

Nasiens let out a small snort, covering his mouth which earned him a pair of hopeful smiles from his parents.

“ I think this was the first time we’ve heard you laugh today .” Diane chuckled mournfully, running her hand through Nasiens hair, relishing in the way the ends curled.

Nasiens let out a soft sigh, nestling into his mother’s warm hand, appreciating her comforting touch even more, now that he knew that their time together was limited.

“ Probably one of the last times, I’ll laugh after I get…married.” He said softly, rubbing his arm .

Diane let out a sad sigh, throwing an arm around his shoulders, pulling him close.

“ I’m just so scared and sad Mother… I always thought that I would marry for love, just like you and father. I’ve always dreamed of having a beautiful marriage just like yours…” Nasiens murmured mournfully, resting his head on his mother’s shoulders.

Diane let out a small sob, holding Nasiens even tighter.

“ That could still happen Nasiens, it could still happen-“ She whispered desperately.

Nasiens didn’t answer. He just continued to stay in Diane’s embrace, his golden eyes clouded and distant.

The queen sniffed loudly, throwing King a helpless look.

“ Son-” King tried but before he could Nasiens gently disentangled himself from Diane’s embrace and stood up, swaying slightly.

“ Father.” Nasiens interrupted quietly.

“ I need some time alone. To rest. To think. And to process this entire situation. May I please retire to my quarters ?”

“ Nasiens, please-“ Diane protested tearfully.

Nasiens ignored her and continued to look at his father.

“ Son…” King tried again.

“ Please…” Nasiens whispered, his voice cracking in pain.

He looked so small.

So tired.

It seemed as if he had lost all the fight in him and all that was left was unheartening resignation.

And as a father King felt so ashamed that he was one of the primary causes of that defeated look on Nasiens face.

He had to let him go.

“ You can go son.” King whispered back.

“ No! Harlequin-“

“ Thank you…” Nasiens choked, giving his parents a small curtesy before pulling the doors open and bursting out of the room.

Diane rose to her feet.

“ Nasiens, no! Come back here, please ! We still need to talk about Perc-“ She screeched, getting ready to pursue him herself until King caught her wrist.

“ Leave the lad be, love.” He said softly, pulling Diane towards him.

She resisted, trying to twist her wrist out of his grip to no avail as she watched Nasiens disappear out of view.

“ No-no-he needs me-we need to talk through this-together-“ She gasped as tears filled her purple eyes.

King managed to eventually tug Diane against his chest, wrapping a securing arm around her waist.

“ He needs space, love…” He sighed sadly, cupping Diane’s red cheek and wiping the tears out of her eyes.

“ We’ll talk to him later but right now the boy needs to be left alone, we have to let him go.”

“ BUT-“ Diane protested loudly, her tears flowing down her cheeks

“ We have to let him go.” King repeated firmly, despite having tears in his eyes as well.

Diane let out a small noise before finally relenting and hugging King back, muffling her sobs into his robes .

King rubbed her back complacently, burying his face in her long wavy hair to hide his own cries as well .

Outside, the skies and clouds darkened and a heavy rain started to pour in the Fairy King’s forest.

The forest was crying alongside it’s king and queen.

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Nasiens burst into his room before slamming the big white doors close.

He angrily tore of his gown ( a simple yet beautiful, white and pale pink short dress made of the softest and lightest fabric with a flowy skirt which was cinched tightly at his waist by a gorgeous golden belt adorned of multiple butterflies of various shapes and sizes ) throwing it uncaringly on his dresser.

He let himself fall onto his bed, not even bothering to change into a decent nightgown before curling into a ball and finally letting the loud wails and cries that he had been holding back escape .

He weeped and sobbed and yelled and screeched until he was laying in a puddle of his own tears and snot.

He wailed until his throat had gone sore and his voice had grown hoarse and his eyes had turned blood red

He cried so so hard and for so long that he eventually cried himself to sleep....

Drifting into a dreamless slumber.

End of chapter one of Bounds.

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[aanoia]

Crazy

Kaz Brekker x reader

Summary; the enemy of your enemy is your friend... unless they are also your enemy

Warnings; blood?, knives, uhhhh violence lmfao, enemies to lovers

Words; 2,000+

This didn't end the way I wanted it to but that's okay

The inspo was from the song Trouble by Valerie Broussard

I'm prolly gonna make a pt. 2 bc im cool

Btw,, when introducing the Night Scarlets, each member will have their code name like this, name (code name)

We wear red so they don’t see us bleed

Kaz Brekker hated many, many people. However, there was one group, in particular their leader, that he hated most. The Night Scarlets. Or the Cardinal, their leader. She has been after Kaz since he joined the business. She and her girls have stolen countless of missions right from under his nose, always having his Crows do the work then swooping in and taking over. She infuriated her.

Hundred dollar bills under our sleeve

We intend not to sleep ‘til we’re dead

The thing Kaz never understood was how. How did she know everything he had planned? He had thought it was spies at first, possibly he had a rat in his nest. But no. Even when he went on solo missions. The Cardinal would always know. 

Drink our problems right out of our heads

Singing oh, oh-oh-oh, oh

Trouble

(Trouble)

Singing oh, oh-oh-oh, oh

Here comes trouble

(Trouble)

“Now, not a word to a single soul about this mission. Hear me?” Kaz asked lowly to his Crows. “If the Night Scarlets find out about this and ambush us I will take each of your hands and shove them down your throats. Am I understood?” The Crows nodded nervously.

“Kaz.” Inej started. “You do know we’ve never said anything before, right? I don’t know how but they always find out, whether we talk or not. She always knows.”

Kaz sighed, “I know.” He answered shortly, turning to look out the window.

Dangerously havin’ the time of our lives

These boys are just poisonous thorns in our sides

“So what do we do about them? I mean, I love the ladies, don’t get me wrong. But these ones gotta go.” Jesper said, toying with his new gun he had just stolen.

“I don’t know if there’s anything we can do, Jesper. They’re practically non existent when they aren’t in action.” Nina responded.

“I mean, there has to be a way to catch them. No one can be completely invisible forever.” Wylan said, his brain running through thousands of possibilities. “Maybe we can set a trap for them?”

Matthias snorted, “They’ll turn that into a trap against us. Bad idea.”

“Well, we need to do something. I need money!” Jesper argued.

“You don’t need it, you’re just going to gamble it all!” Wylan said, raising his voice slightly.

Starting fires wherever we go

Watching ‘em gamble everything they own

The group stopped arguing as the sound of glass breaking filled the room. KAz swung his cane one more time and a strangled bird cry came out. He stuck his hand out the broken window and grabbed the bird. Throwing it onto the table in anger.

“A cardinal.” Inej whispered.

Kaz slammed his hand down on the table, “She knows! She knows! How does she always know!” He yelled, picking up a glass and throwing it all the wall, causing Nina to flinch and Jesper instinctively step closer to Wylan. Kaz looked up with death in his eyes. “Change of plans. We’re killing the Cardinal. No matter the cost.

Singing oh, oh-oh-oh, oh

Trouble

(Trouble)

“Ready girls?” Y/n whispered into the small, barely workable communication device that her Fabrikator, Aisha (Raven), had been working on for months. 

“Yeah.” Luna (Eagle) whispered back.

“Ready, C.” Patty (Hawk) responded.

“Steph?” Y/n asked as she pulled her dark red hood over her head.

A few grunts were heard before Stephanie's ( voice filled their ears, “Yep, ready boss.”

Y/n smiled as she began to climb down the walls of the building to the top window, careful to stay out of the Wraiths' sight. “Great. Let’s commit some crimes. Shall we?”

Stephanie giggles, the clicking of her guns being prominent. “Oh, we shall. Ooo, my fellow sharpshooter, my favorite.” 

The line went quiet as Y/n carefully crawled through the opened window, landing silently in the office. She walked briskly to the desk, quietly rummaging through the drawers. She let out a gasp as her arm was pulled back and a familiar cane wrapped around her neck, causing her back to be flush against someone's chest.

Trouble coming in the dead of night

Trouble making everything alright

“Looking for something?” Kaz said quietly into her ear, proud as to finally catch the Cardinal. 

Y/n sighed with a smirk, “Yes. I am.” She said before kicking out his leg, being sure to not hit his bad one. He grunted and took a step back, keeping the cane around her throat. She took the chance to duck out of the way and push him back against the wall, raising her dagger in between the two.

“Y’know, I was very offended to find out you killed my bird.” Y/n said, her hood shielding her eyes.

“Should’ve told it to stay away. The Crow is stronger than the Cardinal after all.”

Y/n laughed, “Oh, Kaz. You should know by now strength is not the most valuable trait of this lifestyle. It’s intelligence-” Kaz’s eyes widened.

“In which I’d have the upperhand on both of you.” A new voice said as two arms knocked the dagger from Y/n’s hands, bringing them behind her back and ripping the hood from her head. Kaz stared at her as people grabbed him as well. He had never truly seen the Cardinal without her hood, and he hated to admit how her face made his heart stutter,

It’s in your blood

It’s in your bones

You cannot sleep for

You cannot sleep for

The two hostages were dragged down the stairs to see their fellow partners bound in ropes. They pushed the two down on their knees next to each other, causing Kaz to let out a grunt as his leg bent weird. Y/n sighed, disappointed in her lack to see the real trap behind Kaz’s. 

“Well, well, well. Look what I have found.” Pekka said with a disgusting smile, looking at each of the criminals tied up. “A bunch of little thieves who think they are so smart.” Pekka continued on his speech as Y/n struggled with her binds. If only she could reach her ear.

“Kaz.” She whispered quietly, careful to not let the boasting man hear.

“What?” He hissed angrily.

She sighed again, “I need you to kiss my ear.”

Kaz almost looked like he was going to hurl, causing the girl to roll her eyes. 

“What the fuck? No way.” He whispered back.

Whoa, oh

Whoa, oh

Tro-tro-trouble, trouble

“Do you want to get out of this?”

“How will kissing your ear help?”

“Just do it, for Saint’s sake!”

“Hey! Quiet, little bird.” Pekka said, walking over and caressing the girl's face with her own blade. She looked at him in disgust and spit in his face, causing everyone's eyes to widen. Pekka calmly wiped the spit from his face before angrily sliding the dagger against her cheek, slicing her skin.

Y/n smiled at him, “Red is my favorite color, you know?”

Pekka glared at her in anger, “Useless slut.” He said before walking back to his men, pulling them into a circle and talking quietly.

“Now!” She whispered to Kaz who reluctantly brought his lips to her ear, ignoring the water pooling around his knees. His lips met a piece of cold metal and he pulled back, actually looking into her ear to see a weird device.

“What is that?” He questioned, eyebrows raised.

Y/n ignored him, “Raven, are you there?” She whispered to nothing, before a relieved smile came across her face. “Emergency. Help. Now.”

Woah, oh

Woah, oh

Here comes trouble, trouble

After a few moments the door of the house burst open, letting in birds of all different kinds, all flocking around and clawing at anything they could get their claws on, Pekka and his men included and targeted.

“Hey, Cardinal.” A voice whispered from behind the girl as she cut her restraints.

“Raven, good timing.” Y/n responded with a smile, taking the dagger Aisha handed her. “Free the other Scarlets. Leave the Crows for now.”

“No, you let us go. I helped you.” Kaz protested as a few of Pekkas men ran out of the house.

“No can do, Brekker.” Y/n said before pulling her hood back up and going to fight off the men that weren’t scared by the birds.

After a few moments a disgruntled, furious yell broke out, “I will get you and kill you all!” Pekka screamed as he ran from the house, scratches littering his skin.

Y/n whistled to the birds, causing them all to stop and fly out the door, their duty finally fulfilled. Her Scarlets stood beside her as she studied the Crows, still tied up and on the floor, a few adorning bird scratches.

“Free them.” She demanded her girls, who broke out in protest. She raised her hand and they silenced. “They will not kill us. They need us, as we need them.” She addressed their concerns and they reluctantly cut the ropes binding their hands. Immediately Inej stood and got into a fighting stance. Her fellow Crows followed after, other than Kaz, who simply lifted his hand to tell them to be calm.

“We need you, do we?” He asked, taking a step towards the Cardinal.

“Yes, as do we, you. Pekka Rollins is, obviously, after us both. We are small groups. Six in yours, five in mine. Rollins has dozens of Dime Lions. It is simply impossible for one of us alone to take him down. You know that, hence why you didn’t let your Crows attack. Isn’t that correct?”

“Unfortunately it is. We shall work together.” Every bird in the room protested. “Until Pekka is down.”

Y/n smiled and held out her hand, “And then you can go back to getting bested by the Night Scarlets. 

“I’m not planning on it.” He said, not raising his hand, and Y/n, ever so observant, had noticed his touch aversion ages ago.

“Air shake.” 

“No.”

“Come on.”

“No.”

“It’s not a deal unless we shake on it.”

“No.”

“I’ll kill you.”

“No.”

“You don’t have weapons.”

“No.”

“I’m smarter than you.”

“No.”

“I’m cooler than you.” Everyone laughed, even Kaz had let a small, smug smirk fall upon his lips.

“You aren’t.” He said, pretending to shake the girl's hand without touching it.

There are dogs on the loose, there are snakes in the desert (in the desert)

I’m that knife in your boot, girl, I got ya (Girl, I got ya)

I’m your number two man in a fight (In a fight)

“And then, we win. Easy peasy.” Y/n said, finishing explaining the plan to the now group of nine.

“Easy peasy my ass.” Jesper mumbled.

“Language, Jes. A kruge.” Y/n smiled triumphantly as Jesper rolled his eyes and handed the girl a kruge. In the three months the two groups had been working together they had become quite close.

“Oh, yeah. I’m so ready for this. We’re so gonna win.” Patty said with a large smile, her arm linked with Nina’s who nodded along.

Y/n laughed slightly, “We will. Now go. Get rest. You’ll need it. We have a big day tomorrow.”

We are revolutionaries tonight

Singing oh, oh-oh-oh, oh

Trouble

(Trouble)

The office emptied, leaving the Crow and Cardinal. Kaz stared at the map, thinking hard.

“Kaz, what’s on your mind?” Y/n asked, placing her hand next to his to provide comfort without actually touching him.

“We can’t do it. We aren’t strong enough.” He muttered and Y/n laughed. Kaz looked at her in annoyance.

“Kaz. We are just about the strongest lot Kerch has seen. We’ve got this. We’re the coolest bunch in Ketterdam.”

Kaz shook his head with a smile he only let out around her. A genuine, happy smile. “Yes, we’re so cool. Do cool people always talk about how cool they are, though?”

Y/n nodded, “Obviously. Have you met me?” She asked with a teasing smile.

“Unfortunately, I have.” 

Trouble coming in the dead of night

Trouble making everythin’ alright

Y/n put her hand over her heart with a gasp. “I’m hurt. You, Kaz R. Brekker, have wounded me right in the heart.” He smiled at the use of his real last names initial, something she had always done once she learned his last name was truly Rietveld. 

It’s in your blood

It’s in your bones

You cannot sleep for

You cannot sleep for

“Oh no, Kaz, I'm Feeling light headed.” Y/n said, stumbling back towards the bed. She fell once the back of her calves hit the bed frame. “I see the light!” She said, reaching her arm up towards the sky. “Oh, it’s getting brighter! Kaz! It’s getting brighter!” She portrayed blood spurting from her chest, before spasming and falling limp, her tongue hanging from her mouth.

She failed to hide her smile as Kaz’s oh so beautiful laugh filled the air. It was like music to her ears. Compared to most people, Y/n got through Kaz’s walls rather quickly, which surprised everyone, including Kaz himself. She had provided him a safe space, free from the water and cold skin and lifeless eyes.

Y/n continued to play dead even after the laughter stopped, not failing to hear the footsteps nearing the bed, causing her heart to speed up. In just a moment, a soft hand gripped hers and pulled her body up as Kaz pulled her into a hug.

“Thank you.” He whispered, before quickly pulling away before the water rose above his head.

Heat creeped up Y/n’s neck, “For?”

“Making me look cooler by your loserness.” He simply said before walking out, pretending nothing happened.

Y/n smiled to herself, falling back onto the bed, a dreamy sigh falling from her lips. She kicked the air while giggling in excitement. Oh, how whipped the Cardinal was for the Crow.

Crazy.

Woah, oh

Woah, oh

Here comes trouble, trouble