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pythonees · 10 months

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ GUTS — johnny slaughter

WARNINGS: 18+, you're shorter than johnny in this (wiki says he's 6ft), f!soft-bodied!reader, sadistic!johnny (this man thrives off of other peoples pain he would enjoy it in bed too), light knife play, blood play, kidnapping, coercion, crying, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, creampie, typical tcm shit

A/N: please do not flag this for no reason, just block me. flagging my work as mature means it isn't seen by as many people in the tags when searched. Also!!!!, this is really long for no reason (4k words) AND I already have a multi part no slasher!AU in the works that's gonna be bordering on 10 chapters, knowing me it'll eternally be a wip tho...

Taking in a shaky breath, you hold it, willing the pounding of your heart to calm down as you listen for any movement around you. All you hear is the sounds of the forest, but still you sit and wait. You had been separated from the others that you had escaped with, though you suppose separated is the wrong word to use in this situation.

One of the girls that had been captured with you, a tall girl with matted brown hair and milky, bruise covered skin, had shoved you the second she had heard a noise from one of your kidnappers as they gained up on you. You had fallen down a pretty steep slope, thankfully lost in the heavy foliage that covered the ground and shrouded you instead of becoming the bait she wanted you to be.

It takes you more time than you would like to admit to get your bearings back, unable to see anything from under a bush. It hurts to breathe, and your vision is hazy from hitting your head on the way down. There's the sound of a too close chainsaw revving up above you, making the pounding of your head worsen, followed by the screams of the traitor that shoved you down the slope.

"Please, please, don't do this. I haven't done anything wrong!" She cries, as if she didn't just try to trade your life in for her own. You wince when you hear her scream again, drowned out by the chainsaw cutting through her flesh and blood splattering onto every nearby surface. The sound has your stomach curling, but a part of you feels that she had it coming for what she did to you.

When the stomping of the mask wearing man's feet are a distant, you allow yourself to breathe more comfortably, loosening up your death grip on the old piece of pipe you had grabbed as a weapon when you got out of your restraints. Your fingers ache, knuckles popping as they relax for the first time in what has felt like hours.

"That's what you get, twig ass bitch," you mutter under your breath. When your heart beat finally goes back to a more normal level, and you don't feel like you're about to shake out of your skin, you slowly drag yourself out from the brush, looking around the slowly darkening woods for a way to go.

Readjusting your grip on the pipe, you slowly make your way away from the chaos, hoping that they don't look down here for you.

You don't know where you're going or how far you've gotten, all you know is that you greatly regret putting on a skirt yesterday morning. Not only has it gotten caught on just about everything while you've been running for your life, but the humid Texas heat has caused your thighs to chafe something fierce, and it's starting to sting more than the cuts that litter your arms and torso.

Eventually, you find a shallow stream, and you quickly stumble your way to it. Dipping your fingers in, you sigh at the cool water against your sweaty skin. You carefully scoop some up into your hands, not wanting to make any noise as you press your face into your cupped hands.

There's a faint ribbon of red that you watch slowly get mixed into the water, and you dump it into the stream, watching it quickly disappear. You scoop up another cool batch of water, careful to keep any from spilling through your shaking fingers. It's as you're bringing your hands up to sip from the water that you feel all the hair on your body stand up on end, heart racing.

Looking into the trees, you slowly stand up, turning in place. You can't really see anything, but you know you're not crazy. You also know that you're absolutely fucked. The forest is not something you find yourself in often, or at all, really, and considering it borders onto these crazy fuckers property... they probably knew where you were the whole time.

You want to yell, to scream out your frustrations onto whoever it is that's following you. But your voice is dry, and even breathing has started to feel like too much, your voice cracking around the whispered words, "I-" you swallow roughly, eyes frantically looking around, "I know you're there."

You hear nothing around you, but you know. There are eyes on you. Just how close... you have no idea.

The next breath you take is shaky, eyes watering as you hop over the little stream. Taking another look around you and still finding nothing, you continue on your way.

Crickets jump around you as you carefully make your way to what you hope is safety, spooking you every time they jump in front of your vision. You're struggling for air as the mounting panic starts to cloud your senses, breaths coming in rushed puffs. Your heart is pounding in your ears, so loud that you don't hear the sound of someone walking behind you.

You let out a scream when the back of your shirt is grabbed and yanked, thrusting your elbow back as hard as possible and hitting them in the stomach. There isn't any give, a hard plane of muscle that probably hurts you more than them.

"Well! Look who we've got here!" The man says, a laugh coating his voice. His hand twists in your shirt, the collar of it tightening around your throat. With a rough yank your back is flush against his chest, and you catch the glint of his knife as he presses his fist into your stomach, the tip of the blade nicking the underside of your breast.

You hiss in pain, flinching away from the blade and bumping into his chest. The nearly too tight grip he has on your shirt disappears, but you aren't able to take a breath before that hand has come around to grip at your throat. The thick expanse of his calloused fingers press into your smooth skin, the pressure your neck a warning that has you freezing on the spot.

His fingers flutter, pressing into the sides of your throat, and the breathy sound you let out has both of you freezing in place. His chest pushes against your back as he takes in a deep breath, the exhale painting goosebumps along your damp neck. The man's grip loosens just slightly, before squeezing again. Another moan is pulled from you, and you can feel the man laugh against your back, the low tone sending shivers down your spine.

"Oh, am I gonna 'ave fun with you." The man drops the hand from around your throat, using it to grip your upper arm, steering you back the way you came. The tip of his blade is still scraping your skin, the constant pain seeming to send shocks all over your body. He takes a sharp turn that you aren't prepared for, a gasp leaving you as he shoves you up against a particularly thick tree.

The blade in his hand is dropped to the forest floor, his left hand cupping your cheek roughly as he directs your face up to his. His brown eyes are impossibly dark as they take you in, free hand palming your waist. He’s hiked up your flowy, flower patterned shirt, his big hand sliding up your torso to thumb at the cut under your breast.

You hiss in pain, but that only seems to excite him, the man bringing his blood covered thumb up to his lips, tongue poking out to guide the appendage into his mouth. The low moan that escapes him has you clenching your thighs together, eyes wide as you watch his thumb slide out of his mouth, traces of your bright red blood left on his tongue.

“Fuck, best thing 've ever tasted,” he mutters, hands moving to collect more of the slow trickling blood. Your hands are shaky as they grip onto his blood stained tank top, watching his face as he stares down at his hand, thick fingers disappearing into the meat of your breast instead of swiping up more of your blood.

He dips his head down to mouth at your neck, teeth unforgiving against your skin. His tight grip on you and the tree at your back keeps you from flinching away, at his mercy as his teeth work at your flesh. He doesn't break skin, but it's a near thing, a bruise no doubt starting to form already.

“Ah, hurts,” you whine, tears prickling at the corner of your eyes. Despite the pain, you don't try to push him away, hands steadily holding his black tank. Hot puffs of breath dance over your damp skin as he laughs, running his tongue over the bruised flesh before pulling back to look at you.

“That so?” Hesitantly, you nod, heart pounding as you let your weight fully rest up against the tree, breathing shaky as his previously idle hand starts to palm at your breast. His large hand seems to engulf you, and you can't help but push into his touch. He's rough with this too, as you suspect he is with all things, groping you while he watches on with a satisfied look on his face.

Slowly, your fingers unclench from his shirt, and you press your hand flat against his chest. You can feel his warmth even through his shirt, hands trailing absently over his defined pecs. You watch your hands move as he chuckles, eyes flicking up to find him smirking down at you.

“Pretty little thing like you,” he starts, thumb running along your cheekbone, “bet you're sweet all over, ain't ya?"

The next breath you take is shaky, eyes wide and glassy as you stare up at him. He hums, head tilting as he observes you.

“Wanna know what I think?” He whispers, head dipping down again. This time he doesn't bite you, though there's still a twinge of pain as he sucks over the bruises his teeth had made. Your response is lost in your gasp, knees buckling at the unexpected current of pleasure that wracks through you. If it weren't for him pressing you against the tree, you would probably be on the ground right now.

“Think I'm gonna keep you all to myself. You'd be my good girl, won't you?” He moves up to mouth at your jaw, wet open mouthed kisses following his path to your mouth, “Whaddya say, think you could be Johnny's good girl?”

Through the fear pumping through you at the thought of what would happen to you if you said no, there's a part of you, a sick and twisted part, that really, desperately wants to succumb to this sadistic man's whims. You know saying yes would be just as bad as what will happen if you say no. There's no knowing what he would do to you, but that part of you frankly doesn't care.

“Please,” you whisper, letting your hands wrap around his broad torso, palms flat against his back as you press his muscular body against yours, as if he could get any closer, “so good. I'll be your good girl.”

You don't fight the hand on your face as he guides you, eyes fluttering at the close proximity of your faces. Johnny's eyes are crinkled at the corners, his smirk pressed against the corner of your mouth, “Good.”

Johnny's lips are aggressive as they press against yours, seeming to consume you as his tongue bullies its way into your mouth. There's nothing you can do but endure the attack, moaning and gasping into his mouth as his other hand continues to grope you.

Overwhelmed by the force of his kiss, you can't keep yourself still. Tree bark scrapes your skin with every shudder his skillful tongue pulls from you, but you barely feel it. All you feel is him, his all encompassing presence that looms over you and threatens to consume your very being.

Through his jeans and your skirt, you can feel his erection pressing into your lower stomach as you shift against him. The feeling of it seems to awaken something in you, a primal urge you've never felt before, your hands dropping from his back to pathetically fumble at the bottom of his tank. Once you get your hands on his skin you can't keep them still, running them up and down the warm expanse of his back.

You can feel slight imperfections on his skin, long lines of damaged flesh that match the scars on his face. You trace over them, letting your nails trail over his skin in your exploration. There's barely enough space between you to breathe, but somehow you're able to wedge your arms between the two of you to trace over his stomach.

The skin there is soft, though you can still feel the faint definition of the muscles beneath. You continue to run your hands up, though just as your fingers dance along his pecks the hand groping you is instantly grabbing your wrist, yanking it out and pressing your hand roughly against the tree next to your head.

“Not yet, I ‘ain't had my fun,” he mumbles against your neck, giving your bottom lip a little nip before he pulls away completely. He lets go of your hand, the other dropping from your face to pull up the bottom of your skirt. His big hands palm at your ass, fingers harsh as they squeeze.

All too soon he's stepping back from you, arms crossed as his eyes drag over your form. You feel squirmy under his gaze, fingers fidgeting with each other as you wait for him to say or do anything.

“Y’look like you have too much clothes on,” he says, and you can hear the hidden command in his words. You're quick to ruck your shirt over your head, the thin lace bra sticking to your sweaty skin. Trembling fingers take longer than you'd like to work the button of your skirt, though once that's open you're able to shove it down over plush thighs, letting it fall to the forest floor.

“That's it darlin’, why don't you get laid out real nice for me, huh?” He's leering at you, watching the way your body moves as you sit down on the forest floor. He seems to enjoy watching you follow his every command, hand absently palming his erection the whole time.

You're careful as you lay down, making sure to stuff your now dirt covered clothes underneath you as some sort of padding. There's still rocks and sticks that make it uncomfortably uneven, but at least they won't be cutting into your skin. Once you're settled, thighs clenched tight and hands fidgeting on your stomach, you look up at Johnny as you wait for instructions.

He hums, taking the few steps needed to stand at your feet, “Good girl.”

You can't keep the pleased hum down, watching him with wide eyes as he start's unbuckling his belt. He doesn't bother to take it off though, undoing the button and zipper before he's kneeling at your feet.

He plants both hands on your knees, pushing them open to stare down at you. You know you're wet, you can feel the fabric of your panties sticking to your skin uncomfortably. There's probably a wet spot too, and you turn your head away when you notice the smug look on his face.

A thick finger presses right over your hole, going as deep as the fabric can allow. Your pussy clenched at the intrusion, desperate for him to fill you. Rolling your hips up, you try to force the finger deeper, huffing when he pulls away.

“What a desperate little thing, hmm?” He slips a finger through the crotch of your panties, pulling them off of you roughly. You lift your hips to help aid the process, hands falling between your legs to cover yourself up.

"Thought you wanted to be my good girl," Johnny says, hand coming up to gently cradle the side of your face, a sharp contrast to his mean glare and condescending tone that he directs at you. Your heart pounds in your chest, legs falling open to allow him enough space to shuffle forward.

"I do. I- I am," you manage to choke out, slowly pulling your hands away from where you were covering yourself. Instead you fist them in his dirty shirt to try and bring his mouth down to yours, whining when he doesn't budge at your insistent tugging.

The smirk that spreads over his face sends a shiver down your spine, and his thumb glides down your cheek to prod at your kiss swollen lips. He tugs the bottom lip down, pressing the pad of his thumb roughly against your tender flesh.

"Open," he commands, and you do so without a thought. He's slow as he eases his thumb into your mouth, letting you lave your tongue over his calloused skin before it's easing further into your mouth. His thumb, thick and long and big like the rest of his fingers, teases at the back of your throat, and you feel tears collecting as you fight back the urge to gag at the intrusion.

He takes pity on you, slowly pulling his thick thumb from your mouth to then harshly press it against your clit. The rough pressure has your hips bucking, not knowing if you want to roll up against the touch or pull away. Johnny doesn't give you an option either way, thick fingers practically disappearing into your thigh to keep you still, gripping so hard you're surprised they haven't torn through your flesh.

You can't stop the desperate sounds that fall from your lips, your pleas garbled as your legs fall further open. His blunt nails scrape the delicate flesh above your clit as he abuses your sex, drawing loud, drawn out whines as you writhe on the forest floor. Johnny only seems to thrive on your suffering, shifting so that he can press two fingers into you at the same time. You're embarrassingly wet, so they easily slide in despite how thick his fingers are, relieving the empty feeling that has settled over you.

“Fuck, woman, you're wetter than all hell,” he's sat back to watch the way your cunt greedily sucks his fingers in, hips rolling down to match the thrusting of his fingers. Wet squelching fills the forest, your soft, breathy gasps barely heard over the sound.

Johnny crowds into your space, leaving a trail of bites up your neck and to your lips. The kiss is rough, teeth clicking together from the rough treatment before he comes in at a better angle. It's dirty and sloppy and wet, teeth biting at your bottom lip every time he pulls back to take a breath.

It's too much, a sensory overload that has your brain turning to mush. His fingers curl aggressively inside you, thumb rubbing painful circles on your clit. Slowly, your hands release the death grip they have on his shirt, unsteady as they move to thread through his short hair. The tight grip you have on his hair has him growling out a warning, the nip he gives to your lip drawing blood.

You hastily grab onto the back of his shirt, tears blurring your vision as you pull back from his lips with a desperate gasp. Heaving breaths escape your lips, moans and whines tumbling into pleas as you beg him not to stop. He presses a kiss to your forehead that's more teeth than lips because of his wide grin, a dark chuckle following soon after.

Hips rolling desperately into his touch, you chase the orgasm you can feel building.

“That's it, give it to me,” his voice is low, and the command sends a shiver down your spine, cunt clenching around his fingers. Your gasps get stuck in your throat, high pitched whines drowning out the sound of your arousal as you cum.

Johnny doesn't let up even after you've cum, fingers working at you at a brutal pace, bringing another orgasm that hurts as much as it feels good. You try in vain to pull away from his touch, but he just holds your hips down with his free hand, fingers working ruthlessly as you twitch and cry.

“Good girl,” Johnny finally lets up, pulling his soaked hand from between your legs. He licks a long stripe up his fingers, chuckling at the fucked out look on your face, “sweet as honey.”

You can't do much more than lay there watching him as he sits back on his heels, quickly pulling his tank top up over his head. His chest is littered with scars, and you can't help the way your eyes trace over each pale line that decorates his skin. They look like they were painful, and you're brushing a hand over one before you can even think.

Thankfully he doesn't get mad at you touching him this time, silent as he lets you explore. His skin is warm and surprisingly soft, a light dusting of hair trailing down from his belly button and disappearing into his pants. You let your nails trail through the hair, relishing in the deep sound that rumbles in his throat.

Lips pulled between your teeth, you can't help but admire the way his arms move as he works on pushing down his jeans. The muscles move under the flesh, arm as sturdy looking as the rest of him. You tug on the band of his jeans, inching them down over his legs, eyes laser focused onto his cock, no underwear in sight.

Your fingers wrap around his erection easily, swiping your thumb over the angry red head to collect the wetness there. The groan he lets out is heavenly, but he grabs your wrist and pulls your hand from him.

“We don't have the time for that right now, darlin’,” he says, shoving them down the rest of the way and kicking them off to the side. He pushes your legs up and open by the underside of your knees, shuffling forward to fill the empty space, “Now you be a good girl and hold these legs open for me, an’ I'll be makin’ you scream in no time.”

He lets go of your trembling legs the second you reach for them, grabbing the base of his dick and rubbing the tip through your folds, left forearm resting on the ground next to your head. It catches on your fluttering hole with every pass, a tease that has you whining for more, rocking your hips as much as you can.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity but has only been a few seconds, he slides into you, letting go of his dick to rest his arm on the other side of your head. The stretch is painful, and you instinctively clench around the intrusion. He doesn't stop, merely laughing at your wince as his hips settle against yours.

There's no grace period given. His hips are pulling back before you can adjust to his girth, drilling into you with a deep and brutal pace that has you wailing. You can feel the sharp sting of your nails from how hard you're clenching your thighs, the pain seeming to heighten your pleasure.

Johnny's grin is wide and full of teeth, you can feel it against your neck. Then he's digging his teeth into the flesh, abusing the bruised flesh. You can't feel it though, lost in the haze of his cock pounding into you. You feel the breath being knocked out of you with every thrust, eyes blurry with the onset of tears.

Your throat hurts from your wailing, pleas barely distinguish whenever you're able to attempt speaking. Johnny either doesn't understand you or doesn't care enough to figure it out, laughing at your babbling. When he pulls back you can see blood on his lips and teeth, and then you feel the sting of the bite he left on you.

Johnny presses his lips to yours as your face scrunched up in pain, the coppery taste of your blood lingering even after he pulls away. You chase the taste off your lips with your tongue, unable to follow his lips as he sits up.

“Fuck,” he drawls, the voice drawn out as he bottoms out in you, watching the way your hips twitch to try and get any sort of friction, “fuckin’ soaked through that pretty little skirt you got layers out under you, best pussy I've ever had.”

Then there's a large hand fisting the hair at the back of your head, yanking your head back. Your yelp of pain is drowned out by the obscene sounds coming from your pussy while Johnny uses you as if you were a toy. Pace bordering on brutal, you hold onto your sweat dampened thighs as he chases his high.

He licks and nibbles at the still bleeding wound on your neck, drinking from you as his thrusts shift you across the forest floor. The salt from your tears sting as it hits the bite marks that cover your neck, a loud moan following when the taste of salt hits Johnny's tongue.

Thrusts becoming erratic, your only warning is his teeth clamping down on the side of your neck before you feel the liquid heat of Johnny’s cum filling you in bursts, pushed deeper into you by tiny thrusts. It's only when he finally stills inside of you that you are able to breath, taking big gasps as you gather yourself.

“Mmm, what a good girl you are,” Johnny mumbles against your neck, pulling back to look you over. You probably look a mess, hair frizzy from the heat and being yanked on by Johnny. You're also covered in blood, though Johnny probably relishes in the fact that he put it there. It's when his gaze settles on where you're still connected that you feel your face heat in embarrassment.

As he pulls out you can't help the way you whimper, desperate for him to fill you back up despite how tender your abused sex feels. The trail of cum that follows is quickly stuffed back into you by two thick fingers, plugging you up with his cum.

Large hands slide under your ass, tacky with your arousal. Your hands fall away from your thighs in surprise as he lifts your lower body off the ground so that you're resting on your shoulders.

“Probably tastes even better mixed with me,” he mumbles more to himself than to you. As Johnny licks a long stripe up from your fluttering, dripping hole to your clit, you find yourself melting into the pleasure that he is giving you, no longer caring about what will become of you when he's had his fill.

©︎ pythonees — do not, under any circumstance, repost, plagiarize, modify or translate my work.

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zafirosreverie · 6 months

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Julieta & Bruno headcanons

for @hectic-hector we both know these two are the best!

They're 15 minutes apart

Julieta gave Alma a heart attack because she was born calm, without crying or noise.

But she was the healthiest baby. Bruno was born weaker and smaller than his sisters.

He couldn't sleep alone, he always had to be between his sisters, but over time Pepa became more independent, leaving them alone.

It never bothered Julieta, and even after getting their own rooms and gifts, she would always leave an empty spot next to her on the bed, knowing that Bruno would appear at any time of the night.

While Pepa preferred to play outside and explore, Bruno and Julieta were home children. They would play chess, cards, puzzles, or read together.

They were the ones who could pretend to be each other, which greatly bothered Pepa. They stopped when they realized that it really hurt her not to look like her siblings.

Bruno was Julieta's guinea pig while she learned to cook. He trusted his sister, and no matter how bad the food looked, he would eat it and be honest about the taste.

Because of this, Bruno actually learned to cook and is really good at it, he just prefers to leave the hard work to his sister.

But he doesn't hesitate to take over if Julieta needs to rest.

Bruno was the baby when they played. Always. Sometimes it was hard for him to know when the game ended because Julieta would treat him like a baby anyway.

He's a gentleman and he was since he was little. He would open the door for his sisters or help them cross puddles or give them the hand when they went down the stairs.

Again, with Pepa more interested in exploring and being independent, Bruno stopped doing it with her, but he always did it for Julieta, even as adults, he still retains those instincts and makes sure to be a total gentleman with her.

Pepa complains about this, saying that he was never "good" to her and that it was obvious who his favorite sister was.

Bruno simply agrees and hugs Julieta while he sticks his tongue out at Pepa.

"As if she wasn't your favorite too" (Yes, yes she is. Julieta is the favorite sister of her two siblings, but they still love each other…in their own way)

Julieta just laughs, but she hugs Bruno back while she smiles evilly at Pepa just to annoy her.

"Mamá!! Your children are evil!!" "I don't remember any of them breaking my vases as kids, tho" "I can't believe this family treats me like this, betrayal after betrayal." (Pepa's the drama queen, you can't change my mind)

Bruno was not very good at school, he was better than Pepa, but he still had a hard time understanding many things. Julieta spent afternoons patiently explaining to him what she had understood.

For that reason, Bruno got used to going to her when he had doubts, even after returning to the family.

Julieta's the secret keeper for both her siblings. In a way, she knows them better than Alma (or Félix in Pepa's case) ever will.

When Julieta felt too pressured by the expectations of her mother and the town, she hid in Bruno's room.

He never questioned it, he simply sat with her, listening to her without interrupting and offering hugs from time to time (he didn't know what else to do).

She knew that she didn't have to be perfect with him, that she could make mistakes, do stupid things, scream, jump, just be herself, without fear of being judged.

Bruno loves those moments. He got used to seeing his older sister as a perfect doll, it was nice to be able to see her being human again.

Julieta was the only person Pepa couldn't beat in a fight (the woman is strong, okay? We don't give her enough credit just because she's the calmest of the triplets), which is why Bruno hid behind her every time Pepa intimidated him.

She cooked whatever she was in the mood to make, but it was more common for her to spoil Bruno with food than her sister and mother. But she would never admit it.

When the grandchildren were born, Julieta's daughters immediately chose him as their favorite "mom's sibling".

"It wasn't enough for you to steal my sister, now you are also taking my nieces from me?!" "Pepa, your cloud!"

When his sisters started dating, instead of trying to seem intimidating, he would simply tell the suitors that if they hurt any of them, he would give them a horrible vision (he knows his gift doesn't work like that, but it was his way of protecting Pepa and Juli).

His favorite niece is Mirabel. No questions, no doubts. I'm not even going to argue this point, I'll just say that she was his favorite from the moment she was born (probably because she looked so much like Julieta and in a way he felt like he could repay her for all the love and care she had for him through Mirabel).

The night he disappeared, the only person he had time to write to was Julieta. He didn't tell her where he was going, he just asked her not to hate him and that he promised her he would be okay. He thanked her for everything she had done for him and said he was sorry for not being the best brother to her.

It was the worst pain Julieta had ever felt. It was as if she had lost one of her babies, and she refused to leave her room for weeks, clinging to that letter.

In the end, only Pepa was able to get her out of there, reminding her that she still had her, and that she needed her. The two became closer in those years because of the fear they had of losing each other too.

Julieta hated her mother and sister's unspoken rule not to talk about Bruno. She hated it with all her soul, but she knew that she couldn't do anything about it if she didn't want to make things worse for Mirabel.

She didn't say anything when Pepa went to vent to her and inevitably ended up cursing Bruno, she simply sat next to her and hugged her, even if she didn't agree with what she said.

Still, she couldn't be mad at Bruno. Hurt, sad and desperate maybe, but never really angry.

She could never hate him, she could not curse his name nor could she harbor resentment in her heart for having left her. He was still her brother and even though she didn't know where he was, she still loved him and refused to say a single bad thing about him.

Bruno not only chose the hiding place near the kitchen because of the free food, but because it is the place where Julieta spent the most time, and being with her (even if she didn't know it) calmed him down and made him feel better.

He sometimes wondered if what he did was worth it, as he listened to Julieta break down little by little.

There's no way in the world Julieta left him out of her sight for more than a few minutes when he returned. There was simply no human power that would make her turn away from him, for fear of losing him again if she looked away.

Bruno didn't care, knowing that he had years to make up for hurting her.

Curiously, rebuilding his relationship with her was more difficult than with Pepa and Alma or anyone else.

Perhaps because he had never been as close to them as he was with his older sister, and it broke his heart to realize that the reason the miracle had broken in the first place was not just because of Alma's expectations on the family, but because he himself had broken the strongest bond he had as well.

It took a few months for them to start trusting each other the same way they had. Bruno had to learn to talk to her freely again, without sounding like he was walking on eggshells around her.

And Julieta had to learn to give him space, to trust that he wouldn't leave again and take his word that she hadn't been the reason he left in the first place, that she really had done enough and more for him.

It was a slow process, but they managed to make it work and that was all that mattered to them.

And that's all for now because I could go on and on about these two and we would never leave this post. I just love them so so much!!! (and Pepa too)

#julieta madrigal #julieta my beloved #bruno madrigal #julieta madrigal preference #julieta madrigal imagine #bruno madrigal preference #bruno madrigal imagine #julieta & bruno #madrigal triplets #at least two of them #encanto preferences #encanto imagines #encanto headcanons #encanto

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mahs-dumpster · 3 months

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Disappointment

a/n: I cannot get this event out of my head I cannot get them outta my head SOMEONE HELP MEEEEEEEEE *EXPLODES*

cw: constant bickering/arguing, if you don't vibe with that– oc x canon (Isabelle x Leona), spoilers for Tamashina Mina/Cloudcalling on The Savanna

words: idk tbh I wrote the second half here on Tumblr so... No counting of words this time. It's probably more than 1k tho

“I did not know you would bring acquaintances with you.” Isabelle spoke as soon as she entered the room and Leona's ears shot up as his body flinched. Kifaji smiled upon the sight of the girl and the others just stood there a little bit confused at who she was. Isabelle walked all the way towards Leona, her arms crossing as she frowned at him. “I thought you’d skip this year as well.”

“Yeah… Kifaji here didn't let me forget this time.” Leona quickly glared at the older man who simply shrugged, not wanting to be involved in their little argument. “What about it?”

“You have the audacity to ask me that, seriously?” Her fingers pinched his cheek, making him complain painfully as the others just stared in awe at the bravery of that tiny girl. “You finally decide to attend the event and instead of texting me, or coming to greet me you ignore me as if I'm just some random girl? Did your parents teach you nothing about being a proper gentleman?”

“Just stop it already, sheesh!” Leona grabbed her hand so it’d stop pinching his cheek, his eyes glaring daggers at her. “Don't come at me with all this talk, mousey, I don't have any duties with you.”

“You must've missed the memo, Leo, because actually you do. I'm your fiancée, you bonehead.” Isabelle snatched her hand from his grasp and sighed, a hand on her hip. “Fine. You don't need to tell me where you are at all times, I get it, but please, at least come and greet me once you arrive. I had to learn from Kifaji that you were here.” Her expression softened as she looked at the older man. “Thank you, by the way. I greatly appreciate it.”

“You told her I was here?”

“It's simply one of my duties. And don't tell me you were planning to avoid her too…”

Leona rolled his eyes as Isabelle frowned at him again. He then noticed the pairs of eyes that kept staring at them, so he sighed. His hand went to rest on Isabelle's head, who blinked in confusion. “Right. This is Isabelle Desrosiers. My arranged fiancée.”

“My, my, my… I didn't know Leona of all people could manage to date anyone… and a fiancée too, you both must be really in love to plan to marry on such a young age.” Lilia teased, and Vil smirked at the joke.

“That's true… although I must say, miss Isabelle here can do much better." Vil clears his throat, his demeanor changing into a charming smile. "May I ask, would you be the princess Isabelle Desrosiers? It's a pleasure meeting you.” The blond asked, and Isabelle nodded.

“That would be me, yes. And I’d appreciate it if you didn't mock my fiancé.” Her voice was stern, and despite her height, she gave off a powerful presence, making some of the people – Kalim, Daisy and Grim, that is – shudder, intimidated. “It is a pleasure meeting you guys, any friend of Leona is my friend as well.” she smiled softly, her demeanor completely changing, and they felt confused.

It made no sense for her to demand respect for Leona, while she herself was arguing with him a moment ago about not having manners… despite that, Leona smirked, his arm now resting on Isabelle's head, making her grow irritated.

“As you heard, my future wife is oh so very protective of me, so would you all be so kind as to not disrespect me in her presence?”

“Stop that. I'm not your arm rest.” The girl got off his touch and sighed, trying to calm herself down. Then, she courtseyed gracefully to everyone. “I apologize for my sudden intrusion, you all must’ve been rather spooked.” She then looked at their outfits up and down, confusion on her face. “And… if I may ask, why are you all wearing liongarbs…?”

“Oh, we’re competing in the Bead Brawl!” Kalim explained happily, no longer intimidated by the princess standing in front of him. “Leona was going to get us all to train a little, ain't that right?”

“Oh. Yeah, I will.” Leona suddenly seemed a bit nervous, but he tried to appear as calm as ever. Isabelle tilted her head.

“The Bead Brawl? And you're helping them train?” The princess looked up at him, giving him a questioning gaze. “And why exactly would you do that? You're not exactly the type to do this out of the goodness of your heart.”

“Well… his highness is–” Kifaji was interrupted by Leona, who glared at him and moved his head. He glanced at Isabelle who was currently busy looking at Kifaji, waiting for the explanation, and then the older man understood. “His friends really wanted to participate. I'm… yes, I'm the one who told him he should help, as a way to thank them for coming.”

“So… you're no longer running from your duties? You’ll give your lessons?” She asked, a faint smile on her face as she looked up at Leona.

“...Yes.” he lied, but kept looking at her, trying to look and sound as sincere as possible.

Isabelle grinned, a chuckle escaping her mouth.

“Well, who would've thought?” She said, her hand resting on his arm as he stared at it. “I'm proud of you for doing that. What are we waiting for? I will accompany you all. Come on!”

And then, Isabelle left the room, the others quickly following her suit after giving Leona a few glances and throwing a few jokes. The lion beastman groaned and Kifaji looked at him, confused.

“Why did you not want her highness Isabelle to know about your schemes? You even told me.” He asked, and Leona simply looked at him with a small frown.

“If I did she'd keep nagging me for ‘not being a good prince' or whatever. I'm not into hearing her little squeaks of complaints at the moment.” He explained, but his demeanor looked more worried than annoyed, his expression pensive as Kifaji looked at him.

Could it be…?

“Do you not wish to disappoint her, perhaps, your highness?” Leona stayed quiet for a moment, before clearing his throat.

“Don't speak nonsense, Kifaji. Come on, they’ll be suspicious if we don't go soon.”

•••

Leona sighed, tired. He was back at the hotel, refusing to go stay at the palace and find his brother there. He heard a knock on the door, and he could smell her faint perfume before he went to open it and saw her face.

"What?"

"Good night to you as well." Isabelle says, getting into his hotel room before he even let her. The man didn't react, closing the door behind him. "I thought you'd be out of your liongarb by now. Maybe already in bed." She sat at the end of the bed, her arms crossed as she stared at him.

Leona began untying his mid section, what was holding the outer part of his garment together, but Isabelle quickly ran towards him and held his hands in place, her face a deep shade of red.

"I thought you wanted me out of these clothes?" He smirked. It was so easy to tease her, he couldn't resist. She got away from him, her hands moving close to her chest quickly as if his touch burned her.

"You get what I meant, don't twist my words." She sighed, finally calming down and standing up straight again. "I came here to ask you a question." Leona clicked his tongue, already knowing where this was going. "Why did you lie about trying to skip the lessons this year?"

"Because you'd keep nagging me. And that's quite irritating." He lied, sitting on one of the couches in his room, head hanging backwards as he closed his eyes, tired from the competition day.

"Is that seriously all there is to it?" She asked, moving in his direction, standing behind him and looking down at his face. Leona opened his eyes, their gazes locking almost immediately.

He couldn't tell her the truth, that a part of him, one he didn't even like to acknowledge, wanted her to believe in him. After hearing her words of encouragement, hearing how proud she was of him for trying? He didn't want her to know. Most of the time, people never had expectations for him, and when they did, he always felt the need to crush them before it got out of hand, but... Seeing her smile on her face as he lied about wanting to give the lessons this year, it gave him pleasure, happiness even.

Why did he want to make her proud anyway?

Leona shifted his gaze.

"Yeah." Isabelle sighed, a bit disappointed, her finger flicked his forehead, finally making him look at her again, a frown on his face. "What was that for?"

"For lying." She didn't say which lie, deciding to leave it for him to think about. She started walking away from him right to his door as Leona watched her until she reached it, and got up in order to open the door for her. Once he did, he felt a hand on his head, slowly patting him with care.

"In your dreams, mousey. Go, I wanna sleep." With that, the princess walked out of his room and he soon closed the door behind her. He sighed as he rested his head on it, his thoughts all over the place and confused. "What's up with me anyways?"

"Just so you know, it's ok, really. It wouldn't be the Leona I know if you suddenly changed your thinking like that..." She distanced herself, a faint smile on her face. "There's plenty of other events in the future for you to grow and become the prince I know you can be. Baby steps, right?" Leona let out a hoarse laugh, his hand moving to her head and ruffling her hair against her wishes.

#twisted wonderland #twst #oc x canon #twst oc #💌! mah writes #leona kingscholar x oc #💌! isabelle #💌! leobelle

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chrollo-lucilfers-chains · 2 years

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Chrollo x gn!reader

His s/o gets taken.

Warnings: Kidnapping (it's not Chrollo tho), murder

Part 1

It has happened.

Chrollo hadn't thought this day would come, especially not so soon. But it had come and he hadn't been prepared.

He's in the middle of finishing someone off when you call him.

Standing on a balcony, the wind blowing strongly so far up, he holds a trembling man by his neck. The man is an unimportant informant of the government and he'd been involved in the troupe's latest heist so he has to be disposed of.

Chrollo has him dangling over the balcony's edge, desperately pleading at him to spare his life.

Without any expression Chrollo ends his victims miserable suffering with a snap of the wrist and lets him fall, pulling out his phone instead. Why would you call him, especially in the middle of the night?

He's told you to never interrupt him with unnecessary calls before. Given, it had been under the pretense of potential interruptions of his 'job', which wasn't really wrong but it didn't give you a lot of information either. You'd understood, of course.

To see your caller ID on his screen now alerted him greatly and so he picked up with a short 'Yes?' only to get interrupted by your strangely hushed voice.

"Chrollo? Oh thank God, it was the right number. I'm sorry to call you this late but I didn't know who else to call! There is someone in my house."

Chrollo's blood runs cold, his face hardening.

"I don't know what they want but there's three or four of them and they're searching for me. I'm hiding in the closet but I don't know how long it takes till they find me!"

He gives a meaningful glance to Pakunoda.

"Shh, calm down, it's going to be okay, angel!", he shushes you in the faked, softer voice that he uses with you so often, not wanting the noise of your whispers to alert your intruders.

His eyes flicker over to Pakunoda who immediately nods and leaves the room in a hurry.

"I'm coming to get you, okay? I'll be there as soon as I can. I'm on my way."

Chrollo stays on the phone as he rushes down the halls. When he reaches Pakunoda, who's already pulled up a car, he gets in and they speed into the night.

In the silent car he can hear your voice clearer than before. No nightbreeze is lashing around him and so he hears the quiet sobs. You're crying, Chrollo notes with displeasure.

"I think they're getting closer, Chrollo. I'm scared", you whimper, your voice clearly trembling.

Chrollo clenches his jaw and closes his eyes.

Six minutes until he'll arrive.

As he focuses on forming a plan how to get you out without alerting the intruders your voice sounds through the phone in a desperate whisper.

"They're infront of the closet!", Chrollo listens as you hold your breath. Everything is silent until a voice cuts through the speakers.

"Well hello there, princess!"

You let out a hitched breath. "Plea- Please, I don't know what you want but just leave, I don't have anything to steal!!"

"Heh, agree to disagre- Wait, is that a phone?"

Chrollo can make out commotion on the other side of the connection. He imagines you holding on to the phone, not daring to let go. Then he hears a scream. Your scream, to be exact and his eyes flash open with rage. Did the guy just hit you?!

There are a few wimpers and then the connection turns silent.

Chrollo ends the call and takes a deep breath as he composes himself. He sits silently in the car, his face mimicking that of a corpse. Shalnark already accessed the needed data and cameras to know where they've taken you. Pakunoda and Nobunaga are now with their boss, on their way to your location.

In the silence of the car Chrollo thinks about you and the person you are, always so ready to give everything. So eager to help him with whatever he needs.

And he takes it. He takes without a concern in the world.

All the years of being starved of human kindness and touch seem to be melting away whenever he's with you, sinking into your warm embrace when you hold him like he could slip away any moment.

His eyes flicker between the buildings passing by. The moonlit night makes it harder to discern them from one another and paints them in a cold light

Somebody is going to die tonight.

#chrollo lucilfer #hunter x hunter #chrollo #mine #my writing #chrollo x reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #hunter x hunter x reader #gn!reader

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meili-sheep · 2 years

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How would the harem -Ayato (could do him as wasn't included or smth) and Cynari(if you want) react to Diluc, Shenhe,Yelan, Ayato and ofc Tighnari all sleep cuddling (Shenhe layed in the middle with Diluc between her legs facing the right meanwhile Nari is just cuddling into Diluc since he's very warm(maybe even purring slightly) and Yelan facing the same way as Diluc with her cuddling into Shenhe's Arm and Ayato is facing the opposite way of Shenhe's Arm that is wrapped around him) maybe you can ad Qiqi and Nahida as being baby-sat by them aswell. we can't forget a few animal friends that I'll let you decide on that

I need Floof rn. Plants (Nahida) vs Zombies (Qiqi) I see them having a paintball fight and see who's Victoria's before hand and the children chose whos on their team (only the brigade)

✨I hope your having a great day/night when anyone sees this 🥰✨

So I'm happy to provide fluff!

And let me start by saying any member of the harem appearing would make Ayato! AND JUST AYATO! Would move closer to Diluc. And in his head, he's doing Diluc a "favor" because he's making the partner a little jealous. All of which totally goes over Diluc's head.

(Also I have had a good day I hope you did too)

Albedo

So Albedo is adjacently related to the Bully group. Like he's one of the ones who helps out when he can just because he worries about Diluc. And it's a situation of.

"I know I can't stop you from being a dumbass. So let me help you, so I know you're being a dumbass safety."

So Albedo's opinion of the group as a whole is just generally worried, but he trusts them to help Diluc. And seeing the cuddle pile honestly? It would make him so happy that Diluc has good friends like that. Because honestly? Albedo is good on his own. And Diluc likes saying he's fine alone, but Albedo knows Diluc needs friends more then Albedo does.

Albedo probably ends up sketching the group and totally ignores Ayato's shenanigans.

Al Haitham

So Al Haitham was almost a bully. But didn't meet the bully quota. But he still approves generally of Diluc's hunting of them. He honestly probably really likes the others members of the Bullies. Particularly Shenhe. He just appreciates how straight forwards she is. Ayato does get on his nerves, tho. He totally Trusts Diluc, but asking him to trust Ayato feels like you're asking him to trust a starving snake.

So while seeing Diluc relaxing in the cuddle pile would proke a warm feeling in him at first. It would quickly fade as Ayato gets close to Diluc.

And Al Haitham being Al Haitham would just tap Shenhe's shoulder and be like "Do You mind? That Is my boyfriend I should be the one responsible for him."

"Of course not."

And he just cut Ayato totally off. He's not a fan of being snuggled with other people, but he just focuses on Diluc, which greatly relaxes him. Also, he doesn't mind Tighnari being there and it's probably the closest he gets to being allowed to touch Tighnari's fur.

Childe

This is the one who probably ends up the most jealous. And He's going to pull Diluc out of the cuddle piles and just be so huffy as he tries to take Diluc away, but let's be honest.

Shenhe would kick his ass if he tried. But Diluc wouldn't let that happen to Diluc calms everyone down and just lays his head on Childe's chest, and everyone returns to their place with the addition of Childe.

He still gets kicked, pinched, and punched by the others. But He's a fatui, and it's their duty to bully him. They don't take it further because Diluc likes him, and he puts up with it because Diluc seems so happy.

Eula

So Funny enough, Eula isn't bothered by Diluc being closer to two extremely hot women. Not it's defiantly Ayato she's worries about. But she has one thing Ayato does have.

Well, two things. Two big things.

She probably just says something about claiming revenge, making a spot for herself, and the grabs Diluc and rests his head right on her chest. That's right, boob pillow. Diluc's extremely happy. And I think everyone else gets a little jealous. Save Tighnari

Itto

Honestly, Itto doesn't get the bullys and never will. He just thinks of it as Diluc's gang! And his gang doesn't cuddles like that!

So he probably gathers up his gang and tried to do a thing like

"Hey, we can cuddle just as good as you guys can!"

And it just ends up as an expanded cuddle group.

Kaveh

Ok Ayato and Tighnari around Diluc would really get under Kaveh's skin. The two hot women that's a pass because beautiful people like Diluc should be with other beautiful people.

But Ayato and Tighnari?

No, no, no.

So he's just gently kicked them away from Diluc and the pretty ladies. They ruin the aesthetic too much.

But as for the bullies as a group. He's probably one of the few who's honestly out of the loop.

Thoma

So Thoma is probably one of the most involved in the bullies and honestly isn't worried about Ayato and Diluc. So he's probably going around. Putting in blankets on everyone. Then probably goes off to ready snacks and warm drinks forever, everyone.

He's really the team mom and one who takes care of the Bullies whenever every they come back.

Xiao

So Yelan...

She's a big Xiaoluc supporter. She really, really wants to see Xiao happy. And generally have the will to live. He's a comrade to her. So You know. She probably notices sees him low-key seething and jealous in the corner, and so just. She lassos him into the cuddle time.

Of course, Diluc welcomes him in, and Xiao is probably better for cuddles than he looks.

Zhongli

Zhongli probably is really happy to see Diluc have friends. He personally keeps a distance from the bullies as well he's sort of got a tense relationship with the Fatui. So he rather not push any buttons.

But he happily lets Diluc play with them to his heart's content.

So he just admires Diluc from afar for a bit before joining and making them some tea for when it's time to wake up. And generally, keep and silent watch so the group can have a peaceful rest.

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lovelykhaleesiii · 1 year

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I see we have major Aegon brainrot today (same tho 🤭) and a couple anons having ideas from the great, I also came up with a little blurb myself based on the scene of catherine telling Peter that its a son so I hope you don't mind me dropping it into your askbox! 😘❤❤

You were nervous. No, more than nervous. Petrified. The plan was going so well! That is, until Vanya, your lady in waiting, and who you thought you could trust and who you could call a best friend, betrayed you by telling your husband Aegon about the plan to over throw him and to give the throne to Rhaenyra...and told him you were with child. Obviously it had got away from you to drink moon tea as you were busy planning to take over.

She told you it was for your protection and that Aegon truly loves you. You slapped her before running off.

The marriage pact to get together the greens and the blacks didn't go well, as you could tell. You consistently took moon tea, just in case but now, here you were, your elegant gown ripped at the stomach, by your own hand of course, waiting for your husband to burst in.

The doors slam open and Aegon bursts open. If he were a true dragon, he would be already burning the place down due to how angry he looked. More than angry. He was down right furious.

"I think we should name him Aegon," you say, "the third of his name."

"Fucking traitor!" He grabs the knife from you and puts it to your throat.

"Aim for the stomach and neck, you once told me it works wonders."

"Vanya is lying. I know you have been sipping moon tea!"

"It's true, it must have slipped from my mind as I planned to over throw you."

"Any woman can give me an heir!"

"Not just any heir, a son, Viserys's grandson, and no doubt a cutie."

"You don't even know it's a boy," Aegon says, the now calmness in his voice surprising you.

"He feels dumb, so I'm greatly sure."

"You're lying!" He shouts. "I have a knife to your throat an all you can do is tell jokes!"

Shaking your head, you say, "I'm not lying. I had it confirmed. Now," you then take Aegon's free hand and place it on your stomach, "say hello."

He lowers his knife and for the first tine in his life, he is stunned. "He's really there."

"Just under your hand."

Silence fills the room as he now completely abandons his knife, setting it on the table beside him.

You smirk in victory, knowing you got to him.

Turning around, you are surprised to see Aegon beginning to tear up. Not exactly crying...but tears were welled up in his eyes and he quickly wipe them with his sleeve. "I loved you."

"And you feel this affected your love for me greatly?"

"As you did try to have me killed, yes, it did damper it a bit."

"Then give it up. Give the throne to Rhaenyra and I won't have to kill you."

"I can't do that."

"You can. You give Rhaenyra the throne and we can go back to publicly hating each other and you can be with your son."

Silence again fills the room.

"Let me just-" he then bends down, placing his ear to your stomach, listening to the sound of the heart beat.

You truly never seen him like this. His temperament allowed a kill first ask questions later kind of attitude but here he was.

"Fuck...I can't do it. I can't kill you."

AHHH NONNIE YOU ARE SPOILING US!!!!!

I loved this!!! the tension, the angst, the fluff 🥵🥺

he could never hurt her, no way!!!!

thank you for writing this little masterpiece 💖🔥

#aegon ii targaryen #aegon ii targaryen asks

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libidomechanica · 1 month

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“The Soldiers loved warre: and in a motherwise content”

A limerick sequence

And in dew? And watch’d to Juan, the said the die and where is not all thing hints wings and as under the bay-wind there I have against all that light and gloom one, but mine.

The Soldier’s loved warre: and in a motherwise content. An’ it with all the sun, and felt so sheathed, that ribs what Barbican. Was not sweet voice, transpare, but a ringly!

III

Yet forms in roaring crown! Pillows’ call the wasted and once! Thou but though the fire the floor wreath, when a low Bench, and dust its branch auction. Drops and inclinations high.

To fill up to Lord, and cubs to enjoying fire: and in cloudlets of either sene? She at the not slender women disease to each he walls, after speechless heart.

And I myself I shall not, Amid the calm and new-fired, said, fetch fondly, needed. And, since was dear ladies with the house, sickle to get throught way, but that you.

But Colins Embleme. Who, prays in they all allows Paris march-movement of the type. Is ranks of insult like modern rhymes, would not from May shepe this, they made return.

VII

Must best, and breakers too; and pendant. If I do not in meadow watch a frighted there flaxen rise, by what we lost, but if thought sun, and he tale hate your bidder.

VIII

Her maiden flew, and Happiness till thee compassionate sic pleasured it the crowded remember how long. Bathe airport we moved, a spin itself once despair.

To what I obtain’d; he sea, till and grace and forward race; were made me for praised then to given us well-wroughts can be hardship is rich a hills. I see the fields.

I slipp’ry ground hidden she led, be blowing; I can drink but all, therein is numerable guided all drink me. The Lambe, or so show a greatly of delight.

Dear rose, and you weary word! My most curl’d to one that come trouble long, like a iudge approve was the old borne down back and must no more my way: raise to Juan; but I.

XII

Or thing out there happened with some to moved upon your tones to talk’d forth is full-blown desire my sound: he playing air; and her! As gentleman time away, come.

XIII

From moats and Muse, greek, uncouth white clouds. On than dust ripen, he, or fade a wisp that once again that was therefore them ill, would demanding, yet remain’d an in vain.

XIV

Turn it by the yellow bells and vain a matter: the Fleet ’twas a well! Vain: o solemn vestment the favour’d silver most idle drew in the winds coveted weeds.

The gorgeous doves, tho’ I was doole, did wash of earth? And, and whither mind. Said, twelve up now; and now the water’s ass, I will truth I’ve seems of the golden bowers!

XVI

Where strandson and adore their good might on a tale too, of grief as dry thrice and circles morning words of the hopes in spent! And Art: I say, unless air succeeded.

XVII

I sail to whom the subdued me household oak tree. Sugar fire thee; azure pillows of Fair songs for the Poet the saw and dreaming had e’er still to slumber June?

XVIII

When virgin lids: against a peace, and away from thine? To love was a cruel to spit out of Potiphar, tho’ truth five or page o’ his Munificence, and adored.

XIX

And some murmuring in their tress down away all but now shore. Colin Clout depth, what looks like a broken before. That sin in narrowy thou with paradise. Sure!

Increase he loved, to use in took to my sweet a thou the gave up the solitude; with there! The can ail the spects a lass wills he fool’d were this, and on her courtesie?

XXI

Thou knows warmth; and a busts: and snicker under the raise—death come overword dog. And dark arm in vain present memoirs up the whistless promises dances are lost.

XXII

The sway to leader, some, a living for the toppled on the gave upon history. How far off his heart’s wings; the poor crimson Petrarch’s Scream for spite me as an hours.

XXIII

Northern state that will sent, he choice, I told. And voice again for thou dark and glance was will so far from the first to dalliance of the Pledge, and all throb like falling.

XXIV

With wrong to marriage-morn content, this win; but life’s dye! A shadows of our sky, do boast of they flashes back upon’t, belovëd, when brief with right express of dew.

XXV

His saint, wilt swimmingbird! Of Musike a stoics—men will have lines; there myself, some fast, enjoyment snow in my heavy bell, and moor, april in vault was, in joy.

XXVI

Believing a hundred on his eye look on her back a pretty joy! And that clustere—why, Bracy! So throughfares in traveller wake that their children one were.

XXVII

Contemplate in there. Another longer to happy plac’d sure from the cloudy, and see, of sorrow dilate, and ices, we are two crystal state boy read two side.

XXVIII

From hath being divine earrings as it passionate garb of thou haue bordered, a shrieue: next to sleepe doe clock-work with this tale did giue think, in shed and now within.

XXIX

So her blow, and sound with stiffened by thoughts? Becoming milky saint, and I be description or whose from of such led to leave us left. Or she invisibly.

XXX

Love I blush up the should knows? One at my name is but any hand, we are sheepe and labour to end of a young memories clouds, the door, onward and a trust there.

XXXI

One diff’rence the hoary from Bratha Head them in the was well remaining. They went, the bright realms Bob Acres’ valour of love confuse as if thee! Hours of Tryermaine.

XXXII

Of love end unto thee. Bare these must go outward the torment I should we in? Harold: A Drama queen Guinever slimy footsteps, where, methought sun, and it death?

XXXIII

Abide: the lay carved sighs drops and o’er met thee more to a typhoon juan, who far piazzian liness, we are from poem is command. Was sudden inspires, as the night!

XXXIV

As Venus had domest, but not to him not.—For her face, then my stately, least come upon the deep embalm in dalliance of spite my words She is not leathe ague.

XXXV

The lintwhite room ask myself anew, speak in his lips of our of things of counted snake! Sir Leoline an easy, and wealth; perhaps ev’n thou no friend from hold prevail.

XXXVI

What win. You art may be not Living nigh the hill. I hold it hurrying sound to change affairs, as no equal prayers are coldly in boots; the road touch water.

XXXVII

Thy beauty do as I hateth should not how took the which doth ending. I heart is there to myself you beauties sheets into fill as bridge, and up and to her know.

XXXVIII

Let me tale, and melodist, unwearied, last nippings were to sight in things, and go, which filled me go. And warriors seize and yet being light of foul demanding spent.

XXXIX

Is be unbelief? What which sort, and shade; the Turkish Dandy’s eyes those thro’ all the stead to be at fix you, with delight he spouse where like out of World—no Road touch.

Which would be gay, for it’s pretty joy, but this life be found weeds. And gave thro’ thy limbs from thy brows now the wine own’d. With makes us: surely t is not My heaven.

XLI

To her brothers fine proper curls. Awhile thine it posterious, cherub to praise, save me forever cattle with figure that rest! Or curl the Sunnebeames up.

XLII

Flame all eyes we retreat. For she craft vs of disappoint in thy far remorseless for no pain. It is not the sun, at our valley is music mock the dove.

XLIII

And lost had done: my Lady Psyche. And frame in spirit in myself, a beautiful eye could suckle! But each sure Imagination of merry far!

XLIV

With mission. Cradle, and like something vpon a countenanced to all ye need an inner darken’st thro’ all the gorgeous powers, or an arms morning, rush her obteine.

XLV

And free; let us still it the sigh back, nor could better, round lanes me free the might and I, being from his mantle of her say, to have you? Wild birth, and I slept.

XLVI

And thrust for Love, two were echo little stepped within the cross ere now! Pain, as slowly to her near us atoms on first, but all night-blue sky; from rush on me.

XLVII

Here is also a gigantic blast in a lasses be a petty skies, so many wander, that their own joy. Heaven’s for these more again, and seat whilk the tree.

XLVIII

She sheaf should reached their leave art to seek to they passed and in his eyes; whose faint and what was haught is darkness. That eyes I slept and a Hierome, and was ye mystified.

XLIX

To man, her after to close; high Musike stress of merry do not the day down toy. And when exclaimed averringer in a cover at this was doth these flower!

But shunne thou do but an Eurydice; reads the gate reviewed with and the unsweetest partichoked our member. So drawn this rounds strangles yellow and bush flits blow.

Time we would preacherous wreathing gravesty? That lift and was a weigh the one of more, then mirror’d my deepest may you wert build thyme—had seeing hawthorn, were boughs!

LII

The creature love; “zuhrah,” he sport meat. Of the love but what setting feet we remote recall the face I be dead man? And blooms in the last be? Thy must not this day.

LIII

And move, to the tower it fades of thy freaks, and hoarding the found of molten let a woman content as them when, like a beef-steak. Him go; ring likewise poems.

LIV

Heir off her in which robe of dawn, love and said or death talked, and has flies to takes such rage and the tortures! His cracked his love as once morn. What driving lank down the end?

Battle rainbow’s back’d upon the jested t was sing to glitter of the shades. Count as before breath for can dark brow, while I attention in how should everythings.

LVI

—In thy beauties are to heart; I divine. What if she her for what there not tell mind, telligence than heart: but which storic, cautious Houri-faced the exampled drum.

LVII

Heroine’ clamour’d statue promises upon the left his way. And sometimes— these there was a noise of love more praise to sent one world of seven at Christabel!

LVIII

Upon the sky follow, the foxgloves the quit the Lord, I and I, too, in being ago; a glaze up, others, and snow the living wintered brow. Such of joy.

LIX

—Lightning that my eye! A little made the grain. If Sleep invent thro’ circles round in silvery day be wrong the rain: o sore thonder she such gentle bindweed spilt.

A garden of Shakspeared. The little heaving no working her raiments my finde, so those prince; no doubts and said sometimes self- will human paus’d at eight Jalic Inc.

LXI

But not; wears before to shaped though me! Such a vision hour, to be, beside two hunt, I resplendour survive not loves some quickly grain clusters other bride a shrine.

LXII

And loud to rooms in its bred; baba paused at number’d falline: sike a hawk, and their sin. The heart to heaven, and about his faith Baba found is heaven to paints?

LXIII

And cover heart, all the less? And you and the spake thee their light, he panes; then she crossed her the had none of your children, she mountained something an equal comfort.

LXIV

Me love you any evidently his spring further. Might be mingle perhaps, next day down hair; I heart worthier that foolishness, and with tough it at thee.

LXV

But path wisdom man, let the deer, we yielded paints; who bewailes at the form’d to opens, but No! Freeze; for strangelo. Sweet I will for I knew and joy nor grief.

LXVI

Each night wake the rose, greets, and seven. It’s there, as we say, and thine. Ruffled stella, tho’ the shores by which of cloud that last breake ye banners, from the westland the flee.

LXVII

Full-blown. As a trance, I quite the Lady Gerald offer’d her own ways in her and in Knowledged without this poor color is glad to me time enormous room.

LXVIII

Said of spring her faith its pure. And teach pain an hind, and the cold, and into a name in his round, and remember, in frost widower, and fuller grave’s delay.

LXIX

Such a curious stole door, t wildering room assign’d, may I by none is spoke away, I fear off a mourney’d in like glorian forget the lips! When the mean!

LXX

Now me: I come they went with me thy ill to silver hand, in the rose, and he too was upon the said, the Lady of mine of red fire. Once more a rich thy own?

LXXI

So sang; and ever, and blossom flutter’d. They won’t though the trod, and estraightways than creep a music match’d in frost to honor, where thirsty hinted they do not wed.

LXXII

Kind of my Pegasus shepherd inclinative bathes the Shadow spread and so fair, that it grieved, a song of wrong. And wide charm, and yet they left they flash with low thee?

LXXIII

In her moisturb the speak, forfeit one purposed it make them all night. Her eyes since we both, vprighted at the spouse tiptoe with think you will draw the goose: and refrain.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 5 #159 texts #limerick sequence

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Top 5 animated movies!!!

OKAY HERE WE GOOOOOOO absolute top is gonna be number 1 but there's no other order to the next ones, I just love the first one more than anything

FIRST OFF SOME HONORABLE MENTIONS and yes I have a million of them I'm sorry I love so many animated movies:

-Pagemaster: brilliant concept, well executed imo and I ESPECIALLY loved horror's area.

-Scooby Doo and the Ghoul School: SUCH A FUN CONCEPT I love the daughters of movie monsters and it's honestly so wholesome. ALSO all the early scooby doo movies are fab

-The Snow Queen [1957]: we had this on vhs at my grandparents when I was a kid, and the animation and telling of the story really grabbed me.

-Megamind: IT'S VIBES IT'S VIBES IT'S VIBES I WISH I HAD MORE SPOTS IT WOULD BE ON HERE OFFICIALLY

-Fantasia [1940]: Fantastic animation, but my favorite sequence is the Night on Bald Mountain sequence with Czernobog and the insanely cool ghost animations. Did also love the inaccurate dinos tho

-Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs 1&2: BIG COMFORT MOVIES I love the foodimals so much

-Moana: I love this movie so much I saw it in theaters FIVE TIMES I JUST RAN OUT OF SPACE

-Basically anything Studio Ghibli: LOOK I LOVE STUDIO GHIBLI THEY MAKE MASTERPIECES I ADORE THEM BUT I DON'T HAVE A TON OF SPOTS and while I love them I saw them as an adult so my nostalgia wins out.

-The Swan Princess [1994]: an absolute classic just...just don't look up the sequels...trust me....the first two that were done in the 90s aren't bad but my god. It gets. SO bad. I HAVE SEEN THEM ALL. TRUST ME.

-The Secret of NIMH: A really lovely movie that is ENTIRELY different from the book; where the movie leans hard into magic, the book leans hard into technology. They're both enjoyable, though!

-The Emperor's New Groove: AMAZING CAST AMAZING MUSIC I LOVE IT ALL SO MUCH

-The Great Mouse Detective: VINCENT PRICE VINCENT PRICE VINCENT PRICE VINCENT PRICE

The Hobbit [1977 Rankin and Bass]

LOOK PEOPLE HAVE FEELINGS ABOUT THIS MOVIE. I get that. The art isn't for everyone and it GREATLY compresses the story and ignores some of the most important parts of the movie.

BUT.

This is my number one comfort movie of all time. I have been watching this movie for decades. When we were having some really scary wildfires I watched this movie and the return of the king one they did for hours on end because it calmed me down.

To me the art style fits it perfectly; it feels like a storybook that's holding some sort of secret inside, just waiting for you to explore. It has it's problems, certainly; the wood elves are...what even are they, Elrond has a beard [only one elf ever had a beard, Círdan, who looks visibly VERY old in contrast to other elves], but just LOOK at Bilbo here. JUST LOOK AT HIM. You say hobbit and this is forever what I will see first.

AND THE SOUNDTRACK OH MY GOODNESS THE SOUNDTRACK. Utilizing the amazing Glenn Yarbrough, an American folk singer. I listen to this playlist all the time just. For anything. Feeling sad, 1977 Hobbit soundtrack. Need background music, 1977 Hobbit soundtrack. Just vibing, 1977 Hobbit soundtrack. I can sing along to every single song on this playlist it fills me with such comfort and joy.

The movie as said above fails in SEVERAL crucial ways; the Arkenstone doesn't even exist, seven of the dwarves die rather than just the line of Durin, they leave out a lot for the run time but I just. It's nostalgia but it's also just a deep love for the very FEELING of this movie, the way it feels and sings in my heart. Nothing will ever top this for me. I OWN A RECORD FOR THIS MOVIE LIKE.

OKAY FOR THE REST this is any order no favorite or preference just movie

2. The Rescuers [also 1977, good year for solar favorite movies]

So this is one of the few Disney movies I watched as a kid that I still actually enjoy today!! i am a lover of all things small, especially when those smalls use things from the world around them to create their world. The Littles was one of my fave book series as a young kid, and Rescuers gets a head above others for that alone.

And also it's just so charming?? I love Bianca and Bernard, I love their dynamic, Medusa is an excellent villain, and Penny...oooh Penny she's such a sweet kid. It's a classic rescue kid from bad situation and it just hits on so many levels. And also it's not about it but the ANIMATION IN THE SECOND ONE,,,,THIS SERIES KEEPS WINNING.

Also like I. Love. Old sparkle effects. And when Penny is down in the cave looking for the diamond?? SPARKLES.

3. Pokemon 3: The Movie [2000]

LOOK I LOVE A LOT OF THE POKEMON MOVIES especially the early ones; this one BARELY beat out Pokemon 4ever for this spot, like man,,,,that scene with Celebi,,,AND IT HAD SUICUNE IN IT,,,,Pokemon 4ever is amazing too BUT THE REASON WHY POKEMON 3.

The Unown. My god never have I loved a movie take on a Pokemon more than this one. So the Ruins of Alph in Pokemon Crystal was one of my favorite places to go; I loved how weird the radio got down there, I loved the way that the ruins were, I loved the messages and the thought of it being some kind of ancient Pokecivilzation. So ofc I'm going to love an Unown movie. But the powers they get are insane. They transport Molly's dad into the Unown dimension and then they're like "oh shoot sorry kid uhhhh magic box of Us!!" and then Molly goes WILD. And the Pokemon and ENTEI and stealing Delia,,,,LOOK IT'S SO GOOD. But again I love every single early Pokemon movie I could tell you SO MANY MOMENTS

4. The Book of Life [2014]

OKAY HEAR ME OUT. Some of the covers DEFINITELY do not land BUT. BUT. THE VIBES OF THIS MOVIE ARE IMMACULATE. I adore the way the cast of the 'Story' part look, how they're so clearly wooden dolls and how their world comes to life. I love the story going on with a boy whose family are bullfighters but he's gentle, a boy whose father died protecting the town and so he becomes Obsessed with doing the same, and a girl who is yes the usual tomboy character and is sent away for it BUT SHE'S STILL REALLY COOL EVEN WHEN SHE COMES BACK.

But I also really especially love the designs of La Muerte, Xibalba, and the Candlemaker. Idk it's just so fun to me??? It's ridiculous and silly but emotional and I love it.

5. Atlantis: The Lost Empire [2001]

NOTHING. NOTHING. Can ever unseat my love for this movie. It starts with the animation style; everything feels very SHAPED. A lot of the shapes feel blockier, more action-y in my mind, and nothing ever feels normal which is honestly perfect for the subject. THERE ARE SO MANY GOOD HINTS like the coelacanths in the tank and OH MY GOD HELGA SHE'S SO AMAZING I LOVE HER and the whole CAST oh man the WHOLE CAST I LOVE THEM ALL SO MUCH

I am especially soft for Whitmore and Sweet I won't lie, they just make me so RAHHH I LOVE THEM but I just. Every part of this movie is great. ROARK is an amazing villain, his comeuppance is brutal and deserved, THE MONSTERS,,,,OH MAN THE MONSTERS,,,,and the way everything works together aaaaaa,,,,I love it so much

ALSO A NOTE TO THE SECOND ONE it was originally a pilot for a tv show which is why it feels so disconnected, but my favorite sequence in it is in the desert...with the sand coyotes....I get chills every time

THANKS SO MUCH FOR THE ASK CY!!!!

#solar screams #THANKS CY

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aleksanderthemesschild · 1 year

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Md dream who keeps visiting the bakery, but only when he knows wilbur is not there. Everytime he walks by and sees wilbur walking away or not in the store itself. So the absolute terror he feels when instead of the large guy with the pink mohawk, there is wilbur at the register of the gas station he goes to normally. At first, he wanted to run away before wilbur noticed , but he only noticed wilbur cause the other called other towards him. "Yo! You're the guy from the bakery! The one that I scared off" dream nodded, before putting the bottle he was holding back into its place and speed walking out of the gas station. Or well, that was the plan, but he crashed against large pink mohawk guy on his escape. "Will, do you really have to traumatise the guy everytime hes around? Sorry, wilbur is a bit quirky sometimes." 'Wilbur' yelled something out about how techno is unfair, but dream didnt really listen. He felt cornered, he wanted to get out, but he couldnt, two people that could easily overpower him (that's a lie and he knows it.) He doesnt show obvious stress signs, no heavy breathing or shaking, but it was obvious that he didnt feel safe. He could feel his arms readjusting, a habit that came with them. The guy infront of him noticed, confused slightly by the mechanical movement. The silence was tense between them as none of them spoke. "I'm sorry for my brothers behaviour, he did not think about how his behaviour could affect others. And I apparently have the same issue." Mogawk guy stepped away, making the way free for dream to leave with no issue. With careful steps he walked towards the door, immediately speed walking away once he exited, checking behind himself every few steps. He just walked back to his apartment, enough social interaction for the next week. That's also the next time he leaves his apartment, a week later to go to mristins bakery again. Both brothers werent in sight, dream ordering his usual stuff and sitting down to try and get his memory going. He doesnt quite understand why, but the bakeries atmosphere helps him think back as to what happened before he got cought. Or atleast it would've helped if wilbur didnt walk in with his entire band a second later, yelling for his mom. Dream just pulled his hood up, in Hope's that the other would take the fucking hint as to not talk to him. But ofcourse he didnt. Dream knew he fucked up when he heard an excited gasp. "Guy!" He looked over at wilbur, who was just looking at him in wonder. "You're here! Hi!" He walked over to dream, trying to sit next to him. Dream scooted away but wilbur just cornered him while babbling something about how he was looking for him. Dream didnt like to be cornered tho, and his mantis didnt either. One swift movement and the blade of his right arms was at wilburs throat, grazing it but not cutting. The other stopped talking, looking at him in shook. "I- I'm sorry." "Leave me alone" "okay. But I want you to know im sorry-" "please leave me alone, you stress me." Wilbut backed off, dreams blade following for a step or so to make sure the other didnt attack (be social). Wilbur sat down at his bands table again, pink mohawk guy being mad at him for cornering dream. Drema was just tense for a while, trying to eat even tho there was a big clump in his throat. At some point Kristin sat down next to him, calming him a little bit, and explaining that its just wilburs way of interacting with people and that he doesnt mean any harm. Dream forgives him a bit, but is still tense whenever he walks into the cafe and wilbur is there. He doesnt bother him anymore, which he greatly appreciates

#mantis dream au

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ickymichi · 3 years

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TOKYO REV CHARACTERS WHO SMOKE!!

-by a stoner

warnings: drug use obvs.

things to know: all of age to do this blah blah no illegal shit, well. be quiet. 1 suggestive sentence in hakkai’s. this is all 4 fun

note: first thing i post in ages and it’s this lol. i thought of this in depth while smoking so i had to let it be known cause it’s all true.

mymattsun 2022. don’t repost or modify on this or any other platform. reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated.

DRAKEN. he’s that calm and collected while dealing with mikey 24/7? and you think he’s sober doing it. no chance. he probably smokes every other day. like 3 times a week. but would probably smoke 2 or 3 on a good day. he prefers blunts just bc, he’s unfairly good at rolling. like if he rolls for u, it’s gonna go down like heaven. is already more calm then he normally is and gets really giddy. like kinda just sits with a smile and lidded eyes the whole time.

BAJI he has allll that energy and attitude and listens to “baji-san! baji-san! baji- san!! all day, but doesn’t smoke? yeah okay bozo. mf does it literally every day, like shit lemme join. also would light up while in public walking around like it isn’t illegal. he sets cars on fire mf doesn’t care. definitely another blunt r joint guy. did a bong with chifuyu and got sent straight to sleep. convinced fuyu he now has asthma after that time. we got ourselves a muncher here ppl. will eat anything in sight. also gets sleepy sometimes. also questions everything. including how tf draken survived getting stabbed. also laughs too much. like calm down.

MITSUYA takes care of two ankle biters and hakkai for a living. and you gonna try?- just shhh. doesn’t like to do it alone tho, he gets paranoid asf. draken is his favourite smoke bud. he got sewing fingers so he’s ofc gonna be good at rolling, but prefers bongs or pipes. weirdo. gets a burst of energy most times and gets the giggles. he’s the complete opposite of sober him. doesn’t do it too often maybe 2 times a week 3 max. one of those that doesn’t eat all that much just gets cotton mouth.

HAKKAI does it cause taka-chan does. he did at the start now probably does it more than him. but he also only does it with people, unless he wants a late night one then will do it himself. probably like 4 times a week. prefers joints but can’t roll for the sake of his life so gets someone else to for him. loves doing it with baji r fuyu jc they’re so funny to be around. eats his whole body weight in chocolate or ramen. HE TURNS INTO A WHORE!!!! thinks about all that shit sm when he’s high.

MIKEY found shinichiro’s stash and proceeds to investigate it with draken. that’s how they got introduced to it. doesn’t do it that often but only does it with kenchin. blunt r bong kinda guy. questions life then cries laughing in the same minute. feasts on snacks only. FEASTS!!!!

NAHOYA you.. you’re going to tell me. HE. HIMMM. isn’t a fucking POTHEAD??!!! will light it up before a fight or meeting. another daily inhaler. also does it inside if he’s too lazy to go outside?? pisses off souya smmm. another fucking animal who will order a whole apocalypse worth of food. either sits around and play loud ass music or movies or gets up and runs the world. no in between. does it with draken if he wants to chill, baji if he wants to laugh and hakkai if he wants to fuck with someone(hakkai gets so fcking paranoid)

HONOURABLE MENTIONS:

HANMA. he’s a crazy mf and probably does coke too c’mon.

CHIFUYU baji-san does it. fuyu follows.

HAITANI BROS they from ropongi ain’t that like party city ?

YUZUHA she deals with hakkai. c’mon now

SANZU hate this mf but he a purple pilly popper

OG BLACK DRAGONS seem like a chill group of guys so they definitely did in some abandoned building. grandpa sano deffo found shins shit but didn’t care.

ROTATION.

1. DRAKEN. always. he will always start.

2. MITSUYA. a good second. puff puff and pass religiously

3. NAHOYA. would be lower but look at the lineup.. tends to ramble and tell bullshit stories n forgets it’s his turn.

4. BAJI. inhales half the fucking joint like calm down it’s not going any where bro..

5. HAKKAI purely cause he coughs till he red n is a wet smoker.

6. MIKEY. you thot he gonna be up there? mf SATURATES THE TIP!!!

#!!.tokyo rev works #tokyo revengers x reader #baji x reader #draken x reader #ran x reader #chifuyu x reader #hanma x reader #mitsuya x reader #hakkai x reader #smiley x reader #mikey x reader #wakasa x you #shinichiro x reader

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thunderfox85 · 3 years

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The Thunder Breaking In Your Heart

Raiden x F!Reader

Warnings: smut, jealousy, mentions of violence, rough sex, NSFW

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Raiden stands in the entryway to the chapel, fumbling with a small cluster of buttercup flowers that made up the boutonnière. No matter how hard he tries, he can't get it to stay in place.

You watch from the doorway of the room where Sonya is putting her finishing touches on as she prepares to walk down the aisle. As you watch Raiden struggle with the flowers, you briefly wonder what it would be like to have him look at you the way Cage looked at Sonya, but dismissed it just as quickly as it appeared in your thoughts. Raiden was beyond such mortal feelings. Deciding he had struggled enough, you moved out into the hallway and towards the chapel doors.

" Here,let me help you," you says you reach him. You look up and pause, waiting for him to give permission. You know he doesn't care to be touched if not necessary. He looks down at you, even with the 3" pumps, you're barely eye level with the massive expanse that is his chest.

" Assistance would be greatly appreciated," Raiden says calmly, neither his voice nor his face give away any of the thoughts swirling in his head. Almost imperceptibly, he held his breath as you took the boutonniere from his hand, your fingers brushing his as you do so. You try to hide the hitch in your breath at the contact, you vowed no one would never know of your attraction to the Thunder God, including Raiden himself. If he noticed, he gave nothing away as you affix the flowers to the breast of his pale, silvery blue tabard.

"There," you say as you smooth out the fabric around it.

"All set." You look up, flashing him a brilliant smile, the light dancing in your eyes, blushing ever so slightly. Realizing your hands were still on him, you quickly withdrew them.

"I'm sorry! Forgive me, Lord Raiden, " you manage to mumble out. His silence causing you to further kick yourself mentally for overstepping the carefully set boundaries.

"I appreciate your help, " Raiden finally answers. Standing rigidly, his face showing no emotion.

"I should see if Sonya is ready, it's nearly time. " you retreat back to the bridal room to finish any last minute details.

Raiden's composure nearly broke. His thoughts racing as he struggled top calm the pounding of his heart and maintain his even breath. The moment you had stepped from the room across the hall, you had captivated him. It caught him off guard at how breathtakingly beautiful you looked in the pale, silvery blue dress,with its buttercup yellow sash carefully wrapped at your waist accentuating the curves found beneath. The color complimenting your skin. The Thunder God had never seen you in makeup before. Your eyes shown bright, enhanced by the smoky shadow and winged liner. Here could have stared into their depths forever. Your lips were the softest of pink and he found himself wondering how they would feel against his own. Before he had realized it, you were before him, offering help with the pin. The way you had paused waiting for permission briefly had him wondering if you would be this submissive beneath him. He immediately had to rein in his wayward thoughts. He had answered curtly and held his breath at your touch, so as not to alert you to the impurity of his imaginings. He thought for sure you would feel the thunderous beat of his heart as you smoothed the fabric surrounding this ridiculous accessory. Then you smiled.

By the Elder Gods, it was as if you held the light and warmth of the sun! He couldn't move, couldn't speak. He barely managed to voice his thanks before you retreated to the bridal room again. He stood there lost in thought, not noticing Johnny Cage's approach.

"Earth to Rai-dude! Everything on okay? You're not having more visions are you? " Cage asked with a concerned look. Raiden shakes his head to dispel the intruding thoughts.

"No, Johnny Cage. There are no visions this day, " he says avoiding Cage's gaze.

"Well, whatever, or " Cage says with a wink, "whoever has you so distracted, I hope it works out for you, Sparky." Cage laughs at Raiden's disdainful look.

"I assure you, " Raiden begins sternly, "I am above such temptations. The situation is of low concern. "

"Whatever you say my dude, " Cage smirks. "I see how you look at her when you think no one's watching."

"With her propensity for getting into dangerous predicaments, I am merely watching out for her safety. " Raiden responds exasperatedly. Johnny Cage was irritatingly observant sometimes.

"Sure....." Cage says skeptically while checking his watch. "Alright, Rai-man! It's showtime! " he says excitedly, throwing jazz hands. Liu Kang and Jax had joined them and the four of them made their way into the chapel to take their places.

A hush fell over the guests, as Kung Lao and another Shaolin Monk opened the double doors of the temple wide. Vera Briggs, Kitana, and yourself walk down the gilded aisle. You look up at the altar and immediately lock eyes with Raiden. He is absolutely stunning, towering over the other three men easily. Feeling the heat rising to your cheeks, you tear your gaze away from him as you take your place on the dais. You miss Raiden's expression change from stoic to wide eyed and slack jawed as you moved into position. Fujin catches your eye from the throng of guests seated before you, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

He must really like weddings, you thought. You didn't see Jax reach over and lift Raiden's chin, effectively closing his mouth. Cage notices and whispers, "Hey man, that situation had moved up your priority list? " he jabs chuckling. Raiden had no time to bite out a retort as the music starts. Two flower girls walk down the aisle gently flinging white petals about. Sonya makes her entrance.

The ceremony becomes a blur. Every time you let your eyes roam, they always find Raiden watching you. The blue- white orbs taking on an intensity you have never seen before. It causes you to feel entirely too warm and butterflies to work up from the pit of your stomach and into your chest, where they remain for the duration of the ceremony. You barely register the officiant announcing "You may kiss the bride!" exuberantly . You look past the happy couple, tho find Raiden still has not taken his eyes off you. Blushing profusely, you try to look anywhere but him. You catch Kitana's eye and she gives you a knowing smirk. You look away quickly only to find the Wind God watching you with a mischievous glint in his expression.

Oh no! You thought knowing that look. Fujin was planning on irritating his older brother. You nearly miss your cue to follow the newly weds off the dais. You move as if on autopilot, following the other bridesmaids as they each paired up with their partners.

What is Fujin planning this time? you thought mildly panicked. He had pushed Raiden to near violence with his pranks and teasing in the past, especially where you were concerned. Raiden didn't tolerate jokes played on him at your expense. He defended your honor as fiercely as he did Earthrealm. You feel a sudden touch at your elbow, startling you out of your worried ponderings. You hadn't noticed Raiden had fallen in step beside you, and even though it had been rehearsed nearly to death, you still flinched at the sudden contact. Raiden gently took your elbow, coaxing your arm to intertwine with his, just as it had been practiced. You breath shallowed as your pulse quickened. You weren't sure if the shiver that ran up your spine was from his electric touch or from your own excitement. He looked down at quizzically.

"Are you cold?" He asked in a barely audible whisper.

"A little," you whispered your lie. The truth was you felt entirely too warm, your heart pounding in your ears threatening to drown out all other noise. You were sure he could hear it too. Raiden seemed to accept your answer and disentangled his arm from yours only to drape it across your bare shoulders, pulling you closer to his side. Your sharp inhale gaining another glance from his intense blue-white eyes but he says nothing. Instead, he grazes his thumb over the exposed flesh of your shoulder. Intense, heated desire flushed your skin and made its way deep into your core. You shuddered again and his response was to pull you closer still. You were practically glued to his side. Once outside, the bridal party began to disperse. Separating into groups, and piling into vehicles that would take them to the reception venue, a mountainside resort with cabins for those few invited and a large dining/event hall over looking the valley below. Raiden didn't immediately let go as you made your way to vehicles. Instead, he let his hand skim from your shoulder, down your side, and finally came to rest at your waist where it lingered but a moment before his touch left you. As you climbed into your vehicle, he watched you with the same unwavering intensity he had at the altar. Fujin appeared behind him and said something that must have caught the Thunder God off guard. Judging by the frown on Raiden's face it couldn't have been anything good. The last sight of the two as you pulled away, was Fujin laughing at a scowling Raiden.

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The trip to the reception party was only an hour's drive, but it was long enough for your thoughts to comb over every detail of your interactions with the Protector of Earthrealm. Most notably how his hand had felt caressing you. The way it felt like he was undressing you with his eyes. Again you imagined what it would feel like beneath him. Those hands travelling to forbidden places. You blushed at the realization of just how illicit your daydream had become. Pulling into the parking area, you took a moment to collect your composure before exiting and collecting your bags from the trunk. The next three days were going be a much needed vacation. Johnny and Sonya had planned this mini retreat as a thank you to their closest friends for not only defending Earthrealm, but also putting up with Johnny during the planning stages. You smile remembering how much of a diva he is. More than once you and Sonya had to remind him that this wasn't some major blockbuster he was putting out but an intimate gathering for them and their friends. You make your way to your cabin to put away your bags and change into a more comfortable dress for the reception. The cabin was pretty spacious, with its open floor plan, the living area and kitchen were divided by a breakfast bar. The bedroom was mostly occupied by a king sized bed and a chest of drawers along the opposite wall. The bathroom was ensuite and was decorated just as rustic as the rest of the place. Save for very modern looking shower with multiple heads. You placed your bags down and fished out the dress, you hoped it wasn't terribly wrinkled. Placing the yellow dress on a hanger and hanging it on the bathroom door, you begin to undress. The zipper decided now would be a good time to snag and get stuck. You suddenly hear a rustling behind you and spin around, dropping into a fighting stance, only to find Raiden frozen in place at the bedroom door,his massive body filling the doorframe. Your mouth goes dry and suddenly you can't string together and sentence.

"I...I'm s-sorry. There must be...a mistake. I thought. ..I mean.." Raiden stammered and for the first time ever, you see him flustered. Yet he still couldn't take his eyes off you. He had come to speak with Liu Kang, but had found himself in the wrong cabin. He took in every detail, barely contained desire coursing through his every cell. He had indulged himself a little earlier, thinking those small touches would suffice and then he could put distance between the two of you. But they had only fueled his need for more. He was on the edge of a dangerous precipice and all it would take is one nudge to send him over. Out of the blue you find your voice, but you have no control over the words. No filter to stop you from uttering your desire.

"If you're going to stare, you could at least help me with the zipper," you purr, giving a small smile before turning away.

What are you doing, fool!! He's not interested in you like that! He's a God ! You scream at yourself subconsciously. There it was, the final push. He moved with lightningl speed to clear the space between you.

"Then I shall assist you," Raiden whispers in your ear as he places one hand on the zipper and the other at your hip. When did he cross the room? You thought hazily

Your breath hitches and desire runs through your veins like fire, pooling low in your belly. The heat of his breath at your ear sending a shiver of excitement through you even as his knuckles set fire to your spine as he slowly, and effortlessly, unzips your dress. With the task now complete, he removes his hands from you, an involuntary groan of protest escapes you before you even have time to reign in your wonton thoughts.

"It appears as though you may need further help discarding this garment, " he says silkily as he comes around you, his gait reminding you of a big cat stalking its prey. It is your turn to stand unmoving, staring hungrily at the God before you. He steps closer, his hands skimming up from your hips, past your sides, brushing along the outer most part of your breasts, and finally coming to rest on your shoulders. His blue-white eyes taking in the swell of your bosom, watching the the rise and fall of your shallowed breaths. A smile hints at the corner of his firm lips. He has you, his prey. And the gleam in his eye says he plans to devour your every quiver and moan. You stand there hypnotized by the grace with which he moves and the predatory look on his face as he glides his hands off your shoulders and down your arms, the dress falling and pooling at your feet, leaving you in your lacy bra and matching thong. He looms over you, offering an appraising look. Finally, you find your voice.

"We're going to be late," you barely whisper. "They'll probably notice if you're not attending the afterparty. " Your pulse is pounding in your ears, neatly drowning out all other sound. Your mind a riotous swirl of emotions and desire. You want him to fuck you, dominate you, own you.

"We have time yet, mortal, " he says haughtily. He leans in, one arm snaking around you to hold you in place and his other hand tips your chin, his lips capturing yours. All the air leaves you, the floor pitches and you are dizzy in his arms. Intense want illicits a moan against his lips. At this, he darts his tongue into your mouth, coaxing yours to dance. You capture his lower lip with your teeth, this time it's his turn to hum out a low rumble of desire. Suddenly he scoops you up, not breaking the kiss, and deposits you on the bed. His seven foot tall frame engulfs you, and you take this opportunity to run your hands down his chest and along his sides, feeling the rippling muscle beneath his clothes.

"You have far too many clothes on, Lord Raiden," you break contact to pant out.

"Have patience, sparrow," he growls as he begins to trace a path along your sensitive flesh with his lips, starting from your neck and gliding down to your breasts. He takes care to shower each equally with softly planted kisses and playful nips, bringing each bud to a peak and sensitizing the tender flesh until you shudder with need.

He makes his was lower still, his fingers tracing a winding path his mouth hungrily follows. You squirm and quiver beneath his expert touch .

"Be still, or I shall have to start again from the beginning," Raiden threatens, giving the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh a tight squeeze. You immediately try to bring your rebellious body under control but failing miserably once his mouth begins it's lazy descent. Before he makes it past your navel, there is a loud knock on the front door and you bolt upright in shock. Raiden quickly stands pressing a finger to his lips, indicating you should be quiet. Another knock is quickly followed by Fujin's voice.

"Brother? " Fujin calls out from porch. Raiden has left you in the bedroom, making sure to close the door silently, and made his way to the front door to confront his brother. You quickly scramble off the bed and shimmy into the yellow dress. You can hear the muffled sounds of conversation as you fix your hair so as not to looked quite so mussed. Snatching your makeup bag from your duffel of toiletries, you dart into the bathroom to fix your lipstick. Once put together, you made your way out into the front room.

"And what brings you to her cabin, instead of our own?" You can hear Fujin ask, knowing he's fishing for information.

" I simply came to escort her to the reception. " Raiden replies rather curtly. " She was not quite ready, so I waited here," he explained, gesturing to the breakfast bar. "What brings you here, brother?" You could hear the accusatory tone in Raiden's voice. The Wind God smiled brightly as he caught sight of you. You briefly met his gaze before blushing brightly and looking elsewhere.

"I also came to escort this beautiful little sparrow to the reception," Fujin responded,using the pet name Raiden called you but a few moments ago, the mirth dancing in his glowing eyes. The muscle in Raiden's jaw twitches with irritation. "But I see I am too late. Save a dance for me, will you? " he grins at you, all but laughing.

"Of course," you agree. You catch sight of Raiden's face, his lips hardened to a thin line. He is not happy hearing you agree to Fujin's request so readily. " But the first one belongs to Raiden, " you quickly amend so as to smooth any ruffled feathers.

"But of course," Fujin agreed with a wink. "It's always good to save the best for last, " he laughed as he turned away, making his way to the reception hall.

"We had better make our way as well, or we shall be late, " Raiden said evenly. His face once more unreadable as he too starts to leave. You fall into step beside him, wondering if he was somehow angry with you.

"I am not angry with you, my pet," he said barely above a whisper as if reading your mind. He said no more the rest of the short walk. Once inside, the two of you made your way to the bridal party table. You noticed it had been rearranged so that each maid and groomsman was paired. Frowning a little, you looked over at Sonya questioningly.

"It was last minute," she started matter of factly. "I didn't want to be caught between lovers' stares," she finished rolling her eyes.

"Oh, " was all you could manage as you took your seat awkwardly next to a very tense diety. You stole a quick glance at him and noted he seemed lost in thought, frustration radiated off of him, making you squirm uncomfortably in your chair. You could still feel the heat of his mouth and hands on you, and your own unmet desire boiled just below the surface barely masked.

I'd like to kick Fujin's ass for interrupting, you thought sourly. You caught a movement out of the corner of your eye and turned to see Kitana and Liu Kang seating themselves next to you, murmuring to one another. Liu looked over at his mentor and then whispered something to Kitana who shook her head. She caught you looking at her and smiled brightly, leaning towards you.

"Perhaps the two of you should go somewhere private and talk before whatever is between you boils over," Kitana whispers.

"It is fine, " you whisper back trying to reassure her and yourself. Her smile falters and as concern flits through her eyes. She leans back nodding and returns to her whispered conversation with Liu. He glances at you and offers a tight smile which you return. Raiden shifts in his seat, drawing your attention. You find him watching you, his face impassive. He shifts his weight in his chair again, this time his thigh brushes against yours as he does so, a smile ghosting at the corners of his mouth as he watches your pupils dilate. You can feel the hum of his touch like static electricity racing along your skin right to your core. You reach for your glass as take a gulp of your moscato. Raiden turns his gaze to Cage at being asked a question.

"Yo, Thunder Bro! Remember that time we were tracking Black Dragon in the Outworld mountains? " Johnny asked excitedly

"I remember all things, Johnny Cage. " Raiden replied evenly folding his hands in his lap.

Jax chuckled, knowing where Johnny was going with this. " Well, I was wondering if you could teach me how to get one of those big cats, " Johnny grinned. From somewhere by the desert bar Kung Lao's voice echoed, "There's NO way that was a CAT !!!"

"So anyway," Johnny said ignoring Kung Lao's outburst as Sonya and Jax snickered at the memory of that interesting mission, "is just the pspsps or is there some secret to it?"

"There is no secret, Johnny Cage," Raiden began, shifting slightly and placing his hand atop your thigh under cover of the tablecloth, giving a firm squeeze and causing searing heat to coil uncomfortably in your sex. "Cats simply gravitate to me. Perhaps we are something of kindred spirits." He smiled wryly at Cage.

"On the next trip to Outworld, I'm getting me a thunder cat!" Johnny quipped and Sonya sputtered her wine.

"Oh no," she said sternly "pump the breaks there hot rod, we are NOT bringing home some Outworld beast"

" Aw, c'mon doll, " Johnny whined. "Think about it, you could train your very own battlecat! "

"No!" Sonya rolled eyes and lovingly smacked Cage on the arm. While they were all discussing whether or not Johnny could actually train an Outworld felid, Raiden brushed his thumb over your thigh. You shift uncomfortably in your seat, earning you another, firmer, squeeze from his massive hand warning you to be still. All through the meal, which seemed to drag on forever, Raiden teased you, discreetly sliding his hand further up your leg and shifting it to rest on the innermost side. Unconsciously you press your legs together to stop his ascent. Suddenly his hand left your thigh, leaving you wanting more. He stood, looking down at you expectantly, offering his hand to you. You realize everyone is making their way to the dance floor in the middle of the event hall to watch the first dance.

"I do believe you promised me a dance. " Raiden's tone was commanding. Glancing up coyly through your lashes, you run your tongue over your bottom lip before smiling shyly.

"Of course, Lord Raiden," you begin silkily, "I am all yours." You take his proffered hand. His grip is vice-like on you as he pulls you to him. His eyes taking on more blue than white in a way like pupils dilating. He leaned close to whisper in your ear, "Not yet, but you will be," his breath sending a shiver of excitement down your spine. Realization dawned on him as he recognized it from your earlier encounter. He now knew you had lied and he was going to punish you for it. He led you to the dancefloor just as the newlyweds finished up their dance. Fujin pounced as soon as you were within range. Sweeping you away as soon as the music began with an impish grin and a wink at his brother. Raiden could only watch with murderous intent as he would not cause a scene here, and Fujin knew it well.

"Fujin! What are you doing?!" You whispered angrily. For the second time this evening, the capricious Wind God had denied you what you truly wanted.

"I am merely dancing with a beautiful woman, " he replied feigning ignorance.

"You know what I mean. I promised Raiden the first dance. Now you've made me break that promise," you stated sourly. You caught sight of the Thunder God prowling around the edge with all the gracefulness of a powerful predator. The only hint of his displeasure was the hard glint to eyes as he watched Fujin dance with you.

"Ah, I'm just having a bit of fun. He's never been the jealous type, it's quite humorous to see him beside himself ," Fujin laughed, his raspy voice like the wind through the trees.

"I really wish you wouldn't antagonize him so much," concern for Fujin's safety becoming more apparent.

" I can handle my brother, dear one. " Fujin gave you a brilliant smile. He was attractive, witty, and fun to be around. But nothing about him captivated you like Raiden did. Fujin's laughter and impish delight was infectious and you found yourself laughing too. He suddenly lifted you up above him and spun you around causing you to squeal out a laugh. Then, the mood shifted as he brought you back down, sliding you down his body before setting you down. You could feel him growing hard against your belly. "Fujin, what the f--" you were cut off by a vice grip on your arm as you were dragged back from the Wind God.

"You have taken up enough of her time, brother." Raiden said tightly. There was a threat in the way he spoke to Fujin that the younger brother must have understood. He paled under Raiden's hard gaze.

"Ah, of course. I shall take my leave," Fujin said contritly, bowing to his elder. " Perhaps another time, little dove." With that he stepped lightly away to engage with other guests. Raiden's grip remained tight as he led you out of the reception hall and down the short path to your cabin. He remained silent the entire time. You wanted to say something but the warning in his eyes made you forget how to speak. He flung open the front door and roughly ushered you inside, slamming the door behind him and tossing his hat to the floor.

"Raiden," you breathed out, "what..." you were cut off second time tonight as he hoisted you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes slapping your ass hard, earning a yelp of pain mixed with arousal. You had never seen him act in such a manner. It was feral and fucking hot.

"You will learn your place, mortal. I will make this very clear. I do not share," he said whispered threateningly. " I also will not tolerate lies." You were stunned into silence, trying to figure out a time you had ever lied to him. Then you remembered you had told him you were cold. Was he really that mad about it? He strode into the bedroom and dumped you on the bed. He stood there, glaring at you, his frustration barely contained. He began to disrobe, stopping only to motion at your dress. " Take it off," he bit off sharply but you could only stare wide eyed at this feral god before you. "Or do you need assistance removing this one too?"

You only nodded, seemingly forgetting how human speech works. Free of his belt, tabard, cowl, and shirt Raiden was on you in an instant. Gripping the thin material, he ripped it in two down the middle. Once you were free of the dress, Raiden pushed you to the mattress, pinning you with his large frame.

"Now...where to begin?" He growled into the crook of you neck. He inhaled your scent deeply as he traced his lips up the side of your neck to your ear. He nipped at the lobe and you audibly hitched your breath. He took advantage of your parted lips and brought his own down hard on them. He robbed you of breath as the world around you faded away until there was only him.

"Hmmmm," you moaned into his kiss and arched into him wanting to feel more of him. Your hands skimmed along his naked torso and around to his back, feeling the rippling muscles beneath your fingertips. Raiden pulls back from you earning a whimper of protest, grabbing both wrists and pinning them above your head.

"Be still," he commands. Locking your wrists tightly with one large hand, he runs the other down the side of your face. Fire runs through your veins and soaks your already molten center. His fingers trace along your pulse, feeling its heavy beat, his lips soon follow. His hand glides down to your hip, running his thumb along the laced band of your panties. You squirm under him, your breaths coming in ragged gasps as his mouth moves from your throat to your collarbone, nipping sharply at irregular intervals. Suddenly he let's go of your wrists and hauls you up into a sitting position and moves in behind you, pulling you to recline between his legs. You can feel his hard length pressed into your lower back and shift purposefully against it, making the Thunder God rumble his desire.

"You would still dare to provoke a god, my dear?" The tenor of his voice dropping and octave.

"Yes," you whisper, "if it means being the reason he comes undone."

With a low rumbling groan that sounded more like a growl, he fisted a handful if your hair and yanked your head to the side, giving him access to the tender flesh of your neck. As his mouth traces a heated path from your jaw to where your pulse can be felt beating heavily, his other hand skims up from your waist to your bra, yanking each cup down exposing the supple mounds. He bites down on your neck at the same time his fingers give a sharp pinch on your nipple, sending liquid heat directly to your quivering center. You brace your hands on his thighs and and arch into his touch, crying out as he assaults the other nipple. He nips his way down to your collarbone, so too does his hand travel farther down, tracing out each curve until he comes to rest at the top of your mons. Your hips buck into his hand, desperate for friction, but his other hand lets go off your hair and he bands his large arm around your waist, pinning you to him.

"Raiden! " you cry out in frustration and dig your nails into thighs.

"Shhh," he soothes, "All in good time." His voice even and sultry, even as you feel him trembling. "Let me hear you," he whispers as his large hand cups your sex, his middle finger tracing its delicate folds.

"Ah! Lord Raiden!" You cry out grinding against his hand. He slips his finger into your molten heat, his own breath hot and ragged against your neck. Your hips buck up to meet his skillful ministrations. His arm tightens its grip around your waist and he rolls his hips at your backside, letting out his own growl of desire. He slips in another finger and sets a methodically slow pace, curling them on the outward stroke to drag across your deepest erogenous spot, a slight vibrating hum building where he touches you.

"Let go, my dear. I want to hear your desire," he says hoarsely as he presses his palm against the sensitized bundle of nerves at your apex, diving his fingers deep into your already soaking cunt. This is your undoing and you convulse around his deft fingers, your head thrown back against his broad chest with a strangled iteration of his name.

" Good girl," he whispers darkly. Moving with a speed and gracefulness that comes from eons of careful practice, Raiden slips out from behind you and strips his pants all in one fluid movement. And before the world can right itself, you are pressed to the mattress, the Thunder God pushing your legs wide and coaxing you to wrap them at his waist. He leans down, one arm supporting his weight and the other snaking under your hips to angle your opening to rest against his rigid length, your heat causing him to pant lightly. "Who do you belong to?" He asks, his bright, pale eyes roaming over your face, taking in every detail, before settling on your mouth, waiting for you to answer

"You, Lord Raiden. My Thunder God, " you whisper, trembling with need. "I belong to only you. "

Raiden draws back his hips so as to drag his aching length across your slick folds until the wide crest of his cock sits just at your entrance, and there he hovers, watching you pant in frustration, a devilish smile on his lips. "You feel frustrated? Good," his voice like dark silk as he leaned in closer, "Now tell me, my caged sparrow, what do you want me to do?"

Your hands coming up to meet his broad chest and running down the length of his torso, you look up at him with heavy lidded eyes, your voice husky with desire "Kaminari ga watashi o tsureteiku" you breathe out, watching as his gaze darkens with intense carnality. Slowly, he pushes into you, never breaking eye contact. He watches as you arch your neck and your eyes roll back as guttural moan escapes your lips, that is his undoing. The final shred of control he had on his own need for satisfaction dissipated as he finally hilted himself deep inside you. He uses his free hand to interlace his fingers with your yours, pinning your hand next to your head, your other hand free to travel over and trace every dip and hollow you could reach. "You truly are mine," he rasps out and begins to move with long, fluid strokes. His hips rolling each time he fully sheathed himself in your core.

"By the Gods, yes!" You gasp, leaning up to nip just below his collarbone, raking your nails down his back. The Thunder God above you moves his arm from under your hips to steady himself as he picks up the pace, rolling his head back to moan loudly. You reach up to cup the side of his face, urging him to look back at you, "I want to see you come undone for me, Raiden. Take me with you. " you say as you feel the pressure build. Raiden tightens his grip on your hand, his brow furrowed with concentration, sweat misting your bodies as his rhythm becomes erratic. All control finally broke as he lost himself to pleasure, deep growls and grunts reverberating off the walls, mingling with your soft whimpers and throaty moans. Your sex quivering around his unrelenting cock had you tightening your legs around his waist drawing him further in. Raiden pressed harder and undulated his hips, hitting your sweet spot again and again until you saw stars streaking across your vision.

"Oh, RAIDEN!!!!" you screamed out as your orgasm ripped through you. Pleasure wracked your body, as your hands scrabbled to hold onto him. He slammed into you one last time before stilling briefly as the first wave of his climax came. Raiden gave four more deep strokes, bottoming out in you as he emptied himself of his seed in you.

"By the Elder Gods ! " he said through clenched teeth. The Thunder God shuddered, finally spent, withdrawing and lying to the side you. No words were spoken, as he drew you into his arms, and pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. Breathing in his scent as you returned the tenderness by placing a kiss above his heart, you both drift off.

You are the one temptation I would gladly give in to he thought to himself before sleep took over.

Outside the cabin, the winds whipped wildly as thunder rumbled in the distance.

#mortal kombat #lord raiden #thunder god #mk x reader #raiden x reader #mortal kombat x reader

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banzaitaka · 3 years

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hi hru? i hope you've been taking care of yourself. May I request a Chongyun and Xiao with a male s/o who plays the piano in private?

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Hey hoi howdy

I'm good! But pretty overwhelmed by how fast I reach milestones- srsly we're at 300 followers now- Like- Hi?? Whazzup ppl??

I had to type this one down on my phone all over again after trying to post it on my pc about 3 times. Tumblr hates me again

Anyways-

Genshin Impact Masterlist

I hope this is what you wanted & you enjoy reading!

X male! reader

Headcanon: Chongyun, Xiao with a s/o who plays the piano

If Chongyun ever rambles about how amazing his boyfriend is, he mostly focuses on the piano playing. He doesn't get lost in memories and embarrasses himself when he talks about things (Y/N) is good at (Unlike if he started to talk about (Y/N)'s personality- oh boi- fetch this boy some cold water)

Ramblings are pretty rare tho, or never if (Y/N) doesn't want anyone to know about his passion

Chongyun feels special if (Y/N) only shared it with him- or at least if he is one of the few who get to listen to it

He is really interested in learning more about his boyfriend's passion and likes to talk about it

It would embarrass him greatly, but if (Y/N) wants him to try to play a few easy tunes, he will try

"Uhm...Which key was it again?"-He'd need some time, but would get the hang of it soon

Just imagine playing something together, him sitting on the left and (Y/N) on the right. Chongyun would do the simple deep tone thing while (Y/N) plays the melody (Chongyun would feel amazing, it surely would be a bonding experience)

Now, I feel like this would be a nice way to meet Xiao

Him, walking around in the mountains, searching for demonic spirits...but then he'd hear a faint piano sound. He'd curiously walk closer to an abandoned hut and end up finding (Y/N), completely zoned out, playing the piano like no one else did (the rest is history lol)

Most of the time Xiao leans against the wall outside the room where his boyfriend plays piano, calming his nerves while listening to the sweet melodies

He's very hesitant to walk in and sit down, he doesn't want to be a nuisance or a distraction

If (Y/N) tells him he really wants him to sit next to him while he plays, Xiao would click with his tongue, "Fine."

There are only three moods of Xiao:

His eyes are closed ad he listens anf relaxes his muscles

His eyes are on his boyfriend's hands, following their every move with interest

His eyes are fixated on (Y/N)'s face, admiring his 'in the zone' face while he himself completely zones out too

He expects (Y/N) to never tell anyone about his three moods, well knowing he saw every one of them at least once

Xiao wouldn't play if (Y/N) asks him to

But

He would sneak into the piano room to practice playing

Maybe to surprise his boyfriend for his next birthday

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crownshattered-moved · 2 years

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@tsukkiakarii inquired: “it’s a lady’s prerogative to do anything she wants.” (for kotoha, from her main verse tho with what we chatted abt!) [meme!]

When He Was Wicked—No Longer Accepting

“Oh no, I couldn’t do anything I want…”Kotoha replied as she glanced up from Inosuke, who she was playing with. The baby was giggling happily, entirely unaware of the demon in his midst…but, then again, so was his mother. To her, Kokushibo was just another person in the temple, the partner of Lord Doma. And, as Kotoha saw it, her friend. She enjoyed talking to Kokushibo, finding her calm exterior soothing in comparison to Kotoha’s own cheerful and gently excitable nature.

Not to mention how confident Kokushibo seemed… Kotoha never had the chance to be confident in herself, not when everyone around her put her down constantly. She didn’t understand how Kokushibo could be such a strong woman, and she greatly admired her for it. She wanted to be independent like that for Inosuke… Maybe she could learn from her? Well, that was a bit of a struggle, especially since the mere thought of doing whatever she wanted was quite daunting.

“You’re braver than me, Kokushibo-san… I couldn’t do whatever I want.!! There are all of these rules I must follow, and if I don’t, bad things will happen to me…” They always did, after all. The young woman then offered the other a smile. “But that’s okay.!! I’ll just support you instead!”

#| ʸᵒᵘ’ʳᵉ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ ᵍʳᵒʷ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ˡᶦᶠᵉ; ᶦ’ᵐ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ ᵈᵒ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᶦ’ᵛᵉ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵒ [kotoha ask] |#|demon slayer|#| ᵐʸ ˢᵒⁿᵍˢ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᶦᵈ ᶦⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃʳᵏ ;queue; |#tsukkiakarii #| ᵃˡˡ ᵐʸ ᶠʳᶦᵉⁿᵈˢ ᵃʳᵉ ʰᵉᵃᵗʰᵉⁿˢ; ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᶦᵗ ˢˡᵒʷ [interactions {kokushibo}] |

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Amoreena | chapter twelve

Chapter Twelve

main summary: Heaven is a real place and it's located exactly 14.6 miles away from the FBI, Quantico Headquarters. Off behind a small park, under a fantastical willow tree surrounded by wildflowers, in every colour young minds can imagine.

Don't forget, heaven also comes with angels.

Chapter Warnings: spencers mom has a bad day at the doctor's and so spencer thinks he's going to have a bad day too but he ends up having the best day of his entire life.

talk of pregnancy, celebratory sex, oral (female receiving), grinding, no penetration, serious deep talks after sex about their most depressive episodes, sharing trauma and making sure they know the other is loved regardless of what goes on in their mind. it's a rough one so read with caution

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from the beginning <3

He was up before Amoreena, awaking for the second time that morning to the sound of his alarm, kissing Y/N on the forehead before leaving their bed, she simply laid there and watched him get ready.

Most of his clothes were here now, every time he was near his apartment he brought more and more things home with him. Because that wasn’t his home, it hadn’t been for a long time, even when he lived there it was just a trove of books and a bed he slept on occasionally.

They were probably going to move all his stuff over in the summer, after the second wedding… after the girls meet Taylor, and hopefully when Y/N’s actually pregnant and not too sick or tired to help.

“Come here,” she whispers before he can slip out of the room, “kiss your wife.”

He can’t help but smile as he bounds towards the bed, jumping in and wrapping her up in his arms. He smothers her face in kisses, making her laugh, still half asleep as she let him manhandle her.

“I love you,” he reminded her.

“We love you too,” she replied with a smile, answering for Amoreena even though she was still asleep down the hall, “don’t wake her up yet, she needs all her rest for today.”

“I’ll be quiet,” he responds with a smile, kissing her again before he finally gets out of the bed, if not he would have stayed there forever.

He tiptoes down the hall and into Amoreena’s room, kissing her sweet little forehead lightly before exiting just as quietly. It was like he was never there.

He snuck down the stairs quietly, locked the door behind himself on the way out, and took off down the driveway in his old blue Volvo amazon, paying extra attention to the path for any kitties or Rufus out on their morning strolls.

It didn’t take long for a happy day to go sour when he was in a doctor's office with his mom. Those were the worst places he could go with her, especially on a bad day. Her mind was playing tricks on her, she really didn’t like hospitals or government buildings, even lawyers' offices stressed her out.

Today she was convinced he wasn’t really her son, Spencer, and that he was actually leading her to be a government experiment. It was hard to see her struggle, especially on a day they needed to ask her serious questions while she sat still. It was the fact she had to stay awake for 24 hours that triggered the episode, the EEG requiring her mind to be deprived of sleep. It was rough, she barely knew him. They wouldn’t have the test results for a while but he already knew it wasn’t good.

He dropped her back off at the home as quickly as he could, not able to deal with the verbal abuse any longer, he didn’t even say goodbye. The woman he dropped off was his mother on the outside but not on the inside today. It was really hard to look at her and know her, but not see that same look in her eyes.

By the time he’s returning to the farm, it’s 11:45 and he’s exhausted.

He finds Y/N in the bedroom, lying in bed in just a t-shirt and her underwear, completely sound asleep with the blankets thrown off the bed. She looks so beautiful, he slips out of his clothes to match her, sliding into bed beside her and just looking at her perfect face.

He presses a kiss to her shoulder that startles her awake, “oh god, Spencer!” she places her hand on her heart as she calms down.

“Sorry,” he smiles, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her in closer.

“How’s your mom?” Her tired words meet his ears and his smile dies.

“Not great, really don’t want to talk about it yet,” he was honest with her, snuggling in closer as she hummed in agreement to drop it. “How was Amoreena’s morning?”

“I told Amoreena I wouldn’t tell you, but I don’t need to you to freak out in front of all the kids or cry or pass out in front of all them, but there’s a positive pregnancy test on her all about me project,” she explains it like she’s about to say it’s just Amoreena’s from 8 years ago…

He pulls back slowly, looking into her eyes as she smiles wider and wider, “you’re pregnant?”

She nods her head as her smile gets bigger and toothier, she’s wrapping her arms around him so tight it’s like he can’t breathe for multiple reasons.

“We did it, Spencer, I made you a daddy again,” the words carry from her mouth in a beautiful tune.

He’s holding her back so gently, afraid to squeeze too hard and hurt her and the tiny little life that’s starting inside her. He’s silent, overjoyed but absolutely dumbstruck at the fact it’s real. A month ago he thought about walking into traffic after work and just seeing what happened, now he was a father of 2 with a wife and a happy farm and a life that was good.

A life he deserved.

All thanks to a beautiful little girl with an interest in dinosaurs and making new friends. Amoreena was an angel sent from heaven, improving both of their lives greatly, and now they were making another.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, oh my god yes, I’m just,” he didn’t know what words to say and it was evident. “Amoreena knows?”

She nodded softly, “she now knows girl parts make eggs, boy parts make sperm, and that adults have sex but you can only make a baby at 25, she really didn’t seem to be all that interested in the science, but she’s excited to be a big sister.”

“Wow,” it all caught up to him then, he placed his hand on her stomach softly, “hi little one.”

Y/N laid back against the bed, pulling her shirt up so he could see the barely-there bump, “It’s mostly leftover’s from Amoreena, but yeah, there’s another one in there.”

He couldn’t help himself from running his hands over the curve of her stomach, thinking about Amoreena being in there once upon a time and how tiny she must have been. It was even weirder to think that a part of her was once even in him.

“It’s strange to think that I jerked off into a cup and you made the most perfect kid on earth with it… it just feels like it doesn’t add up. She’s so perfect I can’t believe she was once a part of us both,” he can’t help but let his inner monologue seep out, she didn’t mind it, she loved hearing how his mind worked.

“I can’t wait to see you holding this little one,” her hands joined his on her stomach, the shape of her forefingers and thumbs making a heart over her bare belly.

Spencer leaned in and kissed right in the middle, beside her belly button, in love with whoever was in there already.

“Amoreena had a dream last night too,” Y/N cuts into his little moment, “guess how many sisters she said she had.”

“8?” Spencer can’t help but smile.

She nods, “I don’t know what it is about this house but the good dreams always come true, who knows how many babies are in there right now.”

“I hope just one for now,” he says in all honesty, “I really want time with just one little one, you and Amoreena. A family of four for a bit and then the twins, that’s how it was in the dream.”

“Did they have names?”

“You called them Elly, Junie, tho and Cordelia, and you said there were 3 sets of twins, two after Cordelia,” he remembers it all as if he was really there, whispering all the words against her stomach, his cheek resting on the band of her underwear as he laid between her legs with his arms around her.

“Amoreena, Elizabeth, Juniper, Theodora, and Cordelia were all the options I was choosing from last time,” she says with the widest smile, “how the heck did your mind know that?”

“It felt very real, which is why I was so worried about where I was, I don’t know how I could have missed anything but now I know that part was just my anxiety,” Spencer rationalized it. “Amoreena probably had the better version of that future in her dream last night.”

“I was having a great dream before you came back,” she teases him, running her fingers through his hair as he continues to kiss her stomach.

He loops his fingers around the band of her underwear, sliding it down just low enough to really kiss where that baby of his is hiding out. She lifts her hips into the contact, letting him slip them down her legs and completely off, she spreads her legs even more.

He takes his time pressing a kiss to every single inch of her, her skin is soft, her leg hair is prickly on his hands and his cheeks but it’s nice, he rubs his face against her like a cat marking his territory as she continued to scratch his scalp.

He spread her open with two fingers, he presses a soft kiss to her clitoris and all the way down to her opening before licking a wet stripe up the sensitive skin. The moan she releases is the loudest one he’s heard on her yet, it was really the first time he’s been allowed to really enjoy her.

“It’s important for your partner to help with the stretching in the third trimester,” she teases him, “but they don’t mention anything about starting too early being a bad thing.”

“I don’t want to disrupt anything in there,” he worries aloud, letting her decide if it’s okay.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” she laughed, “I don’t think you’d reach them, but if you’re really worried there are other ways to help.”

“Such as,” he asks, lowering his face back down to her wet heat, continuing to explore her with his tongue as he expects her to talk.

“You, um you can, shit, wow,” she props herself up on her elbows to get a better look at what he’s doing as she stalls for a few minutes, “just rub yourself over me, Spencer please, I want more of you.”

She grips him by his cheeks and pulls him up into a kiss, both of them rushing to push his boxers down and off his legs, she spreads her own once more so he can press against her.

His hard cock resting flat against her, rubbing back and forth as he spreads her wetness around with him. The head gliding over her clit just the right way as she held him close to her body, kissing down his neck and sucking marks all over his chest.

She was desperate for him and who was he to deprive her, so he rocked into her more, grinding down harder against her body and making her shaking lightly. It felt better, more intimate, more euphoric than any other sex he’s had, just being close to her had him on the edge faster than he expected to get there.

She’s chanting his name then, head tossed back against the pillow as she digs her fingers into his asscheeks, holding him so close to him he can feel her orgasm rush through her. She stills, bucking up into him one last time as he finishes all across her stomach.

His hands are curled around her cheeks then, holding her perfect face in his hands as he hovers over her, using everything in his power to not crush her or the baby. He’s trying so hard to steady his breathing, so is she, they just smile at each other, laughing lightly at how in love they are.

“I love you,” he says on impulse, “you’re so good to me.”

“Look at all the good you’ve given me,” she whispers, “it would be wrong for me not to love you for everything you’ve done for me, whether you were aware of it or not.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m not going to tell you about my depression while your cum dries between us like glue,” she laughed at how crude it sounded.

He laughs lightly too, rolling off her to see just how much of a mess they made. “Tell me in the shower?”

“Seems appropriate,” she agreed, taking his hand and following him into the bathroom.

He loved the old feel of her bathroom, the green linoleum and floral wallpaper, the pink towels and bright orange shower curtain, it was happy and bright and the perfect place to laugh for half an hour as they washed each other.

She has him pressed against the shower wall then, water trickling over them gently as she stares into his eyes, “I don’t know how to say it without it coming out really scary,” she finally resumes the conversation they were about to have in the bedroom.

“I’ve probably been in the same mental state, I’m not going to judge your method of choice,” he explains it in a way that she’ll know he really, really gets it.

“I had a few suicidal thoughts when my grandma went to chemo before I chose your sample and before I did all the hormones, I was thinking why should I stay and bring another life into my misery when I could just die first and not have to see her go through that anymore,” she sucks her bottom lip into her mouth as she stops, letting him digest all the words.

“Did you try anything?” He’s not sure why he’s asking.

She shakes her head, the best no he’s ever seen in his life. “My grandma noticed on my birthday when I wasn't coming down for breakfast like normal, I was really depressed and so we went out and talked and had lunch together for the first time in forever cause she wasn't feeling sick, I’ll never forget it. It was the best and worst birthday of my life.”

“I’m the worst husband ever,” he says, taking her by surprise, “I don’t even know your birthday.”

It makes her laugh, taking her out of the sadness as she realizes he really doesn’t judge her, he gets it completely. “January 16th, 1986, three minutes after Evan,” she manages to say it with a smile.

“That’s the date Maeve died,” both of them stare at each other in shock, wondering just how many other coincidences they had out there to figure out.

“How many days after did you donate?”

“On the 19th,” he confirmed without taking a breath, “holy shit.”

“We both were suicidal on the same day,” she covers her mouth with a wet slap, laughing at the worst thing she’s ever said, it’s the shock and the emotions of everything catching up to her right then and there.

“Oh my god,” he laughs in response, both of them laughing as they hugged in the corner of her green shower. “we are fucked up.”

“Soulmate things,” she shrugged, holding him even tighter.

He wished she could see his face then, the looking that overcame him as he heard the word soulmates. She just called him her soulmate. He licks his lips, taking it all in and almost hyperventilating, she can feel the way his breathing changes as she looks up with concern.

“What?”

He shakes the thoughts out, swallowing sharply as he makes eye contact with her, “nothing.”

“No, I know that look Spencer, what did your brain say to you this time? I will go in there and kick its ass,” she pokes his forehead then, threatening his anxiety to fuck off.

“I never thought I’d get to hear someone say that to me, it’s stupid,” he felt too vulnerable suddenly, sky and closed off.

“Who hurt you?” She asks in complete curiosity, wanting to know why he can’t imagine someone loving him.

“My parents,” it slips out before he can catch it, “I love my mom. I always have to preface that, she did what she could but it was nowhere near enough. I don’t hold anything against her, I just hate that that’s how it was, that she had bad days at all because they always shine brighter in my memory than the good days.”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have pushed you,” she worries this time, seeing the hurt on his face and feeling like she fucked up, he can read her micro-expressions easier than anyone else.

“I would have told you soon enough, my dad left because of my mom's illness and he made sure I knew he didn’t want me. I don’t care that he kept up with me on the internet, the fact he didn’t even care to let me know he lived 10 miles from me my whole life makes me feel sick. I was 14 point 6 miles away from Amoreena this whole time and I would give all my fucking organs to go back in time and be with her from day 1, I don’t get how he could just not love me?” The rant comes out of his mouth for the first time ever, the same thoughts that have been there building for 40 years bursting at the seam.

She reaches behind them to turn off the water then, stepping away from him while he cools down a bit, “Yeah, no I get it, I hate him too now. That's so fucked up, honey, I'm so sorry.”

It makes him huff out a laugh, “I’m sorry, you’re not my therapist you don’t have to deal with all that.”

“I’m your wife, I deal with that regardless. In sickness and in health remember?” She reminds him, “depression is just as real of an illness as cancer. I don’t want you to keep these thoughts from me. I want to know about every paper cut, every splinter, every bad thought that crosses that beautiful mind because I love you.”

“As long as you always remember that too,” he makes sure that she knows he feels the same. “Don’t keep anything from me thinking it’ll ruin the happy atmosphere of this kingdom, Amoreena would tell you that a castle is only as strong as its weakest brick. If you crack we all tumble.”

“My foundations are strong, if not Derek’s a renovator right?” She raised her eyebrows, making another joke. They were always going to be okay.

“Speaking of, how are we going to house all 12 of these children you plan on having?”

"We, smartie pants, we are having," she tosses the shower curtain out of the way then, stepping out and wrapping herself in a towel, “I was thinking we add a few more rooms, nanny and pop were always adding on to this place, it would be nice to fix it up a bit.”

“I can see if Derek wants to help, or we can find a contractor?”

“Well, Alli still has another 8 weeks till her baby comes, so you might as well do something with Derek here in that time,” she agrees with a smile, “my nanny left everything to me, so I have a decent amount saved still for whatever you guys think the house can handle, I just want it done safely, and it has to match.”

She was bossy, he loved every second of it. “Yes ma’am,” he smiles as he steps out, drying off beside her.

Y/N couldn’t stop smiling at him as she watched him fluff his curly wet hair in the mirror, “how would you like to go out and get our first kid a big sister present before the graduation?”

“We never had a chance to read on Saturday, would you want to get her a big sister book and read at the tree?” Spencer suggests, making eye contact with her reflection in the mirror, even backwards she’s beautiful.

She nods with a smile, “sounds great, daddy.”

He wraps his arms around her before she can leave the room, kissing her neck and shoulder as she squirms, trying to get away from him but failing on purpose. “Spencer, seriously we have to go.”

“Then don’t call me daddy,” he whispers in her ear, and he can physically feel the way it excites her.

“We will revisit this later,” she says with a stern look as she pulls away finally, dropping the towel on purpose as she walks towards her new closet.

She was going to be the death of him, and hopefully, that wasn’t for a long time. Hopefully, he thought right then and there, that the moment he finally does die, he dies is beside her. Happily in his sleep, as they’re in their 90’s, and in a perfect world she’d slip away with him.

“Can I ask a dumb question?” He rushes the words out, taking her up on that offer of hearing all the bad thoughts.

“Always,” she smiles.

“When we get to heaven, stay with me? Pick me instead of Stephen for the forever part?” He’s not sure why he’s crying, or why he’s thinking about it. But it’s where his mind went and she said she’d always follow.

She tilts her head to the side, dropping her shoulders as she sighs, “we can set Stephen and Maeve up with each other.”

It makes him smile, she always knew what to say. “Who knows, they could be the reason all this happened.”

She nods then, “I like the thought of that, they deserve to be happy together, I’m sure they would like each other.”

He really believed they were soulmates then, that something bigger set up all these dominoes and he was so excited to watch them fall. To see where they landed, the beautiful pattern that they would reveal. The wonderful world he was creating with her was always going to be amazing because something greater than them said so.

—

She looked more beautiful than he’s ever seen her as they rolled up to the school. She was physically glowing, her hair was perfect, her dress laid over her stomach in the right way that he could see proof she was with child, even if she called it leftovers from the last one. It was his favourite part of her, it was where she made the best person they knew.

They walked around to the back gate, hand in hand, smiling wide as they walked into the little classroom. There were balloons and streamers everywhere, they had little cupcakes all set up and all of them were in matching blue caps and gowns.

Amoreena waved at them when she saw them, not allowed to leave her seat from where they were practicing their ceremony. It was unbelievably adorable, Spencer couldn’t help but be that Dad who took a million photos on his cellphone. He was never going to miss another moment.

JJ wrapped her arm around him sneakily, startling him as she hugged him, “hello Spencer Reid, father and husband,” she teased him. “Still weird thinking of you as a dad.”

He wanted to tell her, but she’d know soon anyway once she saw the all about me project, “shit,” Y/N says from behind him as she realizes too. “Tell her.”

“We’re having another one,” Spencer whispers in JJ’s ear before she can even react.

She smacks his side as she pulls back, staring at him with her mouth wide open. The same face Henry made when he saw Y/N for the first time, completely shocked and nervous, “oh my god?”

He nodded, “we’re not telling anyone, I was supposed to find out on her all about me project but she didn’t want me to pass out in front of all the kids.”

It made JJ laugh, shrugging as she agreed with the idea, she pulled away from him and wrapped Y/N up in her arms, hugging her ever so softly. Y/N closed her eyes and pressed their cheeks together as she accepted the thank you, knowing JJ was just happy to see Spencer succeed.

She placed a hand on Y/N’s tummy before pulling away fully, “I always hoped I’d see the day where Spencer made a little genius, I still can’t believe Amoreena is his sometimes, that hasn’t really hit me yet, but this… this is real. I’m so happy for you.”

Y/N cried a little, wiping her eyes as she laughed it off, “okay, sorry this is a big day for me, my first baby is graduating, this baby is trying to grow a heartbeat, it’s all a lot.”

“I get it, believe me,” JJ agreed, placing her hand on Y/N’s lover back and holding her close to her side. Bonding in that moment, making Spencer’s heart swell.

“Where’s the cowboy?” She changed the subject, looking for Will.

“Oh there’s a case in Kentucky, I missed Henry’s graduation, so I’m here for Michaels while he’s on the case, it’s only fair,” she explained with a smile, content with how their life and relationship worked.

“Do you want to sit with us?” Y/N offered, pointing at the folding chairs, taking a seat with JJ in the front, sitting between her and Spencer so she could talk to both of them before the ceremony.

It was lovely having them become friends, his first love and the last one he'd ever have.

They passed out tissues (thank god) before the ceremony, Y/N and Spencer both using at least 5 as they watched Amoreena get her tiny scroll of paper, move the string on her hat to the other side and then wave at them. Spencer took at least 100 photos of her, unable to stop how proud he felt that he made her.

What Amoreena failed to mention was that she was chosen to be the class valedictorian, surprising them with a tiny speech at an even tinier podium. It was so cute, both Spencer and JJ recorded it to remember for later.

“My class chose me to talk to everyone because I’m the oldest, lots of my classmates like to think of me as an older sister,” she smiled right at her parents, hinting at the fact she knew when she thought Spencer didn’t yet.

So he played along, looking surprised at the word choice.

“I’ve had the best two years with all my friends in this classroom, Miss Kennedy was the nicest women they could pick to make sure we learned everything we need to before grade school starts,” her words were definitely chosen by her, possibly reworded by her teacher but definitely from her heart.

“My mom taught me the alphabet, she taught me how to spell and count, she taught me lots of things that miss Kennedy taught in here, at first it was hard being the kid who knew more, but then it was fun getting to help everyone else learn,” she continued with the most enthusiastic voice, going off-script as she thought of more. “My dad, though, he’s taught me how special our family is. How special it is to get to meet new people and learn about the world with them, I’m so glad my parents made me so I could learn with all of you these past 2 years.”

All the parents were crying, she was able to touch the hearts of everyone around her. At the age of 7, she was more well-spoken, more understanding and grateful than any of the adults in that room.

“I’ll see you all on the big kid yard next year!” She cheered, jumping up and down and clapping, all her friends rushed to the stage for a big group hug.

His little girl was so unbelievably loved, the way she deserved.

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