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nyimasu · 1 year

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───── 𝑇𝐴𝐾𝐸 𝑀𝑌 𝐵𝑅𝐸𝐴𝑇𝐻

PAIRING — lawyer!nanami x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS — oh, how thrilling it is to rile up your partner just before the trial, even if you're well aware of the consequences. and nanami makes sure to remind you of each one of them.

CW — thigh humping, orgasm denial, edging, impact play (spanking), choking kink, nanami is really jealous in this one, implicit mention of a daddy kink because nanami might be into it tbh

WC — 1.3k ;; cross-posted on ao3

ANYA'S CORNER — I’m fully convinced nanamin has a darker side that only a few had the misfortune (or fortune, should I say?) to see ehe hope you like this and see you soon!

REBLOGS ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED!

"Still feeling like you can act like a bitch in heat? You thought I wasn’t going to punish you since I’m at work, didn’t you? Look at me when I’m talking."

His open hand landed on your ass cheek with force, the action bringing you even closer to his tautness and a small whimper left your parted lips.

You should’ve known better than teasing Kento right before an important trial he had scheduled almost a month prior. You were there to support him. Nothing more, nothing less.

You should’ve known better than bending over in front of him and other lawyers right on the way to the court and pick up what slipped through your fingers, ass hugged by the pencil skirt you had on hugging more tightly your flesh.

It wasn’t short by any means, still the thought of you being seen in that position by anyone in broad daylight had Nanami’s blood course through his veins at double speed. And it did even more so when you turned, an embarrassed smile on your face as a way to apologise for such an inappropriate act.

Fingers that previously rested on his sides had curled inward, possessiveness and jealousy eating him alive. But he didn’t throw a fit.

He knew better, unlike you.

"D-da-" another moment of slight pain — provoked by the blonde’s grip on you — reverberated in your bones and you cut yourself off with a broken sigh.

"Not today. I’m too pissed off for that."

Your upper limbs were bent behind your back, where Nanami had caged them with one of his big, beautiful hands. His other one was on the column of your neck, squeezing multiple times the expanse of abused skin until all he could see was the whiteness of your eyeballs, gloating whenever your greedy cunt clenched around the air in response.

Such a needy thing you were.

He was now back at restricting the windpipe, and the silent moans you choked on went straight to his painfully hard cock.

The trial was going to be even more challenging to get through now.

You felt his clothed erection straining the fabric of the pants more and more as you kept grinding on him, your undies soiled with arousal. Strong and almost undeniable was the urge to tumble off of his leg and let him fuck your throat, but it was even harder to just follow his orders without upsetting him more than you did already.

His eyes scanned your figure before hissing, "Stop." You complied, waiting for Nanami to add what you were sure was the catch to it all.

He provided it a second later, the shadow of a grin ghosting over his lips as he continued. "I give you two minutes. Fuck yourself on my thigh if you’re so eager to, but if you stain my pants with your cum… you know what’d happen next, uhm?"

As the pencil skirt rolled up all the way around your thighs your blood’s temperature raised too, for he spread his legs further on the leather chair he was sitting on, his grip on your neck tightening and losing up enough times for you to approach your climax even faster.

"A-ah, yes."

Luckily to you, that wing of the court’s inner offices were empty at that time, so the strings of fatigued moans wandered among the marble walls on their own accord without being intercepted by anyone. Nanami seemed not to care, his eyes today free of his usual oogles fixated on your leaking pussy. Your juices were a thrust away from ruining his suit.

Had it been two minutes already?

He didn’t have to repeat himself: the moment he was done talking, you rocked your hips back and forth at a faster pace and let out a pained hiss when Nanami dug his fingernails into the flesh of your wrists.

You halted right away, legs quivering as the lawyer removed his hand from over your throat and forced your frazzled form to get up.

You’d been so close to finally cum that, when Kento’s index pushed your chin upward, he was met with the sight of your glassy eyes. Tears gathered at the lower rim of your eyelashes and Kento bent over, close enough to catch the only, traitorous teardrop on your cheek with the smallest of kisses.

He wasn’t going to indulge you further or he was going to be late for the trial. And he was definitely going to be if you kept teasing him.

"Please, please, Kento. Let me-" "Cum? Why would I? You know I can’t stand being offered something I can’t have or enjoy immediately."

Suddenly the man’s grip behind your back disappeared and you tilted your head to the side, denying him the view of desperation gnawing at your insides.

Nanami gathered his jacket and bag from the floor, then passed by you to open the door and exit the room. Without thinking straight, you fixed your appearance the best you could and went after him.

Before you could do it, his hand was on you again.

Deciding to join them and sit to recollect your pieces, you went to ignore your partner and go first.

"What?" you asked in a saccharine tone that Nanami didn’t think was to his liking.

The throbbing between your thighs didn’t seem to stop, not even when you two joined Nanami’s group outside the court and found yourself chatting with a lovely girl. But it did as more people entered into the vast space, leaving you and Kento behind.

"Tease me like that again, in any circumstances that may occur, and I won’t let you touch my body for an entire week. Understood?" "Yes, sir." "Good girl."

Then his palm impacted against your ass once more, and the startled whimper crawling in the back of your throat dried out as Kento’s lips kissed the outer shell of your ear.

"Once I’m done here I’m going to drag you home, bend you over the table and fuck your cute ass. Maybe I’ll even let you have what you so desperately desire. Now go."

A little push from him got you almost stumbling, but you watched him with one eye as you sat next to someone who you used to know really well.

Your eyes widened in shock as you whispered, "Yu? Yu Haibara, is that you?" The boy turned to look at the person besides him, his eyes immediately locking with yours. Maybe you just did another stunt of yours-

But your faith had been well put in him because jolts of joy spread through his entire system as the young man said your name, hands reaching for yours. His smile was contagious, elated even. "Hi! Oh my God, it's really you. I’m so happy to see you. Long time no see, wow. How long has it been?" You reciprocated his enthusiasm with a short laugh. "Twelve years, I think." "And you haven’t changed one bit. Tell me, you’re still with Nanami-san?"

The blonde passed by you both at that moment, eyes on Haibara as his hand caressed your bare shoulder before he took place right before you two. The other man stared at the brief exchange and chuckled when you rolled your eyes, mumbling an exasperate, "Oh, yes. Possessive as ever." Haibara raised an eyebrow, eyeing you quickly for a second. "He has every right to be. Did you take a look at yourself in the mirror lately?"

Oh, you did, and in many ways: lots of them involved Nanami’s body crashed against yours as he fucked his seed into you and you watched everything from the mirror above the bed.

You gifted Yu another big smile of yours as the judge walked in and everyone rose to their feet to greet them. As the room fell silent after a few minutes, Kento slightly moved to let you have a full visual of his crotch, the outline of his hard cock pressing against the fabric as he bounced his leg up and down under the wooden table. It was as if he was whispering “look at what you’ve done, how am I going to focus now?”

Several sharp breaths of yours reached his nape, and Nanami was finally sure he was going to take his sweet time at home with you.

First, however, he was going to take home the case and celebrate. Second, he was going to take your breath away, your boobs pressed against the cold surface of the table while he ravished your body.

For he was going to be the only one seeing you in that position, vulnerable to his needs only.

#voice of cassandra #jjk drabbles #nanami x reader #nanami x you #nanami kento smut #nanami smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut

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im-a-wonderling · 1 year

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Eyes, Part 4 ~ Darth Vader

Again, not edited, but that’s whatcha get I guess 😂

Warnings: none?

Word count: 3k

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Vader had never been in the cafeteria.

He didn’t enjoy public spaces much anymore, not when they were full of people.

With eyes.

That stared.

Even though all the various workers dutifully avoided looking at him when he could see them, he knew that as soon as his back was turned, they were ogling him. The hum of chatter in the air was just a cover, a front to make it seem like they were all behaving normally. Being here, where they could all see him and talk about him, it made him beyond uncomfortable.

But it was worth it if Y/N would just eat.

“Something wrong…with the food?”

“Do you really think I’m going to eat anything you give me?” Y/N’s arms remained firmly crossed.

Vader’s eyes flicked to the cafeteria tray in front of her. “I didn’t give you that…the cafeteria worker did.”

A scoff fell from her lips. “The cafeteria worker works for you.” She gestured at the people around them. “Everyone here works for you.”

Vader withheld his sigh. Cynicism saved lives every day, and after all she’d been through in the past few months, Y/N more than earned her share of it. But he was unused to her being this way with him, this…cold.

“Just take a bite,” Vader tried to coax. For all her stubbornness, she’d never been able to resist his pleas for long. “You need to eat.” Her only response was to raise an eyebrow at him.

This time, his sigh couldn’t be contained. “Please eat.” The word felt strange coming out of his mouth. Even before being encased in this suit, he hadn’t often used that word.

Please.

By saying it, the sayer placed themselves in only the good graces of others. And Vader never much liked relying on others.

If Y/N was surprised to hear him say it, it didn’t show on her face. She lifted her fork with a bite of food on it, extending it towards him. “You first.”

He almost leaned forward, instinctively opening his mouth to accept the challenge. And then the reminder of his circumstances landed like a blow to his gut.

He couldn’t.

Not anymore.

Frustration crawling over his skin, he turned to the stormtrooper eating closest to them and read the number on the helmet placed beside his meal.

“DA-4509!” he barked.

The cafeteria went instantly silent, all eyes turning towards their table.

The stormtrooper leapt to his feet. “Yes, Darth Vader, sir!”

“Eat a bite of this food.”

Y/N instantly recoiled the fork. “Don’t,” she said sharply, and Vader wasn’t sure if she spoke to him or to DA-4509.

The stormtrooper hovered, uncertainty written all over his face. “Well?” Vader asked, and DA-4509 stumbled forward, like he’d been pushed.

Y/N shielded her food. “Stop it,” she hissed, clearly talking to Vader this time. “I’ll eat it, just stop.”

Vader surveyed her for a moment, trying to discern if she was telling the truth. He finally waved his hand at the stormtrooper. “Dismissed.”

DA-4509 looked relieved as he went back to his own meal.

The chatter in the cafeteria didn’t resume, but Vader pushed the discomfort away. “Well?” he said again, quieter.

For a good while, Y/N didn’t move. She just sat there, watching him, her eyes traveling the mask like she’d never seen it before. Then, she slowly raised the fork to her mouth and ate the first bite.

Sharp relief shot through Vader, so sweet it almost ached. The feeling surprised him. It shouldn’t have. Y/N was the most important person in his life. To see her being taken care of was to draw in a breath after nearly drowning.

Y/N’s eyes remained on Vader the whole meal, which she ate surprisingly slow, given how hungry she must’ve been. Vader didn’t want to think about what could be tainting her appetite, but he was pretty sure he already knew.

Seeing him like this, it had to be quite the shock for her.

He swallowed hard, trying to push against the disgust. The emperor saved him. Vader owed him everything for this cold, synthetic body.

But seeing through Y/N’s eyes made him feel decrepit. And heavy. So, so heavy.

Y/N finally pushed her empty plate away. “What happens now?” she asked.

“Now,” Vader said, “we resume our conversation.”

Y/N glanced around them, and Vader couldn’t tell if she was nervous about the amount of people around them or if she was avoiding looking at him.

“If you–”

“My lord?”

Vader wanted to rip out the vocal cords that had just interrupted him. “What?” he growled without looking away from Y/N. Y/N worked hard to conceal her flinch, but Vader knew her too well to be fooled.

“My lord, pardon the interruption, but the emperor wants to speak with you. Immediately.”

Vader closed his eyes, letting out an aggravated breath.

He couldn’t keep the emperor waiting.

Vader rose to his feet to face the man in a dark suit. “You will escort the lady to her chambers and ensure that the door is guarded by two stormtroopers.”

The man nodded, and Vader took off towards his chambers.

When he reached the doorway to the cafeteria, he almost looked back.

But instead, he stood straighter and continued walking.

“Anakin,” you laughed, “what are you doing?”

The Jedi Knight glanced over his shoulder at you, balancing precariously on the fallen tree that crossed the river. “What does it look like I’m doing?”

“It looks like you’re training to join the Coruscant circus.”

Anakin’s warm laughter joined yours as he carefully turned to face you. “You think I’d do something like that without you doing it with me?”

“I don’t think Master Windu would appreciate losing either of us to something so frivolous.”

“If anything, he should be grateful. He needs a laugh.”

You pursed your lips, trying to keep from smiling. “Anakin–”

He held out his hand towards you. “Come on, we’re just crossing the river.”

You didn’t even think about it before putting your hand in his. It was automatic.

Grinning, he helped you onto the log, bringing you to stand so close beside him, your arms brushed. Your heart sped up for reasons other than how far away the surface of frigid water looked. He guided you forward, in front of him. Together, you walked across the log, nearing the other side of the river.

A sudden rush of heat hit you, and with wide eyes, you glanced down to see the water of the river had turned to lava and the tree had morphed into a metal bridge. “Ani?” you asked, your voice trembling.

But when you looked back, it wasn’t Anakin standing behind you.

It was the suit.

You pulled your hand away, holding it tight to your chest.

“Join me,” Vader said, his voice echoing.

You drew away from him. “No.”

“Together, we’ll rule the galaxy!”

“No!”

The bridge underneath your feet started to shudder, throwing you off your feet. Behind you, the end of the bridge crumbled, and you started to slide towards the lava.

Vader’s hand was still within reach. “Join me!”

You glanced behind you. The lava was creeping ever closer, the violent heat growing exponentially by the second.

“Join me!” The bridge rattled with the power of Vader’s words, and you cried out in fear.

You leapt to your feet, sweat adorning your brow.

The bitter air around you was freezing, a striking contrast to where you’d been a second ago. You blinked at your surroundings, trying to orient yourself.

This wasn’t the Jedi temple, and it wasn’t the cave on Geonosis.

It took a moment for reality to set in.

Remembering the truth of Vader’s identity was as soul-crushing as it was the first time. Moments ago, you’d just seen that same trouble-making smile and felt the skin of his hand against yours.

Distantly, you registered your arm stinging.

You lifted it up to see scratch marks on the surface of the bacta patch.

You needed to get out of this room. You stepped to the doors, and they slid open. The two stormtroopers standing guard stood at attention, but they didn’t make any move to block you. Cautiously, you stepped out, waiting for any movement.

None.

You dared another step.

Still no response.

Vader must’ve given them some sort of order not to block you.

Walking cautiously, you walked down the hallway. The longer you went without hearing their footsteps, the more your hopes started to rise. Could it really be this easy? Would they just let you wander and look for an escape route?

Then as you almost turned the corner, you heard their footsteps start behind you.

Darn it.

You continued strolling, as if your intentions were innocent and casual. All the while, your brain turned every possibility over and over.

If you hadn’t escaped by the time the star destroyer reached Coruscant, you knew Vader’s actions wouldn’t mean much. The emperor wouldn’t hesitate before killing you. Your existence might’ve been a miserable one for months, but you weren’t ready for death.

With that knowledge nipping at your heels, you wandered a little faster.

At first, there was nothing of note. You passed the cafeteria you’d eaten in earlier. Yesterday? You didn’t know. There was no night and day in space, and you had no clue how long you’d slept.

As you wandered, you passed many officials and stormtroopers, all of whom curiously watched you.

Their stares would’ve been intimidating…if you hadn’t been on the hunt for a way out.

You’d just walked past a door when something in you twisted like the needle of a compass. You stopped, feeling the tug towards that door.

The force.

Trying to seem relaxed, you walked up to the door. Surprisingly, the doors slid open, revealing…

The escape pod bay.

You’d found what you were looking for.

Tempering your excitement, you stood in front of the window, peering out into space. If only you could identify the planet the star destroyer was passing, you could determine where you were and how long it would take to get to Coruscant.

Where the emperor would surely execute you.

You closed your eyes, allowing the force to sweep through you, granting you its strength and patience.

You’d found the way off the ship. Now you just needed to think of a way to shake your stormtrooper detail long enough to get inside and blast off.

Was there any way you could duck in there now?

No, there would be no point. The stormtroopers would raise the alarm immediately, and you’d likely be brought right back to the ship. Or even killed.

The sound of footsteps reached your ears, and you didn’t need to look to know who they belonged to.

Vader seemed to have a knack for finding you.

“What is she…doing in here?”

You startled, realizing Vader was addressing the stormtroopers. Would Vader boss them around like he had DA-4509? Would he punish them for not keeping you in your room?

You couldn’t have that.

“I couldn’t sleep,” you said, opening your eyes and turning towards Vader. Seeing that suit still sent a wave of emotion through you, and you worked to keep your expression neutral.

“I know,” Vader replied. “You two are dismissed.” The stormtroopers inclined their heads and marched off, leaving a distinct feeling of disbelief in their wake. Clearly, they were as confused as you were.

You wrinkled your nose. “How do you know I couldn’t sleep? Were you watching me?”

Out of all the conceivable things that could’ve happened, you’d sooner have guessed that the star destroyer would’ve imploded before Vader chuckled.

But he did, the sound ringing strangely hollow through his mask. “No, I felt your…distress.”

Not wanting to talk about your nightmares, you shifted back to look out the window. The planet looked only barely smaller than it had before. How slowly was the star destroyer moving, and why hadn’t it jumped into light speed already? Maybe they were low on fuel.

The heavy, unhurried footsteps sounded again, coming to a stop right next to you. Wistfully, you remembered your dream and how your heart had raced when your arm brushed his. If the rate of your heart now qualified as racing, it was for an entirely different reason.

“Did you see my dream?” you asked quietly, surprising even yourself by the invitation into conversation.

Vader was quiet. “No,” he said finally, but his hesitation spoke for itself.

“But you have before, haven’t you?” The lack of a response was all the response you needed. “What did you see?” The longer he stayed quiet, the more your imagination spun out of control. “Tell me,” you ordered.

“I saw the night…we first kissed.”

The dream played itself out in front of your eyes. It was one of the dreams that had repeated itself often.

At first, the dream imitated the past perfectly.

There’d only been one sleeping pallet, and Anakin had insisted you take it. In turn, you’d told him that the two of you would take turns on the pallet while the other kept watch. Anakin agreed, on the condition that you slept first.

When you’d woken, unsure of how much time had passed, Anakin was sitting with his eyes closed. You’d assumed he was sleeping, until his eyes had fluttered open, meeting yours.

The spark that’d traveled in the air was undeniable.

You should’ve turned over. You should’ve gone back to sleep. At the very least, you should’ve stayed on the pallet.

But no.

You’d gotten up, your lips tingling with the need to kiss him.

That was where the dream deviated from reality. In real life, you had kissed him, and he’d kissed you back. In the dream, Anakin pulled out his lightsaber. Defenseless without your own saber, you screamed, frozen in place while Anakin…

“You sliced my head off, didn’t you?”

A strange, muffled noise came from Vader. If you had to guess, you’d say he was clearing his throat. He leaned forward, resting his hands on the edge of the window. You wondered if somehow your words had knocked him off balance, but you quickly dismissed the thought, grappling at anything else to think about. “On Mustafar, you said you were having nightmares about me dying.” You focused on a distant star. “Do you still have them?”

No response. Just when you thought Vader had decided he wasn’t going to answer you, his warbled voice filled the air. “I don’t.”

Before you could fully digest that, your mouth was moving again. “Do you have any nightmares at all?”

“No.”

That threw you off guard. “After everything that happened…after the war and Order 66 and…” You gestured at the suit, unsure of how to refer to the transformation he’d undergone. “You don’t have any nightmares?”

Vader’s fingers tightened on the edge of the window. “I don’t sleep.”

That caught your attention. “What, ever?”

“The pain…doesn’t allow it.”

The words weaseled their way through your skin, your muscles, and your ribs on their way to pierce your heart. “If you can’t sleep…how are you alive?”

Vader let out a long breath, the sound reminiscent of a death rattle. “My body is mostly machinery…therefore it does not need to rest.”

“And your mind?”

“I meditate.”

You cocked your head at him. “You used to hate meditating.”

“I still do.”

You faced the stars again, fighting a smile.

Then horror rocketed through you. What were you doing? Where was your head? This wasn’t Anakin. This was Darth Vader, loyal servant to the emperor. The man who’d taken part in Order 66.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you did the only thing you knew with absolute certainty would bring you back to real life.

You pictured the youngling, spreadeagled on the ground with three blaster burns on his tiny chest, eyes fixed on the ceiling.

The anger and disgust were ugly, and yet you clung to them.

A sensation brushed your injured forearm. Your eyes snapped open to see Vader’s fingers tracing the scratch marks. “Where…did this burn...come from?”

You stepped away from him, wrenching your arm out of his grasp and wrapping it around your torso. “If you want someone to blame for that, look in the mirror.”

Vader didn’t reply for a while.

You glared so hard at the stars that your vision started to blur.

“The worst part of that day…” Vader finally said, “was losing you.”

Your heart squeezed as a flare of anger burned, and you allowed the anger to sweep through you, taking over everything. “You almost killed me.”

“Y/N–”

“You tried to kill me!” you said louder, taking a step forward. “You talk of losing me, when you were the one responsible for all of this?” You took another step forward, jabbing your finger into his chest. “You were the one who changed. You were the one who took part in Order 66, and you were the one that told me to go to Mustafar. Nothing had to change! If you hadn’t done any of that, you wouldn’t be in that suit!”

“And you’d…be dead.”

You could keenly feel his conviction, and it only made you angrier. “Oh, wake up! Dreams aren’t always true! If my dreams were true, I’d be dead at your hands a hundred times over!”

“You don’t understand.” Was it your imagination or was Vader’s breathing growing shallower and more hasty? “You were going…to die. If I didn’t do anything–”

“The galaxy would’ve been better off for it,” you said, cursing yourself as tears welled up in your eyes. “I would’ve been better off for it, and you’d be better off for it, and we would still be together!”

“We can be together now.”

“No we can’t, Anakin!”

His name seemed to echo through the chamber.

Vader didn’t move.

Even the ragged, warped sounds of his breathing seemed to cut out.

You’d decided before you didn’t want to see those yellow eyes, but in that moment, as the silence extended in between the two of you like miles of uninhabited space, you would’ve given anything to see his face. To know what he was thinking. To read him the way you used to be able to do easily.

The distorted breathing resumed.

“My name…is Darth Vader.”

And with that, Vader stormed towards the doors, which slid open. He left you behind, all alone save for the stormtroopers at the entrance and the stars outside the bay windows.

Part 5

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madhatterbri · 4 months

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Dynasty | Hangman A.P. Part 2

Summary: Hangman remembers the man he's supposed to be. Meanwhile, you find out what your marriage will entail. Western AU.

Author's Note: Some of you asked for a part 2. I hope I do it justice. Part 3 is coming when I have an idea. 😂😅

Mentions of Hangman, Claudio Castagnoli, Matt and Nick Jackson, Yuta, Moxley, William Regal, Tony Khan, and Danielson

Dynasty Part 1 | Hangman Masterlist | Main Masterlist

This is pure fiction from someone with an overactive imagination ❤️

Hangman shook his head, feeling the bright sun shine on him. His back laid on the hot sand. He reached out and grabbed a handful of sand. The grains slipped through his finger. He rolled over and stood up. He could only see sands for miles around him. "Where am I?"

"Asleep. You drank yourself half to death, boy," a familiar voice told him. Hangman turned around and saw his father. A spitting image of him. "Not that I'm shocked. You've been drinking since I could bounce you on my knee,"

"I don't understand," Adam informed him. He remembered being in the hideout. He was drinking heavily. Maybe he passed out, he thought.

"I remember when you were a young lad. You wanted to make your papa proud and be a hangman. What happened?" His father inquired. His arms were now crossed over his chest. A smoke pipe rested in his hand.

"I got a better offer," Adam grumbled and sighed. "Why are you here? You died when I was like ten,"

"Don't sas me, boy. It's time to follow your destiny. You are a hangman. It's in your blood," his father pointed out. He poked his chest with his pipe. His father was always proud to come from a line of Hangmen. Men that helped stop corruption.

"I don't want that life anymore. I saw it for what it was, and it wasn't what I thought it was. I grew up," the lost son pointed to the ground. He glared at the ghost of his father.

"So what life do you want? Hide in the west and die from the drink?" He growled. "I would have never done this,"

"Then it's a good thing I'm not you," Adam pointed out. He turned from his father. The man was ready to wake up from his nap now.

"Do the right thing, son. The Wild West is a lawless place. They need a hero. I know you will make me proud," his father spoke and placed a hand on his shoulder.

The Hangman woke up with a jump. He reached for his shoulder yet only felt his shirt. The moon shined through the window and shined on the bag of money. The money that made his friends leave him and betray you. He cursed and stood up.

"Fine, father, you win," he grumbled and grabbed his lasso from a hook. He stomped out and went to his horse. He was going to find Matt and Nick and get you back somehow.

👢

In the blink of an eye, it was the night before your wedding. Despite numerous escape plans, none of them were able to come through. Now you were sitting in your bedroom in front of your vanity. The local madam, Toni, was sent to get you ready for the wedding.

"You mustn't fret, darling. Chin up and tits out," Toni reminded and moved your head so your chin was up. You stared at your reflection in the mirror. The light in your eyes is long gone. The light was replaced by the darkness of the Hangman's betrayal. "I just need to oh Mister Castagnoli,"

Claudio Castagnoli, your soon to be husband, stood at your doorway. He dressed in a typical sheriff outfit. A shiny gold star on the right side of his chest. A job given to him by none other than Governor Khan's second in command, Bryan Danielson. Any friends of Governor Khan and Sheriff Danielson were given high careers despite not earning them.

"May I have a moment alone with my beautiful soon to be wife?" He asked Toni. The madam smiled and slapped her butler. He stood up and carried her out of the room. Claudio bid them a farewell as they left. He walked into your room and closed the door.

"To what do I owe this pleasure?" You asked. The last person you wanted to see tonight was this man. He smiled.

"Just talking the terms of our marriage, darling," he smiled and stood behind you. You gulped and felt nervous. His hands rested on your shoulders. His fingers glided on your neck.

"You are going to kill me," you gasped.

He chuckled. "Nonsense. Yuta and Moxley are currently looking for the Hangman as we speak. I feel his boots swaying in the wind will be a suitable punishment for attempting to keep what's mine. You will not be given such mercy for embarrassing me,"

"And what of me?" You asked. Your voice shook.

"Well, you will be overcome with grief, and I'm afraid you will be sent off to an institution when you become a danger to yourself and others. Do keep the hysterics to a minimum for now, darling. I will be wanting your father's money first," he informed you of his plan.

Your heart sank at the plans for your future. The institutions for women were rumored to be horrid living conditions. Although that wasn't the worst of it. He was also using you for money. The second man to do so in days. His parting words made you feel worse.

"Do sleep well, my wife. We have a big day tomorrow," he called while leaving you to your thoughts.

👢

The hours before your wedding were filled with dread. You moped around your room, hoping for a miracle. Claudio's intentions for you were clear. He was going to keep your father's money while you rotted in an institution. You had to make sure that this wedding didn't go as planned.

The only plan you could think of was visiting your mother. It wasn't an exceptional plan, but it was a plan nonetheless. They had to allow you to visit your mother's grave. Without their watchful eye, surely you could think of another way out.

"I wish to visit my mother's grave," you announced to Claudio and your father. The two men glanced at each other, unsure of whether to give you permission. You snuck off before. "Please, I am without my mother, and I would like to visit her before my wedding,"

"You only have ten minutes. Make it quick," your father answered and shooed you away with his hand. You turned on your heel and walked towards the cemetery.

While walking towards the cemetery, two men walked on either side of you. Their brown hair tied behind them. Out of your peripheral, you could see the familiar faces of Matt and Nick Jackson.

"We were wondering when you'd escape your prison," Nick Jackson sighed. "We were wondering if you wanted to be a wife now,"

"Care for a ride, Y/N?" Matt asked.

👢

Claudio continuously checked his pocket watch to ensure you obeyed your father. You weren't, and his patience was growing thin. He sent one of his trusted advisors, William Regal, to the cemetery to find you.

Yuta and Moxley hadn't returned back yet with the Hangman either. He couldn't fathom how hard it could possibly be to catch a single man. With the promise of coin, he sent other men to look for Yuta and Moxley.

Within minutes, William returned out of breath. He doubled over, trying to return much needed oxygen to his lungs. Beads of sweat fell down his forehead.

"Well?" Claudio asked impatiently. "Where is she?"

"The Young Bucks took her, sir. They had her on a horse with one of them. I tried to stop them. They went that way," he answered, trying to catch his breath every few words. Claudio slammed his pocketwatch to the wooden table and stood up.

"And I was just assured that they were retired. Where are Yuta and Moxley?" He yelled. Spit flying out of his mouth as he lost his cool. Regal flinched, knowing he was going to suffer for the next news.

"They were found tied up on the side of a path, sir. Legend has it that the Hangman is back," he answered and tensed. Very rarely had he ever seen his friend this angry. Claudio took a loud breath. His eyes were fixated outside the window.

"Fetch me my horse, Regal. Clearly, I am the only one competent enough to do this,"

#fanfiction #aew fanfiction #hangman adam page x reader #hangman adam page x y/n #hangman adam page x you

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thestalwartheart · 1 year

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bonds.

This was based off a prompt given to me by @eragonsaphira forever ago. All you really need to know is that in Australia and New Zealand, we have an underwear brand called Bonds. You can see where this is going. Rated E. Read here or on AO3.

Bond’s thumb trails over Q’s lower back. Not satisfied with interrupting Q’s routine at work, he seems intent on bringing chaos to Q’s domestic routine as well. That single touch has all the intent of distracting Q from getting his early-morning load of washing done.

“Is there a reason,” Bond purrs, voice still husky from sleep, “that you’re parading around with my name on your pants?”

“What? Your name isn’t—“ Q puts down his laundry basket and looks down at the waistband of his briefs. “Oh.”

“Yes, oh. Recent purchase?”

“No. I got them years ago when I was in Australia with—” Q stops, remembering he really shouldn’t be letting slip about any past beaus high-up in Britain’s intelligence community. Also, he has no urge to encounter Bond’s distinctively green-eyed side, though he suspects that particular boat has already sailed. “Never mind. I was in Sydney.”

“With who?” Something else seems to dawn on Bond, and he narrows his eyes. “I thought you were afraid of flying.”

“Ah, yes. Well, I wasn’t at the time, and the airline lost my luggage, so I bought some clothes. I happened to quite like these, so I kept them.”

“Who were you with, Q?”

“No one important. Though I suppose you aren’t in the mood to leave a man some secrets.”

Bond hums, pressing his mouth to Q’s ear. “You seem to have quite a few of them.”

There’s no real reproach to it. Bond’s hands are still playing at the waistband of his pants with intent. All the same, Q readies himself to part with a few facts about about his past. As casual as this little arrangement is, Q isn’t about to give Bond a reason not to trust him.

“I was there with an ex-boyfriend. And I’m not afraid of flying. I never went to Macau because I’m not a bloody errand boy. M didn’t take kindly to being reminded.”

“Moneypenny is hardly an errand girl.”

“True. I imagine she had other reasons for turning up in your hotel room,” remarks Q loftily. “I had someone from Q Branch ready to go when she intervened.”

Bond smiles, amused. “Jealous, were you?”

“Sorry to tell you, but I was seeing someone at the time.” Q hopes that comes across as casual enough for Bond to move past it swiftly, but his hopes are shot through when Bond's gaze sharpens.

“More ex-boyfriends.”

“Wonders never cease. And on the subject of exes, you’re not allowed to give me any flack at all.”

Bond ignores that in favour of rubbing the cotton of the briefs between his fingers. As he does, his thumb works over and over a sensitive spot on Q’s hip. Q has no doubt he’s doing it on purpose. Bond knows enough about Q’s body these days to play it like a violin.

“They’re cheap,” Bond tuts, snapping at the waist.

Q rolls his eyes. “They’re serviceable. Come to think of it, I believe you’ve been described that way too.”

“Fine things can be serviceable. If they have my name on them, they ought to be better quality.”

“It’s not actually your name. You do see that, don’t you? Or is your eyesight going in your ripe old age?”

Bond smacks Q’s arse rather hard for that, and Q tries very hard not to let out the noise that gathers in his throat.

“I’m willing to forgive the lack of apostrophe,” decides Bond. “I like seeing my name on you.”

“Evidently. You’ve never spanked me before.”

“I should have. You’re a terror.”

“Shall I lie on my front and think of England then? Perhaps you’d like me to call you Da—”

He gets another swat against the other cheek for that, then, with an impatience that signals he’s finished with games for the morning, Bond plasters himself to Q’s back, wrapping his arms around Q’s waist. He’s still warm from bed, and it sends a delicious shiver through Q that only gets stronger as Bond plays lightly with one of his nipples.

“I’d rather you be quiet and come to bed," whispers Bond, "where you’re going to keep those on and ride me until your thighs are shaking and I have to hold you up.”

That sounds like the best use of an hour or two Q has ever heard in his life, but in the interests of annoying Bond even more—something else he considers another excellent use of time— he sighs, pretending to be vexed in spite of the contrary evidence in his pants.

“That sounds like a lot of work for a Sunday.”

“Since when have you been afraid of a bit of weekend work? Get upstairs.”

Q doesn’t budge, though he has plans to soon. Instead, he turns around and leans in to whisper in Bond’s ear.

“You know, they came in a pack of five, and I bought more than one. This isn’t the first time I’ve paraded around with your name on my arse.”

Bond groans and pulls Q into a hot and demanding kiss. It lasts an age, which is not nearly long enough. For all the joy Q gets out of their bickering, he’d be happy never to speak again if it meant Bond would kiss him like this all day, with his searing tongue and skilled lips, and teeth that ever only bite as hard as Q wants them to.

When the break apart, Q is still in the mood to tease. “In fact, if I remember correctly, I was wearing them the day we met, which I considered a very funny joke at the time. And after I handed over that gun, I thought it would be even more fun if, without arousing suspicion, of course—”

“Christ, Q.”

“—we paid a visit to the men’s bathroom so you could find out where my loyalties really lay.”

“You can't be serious. I looked like a wreck,” says Bond, incredulous. He seems a bit overcome.

“I have a great fondness for wrecks. Perhaps that explains why I’m finding this caveman act so…” Q hums, content. Quite seriously, he admits, “I was yours from the start, you know. You’ve never had to worry about that.”

Bond tugs him in for another kiss. Mercifully, there are no more words after that for a very long time.

#00q #00q fic #my fic #james bond

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heaven-s-black-box · 5 months

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Stress Relief- Wash x fem!Ex-Freelancer!Reader

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Recovery date: December 18th, 2023

Description: Wash and Y/n make time for each other in the chaos following their crash landing.

Includes- slight plot, cumming in clothes

Notes: Thank you to my friend who beta read this, even though they've never seen rvb.

Word count: 777

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Wash was completely on edge– practically bursting at the seams. He’d thought being stuck with the reds and blues in Valhalla was bad, but this was worse. Not only did he not know what was going on with dwindling supplies and surrounded by idiots, but their bases on chorus were completely open air. They were exposed to the elements constantly, every little sound was constantly echoing all around the canyon, and there was zero privacy.

So Agent Washington, one of the few remaining elite freelancers, was incredibly on edge; in more ways than one.

“Really?” He asked, as Tucker lay panting on the ground in front of him.

“Dude, I’ve been running laps all morning, give me a break!”

“I gave you a break an hour ago! Now get up, we’re ru-”

“Lunch!” Y/n’s voice suddenly crackled through their helmets.

Tucker’s helmet clicked as he pulled it off, taking deep breaths as the fresh hair washed over him. He could practically feel the glare Wash was sending him as he looked up at him.

“Have I ever told you how much I love your girlfriend-”

“Get moving.”

Wash didn’t wait for him to scrape himself off the ground, storming off towards blue base where he could see everyone gathering.

He needed a minute to cool off, he knew that. Tucker may be difficult but even he had to admit he was being a little hard on the man. Everytime Tucker ran a lap Wash was right there with him, which meant every slip of pace and shortcut got caught. When Tucker didn’t know Wash caught him taking a shortcut, he’d let it slide on occasion, but he couldn’t let the teal soldier expect that treatment.

The only reason Wash was running those laps though was because he was trying to relieve some of his stress; it was a habit from the project.

“Wash?”

He stopped just slightly inside the base, and turned to find Y/n standing by one of the halls further into the ship's remains. Tucker slipped past him, snickering as he went to join the others.

Y/n motioned for him to follow her, and he practically tripped over his feet as he chased after her into the storage.

“I say we have maaaybe ten minutes here,” Y/n laughed as she jumped up on a crate.

Wash stood between her legs, letting her wrap her arms around his shoulders as he rested his hands on her waist.

“At this point I’ll be done in two,” he grumbled before kissing her.

He wrapped his arms around Y/n’s waist so he could remove his wrist braces and the gloved part of his under suit. Once he’d removed them, he unlatched her codpiece and set it aside before rubbing at her clit through the fabric. Y/n moaned, tangling her hands in his hair and biting at his lower lip.

“Da-ah- David.”

“Hey.”

They pulled away for air, and Y/n slid her hands down to his chest to push him back a bit. His fingers stilled as his brows furrowed in confusion until he realized she was trying to remove his codpiece. She quickly unlatched it, letting it clatter to the floor and making them both wince as it echoed around.

Not that it stopped them. Instead, Wash lifted her off the crate and backed her against it so he could grind against her.

Their heavy breathing and soft sounds echoed through the space as they pressed against each other frantically. But Wash was right when he said it wouldn’t take long as all of their tension quickly boiled over and they came, moaning into each other's mouths to muffle the sounds.

When they finally parted, panting, Wash let out a frustrated groan.

“What?”

His head dropped to her shoulder as she unwrapped her legs from his waist and stood on shaky legs.

“We just came in our suits…” he mumbled.

Y/n laughed.

“Not like it’s the first time.”

“Don’t remind me.”

“Well, look at it this way, while they dry we could… take our time and go another round?”

“And leave the idiots alone?”

“Don’t worry about them.”

---

Across the canyon, in red base, the rest of the reds and blues were in the middle of a competition to see who could organize their half of the inventory faster.

“Isn’t this Wash’s job?” Griff whined.

“He’s been really stressed recently, Y/n was right, this is the least we can do to help him.”

“I wonder what they are doing,” Caboose said, while helping Simmons color code items.

“Trust me, you do not want to know.”

“Bow Chika Bow Wow.”

“Tucker!”

#locked entries #red vs blue #agent washington #rvb wash #rvb wash x reader #x reader #female reader #red vs blue smut #smutshot #smut

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teamfreewill-imagine · 1 year

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I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Fifty-Eight

Summary: Paparazzi meet you and Jared exiting the hotel, forcing your hand at announcing your pregnancy Words: 2.8k Jared x Reader x Gen Warnings: pregnancy, mild angst

IKYW Masterpost

You blinked your eyes open the next morning, a content smile on your face, to find Jared already awake and watching you.

“What’re you doing, weirdo?” you asked, making him laugh softly and sit up.

“You looked so peaceful,” he reasoned, stretching his neck from side to side.

You hummed, smiling up at him.

“Doesn’t sound like me at all,” you joked, and he rolled his eyes as he got out of bed. “Where are you going?”

“Gonna shower,” he told you, unabashedly naked as he found his spare clothes in his bag. “You’re welcome to join.”

“In a minute,” you told him, breaking off into a yawn. “Gotta wake up first.”

“Sure,” he smiled, crawling over to you to kiss you softly before making his way through to the bathroom.

"You're really hot!" you called after him, hearing his laugh over the sound of water hitting tiles. "I'm serious. A great looking guy."

"It's good to know you're with me for the right reasons," he shot back, appearing in the doorway with his hands holding the frame, flexing his arms deliberately to make you grin.

"You're literally the sexiest man I've ever met," you assured him, getting out of bed to find your own clothes for the day.

You'd pulled on a long tee to sleep, but you still felt Jared's eyes tracking your ass as you bent to search through your bag.

"You're not so bad, yourself," he told you, making you laugh again as you backed him into the generous bathroom.

You put your clothes next to his on the counter before running your hands up his chest and over his shoulders.

"I'll remind you of that in a few weeks when I can't fit through a doorway," you jibed.

He shook his head, hands instantly going to your ever-growing bump.

"You're still hot when you're pregnant," he assured you, encouraging you to take your sleep shirt off.

"You've only seen me pregnant with one baby at twenty," you reminded him, pulling your top off and heading for the shower. "Now it's two at twenty-four."

"Yeah, and you're still gonna be sexy as hell," he promised, following you in. "I'm always gonna think you're hot."

"Oh yeah?" you grinned, standing under the warm stream and pulling him towards you.

He nodded, his hands slipping over your waist to the top of your ass.

He ducked his head to kiss you under the water, and you grinned against his lips.

"Prove it."

*****

You left the hotel in thick leggings and a sweater, regretting your disregard for your appearance when you noticed a camera pointed your way.

“Fuck,” you groaned behind your mask, Jared instantly taking your hand and walking you towards the car.

“We’re okay,” he told you, both of your bags over his shoulder as he offered a small wave with his free hand. “Someone obviously tipped off that we’re here.”

You shook your head as you approached the car, keen to get inside as soon as possible.

“What’s wrong?” Jared asked, putting your bags in the back before getting into the front.

You were already strapped in, taking your mask off and sanitising your hands again.

“I look like shit,” you started, pressing on as he rolled his eyes and cleaned his own hands. “Plus, I’m clearly either pregnant or fat, now.”

“You don’t look fat,” he dismissed, starting the car.

“Then I’m obviously pregnant,” you insisted, tugging at your sweater. “This doesn’t exactly hide the babes very well.”

“Is that what we’re calling your boobs, now?” he teased, making you laugh despite yourself.

“Stop, I’m serious,” you told him. “I don’t want this pregnancy to be outed by some stupid pap shots.”

You leaned your head back against the rest, closing your eyes as your hands went to your bump.

“I wanted to announce it my own way, this time,” you mused, “Not have my hand forced. Again.”

Jared sighed, feeling guilty as he knew it was his slip up that had forced your announcement with Dallas.

“You’ve probably got about an hour,” he told you, “Maybe a little less, until a shitty article comes out. You could… you could beat them to it. Make their breaking news a little less breaking.”

You opened your eyes, looking over at his profile as he drove.

“You think that’s a good idea?” you questioned, and he shrugged one shoulder, briefly meeting your eye.

“I understand that it’s important for you to be in control of this,” he explained, his honesty and level of understanding taking you by surprise. “So much of your life has been out of your hands, and being able to announce this in your own way… I get it. Whatever you want to do, I’m in.”

*****

You called Gen on the way home, not wanting to wait until you got back, talking to her on loudspeaker so Jared was still a part of the conversation.

She understood that you wanted to announce it before any pictures were released, supporting your decision to post whatever you wanted.

You kept her on the call as you described what you were doing, finding a picture you’d taken the day you had found out you were pregnant shortly before Thanksgiving and creating an instagram post.

“I’m gonna… I’ll turn comments off,” you told them. “I don’t actually wanna talk about it all until we’re 16 weeks at least, but I need to be the one to say it.”

“Of course,” Gen agreed. “We support you, don’t we, Jare?”

“For sure,” Jared confirmed. “We can post it and forget about it for a few weeks, if that’s what you want.”

“Alright, I’m doin’ it,” you mumbled, making sure that comments were turned off before hitting send.

“Proud of you, baby,” Gen told you, making you laugh softly. “I know this isn’t how you wanted to announce it, but taking back control from dumb paps? That’s our girl.”

“Hell yeah,” Jared agreed, reaching across to take your hand. “You did good.”

“Sure,” you allowed, your phone already blowing up from your post. “Gen, we’re nearly home.”

“Alright, see you soon,” she told you, you and Jared both saying goodbye before you hung up.

“That was a good idea, right?” you asked, looking over at Jared as he continued to drive.

“For sure,” he confirmed without missing a beat. “I would’ve tried to stop you if it wasn’t.”

You smiled to yourself, running your hand over your bump as you watched likes and messages come in.

“It’s gonna be a weird couple weeks.”

*****

You, Jared, and Gen had all contacted your agents when you got home, explaining that despite the announcement, you weren’t yet interested in expanding any more about your pregnancy. Jared had an interview upcoming with Good Morning America coming up - something you’d all forgotten about in the moment - but he had requested as little talk about the news as possible. He was happy to be congratulated, but beyond that you’d agreed to keep the details quiet until the twins had been cooking a little while longer. The only real detail you already had was the fact that they were identical, anyway.

The shots of you and Jared leaving the hotel came out soon after you returned home, with the source calling it your first outing since announcing your pregnancy, despite nothing being announced before said outing. Others commented on the fact that you were without Genevieve, speculating that she might not support the new additions to the family and that your relationship might be on the rocks. As soon as Gen saw one of those theories, however, she made sure to share your post to her story, simply stating that she couldn’t wait to meet them, hopefully dispelling as much as much of those rumours as possible.

*****

You and Gen were entertaining Dallas in the living room while Jared prepared for his interview in the office, the boys still at school for a few more hours.

Your stomach let out a loud gurgle, surprising your daughter from where she was sat at on the floor, Gen sat behind her braiding her hair.

“Sorry, baby,” you apologised, running your hand over your bump.

“S’that twinnies?” Dallas asked, making both you and Genevieve laugh.

“That’s just Mama being hungry,” Gen told her, running her fingers through Dallas’ hair and starting the braid again.

“But it is kinda the twinnies’ fault,” you allowed, getting to your feet. “I’m eatin’ for three.”

“I’m three,” Dallas announced, and Gen abandoned the braid in order to wrap her arms around her, pulling Dallas onto her lap.

“You are,” she laughed, kissing your daughter’s cheek. “You gotta stop growing, okay? You gotta stay this cute forever.”

“M’kay,” she agreed, leaning back into Gen’s embrace.

“Alright, ladies,” you began, getting to your feet, “What do we want for lunch?”

“I don’t mind,” Gen told you, putting her head on Dallas’ shoulder. “What about you, Bambina? Any requests?”

“Mac ‘n’ cheese,” she blurted, smiling up at you sweetly. “Please, Mama.”

Your stomach rumbled again at her words, making you laugh softly.

“Sounds like the twinnies agree,” you joked, Dallas grinning back at you. “I’ll start cookin’.”

“What do you say?” Gen prompted, and Dallas got up, rushing over to hug your legs.

“Tank you, Mommy,” she spoke into your thigh.

“You’re welcome, Dallas,” you smiled as you ruffled her hair, making a mess. “Let Bambi fix that and I’ll go make some macaroni.”

*****

Jared handled the interview as well as you could have hoped.

You knew he was especially conscious not to let anything slip, this time, and you were aware that it was going to be difficult if he was directly asked questions about it.

“They congratulated us,” he told you once it was over, joining you in the kitchen as you prepared your lunch. “Well, me, but us.”

“We kinda knew they would,” you allowed, leaning into him as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

“I just thanked them and said we’re all excited,” he murmured, kissing the top of your head. “They moved on to working with Gen and Walker questions pretty quick.”

“Good work, baby,” you smiled, leaning up to kiss him softly. “Dallas and the twinnies wanted mac and cheese.”

Jared smiled, pulling away from you in order to lean against the counter next to the stove, where you were heating the sauce and boiling the pasta.

“The twins wanted it, huh?” he asked with a knowing grin.

“They did,” you defended. “I wouldn’t usually be hungry this early if it wasn’t for these little guys.”

Jared rolled his lips between his teeth, trying to suppress another smile.

“What?” you asked, and he shook his head slightly as he let out a laugh.

“I’m just excited,” he admitted, smiling bashfully. “We’re having twins.”

“Yah, two of ‘em,” you confirmed, making him roll his eyes.

You switched the heat off under the pasta, looking up at Jared hopefully.

He took the hint without a word, taking the pot to the sink to drain the macaroni while you stirred the sauce to stop it from sticking. He brought the pot back over, carefully pouring the cooked pasta into the sauce as you continued to stir.

“Look at you, making an actual meal from scratch,” Jared teased, causing you to huff a laugh.

“I’ve been a competent cook for a while now,” you defended, and he nodded.

“I know, you’re great,” he agreed, washing the pasta pot at the sink. “But seeing you cook while pregnant reminded me of last time. When I taught you to make that veggie lasagne.”

“I was absolutely useless back then,” you remembered, and Jared raised a brow.

“In the kitchen, maybe,” he allowed.

You caught the glimmer in his eye, swatting him with the back of your hand.

“Get away, you pervert,” you teased, pulling out a dish to finish the mac in the oven.

“I’m just sayin’, we’re good at what we do,” he grinned. “We’ve made three babies.”

“Go and talk to the first one,” you laughed, pretending to push him away. “I’ll call y’all for lunch in a few.”

“I love you,” he told you over his shoulder as he left.

“Yeah,” you replied, fighting a smile. “I love you too, loser.”

*****

You were all sat in the front room, Jared’s laptop open on the coffee table as the six of you spoke with Gen’s mom on FaceTime when the boys were home from school that afternoon.

She’d called for a general catch up, and the kids were happy to tell her every little detail about what they’d done since their last call together.

Your phone started to vibrate in your pocket, and you instantly apologised as you pulled it out.

“It’s my dad,” you noted, looking at Jared before back at the screen. “Sorry, he never really calls.”

“It’s fine, sweetheart,” Camille told you. “It was lovely to see you.”

“You too,” you agreed, answering the video call from Jensen as you left the room.

“Thought you were gonna leave me to ring out,” he joked, making you roll your eyes fondly.

“We were talking with Gen’s mom,” you informed him, heading up to your bedroom. “What’re you calling for?”

“Wow, rude,” he teased. “Can’t I just call to talk to my daughter? My sweet, sweet child that I love so much? The apple of my eye?”

You laughed despite yourself.

“You’re such a drama queen,” you told him, sitting against your headboard. “Did you actually just call for a chat, or-?”

“Yeah, kinda,” he admitted, laughing softly. “Dee’s entertaining the kids, figured I’d take a break and call you.”

“You getting tired of being their horse?” you asked, having seen the video Danneel posted the day before.

“Honestly, yeah,” he laughed. “I’m getting old.”

“Don’t talk about my dad like that,” you grinned, earning a fond smile.

“If you’ve gotta get back to your call, I don’t wanna keep you,” he told you, and you shook your head.

“It’s okay, the kids are boring Camille to death, I’m pretty sure,” you explained. “So, what do you wanna talk about?”

He hummed, contemplating.

“How about your completely blasé pregnancy announcement?” he offered. “What was all that about?”

You laughed, running the hand that wasn’t holding your phone over your ever-growing bump.

“Me and Jared got papped coming out of a hotel,” you explained, “And I was pretty clearly pregnant, so I figured I should just announce it before there was a chance to make it into some kinda scandal again.”

“Smart,” Jensen agreed, scratching his bearded chin. “What were you and Jared doing at a hotel, anyway?”

“At the hotel?” you clarified, and he nodded. “Sex, mostly. Some sleeping.”

You laughed at the instant look of exasperation on his face; a roll of his eyes together with a soft tut.

“That’s… that’s clearly not what I meant,” he reminded you.

“It was date night,” you explained, taking pity on his evident disappointment with your first answer. “Last weekend was me and Jared, this week is Jared and Gen.”

“So the odd one out stays home with the kids?” Jensen asked, and you nodded.

“Yep,” you confirmed. “Basically realised we don’t spend a lot of one-on-one time with each other. Like, we have three kids. And our usual date nights were all three of us, so we’re changing it up a bit.”

“Makes sense,” he agreed.

“Gonna try and do it weekly until the babies arrive,” you told him.

He nodded, taking in what you were saying.

“What?” you asked, when he didn’t respond for a while. “What are you thinking?”

“You’re happy, right?” he questioned, making you frown slightly.

“About what?” you asked, and he shrugged.

“Everything, I guess,” he sighed. “Your relationship.”

The question took you by surprise, the sincerity in his expression leading you to believe that he thought you might not be.

“I love them,” you assured him. “Jay, I wouldn’t have wanted another baby with them if I didn’t. They’re good to me, they put up with my shit and call me on it when I’m being an idiot.”

“And you’re happy?” he clarified, making you laugh softly.

“Yeah, Dad, I’m happy,” you promised. “You’d be the first to know if I wasn’t.”

“That’s a lie, you’d call Danneel,” he protested, and you nodded in defeat.

“Y’all are a unit, though,” you reasoned. “Calling Danneel is the same as calling you.”

“Yeah, well. Maybe call me a little more,” he shrugged, and realisation hit you that he had been feeling a little left out.

“Is this your way of telling me that you miss me?” you asked, earning a soft laugh.

“Yeah, I guess it is,” he allowed. “Call your dad, once in a while.”

You nodded, pulling your legs up under you.

“Alright, I’ll keep that in mind,” you assured him. “Now tell me what’s going on with you.”

#ikyw #i know your wife #jared x reader #spn rpf #jamie writes #jared padalecki #genevieve padalecki #jensen ackles #supernatural rpf

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circinuus · 1 year

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(not bsd/genshin)

HELLO ARE YOU KIDDING ME SUZUME NO TOJIMARI IS CRAZY GOOD WHAT

if you haven't watched please DO NOT CLICK READ MORE, TRUST ME it contains heavy spoilers i need a place to ramble pls feel free to ignore hshs

first of all please don't look at me weird just because the trailer showed suzume kissing a chair lmao i promise it's actually cute trust me

secomd of all i wasn't lying about the graphics and cinematography. that part where suzume and souta closes the first door? then it cuts to the title screen with the main theme echoing? goosebumps. i regretted talking during that part.

and that last part in the ever-after? yk this is good when it reminds you to howl and sophie under the stars. and souta hugging suzume saying, "i'll meet you again"? then suzume and souta meets again in the exact manner they first met? i see the makoto shinkai has a style and im loving it lmao.

another personal favorite, suzume saying, "i want to try too!" and souta going, "suzume wa dame da!" man's nervous getting sat on by a girl, i mean valid man💀 but you're a chair so that's that /lh

also i love how theres a lot of theme going on: found family, lost family, grievance, acceptance, serendipity, sacrifice, love, compassion, the cycle of life. i didn't exactly cry but i have a feeling i will if i try hard enough lmaoo suzume and souta are so dear to me, and serizawa and tamaki and everyone, they're good ppl :')

some things i'm still mulling about though,

didn't suzume said, "mr. good-looking man, i feel like we've before?" then went, "oh shoot, i sound like i'm shooting my shot." this makes me wonder if suzume is really having that sense of deja-vu bevause otherwise, why would she ditch school and go look for some handsome man who asked her for directions? what i'm curious about is what suzume is actually feeling that time. deja-vu? deja-vu from where? either i'm trippin here or i was just not paying attention loll

mortals won't be able to cross the door to the ever-after. but smol-suzume can do that, and the big-suzume can do that via the same door. is it because her desire to find the person on the other side of the door so strong?

all in all it was a good movie. if someone makes an AU out of this i'm gonna eat that up 😩 lol imagine chuuya or kunikida being cursed to a chair by an ability or the like, and they're just frantically pattering around as we (or dazai, obvsly) get ourselves in danger 24/7 in trying to lift the curse.

#i'm in love with the male lead now #and suzume is literally the sweetest i can't #i need more screentime of them ugh they're so cute tgt #+ the graphics really cleansed my eyes and the voiceacting is amazing yall really should watch this movie fr #° daydream #suzume no tojimari

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crimsonlyinglilly · 2 months

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Familiar Faces - Admissions, dealing and confrontations. Part 2

Summary: Elijah Gilbert has been haunted by dreams of other lives as long as he remembers, but now with the appearance of the Salvatore brother he may finally get some answers.

Sorry, it's been a while and each chapter is getting longer.

Also flash backs always trip me up.

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Damon grimaced as he looked at the bodies around him.

“Please try not to kill them.” Elijah had asked.

He looked at the collection of dead Junkies around him, request failed, at least he had only told Elijah he’d try but clearly all the blame for this was on Stefan.

Who had locked him away to stave.

To miss out of Elijah’s life.

Who had lied about Elijah’s death.

Who had killed Elijah in the first place.

And then went to Damon to get him to turn.

Elijah had been dead before he had taken his first taste of human blood and damned himself, although he couldn't stay angry about that now as it gave him a chance to help Elijah in a way he hadn’t during their life.

Fixing his episodes, getting to watch him grow healthy, to get to live a life without waiting for his illness to finally take him.

Still before he could get to that he had a mess to clear up then he could returned to the boarding house, where he’d likely be facing two judgemental little brothers but that was fine since they were alive to be angry at him.

The fire light reflected off his hand reminded him, he called Stefan.

Hello? Stef’s voice greeted him as he picked up

“I want my ring.” He told him still a little angry after the discovery that he had killed Elijah to bother with the niceties.

“Where are you?”

“I'm at the sizzler. I had the buffet.” he explained, moving his torch to light more of the bodies “Where's my ring?”

I don't have it. Where are you? What have you done?

“Noo,” he drawled “what have you done? You're the one that locked me in the basement and starved me, so whatever I've done, whoever I've sucked dry is on you, buddy.”

Even after Elijah asked.

“Thought it was better than feeding from him,” he replied, "unlike someone.” He was pleased to hear a choked sound of guilt or pain either way it was a reaction however Stefan smothered it too soon and returned to lecturing him.

“You're being careless. How many more animal attacks is this town gonna believe, huh?

“I know how to cover my tracks, Stefan.” he snapped back, annoyed, “Where's my ring?”

I'll get it back, but I need time.

“What, did you FedEx it to Rome?! Where is it? I want my ring, Stefan, or I’ll get Elijah to make me a new one”

"Leave him out of this."

“He offered, like the good little brother he is” he taunted, “I could even visit Elena after.”

“I already want you dead. Don't give me another reason to make it happen.” Stefan’s could almost be serious.

“Don't give me another reason to rip you apart.”

Yeah? Is that gonna be before or after you get your ring back?

“Just get it.” he ended the call before he heard anymore of his brother’s voice. He didn’t really want to get Elijah to make him one, Elijah hadn’t sounded particularly happy while talking about his magic earlier and besides it was his ring.

He was almost finished pouring the alcohol over the last corpse when it coughed, he stared until he recognized the girl.

Vicki Donovan.

She passed out again quickly afterwards.

"You're going to have to be more careful." he told the unconscious girl, "Pretty sure Elijah would be pissed at me if you died."

There were pictures of Elijah and Elena with the Donovan boy in the Gilbert living room, Elijah was closer to the age Damon remembered him as in it, the age he died at, that had to mean they were somewhat close to older Donovan.

Vicki Donavan’s luck must suck to place her in his path twice.

Well at least it gave him someone to keep him occupied until Stefan returned his ring, Damon’s pretty sure looking though Elijah’s past lives in his current mood wouldn’t do his self control any good and he was meant to be trying for Elijah.

—-

Stefan stared at his phone, Damon was going to end up back at the house where Zach was alone, he should go back but there was a risk that Damon would keep his threat and come here once he found out Elijah had left.

So he stayed outside the Gilbert house.

He had watched as Elena helped his-their-her- Elijah from the car into the house and was surprised to hear them climb the stairs together when he knew Elijah’s room was on the ground floor.

Then he was reminded of the times in the aftermath of Eli’s Episodes when his nightmares would be worse and Damon had snuck Elijah into one of their rooms despite their father’s anger.

So he understood as he watched Elena place Elijah on the bed and cross the room to climb into the other side and cover them, watched as she stared at his sleeping face the way he remembered doing memorising for the time he was sure he would lose him.

Her text arranging a meeting at a café for the next day that had come moments later before she fell asleep was still sitting on his phone screen, behind the notification of the ended call.

As much as he wanted to keep her safe from the knowledge and horrors that came with it she would be safer if she knew more and with whatever was the cause of Elijah’s episodes and memories, likely supernatural she was already involved.

He sent a reply agreeing to her meeting and settled in to watch until sunrise.

By then his brother would be trapped for the day and he’d have the day to plan of what he was going to do.

—-

He finished quickly after that and brought Vicki home with him to find a lack of living teenage brother, he could smell their was only one human in the house, so he dropped the girl on the couch and went to find ‘Uncle Zach’

“Where’s Elijah?” he asked after he found Zach back in the library still going through the papers, he looked exhausted.

“He’s gone home.” the man replied without looking up.

“I thought he was staying.” He said settling against the arch, he was very sure that Elijah had arranged it with his aunt.

“His sister arrived, she found out.” Zach shrugged, still refusing to look up, and Damon realised he was copying parts of Elijah’s notes from one of the older lives.

“Found out?” he asked, eyeing the collection of paper; notes, journals and old photos spread out across the table. “About you-” Zach said finally looking up, the man somehow looked more tired than he had when Damon had left “Vampires and Elijah’s dreams.”

“Huh,” he let out before asking, “didn’t take it well?”

“Well enough, considering,” Zach shrugged, “Elijah agreed to explain to her and they left.”

“And you returned to being the busy little bee.” he mocked, Damon was torn between missing the underlying tension of fear Zach always carried around him or relieved someone was able to deal with Elijah’s past thoughtfully, all Damon saw was the lives Elijah had lived and suffered through while Damon and Stefan were out living their lives.

“We have nothing but Elijah’s notes on this side of the table.” he explained, Damon had to agree with the that, Salvatore side despite its few empty places looked filled compared to the other.

“So look up through the Gilbert records.” he shrugged

“I have, and the Sommers.” The human shook his head, right because Zach had been aware something was wrong with Elijah Gilbert for years. “Miranda wasn’t pregnant.” he added.

He blinked at the news.

“The twins are adopted.” He said as he put the picture together, before asking “So what's your plan?”

For all he wasn’t going to work with Zach, he might as well keep track of what the other was doing, the more information would be useful when Damon found a witch he could trust with this and Elijah.

“I’m going out in the morning to search for more information using some of the names and things EJ managed to write down.” the man explained before wincing as he noticed his slip up.

“Great, I got the house to myself.” he mockingly cheered, Zach looked up with confusion before his eyes moved to Damon’s hands.

“Because your ring.”

“Guessing you don’t know where that brother of mine hid it, do you?” he asked, smiling.

“No-” Zach started,

“And you wouldn’t tell me if you did.” he finished for him as he left the library, he had to hide Miss Vicki so Zach wouldn’t see her and they could party until Stefan returned with his ring.

—

Elena was doing this for Caroline and Vicki who had been hurt, for the people who had died, for Elijah who wouldn’t tell her everything in trying to protect her, for herself because she needed to know so she could protect the people she loved.

Still even knowing what Stefan was, she trusted him, believed him when he said he didn’t want to hurt her, so she left Elijah sleeping in her bed.

Proof he had pushed himself too soon after a episode, otherwise he would have woken up while she was getting ready and left to meet Stefan at the Grill.

She had explained to Jeremy before she left, trusting their little brother would be able to keep Elijah at home and from doing anything too much for him.

“You said you would explain everything. That's why I asked you to meet me here. When you Google "vampire" you get a world of fiction. What's the reality?” She starts facing Stefan in a well lit public place. She might trust him despite herself but she wasn’t a complete fool.

she‘d get information on vampires and then Elijah’s problems.

“I can tell you whatever you wanna know.” he replies, it’s a start.

—

“Elena...Give me today. I will answer any questions that you have, and when it's over, you can decide for yourself what you wanna do with what you know. It'll be your choice.” Stefan had said and she had followed him off alone.

Maybe she wasn’t being as safe as she should be a voice that sounded a lot like her twin sighed at her from her mind.

—-

“What’s up with your hand?” Liz asked as she noticed the bandage wrapped around Logan’s hand, it was a nice distraction from the likely mess she was going to see when she uncovered the bodies.

“Gilbert’s hell beast.” he told her as he held his hand up, pulling the sleeve down to reveal more bandages around his arm

“What?” She asked flatly, however understanding slowly dawned on her.

While the Gilbert children had stayed with her after Grayson and Miranda’s deaths, Elijah had gone back to the house repeatedly to check and feed his cats.

When she had asked why he hadn’t brought them with him, Jeremy and Caroline had laughed, which had been a relief as it was the first laugh she had seen from the youngest, while Elena and apologised that they couldn’t do that to her or her house.

Caroline had later explained that one of Elijah's cats was half feral to anyone that wasn’t Elijah.

“While I was searching the house for the watch, I opened one of the downstairs rooms and this black and white beast attached itself to me.” he explained,

“You didn’t hurt it.” She asked, she remember Miranda telling her that the cats had become a help to Elijah during his episodes; the last thing he needed was losing one of them so soon after his parents.

“No.” he snapped, apparently annoyed by her concern, “it let go as soon as I started to take it out of the room and I shut the door. Thankfully the watch wasn’t in that room.”

“You got it.” she asked.

“Yes” he told her and she felt herself calm slightly.

“Good.” she said hopefully they could track down the monster and deal with it before anymore people got hurt. She missed Grayson, he had more experience with these things.

—-

Elijah is woken up by a knock at the door, it takes him a moment of disorientation as he sat up to find himself in his sister’s room instead of his own, before his mind catches up with everything that had happened since he had left for the Salvatore boarding house the day before.

The fact he was waking up alone in Elena’s room with the sun already up hit him.

“Where’s-” he blinked at a concerned look on Jeremy’s face as he stood hoovering in the doorway, his mug in his hands. “Are you okay, Jeremy?”

He’d worry about Elena later, he knows she would understand putting Jeremy first.

Jeremy snorted but took the question as permission to enter and hand him the mug.

The tea is a little too pale for his taste but given both his siblings and aunt prefer coffee he’d take any attempt.

“You always do that, push yourself then worry over us instead of taking care of yourself.” he complained as he sat heavily on the bed, leaning against Elijah’s legs.

“One day I'll learn my lesson.” he joked, it failed to lift the frown from brother’s face, “what’s the time?” he sighed.

“Just after noon.”

“And no one woke me.”

“Why, you got a meeting?” Jeremey shot back, “the fact you slept this late clearly means you needed it.”

He bit back a comment about it being his health to worry about since that never worked, instead turned it back to Jeremy.

“So what’s bothering you enough to bring me tea?” he asked,

“Can’t I just be worried over my idiot brother?” his brother shot back with a speck of guilt that likely would have been missed if he was any else but his siblings.

“Not with tea you can’t.” he told him, with a reassuring smile, after several moment of silence he added ”So are you going to tell me what’s bothering you? and where’s Vicki th-” he started since she had mostly been at Jeremy’s side since he had woken up from the episode.

“Have you touched dad’s watch?” The unexpected question interrupted him.

“No, last I saw it you had it.” he had agreed with Elena at giving it to Jeremy over a pointless show at the Lockwood's, it was theirs and he wanted Jeremy to have it, Dad had always planned on passing it to Jeremy, Elijah had had enough talks about it trying to reassure dad he understood “Have you lost it?”

“No i-” Jeremy cut himself off with an angry look. “No i left it in my room.”

“Then who's been in your room?” he asked

“Vicki.” Jeremy sighed before adding more slightly hesitantly “and Aunt Jenna’s guy”

“The slimeball- er Logan right?” he corrected himself before adding with slightly more concern “Why was he in your room?”

That at least managed to put a smile on his brother’s face which Elijah would take as a win, even if he wasn’t sure why.

“He wasn’t. I don’t know,” Jeremy replied shrugging “I found him walking around up here last night. After he accidently walked into your room.” Jeremy explained,

“My room?” he blinked, suddenly worried he would find it a mess.

“Luci left marks.” Jeremy smirked, Luci had gotten used to Aunt Jenna quickly compared to everyone else but there was a reason he had to stay in Elijah room when he wasn't home, he attacked everyone other than family otherwise and he only listened to Elijah.

Jeremy spoke again before Elijah could ask “I checked on him, he’s alright.” he might be a large beast happy to use teeth and claws but he was still a cat and he forgot that made him the smaller fighter.

The smirk vanished when Jeremy suddenly asked

“You don’t think Vicki would have taken it.”

“No.” he shook his head, he refused the thought they had known her since they were kids, she wouldn’t steal something that important from them and he’s sure her feelings for Jeremy were real.

Another part of him knew how desperate someone could get for a fix, but Vicki wasn’t that far gone, she still had other ways to get her supply.

Vicki still saw beyond the drugs, Elijah remembered getting to the point where all he cared about was his next fix, to escape the nightmares and the real world.

Remembered where that had ended.

That wasn’t Vicki.

But Logan Fell, a member of the foundering families, who had already been oddly interested in the watch.

Mrs Lockwood should have left it as soon as Elena apologised for not finding it but instead she had asked Elijah at the party itself, had called to follow up on it afterwards when there wasn’t a need for it. The founding Council had to know the watch belonged to the firstborn sons of the Gilbert family, it wouldn’t be a stretch for them to think he had kept it back.

And it was just poor luck that Jeremy’s room, both had the watch and didn’t have a fearsome beast protecting it.

Elijah frowned the watch coming to his mind clearly, why were they so persistent, he wondered if Zach knew but for all the Salvatore were a founding family, he remembered being there for it, Zach wasn’t part of the current council.

Why?

Great, a mystery that didn’t involve him, he could solve it without the risk of facing existential dread.

---

He had managed to get down stairs without Jeremy hovering, after downing the lukewarm tea and released Luci and Kit to feed them smiling at their loud complaints a at being unjustly confined, Luci had apparently cleaned himself of any evidence of the suspected mauling.

He left them to feed, while he went through his dad’s phone book to find Zach’s mobile number something he hadn’t thought to get yesterday too excited by the chance of solving his- everything, of speaking to all out loud and being believed, they were right he had to admit he had pushed himself to far, but he hadn’t done it on purpose he had truly forgotten it, in the rush of being believed.

He found the number and quickly added it into his phone, under Brother- Zach, before calling he had something he needed to ask, another thing beside his health he had forgotten in the rush of being believed.

He wanted to keep the details of his life before EJ hidden, he didn’t didn’t really want the details of that life and what he had done as Elias, he wanted others to know even less.

----

Zach is ignoring his instincts screaming at him for leaving Damon unwatched since he had returned last night, Damon should have been enraged at them for locking him up to starve, for taking his ring and yet he had been polite for Damon, strangely so. It wasn’t until after he had left the night before that Zach had noticed they had a conversation with any threat in it at all.

It seemed Damon meant his word when he promised Elijah not to harm him, it was strange to think that he could be trusted at all when the only thing Zach had known of Damon is entire life was that he brought death and dread in his wake, but he had seen the photos the way Damon had looked at his brothers in the few of them, the way tiny Sickly Elijah leaned into him like he was the sun in them.

He’s not thinking about how things could have changed if Damon had visited in his childhood before EJ had been sent away, maybe he could have helped Elijah before he was locked away.

None of that mattered now, EJ killed himself to escape the hospital Zach had left him in and now somehow Elijah was remembered and didn’t hate him.

So he ignored his instincts to watch his vampiric ancestor and decided to also take part in the unspoken truce.

Damon was Stefan’s issue to deal with, Zach was going to work on helping his own cousin-brother-former brother, EJ.

He paused slightly as his phone rang suddenly, taking in the unknown number before he answered, sending an apologetic look towards the people around him that had jumped at the sudden noise.

“Zach?” Came a hesitant voice.

“Elijah.” he answered and smothered the memory of the first time Elijah had called him from the hospital back when he was a child that still wondered when he could come home, before Elijah had re-made himself EJ, bright, carefree and confident.

“Where are you?” Elijah asked

“At the public library, i was checking some thing i noticed from one of you older- lives” he answered, confused, if Elijah was at the house Damon would have told him unless Elijah didn’t trust Damon which would make Zach slightly more comfortable, but he didn’t think that was true given the way the pair had looked at each other.

“What do you mean?”

“You mentioned Bulgarian, Irish and Italian immigrants,” he explained looking back at his notes “i’m looking to find any places many of them could be found matching the dates we worked out.”

“Found anything?”

“A few places.” he replied but it was only the basics he didn’t want to get Elijah hopes up until he was sure they led to anything, “Why did you call?

Elijah hesitated, Zach could almost hear him biting his lip, unlike the many times before the hesitation wasn’t accompanied by the sound of EJ fiddling with the patient uniform. No doubt because his current clothes are aren’t the cheap hospital clothes. He remembered Elijah’s joy at the oversized jumpers he used to give him on his last few birthdays and Christmases.

“EJ” he called softly with a sigh,

“Can you hide my life before EJ?”

“Why?” he asked, talking over the lump in his throat, what was bad enough for him to ask that. He had read the earliest memories from the Elijah’s notes, unconnected massacres and bloodbath, yet the life before EJ he wanted to keep hidden Elijah’s own words ‘it was too much as a kid’ and ‘Tortured to death by a vampire with a grudge.’ said completely without the horror it should have had.

I don’t want to think about it and i don’t want anyone to read it and see-

“If we don’t then how can we see if it helps.” he hated saying the words, even more when he heard the angry hiss as Elijah let out his breath. He couldn’t deny he also wanted to know why the little boy that used to follow him around the house as a child was apparently doomed before he was born, as much as he was going to regret it he wanted to know if there truly was nothing he could have done.

There was also the fact that if the vampire that had tortured him to death knew his first life-

“Just you.” Elijah voice pulled him out of his thought before they could go too far “You deserve a right to it as it affected you- your life with a mentally unstable-

“Elijah. It wasn’t your fault.” he told him, cutting the boy off before blamed himself anymore.

Nothing he’d read so far could be blamed on Elijah, just circumstances pushing him, like the orderly in the hospital. Elijah was always going to be the little boy that reached for his hand and insisted in sharing his presents, who had mistaken Mason Lockwood for a girl when they were introduced during the few founding family Elijah had gone to.

“Maybe you can say that after you read what i was like in that life. Sorry i-

“I’ll lock it away once I get back, so no one else can read it and no matter what I read, it won't be your fault, none of this is.” he explained and ignored how much the final words echoed the ones he once told a shocked traumatised pre-teen EJ, after he realised what he had done to the orderly.

It hadn’t helped then either.

#fanfiction #elijah mikaelson #the originals #fic #tvd fanfiction #au- familiar faces #the vampire diaries #the vampire dairies au #damon salvatore #elena gilbert #zach salvatore

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lovetransaction · 10 months

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Here’s a j/d prompt for dadfucker fest: thanks to some handwavey time-travel shenanigans, Dean is transported to John’s USMC unit (maybe they’re the same age or maybe Dean is older) 👀

@dadfuckerfest ; i went with forty-something Dean going back in time to teenage John's military service. warnings i guess: spitting, mild humiliation, power imbalance

- - fragged

Dean hadn't thought it would be so easy. Or: he hadn't thought Dad would be so easy.

But all it had taken was a little bit of medal-polishing, the right fake orders, and rousing a sycophantic staff sergeant from his dirty little hootch to get one Corporal Winchester, J. assigned to drive Lieutenant Campbell from the USMC base at Da Nang to Chu Lai. Not a long drive, not a particularly dangerous one; the real horror was in the villes and the rice paddies, not where the Yankees had laid down heavily-armed claims.

It was hard to stop looking at John. This age, not even twenty yet; long-limbed and a maddening combination of slow when he wanted to be and twitchy when he didn't want to be. It reminded Dean of Sam so much he was almost sick with it, sipping musty warm water from his canteen to stave off the belly-lurches every time John slapped his square-wristed big hands against the Jeep steering wheel or gave him a curious sidelong glance.

"Just go ahead and ask, Corporal," Dean said gruffly after a while. John's mouth opened along one edge in a panting laugh, humid and tense.

"Sir," he said. Dean sipped water. "It's just ... Sarge said that you asked for me specifically. To do this run. There's plenty other drivers in the platoon, sir, ones who outrank me--"

"Son," Dean cut him off, and it was easy, thrillingly sickeningly so to use that word, "what happens if you get ham 'n motherfuckers in your C-rats?"

They whipped through a series of shallow potholes with John wrenching the vehicle to steer them clear, as carelessly rough as he drove when he was Dad. Which meant he'd had time to think of an answer, sounding confident and even tickled when he said, "Exchange 'em with whoever's dumb enough to get pressured into it, sir. Mostly cherries."

Dean mm-hmm'ed in his throat, reaching out to hold the side of the windshield for the bumpy ride. "Well," he said, "you got yours exchanged. You could be back there doing PX or latrine duty. Instead you're here with me. Peaches and poundcake."

John laughed at that, his dogtags jangling as the wheels left the road for a second and they both rose up and then thumped down. Everything was wet and wet-smelling, John was too, and Dean said, "Make a pit stop." John was a good little soldier. He didn't protest. He found a side road that rumbled down into an area with high grass, hidden by trees, killed the engine with a satisfied, nervy bark, and didn't do anything other than open his mouth when Dean strongarmed him against the back of the seat and kissed him.

"You asked for me specifically," John said when they drew apart for air, and Dean gripped his chin, clean-shaven with just the slightest skritch of stubble. John's eyes darkened, fearless. He reached up to hang on to Dean's wrist, just so he could say, "you got nothing to worry about, L-tee."

"Yeah," Dean said, shoving the heel of his other hand along John's belly to feel his breathing quicken, and then grabbing the corporal's already-hard dick, making his lips part in a gasping pant, the sound needy and ... and slutty and Dean tasted warm plastic as he spat into his father's mouth to stop that sound. To get more of that sound. To get something.

"You think I'm worried about me?" Dean purposely didn't think about what he was saying and if it was a mirror held up to his dad or himself; he talked from the gut, whatever came out. "I could get you an other-than-honourable discharge with nothing more than a SPN code."

"Which one?" John asked, wiping his lips. He didn't even really swallow Dean's spit, just let it mingle with his own as he waited for an answer. Dean clenched down on his dad's dick until he whimpered.

"Four six one," he said, looking at the way John's lower lip skidded slightly to the right, softly deformed with pain. "Inadequate personality."

John laughed again, breathless and foxlike, and that made Dean crazy too. Days he'd gone without even an amused harrumph or twitch of a smile out of this man, weeks sometimes, and here the younger version -- humping the boonies in Vietnam with probably jungle rot between his toes and the constant threat of being shelled or shot up -- he'd given up a laugh twice in ten minutes. Over nothing. Over being potentially sold down the river.

"You sound like my dad," was what John said, of all things.

Dean grabbed him by the front of his fatigues, the shirt beaten from wear but stiff with grime; he grabbed it up with one hand and had just enough time to see John's eyes widen slightly before Dean cuffed him in that soft mouth. When his dad gasped and blood and spit came out in a dribble that dripped from his lip and spindled down his chin, Dean didn't know whose spit it was.

"Guessing you don't want head, then," John said, and grinned. He was still slightly grinning when Dean yanked open his fatigue pants and growled, deep and choppy, at the feel of the standard-issue silkies underneath, the same kind his dad was partial to even decades after his tour of duty. He was still slightly grinning, teeth stained yellowish with blood, when Dean started jerking him rough and twisting, crushing the plum head of his father's cock now and again, dragging his thumb hard down the underside. "Holy shit," John gasped, blinking at Dean like he was magic, and he was, in a way, the way that time and a hundred motel rooms had made him.

John came in his son's hand and Dean watched him all through it, the bob of his throat and the way his jaw was only just starting to be sharply defined, and there were no scars on his face at all, so Dean took that handful of cum and slapped it against his father's mouth. John bucked up against the sudden lack of pressure and he kept his hands obediently clutching the jeep seat instead of touching Dean, who dragged his thumbnail down the right side of his dad's face, that clear, unmarked cheekbone. John's face was reddened when Dean dragged his hand over it, smeary with spunk, and he gave a damp, half-cough gasp. He didn't wipe his face when Dean took his hand back and scrubbed it clean against the side of his dad's shirt.

"Why the fuck did you say that?" Dean asked. A mosquito buzzed loud in the shell of his ear and although he wanted to slap it away he ignored it. "About your father."

A shrug, as John scrubbed his face with his sleeve, turned his head and hocked a quick, efficient gob of cum and blood and spit over the side of the vehicle. It caught a broad leaf and gleamed and wobbled there before sliding off. "The only kinds of guys who want this shit either don't have fathers or got fucked up by their fathers," he said, like it was obvious or should be.

"We need to get to Chu Lai," said Dean. John gave a single nod and started the ignition, turning to mark his route as he backed out of the one-way trace and back onto the main road. The Jeep's wheels skidded when they hit wet, cracked asphalt and John wrenched it to point the right direction.

"You don't have a dad, Corporal." Dean was half-hard but he didn't want to touch himself. He gripped the bottom of the windowframe. He could feel John looking at him and didn't return the look.

"Every man who wants this is one of the two," John said again, implacably and expecting to be believed, and Dean's sticky-damp fingertips squeaked on the car door metal. "Even you, sir." Dean looked over and met his father's eyes, familiar and foreign, unwavering. John lifted his chin in a jerk. "So which one is it, Lieutenant?"

Dean tasted warm plastic. He looked away and spat.

#dadfuckerfest #johndean #wincest #john winchester #dean winchester #wrote this real quick and dirty

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justarabidlittleyingzhao · 1 year

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LBFaD has three main locations that explore different ideas within the narrative: Shuiyuntian, the Moon Palace, and Yunmeng Lake.

What I find fascinating is how the narrative then repeats the journey in reverse. If LBFaD was a piece of music, I'd say the structure was most like Arch form: abcba

To me, the story moves like the curve of an arch, each smaller storyline building on the one that went before, but with a new melody. After the third location, it goes back in reverse. There's a repeat of the previous themes / storylines explored within each location - with variations - but they're essentially the same.

Shuiyuntian (A)

The main idea explored at the beginning is how power wielded by goodness can completely undermine power used for violence. Bullying doesn't reward those who indulge in it, but gentleness and compassion bring what people most desire.

For example, Danyin wants to pass the exam and win Chang Heng's love. Her bullying not only makes Orchid stand up for herself (which CH sees and admires), but I think it's a contributing factor drawing DFQC to watch over her during the exam. This leads to Orchid not only defeating her bullies and passing her exam, but also leads to Orchid saving Danyin's life - and that's a lesson for DFQC, too.

But of course the main focus while we are in Shunteiyan is the dynamic between someone who does not know their own power (Orchid) versus someone who knows his power very well (DFQC - as 'Da Qiang') - but he's unable to use it, thanks to the Xilan Seal.

2. The Moon Palace (B)

I feel like the main theme in the Moon Palace is authority = responsibility.

It's not just about bodyswapping shenanigans with DFQC. Although Orchid does it half as payback and half to get out of her Arbiter Hall 'jail' - she quickly finds out that being DFQC, she has to make political decisions that affect people's lives too. And with every choice that is made, we see a consequence (not always a positive one) after.

But intertwined with the theme of authority demanding responsibility, is the sweeter theme of compassion creating opportunity.

Orchid's compassion spontaneously moves her to swap bodies back with DFQC in order to save his life - an act which permanently changes her situation. Her compassion moves her to help him heal his tree of emotions. Even at personal risk to herself, she heads to the underworld to find out the truth behind what his father was thinking when he tortured the son he loved. This gives DFQC the opportunity to choose his new (and raw) emotions over being forced into losing them again. That compassion also opens the door - yes, even this early on - for Glazed Fire to replace his Hellfire (but I feel like that should be a whole other post).

3. Yunmeng Lake (C).

This part had a unique energy to me. Kind of reminded me a bit of Much Ado About Nothing, or Twelfth Night, with all the subterfuge and disguises and misunderstandings.

It seems like the main idea explored here is that Deception can bring about the very thing you really don't want to happen.

The themes of responsibility, power, compassion, and violence vs restraint from the previous storylines are woven in here too, in the actions of multiple characters.

Orchid and DFQC pretend they don't know what the other is up to, while trying to figure out exactly what the other is up to: the power play between them is almost constant.

Orchid begins to feel the weight of responsibility of her choices regarding DFQC and the future.

Mortal!CH is now sworn brothers with DongFang (ohhhh my god the fics, the bromance fics I need right now for them).

Our leads have UnConfessed feelings for each other but both eventually have to accept marrying someone else (because, Fate. Tribulations. Primordial Spirits.)

All of this with a spicy side dish of evil qi and supernatural antagonists.

But it's after this that the narrative themes start to reverse after they return to the Moon Palace (B), and then finally to Shunteiyan (A), where DFQC regrows Orchid from her seed.

It's in these last two stages - narrative mirrors of the first two stages - that the relationships and the dynamics are also reversed.

Orchid returns as the goddess Xishan: powerful and virtually emotionless. She has the power - both supernatural and emotional - to thwart DFQC's attempts to draw close to her, and uses it.

She's a painful mirror of DFQC's character from the beginning; painful because their dynamic is minus the delight and pleasure of their first interactions.

He becomes a mirror of Orchid's original compassion, helplessness and tenacity. He could fight her, forcing a power match with the new goddess, but it doesn't even occur to him to do that.

If we could hear this storyline as music, it would be bittersweet - teasing us with hope, but stretching out the melancholy until we almost can't bear it. We watched the first few episodes avidly for DFQC to slowly thaw in the face of Orchid's sweetness, and we were rewarded. We watch again for *some* evidence of thawing from the new-born goddess in the face of DFQC's sweetness, but it almost doesn't come.

The locations, the themes are the same: but almost to the very end, the dynamic is not.

There's far more visual and emotional parallels between the first three episodes when contrasted with the last three that I haven't spoken about here - but that would make this post waaaay too long (maybe I'll revisit more of the finale's parallels later, in another post).

(P.S. also, thanks LBFaD. for killing me)

#cang lan jue #love between fairy and devil #xiao lanhua #dongfang qingcang #lbfad #dylan wang #wang hedi #no really #thanks for killing me #bitches #brilliantly adapted acted and directed #now don't do that again

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Hey luv, I was wondering if you took requests and if you do I'd kindly like to request something. I was wondering if you'd be willing to do a K/DA Akali x female reader where they were childhood friends but lost contact over the years and when they reunited at a party, they did some catching up and Akali discovered that the reader is a songwriter and in a way maybe a singer but just doesn't have the courage the put the songs out into the public yet. Throughout catching up they grew feelings for each other and didn't want to admit it to themselves or each other but the other members of K/DA were noticing it and well they planned a little something to help them confess and then they got together.

If you can't do it that's ok. 😊

Have a good rest of your day/night luv💕🫂

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Pairing: K/DA!Akali J. Tethi x Black!NoLabel!Reader

Genre: Fic

Synopsis: In which Akali realizes the love she expressed in that snowy playground all those years ago has never faded.

Warnings: minor cursing, a bit of interpersonal homophobia, lyrics are from the song "This Town" by Niall Horan, I do not own any part of the song or lyrics they're just in use to creative purposes!!

A/N: I mayyyy have strayed away from the original plot at but at the end 😬 it was starting to get too long and I didn't wanna keep letting it sit in the drafts. I hope you stoll enjoy!!

Tap-tap, tap-tap, tap-tap, went each end of the pen as it connects to the solid wood of the studio desk. On said desk, a half written song with only a base guitar melody and a few lines of a verse lie forgotten, and it’s writer sat on the studio couch, gazing into the snow-ridden park below the agency building. It’s winter, and if not for the imagery outside, one could distinguish the season by the volume and vibrations from the boiler room’s furnace that rung throughout the walls. Despite the warmth that flooded the building, the wild haired girl still had on a fleece hoodie and jogging pants set, with thick socks to keep her feet warm, and the hoodie sleeves long enough to cover her freezing fingers.

Akali had been in K/DA’s shared studio since the early hours of the morning, and had barely gotten her song done. The song was important, as it would be her solo for the upcoming album, and with only two days left to submit the final rendition, the pressure was high. She’s already gotten worried looks from Ahri and Kai’Sa, and most recently, a scolding from Evelyn about ‘this is not who we are’. Management, though they’ve always had faith in the firecracker, were also showing signs of doubt, as they’ve never encountered Akali in this state of mind before. And if she knew how to combat this form of seasonal depression, Akali would have told her bandmates and the company to not worry.

Everyone was a bit on edge.

Akali is entranced by the snowflakes that fall from the sky. They remind her of her youth, when she would play in the neighborhood playground after martial arts lessons, unphased by the cold, as winter was her favorite season. Her gaze was fixated on the playground in the park below, and from her imagination, the young rapper reminisced on the simpler times, when her childhood was pure, and her love was innocent.

“‘Kali, stop it, you’re gonna hurt yourself!” a young voice echoed from Akali’s brain as her mind made a turn down memory lane. A young Akali, no older than six or seven, stood high and mighty on top of the jungle gym, ready to show off her newest trick to her best friend, who stood worried on the snow covered ground. She should be used to Akali’s recklessness by now, but Akali never ceases to amaze the other young girl.

“If I make this flip, you have to promise me something, [Y/N]!” Said Akali, ignoring the worry her friend displayed beforehand.

“What is it?” replies [Y/N], curiously.

“You have to promise to marry me!” Akali replies in a confident tone, preparing herself for the flip of her life, while [Y/N] deadpans into her hand. “Just don’t hurt yourself, stupid!”

Of course, Akali lands her flip expertly - and [Y/N} lets out the breath she didn’t know she was holding - and as she stands up straight, the wild haired girl holds out her hand, pinky-finger pointed out and ready to seal the promise.

“Pinky promise you’ll marry me, [Y/N]?”

“Girls don’t marry each other, ‘Kali, they marry boys.” [Y/N] says matter of factly, causing Akali’s lips to form a point at her best friend. “Says who?”

[Y/N] paused, thinking for a moment. “My mom and dad. Don’t yours?”

A bored ‘booooooo’ left Akali’s lips, chapped by the cold. “Okay, fine - if we don’t get boyfriends when we’re older, then we’ll marry each other. How does that sound?”

[Y/N] paused once again, taking a longer moment to think about her answer. After a minute or two, she shrugged, and interlocked her gloved pinky with Akali’s bare one. “Okay! I’ll marry you then!”

A knock on the studio door brought Akali’s trip through memory lane to a pause. With haste, she got up from her seat on the couch and opened the door. Standing in the doorway was her bandmate, Kai’Sa, and the sight of the main dancer made Akali’s eyebrows raise in question.

“You’ve been in here for a while, yknow,” Kai’Sa began, “anything yet?”

Akali shook her head in defeat. “I haven’t had writer's block in a minute. This shit is killing me.” She said, rubbing her eyes that burned with exhaustion.

“Well, I have an idea….”

Normally, Kai’Sa’s ideas are very good and beneficial, but it was something about the way that the dancer said that sentence that sparked a sense of mischief in her gut. “And what is this idea?”

“Let’s say that a new club opened up in Hongdae,” Kai’Sa started, and though Akali knew where this was going, she found herself leaning against the doorframe to entertain her bandmate’s ‘hypothetical’ question, “aaaannnd let’s say that I got us some free access tickets into the VIP show tonight, that’s displaying a new singer-songwriter-producer with a new single performance….would you be interested?”

It’s always an adventure when Kai’Sa finds things to do in the cities that K/DA visits. She’ll ask so innocently, dragging the other girls into her random, exciting rendezvous, which always tend to spark new inspiration for music, dance and entertainment for the group. Kai’Sa didn’t have a mischievous bone in her body, but in certain situations, her adventures would end in an intense night of clubbing, drinks, and not-so-appropriate dancing.

“You’re trying to get me inspiration to write?”

“Maybe. But you’ve also had yourself holed up in here for a week, and I think you could let loose a little. We can’t have our hidden gem down in the dumps-”

“-so close to a comeback?”

“-in general, ‘Kali.”

Akali took in Kai’Sa’s words. Normally, that’s how her writer’s blocks would be cured - a quick trip to an underground event would have the rapper in good spirits in no time at all. However, a club is different than an underground event - theres more people that know people, with less etiquette and more entitlement - which is why Akali normally strayed away from those kinds of scenes.

However, it was two days before her shit was due, and she was becoming desperate to get something on the page.

“I can be ready in an hour.”

The heavy base blasting through the walls of the club has Akali rethinking her decision of taking on Kai’Sa’s offer. There were many more bodies than she anticipated, many more flashing lights and floating drinks. She thinks she’s underdressed - her simple pair of ripped jeans, combat boots, white tee and black cap making her stand out like a sore thumb. Paired with the various rings on her fingers, wrist watch and silver chains and her signature dogtags, the rapper felt as though she was going to meet up with a friend, not enjoy herself at a club. A hand went to adjust her cap a little over her eyes to avoid unwanted eye contact with anyone who wasn’t Kai’Sa.

“Relax, girl,” said the main dancer, as Kai’Sa placed a hand on Akali’s back, “I can feel the tension radiating off of you.”

“It’s been a minute since I’ve been in a setting like this,” Akali responds, “It’s…a lot more people than I thought.”

“Don’t worry, just follow my lead.”

“Follow your lead where, exactly?”

“To the DJ Booth.”

Of course, it was like Kai’Sa to get in good with the DJ’s so that she could request a hefty amount of songs without an additional charge. She was skillful like that - and almost never dropped her band’s name for the benefit of her own.

Through the mass of bodies already tipsy from colourful shots and club music, Akali and Kai’Sa made their way to the back of the club, where the DJ booth was located, as well as the VIP section. All Kai’Sa had to do was flash her phone at the overly-buff bouncer for the two to be let in. Akali didn’t question it - she was too busy trying to get a feel for the club. She barely noticed when her hand was let go of, as Kai’Sa went to hug the DJ who had invited her to this event.

“‘Kali, this is the guy I was telling you about,” said the main dancer over the blasting music, to which Akali shook his hand out of respect. Small talk was made, until the DJ leaned into Kai’Sa’s ear, pointing in another direction while saying something. At that point, Akali had been babysitting a small fruity drink, having grown a bit comfortable into this new setting.

The dancer had leaned over to Akali next to relay the message: “This is the new rising artist I was telling you about earlier! They’re about to perform!”

Akali shifted her gaze from her bandmate to the stage, and suddenly, the music that was so deafening became a muffled memory, as the rapper took in the presence that was on the blue and purple accented stage. A face she had not seen in years, now appeared before her with a new sense of maturity and age.

It was [Y/N] up there, and what’s more, she was singing.

The next four minutes or so was a blur to Akali, and she was only able to refocus when Kai’Sa had given her a gentle shake on the shoulder, warning her about the new arrival to the VIP section. The arrival being [Y/N], who’s first move was to hug the DJ, who she could only assume had some relation to her. She shook Kai’Sa’s hand, and when it was Akali’s turn to be greeted, the rapper was still dumbstruck by the beauty in front of her.

Akali and [Y/N] made eye contact, and for a moment, it seemed like the world paused. The club and it’s loud, pulsating music became muffled, and the only thing Akali was focused on was the woman before her. It felt like a dream, really, the way everything died down around her and how her focus zoomed in onto the singer who was approaching her for a hug-

Shit, [Y/N] was coming in for a hug. She was coming in for a hug and Akali was standing still like an idiot. It wasn’t until the rapper felt the warmth from the other spread throughout her body that she was able to react.

“Holy shit, it’s been ages!” (Y/N) says into Akali’s ear, thankful of the close proximity so that she didn’t have to yell. “You’re a big shot now! How’ve you been?”

The rest of the night consisted of the two catching up on their lives prior to this (with subtle pop-ins from Kai’Sa, who’d taken to entertaining herself on the dance floor with whoever was willing to dance with her). There exchange of phone numbers and socials, and when the club finally became unbearable for Akali (and Kai’Sa having downed one too many shots), the two separated with a promise to meet up again.

Akali lays on her bed, lost in the thought of you. Emotions that had been unknown to her for some time had begun to swirl up again - emotions she believed she had pushed down long ago when circumstances caused her and (Y/N) to separate in their youth; but she was back.

She was back, and she was gorgeous, and Akali was falling in love all over again.

The next thing she knows, Akali is up again at the crack of dawn, where the sun is just beginning to peak over the horizon, and with her sudden alertness come the adrenaline she had been missing for her songwriting. Off went the blankets that covered her thin frame as she frantically stumbled over to her desk, littered with various papers of songs past, music sheets, and other instruments of music creation. The rapper managed to get a pencil steady in her hands and a clean sheet of paper, and began to write feverishly. She wanted to get it down before the inspiration was lost again. She did not look up from the paper until she deemed the song done, and when she finally did, the sunrise had taken it’s place upon the horizon. Akali found comfort in the vibrant oranges, soft yellows, and lazy purples that painted the morning sky, the blanket of night being stripped away for a brand new day.

A new dawn, a new day. Akali felt at peace in this moment.

Akali nods her head at Ahri’s question, anxiety shaking her bones like the cold from the winter that blanketed the city.

“-and you said you wrote this, this morning?”

This song was all or nothing.

“It’s different from you, ‘Kali,” said the blonde woman as she examined the piece of paper with various scribbles of words into stanzas, her chin resting in the palm of her hand, “but I think it’s beautiful. Did you have a composition?”

“Uh, well- yeah, but not recorded,” replies the rapper as she gestures over to the guitar that laid against the wall of the studio, “I can play the chorus?”

Ahri looks back to Yasuo, the bands producer, who simply shrugs, “I don’t see why not. We can worry about recording it later for submission.”

Akali, in an attempt to shake off her anxiety, grabs the guitar, positions it on her lap, and fiddles with the tuning keys to get the instrument in the right tune to play. There’s a moment of hesitance, in which she glances to Yasuo and Ahri, who patiently wait for Akali to play.

“Take you’re time,” Yasuo encourages, “you can’t rush art, after all.”

Akali nods, closes her eyes, and takes a deep breath to ground herself. The image of (Y/N) appears in her mind, and before the rapper knows it, she begins to play:

And if the whole world was watchin’

I’d still dance with you

Drive highways and byways

To be there with you

Over and over the only truth

Everything comes back to you

You still make me nervous

When you walk in the room

Them butterflies, the come alive

When i'm next to you

Over and over the only truth

Everything comes back to you

Akali could hear the pumping from her heart furiously in her ears. She slowly peels her eyes open to see her bandmate and producer giving applause to her demonstration of the on-the-fly composition she just did.

“That was marvelous, ‘Kali!” announces Ahri, “That has to be at the top of the track list- Yasuo, it just has to be!”

She’s tugging at the older man’s green cardigan in excitement, which makes both Akali and Yasuo chuckle at her child-like behavior. “I agree, it’s definitely a good song,” He adds on, taking a sip from the coffee he had been nursing in his hand for a while, “‘Lover Girl’ Akali J. Tethi has a ring to it.”

“Please, stop, I’m not a lover girl,” the rapper whines, overwhelmed by the swell of compliments from the two as she lowers the bottom of the guitar onto the floor, taking to resting her chin on the top of the handle with her hands adding cushion to the wooden instrument, “and- I mean, I guess it’s good. I mean- I know it’s good, but…”

“We need the inspiration details!” Ahri asserts, dying to know what caused her bandmate to create such a beautiful piece. “Is it about something? About someone…?”

“Uuuhhmmm…” it was a futile attempt to stall, but the smile that painted Akali’s face gave her away completely. Ahri’s squeal and insistent tapping on the arm of her chair urged Akali to continue.

“Okay, so- there’s this girl…” The rapper began, her head tilting slightly to the side as she tried to find the best way to tell this story. “We’ve been friends since we were little…and I loved her. But we ended up separating- she moved away right before we were about to start middle school. But, last night- when Kai took me to that club, I saw her. I saw her, after so long. And I got to hug her- to hold her again, and- and everything came back to me. She’s one of the reasons why I started music; and when I hugged her, I just- I just fell in love all over again. Nothing had changed and- fuck, this is so embarrassing to say…”

There was a moment of silence. Ahri and Yasuo looked at each other, then back to the obviously love-struck rapper. “Akali, you’re in love.”

“Yeah, I got that part down - how do I deal with it?”

“You go after her?” Yasuo suggested, sarcastically albeit.

“I can’t just do that!” Akali retorted.

Yasuo shook his, mumbling something about how ‘young people are so dense, before speaking up again, “Look- the foundation is there. You have history. You just wrote a song about her. Besides anxiety, what’s really stopping you from finding this young woman and telling her you love her?”

“Uh, my pride if she rejects me,” Akali answers matter of factly, “and do you even have experience in order to give love advice?”

“That’s besides the point,” Ahri interrupts, holding out her hands to cease the two’s back and forth.

The blonde vocalist directs her gaze onto the young rapper, who she’s seen grow up so much in the past few years since their debut. There’s a moment of thought before she speaks. “Akali, lets think of it this way; do you want to be the girl who just writes the love songs, or the girl who acts on them?”

There’s a beat that passes. Then, Akali’s phone rings. She checks the caller ID, and it’s none other than (Y/N). She looks back at Ahri and Yasuo, who give her looks of approval.

“I think we can finish up the submission paperwork for you,” Ahri reasons, “you should probably take that.”

Akali rises from her seat, hurriedly propping the guitar against the wall, much more sloppily compared to its original position, and rushes out the door to answer her phone.

#black reader #black tumblr #kda x reader #kda x black!reader #k/da x reader #k/da x black!reader #kda akali #akali kda #k/da akali #akali k/da #akali jhomen tethi #akali x reader #akali x black!reader

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smartycvnt · 1 year

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Out and Proud

Title: Out and Proud Pairing: Laurel Lance x Reader Prompt: 90. "If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?" R WC: 933

Politics were full of characters that you could have happily avoided your entire life. There wasn't really a reason for you to be conversing with any of them except for the very solid one of Laurel had asked you to. She wanted to impress the big shots before she announced her campaign for District Attorney. If she won, it'd be historic. Laurel Lance, the youngest District Attorney in Star City history. Many people worked decades to get where she had, often not reaching the pinnacle of DA without major help before the age of 35. You were proud of Laurel for how far she had already come, and it seemed like nothing would stand in the way. At least that was how it seemed before some tabloid had leaked pictures of the two of you kissing in the back of a police escort car that Quentin Lance had sent for the two of you to an Oliver Queen gala.

Laurel had been a wreck for a solid week after that. She hadn't shown her face around town except for when she went to work. You hadn't been asked to lay low, but after a few of Star City's tabloid "journalists" had stopped you in the supermarket, you had decided that was for the best. You were a bit of a big name in the tech world, an up and coming game developer that had been sponsored by Ray Palmer before his untimely death. Felicity had kept you on whenever she took over the company, which you were grateful for. Although, you had the slight suspicion that it had originally been because Ray made a point of including in the merger contracts that you couldn't be fired.

"I have good news," you said as you let yourself into Laurel's bedroom. Her apartment was much smaller than yours, but it reminded you more of the place where you had grown up. Your family had been pretty poor whenever you were younger, but now that you had money, you tried to put it back into your community as much as possible. However, there was only so much that could be done in Bloodhaven.

“And what is that?" Laurel asked as she moved away from her makeup to kiss you.

"I wasn't followed here by any weirdos with cameras, so I think that it's finally safe to go to the store," you told her. Laurel laughed at that. The paps had been staying away from her for a few days now, but your name was a bit of a bigger one. Laurel was in the papers more for her cases, but you had a bit of a cult-like following online because of your games. Felicity said that it was more than deserved for the amount of money you had brought into the company within the last year and a half.

"I'm sure that they'll get their fill tonight at the Palmer Tech party," Laurel pointed out. You had almost forgotten about that. A part of you wanted to skip it, but Laurel was adamant that the two of you go. There were people who could sponsor her, but also, it wasn't often that you were publicly celebrated for your contributions to the company. You still didn't really want to be there, you would have much rather been at home with Laurel watching stupid action movies and eating bad takeout.

The party was huge, much bigger than you had expected. It seemed like everybody who worked at Palmer Tech was there and even some people who didn't. All of those people made you a bit nervous that something would go down, but Felicity had promised that Green Arrow was watching out for everybody there. Laurel kept her arm linked with yours as the two of you walked around. You felt like royalty with her on your arm looking like a princess. Dressing up in fancy clothes made you feel like somebody else's puppet since you never really did it for yourself, but tonight there was a different feeling to it. Maybe it was because you and Laurel were allowed to walk around matching like that.

"For once, I don't think I mind all these people staring at us," you said as the two of you found a place to sit. You'd been walking around the party for the past hour and a half. Your shoes were terribly uncomfortable, but you doubted that anybody else's were comfortable in the slightest. "I feel almost like I'd be upset if they weren't looking at us right now."

"This is a pretty big night for you, you deserve the attention," Laurel told you. Almost everybody in the room had gotten their fill, but Laurel was still staring at you. It was something you had gotten used to, her looking at you in public like she wanted something from you that she was scared of.

"Whatever you want to ask, you can," you said. Laurel bit her lip like she was still contemplating it.

"If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?" Laurel asked. There wasn't a moment of hesitation before you moved to pull Laurel in for a kiss. Laurel melted into your arms a little. The two of you were slow to pull away from each other, and if it was up to you, there never would have been a need to. "I didn't mean you had to kiss me right now, I was just curious."

"Are you complaining?"

"Not at all," Laurel muttered as she leaned in for another small kiss.

#laurel lance #laurel lance x reader #arrowverse x reader #arrow x reader #arrow #my writing

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yumikattodl · 4 months

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Diabolik lovers Blood Bloued Dark no 1

The driver driving the car woke me up. I got out, took my luggage, and was standing in front of a large part of the mansion. The sun was shining in the sky. So it's day now? Taking my luggage, I entered the residence grounds. Then I went to the door and knocked. Nobody opened it, I was never patient. When will someone open this door? I don't want to wait all day for someone to open it. I knocked about 20 times and no one answered.

My patience ran out and she opened the doorI heard a noise as if I had hit someone. I looked around and saw a man with navy blue hair whose hair I hit with a door. Not damn it! It wasn't supposed to be my first meeting with my roommates.

Who the fuck are you ?! A princess to drive me through the door! - Granted Granny - hair.

He was angry with me. - I'm Yumi Katto, I'm sorry, accidentally - for the grant-hair woman introducing myself

. - Ruki ... -Kun, did it hurt? - asked green - hair boy full of bandages. "I love pain, if you don't want to, I can take it," he said.

- Hey .. Do you like pain? the pain asked. I didn't really know what to say.

- Azusa - kun does not ask a new person about it. - The blond said. Green hair, he didn't say anything else.

- Although you will meet all of us there. - He explained dark blue hair. I followed them into the living room. I didn't know there were giants here..

"So I'm Kou Mukami," the blonde said "I'm Yuma Mukami," he introduced himself red-haired. Giant. - And this - he pointed at the green hair. Blond. "Azusa Mukami .." he said without emotion.

- I'm Ruki Mukami - navy blue introduced himself - hair. Karlheinz, she was right she was all brothers. - And you are not free to introduce yourself - said navy blue - hair. Before that, I introduced myself to him. I think he's angry at that door. - And you must not freely introduce yourself - said the navy blue - hair. I introduced myself to him earlier. I think he's mad at that door. "Yumi," I muttered. "Now that we know, you must know we're vampires." Ruki said. It didn't surprise me that I had known about vampires for a long time. Ever since I was a kid. - I understand.

- I replied, not too surprised by this fact. There was a little confusion on their faces. - Sow, ruki will lead you to the room - Yuma. Did he just call me a dungeon? I thought. Where I remind him of this animal! "You'll be fine," said ruki. I nodded, following my navy blue hair.

- You know that if you run away, you will be punished. I will explain the rules of this house to you later. You will be punished for breaking them.

Ruki said warningly. - I understand.

- I didWe stopped in front of a brown door. - To your room. Ruki said and disappearedI opened the door and saw a gray room.

- Wow ~~! She widened her eyes. But fun ~~, I said, walking into the room with my suitcase. I went to the closet and started unpacking my things. I unpacked my stuff after 3 hours. Phew, finally. And now I can rest. As soon as I said this, I heard a knock on the door. Do they have any sensors what a human wants to do? I thought.

- umm .. Please. - I did A blonde man entered the room.

How he had a ku, keu. I've never been good at remembering names.

Okay, get them to start carrying cards with their own names until I remember them. This idea seems pretty good.

- Ta da ~~! Gift! - behind the blonde pulled out a bouquet of red roses. They pass them on to me. I was very surprised, I didn't expect to get roses someday.

- Thank you - I thanked the blonde.

- Hey, do you like this? The blonde asked. "Yes," I said to the blonde.

- Hey, is that good? And free of charge. Money? Jewelry? How about a dress? What do you want, I'll give you everything. It's free, okay, right?

- The blonde said too much, I do not understand what he means.

- I'll give you anything you want and for free? - I don't need anything from you.

- I said truthfully.

- Hmm. You don't need anything. Come with me ... ...

- The pissed-off blonde said. Why did he grab my arm so hard it hurts ...

- I did everything in my power to be a nice person. You don't seem to understand my point of view at all. Am I spoiling you too much? Hey …… you're pissing me off right now.

I have to discipline my cocky M Neko-chan. The blonde said walking with me to the door of the mansion. He pushed me out the mansion door, it was raining.

- You'll stay here until you understand !! he said, closing the door.

- Kou-kun. Why are you doing this ... ...

- I asked, grabbing the handle that didn't move, I even closed it from the inside, I won't go in. I'll be sick if I stay in the rain.

- You'll stay here until you understand !! he said, closing the door.

- Kou-kun. Why are you doing this ... ...

- I asked, grabbing the handle which did not budge, even closed it from the inside, I will not enter. Staying in the rain I'll be sick.

-? Why, isn't it because you were conceited? - He said pissed off

- Haha, M Neko-chan, it's started raining see you later! he shouted. “J-See you …… Wait Kou-kun !! Don't leave me here! - I screamed. He's not here anymore. I think he's having a great time at my expense. It's cold in here ... I'm shaking with cold. Mr. Karlheinz where did you leave me? Home to selfish egoists. I woke up in my room? How did kou-kun throw me out into the rain before the mansion door closes it, preventing me from entering?

- What is? I asked with a question.

- Are you awake? M Neko-chan. The blond said. So he's here too.

- Hey, open your mouth. - The blond said. Not wanting to oppose him. What if I throw me out into the rain again? Or do something worse. I did what he said. Kou kun kissed me. It was my first kiss. This is the situation most girls dream about. But I ... I wanted to cry out of confusion and fear. In one moment he throws me out, in the other he kisses what is it? Why kou-kun? ..

- Why did he kiss me? I said to myself - kitten, are you satisfied? Hey …… you said a moment ago that you didn't need anything. Now, aren't you glad to have a nice, warm bed to sleep on? "Yes .." I nodded.

- Haha. And yet you open your mouth with arrogant remarks to the person who gave you life now …… So you said you didn't need anything because you had everything …… The blond lunged, looking at me.

- So I decided. Let's make a deal. You will pretend to be my girlfriend. Each of ours will benefit. After all, you are arrogant.

- He said. Wait? Co! Who is he so I have to pretend I'm not a toy ... For loan ...

- I do not agree. she announced.

- Nobody asked for your opinion! It's good that you agree ^^

- the blond man said happily ...

- But I don't agree. In the end, I did it against my will. With this blonde. - What did I get myself into ...

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Mini Fanfic #1074: Our Green Bean Plumber (Super Smash Bros Ultimate)

8:45 a.m. at Smash Mansion: Luigi and Daisy's Bedroom........

Luigi: (Groans as He Slowly Starts to Open his Eyes and Wake Himself Up) Mama Mia.....Where....am I?...

????: Morning, Sweetie~

Luigi: (Turns to See a Very Familiar Face Laying Next to Him on.the Bed) D-Daisy? (Starts Rubbing his Eyes) Is that really you?

Daisy: (Smiles Softly) The one and only. We're finally back home in our bed.

??????: And a good thing too.

Luigi turns to see Samus and Chun-Li sitting on the other side with Chun-Li happily waving at him.

Samus: (Smirks a Bit Playfully While LettingOut a Chuckle or Two) You were so fucking hammered last night.

Luigi: (Sighs While Laying Up on the Bed and Scratching Behind his Head) Well, that explains the massive headache.....I wasn't too much of a hassle to take care of, was I?

Samus: Nah. You were just vibing and having a good time for the most part

Chun-Li: As the cutest drunk ever~

Daisy: Right?~ (Playfully But Gently Pinches Luigi's Cheek) You were so cute and adorable that I could just eat you right up!~ (Gives Luigi a Kiss on the Other Cheek)

Luigi: (Giggles a Bit Ticklishly) Daisy~ Come on- (Suddenly Gasps at a Black Circle Around one of His Girlfriend's Eyes) D-Daisy, is that-

Daisy: A black eye? Yup, the one and only. (Gently Places her Hands on Both of Luigi's Cheeks) And before you say anything, please don't blame yourself for this. What happened last night was all on me and me alone, okay?

Luigi: Okay. B-But how you did managed get yourself hurt in the first place?

Daisy: (Starts Rubbing The Back of Her Head Back and Forth) Wellllll.........

Flashback to Last Night at the Karaoke Bar........

Luigi: (Drunkenly Sings on Stage) FlY me to DA MOoN n LeT me PLayyy aMong the StARsssss

Daisy: (Places her Hands onto her Chest and Sighs at her Boyfriend On Stage) He sounds just like an angel~

Samus: (Snickers a Bit) Yeah. An drunken angel.

Chun-Li: Has he always get drunk so easily?

Samus: Yeah, our poor green bean over there is a bit of a lightweight when it comes to drinking.

Daisy: (Turns to the Couple) But he gets even more cuter than he usual does though!~ Like, this one time, he went to Tifa's bar with her, Cloud and Dedede and he has gotten so wasted that he came back to the mansion and had De playing the acoustic guitar as he sings how much he loves me before he passed out sleeping, saying my name over and over.

Chun-Li: (Giggles Softly) Awwww~ That's so adorable and funny~

Daisy: Right!?~ I love that man so much I just- (Looks Up at the Ceiling Before Letting Out a Scream) ('UGGGGGH') (Places her Hands on Cheeks her Happily Twists her Head Side to Side) I can't!~

Samus: Calm down, Mayflower. It ain't that serious.

Daisy: (Immediately Glares at Samus) S-Sammy! (Starts Whispering) Ixnay on the last name....

Chun-Li: (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) Mayflower is your last name?

Daisy: No-

Samus: Yes. Yes it is.

Daisy: (Grumbles as She Goes Back to Glaring at Samus)

Samus: Oh quit giving me that look. Everyone else in the mansion knows that already.

Daisy: Which they SHOULDN'T!

Chun-Li: (Smiles Softly at Daisy) I think your nickname sounds nice to say.

Daisy: (Sighs Before Smiling Back at Chun-Li) Thanks, Chuns. You're sweet. Unlike your girlfriend over here.

Samus: Oh come on. I wasn't planning on making fun of you over it. At least not yet anyways....

Daisy: (Groans While Rolling her Eyes) Whatever. Just remind me to pummel Dedede whenever I see him next time, okay?

Samus: (Shrugs) Fine by me.

????: Ohhhh brother! This plumber FUCKING STINKS!

Daisy: (Immediately Gets Up From her Seat, Slams her Table and Glares at the Heckler Behind her) ('SLAM') WHO SAID THAT!?

????: (Raises her Hand Nonchalantly) Uh. Right here, Little Miss Mayflower.

Daisy: (Starts Growling in Anger)

Chun-Li: (Facepalms Herself at a Familiar Looking Woman with a Dark Purple Dress and Long Hair) Oh God. Not you again.....

Samus: You know this girl, babe?

Chun-Li: (Turns to her Girlfriend) Remember when I told you there was this woman who started poking fun at me for being old at the café earlier, the same one I also told you that I have history with in the past?

Samus: Yeah.

Chun-Li: Well, that, believe it or not, is woman I was referring to: Juri Han.

Juri: (Grins Mischievous at Chun-Li) What's happening, grandma! (Gets Up From her Table and Makes her Way to the Trio) Trying to relive your youth here tonight?~

Chun-Li: (Glares at Juri) We're having ourselves our first double date for the evening, thank you.

Juri: (Starts Snickering) Really? Who would ever date your old ass?

Samus: (Glares at Juri as Well) Me. And unless you wanna know what plasma feels like, I suggest you keep your mouth, twerp.

Luigi: (Angrily and (Dizzily) Points at Juri in the Distance With the Microphone in his Hand) YEah! YoU leAvE ChuN-Li aLONE, you ('Hic') BULLY!

Juri: Oh God. He's wasted.

Luigi: Yeah. I'm wasted. And YOU lAdy are ('Hic') VeRy MeAN!!

Juri: (Rolls her Eyes) Gee, what gave that observation away, genius?

Luigi: YoUr FACE!

Juri: ..............I mean....(Shrugs) Okay?

Luigi: No, It's Okiee-DokIE, ThAnk yOu VEry muCh! (Grabs his Chin While Thinking) Now, where was I.....Oh YeAh! (Points at Juri Again) SToP being MeAn to my FriEnd CHun-Li! SHe's the preTtieSt, STroNgEst ('hic') WOman in the Whoooole WidE WoRLd and she should be ('hic') TReaTed as SuCh!!

Chun-Li's begins starts to melt by Luigi's as she happily place her hands on her chest while blushing.

Luigi: AnD SaMMy is DEFINITELY NoT the one to mEss with EiTheR! ShE's an AsS-kiCkiNG BOunTy HunTeEr who ('hic') blEw up like GaZILLION planets without tUrninG bAck ONCE!

Samus: Not the exact number of planets I've destroyed. (Smiles Brightly at Luigi While Blushing) But thanks, Weeg!~ You're actually making me blush right now.

Luigi: AnD Don'T yoU ('hic') DARE starT and mAkE fun oF mY priNcEss too! SHe's stroNG, BeaUtiFul, and TrEats me VeRY niCeLy OvEr the YeaRs and I loVe her a....(Spreads his Arms Open) WhoooooooLe much!~

Crowd: Awwwwwwww!~

Daisy: (Heart Begins to Melt in Pure Happiness as She Smiles Tearfully at her Man on Stage) I love you a whole lot too, Sweetie!~

Juri: (Scoffs While Rolling her Eyes Again) Of course he would fall for a second rate princess like you.

'Record Scratch'

Daisy: (Eyes Widened in Anger as She Slowly Turns her Head Back Towards Juri) I beg your pardon.

Juri: Are you deaf? You. Are. A. Second-Rate. Princess. And a pretty obnoxious one too. Like, the dumb blonde bimbo isn't any better, but at least she's a lot more popular than you ever was. Not even Bowser could be bothered to try and kidnap you.

Daisy: That's because I slapped his fatass across the moon once, what's your point!?

Juri: Look, I'm stating the facts here. (Walks Closer to Daisy) You're not shit, you're never gonna amount to shit, and the fact that you're dating that Player 2 loser over there-

Luigi: Heyyyyyyyyyyy!

Juri: -proves my point perfectly. (Flicks Daisy's Forehead With a Smug Look on her Face)

One of Daisy's eyes begins to twitch for a few seconds she decides to take a quick deep breath to calm herself down.

Daisy: So, that's what I am to you: A second rate princess.

Juri: I didn't stutter, did I?

Daisy: No, no. You didn't. But I do have a question for you though.

Juri: Which is......

Daisy: Can a Second Rate Princess do this!?

Without warning, Daisy delivers a right hook across Juri's jaw much to her and almost everyone in the bar's surprise.

Juri: (Places her Hand on her Cheek as She Winces in Brief Pain) Ah what the fuc-

Daisy let's out a battle cry roar before tackling Juri down to the ground pulverizing her in the process.

The crowd then rushes towards the two girls as they start chanting "Fight, Fight, Fight, Fight, Fight"

Samus: (Watches the Fight Unfold in Front of her and Chun-Li) Wellllll, that happened, surprise-surprise.

Chun-Li: Yeah, but it's nice to see Juri get taken down a peg for once.

Samus: Agreed. (Sighs While Stretching her Arms) Welp, I'm gonna try and stop our flower girl before this fight escalates even further. You mind getting Weeg off stage so we can hopefully get out of here together?

Chun-Li: (Simply Nodded) Not at all. (Makes her Way to the Stage) Weegie, it's time for us to go now.

Luigi: Do wE ('Hic') have to leave NoW? The figHt just GoT startEd.(Turns Back to the Crowd as He Cheers Daisy on) KiCk her aSs, sWeetiE! Go foR the EYeS!!

Daisy: (In the Distance) On it, honey!!

'SMACK'

Juri: ('ARGH') You BITCH!

Chun-Li: (Simply Nodded) I'm afraid so. You can barely stand normally right now.

Luigi: Oh PlEase! I ('Hic') can stand on my own ('Hic') (Starts Getting Dizzier) just F-FinE....

Luigi's about to trip down to the ground before Chun-Li swooping and catches him in her arms woth ease.

Chun-Li: I gotcha! Are you okay?

Luigi: YaYyyyyy!!~ (Reach his Hands Up in the Sky) YoU sAaaaaaved me!~ (Happily (And Drunkenly) Hugs Chun-Li) My hErO~

Chun-Li: (Giggles Softly) Awww~ There's no need to thank me, dear. Just making sure you're okay is all. Now come on. Let's get the girls and blow this popsicle stand.

Luigi: I like popsicles. Have yoU ('Hic') ever tried SeAsaLt IcE CrEam before?

Chun-Li: (Starts Walking Off the Stage With Luigi in her Arms) Why no I haven't. You guys should treat me to one sometime.

Juri: (In the Distance) I'LL HAVE MY REVENGEEEEE!

End of Flashback

Chun-Li: Then after that, you sung yourself to once we head back to the mansion and got you into bed.

Samus: And now we're currently banned from ever setting foot on that bar for a while.

Luigi: (Frowns a Bit Sadly) Aww....I like singing in there.

Daisy: (Gently Rubs the Top of Luigi's Head) I know you do, sweetie. But there's many other clubs around to go to besides that one, so it's not the end of the world completely.

Luigi: ('Sigh') Yeah, you're right about that. (Smiles Softly) I still had a great time with you girls. (Blushes While Scratching his Cheek a Little) Despite....me getting myself wasted and everything.....

Chun-Li: (Smiles Brightly at her New Friend) We had a great time with you too, Weegie. And thank you so much for making my birthday this year, the most memorable yet. (Leans Over and Kiss Luigi's Forehead)

Samus: (Place a Hand on Luigi's Shoulder With a Smile of her Own) We know we kept telling you this a million times by now, but we really do love you to pieces, Luigi, drunk or not.

Luigi: (Chuckles Lightly) Thanks, Sammy. I love you guys too.

Daisy: Group Hugs!~

The ladies and Luigi happily huddle in for theor group hug for the morning.

Tifa: (Happily Knocks the Door) Knock knock!~ Company's here~

Cloud: (Holds a Tray a Breakfast in his Hands as He Walks in Behind Tifa Along with King Dedede) With breakfast.

Dedede: And a whole ton of entertainment! (Picks Up the Remote From a Nearby Dresser and Turns on the Room's Television) On y'all's TV.

Luigi: (Smiles Brightly at the Trio) Good morning, you guys!

Daisy: Perfect timing! (Chucks a Pillow at Dedede)

'BAP'

Dedede: Girl, what the hell!?

Daisy: (Glares at the Former King) THAT'S for making my last name go public, fatso!

Dedede: (Glares Back at Daisy) How many times I gotta tell ya, girlie, I ain't fat! I'm big bo- ('BAP') (Gets Hit by Another Pillow)

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