#me waving my hands frantically in the air: it's about LOVE and wanting to be LOVED this is what twst is ABOUT --

[egophiliac]

You can’t pick Lilia for this. But who is your other favorite short character in Twst?

I like the angry little king boy 🌹

[earthtooz]

you're the only one that can tame diluc's anger. reader is called 'lady' but other than that no pronouns are mentioned, fluff, diluc being a softie in this, 1.2k wc.

your husband is notorious for being the stoic, level-headed character that he is. unperturbed by all things so long as mondstadt was safe and at peace, and when the city had someone as diligent as diluc protecting it, there was virtually nothing that ever made him falter. as much as you love and adore his rationality and straightforwardness, there was nothing that you hated more than his unwillingness to compromise in an argument.

his bullheadedness caused you to storm out of the manor, trek through the expansive fields of the winery in order to reach mondstadt. there, you calmed yourself down with a quick bite from good hunter before heading to the library because a quick rant to lisa would generally soothe the anger you felt. 

however, your original plans of returning to the winery changed when a book that was recently returned caught your eye. noticing your fleeting glance, the electro-user recommends it, detailing its popularity and captivating storyline.

when lisa feels so passionate about something, how could you not be curious? she rarely gets a sentence out without a yawn nowadays so to hear her speak animatedly about a book is bound to get your attention.

without a second thought, you postpone your plans of returning home and find a comfortable couch to sit on before reading.

you must have spent longer than planned, and a favonius soldier barging through the library doors indicates as such, whose expression so panicked you would have thought there was a hillichurl invasion. he takes a quick scan of the room and relief floods his posture when his eyes land on you.

“lady y/n, you must come with me this instant,” the soldier demands after a quick salute.

“what is the issue?” you ask, undeniably curious.

“master diluc is searching for you and i fear that he is very angry. not even barbara can calm him, some of flora’s flowers have been singed, and he might burn down monstadt next, please come with me before it’s too late!”

you know that the soldier is merely exaggerating because as long as you were in mondstadt, diluc would never dare harm the city. moreover, he would never dare lay a finger on the city he loves, but his anger is nothing to take lightly, and you understand the knight’s fear.

although, you really don’t want to meet your husband.

“fine, i suppose i can classify this matter as urgent,” you sigh. “lisa, could you please let me borrow this book? i’ll return it in two weeks.”

“not a problem dear. better run along now before your husband supposedly burns down the city,” the librarian waves her hand, beckoning you to go, so you do.

the knight leads you to the whereabouts of angel’s share and before you could even turn the corner, you hear a mix of kaeya and diluc’s voices.

“i don’t know where y/n is, which is why i have my knights running around to find-” exclaims the calvary captain, beginning to sound perplexed at his brother’s uncharacteristic display of irrationality and franticness. 

observing the scene, you see your husband right in kaeya’s face and suddenly you understand why the knight who brought you here was so frightened. the air had risen significantly in temperature and if you were a moment too late, he actually might have drawn out his claymore.

his red eyes glance behind the navy-haired to see you and in the blink of an eye, the red-haired pushes past the knights before storming down the street, right towards you. 

“where have you been?” diluc asks, stopping only two feet before you. the deep frown on his face is evident of his displeasure, but the concern swimming in his eyes tell you that you don’t need to be scared.

“i was reading in the library,” you gesture to the book you were holding. “enjoying a peaceful afternoon until i got word that you were creating a ruckus.”

the winery owner visibly relaxes, tension flooding from his shoulders whilst a gloved hand runs through his hair, causing his bangs to fall messily in front of his eyes. “let’s talk about this at home,” he states, tone returning to normal as he takes your book from your hand, his vacant hand finding yours. diluc’s grip is tight and unrelenting, leaving no room for you to slip away as he turns to apologise to the knights of favonius.

then, the two of you leave through the main gates. 

“are you still upset?” your husband asks and you squeeze his hand.

“a little,” you murmur before a small laugh escapes your lips, “but i wish you would have seen how terrified that knight was when he found me. it entertained me quite a bit, guess a thank you is in order for that.”

diluc doesn’t say anything but the guilt dripping from him is practically tangible, pooling around your feet and reminding you of the unpleasant argument you had earlier. as the sun begins to dip below the horizon and the sky turns a calming shade of orange, you realise just how long you spent away from him. no wonder why he was so frantic about finding you. 

“the next time you storm out of the winery, can you at least let me know where you are going?”

you laugh at his proposition, unsure of how to respond but he stops. you’re forced to stop too when his unwavering grip makes you turn and look in the ruby eyes that set ablaze in the gold of the setting sun. diluc’s beauty is truly undeniable, and it’s moment like these that make you feel a little jealous that he was graced with such a gift. 

“i’m serious, y/n, you worried me to end when you didn’t return after three hours. i thought something might have happened to you.” his gaze falls downward with his soft confession. “your safety is the most important thing to me, even when things between us are rocky, because- well, you know…”

your heart tightens and the step you take closer to him is instinctual, letting go of his hand to hold his face instead. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to worry you.”

“no, you have nothing to apologise for, it was my fault for being so unbearable in the first place,” the red-haired shakes his head, his hands finding a home on your waist. “i’m sorry too.”

“i forgive you,” you hover a kiss over his nose, causing it to scrunch at the sensation. when you lean back, the softness in his eyes and smile is unmatched and you’re grateful that you’re the only one with the luxury of seeing him as such. the only person he’s let into his kingdom of concrete walls is you, gifting you a more vulnerable side of him that the rest of the world has not seen in years. 

“i love you,” you murmur and diluc hums, tapping your waist three times in response. “oh but diluc, you must tell me how worried you were over me, i think i deserve to know.” 

the red-haired rolls his eyes before dragging you down the hilly path back home. you are perhaps the only one in mondstadt who could perplex him to no end, but that is just another testament of the love he holds for you. 

© EARTHTOOZ 2023, do not steal, translate, repost my fics and do not recommend my fics onto any other site.

[serpentandlily]

Untouchable VIII - Azriel x Reader

Untouchable - Azriel x Rhysand'sSister!Reader

Summary: For as long as you can remember, you have always had feelings for Azriel, your court’s spymaster. But after centuries of watching him pine after your own cousin, hoping he’d eventually move on, your wish came true. He moved on—with Elain, your brother’s mate’s sister. Unable to watch him fall in love with someone else again, you flee from Velaris, from him. But things are a lot more complicated than that—more complicated than you ever imagined.

Warnings: angst angst angst

a/n: Hey guys! Sorry I took so long to update this story. I got major writer's block for it :(( This chapter is short but I wanted to get something out to you guys. We're almost at the end though! One more part after this and then an epilogue <3 Thank you guys for all the kind words/support! I don't have a lot of free time so I'm shit at replying to your comments/asks but I promise I read them all and they make me so happy! Hope you enjoy!

➻❥ Part I ➻❥ Part II ➻❥ Part III ➻❥ Part IV ➻❥ Part V

➻❥ Part VI ➻❥ Part VII ➻❥ Part VIII ➻❥ Part IX ➻❥ Part X

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Part VIII

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You stumbled backwards, away from the evil sorcerer who was hovering above the lake. You frantically looked at Cedric. “Please, Cedric, what is this?”

He didn’t even look your way. You kept stumbling back until you knocked into the hard chest of one of the guards. He grabbed you by the upper arms, locking you in place despite your attempts to wiggle free.

“I brought you the girl,” Cedric said to Koschei. “Now it’s time to uphold your part of the deal.”

You twisted to look up at the guard. “Deal? What deal is he talking about?”

But the guard ignored you too. 

Koschei waved a dismissive hand at Cedric, his eyes still lingering on you as if you were the most fascinating thing he'd ever seen. "Yes, yes. You will have my support to overthrow your father."

"I need more than just your word," Cedric grumbled. "I'm not handing over the girl until you make a bargain with me." 

Koschei laughed under his breath. "You wish to make a bargain with me?" 

While the sorcerer's attention was elsewhere, you realized this might be your one and only chance to break free. 

You threw your cuffed arms up around the head of the guard holding you in place and bucked forward as hard as you could, effectively tossing him over you and onto the muddy ground. A move Azriel had taught you once. 

You ignored the shouts and yells as you darted off towards the wooded area that surrounded the lake. You couldn't winnow away, not while the faebane handcuffs were still on you. But maybe you could run and hide, buying yourself some time to think of an actual plan to escape. 

You darted into the trees, forcing yourself to run as fast as you could. The air was cold, making it hard to breathe but you pushed yourself forward. You could hear the pounding of feet running behind you. You chanced a glance over your shoulder to see the three guards chasing you but no Cedric or Koschei. 

One of the guards winnowed into the clearing in front of you, causing you to scream as you ran straight into him, knocking both of you on the ground. You rolled off him before he could grab you and winnow you away, pushing yourself to your feet. The guard snarled, getting off the ground faster than you considering his hands were free. 

"Don't you run," he growled at you. 

You took a step back. Another.

Rhysand! Help!

You screamed and screamed for your brother in your head, even though you knew he wouldn't be able to hear you from this distance. You were fucked. 

"My brother will come for you if you don't let me go," you hissed at the guards, keeping out of their reach. They were circling you like they were predators who had just found dinner. 

One of the guards scoffed. "With Koschei on our side, your brother won't be able to do anything to us."

"Koschei is offering his support to Cedric to kill the King," you shouted back. "Not to help Vallahan fight against the Night Court and its allies once my brother has realized what you've done!" 

That seemed to make the guards pause for a second, the three of them exchanging glances as if now just realizing how stupid the Prince's plan was. Mor knew you were going to visit Cedric. That's where they'd look for you first once they didn't hear from you. And you knew your brother would rain hellfire down on the Prince's territory to get you back. 

Suddenly a loud noise cracked in the air like two boulders smashing against each other, causing the ground to rumble. You fell, your legs collapsing, as three people winnowed into the clearing. You let out a cry of relief. Your brother stood in his fighting leathers, looking ready to murder with Cassian by his side. But it was Azriel who made you falter.

You had never seen him look as angry as he did now—it almost spiked fear in you despite knowing none of it was directed in your way. He looked feral, unhinged. 

The three guards around you were misted by your brother before you could even blink. Their blood rained down on you, still slightly warm. You gagged, rolling over and trying to push yourself to your feet.

“Y/N!”

You heard your brother shout but his warning came too late. 

You felt someone grab you by your hair, lifting you off the floor. You let out a cry of pain, your cuffed hands rising to grab the attacker by their wrist to get some of the pressure off your scalp. You were turned forward to face your brother and the two Illyrians just as the cold metal of a dagger was placed against your throat.

“Don’t move,” Cedric ordered and you realized it was him who had you in his grasp. 

“Get your hands off of her,” Azriel growled. It was dark and full of primal rage. You knew Cedric felt it by the way his body shuddered in response but he held his ground. 

“I don’t think so, shadowsinger,” Cedric hissed.

Azriel’s shadows poised around him like venomous snakes ready to attack. Your heart was pounding in your chest, your nerves on fire. But still, the pain of seeing Azriel fought its way through despite the dire circumstances. The image of him and Elain together was enough to almost fold you into Cedric’s embrace. 

Perhaps death would be a mercy compared to the anguish building in your chest. 

You focused on your brother instead. His violet eyes were hardened with rage, his entire body tense. “Let my sister go, you bastard, and I’ll consider making your death swift and painless.”

Cedric chuckled, his hand in your hair tightening causing you to whimper at the sharp pain. Azriel took a step forward at the noise but came to a halt, his eyes drifting to the area above your head. 

You felt it then, that dark presence. The foreboding. You knew Koshcei was in the clearing now. Could feel his horrid magic in the air. This was a powerful death god sorcerer and despite your brother being the most powerful High Lord, he was no match with a God. None of them would be. 

“Kill them,” Cedric demanded as he too realized Koschei was here.

But the death god did no such thing. Instead, you felt his darkness wrap around you, encompassing you into its hold. You let out a cry of fear, calling out for your brother. 

“The girl belongs to me now,” Koschei said. “Leave and never return or I will do more than just keep her as a little pet.”

“Why do you want her?” Rhysand switched into his diplomatic role, realizing a fight would not be won here today. “Whatever you need her for, I’m certain I can do it all the same. Better, even.” 

He was…He was offering himself over to the sorcerer in place of you?

“No, Rhys,” you cried out. “Just go!”

But you were ignored. 

“Unfortunately,” Koschei drawled. “I do not have a taste for males otherwise I would take you up on your offer. But your sister will do just fine. There is nothing you can give me for her. I don’t think you even realized what a prize she was—what sort of power she holds.” 

“Anything,” Rhys begged. “Please, I will give you anything. You want my armies, you can have them. You want my court, take it! Just give her back. Please.”  

You couldn’t believe the words coming from his mouth. Rhys would never give up his power, would never give away his court and his people. But here he was, offering up all he had for you. You had caused this. You had made the mistake of running away to Cedric. This was all your fault.

“Get him out of here!” you shouted to Cassian and Azriel. 

All you could think about was your brother’s lovesick bargain with Feyre, of his death leading to hers, of Nyx left with no parents. No…Rhys needed to get out of here before things got worse. You tried to convey your thoughts to the other two Illyrians with a single look. Cassian gave you a dip of the head in understanding, evidently having the same thoughts.

Azriel wouldn’t look at you, his rage filled eyes focused on the sorcerer that held you. 

“Anything,” Rhys pleaded again, surging forward. But Cassian gripped him by the shoulders, holding him back. “I’ll give you anything.”

Your eyes darted between the three of them. At Cassian’s look of despair and uncertainty, Rhy’s pleading face and Azriel….Azriel who was shrouded in his shadows, who circled him in a frenzy—his eyes darkened, his lips twisted in a snarl. He took another step forward. 

“Let her go,” he growled. You swore the birds in the clearing took off fluttering, as if they knew the sort of darkness that was coming. But Koschei let out a small noise of understanding before he chuckled—an awful noise. 

“What an interesting turn of events,” Koschei purred, his grip on you tightening. 

“Kill them,” Cedric hissed, slight panic in his eyes. If Koschei left him behind, you knew your brother would tear him to pieces. 

Koschei chuckled again, as if realizing the same thing. In the end, he would get what he wanted without having to follow through on his half of the bargain, not if Cedric was dead. 

“Say goodbye to your brother,” Koschei laughed in your ear. “And your lover and friend. You’ll never see them again.” 

“I’m sorry, Rhys,” you cried. “I’m so, so sorry.” 

Rhys fell to his knees, Cassian still holding him back with his lips pressed in a thin line. You felt Koschei’s shadows wrapping you up, spreading up your legs. Time was running out. Azriel stepped closer with another growl.

“I will kill you for this,” he promised, his eyes shifting from Cedric to the sorcerer. “Let her go!”

Your voice caught in your throat. All the words you wished to say to him with it. You loved him, still, even after knowing these past few months had all been a lie. Your heart was broken, stomped on, discarded by the only one you had ever given it to—but you loved him. You always would. 

He finally looked at you, his hazel eyes so full of rage but you saw it then, the fear. 

“Take me,” Azriel shouted. “Take me instead!”

Koschei laughed again. “Oh, but it is much more fun this way, shadowsinger.” 

His shadows spread over your torso, up your neck, nearly choking you. Tears ran down your face; you were gasping for air. You took one more look at Azriel. One more look at the male you loved with all your heart. One last look because you knew you’d never see him again.

Azriel met your gaze—fear and anguish written all over his face. And just as the shadows began to darken your vision, something snapped into place. Something gold and bright. A thread that extended from your chest and speared right into the shadowsinger. A mating bond. 

Azriel’s grip his chest, his eyes wide, as he stumbled back a step. You watched him realize it at the same time as you. Something burned on your hip and you realized you were feeling Azriel’s bargain tattoo dissipating. He screamed your name as Koschei laughed one more time, swallowing you in his shadows.

Azriel’s pained roar shook the trees of the forest around them and echoed all the way to the small cabin on the lake, where you were thrown to the hard flooring, still shackled and trembling. 

Koschei stood over you, his face a painted picture of glee and lust. He tsked, circling around your weeping form. Your thoughts were filled with Azriel. With your mate. You could feel his horror, his rage, his anguish, all through the bond. 

“Did you know,” Koschei purred, “that Cedric and his family are quite exceptional at illusions? The magic runs in their family.”

You were crying, panting—barely able to hear his words. 

“No, I suppose you didn’t,” Koschei laughed. “Those images of you walking in on your mate with that little fawn were never real, my dear. You fell for Cedric’s tricks and now you’re here. You’ll never see your mate again.”

Those images of you walking in on your mate with that little fawn were never real, my dear.

You hunched over, falling limp against the floor as sobs racked your body. You had lost everything, everything, tricked by that stupid Prince. You couldn’t breath, couldn’t think, couldn’t feel anything except the crushing weight of your despair.

 And all you could hear were those final words. 

Over and over and over again.

You’ll never see your mate again.

You’ll never see your mate again.

You’ll never see your mate again.

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[notsosweetchan]

˚ʚ♡ɞ Against the wall ˚ʚ♡ɞ

Warning: Twitter prn link-Smut

Paring: | Changbin x Reader |

Imagine : You feel completely helpless in Changbin's hold, your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms around his neck as he pins you against the wall. He kisses you deeply, his tongue tangling with yours as he growls into the kiss.

His free hand slides down to grope roughly between your legs, pushing two fingers inside you as he thrusts his hips harder against you. You gasp into the kiss, feeling overwhelmed by the sensations.

The rough wall presses against your back, leaving bruises on your skin as he fucks you harder. Changbin doesn't seem to care about being gentle; he's rough and forceful, grunting with each thrust as he takes what he wants from you.

You can hear the smacking sound of their skin hitting together as he moves faster and faster, your moans filling the room. The taste of his mouth is intoxicating, and you can't help but cling to him more tightly as pleasure washes over you.

You arch your back, pressing your body further into his, desperate for more contact as he bites down on your lower lip hard enough to sting. It only heightens the intensity of the moment for you as he continues to thrust into you relentlessly. “Oh my god...” you moan out, unable to form coherent thoughts as you lose yourself in the sensation.

Suddenly, Changbin pulls away from the wall and spins you around so that you're now pinned against it with him standing between your legs. He grinds his hips against your ass cheeks, his erection still inside you as he growls low in his throat.

His other hand finds its way to your breast, massaging and pinching the nipple while he thrusts shallowly. You can feel his hot breath against your neck as he whispers, "You're so fucking tight," into your ear. "Fuck, I love how much you take me." His hips start moving again, this time in a slower rhythm that sends waves of pleasure through you.

Your head is spinning from the combination of his rough handling yet tender words. You squeeze your eyes shut, gripping onto him tighter as he continues to move within you. The friction between our skin feels unbearably good as he moves faster again, slamming into you with a roughness that makes you cry out in delight mixed with pain.

His hips snap against yours in perfect sync with each powerful stroke; it feels like a dance of dominance and desire.

"Changbin baby," you whimper, arching your back again. "Please..."He stops moving suddenly, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in with a force that makes you gasp. "Say it," he pants. His hand moves to squeeze one of your buttcheeks roughly, leaving a red handprint on the white fabric of your panties. "Say you're mine."

"Yours," you pant out, feeling completely possessed by him.

His hips begin to move again, faster and harder than before as he chases his own orgasm. The noises you make are filled with need and lust as his movements grow more frantic against you. You can feel him getting closer, ready to release inside you.

The heady scent of his desire filling the air as he growls low in pleasure. Finally, he comes with a loud cry, hips bucking violently as he spurts deep within you.

Changbin's weight presses down on you heavily as he pants into your neck, his warm seed filling you up completely. It's intense and overwhelming, every muscle in his body trembling from exertion. He finally pulls out of you slowly, leaving your body feeling empty but wanting more as he kisses your neck softly.

"Fuck," he breathes against your skin, still pinning you against the wall. “You're so fucking additive.”

Gradually, he lowers you down to the floor, covering you with his body as they both catch their breaths. “I love how you belong to me.”

[hinasakuino]

Jean can fuck! I’m sorry this is for my extremely depraved girlies! And self indulgent because Jean brainrot occurs nonstop! NSFW below the cut.

Warnings: nsfw 18+, some dirty talk,mentions of nipple play, finger fucking, pussy eating, doggy, missionary.

I imagine he’s an attentive lover, he makes sure he’s kissed every inch of exposed skin before fully undressing you. He loves staring at you, even if you squirm under his gaze, jutting your hips in the air, clenching on nothing as you try to get him to touch you wordlessly. It strokes his ego big time when he’s got you speechless and whimpering for him. Which is why he always gives you what you want. He hates teasing you because he enjoys watching the way you give into pleasure. He’s very big into foreplay, loves kissing big time(!!!) Early into the relationship he’d feel just a little embarrassed everytime you guys made out, always shoving you away quickly to hide his raging hard on. You liked this, teasing him about it until he has you pinned and gasping, his hand wrapped around your throat as he kisses you, grinding into you so frantically you’re not sure which one of you might come first. He loves playing with your tits especially when you’re on top facing him. He loves getting you worked up like this, you’re so responsive to his touch, cradling his head and holding him closer as you grind down in his lap. Ohhhhh!! Mans also eats for his pleasure. He loves playing with your pussy with you in his lap but he goes crazy pleasing you the most with his mouth. You get so wet when he laps at your clit, his warm tongue curling around your bud sends tidal waves of pleasure through you, you’re quick to put your hands in his hair, pulling and tugging when he’s got you close. It works you up even more when you see him rutting into the mattress because he really gets off to you getting off.

Oh! And he talks you through it! So filthy with it too!

When he plays with your pussy with you spread in his lap, he likes to leave open mouth kisses down your neck, sucking softly at your sweet spots, chuckling when you press more on his fingers. “Look at you dirty girl,” He’d say smirking when you shake your head no but your pussy throbs, squeezing onto him.

“Cmon I can feel you getting ready to cum for me,” He ruts against you, cock painfully hard as you moan loudly, grasping his bicep, your hips wiggling wildly.

“I can’t baby,”You warn, taking a deep breath, he spreads your legs wider, fingers pumping in and out and with his other hand rubbing your clit in quick precise circles.

“One more big one baby, come on do this for daddy,” he bites into your shoulder. It's harsh but that quickly is replaced by his tongue, hot and warm as he licks where he just bit. And it rips an orgasm through you. Sendings your eyes rolling with his name coming out in quick pants as you make a mess on him.

“That’s it baby, give it to me, I wanna see how dirty I can get you,” He huffs, breath hot as he continues finger fucking you through your orgasm.

He absolutely loves when you come on his dick. He likes having you doggy, back arched, arms restricted and pussy on full display. He doesn’t like to tie you up but he does like using his strength on you, placing your arms behind your back as he fucks you, or have you fuck back onto him. He loves it when you’re so cock drunk you let him use you, rolling your hips back and forth onto himself, groaning at the way your walls mold to his length.

When he cums, it’s a lot. I want to believe he’s a moaner, but I also imagine him as the type of guy who relishes in the feeling of his orgasm so he’s always mumbling incoherently, sweet words pouring from his mouth saying how good you make him feel. If you’re fucking in missionary, he cums quicker because he absolutely can’t tear his eyes away from your needy ones. He watches where you’re both joined, your pussy sucking him back in your fingers rub quick needy circles on your clit and it pushes him over the edge, grunting out a small “oh fuck, I’m cumming”, before spilling inside you.. At the start of the relationship he always made sure to pull out and would jerk off into his hand until one day you positioned yourself in front of him, doe-eyed and wanting. Mouth open and inviting and he cums almost instantly all over your face (it’s so much and he immediately feels bad), the image is burned into his brain and he stores it away in the spank bank whenever you two are apart.

He’s big on aftercare, will clean you up, and ask if you need anything before cuddling the absolute shit out of you. He’s not clingy but he loves the skin to skin contact, and the way you fit perfectly into him. He’s not a talker afterwards but neither are you, so you both either fall asleep after five minutes or he watches with you as you scroll through videos on your phone.

[inuyashaluver]

hiii, would you be able to do one where it’s leah’s first game back but then reader tears her acl in the same game? don’t worry if you can’t, love your worksss 🤩🤩

swap - leah williamson

leah williamson x reader

description: in which your girlfriend finally comes back on the pitch right as you exit

warnings: angst - mentions of injury and numerous tears, it’s a long one

a/n: hiiii! thanks for the love and support, also thank you for the request, enjoy!!!!

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everyone in the woso community knew that you and your girlfriend, leah were each other’s biggest fans. you and leah grew up together in milton keynes, your families were family friends and the both of you were always around each other's houses. as the time progressed, you grew romantic feelings for one another and followed each other everywhere.

you knew each other like the back of your hands, willing to do anything and everything for each other without even a question.

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you were the first one there when leah went down with her acl, you had just been subbed on for arsenal, leah had the ball, about to pass the ball to you when she suddenly does down, hand waving in the air. you sprint over to her, placing a hand on her back. “baby” you say tearfully, she lets out a pained groan in response.

tears were frantically running down your cheeks, you gently roll her to rest her head on your thighs as you hold her to you tightly. you call for the medics, a few of your national teammates hanging around the both of you to see if their captain and teammate was okay. you cradle her head to your stomach, “baby, it’s okay” she grabs your hand around her head, squeezing it gently in attempts to reassure you but her glossy eyes just made you cry harder.

you couldn’t stand to see her hurt, it felt as though you got hurt more. the medics were assessing her and wordlessly, the both of you knew it was her acl. they brought out the stretcher and you clutch her hand tightly, she looks up at you with a pained smile, “help me up, my love?” you nod at her, tears never ceasing. you wrap her arm around your shoulder, supporting most of her weight.

you were about to ask if both of you could get subbed off but leah stops you, already knowing what you were thinking. “baby” she starts, taking her arm of your shoulder and making you stand in front of her, she grabs your face between her hands and forces your eyes to look into hers. “you are staying on” her stern face on full display now. “baby, no, i need to be with you” you plead, but she just shakes her head gently at you.

she closes her eyes and lets in a sharp inhale. “(y/n)” you pout at her, she never calls you that unless you were in trouble. “you’re playing and you’re going to play like my little superstar that you are.” her eyes stare straight into yours, you shake your head at her but she uses her hands to make your head move in a nodding motion. “please, baby” you whimper, a singular tear rolls down her cheek at your tear stained face.

“baby, i’ll sit right here and watch you, okay? i’m not going anywhere, score me a goal, hm?” she winks at you, placing a gentle kiss on your lips before turning you around, pushing you towards the pitch. she turns away from you, ready to be subbed off, limping towards the bench when she feels two arms wrap around her from the back, arms she knew like her own.

you give her a tight squeeze, pressing a kiss between her shoulder blades before reluctantly letting go. “i love you” you rush out, high on adrenaline and wanting to make your girlfriend proud. “i love you” she turns towards you with a soft smile, nodding at you to tell you she was alright. you knew the both of you would be having tearful cuddles later on.

she gets subbed off and it’s almost as though a switch goes off in you, your facial expressions were anything from your usual soft ones, you were pissed. you play better than you ever have, scoring not one but two goals. after each one, you’d point at leah, your girlfriend smiling at you brightly every time. as soon as the final whistle blew, you rushed around and told everyone “good game” before running towards your girlfriend.

as soon as she sees you nearing her, she grins, pulling you close to her chest and hugging you tightly, giggling when you hold her tightly as if she was going to disappear. “my girl, my superstar” she coos, you tears fall again, your strong facade completely falling when you see your girlfriend’s wrapped and iced knee.

you let out a small sob and hold onto her tightly, everyone looks at the both of you worriedly but she waves them all off. she wanted nothing more than to lift you up and take you out of here but just couldn’t. she holds you tighter, “leah, i’m so sorry” you can’t stop crying, “baby, no” she says softly in your ear, “it’s okay” she comfortingly runs her hands in circles on your jersey.

you shake your head at her, “no, it’s not okay” you look up at her, tears falling. she moves to kiss your tears away, making you slightly smile. “let's go home and cry there, please” she smiles, nudging her head towards the change rooms. you help her dress in her jacket, giving her loving kisses and whispering sweet nothings in her ear. you help her to the car, putting on her seatbelt for her and giving her numerous kisses on her lips for comfort, grinning into them when she tries to deepen it.

you drive home this time, her scowl going unmissed as you drive. “now why did you go this way?” she groans,

“leah” you say sternly, she throws you a glare at her first name, looking out of the window angrily, you place your hand on her thigh, and she immediately holds onto the top of it, you can’t help but let out a smile at her fake anger.

you took leah to surgery, holding her hand tightly and staying strong for her, trying incredibly hard not to cry when you see her in the hospital gown. you try to ease her worries. “hey” you whisper at her, she looks over at you expectantly, “you look really hot, even in this” she smirks at you, gesturing you to come closer with her finger to place a kiss on your lips. “you’re cheeky, my girl”

you took her to physio, held her when she cried, made her laugh, you were there for her and she loved you more than life. she made sure to come to every game to support you and her team, insisting on wearing your jersey every match, claiming it would give you good luck.

she was so grateful for you taking care of her, and she made sure to tell you everyday, claiming that she would do it for you. if only you knew how hard you jinxed yourself.

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leah had finally recovered, you were so proud when she started running again, you cried and recorded her when she ran on the treadmill for the first time, looking at her with so much love and adoration, she could’ve cried.

it was the day the both of you had been waiting for, your girl was coming back on the pitch. she was so nervously excited, she would randomly squeeze you throughout the day just to calm her down. she was sitting in her cubby next to you, her knee bouncing uncontrollably. you kick her legs apart and stand between them, her hands quickly gripping your hips and pulling you closer.

she nuzzles her head into your stomach, grinning when you slightly tense at her contact. she moves to rest her chin on your torso to look up at you. “i’m so proud of you, baby” you say, smiling brightly at her, placing a hand on her cheek and running your thumb over the skin. “i’m proud of you, my girl” she moves her head to place a quick kiss just below your chest, pulling you closer into her.

the team gets called to go to the tunnels, leah stands up, still holding onto you tightly. you look up at the taller girl with a lovesick grin, she moves forward to place a kiss on your lips, the both of you moving completely in sync. you feel another pair of arms moving around you, ripping you from leah, hearing immediate protests coming from your girlfriend’s mouth. you were lifted in the air, hearing the laugh of none other than katie.

“lock lips later! we’ve got a comeback for this one and a game to win” she points at leah, still holding you in her arms. leah moves forward, holding her arms out at katie and she passes you over to your girlfriend. “what am i? a doll?” you exclaim as you were passed over. leah giggles at you lovingly, placing you on the ground, pulling you towards the tunnel but not without a bunch of kisses placed onto your cheeks.

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leah wasn’t starting, she was going to get subbed on and that was a promise, she was playing even better than before and she needed to get played. leah gives you another quick kiss on the lips, going to move from you but you pull her back by her hand and place numerous little kisses on her lips, she hums and holds you closer, loving when you took charge.

“good luck, my love” you whisper on her lips, she places another quick kiss on your lips, “you too, baby” she turns from you and you quickly smack her backside, laughing when she doesn’t turn, she just shakes her head at you with a small laugh.

it was about 30 minutes into the match when you heard the roar of the crowd, you look over to see your girlfriend lightly jumping in place waiting to get subbed on. the whistle signals for her to come on and she makes her way over to you, throwing you a quick wink and high fiving you while she moves past you. you smile so brightly at her, her returning your grin. arsenal was in the lead by 2-1, you and leah were playing exceptionally well.

half time ensues and you run over to leah, giving her a tight hug, giggling as she quickly lifts you up and swings you side to side. she places you back on the ground with a bright smile. “you’re back” you say proudly, “i’m back” she nods, pulling you into another tight embrace.

there was a quick team talk during half time, you sitting on leah’s lap, both of you listening intently. she rests her head on your shoulder, pulling you closer every couple of seconds. she places multiple kisses on the back of your neck when the talk is over, you gently run your nails over her arms and she melts into you, both of you lightly chatting until it was time to go out again. she holds your hand the entire time, only letting go when she walks you to your position, giving you a quick kiss on the side of your head before moving to her own.

the whistle blows and the play starts, leah gains possession and passes to you, you run forward, attempting to dribble around your marker until you hear it. a pop. you went down. you immediately let out a pained sob, clutching your knee and staying still on the floor. leah’s eyes widen in fear, pushing people away from you and she sits behind you, holding you close to her chest. “baby” she breathes out and you get deja vu.

she holds you close to her, crying. “leah, it popped” you sob, leaning into her touch for comfort. she tenses against you, clutching onto your jersey. “i’m so sorry, baby, i’m so sorry.” you can feel her tears landing on your shoulder. you grab her hand and squeeze it tightly as the medics assess you. they look at you, full of sympathy but all you can focus on is leah crying.

“lovey, don’t cry” you plead, moving your head to face her. she shakes her head at you, “why are you worrying about me, silly” she cries harder, you move your hand up to wipe the tears on her cheek, smiling at her softly. “i’ll be okay, my love, we’ve done this before, hm?” you make direct eye contact with her, only wanting to make sure she was okay in this moment. “you don’t deserve this” she sniffed and you let out a tear, “neither did you” you pout up at her, she places a loving kiss on your forehead.

the medics need to take you off, leah immediately lifts you bridal style and sits you on the bench. you could tell leah was about to ask to get subbed off as well “please keep playing, baby, don’t let me ruin this for you.” you plead as she wordlessly wraps you up in her abandoned jacket on the bench. she kneels down in front of you, hands on both of your thighs, looking at you tearfully, “you would never ruin this for me, i’m going to take care of you, baby” you nod at her sadly, clutching her hands resting on you.

leah gives you a quick kiss, both of you exchanging a quick “i love you” to each other before she runs back on the pitch. your knee gets wrapped and iced, you refuse to go inside, wanting to support and watch your girlfriend. you watch on proudly as she plays, honestly playing better than you’ve ever seen. all leah could focus on was you, your tears that stained your cheeks, you clutching your knee in pain. she was doing this for you and only you.

the final whistle blew and she immediately bounded over to you with a sad smile. you smile at her so brightly, forgetting about your knee, going to stand up but immediately stopping at the stern expression of your girlfriend. she lifts you up from your seat, holding you in her arms, trying extremely hard not to cry.

“i’m so proud of you, baby, you’re back, beautiful” you smile up at her, giving her a loving kiss on her cheek. “let’s get you home, gorgeous” she says, giving you a pained smile, you nod at her comfortingly, both of you were distraught and you could both tell, just looking into each other’s eyes said everything and more.

the girls walk past you, giving you words of encouragement and comfort. leah holds you close to her, taking you back to the changing room swiftly.

she helps you into the car and drives you home, hand never leaving yours. she held you close that night, crying with you and comforting you.

“i’m so sorry” she breathes out shakily, you shake your head at her, holding her face between your hands, “this is not your fault at all” you start, staring into her eyes, “you have been so wonderful, i wouldn’t want anyone else here with me right now” she lets out more tears, you couldn’t help but let out a few of your own.

“i’d do anything for you” she sniffed, you hold her tightly, “i would too, lovey” you look at each other in the eyes tearfully, a promise that you would always be there for each other.

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about two days later, you had surgery and you were freaking out. leah knew this process all to well and got you ready, attempting to ease your nerves with numerous kisses and hugs - the girl only making you more nervous.

“you’ll be okay, my girl” she assures you, holding your hand until it was time for surgery. “i’ll be right here when it’s over to take care of you” you smile at her softly, puckering your lips up for a kiss, she grins at you and happily obliges before you get pulled for surgery.

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as soon as you got home with leah, you cry, hard. leah knew how this felt, the frustration of not being able to do what you loved. she holds you incredibly close as she whispers sweet words into your ear, supporting them with loving kisses to your cheek. her tears threatened to fall, but she stays strong for you.

she took care of you diligently like you did for her. taking you to physio, comforting you, just being perfect. you got a taste of wag life, going to every game wearing leah’s jersey, cheering for her loudly. she played for you, pushing herself to make you proud of her, even though you were always proud of her.

after each game, she comes to you quickly, helping you come down from the stands and carrying you to the change rooms, even after your numerous protests with your crutches but she refuses, wanting to show you her appreciation and love.

“my baby, you’re so amazing” you grin at her lazily as she hoists you into her arms. when you make it to the changerooms, the girls tease you and leah for being so in love but leah just smiles brighter, giving you kisses after each tease, laughing at your teammate’s fake expressions of grimace. both of you truly loved each other so much, it was so lovely to see. you and leah would do anything and everything for each other, willing to risk it all.

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just pretend it’s you - ily lia!!!

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Reader drunk calling Spencer to pick her up from girls night and the entire way home she keeps hitting on him and trying to seduce him but they just started sleeping together snd he’s a consent king so he keeps saying no even tho it’s getting harder and harder to resist and eventually she starts crying and he’s like “what’s wrong? Did you hurt yourself?” And she is sobbing going “my boyfriend my super sexy amazing boyfriend doesn’t think I’m hot” and he’s frantically shaking his head while blushing bc she called him sexy and she’s like “if I’m so hot why won’t you sleep with me? Do you think sex with me is bad?”

All you want to do is talk to Spencer. Honestly, it's slightly pathetic, and you'd be calling Penelope, JJ, or Emily whipped if all they could talk about was their boyfriend.

Still, Spencer isn't like anyone else.

He picks up within two rings. "Y/n, what's wrong?" The panic in his voice is typical for someone with your jobs.

"Nothing, nothing." You assure his worries, running a hand through your hair. "Sorry for calling so late."

"Or early." He laughs slightly. "Aren't you meant to be out with the girls?"

"Yeah, we went back to Penelope's." You inform him, shuffling on your feet on the balcony. The cool DC air feels good on your warm skin. "I just- I wanted to talk to you."

You can almost hear the smile on his face. "Do you want me to come get you?" He offers.

"I was about to call an Uber home." You inform him.

Spencer's already climbing out of bed, grabbing his glasses from the side table since he's not going to waste time putting contacts in. "No, don't." He tells you while he rustles around, jumping into some pants so he doesn't end up in front of his colleagues in his underwear before grabbing his keys and wallet and slipping into some shoes. "I'm coming to get you. You can't get an Uber this late."

He knows you can kick ass, and you know he knows, but you appreciate how much he cares and wants to keep you out of potential danger. "Okay, thank you." You say before hanging up.

Thanks to the clear roads, he's there in seven minutes, and you quickly say goodbye to the girls once you see his car on the street, not worried about their teasing.

Spencer gets out of the car, waving up at Penelope's window and helping you into the car. It's good that he does because you're so drunk you can't walk properly. "You okay?" He asks. "I brought water." He nods to the bottle in the cupholder.

"You're the best." You tell him, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek. "Love it when you wear your glasses, you know?" You ask rhetorically, sliding your hand onto his knee. "You look so hot."

He shakes his head. "Y/n." He warns.

"What, baby?" You ask, experimentally moving your hand further up. "You deserve a proper thank you for being so valiant."

"Words are enough." He assures you, keeping his eyes fixed on the road as he moves your hand up to kiss the back of it. "Want me to drive you to your place?" He offers, although he's taking the correct turns to get to his place.

You shake your head quickly. "No, please, I want to sleep with you." You say, hoping he catches the double entendre.

He just nods, driving back to his place while you sit there in silence.

You're determined to get what you want, and your efforts don't stop when you get into his apartment. He grants you a quick kiss that you quickly deepen.

Spencer pulls away. "You taste like rum... white rum."

"Mm, good spot." You compliment him, running your hand down his chest. Spencer pulls back when you go to kiss him again. "What? You drink mojitos."

"Baby, you're drunk." He reminds you.

"And hot for you." You add, pressing your hips to his. He's not hard at all, but you're not going to let your momentary disappointment take over. "Come on, Spence. I want to have sex."

He cups your cheeks, shaking his head. "I can't do it." He tells you.

You bite down on your lip to avoid crying, but you desperately want to be out of his gaze. Never has anyone rejected you, let alone Spencer, who has always been eager to have sex with you. "I need to use to bathroom."

"I'll bring you some water." He tells you, moving away and letting you scurry away.

You cry as soon as you're behind closed doors. It would be stupid, but you've had enough to drink that the smallest thing feels like it could set you over the edge, and Spencer rejecting you is the worst ending to your night.

After a few minutes, Spencer taps on the door. "Hey, are you alright?"

"Mhm." You answer through sobs.

"Y/n, please, I can hear you crying." He begs, sounding sad himself, and you hate that you made him feel like that. "Talk to me. I can help."

Quickly, you feel angry, throwing the door open and meeting your boyfriend's soft eyes. "You can help? How could you possibly fix that you're not attracted to me?" You ask him, furious tears still spilling out of your eyes.

Somehow, his face softens more. "What, baby? What made you think that?" He asks.

"You can't have sex with me because you don't think I'm hot anymore." You complain. "And you're so hot, and now that you're not attracted to me, this will never work."

Spencer pulls you over to sit on the edge of the bed before sitting next to you. "I think you're the most gorgeous person in the world." He assures you. "You're beautiful, pretty, sexy, cute, and, of course, hot. I said I can't have sex with you because I can't, not because you've done anything wrong or because I don't find you incredibly attractive." He reminds you. "You've had enough white rum that I can taste it, and it wouldn't be right for me to have sex with you because you can't consent."

"Oh." You say, blush filling your cheek at being so wrong.

"Hey, hey, don't do that." He says softly. "Don't be embarrassed."

You sigh. "You're so sweet, you know?"

"It's the bare minimum." He reminds you. "Do you want to sleep?"

You nod. "Please... and there will be sex in the future when I'm sober."

He laughs at you, kissing you on the lips. "I'll eagerly await it."

[melonminnie]

HI HI <3

I'M SORRY FOR REQUESTING ALOT BUT PLS TAKE UR TIME IN DOING ANY OF MY REQUESTS <3

SO CAN U PLS DO YANDERE AQUAMARINE X READER WHERE READER WAS HIS WIFE IN HIS PAST LIFE AND GOT KILLED BY AI STALKER BCS SHE WAS CLOSE TO AI WHEN SHE WAS A PATIENT OF AQUAMARINE , BUT WHEN SHE WOKE UP SHE FOUND HERSELF AS AN ACTORS DAUGHTER , SO SHE MET AQUA WHEN AI WAS ACTING IN A FILM BCS HER MOTHER WAS ACTING IN THE SAME FILM SO THEY KNEW EACH OTHER IMMEDIATELY , BUT BCS HE WENT THROUGH HER DEATH IN HIS PAST LIFE HE BECAME SO PROTECTIVE OF HER AND IT BECAME WORSE AFTER AI DEATH

THAT'S ALL, LOVE YA<3

Well go ahead - Yan! Aqua x fem reader

- I read the entire manga for this enjoy!! (Ps you don’t annoy me you make me rlly happy when I see my inbox <3)

“Sarina your legs are giving out you don’t need to practice this much” the woman sighed in disbelief staring at the 12 year old girl.

In return Sarina glared at y/n, “I can try though! I’m getting better promise!” She replied pumping one of her fists into the air.

Y/n gazed towards her trembling legs in worry, “You really should overwork yourself” she sighed once again in disbelief walking forward to hold the girl up right.

“B-but I didn’t even fall this time! I could go on for longer” she interjected, “Sarina your body clearly can’t handle this your legs are giving out!” She pointed walking her to her room.

“Sense I would’ve understood” she pouted, “How about I get you pudding would that make you feel better?” The woman tried lightening up the mood after placing the girl in her bed.

“Really! You’d do that for me?” She questioned beaming this time, “Of course just don’t move out of your room I’ll call goro to stay with you” The woman replied standing up before grabbing her phone to dial her husbands number.

“He should arrive soon okay? I’ll be back before you know it!” She winked with a smile before leaving the room.

“Y/n!” Goro came rushing in, “What’s this about me needing to look after the patient I was on my lunch-”

“I promised her I’d buy her pudding plus you’d do it for your wife right?” She smiled leaving.

After a few weeks the girl ended passing away due to her illness, it was expected.

but what wasn’t expected?, your husband Turing into a complete idol fan after her passing.

“Ahh ai is so cute right y/n~” he gushed staring at the small tv screen, “Mhm I guess so you have a patient coming in soon so act professional please” the woman begged her husband, he’d already screwed up a million times by watching said idol in their room.

Or he’d completely go overboard and talk about ai instead of what was wrong with the patient.

“Promise” he complied Turing off the tv, “Want anything from the convenience store?” She asked quickly, “Soda” he replied walking out of the room with her.

When y/n returned, The shock was written all across her face at the person infront of her, it was no other than hoshino Ai.

the 16 year old idol that her husband has taken a liking too ever sense sarina has died. As quickly as she was shocked she smiled at the idol.

“Hello!ma'am” she greeted closing the door behind her as she smiled, “Oh hello” she smiled waving her hand her star like eyes shining brightly.

After they were finished, your husband practically leaped out of his chair and went into a frantic panic, “Y/n you saw her right! That’s Ai right right?” He questioned as if he was out of his mind.

“Mhm that is now here’s your drink I’m going to go have my lunch break” she muttered leaving the room. “Hello!” The purple head greeted from the side, “Oh Ai is something wrong” y/n questioned the girl.

“No I was just wondering..” she fidgeted with her arms for a while, “I figured out your married to goro sense I correct?” She hesitated, “yes I am!” She answered.

“And sense the two of you are married and probably have a kid or two was your pregnancy difficult?” She questioned smiling.

For a minute or two there was silence, y/n for the first time in a while was speechless, “Ai.. I’m really sorry but I don’t have any kids” she replied awkwardly.

The idols face quickly turned red, “I’m sorry for assuming!!” She apologized, “It’s okay..” Y/n stared into space, “How long have you and sensei been married?” She questioned.

“2 years” she muttered, “Oooohhh” the 16 year old said.

After a day or two, Ai seemed to adapt to the atmosphere quickly often hanging around you or your husband.

“Goro! I’m going to store need anything?” Y/n hummed, “Soda” he mumbled loud enough for her to hear, “typical.” She thought walking off.

After 5 minutes or so she exited the store with a bag of food.

“Excuse me miss” Someone called out to her she turned her head towards the voice, meeting a young man who’s features weren’t seen.

“Yes?” She questioned in confusion, “do you know where the hospital is?” He questioned, “Ah yes it just around the corner” she pointed.

“I’m bad with directions..can you lead me there?” He questioned once more, for a minute the woman hesitated, it was night time there wasn’t anyone around only the two of them.

“S-sure” she replied a drop of sweat falling down her face, Y/n lead the mysterious man to the hospital.

“Here there it i-” The boy covered the woman’s mouth with cloth a dagger aligned with her chest, as he dragged her body to the forest.

“This is what you get for helping my Ai with giving birth” He aligned the dagger before piercing it into the girls heart, he repeatedly stabbed her over and over and over and over again.

he didn’t stop even when she was confirmed not to be breathing.

Then before she knew it she was staring at a set of the most attractive people she’d seen in her life.

“My daughter looks so cute~!” The woman cooed staring at the baby in her arms. “I don’t disagree” the man agreed looking at the baby with fondness in his eyes.

It didn’t take long for you to find out you were reincarnated, it took you a few weeks as your mind couldn’t concentrate and you’d fall asleep whenever you’d open your eyes. But you managed.

It didn’t take long for people to find out that your mother had given birth, For a short while people were out raged.but it soon stopped, your parents still being successful actors.

The woman smiled, her heels making a slightly loud noise as she walked to her child’s room.

“Y/n!” She smiled staring at you playing on the floor, “What are you doing?” She asked kneeling on the floor. “Coloring..” the girl muttered slightly nervous. Even though a few years had passed sense you’d been born.

there was still this slight fear that someone would find out your a 20 year old in a toddlers body.

“Y/n..I have to go somewhere for the rest of the day and the maids aren’t coming today..so will you be willing to come with me?” She asked, it wasn’t a surprise or her of how shy you were around everyone.

The woman’s eyes light up as she saw you nod at her request.

Soon you had arrived at the location. To say it was suffocating would be an understatement. There were people running back and forth from all directions.

focused on camera, lighting, acting etc. from the corner of your eye you spotted a familiar girl with purple hair and eyes that shined like stars.

she had two kids with her, twins..a boy and a girl. The boy had blonde hair his eyes blue shining brightly. The girl resembled her brother blonde hair but pink eyes.

from her expression she was clearly very excited for some reason. The actress caught her daughter staring at the two children. She smiled before opening her mouth.

“Wanna go talk to them?” She questioned, her eyes focused on her child’s expression. She hesitated before nodding her head.

(Couldn’t think of a name for the mom so)

—- held onto y/ns hand before walking over to the girl and her children, AI’s eyes light up as she saw the two of you walking over she walked over herself beckoning her children to follow her.

—- stared at her daughter before whispering something into her ear and leaving with the purple head to have a conversation.

The two siblings stared at y/n as if she was an alien. Ruby quickly spoke up stepping forward with a smile.

“hellooo, what’s your name? Your hairs really pretty” she pointed out shaking the girls hand aggressively.

Y/n answered quickly, Rubys aggressive hand shake turns into somewhat of a hug, “I’m ruby” she announced her eyes drifting to her brother before pointing at him.

“That’s my brother..his name is aquamarine..but you can call him aqua” she said her tone somehow lowering her excitement.

There was an awkward silence as you and ruby stared at the boy waiting for him to speak, “Anyway!, y/n isn’t my mama so cool!!” Ruby gushed.

The conversation soon faded as the girl ran towards her mom once she was able to.

"Your sister really likes your mom, huh?" Y/n tried to strike up a conversation with the blonde-haired boy.

"I guess so," he responded, staring at the girl. "Do you always look like this?" he questioned in a condescending way.

"What do you mean?" she asked, nervousness seeping in. "Do you always look like you're hiding something you don't want anyone to know about?" he questioned once more, making his question clear.

She didn't answer, only staring straight ahead. "Even if I'm hiding anything, it doesn't matter, does it?" she replied. "You remind me of someone I used to talk to," he confessed. "You do too," she responded.

"Ruby, Aqua," the teenager called out to her two children, her hand reaching for the glass.

"I love you," she cried. "Those words were definitely not lies," she said weakly, tears flooding her eyes.

And with that, Idol Hoshino Ai was declared dead, leaving her two children, whom the world didn't know about, behind.

"Aqua, Ruby!" The girl waved her hands in the air as she saw the twins entering through the school gate.

At the sound of her voice, Ruby could swear that her brother was walking faster now. "Don't attract attention," he said, dragging the girl with him.

Ruby moved her feet to catch up to her brother. "Hey Y/N! I recently got scouted to be an idol!" she spoke proudly.

"So that means you can become an actress like our promise, remember?" Ruby added. A few years ago, Ruby and Y/N had promised each other that if Ruby ever became an idol, she'd either become one too or become an actress.

"Yeah, I remember. Don't worry, I won't ever forget it...I have good memorization skills," she winked, waving goodbye as she entered her classroom with Aqua.

The boy didn't say much, aside from his face as he heard his sister speak about becoming an idol.

As Aqua had promised himself, that Ruby would never become an idol till he died, he'd made the promise that you'd never become one either.

This is so bad I’m sorry but it’s been sitting im my drafts for a huge while

[yveaart]

kissin’ n hope they caught us — csc

you caught your boyfriend talking to a girl in your class a little too long during the discussion, her giggles traveling directly through your ear canals and sending big red flash warnings through your brain.

sure you should always trust your partner and let them freely to people, but it is her that you can’t trust. you and your boyfriend had took a quick cool off after a heated fight that now you were ready to discuss, but it seems like he was too busy.

this girl had been known to be having back to back relationships just to poorly cover up her huge crush on your boyfriend. if you were gonna be honest you we’re feeling uneasy but that isn’t like you, you were much more capable of punching her straight to the face if she attempts to make your boyfriend smell her perfume one more time.

you knew the routine by the back of your hand, you’ve been giving her the benefit of a doubt by showing her sharp stares whenever she flirts with him, today was the third period in row, and that was just for today. you can’t fathom how far she could go and you simply had enough.

you could tell cheol was already planning his third try for asking to be dismissed to the washroom but he just held a smile towards her knowing that your professor gave him one too many periods to relieve himself.

you grinned at the clock signaling g a few moments left until a quick break, you knew you had to do something. you weren’t one to be too kind to people to be sharing out your boyfriend. it was your time to show who he belongs to.

as the clock ticked your uninterested professor exited the room unbothered, as you saw her friends wait at the door like clockwork. she rises and skips to them while giggling as you swiftly place a note on her desk unnoticed.

you waved to your boyfriend as he let put a huge sigh.

“aw, but i thought you were giggling together babe?”

“it was insufferable but i had to be nice love”

“mhm how about i help you relax?” you said slyly grinning at him

he smiled receiving your message, you both got out of the room as you rushed him to the upper floor and led him to the computer lab on the farthest room of the floor.

you both giggled to yourselves having the lab to yourselves.

“you know i couldn’t handle it today” you fake pouted as you gently pushed cheol to the chair.

“thought you weren’t the jealous type love?” he said clearly teasing you as he raised his brows.

“oh you know that i was lying about that” you hiked up his lap as you said those words.

“i love it when you’re jealous anyway” he smiled as your lips connected frantically rising to make out session.

his hands gliding up and down your back as you massaged and slightly pulled on his hair, his mouth would slightly open from the pleasure.

you backed up looking at his face already looking like he’s fucked and his cute little glasses getting fogged up and stained with your sweat.

“more please baby” he sighed gasping for air, but you continued staring at him.

“what? do you want me to take off my glasses?” he asked

“fuck no, you look hot in them”

you once again connected your lips now that your mouth is gaping and your tongues collided. low moans were emitted from his mouth driving you to slowly grind on him.

“god i love it when you take control”

you smiled sucking on his neck knowing that someone saw you making out on that room and had to runaway from the scene after being told to by a note on their desk.

idc what yall say i believe in sub scoups☝️🤓

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[solarisfortuneia]

✦ info: moments where they come to your rescue. kinda.

✦ featuring: kaeya, wanderer.

✦ warnings: spiders, injuries.

✦ notes: posting (or reposting, in this case) all the works i can with kaeya in them before the ebg <3

kaeya.

a loud scream pierces through the quiet air, and he startles, knocking over a bottle of ink with his elbow. dark liquid slowly spreads over oak and fortunately blank paper; but he pays it no mind; all he can feel is familiar anxiety wrapping ugly tendrils around his lungs.

his feet almost fly across the floor in his effort to find you as quickly as he can. he flings open the kitchen door with a bang, out of breath from worry, not exertion, calling your name.

“what happened?” he takes long strides towards you, finding you huddled up in a corner. his hands gently grip your face and he searches your panicked eyes for hints of what may have scared you.

you point to the far side of the room, eyes wide. “there’s a spider!”

“what?” he asks, unsure of what he just heard from your lips.

“spider! over there!” you frantically wave your arms in that direction. he follows your movement, and sees a tiny house spider on the wall, unassuming and unintimidating.

the tendrils vanish, and kaeya throws his head back in laughter. “you yelled that loudly over a tiny, tiny spider?”

you make a face at him, offended by him laughing. "i don't like them, okay?"

"i don't like grape juice, but you don't see me screaming about it, my love." he coos at your expression, pinching your cheeks and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"you rant enough about it, though." you swat at his hands. "just get rid of it without killing it, please?"

"oh? but i think we should let our little friend stay a while. perhaps we could give them a name?" an eye of moonshine sparkles with mirth. "i wonder what would fit this itsy-bitsy spider?"

"kaeya alberich, i swear to archons above—"

he holds his hands up in surrender. "alright, alright. can't have my sweetheart be mad at me, now, can i?"

he swiftly entraps it in a glass and slowly shoos it outside. "there. it's gone now." he turns to you with a mischievous grin.

(good luck, you're never living this down.)

wanderer.

"tch," he grumbles. "when will you stop being so clumsy?"

"i'm not clumsy, the ground was just uneven," you say, sitting down on a nearby rock. "besides, scrapes and bruises are a standard part of commissions." you rummage through your bag for antiseptic solution and some bandages.

"you can't even do a simple commission without getting hurt; at this rate i'll have to accompany you on all of them." he shoves your hands away gently, a contrast to his tone. "i'll do it," his hands make quick work of bandaging your wound, ever-so-carefully.

and after he's done, he softly pats your bandaged knee as if to soothe it. and as you stand up, his gaze never leaves your form, as if to make sure you'd be okay with walking on your own.

you bend down to retrieve your items, but he beats you to it.

you call his name. "hey, i can hold my own bag." you reach for it, trying to pull it out of his hands. "it's not fair if you hold everything, let me carry something too."

"you want to hold something?" he looks in your direction. "fine, hold this." he slips his hand into yours, hoisting your bag on the other. almost as if it was an afterthought, he adds, "so you don't fall again."

"sure," you agree. "so i don't fall again. but i still feel bad about you carrying every—" you're cut off by him plopping his hat on your head.

"there, you have something else. don't complain." a slight red dusts his cheeks, and he looks ahead, resuming your journey back home.

"okay," you say, acquiescing.

he's so cute.

[lovelyiida]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬.

KATSUKI BAKUGO X SECRETARY READER

❥SYNOPSIS: as the years went by, bakugo realized that he was the last to get married. the days grew cold and the nights turned lonely. bakugo want's to marry, but he doesn't really feel like falling in love. at least he has his trustee secretary!

❥: CHAPTERS

❥ WARNINGS: implied fem reader, aged-up!, Pro-hero MHA characters over the age of 27, vulgar language, sexual themes, suggestive wording, and content

❥ MASTERLIST

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WORDS: 3.2K

CHAPTER 4: LOVE LANGUAGE; AWKWARD...

"get to know the damn girl."

You couldn't move; you couldn't speak; you couldn't think.

Your mouth was agape, trying hard to wrap your mind around the words your boss had spoken to you. Your hands frozen to your sides as you stared into his amber eyes.

Blinking, you began to register the words you just heard, "Did you just say... marry me?" Your eyes squinted in disbelief as you looked at the man ahead of you, rolling his eyes. He raised his arms in the air and patted them back down with force, giving you a deadpan look.

"Oh my god, you're serious," you let out a breath, frantically beginning to pack your things away. Your breath was shaky as you kept tripping over your own feet.

"Damn it," the hero groaned.

Placing his hand over his face, he let out a sigh. "You can just say no," he said dryly, a wave of embarrassment washes over his as he notices your fearful expression as you shot up to look at him. Your eyes were filled with uncertainty and confusion.

"Listen, I just need some time to think about this... t-this is a lot," you stammered, trying to gather your thoughts.

He nodded understandingly, "S'fine, I didn't mean to put you on the spot like that," he replied, his voice softer now.

As you continued to gather your things and hurriedly left the room, your mind was a whirlwind of emotions. The offer to marry your boss, a pro-hero you admired and respected, was unexpected and overwhelming.

Over the next few days, you struggled to make sense of your feelings. On one hand, you were flattered and amazed that he would even consider you for such a significant decision. On the other hand, the thought of marrying someone you worked for and admired professionally was daunting.

You found yourself questioning your own feelings, wondering if you were just caught up in the moment or if there was something deeper. As you weighed the pros and cons, you couldn't help but analyze your interactions with him, trying to decipher any hidden meaning or intentions.

Sitting alone in your dining room, you couldn't help but think things over. Aimlessly watching the news, mind blank watching headline after headline, bottom lip poking out ever so subtlety. Knees buried to your chest as you hug your legs, you slowly look over at the empty wine glass. With a sigh you grab the bottle and pour yourself another glass.

You were a small-town girl who had come to the big city to chase her dreams. On the other hand, there was a highly trained pro-hero, cold and strong yet hardworking and reasonable. It felt surreal that he had proposed to you, considering how different your worlds seemed to be.

You had no ties to villains, at least not that you were aware of, and you certainly had no ulterior motives to harm or destroy him. You were as regular and ordinary as they come. So, the question lingered in your mind:

Why you?

"Breaking news on our daily superstar segment! Pro-hero Dynamight seen a countless of times with multiple women. Appearing to being on a date..."

Eyes widening you slowly place your glass down on the table and listen intensely to anchorwoman on the screen. "seems like the hero is on a loving spree! Now tell me ladies, do you think you have a shot?-"

With a press of a button, the screen goes black. Slamming the remote back on the table, you grab your wine bottle and glass and stomp towards your room.

"Going out with other women, and you just proposed to me? Yeah, what a fuckin' bachelor you are," you muttered, each word laced with a dose of venom as frustration welled up within you. You slammed the remote back onto the table, trying to block out the images on the screen.

Walking towards your room, clutching the wine bottle and glass, you felt a mix of anger, confusion, and hurt. The proposal had blindsided you, and now you were faced with this news about him dating other women.

Crashing onto your bed, you took another swig from the glass, trying to drown out the conflicting thoughts in your head. But as you swallowed down the whole glass, a moment of clarity hit you.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" you mumbled to yourself. Seriously, what was wrong with you? You didn't understand why you had made such an outburst. After all, you barely knew the guy, let alone had any deep feelings for him.

Feeling overwhelmed, you put the empty glass down and stared up at the ceiling. Maybe it was the shock of the proposal, or perhaps the clash of two very different worlds colliding. Regardless, you realized that you needed some time to sort out your emotions and thoughts.

Taking a deep breath, you decided that you would approach the situation with a clear mind. You would have an honest conversation with him, and perhaps, in doing so, you would better understand your own feelings and motivations.

Continuing to pour another glass, you place the bottle on the floor and swirl the red liquid around. Eyelids heavy as you roll your eyes, "whatever" you slur out. Before your lips could touch the glass, your phone lights up with a buzz.

Looking over, you crawl over to your nightstand and grab your phone. Looking at the screen your heart begins to beat fast, it's your boss.

Mr. Dynamight:

Be ready by 6

Eyes widening, you turn your phone off and place it screen-down, not even bothering to respond to any messages. Placing your glass on the floor, you bury yourself under the covers, hoping to sleep away your problems.

As morning arrives and the sun begins to rise, your alarm breaks through the peace of your one-bedroom apartment. Turning under the covers, you let out a groan and shuffle out of your bed.

As you get ready for your day, you can't stop thinking about the situation at hand. Why ddi he exactly choose you out of all the other girls dying to even get a simple look in the eye?

You consider yourself pretty attractive from your own standpoint, having had multiple relationships and even experiencing the occasional catcall. But none of that seemed relevant in this complex situation.

Maybe you should get in touch with one of his emergency contacts or call his doctor. Dynamight obviously isn't in his right mind, usually after a certain amount time for the average pro-hero they start to show signs pf mental instability...maybe he's an early bloomer?

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you pause for a moment. Your briefcase in hand, and your clothes neatly pressed, you frown and head out the door.

As you walk to the nearest bus stop, you glance at your phone with a frown. "Too early in the morning," you complain as the clock reads 5:45 AM. You had no idea why you had to be at work so early, and you're still fighting a minor hangover.

BEEP BEEP

Suddenly, the blaring sound of a car horn rings through your ears, startling you. Frantically looking around, you try to locate the source of the sound. Clutching your briefcase and bags tightly for a sense of protection, you see an unexpected face.

"Morning, L/n!" a voice yells out.

Startled, you look ahead and see your co-boss, Mr. Riot. "What the hell are you doing at the bus stop? Didn't you get the text?" he says with a hint of humor.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you slowly walk up towards the passenger side of the car. "Morning to you too, Mr. Riot," you say softly. Pausing for a moment, you crouch down to look deeper into the car to find its driver.

Your heart skips a beat as you look into a set of amber eyes. "Morning, Dynamight," you say, quickly rising back up without waiting for a response.

"I saw the text, be ready at the office by 6, correct? Did you need me there earlier or--"

"Get in the car," Dynamight's voice cuts through the air, his deep rasp still evident from his morning voice. Without any questions asked, you grab the door and enter the car.

As you rode into the city, the atmosphere in the car is tense, and you're not sure what to expect from this impromptu ride with your boss and co-boss.

"How'd you sleep?" Red Riot breaks through the tension effortlessly, his eyes looking over you as you give him a warm smile. "Um, pretty okay, I guess… hangover," you say with an awkward chuckle. This earns a laugh out of the high-spirited hero.

"You? Hungover? That's new! What the hell happened to you--"

"Well, don't do it again, because from now on you'll be getting these rides often," Dynamight cuts through the air once more. "Oh no, trust me, I'll be fine. I don't need a ride!" You respond. "If I come back tomorrow and see you at that bus stop, I'm firing you," Dynamight threatens with ease.

Before you can even try to protest, the car comes to a sudden halt. Grabbing onto the back of the passenger-side seat, you gasp. Blinking your eyes, you look around and see that you're at the back of the private parking structure.

Without another word, Dynamight rolls down his window and hands his keys over to an assistant. Stepping out of the car, he looks down at the female worker, "Are you new?" he asks. The woman nods, and Dynamight nods back, "If I catch you taking anything, or if I see a small dent or scratch, you're fired."

Walking away, you look over at the assistant as you step out of the car. Apologizing with a bow, you quickly walk behind your boss. Arriving at the elevator, another assistant is there, looking at you expectantly.

"Give them your stuff," Dynamight says, looking at you, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at his words. "I'm fine. I can carry these on my own," you say. Looking at your boss, you notice his signature "pissed off" frown. Before he can open his mouth, his trusted colleague lets out a loud sigh.

"Just give him your damn bags," Red Riot says defeatedly. Before you can hand them over, the assistant snatched them from your hands. With a gasp, you're then pushed into the elevator.

Day in, day out, the same thing, over and over again.

You were picked up by your boss, dropped off by your boss, your every move monitored through his own lens. And you grew sick and tired of it.

Today, the two of you walk into his office. In the corner of your eye, you see the same assistant place your things down on the small coffee table. Giving the assistant a bow, you begin to take your belongings out and organize them as planned.

As time goes by, the sound of you typing on your keyboard fills the room and adds to the white noise. Occasionally, you share a glance with the pro-hero. Typing out a few more important documents, you place your laptop on the table and head for the printing room.

As you walk to the printer, you notice a lot of looks from the staff around you. The sea of eyes pierces from your back and straight into your heart. You were used to a couple of stares here and there, after all, you had one of the more confidential roles in the office.

As you turn into the printing room, you find a line of workers at the printer; it must be backed up today.

"Have you seen the secretary?" a female worker says, and your eyes perk up at the mention of you. "No… why?" another female worker responds.

"I took the bus today, and I saw her riding with Dynamight and Red Riot. How do you think that happened, hm?" she says. "And you wonder why she's been here for this long," the other woman laughs.

"I mean, I thought I was the only one who noticed. How can you walk around in heels and a shorter skirt than the rest of us without breaking dress code? She's obviously sleeping with them."

As the women kept on talking, a pit of anger grows deep within your chest. Fist growing tight into a ball, you open your mouth to speak, but a loud clearing of the throat is heard.

As all three of you turn around, your eyes widen to see your boss.

"Dynamight!" the two women say, their voices ringing out through the room, causing everyone's head to turn. All slouched backs and crouched arms snap back into place.

"So this is how you talk about my secretary behind my back?" he says, his voice scarily calm. "W-we didn't mean to talk about her like that, we were just assuming--"

"Assuming what?" His voice raises, causing the whole room to shake. The other woman blinks and raises her finger, pointing at you. "That you two were…"

"We're what? Fuckin'?" The vulgarity of his words cuts through the air like a knife. The woman nods, and Dynamight rolls his eyes before walking ahead of you, shielding you from their bodies.

"Sure, we are, and if you want to know so god damn badly, I'm making her scream my name every single night so she can come to this office all pretty and rested!" he raises his voice even higher than before.

Oh my god.

People are gonna think you're sleeping with him!

"Turn in your badges and get the hell out of my office!" He screams, his hands popping off loud bangs. You flinch at the loud bangs, never witnessing his quirk before, you yell from shock.

The two women scurry out of the room, their eyes filled with tears as they realize they just lost their job due to petty office gossip. "And if I catch any of you in the press, consider yourself homeless!" Dynamight turns back and yells.

Facing you, he gives you a look. It's unreadable.

"Needed you," he says softly, and you nod understandingly, trying your hardest to blink away tears. "What for?" you ask, trying to keep your tone as professional as possible.

"Wanted some coffee… not anymore, though," he says, grabbing your arm. He looks back at his workers with a frown. "And if I catch any of you fuckin' extras talking about her behind our backs, consider yourself jobless as well!" Walking away, he drags you along with him.

As you walk in the hallway, you shield your face from everyone around you. "Dynamight, I need to get those papers and your coffee--"

"Fuck the papers, fuck the coffee."

Walking into the office, he closes the door with a slam. Letting go of your arms, you stand in the middle of the room, head hanging low and face out of sight.

A long wave of silence overcomes the both of you, a rare frown of sympathy shown on Dynamight's face. Letting out a sigh, he steps closer to you.

"Listen… I'm sorry for all that back there, I just couldn't take them talking to you like that--"

"Can I leave early… please?" your voice trembles as tears fall from your face and stain the ground. The hero draws his lips into a line, "Yeah… I can take you. Just give me a minute--"

"Alone," you cut him off.

Another long moment of silence echoes through the room once more. "Y-yeah, go ahead," he stutters. Quickly going over to grab your things you dash out of his office and towards the elevator.

You were embarrassed and was absolutely humiliated, you were taken for something that you weren't. And now everyone thinks you're just some toy the two hero's like to play around with.

This day couldn't get any worse...

"Dude, what the hell just happened?" The muscular redhead dashes into the pro-hero's office, looking at his friend and lifetime partner, absolutely disheveled. "A lot of shit just happened, alright?" the blonde says, defeated.

"Well yeah, I could hear it all the way from the other side of the building to my office, man... you said the 'e' word," he says, his voice tinged with fear.

"E, as in 'EXTRA.'"

"I know!" he yells, frustrated at his actions. "You haven't said that since high school, the UA days! I thought you said you were working on that through therapy?" The redhead says, unable to read the room.

"Listen, if you could shut the hell up and sit down, we need to talk," the blonde says. Kirishima's eyes furrow, a little wave of anxiety flowing over him. Taking a seat on his desk, he looks into his friend's eyes.

Bakugo scoffs, "I... I messed up with L/n," he says.

"Well yeah, kinda. I would run out of the office crying too if my affair went public—"

"We're. Not. Fucking," Bakugo says, fist tapping on the table with every word spoken. "When I said those things, I was just trying to take up for her, and it backfired, and now I feel like shit." Bakugo says, placing his hands into his face.

"Well, I think you did all that you could have done... I mean, it can't get any worse than that," Kirishima begins to pat his friend's head, trying his hardest to offer support.

"I asked her to marry me," Bakugo mumbles in his palms, Kirishima's eyes widen, and he jumps off the desk. "You what?" he says.

"I'm not gonna repeat it."

"Why the hell would you do that? You've only known her for like 2 months!" Kirishima complains. "I'm aware!" Bakugo argues back. Kirishima looks dumbfounded, hands on his hips, doing his signature dad pose.

"At least get to know the damn girl first."

"I know!" Bakugo screams, exploding in anger, causing the redhead to flinch. Bakugo sighs and places his head down on the table. "Sorry, I don't know what came over me... I just don't have the time to do all of those things you did."

"You mean building a bond and getting to know the person?" Kirishima adds. "Yes, exactly," he says back, a long awkward pause entering the room once more.

"Did she say yes?" Kirishima asks. Bakugo sits back up and lets out a sigh. "Well, she didn't say no," he says with a tinge full of hope. Kirishima nods, pacing around the room, thinking.

Soon, Kirishima comes to a halt. "How about you just take the girl out on a few dates? Then get her final response by popping the big question again?" Kirishima says.

"Even though it's not the conventional way of dating, it could help. You need to build a genuine connection, not rush into something like marriage without knowing each other well," Kirishima advises.

Bakugo looks up, a mix of frustration and gratitude in his eyes. "You're right. I should take her out and get to know her first," Bakugo says with determination.

His friend smiles and pats him on the back. "That's the spirit! Just take it one step at a time and see where it leads you. And remember, I'm here to support you no matter what," Kirishima says, giving Bakugo a reassuring smile.

"I'm the number one person to come to if you need help with the ladies~" Kirishima says flirtatiously, Bakugo rolls his eyes. "Yeah I bet you also the number one person to come to at planned parenthood as well" Bakugo snorts.

"That wasn't funny" Kirishima quips.

"To you."

well, shit...

how do I apologize for not keeping my promise guys? comment down below 😍

P.S. almost at 1K AHKSJNCALJFBNAIUIUWALANJCS

EDIT: please I just fixed the repeated glitch, this was very embarrassing…

— 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐢𝐝𝐚 ❤︎︎

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[blissfullyapillow]

Ever since the scene of Welt getting enthusiastic about playing hide and seek but then getting shut down because he's too old, I've been... daydreaming to say the least. Offering to play with him as his s/o, not judging him at all for his age, just wanting to see him have fun... Seeing a whole new mischievous side of Welt as he uses his abilities to give you a scare... Hearing his laughter... Maybe getting a bit spicy if you want to... Just anything with the hide and seek scenario just makes me so giggly!!!!! Love the silly old man <333

┃Hide and Seek with Welt Yang

₊˚⊹♡ wc: 1,222~

₊˚⊹♡ warnings: not proofread, fluff, suggestive ending, fun shenanigans with some of the astral express crew :D

₊˚⊹♡ Pillow Talks: I hope you like what I have for you anon! I did my best to honor your request to the best of my ability (╥ ω ╥)

₊˚⊹♡ Masterlist

You’ve never seen Welt act so.. giddy before

He can be difficult to read at the worst of times and a bit mischievous at the best, but a totally different side to Welt is presented before you as you hide your frame behind the large furniture in front of you.

Not the best hiding spot, but it’s in a place he’d least expect!

Or.. maybe not.

A low chuckle is the only warning you receive before a weightless feeling takes over your senses. You emit a noise of surprise as your body levitates off the ground.

Warm, inviting brown eyes light up with mirth as you struggle to maintain your balance.

“I won this round. You have two more chances.” You recall the deal you made with Welt. Whoever wins three rounds of hide and seek gets to ask the other to do one thing, whatever they want, and it can’t be refused. Of course there’s a time limit each round, and unfortunately he found you well before time ran out.

“You got lucky.” Your reluctance to admit defeat amuses Welt immensely. You are gently let down, and as soon as your feet are planted you get ready to hide again.

This time, you hide somewhere that hopefully won’t be so obvious.

In the archives.

Dan Heng was nonplussed that you wanted to use the archives as a means to win a game of hide and seek, but your pleading was enough to get him to relent.

“As long as you do not disturb me, I don’t mind.” His agreement came as a surprise, but who are you to complain?

So, you hang out with Dan Heng as the minutes tick by.

You snicker as you check your phone, and two minutes remain.

Again, not the best hiding spot but everyone on the astral express knows Dan Heng isn’t one to let tomfoolery occur in the archives. Which makes it a  good hiding spot should he consent.

Which is why you emit a groan when a knock is heard at the locked door.

Dan Heng turns to eye you, raising an eyebrow. You shake your head frantically, clasping your hands together in a silent prayer for him to keep the door locked.

He releases a deep sigh as he turns back to the data bank, only for the knocking to continue, louder in volume. Dan Heng pinches the bridge of his nose.

You glance at the timer on your phone.

Thirty seconds left.

“Just a few more seconds!” You whisper-yell the words to Dan Heng. He looks at the door and back at you, a frown on his face.

“Name, are you—“ somehow, the door unlocks and swings open. Welt stands triumphant on the other side, and you glance at your phone.

There was only 10 seconds left!

You stifle a groan as Welt walks inside, picking you up effortlessly as he bids Dan Heng farwell. You swear you catch Dan Heng’s smirk as he waves to the both of you.

As soon as Welt exits the archives the door slams shut behind the both of you.

“Did you think I didn’t know where you were hiding?” Welt teases you. “Maybe…” You're pouting, but you don’t care.

Welt ruffles your hair, a vibrant air of life about him. “This’ll be the last round if I win, Name. Are you sure you don’t want to be the seeker?” You adamantly shake your head in refusal.

“No way! It’d be too easy for you to manipulate the doors. I still can’t sneak into your room, you always have to let me in.” You huff, crossing your arms in faux annoyance. Welt side eyes you before he finally sets you down on your feet.

“You’ve tried sneaking into my room?” He sounds surprised, but there’s a knowing glint in his warm gaze. “Oh, be quiet. We both know that you’re more than aware that I have.” He shrugs, feigning innocence before he turns around. “I’ll give you extra time to hide this time. I think I’ve decided what I’ll ask of you…” He muses.

You roll your eyes but an uncontrollable smile lifts your lips. You press a chaste kiss to Welt’s lips before you run off to find your next hiding spot.

This time, you hide in plain sight, moving after Welt leaves the area. You make your way to March’s room. She lets you in, and after some begging she allows you to hide behind her plushies once you agree to let her take a picture the moment you’re found. You didn’t like the fact that she knew believed you would lose, but you needed a new place to hide.

Time ticks by all too slowly for your liking. March continues on with what she was doing previously before you interrupted her. She checks the time for you, sending a thumbs up your way to indicate time is almost up. You hold your breath as you will the time to pass faster.

You make sure to bury yourself beneath her plushies when Welt inevitably visits her room, and she cheekily lets him in (despite your previous agreement but you choose not to gripe).

Welt takes one look at the pile of plushies you’re hiding beneath before you’re suddenly floating upside down midair. March cheers loudly as she snaps a candid photo of you.

Welt leaves the room with you trailing behind him, still suspended in air with your arms crossed in dismay.

“Welllttt… this isn’t fair.” Your complaints fall on deaf ears as he brings you to his room, shutting the door behind him.

You hear Welt’s phone chime. He leisurely takes his phone out of his pocket to check the lit screen, grinning to himself at whatever is on the screen. “I told March to send me the photo she took of you.” He chuckles as he holds the phone up to you. You look absolutely ridiculous in the photo, hanging midair with pure shock written on your features.

You reach for his phone, only for him to pull it back.

“Ah ah, this photo is precious to me. It’s worthy of being my screensaver, don’t you agree?” Welt relishes in the look you give him, clearly disapproving of his choice of jokes. You do a flip at Welt’s command, and you yelp in surprise. He laughs, setting you down once more.

Except, you’re now caged between his arms with the wall behind you for support.

“My silly partner really thought they could win a game of hide and seek against me, hm?” Welt’s eyes darken, a dangerous glint to them as he holds your chin with his fingers.

You have no choice but to look him deep in his eyes, your own flustered gaze reflected within his iris’. 

“Ah.. well, it’s the effort that counts right?” You suggest, pressing your back against the wall. Welt smirks when you gasp; his knee parts your legs to tease between your thighs.

“I agree. In fact, I think your efforts should be rewarded.” His tone is suggestive, just as his actions ignite the familiar flame of your desire.

Your body relaxes when he leans in to slot his lips with yours, his knee providing pleasurable stimulation for you.

You are completely at his mercy, and you have no intention of hiding this time.

[itsmealaiah]

could you do a Smut with Bill (2013,long hair) where he's been teasing yn for weeks and finally gives in after yn literally begs him (hee can be very dominant lots of dirty talk )

AGHH YES THAT ERA WAS TOO SHORT LIVED

Please give in (2013 x Fem)

A/n: i love you this era was so amazing.

tags/ warnings: dirty talk, dom! Bill, cursing, slight use of toys, begging, praising and degrading.

MDNI

The anticipation had been building up inside me for weeks, ready to explode. Every time Bill had leaned in to kiss my neck, I'd shiver with pleasure, his warm breath tickling my skin. His hand would slip into my shorts, tracing a path down to my underwear, teasing me mercilessly. And every time, I begged him for release. Give me what I wanted. Let him take me.

But tonight, as we lay in bed, the air thick with desire and the promise of pleasure, I knew it was finally going to happen. Bill looked at me with those intense brown eyes, his lips curled into a wicked grin. "You're such a dirty girl," he whispered, his fingers dancing across my stomach. "I've been thinking about this all day."

He climbed on top of me, pinning my wrists above my head, and leaned down, pressing the tip of his tongue against my earlobe. "You want me to use a toy on you?" he asked, his voice husky with lust. "You want me to fuck you with it, and then make you scream with pleasure?" My heart raced at the thought, and I nodded frantically, arching my back into his touch.

Bill chuckled darkly, the vibrations sending shivers down my spine. "Good girl," he purred, his lips trailing lower, over my collarbone and down to my breast. He took my nipple between his teeth, biting gently before sucking it into his mouth. I cried out, my hips bucking up off the bed. "But first," he whispered against my skin, "you need to beg for it."

I opened my mouth to protest, but the feel of his tongue circling my nipple made it impossible to think straight. "Please, Bill," I gasped, my voice strained. "Please, I need you." He pulled back, his eyes blazing with lust. "Good girl," he praised, running his fingers through my hair. "Now, let's get you nice and wet."

He reached over to the bedside table, revealing a small black vibrator. My heart raced at the sight of it. "You like this, don't you?" he murmured, tracing the tip of the vibrator over my folds. "You want me to use it on you." He pressed the vibrator against my clit, and I arched my back off the bed, crying out in pleasure. He turned it on, and the sensation was almost too much to bear.

Bill smiled wickedly and leaned down, taking my earlobe between his teeth. "You're so fucking wet," he growled. "I can feel how much you want this." He pressed the vibrator deeper inside me, and I moaned, my hips moving in time with its vibrations. "You're doing so good," he praised, his voice low and raspy. "Just like that."

He slid the vibrator lower, circling my opening, teasing me mercilessly. "You want me to put this inside you?" he asked, his voice dripping with desire. I nodded frantically, arching my back off the bed. He grinned and pressed the vibrator against my entrance, pushing it inside me. I cried out, the sensation of being filled so intense it almost overwhelmed me.

But Bill wasn't done yet. He kept thrusting the vibrator in and out, making me moan and writhe beneath him. He leaned down, taking my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard as he continued to use the toy on me. I was close, so close to my orgasm, but he held back, relentless in his teasing. "That's it," he whispered, his hot breath fanning across my skin. "

He began to move faster, his hips slamming into mine in perfect rhythm with the vibrator. I could feel my muscles tightening, my body preparing to release in a wave of pure pleasure. But just as I thought I couldn't take it anymore, Bill pulled the vibrator out, leaving me aching for more.

"No," I cried, my voice breaking. "Don't stop."

He chuckled darkly, his gaze locked with mine. "Oh, I'm not going to stop," he assured me, reaching down to position himself at my entrance. "But you're not going to come until I say so."

And with that, he pushed inside me, filling me in one smooth motion. I gasped, feeling him stretch me in a way that was both painful and impossibly good. He began to move, his hips meeting mine in a brutal way that sent sparks flying through my body. But still, he didn't let me release.

He grasped my hips, holding me still as he thrust harder, deeper, his breath coming in ragged gasps. I felt my control slipping away, my body beginning to give in to the pleasure that was building inside me. But just as I thought I might be close, he pulled out, leaving me whining once again. "Bill" I hissed.

He smiled down at me, his eyes dark and intense. "You're so beautiful when you beg," he murmured, his fingers tracing over my skin. "I love how wet you get for me." He pressed back inside, his thickness stretching me impossibly. I arched my back, my nails digging into his shoulders as he took me roughly. "That's it," he growled, his hips moving in a furious rhythm. "Let go."

But he was wrong. I couldn't let go. Not yet. He was still in control, and he wasn't about to give that up. He kept me on the edge, teasing and tormenting me, making me beg for release. I felt my muscles tense, my body tensing in anticipation of the inevitable release.

And then, finally, he let go. His hips slammed into mine one last time, and with a cry that seemed to come from the deepest part of my soul, I came, my body shuddering and convulsing around him. His name was a broken whisper on my lips as he thrust deep one last time, emptying himself inside me.

He collapsed on top of me, his weight pinning me to the bed, our sweat mingling as we both tried to catch our breath. After a moment, he rolled off me, and I felt a pang of loss as his weight left my body. He reached down, tenderly wiping the sweat from my face before leaning in to kiss me. His lips were soft and gentle, a stark contrast to the rough treatment he'd just given me.

"Are you all right?" he asked, his voice low and concerned.

I nodded, my heart still racing from the intensity of what we'd just shared. "I'm fine," I managed to say between ragged gasps. "That was… incredible."

He grinned, pulling me into his arms. "I'm glad you liked it," he said, kissing the top of my head. "You know I'll always take care of you, y/n. I'll always make it good for you."

I nestled deeper into his embrace, feeling the steady beat of his heart against my cheek. "I know you will," I murmured, my voice still shaky from the intensity of our lovemaking. "You always do." He shifted, rolling us over so that I was lying on top of him. His hands moved up to cup my breasts, and he began to tease my nipples with his thumbs.

"I love how you react to my touch," he whispered, watching my face as he played with me. "It's like you're addicted." He was right; the feel of his skin against mine, the way he touched me, it was like nothing else. I arched my back, pressing my breasts further into his hands.

I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of his fingers on my skin. The room was dark, the only light filtering in through the crack of the curtains. I could hear the faint sound of his breathing, the rhythm of his heartbeat against my back. It was soothing, calming. For a moment, I forgot about everything else.

I drifted off to sleep like that, my body still connected to his, my mind still filled with the memory of our lovemaking. I didn't remember falling asleep, but when I awoke, he was still there, his arms wrapped tightly around me. His breath whispered over my neck, and I could feel the warmth of his body against my back.

For a brief moment, I thought maybe we'd just slept like that all night, but then I realized it was much later. The sun was streaming in through the window, painting the room with a warm, golden light. He shifted slightly, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck, and I couldn't help but smile.

a/n: 🥰🥰🥰 so happy rn

[rikidaze]

BITTERSWEET CONFESSION ; LEE HEESEUNG

lee heeseung x reader, bittersweet?? has both fluff and angst, gn!reader

notes: i love writing bittersweet fics lol

“Heeseung!”

The said man turns his head and finds you waving your hands frantically in the air to catch his attention. Once he sees you, you start sprinting toward him, crouching down next to him to catch your breath.

“I... I thought you wouldn’t come.” Heeseung stuttered slightly, his heart filled with joy yet sorrow as he realized that this was the last time he would be able to see your face in a long time.

“You think I wouldn’t come and see you off even if we just spent a whole day together?” You replied, standing back up and giving him a small smile. But a small part of you wished you hadn't when you saw his eyes begin to shimmer, indicating the onset of tears.

Your lips trembled, and eventually, you let your tears freely fall. “H-Hee.” You fell into his embrace, and he swiftly caught you, hugging you tightly.

“I’m gonna miss you… so much.” Heeseung murmurs, his face buried in your neck. Your heart filled with dread at the realization that you weren’t going to see him for a long time.

“Promise me that you won’t ever forget about me, okay?” You managed to give Heeseung a small smile. He tenderly wipes away your tears for you, kissing your forehead.

“Of course I won’t, y/n,” he replies. “I’ll call and text you every day, okay? Be grateful that there isn’t much time difference between us.” He playfully comments, making you laugh.

God, I’m going to miss everything about him. You thought to yourself, sighing sadly.

“I love you.” Your eyes widened at the sudden confession, and your head shot up to make eye contact with him. Heeseung has always been an affectionate best friend, but he has never said, “I love you,” to you, not even once.

More tears started to form in your eyes, making you laugh tearfully. “I love you too, Hee.” You stand on your tiptoes, your lips meeting his. A pink glow welcomed his cheeks as he kissed you back, lowering himself a bit to kiss you better.

As you both pulled back, a distant announcement grabbed your attention, making your heart plummet with the sudden realization that it was his time to leave.

“I have to leave in a bit,” Heeseung says sadly. “Promise me that you’re going to take care of yourself, okay?” he says while picking up his bags. “Don't skip meals, take breaks in between studies, and most importantly—” you quickly kissed him on the lips, interrupting his ramble.

“I know,” you whispered. “I promise you I will so promise me that you will as well! I don’t want to hear any sick voices coming from you when we call, okay?”

Heeseung lets out a small laugh, nodding his head. “Pray everything’s going to go well for me, ‘kay?”

You knew he was nervous about the survival show, and he had every right to be nervous. “You’re going to do amazing, I know it. They're going to love you; trust me.”

Heeseung suddenly let out a noise of surprise, opening his bag and handing you something. “Here, keep it,” you said, looking at the item with a shocked look on your face. “It’s... my favorite necklace. Look, I know you’re about to say something along the lines of “No, don’t give it to me; it’s yours!” but I want to give it to you because I didn’t want to leave you without leaving something behind, and so I decided on this.”

“You do know I have like a pile of your clothes back in my house, right?” you inquired, and he nodded.

“Yeah, but those aren’t special items, unlike this one. Plus, you can wear it every day, and remind you of me.” Heeseung said with a proud smile on his face.

Another announcement was made on the speaker, announcing the last call for the train. “Ah, I really have to go now.” He quickly kissed you on the cheek once again.

You watched as his figure made a run towards the train doors. As the train was about to leave, you saw him mouth a small “I love you” to you, making you smile sadly.

You mouthed one back to him, watching the train leave, taking a piece of your heart with it too.

[givemequeen]

raising Scorpius: Draco Malfoy x reader domestic fluff

request: can i request some domestic Draco fluff about Draco and MC raising Scorpius, either after Astoria's death or with MC replacing Astoria as Scorpius's mom?? thank youUuu a/n: loved this request, hope this is what you wanted!! word count: 721

Arguably, the most coveted space in the Malfoy Manor was the sun parlor. In summer, it bathed occupants in the warmth of the sun's rays, while in winter, Draco's charms ensured one could relish the beauty of snow without enduring the biting cold. It had some of the most conformable sofas, which made you feel like you were lunging on clouds.

Any time of the day, it was the best room. In the morning, you could nestle into the plush sofa with a cup of morning tea, savouring the tranquil spectacle of the sunrise. In the afternoon, the room offered a front-row seat to observe the majestic peacocks leisurely wandering the grounds. And as evening descended, after a satisfying dinner, it provided the perfect setting to lose yourself in a good book while the sun dipped below the horizon in the distance.

Its panoramic views stretched out before you, showcasing the sprawling grounds in all their splendor. Adjacent to the sun parlour lay the small Quidditch pitch that Draco had set up a couple of years back, providing the perfect spot to watch your husband—often shirtless—as he soared through the air on his broom.

Setting your book aside, you turned to gaze at the pitch, a mischievous grin tugging at your lips as you hoped to catch a glimpse of your half-naked, sweaty husband in action.

But as your eyes scanned the scene, they widened in alarm. Instead of Draco, you saw your three-year-old son precariously perched on a broom, giggling in delight as he wobbled through the air. Fear gripped your heart, you pushed the glass door open and sprinted towards your son.

You looked around, trying to find Draco but he was nowhere to be seen.

"SCORPIUS, COME BACK HERE!" you screeched, your voice trembling with fear, but your frantic calls were carried away by the wind.

The wind whipped through your hair as you reached the edge of the pitch, your heart pounding in your chest. You waved your arms frantically, trying to catch your son's attention.

Scorpius, oblivious to your frantic calls, continued to giggle as he attempted to steer the broom, his tiny hands barely able to grasp the handle. Panic surged through you as he veered dangerously close to the ground, his laughter echoing in the air. Your hands flew to your mouth, convinced you were about to see your son crash against the floor.

Suddenly, Draco appeared, laughing heartily as he swooped in on his broom, scooping Scorpius up safely in his arms at the last minute. You could hear his roaring laughter, but you didn't find it amusing.

"Draco Lucius Malfoy!" you scolded, your voice tinged with anger and relief.

Your husband turned towards you, your use of his full name wiping the grin right off of his face. You could see as he muttered "fuck" under his breath, knowing he was caught.

Placing your hands on your hips, you waited for him to approach. As Draco neared you, his demeanor shifted, his expression a mixture of sheepishness and remorse at being caught. Beside him, Scorpius bounced with excitement, oblivious to the tension between his parents.

"This is not a game! You scared me half to death! Scorpius could have been hurt!" you yelled.

"I'm sorry, my love," he said, his voice soft. "We were just having a bit of fun. I'll make sure it doesn't happen again."

You scoffed, not willing to accept his apology, and turned to look over his shoulder.

He took a step closer, setting Scorpius on the ground beside him. His eyes pleaded for forgiveness as he reached out to gently touch your arm.

Draco's warm touch on your arm sent a soothing wave through you. You turned to face him and couldn't help the smile that spread through your face. Draco saw this as a way in and pulled you against his bare chest.

"Ugh, Draco! You're all sweaty." you complained half-heartedly, but made no attempt to back away.

"Mmhm." he murmured softly as he kissed your cheek. "I'm sorry, it won't happen again."

Scorpius, who had been watching the exchange with wide eyes, piped up with a mischievous grin. "Yes it will," he declared innocently, earning a chuckle from both you and Draco.

How could you stay mad at either of your boys? It was impossible.

[ye4gerism]

𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑰𝑺 𝑭𝑨𝑰𝑹 𝑰𝑵 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑾𝑨𝑹 - 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍 𝐗 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

word count 1.8k

content warning light smut - in fact it’s not even that descriptive🧍🏾‍♀️

author’s note finally back after so long - i HAVE been writing though and have a story in my back pocket that im excited to drop! :3 this is the story i was looking for beta readers for - i didn’t get any 🧍🏾‍♀️ so i’m just dropping this first chapter to get interest. if not, i’ll just release a chapter at least weekly! this is also my attempt at mature content, so bear with me as we test this out. my requests are open - so feel free to read my guidelines on my pinned and hit my inbox 😝 update: part two !!

synopsis after the rumbling, you found yourself on your feet in your home town. you have a completely new life - you’re watching your country be built again and now you have a fiancé! what happens when a man from your past reaches out to you via letter?

853

His air fills your nose as you press against him. Your breaths are labored from placing your lips where you can, hands frantic.

The adrenaline lowers and you're both back to your senses. Your clothes are scattered everywhere on your bedroom floor. He lowers you onto the bed, his heavy hands resting on your lower back as you arch into the sheets. His lips love on your collarbones and find their way to your belly button. You shudder as he moves lower and lower until that wave of unfamiliar excitement washes over you.

You're breathing heavily as he places kisses all over your face and body. He takes care of you at the end; he makes sure you're clean, warm, and comfortable. You enjoyed your night; never had you thought you'd fall head over heels for a man you met just a few days ago but here you are.

You watched as he went between putting on his clothes and looking for items he was missing. Once he was fully clothed, it finally hit you that he didn't have plans to stay the night. Your body shot up from the bed. "Jean..." Your voice trails off, pleading.

He looks over his shoulder. He finishes his look by putting his fedora on. "You know I'd love to stay...but I have somewhere to be." Regret travels through Jean's voice. He turns away from you, pretending to fix his tie.

His shoulders are tense. He takes a few deep breaths before looking at you once more. "Tonight will be my last night seeing you." The satisfaction from the night immediately vanished. Your confusion is loud. Jean sighs as he continues to straighten himself out. "I can't explain it to you now but within the next few days...months, it'll all make sense..." In the soft candlelight in your bedroom, you can see the sadness in his eyes. You wanted to question him but considering the look on his face, you decide that it's probably best for you not to know.

You can't watch him. Jean opens the front door; under the door frame, he looks at your back. He opens his mouth but closes it instead. There was no point. He'd never see you again.

After his exit, you contemplated the possible explanation for his exit. It all didn't come together until weeks after the new year of 854 when Paradis launched its attack on Marley.

Spring 857

To whom it may concern,

I didn't think it'd be appropriate to address this letter with 'Dear Ms. L/N' considering our history and the events after but I still felt the need to reach out to you.

It's been four years now? Or at least approaching four years, considering our meeting was in the summer.

I owe you an explanation. I am a Subject of Ymir from Paradis Island. At the period that we met, I was on a trip with other Subjects; it was our first time off of the island. We were there, curious about our enemies and how our military forces should move forward. I met you and you know the rest of that story. Other than my constant visits with you, I and a few others sat through countless meetings hearing about how we Subjects couldn't be "cured" or "forgiven" of our crimes.

Meeting you wasn't on my agenda. No one knew about you. During that time. I felt like the world felt like it was crashing down on me and then came you, my short-lived saving grace.

Because of my actions during the Rumbling, my home, Paradis, has outcasted me and considered me a traitor for being one of the pieces that stopped it. I live life as a Peace Ambassador now. I've been all over the place - helping rebuild cities and building connections with refugees who are still working on getting their lives back. I do live in Paradis from time to time. My mother still lives there.

I learned about you from asking around. I'm so grateful that you evaded the Rumbling. I don't know how I would feel if you passed.

Longing to see you,

Jean Kirstein, Alliance Peace Ambassador

Mister Ambassador,

Hi. Thank you for reaching out to me. It's been a very long time and I've struggled. Went from being a woman who traveled regularly to being trapped because of the bombs and titans that were dropped everywhere. I am lucky that I have made it out with my life.

Now that I have a proper explanation, I don't feel as upset as I did seeing your letter in my mailbox. I am glad you are safe for the most part.

I am with someone. Set to be married within the next few months if life in Anahg, or the Southern Nations as the world calls it now, improves slightly more. My fiancé's name is Sebas Abe. Considering that you're from Paradis, I don't know how much you know, but he was an important political figure and diplomat for Hizuru. He was just at the wrong place at the wrong time during, what you call, the Rumbling. He's a part of the rebuilding process here in Anahg but he misses his diplomat job dearly. He loved traveling the world, so he told me.

I'm curious, how is life in Paradis? Considering you're a traitor?

Y/N L/N

Miss L/N,

Beautiful last name. I didn't mean to come on so hard in my first letter. Congratulations on your engagement, you deserve it. I am also sorry about everything you've been through. If you don't mind me asking, what happened on your end? If it's too invasive of a question, I certainly understand. It's just something that peaks my interest considering what I do for work.

Anahg and the rest of the Southern Regions have yet to be touched by our growing alliance. I guess the focus is to rebuild the relationship between Marley and Paradis and gain the trust of other countries that weren't destroyed by the Rumbling.

If your fiancé is still interested in ambassador work, I don't mind putting in the good word for him. I have close connections to those in Hizuru, one of Paradis's allies.

Life on the island is hard. I don't get hassled a lot in my hometown; my mother was an important part of some of our neighbors' lives. I guess they feel wrong treating me differently. But I will say that I feel lonelier. I will never share a barrack, train, or be a part of a military branch again. I'm the age where I'm supposed to be at least courting someone or going out with a small group of friends but with, one, members of the Alliance being so busy and, two, my status as a traitor makes it hard to come across people my age.

I don't leave Trost, my home, to visit other parts of the island unless I really need to. Getting on transportation for work is quicker when no one is interested in speaking to you.

Jean Kirstein, Alliance Peace Ambassador

Mister Ambassador,

Well, if you're so curious, Mr. Ambassador, it's something I'd rather not relive - That's how my experience went. Eren Yeager ruined my life. I don't blame him for being angry; if the whole world was laughing at my existence, I'd bring Hell onto Earth too. But that doesn't take away that my life was taken away. Since then, I'm fortunate enough that I was able to come back home to Anagh, that it's growing once again, and that I have someone by my side. My life isn't the best but it's better than it was days before the Rumbling.

I'm sorry that your community has turned on you that way. Loneliness is one hell of a disease. I'd rather be berated than silently deal with my own sadness. I hope that doesn't sound offensive.

Y/N L/N

Miss L/N,

No, that isn't offensive. I sometimes wish my life was as vocal as my other friends but at the same time, I'm grateful for the dirty looks. I just wish I wasn't so in my head sometimes.

What do you mean your life now is better than the one before the Rumbling? Are you insinuating something in your previous letter? The way I remember it, I sure damn well made those last few days memorable and exciting. Your body told me so itself.

I understand I left suddenly and inappropriately but that doesn't mean you get to dismiss and deny what we had.

I thought about you too many times as I traveled. When I was alone, I thought of you and your silky skin and your pretty lips. Your body against mine.

You could be ignoring my correspondence, for the sake of your dear Sebas, but we both know why you continue to write back.

Jean Kirstein

Fall 857

Mister Ambassador,

I am married now - since the summer.

Leave it in the past, Mr. Ambassador.

Hopefully, you can continue to write me as a friend and not as a lover.

Thank you,

Mrs. Y/N Abe

Dear Mrs. Abe,

Oh, forgive me for defending my honor. I can't have you on the other side of the world trashing my character. I was hurt by my initial assumption - that you haven't confirmed.

Congratulations.

Does your husband still want to work with the Alliance? How is Anahg - from the view of someone living there? There is an opening if your husband is still interested. Negotiations with Marley are taking somewhat of a positive turn. I don't think they're completely on our side but with the help of Hizuru, we'll reach common ground.

I've been courting here and there but nothing's stuck.

I don't mind being your friend, but that also may mean that I'll stop my correspondence.

Jean Kirstein, Alliance Peace Ambassador

Mister Ambassador,

What assumption do I have to confirm? Do you want me to be direct?

Thinking of you reminds me of what followed. The confusion and loss I felt. And the loneliness.

But, Mr. Ambassador Kirstein, ever since you've written me, when my husband is out doing his work and I'm alone, I find myself, regretfully, thinking about you and those nights before you left. And I hate it...and enjoy it. I hate it so much.

I am supposed to be loyal to my husband and yet here you are. What are the odds that you'd reenter my life? And you're not even physically by my side. I crave you. I'd do anything to have you in my proximity one more.

But for the sake of my image and my marriage, leave it in the past.

Mrs. Y/N Abe

Mrs. Abe,

Thank you for your honesty. It truly is a shame that your husband and my work are limitations. If things were in my control, I'd stop writing this letter and would be on my way to Anahg to satisfy you once more. I owe you a proper apology after my absence all these years.

I want to honor you and forget everything happened but it seems impossible now. Can you really go back to your normal life, being Mr. Sebas Abe's wife, after what you've just confessed to me?

Please, call me Jean.

Jean Kirstein, Peace Ambassador