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Oh nothing, just noble!reader killing her asshole husband to be with knight!Jason and he's a lil fucked up so he goes absolutely feral over it and wife's her up immediately, earning praise from all other nobels and royalty because he got the poor widow out of her lonely misery.
That's all <3
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winters widow | prologue
Summary: In the land of Avengard, House Romanoff's future hinges on the three sisters: Natasha, Yelena, and you. Their paths intertwine with power, heritage, and alliances. A tale of familial duty and the complexities of the kingdom's fate.
Warning: Mentions of forced marriage. Swords/Blades.
Word Count: 743
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In the land of Avengard, your house stood tall as one of the Greats. House Romanoff was revered and feared in equal measure. Their lineage, storied and ancient, bore the weight of triumphs and tragedy. A true testament to the unwavering strength and indomitable spirit. Yet, as the sun was setting over an age of male dominance, your House found itself at a crossroads, the legacy hinging on the shoulders of three formidable sisters.
Natasha, your eldest sister, was the beacon of resilience and cunning. Her beauty was only matched by her lethal intellect, and it was those qualities that sealed her fate. She was to be betrothed to Prince Steven Rogers, the future King of Avengard. Promising stability and power, the union would create an alliance that would see House Romanoff’s influence grow stronger within the kingdom.
“Do you ever feel the weight of it all, Natasha?” you asked, as you stood on the balcony overlooking the sprawling lands of Belova.
Her red hair flowed in the evening breeze, and she turned to you with a knowing smile. “Every day, sister. Yet, it’s a burden we were born to bear and, we will bear it with pride and strength.”
“Do you trust him?” you ventured, your voice barely a whisper as your mind wandered.
“Prince Steven? With my life,” your sister replied without hesitation. “He understands duty as we do. We will forge a new, brighter path for this kingdom.”
Yelena, the middle child, possessed an independence as fierce as her heart of unyielding fire. She would remain in Belova, the seat of House Romanoff. In time becoming the First Lady and head of the house. Her presence in Belova ensured that the Romanoff name would endure and thrive. Her leadership was destined to carve a new chapter in their history.
“I still think staying here is a curse,” Yelena muttered as she sharpened the blade of her sword. “While you two get to roam the kingdoms, I’m stuck managing this place.”
Natasha laughed softly. “Someone has to keep the home fires burning. And, who better than you, Yelena? You have the strength to keep Belova safe and prosperous.”
“And you,” Yelena playfully pointed her blade at you, “you get to be married off to House Barnes. I hear their heir is quite the enigma.”
And then, there was you. The youngest of the sisters, known for your gentle heart and compassion that touched all who know you. Your path led you to the loyal House Barnes, The most steadfast supporters of the crown. Your marriage to their only male heir, James Barnes, was not merely a union of families but a binding of fates. He was to be the future hand of the king, however he was as enigmatic as he was loyal. His past is shrouded in mystery and his future is entwined with the throne.
“I wonder what James is like,” you mused aloud one night.
Nashasa chuckled. “From what I’ve heard, he’s as loyal as they come. However, sister, he’s been through much. You’ll have to be patient with him.”
You nodded understandly. “I want to make sure he feels respected, and comfortable with me around.”
Natasha placed a reassuring hand over yours. “You have a compassionate nature, a kind heart, dear sister. James will appreciate that.”
The day grew shorted and the night's longer as the lands of Avengard trembled with whispered changes. Alliances form in the halls of power, determining the fate of the realm. The Romanoff sisters stood poised in this intricate dance of power and destiny. Their legacies were forever changed by the crown and the blood-soaked soil of their home.
“Do you remember the stories Mother used to tell us?” Yelena asked. “About the ancient queens of Avengard?”
“How could I forget?” Natasha said, her eyes distant as she looked toward the horizon. “She always believed we were destined for greatness.”
“Greatness or tragedy,” Yelena added, her voice softening. “The line between the two is often thin.”
“Then we’ll have to make sure we land on the right side,” Natasha replied firmly. “For the honor of our House.”
Determination burnt in your heart as you looked out upon the sprawled lands of Belova. The journey ahead was fraught with danger, but you were ready. The destiny of House Romanoff depended upon it. Guided by the love for your family and the commitment to your noble house, you were prepared to face whatever awaited.
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Imagine Shanks sneaking into a masquerade ball of the nobles to meet you...
Imagine Shanks sneaking into a masquerade ball of the nobles to meet you.
He had to see you again, one glance from the distance was enough to make him crazy for you. At least according to Ben, Shanks would say he was just curious.
There's nothing wrong with being fascinated by a beautiful person, or crashing a party uninvited, or stealing some stuff while they are there...
Okay, there's nothing wrong with the that if you are a pirate. Practically kidnapping the object of his desires? Now, that might be a little bit of a crazy thing to do...
#gn!reader#gender neutral reader#noble!reader#royal!reader#shanks#opla shanks#opla shanks x reader#shanks opla#shanks x reader#shanks x you#red haired shanks#akagami no shanks#red hair shanks#shanks imagine#my stuff#my fics
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Hello, how are you doing? Can I please request an hurt/comfort angelico x reader in which a reader that is usually stoic and cold to people in public suddenly cries after an event happens in which they thought they would lose him? As in, reader just walks up to him and starts sobbing in the middle of a hallway. It would be interesting to see his reaction to an action so out of character, considering this reader usually dislikes showing affection unless in private. Perhaps after this event, the reader could start suddenly showing affection and clinginess towards him openly for the first time. The bafflement of other characters (pureblood club, teachers, etc) could also be added.
Lose” may refer to either a grievous injury or simply a possible breakup, the choice is yours.
Hello hello, i am feeling good, thank You for asking, how are You feeling sweet thing?
Your idea is amazing and i hope i did it justice, and that You like it!
Please enjoy!
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No one ever saw you feel.
Not the students who whispered in awe and fear as you passed with your unflinching gaze. Not the teachers who noted your silence and precision in everything you did. Not even the Pureblood Club, who had long theorized you might be a statue someone enchanted with sentience.
You were quiet. Cold. Impossibly composed.
Except with Angelico Fra.
Even then, it was in shadows. Private corners. Hidden glances. A brush of fingers when no one was watching, a murmur against his throat when night wrapped you both in secrecy. He understood the boundaries, never pushed. He liked the way you broke apart just for him.
Which is why the sight of you running—truly running—through the marble halls of the Clan Mansion with eyes wide and frantic, nearly knocked the breath from his lungs.
He had barely stepped past the medical wing’s threshold. A shallow wound from a cursed blade. Nothing fatal. Inconvenient at worst. But word had traveled fast, and somehow, you’d believed the worst.
You spotted him and stopped.
Then, with that same terrifying composure, you walked. Slow, measured steps. But your hands trembled.
“Hey—” Angelico’s voice was rough with exhaustion and surprise.
And then you collapsed into him.
There was no grace in it—just desperation, your arms wrapping around his torso so tightly it hurt. Your face buried in his chest. And then, without warning, your cold, perfect mask shattered into raw sobs.
It silenced the corridor.
Hoyle, Murrow, even Fred had been mid-conversation nearby. Every Pureblood Club member froze. Teachers paused. One student dropped their book.
Angelico stiffened for only a breath.
Then his arms folded around you immediately, protectively, like instinct. His hand came to the back of your head, and his voice softened in a way no one had heard before.
“I’m here,” he murmured. “Hey—shhh, I’m okay.”
You didn’t answer. You just held him.
Pressed into him like you could anchor your soul there. You trembled, breath hitching, and he realized that nothing about this moment aligned with the you he thought he knew—and yet, somehow, it felt exactly right.
It was as if your heart had decided the rules no longer mattered.
When your sobs quieted into quiet tears against his shirt, Angelico pulled you aside, into a darker alcove, shielding you from the stares. His thumb brushed your cheek, wiping away what he could.
“I thought I lost you,” you whispered, voice shaking. “I thought—when they said you’d gone down—”
“I didn’t,” he promised. “I wouldn’t. I told you. I’m too annoying to die.”
That made you let out a wet, broken laugh against him, and he kissed the crown of your head, still holding you like you were something sacred.
But the aftermath was almost stranger.
Because from that day forward… you changed.
Gone were the walls, at least around him. You started to link your arm with his in hallways. Let your fingers rest against his shoulder in meetings. Sat beside him without the usual three inches of calculated space. You even—gasp—laughed in public when he teased you.
And every time someone stared, baffled, you simply looked back, unbothered, as if daring them to say something.
The Pureblood Club had theories. Many.
“Has she been possessed?” Murrow whispered.
“No,” Hoyle said grimly. “Worse. She’s in love.”
Angelico, of course, basked in it.
He kept his arm around your shoulders at all times now. Called you “my cold little tempest” with a pleased purr when you rolled your eyes and leaned into him anyway.
And sometimes, when you passed by the hall where it had happened, your grip on his hand would tighten just a little.
And he would squeeze back.
Because he remembered that moment too.
Not the shock, not the tears—but the way you had broken, completely, utterly, for him.
And he would spend forever proving to you that he was worth every fractured piece.
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.
The quiet had settled in long ago. The kind of hush that only comes when the world is asleep, or when two people choose stillness over words.
You lay against him, your head resting on his chest, listening to the steady beat beneath his skin. His arm was curled around you, fingertips tracing absent shapes along your spine. You could feel it—his thoughts, churning quietly, always buried deep behind that smirk and polished charm.
But tonight, there was no teasing in his voice. No performance.
Only truth.
“You know…” he murmured, voice low and oddly vulnerable, “I always thought… if someone ever saw me like that—wounded, weak—it’d be my father. Or Raphael. Or maybe Hoyle, by accident.”
His fingers paused against your back.
“But it was you. You were the first.”
You didn’t move, but your breath caught.
“I didn’t think you’d cry for me,” he admitted. “I didn’t think… anyone would.”
You slowly lifted your head, propping yourself on his chest. His green eyes didn’t meet yours right away, as if afraid of how soft he’d become under your touch.
“I grew up learning how to wear masks,” he went on, quieter now. “Not just for my father. For the world. For everyone. You love me, you love the mask. That’s how it usually goes.”
Your hands cupped his face gently, coaxing him to look at you. When he finally did, you leaned in, resting your forehead against his.
“I don’t love your mask,” you whispered. “I love you. The one underneath. The one who talks too much when he’s tired, who pretends to be annoyed when I hold him too long, but secretly melts into it.”
A breath of a laugh escaped him.
“You're not supposed to figure that out.”
“And you’re not supposed to carry everything alone.”
He closed his eyes, forehead still pressed to yours, like the weight of your words had cracked something inside him.
“I’m not good at this,” he whispered. “Being cared for.”
“Then I’ll show you,” you promised softly. “Every day. No matter who’s watching. I don’t care if the world stares, Angelico. I’m not going to hide how much I love you.”
There it was again—silence.
But not the hollow kind. This was a fullness. A promise. A shared breath between hearts no longer hiding.
He pulled you into him again, tighter than before. His voice brushed against your ear, tender and just a little raw.
“Then I guess I’ll have to get used to it,” he murmured. “Because I’m not letting you go. Not after that.”
And that night, beneath flickering candlelight and silent stars outside the window, Angelico Fra—the pureblood noble, the golden heir with sharp eyes and sharper wit—let himself be vulnerable in the arms of the one person he could finally trust with his truth.
You.
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Angelico stood like a statue beside his father, arms behind his back, the perfect portrait of nobility. His posture was rigid, jaw set, the slight downturn of his lips the only visible crack in his polished, carefully constructed mask.
Gerhard Fra, seated beside him, had been droning in that calm, low tone of his about Clan politics, minor border disputes, and noble expectations. Angelico nodded at the right moments, gave the expected “Yes, Father,” and hadn’t blinked once in ten minutes.
Then you walked in.
The hall was quiet — too quiet — and the sound of your heels echoed, soft and deliberate. You wore something new, a dress tailored for both grace and danger. It didn't neceserly clung in all the right places, It was Simply You, Something usual, that looked beautiful, because You were wearing It.
Angelico’s breath hitched. Barely noticeable.
Except Gerhard noticed.
He didn't even try to recover. Not when his father subtly glared at him
The perfect son, the heir, the gilded vampire prince turned to putty before your very eyes. His shoulders lowered, tension melting. That practiced indifference in his expression shattered like glass.
“You’re trying to kill me,” he breathed, almost reverently.
Gerhard blinked.
Then Angelico crossed the room in three long strides, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you in flush against him. He buried his face against your neck, his voice lowering to a velvet murmur.
“Do you have any idea what that dress is doing to me, angel mio? I’m about to make a scene that will put shame to Clan diplomacy—”
You laughed softly, hand resting on his chest. “And what would your father say?”
“I don’t care,” he said, loud enough for the entire hall to hear. “He can close his eyes.”
Gerhard Fra, still seated at the table, blinked again, slowly.
Then he sighed.
“...I see now why you’ve been useless in meetings lately.”
Angelico didn’t even look up. “Busy,” he said into your shoulder, trailing kisses up your neck.
“Clearly,” Gerhard muttered, rubbing his temples.
“Distracted,” Angelico added smugly, kissing your cheek now, hands absolutely not where they should be in a formal hall.
You smiled sweetly at Gerhard. “Sorry, Lord Fra.”
Gerhard gave a long-suffering sigh, stood up, and left without another word, muttering under his breath:
“I trained a strategist, not a slave to silk and perfume…”
Angelico barely noticed. You were in his arms, and the rest of the world could burn.
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(This is a first time trying to write anything kinda COD related)
You ride through the town feeling weary, this last political outing had been more than tiresome and you were ready to be back at the manor and curled up in your own bed. So when carriage lurched to a stop you already felt a groan leaving your lips before you heard the commotion. There was yelling and you could hear your own guards shouting.
Curiosity had always been your weakness.
You lean to look from the carriage window and see a giant of a man being beat in the street. Your own guards are trying to clear the path so that you might safely reach your manor but another man with a switch seems enraged and unwilling to move.
The man you could only describe as a giant is on his knees, his arms up, trying to cover his head from potential blows.
The scene causes anger to bubble into your chest and despite your handmaiden's warning you step from the carriage with your head held high and a tight expression.
"What is the meaning of all this?"
The man with the switch stops arguing seeing you and ducks his head. "Just putting some things to rights my lady, I apologize for causing you delay."
"And what exactly are you putting into right?" Your gaze lingers over the man on his knees.
"My purchased help is anything but. He has broken many of the projects I've had him handle. He does not learn, a beating is the only language he knows, the only one we have in common."
"So you intend to mistreat your help in public?"
"He ran my lady. I used good money to purchase help and I won't let him just leave and waste that."
Anger festered. Lashing a man in the street was something you wouldn't stand for.
"And you would behave this way in public, in my town?"
His eyes widened. "My lady I swear to you I'm only doing what is necessary. He can't listen and when I'm lax he feels he can do as he wants."
"I have been gone from this town for to long then. I didn't realise the rules of decency were changed in my absence. Because here you are doing as you wish while my attention was lax. Should I treat you as you have treated him?" You gesture to the man.
The certifiable giant had slowly stood to his feet while this exchange was taking place. He seemed uncomfortable not just from the lashing but also from the attention of everyone around the square.
The man dropped his switch as he stammered. "I am allowed to oversee my property as I see fit."
"And I am allowed to oversee my town and it's citizens as I see fit. You said you purchased this man?"
He stammered more before telling you yes.
"How much?"
"What does..."
You cut him off. "How much? I intend to take him off your hands, since you are unable to control him and he is unhelpful to you. So how much? I will purchase him for the same amount you originally paid."
Your tone and expression leave no negotiation and you leave a guard to settle up with the man. You step towards the hurt man and gently tuck his arm in yours. He looks down at you with suspension, his slightly wavy locks stick to his forehead. You tug him towards your carriage and wave off the concern your guards give at your actions.
"Come we'll get you cleaned up and taken care of."
He mutters something in a language you don't know.
"Ah. I see." You speak to him with a soft voice as you coax him into the carriage behind you, propriety be scorned.
Your handmaiden eyes you and chastises your recklessness. But you ignore her and continue to speak assurances to the man that has to hunch awkwardly to fit in the seat across from you both. Even if he can't understand your words hopefully he can understand your tone.
When the man seems less unsure you try to learn his name. You point to yourself and say your name and then point to Lucy, your handmaiden and say her name. You repeat this a few times and then gesture to him.
He seems to understand what you want and simply says, "König."
Part 1/?
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Ok Barnes & Nobles. I see you.
[ID: A photo of a bookshelf where volume 1 of the Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint graphic novel is on display with a label card that says "This one doesn't have guns." under it. End ID]
#orv#omniscient reader's viewpoint#barnes and noble#I WAS STANDING THERE GIGGLING FOR A HOT SECOND#orv live action
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Charming the Tyrant Emperor
A new isekai story from me? I know, bonkers! Actually inspired by the blurb I read on an actual isekai manga/manhwa/etc. BUT I liked the idea enough that I didn't read the story so I could write my own yandere version of it, hope you guys enjoy it ♥
Characters: Yandere!Emperor x Isekai!Fem!Reader
Warnings: Yandere, Forced Marriage Trope, Isekai Trope, Depiction of War, Violence, Attempted Murder (not from or on the reader)
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Sighing, you put down the packaging of the game you just loaded up, having hoped it would give you any clue about what it was all about.
A dark, black box with only the game's title imprinted on it—Fated Encounters—was as helpful as a blindfold in the streets. Thus, you threw it over your shoulder, hearing it plop onto your bed as you stared back at the character creation screen you had worked on for a while.
You had to admit, your character was really damn cute, from the pretty eyes to the custom outfit you put together. But at the same time, not knowing what the game was all about, it was hard to decide what was needed now: stats.
"Weird game," you mumbled, feeling slightly irritated at the lack of direction you had received. The friend who told you about it had simply called it "the best game I have ever played" before leaving you behind at the game store after having pushed the box into your hand. They felt very off lately, but you didn't know why. So you thought maybe if you played their favorite game, you could get them out of their shell and to spend time with you again.
Naturally, you could play it safe and just put an equal amount of points in all the stats, but where was the fun in that? You didn't know what occupation your main character had and had no idea what alignment you wanted them to have throughout the run, so you were like a stranded whale when choosing the right stats—utterly helpless.
And out of frustration about it, you decided to say fuck it.
Pressing the button of your controller, you held it until all of the points you were given went into charisma. Who needed strength, magic, defense, and health when you could simply talk your way out of every dangerous situation? Make everyone believe you were innocent and sweet while dodging the possible bullets. With your lack of knowledge about the game, it was the best choice, and if you liked the game, you could still revisit it with better stats next time!
Clicking 'start' almost excited you as you waited for the screen to change from black to an intro cutscene, but instead, another confirmation popped up, asking you, "Are you sure you want to proceed with these choices? Note: All choices have consequences."
"Ominous," you chuckled before hitting the confirmation again. The game made a small sound of acceptance before it finally turned black and stayed this way. Seconds passed, and you started to press all buttons, up, down, left, and right, until finally, you gave up, accepting that all your hard work creating this character had just been in vain, as your system must have frozen.
Frustrated, you forced a manual shut-down of your game system, discarding the controller somewhere on the table before getting up and letting yourself fall head-first into the mattress. What a stupid idea this was, you thought to yourself as you felt the hard box of the game poke your stomach. Anger unleashed upon the poor box as you yanked it out and discarded it on the floor, instant regret overcoming you as you hoped it wasn't broken so you could return the game.
You would definitely not go through all this work again to play it.
No way!
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You awoke to the sounds of screaming.
Bellowing voices were all around you, yelling at one another, grunting, despairing. The ground beneath you shook with ferocity as the bangs of explosions hit you from both sides, barely shielded by the ringing in your ears. Alerted, you pushed your hands into the surface beneath you and felt your fingers dig into what felt like loose earth or sand while you tried to focus. What had happened? You only just fell asleep after being so frustrated with the game you couldn't play. Why had the atmosphere changed so drastically?
Gripping your head, a surge of pain went through you, a nasty gash on your forehead wetting your palm. The red was striking even through your blurred vision as you gazed at your hand, and reality was still hard to grasp as your senses suddenly cleared, letting in the unmistakable sounds of war all around you.
Hastily, you looked around, trying to focus on one thing and all at the same time. This place didn't look like your home at all! There was neither a bed nor your gaming setup around that clearly marked it as your room. Instead, you saw dirt everywhere, flames rising from bushes and trees, and the worst part—bodies.
Countless humanoid bodies lay in the dirt, the ground stained with what could only be blood. Most were face down, arrows sticking from their backs, spears slammed through the armor some of them wore. Some of their heads were rolled to the side, staring at you lifelessly, and for some reason, you were overcome by guilt, as if it had been your fault they died. You grabbed yourself by the arms as you were overcome by the horror, finally realizing you were on some battlefield, wounded and terrified, with no idea how you got there.
Had your country been attacked while you slept? How could you have not noticed it? Where was your family, why did these bodies look so medieval? What the hell was going on?!
Next to you, another person stirred, clad in black armor and clearly in pain. You crawled over to the knight, helm covering his face while he clutched his side.
"Hey! Hey, stay calm!" you called out to him, and he jerked at your voice, probably just as scared as you were. "It's going to be alright," you assured him, looking his body over for wounds until you noticed the gaping opening his hand tried to press down on.
"It's okay," you kept assuring him, hoping he wouldn't notice the wavering in your voice. You had no idea if it would be okay or not. Honestly, it looked pretty bad for him. All you knew was that one should press down on wounds to stop the bleeding, and although you felt bad, you put more pressure on top of the knight's hand, hoping that would help.
"Why..." he grunted, and you gulped.
"We have to stop the bleeding so we can get you to someone who can help! A-A doctor... healer, something like that! I don't know, I'm sorry! This is all so strange, I have no idea what's going on! I'm doing my best! I just don't know what to do! I'm so so sorry!"
Your whole body was wracked with shivers as you tried to assist and help this person somehow when the sound of his voice suddenly cut through your panic in a way you didn't expect.
He chuckled.
"No, why would you help me?"
"You're hurt..." you whispered in response, saying it before thinking clearly.
"It's war. Would you not want your enemy to be hurt?" he asked, his voice lightening with curiosity. Even if the concept of war was so unfamiliar, only known through stories and history to someone like you, you understood that he meant that hurt and death were inevitable when two sides clashed. Still, it meant very little to you, who couldn't bear these thoughts even though you had to have them.
"War is awful! No one deserves to be in pain or die!" you sobbed, tears having collected in your eyes. This wasn't the right moment for your pity party; after all, this man was probably as good as dead. Yet here you were, making it about yourself and your stupid, conflicted feelings. But this guy was perhaps the same as you, lying in the dirt, scared and frightened. You didn't want the closest thing to an ally you had, to die miserably.
"I don't want this! I don't want you to die! I don't care if you're my enemy! You deserve to live and be happy! Enjoy your life, eat good food, and be in love with someone who loves you just the same! It's not fair! No one should have to die in vain!" you yelled, and it took him a moment before he laughed softly, rolling his head over the ground.
"Your Highness, get away!" someone yelled, the voice clear and strangely familiar as the black knight next to you suddenly rose from his early grave. Even though you both sat on the ground, he towered over you, the shining black of his armor looming like death incarnate. His hand reached up towards your face but instead caught your wrist from where it had touched him. You jolted in surprise, his grip crushing as it wrapped around you. Gasping out in pain, an arrow suddenly came swooshing through the air, cutting close enough to the knight's grip on you that you could feel the wind on your exposed skin around your hand, tearing you out of your fear and pain.
For a moment, his grip softened, and this time, your body responded perfectly, yanking yourself out of his hold and toppling back. It was neither elegant nor careful. It hurt as your elbows crashed onto the ground, your lower back taking most of the blow, but at least you were a few inches away from that strange knight.
Strong arms hooked underneath your body, the presence of many people surrounding you as you were lifted from the ground swiftly. You heard all sorts of armor clanking and clicking as people moved around, but even more so, you were forced to listen to the blood-curdling screams of soldiers being struck down right in front of you.
Was it the black knight or the ones now crowding around you? All of the people here wore silver plates, but you could only see hints of black through the gaps in their formation.
"Your Highness, you need to leave right now! It's too dangerous to remain here!" the soldier that held you from behind yelled over the screams, and without asking for permission, your hand was once again gripped by a bigger one, dragging you after him as he ran.
More knights closed in as you two stumbled in the opposite direction, shouting and attacking enemies behind you while you stumbled over your feet, trying to keep up. Hand lodged tightly in the iron grip of the knight, he didn't look back as he made his way through the soldiers, almost as if his mission wasn't fighting but rather fleeing.
Not so much you. Somehow, you couldn't shake off the need to look back, to assure yourself, to see something you weren't yet in the place to judge.
There he stood amongst the silver knights, flames reflecting in the brilliance of his black armor. You had been sure he had been severely wounded. Yet, he swung around his battle axe effortlessly, striking down the soldiers one after the other as if they were no match for him.
"Hurry, your Highness!" the soldier yelled, tugging you forward repeatedly as the black knight's head appeared to look up. He met your gaze in a bizarre look as it was covered in his helmet, yet you could feel his eyes drilling into you, fixating on yours while he was being attacked.
It was you who had to break the strange eye contact as you were suddenly gripped by your hips and unceremoniously lifted into the air, falling into a saddle on top of a nervously stomping horse. Reigns shoved into your hands, you yelled out in surprise as the animal took off, no regard to its rider's condition, and you could only cling to the reigns and saddle as it gallopped of to who-knows-where.
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"He keeps advancing towards us, showing no signs of stopping."
"He won't stop no matter how much gold and resources we promised him! Open your eyes, Minister! It's not like he spared any of the cities he rode through during his conquest! They don't call him the "cruel tyrant" for nothing!"
Many men shouted angrily around the large table, making their panic and frustration known as they discussed how to stop the tyrannical approach of the new emperor who reigned over even his own vassal state. From small ministers to military captains, no one knew what to do, and the pressure threatened to overcome all of them. The crown on your head still felt as heavy as the first time they forced you to wear it—unfamiliar, not right. They called you their Queen, yet you didn't feel royal at all.
Because you weren't, you were an imposter.
For all you knew, you had taken over some noble's body while they were attacked by the emperor's forces. That noble turned out to be of quite a high standing, putting you into this awful position of ruling a queendom. No matter how much you asked for information from the people around you, they'd give you weird looks, expecting you to know the answers to your own questions. Still, you couldn't exactly tell them you weren't that person either, not knowing what they'd do with you if that were to happen.
And it was all that stupid game's fault.
You had no idea how this could have possibly happened. "Isekai" was only ever a concept you had seen in stories and games. But when you sat in front of a mirror for the first time, you immediately remembered the face that looked back at you—the character you had created. The disconnect to your body was severe and real; no matter how much you rubbed your face and grimaced at your reflection (the maid giving you apprehensive glances), you had to eventually accept that this body was who you were. Things still didn't make sense, but you tried your best in the new role, although it never felt right.
"If only someone had killed the emperor when they had the chance," one of the ministers noted with a dramatic sigh. All eyes fell on you for just a short moment, making you cower. You couldn't have known! That's what you kept telling yourself. He technically told you he was your enemy, but how would you have known that without playing the game? But you doubted you could have really killed the black knight—the emperor—even if someone had told you that he was your mortal enemy. Even if your body was that of the monarch under attack by the emperor, you didn't have a sword and much less the will to kill someone.
However, your hesitation made you look incapable in everyone else's eyes.
Now, you didn't just have to deal with the upcoming attack—your head still throbbing from the gash whenever you thought about the war—you were also scrutinized by everyone for failing to protect them from the emperor's advances. It was a lot to handle for someone so wholly underprepared as you were. This wasn't your life, but for them, it was all they had ever known.
The door being suddenly thrown open saved you from yet again explaining why you didn't kill the emperor when you had the chance. Why you let him live despite "knowing" who he was. All eyes fell on the butler standing in the doorway, panting heavily, holding up a letter and fanning it in the air with urgency.
"Your Highness!" he yelled through despite the lack of hair. "A letter arrived! A letter from... from... the emperor!"
Gasps went through the rows of people as the one closest to the door jumped up, ripping the letter from the butler and opening it. Some ministers gave each other worried looks, and some stretched their heads towards the one reading the letter as if to see better.
Suddenly, the minister rejoiced, laughing out loudly, and you were uncertain if that was a good or bad sign. He did sound indignant, but at the same time, he seemed to have just solved all the worries in the world.
"An alliance! The emperor wants a marriage alliance with us!"
People sprung from their seats as they cheered, although some of the older ones sent worried glances towards you. "The war is over!" someone yelled, and more of them fell into a chant as they danced around the table. But could it really be that easy?
"Uhm, I'm sorry?" you called out, gathering the attention of those still seated. "The emperor wants to marry who?"
Now, all the eyes were back on you as the cheers died down. The letter was passed towards you, the oldest, wisest minister at your right looking it over, adjusting his monocle to read it properly. Sputtering a little, he lowered the paper again, leaning forward and reaching for your hand, cupping it gently, encouragingly. Yet, you didn't feel comforted at all.
"That would be you, your Highness."
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Still as the dead, you stood in the forest clearing, waiting. Everyone around you was tense as they waited for the emperor's delegation. But you were long past nervosity. Between the letter and the arranged date to hand you over to the emperor's delegation were months of tears and training.
You tried to revolt and make the people understand that you couldn't possibly marry him! But it all fell on deaf ears when you screamed and raged. Rumors had reached you of how he had killed potential spouses for less. How this was all a facade and how the emperor would still ruthlessly conquer the land that had made you its ruler and then kill you to mock them on top of it. And you had shed many, many tears pleading for your life. Almost everyone had cried with you, chastizing you while their own hearts broke, taking pity on you, and comforting you.
But to these people, you were the only hope they had.
Perhaps you would have conducted yourself more gracefully if you had been their real queen. Accepting your fate and enduring the strict training needed to ensure you were perfect for the emperor. When you asked them to stop pleadingly, they would. But after a brief rest, you were forced to train again, your muscle memory of very little help when all the etiquette wasn't good enough for the empire's standards. It was while you were training that you finally understood something.
Every choice had consequences.
The game had warned you before starting and freezing on you. If you acted up, threw tantrums, raged, and went against what the people wanted, you got nowhere. But instead, if you sympathized with them, asked nicely, and conducted yourself well, you got everything you wanted. Giving them what they desired always ended in you getting your will. All points in charm, right?
So, if you wanted to survive, then you had to find out what the emperor desired. Quickly.
All of your senses were in survival mode, making you seem graceful and dignified while you waited, going through countless scenarios in your head. If he wanted money, you'd tell him how to construct something lucrative from your world. If he wished to reign the world, you'd offer him to conduct peace treaties in his name, having to charm more people so they'd agree. You had devised a solution to almost every problem when birds flew out of the trees, alerted by the incoming caravan.
On your way to the empire, you'd listen intently to the delegate to be prepared. Everything would be fine. You could do it. All points in charm would help you! You had trained yourself for this and made sure you were more aware of people. Everything would be fine!
But you didn't expect to see the black armor that haunted your dreams to lead the delegation, the emperor himself arriving before you the moment his horse stepped out into the clearing.
You drew in your breath sharply before bowing deeply as his horse came to a halt in front of you while your heart raced. The clattering of armor took you back to the war, your body wincing with trauma. You weren't prepared for this, his heavy footsteps shaking your resolve as they approached. Some maids gasped in horror, the soldiers on your side readying their weapons to defend you.
How could they? Everyone knew what he was capable of!
But they loved you too much to not defend you with their life if they had to. So you remained low—for their sake, too. Until a hand reached beneath your chin, cold metal clinging to your skin as your head was lifted, forcing you to face your worst fear.
With you standing straight again, he still towered above you, much like when you met him on the battlefield. His touch lingered as he reached around his head with his free hand, pulling off his helmet. His looks hadn't been much of a surprise as the emperor had sent you his painting along with countless presents once the deal was made. But still. He was devilishly handsome for such a cruel man, with hair as black as his armor and eyes as red as only the fiend could have.
"There you are," he murmured, only meant for your ears. "I've been waiting for this."
"So have I," you replied quickly, not wanting to disgruntle him at the first meeting despite your voice wavering with fear. It wasn't the ideal situation—perhaps there never would be one—but your plan was still solid: find out what he desired and force him to keep you alive to get it.
His gaze shifted from one of your eyes to the other, searching for a lie. But it wasn't. Ever since you realized you couldn't change the fate that was to befall you, only sweeten it, you had waited for the day you'd meet him.
Pleased with his findings, or the lack thereof, his lips cracked into a wide grin, befitting of the cruel tyrant as it paired well with the glint in his eyes to reveal only madness. So far, it had gone well, but you couldn't count on his mood appearing to be favorable. He was as unpredictable as his strategies on the battlefield; that much you had learned already about him. To further fall into his good graces was all you could do.
"I was surprised about your proposal," you spoke calmly, putting some of those charms to work. Reaching up, you pulled the emperor's hand from your chin, instead cupping his palm over your cheek and holding it there. The emperor watched every one of your moves with curious interest, probably expecting you to try and kill him at any given time as well. Almost, you two were alike like this.
"I didn't expect you to want--"
"You."
You forced a grin, chuckling curtly, and his expression sank slightly. "Yes, me. Why me? Why not someone from the empire or the other states? What could you want with little ol' me?"
Lips curled back even more, showing off teeth that seemed almost predatorily sharp before the emperor suddenly burst into laughter, doubling over while still holding your face in his palm. The soldiers around you two were completely taken aback at the emperor's sudden outburst, inching closer while some backed away in fear. He regained his composure quickly, though, bringing his other hand up to cup your face fully now between them as he chuckled, inspecting your face thoroughly.
"You have such a refreshing way of speaking, my dear. Unlike any other noble I've ever met. And I could just eat you up for it." His thumb loosened from the side of his hand, rubbing over your cheeks gently. The metal left a cold smear on your skin, but you forced yourself not to react to it, holding his gaze firmly while you feared that looking away could be your death sentence.
"But that was not the reason," he clarified, and you gave him a small nod, indicating that it was fine with you. "It was what you said on the battlefield. That you didn't want me to die. Me. Do you know how many of our peers disagree on that? Do you know how many I have beheaded for less than wishing for my death?"
"I do not."
He stared at you with this maddening smile on his lips before the emperor's expression suddenly softened, his thumb returning to caress your cheek. "Good," he sighed, sounding almost relieved. "I don't want to scare you. Very well then."
Letting his hands fall from your face, you still didn't feel like grasping the situation completely, but you didn't hold on to him, watching instead as he hiked up his pants, adjusting the armor over his legs before taking a knee in front of you. Everyone—including his side of soldiers—gasped, but the emperor paid them no mind. The boon of the strongest must have been that no matter what he did, he couldn't care less about the opinions of others, and he made it very clear, asking silently for your hand by presenting his own.
There was no reason to refuse him, so you placed yours into his palm, letting it linger as he reached upwards, pushing back the sleeve on your arm. His grip tightened as the bruises you had suffered from your training were exposed, face falling as he looked at the damaged goods that you felt like. Panic rose as you feared his anger, and you quickly reached over to push down the fabric again when his eyes fell from the wounds to yours, overpowering you and pushing the sleeve out of the way.
"I promise to take you as my spouse," he announced solemnly, leaning down to kiss the back of your head.
"To love and honor you, as will you, me," his lips wandered upwards as he muttered the words, kissing the small specks of bruises littering your arm.
"Not to hurt or trouble you," he looked up, lips curling into a cheeky grin as he lightly bit your arm, making you gasp before adding much more quietly, "Unless you like it."
"And protect you until my dying breath."
Finalizing his oath, the emperor quickly got up again, smiling at you like a child on Christmas. You had no idea what kind of awkwardness lay in your own expression, but when he offered his arm, proceeding with the handover, you barely hesitated to link yours with his. As if this new life wasn't surreal enough, you didn't understand his character at all. Was he a terrible tyrant or a kind husband in the making? Mad or simply living up to what people expected of him? Searching for comfort in you or planning something devious and evil?
But before you could ponder these thoughts, you heard a sudden commotion behind your back, making you look back only to see one of your soldiers break out of the protective formation and charge toward your new husband with a dagger raised.
"Die, you monster!" he yelled, aiming for the emperor's back. However, your husband twisted around without letting your arm fall, catching the dagger in his free hand. "Careful," he grumbled. "You could hurt my wife with that."
With a strong yank that you only saw, not felt, the emperor discarded the dagger, his soldiers crowding in and grabbing your knight, kicking his knee until he was doubled over. With an appalled gasp, you detached from your husband's arm, but he caught your hand, pressing his palm to yours and linking your fingers forcefully, every one of his movements deliberate, yet no less oppressing, as if to make a point.
"Tell me what to do with the traitor, my Love," your husband asked, eerily asking for your opinion. You gulped, the life of the knight weighing heavy on your mind like the crown. Looking at the emperor, he was waiting patiently for your decision, but you knew he had no intentions of letting this knight live, and you gulped. You had to survive. You had to put yourself first, even if it hurt.
"I don't want any more bloodshed. It makes me feel terrible," you whispered, looking away in defeat. "But I understand if its what you have to do."
All you had was your charm. You could have pleaded for the knight's life, but if it wasn't what the emperor wanted, you wouldn't convince him and risk your own. The words left you with a heavy heart, but it was the best you could do for yourself. You had to save yourself if you wanted to make any change—and that was hard enough.
"Very well, then," the emperor announced suddenly, turning away from the knight that attacked him, instead wrapping your arm around his again. Confused, you looked back as your husband moved onwards towards the carriage, glimpsing the same confusion in the eyes of the other soldiers.
"You're not going to kill him?" you asked as the emperor signaled for a servant to open the door to the carriage, making sure you had a steady hold on him as he led you into the inside.
"No. You said it makes you unwell. I don't want that."
"But... why?" you asked, feeling a little stupid as you took a seat in the luxurious carriage, much better than the one your state had provided for you to travel to this spot. "Isn't that what you want?"
"Again, you ask about what I want. Is that all you care about?"
You gulped, feeling busted as you watched him climb inside right behind you, his armor making it hard to move, but he managed just fine. Still, his question felt genuine and less like he expected something, so you decided to play dumb.
"Is it not the most important thing for your wife to know?" you mumbled, the subservience in your own question almost making you gag. It was hard to throw away your values, even if, in the age of this game's setting, you had to play along unless you had the strength to rise above.
The moment he sat down, the carriage began to move, your body losing its strength at the unexpected movement. However, sturdy arms caught you, helping you to sit upright again and find the emperor's gaze on you, his expression briefly worried before it grew serious. It felt like you messed up big time, and that so shortly after meeting him, too.
But then the seriousness cracked away again as he smiled, shaking his head softly. "Ridiculous," he mumbled, his eyes flitting up to meet yours again after taking a deep breath. "I just can't be mad at you, no matter how stupid your questions are. Aren't you glad you are such a charmer?"
Yes. Very glad. Very, very glad. At least at that moment.
"Then I will say it once more," he announced. "Make sure to not forget it, as I won't repeat myself a third time."
With comical playfulness, he poked your forehead, making you scrunch up your face, and he laughed at your expression in return.
"When we were on the battlefield, and you told me you didn't want me to die, I realized I couldn't. You may have been simply pitying me or trying to be nice in my last moments, but my body was overcome with vigor as if you had commanded it not to die. That's how sincere your words felt."
He leaned back, but his eyes never left you, even as he took a break from talking to seize you up. You had an inkling that without knowing about your skills yet, all points in charms must have worked back then, too.
"Almost like you put a curse on me..." he added, eyes narrowing as he thought. Gripping your thighs, you realized that, technically, this wasn't good news. Technically, you had caused this mess. All choices had consequences, and you made one without realizing it by telling him not to die.
"You are the only one who wishes for me to live, so I knew you were the only one who could stand by me. And now look what you make of me, no more wars, no bloodshed, just as you demand. Do you know what that means now?"
"That you... want to settle down?" you mumbled, half joking, half unable to think of a better response.
"No." Again, he tapped you on the forehead, and you got a feeling it was his way of reprimanding you.
"I will do as I said, protect you, love you, honor you. As long as you are with me, I will be good. I can't promise to be peaceful all the time, but at least in front of you, I'll keep my vows, and I assume you, too, bear responsibility for taking everything I want from me and replacing it with what you want. Our encounter must have been fate, as nothing could shake me until you came along. So tell me, and I hope you took note, what do I want?"
Silence fell over you two as you tried to work through all the information you had acquired. He'd stop waging war? Would stop the bloodshed? Just because you wanted him to live and he wants to honor his vows in return? This could never undo the harm you knew he had already caused to so many, but it had the potential to better the future.
"You want..." you mumbled, thinking about what it could be. It felt as if it was on the tip of your tongue, but no matter what scenario you recalled playing through in your head, you couldn't find one that fit. No money, no territory, just something he claimed he already told you.
Your eyes widened as you realized it, and the cruel emperor's grin widened madly in response.
"Correct," he murmured, leaning forward until his lips were brushing against yours, his palm returning to cradle your cheek.
"You. I want you."
#Yandere#Yandere isekai#isekai#isekai yandere#yandere emperor#yandere!emperor#yandere noble#yandere!noble#yandere x reader#yandere x darling#yandere x you#yandere tw#yandere fanfiction#yandere scenarios#yandere headcanons#yandere drabbles#yandere oneshot#yandere stories#yandere writing#yandere imagines#OW
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Isekai’d yandere x f.reader

We’ve all heard about reader getting isekai’d into another universe and bonding with the characters, but what if it was the opposite and the yandere was isekai’d while reader’s just a background character.
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You were the mere daughter of a baron. You were pretty, yes, but nothing to gape in awe at. To summarise, you were nothing special. Then how come the heir of a grand duchy followed you around like a puppy seeking its masters attention? Especially since it was only the day earlier that he smitten with another young miss, who he’d declared with his actions was to become his future fiancée.
Yandere! Noble who suddenly approached you out of nowhere one day. You weren’t friends and had hardly ever spoken; to ask directions or work in pairs, perhaps. He was way too cheery speaking to you. It was completely out of character for him. Where did the normally stoic and unphased young man go? He was certainly not to be found here. No, this man chatted your ear off and did not understand that you wished to be left alone. It didn’t feel very safe anymore when all his admirers glared daggers your way. There was one you were especially afraid of. He was head over heels in love with her before. What has changed? You always saw them together and she was the only one he’d smiled at genuinely. Now he didn’t even spare her a glance.
Yandere! Noble who sought you out whenever he had free time. He wanted to accompany you in breaks between your classes at the academy, he wished to escort you to town and he even showed up outside your estate. His change in behaviour was puzzling, but not as much as the shift in his speech. What were these ‘bruh’, ‘sigma’ and ‘I’m cooked’? You didn’t understand any of it, no matter how much he used it around you. You suppose you were thankful he did turn it down a notch when in others company. You already had a hard time with it, you didn’t think it was necessary for others to suffer as well.
Yandere! Noble who had been shocked when they died and woken up in the world of their favourite romance game. They had read a lot of isekai novels but never once thought the thing was actually real. Wait, if this was their favourite game, then wouldn’t that mean that you were there too? Yes! Maybe they should thank Truck-kun for hitting them on their way to work. This was much better than any ordinary life a citizen could have. At first they thought they’d be stuck in the body of a villain or a side character, but they were pleasantly surprised to find themselves being the male lead of the game. He was rich, noble, influential and devilishly handsome. He had everything.
Yandere! Noble who immediately went to the academy to find you. When playing the game, they never found themselves attracted to the female lead, despite the fact she was modelled after the general population’s preferences. It just didn’t work for them. No, they liked you. Loved you even! It didn’t matter that you were nothing more than a simple background character. You were way better and cuter than any other love interest! You kept to yourself and didn’t have many friends, however you were still very kind and modest. On top of that, you were also an animal lover- exactly like them! The two of you also shared one other interest. They wanted to know if you shared more, but unfortunately the information on you was limited(not created because you’re not important).
Yandere! Noble who wrote an email to the game developers about how they should make extra content that should only feature new information and updates on you. They insist it would sell well(no one except them would buy). Sadly they never got a reply back. Rude ass company. Maybe they should’ve claimed mental health damage because the love interests were bad, so they could sue.
Yandere! Noble who couldn’t care less about the female lead. Unfortunately they got isekaid to at the point of the game where you’d have to enter a relationship with the female lead, that you could break off eventually if you wanted to chase after someone else. And sadly for her, you were the only option. The look on her face was laughable as they told her they could give rats ass about her and how they’ve found someone much better than her in all ways.
Yandere! Noble who then realised they were not bound by any rules. In a lot of isekai the person would have to follow some original rules at least in the beginning, but there was no system or points you needed to collect. They could do whatever they wanted. They had the power, the looks, the wealth and what they wanted was you.
There is no way you’d ever say no to a future grand duke, right?
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Doctor Who characters as things my Friends have said:
13th Doctor: “It’s a 20 minute walk, 15 if we think about women.”
15th Doctor: “They have a sadness in their eyes, only found in homosexual men.”
Belinda: “I didn’t come to uni to be ACEDEMIC”
Ruby: “I’m deleting Hinge right now, I’m gonna focus on more important things, like walking through fields.”
9th Doctor: “I’m doing okay, I had a shower and suddenly I don’t want to off myself”
Rose: “I’m not that kind of autistic, I’m a PRINCESS”
Jack Harkness: “No one’s shy like Gaston, No one’s fly like Gaston, No one turns gay girls bi like Gaston.”
Donna Noble: “men are hottest when they don’t speak”
10th Doctor: “I have such bad attachment issues, I fuck once and I get engaged.”
The Master: “I NEED a genocidal Twink in my life right now”
Missy: “- My intrusive thoughts come out as the voice of the queen.”
BONUS:
Toymaker: “I am Shocked and Rupauled.”
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TWST Incorrect quotes#707 Church boy
Idia: Who would you kill out of the four of us, Yuu?
Yuu: Azul, easily.
Idia, laughing: What the fuck, Yuu
Yuu: Well, Rollo would be too easy. He’d probably be into it.
Rollo, now standing in the doorway: What the bloody hell, yuu!?
Yuu & Rollo's song as they dance:
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#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#twisted wonderland x yuu#twst#twst x reader#twst x yuu#noble bell college#twst rollo#twst yuu#twst idia#idia shroud#rollo flamme#rollo flamme x reader#rollo flamme x yuu#twst smut#twst fluff#twst incorrect quotes#glorious masquerade#incorrect quotes#Youtube
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sirius would try and romanticise his life when he’s the most miserable person on earth
#marauders era#sirius black#the marauders#padfoot#marauders#the marauders era#marauders fandom#dead gay wizards#james potter#moony#remus lupin#sirius x reader#james x reader#james potter drabble#sirius black imagine#sirius black x reader#sirius black smut#wolfstar#james potter imagine#james potter smut#remus#remus lupin x reader#remus lupin imagine#remus lupin drabble#remus lupin smut#atyd marauders#atyd sirius#atyd#the noble house of black#james & peter & remus & sirius
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The Best Friend in the Whole Wide Universe
Tenth Doctor x gn!Reader
My fic masterlist
Summary: Donna Noble helps you and the Doctor sort out your feelings, but only if you help her avoid becoming a bride once again.
Tags: fluff, mutual pining.
Word Count: 4,2K
"Doctor, where are you now?" a voice came from the phone, "I need you here and now!"
"Donna? He-e-ey! Hi, how are you? You won't believe where I've been..." the Doctor began joyfully, but a voice from the phone irritably interrupted him, "RIGHT. NOW!"
You were sitting on the couch in the console room of the TARDIS and looked up from your book in surprise, "Donna? Is this that Donna?"
"Oh yes," the Doctor goggled his eyes, "And apparently we're flying to her right now! I know that tone."
You were excited. You knew that the Doctor had traveled with her before, and for quite a long time. Longer than you? Probably, you didn't know for sure. But you knew exactly what you were starting to worry. They were friends, he said, but were they? Maybe they were more than that? Maybe there was still something? You would never have started thinking that way right away if you weren't having feelings for the Doctor yourself.
A few months ago, you were finally able to understand this and admit it to yourself. But did he understand something? Of course not. And you weren't going to confess to him, you didn't want to spoil this wonderful, fantastic, brilliant friendship between you. Because he was wonderful, fantastic and brilliant. You've had so many incredible adventures, and you hoped there was much more to come. You didn't want to, couldn't spoil and complicate it all with most likely non-reciprocal feelings.
And yet you began to think more and more about the warm looks he gave you, how he constantly hugged you and hold your hand gently but firmly. He used to do this during your runnings, but recently he had been doing it just like that if he led you through or helped you step up somewhere. Sometimes holding you by the waist. God. You would never let go of his hand if it was possible. His hand was warm, with the tips of his long fingers being slightly cold.
But you tried to stop yourself from thinking with that he was just a tactile alien, just a person who was used to communicating with so many people quite that way. Especially with his companions. It was stupid to think that he was less nice to them than he was to you.
So, the chance to ruin everything was much, much greater than taking the risk and confessing your feelings to him.
Ten minutes later, the Doctor was knocking on Donna's door. Opening the door, she happily opened her mouth, squeaking and throwing herself into the arms of the alien.
"Doctor!!!"
"Donna!!!"
He hugged her and spun her around in his arms. Releasing her back to the ground, he took a step back to you, proudly declaring, "Y/N, this is Donna Noble, my best friend in the whole wide universe! Donna Noble, this is Y/N… My, well... Y/N L/N."
The doctor looked puzzled, quickly looking from you to Donna, as if he didn't know what else he could say about you. Whereas he called Donna his best friend. In the whole universe. Oh. It hurt you. Maybe you need to go through even more time travels and trials, but you thought, you wanted to believe that there was something special between you, that it was you who could be his best friend. But it turns out that he didn't even call you just a friend. He probably didn't want to offend with such a comparison after all.
Donna grinned at him.
"Hi, Y/N L/N!" she said, playfully pronouncing your name and looking you over. But she quickly returned to the Doctor, ceasing to smile, "So, now let's get back to business."
"Get back to what? You haven't even told me what happened to you!" The Doctor complained.
"You tell me! Why is it that so long after our adventures, some alien knocked on my door this morning and told me that my hour had finally come and tomorrow I would be honored and taken to the wedding? What sort of wedding?? I've had enough of running around with you from other aliens in a wedding dress, you know!"
The Doctor frowned, "What alien? Describe them."
"It’s a turquoise semi-lizard. Just like on the planet..."
"Lacertius-3!" exclaimed the Doctor.
"Yes, that's right. Where you and I were captured by some local king or something..."
"Of course! And where I told him that you would become his bride, so that..."
"YOU SAID WHAT?!"
"... so that he would let us go! How do you think we got out of there?"
"Doctor..." you interjected, gently tugging at his coat sleeve, but he didn't pay attention to it given he was busy defending himself from Donna's attacks, "Doctor!"
"Hmm?" he turned to you.
"Do these Lacertises have a crest on their heads?" you asked.
"Lacertonians, not Lacertises. But yes, they do. Oh, well done, Y/N, you're learning fast from me the cognition of the universe," The Doctor chuckled approvingly, but then frowned, "But how did you know?"
You silently pointed your finger to the side, where two such lizard people were standing, who began to move towards you, "It seems we should probably-"
"RUN!" the Doctor shouted, grabbing both of you by the arms.
"No, but tell me, WHY did you promise that to that lizard king?!" Donna asked indignantly, out of breath from running.
"To save us, I told you! Well, and I didn't "promise", I just said it! And if you didn't know, and you didn't, these creatures have a habit of choosing a new partner once every hundred years..."
You barely dodged the blue beam of the blaster, and the Doctor had to jump over the guardrail.
"...but who knew that those hundred years were already coming to an end!"
"Well, YOU should have known, Mr. Smartass!" snapped Donna, sweeping a cyclist riding towards her off the road. The blasters fired a few more times after you, but you managed to turn the corner after the others in time.
You were breathing heavily, hiding in a small corner.
"Are you okay?" the Doctor asked anxiously, lightly touching your cheek, "These were most likely stun blasters, not attack blasters, but nevertheless! Did it hurt you?"
"No, Doctor, it's fine!" you assured him, running your hand over his forearm and looking into his eyes. There was a slight pause.
"I'm fine too, if anyone cares! No, just won-der-ful! Except for the fact that they want to make me the wife of some lizard! Doctor, do something about it!" demanded Donna.
You spent the rest of the day running around London, hiding from the Lacertonians as they surrounded the TARDIS and Donna's house. You sneaked your way back to the nearby cafe, from where you started to spy of the window at the TARDIS and all the lizards surrounding it and try to come up with a plan of action. The Doctor was visibly relaxed, as the whole situation did not seem too serious to him against the background of saving planets and galaxies and even "just" someone's lives. Of course, he would help, but the whole adventure was perceived by him as more of a side quest, during which he allowed himself jokes about Donna's new lizard husband and simply demonstrated a good mood from meeting an old friend.
Right now, he was sitting with you across from Donna, with his arm thrown over the couch, and eating ice cream from your bowl.
"Doctor, enough!" you jokingly protested, "You've already eaten your own, go get another portion for yourself!"
He grinned broadly, scooping up another spoonful of sherbet, "You know it tastes better this way. Besides, I don't have any Earth money!"
You moaned, pushing his spoon away from your bowl with your spoon. He deftly fended off your attack, took your spoon aside and scooped up some more ice cream, "Don't even try. I don't like weapon, but I'm definitely better at fencing than you are!"
Before you could say something indignantly, he put that spoon in his mouth, smiling innocently, lights danced in his eyes.
Donna, who was sitting opposite with a stony face, asked, "Am I bothering you two? I can invite you both to witness my apparently future wedding."
"Sorry. So, what is our plan?" the Doctor asked a little more seriously, although the smile was still playing on his lips. Before Donna could say anything, he continued, "I've already thought of everything! That!"
"A spoon...?" said still-Miss Noble, puzzled.
"Yes... Melchior! In this cafe the kitchen utensils are made of nickel silver! This alloy should reflect the rays of the P-type in its composition! Let's take some trays..."
"And lure these lizards out step by step, reflecting their paralyzing rays back into themselves!" said Donna.
"Exactly, brilliant!"
It turned out to be quite long and tedious, but Donna coped with the task best of all, in the end even stunning one of the Lacertonians with this very tray shouting "I'm not going to marry your boss!"
Laughing, the Doctor ran into the TARDIS and hugged Donna, saying, "Isn't the legendary Donna Noble the best? Oh, how I missed this!" and went to set up the spaceship for the course to the planet of the turquoise lizardmen.
"I'm warning you, it's going to take quite a long time to fly there, so you go do something… Oh no," the Doctor groaned, "They damaged the defensive system while they were trying to get in here! We need to fix it before our stop at Lacertius-3! So definitely go and get busy with something, yeah?"
That was what you did, taking a walk around the TARDIS with Donna.
"I missed it. Everything is so familiar and at the same time... unusual..." she mused, running her hand along the walls of the spaceship, "When you stop traveling with the Doctor, it starts to feel like you don't belong here anymore, even though there is such a bittersweet feeling of nostalgia, as if you have returned to your hometown or school..."
You smiled slightly, "I think he's very happy to see you and even... ready to travel with you again if you wanted to?"
"What?" asked Donna, "Oh no, my time here is over, it's your turn to enjoy it. And you seem to be doing it well," she grinned, "The Doctor's favorite companion."
"What?" it was your turn to wonder, "Didn't you hear that he called you..." your voice trembled slightly, "The best friend in the whole universe?"
She laughed, "Yes, which makes me very flattered. And the Doctor is my best friend too, even if he is far away from me now. And?"
"And... and I'm his... Y/N? Y/N L/N, to be precise, as he said."
"Yes? Would you also like to be his best-best friend? I'm sure he greatly appreciates you as a friend too, of course! It's the Doctor! I can't imagine that this man would fall in love with someone without seeing them as a close friend!"
"He would WHAT?"
"What?" Donna was no less shocked than you were, "Aren't you...? Aren't you... a thing, the two of you?"
Looking at your speechless face, Donna had an insight, "Oh, did I make a mistake? I'm sorry, Y/N, it just seemed so natural.… I wanted to ask later, but it's good that it happened between us now. I thought you liked him, I'm sorry. Are you sure it’s not the case?"
"I..." you could barely mumble it softly, feeling your cheeks fill with heat, "Like him..."
"Oh...OH," and now Donna had a final insight, "This man. This SPACEMAN. Sure. I should have known. I'll go and tell him everything..."
"What? No, no, no, what are you going to tell him??" You barely managed to stop Donna in her determined stride back to the console room of the TARDIS, where the Doctor was still fiddling with the protective field settings.
"That he's the biggest idiot in the universe. In case he didn't know about it yet, but apparently he didn't."
"What do you mean?"
Now she stopped herself, "I didn't know it makes the two of you here… Are you serious right now?"
"Don't tell me he likes me too. I mean, likes me so much so that..."
"What do you think, Y/N? From the minute he introduced you, I felt there was some other energy here. And I sense it, believe me! You've been acting like a couple the whole day. The way he held your hand, asking if everything was okay.… Oh, and the cafe? Do I really need to say that I felt like a third wheel on your date? If this isn't flirting, then what is?"
You were embarrassed, "We were just chatting and sitting there… As usual."
"And how often does he usually throw his arm around you and hugs you?"
"He what? We were just sitting next to each other! His hand was on the couch..."
"... lying almost on your shoulder. Oh, please, Y/N." Donna twisted her smile.
You were visibly confused, "I can understand all this... probably… But nothing else is happening, right?"
"And it won't happen as long as the two of you..." she began, but was pushed back against the wall of the TARDIS with you. You heard the Doctor's voice, "We're here!"
"Please don't say anything to him now! Donna, I'm serious! I'll handle this on my own, okay?" you pleaded. You still couldn't believe what she'd said, and you definitely wanted to think about it some more.
But there was really no time to continue the conversation – you were immediately captured by a series of adventures on the planet Lacertius-3: you soon met a girl of another race, the adventurer Piich, who told you that you could try to appease the lizard king with an ancient treasure, showed you the way through the red lush jungles to the temple, where you had your daily portion of running through the traps (although the most dangerous thing was enraged Donna). The ancient treasure, of course, turned out to be a product of technology from a completely different forgotten alien race (but, of course, the Doctor knew about it).
Then Piich helped you get into the king's castle, where you were hiding from the guards, running away from the guards, and eventually tried to appease the king with the treasure, who immediately forgot about it after seeing an alien girl who helped you on your travels. But did she help?
To your great luck, Piich forgot about her initial plan and about her upcoming reward, which she wanted to get by giving Donna to the lizard king, because, to even greater luck, the lizard king forgot about Donna when he saw Piich, and decided to make Piich his new wife. Unlike the human red-haired woman, this alien girl was not at all opposed to marrying the king of an entire planet, albeit modest in its size.
Everyone was left satisfied and having their feet sore. And personally, you also got the vague feeling that the Doctor was acting a little strange and distant, communicating more with Donna the rest of the day than with you.
You were invited to a feast, but you all refused it. The Doctor, because he didn't like feasts, Donna, because she found out that the king has a crown prince and wouldn’t he just dare to lay his lizard eyes on her. And you, who didn't have an appetite and mood at all because of the whole thing with the Doctor and that interrupted conversation with Donna. You decided to finish it while the Doctor was chatting lively with Piich and congratulating the future newlyweds.
"See?" You said softly to Donna, pointing to the Doctor and how he nicely communicated with Piich and hugged her tightly, "I'm far from being the only one in the universe with whom the Doctor behaves like this. Plus, I know how many companions he had. I won’t believe he was any less sweet to them than he was to me."
"You've got to believe it. Moreover, there will be another proof soon. A-a-and… now!" Donna elbowed you lightly. At that moment, the Doctor, continuing his conversation with Peach and the lizard king, began to look around the room and finally saw you and smiled so broadly. You couldn't help but smile back, and he slightly but merrily jumped up a little on the spot and continued his conversation with two aliens.
"How did you know he was going to turn around??"
"See? Secrets of the Time Lords," Donna smirked, "Seriously, Y/N, it doesn't take a minute for the Doctor to look at you, no matter where you are! Don't you notice that? If that's the case, you can thank me and take it as a sign to act at last."
You stood there, amazed once again, and your slightly numb brain could only come up with, "Yes, but... Rose?..."
Donna paused, and then continued, "What do you mean? She was... a long time ago. And as I see it, he's finally happy now again, really happy. He allowed himself to be like that. With you. Do you understand, Y/N, how he looks at you? It's not just a gaze of a friend. He laughs, smiles like a child, a happy child. And all other things he does with you. Because of you. No, just... don't argue. I’ve traveled with him and have known him for a long time to say that he has never looked at others or me like that. And he won't ever. I'm just his best friend in the whole wide universe, after all."
She smiled.
"Now go and do something about it, you two."
You were finally back on the spaceship. Before launching the TARDIS, the Doctor was leaning against the frame of the open door, dreamily but slightly sadly admiring the view of the blooming red jungle with silver flowers. You knew what he was thinking, because he often told you about his home planet.
"Just like on Gallifrey..." he said with a mixture of nostalgia and longing in his voice and added softly, "I wish I could take you there."
Your eyes met, and there was silence. Your heart skipped a beat, making you remember the conversation you had with Donna before.
"Doctor, I..."
"Well! Let's go home, then!" he interrupted you, abruptly turning deep into the TARDIS, he went to the console, intending to take off. You followed him, not knowing what exactly you wanted to say to him, but you didn't want to left the dialogue like that. But the Doctor didn't seem to be paying attention to you, fiddling with the buttons on the console with slightly trembling hands, carefully avoiding your gaze.
"Hey, Doc, wait!" said Donna, "I want to walk around here a little more. It's not that I'm visiting another planets so much these days, you know," she winked and headed outside the TARDIS.
"Wait, wait, wait, Donna, I'm going with you!" the Doctor protested and was about to left with her. Well. He didn't even want to continue the dialogue and listen to what you were going to tell him.
But still-Miss Noble turned him and said through clenched teeth, "No, Spaceman, you stay here, I want to go for a walk ALONE. Do you understand me?" she scowled at him and before the Doctor could object, she slammed the TARDIS door shut, leaving the two of you alone.
The silence returned to you again, and the Doctor came back to the TARDIS console. Usually you did not understand most of his manipulations with technology, but even you already began to feel that his actions were meaningless at that moment.
"Doctor..." you started.
"So, now we'll set up a return route and I should probably do a condition check of the ship, in case something is damaged again..." he muttered.
"Doctor!"
He turned around, there was an almost unreadable mix of emotions in his eyes, so many of them were at one point in time.
You came a little closer, "Doctor, I... want to talk to you, if I may."
"Yes, Y/N?" his eyebrows started to rise up slightly pleadingly.
"You said that Donna is your best friend in the whole universe."
"That's right!" The Doctor smiled broadly, feeling slightly relieved, thinking that this was the point of the conversation, "She's brilliant, isn't she? Now you've seen it for yourself!"
"And then who am I?"
He stopped smiling for a moment, swallowed, and then a nervous wry smile began to appear on his face along with a red color on his cheeks.
"Y-you... well, you're also my… best friend, of course!"
"Isn't the point of a best friend that there can only be one?"
"Yes!" the Doctor readily agreed.
"Then how is this possible?" you wondered.
"Well, Donna is my best platonic friend," the Doctor replied, not realizing what trap he had just walked himself into.
"What kind of friend am I, then?" you asked.
"And you... are… not platonic..." he said slowly and softly, turning even redder.
You'd just noticed that with every question and answer you took a step towards each other, and now you were inches apart. Your own cheeks started to burn from that realization.
He was so close now, you looked at his beautiful face and once again wanted to count all the freckles on it. Your gaze moved from his thin nose to his thin but sensual lips, and then to expressive eyes of the color of a melted chocolate.
"Can you explain to me it better..?" You almost whispered, raising your eyes to him.
The Doctor brought his face close to yours with his mouth slightly open and his eyelids half-closed, lightly hugged your shoulders. You began to hear his breath and the beating of his two hearts, which became louder and louder. It was all happening like in a slow motion.
And then he kissed you.
It was a very gentle and careful kiss, you could feel the tingle from his warm, slightly electrified lips, which sent goosebumps through your whole body. He pulled back a bit to see your reaction, his eyes expressing a mixture of tenderness and incredible seriousness, bordering on the almost immobility of his gaze.
Your hands moved to his waist during the kiss, and they stayed there.
"Yes." was all you said, reaching out to him and kissing him back more firmly. With a loud exhale and a light moan, he deepened the kiss, which made you want to moan yourself, increasing the degree of emotion every turning second.
It was as if his lips were made for yours, as if they were pieces of a puzzle that had once been there. Like himself as a whole, it was one big piece of the puzzle that had finally come together, completely and irrevocably.
After a lips-to-lips kiss that seemed to last forever, he ran his tongue over your lower lip, asking for permission to go inside. Did he need that permission? Of course not, but you were glad that he asked it non-verbally anyway.
You opened your mouth slightly and the Doctor, sighing noisily, slipped his tongue deep into you. It felt like some sort of a human and alien heaven already, but now it had become absolutely impossibly good. Your tongues danced with each other as your legs felt weak, your whole body seemed to melt in the Doctor's arms. Your Doctor’s arms.
Your arms, which had been hugging his neck for a long time, moved to his hair, burrowing into it. Oh, how you'd wanted to touch them for a long time. Not to ruffle them jokingly like you'd done a couple of times before, but... like this. As if you had every right to do that. Now you probably really had it now, and that made your legs even wobblier.
You pulled his hair lightly, which made the Doctor moan slightly, and you felt his arms tighten around you. It seems that both of you were ready to split into atoms from all the feelings that overwhelmed you.
It was a wonderful feeling of the nucleating supernova of your love.
"Doctor, I..." it was all you could say after that, to which he just happily exhaled, smiling broadly, looking into your eyes and gently holding your shoulders, being not able to say anything himself.
You were amazed not only by what happened, but also by how quickly it all happened. Then it began to dawn on you. You smiled a little.
"Let me guess... Did Donna talk to you too?"
While the Doctor was taking a deep breath to give some long, babbling answer, at that moment the door of the TARDIS slightly opened, from where Miss Noble herself stepped inside.
"Of course. Because how else could you two figure it out?" she replied nonchalantly, "Now I have every right to invite you two to my future wedding. NOT with an alien husband, I emphasize, otherwise I'll put you at different tables, and you'll just sit here and only be giving Y/N all the hopeless looks again, Doctor. Waiting and dying for my wedding dance all day long, so that after it you can get to and finally invite Y/N to dance or something like that!"
You laughed happily with the Doctor, still holding together and looking into each other's eyes, realizing that this just sounded like the first plan for your future together, one of the many, very many plans in this whole wide universe.
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Kinktober 2024.
Day 27 - With pleasure.
Sebastian Michaelis x fem!Reader

This story is a smut story for Kinktober, I’ll be writing more characters x reader one shots for Kinktober and if you want to see a character please let me know...
You must be 18 years or older to read this...
🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞
Summary: there’s information you have and so Ciel gives his Demon butler permission to get the information needed at any means necessary.
Word count: 1.3k
CW: NSFW and adult content, noble!reader, unprotected sex, oral (f!receiving), fingering, belly bulge, slight size difference, biting, blood, mention of doggie style, missionary, riding, slight master/servant dynamic.
“Thank you for the meal lord Phantomhive, but I should really be retiring to bed now” you hummed and placed your napkins on the table, the young boy nodded and then signalled for his butler, “take the young lady to her room, make sure she’s comfortable” he demanded and you almost wanted to protest but you noticed the looked the two shared, this made you want to see where this was going, what they were planning.
You walked beside the tall man in silence before he stopped at a door, “this is your room my lady, allow me to help you ready for bed” Sebastian offered and you looked at him as if he had sprouted another head, “are you mad! You a servant asked to accompany a noble woman into her room” you scolded and turned quickly, you entered the room swiftly though before you could close the door the man forced himself in the doorway, “what is the meaning of this? You must return to your master at once” you demanded however the butler only stepped forward into the room and closed the door behind him.
“My master has given me permission to be here, I’m sure you’ll find my company most pleasant my lady” Sebastian smiled and walked over to you before slowly reaching for your cheek, you shifted slightly and looked over at the door before pulling away from the man, you walked over to the bed and sat down, “so then what’s your price?” You asked and Sebastian’s smile deepened before he walked over to the bed and knelt before you, “you, my dear lady will only have to pay me with secrets” he hummed and grabbed one of your legs before he began removing your shoe, then moving to the next.
Sebastian made quick work of your clothes and soon enough you were left in your shift, laying on the bed with the butler standing at the end of the bed watching your body, “I must admit you have quite lovely assets my lady” he chuckled and began removing his blazer and vest before rolling up his sleeve, Sebastian climbed into the bed and leaned over you before his gloved hands ran up your legs to your most private part where little to few men have ever ventured, you hummed as the softness of his gloved fingers rubbed light circles over your clit, “so you were a whore before your were a butler?” You chuckled and the man also chuckled before leaning down and lifting you shift up over your hips, then leaning in and licking over your wet folds, “no my lady, I was no whore, though I’m well experienced in pleasing men and women alike” he hummed and you smiled before moaning and running your fingers into his soft black hair, “I see you’re one of those types” you watched as he mouth and tongue worked over your folds and bud, “I’m simply one hell of a butler, my lady” he chuckled and buried his face between your plush thighs, while pressing his gloved fingers into your eager open.
You moaned loudly at Sebastian worked a third finger into you as he ravaged you with his tongue and lips, however just as you reached completion he pulled back suddenly and moved over you fully, “tell me all your uncle’s trade partners” he hummed and you instantly began listing out names, once he was satisfied he began working his fingers back into you, however this time he also began unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants, he released his semi hard length and began pumping it slowly, “now my lady, are you brave enough to take me inside you, or shell I finally finish you off on my fingers” he smiled and began seductively curling his fingers into you, you moaned and looked down as his large dangling cock simply hanging comfortably between his legs, you shuddered at the thought of taking in, maybe even grinding on the handsome butler all while his monstrous cock was nestled inside you, or perhaps having the man bending you over on all fours and thrusting slowly into you as he slapped your ass, though the last one just fell so right.
You open your legs and lifted them up and over his shoulders, “I want that thing inside me, don’t bother taking it easy on me” you moaned feeling his fingers slowly pulling out of you before he roughly thrusted his solid length into you, “so bold… I like that” he smiled and you gasped at the fullness however the butler gave you no time to adjust before he began thrusting in and out of you, his entire length would completely disappear inside you, his tip bulging in your lower belly before he’d pull out almost completely, he’d continue this in a rapid speed causing you to grab his shoulder with one hand, while the other reaching up and rested on the headboard in hopes it’d stop you from moving up.
“My lady, you’re so sweet… your smell, your feel, and especially your taste…” Sebastian hummed in your ear as he licked his lips and moved into your neck, his teeth grazing over your skin, “so taste, I’d eat you completely” he chuckled and you moaned, not understanding the real meaning behind his words, his hips continued their quick, rough pace as he wrapped his arms around you and lifted you up into his lap, your legs and arms wrapped around him and your head hung back as you took everything he gave you.
Hours, it had been hours since you both started and now you were sat atop Sebastian, grinding on his cock, your hands ran up into your hair as you body winded and rolled above him, the butler had undone his shirt by this point and discarded his soiled gloves, he’s hands held your hips and he watched you intensely, “you look so delicious” he hummed and you giggled before you began bouncing on him, “what part looks the most delicious?” You asked through a moan and he chuckled, “I wouldn’t lived a single drop of you left” he smiled and leant up before biting your breast, you moaned loudly now certainly the entire manner could hear what was happening, “Sebastian, I’m going to release again… will you join me?” You cried as your cunt squeezed around him, he chuckled with the skin of your breast still between his teeth, he released your flesh droplets of your blood staining his teeth before his licked them clean, “with pleasure, my lady” he smiled, eyes narrowing into slits, before he groaned while your moaned and cried, you released before feeling Sebastian pull himself from you and suddenly release all over your swollen and abused entrance.
You sat on the edge of the bed as the butler wiped your body clean, he was knelt before you and slowly wiped the damp rag over your cunt, “do you believe you were paid justly for your services butler?” You asked remember at the information he got out of you, he nodded but paused for a moment and looked at the bite mark on your breast before he leant up and bit down hard on your other breast, now drawing blood, you yelped and he laughed as he licked up all the droplets of blood, “now you have payed for me services” he smiled and you rolled your eyes before placing your foot on his shoulder and pulling him back, opening your legs while, “if a small bite is all it takes, you wanna eat me so bad then get eating” you hummed spreading your lips apart, he grinned and sharp tooth grin as his eyes flashed a quick red before he leant in.
“With pleasure” Sebastian smirked, you were yet to figure out the beast you had let into your bed.
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Love Language - Elijah Mikaelson
Acts of Service
Elijah would handle problems before you even knew they existed.
If you much mention that someone is bothering you, he's arranging a “peaceful” resolution.
He will make time for you no matter what.
Even in the middle of the chaos that is his family and the people that mess with them, he would still make time to check in with you.
“You’ve been on my mind. Are you alright?”
He doesn’t just listen, he follows through. You're telling him how stressed you are? He’s already drawing you a hot bath.
He’s extremely observant. You admire a necklace in a store window? It will show up on your dresser in a little velvet box, placed perfectly.
You say your coat is old? There will be a custom wool coat in your size, tailored just for you.
He’s not flashy, he’s intentional.
If anything threatens your happiness, he’s already working behind the scenes.
You will never know the full extent of what he’s doing because he doesn’t need credit, the only thing he needs is for you to be happy and safe.
He will try his hardest to make your life easier.
If you’re having a bad week, he doesn’t smother you. He handles things.
Groceries just “appear” in your kitchen.
Your car is expertly cleaned and the tank full.
That moisturizer you don’t have time to replace, already done.
He does all this to say in his own way, “You will never have to carry the weight alone again.”
He would be your armor and sanctuary all in one.
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"Oh look - A bookstore!"
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Yandere! Assassin x Noble! Reader
Spencer has always disliked people. They’re too loud, too annoying, too cruel. Even then, it’s not as if Spencer disliked people enough to kill them. It’s just that being an assassin is something that he’s good at. It pays his bills and he doesn’t really have to talk to a lot of people. What’s not to love?
Well, sure, maybe the murder part is a little… morally questionable. But all of Spencer’s targets have been morally questionable people anyway.
So many people have heaps and heaps of skeletons in their closet – they really don’t have any room to judge him.
Speaking of skeletons, Spencer is pretty certain that his newest client has a few. Geoffrey Cullen, the Head Butler of the Arrington Estate… on the surface, he looks quite put together, but Spencer can’t help but find Geoffrey’s smile suspicious. But money is money and to be honest, Spencer could really care less.
Or, that’s what Spencer would like to think, but this assignment is a little… different from his other ones. This time, he’s being commissioned to be the personal assassin of the Arrington Estate on a trial basis. If his work is satisfactory, he’ll be hired full time. It’s… not a bad deal, really, but who has this many targets? Especially a butler of all people?
Spencer quickly finds out that he was hired to protect you, the heir to the Arrington Estate. Spencer isn’t entirely sure why you need all this protection and while he wouldn’t really care normally… he can’t help but be curious. He ends up watching you throughout the day when he’s not working. You’re… surprisingly fun to look at. You seem to be a hard worker and very kind. He likes looking at the various expressions that cross your features. He likes watching you banter with your workers. And, well, it’s weird to say, but… he kind of just likes watching you in general.
In some ways, he thinks you’re kind of… different from other people. A lot less annoying and loud and definitely not… cruel. Even in spite of your Father’s viciousness, you never seem to stoop as low as him. Spencer finds that admirable.
And well, maybe he finds you a little cute. And pretty. He’s never really thought that way about another human being before, so it’s all so new. But Spencer doesn’t dislike it – no, he actually rather likes finding joy in watching you and thinking you’re cute and all that.
So, he really can’t help but put his best foot forward so that he can continue watching you for years and years to come. Maybe if he does good enough, he’ll be the Arrington Estate’s personal assassin long term, which would then allow him to watch you as much as he’d like. And maybe, just maybe, he’ll be able to talk to you (and maybe you’ll even know his name)!
Sure, he’ll stutter the entire time and he probably won’t be able to meet your eyes. But just imagining your smile directed at him? Oh, it makes butterflies swarm in his belly even as he slits the throat of one of your potential suitors.
As Spencer leisurely cleans his bloodsoaked blade while sitting on a tree, he can’t help but think of how exciting his future looks when you’re there.
Really, it’s just all so exciting.
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