#please believe i’m out here reading every single response to both this one and the keykid one

[goldensunset]

amazing job guys

[sashi-ya]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑 DAY 18: CUMDUMP Kuchiki Byakuya 𝘹 𝘍! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Requested by: anon ➡ day 18 cumdump with byakuya or shunsui? 👀 just being used as their personal stress relief toy 😩💚 tw: mdni. stablished relationship. pretty cute and romantic. stress relief. cumdump duh. oral (I am convinced Byakuya has one of the best oral skills in all seireitei) wc: 1.2K 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“I won’t let a man use my body for free, nor be his cumdump for that matter” that’s what you always said until you met him.

Is not easy to be a captain from the Gotei 13, nor a noble where every responsibility relays on your back. He has to be serious all the time, or at least that was what they made him to believe. He has to fulfil the duties of the Kuchiki clan head skilfully and honourably, and some days there are people who won’t cooperate with him to do so.

During those days, in which stress is too high and he can barely stand not using Senbonzakura to slide some heads off, he comes back home with a single idea in mind: fuck her, as much as he pleases. And fill her up so much she can barely walk without messing the floor with his own seed.

“(Name), I’m home” he announces, taking his kenseikan off. That can only mean one thing; since wearing it represents the noble and taciturn aspect of himself, the moment the Kuchiki take them out they are allowed to be free…

Really free…

You run to him, happily knowing he is home. “Byakuya-sama you are ho….-“ you chime, stopping on your feet, watching his silky hair fall freely over his shoulders with no silver garnishment holding it up.

Byakuya smirks, a little slight curve that garnishes the right corner of his lips. You know this man has enough energy to last all night, and exactly the inverse amount of patience.

You widen your eyes, and blink quickly after. Mentally preparing yourself from what’s about to come, you begin to run through the hall of the Kuchiki manor.

“Hell no, come here” he murmurs, running after you. He could use flash step, but he won’t. Byakuya has slowly learned to have fun, to smile and play whenever he is alone with you. Because you have become his safe place, no matter what.

“No, oh lord no!” you cry, laughing as he finally catches you by your waist. “My guts! Have mercy on me, Kuchiki-sama!” you joke, while he moves your hair aside to bite -with anything but delicacy- your neck.

Byakuya pushes you to the bed; the big mattress in which both sleep every night. He is a man of few words, but those aren’t needed… you can read his eyes better than anyone else.

He leaves Senbonzakura over the bedside table, and then proceeds to take his haori off. He might be horny and hard, but his Zanpakuto and Captain distinctive deserves utmost respect anytime.  

Once the two of his most important belongings are safely resting aside, Byakuya loosens up the white himo to take the black kosode off and then the white shitagi. All of that ends up on the floor, he has so many pairs he doesn’t care.

His beautiful pure white skin shines before your eyes, the prominent collar bones you love, the tight skin of his stomach, the toned arms, everything, absolutely everything from him.

“Byakuya-sama…” you purr, even if you wish you didn’t speak you can’t help it.

“Mh??” he asks, while softly slapping your knees to spread your legs. You are -conveniently- wearing the fine silk nightgown he bought you with an equally fine lingerie underneath.

He comes in between your legs, extending his hands to you. You are the only one allowed to take his mitt gloves off. And you do, with utmost care, leaving them right next to you like sacred pieces of him.

“Very well, now let’s take this off… shall we?” he utters, as his mandible muscles tenses and his fingers skillfully peel the thong off your body.

With the lace strap still hanging from one of your ankles, he lifts your legs up. He couldn’t wait when he saw your juicy temptation. A fruit he is willing to try and delightfully eat out.

Your shins rest on his shoulders, his right hand on the small of your back to push you even high. His mouth reaches your core so perfectly, tasting the first drops of his favourite elixir.

You contort as the tip of Byakuya’s tongue reaches for your entrance. He devours you, drinking every little hint of femininity melting off you.

With a delicate hand, he presses down your lower belly, making your muscles to spasm harder and the pleasure higher.

Your nails carve marks on the silk sheets, gripping tightly to them with your head thrown back and an expression of pure bliss in your face. The sweet little whimpers abandoning your lips, motivate your long-haired lover to keep going, until he can easily break you in a thousand parts.

“You are so, always, absolutely… delicious…” Byakuya grunts, with his lips still muffled by your anatomy. Your eyes fix on his deep cerulean ones, and there is no need to tell him how much you want him inside you right now…

He immediately puts you down, dominantly, fast, desperately. His hakama feels tight around his crotch, he is about to burst, and it is almost painful to keep on waiting.

You hang there for him to finally untie the front and back himo. And as he does, the black fabrics fall to reveal his erection.

Hungry, like a beast, he is preparing to attack. That delicate, serious noble façade is left aside the moment his hair falls freely and there is no one else but you looking at him.

His nudity, a work of art that is meant to be praised, tops you. There aren’t many words that can express what you feel inside your own inner world. How every skyscraper crumble and turn to dust, how the walls built around fall to let him take over… for his soul to bound and extent it to vast fields of sakura flowers.

Byakuya pants in desire before impaling you with hard delight, his back goes up and down, his sharp sight disarms you, his pale lips slightly separate, and his straight hair frame his angelical face.

You receive him deep inside, pushing even further and curling your back. A mute moan escapes your mouth as you lose the power to speak and the ability to breathe. Nails that were grasping on the sheets are now being carved on his back, and your muffled pants are being inhaled by Byakuya’s mouth.

He has no mercy, just as when he fights, with his hips’ thrusts. It makes the muscles of your inner thighs to spasm, to tremble.

And soon, in between kisses and the sound of wet slaps of your skins, climax reaches for you and him. Like a hurricane, like a summer storm… impetuous, strong and unstoppable.

You bite his lower lip, pulling and smirking as you whine, expecting your womb to be filled by his sweet warm milk.

Byakuya sighs louder and smiles while looking you right in the eye. “Are you ready my sweet beautiful cum dump?” he growls.

“Y-yes… fill me so up to the brim, Byakuya-sama~” “As you wish…”

You aren’t sure if it’s on the genes or it is because he is strong, but that night, there were more than three times in which he was able to release mostly all his stress. And oh, love… you felt like bursting happy to be the official cum dump wife of the Kuchiki clan head ~

taglist: @miabiaria @carmenthedreamer @stygianoir @electronicwitchcollection @aizenwifey @deputy-videogamer @efrodd17 @mizugami @uzxotic @cyberdazetragedy @bookandyarndragon @fushiguroshotwife 💖

[i4bellingham]

MORE THAN JUST AN INTERLUDE: pedri x reader

SYNOPSIS: in which a relationship thought to be a fleeting moment lasted for more than they'll ever know.

CONTENT: incorporated with a slight social media au! + obsessive hateful fan speaking shit. conversations are in (google translated) spanish and english + gavi being an adorable child + innuendos by pedri :’p / also NOT PROOFREAD please don’t sue me. read part two here

pedri

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Liked by gavi, alejandrobalde and 1,768,923 others

pedri el más feliz contigo. feliz aniversario mi amor. the happiest with you. happy anniversary my love.

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user1 wait what- one year ???? 😧

user2 y'all been together for one year i-

user3 remembering the days where your fans thought this was just a fling 😭 you guys are celebrating one year with each other now congrats 😭❤️

gavi happy anniversary!

fcbarcelona sending love to you and yourusername ❤️

user4 another month now and you'll break up anyways 😐

user5 shut yo stanky ass

user4 let's bffr here besties they're not gonna last ☺️

user6 user4 and this is why your father left you, your mom hates you, you failed school and you're single meanwhile yourusername is here living the absolute best of life 🤷🏻‍♀️

　　　

yourusername

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yourusername here's to many more small midnight talks about life with you. happy anniversary bebe ❤️

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_rl9 never let the haters ruin such a beautiful relationship!

pedri never

gavi the second picture is when you text him and his focus is not with us anymore :/

yourusername i always tell him to stop texting me when he's out with you guys though ☹️

gavi i know, pedri just doesn't listen because he's annoying like that

yourusername say sorry pedri :/

yourfriend1 happiest anniversary to you both! ❤️❤️

pedri i love you

yourusername i love you more

pedri i love you the most

yourusername i love you more than most

pedri i love you so much that no words could ever describe to which extent

alejandrobalde pedri we get it man 😃 (anyways happy anniversary yourusername)

gavi pedri simp (i don't know if i used that word correct)

Pedri was still high on adrenaline when he was whisked away for an interview just after their game.

His football jersey clung onto his skin in an uncomfortable but familiar hug with grimes and sweat all over his body. If people looked closely, they'd find small specks of dirt on his cheeks from the amount of time he tried intercepting a ball pass from the opposing team. He still looked good nonetheless, not that he needed someone to remind him that as he stood carefree in front of the multiple camera shooting his every angle as he waits for the first question to pop up.

“So... what a game huh?” The reporter chucklesㅡ for what reason, Pedri doesn't know but he simply chuckles alongside him. “How do you think of your performance today Pedri? And how do you think that contributed to the win tonight?”

Pedri scratches his nose bridge, then placing both hands over his waist as he takes a lean back to keep the mic near from his lips.

“I think this is one of the best games that I’ve played entering this season. I think that defensively I’ve gotten a lot of progress and it showed in this game tonightㅡ but I believe there is still room for improvement. I think that I had made a few bad calls during the game as well so I’ll definitely look into that as to not make the same mistakes again but overall, I’m pretty satisfied and happy with how my performance played out tonight and contributed to our team’s win.”

The reporter nods his head behind the camera, seemingly impressed at the response he got from one of Barcelona’s golden boys.

“Any celebrations happening tonight for this big win? For another 3 points on the board?”

Pedri smiles but he shakes his head. “No, the guys will get into that but I will be celebrating something else tonight, this is a special day for me and for my girlfriend after all so I just want to spend this night with her.”

“Speaking of girlfriend...” The reporter trails off, flicking through his card with a teasing glint and smile on his face as he follows through with his statement. “It’s your guys’ anniversary today yes? Made quite a lasting impression on Twitter, this one.”

Pedri nods his head, eyes steering away from the media crew momentarily when his eyes catches a familiar figure walking towards them alongside Gavi.

“Yes, it's our anniversary today so not only do I get to celebrate the win tonight but I also get to celebrate an entire year of love and happiness with my girlfriend.”

Pedri shoots you a smile when you catch his eyes, mouthing ‘wait for me’ as he tends to his media tasks by finishing off the interview with a few more remarks for the game, team improvements and whatnot before he walks over to you and Gavi in brisk steps when he's finally done.

He's a few mere foot away when you immediately open your arms for a hug, not minding that he's still dirtied up from his previous game, all with the sweat and gunk clinging onto him. Pedri immediately falls down into your embrace, and Gavi takes that chance to slip away when he sees the cameras pointing to you both while still airing live.

You plant a kiss each to his cheeks and nose, leaving more than a swift peck to his lips that he returns gratefully and with glee.

“I’m so proud of you, do you know that?” You tell him as he leans his forehead against yours. “You did so well today baby, I’m very very proud of you.”

Pedri wraps both of his arms around your waist, locking you snug against him as you snake your hands around his shoulders.

“You always tell me that, no?” He leans down to whisper in your ear. “But you can always show how proud you are of me yeah?”

You don’t say anything but you do slap his chest when Gavi comes in barreling through your hug, jumping behind your boyfriend while he's got both hands over Pedri’s shoulders.

“Happy Anniversary to the two of you!”

Pedri shakes the younger one off before moving to walk away, pulling you behind him. “Too loud Gavi.”

“But we won! And it's in your anniversary and you guys should all be loud!”

Pedri smiles tight-lipped, another whisper going through your ears before he's leaning back up as if he never just said something to rouse you up.

“Oh you'll definitely be loud tonight, that's for sure.”

Not only did the media capture you lip-locking live with your boyfriend after his post-game interview, the interaction with Gavi and Pedri’s whispered suggestive comments that left you stunned and bothered definitely made it to the trending topics on Twitter for the next days to come.

[ask-team-misfit]

@ask-the-lywelles Vahni@Lief

Vahni: "Well it would just so happen thst I do enjoy learning about history, compared to my family of course."

She sat down, still gazing into his soul, awaiting for his response.

[ @ask-the-lywelles ]

Lief: “Well, alright… but you’re gonna learn quick why I hate talking about it.”

He sat up a little more while examining Vahni’s expression, bracing himself for what he was about to say.

It would be several moments before he began speaking.

Lief: “Imagine it like this. Alright?”

[ ID: A sequence of two grayscale drawings. The first is a gradient fading to white from black towards the bottom. The second depicts Lief as his pre-evolution, observing a leaf fall. End ID ]

Lief: “Imagine being young, and impressionable… and naive. Your life is quite a bit different from other Pokemon. Maybe the worst you ever hear is that it’s strange to still live in the woods.”

[ ID: A grayscale drawing of Lief chasing this leaf, now zoomed out to show his mother following him from behind. She is a hybrid of Flareon and Vespiquen, having six limbs and small insect wings. End ID ]

Lief: “But it’s your life, right? You’re happy and well-fed, as well-fed as a feral can get, and you have your family. You have mama.”

He paused. His wistful tone upon describing the above quickly changed.

Lief: “Now imagine that you need help with something. Very badly. Very… very badly.”

[ ID: A grayscale drawing of Lief and his mother similar to the previous image, but his mother is standing in front with a protective stance. Lief is somewhat cowering behind her; and in front of them both is a crudely drawn blob with many eyes. End ID ]

Lief: “You’re told to go get help.”

[ ID: A grayscale drawing of Lief alone, running away towards the right. End ID ]

Lief: “So you go to the townies. The townies, with all of their wealth and resources.”

[ ID: A grayscale drawing of Lief that has him facing the viewer, bawling and kneeling. Faded text in the background repeats, "PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE". End ID ]

Lief: “You go up to them. You beg at their feet. And what do they do?”

[ ID: Some text on a black background that says, "*SMACK*". End ID ]

Lief: “They ignore you.”

Another, shorter pause.

His voice was considerably lower now. Shaky with anger.

Lief: “It ends the same way. Every single one of them. To them, you were just some annoying runt that showed up once in a while and kept their kids busy. To them, you were in no need of their help.”

[ ID: A grayscale drawing of Lief, zoomed out and showing him lying on his side, still crying. His wings are somewhat bent, and he appears to be bruised. The background fades to black towards the bottom. End ID ]

Lief: “They don’t believe you. Refuse to. You’re expected to help yourself.”

[ ID: A series of text on a black background, in which there's more faded text. It reads as follows: ‘what are you talking about?’ ‘no, I don’t want to play right now.’ ‘where’s your mom?’ ‘ferals these days. can’t keep one of their own in line.’ ‘go away. I’m too busy for your practical jokes.’ ‘where’s your mom?’ ‘get off me! stinking brat!’ ‘that’s nice, but I have work to do…’ ‘are you here by yourself?’ ‘your mom is strong. she can handle it.’ ‘it’s late. you should get home, to your mother.’ ‘where’s your mom?’ ‘look, I have nothing to give…’ ‘for the last time, I want no part of your gods damn games!’ ‘this is why I hate feral children.’ End ID ]

Lief: “But how could you, when it’s their fault it came to this?”

He was looking right at Vahni still. His glaring eyes met with her’s. His entire body was tense, rigid.

Lief: “What you call ‘treasure hunting’ is them paying thieves to take what little we have. What little we need to survive out here. Then when they’re done having their little fun with those precious piles of rubble? They build on top of it. Force out whoever doesn’t conform to their way of living.”

[ ID: A grayscale drawing of Lief, a hybrid of Sylveon and Ribombee, with a mono-color background. He is shown from the neck up, with his face slightly angled away from the viewer towards the left. He appears annoyed. Both eyes are narrowed. His mouth is open, as if in the midst of a tangent. End ID ]

Lief: “After all. We ferals are just in the way of what they actually want.”

[caramel1mochi]

So I love Jollz and joshseki but nobody writes about valorant streamers 😔

I was wondering if you would??

Like ik jollz makes a ton of mom tokes all the time but what if he secretly had like a wife or something?? He's 30 now so he'd probably be married for a couple of years and he randomly says something about his relationship on stream or like reader walks in during a stream by accident not remembering hes streaming?

And joshseki has a girlfriend he met through valorant and they started living together? Like his chat randomly starts noticing pink stuff around his gaming room and stuff (like they share a gaming room) and start getting suspicious?

IDKK I just love them both and I think stories about the two would be so cute. And I think if someone starts writing about the two then maybe more would start as well. I know you're in the middle of an iso series right now but I like your writing because of how good and long they are.

Heya, thanks for the request! And your kind words, got me smiling like an idiot for too long haha‎ ‎  Also so sorry for the delay, literally everything happened when you sent this I am fish and the reckoning cinematic is my water I just CAN'T stop watching  ‎ ‎‎‎‎ Writing about real people is a very new concept for me so I hope I did well on this. Have a good read!‎! ‎ ‎

[ Jollz x F! Reader ] / [ Joshseki x F! Reader ]

Words: 1k each‎ ‎ 

Note: Please don't copy or steal my work and pass it off as your own! If you'd like to use one of my headcanons or something, I'd love it if you tagged or asked.‎ ‎‎ ‎  

。+❤ฺ·。❤ฺ·。+❤ฺ· +❤·。❤ฺ·。+❤ฺ·

Jollz!

This morning had been a slow one for Jollz. His routine was the same as any other one. He woke up, washed up, and went to the kitchen to make his morning coffee whilst chatting with you. He had a timer on his phone to specifically announce when he should get to his office to start streaming. But even after it struck and he had arrived to turn on his computer, he didn’t gain any of the energy he normally had every other day.

Moving his mouse felt like a drag, let alone actually focusing on the upcoming game. And the topic that the chat had taken up once people had gathered didn’t exactly help either; people mostly started comparing their morning routines after their previously relaxed greetings spiralled.

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‘Yo whats ur morning routine?’

‎ 

“Guys, this is gonna be hard to believe, but my morning routine isn’t crazy. It’s ten minutes long.”

‎ 

He tapped his index finger on the mousepad as he read a few responses from the chatters. This drab talk about morning routines was definitely not on his list of ‘entertaining things to talk about’, and it only further exhausted him.

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“Yeah, no, I’m only playing a couple games today. No idea why I’m so tired, though.”

‎ 

‘only single people have 10 min morning routines’

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‘facts’

‎ 

A few other people were also quick to agree with this sentiment; all except for the obvious, Jollz, and he couldn’t help but laugh at this exchange with a particularly prideful smile. He sat back and smugly checked out his nails as he spoke,

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“Trueee. Single people have way too much time on their hands. Glad I'm not one of them.”

‎ 

He knew exactly what he was doing with these words. And almost as if it were on cue, his smile only widened to a grin once he saw the stream of oncoming messages the moment he stopped talking. And he didn’t really need to read anything to know that they were demanding an explanation for such a bold statement.

Now this was the excitement he was used to, he mused.

‎ 

“‘What do you mean by that?’ I’m just saying what we’re all thinking here.”

‎ 

‘Jollz youre speaking in code’

‎ 

“Speaking in code? That’s wild...”

‎ 

The door behind him swung open, and a set of gentle knocks that accompanied them interrupted the entertainment he was deriving from the catastrophe. Luckily, by the sound of the steps he heard earlier, Jollz already knew it was you before he turned around to meet your gaze.

‎ 

“Hey, babe, are you…”

‎ 

He stopped once he noticed the full cup of coffee in your hands, and the lack of steam from the drink was enough to tell him what you didn’t need to say. Jollz had forgotten the coffee he made in the kitchen this morning. Again.

Which also explained why he was so bloody tired, but that’s by the by.

‎ 

“Wait, hold on, listen–”

‎ 

“This is the third time this week.”

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Jollz sat up with a guilty smile as you approached with his cup, and he couldn’t help but scramble for reasons to defend himself.

‎ 

“Fair point, but…”

‎ 

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but I can’t help you if a fly ever happens to drown in this.”

‎ 

Of course you’d say that, he thought. The mere thought of a fly grossed you out, let alone digging one’s corpse out of a drink.

‎ 

“Yeah, so, in all fairness, I actually had something scheduled.”

‎ 

“Today?” 

‎ 

You stopped at his desk and set down the cup in an empty spot on his desk, but there were a multitude of tabs open on one monitor and Valorant proudly displayed on the other. They all seemed to be calling for your attention. You were only vaguely familiar with most of the software that he had open; however, it wasn’t exactly hard to isolate the chat amongst everything. It rapidly moved with messages you couldn’t read from this distance. But the worst part was that you could see your own reflection on the webcam as you stood behind him.

Uh oh.

Your attire, being a casual nightgown, did not meet the standards expected of someone standing in front of a bloody audience. Well, not your standards, anyway. A tinge of red painted your cheeks once you’d finally put two-and-two together.

‎ 

“You didn’t tell me you were streaming today. Am I interrupting?”

‎ 

“Oh yeah, totally. It was intense before you came in. VCT-level gameplay.”

‎ 

You lightly laughed once he pointed to the timer whilst it searched for a game before pulling him close and planting a kiss on his cheek.

‎ 

“I’ll let you handle it. Best of luck, dear.”

‎ 

Cheeky, you mused to yourself as you walked out of the room. But being the guy who always resorted to knifing everyone whenever he could, it made sense for him to be just that.

‎ 

“Thanks babe.” He took a sip shortly after, grimacing at the temperature before he set it down. “Ice cold coffee, my favourite.”

‎ 

That one sip seemed to work in rejuvenating him, however, and he was definitely grateful for that. Only now did he actually take notice of what the flood of messages were actually saying. And once they came down from their shock, they inferred exactly what was going on.

‎ 

‘dear 🥺’

‎ 

‘Girlfriend’

‎ 

‘ya thats his gf alright’

‎ 

Quick on his feet, he prepared another statement sure to stir the pot that was his viewers’ confusion.

‎ 

“Why’s ‘girlfriend’ your first guess? She could be my friend’s mom, for all you know, and they’re just visiting today.”

‎ 

‘That’s not stopping you jollz 💀💀💀’

‎ 

‘YOU CALLED HER BABE’

‎ 

They shortly spammed the words ‘babe’ and ‘thanks babe’ to subtly remind him of how he referred to you earlier.

To put it kindly, this statement was instantaneously shot down by the chatters. If their words weren’t indicative of that, the emotes they typed out alongside their growing surprise definitely made it clear. Besides, it wasn’t that hard to tell, considering you were exactly Jollz’s type, down to the mellow tone of your voice.

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‘is she actually ur gf tho’

‎ 

“Bro, don’t act confused. I’ve been wearing my wedding ring the whole time; you should’ve seen it by now.”

‎ 

His viewers flooded the chat with demands to be shown this mysterious ring he spoke of. And at that, he held up his hand with faux ignorance to reveal the multitude of rings he wore. Somehow, both this and the ‘clarifying’ statement only further confused the chatters.

Girlfriend, sure, but marriage? They probably would’ve doubted it if they hadn’t seen concrete proof mere minutes ago. Oh, but it technically should’ve been easy for them to infer his relationship status on account of the one secured around his ring finger. Not that it blended in, or anything.

‎ 

“It’s right here,” he extended his ring finger, “get it together, chat.”

‎ 

He teased with a cheeky smile before lifting his cold drink for another sip. If the coffee wasn’t quick enough to energise him, this conversation surely did.

Joshseki!

Josh’s gaming room was quite a minimalistic one. Despite having a notable array of colours that pleasantly complemented each other, they were still muted; and the structure of the furniture he’d picked out was delicately balanced between comfortable and presentable.

All of it fit his calm personality to a tee (when he wasn’t playing Valorant), and was also easy on the eyes. Especially for the viewers.

So during one particularly annoying game, once Josh unknowingly shifted his chair to the right as he spoke to his teammate, an annoying Reyna, one of his viewers’ eyes immediately locked on the hazy pink object that was set on the American sycamore dresser a few feet away. To say the bright pink item stood out despite the distance and the pixelation would be a massive understatement, and the fact that it sat there with no explanation only increased their curiosity to an exponential degree.

The only viewer who actually noticed this decided to type out his question,

‎ 

‘josh whats that behind u’

‎ 

Unfortunately for them, however, he didn’t catch the question amongst the onslaught of similar messages that were flooding the chat referencing the toxic duellist he was currently dealing with.

The game had been going on for nearly two hours, and the twentieth round promptly ended in a loss. Once they respawned and the overtime pop-up box appeared, everyone except for him immediately voted for the game to continue. Only one vote was required for it to end in a draw. He sat back with a sigh and took off his headphones so as to not listen to the demands of his teammates.

This seemingly simple move, however, covered up the pink object behind him.

‎ 

“What did I tell you, chat? This is what happens when I’m not the instalock. I’m drawing; I don’t care.”

‎ 

‘WHATS THAT BEHIND U\’

‎ 

The moment Josh looked towards the chat for a response, they quickly snatched up the opportunity and asked, but their message was drowned out by a union of agreement on their side.

‎ 

“‘Draw?’ Let’s go. See, I knew you guys would come around.”

‎ 

And with that, the game ended. He luckily couldn’t hear anything his teammates were saying since his headphones were off. He shortly grabbed them once they were all disconnected and went to put them on. An off-screen voice came up from the other side of the room before he could, asking a question muffled to the chat.

‎ 

“Yeah, I closed the door.”

‎ 

He responded, and the chat was overwhelmed with ‘who?’ and variations of the simple question. The voice increased in volume once more, presumably in response to his statement, and he looked back with a wide grin.

‎ 

“When’d he get here? Chat, wait, I have to take care of Nogu.”

‎ 

Josh stood up and walked out of the camera’s frame, revealing both the pink object and a baby pink dress splayed out on the couch. If that object and the mysterious voice didn’t cause enough of a fuss, this one absolutely did, and the chat erupted with even more questions despite him not being present.

He grabbed the cat from the other side of the room and left so he could put her outside. And by the time he came back, it had been discovered that the mysterious pink object was lipstick, further increasing their suspicions that there was another person in the room. And to say Josh came back to chaos would be a gross understatement.

He was bombarded with questions the moment he sat down and put his headphones back on. But after about a minute of staring blankly and attempting to decipher them, he managed to catch a repetitive question asked over and over.

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“‘Is the dress a gift?’ Chat, not every gift should be a Valorant skin. But no, it’s not.”

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He seemingly mistook their intention behind the question as he queued into another game, much to their frustration, and they responded the only sensible way before he’d move on from the topic.

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‘WHY IS THERE A DRESS’

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“It’s for my girlf–”

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“Josh, he’s still ruining my game!”

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The same voice spoke loudly from behind him once more. This time, however, it was audible enough and allowed the chat to finally comprehend what was being said. But before any more investigation could occur, a mysterious woman, you, popped up into the frame with the same rascal of a cat that spent the past twenty minutes sleeping on your keyboard and ruining your own game.

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“You watched me close the door this time!”

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“Yeah! He probably snuck through the opening.”

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It sounded plausible enough, what with how flexible the feline was and the considerably large opening just beneath the white door. You set him outside the corridor as Josh followed your movements, pushing Nogu away until he was at a safe distance before slamming the door shut. Then, you walked away, noticing a few seconds later what all of the confusion was about.

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“Hi chat! That’s my dress.”

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You pointed at the now-obscured lace dress before disappearing and going back to your setup. Once he turned his chair to face the monitor, he noticed the chaos that ensued in the chat, especially the flow of messages that were too quick for him to keep up with.

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“You guys heard that? It’s her dress.”

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The announcer’s voice immediately interrupted his words, and he was launched into the game. But the chat mulled over the design of the dress as Josh aimed to pick Reyna the moment he was allowed to. Despite only seeing it for a few seconds, they noted its formality…

Definitely a date night, huh?

[nahmoon]

IN YOUR EYES: XAVIER THORPE X YOU

*Hi this is my very first post on Tumblr, I hope you enjoy. Please comment on whatever you want me to write about I’ll be happy to do that. English is not my first language and this is my first writing piece so this may not be the best, but I’ve tried my hardest :)

⚠️TW: Stalker warning, possessiveness

You always fancied Xavier, but he occupied his time with Wednesday, Bianca and his artworks. He never really made time for you, and you had been seeing him less and less.

But recently, during your recent involvement in Wednesday’s investigation, Xavier had been making an effort to talk to you. Making almost direct statements that he had his eyes on you, at all times. He always knew about all your breakthroughs, progressions and alibis.

But it seemed like every time he made you aware that he knew what you were doing, something always went wrong. Your suspicions led you to believe that something was awfully wrong. Was Xavier’s interest in you because of his alignments with the recent killings? Time was running out, you needed to find out fast.

You make your way over to his shed

“Y/N!” He says, grinning at you as he opens the door for you. Your gaze softens as you see his face, but you didn’t let that misdirect you from your true objective. He closes the door behind you, whilst you head over to the table with art supplies, intently scanning them as you try to figure out how to confront this possible disaster.

“I haven’t seen you around in a while, what have you been up to?”

You want to scoff at this question, he didn’t really give you enough attention to make you feel like he wanted to ‘see you around’.

“Xavier… I know” you turn around to meet his eyes and immediately pause.

“You know what? That I’m a better painter then you?” He says playfully

You feel a small smile form on your lips. Shit. You were getting distracted.

“You came here for some painting lessons didn’t you? Or you just wanted an excuse to see me around hm?”

You frown, trying to not let his smugness distract you to the real reason as to why you were here.

“Xavier,” you pause, he turns around to pick up a few pieces of plain paper for the both of you, “I know you’ve been following me around, excessively.”

He turns to look at you, but his reaction was not what you had expected. Instead of denying it, his lips tugged into a small smirk, before it transforms into an unsettlingly warm smile. “So you're not oblivious are you? Finally figured my secret out?”

He says, flashing a grin at you. Even though you felt the warmth from it, you could almost see the twisted thoughts fluttering through his mind and you read every single one. He slowly makes his way up to you, not losing eye contact with you for not even a second.

You furrow your eyebrows as your body stiffens. This was bizzare. Why was his response paired with sudden giddiness and happiness to the thought of you uncovering this ‘secret’ you think. Although as unsettled as you were, something overcame you slowly, a discreet feeling of satisfaction.

“Why do you think I was following you around?” He says softly. His eyes relax.

“Do you want me to be honest Xavier?” You say, he nods his head.

“Your attempt at following me was painstakingly obvious, it was so sloppy to a point where it was insane.”

He raises his eyebrows at the second sentence

“But the truth is, I don’t know why you're following me around. No, why your stalking me. Is Because you're interested in my life, what I’m doing in it, the investigation?,” you pause, “Your involvement with the Hyde?”

He frowns. “What are you implying?”

“I know your ‘secret’ Xavier, your involved with all the recent killings somehow, and your following me around trying to figure out how you can be a few steps ahead of me.”

He scoffs at you, deadpanning as he scanned your for a second before laughing at what you claimed. “This is fucking unbelievable.”

“No, it’s so fucking believable,” you say, starting to get agitated, “You haven’t denied anything and you haven’t taken any real interest me at all, until I started getting involved with Wednesday.”

He opens his mouth to say something but you cut him off immediately.

“You want to know why I don’t come around anymore? Is because you're so hyper fixated on Wednesday and Bianca like it’s your second life. Then you fucking follow me around the moment I start getting involved with Wednesday. It’s like you don’t even care about me as a person?!”. It goes silent. You wondered if you were still talking about the stalking or something else entirely.

He looks a little shocked at your little monologue, but he steps towards you once more.

You swallow hardly, “Do you have anything to say for yourself.”

“What’s the point, you’ve already come to a conclusion?” He says gently.

“And what’s that exactly.”

He looks up and down, leaning down towards you. You could feel his hot breath on your skin. , “That I’m the villain in your fantasy.”

You watched as his eyes darkened when he said this. Like an eerie dark abyss had almost swallowed you both whole, engulfing any inch of light, plunging the world into silence. But it was only for a merse second, before he stood up straight and returned to normal.

“Look, I’ve only been following you around, because I’ve been getting visions in my dreams that something or someone is out to hurt you.” He says, “But whenever I get to the point where you get hurt, all I can see is red” (Mrs thornhill foreshadowing *wink wink*)

“Now whatever your mind dreamed up of me is not true, I wasn’t stalking you, I was just trying to keep you safe for your best interests.” He pauses before looking at you. “I just want to protect you.”

You wanted to say it felt like a facade, that he was lying to your face, but he wasn’t everything that he said seemed genuine. So why did it feel like something was missing? You scan Xavier once more, you notice that he’s hiding something from you.

“That’s not all is it, there’s something else you want to me isn’t there.” You say. You notice as Xavier’s demeanor darkens again, but it was little more overwhelming then before.

“I was only telling you that I had eyes for you because…” he pauses. He laughs and pushing back his hair through his fingers, “I guess I should stop trying to pretend now thats all I had done, you really aren’t as oblivious as I thought you were.”

Something snapped in him.

You feel fear in your body, the change had completely caught you off guard.

He advances towards you, blocking the space between you and the wall.

“The fact is, is that I’m crazy for you,” he says. “Couldn’t fucking control myself around you, I had to keep my distance.”

He’s towering over you, you feel your face grow hot the way he looks down on you.

“I’d do anything to keep you safe, and I mean anything, I’d even kill for you.”

“That’s not true” you stutter in disbelief, you couldn’t tell what was real from the fake.

“Not true?” He pouted to you, clearly in fake pity.

“What do you think happened to Rowan after he tried to hurt you?” He says, his pout turning into a grin. “Who do you think devised that plan with Principal Weems?”

You couldn’t believe this, “W- What?” You stutter.

He smiles, “Of course, every villain should have a motive, fantasised or not.”

“What’s yours?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I want you to fall in love with me.”

Your face was burning. It felt like you had been waiting for him to say something like that to you for so long. Before you could reply, he continues to chat.

“My father thinks my mental health is a PR problem that he needs to manage,” Xavier says, caressing your face. “Wanted to keep his troubled son out of the tabloids.” He smiles softly.

Even though he smiled, you could hear the pain behind that sentence.

“But I’ve learned that my problems are something that I should embrace” He moves even closer, now your fully pressed on the wall, and in front of you there is only centimetres of space between you and Xavier.

“If you want to go down in this rabbit hole with me, I want you to experience the true darkness residing in my soul with me.” He says, grabbing your chin “The strongest bonds form through people who experienced the darkest parts of you, becuase they have nothing that will scare them away.”

“I’d do anything for you…” he pauses, looking like he’s calculating what he’s about to say

“So, I don’t want you to fall in love with me” he inches towards your face. ““I need you to fall in love with me, and every fucked up part of me” there was a hint of insanity in the second part.

When he said that second part, something snapped inside of you. Your feelings of pity and fear were replaced with that small sense of satisfaction again. There was something so attractive about this level of obsession and fondness, true devotion. You look into his eyes longingly, you finally uncovered what that satisfaction was, the feeling of lust.

Your lost in his eyes in this moment, not thinking of anything else but him.

“Kiss me,” you say quietly.

You see a small smile form on his lips.

“Could you repeat that?” He says cockily, you knew he heard you the first time.

You rolled your eyes, he let out a small chuckle before pulling you in for a kiss.

It started off sensual and slow, savouring every second that you two had intertwined, as if time had slowed down itself. The kiss seeked union, closeness, harmony, your chests rose and fell together as you travelled deeper into the kiss. It felt like you could get lost forever in this moment. You both were getting carried away.

Xavier pulls away from the kiss, looking at you intently, his eyes glistened with a different type of darkness, did he seek the same sort of satisfaction you had?

“Fuck, I’m addicted to you”

His lips smashed into yours. Stunned. Lustful. Desperate. His hands snaked up and around your body. Groans erupted from his mouth as you hungrily kissed him back. You felt as his tongue pushed past your teeth, searching your mouth. You ran your hands through his head. Lightly tugging on his hair. Trying to get him closer to you. He wraps one hand around your neck. His hand gripped like a noose, so tight, you moaned into his mouth, you could feel a small smirk form on his lips as he continued. Everything was so fast, you gasped for air. You moaned into his mouth, you as he pulls away a string of saliva follows.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this”

He cranes his head to your neck and starts to nibble at it, setting your nerves on fire. His long hair tickles against your neck. He starts to suck at it, feeling as his teeth rub against his skin. His lips feel so plump and soft on your skin, paired with the stinging of his teeth sucking on your skin. You throw your head back at the sudden feeling. “So good for me,” he whispers. He fully pulls away, admiring the marks he's left on your neck.

He rubs his hands up and down against your skin, underneath the fabric of your shirt. “Would you let me treat you darling?”

The tension and lust is so unbearable, all you can do is nod your head.

He chuckles again, “No use your words…”

“Tell me you want me.”

Your self respect flew at the window, “I want you Xavier.”

Part 2 anyone?

[findpenpalsover20]

Name/Nickname: King

Age: 35

Country: Australia

Some info about me: I always find it so hard to describe myself, I feel like there’s so many aspects to a person’s personality, so many different ‘sides’ of them. Alas, here goes: I’m a bit of a dork! I love reading, watching movies and tv shows, dabbling in writing here and there; I’m a MASSIVE introvert (INFJ, for those of you keeping score at home); and most deeply, I believe chivalry is NOT dead: I love being a gentleman, trying to be a gentleman, treating others with kindness, respect; I’m a bit of a softie, my heart is too big too handle sometimes. Ultra sensitive and one of those people that will hype you up and want to treat you like a princess/prince, simply because we’re friends - I have unconditional kindness and love for all you beautiful souls out there; I’m a home body, a lover of rain and the sounds it makes, and I don’t really have any real life friends. I love imagining I’m a knight or a prince, and writing as if I belong in another age. Apologies in advance for my ‘vintage’ / old school word choice and sentence structure. I’m a walking paradox, wanting both to share my heart with lots of people and wanting so many friends who I can build up and support, but also being so introverted that I want to just seclude myself in my room all day.

Interests: Collecting books, vinyls, blu-rays, video games, vhs’, all things unicorn; being so addicted / in love with Stardew Valley that I’m afraid to play it; finding the beauty all around me, in the small things, and being happy with the little I have, every single day, i.e. star gazing, walking around the park on a cold wintery day, walking with my toes in the sand on a summery afternoon.

Other random things I love are: Batman, red vines / twizzlers, Dr. Pepper, cheesecake, classic novels, historical fiction, mornings spent in my room listening to relaxing music and reading a book while it’s raining outside, basketball, chivalry

What I’m looking for: Friends, really. Any age, gender, location. Due to my introversion, I go through spells of being able to talk a lot, then having an ‘introvert hangover / introvert withdrawal’ where I disappear for a few days because I need to recharge my social batteries, so please, if you’re expecting to talk 24/7 then please know in advance: I can’t do that. I’m one of those people that WILL stick around, but i’ll be here in waves. I need friends who understand the struggle of being an introvert, and who won’t be offended when I don’t talk for a bit. I’d love to eventually send the occasional letter, postcard, but I don’t have the finances to send out 200 letters a year, haha. Ideally it would be an email correspondence, much like letter writing a few hundred years ago. Where I’ll have your letter sitting in my inbox, and when I have some time to relax after a busy day of work, I can go into my email and read your ‘electronic letter’ to me, and then sit in silence and peace, crafting my response. I would love to talk to someone who likes writing eloquently, (maybe we can even pretend we are Lords/ Ladies from neighbouring countries or towns, and talk about our lives in such a manner). If you do decide to wish to converse with me, please prepare for a lot of positivity and kindness.

How you can contact me: Send me an email to my email address, breatherofstardust @ gmail.com (without the spaces), and please include:

1) a little bit about you

2) why you want to write with me

3) and a photo / selfie, so I can see who I am speaking to :)

I won’t presume to assume that I’ll get loads of responses, but in the case that I do, I don’t think i’ll be able to take on too many correspondences - because those that I do take on, I want to give my full attentions to, you know? And having a job and regular life keeps one plenty busy :O And I understand also that not all correspondences work out, due to differing personalities, changing circumstances, or just simply not getting a long. And there’s nothing wrong with that! I don’t expect to get a long with everyone in the world :))

Either way, I look forward to hearing from you :) If anything (or lots) of what I have said has tickled your fancy, then here’s hoping you’ll appear in my inbox, in due time. Thank you for you reading!

With warmest regards,

Dom

[wildladyimagination]

Enemies To Lovers

(Contains smut and adult language. Anyone under 18, read at your own risk)

“Don’t me mad at me.” Peyton said as she pulled into the parking spot of the BnB house. Cameron looked over at her best friend as she turned the car off.

“What did you do?” Cameron asked with slight annoyance in her tone.

“We may or may not have invited Austin for the weekend.” Cameron groaned as her head fell back against the head rest.

“Girl, just because your engaged to the ‘Grayson Waller’ doesn't mean you two had to invite Austin.”

“I know you two go way back, but you’re both single and you need to get laid.” Cameron rolled her eyes.

“How did I not realize you we’re going to set me up?” Peyton shrugged with a smile on her face. The two friends finally made their way into the house where they found Grayson and Austin sitting on the couches on their phones.

“Well, hello there handsome.” Peyton greeted Grayson as she plopped on his lap. Grayson smiled and wrapped his arms around Peyton, enveloping her in a tight hug. Austin looked over at Cameron who sat down on the chair on the other side.

“Viper.” Austin greeted Cameron.

“Asswipe.” Cameron replied earning a cocky grin from Austin.

“Please at least try to be nice to each other.” Grayson said earning a giggle from Peyton.

“Aye-aye, captain…but no promises.”

“Okay, this tension is too much for me.” Peyton chimed in. “I need food and alcohol.”

“Of course, she does.” Cameron retorted.

Grayson made dinner for the four and by the time the sun had set, and the bonfire was started, Peyton was drunk and dancing around to the music that played on the speaker.

“Can you believe that I’m going to marry that?” Grayson asked with a tease. Cameron was sitting in the only other chair next to Austin with her head in her hand.

“The only reason you met that mess is because she dragged me to a show.” Cameron chimed, this time she smiled. “And she made me pay for the meet n greet.” Grayson looked at Cameron and playfully bowed.

“And I thank you…” Grayson pointed between Cameron and Austin. “…what is going on between you two?”

“Long story.” They said in unison.

“Babe, come dance with me, I’m lonely.” Peyton came over beside Grayson with a beer in her hand and held out her other hand.

“Well, figure it out.” Grayson teased as he took Peyton’s hand and walked over to the speaker. Austin and Cameron sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity. Eventually, they were left outside together when Peyton dragged Grayson inside.

“Do I need to apologize for picking on you?” Austin asked as he looked at Cameron. “Or for the whole break up with your friend from high school?”

“Which time?” Cameron asked in response with a half-smile. “And I’m not mad at you because of that. I don’t hate you, even. We were kids. I’m not particularly fond of you because the arrogant and cocky attitude.” Austin leaned towards Cameron, tilting his chair.

“You know it’s all show, right?” Austin was nearly in Cameron’s face as she looked at him. Cameron got closer putting their noses just inches apart.

“I know the real you, not the act you put on for the WWE.” Cameron put her hand on Austin’s face and pushed him back, causing him to laugh as his chair settled back on all four legs. “Just because your attractive and have muscles, doesn’t make me like every clueless girl that would gladly open their legs for you.”

“At least you can admit that you find me attractive.” Cameron rolled her eyes.

“What woman wouldn’t?” She mumbled under her breath.

“How about this? You can say no, and I won’t say anything else.” Cameron turned sideways to look at Austin better. “You come over here and kiss me. If you don’t feel anything at all, you can go back to ‘not being fond of me” and I will never mess with you again.”

“You think I have any feelings towards you?”

“You are the one who followed me on Instagram.” Cameron rolled her eyes as she stood up. She then sat down on his legs and looked at him.

“If I feel anything grow, I will cut it off.”

“I believe that.” Cameron sighed and leaned forward, letting their lips touch. Austin kept his hands to himself. The heat between the two of them was instant. Cameron liked the feeling of his body against hers and the feeling of his beard prickling against his skin. The kiss lasted longer than Cameron meant.

“Damn it.” Cameron said as she pulled away. Austin just smirked. She rubbed her face as she stood up. Austin watched as Cameron walked into the house. Shortly after, Austin made sure the fire was out and walked in as well.

He walked past the room Cameron was staying in and saw that the door wasn’t shut all the way. He looked in and saw Cameron leaning against the dresser with her hands on either side of her. She had changed into a long t-shirt and spandex shorts. Austin slowly pushed the door open as Cameron looked up at him.

Austin took her silence as permission and walked in, shutting the door behind him. Cameron could feel her heart beating so fast, she thought it was burst out of her chest. Austin walked up to her. He put his hands beside her hands as he continued looking at her.

“Just tell me to go and I’ll leave you alone.” Austin said quietly as he searched her eyes. “I just need to hear you say it.” Cameron didn’t answer but didn’t say anything at all. Her fingers dug into the wood of the dresser as his hand rested on her stomach, just above the lining of the spandex and Austin leaned towards her ear. “I’ve always had a thing for you. Just didn’t realized until we met again at the meet n greet.”

Cameron sucked in a quiet breath as she felt his fingers push past the band and his hand cupped her center. The goosebumps rose all over her body as he placed a gently kiss on her collar bone. The hair from his beard ticked her skin.

Cameron bit back the moan as his fingers started move up and down on her sensitive nerves. A smile played on Austin’s face. He looked back at her as his fingers continued their slow movement. He could see her fighting to speak.

“It doesn’t have to be anything official.” Austin said and watched as Cameron’s jaw dropped when his fingers slipped in. She let out a breath. “All you have to do is tell me to keep going or stop.” Cameron felt the wall she built up come tumbling down as she got lost in his eyes.

“Please.” The word rolled off her tongue as she put a hand on his thick bicep earning another smile from Austin.

Cameron leaned forward as Austin pushed the spandex down leaving her in just a t-shirt. She watched as Austin got onto his knees and her head fell back as his mouth attached to her core. She lifted her leg onto his shoulder and nearly fell apart as his tongue entered her.

Cameron couldn’t believe what was happening. She grew up disliking Austin, but the unwanted reunion had sparked something in her when she had seen how much he had changed physically.

Cameron’s hand dug into Austin’s shoulder as he entered two fingers while still using his tongue. A groan fell from her mouth, and she tugged at his arms, urging him to stand up.

The minute Austin got to his feet, Cameron’s legs wrapped around his waist as she pulled his lips to hers. His hands grasped either side of his waist and he groaned as his hard boner hit her still sensitive center.

Cameron’s hands fumbled with Austin’s belt, and she finally got it undone and pushed his pants down along with the briefs underneath. Austin lifted her up on the short dresser and they moaned as he pushed into her.

“Fuck me.” Cameron said as her head fell back when she felt his size. “You feel so fucking good.”

“You want me to hold back?” Austin asked and Cameron quickly shook her head. They finally stripped out of the rest of their close while Austin was still inside her. His hands rested on either side of her body as he began thrusting. Cameron wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him, not knowing whether to moan or cry at the sensation.

The dresser started to make nose as the intensity of his thrusts grew.

“You are a fucking goddess.” Austin choked out in between thrusts as he felt Cameron’s fingers dig into his back. As the feeling engulfed her, Cameron thought back to all the times she’s had wet dreams about Austin and the times she’s gotten herself off to the thought of this exact moment.

“Take me to the bed.” Cameron practically begged. Austin pulled out and carried Cameron over to the bed where he fell on top of her.

Cameron had no time to react as Austin thrust into her once again. Their eyes locked as the sweat poured down their bodies. When Austin reached up and intertwined their hands beside Cameron’s head, she nearly melted. The moans filled the room as Austin’s threats started to speed up and his pelvis hit hers. Cameron felt the intense rush as her release began to creep up on her.

“Fuck, I’m almost there.” Austin said in between the sloppy kisses. “What do you want me to go?”

“Just don’t fucking stop.” Cameron could barely talk as one of Austin’s hands reached down and rubbed her core. “I’m protected.”

“Fuck.” Austin mumbled again then held himself up on his hands and gave it everything he had. Their moans were loud enough for the other two to hear from their room.

Cameron’s toes curled as the release shot down her body. She wrapped her arms around Austin’s back, pulling against her. Austin groaned and fisted the sheets as everything had pent up inside came out and he released his load inside of her.

Austin looked down at Cameron who finally managed to catch her breath. Her head cupped the side of the face, and she pulled him down to kiss him.

~~~

Cameron woke up the next day to find one of Austin’s legs wrapped around hers and his arm across her stomach. She looked at his sleeping face but didn’t know how to react. She turned her head to look beside her and smiled.

Cameron leaned in and kissed him, feeling him kiss her back.

“I don’t know whether to punch you or fuck you again.” Cameron said, earning a chuckle from Austin as he finally opened his eyes.

Cameron watched as Austin rolled over slowly kissed down her stomach until he was in between her legs. As his lips touched her core, Cameron’s head fell back. Austin’s arms wrapped around her legs as his tongue went to work. His beard once again ticked her inner thighs. As Cameron’s head fell back, her hands grabbed the top of his and his intertwined with hers instantly.

Cameron lifted her head and looked down as her eyes connected with Austin’s. Her release came too quickly and her back arched as her mouth slammed shut. Austin lifted his head with a triumphant smile as he watched Cameron come down.

“Fuck.” Cameron mumbled as her stomach moved up and down with each breath. He sat down at the edge of the bed with her legs on his lap. Cameron finally looked back at Austin.

“You can’t tell me that hasn’t been in the works.” Austin said as his hand rubbed Cameron’s leg. She sat up and put her hand on top of Austin’s.

“You have to promise me something.” Cameron said.

“What’s that?” Cameron scooted closer to Austin and put her hand in his.

“I’ve been screwed but too many men, and not in a good way.” Austin couldn’t hide the smile. “Don’t be one of those men.”

Austin grasped Cameron’s cheek in his hand, pecked her lips, and rested his forehead against hers.

“I would much rather screw in a very good way.” Cameron smiled.

~~~~~~~~~~~

These characters are from one of two WWE fanfics I will be writing. Thought ya'll would enjoy a bit of Austin Theory smut since they isn't much on her.

[infiniteeight8]

If you're still open to prompts...

I just reread your Fidelity, Honesty, and Joy series and am wondering if you have a little drabble (or a big drabble) you'd feel inspired to share?

(For folks who aren't familiar this is a Steter series.)

Normally I try to do prompts in order, and I have a bunch that are older than this one, but my muse is being stubborn tonight and this is the one that worked for me. So here we go!

This prompt inspired me to open my notes file for this series, and the third fic is basically completely plotted out, I just haven’t written it. So have a little conversation from that fic! It’s between Noah and Peter, so Stiles doesn’t appear, alas.

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“Peter,” Noah says as he starts the dishwasher going. “I’d like to talk to you in the my office for a minute.”

A spike of anxiety lances through Peter. He keeps his expression relaxed, friendly, but Stiles gives him away, poking his head into the kitchen. “Everything okay?”

“Everything’s <i>fine</i>,” Noah says, treating each of them to an exasperated look. “Please stop treating me like the bad guy here; I haven’t done anything to warrant it.”

Stiles winces. “Sorry.” He still gives Peter a concerned glance.

Peter isn’t reassured at all, but that has more to do with his history than with Noah. Nevertheless, he allows the man to usher him into his office and pour him a drink. When they’ve both taken a sip, Noah leans back in his chair, gives Peter a long look, and says, “So what do you do for fun?”

It isn’t often that Peter is thrown completely off balance, but that does it. “Excuse me?”

“What do you do for fun,” Noah repeats. “Hobbies. You know.”

Peter stares at Noah. He looks back steadily. “You’re serious?”

“Completely.” Noah sips his drink.

Mentally, Peter casts about for a moment. “I read,” he offers eventually.

Noah nods. “Why kinds of books?” Somehow, Peter doesn’t think ‘spell books’ is going to be an acceptable answer. It’s been so long since he read anything else, he can’t immediately think of a plausible genre, and by then the pause has given him away. “I’m going to take a guess here,” Noah says, “and say that you’ve spent every minute since you woke up scheming for… I don’t know. Vengeance? Power? Pack?”

“That’s… not inaccurate,” Peter admits. He catches Noah’s eyes. “That’s over now, though.”

“I believe you,” Noah says, which is a surprise. He smiles at Peter’s expression. “I’m a decent judge of character, Peter, and you’ve been living under my roof for two weeks.” He goes serious again. “I believe you that that’s over, which begs the question, what are you going to do with yourself now?”

Peter can only think of one answer to that. “Take care of Stiles.”

“Good luck,” Noah says dryly. “Stiles mostly takes care of himself. But even aside from that… Stiles can’t be your whole life, Peter.”

“Because he’s so young?” Peter ventures.

Noah shakes his head. “We’d still be having this conversation if he was thirty. Building your whole life around a single person just isn’t healthy. Completely aside from what it would do to you if something happened to Stiles, it’s unfair to make him bear full responsibility for your happiness.”

“I wouldn’t expect him to,” Peter protests.

Noah raises his eyebrows. “Do you think you won’t feel lost if he has to go away for a while? Do you think he wouldn’t notice? And feel responsible? You think he won’t realize one day that the only things you have to talk about are your ‘work’ for the pack and whatever you two do together? It only took me three conversations.”

Peter looks down at his drink. “He’s always going to be the center of my life. I can’t help that. It’s…” Peter waves a hand, looking up at Noah. “Pack.”

“That’s fine,” Noah says. “The problem isn’t Stiles being the most important thing you have, Peter. The problem is him being the only thing you have.” He knocks back the rest of his drink. “Get some hobbies. Make some friends. Learn how to be a real person again.”

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How They React To You Saying “I Want To Break Up With You” As A Prank. Pt. 2

Characters: Keqing and Yun Jin (separate).

Warnings: GN!Reader. Also mandatory angst mention! But with comfort after <3

Notes: Part one is in (this link!). They're not related, just in case anyone wants more of these.

Keqing opens her eyes wide at your statement, a flash of hurt crossing her lilac eyes, but she’s quick to go back to her regular polite demeanor, clearing her throat.

“Oh. I see, so that’s your intention.” She nods a couple of times processing your words, locks of lilac hair framing her features. “I suppose if you’ve made up your mind about it, there’s no use in me saying much against it. At least I appreciate you having the heart to let me know in such a courteous way. All that’s left is to say I deeply cherished the time we spent together.”

“Is that it?” You say slowly. “You’re not going to fight me back on this?”

“Fight back? No, I…” She struggles to find the words, her throat tightens, not letting the words out. “This isn’t a matter of fighting back your statement. If you do not wish to stay by my side any longer, then surely mere words wouldn’t be able to change your mind. If it’s your wish to part ways and meet other people, who am I to stop you?”

You’re heartbroken by her response. Does your relationship really mean that little to her?

“So you’re okay with us breaking up?”

“Of course I’m not. Not even remotely. I love you more than I ever voiced, I’m afraid.” Keqing says, her fingers trembling as she holds the fabric of her dress for support, her chest feels tight. “I’m just trying to make this easier for both of us, for me. Standing here and telling you how deep the wound on my heart would be if I were to lose you won’t help either of us—”

You wrap your arms around her, and she’s quick to hold onto the fabric of your clothes, pressing you closer to her despite her words. She hasn’t realized she’s been crying until she feels the familiar sting behind her eyes, the warm path of the tears trailing down her cheeks.

“Now you’re just making me confused.” She says, her voice muffled by your chest.

“Please, don’t kill me.” You say, holding the back of her head softly. “But it was a joke. I didn’t mean it, any of it. I love y—”

“It was what?” She pushes you off of her, lilac eyes narrowed and flaring, tears still sitting on the corners. You suddenly feel a cold fear settling in your bones. “Oh, I am killing you for this!”

She immediately furrows her brow, reading your expression very carefully.

“I do not understand. Why the sudden change of heart?”

“I’ve been feeling like this for a while, actually.” You say, keeping up with the prank. “I just thought it would be best for us both to split up.”

“For a while now, you say.” She nods, pensive. “Were you also feeling out of love yesterday, when you were bathing with me after the show, playing with my hair and the bubbles? Or perhaps last week, when you rented my favorite restaurant so we could be alone together and enjoy our anniversary? Or even last month, when you brought several bouquets of roses to my performance and, when I asked you why you brought that many, you said, One for every ovation you deserve.”

“I don’t understand.” You say, cheeks flushed. Every single one of those events were true, you can’t help being a helpless romantic. “What are you trying to say?”

“What I’m trying to say is…” Yun Jin walks up to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. You stare back at her, the words dying on your lips. “I don’t believe it. You’re smitten with me, darling.”

“I am—” You open your mouth. Close it. Try again. “I am not.”

Yun Jin chuckles, enjoying the view of your cheeks prettily sprinkled with pink colors.

“Yes, you are. But it’s okay, you know why?” She draws a sweet smile, and you can’t possibly keep up with the prank anymore. She knows your heart all too well. “Because I’m smitten with you, too.”

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Name/Nickname: Dom

Age: 35

Country: Australia

Some info about me: I always find it so hard to describe myself, I feel like there’s so many aspects to a person’s personality, so many different ‘sides’ of them. Alas, here goes: I’m a bit of a dork! I love reading, watching movies and tv shows, dabbling in writing here and there; I’m a MASSIVE introvert (INFJ, for those of you keeping score at home); and most deeply, I believe chivalry is NOT dead: I love being a gentleman, trying to be a gentleman, treating others with kindness, respect; I’m a bit of a softie, my heart is too big too handle sometimes. Ultra sensitive and one of those people that will hype you up and want to treat you like a princess/prince, simply because we’re friends - I have unconditional kindness and love for all you beautiful souls out there; I’m a home body, a lover of rain and the sounds it makes, and I don’t really have any real life friends. I love imagining I’m a knight or a prince, and writing as if I belong in another age. Apologies in advance for my ‘vintage’ / old school word choice and sentence structure. I’m a walking paradox, wanting both to share my heart with lots of people and wanting so many friends who I can build up and support, but also being so introverted that I want to just seclude myself in my room all day.

Interests: Collecting books, vinyls, blu-rays, video games, vhs’, all things unicorn; being so addicted / in love with Stardew Valley that I’m afraid to play it; finding the beauty all around me, in the small things, and being happy with the little I have, every single day, i.e. star gazing, walking around the park on a cold wintery day, walking with my toes in the sand on a summery afternoon.

Other random things I love are: Batman, red vines / twizzlers, Dr. Pepper, cheesecake, classic novels, historical fiction, mornings spent in my room listening to relaxing music and reading a book while it’s raining outside, basketball, chivalry

What I’m looking for: Friends, really. Any age, gender, location. Due to my introversion, I go through spells of being able to talk a lot, then having an ‘introvert hangover / introvert withdrawal’ where I disappear for a few days because I need to recharge my social batteries, so please, if you’re expecting to talk 24/7 then please know in advance: I can’t do that. I’m one of those people that WILL stick around, but i’ll be here in waves. I need friends who understand the struggle of being an introvert, and who won’t be offended when I don’t talk for a bit. I’d love to eventually send the occasional letter, postcard, but I don’t have the finances to send out 200 letters a year, haha. Ideally it would be an email correspondence, much like letter writing a few hundred years ago. Where I’ll have your letter sitting in my inbox, and when I have some time to relax after a busy day of work, I can go into my email and read your ‘electronic letter’ to me, and then sit in silence and peace, crafting my response. I would love to talk to someone who likes writing eloquently, (maybe we can even pretend we are Lords/ Ladies from neighbouring countries or towns, and talk about our lives in such a manner). If you do decide to wish to converse with me, please prepare for a lot of positivity and kindness.

How you can contact me: Send me an email to my email address, breatherofstardust @ gmail.com (without the spaces), and please include:

1) a little bit about you

2) why you want to write with me

3) and a photo / selfie, so I can see who I am speaking to :)

I won’t presume to assume that I’ll get loads of responses, but in the case that I do, I don’t think i’ll be able to take on too many correspondences - because those that I do take on, I want to give my full attentions to, you know? And having a job and regular life keeps one plenty busy :O And I understand also that not all correspondences work out, due to differing personalities, changing circumstances, or just simply not getting a long. And there’s nothing wrong with that! I don’t expect to get a long with everyone in the world :))

Either way, I look forward to hearing from you :) If anything (or lots) of what I have said has tickled your fancy, then here’s hoping you’ll appear in my inbox, in due time. Thank you for you reading!

With warmest regards,

Dom

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A Nonbinary Heritage

Introduction

Hello All!

Today's story is extra special to me. It was sent to me by someone who has been reading these stories and found a few pieces of their own history which they thought might make a good addition to my Anthology. This story comes includes snippets of a couple's early days together and was sent in by their great-grandson Jerry. I've included the email I got from Jerry at the end (with his permission).

I hope you enjoy his ancestor's love story as much as I did. I'm so incredibly grateful he is trusting me to tell this story

Content Warning:

Internalized Transphobia

You can also read this story on my website, linked here.

Documents from Jerry

Local Advertisement in The Grand View Gazette

Thursday, May 30, 1878

32 year old bachelor, farmer with steady income and kind disposition seeks good-natured woman; object matrimony. Address: [blacked out for privacy]

June 3th, 1878

Dear Nancy Brawnson,

Or should I call you Nathanial? Please respond to clarify this for me. I am Courtney Buffington, the daughter of the head of the post office and perhaps the only person in Idaho who could know you by both names. My father said I ought to reply to the matrimony ad, yet when I asked him who placed it, he said, “Nancy placed it for her brother, Nathanial.”

You may not know this, but I am quite close friends with Antonia Vaughn, who cuts your hair. She says you have not mentioned any brothers. In fact, according to her, you left every ounce of family in Chicago when you bought Benny Artley’s farm. Not that I hold any judgment for that action. Family can be a blessing and a burden. I imagine yours was quite the burden to push you all the way out here. I still don’t know how a single woman bought a farm, but I imagine she’d have to be pretty desperate to try.

Gossip sources aside- If a man named Nathanial truly is seeking a wife, please consider this response to be my application. I do not know if Nathanial is you or not, but if it is, I find the idea of a courtship even more appealing. Though I may not know you as a man, I do know you to be kind, gentle, and beautiful. Antonia has (more than once) told me she believes we could be good friends, and she is quite the matchmaker. I have known people who married for worse reasons than that.

I hope this letter finds you well and my forward nature does not offend you. No matter whether you are Nancy or Nathanial, I would like to get to know you more.

With Kindness,

Courtney Harriet Buffington

June 10th, 1878

Miss Courtney H Buffington,

I write in response to your letter, which inquired after Nathanial. You are right to question who he is, as no one in the town has met Nathanial. In this letter, I will explain myself and, in doing so, explain Nathanial. I ask for your discretion as I share this with you. If needed, I will beg for your silence. I hesitate to tell you this at all. It is your forward charm and - to meet your frankness with my own - your willingness to entertain marriage with me if I were Nathanial that gives me the courage to write this. You do not seem disturbed by the idea of marrying a man which you know as a woman. I do not understand this in you, but it is this quality which allows for my honesty.

Nathanial does not exist in any real way. He is fictionalized. Your memory (and that of Antonia Vaughn) serves you well, I have no siblings. What family I do have is kind and lovely; however, where I am from, there was much control over who I could become.

Looking back on my written words thus far and forward to the words I intend to write, I see a lie. Nathanial does exist, he exists legally. It is in his persona I bought my farm. I then transferred the little to myself. My “brother’s” name is still on the paperwork, but everyone in town knows it is my farm.

That is all there is to know about Nathanail, so now I shall tell you about Nancy. Once again, I beg for your discretion.

Since arriving here, I have struggled under the name Nancy. I am not sure how best to describe my discomfort, but I will try. Being a woman does not suit me. It is like putting on clothes worn by a grandmother: despite the charm those clothes have, they look strange on a young woman. Womanhood fits me strangely, and the strangeness makes me feel a stranger to myself. Yet on the occasion I have dressed as Nathanial, this too has felt like a costume.  It brings me discomfort not merely because I am wearing others' clothes but because I am being someone which I am not. If this were merely clothes, I suppose it would be less distressing. It runs deeper than that. It runs to my very core. In my core, I know I am not a woman, nor am I a man. Neither title suits me.

I suppose this may be more than you asked for. You merely wished to know who Nathanail was and why he was looking for a wife. These words I have written may not directly answer your question - yet I shall leave them in my letter because I need this part of myself to exist beyond my mind.

I hope it will bring clarity to some of the questions you asked in your letter. I beg your kindness and understanding upon reading this. I trust it is quite a shock to see and hope it does not make you regret your inquisition. No matter your reaction, I once again ask you to keep this a secret.

I do not intend to leave your question of my advertisement unanswered. My advert in the paper was genuine in some ways. I intend to write to the woman who responds and explain that I intend to be her husband but that I also intend to remain Nancy in public. I have not yet worked out the details for this plan, but it seems my only option for marrying not as Nancy nor as Nathanial. Surely no woman in town would marry someone they already know as Nancy, and I have never had much taste for men. Therefore I am hoping by reaching out to someone outside our community, I might live two lives. One in my home and one in my community. It may not be ideal, but I fear it is the best solution I have found.

Courtney, I hope this letter answers your questions and does not dissuade you from your belief that we would be good friends. If it does, I beg you to keep this scandal to yourself. I have decided to trust you.

Best,

N.

June 12th, 1878

Dearest N,

Before I even arrive at the pleasantries of this letter, I must thank you for entrusting this portion of yourself to me. I won’t share this news with anyone. It will remain a secret which you alone have the power to share. I am honored you felt you could tell me about this, and I hope sharing this has lifted some burden from you.

I hope this letter finds you well, but quite frankly, I hope it does not find you with a marriage request in response to your advert. I hope you do not take insult and quit reading, for I believe you will be interested in the other things I have to say. I do not say this to be rude. I merely think there is an option available to you which you have not considered.

My recommendation for you, or perhaps I should say for us, is to be together. This solves several problems for you. You will not need to try and explain yourself to a new woman. You won’t need to be called Nathanial (a name which I, unfortunately, associate with my grandmother’s eldest brother) or Nancy if you do not want. I will address you however you please. And since you have already explained to me who you are and I have accepted you, you need not fear rejection on the basis of these feelings.

My father always told me he moved out west to escape the rules of society and start over in untouched land. The way I see it, this fits right in. My dad moved to escape taxes, my mom to escape her ex, and it seems like you moved to escape something larger than that. Why should you have to be a woman or a man? I can’t promise everyone will get that, but it’s not their journey it’s yours. So why don’t you tell me what to call you (I’m assuming not Nancy), and I’ll try to walk beside you?

Yours,

Courtney Harriet Buffington

June 16th 1878

Dear Miss Courtney H Buffington,

I much appreciate your compassion, understanding, and discretion. To read your letter lifted a fear which settled in me the moment I posted my letter to you. It is good to know my trust was not misplaced.

Your letter was more than kind; however, I would feel too guilty to accept your offer. You should not feel forced to marry me merely because it solves my problems. Let me not be seen as ungrateful, I am quite appreciative of the thought which you have put into this situation. It is because of your kind and open heart that I cannot accept your proposal. You deserve to be with someone who will not complicate your life in the way I will. You need not walk my path with me just because I am alone. I will persevere.

I shall continue with my plan to wed a woman as Nathanial. As I said before, I have not fully developed this plan, but I have no reason yet to believe it won’t be possible to do this without burdening my wife. If you do have suggestions, I would love to hear them.

I hope this letter brings you relief from the thought of a lifetime with my confusion. I thank you again for the level of kindness in your words.

Kindly,

Nell

June 18th, 1878

Dearest Nell,

I would like to begin this letter by informing you I received no “relief” from your words. I instead received frustration at being told you were going to ignore my offer of courtship or marriage in favor of your scheme to risk your prospects and happiness on a woman who will answer a newspaper advert for marriage. Your rejection stings less for its kindness, but it was a rejection no less. I don’t imagine you saw it this way, though.

You seemed to be under the impression you were doing me a favor by denying me a chance to be with you. This is not true.

Perhaps I was not clear enough in my letter to you. Allow me to take this time to be very clear with my wants and intentions.

I would like to be with you.

If we see fit, I would like to marry you.

This is not a choice I am making out of pity. My wanting to be with you is not an altruistic act of charity. It is a desire I have.

I want to be with you because the times I spent with you in town prior to your correspondence have always brought a smile to my face. I want to be with you because you do not shy away from my brashness but instead embrace it. I want to be with you because of you.

In my last letter, I believe I spoke too much about who you are and your gender when I explained my proposition. It may have implied I was marrying you merely to lighten whatever burden you are carrying. This is not the case. I hope this letter makes that clear to you.

If I may be frank, if you do not marry me, I will need to marry a man. I do not want this for myself. Men disinterest me.

If you do not trust that I will be with you because I find you to be a compelling person, then trust that I would much rather marry someone who is neither man nor woman than marry a man. I want to be with you because it seems the best way for both of us.

I could take time to explain to you the plethora of problems with your advertisement plan, but I do not need to.  The only reason that matters is this: you do not need another plan.

If you would rather not be with me, I will accept your rejection, but I beg you not to do so on my behalf.

I want you, Nell.

I want us.

Whatever struggles lie ahead of us, I would like to tackle them together. I think we would make a fearsome and wonderful pair.

With Love and Hope,

Courtney Harriet Buffington

June 26th, 1878

Dear Courtney,

I apologize for the delay in my response. I hope the extra time I spent considering your letter and my response did not cause you distress or doubt. Your letter gave me much to consider and awoke in me feelings I did not expect.

I would like to have the chance to give you a proper response to your letter. If you would do me the honor, I would take you to dinner next Friday, the fifth of July, after the stores close for the day. We can picnic on my property, so we do not need to worry about the perceptions of those around us. I shall not spoil the excursion by giving my thoughts here, but I will tell you I think you will approve of my decision.

There is much that I shall refrain from disclosing now so that I may tell you in person. But there is something I feel compelled to share which I fear I will be too shy to say aloud in your presence.

Courtney, you make me feel wanted.

The weight of this feeling has controlled much of my thoughts the past three days. At first, I could not understand why it felt so different and so novel. I thought I had been wanted and needed before. My parents wanted me around and needed my help with chores. I have had friends who enjoyed my company enough to invite me to dinner. There was even a boy who courted me briefly before I moved to Idaho.

It took those three days for me to understand why this felt so different- so vulnerable and rare. The reason came to me yesterday morning as I sat on my porch watching the sunrise with only my guitar to keep me company. I was strumming mindless chords and picking simple melodies one moment. The next moment my hands were still as a clear note rang out through the fields, aglow with a new dawn.

You call me Nell.

In your letter.

You tell me you want Nell.

Beyond myself, you are the only person to know Nell. You know me as I am, and yet you want me.

To trust your letter means to believe that I, Nell, am wanted. I find I do trust your letter, and it may be the honor of my life to be wanted by you, Courtney. It is not just an honor because you are funny, smart, and beautiful but because I want you as well.

I hope I shall see you soon.

Yours,

Nell

Local Announcement in The Grand View Gazette

December 10, 1878

Nathanial “Nell” Brawnson, brother of local Nancy Brawnson, was married to Courtney Harriet Buffington by her father, Benjamin Buffington, at the County Courthouse last Sunday. Any well wishers should send their post to the Brawnson Farm, where the couple will reside.

Email from Jerry Clark

Dear Chrys,

Today is August 5th, 2022, and I am writing to discuss my late relatives, Nell and Courtney Brawnson.

My grandchild Dakota introduced me to your newsletter. While reading it, I was reminded of the box of letters and newspaper clippings my mom passed down to me when she moved out of her house. She has kept these letters safe for decades. They are my great-grandparent’s love story. Dakota helped me scan them into the computer to mail to you.

I was fortunate enough to know both Pappy Nell and Grandma Courtney when I was small. They’ve since passed on, but we remember them kindly. Recently I told Dakota about their great-great-great grandparent Nell. Nell was special. He didn’t like to be called a grandfather or a father. He insisted he was just a parent. I think if he were still here, he would use the they pronouns like Dakota does.

Their wife Courtney was special, too, in a different way. She and Nell adopted seven children, including my late grandfather Brainard Brawnson. Courtney wore the pants in their relationship. She ran her home well and helped Pappy Nell run the farm. My grandfather said she had a firm mouth but a gentle hand. Everyone who knew them said Courtney loved Nell deeply, and you could always see Pappy Nell’s love on his face.

We found these letters when Granny Courtney died at 106 in the year 1956. My mom said Pappy Nell was always strange, and these letters just seemed to confirm that he was always odd. I didn’t think about these oddities much until Dakota told me about non-binary. I tried to ask my mother if she thought Pappy Nell might also be non-binary, but my mother was somewhat unwell that day, and I do not think she understood the question. She did seem to grasp that Dakota is like her grandparent, though. We don’t have to understand everything about the people we love to love them, but we can try.

I hope you and your friends enjoy reading about my Pappy Nell and Granny Courtney.

Best,

Jerry Clark,

great-grandson of Nell and Courtney Brawnson

Outroduction

I would like to once again thank Jerry for reaching out and letting me share this story.

I'm delighted that next week we will also be sharing a story sent to me by a descendent of the people involved.

Stay queer and take care of yourselves,

Chrys

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Chapter 12: Cog of Destiny (Section 2)

"The lights… none of them are lit! And I hear the sounds of battle. What is going on?" Lyn wondered.

Eliwood and his allies had finally made it from the Black Fang's base to Bern's royal manse, and already sensed that something strange was going on.

"I don't know, but if there's a battle going on, then there's still hope! Let's hurry, Eliwood!!" Hector shouted.

Eliwood nodded. "Yes, we have to protect the prince!"

They had no knowledge of the situation. But as Hector said, if there was still a battle ongoing, then it was a sign there was a chance that the prince was still alive.

Placing everything on that ray of hope, Eliwood’s army stormed the manse.

Because the lights had all been put out at Ursula’s orders, it was pitch black inside, barring any areas touched by moonlight.

They didn’t know where an enemy might appear from. But if they hesitated for too long, then they would not be able to keep the prince safe. 

Eliwood strengthened his resolve and ran through the darkness. He hurried up the staircase, down a long hallway, then sensed something moving around in the darkness in front of him.

“Are you Black Fang?!” Eliwood shouted in a sharp voice.

The figure that appeared in response was a girl who had entirely no place on this bloody battlefield. “...Are you someone from the castle? The prince is in his room! Hurry and save him! I’ll do something here!!”

“Wait! You’re… Nino, aren’t you?”

“Huh? How…” She was utterly shocked that he knew her name.

Eliwood told her a brief summary of the situation.

That Sonia was one of Nergal’s minions, and that the Black Fang was being controlled by Nergal… As she listened, Nino’s face became more and more pale.

“...No… That… it can’t be…”

"It is an unfortunate… but true story. It’s hard to believe… but I know it all for sure. The Black Fang is no longer the group of righteous thieves you once knew. They are being used to do Nergal’s bidding!”

“Mother… She’s…” Being hit so suddenly with a truth so difficult to believe put Nino in a state of utter shock.

“...I’m not asking you to believe me right away. But… there is only one truth. Come with us! You could not take the prince's life, so I think you are sure to understand us."  Eliwood said with a serious expression on his face. 

Nino sensed that she might be able to trust this person, and that he undoubtedly felt the same as her. He would save the prince. With that thought, she shifted her worries to Jaffar, who had betrayed the Black Fang for her.

"Please take good care of the prince!" She said, then started running.

Eliwood shouted to her, "Wait! What are you going to do?!"

"One of my allies is here! I have to save him!"

ー

He no longer knew how many people he had killed.

Jaffar, using himself as a decoy to let Nino escape, had jumped all by himself into the middle of the group Ursula was commanding.

He stabbed his sword into the enemies coming at him from every angle.

Though most met their end with a single blow, that did not mean Jaffar was entirely uninjured. His body, bathed red in the blood he was spilling, was covered in cuts both large and small.

"Jaffar!"

Just as he was just finishing off another of his former allies, he heard the voice of the very ally who had caused this situation. "Nino…?! I told you to escape!"

"Those people saved me! You hurry too, Jaffar! Come with me!!"

He looked in the direction she was pointing, and he could vaguely make out people who were indeed fighting the Black Fang.

But that was unrelated to any reason for him to go with her. "...Go. you don't need to save a life without any worth."

"Jaffar…"

"I am a corpse. The moment of my birth was also that of my death. So let me be already…”

No matter how she thought of Jaffar's words, she could not see them as anything other than reckless. She cried out to reject them, "No! If you won't go, then I will stay behind too! I won't let you die, no matter what happens!"

"Nino…"

ー

When Zephiel woke up, the man in black was gone.

He had no guess as to what purpose the man knocked him out for, but every single light within the manse had been extinguished. The moment the sounds of clashing swords reached his ears, Zephiel realized that something strange was going on.

Just as he reached for the sword he used for self-defense, a man entered his room.

"Prince Zephiel?!"

"Who are you?!" He asked, assuming a battle stance.

He could not make out the person's face with his room so dark, but he at least knew from what he could see of their face and clothing that they were not a castle soldier.

“...I am a person who has come to save you. We will protect you. Please stand down.”

“...I refuse.”

“Prince Zephiel…?”

“Who would trust a person whose identity they do not know, and will not share their name?” Zephiel said as he unsheathed his sword.

“...I apologize. But… I cannot say.” The man before him was set on not giving his name.

“No matter what?”

“...Correct.” The man’s response would not change, no matter how many times he asked.

The sounds of battle coming from outside his room were becoming more and more intense.

In that moment, Zephiel braced himself. “...I understand. I will entrust my life to you.”

“Prince!”

“If you were an assassin, then I would already no longer have my life. …I can trust you.”

“I swear it on my honor as a knight!” The unknown man declared, then bowed before leaving the room.

As Zephiel sat in his chair and watched him leave, his calm demeanor was unthinkable for a child, instead already seeming like that of a king.

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With Eliwood's army having made it in time to save the prince, Ursula's fate was nearly decided.

Their appearance was entirely unexpected and caused Ursula's strategy to rapidly unravel. When she came to the manse at Sonia's order, she'd been under the assumption that, at worst, she would likely have to kill two traitors. To complete that assignment, she'd taken along a few more of her subordinates than usual. Everything up until that point went as planned.

But Eliwood's appearance was completely outside of her calculations, and now her entire force was being picked off one-by-one. It also hurt to see the men she'd sent to kill Jaffar be killed by him instead.

Her forces had already fallen to less than one third.

'Grr… I never thought it would come to this…" Ursula ground her teeth in frustration, now likely to lose the battle she'd been confident she would win without a shadow of a doubt.

Just then, a small mage girl appeared in her field of vision.

It was the daughter of the person she respected and adored, and one of the targets for this battle… The one thing Sonia wanted was for this girl to die. At the very least, Ursula could complete this task.

Having made that decision, Ursula cast a Thunderstorm spell.

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"Eek!"

A bolt of lightning came crashing down right next to Nino, and she shrieked. Luckily, that one had missed its mark, but if it had landed, it would have been powerful enough to kill her in one hit.

"Why won't you die as Lady Sonia wishes? You have been trash ever since you were born! This was your one chance to be helpful to her!" Ursula shouted.

Nino glared daggers at the cruel, beautiful woman. "My mother would never say something like that! …I… don't believe it. …I don't believe a word you say!!"

"Foolish child…! At least die quickly without making it difficult for me!" Ursula aimed carefully at Nino, making sure she would not miss again this time.

Her target's entire body trembled in fear, yet she showed no signs of attempting to run, instead still glaring at her.

The sight of Nino trying to trust her mother until the moment of her death put a cruel smile on Ursula’s face. At that same moment, a white blade covered in blood appeared through her chest - she had been stabbed from behind.

"...Uh… Guh… This can't… Lady So… nia…" Ursula spoke the name of the person she had sworn her loyalty to until her very final moments, then collapsed on the ground, revealing that the person behind her was Jaffar.

Nino knew since the first Thunderstorm spell that he had begun to move.

While Ursula was preoccupied with Nino, he snuck up behind her. 

Nino became his decoy before she even realized it.

Jaffar rushed up to her and asked with the same monotonous expression on his face as always, "...Are you uninjured?"

"Uh-huh. Because you saved me!" Nino said happily, but she then noticed that Jaffar was covered in cuts and his face was pale as a sheet. "Oh no! You're injured again… And it was all for my sake…!"

"...Don't worry about that. I told you already. I am a corpse…" He said emotionlessly.

Nino immediately responded back, raising her voice to a shout, "You're an idiot, Jaffar!! You are not a corpse! Your hands are warm, aren't they?! Corpses aren't this warm!!" She argued while squeezing his blood covered hand. Her small, white hands were dyed red as well, but she did not mind it at all, instead looking straight at Jaffar.

It was exactly then that Eliwood and his allies appeared in front of them. "You two seem to be safe, even after everything."

"...Why haven't you killed me?"

At Jaffar's words, Eliwood looked at Nino and said, "If we did that, then it would kill Nino, too."

"Neither of you took the prince's life. So we will not take yours, either… That is all this is." Lyn said bluntly.

Jaffar responded to her, expressionless as always, "...You're soft. Do you know many of your allies I've taken with my own hands?"

"...You monster!" Hector could not suppress his anger, and moved to punch Jaffar. 

Eliwood was the one to stop him just before he landed the hit. "Hector!! Calm down!"

"...Dammit!" Hector clicked his tongue and stepped back.

Eliwood glanced over at him, then looked back at Jaffar. "You have also done things that we cannot forgive. But right now… we need all the strength we can gather to defeat Nergal, even if just a single person. Your intention was to throw away your life, yes? ...If you feel any regret for what you have done, then fight together with us."

"...Regret…? You think I have such an emoti-"

"Jaffar…!"

"...If that is what you want, then… I will… go with them."

Nino shouted to reprimand him, and Jaffar responded so obediently to her that it shocked everyone else.

He'd described himself as a heartless corpse.

But he was not. Jaffar was neither a corpse, nor the Angel of Death. He had been reborn into a human being through his meeting and forging a bond with Nino.

The sun was beginning to rise, just as a light was now shining on Jaffar after having lived his entire life in darkness.

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[eiacez]

Want You To Be Mine Again

~ pairing: donquixote doflamingo x f!reader

~ angst, fluff, modern au, misunderstandings, ooc doffy (i guess), established relationship(at first)

~ wc: 4.7k

~ a/n: okay i know the misunderstanding trope is disliked by other people, but i just really wanted to write this out. the ending might be rushed, nonetheless i liked it. enjoy reading ;) (and don't worry, i like viola)

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“No, you don’t understand one bit! Why is it hard to make you under–”

“You’re the one who’s not understanding shit here, Doffy!” You throw your hands in the air, a gesture that says you’re fed up with this. The man in front of you defeatedly sits down, fingers rubbing at his temples.

“Why does it seem hard to spend time with me these days, huh? I’m not one for attention so much but these days,” a crack in your voice, “I can only count in my hands the times we’ve been together fully. Without interruptions.” Tears start to form in your eyes. But not yet. You can’t break down now in front of him.

Doflamingo closes his eyes and sighs, fingers now clasped with one another. He hunches over and puts his arms on his legs, letting you rant. While you stand still, about a foot away from him, hands clenching on your sides, face contorted in irritation, pain, and sadness.

In this confrontation, you know all the things you want to say and ask. Having been prepared to say all you want just to let out your frustration and for him to understand you. This didn’t have to happen if your fiancé hadn't been neglecting time for you.

“I completely understand every single thing you go through everyday, I don’t criticize you at all, and mostly I don’t intervene with your activities unless it has something to do with me too. And again, I’m not one for too much attention. You, of all people, know that I’m not a high maintenance person.”

He taps his foot on the floor lightly, listening intently to your words, not yet planning to interrupt you.

“But tell me, Doffy, do you want me to be that kind of person? Or do you already have one in your life that you’re probably keeping secret from me?” You stare at him, heart clenching at the thought and at your words.

At this, your fiance has his eyes wide, fingers now loosely clasped with one another. Then he straightens up his body, returning your stare but his stare is surprised and beginning to be frustrated.

He was about to answer but you cut him off. “What I want to hear is an honest one, and please, don’t even try to leave out any shit. Once you do, I’m the one who’s gonna leave, so try me.” You forcefully glare at him. A minute of staring at each other then he answers.

“No. Whatever you’re thinking of, I do not have someone other than you. I’m telling the truth.” His heart rate quickens not by his answer but by your next possible words and reaction. Doflamingo is confident in his words, and he may be a beast in the corporate industry but he does not lie. Especially when it comes to you, he never lies.

For seconds, you scrutinize his face, weighing his answer if it was really the truth and not a lie. Once you’re satisfied, you open your mouth to speak.

“Really?” You swallow, “Why does it feel like you have? I trust you with all my heart but, from what I’ve heard from Baby 5, I’m thinking otherwise.”

He furrows his brows, racking his brain for whatever conversation he had with his family, for whatever activity he did that seems suspiciously off. But nothing.

“What is it?” He probes, tilting his head to the side.

“Come on, you’re better than this. I know you have an idea,” you give him a moment to answer but none, the both of you just stare at each other. You swallow again and try to ease the pain in your heart.

“Is she better? That Violet? Will she be the one–” You’re quickly cut off by the click of his tongue and immediate response. By the drop of the woman’s name, everything flashes through his brain.

“(Y/N), believe me, Violet is a client of the company. What Baby 5 might have said was perhaps a bluff–”

“But is she your–”

“No,” he grits his teeth, trying so hard to suppress his anger by shouting at you; he knows better than to argue with raised voices, it won’t calm the situation and will just come off as defensive, “I have no other woman. I’m only ever faithful to you and it will stay that way until I die.”

You stare at him again, watching his facial expression. This time, you’re fully convinced by what he said, so you’ll let go of the topic.

“Then what could be the reason why you’re always so late coming home? Why you’re always so busy?” The defeat in your voice could be heard, making Doflamingo swallow and be vulnerable.

“My love, I told you, it’s just been very busy in the company. When one issue is solved, another one rises and that is a cycle that we are trying to break. I’m sorry if we’re lacking time for each other, but I’m doing all I can to–”

“I always have time for you, Doffy. Why are you including me who lacks time?” You furrow your brows, hurt showing on your face.

“Yes, you do have time for me always. Forgive me for saying that.” He effortlessly stretches his arm to reach for you, but you step back. He sighs at this, “(Y/N), we can’t solve this if–”

“As much as I miss you holding me, I don’t want to now,” a tear escapes and you quickly wipe it off, “because if I let you, I know I will cave in and just forgive and ignore again. Without things getting back to normal. I’m sorry if I’m such a bitch at this moment, but I just want a full time with you, Doffy.” Your voice cracked between words, but you will yourself to not stop.

His outstretched arm retracts, clenching his hand into a fist in the process.

“Or maybe I am lacking something you crave these days. If that's the case, then what is it? Is it–”

“No. You're completely alright, nothing is absent from you. It's just me really being deep into work. I hope you understand, (Y/N)”

You smile bitterly, “When am I not understanding when it comes to you, Doffy?” And just like that, you crumble and let yourself cry. Knees almost buckling so you quickly walk away from the room, going into the bathroom to cry alone.

Doflamingo doesn't make any move, sight fixed on the hallway you disappeared into from the living room. He thinks of what to say to you once you settle down and what to do to make you feel better. Though he knows the best way would be to lay back on working overtime everyday in the company building. Maybe try and work from home, set online meetings when needed, and try to ignore documents and emails that are yet to be arranged and paid attention to.

Easier said than done, but if he doesn’t mend these issues at all, then what will even happen to both of you? You’re his priority and he’s been lacking time and affection for you, he’s aware of all that, but if he’s not immediately taking action regarding his company? He knows it will fall down little by little.

So what will he really do now?

It was an early Friday morning, a great day to argue, right? Also a great way to start Doflamingo’s day. He’s late for work, not blaming you at all. He’s at fault here. And perhaps it would be a good idea to go to work now while you cool down for the day, when he comes home then he’ll settle things with you properly.

Doflamingo walks down the hallway to the bathroom and knocks, “My love, I’m sorry, but I’ll be heading to work now. I hope you feel better later, and we’ll eventually set things straight when I come back. I love you.”

He received no response that morning. So he sighed and went away to work. While you crumbled and cried more when you heard his statement. And it hurts knowing that it’s likely things would remain the way they are.

The plan to go home early was delayed due to the company’s first achievement for the week. Being the boss Doflamingo is, he could always turn down celebrations like this, but he wasn’t let go by the employees and his friends that also work in his company. He would have informed you but his phone was on the verge of dying and when he was about to press send, cliché as it may be, it died. Doflamingo got disappointed and throughout the party, he wallowed in annoyance leading him to drinking more and more.

By the time he went home, he was so drunk he had to be accompanied by Trebol and Diamante. They were by the door, with Doflamingo’s arms draped on each of their shoulders. Diamante knocked on the door with pure effort, then they sighed when you opened.

“(Y/N)! We’re sorry, Doffy got drunk. We had a party because–”

“He didn’t tell me any of this?”

Why the hell was your fiancé wasted in front of you? Without you even knowing that he will party! And with both of you not on good terms when he left all situations! This had to be a joke, he must not be taking you seriously at all!

“I think his phone died, (Y/N)–”

“And none of you let him borrow your phones? Trebol?” You cut Trebol off, tone irritated at the situation, “Did he not think of that too? What even was the party about? The hell,” you step out of the way to let the men enter, then drop Doflamingo on a sitting position on the couch in the living room.

“We’re sorry, (Y/N). It was an achievement party, you know how busy the company is these days. It’s actually an abrupt one.” Diamante tried to apologize again.

“Okay, fine. Get out.” They weren’t getting a thank you out of this. Basically they were, in your opinion, at fault too. Did no one really think of messaging you? Last you checked all relatives and friends on Doflamingo’s side were good with you, getting along with each other. So why didn’t they bother to text you? Did something happen at the party? Was someone else other than employees at the party?

The two men left without another word, they seemed apologetic but you weren’t gonna accept that. Now for the man on the couch, no matter how drunk he seems, you were sure to raise hell this time. You know he would understand you, you’ve been in this kind of situation with him before.

“Doffy, get up! Why the hell are you so drunk?” You forcefully push at his shoulder, which undoubtedly won’t have any effect on him. This man is big to begin with.

He grunts at the contact, instantly conscious and now feeling a headache forming. That doesn’t mean he’s completely sober alright. Because his next word really caught you off guard, an unsolicited one too.

“Violet…”

What the actual fuck? Happened at that damned party?

You push at his shoulder again, really hard this time you’re sure he can feel it. Triple times too, with your heart beating fast and heavy, tears on the brink of falling.

“Doflamingo! Wake the fuck up! You talk to me now, I don’t care how drunk you are!” You push harshly on his shoulder repeatedly, effectively waking him up. He hummed and squinted his eyes to adjust to his surroundings. When he smelled the natural scent of the condominium, he calmed down a bit, then searched for you. Who is now fuming in front of him. He sits up properly and holds his head, clicking his tongue and processes what little he caught off what you said.

Your fiancé first registers what you called him—his full first name, which you haven’t said since maybe before you got together. He furrows his brows and tries to sober up, focusing his eyes on you now.

“What the fuck did you just say? What did you do at that party, huh? You couldn’t even message me!” Your hands clenched in a fist, the man in front of you musters up everything he could to respond.

“W-hat? I drank? And my phone died.”

“That’s all? Phone died so you wouldn’t even bother to borrow someone else’s to send a simple text? Are you foolish now?”

He swallows and fully opens his eyes, ready to have a conversation with you. “No. I’m sorry, that didn’t even slip in my mind. I was annoyed at them for blocking me off the way and for my phone dying when I was about to send you a text.”

“Is that really your reason, Doflamingo?”

“Don’t call me by that–”

“I’ll eventually just say your name, you know that? Now that I’m cutting things with you.” You say in spite, breathing fast and heavily, a tear escaping which you don’t even care for at the moment.

Doflamingo stares at you, bewildered by what you said. He must have just misheard things right? You reciprocate his stare with a mad and hurt one. This man didn’t even realize he said someone’s name!

As you stare at each other, Doflamingo’s mind is in shambles. You were about to turn away when he asked.

“What?” This man has got to be really testing you. Tears well up and falls from your eyes, words ready to spill from your mouth.

“What do you mean? You just whispered someone’s name in your drunk state, Doff– Doflamingo,” your voice falters as your tears rage, “What did you really do at that party?” Voice weak and gradually turning into a whisper, you wipe your tears and breathe in and out heavily.

“I didn’t say anything, my–”

“No, don’t you fucking call me that. I’m sure that word fits Violet so much now. You’re sick, Doffy.” His nickname slips out of your mouth naturally. And you hate how weak you look and sound right now.

You slowly step back away, staring daggers at the man but it came off more as a plea. He stands up reaching for you but you slap his hand away.

“Don’t you ever come near me. We’re breaking up, Doffy. You could’ve just said that you’re tired of me you know? My face, my presence, my body. I’m sure that Violet has a good body with perfect proportions–”

“What?– (Y/N), what are you even saying?–”

“I’m telling the truth for you! Since you’re probably so drunk right now you can’t even defend yourself and describe!”

Drinking wasn’t in his priority due to his workload. When he does drink, it’s with you always and if he’s not with you then he drinks a small amount just to feel that in his system. This night, he went beyond his rules when alone because he was in a difficult time having workloads, and with you having a problem with him.

He was a patient man, sometimes he breaks and that was one of the times he did. At that time, the alcohol was the only one to calm him down and make his problems go away even for a night. Guess that time wasn’t right at all. Now he’s faced with this state he didn’t think was possible to happen in both your lives.

Doflamingo couldn’t form any words, and he knows he’s fucked especially when you step back away and away from him. Almost to the hallway to surely head to the bedroom.

“I’m sorry,” you swallow and whimper, “that I’m not even enough for you in these times. I just wish you didn’t even ask me, everything’s just a waste now,” you raise your hands on your stomach level, feeling your fingers and finally stopping on your ring finger. Pulling out the ring carefully and feeling it for the last time. You stop for a second to bend down your legs and place the ring on the floor carefully. Quickly you stand up to give a pained small smile, “I’m really sorry, Doffy.”

At that, you turned and ran to the bedroom, locking it and sobbing in your hands while sitting by the door. Doflamingo stands still from where he is, eyes fixed on the hallway with his head pounding. Slowly he processed everything more and he looked down at the floor, on the ring you wore. His annoyance comes back but is now mixed with hurt. He couldn’t even fathom to really be annoyed because he knows this is all his fault.

What he does is slump down on the couch, hands clutching at his head and pulling at his hair occasionally. What has happened all in a whip?

Doflamingo didn’t realize he fell asleep on the couch, head tilted back and limbs sprawled out. That was a mistake he would regret, but the alcohol got his system good so there was no way out.

Hours later into the midnight, you slowly come out of the room, a luggage bag in your hands. You were determined to move out of here, away from everything. You leave your phone inside, car key in your hand as you walk out the hall and to the door outside.

Passing by Doffy is a pain to be dealt with, especially now seeing him unconscious without even trying to fix things with you earlier. This really is a lost cause. You resist the urge to go near him and kiss him one last time, but you know that if you do that, things will just get back the way they were. And that can’t happen at all. Both of you were better off than having this kind of relationship everyday.

What adds to your already breaking heart? That would be the name that came from him… “Violet…”

The third year passes by as you walk down the field to feel the summer night air. It was past 1 AM when you had the urge to walk by the fields again. Somehow, walking alone in the peaceful place you’re staying at is calming and adds more relief to you.

It was like time was unreal. Was it really three years already? What could have happened back there?

You were living near the border of the rural place you went to. That way, it would be easy to buy stuff you need and to escape when something would happen. This place wasn’t fancy nor plain, just a regular one you bought for yourself back when you and your ex fiancé even met. Now it’s put to good use.

When you left, you had your old car key with you. Your old car that Doflamingo prevented you from using as much as possible was parked near the condominium you were staying at. Outside the building where cars of owners who live by the road were parked. Good thing that when you tried to bring it to life, it started just fine. Then you were off to drive good miles and hours away.

You were smart enough to not bring any device with you, and thankfully your car didn’t have a tracker as Doflamingo hated that car, so it was safe to drive away. Going deep in the city that’s nowhere near the borders, you parked the car away from an ATM, withdrew all the cash you had in your account and before you went back to the car, you broke the card in half and threw it away in the nearest bin. It was great that no one robbed you, so you safely went away.

It was awfully hard at first living by yourself again. Sure there were no problems, but you think depression is gaining up on you and anxiety as well. Though that’s why you went here, to renew and better yourself. Of course it’s hard, but you’re not pulling through it.

One that made you feel better was your neighbors, maybe a 30-minute walk away from your house. She and her father were really nice, helpful, and caring. Conis was her name and her father's name was Pagaya. They had soft, calming voices and whenever you went out the field you both were sharing and in the proximity of, Conis always joined you for a walk and chat. Or sometimes having meals with them, or just simply chilling out in the field.

Tonight, you’re all alone as you tread through the field of grass and flowers alike. The breeze of the air sweeps through every part of you, the sundress you chose to wear swaying with the breeze. Along with your hair that’s now tucked behind your ears. This wasn’t ideal to do as it is midnight, dangers could be lurking.

But who cares? You didn’t think you’re that worth now.

A car or two passes by the road just meters away from you. It wasn’t always that cars go by, unless they’re from cities who do deliveries or just simply going back to their province. It won’t hurt to watch cars pass by whenever you have the chance to. The few light posts provide light to make you see the road.

You stop walking and look away from the road to the sky. The sky was impeccable tonight too. Stars scatter all over the sky, moon shining with its fullness, and little clouds passing by leisurely. It was certainly a sight to see without being tired of it. You could always stare up at the sky, and this is one of the few reasons that are making you stay.

A sudden loud bump in your chest makes your breath hitch quietly, eyes closing and a hand coming up to be placed on your chest. Normal days were spent to forget, and forget, forget, and just forget. Although midnight hours would be an exception. Only for this midnight.

Tears fall from your eyes slowly. Being vulnerable like this wasn’t it. It’s so annoying to feel. The sudden feeling of longing for something, for someone. The best way to deal with this was to cry alone on this quiet night.

“(Y/N)...”

You clutch at your chest, beginning to imagine his voice. His sometimes menacing voice but still a handsome one. Then the feel of his skin on yours, his loving touch that always never fails to make you soft and pliant. His warmth that’s always needed and welcomed. His hands that are calloused yet–

Abruptly opening your eyes, you look up ahead and up the sky again, sighing with a shiver. It was then that you felt that the one you were imagining was indeed real at this very moment.

“(Y/N).”

You scramble out of the person’s hold on you, when you turn around the beat in your chest speeds up. You gasp and blink a few times at the man in front of you. How did he get here?

“Doffy? What are you doing here?” You ask frantically, watching his every move and slowly backing away from him. Nervousness seeps through every fiber of your being. This was not good.

“I came to pick you up. And I see you still know how to call me.” He chuckles a bit, a low one and with little humor.

“I– that was a mistake. Why are you here? I don’t need you here–”

“(Y/N), it’s been three years already. Can we please just cut to the chase and fix our problem without any quarrel?”

“No! I’m finally peaceful here– I’ve moved on! We can’t go back to the–”

“Moved on? Seems to me like you’re not,” he nods at your face-filled tears which you wipe away quickly, “Why even lie to me, my lo–”

“Don’t call me that!” You almost yell. “I’m telling you Doflamingo, I don’t need–”

“You don’t (Y/N), but I do!” His voice broke, “I know I fucked up everthing before, so let me make it up to you now. I’ve given us enough time—hell, even more than needed—for us to make ourselves level headed when we talk again–”

“We don’t have anything to talk about! We’re done and that’s all to it! I’m sure you have Vi–”

“I told you before, she’s just a client. Nothing more. It’s you who I–”

“Bullshit! No you don’t!”

Doflamingo sighs, patience wearing thin at this useless argument. This was not what he came here for. You turn and walk away quickly but are stopped by a hand on yours, that slowly but surely clasps your fingers. And you hated how that made you feel in that instant. More vulnerable and yearning than ever.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N). For not having enough time for you. I know I can’t reason with you anymore, so I’m apologizing with what I can give you. Please,” a squeeze to your hand, “come back to me…”

Tears were falling down your cheeks again and you snivel and close your eyes at this.

“That night, nothing happened. I reviewed the camera in the living room, and I heard what I said while asleep. But I assure you, my love, that nothing happened at all. All I did was drink and drink–”

“Stop…” you whisper out, trying to loosen your hands but to no avail. His low voice laced with sincerity were making you weaker by the second, and the resolve you tried to build easily breaking down makes you annoyed.

“I won’t stop, not until you come back to me. Our misunderstandings are long overdue, and I miss you so much.”

“No, Dof, I told you to stop!” You whispered.

The next thing he did was to engulf you in a hug. A hug that’s so needed and missed by you for so long. He turned you around to hug you properly albeit the height difference. That was mendable as he easily picked you up to hug your torso, an action that makes your heart always happy.

You sob against his chest, forcefully jabbing at his chest, still that was useless as weakness overtakes your body.

Was this what you wanted? After exerting effort to go away, just to come back three years later? But his apology was enough right? Was that what you wanted to hear all along?

Doffy sits down on the ground, properly cradling you in his warmth. His hands massaging your back and lips peppering kisses all over your head. And without hesitation, you hug him fully and tightly. So close you could meld your bodies right then if it was possible. As you clutch and squeeze him, you whisper nothing and sob.

“Doffy, I needed you…”

“I’d hate you for this, but I can’t…”

“I missed you so so much it hurts…”

And just like that, everything went back the way it was three years ago. Doffy quietly comforting you and nuzzling his nose against your hair. As you calmed down, you hummed with a nod.

“I’m sorry, Doffy.. for causing you trouble… I should’ve just waited more patiently…” you whisper.

“It’s alright, my love. I’m sorry for lacking time with you. I’ll do better, please come back to me.”

You nodded, smiling a little as you lifted your head. You both stared at each other and you leaned in close to his face. “I still love you, Doffy.” With that, you kiss him with all your heart which he returned also.

The midnight ended with you two back together, in the sheets tangled with each other. As you come and go to shut your eyes, he smiles at you. Then he slips up a ring on your finger, one that you wore years ago and you open your eyes wide.

“We’re going to marry once we go back tomorrow. Are you okay with that, my love?” He holds your hand affectionately. For the last time, you smile as much as you can and hug him, whispering a “yes” and kissing him before passing out to sleep after the eventful night of reconciliation and love-making.

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– eiacez

[writer-akihiko]

Hi! If that's okay could i request some angst for the first years (+Grim, Crewel and Crowley? Platonic only for them)

MC/Yuu runs away from NRC due to all the shit they've been put through because of Crowley not doing his job, they do finally find them some days later but MC refuses to go back to NRC and tells Crowley that they despise him.

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First Years + MC Running Away [+Plat!Crewel & Crowley]

I love the angst for this, and planning the emotions that they would feel! The dorm leaders also make a cameo in Crewel and Crowley's part. Cut for length.

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of Emotional Manipulation, Curse Words, Wounds and Mild Violence. Please read at your own discretion.

"I'm not going back."

"Wh... What?" He was astonished. "YN... I've looked far and wide for you- please-"

No words left his mouth as you stepped away from him, tears in your eyes and you were going to make a run for it again.

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek was in a dilemma. He wanted to go back to NRC because of Malleus, but you refused to. You still meant a lot to him of course, but he still wanted to stay in NRC. He reached out to you, holding you in place with his Fae strength.

"YN, we have to go back. Please don't be unreasonable," He begged. There was no way he wasn't going without you.

You shook your head, trying to tug against Sebek as much as possible. There was no way you could fight against him, and you wouldn't want to hurt him either. "Sebek... Sebek just let me go. I'm just a human and..."

The moment was ruined with Crowley showing up, yelling at Sebek to bring you back. You mustered as much of your voice as you could. "No! Don't take me back!" You screamed at Sebek, who was holding you in a lock. "I hate him! I hate him, don't do this to me Sebek!"

His grip almost loosened at you saying you hated Crowley. Actually, he thought it was directed at him. It took a lot of effort for Sebek not to cry because he knew. He knew how much you didn't deserve the things you faced. The Overblots, the treatment and sheer alienation from other students, Crowley's neglect... He knew.

He blamed himself for getting so caught up in what his Master was doing that he forgot to care about you. When he found out that you ran away, he felt as if he deserved it. He pulled you in, tucking you against his chest and allowing you to cry.

He didn't bring you closer to the others, neither did he bring you away. He kept you close to him, as your tears stained his perfect uniform. Not a word came from him when you cried into him. It was kept that way, as the half-Fae dared to growl at Crowley and anyone else that took a step closer to you.

"YN... You're safe with me, alright?"

Ace Trappola

He told himself that he wouldn't get mad, but your refusal just rubbed salt in wounds as he remembered the sleepless nights of trying to find you. Beneath all of it, he was scared. He was scared that he lost you to some one else. He was scared that this world never suited you, and you finally went to your own, leaving him alone.

"What do you mean you're not going back?! YN, stop screwing around with me!" He screamed, throwing his magic pen to the ground. At this point, he was pissed about anything relating to magic. Magic was useless when it came to finding you.

"I'm not going so leave me alone Ace..." You told him, tears nearing at your eyes. "I don't want to. I don't want to. I'm done with Crowley's shit and I'm done with NRC."

You took a running start, but Ace caught you, pushing you to the ground. His expression caught you off-guard. He was crying, eyes puffy and tired as his face was pale, as if he hadn't gotten enough sleep.

"You're done?! How could you... I..." He didn't know what to say. You were right. You had dealt with enough. You never deserved it... If it weren't for him and his troublemaking ways... Maybe you wouldn't have to suffer...

"I'm sorry..." He coughed out, his voice strained. He kept you pinned on the ground, as his tears flowed with yours. "I'm sorry for being an idiot. I'm sorry for dragging you into trouble. I know you don't deserve it but I'm an asshole that does anyway..."

"Ace..."

"But!..." He went on, his eyes glossing over as he admired you once again. Oh... you were beautiful to him, even if you were crying in his arms. "But I'm selfish. I didn't want to let you go so I went after you instead... So hit me if you want, scream or punch me... I don't care, just don't leave me."

He sat up, pulling you into his lap, his chin under your head. "I was so lonely without you YN..."

"Godammit I love you..." He choked out, his tears never-ending. You both sat there, hugging each other as if it were your last days. You didn't dare to let go of him this time.

Deuce Spade

He didn't know how to respond. All he knew was that he had to hold onto you before you ran away from him once again. "YN... Wait... Don't leave!"

He wondered if he even made the right choice to stay on the side of bringing you back. From just the look of you, he knew you were tired. He knew those responsibilities were never yours. Your suffering just proved to Deuce how powerless he was. Maybe that's why he wanted to bring you back... as proof that he could do something for you.

"YN... I'm sorry..." He said, holding you close to him. There wasn't a thing he could do for you. All you went through... It was Crowley's irresponsibility. He did this to you. Deuce's grip tightened on you, as he though of what it could've done to your psyche. "YN... YN... I'll make sure he doesn't touch you. I'll make sure that he never comes near you again... YN, you trust me right?"

For all the times he wasn't with you, he was determined to make up for it. Deuce wasn't going to let you suffer through this alone, even if it means he gets hurt. It was better for him to get hurt than you, even though he was so desperate to ask Crowley to find you.

You nodded, hiding into Deuce's chest. His heart was beating so fast, most likely from the never ending search for you. You never regretted running away, but you missed Deuce and your other friends, and Grim too. The one thing you regretted was accepting Crowley's offer to stay here.

"I don't care what you do to me," You told him. "Just don't take me back. I don't to go back. I don't want to go back to NRC..." Your body trembled at the thought of moving back to NRC, but all thoughts of it were abandoned as you saw Crowley approach you.

You screamed, but he never touched you. Deuce stood in the way, as he shielded you with his own body. He pushed you back, as he grabbed tightly onto his magic pen. Abandoning all morals of propriety, he glared hard at the principal.

"...Don't touch her."

Jack Howl

He wasn't going to let you run away this time. "Don't move."

Jack couldn't believe that he found you so quickly. No, that wasn't it. He couldn't believe that you were still here. Despite him having a scent on you, you could've been miles away without him knowing. He thought you went back to your own world. He thought you hated him, but by the way you hugged him, it reassured him of any thoughts he had.

There was not single part of you that did not tremble when Jack told you he wanted to take you back. Your sheer refusal turned into an argument quickly, as you listed all the sufferings you went through. It was confusing and agonising for Jack to listen to you. He knew you needed this, but some of the things you said sent shivers down his spine.

"I…"

"It's okay YN. You don't have to go back," He whispered to you. Jack's ears flattened as yours tears made your eyes puffy. He got flustered since he didn't know how to comfort you any further, busying himself with wiping away your tears instead.

Jack was sharp. He knew Crowley was out to get you, even if you didn't want to. He wanted the easy way out, but Jack wasn't going to give him the chance. There was no reason why Jack shouldn't help you… but he'd be lying if he weren't scared of what would happen if you both were caught.

You and Jack had the same train of thought, so you shook your head. "No Jack… I have to…" You told him, your voice raspy. "You already found me and there's no use. You… You can't outrun him with me…"

Jack growled, baring his teeth at the person who caused you such misery. His claws were out, as he hid you behind him. You didn't make a sound, paralysed by the very person that pulled you in this hell. You only met eyes with Crowley for a moment, as the world swirled around you.

"I know I can't… But I'm sure as hell am going to try…" Jack ran away from the principal, with you tightly in his arms as he made a run for it.

Epel Felmier

He was more than angry. He never understood why you and him but now it was evident. It was because both of you were stubborn. You both always tried to grasp what you wanted, and in the light of attaining it, you both always made a run for it. For him it was power… and for you, it was freedom.

"Damn it!..." He cursed underneath his breath, quickly removing his jacket and covering your head in it. You were probably hungry and tired. You were probably scared. What was he supposed to do?...

How did it come to this? He was supposed to be the one that supported your desires, no matter how big or small as you did the same to him. But now, with him using Crowley to get to you… What was he doing? This was hurting you, not helping you.

He moved away from you, ripping off the magical tracking device off of him. "You damn liar!" He screamed. "How dare you hurt her like this… Do you think I'm some stupid puppet?! Like hell you're gonna reach her with my help!"

Epel stomped and tore the device apart, grunting at every time the magic deflection hit him. He didn't stop, ripping further into the grass as he cried for your sake. He never meant to do this to you. He got up, taking you by the wrist and pulling you much deeper into the forest.

"YN… YN we have to go. They were tracking me and they- they might…"

You stopped in your tracks.

"YN?"

You hugged Epel, holding him tight. He snapped out of his delusions, turning to panic about your well-being. "Are you hurt? If you can't walk I'll carry you, but we have to get away-"

"Stop Epel," You said, taking his hands into yours. "Stop… It's okay… I'm okay… I can't make it any further and I don't blame you… I just… wanted it to not hurt for a bit."

He broke down in your arms, as you both collapsed to the ground. Filled with exhaustion, you could only grip to his hands weakly. Before your eyes darkened, you remembered his last words.

"I'm sorry…"

Divus Crewel

He's horrified at your state. All his emotions were bottled for the time being. There was no reason for a puppy like you to be exposed to such horrid emotions from him. He shrugs off his fluffy coat, covering you in the coat, as he carries you in the coat.

Dire was quick to catch up to him, but alas, all that Divus had for him was disappointment. Even from teacher to teacher, no… even from magician to magician… all respect for Dire that he had vanished. The dorm leaders caught up with the principal, and from the looks of it, they were horrified.

"For this puppy to end up like this…"

No, he couldn't get angry now. He had to be the example to other students. Rosehearts, Al-Asim and Ashengrotto were in tears, while Draconia and Kingscholar were murderous. If it weren't the difference of authority, Divus would bet those two would maul Dire where he stood.

"Draconia. Schoenheit. Take YN away and treat her wounds," He commanded. Still wrapped in his coat, Malleus brought you to the others, as Vil observed for any of your wounds. Divus signalled the other students away as he took off one of his gloves, glaring at Dire. "I need to talk with the principal."

Dire was still, as Divus delivered a clean punch across his face. There was no need for further violence. It'd be an insult to what you suffered. Divus grabbed Dire by the collar, almost sneering at him. "Did you realise what you've done to that puppy? She's scared, she's suffered all because of you."

He left Dire alone. It's what he deserved. There was nothing to be done. If he further pummeled the crow man, he might just kill him right then and there. Divus, for now, had to be by your side as your father figure and welcome you back safely to NRC as you were meant to be. Before leaving, he picked up his sullied glove from the floor, saying his last to Dire.

"You don't deserve to be her father."

Dire Crowley

He was ashamed to use his magic on you, but he had to prevent you from running. It was a necessary measure, but the real thorns were your words that pierced through his heart. You yelled insults, curses and cusses at him as if you were held at gunpoint, your lungs exhausted from the constant shrieking.

"No no! Let me go," You begged. "I hate you, I hate you I hate you!" You chanted it as if it were a spell. "I wish you never took me in. Don't touch me!"

The words were enough for the magic to weaken, granting you your escape. Dire was not swift enough, but the Dorm Leaders were. They heard everything, every complaint you threw at Dire and every insult you had for him. Malleus caught you, but as soon you knew it was him, you pushed him away.

"No… NO! I am NOT GOING BACK!" You cried, holding your head in your hands, crouching into a ball. Leona quickly knocked you out. If you went on, you would've hurt yourself and the injuries you sustained from running away was concerning enough.

Against all odds, those seven turned to the principal, with faces of betrayal. All you had been through… They did not realise what burden Dire, and subsequently, they placed on you.

"Crowley… you were never gracious."

Dire was hopeless. He couldn't comfort you, he knew he couldn't be forgiven. He stood in his place, accepting his fate at the moment. He couldn't ask for your mercy nor forgiveness, and perhaps that was his fate. To be cursed by whoever he neglected.

"Please, take care of her for now."

[findpenpalsover20]

Name/Nickname: Dom

Age: 35

Country: Australia

Some info about me: I always find it so hard to describe myself, I feel like there’s so many aspects to a person’s personality, so many different ‘sides’ of them. Alas, here goes: I’m a bit of a dork! I love reading, watching movies and tv shows, dabbling in writing here and there; I’m a MASSIVE introvert (INFJ, for those of you keeping score at home); and most deeply, I believe chivalry is NOT dead: I love being a gentleman, trying to be a gentleman, treating others with kindness, respect; I’m a bit of a softie, my heart is too big too handle sometimes. Ultra sensitive and one of those people that will hype you up and want to treat you like a princess/prince, simply because we’re friends - I have unconditional kindness and love for all you beautiful souls out there; I’m a home body, a lover of rain and the sounds it makes, and I don’t really have any real life friends. I love imagining I’m a knight or a prince, and writing as if I belong in another age. Apologies in advance for my ‘vintage’ / old school word choice and sentence structure. I’m a walking paradox, wanting both to share my heart with lots of people and wanting so many friends who I can build up and support, but also being so introverted that I want to just seclude myself in my room all day.

Interests: Collecting books, vinyls, blu-rays, video games, vhs’, all things unicorn; being so addicted / in love with Stardew Valley that I’m afraid to play it; finding the beauty all around me, in the small things, and being happy with the little I have, every single day, i.e. star gazing, walking around the park on a cold wintery day, walking with my toes in the sand on a summery afternoon.

Other random things I love are: Batman, red vines / twizzlers, Dr. Pepper, cheesecake, classic novels, historical fiction, mornings spent in my room listening to relaxing music and reading a book while it’s raining outside, basketball, chivalry

What I’m looking for: Friends, really. Any age, gender, location. Due to my introversion, I go through spells of being able to talk a lot, then having an ‘introvert hangover / introvert withdrawal’ where I disappear for a few days because I need to recharge my social batteries, so please, if you’re expecting to talk 24/7 then please know in advance: I can’t do that. I’m one of those people that WILL stick around, but i’ll be here in waves. I need friends who understand the struggle of being an introvert, and who won’t be offended when I don’t talk for a bit. I’d love to eventually send the occasional letter, postcard, but I don’t have the finances to send out 200 letters a year, haha. Ideally it would be an email correspondence, much like letter writing a few hundred years ago. Where I’ll have your letter sitting in my inbox, and when I have some time to relax after a busy day of work, I can go into my email and read your ‘electronic letter’ to me, and then sit in silence and peace, crafting my response. I would love to talk to someone who likes writing eloquently, (maybe we can even pretend we are Lords/ Ladies from neighbouring countries or towns, and talk about our lives in such a manner). If you do decide to wish to converse with me, please prepare for a lot of positivity and kindness.

How you can contact me: Send me an email to my email address, breatherofstardust @ gmail.com (without the spaces), and please include:

1) a little bit about you

2) why you want to write with me

3) and a photo / selfie, so I can see who I am speaking to :)

I won’t presume to assume that I’ll get loads of responses, but in the case that I do, I don’t think i’ll be able to take on too many correspondences - because those that I do take on, I want to give my full attentions to, you know? And having a job and regular life keeps one plenty busy :O And I understand also that not all correspondences work out, due to differing personalities, changing circumstances, or just simply not getting a long. And there’s nothing wrong with that! I don’t expect to get a long with everyone in the world :))

Either way, I look forward to hearing from you :) If anything (or lots) of what I have said has tickled your fancy, then here’s hoping you’ll appear in my inbox, in due time. Thank you for you reading!

With warmest regards,

Dom