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vxnuslogy · 2 months

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– rainswept sins, you're forgiven.

pairing: sunday x gn!reader

premise: in the presence of the harsh downpour of rain, you and sunday let it was away your past sins and learn how to finally forgive.

– warnings: slight angst if you squint.

– author's note: me when i get motivated to write when tiktok shows me random poetry and they remind me of sunday <3. if any of the hunters sees this, yes the title is intentional LMAOO. art credits to @.helen_zzhao. | 2.4k words.

what a dull day today was your first thought. here you were, stranded on the planet of mendasia after a mission, clutching your bag filled with exotic flower. the downpour of the rain was unrelenting as you heaved out a sigh. you’ve already sent a message in your group chat for someone to come pick you up after not heeding kafka’s warnings. even under the rain, the wasteland that was once graced by idrila, looked beautiful. still carrying that paradise people sang about in ballads.

the sight reminded you of that fateful day of your aeon’s final departure.

you were taken back to the days where everything was simple. how you longed to watch the stars pass you by in a blur while adventuring. the golden ticket hidden in your breast pocket suddenly felt heavier than it should have. it was always like this; remembering was painful but you couldn’t bring yourself to forget.

“you’ll catch a cold, mx. [name].” the rain over your head ceased as the figure of a certain halovian came into view. he still had a soft smile on his face when the raindrops soaked his hair and wings. he looked more like a wet cat than an angel sent from above. speaking of wings, when you look up, a surge of pride washed over your heart when you saw his wings in their full glory.

“they’re beautiful…” you reply in a whisper. hand coming to smooth out the feathers and gliding over the golden exoskeleton you created after your last mission in the capital of passion. you don’t miss the slight shudder that went through him when your hand touched his feathers. “have they been serving you well?”

sunday stands beside you, shielding you away from the rain. his gloved hand tugging at your sleeve, pulling you closer to his side. “they have, thank you for creating them.”

you hum in response. pushing away your drenched hair, you soak in his new clothes. he still wore a black shirt with the same gold engravings of the order that’s layered with a white coat and a black corset hugging his abdomen with matching white pants and his usual shoes. when you peer over his shoulder you take notice of the small cape in dark blue. sunday cleared his throat after noticing your staring.

“miss kafka had them tailored for me,” he said, voice laced with shyness. “do they look strange?”

“you look beautiful in white.”

shocked and unprepared for your straightforwardness, sunday couldn’t help the flush that creeped up his cheeks and ears. wings flapping slightly in secret delight as he looked forward. a curled gloved hand hiding half of his face when he muttered a soft thank you.

maybe your nostalgia was fueling your bravery. you weren’t this blunt and forward with your compliments to sunday’s beauty, but today you let yourself heave out a sigh in contentment. sunday was always a sight to behold, premium eye candy if you will. you stopped eyeing the man when your conversation with elio replayed in your mind.

“you cannot favor him over the rest, [name].” destiny’s slave said as he sat down behind his desk.

“i’m not favoring him.” you weakly argued, taking the seat across from him. you had always teased his appearance for looking like a sickly victorian child in a pandemic, but you figured now was not a good time to joke.

the man sighed and leaned back on his chair. “what’s really bothering you, [name]?”

you pause for a moment before replying.

“maybe recruiting sunday was the wrong choice.” you don’t point out how his eyes widened. rarely do you question elio’s intentions of recruiting other hunters, he’s done you a big favor in the past and questioning him would be rather ungrateful. but still, you can’t help but let the monster in your heart claw at your ribs. “he doesn’t belong here.”

“and where do you suppose he will go? the express?”

you opened and closed your mouth, no reply leaving your lips as destiny’s slave sighed.

“you cannot project your wishes to be redeemed onto him.” he stands up with his arms crossed behind back. voice unwavering and so sure it left you looking down on your curled hands. feeling like a child being scolded for speaking out of turn. “you’ve made your choice. let him make his own.”

“mx. [name]?”

you snapped out of your flashback when sunday took hold of your shoulder. grip tight with concern and eyes furrowed with confusion. shaking your head you clutch your bag tighter and sigh for the nth time. “i’m sorry what were you saying?”

he pressed his lips to a thin line, letting his hand retreat to his side. “i said we should wait for the rain to stop before meeting with the others.”

oh, that’s right. sunday must have seen your message and came to pick you up. staring up at the sky, you try to predict how long you’ll be stranded under the rain with only his wing and being shielding you from the cold.

“is your wing tired yet?” you ask and look at him. “it might take a while before the rain stops.”

with a small smile he shook his head no. a chuckle leaving his lips when his hand came to fidget with his gold earring. a small habit you notice he’d do whenever he’s deep in thought. “don’t worry, this is a good form of exercise for me.”

you only hummed. eyes staring at your feet and the nearby puddles of water caused by the rain.

“this reminds me of the time when you first found me.” sunday spoke, his voice laced with tenderness.

you smile and chuckle. “i’m surprised you remember.”

he let out a snort and shrugged his shoulders. “well, it was quite memorable. i feel a couple hundred feet from the air and suddenly a black cat and its owner come to save me.”

“i take it this is your way of repaying the favor?” you jest.

“i suppose it is.”

as you both wait for the rain to stop, you take your time to reflect on how far you’ve gotten in your journey. you’ve changed, but you’re still the same person that boarded the train you didn’t even know existed. the same carelessness that landed you a quick scolding session from a higher being. the love for invention and taking pride when others use it. you still liked the conductor’s coffee over tea but drank it whenever kafka offered you a cup. you were still you after everything.

and sunday was the same. he was still a bit awkward with the others, but he didn’t completely avoid everyone anymore. he started joining everyone when eating and he still has that sacrificial mindset of his that lands him a chop to the head. and he still knew how to read everyone like a book.

“do you regret joining destiny’s slave?”

“there’s really no escaping you, is there?”

you reach out your hand to feel the rain under your skin. shoulders tensing when the cold drops felt more like bullets penetrating your skin. you ponder over the question in your head. you wonder what expression you were making for sunday to scoot just a tiny bit closer to you. a distance that far surpasses what he deems professional.

“just a bit.”

“pardon?”

“i regret it. but just a small smidget of it.” you take a deep breath and pull your hand back. taking out the golden ticket from your breast pocket, you stare at it with eyes filled with longing. “i miss akivili; more than i should.”

“akivili,” sunday mutters under his breath. “your aeon?”

you chuckle. “more than that. they were my family.”

turning the small ticket over, you see your name engraved in it with their handwriting. “they were my aeon. i never realized how much i devoted to them until i lost it all.”

this was why elio warned you to keep your head straight whenever it came to sunday. just like him, you were too devoted to a god that’s already long gone. the thought of akivili being dead often sent you spiraling into a hysterical fit of sadness. elio feared you would go out of your way to look into sunday’s methods on how to revive a fallen aeon.

“i never realized.” sunday murmurs, his molten gold eyes stared at the ticket with furrowed brows. “do the other hunters know?”

“just elio and kafka.” you flip the gold bar like a coin in your hands to distract yourself. “they were there when i went haywire and nearly got myself killed.”

you feel sunday’s gaze bore a hole into the side of your head. “why didn’t you go back?”

that’s a good question, why didn’t you go back? it was obvious from the conductor’s anonymously sent letters and not to mention the missing posters of you plastered on the planets you’ve traveled to. the poor thing wanted nothing more than for you to come back, but you chose to become a slave to destiny instead. all because of your guilt and shame.

“elio often told me, “you love akivili too much” and i suppose he’s right,” you chuckle as you tuck the ticket back in your breast pocket. “i love them to death. and they’d be the only one to bring me back to life. they were my everything. and i killed them.”

“what?”

you turn to sunday, a bitter smile on your lips. “are you surprised?”

“i–” sunday paused, trying to piece his words together. “i don’t believe it.”

you sigh. “well, to say that i killed them wouldn’t be accurate. but still, the fact that i got them killed still remains.”

“surely there must be more to that story.”

a chuckle left your lips. “i wish that were the case. but if i were to lay down the entire story, it all comes down to one thing.”

“and that is?”

“recklessness.”

you smile at sunday’s efforts at comforting you, but you didn’t like the frazzled look in his eyes. both pairs of his wings tense in an uncomfortable way it has you wincing. if you hadn't grazed your hand over his feathers he would’ve let them be tense the entire way back and you didn’t want that. you didn’t want to compromise his progress.

“do you think your a bad person, mx. [name]?” he asked. eyes trained on the tip of his shoes.

your hands pause their ministrations. caught off guard by his questions, your eyes widened as you looked at sunday. you notice the uncertainty in his eyes, the tension that started to build up on his shoulders, as if he’s bracing for a blow. the question isn’t unfamiliar, you often ask yourself after that particular mission and those conversations with elio.

before you can respond, sunday lifts his gaze and meets yours. the same pool of gentleness you saw on the roof on your last mission. “i don’t think you are. i’ve seen firsthand on how much you care –about me and the others–how hard you try to keep everyone safe and on the right track.”

“do i now?” you jest with a tilt of your head.

sunday continues, his voice steady and sure. “everyone has their moments of regret. actions they wish to undo. but,” he takes a closer step to you and takes hold of your hand. “those moments don’t define your entirety. you taught me that, didn’t you?”

you think back on when you first met sunday as he rubbed circles on your knuckles. how he didn’t even want to eat the food you offered him in a fit of paranoia. the way he’d pace around the base at night because his past haunted his dreams. and the time when you sat him down after a nasty fall when he tried to take flight, a conversation of vulnerability that had him grimacing and hissing like a stray cat.

“i did say that didn’t i.” you chuckle and close your eyes. the feeling of his spread wing encircled you in a slight hug, you didn’t even realize that the rain had died down to a soft drizzle.

“you told me that the mistakes i’ve made in the past shouldn’t chain me; that i’m free to move on from them. redemption isn’t a one-time thing; it’s a journey.”

you feel a lump in your throat form, voice cracking slightly. “and what if those moments have piled up to one giant mess that can be deemed unforgivable?”

“but i forgive you.”

his words hung in the air like a lifeline for you to grab. you look at sunday, truly look at him –not just a quick peek or glance. even when his bangs stuck to his forehead in the rain, you felt such a pull to his eyes that reminded you of the morning sun; the dawn you always looked forward to after a tough night. his eyes reflected the faith you’ve tried to show him when he first joined.

“sunday…” you start, but he only shakes his head.

“i forgive you, [name] –everyone has. i know you’re trying, and that means more than the mistakes you’ve made in the past.”

slight tears prick at the corner of your eyes as you lean your head on his chest. “and who gave you the right to forgive me huh? i know you haven’t forgiven yourself for what you’ve done back in penacony.”

“then i’ll repent,” his arm pulled you closer to his chest, his hand supporting the back of your head. “even the devil would kiss your eyes and beg for forgiveness if it meant you’ll be kinder to yourself.”

you feel the warmth of his embrace; the steady beating of his heart that sounded like peace and home. for a brief moment, you rejoice in his comfort. “sunday,” you whisper, voice still shaky. “it isn’t that easy.”

he gently lifts your chin to meet his gaze. “it never is, but it’s necessary, isn’t it? you can’t keep chaining yourself to the past forever.”

you close your eyes, feeling scared to meet his resolve. “i don’t think i can forgive myself for what happened.”

“but akivili would,” he says softly. “they were not my aeon, and i doubt they ever will, but i wholly believe they would forgive you. they would see the good in you, just as i do.”

“you’re one strange bird, sunday.” you playfully say. opening your eyes to peer at him with a smile. “the express would have loved you, just as much as i have.”

“akivili would have forgiven you, too.”

#—stellaronhvnters.#・ nouveau livre ˎˊ˗#honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail imagines #honkai star rail headcanons #honkai star rail x you #honkai star rail sunday #hsr x reader #hsr imagines #hsr headcanons #hsr x you #hsr sunday #sunday x you #sunday imagines #sunday x reader #sunday headcanons #( 🂡 ) – royal flush of stories .ᐟ

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tartppola · 3 months

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mx tartppola do you read twst fanfics,, and if so do you have any good ace fic recs,,

omg... it shames me to say this but... not as much... bcs these days all i read r google translated fics of crowley & the yuulis fics i commission from my mutuals 😭😭😭 IM SORRY GHGHHGG i will!! also i mostly stick to x reader... rarely do i go for canon/canon fics for twst... but !! i'll still give recomendations! of fics i rlly like ( it's all one shots 😭 )

oomf nepotism + writers i think r rlly cool!

@traumxrei-archive

@stormgardenscurse

@spadecentral

@ceruleancattail

@fluffle-writes

tumblr fics i rlly like ( mixed so some headcanons, some oneshots, all x reader )

otome isekai au villainess reader ( ft ♠️ )

encouragement from beyond ( ft ♠️ 🐺 🍎 🐊 )

blanket hog ( ft ♠️)

rainy day ( ft ♠️)

ace doing your makeup

ace and deuce having the same crush ( ft ♠️ )

firsties slipping to a sleepover that fem reader is in ( ft ♠️ 🐺 🍎 🐊 )

pomefiore!ace

basketball club w s/o who eeps on their chest ( ft 🦈 🐍 )

and there was ONE bed 😳

undisclosed passion

ace patching you up

adeuce walking with you ( ft ♠️ )

heartslabyul jealousy headcanons ( ft 🌹 ♠️ ♦️ ♣️ )

angel ace

adeuyuu hcs ( ft ♠️ )

cuddling with ace

kissing adeuce when they ask ur lipbalm flavor ( ft ♠️ )

how adeuce fantasize abt their crush ( ft ♠️ )

adeuce bday kisses ( ft ♠️ )

adeuce fighting to confess first ( ft ♠️ )

things you do that make adeuce fall harder ( ft ♠️ )

model ace

aceyuu ramble

another aceyuu ramble

lovestruck ace

ring in orange proposal

adeuce period comfort hcs ( ft ♠️ )

ace jealous of others falling for you

hot things ace does

housewarden ace

streamer ace getting a gf

you're what's missing in my life ( ft 🦈 🐍 )

when you know you know

love beyond words ( ft 🐺 🐙 )

shenanigans ( ft ♠️ 😼 )

sweet sleep ( ft ♠️ )

ace with knight reader

traitor ace ( cw yandere )

good luck kiss before match ( ft ♠️ )

tropes to lovers ( ft all nrc boys )

best friend ace

"someone" decides to ask you for your opinion about "their friend" and you decide to tease them. ( ft ♠️ ⚔️ )

cupid is so dumb

soft mornings

devotion of a contrarian

airheaded s/o ( ft 🌹 ♠️ )

another beautiful day ( ft ♠️ 🐺 🍎 🐊 )

"what outfit should i wear for the date?"

oooo you wanna kiss me so bad ( ft ♠️ 🐺 🍎 🐊 )

it's definitely, absolutely, not love

you wish to kiss me? ( ft 🌹 ♠️ ♦️ ♣️, genderbend )

red and blue ( ft ♠️ ) ( cw yandere )

falling too deep too fast ( ft ♦️ 👑 🐊 🐍 ) ( cw yandere?? )

the joker and the queen ( ft ♠️ )

behind the teacher's back

heart-shaped kisses

tell it to my heart

"i'm losing my appetite" ( cw hurt/comfort )

nightfall ace

ace + sun

movie night

haunted house date with ace

you doing ace's makeup

amuse me ( ft ♠️ 🐺 🍎 🐊 )

what made your friends think you're dating him ( ft 🦁 )

high school romance with ace

how he says i love you

he's absolutely smitten with you ( ft 🍩 )

poly with adeuce ( ft ♠️ )

fooling no one

heartshackle relationship analysis ( ft ♠️ 😼 )

stay by my side ( ft ♠️ ) ( cw yandere )

christmas with poly adeuce ( ft ♠️ )

cuddle pile! ( ft ♠️ 🐺 🍎 🐊 )

^sequel to the cuddle pile ( ft ♠️ 🐺 🍎 )

stars by the pocketful ( ft 🌹 ♠️ ♦️ ♣️ )

poly adeuce with affectionate s/o ( ft ♠️ )

waking ace up in the morning

adeuce yan teamup ( ft ♠️ ) ( cw yandere )

sending your crush a survey form ( ft ♠️ 🐺 🍎 🐊 )

can i go where you go? ( ft ♠️ 🐺 🍎 )

come close, i won't bite

unrealized feelings

foxboy ace

your speckled face

reader confesses and immediately runs away embarrassed ( ft ♦️ 🦈 ☀️ )

competition ( ft ♠️ )

come inside of my heart!

longform fics/series

a reverie until recently ( i commed this! poly oysterjuice post nrc au i put it here bcs it's my list!!!!! u dont have to read it )

hearts held out of harm's way ( same author! reccing the tumblr version instead bcs cool logo :D poly adeuyuu )

three people, who share one soul ( fic series, will they won't day adeuyuu )

how to get the boy : a guide by yuu & ace ( first adeuyuu fic i downloaded on my phone aside from my comms and nath's sebek one shots!!! i love it sm even after all this time GRAHHHHH i liked it even during my malleus phase bcs it was so cute! )

#“i dont have many reccs ><” i said and then i pull up w this list #waaa.........#i was considering not putting yan fics but..... i trust y'all to curate your reading experience and not read it if ur uncomfy with it ^^#ace trappola #twst #ace trappola x reader #noticing the amount of adeuce x reader.......fork spotted in kitchen moment............#i answer stuff

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prodbyton · 5 months

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mx ☆ p.wb - 01

park wonbin x fem reader

you bump into a hot guy at a band concert, but what happens when you realize the hot guy is a member of the band?

🎸 cw. foul language

despite it being a small venue, it was packed. you were shoulder to shoulder with people as you made your way through the crowd, holding your breath as you tried not to inhale the must of peoples sweaty bodies. you see the bar, looking up and squinting slightly at the very limited drink menu. you settle on a white claw, you don't want to be too intoxicated, places like these have all your senses heightened and you just want to relax a bit.

you’re not a big fan of general admission concerts, they’re too pushy and you hate having to stand outside for hours to get remotely close to the stage. not that you care too much about the view for this concert, you’re not too familiar with the band playing but your friend had convinced you to come since its a band she’s recently got into, and they’re still considered “underground”. she played you a few songs before and they were good,

as you turn back around to go back to where your friend is, you underestimate the amount of space you really have and bump into someone, the liquid in your can threatening to spill as you try to balance yourself

“easy there, princess” you almost didn’t hear the voice of the person you bumped into, his voice mixed in with everyone around you along with whatever song the speakers were blasting. you look up to see the face that voice belongs to, and you have to stop yourself from dropping your jaw. damn, he was handsome. tall, blond curly hair, abs peeking out from his cropped t shirt, that face, what a gorgeous face.

“princess…?” your voice lingers in confusion, processing the pet name this complete stranger just called you.

he laughs, his eyes narrow as he eyes you. they go from your face to your shirt quickly, not wanting to stare too long where he would look like a creep.

“your shirt, it says princess?” he says it like its a question but you finally remember that you had worn a cute tee with the word princess in big pink letters.

“oh, i guess you’re right,”

“i guess so,” his voice lingers, he eyes you again and he feels drawn to you, like he doesn’t want the conversation to end. “you a fan of the band?”

“i like a few songs, my friend is a big fan though. she told me to come tonight.” he nods, understanding that you weren’t a fan. for now, at least. “what about you?” you look up to him, taking a sip of your white claw while you wait for his response.

“i’d say i’m a pretty big fan, you’ll enjoy the show, trust me. especially the guy on bass, he’s really good”

“i’ll keep that in mind,” a grin falls on your lips, keeping the conversation light and flirty before realizing you might have been gone a bit too long.

“i should probably go back to my friend before she gets worried, we stood outside for 3 hours to get barricade” you shift your weight to one of your feet while you take your phone out of your pocket to check the time.

7:30. show starts at 8.

“no worries, princess. my name’s wonbin by the way. hopefully i see you around here again” and with that you were sucked into the crowd once more, wonbin nowhere to be seen as you push through people to get back to your friend.

“girl where the fuck have you been?” karina shouts once you’re close enough for her to see, it was even louder by the stage, you have to lean into her so you can talk directly into her ear.

“well i went to get a drink, and i bumped into a guy. a really fucking hot guy”

“did you get his number?”

“no, but he said he hopes he’ll see me around. said his name was wonbin”

she punches your shoulder. hard.

“wonbin? park wonbin?”

“i dont fucking know his last name! but yes wonbin, he was about this tall,” you gesture to a height you felt best represented the male you talked to minutes ago, wanting to give karina the best description you could. “and he was blond, long hair. really hot”

“you’re fucking lying,” she punches you again in the same spot, the already growing bruise makes it hurt even more.

“okay stop hitting me, and what are you talking about? do you know him?”

“girl, you talked to park wonbin… he’s literally part of the band.

your eyes went wide.

“no way, no fucking way. you’re full of shit” it’s your turn to punch her arm now, not believing her at all. there’s no way you just bumped into a flirted with a member of the band. why would he even be in the crowd if he had to get on stage soon?

“are you sure he said his name was wonbin?”

“yeah, but plenty of guys are named wonbin. i think you’re over exaggerating” she shrugs, believing that you had talked to one of the band members and had no idea.

it's just a coincidence that his name was wonbin and fit the description perfectly, right? its not a big deal anyway, it was just some harmless flirting. plus he’s in a band, and guys in bands flirt with everyone!

but none of that matters because the wonbin you spoke to was not the one in a yband.

you were wrong. you were so, so wrong.

it was him. the hot guy you spoke to at the bar was on stage right now, playing bass and singing to the crowd, grabbing the attention of hundreds of people.

you could barely focus on the music, you were so focused on wonbin. your eyes fleeted to the other members, you don’t know anyone else’s name but they were all breathtakingly beautiful. you’re not surprised though, if wonbin was that hot it would make sense the rest of the band would be.

you think back to what he said, when he subtly shouted himself out by hyping up the bass player. of course he wanted you to keep your eyes on him the whole concert.

and you did. you couldn’t take your eyes off him. he was so mesmerizing on stage, the way his hair shined with the stage light, the way you were conveniently on the side of the stage where he was, it was easy for you to keep your focus on him the entire time.

once the concert was over and the noise was dying down, you and karina were turning to join the line of people leaving the venue. you were in a trance, you can't get the image of wonbin out of your head. karina really was a big fan of the band, you somehow underestimated her interest until now, with the way she’s already talking your ear off about what happened moments ago before she asked you what you thought about the show.

“it was him, rina” you sigh, not sure if you should be excited or not.

“i knew it!”

“but now i don’t have a chance!!” you whine, the excitement of tonights events slipping through your fingers.

“if he flirted back with you, then you probably have a chance. just don’t become a groupie y/n,” she nudges your shoulder, and you know she’s serious but there’s still a tinge of humor in her tone.

“no promises, the rest of them were hot as fuck too so who knows” you wink, and you two giggle as you walk back to your car.

you don't know how, but you were going to get him to yourself. if you caught his attention tonight, how hard could it be to get it again?

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a/n: first chapter!! hope you guys like it, kept it a little short just to get a feel of the direction i want to take the next chapter 🤭

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coffee-seedy · 5 months

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Hii! If your requests are open may I please ask for a Mister Demi x reader? (FPE) If not it's okay🤍

Mister Demi x GN! Reader

Request? : Yes

a/n:ah yes our only male teacher in school- because you didn't tell me what the reader gender is, I will make it GN! I hope they add more male teacher or I will become more down bad for miss circle ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

Proofread? : No

there is no normal school in this world, you think... the sound of boots stomping on the school tiles made a slight loud noise that almost attracted the attention of the students, but you don't care, the most important thing is to grade test papers and rest…

it will be done quickly.

that's what you thought.

while the other teachers were eating in the school cafeteria or walking around the hallway to supervise the students during break time, you were still in the teacher's room marking last week's exam papers. there's some students that got F from their exam but you didn't have the heart to kill them, so you probably will give them extra lessons.

while you were grading the exam paper, suddenly the door to the teacher's room opened making a loud sound that distracted you for a moment. It turned out that it was just Mister Demi who opened the door, he probably had just finished his lunch.

when he realized someone was looking at him, Mister Demi immediately looked back at you which made you a little surprised before waving at him, which he wave back and started walking towards you. “Mx y/n, shouldn't you have lunch right now?”

hearing his question, you shook your head and said you had eaten, but Mister Demi knew that was a lie because you always missed lunch or break time, workaholic it's a suitable word for you, always prioritizing work over yourself.

suddenly Mister Demi took out a chocolate bar from his pocket and gave it to you, of course this made you surprised and blushed a little because of his action. You thank him before opening the wrapper of the chocolate bar and eating it.. this was enough to fill your stomach until you got home from school.

while you were eating the chocolate bar, you could see Mister Demi looking at you. you don't realize it yet, out of nowhere he suddenly said something that made you freeze, “y/n.. has anyone ever told you that you are charming?” hearing his statement you immediately stopped chewing and shook your head "no, what's wrong anyway?"

there was no answer from him but only a small laugh, you were a little confused before asking him why. "Oh, it's nothing... I'm just surprised, no one has ever told you that." This certainly makes you a little stunned, without realizing it, the school bell rings which means lessons will start soon.

Mister Demi immediately said goodbye before telling you something "after school, I will pick you up for a dinner.” before you could even refuse him, one by one the teacher comes to the room and gettings their thing ready to teach their lesson. of course this makes it difficult for you to tell him... it seems like you don't have any choice but to accept it.

a/n:ooc mister demi, cause he remind me of the sky cotl season of rhythm guide, and f- they really almost look alike

#fundamental paper education #fpe #fundamental paper education x reader #fpe x reader #mister demi fpe #fpe mister demi #mister demi x reader #gn! reader #x reader #coffee writing~

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hyomacchi · 1 year

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Karma Akabane with s/o who is exactly like tanjiro

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a/n:ahh tq anon for requesting this. Hope you saw this cause you req this on my (now)game acc . I was surprised to see that I got an assassination classroom req so early as it was my fav anime. Anyways tq anon again and I still want to confirm whether you're trying to be 🪻 anon or not.

context:karma akabane x tanjiro! s/o (pre-relationship and in relationship, no gender mentioned for s/o)

tw:torture(putting wasabi in people's nostrils)

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Pre-relationship:

❥ you and karma probably met in class 3-E

❥ when karma met you, he thought you're an interesting one like you're so pure how did you got into class 3-E?!

❥ he tease you for fun every single day but you don't mind it??(or you're just too dense)

"Hey (name)! You got a wide forehead!"

"Ah thank you! I inherited it from my father!"

❥ Remember that one time he shoves a wasabi to an assassin nostrils?

"Hey mx nice! Wanna see him suffer more or you can't bear it anymore?"

"Karma please stop doing that! That's mean!"

"But it's fun! I have more things in my bag that i want to try on him"

❥ in the end, you just brushed him off cause he just always like that

❥ after months of being friends, everytime karma did something sadistic or tease you, you just smile and let him do as please. There's no stopping him anyway.

❥ he seem surprised that you actually stay with him even though you know how his behavior is

❥ man starts teasing you more it makes others (and koro sensei) suspicious

"Man everyone knows you like them,just confess!"-Maehara

❥ everyone except you. Oh how oblivious you are

❥ after a lot of teasing from your classmates(and koro sensei) he just decided to confess to you somewhere near the woods when everybody's home (they're not, all of them peaking from a tree while koro sensei joined them)

"(name). I know this is sudden but i...love you.."

❥ i just know that you took too long to understand his words

"You don't need to reciprocate it I just wanna let it out-"

"I love you too karma!"

In relationship:

❥ nothing changed much, maybe he just became more romantic (or more annoying don't get me wrong this man will still tease even though you just don't understand what he's trying to do)

❥ overprotective over you

❥ i mean you're too kind. People might take advantage of you, that's where your boyfriend come to rescue

❥ some students try to bully you? Next time you see them, they'll be on their knees, begging for your forgiveness

❥ some punk trying to hit on you? They're missing the next day (no they're not dead)

❥ your dynamic with him is kinda funny ngl

❥ i mean kind person with their sadistic bf

❥ hand holding is a must! you guys were seen hand holding by koro sensei and oh god, karma's face is red now because of how much koro sensei tease him

"Nurufufu, Karma is actually touch starved~"

"Shut up you stupid octopus!"

❥ next thing you know, karma pulls out an anti koro sensei knife out of his pocket, trying to stab that octopus teacher (and failed)

❥ anyways..karma will always spoil you. You stare at an item for a second? Consider it's under your desk next day

❥ he don't mind outdoor or indoor dates, as long as he could spend time with you

❥ he's very grateful that you stayed with him

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another a/n:finally i finished it! It was longer than I expected so hope you'll enjoy it anon!

#hyoma's #karma akabane x reader #assassination classroom x reader #akabane karma #karma akabane #assassination classroom #miyawriting

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vanya-evergreen · 1 month

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How to remember (Chapter 4)

Relationship: Batfam x reader (platonic)

Summary: At the age of 11, you woke up in an other world without any guidance and all the money you once lacked. You were left with only your memories and your other memories.

You tired to remember, their life, but it seemed like they didn't want you too. So when trying to navigate the intricate sides of an elite school, but you always got in trouble when it came to faces and names.

Cw: panic attack

No use of Y/n

Wc: 9.5k

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A/n (long, sorry)- to start off sorry this took so long< I mean to have this done weeks ago but here you go.

So i did my first edits on the first Chapters, nothing major in the first 2 chapter because I am overall happy with them, no changes to the prologue but the 3rd chapter needed a major face lift. I would take break in between periods of writing it so it was rough, the part with Damian and Bruce didn't change but i changed how to reader acts, nothing major, just trying to them line up more with chapters 1 and 2.

I added a bit of a 'plan' because i feel like I am pushing the gala trope too early but can't really change that now . Also, while the reader does still own a motorcycle, they no longer rode it to party (much to my despair). I just felt like it was out of nowhere. So i added a scene with Percy and Val in the car. (Yay character dynamics!)

If there is feedback that you wish to give, please feel free to. I am always willing to listen.

Tim smiles at the lady and she lets him past with no problem. He turns back to Val and Percy “Do you not have an invite Percy?” he chastises them “If only you were here with someone.” You could hear his evil glint in his eyes. Percy's arm is tense and shaking. Val tightly grips their wrist, shakes his head, even if he, also, wants to wipe the floor with his face. You remain in your little corner, while they safely guard you. You run your hands over your clothes feeling for the letter you placed in one of your pockets earlier.

You found it quickly, but you weren't sure how to go about getting into the Party. You could wait for Tim to leave, but that might defeat the entire reason why you are here. Which was no longer about why you had so many invites but why the Wayne's even knew you to begin with. Think back to you know of Gala’s from your friends, it's likely this is the only opportunity to speak to Tim. You can't waste this opportunity.

“Percy, Val.” Percy and Val turn around to you holding up the letter. You have to go through them, as they didn't move aside for you “Please excuse them, they are my company for tonight and can’t seem to stop with the rushing” You hand the woman the letter.

She smiles politely and takes the invite from you. You swiftly glance back to Val and Percy. Percy is biting their nails, looking down at their feet; while Val is smiling awkwardly, making eye contact with you.trying to get them to stop. You look back forward to the woman. She stiffens while she reads the letter; she looks up from the letter, making direct eye contact with you. She looks away before handing back the invite to you. You take the letter and put it away.

“Welcome, Mx. ___, we have been expecting your for a long time.” she smiles wider than she had for Tim, it seemed more fearful. You could also most see a sweat droplet form as you continue to watch her. “We could not be more delighted then to have you here to with us.” she steps off to the side and letting all of you off the elevator into the ballroom “I hope you find all of the amenities available to you tonight to be up to your standards.”

The ballroom is entirely made up of marble with floor to ceiling windows that show off a prime view of Lady Gotham, and the shining lights from below. You can't help but look up at the several lavish chandeliers that help light up the ballroom with soft lights. As if the lights from the surrounding building weren't enough. The room was filled with soft string music from one corner and the chatter of all the people dressed to the nines collected in groups scattered across the ballroom. This a brilliant display of the the affluence that had blessed few families back in the 1800’s, and how even fewer were able to hold on to it.

It is disgusting to you, or rather the other you.

Your gawking, and internal spiral, is cut short when you feel a staring directed at you. Tim’s mouth is slightly agape and his eyes look at you like they are trying for read for a speific type of reaction from you. You didn’t really have a reaction, just blinking rapidly while staring at him. He looks like he is trying to formulate words, but you somehow broke his brain. Both of you re stuck like this for too long, You give him a nod and small smile

He seems to quickly gather himself, before speaking “Hello, ___. It's been… a while ” He sound like he is in a rush as he moves towards you with his hand slightly extended.

You reach your hand out to shake his, but Percy grabs your arm and runs off with you as Val follows behind. You try to stop and look back at Tim, but Val pushes you along. Percy and Val stop at one of the many tables for food and drink set up. You tear your arm away from Percy, taking a few steps back from them.

“What was that?” You breathe out exasperated. Percy starts biting their nails once again, Val doesn’t even look at you. “What was that?” You repeat louder. You place a hand on the table to lean on, and you try to catch a thought as your mind runs endlessly.

“Listen, you need to avoid the Waynes.” Percy urges you, “it’s only going to make trouble for you-” Percy gets closer to you, slowly stretching out their hands to your face.

You flinch back slightly,“No,” You hit their hands away, and reestablish the distance between you and them. You gazed at Percy in incredulity, they know better.

“What?” Percy face drops. You never directly snapped at Percy before, you alway were quick with your words when it comes to them.

“No, I am not going to listen to your bullshit right now.” You want to scream and destroy everything here, “I need answers, not some new rule for me to follow,” and yet you can’t make yourself move. “Please, Percy.” Your voice falls quite.

Percy tenses their shoulder, then lets them fall “You knew them vaguely when you were younger.” They are trying to hide their unease of answering in their voice, their face remains as stoic as ever. “They were never that close to you in your life, they were just family friends if anything. You never really got along with his kids, they were all older than you for the most part.”

“Not that close with them.” You repeat. Lies, you hate lies, yet you use them alot. ”Why did I get, not one, but serval invitation from the Waynes for this gala, for this gala then? The last being a letter implying I have been getting invitations for years.” You get closer to Percy, to where you are face to face. You look directly into their eyes, they don’t keep eye contact and look down to the ground.

God, you are the biggest hypocrite to every exists.

“___, I am sure Percy didn’t take them, and you have a large pile of mail on the table. How about we go through that before we start throwing accusation everywhere.” Val steps between you and them. You look up at the up him and raise an eyebrow.. “Please?”

“Fine.” You sigh, “ but I don’t want to see you until I come to find you. Do you understand? ” You maintain eye contact making him hesitantly nod under the pressure.

“Yes we understand.” He looks down to ground break the eye contact. You push your way past Val and look at Percy from the corner of your eye as you continue to walk away. They are staring blankly into Val’s back, they make no effort to dissuade you.

Tim takes a long sip from his glass as he grimaces at the the Bat signal plastered over the clouds. Damit. Everyone in the Batman inc. knew that there is nothing worst than giving up a night of patrol for a Gala. This also means that if the signal goes off and Bruce Wayne is conveniently late to said gala, then it’s better not to expected him at all. Tim is one of the four Wayne representative that are already here. The other three have no… skill in talking business to these, admittedly condescending, people. Tim’s already wearing night only seems to be trying to test how much he can take.

He had spent most of his night talking to very conceded people, most are nearly twice his age. He couldn’t stand most of the conversation. All the while, your mere present had ripped a new hole in barely intact his mind. He wishes that he had focus quicker when he first saw you so that maybe he could have said more than your name but you got pulled away. He has been looking for you as he converses in the crowd. He wasn’t sure what he would say, but he feels like he needs to say something. He never had this had of a time finding you before this, when you and him were younger he always found his eye drawn to little child who had a thousand yard stare.

Now, he definitely will not be able to find you, too much was on his plate now with some villain deciding to be a burden tonight. Even if he did, who’s to say that Percy or the other person would let him talk to you. He grabs another two glass of champagne off of a platter being carried by a passing waiter. He unceremoniously downs the first one, and places it off the side before taking a long slip of the other one.

“Stop right there,” He finishes off the last of his champagne and slams his glass on the table beside him breaking it causing Cassandra to stop and startling Duke and Stephanie. “Seriously, sneaking off?” He drags his eye to look at them.

“Can you blame us?” Steph shrugs “You would do the same thing if you weren’t one of the ‘Front cover’ Waynes” The Waynes were painfully aware of the media’s a favoritism to some of the members of the Wayne family. They didn’t care much for it.

“You’re right.” Tim agrees, nodding his head “I would, still you three are here already and while some won’t notice. There is definitely someone who will notice.” and by someone they mean the media.

“Fuck,” Duke throws his head back in frustration “Why do we even have to be here? We aren’t really doing anything for the business.” Steph and Cass eagerly nod their heads. “I mean would they really miss us that much?”

“Yeah, I am not even a wayne to begin with.” Steph points out. “Technically I have no obligation to the family to be here.” Steph folds her arms with a proud smirk on her face. “I am only a family friend who over stays their welcome.”

“ We are heroes, we shouldn’t have be stuck here.” Cass calmly argues “We need to be out there save lives, we have an obligation.” Tim sighs and pinches his noses bridge, normally Bruce would deal with theses excuses, but he isn’t here.

“Someone will notice, we have already had a few close calls and don’t want anymore and Steph you’re right.” Duke looks aways from TimSteph turns to leave but is stopped as Tim continues “But you love to claim to be a wayne when it’s convenient to you and you also love to take things from out of the Wayne’s supplies.” Steph’s smirk falls into a defeated glare at Tim “Cass, we all know how you have snuck out of Gala’s before, but you are alway with theses two, and if you suddenly weren’t seen with them. Well, it would cause for people to talk.” Cass only sighs.

“Why do you have be right?” Steph complains as she looks over the food on the table. “With Bruce he is alway to occupied to watch all of us.” she picks up one of the sweets and places it in her mouth.

“What are we meant to do now?” Duke and Cass join Steph around the table, they all take some of the snack and eat them. “Because we are stuck here.” Tim rolls his eyes at their comments, he turns to the crowd. He sweeps his eyes a cross the crowd, until he see two familiar people stand off away from everyone. It was percy and their boyfriend, or thats what he assumed him to be seeing as he didn’t know him. He got an idea.

He learn that it was you in the viral video early on the red carpet. He vaguely remembers seeing Duke watching your viral video this morning, and now your ‘bodyguards’ are standing off on the sidelines. You are walking around alone more than likely. He has 3 people that need entertainment. “Well if you want something to do, I heard the person from the viral video of last night is here. Their name is ___” Duke and Steph perk up, Cass is still eating.

“Seriously?” Duke says with a grin. Steph is intensely listening as the wait for tim to reconfirm.

“Yep, saw them early on the red carpet, i think i used to know them when we were younger” Tim smiles to himself. “Maybe you should go try to find them.” Tim didn’t even finish his sentence before Duke takes off into the crowd followed by Steph dragging Cass along with them.

Maybe tonight won’t be as dreadful as it was going.

FSHHHHHHHHH

You bring the water up face and let it wash over you face as you stand up to be greeted by you reflection. Your outfit is messed up along with your hair. Your search for answers and Waynes has been put on pause as you had spent most of you time in the bathroom, avoiding a mental break down. You have been switching between trying to swallow your emotions and just letting yourself feel the emotions of the memories. You really wish you understand why the gala makes you feel so vexed, then you could actually do something productive with it. You run you hand back under the water quickly and run you hand back into you hair to smooth it out.

Turning off the sink you reach for a towel that was hanging next to you, with it you gentle pat your face and neck dry. You are surprised by how nice this bathroom was, but yet again it was elite gala, maybe it was just expected here. You dry you hands, and neatly fold the towel placing it back where you found it. You return to looking in the mirror, push a few hair back and re-adjust you outfit so that it look mostly presentable. You take out you phone to check the time, 9:21 pm. You is caught by an incoming notification. You had gotten at 10 notification from your new apps in the past five minutes.

You only read the first notification, “The Gotham Gazette- The person behind viral video’ You quickly swipe away the notification, you don’t want to deal with this again. You feel the anxiety slowly eat away at your mental clarity. You already spent forty minutes in the bathroom, you sigh before turing off and putting your phone back. Maybe, you should just go find Val and Percy to get out of here with. You glance over your appearance one more time before walking to the door, unlocking it and walking out. You close the door behind you and look down the hallway when you notice someone. You are sent in a trans when you look next to the door to see Wynn crouching down next to the door.

“Why the hell were you in-” Wynn begins to speak as they get up, stopping when they see you standing still as you stare at them “___?” they sign,You continue to stare at them “Stop staring you are creeping me now.” They push your arm softly, you finally snap out of your trance as you rush in to hug them.

“Wynn!” You huff out almost shedding a tear. “Wynn.” You repeat much more calm, you are so glad that you finally found a familiar face that you weren’t mad with. They are quick to hug you back, before you pull away slightly retracting you arm from around them. “Wait you’re speaking?” you sign. “I thought you had a hard time speaking recently.”

“I am wearing my hearing aids” they smile, as they sign “so I can recognize the words I am saying better, almost like before I lost my hearing.”

“That’s great.” you say while signing almost a little to quickly “But why are you wearing them, thought they made you uncomfortable?” You knew how much Wynn disliked their Hearing aid. They didn’t help much when they first lost their hearing 3 years ago; it was better now but they really didn’t wear they often because they learned how to lip read.

“Yeah, they do, but My sponsor said that I needed to wear them tonight because it’s more convenient to everyone.” Your eyes widen a bit, you never knew Wynn had a sponsor. You knew they went to the school based on a scholarship, but you thought that it was a scholar ship given through the school.

“Is that why you are here tonight? A sponsor?” You are always aware of how well off you are in this world, but sometimes, you forget what it was like living near crime ally, sure you still had the memories of getting scars but you didn’t have the scars to prove it.

Wynn nodded, before looking around. “He can be kinda of a dick.” They signed without saying it out loud. “Don’t even get me started on his wife and their kids. Superiority complex seem to be a generational curse.” You stifle your laughter with you hands. “But what are you doing here? Thought you didn’t know the Waynes.”

“Oh well, turns out I know them, or rather knew them.” You shrug, you had never told you friends that you weren’t form this world, you only told them that you couldn’t remember your life before eleven all that well. “I have getting invitation for year, or thats what I assume. So i came here to talk to them, but Percy said I couldn’t.”

“Has that ever really stopped you?” Wynn signs, know you almost too well. “It’s almost like and obligation for you to do the opposite of what they say.’

“Yes, but they know something aren’t telling me, so I got angry with them.” Your blood pressure only grew as you continued to think about it. “They don’t even have enough decent to me shit.” You grip your clothes as your hands shake with frustration. Wynn lightly touches your shoulder.

“What about Val, Did he know?” Wynn speaks instead of signing. They squeeze your shoulder, trying to reassure you.

“Maybe, but he tries to play the mediator, like always.” You let go of your clothes and pat Wynns hand on your shoulder. “Hey, maybe since we both haven’t had easy nights, instead of wallowing in your own frustration we should find a place to talk about everything but this gala”

“Thats sounds much better than hiding out in the bathroom.” Wynn give you a lighthearted glare. You just chuckle a bit and look away from them. “Theres a balcony here that no one uses, but it’s on a upper floor.”

“Are we allowed up there?” You look down the hall leading to the bathrooms. “I don’t really know how this works.

“Well it’s fine.” Wynn grabs your arm and pulls you along as they walk down the hall, but they pauses “as long as we don’t get cause by a security.” You silently and slowly turn your head to them. They return you gaze. “No, yes?”

“Fuck it, let’s just take the chance” Wynn let’s go of your arm as you move ahead of them. They quickly catch up to you as you reach the end of the hall. “I will lead,you help me avoid your sponsor and my babysitters.” They nod, as they look around the room keeping an eye out for anyone you should avoid. Wynn follows closely behind you as weave between the circles of people.

You have been do this with them in school for years when you have the same classes, so it is well practiced. You try to ignore the gossip and the movement of the other people around you ans just focus on getting to the elevator, but you can’t help but here the same name being brought up. Your last name. You were never around a group long enough to get the full context but you will try to remember to either look it up or ask percy when you have your talk with them later.

Wynn pushes you to left which makes you go deep in to the gala, you look back them. Wynn was side eyeing another guest as they pass by. You turn back face forward only narrowly avoiding running into aa group of other teens. “Sorry, not paying attention.” You look towards the ground, if you are going to do something you might gett in trouble for then

“It’s fine, we weren’t either, so all is good.” You and Wynn stand to the side as you let the group pass. You look back to take a glance at them once they are far enough away, but one of them was still looking at you as they walk away, a girl with short black hair.

You want to look away, but you can’t help feeling like you know her. Maybe not in the way you do with Tim, you know her none the less. You study her appearance, the way she stands, and her facial expression specifically the way she stares at you. You know her for sure, but the way she stares and stands is far more interesting to you. She walks poised and graceful like a well trained ballerina, yet her stare is completely analytical of you. You can’t tell if she possibly also recognized you, like you with her, or if she is trying to predicted what you will do.

When you take into account possibly of her seeing you as a threat, then in changes how you see her poise and grace. Instead of something beautiful, it’s quick and ridged, like someone trained her to be this way. You can’t tell what she may think, or why she would be staring at you. You feel a draw just to stand there for until you can no longer see her but Wynn nudges you. You break the eye contact with her to check on Wynn.

“Why are you staring? We have a plan, stay focused” Wynn aggressively signs, hitting you with their arms as they sign while pressing their lips together with their brows knitted.. “I can’t have you losing your head in the clouds” they look back into the crowd.

“You are right,” You sign back, only to see them facing away from you. You sigh ”but, i really think i know that girl” You speak lowly, �� She looks to familiar, like i have seen her face on the internet.”

“You need not to care so much a about someone you might of just seen on the internet.” They shot back, “What does it even matter to you? They are just a random bunch of teenagers in this party probably bored out of their minds like us.”

“It’s because of the way she looks at me.” Wynn glances back to you slowly while arching an eyebrow. “Not like that, She was observing me. Like just fully trying to dissected my entire being or whatever the fuck she was doing.”

“Maybe, she recognized you because you went viral on twitter?” Wynn looks away from you as you kinda just stand there and sputter nonsensical words. “You forgot about that didn’t you?” they giggle. “You should really see a doctor about your memories” they teases you

“Yeah, i have. Nothing can be done.” Your eyes grow a bit colder, lies. “You knows this, I restate it every time we have the argument”. You jest, quickly changing your expression, as you look at them while they face away from you.

“Yeah i know, but think you should get a seconded opinion, it’s be 7 years since you went to any doctors.” Their eyes seem to shaper as they continue to look around the room. “You didn’t even go for you neck injury from last night.” Your hand swiftly moves to cover you bandage, even if it was no use.

“It’s just too much a hassle, you-” Wynn grabs your arm suddenly and almost starts running across the room. You watch as Wynn’s face is twisted with stress and anxiety as you are dragged by them. You finally realized that your friend need you more than your need banter.

You shift your arms backwards, moving their hand from your arm into your hand; you hold on to them tightly. You pick up speed and eventually past them, once again taking the lead. You and them disregard your original intention of remaining unnoticed as you run right between people, making their head turn to you. You could seeing the elevator opening through peoples’ heads. You startle a passing waiter, almost making them fall but you grab their shirt pulling them upright, before you make the final dash to the elevator with Wynn in tow.

You push aside the people coming out of the elevator and get in. You press the button for the 74th floor, and then start ra[idly pushing the close door button. You watch through the mostly closed door as a man comes of out the crowds with an annoyed face, making eye contact with you and them. You let go of their hand and hide them behind you, as the door shuts and the elevator starts going up.

Wynn steps out from behind you, taking a deep breathes, they push back their hair. You gently place a hand on their shoulder while not looking at them or moving closer. They reach up to their ears, you knew what was about to happen. They rip out their hearing aid, almost throwing them against the elevator door. They stop themselves and just put them in a pocket, right as the door opens.

The door opens to a large, tall hallway, it wasn’t as nearly as opulent as the ballroom, but it was more sleek and timeless with its architecture similar to the older parts of the building. God, how much money did the Waynes have? Wynn grabs your hand before stepping out of the elevator with you. They quietly guide you through the halls. You look into some of the passing offices wand their name plates, but you focus most of you attention of Wynn. You rarely see them like that, it was almost of out character for them, but you had heard stories like this from Percy and your mother. You mom always said she would never let you into a sponsorship no matter what. Some families just didn’t have choice when it comes these opportunities.

Wynn is trying to do what they think will help their family the most, and you can understand that, more than they think. They at first were passive aggressive with you when you met in the 8th grade, they had confessed to you that they thought you were just some rich kid that wanted to play nice to make fun of them. You were probably to positive or you forced the friendship at first, so you could not blame them, but even when they did give you and your other 2 friends a chance they only started to devalue your hard work. One of you guys could find the cure to cancer an they would say that you paid someone. Your achievements were never yours, they were a product of the money you had. That drove you insane.

You had you own faults too, though; by no mean were you a perfect person. You envied them for their family, their strength, and how they didn’t feel the need to give into peoples views of them. You wanted to be friends with them for the very same thing that you envied, you though maybe it could rub off on you. Maybe they would even extend a hand for you, and you could finally have someone who would understand but it turned into a journey just for them to even have a lunch with you. You grew angry, resentful, and tired.

You are being stuck here, forced to live a life you didn’t choose, and having to hide parts that want to take your angry out on them. You want them to feel what you feel; the pressure on yourself to better fit someone who wasn’t even here. You distained when they complained about their family, or when they would frustrated with you because you ‘wouldn’t get it’. You wanted these problems, you wanted someone else struggles. You wanted to the strength that comes with that, the way they could just brush off situation that would fuck you up for weeks.

You want to bring them down with you, to take them off of their high horse and force their eyes open to the other shit going on in your world besides the money that wasn’t technically yours to begin with. You knew better then to drag them with you. So you took out you aggression in different ways. Eventually you and them worked out. You never liked how they finally came around to you but, you never regretted it. You examine Wynn, physically they seem fine, mentally less anxious but still stressed, maybe a bit flustered by the situation, but overall they had probably pushed it beside for a later issue.

“Wynn,” You started in a soft voice “I am sorry.” You know they can’t hear you, but you always wanted to say sorry to them, to your friends in general really. “I am sorry that I can never be honest with you. That I never can really let you near my truth, and for my envy and wishes for you to feel my pain.” You take a deep breath, “I might one day regret getting close to people here, because I know that if I can make it back, I will always crave our friendship.” You didn’t shed a tear, you had already made your choice and mourned your friendship.

You remained silent for the rest of the walk to the balcony, you couldn’t think of anything else but your friends. They really helped you become the person you are, and for better or worse, you love them. You let your mind wander back to the events of the night, the man who was approaching you and wynn, you didn’t recognize him of course, but you know he is someone you want to- no that was far to Violate for someone who hadn’t done anything of equal magnitude. You did want him to feel the wrath of Batman or someone like him. You could probably ask Percy about him, to maybe figure out a scheme to mildly annoy him at least.

The girl from earlier passes your thoughts briefly, but you are thrown off your thoughts when Wynn stops and lets go of your hand. Glass doors are the first thing you notice as Wynn pushes one of them open. You stand still watching them walk around on the balcony, you quickly follow after them. Pushing the door open, the world opens up the vast night skies and surrounding buildings lighting up the streets. You Continue to look up as you walk up the railing next to Wynn. You look down to the street, they are even smaller than the window in your apartment. You look at Wynn, who was looking at you.

“What do you think?” They signed as they smile “Isn’t much better than that damn bathroom you were in? You pinch your nose as you smile.

“Never going to let me live that down are you?” you sign back, Wynn smiles and shakes their head no. You playfully roll your eyes, then stick out your tongue like a child. You and them exchange another smile before a comfortable silences falls between the two of you. You and them look out at the city, letting the troubles of the last hour just wash away slowly. You feel a bit lighter now, you feel like you can breathe again, almost, city air and all. Wynn looks much more relaxed too, they were leaning back while hanging onto the railing. You look back to cityscape, it was alway the same. You look over to the side just on a whim, but image your surprise when you see batman and robin swinging around.

You keep them in your sight as they move by the balcony right in front of you. You almost could have sworn you saw Robin look at you right as he swung around to the other side of the building. Your mouth drops open as you look down to Wynn. Wynn let out the loudest laugh you had ever heard from them, but you were still too focused on Batman and Robin to care. You quickly pull out your phone. You ignore the incoming messages from Val and Percy. You quickly open a website and start looking up everything you could for batman. Percy laughs harder as you look up to them to see if they are okay.

“You always are so good with facial expression,” They struggle to sign as they are still laughing, “just brilliant,” They recreate the same shocked expression they saw on your face flawlessly. You can't help but crack up a bit as you look back down to your phone, pulling up some videos of the current chase they are on. You continue to crack up as you try to focus on the video as Wynn is still laughing, you look back up making eye contact with them. They flash a devious look before, Recreating the look once more. You absolutely lost your shit again from this. You laugh might have been a bit too loud as someone from below heard.

“Who’s up there?” you slap a hand over your mouth, and wynn follow your lead. “Hello! We already heard you have. No point in being quiet now.” You and Wynn look between each other as you, as you start giggling again.

“Stop giggling, and answer us, There is no use in hiding now.” A different voice shouted out. You lean over the railing as you look down. You saw no one, you look back to Wynn.

“There is someone below us, I think we might be in trouble. “ You sign as you are still giggling.

“Oh shit” They sign still cracking up “We might be fucked.”

“Uh- Sorry? We just wanted a more private place to take a moment,” you slightly lean down as you shout over the railing. “It was too crowded and we were kind of annoyed by it all, and if I am being honest I almost started a fight with some of the kids.” The people below you are quiet for a bit. “Still there?”

“What's your name?” the first voice shouted up. You turn to Wynn mouthing ‘oh shit.’ They tried to muffle their laughter with their hand.

“___ ___” You shut down, waiting for a response, but there was only some barely audible chatter from them. “My friend is also up here, but who are you guys?” They stop talking, they took a moment to answer

“I am Steph and the others are Duke and Cass!” The second voice, or steph, calls out. Steph sounds vaguely familiar, but You want to assume that Duke and Cass are actually the ones from the “Aren’t you the person who went viral last night?” So that's why they went silent.

“The gazette works fast,” the first voice, who you assume is Duke, “Tim seems to know you.” So they did know Tim, that means that theses people could get you close enough to ask him your questions, but did you really want to?

“Tim Drake?” You still aren’t sure if you want to talk to him, but this is a good way of opening the door if you ended up wanting to you at a later time. You lean over the balcony and look down. To your surprise, you see a blonde haired girl with her head hanging out of a lower balcony.

“So you know him?” Steph seems to a very bright person, you honestly might like her if you got to know her better. “He seems to think he might’ve know you when you were younger.” So he does remember you, possibly.

“Sort of, it's hard to explain.” You think about how you should possibly explain to a bunch of people who you just meet, you want to say the semi-truth about your memories and how you can’t remember much, but you think it might be better to the more whole truth, same story about your memories but the added context about Damian and how you didn’t even know who the Waynes were until yesterday.

“How about we come up to you?” A girl with short black hair stuck her head out besides Steph. That was the girl from earlier, or Cass as you were told by Steph. “It would be easier to talk that way, and more private. “ She still had the same intense analyzing stare from earlier. You bite the inside of cheek, you mull over your options. You could say no and risk not being able to talk to TIm, but if they come up here you will have to tell them something.

“Could I talk to my friend about it, first? Want to make sure they are okay with it.” You were trying to buy yourself sometime, while make your decision about what you were going to tell them if Wynn is okay with it. “They’re hard of hearing and have been looking at me like I am crazy, for the past couple of minutes.

“Of course.” Cass nods her head with a small smile, You give them a thumbs up before you stand straight up again. “Please make it quick though.”

You turn to Wynn, who looks mildly annoyed with you, which is completely fair considering that you had ignored them when they tried to speak with you earlier. “So, I have some people that want to come up and join us.” you sign to them. They raise an eyebrow, with their arms fold while impatiently tapping their index figure on their arm. “And they want me to explain how I know Tim…” You try to tug on their heart strings with a deceiving innocent smile and batting your eyelashes hoping that they might say no.

“Who are they?” They didn’t budge in their annoyance with , this is the price that you have to pay for your sins against them.

“Duke Thomas, Cassandra Cain and Steph, I don’t quite know her full name.” Wynn’s eyes light up with delight, dread washes over you.“Do you know them?” You already know the answer.

They love being petty when it comes to you. They smile to themselves, you grit your teeth and take a deep breath in.

“You can come join us, we are on the 75th floor-” when leaned back over the railing saw as Cass was on top of the railing on jumping up the next floor. She climbing on to the balcony of the 74th floor. You were dumbfounded. You know that Cass had 1her fair share of activities, like ballet, from what you found online but it never said anything about doing stuff like what you just saw. “Dude, I was thinking you should the elevator but I guess that works too.” Cass was already standing on the railing of the balcony below.

“Yes,” They are satisfied with themself, “They can come join us.”

“Uh, I think me and Duke will take the elevator.” Steph sounds like she didn’t expect Cass to do that, so maybe this wasn’t a normal thing at least. “We will be up in a few minutes, don’t start without us!” Cass jumps up, grabbing on to the railing. You offer a hand to help her up but she already, but she was already pulling herself up. she jumps over the railing landing on her feet, she was just as graceful about it as she was when she was walking earlier.

“You do that often?” You are impressed by Cass’s agility, you had never seen anyone move like, well besides batman and other heroes. You don't know if you could do that or not, you really barely knew anything about you physical capabilities.

“No” Cass narrows her eyes like you had done something wrong. You tilt your head and smile, you think she looks almost like a cat with airplane ears. Your eyes drift to Wynn, they are still satisfied with they decision.

“She looks just like an annoyed cat,” you sign to Wynn with a big dorky smile still spread on her face. “You should come look at her face, you are going to love it” Wynn was a big cat fan. When your eye shift back to Cass she only seems more suspicious of you. Wynn is chuckling as they walk over your side. you didn’t understand what was so funny. Wynn turns to face Cass.

“Hello Cass it’s good to see you again.” Wynn signs, your smile drops slightly. Wynn knows Cass, Cass knows sign language, Cass, knows what you said. “___ is right that you do look like a cat with that face.”She glances her eyes and Wynn quickly still keeps the same glare before shifting her eyes back to you. “Wow, I have never seen her this suspicious of someone.” Wynn turns their head towards you, you give a shrug and a small headshake. You didn’t know what you did to make them feel this way about you.

“I don’t know what I did, I only know her from earlier when we ran into her and we made eye contact.” You have never seen her in person before tonight, and you weren’t able to recall anything before tonight. “I thought she was more ominous than me, she was staring like she was watching me.”

“ I was.” Cass says out loud, she is still signing. “You were staring at me too, so it was only fair.” She was right, but you didn’t think you were staring at her like she was at you. You thought it looked more like a stare of curiosity than anything

“I was, but I was staring more so because I was watching the way you were walking” This wasn’t entirely a lie, but still not the full truth. “You are very graceful, so I don't feel like this glare was necessary.”

“You shouldn’t stare no matter the reason. ” Cass was treating you with an extreme level of unnecessary hostility. You, in any other situation, would not even have tolerated a second sentence but you have to for the sake of your plan.

“You seem to have something against me and I find it hard to understand why.” You smile sweetly, almost enough that you could miss how tight the corners of your mouth are “we have never met before.” You laugh. Cass is unassumed with your artificial pleasantries. She moves Wynn behind her, as if you would do something to them. “Really,” you drop your sweet voice, “ You really think I would hurt them?”

“Hey, you’re the one who said we didn’t know each other.” Cass retorts, she was right. You try not to clench your fist, you don't want to show aggression. It does nothing in the end. You and Cass are at a stand still, neither one of you move, only Wynn looking back and forth.

“Hello!” Steph cheers as she bursts through the door with a wide grin, Duke follows behind her, panting. She stops grinning when she feels the intense atmosphere you and Cass created. Her face grows grim. “Cass, are they…” Wynn pushes past Cass and grabs your wrist pulling you towards Steph and Duke.

“Uh-” You slowly raise your hands, they tense as you do, until you form two thumbs up. Did you guys also think I was a criminal?” You give they an even more awkward smile as Duke's face churns in bewilderment, and Steph chokes on her own breath before laughing.

”A little bit. Uh- I am Duke Thomas.” Duke extends a fist to you. Your smile eases into a more natural grin, you relax a bit as you exchange a fist bump. “I heard about you; on the news and in school.”

”You go to our school?” Wynn quickly jabs the side of your stomach .”Hey! What did I do wrong?” You whin, as you jump away from them. They side eye you, in your head you hear their voice with laced restrained annoyance. ‘You know why.’ You quickly look back to Duke. “Sorry I am not good with faces.”

“All good,” He laughs, “ I mean, it's not like I am a front cover for Wayne.” You tilt your head. “You know, because I am not typically associated with the Waynes in public.” He sighs, he must deal with this a lot.

”Oh, that’s not what I meant.” You shake your head “I am saying sorry I didn’t realize you go to our school, I am not good with faces,” you say flatly as Steph continues ti

“___ is right,” Wynn says as they put back in their hearing aids, “ They didn’t really know the Wayne’s until they met Damian yesterday.” They fold their arms with a soft huff leaving their nose. “It wasn’t the greatest way of finding out.”

“Oh that definitely annoyed him.” Steph chuckles out “Damian got his ego checked, but how do you know tim?”

“I don’t know,” You look out towards the city, you weren’t sad but it did make it easier to lie. “I mean I think I knew him, at least based on how Percy reacted to seeing him earlier.” You smile slightly, “ Plus I have been getting invites for years, just never saw them.”

“What do mean You think you knew him, it seems like a yes or no question.” Cass had made her way from the edge of balcony to the rest of you at some point. She was now standing right besides you, still observing you. She seems a little less defensive but still ready to fight if you prove to be a threat. You glance at her out of the corner of you eye.

“Because, I can’t remember 11 years of my life.” you give her a sarcastically bright smile and as if on que a glass shattering comes from 73rd floor. Horror washes out your face before you they could even properly understand your words. You step toward the edge, taking a look over it, you saw just the capes of Batman and robin heading into the Gala. You turn your head and see Cass was right beside you.

“We need to go now.” Steph doesn’t seem to be talking to you and Wynn when saying this.

Steph and Duke take off running down the hall with Wynn following closely them, but Cass was hanging on the railing going down the same way she came up, you weighted your options. Taking the elevator would be optimal but they would probably already be in the elevator by the time you get to them. So for you sanity, and worry for Val and Percy you will follow Cass. You get your knee on the railing before turning around and grabbing on tight. You let your knees slips off of the rail and you hang there for a moment before swing yours legs back and forth, gaining a small swing, before you release the railing landing on the lower balcony on you side.

“What are you doing?” Cass shouts at you as she kneels on the railing. You quickly prop yourself up with you hands.”it’s not safe.”

“Yeah, well maybe I shouldn’t have gotten a taste of an adrenaline rush. last night.” You pant out. You stumble to your feet, your clothes were slightly torn on impact, leaving you skin exposed. “Or maybe I am just doing what I feel is right,” You get up on to the rail and repeat what you just, but land on your knees time. Cass remains silent as she watches you jump down, she follows behind you, but she lands on her feet.

“There is a better way of going about it” She offer you her hand to you, you stare at it for a moment. You were unsure about her, you weren’t going to refuse the help, you talk her hand. She helps you up before the both of you run inside.

The room was frozen, there was no longer any chatter or soft hums of string instruments, people are now glue to the walls of the room rather than being scattered throughout the floor. Cass and you find a way to the front of the crowd, which wasn’t hard.

“Let go of me” Your head turns to the source of the voice,”I did nothing wrong-” Precy applies more pressure on the mans back cutting off his please of mercy. You look back to Cass who wan’t paying attention to Precy but rather Batman and Robin.

They are a few feet away from Percy but seem to be more focused on the Criminal, which you recognize as firefly. Firefly seems much more somber than the other man. Probably because he know he can’t escape now, the other guy seems like an attendee of the gala rather then a someone’s villain identity.

“Shut him up will you?” Robin shouts at Precy, who only responds is to step on the mans back making him cough with a with a sharp glare, as he rolls his eyes. “Thats works I guess.” You step off into the empty crowd as you walk over to the group quite as Cass follows behind you.

“What would the problem be here?” You place your hand on Percy shoulder. Their head moves to the side, you force a small smile as their eyes met yours, they are cold to them. You watch as yous see their stomach drop slightly. You move you eye away from them, you see Batman, Robin, Tim and Cass, huddled together talking in a hush tone. Robin glances at you before batman call his attention back. “Percy, please tell me why you holding down this man.” you continue to stare the odd group of people.

“He was threatening to hurt someone,” Percy’s voice was never this monotone; even when you pissed them off, they alway were witty with their words. You nod your head “He was specifically asking for you.”

“Oh,” You shift your glance to the man on the floor, he breathes had grown heavier. “Well I guess it’s good I wasn’t around.” You move towards Tim, you thought this was probably the best time to caught him before the police came around, but you here three pairs of feet running up behind you. You stop and turn around right as Wynn basically jumps on you, forcing you in to a hug. Steph and Duke run past you, to the Other group.”Wynn, I am okay.” You push they back with your hands on their shoulders.

“I know that now,” They are try to caught their breathe as they hold onto your arms for support. “But you are so incredibly-” Wynn stops, you give them a look before looking begins them. Their sponsor was right behind them.

“There you are Wynn,” His voice is littered with venom and a forced pleasant voice. A surprising well attempt of hiding his contempt for Wynn, it makes you feel slightly sick. You swiftly glance over his face. He looks to be in his mid to late fifties, with his a smile that was barely even recognizable as warm. “I have been worried sick about you all night, I still have people for you to meet-” he stops once his eyes meet your. You see his body jerk as his breathing hilts. “Oh my, I didn’t know ___ ___ would be here tonight.” His tone shifted quickly from being a well hidden hatred to a more meek subservient tone. “What is you relationship with Wynn?” His has a sharp eye, he was easily able to grasp your closeness with Wynn. You have to be careful.

“Oh,” You let your face fall into what you think is neutral stare and a tight smile “I am there friend from school.” You keep a steady voice, hiding any emotion he could try to use to influence you. “I assume you know them.”

“Yes, I am their sponsor-” He straightens his back.

“Oh yeah i have heard about you.” You don’t let your face move even if you felt the need to grit your teeth. “But I still haven’t gotten your name.” You blink as you tilt your head to the side.

“My name is Viktor Kensington” His smile is tighter as his eye twitches, you feel a bit a of self satisfaction. “I Thought you would have know that seeing as our families have done business before and I hold a media presents.”

You look down towards the ground still hold a ‘neutral’ face. “I don’t think so,” You move Wynn behind you. Your gaze returns to staring at him. “Anyways why do you need Wynn?”

“Well i was going to introduce them to my partners and other-” He begins with his smile curling into a cocky smirk.

“Well I don’t think that can happen anymore.” You interrupt him, you can see that he was probably going to offer to do the same thing with you, but the people who he keeps as company doesn’t seem to be the type you want to be around.

“What- why?” You drop your smile.

“Well i mean look around.” Your voice drops slightly, you are stumped by his complete lack of awareness to the situation. “I don't think the party will continue after this,” Your voice becomes louder drawing attention to you and him. “I mean it’s simply to dangerous to continue, we already had a man threaten this room of people, along with me specifically.” His reach out slightly like he going to do something before tensing up, when he saw percy look at him sharply. “So don’t worry about Wynn, I will take care of them, just go the people you came with, if any and leave.” He is no longer smile, he looks angry but he only nods stiffly before turning on his heels and leaving.

You turn back, catching a glance of the other group of people, all of whom are now looking at you; you smile briefly before you look at Precy give the a gesture to wrap up this mess. It takes a moment for anyone to move but Tim, eventually, comes up to you, as Precy pulls up the guy and walks him over to Batman and Robin, as room is filled with hushed conversations again.

“Is everything okay over here?” Tim’s hand move to you before stopping and just slightly hovering over you. “Was he giving you trouble?”

“Oh no, just talking thats all” You grin. Percy was walking back over, before they could saying anything you push wynn, who was completely frozen still to them, you whisper to Precy, “Take them and find Val, then get to the car i will be down soon.” They nod and gently guide Wynn away. “But if you don't mind me asking, What is our families’ relationship with each other?”

Tim is taken aback by this,” what do you mean?” You smile and let out an airy laugh. “Why are you acting like you don't know why?”

“Oh sorry, guess i still trying to wrap my head around this” You offer a sorrowful look.”I went through my mail recently and realized that i have been getting letters and invites to a lot of your events, and the most recent one, well said I had to attend tonight.” You offer him the letter, he reads over it quickly. “I mean i haven’t really been in the public eye for…”

“The past seven years?” He looks up from the letter confused.

“Yeah, just have been… busy for a while now.” a droplet of sweat slides down your temple. Your weren’t sure if you could keep up the act for much longer.

“Um well, Bruce and your mom were always close so i guess he just never took you off the invite list.” Tim seems weary of your lack of memories. “I remember seeing you attend with Percy even after she…” Tim grow quiet for a moment before handing back the letter.

“Passed? Yes, i guess i did.” feel an itch on the side of your eye you look ways from tim to see Batman staring at you. You slightly nod your head. “Well Thank you, i think i should get going though.” You take back the letter and turn to leave.

“Uh should we take you off the list?” Tim ask before4 you get to far away. You stop and ponder for a moment before turning you head back and smiling slightly.

“No, i think i will need come back and talk to you again, i still have more questions.” You turn back “but i think you are too busy for that right now.” You walk away to the elevator pressing the button to call for an elevator going down.

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a-door-to-somewhere · 3 months

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Old art dump ft. Thranto

Id and other stuff under the cut :D (click to see the whole image)

Image 1: Thrawn, chest up. in a plain black tank top brushing his long, straight dark hair over his shoulder. His head is tilted and he looks disgruntled

Image 2: more long haired thrawns on the same page. An uncolored line art of Thrawn from the back, his hair tied in a sleek ponytail. There are little sparkles around him. Another drawing of Thrawn’s head featuring a messy ponytail and lots of flyaways. He’s frowning. Labeled mornings. Another drawing of Thrawn and Eli from the chest up- Eli is holding a pen in one hand. Over his other shoulder, Thrawn leans over him, pointing at Eli’s work (not shown.) Thrawn’s long hair is untied and falling over Eli’s shoulder. Eli is blushing and eyeing the hair strand on his shoulder.

Image 3: monochrome doodles from my teacher!Thranto AU, featuring Eli. The largest drawing is of Eli sitting cross legged in slacks and a button up shirt, grinning and fiddling with a pen in one hand. Another doodle shows Eli, chest up, looking over his shoulder, gesturing and speaking expressively about the equation y=mx+b. A full body doodle of Eli in slacks and a button up shirt, a pen tucked in his breast pocket. He has one hand on his hip and the other is gesturing as if he is making a point. His face is smiling and open. Another doodle of just Eli’s head shows him blushing slightly and averting his eyes as he talks. An arrow points to him reading “is he infodumping about math or telling a story a story about thrawn’s shenanigans?”

Image 4: messy colored doodles of my SCP AU. On the left, A full body of Thrawn. He’s wearing an orange d-class jumpsuit from the Scp universe and brown socks. He has long chest length black hair his usual blue skin. He’s wearing a big brown cuff on both hands with the Scp logo on it. He looks pissed and is rolling his eyes. On the right, waist up colored doodles of Thrawn and Eli. Eli is in front, wearing a white coat over a blue shirt. He’s holding out his arm as if to protect thrawn. His face is guarded, threatened. Thrawn stands a little behind him, also wearing a white lab coat. He is scribbling on a clipboard. His hair is short and slicked back. He is wearing glasses and he looks focused and unconcerned.

#my art #sw #star wars #thrawn #thranto #a door opens up #grand admiral thrawn #scp #eli vanto #teachers!thranto #Scp!thranto #digital art

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chronicbeans · 1 year

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Human Illustrator Wally x Reader (part 2)

Fun fact: I like to listen to music that fits the vibes of what I'm writing and I wanted something more cheery an whimsical for this... but my dumb brain likes sad/creepy music and I couldn't find anything I liked that was truly happy, so I ended up listening to Bo en's My Time while writing this.

TW: None

🐻 When you arrive at the daycare, you quickly show everybody the book. Opening it to the back page, where he signed it, you see his name scribbled down. It is slightly messy, with all the letters being capitals and the "L"'s being slightly sideways. From what you can tell, it fits his silly little personality.

🐻 However, right as you begin showing everyone the book, you remember that some of the kids won't be able to see it that well, if at all... Oh no, now you feel like garbage...

🐻 One of those exact kids, a little girl related to Howdy, the local store owner, asks "Can I hold the book? I wanna see if something I heard works!" You grow quiet, before saying "Sure." To your surprise, all of the kids are watching and whispering "Right... Let's see if it works..." What in the world are they talking about?

🐻 She holds the book in her hands, which you made sure to keep opened to the signature. She runs her hands across it, before she makes it to the signature. She flinches, before gently pushing down on it. Her little face beams with the joy of a thousand summers as she chirps "He cares! I can feel it! I can feel his name! Johnny! Johnny, get over here!" "You're right, Henny!"

🐻 You are shocked, as well as a bit confused. You don't understand and want to investigate, but you want to wait for the children to calm down and let them have their fun. Even a few of the children with no visual impairments are pressing their hands on the book, chirping that they can feel it, too. You have an idea as to what it could be, but you want to check, first.

🐻Henny calls you over "Ms./Mr./Mx. (Y/N)! Come on! Feel it! I know that you probably didn't think to do so because you can see it, which is alright, but it's so cool!" You gently take the book, staring at the signature, before placing your fingers on his name. Your suspicions are confirmed as you grin.

🐻 While writing his name, he must've pressed the pen down hard enough to leave an indent to let all the kids be able to experience his signature. "Wow... Henny, how were you able to tell he would do this?" Henny, as well as the other kids, all start speaking over one another. You can hear Henny's voice over the rest, though, as she practically shouts with pride "My dad is friends with him! He constantly talks about how Wally does things like that for kids! My dad was the one who gave Wally that idea!"

🐻 You look down at her, expecting the other kids to tell her that she is lying, however, they go along with her claims. "I saw Mr. Wally at his store a few months ago with my mama! He tries to do that thing where people dress up as someone else, but his blue hair is very recognizable!" "Yeah! He helped me reach that apple toy on the top shelf! He then got another one and bought it for himself!" "Howdy is so cool for knowing celebrities!" "Doesn't Wally also know Ms. Poppy, that baker? I saw a show where she baked a cake in the shape of one of the bears he drew!" "I heard Mr. Wally gets his clothes from Julie's Joyous Clothes Company and is friends with Julie Joyful, herself!" Slowly, but surely, the talks about Mr. Darling and Howdy knowing each other turns into children's gossip about which famous people Mr. Darling does and does not know.

🐻 You think about the number in your pocket, subconsciously placing your hand over it. You don't know enough to know if any of their gossip is true... But you have the means to find out more about the mysterious, cheerful man. You can also make these kids so happy by having him visit! They can ask him questions about what they want to know, too!

🐻 Mr. Abbott walks into the recreation room, smiling as he asks you "Looks like these kids have Darling Fever, eh, (Y/N)? Do you want to go outside to relax? It is, technically, your day off today. Andy can take it from here." You giggle at the words "Darling Fever", before nodding. "Yeah. I actually want to talk to you about something, if you don't mind."

🐻 The two of you walk outside, sitting on the bench at the front of the daycare. You take out the paper from your pocket, saying "Mr. Darling gave me his number to call if you ever want him to visit the daycare." He gasps, looking at you "He... gave you his number? That's amazing! Wait, why are you trying to hand it to me?" You tilt your head and you hold it out to him "Well... you own the daycare? So it would make sense for you to call?"

🐻 He shakes his head quickly "No, no... he gave YOU his number! He very rarely gives out his number to people. I don't know why, but I think it might be that he doesn't trust many people with it. So, I can only assume he gave it to you because he trusts YOU. If I called, he might be uncomfortable." You look down at the paper, asking "Really...? There is so much I don't know about him. Should I call to see if he can visit? He must be a busy man... I don't want to bother him while he is doing something."

🐻"It's now or never. I know you. You'll be too nervous to call if you don't do it now." You smile, taking out your phone and calling the number on the paper. It beeps a few times, before somebody picks up and says "Hello?"

🐻 You take a deep breath. You can hear the voices of the crowd at his book signing in the background. You must've called during it... You hesitate, before saying "Hello! Umm... Is Mr. Darling there? I am from the Apple Castle Learning Center. He gave me his number and told me to call to see if he can visit?" The man on the other end of the line hums in thought, then says "Let me go get him. He has been waiting for you to call. It might take a moment, so be patient."

🐻 You tense up, feeling your heart race. He has been waiting for you? You look to Mr. Abbot, who places a hand on your shoulder to try to comfort you. He whispers "You're doing great! You got this!"

🐻 The man on the other end of the line suddenly shouts "COMING THROUGH! MR. DARLING'S GOTTA VERY IMPORTANT CALL! OUTTA THE WAY! HE'LL BE BACK IN A MOMENT!" You flinch from how loud it is, but you are shocked when you hear Wally's voice in the crowd, asking "Did they call? Please tell me it's them!"

🐻 It takes a bit, but you hear the crowd's voice die out, before Mr. Darling says a quiet "Thank you, Barnaby." Then, your heart races when he says "Hello? Is this (Y/N)?" You grin, saying "Yes, it is! Umm, I was wondering if you would like to set up a date and time to visit the Apple Castle Learning Center?"

🐻"That would be just lovely. We can talk about it tomorrow. Do you want to meet up at Howdy's Place? I'm friends with the owner. We can sit and talk at the little cafe area near the back. They serve some lovely milk tea. We can talk it all over then. I know you have some phone anxiety from your tone." "Of course! How about we meet there at 12 PM?" "That would be lovely. I'll see you then. Goodbye, (Y/N)." "Goodbye."

🐻 You end the call, looking over to Mr. Abbott and telling him the plan. He pats you on the back, telling you how well you did on the phone. You write down some things you need to ask Mr. Darling about, such as what date and time would be best for him to visit, as well what activities would be best. Then, you suddenly realize something... You never told Mr. Darling your name and there is no name tag on your uniform. The daycare doesn't have enough funds to make them... So how did he know it...?

🐻 You write down at the bottom of the list to ask him about it at Howdy's.

#welcome home #welcome home arg #welcome home au #wally darling #wally darling x reader

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night-raven-tattler · 9 months

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Love beyond spoken words - part 2

Summary: Everyone has a way of saying "I love you" without using those three words.

Characters: Jamil, Rook, Idia, Sebek × GN!Reader (separate, romantic)

Other parts of the series: Ace, Jack, Azul

Warnings: none

By opening the document, you agree to Mx Tattly's terms of source confidentiality.

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Jamil was going through his personalised version of the stages of grief while stacking away the boxes of expensive fabric Kalim brought from Silk City that he promised to give to Professor Crewel

Without his knowledge, as always

But this time wasn't too bad, since you were there to help him with the boxes

And he quite enjoyed your company, so the opportunist in him simply refused to deny himself of you when you kindly offered to lend him a helping hand

He even offered you one of his hair ties when your hair kept falling on your face

You knew Jamil had a certain possesiveness over his personal belongings, so you couldn't help but feel a bit flustered at the offer

You still accepted the hair tie, however

After your finished putting the boxes away, Grim came into the room looking for you because the Headmage requested your help with some errand

And you didn't get the chance to hand Jamil his hair tie back

Jamil was surprised by how little it bothered him that his hair tie was with you; instead of being upset you took something from him like he expected he'd feel, he was somewhat glad you had something of his with you

...Maybe it was silly, it was just a hair tie after all

Yet, it almost made him feel like he was claiming you in some way-

A thought so embarassing he had to cover his whole face with his hoodie

He was walking in the hallways with Kalim as his Housewarden talked about The Great Seven know what, when Kalim suddenly stopped himself mid-rant and fished something out of his pocket

"I totally forgot! Reader bumped into me today and told me to give this to you!"

It was a small paper bag with a snake doodled on it

Jamil snatched it from Kalim, not wanting him to hold something from you any longer, and opened the bag

Inside he found a little note and two hair ties: the one he gave you, and another one that had a small charm with your favorite symbol on it

"I know you don't like when people use your things, so I wanted to give it back. I also gave you one of mine so take care of it!"

He didn't understand the logic behind you giving him your own hair tie, but he took the bag from you and hid it carefully in his pocket, where he occasionally let his hands rest throughout the day

Jamil was very curious about your little offering, so he asked you about it over text

"I wanted to offer it to you as an apology for holding onto your stuff for too long so you won't be mad at me."

Your goody-two-shoes silly logic made him chuckle

As he was about to playfully scold you for your thinking, he saw another chat bubble coming from you that made him drop his phone

"...besides, is it really that bad that I wanted you to have something of mine too?"

Cheeks burning with fluster, he texted you a quick goodnight before he put his phone onto his nightstand, face down so not even the inanimate object could see him like this

Jamil struggled with the idea of you wanting to leave your mark on him, the same selfish idea he carried in his heart

Yet, he didn't mind either of your selfishness

That's why you found Jamil's hair tie under your desk first thing in the morning, a small note attached to it

"If I will have to carry something that belongs to you with me, it wouldn't be fair if you didn't do the same."

『••✎••』

You were enjoying your break outside when you heard a sharp object hit the tree you were leaning against, and based on the piece of paper attached to it, someone special wanted to tell you something

"My love, a whisper

My arrow, a listener

A most blessed messenger

It'll seek your heart to alter

For your blush I'm after."

Your degree in the language of Rook Hunt told you several things: 1. He was on a mission to live up to his name and hunt for your heart... or something

And 2. He really liked his "arrow of love" metaphors

Rook also was likely very amused by how on the nose he was being by sending you love poems via arrow aimed at your surroundings

It happened often enough for you to become unable to differenciate between the quickening pace of your heart from the spook and the one from knowing your boyfriend wanted to remind you of his love for you

Rook had some questionable ways of making your heart skip a beat, and it was borderline annoying how good he was at getting what he wanted

Something about the message itself was a bit off to you

Wasn't counterproductive for a hunter to let its prey know that he was after it?

You never knew what Rook was about to do next, and your heartbeat quickened once again with anticipation for his next move

...which happened soon enough

If the Headmage knew of the arrow currently stuck to your door and damaging the school property, you'd be in trouble

You just wanted to rest peacefully after your classes, but it seemed like Rook had other plans

"My eyes give gentle kisses to your heart

I want to read you, I want to learn you

The world in your chest, your own flow of art

Painted in the loveliest of hues."

You looked around, suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling of being watched

At this point you were convinced he was toying with you, like a cat after it caught a mouse

But Rook had plans other than to harm you...

He enjoyed the chase, maybe a bit at the expense of your heart, which would jump out of your chest at every over the top declaration of love

You could think of only one way to somewhat get back at him

The vice housewarden was scribbling in his notebook at his desk when he heard footsteps nearing his room, followed by a knock at the door

He smiled and opened the door, revealing your flustered self, fidgeting with a piece of paper in your hands

"Roses are red

You look very merry

I'm not good at writing poems

So just kiss me already."

Rook's eyes widened for a few seconds before he burst into a delighter laughter as he wrapped his arms around you

You thought his over the top affection was what affected you the most, but you were so wrong

All along, it was the little things that made your heart explode

His laughter and the beating of your heart were the only melody echoing in your ears, while your face was being admired by Rook's lovesick eyes

"As you wish, mon amour."

『••✎••』

When you and Idia started dating, you knew he was a peculiar guy

He texted you "good morning" at 5 P.M., he liked to tease you about your grades and wishing the school system was digitalized so he could hack into the school and modify your grades, and he liked gifting you small, cute robots that he built during his sleepless nights

You were dedicated to peel off every layer of your angsty, dramatic, onion of a lover and try to understand his ways of showing he cares about you

Unfortunately, the first obstacle you had to face was his way of texting you

Idia was both a genius and a smartass: he liked sending you secret messages through emojis, but he'd never give you any hint to help you decode them

You rolled your eyes as his favorite combo of emojis popped onto your screen through the notification of your messaging app

"➡️👤🛠️👆💙➡️🤪"

You suspected he either liked testing your abilities to decypher his code, or he was to afraid to outright say what he felt

It's not like Idia was shy in his affections, as peculiar as they were

It was more like he was... hesitant

Afraid, even

"I will take that as a compliment"

You watched as the chat bubble appeared on your screen, carrying Idia's reply

"whehehe did you really look at a code with unknown meaning and assumed it was positive? lmaooooo"

Both of you knew he wouldn't do that

Not because he wasn't capable of it, but because Ortho would threaten to scratch up his P.E. gear again

"Not my fault you sent me code instead of telling me how pretty we both know you think I am"

"oooooo someone's confident 💘💘💘💘"

Well, at least that one was easy enough to decypher

The code Idia sent to you always came out of nowhere, like a sudden stream of thoughts that he couldn't keep to himself

It was sweet, really, and it wasn't like you disliked his little codes

Being a gamer at heart, Idia loved games, and they were an important part of him

If Idia needed some sort of puzzle to express himself, you decided to play along

You were determined to wait until Idia became able to tell you outright how he felt

Maybe one day

That's what Idia also told himself as he stared at the sentence he kept typing and deleting over and over in your conversation

"you make my heart go wild"

Maybe one day...

『••✎••』

"And, because of General Zephyrus, royal green has become a color in Briar Valley that represents sentiments of love and affection for your beloved. It was historically used in clothing during duels by the partner that was not participating..."

You had no idea what you did to receive a special history lesson from Professor Zigvolt himself, but you loved Sebek so you listened to him attentively

It was one of the rare occasions in which he was not talking about Malleus, and it was almost cute to see how worked up he got for topics outside of his guard duty

Not like he wasn't always cute

"Are you even listening, human?!"

...You were not stupid enough to admit you kind of spaced out a little

"Yeah, you were talking about, uh... Something about green clothes?"

Sebek raised his eyebrow and watched you suspiciously, while you were trying not to avoid his piercing gaze and tell on yourself

"... Well, yes. It was a tradition for unmarried partners to express their love through green accessories, such as scarves and..."

Even if he seemed upset on the surface, Sebek was more than eager to share part of his culture with you

The way he'd get so animated about his homeland, his liege, his passions...

You could watch him all day

Unfortunately, the bell indicating the end of your break had the both of you part ways

Before Sebek walked away, he reminded you of the equestrian club's upcoming show jumping competition against Royal Sword Academy

And before he could shily request your presence, you told him you'll be there, and sent his blushy self back to his classes

You didn't want to just be there and attend, however: you wanted to show your appreciation for Sebek

And you remembered his little rant about green accessories as showcases of love in Briar Valley

Which brought you to Sam's the next day, where you bumped into Lilia

Lucky for you, since you couldn't remember which shade of green was the one Sebek was talking about...

Your eyes fell upon a light green scarf, resembling the trademark Diasomnia green, and asked Lilia if this color was good to wear

Lilia's eyes widened before his face twisted into a mischievous grin before he agreed with your choice

So you wrapped it around your wrist the day of the competition and made sure it was as easy to spot as possible

Sebek was warming up with his horse when he spotted you in the growing crowd...

...And you watched him as he almost fell off his horse when he saw the scarf wrapped around the hand you were waving at him with

You watched how he debated between going to you and resuming his warmup for what felt like an eternity, but the beginning of the competition was announced so he settled on talking to you later

On his first break, he marched right to you, red as a tomato and vaguely resembling a broken traffic light

"HUMAN! I can't believe you would do this in such a public setting without telling me first! In Briar Valley it's custom for the knight to wrap the scarf around their desired partner after the duel to signal their engagement! Was my lecture not clear enough?!"

You were used to Sebek getting randomly agitated about stuff but-

-Wait.

"ENGAGEMENT?!"

Sebek turned even redder, something you thought was impossible

"YES?! Light green is a sign of engagement!"

You head was full of questions upon questions

Did you just publicly more or less propose to Sebek?

And he was mad because you didn't tell him beforehand, not because of the accidentally proposal itself?!

Now you wanted a horse to fall off of

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #jamil viper #jamil viper x reader #rook hunt #rook hunt x reader #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader #sebek zigvolt #sebek zigvolt x reader

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smutty-ki113r · 1 year

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🏜Ticci Toby🏜 || Roundtale rival

NSFW||~ One shot x afab gn!reader, includes- Wild West Toby, mentions of violence, use of a gun, minors—dni (3.5)

Inspired by: Lindsey Stirling

It was a pretty slow day at the saloon, you rested your head on your palm, watching the batwing doors swing open and close like a pendulum. It was just the regulars at this hour, taking lethargic swings of their whiskeys and eyeing your corset-like work attire; which is why your attention drew to the cautious creak of the door, and the tall dark and handsome man you wanted to take a drink out of.

Suddenly your mouth went dry, you almost forgot to get up and serve the customer. Seeing as he sat himself down at a table already, you walked over to him, a bit nervously. He radiated mystery, and perhaps a twinge of danger even. “Afternoon” you introduced, “can I get your order?”

He didn’t look up, and you couldn’t see his face because of that worn out cowboy hat he had angled down. You might have not seen his eyes, but you certainly felt his gaze crawl up your legs and settle at your hips. He didn’t speak for a moment, which gave you one to admire him.

Him and those typical cowboy boots that had spurs, him and that leathery trench coat that almost touched the floor when he sat, him and that chestnut brown hair that came out from the rim of the hat, him and the smell of hickory and gunpowder, and a bit of whiskey.

The suspense made you hold your breath until he responded, “bottle of scotch please mx, and a shot of whiskey”, he said, his voice throaty but light, almost as if he were teasing. He grinned under his bandana, shifting so you could hear the clink of his rounds of ammunition going around his waist.

“I’ll get that right out for you sir” you gulped, going behind the counter to pour up his drink. Coming to him with his order and asking “is there anything else I could get you?”.

Having to suffer the slow pulse in between your legs while he gave your neck a discreetly lustful glance and under his breath muttered, “what I want… I don’t know if you could handle”.

It caught you off guard, but you certainly heard it. In a moment of impulse you responded, “try me”.

He chuckled and looked up at you for the first time, “I might have to take you up on that sometime then” he said huskily, “it’s a date”. You had to hold back the stupid grin on your face as you walked back behind the counter. Catching the occasional glances he threw your way as he filled his flask with the scotch and downed the burning shot of whiskey.

Leaving a few silver dollars on the table and whipping his trench coat out the door. You wondered if you would ever see the stranger again, he certainly wasn’t from around here but you hoped he would stay a while.

That night you went to bed thinking of him and his burning taste, of the way his Adam’s apple bobbed when he drunk that shot and the way he walked so confidently with those boots. Almost forgetting about the next days errands, going to the tailor and the bank after work.

You almost jumped and clicked your heels in joy for payday, heading over to the bank down the street to collect your money. The mountains looked so pretty in between the purple and orange sunset hues, a couple tumbleweeds rolling by, but you weren’t paying attention to how empty the town seemed.

Giving a passing glance to the wanted posters outside of the wooden building, seeing ruffled brown hair and a scowl and the caption “Tobias Rogers: wanted dead or alive” and not even registering it. ‘The man in the picture looked kind of handsome through’ you thought to yourself as you entered.

Getting in line to withdraw some pocket money, humming quietly and trying to make the people at the register go faster. Your body flinching at the sound of a gunshot being fired through the roof. A scream rang out and chaos ensured, but another bullet told everyone to be quiet, well- that and a muffled voice from one of the bandits robbing the bank.

There were three total, your eyes darting nervously between the first two, both masked with white and red bandanas. You felt a familiar shiver run down your spine at the pistol being pointed at your back, it made you arch and freeze. Your lip trembling as you moved forward like the man instructed.

His husky voice muffled as he said “you, move along”, you couldn’t see him, just followed his instructions silently for fear of your life. He led you to the back, to the gold and silver pieces.

Pushing slightly so you could turn and do as he said, but the moment you met his eyes your jaw dropped. There was no way you couldn’t recognize that gaze, and by the looks of it, you surprised him as well. Now he was smiling, fully grinning under his black bandana, which he lowered just for you.

Getting real close to your ear so you could feel his hot breath, “let’s see if you were bluffing about being able to handle it hm?” Toby whispered.

Excitement made its way up your abdomen, a jolt shooting through your core at the way he spoke to you, at his teasing tone and that pretty boy smile, even with the scar on his cheek.

A pistol still pointed at your stomach, telling you to keep going till you were both alone in the most sacred room in that bank. Boxes holding gold pieces and other valuables. His eyes lit up at the prize he was about secure. He shoved you a bag and motioned for you to start filling them to the brim.

You felt his eyes shift from the silver to your ass as you bent down to start collecting the pieces. Your heavy breath and the chink of coins were about the only things you could hear, adrenaline pumped through your veins as you actively helped a vigilante rob the bank.

Thinking back to that wanted poster things just started to come together, this was the guy everybody talked about, the infamous criminal who would steal and then redistribute his wealth to the needy all across the west. You thought he might be nice, but just because he seemed to make a positive impact in his community, didn’t mean he wasn’t ruthless.

As much of a liking he had taken to you, he still got impatient. Bending down to your face and instructing “faster”.

You looked up at him with teary eyes, “I’m going as fast as I can” you whined. He gulped at the sight of you down on your hands and knees like that, it was like a dream come true, and he was supposed to let that opportunity pass up?

His calloused hand reached to your chin, tracing your jaw with his thumb. “I guess you’ll just have to compensate some other way then pretty”. You were stunned, but you didn’t want to resist. This was what you wanted and more, but you were shaking with nervousness.

Getting up and swatting his hand away, “you wish pretty” you retorted. His eyes widened in surprise of your retaliation. “You can’t just prance in here and demand whatever you want from me”

He cocked his head to the side at you shaking your finger in his face, but his lips were upturned in a coy smile. “Oh?”, he noted your trembling demeanor and held your index finger with his own. “Calling the shots now are we?” He asked. “I didn’t know you had it in you”

You retreated, and with each step you took back, he took one forward. He towered, being pretty tall with a dominating composure. Toby sighed, waving a hand dismissively, “I didn’t mean to impose” he played smartly, “just under a lot of stress, the bank and all, ya know”

He spoke as if you were an old lover, a hand now resting on your cheek softly. “And I’m sure you’ll help me out, won’t you?” He threw you a pair of puppy dog eyes, but he was so handsome it made you melt, your thoughts made mush as you nodded mindlessly.

“I just know you’d be a good partner in crime” he breathed, his face now inches from yours. He neared and your shaking ceased, now it was just desire that remained. “You’ll behave for me right?”

You shook your head eagerly, forgetting what the fuck you were arguing about a minute ago. “We can get these bags filled fast” he whispered, his breath trickling on your top lip. “I’ll be quick” he almost panted. Your eyes drawn to his lips, to those beautiful lips that you wanted to taste so badly.

“Mhm” you nodded, so close that he was just teasing you at this point. “Fast” you repeated, “we’ll be quick”, you inhaled. “please-”. You had to beg, because he was having a blast taunting you. He didn’t hesitate to close the distance between you two, pushing gently so you would sit on the open boxes of metallic coins and he could bring your legs to wrap around his.

His lips tasted like honey and barbecue, and you savored him like he was your last meal. There was no time to think about how messed up it was, because the only thing on your mind was him, and how delicious he was.

You furrowed your brows and moaned into the kiss, pleased that he was meeting you with just as much, if not more passion than you. His hand snaking it’s way to your hips to squeeze them.

Toby was impatient, you were like a sweet apple pie and he wanted to bite into every inch. He laid you out over the spilled golden coins and went straight for your neck, leaving marks all around. Recklessly making a mess amongst the treasure because right here right now, you were the biggest prize.

You panted and held the back of his neck, his beating heart so loud against your chest that you could feel his pulse. Helpless noises falling from your lips when he wasn’t kissing them.

He was insatiable, his body pressed to yours, bulge rubbing itself on your cunt shamelessly. Toby didn’t give a fuck, he just needed you, and he was going to get what he wanted.

To feel him press against that sensitive spot so perfectly made you wet with desire, bucking your hips up because you were so desperate to feel him inside you, to satisfy that craving he awoke.

“I can’t fucking get enough of you” he panted, biting your neck gently, just to get a little taste, he groaned against your skin as he felt the tender bit of flesh in between his teeth.

Your eyes lidded as you caught a glimpse of him above you, manhandling your body like he owned it. His own gaze landing on your open chest and how your tits were almost spilling out of that corset.

His hands were quick to pull them out and kiss them needily, he wanted to devour every bit. Those beautiful nipples that he popped in his mouth, swirling them around with his tongue. Those tempting lips he kissed over and over again. That gorgeous neck he just couldn’t get enough of.

He spread apart your legs and kissed his way down your chest and your hips till he reached your cunt, pulling off your panties quickly and watching the show you reacted when he slid his fingers up and down your slit.

“My my, wet already are we?” He asked, edging just the tip of a finger in to feel the dripping slick. You blushed, not even shying away because you were just so needy for him. Throbbing at the epicenter of his touch, just from the heated gaze he put on your body.

“Fuck I’m gonna feel so good inside this cunt” he panted, slipping his fingers in and groaning at just how tight you were, lowering his face to where you could only see the tuffs of his beautiful dark hair coming out from the sides of his hat. He met your eyes for a second, “but first I want to try what I’m buying”

His tongue met your clit softly, but the contact sent a wave of vibration throughout your whole body. He lapped at your juices like a starved man, plunging a finger in and curling it to hit that sweet spot you liked so much. His nose gently pressed against you as he devoured you.

You were coming undone faster than you would have liked, but he was just too addicting, too sweet and saccharine, and waiting felt like a sin. “Oh- Jesus” you whimpered, “don’t stop-“ you pleaded.

It was pure bliss, being treated like an all you can eat buffet, relentless lapping at your pearl; and even though it felt like you were high on ecstasy, it seemed like he was enjoying this more than you. From those noises of delight it was almost as if he was the one who was being pleasured.

He was going so fast, your head was fuzzy and all you could do was whimper and moan. “Fuck- I’m close!” You warned, your head falling back because all you could do was hold on and wait for that wave to hit. At the mention of your approaching orgasm he grinned against your skin and decided to make it extra difficult for you.

Toby latched onto your clit, sucking and groaning at the taste. Having him suck on your most sensitive area sent you into a shock of electricity, cumming so fast you could do nothing but squeal and hold onto the sides of the crate you were laying on. Your legs shaking and wrapping around his head, knocking his cowboy hat off.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve seen all day” he groaned “and I’ve been out riding in the dessert at noon” he joked, kissing your inner thighs. And you had to pry him off because he didn’t want to go. Fuck he would probably spend all day down there if you let him. Now that he had a taste- he wasn’t going to let you off the hook so easily.

“Oh hey now, I was having fun down there” he teased, “but we can have fun doing something else instead…” Your entire body was still vibrating, and he was so hard you thought he might tear a hole in those pants.

“Yes” you said without a second thought, “I need you”. The ends of his lips turned up in a smug smile.

“I have no objections with that then gorgeous” he said, moving in on your neck once again. Placing his hat on your head, watching you accommodate to it strangely, but nothing was more attractive than you wearing his daily piece, with your legs spread, ready to take him.

“You’re so good for me” he whispered, pulling his cock out and giving it a few strokes. “Such a good, pretty little thing for such a bad guy” he bullied, groaning against your ear as he slid his tip against your wet lips. “Not like you had much of a choice, the moment I saw you I knew I had to have you”

“I am a theif after all, I take what I want” your mouth opened in silent squeal when he found your hole and bottomed out. His eyes meeting yours with a burning passion as he got a feel for you, “you feel so fucking amazing” he panted.

Rolling his hips back and snapping them against yours, his head rolling back as he started stroking into you. Your wet cunt squelching in response to his cock filling you up deliciously. He was the biggest you had ever seen, ever taken, and he reached places that would be wrong to mention.

His thrusting was so rough it made the coins overflowing in the crate fall off and chink down to the growing pile on the floor. The jingling sounds of the metal, the creak of the wooden surface and the string of wanton noises were the only things you could hear, but you couldn’t focus on anything other than the man who was fucking you.

It was the most pleasurable feeling you had ever experienced, his girth stretching you out like that, balls slapping against your ass. “Can you feel me inside you?” He asked in a trance of joy.

You gasped every time he bottomed out, crying out “yes!” and lacing your fingers with his as he stroked your walls.

His hands sliding down to your hips to pull you back on him and use you like a toy for his pleasure. It was like a dream to him, and he could think of nothing but the way you squeezed his cock like a vice. He threw his head back and kept pounding, you looked up to see the sight, he was like a god.

Sweat dripped delicately from the tips of his chestnut hair, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down from swallowing saliva cause fuck you were making him salivate. The taste of your pussy still on his lips, the essence of raw flesh on his tongue.

“Fuck I can feel you wrapped around me god, nothing’s ever felt so good” he groaned, pulling out and flipping you over. He wanted to grab a handful of your ass while he pressed into you.

You molted into the new position, giggling at his hand kneading your ass and holding onto your hips. He was so deep inside you, taking you from the back so he could watch your ass bounce every time he thrusted.

Behind you, you could hear his deep exhales every time he filled you completely, his shameless moans at your wetness. Your cheeks tinted at the sounds of clapping, he was so carried away, and you were too the moment his hand reached over to play with your clit.

“Your pussy is gonna milk me” he exhaled, you pulsed at his lewd words. He just had this way about him, maybe the way he moved and handled you so expertly, or his boyish charm that won you over in 2 seconds flat- that had this power over you and your body.

 With every little touch and press of his fingers you reacted, arching your back into him. Your face falling because it was just too much to take, he was so big and so gratifying it made you dizzy.

“You’re doing so good sugar” he praised, turning your head so he could see you and kiss your gorgeous lips while he pounded into your pussy. “Just a little longer and I’ll let you cum alright?”

You nodded into his lips, bouncing back eagerly so he would give you what you so craved. “I know how badly you want it babe” he teased, his fingers digging into you so hard they left marks. You sat there, taking his fat cock just like he wanted, each stroke coaxing you to that climax.

His thrusts got faster, deeper, making you see stars as he panted and rambled out praises to you. “So so good for me” he said, his voice coarse. “Jesus” was the last thing he muttered before he pressed his body to yours and spilled inside your hole.

You felt him fill you up and his teasing was still going, not wanting to cum before he said so. It was a relief when he finally said “do it, cum on my fingers”, just the rough tone of command was enough to send you over the edge for the second time. You squealed and throbbed through your orgasm, rolling your eyes back and thankful for him holding you up because you needed it.

Turning back to face him and get dressed, he didn’t even bother taking the hat back. He gave you a joyful smile and told you “it looks better on you”. Holding the bags of money open once again and finishing up the original job.

He put the bags in your hands and walked out with you in a headlock, “sorry in advance for this sugar”, he pressed that silver pistol up to your head and made you walk out with the money. “Nobody move or this one bites the dust” he warned the people.

Motioning for his associates in crime to cover him as he led you outside and made you get on his horse. You watched in awe as he pulled off a sort of flawless bank heist, his friends right behind him as you rode away into the sunset.

He put the pistol away and took charge on the horse, ignoring the questioning glances from his partners and shrugging. “Don’t blame me for taking the pretty things, you said rob the bank and take the valuables” he huffed, sending you a knowing grin and a wink, “and thats just what I did”

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