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Past Love || Chapter 1

Various! Yandere! Jujutsu kaisen x Sukuna's past wife! Yuji's best friend! F! Reader

A/N : English is not my first language, sorry if there are some wrong words. This is the chapter 1, you can read the prologue and Chapter 2. Enjoy!

Masterlist | Series Masterlist | Prolog | Chapter 2

Series summary : You always get the same nightmare over and over every night. You feel annoyed but can't do anything about it. On the other hand, your best friend who suddenly becomes the vessel of a cursed king brings your nightmares to reality. You don't know what happened but the people around you started acting strangely.

Series warnings : Non-con, dub-con, yandere, stalking, kinks, gaslighting, blackmail, overtism, smut, NSFW, Minors DNI, all character 18+ (but first years still first year, try to make sense), sex, rough sex, oral sex, dom/sub dynamics, blood, manipulation, corruption, mind break, forced relationship, yandere character being their own warning, mind control, possessive, kidnapping. ⚠��Jujutsu kaisen character was not my original, credit to Gege Akutami as original author! There's a few OC as my originally made character. If you don't like/ you hate this kind of story, please go.

You are grateful because last night you prepared bento and breakfast you made by yourself for your father and your brothers. And even though you're in a rush, you don't forget to bring your lunch.

And you brought 2 bento. One for you and one for your best friend, Yuji Itadori. Yes, you are itadori's best friend or what you usually call Yuu. How are you not attracted to him? He's totally your type. He is gentle, kind, compassionate, and patient.

During lunch time, you visit his class. But did not find him. Someone from his class said he was on the field with the sports club members.

"Yuu!" You scream his name and he looks up.

He smiled and ran towards you. "(Y/N) Sorry I didn't tell you I was here."

Yuuji approached you. he explains his paranormal club is about to be disbanded and he needs to win the bet so that doesn't happen. "Really? You ask, with a worried face. "yeah, but don't worry bun. I win it!" He said with big smile on his face. You both sigh together and you both chuckling and laughing together.

It doesn't feel like you have arrived at the paranormal club room. There are also your two senpais. You all eat your bento together and you fall asleep.

"HAH-HAH-HAH- That dream again! W-wait where is Yuu and everyone else?" You woke realizing you're the only person there. And it's late, the sun replaced by the moon. You quickly grabbed your bag and rushed out. You searched the corridor hoping to find Yuuji. You think, why didn't Yuu wake you up and instead leave you? It's already night and the atmosphere is very quiet...

You can't help but get goosebumps.

BRAK!

You suddenly hear a loud sound. What's that? It comes from above. You see someone you don't know black hair boy. Suddenly something hit that person...

YUJI!

"YUU! WHAT ARE YOU DOING." you run towards your boyfriend but soon stopped when he looked at you. “T-that mark!”

That's Sukuna's mark! The one who's always on your dream.

"(Y/N)? You-Y-you (Y/N)(L/N)?!"

"S-sukuna..."

He approached you and you slowly back off to the edge of the building, you looked down and just swallowed done. "DON'T HURT HER!" say a boy behind Sukuna. Sukuna heeded the remark and Pressed your cheek with his hand. "Do you remember me, my dear (Y/N)?"

BRAK!

Suddenly someone kicks Sukuna from the side and pulls you in his arms when you almost fell off building. "Didn't I say to protect civilians, Megumi?” said that person. It turns out a black hair boy named Megumi.

You continue to see the person who is still hug you. Tight. White hair...

"Y-you're a member of the Gojo clan?" that person looking back at you. "How do you know, Princess?"

"We don't have much white hair in this country." You say. And he hummed. I don't know why you feel nervous to see, his smile more feels like a smirk.

"Hmm, interesting... What's your name beautiful princess?" he asked.

"(Y/N), my name is (Y/N) (L/N)"

When you say that he's a little surprised… Then his grin grew wider, wider than before as if he had just heard the most heartbreaking news his life.

"(L/N) huh? Is this fate? The Gojo family and (L/N) are business partners and establish close relationship." You freak out a little as he grabs your chin and gets closer to your face.

"So (Y/N), my name is Gojo Satoru. I was a jujutsu high tokyo teacher. Nice to meet you, Princess."

His face is getting closer and your lips almost touching, but prevented by black-haired boy around your age that you know his name is Megumi. "S-sensei..." he said while walking away balance towards you. he held stomach and as if awakening from hypnosis, You remember Yuji.

"YUU!" You screamed approaching Yuji releasing yourself from the young Gojo's arms. You approached Yuji's body that was lying down unaware. You see the wounds all over his body.

You took your hands out and placed them on Yuji's stomach. Light goes out from your hand and slowly closes and heal the wounds on his body. Megumi and Gojo looked at that with impressed. well, there are who have similar power, but nothing that really looks like a naked eye light produce.

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You keep pacing back and forth in front of the room... You've already healed Megumi and are now waiting for Gojo and Yuji who are in the room.

"why are you so worried?" You were awakened by Megumi's voice. "I don't know... I'm just worried about Yujl..." You saw his expression soften and he smiled. Somehow you feel that's not a face he usually shows to other people.

"As long as there is Gojo Sensei, we will be safe... After all, we haven't met yet. My name is Megumi Fushiguro, what's your name?"

You're reminded of something... "Fushiguro-san? Have we met before?"

"Hmm? I do not think so? Why do you think so?"

"The only Megumi I've ever known in my life was from the Zenin clan..."

He flinched at your words and seemed to be trying to remember something.

"Could it be you... (Y/N)(L/N)?!"

You look at him confused when he suddenly looks at you with surprise. "Um... Yeah? Do you remember anything?"

"That's right, it's me! Megumi Zenin... I left Zenin and became Fushiguro... Do you remember when the Zenin family and (L/N) had a meeting? We always played together."

You look surprised, a happy childhood memory... "You're a Gumi?!"

"Shhh... Slow down, that call is a little embarrassing..." He said while his hand covered your mouth. He let go of his gag. He looks so cute with his blushing face, you think he's so embarrassed by that nickname.

"I think we meet again, (N/N)..." Megumi said. When you heard the call you chuckled. It was a call from megumi for you first.

"Hmm? What do we have here? You guys knew each other before?" The young Gojo comes out of the room where you guys are waiting, along with Yuji of course. You with teary eyes lunged at Yuu, hugged him and kissed his cheek.

"Yuu! You don't know how worried I was!" You started crying while hugging Yuu. He hugs you back. Megumi and Gojo find the two of you a little displeased.

You two... are too close to be called friends. "I'm fine (Y/N)! Did the creature hurt you?" He kissed your cheek back making the two people watching you bend their faces even more.

"You mean Sukuna? No! He didn't hurt me. But..." You remember when Sukuna held your face. It feels weird, like deja vu.

"Megumi, did you tell Sukuna's name to (Y/N)-chan?" Gojo asked, caught your attention and Yuji. "No... I didn't tell her." After Megumi said that, Gojo who had been sullen smirk widely. "Then I think, not only Yuji who will move to high jujutsu."

After that you and Yuji visited your senpais to say goodbye. gojo-sensei already spoke with your Papa that you're moving to jujutsu high.

Your papa is worried about you because all this time he has been trying to hide you from becoming a jujutsu wizard which is a dangerous job. But yeah, maybe it's about time.

At the end of the day you and Yuji visit Yuji's grandfather's grave to ask for blessings. Next will be fun right?

Right?

To be continued

Tags : @loaves4me @carminhadaavenidabrasil

A/N : hello everyone! thank you for all your excitement for my series! i'm working on the third chapter rn and i expecting this series would be 15 chapter? im still not sure, it can be change. but since i have other things to do in my life i would post the next chapter if i finish all of it till epilog. So, while you all waiting. Since i also read manhwa, playing hoyoverse games, and watching other anime, i'm gonna post short scenarios of those (mostly yandere tho hahahaha)

[lesservillain]

Growing up, you've always been known as a people pleaser. Ever the altruist, you take joy in helping others, even if it's at your own expense. So when you decided to pursue a degree in nursing after high school the people in your life were less than surprised. As you enter your second year of schooling, you decide to enroll in a program to assist those affected by the earthquakes in Hawkin's that happened back in the spring. But, when you volunteered to take on a case of someone who had been turned down by everyone else, you had no idea that you were signing up for your life to change forever.

content warnings: canon divergent, eddie lives, grumpy!eddie disabled!eddie, nurse!reader, medical talks, violence and all that comes with it, major character death, suicidal ideation and all that comes with it, eventual smut. each chapter will have its own warnings.

the playlist

*chapters contain smut and/or heavy topics. Please read each chapter’s warnings as you go.

chapter list:

i. did you get what you deserve?

ii. gotta promise not to stop when i say "when"

iii. the smoke and who's still standing when it clears

iv. someone like you and all you know and how you speak

v. i want to hold the hand inside you*

vi. for you, there'll be no more crying*

vii. and you'll begin to wonder why you came*

viii. like real people do*

prologs:

- maybe together we can get somewhere

-no one can hurt you now

misc:

moodboard

[mushies-stories]

Little succubus

Demon!Ghost X succubus!Reader

(Little succubus- prolog)

summary: Ghost was a demon who deals with business on earth. one of the strongest and most feared. ya know, all that. reader is a shy succubus who thought she was fallowing a human home until she finds out just how wrong she was. Ghost however doesn't seem to mind; in fact, he thinks it might have been fate that dropped you in his lap. ALSO Ghost has horns. :3

Warnings: SMUT 18+, fingering, oral (F receiving), orgasm denial, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, claiming.

Authors note: It's mostly... maybe edited but i will be going back and checking things out because by the end i got tired aha.

word count: 6061

“Well little succubus, just what were you planning on doing?”

You swallowed the thump that had formed in your throat. Words still never left your mouth, too scared and embarrassed. He could see you the whole time. It was just… mortifying you thought.

“Well?” he leaned in closer, eyes like steel as he stared you down. You couldn’t help the high pitched yelp you let out when he lifted one hand up to reach for you. The demon let out an amused grunt and pulled his hand back. Your tail came to wrap around your legs. “What is it little succubus, ya scared?” his tone was condescending and you swear he was smirking under that mask. 

If it wasn't already evident by the way you cowered farther into the couch, body shaking ever-so-slightly, the small nod of your head gave him the answer. 

He nodded slowly before standing back to his full overpowering stature. Eyeing you for another moment he let out a soft sigh and shook his head before rounding the couch and taking the spot next to you. He takes up most of the open space and when he spreads his legs out he takes the rest. You flinch when his legs press against your knees. “So.” he rests his arms on the back of the couch, eyes coming to focus back on you. “Followed me home thinkin i was a human man, that it?” he asks.

You nod again but this time added a little ‘mhm’ with it. You couldn't help the overwhelming feeling of panic that was starting to really set in. He was a demon and a much bigger one than you. Even sitting so close to him was almost suffocating. 

Your eyes were so big, so full of fear and glistening from the tears that were beginning to form at the corners of your eyes. “You don’t do that very often do you?” he asks, watching your every move and listening to your racing heartbeat. He knew the answer already, no, you didn't. You were too shy and much too scared. Most other succubus would be trying to use their looks and charm to get around the situation. Some don’t even hesitate to throw themself right at his feet, offering their bodies to use as an apology. But you? Oh no. You were so scared you couldn’t even move. A little doe in the headlights. Perfect little prey.

When you spoke, your voice was so quiet. Ghost figured if he wasn't already giving you his full attention he would have missed your words. “No…only when I have to.” you answer. 

One brow raised at that. “That so?” He eyes you up and down, checking out your body and face. Even though you decided to wear a dress you were still mostly covered. The tight sweater you wore also didn't stop you from shifting in your spot under his heavy gaze however. “y’er grown.” he said with a little gesture to your body. “Yet y’er so timid and easily startled, even ran away when I took a shower.” Ghost recalled. He had to force himself not to laugh out loud when you scurried away from his room.

His intense gaze was hard to keep hold with, instead you drew your eyes down to your lap.

Ghost didn’t particularly like you shying away like that but it interested him, you were peculiar for a succubus. “Little mouse, you shy away so easily. Why is that?” he asks, wanting to know how you got like this.

You spare him a quick glance and a shrug, his scarlet eyes felt so heavy. “Always been this way.” you mumble. 

A gruff laugh fills the air around you. “How's that working? Being so timid and scared has to make it difficult for you? Needing the pleasure of others to feed. Even trying to be with another of your kind.” Ghost speculated. The last part made your tail twitch a little in annoyance. He was right about all of it. It did make it hard for you. Ghost had noticed this tiny movement, it let him know he was reading you like an open booking. You just got more interesting the more you accidentally revealed about yourself. For a long moment it's silent. You didn't know what he was thinking but the longer he didn't say anything the more anxious you were getting.

“What's your name, little mouse?” he asks, breaking the silence.

You hesitate to answer, not sure if making it easier for him to know who you were is a good idea. Not seeing a better option, you settle on complying. “Y/N.'' You tell him.

“You couldn’t be a virgin, right Y/N?”

Your eyes snapped to him and you could see his grin growing from under that mask. Your lips parted to say something but no words came out. Why was he asking you something like that, why did he want to even know. Your tail curled just a bit tighter around you.

“Oh little mouse.” he chuckles. Of course, and you just happened to stumble right onto his doorstep. His cock twitched at your blushing face, this just had to be fate. right?

What you being a virgin meant doesn’t go over his head, not even for a second. Since you were a succubus and a virgin; only feeding when you needed too for necessity then you would be severely touched-starved by now. Ghost was a strong demon, his power unmatched by most and comparable to only a few. A little demon like a succubus could barely withstand being around him for too long without feeling the need to submit to him. He would bet that right now your panties were becoming a mess just by his presence alone. That was probably what led you to him in the first place.

Your whole body felt so hot. He was looking at you like you were some kind of prey. You wanted to run but the dampness in your panties was growing and it was starting to get hard to ignore it. “Why are you disguised as a human, who are you?” you ask, wanting to change the subject from yourself to anything else. 

He didn't answer you right away, he seemed to be thinking about how to answer. “You may call me Ghost.” your eyes widen as soon as his name is revealed. “As for what I'm doing on earth, well that is  none of your business little mouse.” Ghost explained, with eyes of steel and steady tone.

You nod slowly in understanding. Yeah, it really wasn’t. Ghost was a very strong demon, well known, one of the strongest and one of the scariest. If you were scared before you were terrified now. Ghost wasn't even his real name, he was a demon who roamed care free in the shadows.

Ghost let out a soft sigh and relaxed his body a little into the couch, showing you he wasn’t going to pounce on you. “Relax love, ain't gotta be so scared.” even though the sight of your eyes prickling with tears and shaking body made his cock beg to be stuffed in your little virgin pussy. “Not gonna hurt ya, you're just a curious little thing.” he tells you. 

You take a breath and relax your shoulders a bit. Your body felt tight from trying to stay so still. You tilt your head a little to the side in confusion. “About me, but I'm nothing special… I really should just leave.” You hated how weak you sounded, voice uneven and evidently full of fear. 

She shook his head. “I don't think so, I think you'd like to stay.” his eyes were challenging, wanting to see if you deny it, lie and pretend like you're not soaking wet for him. “Right little succubus? You want to stay and see what a real demon can make you feel like. Bet your little untouched pussy is crying for some attention yeah?” 

His words were dirty and they made your face feel like it was on fire. “But… I have no idea.” you tried to explain how truly little experience you had. You only knew the dreams of the few humans you have interacted with. “Why would you want to be with someone like me… I'll only disappoint you.” as you spoke your eyes fell back down and your voice was nothing more than a whisper. You feared that if you let him in like that or anyone else that they become unhappy the moment they realize you lacked experience. 

Ghost didn’t like this, he didn’t like seeing you fall apart about yourself. He knew having you to himself would be everything he’s ever needed. He wanted you and only you, something drew him to you. He just wanted to reach out and pull you against him and keep you there. After a minute of silence he decided the gentle approach wasn’t to his pacing. 

With a grunt he gripped a massive hand around your ankle and dragged your smaller body so your legs draped over one leg. “W-what are you doing?!” 

you let out a quiet yelp when his hand gripped your hip, helping bunch up your dress a little. You drew your knees together to keep him from seeing anything. His hood on you was gentle yet firm enough to keep you in place. “I can smell your arousal little one, you're soaked for me right? Let me help you, let me make you feel good. All you have to do is say please.” he tells you, determined to devour you.

You blinked a few times. He was right, your panties were soaked and your skin tingles where his hand had touched your skin and being this close to him made your head spin. Your lips parted to speak but you didn’t even know what you'd say. Could you really admit to him that you craved him more than anyone you have ever come across. Your body burneing for his touch and the whole new sensation was  becoming so overwhelming. 

Ghost was growing tired of your resistance. You both knew what you needed and he wanted nothing more to give it to you. “Too shy, little mouse.” His voice is dark, a little ominous. He moved so slide your dress further up your thigh. You reached a handout to stop him but hesitated before actually touching his hand. Something about the way he looks at you, his skin on your own; it was something you didn’t even know your body was craving so bad until now. He watched your face as his hand slid between your thighs and pressed his middle finger right against the damp spot on your panties. You shuddered and he chuckled. “Panties are soaked mouse, pussies begging for something to be stuffed inside. Bet your body is just aching to be touched.” his voice seemed to get even gruffer, lower and he leaned closer to your ear. “Say it and I’ll make you feel better love, just gotta say it for me.” he says, hot breath fanning your already warmed neck. He messages his finger into your folds so your panties can collect more of your slick.

For a moment just you gasp and shift a little as he teased your needy cunt, making you wish more and more that your panties were not in the way. You looked at him with big eyes when your lips parted once again to speak, this time you managed enough courage to get a single word out. “Please.” you squeaked the word right when he had pressed down harder against your clit.

By the way his eyes crinkled at the corners you could see that a wide grin had spread across his face. “Good girl.” he said before both of his hands found your hips and adjusted you quickly so your bottom half was on the edge of the couch and you were sitting properly against the back. He gets on his knees in front of you and rests his large hands on your thighs. Your eyes become transfixed on his hands, seeing how much of your thighs they can hold. Pushing your dress up past your hips he practically groans when he can see the mess you’ve been making of yourself. Your arousal filled his senses and made his cock twitch against his tight jeans. When you look at his face his eyes were now only rimmed with red. He hooked his fingers into the sides of your panties and yanked them down and you let out a little yelp at the sudden action. Your hands gripped at your dress where it was bunched around your waist. 

Your brows raised when he hooked both arms under your legs and hiked them over his shoulders, Your cunt in full view for him now. Your tail shifted against the couch at your side. “What are you…” your voice gives out at the sight of him raising his mask above his nose. His lower face is bare for you to gaze upon. His eyes locked onto yours as he planted a kiss to one of your knees. Your own eyes kept trailing down to his lips as he peppered the soft skin on your inner thigh. 

“Smell so good, all wet and needy for me.” he mumbles against your skin before giving you a little nip. A hand released your thigh to your pussy so he could glide a finger through your folds. Your lips part with a small gasp when he circles your clit. Ghost kissed and sucked little purple marks on your soft skin while he toyed with your pussy. Then, without saying a word he lowered his head between your thighs and his tongue swiped up your dripping heat. The sweetest moan Ghost thinks he’s ever heard graced his ears. His thumb rubbed circles onto your clit while his tongue licked up your arousal. 

He couldn't suppress the groan when you whimpered and gripped his forearm. “Ghost, that feels… mmm feel so good.” you say with a sigh. His tongue was teasing your entrance, swirling around and pushing in just a little. 

He pulls his face back and rests his head against your leg. He focuses on your face when he abandons your clit and strokes his finger over your little hole. Your eyes were getting droopy and the blush painting your cheeks. “Just the beginning little one.” he chuckles and pushes a finger into you. 

Your eyes fluttered as he sank into you. Just one finger felt like such a stretch for your little hole. You knew you didn’t have to worry that much. Since you weren't a human it, but rather a succubus who wasn't a sexual creature by nature your body was meant for this to some degree even as a virgin. He pumped into you a few times, admiring the way your eyes fluttered the more pleasure you started to feel. You gasped between sweet moans that fell from your lips when he added a second finger. 

“Doing so good.” his voice was still deep but the edge to it had softened. He seemed so scary moments ago but when he's between your legs and looking at you with lust blown pupils. Even though his body still dwarfed your own it was comforting being wrapped around him while his fingers worked at stretching you out. 

When he found the spot that had your back arching he curled his fingers. Your eyes felt like they crossed and your toes curled. “Oh… Gho-ost, please.” you mewl his name. It felt like your stomach was twisting and tightening. Nothing like you’d have felt before, it was so much more intense now. Just as you were letting yourself fall into bliss it was ripped right from your when he pulled his fingers from your core. “W-wait.” you stuttered and blinked your eyes a few times to bring back your focus. A small pout forms on your lips.

You looked at Ghost who was smirking at you. “Sorry love, I promise you’ll cum just not yet. So sensitive I can't help but want to play with you.” he tells you. His hand rubs your thighs softly to help you calm down. 

He brings his fingers with you slick to his lips and takes one long swipe up his fingers. He groans and waste no time finding your clit with his lips and sucking softly on the bundle of nerves. At first he was just teasing, slow and gentle, only licking and sucking your clit. He was getting you all worked up until your arousal was dripping onto the couch. Your chest heaved and your head lulled back against the couch as you watched him. While he gripped and held one thigh still on his shoulder, the other that had been resting on your waist tightened a little, making sure your hips can't wiggle around. He sucked your clit into his mouth much harsher than he has before and your hips bucked against his arms. You can't help the loud moans that escape you. He let your clit go so he could slip his tongue into your fluttering pussy. His eyes were practically closed as he took you in. the way your body reacted to him, was so wet and needy for his touch was pushing him farther into a state of pure need and desire. 

He lapped at your pussy and slid his tongue along your gummy walls. His arm held you still the more your body began to wiggle and shake. “Ghost! Please… please it feels so good.” you ramble out. Your eyes were fluttering shut and that same intense knot was swelling in your stomach again. 

Ghost relished at the sound of his name falling from your pouty lips. So desperate and good asking him to make you cum. He wanted to watch you cum, he really did but wanted your first time cumming like this to be on his cock. So he pulls away, leaving your dripping cunt pulsing and fluttering around nothing and calling him by the right name. The moment he tasted you, heard you whimper and moan for him he knew you were his. He wanted to claim you and you him in every way he could and your pussy cumming on his cock for the first time is just how he wanted to start.

“Noo… please.” your voice was broken as you begged, nail digging into his forearm without noticing. 

When he looked at you his eyes showed a hit of remorse for leaving you to suffer again. But your disheveled shelf sweater falling from your shoulders and tail twitching at your side. “M’sorry little mouse.” he said it with such a tender voice you wanted to believe him but the ache between your thighs was unbearable. 

“Why… hurts Gho-”

“Simon.” He says, cutting you off.

Your head tilts a little in confusion. “S…Simon?” 

He nods and lowers your legs from his shoulders. He raises a hand to your face, capturing your chin between two strong fingers and guiding you forward. Your face to face with him, his lips only a beat away from yours. “Thats my name, since you’ll be crying it every time i fuck you.” he tells you, voice growing darker again. 

Your eyes widen at the intention behind his words. “Every time?” your voice was so small, you didn't want to sound hopeful.

He nods again and gives you a small soft smile, his hand cradles your cheek and strokes it gently with his thumb. “Sweet little thing, you're all mine.” he leaned in and practically slammed his lips onto yours. 

They were rough and the kiss was firm, his hands moved to your sweater, pushing the sleeves down your arms. He nipped at your bottom lip so you'd part them and with the opening he claimed your mouth with his tongue. Your head felt light and fuzzy, arms reach out for him and find his shoulders. When your hold on him tightens and you start gasping for air is when he finally pulls back. 

He bunched the end of your dress in his hands. “Arms up.” He says. You follow his instruction and lift your arms up lazily, like your limbs were just a little too heavy for you, you were already so lost to him. He lifts the fabric over your body and tosses it to the side. He looked at your bare chest with a crooked smile, delighted he didn’t have to waste time taking some useless bra off to see your perfect tits. With just his fingertips he trailed them along your lower abdomen, looking at the clear skin above your sex, your body shivered at his touch. “Gunna fuck that pretty little mark onto your body.” he growls before quickly grabbing your thigh once again and hoisting you up with him. 

You yelped when your naked body was pressed against his fully clothed one. Your body is now buzzing in anticipation, with the promise of getting your mark you were more than ready. He walks you to his room before doping you on the black sheet of his bed. Your chest bounced on impact and it caused you to wrap your arms around yourself. You felt so much more exposed with the way he towered over you, looking at your body with hunger in his eyes. 

Your eyes trailed down to see his erection and he was clearly big. Your eyes widened just a little but you really tried to keep calm, you would be fine, you told yourself. Ghost chuckles and your eyes snap back up to him. His hands hook into the waistband of his sweats and pull them past his hips. Once he was free you took another peak. He was big, that was obvious. Long and thick veins ran thick from his shaft. You swear your mouth was watering, the thought of him stretching you on his big cock had your head spinning. He was so big you knew it would still hurt, at least at first but pleasure would be what follows soon after. 

Kicking his pants aside he stocks over your body onto the bed, caging you in with his arms. He leans down to connect your lips again but this time doesn’t waste any time in claiming your mouth. At the same time he's pushing your legs apart with his and pushing the head of his cock through your slick folds. He pulls away for air while he grinds his cock against your heat.

Your body was aching, your fingers grip the sheets next to your body. You want nothing more than for him to finally stuff his cock inside you. “Please… hurt, need it please.” you beg, you breathe uneven and shaky. Your tail rests along your leg, wanting to curl around something. 

Ghost dipped his head lower and nipped at your neck softly. “Ask me correctly, Love.” He tells you. He wraps a lard hand around one breast and messages the smooth skin. Your nipples harden under his calloused hand. “Tell me who you want to fuck you little Mouse.” he rasps against you skin. He starts sucking and biting while his fingers start pinching and pulling your nipple before moving to the other. 

Your body was so sensitive you had to force your brain to work through the fog of pleasure he was causing. “You, Simon ple-eas I need you.” you plead, as tears start to prick the corners of your eyes. You needed some release and fast. 

Ghost’s cock twitches against your cunt then sits up enough to look you in the eyes. He smiles and strokes your cheek with his thumb, again trying to sooth you a little. “Alright, see there we are Love. M’gunna make you feel really good.” He practically coos at you. You nod a little frantically, not wanting to wait any longer. With a grunt he pulled your hips closer and abruptly slung your legs over his biceps. He pressed the tip of his cock on you pulsing heat, right at your tight little hole. Slowly he pushed the tip in, watching it pop in before starting a brutally slow pace at sinking into you.

Your brown knit together and your lips part but no sound comes out. You were too focused on breathing as his cock filled your pussy. “Big.. Simon, so big.” your speech was stained as he finally bottomed out. The tears at the corners of your eyes finally released and slid down your face.

Ghost leans down and licks one of the tears, your wince a little at the sudden action. “Pretty girl, crying over my big cock. Pussies squeezing me so tight and gushing around me.” he teases. “Gonna make you cum on my cock everyday love, make sure this little pussy knows who it belongs to.” He groans and starts pulling his hips back. You gasp and whine when you're left with only the tip. Gripping your hips he sank back in and started a slow rhythm, letting you get used to his cock.

Your tail instinctively inched closer to his arm and coiled around it loosely, just enough to feel a little more connected to him. You could feel every little movement and vein on his cock as it dragged against your walls. It felt good but you wanted to feel like it had earlier, when he denied you your orgasm. You wanted to cum, your body still aches from you loses. “Simon, please I want more.” you told him, eyes half lidded and swollen lips forming a small pout. 

His hips still for a moment, you were captivating like this. Under his mercy, dripping and begging for him “Such a good girl, asking so sweetly. Tell me what you want, what do you need me to do for you.” He urges.

You take a moment to formulate your thoughts. You wanted everything he could offer. While his cock rocked slowly into you it was his lips parting in a soft grunt that sparked a need in your head. “Face, I want to see…” you trailed off and your eyes shifted away from him. You were unsure if it would be okay to ask, you didn't want to upset him.

Seeing the hesitation ghost snapped his hips into you a little rougher, getting your attention. “You can say it little one, whatever you want.” Ghost had quickly come to term with the enjoyment he gets from hearing you confess to him. Your delicate little voice asking and begging him to help you. 

With a deep breath and shaky breath you nod. “Can I please see you?” you ask.

A wicked smile spreads across his face. He stills his cock, making sure to keep you nice and full of him before releasing your hips and making your tail let go of his arm. He tangled your hands together in one hand and held them above your head. “Wanna see the big scary demon huh?” he quips with a chuckle. The only response he got from you was your walls clenching unbelievably tight around him and a desperate broken whine. “Alright, needy little thing. You may see my horns.” he growls. With his free hand he hooks a thumb under the bottom and pulls it over his face. What little hair he had fell out, damp with sweat. You felt his body pulse around you and hot cock twitch inside, then a moment later horns were merging from his head. Big and curved back. His eyes were glowing, the only light in the room coming from the moon outside. 

Your eyes scanned over his features, momentarily becoming dazed at the sight of such a demon before you. “Beautiful.” your voice barely a whisper. 

Ghost chuckles and rolls his hips, bringing you back to reality. “Beautiful huh?” he repeats your words, a little surprised at your choice of complement. “Now for what I want, yeah?” he says with a grin. He begins a steady pace with his hips. He held your hands in place and focused back on your chest. Pinching and massaging your breasts while he started to move faster, snapping his hips a little rougher. “Need to make you cum love, need to see that pretty little mark form.” he tells you.

You wrapped your legs around his thigh and your tail followed, urging him to go deeper. You turned into a moaning whimpering mess under him, you knew he was holding back, still being gentle with you by the strained look on his brows. You were grateful for it, you would gladly take whatever he had for you but for tonight, tonight you needed it like this. 

He smiled at your fucked out face, fulling drunk on his cock. His cock throbbed against your walls, so tight and pulling him back in every time he pulled out. He released your hands and leaned back so he could watch your body move every time he pounded into you. “Taking me so well, so fucking tight.” he huffed. 

The pleasure was growing again, that intense feeling starting to build up and up. “Si-” you choked out. 

He watched you, felt your legs twitch against him. He knew what you wanted to say, could feel it. He dragged a hand down to where your bodies connected and started slowly circling your clit. His thumb sends waves of pleasure through your body and makes your back arch into his touch. 

“Please, Si… please I want to cum.” you practically sob, remember how it felt when he denied you earlier. “Please can I, can I c-um Si please!” you beg, desperate for your release.

Ghost looked at you with soft eyes and a mock frown. “Oh Babygirl, of course you can.” he tells you, voice gentle and calm. “Cum for me love, cum all over my cock.” he encourages you, pushing you closer to the edge with every thrust and harsh swirl to your clit. 

Finally, you could feel it, your orgasm crashing into you, sending you to a fuzzy blotchy world. Your eyes roll to the back of your head before closing, strangled whiny moans fall from your lips without hesitation. “Si-Simon! Mmm… good, so ohh.” Your pussy clamps down impossibly tight around his length, causing him to still his hips and cock inside you. Your stomach starts to burn with more and more pleasure, feeling like your orgasm is never going to end.

While your eyes are closed and you're lost in the intense feeling, Ghost is watching you intensely, watching you fall apart until your lower abdomen starts to glow red. He felt it burn under his fingertips while he continued to abuse your swollen clit, he pushed down a little, feeling the tip of his cock bulging, the pressure on your newly forming mark making your cry out and trash a little under him. “That's it, doing so good for me little one. Cumming so pretty like this on my cock.” Your pussy gushes around him, slick dripping and making a mess under you.

The feeling became so intense that blotches of black blobs started to fill your vision. You couldn't hear anything, but you could feel a warmth on your cheek. You blinked a few times; your eyes must have been closed because your sight was starting to come back. “Simon…” you mumble when his face becomes clearer. 

He chuckles softly and pushes some hair from your face. “There you are, lost ya for a second.” he says. You can still feel his cock, keeping your pussy nice and full. 

You give him a weak smile while you catch your breath. “That was… I’ve never.” You couldn't find the words.

His hand ghosts over the new mark above your sex. His hips started to move again, he couldn't wait any longer. He needed to fuck you now, fuck you until he empties himself deep in your cunt. “Getting your mark always makes it more intense, burned with pure pleasure.” He notes. You nod. You knew that, you just didn’t know it would be that strong and overwhelming. He didn't take more than a minute to focus back on plunging his cock as deep as possible into your dribbling core. “Need you to cum again for me Love.” He tells you, now gripping your hip with one hand and holding himself above you with the other. He slammed into you, much harsher than before. “Need to fill your pretty little pussy up, need you take my cum.” he growled. 

You nod, feeling the pleasure already building. “Yes, wanna cum again Si, please.” his lewd words and brutal pace was enough to have you right on the edge again. The lingering sensitivity of your mark makes it so easy for him to rip loud desperate moans from you. The sound of his cock slamming into you and your flick hole fills the room. “Wanna feel you inside Si, want you c-um.” you moan.

Ghost leans down Locke's your lips together, needing to taste you. Your arms came to wrap around his neck, pulling him even closer. He ate every moan and whimper you let out. When your pussy pulsed and calmed down around him, he couldn't suppress the deep guttural groan he made. He pulls back a fraction for air, his hips snap harder into you. 

“Fuck, gonna flood your cunt with my cum. M’so close.” he groans and huffs as he fucks into you. something primal growing in him as your pussy squeezes his cock, never letting him pull out too much. 

Your walls clamp down and your legs shake uncontrollably around him. “Ohh, ohh! Si~” you moan. Keeping your eyes locked on him was hard when the pleasure threatened to force them closed. Your orgasm came without warning, you let out a shaky high-pitched moan and clung to him for dear life. 

Ghost’s was so close, your pussy trying so hard to milk his cock. “Just like that, fuck… pussies clinging to my cock.” he says through gritted teeth. With a few harsh truths he was painting your walls with his thick cum. He pressed into you, making sure to empty him deep. “Oh fuck, taking all of me so fucking well.” he praises, eyes lidded and brow sheened with sweat. His hips finally stilled with his cock still buried deep. His cum leaked out around him, dripping down and onto the sheets. 

He leaned back and admired the mess you both made of his sheets. Your hair was a mess and your face was flushed. He rubbed your thighs, legs no longer wrapped around him but now laying slack at his sides. He looked at your mark, the pretty heart and that adorned your skin. He grazed his fingers over it and smiled when you twitched at his touch. Still so sensitive. 

“Thank you.” your voice was so soft. Your eyes were half lidded and threatening to close on you. A small content smile on your lips. 

He shook his head. “No need to thank me, Love. not yet anyways.” he grinned teasingly. “You did just hand yourself over to one of the most powerful demons in all of hell ya know.” he informs you again. 

You wanted to giggle at that but the sound died in your throat when he started to pull out. “Si-Simon wait, please.” you asked hastily. He stopped and raised a brow, a smirk playing at the corners of your lips. “Too much, go slow… please.” you plead. 

Ghost held back his laughter with a sigh. “How about we do this.” he offers and slips back in, even though it was now soft it still felt like it took up all the room in your pussy. He gripped your thighs and raised you onto his lap. “Why don't we take a bath and make sure your pussy is completely satisfied.” the look on of pure needy and desire in your eyes was all he needed. 

It took a while to get you both cleaned. Begging him to fill you up over and over prolonging the soak in the large tub. He didn't mind; however, you were just perfect for him. Needy and cock drunk for him. He was never letting you go now.

[mika-mp3]

The treasure is all mine!

-Prologe- (Chapter one, chapter two) Genshin Impact x Creator!Reader

warnings: first post ever! almost swear word, the most classic start to a SAGAU fic ever (Im sorry I dont know hot to start else), no y/n used, gender neutral ,english isn't my first language so propably spelling errors, I don't know how Aranaras talk. (I professionally ignored that quest.), characters might turn yandere in the future

summary: After playing TCG your screen becomes strangely white. It starts glowing brighter and brighter and the light seems to suck you in? That can't go wrong... right? Suddenly you find yourself in a forest, not remembering anything but meeting a little creature that might be able to help you out

characters: you, your mom (no this is not a joke), aranara!oc: Aramasu

word count: 1.359

wattpad version here

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"THIS BI-" you yelled at the screen. The third time. The third time you lost at that damn card game, and the third time you got annoyed because of it. "How?? How can this be so hard? It's the same technique I always use when I play normally! It works against bosses; why not now in the Genius Invocation TCG? I was so close this time too!" With a frustrated sigh, you let your head fall back. On the screen was still the word "defeat," big and plastered onto a red background for extra drama. Seriously, who had this idea? It's just frustrating at this point. Not even the recommended teams online seemed to work. You even tried copying the other players' teams that defeated you, but you still lost anyway. Why were you doing this again? Oh right... rewards.

Another sigh escaped your mouth when you heard your mother's voice from the kitchen. "Darling! Come down, dinner is ready!" A small smile crept on your face. 'Darling,' a nickname your mom gave you whenever she was in a good mood. Seems like work was quite alright today.

"Coming!" you answered, the dinner smell already reaching you by the time you finally mustered up the courage to sit up. Looking at the screen one last time, you decided to stop playing Genshin Impact for today. You had already done your dailies and everything else you felt like doing. Seriously though, doing dailies started to feel like a chore. That's why you were more than happy to open chests and explore instead. Standing up, you turned the game off and watched the screen go black.

Or... did it?

You were just about to leave the room when it lit up once more, but not with the loading screen, just plain white. "What the..." A bright white light filled the room, instantly blinding you. With your hands lifted before your eyes, you managed to get closer. "What is this?!" you said, a bit of fear in your voice. This had never happened before! You didn't even know that your screen could be so blinding! Just when you were about to touch it, everything went dark. Dark and warm. That's all you felt. Looking around frantically, you tried to make sense of the situation. It was still bright outside, so it shouldn't have been so dark now! Maybe just the aftermath of the blinding light?

"Darling, are you okay?" You heard a voice in the distance, but it felt oddly far away, as if it went further and further away with every word spoken. "M-.. Mom?" you asked, but there was no answer. It was still very warm. So warm. Slowly, you felt yourself grow weaker and weaker. Soon your knees gave in, but you didn't fall while your eyes closed shut. Before you could say anything else, your consciousness had already left your body. . . . . So... comfy. It was so warm, like on a sunny summer day when you lie down on the grass and just enjoy the fresh air. Talking of which, whatever you lay on felt just as nice. The sounds of birds could be heard in the distance. After a couple of minutes, you opened your eyes and saw...

A vast expanse of vibrant green, stretching out before you. You're lying on a bed of soft moss, the texture cushioning your body like the most luxurious mattress. Above, a canopy of trees sways gently in the breeze, their leaves creating a symphony of whispers. Sunlight filters through the branches, casting dappled patterns of light and shadow that dance around you.

You sit up slowly, feeling the softness of the moss beneath your fingers. The air is filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the earthy aroma of the forest floor. You take a deep breath, the freshness of the air invigorating you. The sounds of chirping birds and the distant babble of a stream create a soothing background melody.

As you look around, the forest feels both alien and familiar. Massive trees with trunks wide enough to house entire rooms rise majestically around you. Their leaves are an array of colors, from the deepest greens to shimmering golds, reflecting the sunlight in a magical display. The forest floor is dotted with flowers of every hue, some glowing faintly, adding to the otherworldly atmosphere.

Confused, you try to remember how you got here. The last thing you recall is the blinding white light from your screen and your mother calling you for dinner. Your thoughts are interrupted by the feeling of something soft nuzzling your hand. Looking down, you see a white rabbit, its fur pristine and its eyes large and expressive. It seems completely at ease, cuddling against your hand as if it belongs there.

With a gentle touch, you stroke the fur of the rabbit. It nuzzles into your hand, happy and content. A gentle smile spreads across your face. Have you ever felt so at peace before? It's hard to say when you don't remember anything from before. Not like it matters now. Nothing matters. There is no reason to question anything at all. Not why this wild rabbit is so calm and cuddly with you, not scared at all. Not why you don't feel certain things, like hunger or thirst. It's all so nice and warm and cozy.

Wait, there is something. Some feeling, not very familiar, but you still recognize it. Are you being watched?

Yes. No, no, it can't be that. Probably? Turning around, you scan your surroundings. All the bushes, the trees, and their leaf crowns, then you see it.

It isn't threatening, more weirdly familiar than anything. The small creature is floating above the ground with a little cute 'hat'? One word pops into your head as the creature comes closer: 'Aranara.' But how do you know that? It feels natural, like knowing the name of a dog or cat. Aramasu. This little Aranara's name is Aramasu.

"You're not a Nara," says the curious creature.

You answer, "No, I am no Nara. That's what I believe, at least."

With a soft smile, you reach out, cupping the little Aranara's face. It looks up, surprised, almost speechless. The warmth soothing through its body by the mere touch of you.

"What might you be doing here, little Aramasu?"

The rabbit, still cuddled up in your other hand, seems very happy with the encounter. The Aranara isn't surprised that you know its name; it feels truly natural.

Aramasu's eyes widen slightly, then it relaxes into your touch. "I was just wandering, like I always do. But today felt different. The forest whispered to me of a new presence, something... special."

You look around; the forest seems to glow with a subtle, otherworldly light, as if acknowledging Aramasu's words. The trees sway gently, and the air is filled with a soft, harmonious hum. It feels as though the entire forest is alive and aware of your presence, welcoming you in a way that goes beyond mere coincidence.

"Special?" you ask, intrigued. "How so?"

Aramasu tilts its head, studying you with a curious expression. "You have a light within you, one that resonates with the heart of the forest. It's warm and soothing, like the embrace of the earth itself. It's rare to see such light in anyone other than the forest spirits."

The rabbit nudges your hand, drawing your attention back to its soft fur. You feel a sense of contentment and belonging, unlike anything you've ever experienced—or at least, anything you can remember. The forest, the creatures, even the very air around you, all seem to sing in harmony with your presence.

"Perhaps," Aramasu continues, "you are more than what you think you are. The forest recognizes you, and so do I."

As you ponder Aramasu's words, a sense of purpose begins to stir within you. Though you may not remember your past, the present feels vivid and alive, as if this is where you were always meant to be. The forest, with all its mysteries and wonders, seems to be waiting for you to discover your true self.

-to be continued-

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Thank you so much for reading! Fell free to give me feedback and ideas how to continue this!

Mika

[kozukatt]

hey guys so i try not to get political on my socials since i want to bring joy rather than anxiety with my stuff

but recently especially within these past two days since trump’s inauguration i can’t stay quiet. our rights are getting taken away. he is trying to silence the minorities; deporting, removing laws that protect people in the workplace, moving our country back in time. he is actively working against the progression of rights in favor of the rich men at his side.

tiktok? that was propaganda. meta is now becoming a setting for propaganda. x has been prolog and a. this isn’t the country we have fought so hard to preserve. this is becoming a country where convicted felons take office and limit people’s rights. this isn’t america. this isn’t our home. we are in danger.

trump being in power has already had devastating effects on our freedoms and rights. he has repealed all acts relating to climate change that biden stated during his term. he has gotten rid of the civil rights act of 1964 which abolished workplace discrimination. he has quite literally undone decades of progression in a matter of hours.

you may think this doesn’t affect you. that this doesn’t apply to you. but i beg of you; do research. find the facts that aren’t twisted to fit the liberal or conservative narrative. find cold hard facts and look at them. because while you may think that this isn’t your problem, it sure as hell is. your friends. your family. the people closest to you. you will all be affected by this.

you don’t have to sit around and do nothing. in a time of hate find peace and fight back. there are people out there that need help. that are suffering all because one man is in power. please speak up. speak up for your rights. speak up for those who can’t. don’t be afraid. because this is still a country founded on freedom. and no one can change who we are. not by declaring deportations, not by declaring there are only two genders, and not by silencing us.

we are strong.

[fanimalcreations]

Prolog in one big chunk

I don't know how to post things in a chronological thread or whatever it's called on here, so I'm dumping the whole prolog for The Weight of Scales in a big pile right here 😆😅

Now, it should be easy for ppl to catch up before I start releasing Chapter 1

[a-araiguma-a]

Between the serving and Her smile

Pairing: Oliver Wood x fem!reader Warning: mutual pining, drama, first love, jealous a/n: sketching an idea, I hope you will be interested in it and I will continue to develop it.

Start - Prolog (Episode 1 - Episode 2 - Episode 3 - Episode 4 - Episode 5) - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8

The noise of the wind, cut by brooms at high speeds, became a familiar background for Oliver Wood. Quidditch was not just his passion, but the very essence of his existence. He was the captain and keeper of the Gryffindor team, and his quest to win the Quidditch Cup became an obsessive goal. All his thoughts revolved around tactics, training and strategies, but sometimes his own heart reminded him of another, equally important side of life.

[Your name], a girl with surprisingly deep eyes and a radiant smile, burst into his life as suddenly as a gust of wind on the field. She was a half-breed, her father was a Muggle, and her mother died in childbirth, but it didn't matter to Oliver. Her intelligence, kindness and support captivated him, and he could not resist her charms. Their friendship began innocently, with nighttime gatherings in the library and help with homework. In the fifth year, someone noticed the sparkle in their eyes for the first time, but then none of them understood it. It wasn't until his sixth year that Oliver realized he couldn't imagine his life without her. That after completing their studies, their paths may diverge.

Love turned out to be more complicated than he thought. Oliver would do anything for [Your name], but Quidditch remained in the first place in his life. He devoted his days and nights to training, forgetting about meetings with her, postponing dates and leaving her alone on holidays. He didn't do it on purpose, but when he had so many thoughts about strategies and victories in his head, time ceased to exist.

Oliver knew she was in pain. She never complained, but he could see the longing in her eyes when, once again, he left her for Quidditch. And it tore at his heart. He wanted to be with her, but the desire to win was too strong.

Back then, as a freshman, Harry joined the team as a Catcher, Oliver felt relieved. He finally found someone who could help the team win the Cup. But with that came new difficulties — early morning workouts and even more hours spent on the field. This further alienated him from [Your Name], and jealousy began to gnaw at him from the inside.

Oliver couldn't help but notice that other guys were starting to hang around her. Books will be delivered, flowers will be presented, and someone else will invite you on a date. He felt his heart constrict when he saw her with others. These thoughts haunted him, and he knew that he had to act, but how? His day was scheduled by the minute — study, training, tactics. There was no time for a personal life, and it tormented him.

When Oliver overcame all difficulties and misunderstandings, he tried to be the perfect partner. He took care of her, supported her in everything, but with the onset of the seventh year, everything became more complicated. There were final exams ahead, crucial Quidditch matches and their relationship.

Anxiety for the future increasingly consumed him. He was afraid of losing her because of his obsession with Quidditch, but he couldn't give up on his dream. His love for [Your name] and passion for the game pulled him in different directions, tearing him apart.

Oliver stood on the edge of the field after another practice session, watching the sun slowly set over the horizon. He knew that difficult trials lay ahead, but he believed that love and Quidditch could coexist in his life. He swore to himself that he would do everything possible to preserve these two treasures, even if it required the impossible from him.

[jellyvibes710]

MasterPost

Little Baby Blue AU (cover art soon)

[REWRITING]

Prolog

Interaction: Raph+splinter, Mikey+donnie, April

First post

Characters + rough story

Baby Leo

Last hope [prequel]

Just a Dream

Process of giving up

Chapter 1 "A broken promise"

Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt.3, Pt.4, Pt.5, Pt.6, pt.7, pt. 8

(It's not dead, I'm just slow haha)

Amazing fanart!!

First bath 1, first bath 2, baby leo <3

Blood sugar (comic)

If you dub/voice my AU please leave credit and link, thank you ❤️

Other comics

(FanComic for abbeyofcyn "kraang infection au")

What if ask here that inspired this idea here

Animation here

Official comic

Part 1, Part 2, BONUS, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Character sheets Raph/Don/Leo/Mikey

Quest into the questionable (poll vote)

No title art

A quest to help Raph find his brother's, you guide tot Raph by poll choices through a maze of fears and horrors, but be careful, not everything is as it seems

Part 1-2, Part 3, Part 4

[leowithyou]

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[cawyden-gaming]

Rogue Trader - interesting details (from in game dialog/loc. file)

Hint about time spent on Dargonus after ceremony

List of (some) Rogue Traders of the von Valancius dynasty

Theodoras age

Theodora using the heretic lens?

Details below:

Time spent on Dargonus after ceremony

We don't really know how much time we spend during the game. After the ceremony, with the start of act 3, there is a briefing where the dialog indicates that the RT has been on Dargonus for quite some time:

If Yrilet is not recruited (or no longer available), we get a meeting with Achilleas instead and there is one dialog option to ask about his wounds - and that it "only" has been "three turns" since the attack (on Dargonus):

Now, that doesn't sound like a turn would be as long as a year as we know it. If we (to make it simple) assume a turn on Dargonus is a week or a month like we know it on Earth we would have between 3 weeks to 3 months for the time from the attack to the briefing. 3 Weeks sounds a little short for me, as after the attack they had to spend at least a few days to prepare the ceremony (honestly even a few days seems rather short) and then having 2 weeks left would not be that much time spent on Dargonus. 3 months sounds closer to the time spent there.

2. List of (some) Rogue Traders of the von Valancius dynasty

Dargonus - Throne room - backside of the pedestal in the middle: list of Rogue Traders from the founding of Dargonus up to Theodora:

Cayn

Jacathred

Romulux

Victrix Astylar

Harlon Saul

Mirabilius

Byana

Orthesian

Lemant

Theodora

So - 10 Rogue Traders since Dargonus was founded on this list. Our Rogue Trader is the 20th in line:

So there were 9 Rogue Traders of the von Valancius dynasty before Dargonus was founded.

3. Theodoras age

There is a trophy in the throne room (at least during the ceremony) froom a pirate that was active 300 years ago in the Expanse - until Theodora put an end to him, giving us a little more of an idea how old she min. was:

4. Theodora using the heretic lens?

I found in the localization file this entry (no idea where it would be displayed in the game):

"Text": "\"Lady Theodora would sometimes vanish for a long time within her study... quite literally, as they say! The servants couldn't find her, and then she would just reappear at her desk!\""

I think this means the artifact that she tried to use in her study in the prolog and that shattered when she died and which shards resemble the shards from the lenses we find with the cultists.

I know there is speculation that the artifact would allow Theodora to duplicate herself so she can be at two or more positions at the same time because we see cultists coming back/restored after dying with the help of lenses.

But based on this text it looks more to me like it allowed teleportation to a desired place.

[lawlia-art]

Undertale: IV - Redraw Prolog/Ep1 - PART 1

Note: Toriel is not dead! In the original comic she was killed by Asthar but the storyline was later changed. To show this difference I represented their souls and Toriel's is not broken, she's just hurt and fainted.

Original comic by @skyy_sketsa : https://www.webtoons.com/id/canvas/undertale-indonesianverse/list?title_no=984343

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Thank you so much @godofchaoss for helping me with the dialogues! 💓 (I don't know how I would have done without you haha)

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His compass, Her home

Captain Jack sparrow x pirate f. reader

Captain Jack sparrow x you

Reader = you

+18

Warnings:

MY AU!!, ooc, not canon, reader is a pirate,grief, angst, romantic, slow-burn maybe?, fluff, comedy, the usual pirate-stuff (violence, guns, swords, death, blood, gore, sentence, murder, betrayal?-), cursing, maybe smut or seductive, alcohol, death, jealousy, revenge, bed warming? (let me know if I forgot something!)

Prolog

(Read 'prolog' first! For a better understanding of the story!! Hope you enjoy!)

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Chapter 1 - First meeting

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What happened to the tale? Mhh fine fine let me get to it! Guess some people are just destened to meet right?~ Like us?~

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After a well needed change of clothes and eating some good food you managed to find out in which town you currently were. You remembered that one time your father mentioned to you that an old friend of his owned a bar here. Now it was time to search for it. After walking around, what felt for like hours, you found it. 'Lucifer' the sign said. Carefully opening the door you looked inside. It was quiet. This was weird for a bar. So you knocked on the door once. "TODAY IS CLOSED!!", a man's voice yelled. Well he seemed in a bad mood. But he was your only chance so you still stepped inside the bar, closing the door behind you.

"Ay but I heard you are an old friend of my father. He told me if something has happened I could look for you!", you explained waiting for an answer. In the next second a man with glasses, holding a book in his hand came around the corner. He looked at you curiously but also clearly judged you. You sighed and picked up the sheated sword around your waist. Showing it's crest to the man, " You do recognize this sword right? I'm his daughter. And he told me you own this bar and that you would help me if I ever needed it!", you explained again.

"Reader?!", he asked, looking up from the sword to you, his eyes softening as he placed the book down and taking of his glasses. You gave a smile and nodded, "Thats me~". He laughed and walked to the front of the bar. "Sit down I'll get us something to drink! It's not often that I meet old friends again!". Shortly after the man had two cups of rum ready. " You are old enough to drink right?", the man asked. You took a sip and grinned, "Ahh! Thats the stuff! You know how to start a conversation! I turned 18 yesterday or the day before. I don't know anymore..". The man laughed and nodded, "Just like your father! Also call me Van. What brings you hear?". You put down your cup after another sip. And smiled with a bitter taste to it. "Uncle Van, I wish I'd come to you with better news but.. My father is dead. He got killed by a man named.. uhh something with an S! Ssss- uhh- He is the head of the navy! He is known as the 'pirate hunter'! I managed to escape from him but he is still after me!", you explained, holding tears back.

A shocked face appeared on van's face. But it disappeared as quickly as it came, " I'm sorry for your lose! But what are you still doing here?! Reader, listen to me! His name is Salazar! He is dangerous! He is feared everywhere! People are even afraid to say his name! If you stay here he will find you in a day! Never stop moving for a year, two years or maybe forever! Hide and don't come out!", van rambled on in a panic. "I don't have a ship uncle van! The 'polar sky' sank..", you said with sigh. Van looked at you and took another sip of his cup, "There is a pirate crew which sets sails today! The captain was also a friend of your father! Closer than me! And I also think he desereves to know the truth.. Go and find him! He will let you join his crew without a doubt!".

A new crew? You felt a bit weird at that thought. It felt like a stab to the chest. But you had to pull yourself together! Well whatever it's better than to die here! But another friend of your father? Seriously? You knew your father was all around the cosmos but not like this?! "I didn't know my father was THIS well known! So many people talk about him", you said and smiled a bit shy. Embarrassed by your own realisation.

"By the seven seas how can you not know? There are tales everywhere about your father! 'Hellsman', a well known pirate. Many fear him and many admire him but everyone respects him. A good man and a good friend. But a problem for society! A troublemaker! But he had the best adventures to tell! Of course salazar is after your live!", van explained and looked seriously at you, "But your father also has many good friends! Many who will without a doubt protect you. But I doubt you would need that?", he added and looked at the sword you carried with you. A grin appeared on your face, "Sure my father teached me everything and trained me for years so that I act like a damsel in distress?", you laughed and waved your hand infront of your face. Van started to laugh too.

" Uncle van, I'm not scared of salazar. Nor am I scared to face him. But I'm no fool! I can't fight him by myself, it's to risky! I promised my father to live!", you caressed over your fathers sword and it seemed to vibrate as it's agreeing with your every word. Van looked at the sword and than back to you, in your eyes, "Smart like her mother and fearless like her father. The sword choose you it seems like! Go find the crew, the captain's name is 'morgan',".

You thanked van as you walked to the door. Finally a goal for tomorrow. You just hoped that this captain morgan would be as accepting as van mentioned. As you left through the door you didn't hear what van mumbled to himself,

"She is going to bring a storm to this world. That much is sure. And with hellsman gone the seas are no longer save! All the evil will start to show itself now..".

You walked to the corner of the town van mentioned. Finding a ship, a big ship. And at the harbor some crew members stood around. You walked up to one of them. He was rather goodlooking. Very goodlooking actually. "Ay, where can I find captain morgan?", you asked the boy infront of you. The goodlooking boy turned to you, clearly checking you out. Then he smirked, this damn smirk, it would haunt you in the best ways possible, "Are you sure you aren't looking for me, love?", he answered. He was goodlooking and charming?? No fair!!

You giggeled and smirked back, "Aren't you charming?~ But you can't allow me to join the crew can you, charmer?", you flirted right back. He looked stunned. Seems like you left him speachless. Cute~. "Captain morgan is inside the bar. Will you tell me why a beautiful lady wants to join a pirate crew?", he asked, his eyes locked on you. "Mhh yes I will charmer~", you leaned in and whispered, " To look at goodlooking boys like you~", you smirked and walked past him. Entering the bar you looked around. This bar was also empty. Seriously how do these bars even make money??

The boy stood still for a second. Processing what just went down. Then he turned around to look at the door of the bar. "Why does it feel like I just had a conversation with myself?", he asked confused, but his eyes showed interest.

A sword was pointed to you but you stood still, keeping calm. Your necklace didn't act up so the person holding the sword didn't want to hurt you. A man with one blind eye looked at you, " I thought I told everyone not to enter. Yet I hear foodsteps outside which means you must be either deaf or a drunkkard", the man said, looking at you. "I'm here to look for captain morgan. I hear he was a good friend of my father", you explained, not moving but looking down at your sword. "Well he is right infront of you. Tell me the name of your father and he will give you his answer!", the man answered, still holding the sword up to you. "Hellsman", you said and the moment that name left your mouth the sword dropped and it was back in it's sheats. "You could've said that in the beginning. Long time no see reader! Last time I saw you, you were still a baby. Not that you would've any memory of it haha. What brings you to me? Did your father send you?", captain morgan asked as he laughed and leaned back against the bar behind him.

This question. Again. You sighed. "No. Sadly not captain morgan. My father.. he got killed. By salazar. I managed to escape since he protected me. But salazar is still after my live. I need to leave this island as soon as possible. Uncle van told me about you", you told him, playing nervous with your fingers. The man infront of you left out a curse and hit his hand on the table, "Fucking bastard!".

But then he turned around with a softer look in eyes, "I'm sorry couldn't control my emotions there. So you here to ask me if you can sail with us?", the captain asked with a smile on his face. "I'm here to ask if I can join your crew! I'm not asking for special treatment! I can fight, navigate, steer the ship, read and write, I can work like all the others! My father teached me all of it!", you quickly added, thinking of how else you could be usefull. But the captain infront of you just laughed and patted your shoulder gently. "Your my friends daughter how could I ever make you work like a slave? Of course you can join and sail with us. I don't doubt your strength or your smarts. You probably stronger than all of them together!", captain morgan laughed and smiled at you.

You smiled brighter and felt happy for once in days. "Thank you so so much captain morgan!", you said with a big smile. "Well then come! Let's board the ship. I'm done here anyway. I'll introduce and show you around the ship!", so the captain walked out of the door and to his ship. You followed his every step. "Oi boy! Tell the others we are to set sail! All on board!", captain morgan said to one boy, which then went to gather everyone.

Walking on the ship you looked around. "This is my ship! The 'wicked wench'! Welcome aboard!", captain morgan introduced you and showed you every corner of the ship. "She is such a mesmerizing ship! A beautiful one. But not as beutiful as the polar sky mind you!", you said and smiled. This made the captain laugh, "I believe in your eyes no ship could ever compare to the polar sky!", he teased you.

Ohh how wrong he was! There was one! But that is a tale for the future!

"Ay crew listen! This here is our newest crew member! Reader! Her father is a good friend of mine so is she! If any of you start a fight with her, you start a fight me alright?!", captain morgan introduced you to the crew members. "Ay sir!!", was heard. You hit the captains shoulder and laughed, "Stop that! You're scaring them!", with that you turned to crew members and grinned, "I'm a pirate like you just treat me like one of you!", you said. Captain morgan just laughed in the back.

A while later you all got ready to set sail. "Reader can you deal with the sails? You there! Lad! Help her!", captain morgan commanded or asked? You nodded, "Ay captain". You got ready to climb up before you looked over at the boy next to you, "Oi boy! Let's do a race! Who is first up owns the other a drink!", you grinned, ready to start. The boy first looked confused but soon joined in.

"Won!!", you yelled having raised the sails first as you laughed and looked to the boy. "Looks like you owe me a drink!", you laughed and used the rope to swing and jump down. Landing gentle on the deck. The other crew members just laughed at this scenario. But one looked at you with interest. With wonder.

Captain morgan watched you and chuckled to himself, "Trouble just like her father", with that he got ready to steer the ship towards the open sea.

The boy came to you with a drink, holding the cup out to you, "H-Here miss your drink", he said. You looked confused, "Aren't you geting a drink too?", "N-No I- uhh", "Ohh are you under age?", you asked, "Noo but-", "Don't tell me you have rules for drinking here?", you sighed. "No no miss! I thought I lost soo.. no drink for me?", the boy said. You looked at him, "Who said you can't also have a drink? You didn't lose you were just a bit slow! Let's go and get you a drink too, savey?", you smiled and took the cup from the boy. Which looked at you with a bright smile now.

After you had your drinks another boy suddenly stepped up to you, "Miss why did you want to 'join' our crew?", he asked. Clearly questioning your reasons for beeing here. You could tell at the look on his face and the necklace vibrating around your neck. So he wants a fight huh? You thought but smiled instead, "I needed to leave the island as soon as possible and heard a good friend of my father was around. So I asked if I could join. Now I'm here. End of story?", you explained. "Ay I heard! But why say you're a pirate?", he asks. You sighed, "Because I am a pirate?", you answered and added in, "But thats not what you want to hear you want to fight me, to see if I'm worthy of joining the crew right?".

The boy looked serious at you and nodded, "Why are you scared?", he asked. You laughed at that and put your cup down. "Captain morgan permission to fight one of your crewmates?", you yelled as you walked in the middle of the ship. The boy following you, accepting your challenge. "Granted! But reader DON'T kill him! I still need him", captain morgan said, steering the ship. Already knowing who would win, but he couldn't help himself he wanted to see your abilities and you fighting with your fathers sword. You nodded, "I'm not my father captain! I won't go overboard", you said and pulled your sword.

The fight had started. The boy ran up to you, swinging his sword at you, you dodged all of his moves. They were way to obvious. The next one you blocked and then you attacked. Pushing him father in a corner. But he blocked your attacks. Not bad, you thought. But not good enough. The next attack you dodged by jumping on the side of the ship, to push you off the wall and land behind him. But he was fast and blocked your attack. This time he pushed you back. Attack after attack. Making you dodge all of them. "Whats wrong 'pirate' you only dodging now?", the boy said, mocking you.

"Captain who do you think will win this fight?", a boy asked. "Well jack what do you think?", captain morgan asked back. Jack looked back to you, "Reader will win. Who is she?", jack asked his captain, clearly interested in your skills. Captain morgan nodded, "Ay jack. Captain Hellsman's daughter. He liked to call her 'the compass of the sea'. He always spoke of her with such pride", captain morgan leaned against the wheel as he told jack about you.

The boy was mocking you? Well it was fun. Time for the finishing move. Having enough you dodged the next move by kneeing down you did a slide underneath his legs and from below you aimed right at his hand, the place he held his sword in. And with one swing of your sword the boys weapon landed somewhere infront of him on the deck. Unarmed he looked at you in shock. As you got up behind him and pointed your sword at his neck. "Pirate! You see now?", you asked.

" THAT MOVE!!-", captain morgan gasped in suprise. "It's brilliant! How did she do that?", jack asked, looking at you with almost sparkling eyes. It was strange, everything about you captivated him. Pulled him in and kept him there. "That was her fathers special and most feared move. An unpredictable move that without a doubt always unarms the enemys!", captain morgan described remembering the old times.

Not wanting to accept this another crew member slammed your sword out of your hands. Your necklace pullsed fiercly. You were in danger, but now it would prove itself if your fathers sword truly had chosen you! The other upset crew member swang his sword right at you.

"CAPTAIN! SHE WILL-", jack took a step forward in shock. "Not yet! She won't lose with that sword!", morgan said holding jack back.

And within seconds the sword moved on its own and flew full speed back into your hand. It vibrated strongly. And with that you blocked the attack and the crew member dropped his sword and held his hand pain. Looking scared at you. You pointed the sword up, "Anyone else?".

"What is that sword?", jack asked suprised. He couldn't wait for the captain to finally explain. "That is the sword of readers father. Or it once was. It clearly choose it's new master. That much is obvious! It's name is 'Cerberus' and also where captain hellsman got his name from. A tale described cerberus to be the dog of the underworld. That sword is cursed and readers father, hellsman was the only and first one to ever fight with it! It chooses it's owner not the other way around!", captain morgan explained.

"W-Witch!", the crew member yelled. "No! Pirate!", you answered. "You are a witch!", the boy said again. "Pirate!", you answered. " W-", the boy started but a familiar voice cut him off, "Oi there is no need for name calling! You clearly lost the fight!". It was the boy again! The charmer infront of the bar! "Jack can't you see she is cursed? She will curse us all-", " The only curse here is your horror storys mate", jack answered, standing next to you. "She has cursed you jack! Jack you acting strange!", the boy said. "He always acts strange?", another boy answered from the crownest. He dressed very elegant? While jack's clothes seemed wild and free. "I do not!", jack answered, "You do!", "I don't,", "Witch!", " No pirate!", "Witch!", " Pirate!!"

This continued until Captain morgan was  stepping up, "ENOUGH! As everyone can see she is a seasoned fighter and pirate! Fighting time is over lads!", morgan yelled. "Ayyy captain!!", the crew members yelled and in haste went back to their work.

You put away 'cerberus' and patted it twice so it calmed down. Before walking up to the captain. Jack and the elegant boy followed. "Say reader what is that sword exactly?", jack asked eyeing cerberus. You grinned,

"Why so that you can steal it?", you asked. "N-No.. No reason!", jack stuttered, biting his hand looking away. "Of course you want to steal it! Like you always do!", the other boy said. "That is no true hector!", jack said offended. "Sure I'll tell you charmer~", you smiled at jack. Both boys looked at you. "Why would you tell a thief your secret?", asked hector confused. "Because that sword, cerberus can't be stolen!", captain morgan answered the question. Which made you nod your head.

"You could steal it but it won't be of any use to you or to that person you would sell it to, if you're thinking like that. Cerberus is a cursed sword. It doesn't listen to anyone. My father was the first and only one it ever listened to. It only chooses one and follows that persons commands until their death. After that it chooses a new person. It won't listen to anyone else and at the next moment possible find itself back to his owner!", you explained as you caressed over the sheat twice again. You looked back up. Hector looked not happy with that explaination.

"Do you want to hold it hector?", you asked. "Reader!", captain morgan warned you. "Don't worry captain, cerberus doesn't harm as long as it's owner is save. I also carried cerberus around as I was little and it refused me but never hurt me!", you smiled. "I want to! I don't believe in curses!", hector said holding out his hands. "Here", you said putting cerberus in hectors hand. Jack quickly run to your side and hid behind you. "What are you doing?", you asked jack. "It's safer here! I don't wanna stand next to hector-", jack explained, looking over your shoulder. "There is nothing to worry about-", you answered with a laugh but got cut off.

In the next second the sword started to shake strongly. Trying to escape hectors grip. "Woahh!!-", hector yelled as cerberus moved to you and almost pulled hector over, making him fall to his knees infront you. Jack and captain morgan started to laugh. And you giggeled. "See? Cerberus is just a loyal sword!", you praised the sword. And with that cerberus started to vibrate. Making hector drop it to the floor, "Ouch! Hot! It burned my hands!", hector cursed. Cerberus jumped back into your hands and you patted it twice, putting it back on your waist. Jack and captain morgan still laughed at the confused hector. You started to laugh too, "I told you so. Poor hector has to start believing in curses now", you laughed. Jack placed an arm around you and grinned, "Hector lost his mind just witnessing that", with that you both laughed more. "Can't you both take one thing seriously??", hector asked annoyed and got up from the floor.

This cheerfull moment made you forget all the bad stuff that had happened over the last few days. It was a refresher and a new start!

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"Reader can you come here real quick?", captain morgan asked as he held a map, jack standing next to him. You walked over to them. "Here captain!", you said. " Good! I thought it would be good to tell you our course! We will sail to the devils triangle! Did you sail this way before?", captain morgan asked you. Ahh.. this place again. The place you lost everything and barely managed to escape with your live. Yet you nodded at the question,  "Yes twice. Can I help with something?". " Can you draw on the map where we should avoid and how to sail the best?", the captain asked, handing you a map.

Taking a look at the map and taking the pen next to it, "Sure! My father said there are three areas to avoid! The front and the sides. Sides in: Don't sail to close to the island! It is to shallow, you would get stuck. Sail farther out on the sea there is the water deep. I mean VERY far out on the sea! The front is the most dangerous tho! There are everywhere rocks that grow from the bottom of the sea. You won't see them from above, especially at night time! Best is to avoid the front a mile before it!", you explained, drawing the spots on the map. "That is great information!", morgan said, praising you. "But how do we know when we should change the course infront of the island?", asked hector. Oh he was here too! You were so focused you didn't even see him there. "Thats simple hector! There, on the left side is a sharp rock, just one tall one. It's kind of like a warning sign. You see that, you change your course!", you answered.

" Why are we not just sailing from the other side where it's save anyway?", a good question asked by the handsome jack. Captain morgan and you looked at each other and nodded, you both shrugged.  "We can't sail that way jack! How will we sail all around the world to get to the other side??", hector the reasonable one said it as it is. You and morgan looked at each other again and nodded both your heads in agreement. "And why don't we just sail infront of the island and make a turn before we all crash and die?", jack asked again, picking up the map and looking at it closer. "Because there are stones everywhere jack! With a big ship like this you would crash and drown!", hector answered the confused pirate. Once again you and the captain just nodded.

"Great! Then everything is clear!", jack smiled proudly and walked away. Hector rolled his eye and you laughed calling out to jack, " Thanks for the help charmer~". Jack turned around again and winked at you. Making you wave your hands infront of your face while laughing. Hector made a chocking sound, "I just lost 10 years of my live seeing that", he turned around. And captain morgan just studied the map, before looking back up at you, "Thank you reader. We can work with this. Rest a bit and try to sort your thoughts mhh?", with that he left back to the helm.

Having some time to yourself you sat on the rails of the ship. Holding on to the ropes and looking at waves crashing and the stars above. It was night time already huh? Time moved so fast. It had been 3 days already since you had lost everything. 3 days since your live was turned upside down. 3 days since you saw your beloved ship burn down. It was a lot. You lost your home. Not because you had a roof over your head but in sense that you had a place to come back too. That was all gone now. You were alone. A compass lost at sea. With a course that wasn't her own. Tears in your eyes you locked at the stars above. You felt so lost. And in that moment-

"Ay love, are you counting the stars? Which one do you want I'll get it for you~", jacks voice cut through your thoughts. You looked up at him and giggeled, "Ay charmer, what nonsense are you spouting? How can you get a star for me?",  uncried tears running over your cheeks. Jack leanded over you, pressing his chest against your back and whispered in your ear, "Look down beautiful". So you did and you couldn't believe what you saw. The sea sparkled in a  bright blue light, making the ground beneath visible. It looked like many golden stars sparkling in the sea, rising towards the surfice and fainting.

"This is incredible jack!!", you smiled and your tears stopped. Jack smiled and sat down next to you. "Just like you love. Not everything is lost. Beyond the horizon waits a new location!", looking at the beautfiul sight before us, jack grinned at me. "Here love, to us and our first adventure together!", jack gave you a cup of rum, taking a sip of his own. You smiled at him. You werent lonely. Just lost. But jack was right. So you took your cup and also took a sip from it, "To our beloved horizon charmer", you smiled back at him.

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A lost compass? Does something like that really exist? Or is your home maybe right infront of you?~ Maybe Chapter 2 will give you the answer you seek?

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(Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed! Chapter 2 coming soon! 💜)

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The treasure is all mine

-chapter two-

(Prologe, chapter one, chapter three, chapter four)

Genshin Impact x Creator!reader

warnings: no y/n used, slight yandere behavior, possible spelling errors, rain lol

summary: after leaving the Aranara Village, you seek shelter in a cave nearby, being led by Tighnari from the pouring rain.

characters: you, Tighnari

word count: 1873

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With a final look at Mahavanaranapna, you whispered a quiet farewell and stepped into the unknown, ready to uncover the mysteries of Vana and the secrets of your own past.

As you walk through the forest, the sun begins to rise, casting a warm, golden glow over the landscape. The forest awakens with the first light of dawn, and you marvel at the beauty around you. The leaves shimmer with morning dew, and the air is filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers. Birds sing cheerful melodies, welcoming the new day.

The path winds through towering trees, their branches creating a natural canopy overhead. In the As you walk through the forest, the sun begins to rise, casting a warm, golden glow over the landscape. The forest awakens with the first light of dawn, and you marvel at the beauty around you. The leaves shimmer with morning dew, and the air is filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers. Birds sing cheerful melodies, welcoming the new day.

The path winds through towering trees, their branches creating a natural canopy overhead. The trunks are covered in lush moss, and vines adorned with vibrant flowers hang like nature's drapery. In the distance, you catch sight of a breathtaking city, its buildings structured upon one gigantic tree. The architecture is both majestic and otherworldly, with intricate designs woven into the very fabric of the enormous tree. The sight fills you with awe and a renewed sense of purpose.

However, as you continue your journey, dark clouds gather overhead, and it begins to rain. You quickly find a large leaf and hold it over your head, trying to shield yourself from the downpour. The leaf helps a bit, but the rain is relentless, soaking through your makeshift umbrella.

To your surprise, the forest itself seems to respond to your plight. Branches bend and leaves stretch out, forming a natural shelter above you, guiding you along the path and keeping you mostly dry. You are amazed by this living, breathing forest that seems to care for you.

Suddenly, you hear a voice in the distance, barely audible over the sound of the rain. "Quickly, this way! The rain is picking up, but I know a cave nearby to stay!"

A mix of curiosity and fear grips you. Who could this be? Why are they helping you? Despite your apprehension, you feel an inexplicable trust in the voice and decide to follow it. The figure ahead moves swiftly through the trees, and you hasten your pace to keep up.

The rain intensifies, but the forest continues to shield you as best it can. The figure leads you through a narrow path, past ancient trees and vibrant undergrowth, until you reach a hidden cave, its entrance partially obscured by hanging vines and moss. The interior is lit by a faint, otherworldly glow from luminescent fungi on the walls, casting a soft light that reveals the cave's surprisingly spacious interior.

"Here," the voice says, now closer and more distinct. "We can stay here until the rain passes."

You step inside the cave, feeling a mix of relief and caution. The figure who guided you here turns to face you, and you see a striking figure with dark green hair, fox-like ears, and a bushy tail. His warm eyes meet yours, and you sense both wisdom and kindness in his gaze.

"Thank you," you say, still trying to make out the details of your rescuer in the dim light.

"You're welcome," he replies with a gentle smile. "My name is Tighnari. I'm a Forest Watcher. What brings you so deep into the forest?"

You hesitate for a moment, still wary but also curious. "I'm searching for answers about who I am and where I come from. The village I stayed in couldn't provide them, so I decided to explore the forest."

Tighnari's expression becomes more focused, his curiosity piqued. "You don't remember anything? Not even your own name? That's quite unusual. Have you experienced any head trauma or other injuries recently?"

You shake your head. "No, nothing like that. It's as if I just woke up one day with no memories."

Tighnari nods thoughtfully. "Memory loss can occur for various reasons, not just physical trauma. Stress, magical interference, or even certain rare plants and fungi can have such effects. Have you noticed any other symptoms? Dizziness, headaches, anything out of the ordinary?"

"Nothing like that," you reply. "I just feel…lost. And a bit frustrated."

Tighnari's eyes soften with understanding. "The forest holds many secrets, some of which might help you on your journey. For now, rest here and regain your strength. Once the rain stops, I can guide you further and perhaps offer some remedies to help clear your mind."

As you sit down on one of the rocks, you notice Tighnari's bow and quiver. He seems well-equipped to protect and navigate this wild landscape. His presence is reassuring, and his calm demeanor puts you at ease. The cave, the rain, and the mysterious Tighnari all seem to be part of the forest's grand design. You realize that this encounter might be a key to unraveling the mysteries that brought you here.

With the rain pouring outside, you settle into the cave, ready to learn whatever Tighnari might reveal and eager to continue your journey toward the magnificent city you glimpsed in the distance.

As you settled into the cave, Tighnari began to share his knowledge with you, a wealth of information that you eagerly absorbed. "This world," he began, "is called Teyvat. It's a place of great diversity, with seven distinct nations, each governed by a different god and embodying a different element and philosophy."

You listen intently as he continues, "We are in Sumeru, the nation of wisdom. It's renowned for its scholars and the pursuit of knowledge. The majestic building you saw earlier is the Akademiya, a grand institution where scholars from all over Teyvat gather to study and share their knowledge. I’ve spent some time there myself, recently they have been trying to get me to work there aswell."

The mention of the Akademiya piques your interest. "You’ve been there? What was it like?"

Tighnari's eyes light up with a mix of fondness and nostalgia. "It's a place of immense learning and discovery. The libraries are filled with ancient texts, and the gardens are a paradise for anyone with a love for nature. But it's also a place where wisdom is sought above all else, sometimes at the expense of other values."

His words paint a vivid picture in your mind, and despite the cold, you feel a warmth of curiosity and excitement. "It sounds incredible. And the other nations? What are they like?"

Tighnari smiles, pleased by your curiosity. "Each nation is unique. Mondstadt is the city of freedom, worshipping the Anemo Archon. Liyue, the nation of contracts, used to be ruled by the Geo Archon. Inazuma, under the Electro Archon, values eternity. Fontaine is the nation of justice, Natlan the nation of war, and Snezhnaya the nation of ice and power. Each has its own culture, traditions, and challenges."

As he speaks, you can't help but shiver, the cold becoming more pronounced. Tighnari notices and nods into your direction. The firelight flickers in his eyes as he adds, "But there is still much for you to learn and discover. For now, focus on getting warm."

You sit, curled up in the blanket you brought, in the small cave Tighnari led you to. The fire he started a while ago crackles softly, casting flickering shadows on the cave walls, but you still shiver. Despite the forest's best efforts to keep you dry, your clothes remain soaked, the cold seeping into your bones. Wrapping your arms around your legs, you try to conserve warmth, but the chill seems relentless. You close your eyes, wishing the cold away.

Suddenly, you feel an unexpected warmth. Opening your eyes, you see Tighnari kneeling in front of you, draping a much thicker and softer blanket over your shoulders. It blocks the biting wind and begins to chase away the chill that had settled deep within you.

"Thank you," you whisper, your voice barely audible.

Tighnari's eyes meet yours with a tenderness that soothes your unease. His voice is soft, almost a whisper itself, as he says, "Do not worry, about nothing at all. I can't put my finger on it, but there is something different about you. You feel different… What are you?"

His question hangs in the air, filled with genuine curiosity and concern. The cave is a sanctuary from the storm outside, its dim light and the warmth of the fire creating a cocoon of safety around you. The steady rhythm of raindrops against the cave's entrance is a soothing backdrop, almost like nature's lullaby.

You take a deep breath, feeling the warmth of the new blanket seeping into your skin. "I wish I knew. I woke up in this forest with no memories, not even my name. The Aranara were kind to me, but I couldn't find any answers there."

Tighnari's eyes widen in surprise. "Aranara? You’ve seen them? They're creatures that most people believe are mere myths. Only those who can dream, like children, are said to see them."

You nod. "Yes, they were real. They took me in, cared for me, but I couldn't remember anything about my past. They said the forest could be dangerous, but I felt like I needed to see more, to understand why I was here."

Tighnari nods slowly, his eyes reflecting the firelight. "Memory loss can be caused by many things, not just physical trauma. It could be stress, magic, or even something in the forest. I will help you as much as I can. The forest has many secrets, and perhaps one of them holds the key to your past."

His words are reassuring, and you feel a glimmer of hope. The cave, despite its simplicity, feels like a haven. The walls are adorned with glowing fungi, casting a gentle light that contrasts with the storm raging outside. The air is filled with the earthy scent of damp moss and wood, mingling with the subtle fragrance of wildflowers that managed to thrive even in the darkest corners.

You glance at Tighnari's bow and quiver, leaning against the cave wall, a testament to his role as a protector and guide in this vast, untamed world. His presence is both calming and inspiring, filling you with a sense of safety and purpose.

"Rest now," Tighnari says softly. "The rain will pass, and when it does, we will continue our journey. There's a village nearby, and perhaps there we will find some answers."

You nod, grateful for his kindness and support. As you settle deeper into the warmth of the blanket, you feel a sense of peace wash over you. Despite the uncertainties and the mysteries surrounding your past, you know you are not alone. With Tighnari's help and the forest's gentle embrace, you feel ready to face whatever lies ahead.

As the fire crackles and the rain continues to fall outside, you close your eyes, allowing yourself to drift into a restful sleep, your heart filled with hope and determination. The journey to uncover your past and discover your true identity has only just begun, and you are ready to embrace it, one step at a time.

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Fuck, he has a beard

Billy Butcher x reader

In this story, I made Becca Butcher's sister just because I can but also I think it would be interesting to see how he would be especially with a reader who acts like a big sister to Hughie.

Summary: Hughie is on a revenge path and Butcher is more than happy to help. He lost someone to the Supes too. His sister Becca. They came from an abusive household and after Lenny's death, Butcher gets his sister out of there too. The two moved to New York where Becca gets a job at Vought and soon after goes missing. Y/N older cousin of Hughie, wants to cheer him up with some takeout. She wants to have some dinner in the store after closing when some invisible shit decides otherwise. Entrance of some devilish handsome man named Butcher.

Y/N: She/her

Without describing the reader, I use neutral language as possible. However, some character traits:

The reader is older than Hughie

the cousin of Hughie

Due to some struggles early on in life she had a late start to Uni

She is over the normal college age but still doing her Master's

Disability struggles mentioned such as anxiety and later on going deeper into this issue and where her anxiety comes from

Slowburn and I mean SLOW.

Warnings Overall for the story: nudity, violence, sexual content, blood, gore, all the boys warnings basically. Smut in later chapters.

Non-native English speaker, and dyslexic

Prolog 

You were walking to your next class when you got the call. “Something happened to Robin.” You immediately felt your heart drop. The voice on the other side was shaky. Breathing in deeply you moved out of the mass of students trying to get to their next class. “Is - is she okay?” You watched the other students walk past you with smiles on their faces, chatting excitedly or sipping on their Chai Latte. All the while, you tried to hold it together, forcing a smile on your face even though your heart was pounding so hard you swore it would jump out of your chest any minute. “Y/N, she is dead.” Just like that, your younger cousin's girlfriend was gone. 

Today was Robin's funeral. God you hated funerals they made you so uncomfortable. Everyone was solemn and sad. But mostly, you hated to show your own feelings but whenever someone was crying you could not help but get choked up yourself. For the most part you had your hands interlocked pressed together to give you something else to focus on. Trying to breathe in slowly, easy, and steady. 

“Do you want me to come back with you, Hughie?” He just shook his head, his eyes red rimmed. He hadn’t spoken much since Robin’s death. Sometimes you wondered if he was still in shock. “I can stay with you for a couple of days,” you stepped closer, grabbing his hand. Desperately trying to make eye contact hoping to see anything but that shell shock look in them. “No, no, no, it’s fine,” he squeezed your hands before letting go and taking a step back, “I am fine.” He forced a smile and turned towards his dad who was waiting by the car. 

Chapter 1 

It had been a couple of days since you saw Hughie. You had called once but his dad picked up and told you about the settlement and how Hughie wanted to fight it. You could tell that Hughie Sr. was not happy about that and the resulting fight. Now, you were even more worried. Breathing in deeply you took your laptop and some snacks and made your way to the library. If Hughie wanted to file a wrongful death he needed all the help he could get. So for the next couple of hours you searched the internet for any kind of dirt you could find on the supes and some legal cases where family members actually filed for a wrongful death lawsuit. There weren’t many, at least in New York, where you focused on for now. From what you could tell several were dropped by the family, some dismissed by the judge and generally Vought won. In the small incidents the family did win, it was against some D-Lister Supe who did not receive support from Vought and was basically thrown to the sharks. How had you never noticed just how convoluted all this Supe stuff was? You had no idea how much help you would be for Hughie but all you could do was be there and support him. And maybe fight someone if he needed to. 

After you had researched, what felt like an eternity, yet in reality had only been two days, and compiled some stuff that made you feel like you could actually support your sweet, mild tempered cousin you packed up. It was time to see Hughie, even if he had ghosted you for the last couple of days. 

You walked downtown towards your guy's favorite Chinese Take-out place. You had picked up two portions of sweet and sour chicken, a white claw for him and some aloe vera drink for you. Hughie should get off work in the next 10 minutes. So you thought you could eat a late backroom dinner like you had done many times before. Usually you would get some food and once he closed up the shop you would eat and talk for a while in the backroom. Some days it was the best part of your day just goofing around with the lanky twink you call your cousin. 

Hughie didn’t even look up when you walked in. “We are closing soon, what can I help you with?” His tone was void of his normal happy customer voice. “I really need some forks,” for a second he looked confused. You held up the bags smiling at him. “Did someone order a backroom dinner?” He got up from his slouched position walking towards you with a smile, hugging you close to him. “God sometimes I forget how tall you are,” you reached up and tousled his hair. “Y/N what are you doing here?” “Well,” you lifted up the bags to say duh. 

“Close up for me, will ya?” Gary walked past you too. Immediately you crooked your head to the side and gave him a sweet smile. “Hi Gary.” He just grunted and walked out of the shop. “Damn one day I will make him my husband.” You joked. Hughie gave you a small chuckle for your antics, making you smile even more in return. “I’ll get the plates set up. You do whatever you do out here.” You waved him away as you made your way to the backroom. 

It had been five minutes when you heard Hughie exclaim: “What the fuck!” and a loud bang. You dropped whatever you had in your hands and ran towards the exit. Shit, shit, shit. You thought. Hughie better be giving whoever was jacking him up right now whatever they wanted. I mean it is New York, wasn’t the first time you had witnessed a mugging. But you were not prepared for what you saw when you spied through the backdoor into the shop. Hughie was lifted from the ground seemingly by nothing and flung across the room. What the fuck indeed. You pulled out your phone, only to realize that it had died. “Shit!” But in reality what would you do? Call the police? Yeah hey, so my cousin is getting attacked by air, yeah doubt that would fly. They’d just think you're some crackhead. 

You saw the TV being ripped from the wall and about to be brought down onto Hughie when somewhere in your shock you managed to grab the broom from the entrance. You ran out towards the floating TV, raising your broom, you screamed and swung. So not air, there was definitely something there. The broom shattered completely. You were just left with some splintered piece of wood in your hand. You let out a small nervous “ha” laugh, shrugging your shoulders as if to say my bad. 

“Who the fuck are you?” the invisible man replied. You took some steps back toward the back room again. What the hell are you gonna do now? “Y/N, run!” Hughie was still trying to catch his breath on the ground, struggling to get up. You were more than tempted to run but could you really leave Hughie here? Translucent lifted the TV again, and without thinking you stepped towards Hughie when suddenly a loud crash rang through the store. Jumping backwards you crouched down next to Hughie covering your head. 

A car? A fucking car just drove through the front. Jesus Christ what the hell was going on? You thought to yourself. Suddenly a tall man, with a dark beard and a large coat stepped out of the car. “Sorry about the mess.” The accent threw you off for a second but hey this is New York. Hughie and you stared in complete shock at him but he spared you guys no second glance. “You should fuck off, Hughie.” With that he stepped up to Translucent with a crowbar in hand. You just stared at him for a second before the stranger screamed. “Hughie, run!” 

Your senses kicked in again and you quickly helped your cousin up. Meanwhile in the background you could hear the Brit go. “Well, well, well, if it ain’t the invisible cunt,” before engaging in a fight with him. You put Hughies arm across your shoulder supporting him as you two made your way slowly to the back exit. But before you could leave, Hughie stopped you. The Brit was on the ground, bloody and about to be beaten with a crowbar. Before you could stop Hughie he crawled on the floor towards a cable that stuck out of the wall. “Hughie,” you hissed, “come back here.” Fuck! What an idiot. You were about to drag your cousin back by the ankles when the Brit kicked Translucent and everything went bright. You could hear the sizzling of the skin and his screams before everything went quiet with a thump. 

It took you a second to orient yourself and blink the bright spots from your vision but then you were just relieved to see Hughie standing there and the invisible shit on the ground. The Brit was already on his feet too, kicking Translucent for good measure. 

“What the hell is going on?,” you stepped up to Hughie hissing quietly to him while eyeing the Brit. Hughie couldn’t answer as the Brit spoke up. “Let’s get him in the boot.” Both you and Hughie looked at him in bewilderment. “What?” you said in unison. “Wait, wait what? Wait, what, what?” you cousin so eloquently elaborated on your what. 

The Brit, covered in blood, bent down and picked up Translucens legs, grunting as he nodded towards the car. “The trunk.” You had to give it to the stranger. He could definitely take a beating. The blood made his beard look even darker. And if it were any other circumstances you would have thought him handsome but right now was not the time to eyefuck a handsome, older stranger. 

“No,no, I mean, what are we-- , what are we - - what are we doing with him?” You had watched the exchange silently still reeling from the last 5 minutes. But it seemed like the two knew each other which was news to you. You had met all of Hughies friends, since you were older than him and since his mom left you always made sure to check in on him, protect him. Your friends used to joke that you had a grandma instinct, always pampering the younger ones. Taking Hughie and his friends out for ice cream and making Hughie hot chocolate when he had a nightmare. For a while you had lived in the Campbell household and once you had your own place you made sure to always make time for Hughie. 

Shaking your head, you took a deep breath. Get yourself together this is not a time to panic. Hughie needs you. You looked at him and all your grandmother's instinct kicked into high gear at the side of Hughies face covered in blood. Paying hardly any attention to the conversation going on around you. “Well, Hughie, you just off’d one of The Seven, mate.” “Me? I -- You-you hit him with a fucking car!” “Look, potato, fucking po-tah-to. We’re both in a shitload of trouble.” “Make that three,” you interjected. But neither of them paid you any mind you might as well have been invisible like that shit on the floor. You tried to keep up with their conversation but you felt like you had skipped the beginning of a book and were now in the middle of it with no idea what was going on. 

Wait, did he just say federal officer, FBI? What the hell was going on. You already knew once this shitty situation was over you would wring out even the smallest of detail about what the heck was going on out of Hughie. 

“Do you hear that? That’s the old bill,” you could hear the sirens clear as day and only getting louder. Shit you were so goddamn fucked. Before the Brit finished you were already moving, grabbing one of the arms of Translucent. What was the point in arguing? All the reports you had read the past few days flashed into your head. There was no winning here; you had to get rid of the body. No way in hell were you going to let whatever the fuck happened here ruin Hughies or your life. “So unless you want to explain why you’ve got America’s favorite invisible wanker dead on the floor, give us a fucking hand, will ya?” The guy crouched down again. It was the first time he had spared you a glance. It was quick, but you could feel the intensity behind it, the scan up and down your body before returning to the issue. You had met his slightly crazed stare head-on, not one to back down even if you wanted to. And by God did you want to, you wanted to grab Hughie and run but in no way was that going to happen. You could see Hughie panicking, his breath coming out in short puffs, his eyes wide. You wanted to do nothing more than help him calm down but this was taking too much time. You looked at him, willing him to look you in the eyes to convey just how urgent this was but before he met your eyes he snapped out of it. “Aw, shit!” Hugh grabbed the other arm and all of us started dragging the guy towards the car.

The Brit was not just tall, you noted but also fucking strong, while he was lifting the guy off the ground Hughie and you were barely strong enough to hold him up for a few seconds before he was dragging on the floor again. 

Once we got to the car, the Brit apparently had enough, and realized this was taking too long. He pushed you and Hughie off to the side. “Get the legs, would ya lad?” With one strong lift he had Translucent under the arms and up near the trunk. Quickly you and Hughie scrambled to get his legs up. “I need to do more cardio,” you whispered out of breath. The Brit shot you a lopsided smirk before smashing the trunk close. “Ain’t that a shame, but I can lend a hand if ya need it,” he said with a crooked smirk and a shake of his head. You just raised one of your eyebrows to say you think that line works? 

He walked past you, no scratch that, he sauntered passed you towards the driver side of the car. The sirens of the police now impossibly close. Hugh quickly got into the passenger seat while you scrambled into the back middle seat. For now you just let Hughie take the reins on the conversation. You just listened and observed to figure out exactly what was going on and how you could get your cousin and yourself out of it. You kept glancing at the Brit in the driverseat. Watching his jaw muscles flex under his rather nice looking beard. You had to admit you had a thing for men with beards, and you really wanted to reach out and feel it between your fingers. Once in a while he looked in the rearview mirror to check if the cops were following or to glance at you. Everytime you met his gaze head on. You knew the type. The type like him who dominated every room he walked into. The smirk, the sauntering cocky attitude. If you had learned anything about men like that you had to establish dominance from the get go. Show him that you were not some pushover, even if you felt like one on the inside. And truth be told you were freaking out, but putting on a smile when you did not want was one of your strengths. 

You looked from the blood on the side to his face, down towards the barely visible jawline underneath his beard, down to his coat, and up his arms. Your eyes landed on his hands, already forming bruises and covered in blood, holding onto the steering wheel. You expected to see his knuckles white from the strong grip he had but no, it almost felt like he was taking a joy ride. What kind of man was lazily holding the steering wheel after offing a man. 

Oh my god, you just off’d a man. Fuck, it hit you like a ton of bricks. You were in a car with a stranger and your sweetheart cousin. A body in the trunk and driving god knows where. Fuck how many times did you tell Hughie not to go to a second location with someone you don’t know. Yet, here you were doing exactly that. 

Thumb, Thumb. “Oh, thank fuck, he's alive.” Hughie exclaimed, while you froze in shock, still turned toward the trunk. “Yes, yes, he’s alive!. Okay, pull over.” A part of you was relieved the asshole was not dead. At least you did not have to add accessory to murder to your CV but another part of you, a bigger part, realized now that the guy was alive this shit was not over. Before you could voice your concern the Brit interjected. “No, no, no, Hughie, you don’t fucking get it.” But Hughie was having none of it. “Pull the car over.” “This is a fucksight worse. He’s seen our faces.” Hughie just stared at the guy confused and panic once again settling in. “Hughie,” you softly said, while leaning forward. “He is right.” You weren’t really sure what you just agreed to, or how bad it would get but for now the one thing you could do was calm Hughie down. “Oh, my God. No, no, no, no. I can’t do this.” You leaned even further forward in your seat “Hughie.” You tried to grab his arm but he shook you off. “I can’t do this. Let me out.” You tried again “Hughie, you gotta breathe for me okay. Just take a breath.” But to no avail “Let me out. Pull over!” He yelled, or what counted as yelling in Hughies book. You had to admit you agreed, you wished you could just get out of the car and just go. “Hughie,” the Brit strictly said, drawing your attention. You gave him another once over. The Brit was still steadfast, almost calming to look at. His tone made you immediately want to fall in line and go along with whatever he had planned. “You walk away now, and you will never get payback for Robin.” This? This is what this was about? Jesus Fuck! Your first instinct was to throttle Hughie for getting involved with this shit. But on the other hand, you got it. If you had someone you loved taken from you like that. God only knows what you would do probably burn the world down. It seemed like he had finally gotten through Hughie who just sat back and accepted his fate. 

The bearded man's confidence did not waver. “I know a bloke. Top man. He’ll know what to do.” Oh, no. A secondary location and some ‘top bloke’ recommended by some stranger, whose car you were in right now. Yeah, that did not sound sketchy at all… Should have stayed in bed today. 

You had been quite in the back of the car. Only the thumping and cursing from your invisible friend was audible to you. You were driving deeper into a sketchy neighborhood of abandoned and run-down buildings. The longer you drove the more you got nervous. You still had no idea who the guy was. Well besides knowing that he impersonated a fed to get your cousin to do so. You were ready to strangle the guy for getting Hughie involved with this. I mean common, look at him, he was tall and lanky and awkward. Did he look like the criminal type? Definitely not. You should have insisted on moving back into the Campbell house, at least for a while. If you had been here for him then maybe you would not drive to a second location right now. But at least you were here now and if need be, the Brit was the next body in the trunk. You held onto the anger that you felt. Anger was better than the panic. 

Sighing you leaned back into the backseat, your jaw already hurting from the times you had clenched it throughout the evening. The Brit shot you a look through the rearview mirror. Smirking, he adjusted his position to sit up a bit more straight. “Sorry, luv, guess I ain’t got my manners tonight. Being a right down cunt not introducing myself” You raised an eyebrow at him. Unimpressed with whatever this “flirting” he was doing. There was no way you would let a pretty face get in the way of your anger. “The name is Billy, Billy Butcher,” he turned to you for a few seconds. “Billy, really? I think cunt sounds about right.” You retorted in a rather monotone voice. Or the asshole who got my sweet cousin into some murder shit, you thought. You could practically feel his smirk. Hughie had turned to you looking rather guilty. Yeah, you better be, you thought. You shot Hughie a look he knew all too well, and he knew he was going to have a lot of explaining to do. “Ain’t that just a pity, Billy sounds good coming from your mouth.” Rolling your eyes you leaned back into the seat, crossing your legs, trying to make yourself look more like a bitch. “Loads of things sound good coming from my mouth. Like what the fuck is going on!” “Y/N,” Hughie interjected. Your eyes darted to him for a minute, your staple ‘don’t fuck with me right now’ look in your eyes. “Aye, we got ourselves in a bit of trouble, didn’t we, darling?” He was more than amused by you, and it made your hands itch to reach out and smack him. “From where I am sitting I can only see one troublemaker.” “Well, well, well, sweetheart you’re about to meet one more.” Billy had stopped outside some rundown building that looked even more sketchy than the Brit. Oh, we are so fucked, you thought. 

He stepped out of the car, waiting for you and Hughie to get out. You looked at him for a second trying to convey just how pissed and ready to fight you were. Slowly you stepped out of the car, never looking away from him. His smirk intensified, and that small wiggle of his head that he seemed to do was present. You would have thought it endearing if you were not so angry. Not even his broad and tall statue could disway you. You stepped up to him, doing your signature eyebrow raise. You had no intention of backing down first. Hughie just awkwardly stood to the side, watching your staring contest with wide eyes. 

Billy realized you had no intention of backing down and he sure as shit had no time for this. He took a step back and rolled his eyes as he walked towards the building. “Get a shift on. We got shit to do.” With that he disappeared between the heavy steel doors. 

You shot Hughie a look, “We’re gonna have a talk later.” It was not a question, it was a command. 

You followed Billy through the door and already you had a pit in your stomach wondering how much further you would follow Billy. Yet you knew, you’d follow that dark mysterious, and devilishly handsome man through hell and back. 

French rap music sounded throughout the warehouse. You were greeted by a dark-haired woman with the most intense blue eyes you had ever seen. She took a particular interest in Hughie, touching his face. All you could do was watch in bewilderment and wonder if whatever she had she would be willing to share. You vaguely heard Billy call her Cherié and ask for a ‘Frenchie’. 

You were not prepared for what was in front of you. Weapons upon weapons. You subconsciously took a step closer to Hughie. If there was something that scared you it was guns. You hated how easy they were used by people and the loud bang always made you jump. Your roommate and you had made a game out of fireworks or gunshots? Admittedly you had lived in a rough neighborhood but you were only a student. What else was there to afford? 

“Monsieur Charcuter.” So this was Frenchie. If it were not for all the weapons and what not you would think him cute. So this was the top bloke Butcher was talking about. Seems like Frenchie did not think of Butcher as a top bloke. You moved closer to Hughie. “Hughie, I think we should book it,” you whispered to him. He turned to you in shock as if you had slapped him. “What, Hughie? It is not like he could go to the police and say ‘hey some people bailed on us while getting rid of a body.’ Common, what can they do?” You were eyeing the door ready to take off. “No, no, this isn’t -- We can’t do this, Y/N.” You slowly grabbed Hughies arm ready to pull him along with you. “I’ll make an excuse for us to go outside and once we are we run,” you hissed. Pulling out a pack of cigarettes you were ready to step forward and tell them you had to smoke one and talk to your cousin for a second in private. 

“Who is this guy?” Frenchie asked. Great now that their attention shifted to you too, there was no getting away. “Oh, this here is Hughie Campbell. And--,” Butcher waved at you. “A friend.” Yeah, a friend. Jeez the guy did not even care to learn your name. On the upside they had no idea who you were and honestly you preferred it that way. “We’re, uh, working a little job together.” Sure if this is what you want to call it.  Hughie looked as uncomfortable as you felt, but hell would freeze over before you showed any sort of discomfort. You stood, with a straight face, that many of your friends had called a resting bitch face, shoulders back and attention fully on the guys before you. Watching them like a hawk, only glancing at the woman who was clearly on something or just plain crazy. 

“And he’s still alive?” You felt bile rise up in your throat. What was that supposed to mean? Suddenly, flashes of Hughie being tossed around bloody and groaning in pain came to mind. And then silence, him dead on the floor and there was nothing you could do. 

“You and I worked together, and you’re still in one piece,” Butcher retorted. It should have been reassuring but it definitely wasn’t. From what you could tell the french guy was in the business of whatever the hell you and Hughie gotten involved in. Judging by the scars all over Frenchies body a stark contrast to the baby smooth skin Hughie had. Yeah, great, you both will be dead by sundown, you thought. Now you need a cigarette for real. 

The French guy gave in and all of you made your way outside to the car. The fresh air felt good and made you feel more relaxed. You fished a pack of cigarettes out of your coat pocket. Quickly lighting it between your cherry red fingernails, with your pink Hello Kitty lighter. Taking a long drag you felt relief flooded your senses. God this was a disgusting habit but better than reaching for a bottle and getting shitfaced drunk. With your luck, you would end up at the police station telling them everything that happened last night. No alcohol was not an option you had to be in control.

You stood a couple paces away, when Butcher opened the trunk and electrocuted Translucent. This is when Frenchie freaked out. You nodded for Hughie to come to you, if this was going south you wanted him out of the line of fire. Luckily, Butcher is an asshole and managed to get Frenchie into this shit too. 

Frenchie and Butcher walked back inside. “Hughie and Iwill keep an eye on the invisible asshole.” You commented offhandedly, your gaze fixed on no one in particular. You took a drag of your cigarette, releasing the smoke and shooting a glance at an unmoved Butcher. “Well, luv, I don’t think this is a good idea,” You knew he was worried you would let the guy go and take off but you didn’t care for that right now. You needed to talk to Hughie. “Like you said, he’s seen our face.” You threw his own words back into his face. “I think we should--,” You shot Hughie a look to shut him up. It worked, as you knew it would. It was the same look you gave him when he was a child and in trouble. Taking one last drag from your cigarette you stomped it out underneath your boots before stepping up to Butcher. My God, how tall was this guy? You smelled a whiff of engine oil, sweat, and leather. Not a combination you thought would be so pleasant. “Imma, talk to my cousin. But don’t worry luv we will be right in.” Butcher gave you a once over, leaning into you with that signature smirk. “No, need to get your knickers in a twist, aye now, shirty.” Oh, you could see it already you would end up smacking this cocky son of a bitch. But for now, you wouldn't give him the satisfaction of getting a rise out of you. You continued to stare at him, not wavering at his gaze. However, you could not help but clench your jaw, your muscles slowly tensing up underneath your skin. Of course, the asshole saw this and smirked even more giving you his signature head wiggle. But you were not backing down. Finally, he rolled his eyes, turning around. “If you are not back in five I’ll come get ya myself.” 

Hughie had watched the exchange in awkward silence. He knew you were not going to back down and felt relief when Butcher finally walked back inside with Frenchie. “Okay, look--,” Hughie started. “No,” you simply said. Already you were itching for another cigarette. “I don’t want excuses or some washy explanation. You will tell me everything that happened that let us to a run down warehouse with some fucking gun runner and some british asshole.” Hughie took a deep breath, ruffling his hair before telling you everything. From Voughts offer of 45k to meeting Butcher and planting a bug. You listened closely, growing more and more frustrated and angry at the same time. “Jesus Christ, Hughie a bug? What were you thinking? Why did you not come to me with this?” “What, so you could tell me I can’t do it?” Hughie yelled. “Because I am a loser who can’t even ask his boss for a fucking raise?” You were shocked at his outburst, stepping closer you wanted to sooth the boy in front of you. In some way he was right you did not see him as a man, for you he was the sweet boy who wanted to play superhero with you and cuddled up to you when a scary scene was on screen. “No, Hughie that is not-” But he would not hear any of it. “Because I don’t have the fight. All I am good for is selling some electronics, coming home, sittin on the couch, watching TV, and eating Pizza rolls?” You let him rant on for a while longer, never seeing Hughie like this before. By the end he was out of breath, his chest heaving. You leaned against the wall of the warehouse, racking your brain about something you could say to make things better for him.

“You know what I’ve been doing the past few days?” You asked Hughie, confusion on his face. “I’ve been researching cases of wrongful death lawsuits against Supes.” You pushed yourself off the wall. “Because I was ready to stand with you, not in front of you, but side by side ready to fight for justice for Robin with you.” You stepped up to Hughie. “Because I don’t think you are some loser who can’t do anything. But because I think you are a good man who wants to do the right thing.” You shook your head in disbelief about all the shit he just told you. “But this. This is a fucking mess.” Hughie sighs deeply, “I know, I know, okay? I didn’t know what else to do” You did what you wanted to do since the store, you hugged Hughie. He clung to you. “We are in this now, you realize that, right?” You pulled back, taking Hughies face into your hands. “But we are going to get through this okay? ‘cause we are not fucking losers.” You grabbed Hughies hand, “common we have a shithead to take care of.” With that, you both walked into the building again. 

Once you arrived at the new place you would keep Translucent the boys and you got to work. Carrying box after box with God knows what. But for now you were not going to ask questions and just do as you were told. Once everything was settled in you brought in your captive. Translucent was put into an electrified cage. To say he was unhappy when he woke up was an understatement. He was cussing you out something fierce 

Hughie was leaning on the wall next to the door that led to your captive, while Butcher and Frenchie leaned opposite each other on the table. You had planted yourself up on the counter. Your question of what now had been ignored and the two men were arguing back and forth when Hughie spoke up. “Wait, you're going to kill him?” “Well, we didn’t bring him here for a fucking Happy Meal.” You almost let out a snort at Butcher's sassy remark if the situation was not such a mess. Before the argument could go further you interjected. “What about a diamond drill?” This got the attention of all three men. “What?,” Hughie said. “You said that his skin was tough as diamonds,” you talked directly to Frenchie. “Or more, who really knows,” you added.” You pushed yourself off the countertop and walked to the table where Frenchie and Butcher were located. “If it is as tough as diamonds a diamond drill should do the job.” You could not believe the words that came out of your mouth. I mean you were talking about murdering a man. Frenchie looked at Butcher whose gaze was still on you. Shrugging his shoulder he nodded. “Worth a try, no? But maybe a less medieval weapon would suffice.” With this Frenchie got to work, mixing stuff and overall did things you had no idea about. Instead of probing him more with what he meant you just stepped back jumping onto the counter once more. “I’m gonna see about an old friend,” Butcher said, leaving you and Hughie alone with the French man. You watched Frenchie work in silence. You were glad that Hughie did not try to talk to you, you were absolutely drained. The rollercoaster of emotion catching up with you. You could feel how things started to overwhelm you, your head pounding and the noise grating your nerves. You abruptly left the basement making your way upstairs. You walked through the rows of tables and seats, past the boxes of guns and other supplies before settling down on a bench near the door. You took off your jacket, balling it up and using it as a pillow. You were lying on the bench staring up at the cracked ceiling, your brain completely numb. You finished out your phone before realizing it had died the day before. Looking towards your left you saw an outlet, but you were far too tired to move an inch. You let your arm fall to your side again, ignoring your phone problem. 

Hughie watched you leave the room, his constant frown still on his face. He knew he had fucked up and even more so by dragging you into this mess, even if it was unintentional. Hell, he didn’t even want to be here. He wanted to go after you, to apologize over and over but he knew you needed your alone time. 

You were absolutely drained, closing your eyes trying to breathe evenly. Yet, the unfamiliar space made you tense, you only allowed yourself to close your eyes for a few seconds before the panic of not knowing what was around you kicked in again. God, you thought you were over your hypervigilance, constantly thinking something bad was around the corner. You even managed to sleep with your bedroom door unlocked now. It took years for you to feel safe in your own skin again and now in one night it was all destroyed. You felt like you were right back where you started five years ago. 

Sighing you sat up, your elbows on your knees and your head in your hands. It is true what people say, trauma stays in your body. You sat up straight, taking a deep breath in, holding it for a few seconds, then breathing out. Breathe and repeat. Your hands were sweaty and your limbs felt hollow. It felt like you were twenty again trying to paint on a smile even though all you wanted to do was scream and rage and cry. But that was not acceptable, not according to the way you were raised. All throughout your life you have been taught to smile and behave. As long as you could function you were okay and there was no need to be “a drama queen” as it was so often put whenever you tried to express your feelings.

Getting up you looked over the boxes the boys had brought in, all the different weapons and tools. You reached out, wiping a stain off a drill. Watching as the smudge slowly disappeared. It felt good, getting rid of an imperfection of something that should not be there. Cleaning has become your comfort whenever you feel like your feelings would overwhelm you. And once it was all clean you had your feelings in check and could put on a smile. Playing whatever role people expected of you, the good daughter, the loyal friend, the dutiful student. What role would you have to play now? You wondered. It had taken you years to break out of the need to mask and hide and now you wondered if playing a role was the only thing that would keep you and your cousin alive. Your head was spinning, so you turned searching for your bag, before realizing it was on the ground at Gary’s destroyed shop. Great not you had to somehow find the money to get a new laptop. But mostly you wanted your anti-anxiety pills.

Your head was spinning out of control when the door suddenly opened. Butcher came strutting in, an annoyed look at his face. Quickly you smoothed your expression, trying to appear casual. “I’m guessing whatever you did, didn’t pan out.” You leaned back on a desk behind you, crossing your arms over your chest. “Not to worry, luv.” He squared up in front of you, his broad chest looking even broader when he crossed his own arms in front of it. Daylight was streaming through the hole of the torn paper that covered the windows. The dust became more prominent, and Butcher seemed even bigger with the light illuminating him from the back. “Really? Because from where I am standing worrying is the only thing that I can actually do.” Butcher let out something between a snort and a laugh. He took a step closer to you, almost looming above you. “You know we have not been properly introduced. You know my name is Billy, Billy Butcher and what would yours be, sweetheart.” You clenched your jaw at the nickname. “I don’t know, Billy, sweetheart sounds pretty good to me.” You replied sarcastically. Butcher was clearly amused by you, and as much as you hated it, his cocky ‘everything is funny’ attitude got to you. You did not want him to see that his attitude got on your nerves so you pushed yourself off the desk and walked past him to the stairs leading to Frenchie and Hughie. “But once you get tired of the condescending nicknames, call me Y/N,” you threw him a glance over your shoulder before disappearing down the stairs. Butcher watched you go with a smirk on his face and an appreciative glance down your body. He did not know how to feel about you yet, but at least you were sassy and easy on the eyes. That was always fun.

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Gossip and Glances

Request: Oh wait ! 

How about a little sequel to the previous Antonio imagine where they arrive together in the office and also during the day everyone makes conclusions about the marks on your neck or how Tonio hisses when he leans back on his chair due to the scratches? 🤭🤭 you also don't need to do this, it was just a little funny thinking in my head 😊

Pairings: Antonio Dawson x Reader

Warnings: mentioned smut, fluff

Masterlist

Prolog: From Colleagues to Lovers

Sequel: Gossip and Glances

Third Installment: Flirting with Risk

The next morning you both woke up together and when you two looked at each other both of you couldn’t help but smile. You both had sweet passionate sex and finally confessed your feelings for one another and you couldn’t be happier. Now that you all had officially confessed and officially became a couple. As you were laying there looking at each other and enjoying the moment the sudden realization of having to go to work you both were like a freight train. You sighed and he looked at you. “Is there something wrong?” He asked as he put a piece of untamed hair behind your ear.

“We have to start getting ready for work.” You said and he nodded but then you remembered that you didn’t have any of your clothing here and that made your face fall, Antonio noticed this.

“What’s up with the frown?” He asked

“I don’t have any of my clothing here or necessities here.” You said and he chuckled.

“I’m sure we can make something work. I also have an extra toothbrush.” He said and then as much as you didn’t want to you both rolled out of bed. It was a good thing you didn’t wear any makeup. As Antonio stood up you looked at his back and giggled and that made him turn around with a raised eyebrow. “What’s so funny?” He asked you.

“I really did a number on your back.” You said and he went into the bathroom and you followed him. He looked into the mirror and shook his head.

“These just show that I made you feel good and I will wear them proudly.” He said turning around and kissing you and then you got your reflection in the mirror and saw the deep bruising on your neck and gasped, you pulled away from him.

“How am I supposed to cover these up?” You asked him and he shook his head and came up behind you wrapping his arms around you.

“Don’t. It shows that you’re mine and only mine.” He said and you shook your head.

“Antonio.” You said in a warning tone and he looked at you.

“One of the girls might have something to cover them up so you don’t get in trouble.” He said and you nodded. You both got ready for work and this included a shower which you could hear him hiss as the water touched the marks going down his back and that just made you smirk. When it came down to clothing you grabbed one of his shirts and made it work and then threw on your jeans and tucked the shirt into it creating a cute and decent outfit if you must say.

You both ate a little bit of something and then you both were on your way to work. You had also opted for one of his hoodies that was just big enough that it was comfortable. The drive to work was a comfortable silence and he held your hand over the center console. When you arrived at the precinct, he parked right next to your car that was still sitting there. Having to grab something from it you both were heading inside afterwards. As you both walked hand in hand into the building, Trudy looked at you with a raised eyebrow. Antonio just smirked and you hang your head smiling and a blush creeping up on you. She didn’t say a word but you could tell she was thinking by the smirk on her face.

 You thought you were in the clear when you didn’t see anyone in the bullpen but you luck had run out when everyone started to filter in from different places one by one. Everyone greeted each other and when Adam went to pat Antonio on the back he hissed and tensed up. Adam, thinking something he did wrong, pulled back and raised his hands “You ok man? It wasn’t that hard of a pat.” He said and Antonio shook his head.

“No, it wasn’t your pat.” He said not wanting to out your relationship quite yet. He said and your face heated up and you wouldn’t look anyone in the eye. “Let’s get to work. Yeah?” He asked as you both scurried away to your desks, thankfully his sweatshirt was covering up your hickeys and they hadn't noticed you wearing his clothing.

It wasn’t a very busy day, just a lot of paperwork that had to be filled out and occasionally everyone would hear Atonio hiss out or grunt in pain and it was concerning a lot of your coworkers. Each time your face would become beat red and you would bury your head into you work. It was starting to get a little warm so you took his hoodie off without thinking and then you heard a gasp and you looked up at Kevin. “Did you get in a fight with an octopus?” He asked and that had everyone coming over to look at you, especially the girls.

“No, Kevin. I just had a very fun eventful night.” You said and then Erin spoke up.

“I bet you did with your neck looking like that. Is that Antonio’s shirt?” She asked and you looked down.

“Is it?” You asked and then Jay was coming over to inspect it.

“That is totally his shirt.” Jay said and you were quiet and so was Antonio. He sat back into his chair and let out a painful hiss and everyone looked at him and they were slowly putting the dots together.

“Wait….” Kim said and everyone looked up at her “Did you two finally confess and sleep together?” She asked and you both kept quiet. You looked at him and they caught that.

“OMG! You did!” Erin said loud enough for everyone in the building to hear.

“Shhhhhhh.” You and Antonio said at the same time. “Keep your voice down.” You both said at the same time again.

“Oh, you’re going to tell us more while Erin and I help you cover this up before Hank sees.” Kim said and grabbed your hand and you 3 girls headed into the locker room. You and Antonio looked at each other and it was a silent cry for help but you both knew you both weren’t going to get out of this so you both let it happen. The boys circled Antonio and the telling began just as the girls sat you down on the bench in the locker room and began the operation of covering up the hickeys.

“How was it?” Erin asked and you smirked and blushed.

“It was great and perfect. He was gentle and the sex was great. I really love him.” You said and they squealed. You told them more but all you could think about was about how Antonio was getting grilled and questioned.

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“How was she?” Kevin asked and was met with a hit to the chest and an ‘oof’ was heard from him.

“She was great. I really love her. Those nails of hers can do some damage but it felt great.” He said with a smile thinking of how your night went.

“Man, if she’s leaving scratches down your back that is making you hiss then you’re doing something right.” Adam said and Jay nodded in agreement.

This went on for about 20 minutes until you were walking about out a shade of red and he got up and met you before walking into the bullpen and he grabbed your face and kissed you and you returned it. Oh, yea you love this man with all your heart and he felt the same way. You were both glad you went from colleagues to lovers. In your mind and his you both were the best thing to happen to each other.

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HOLY COW ITS MY FIRST FANART FOR THIS!!! AHH THEY LOOK AMAZING!! and yes he always looks a bti sad and grumpy :] even in this one animation im making of him looking happy the just still looks so gosh darn tired. Oh this is adorable!!! i love it to bits!!!

am i allowed to make art for the au? idk seems like a dumb question but i just wanna make sure youre alright with it! idk if youve been asked this before akdjfjf

If you are asking about Albatross' Guide, then yes!!

It is encouraged!

Just know that Albatross isnt exactly a tormenting villain in this au :] hes done bad things but hes more morally grey then evil crazy old man lol so if you draw him know he probably wouldn't be tormenting Turtle on purpose lolololol