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Johnny x FEM! Reader

Summary: Johnny finds himself in the comfort of your home after saving you.

A/n: I haven't read or seen a fanfic on him, maybe because his character is honestly a lot but I wanted to write something from the movie, Naked (1993) Mike Leigh. Enjoy-L

Warning: Johnny being Johnny, mention of rape and abuse, reader almost being SA, Johnny talks to himself, Johnny has a crush, act of stealing.

Word Count: 4K

The night was freezing more than usual and Johnny’s slim cheeks were red from the cold. His only source of warmth was the cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. He was leaning against a building trying to hide away from the harsh cold winds while watching the citizens of London walking up and down the streets.

His blue eyes pierced at whoever walked past him, they all looked happy, they all looked like they had somewhere to be unlike him. His hands shook from the cold and he placed them under his armpits trying to warm them up. It was futile, his whole body shook from the frigid air.

Shutting his eyes, he started to think about his next plan. Visiting his ex, Louise was a failure. It was pointless even after he hooked up with her roommate, Sophie. The dark haired girl, Sophie, excited him for a while. She had a pretty face and he slept with her but she caught feelings for him. That was a no go for him after Louise, he thinks being in love is pointless after she left him for a new job but he knew deep down she left him because of his ways. Cheating on her constantly and treating her badly. He realized perhaps it wasn't love. The tons of books he read that had love in it, was not the same he had for Louise. He was lonely that's why he had Louise around, he had her for the nights when he couldn't sleep and he needed something warm.

Johnny sighs to himself as he remembers Sophie following him, following his every move, telling him that she loves him and understands him. He slept with her one more time and hit her head against the arm of the couch multiple times making her understand he wasn't a good guy. A part of him, like it though. Being bigger than her but his attraction towards her turned into disgust. She didn't have any standards. Still following him around like a puppy after what he just did to her.

His stomach growled and he can’t recall when was the last time he ate. The girl from the diner was kind to him, she reminded him of a mouse. A depressed mouse, she looked so sad when he mentioned it to her. She went crazy, forcing him to leave her house after she had invited him in. He cursed at her nasty words and he felt bad for a moment, just a brief second. So now, he was out in the freezing cold and his stomach was aching for something.

His eyes shot open when he heard laughter, it was a nice sound. He can’t recollect when was the last time he actually laughed, a genuine laugh. One of those laughs that made your stomach hurt and left you out of breath.

“That’s what I told him.” You told your friend on the phone, crossing the street. Your body shivered when a gust of wind blew. In the corner of your eye you see a tall man with shaggy hair. He looked sickly and his dark clothes were blending in the night.

You nodded, a hello at him when you caught his eyes, you kept walking, telling your friend to repeat what she just said.

Johnny looks at you as you keep walking. You had seen him, Johnny is so used to being in the background, invisible to the human eyes. You had seen him and greeted him like a human with decency.

He’s been standing by the building for hours and no one had even caught his eyes. Johnny looked at them, but they would just simply ignore them and continue on. Johnny is an observer, he’s always been since he was a child. So when a man passed him, he looked at him and it didn't take Johnny long to see the man was holding a knife. He spotted it and he saw a glimmer of the steel of the knife shine under the street lamps.

He saw you stopped by the corner, waiting for the light to turn red so you could pass. You got off the phone. Tugging your bag close to your body, you stuffed your hands inside the pockets of your coat for warmth. Johnny followed the man, throwing the bud of the cigarette on the sidewalk.

Johnny’s quick on his feet, he hears the man breathing heavily. Million thoughts rushed through Johnny's head. The man was thinking of robbing you, perhaps the man was going to kill you or worse. In Johnny's eyes, you were a pretty thing and by the way that the man was following you. That man was going to do the worst thing to you. Unaware of the man coming up behind you. You started to walk across the street when the light turned.

You hear a shout and you look over your shoulder to see a man in a black puffer jacket and a beanie. His dark eyes were wide and his mouth was parted open as he stared at you. He licked his lips as he looked up and down at you. You saw the man standing by the building running behind him and wrapping his arms around the man with the knife as he shouted once more.

You gasped when you saw the knife and without a single thought you swung your purse at the man holding the knife. Johnny released the man when he saw you were about to swing.

You swung your purse at the man’s face. The man with the knife came tumbling down like a sack of potatoes on the sidewalk.

Johnny heard you shout as you swung your bag over the man’s head.

“Motherfucker! You son of a bitch!” Johnny took a step back as you kept swinging. He kicked the knife to the road before the man would wake up and grab it.

"Thank you." You told him before sliding your bag up on your shoulders. Johnny doesn't know what to say. He doesn't recall being thanked before.

The man groaned before falling unconscious on the ground. You look up at Johnny.

"Jesus, love. What you got in that bag?" Johnny asked you as you stepped back from the man on the ground.

Johnny watched as you open your bag and pulled out a glass Tupperware with a hydro flask.

"Should we call the cops? Or the ambulance?" You asked Johnny and shakes his head.

"That asshole wanted to rob you. Probably rape you and you want to call an ambulance for him?" He asked you.

"You're right. Fuck him." Johnny nodded like that response better. That piece of shit didn't deserves your kindness. You were about to walk away when you remember he was waiting by the building.

"Were you waiting for someone over there?" You asked him and he shook his head at you.

You felt bad, leaving him in the cold. He did help you, without his shout. You surely would have been dead. He was nice enough to run and wrap his arms around him to stop him.

“Do you have a place to stay?” You asked as you shivered when another gust of wind blew.

Johnny shook his head once more. “Come on then.”

Johnny doesn’t think he heard you right. His brows knitted in confusion when you turn to start walking and look over your shoulder at him.

“Come on. I’m freezing my tits off.” You said. You hear him behind you.

“I swear if you try anything. I’ll hit you so hard with my bag.” Johnny keeps looking at you. He’s walking next to you and he can see your face up close. You are absolutely beautiful, he thinks to himself. It was a short walk and he followed you into a building. Opening the glass door, you hold it out for him. Walking inside he notices there's another door.

“Excuse me.” He hears you say softly and he feels you brush against him when you take out your keys from your bag. Johnny stares down at you and you unlock the door. Opening the door, you shoot him a smile and he can’t help but smile back. It wasn’t one of those fake smiles that he always received from other people. Your smile was genuine.

“I'm just down the hall.” You tell him as you shut the door after he walks in. The inside of the building was dingy and he notices there’s a staircase to the right side of the hall. He follows you down the hall and notices the welcome mat in front of your apartment. The white paint on the door was chipping and the number of the door was hanging upside down.

Johnny doesn’t say anything. He was just grateful that he found a place to stay for the night. Somewhere warm, he didn’t want to sleep another night in the park, especially in the cold. He rubs his hands tighter for warmth as you open the door.

“Come in.” You tell him and he enters first. The lights turned on and your apartment was the complete opposite of outside the hallway. The hallway was dark and grimy, while the inside of your apartment was colorful. He steps into the room and notices a light brown couch in the middle of the room. There’s a small tv in front of it. He notices the large bookshelf next to a window.

“I’ll get started on dinner. You must be hungry.” You say walking past him, dropping your bag on the coffee table.

Removing your coat, Johnny takes note of your clothes. You wore black leggings with an oversized sweater. You turned to hang your coat and his eyes looked down to see your ass.

“You okay?” You turn to him when you realize he hasn’t spoken.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t introduce myself. I’m -.” Johnny repeats your name and looks down to see your hand is out for him to shake.

“I’m Johnny.” He says shaking your hand. You jumped when you felt how cold his hands were.

“You poor thing.” You say rubbing your hands with his to warm them up. Johnny doesn’t think he ever felt someone so warm like you. He doesn’t know why he becomes so insecure with you being so close to him.

“I’ll make you some tea or do you want coffee to warm you up?” You’re still holding his hand and you look up at him.

His eyes were so magnetic, it drew you in. The lovely shade of blue you have ever seen. He was so tall next to you and you looked down at his lips. They were chapped and he smelled like cigarettes and the cold air.

“Tea would be alright.” Johnny tells you and you pull him by the hand into the kitchen. The kitchen was small. You signal him to sit down on the dining table that only fits two. It was against the wall near the fridge.

“Can I smoke here?” He asked you as you started to turn on the stove.

“Yea.” You answered him while opening a cabinet above the stove. Johnny watched you take out an ashtray and placed it in front of him with a small smile. You move so effortlessly around the kitchen it almost looks like you were dancing. You put on the kettle after filling it up with water.

“Have you lived here all your life?” He asks you while you grab a few things from the fridge.

“No, I’ve been here for three years.” Johnny listens to you while smoking as you tell him where you are originally from.

“Did you hate it over there so much? That you had to come over here?” Johnny asked and was surprised when you weren’t shocked by his question. Not many people will tell their business to a complete stranger. You were open and you didn't seem to mind his questions.

“No, I like my hometown. I came over here for work.” You told them while beginning to cut up some vegetables.

The depressed mouse that worked in the dinner had given him a bath as well. Part of him didn’t want to take it because of what happened with the depressed mouse. He opened his mouth and she got mad and threw him out.

“A shower then?” You told him after you noticed the unsure look on his face.

“Just to warm you up. You don’t want to get sick.”

“Are you always this nice? What are you hiding? Are you making up for something you lack?” Johnny said and was waiting for a nasty reply, but it never came.

You just shrugged your shoulders at him. “ I just want you to feel comfortable in my home. After all, if you hadn't shouted I would've been dead in the middle of the street by now. I would’ve been robbed or raped.”

“If you don’t feel comfortable here. You can leave.” You tell him.

“Or stay here where it’s warm and take a shower while I finish with dinner.” Johnny looks over his shoulder as you walk to the living room.

You were right, the hot water helped him. He was leaning against the tile wall staring at it as the water washed over him. You were so kind that you turned on the water and left him a towel by the sink. He dragged his duffel bag inside the bathroom. He thinks that this will never happen again. Taking a shower two times a day. He felt like a rich man.

His stomach growls when the smell of your cooking hits him. Finishing with the shower, he dries off and gets dressed. Curiosity gets the best of him and he opens the medicine cabinet above the sink. Toothbrush, toothpaste, razors and creams are lined up on the tiny shelves. He takes the bottle of pain killer and takes one. Putting it back, he turns off the light when he walks out. Dropping his bag by the hallway, he looks at the door at the end. It must be your room.

“Johnny.” You call out for him. He walks into the kitchen and the table is set.

“You look 27 now.” You said and he smiles as he sits down. You bring him a knife and a fork over and you see him dressed with baggy pants and a light gray tee. His damp hair is brushed back and slender shoulders are at ease.

Johnny wants to moan loudly because of how delicious the food is. He looks across from you to see you cutting your chicken. The comfortable silence is back again. He doesn’t really like silence, he gets too much into his head and begins to overthink. He starts to wonder why he doesn’t when he’s with you but he wants to talk to you.

“Do you know the butterfly effect?” Johnny asked and you looked up from your plate.

You nod. “Yeah, crazy stuff.”

“Do you believe in it?” He asks and he’s surprised when you nod.

“Have you heard of the Mandela effect?” Johnny for the first time of his life, shakes his head because he doesn’t know. Johnny knows that he is educated because of all the books he has read. There’s a smile on your face and his stomach tenses up by how pretty you look and he licks his bottom lip when you begin to tell him.

“It’s like a false memory that occurs when many different people incorrectly remember the same thing. Let's say there’s an old movie and an actor says something but other people remember it differently. A word can be spelled this but there are other people who remember the word being spelled completely differently.”

“Are you serious?” You nod at him.

“I have the newspaper here. I’ll show you the article when we are done eating.” You told him excitedly.

“So I was thinking. You probably got into a fight with your girlfriend and she threw you out. Am I right?” You asked him.

Johnny remains quiet for a minute and you refill his cup with more water.

“If I say yes, what would you do?” He asked you curiously.

“Well, I’ll have to get my bag for that. I’m pretty sure if she finds out you are here with me. She’ll fight me. I'll have to be prepared. I have never been in a fight with anyone.”

“Put the Tupperware back in the cabinet, love. No one is looking for me.” Johnny said, making you chuckle as both of you kept eating.

“You have a boyfriend? Husband?” You shake your head.

“So you are lacking something?” You frown at him.

“Why do you think I’m lacking something?” You ask Johnny.

“You’re beautiful and you have no one. Do you have a third nipple or something? Something that scares all the dude.” Johnny hears you laugh and he gets quiet.

“A third nipple?” You repeat him.

“To answer your question no. I don’t have a third nipple. I’m single because I haven’t found the right person yet.” You answered him truthfully.

“What’s the right person for you?” Johnny takes a sip of his water.

“Someone you feel comfortable with after being irritated with everyone. Someone you can come home too after a shitty day and they make it all better.”

“I bet there is a line of men waiting for you.” Johnny noticed the look on your face.

“There is but they are just dogs. They want to get their dick wet and I tell them to hire a hooker.” You tell him.

“Would you hire a hooker?” Johnny asked you and you wonder why he’s asking all these questions. He’s so different from the men you met. He’s asking you all of these random questions. It felt like he was trying to make you feel uncomfortable.

“If I was a millionaire, sure why not.” You answered him, and he looked satisfied.

“Why?” You shrugged your shoulders at his question. “Hookers gotta pay bills too, right.”

Johnny nods, he continues eating. You shake your head slowly as you look at him. Johnny was different and you would’ve never talked to a man like you were talking to Johnny. You didn’t care though, you probably wouldn’t see him tomorrow.

Johnny is reading the newspaper on the couch as you showered. He read the article and he was enthralled by it. He looked at the books you had, his fingers glided across the binds of it. He hears you come out of the bathroom and he tiptoes to the hallway. He sees you wearing a towel around your wet and naked bare body. You’re walking to the bedroom and he goes back to see the books.

He came around a small desk and saw a picture. It was the same boy he saw in the picture on the fridge. The little boy was wearing overalls and had a toothless smile. He was sitting on your lap, and you were looking at the camera with your own smile. Johnny’s chest tightens at the side of the picture.

His mind wanders deep and he imagines what if that was you with his kid. He’s never thought of kids before. Never really wanted them. He doesn’t know why he’s thinking of it but the picture of you holding this kid looks so cordial to him.

“That’s my nephew and godson.” Johnny looks over his shoulder. You’re standing in the living room, barefooted with shorts and a flannel shirt. The towel is over your shoulders and you walk towards him.

“He’s cute.” Johnny said as you walked towards him and pulled out an album from the desk drawer. You give it to him. Johnny takes it and walks to the couch.

He can smell the body wash from your body and he places the album in his lap to cover his semi hard on. You sit next to Johnny on the couch and he opens the album. You pointed out family members here and there as Johnny looked through the pictures. Johnny stops at a picture of you. Without a thought, he brings his hands up and traces the outline of your face.

“It was my last day at home. This was before I came here.” You mumbled and looked over at Johnny. He meets your gaze and for a moment. No words were said, just two people staring at each other. You found him attractive and your senses came to you. You look away to take a look at the clock hanging by the wall. You pushed yourself up from the couch. Johnny stares at you as you walk past him and open the door of the small closet near the bathroom. You walk back to him with blankets and a pillow.

“Here you go.” You said and Johnny places the album on the coffee table.

“I can stay for the night.” He told you in a surprised tone.

“Well of course, that is if you like to stay over tonight.” Johnny nods.

“I wouldn’t be able to sleep knowing you’re out in this cold.” You commented as you fluffed the pillow and handed it out to him.

“The tv remote is over there. Feel free to use the tv or read any books. If you’re still hungry or thirsty, help yourself in the kitchen.”

Johnny graciously grabbed the blanket from the couch you laid out. It’s the softest thing he has ever touched.

“Goodnight.” You tell him and start to walk back to your room.

“Wait!” You turn around at Johnny’s voice.

“It’s a bit early, isn’t it?” He said looking at the clock. You raise a brow at him, 11:00pm is early for him.

“We can watch a film.” Johnny said, pointing his finger at the television.

You got the feeling that he didn’t want to be alone. You knew that feeling all too well sometimes you wanted to be near someone and feel their presence. You thought about what your friends would say if you tell him about tonight obviously they will yell at you for being a complete idiot and inviting a homeless stranger to your home.

“You better not hog the blanket.” You tell him, he smiles as you walk back to the living room and sit on the couch.

Johnny wakes up by the smell of food. He yawns as he pushes himself up from the couch. He feels good, he feels well rested. He remembers watching 10 minutes of the film before shutting his eyes. The last thing he heard was your soft voice saying goodnight.

“Morning.” He looks over at the kitchen to see you frying an egg. Johnny sits up and cracks his shoulders. Pushing himself up, he walks into the kitchen.

“Sit down.” You tell him, setting him a plate on the table. He obeys and starts digging in.

“I’ll have to work soon. You have a place to go?” You asked to sit down to eat your breakfast.

Johnny's slim cheeks are puffed out with all the food he stuffed in his mouth and nods. You don’t believe it because he grabs another toast quickly from the table, shoving it in his mouth. Almost like saying he won't know when will be the last time he gets to eat like this.

Johnny got dressed after breakfast and waited for you to come out of your bedroom. He’s waiting by the door as you grab your lunch from the fridge. You don’t even notice the picture of you holding your nephew missing.

Johnny follows you out of the apartment and out of the building.

“Walk with me to my job?” You asked him and he nodded. Johnny asks what you do and he listens as you tell him.

Johnny has his duffle bag behind him as he crosses the street with you. Stopping by a large building, he looks up at it and whistles at it.

“Have fun wasting away at work.” Johnny's remarks made you roll your eyes.

“Well, a girl gotta eat, Johnny. Have to waste away for a bit.” You tell him and his eyes shine at your response.

“Bye.” You tell him and Johnny doesn’t want to say bye. He wonders if he will ever see you again. He turns around to start walking to nowhere.

“Johnny!” He hears you shouting his name and he looks over.

“Pick me up at 6:00pm. We can have dinner again if you want.” You tell him and Johnny nods. He tells you he’ll be here to pick you up.

He watches as you walk into the building and he turns around with a little pep in his step. He walks to a park and sits on a bench. Opening his duffel bag, he takes out a raggedy book, some of the pages are ripped out of the bind. He keeps it together with a rubber band. He takes it off to read it, he opens the first page and sees the picture of you with your nephew. His eyes stared at your pretty face and a warm feeling filled his chest.

He remembers the first words that came out of your mouth.

Thank you.

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Diluc Ragnvindr x Female Reader

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⚘ Synopsis: A young noble lady is convinced to attend a party that is being held by the House of Ragnvindr

⚘ Warnings: Slow–burn. Fem-reader, Social Class. Prologue

⚘ Word Count: 2282

⚘ Prologue: The Flower Garden

Young nobles have lavish lives, ladies and dukes—princesses and princes—kings and queens. Mondstadt’s aristocracy, beyond doubt, had a life many dreamed of, possessing riches and honor. Commoners prayed to the lord of freedom to give them the opportunity of life complete with greed, mora, the symbol of survival in Mondstadt—you can do anything with mora. Do you have a sick loved one? Pay for medicine at the local market. Are you running out of groceries? Make sure you take a pouch of mora to buy the necessities: bread. Any wish you blow onto a dandelion can be paid with mora. Greed fills this society, and it so happens that those who have a ‘god’ on their side are graced with something many desire—freedom.

To a young noble—such as yourself—-that did not matter. You were lucky to be born into wealth, born into freedom. There was never a reason to be afraid. Being born into aristocracy meant not being afraid of the sheer thought of being able to survive the next day because wealth gave you access to any doctors who craved the shimmering gold just to cure the sick of an aristocrat. That’s what it means to be a youthful noble.

The curtains arose to show the sun’s glimmering rays—it was the first day of spring. The tingling sensation of the rays hit your cheek. It is was warm feeling as if the sun itself kissed your cheek. All the snow had melted away, abandoning enormous puddles of water as a mark that winter had left. The first leaves began to reappear on the dead trees. The coldness that engulfed your bedroom, and your skin, had left. And it was all thanks to the sun. “Good morning, my fair lady,” at last it’s your maid, Sophie, who greeted you right away with a glass of water. “My lord requested your attendance in today’s breakfast,” Sophie bowed as she relayed the message she was instructed to tell you. Your eyes never left Sophie’s eyes, as she already knew how much you disliked formalities, “Sophie, please get up,” you couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable with the way she bowed—your voice was soft yet firmly firm. Your fingers blocked your eyesight—as the sun’s rays had become too blinding. “Prepare my outfit for today—I’ll meet Father in a moment,” slowly lifting yourself from the bed, the rest of the maids enter the room—preparing to dress you up with today’s garments.

“My lady, today will be a sunny day—well according to the wizards of the west. Also on the third week of spring, Lord Barbatos will bless the land with the winds. The Dragon of the East is going to show up alongside the Archon.” One of the other maids informed you of the upcoming events that all of Mondstadt will be looking forward to. Their cold fingers ran all over your body, as they fixed you for breakfast. You even felt a bit of pressure on your shoulders, as they attempted to message and calm you down. However, it made it worse, when they were all over you. Their fingers…how they slide through everywhere. It made you feel overloaded, and although you knew they were just doing their job—you couldn’t help but feel your body burn at the feeling of their hands on you.

You felt like you were made out of porcelain, your body trembled, yet you knew you couldn’t show your discomfort. No. No. You don’t like the feeling of others touching you—yet you can’t lash out at them for doing their job. Not even the sun could protect you from their (the maid’s) cold fingers. Closing your eyes, you could only hum back. “Ah. yes. The annual Windblume festival should be around those dates.”

To be a young noble lady, you must be patient and modest—well—that’s what the governess taught you. As you made your way to the dining hall to meet up with your father, it was relatively uncommon to eat with the lord since he pledged loyalty to his duties—in simpler terms–your father is a workaholic. Of course, this excited you since you rarely saw him—you desperately tried to run. Yet, ultimately you knew a scolding would meet your demise. Patience. Patience. Be patient. A good daughter demonstrates patience. Your eyes quickly meet your dad’s eyes—your lips morph into a bright smile. “Dad!” who cares if the servants judged you—they wouldn’t understand the thrill of finally meeting with your dad. On this rare occasion, every second is special. Your heels are quick to echo, a click and clack throughout the dining hall, and your hands wide open to meet the embrace of your dad. He swiftly reciprocates your hug.

In contrast with the icy cold hands of your maids, your father has a tender touch when he hugs you. You felt sheltered—safe—with your dad, and he made sure you knew how much he adored you. Squeezing you more, and bringing you closer, you quickly heard him apologize. “I’m sorry…I’m sorry..my dear y/n, ” his voice split—the fragility—his tone was made of glass. Clearly, he had cried the previous night, for his voice was almost faded.

And although he did not specify why he was crying—you knew immediately. Of course, you knew, you were his daughter. Hearing his voice shattered, the way it turned into a higher pitch tone, broke your soul. And all you could do was reassure him that you forgave him, “It’s alright papa, it is alright papa….I know you have responsibilities.” Your soothing voice was enough to calm him down.

The workaholic man—known as your dad—regretted so much prioritizing his work over his family. The overly—sensitive man, who is not afraid to show his emotions, cried at the hands of his daughter. While he may be blind at the sight of his absence in his household, he vouched to his daughter that he would be more present in her future.

Breakfast operated smoothly—catching up with your dad—was the main discussion. There was a momentary pause, however, watching his hands become fists as he brought them closer to his mouth—he cleared his throat—hearing the phlegm wash away from his throat. It captured the attention of everyone—your siblings—your mother—and even the servants. You could hear the hesitation, murmuring a few times. You knew he was trying to memorize his speech, “I know you hate going to parties. I’m aware of how you are quick to reject invitations…but I plead to you to at least attend this one!” his eyes were shut closed….he certainly had rehearsed his little speech.

“Ahem…Duke Ragnvindr is planning to hold a party for his son—you know him …right? His name is Diluc Ragnvindr. I heard he graduated from the academy—he was on top of his class, and—allegedly—he’s one of the best knights out there.” You could see your father slightly open his eyes to look at a reaction—your reaction.

His cheeks are quick to become a warmer tone, “I heard he was handsome…a handsome fella! And best I heard he was quite the gentleman.” He furiously nodded his head to agree with himself, “Isn’t that right honey?” he swiftly looked at your mother—who nodded her head with the same ambition as your father. You, of course, facepalmed you already knew Diluc—how couldn’t you? He is well known for rejecting every proposal—from what you have heard from the gossip at tea parties.

According to rumors, it is said that Diluc had a lover, but of course, that has never been confirmed by the house of Ragnvindr. Allegedly, the breakup was rather messy—though nobody knows why they broke up. The whole relationship is a complete mystery, some say that his partner was a servant while others say it was a noble. No matter what, the relationship ended, and people say that Diluc can’t move on.

Rumors are rumors, however, so it’s not even confirmed. All you know about Diluc is that he rejects any proposal. While you may not be friends with him, you have met him…well sort of. Of course, you see him during formal events that the emperor holds, but you have never talked to him. You don’t even know what his voice sounds like, or how he acts. For all you know, the house of Ragnvindr could be speaking meaningless words, and spreading rumors that he acts like a ‘gentleman’. Who knows maybe they wanted to increase their popularity even more.

“Ah. Yes. Diluc, I am aware who he is father—who could forget that raging red hair?” your words held no interest, possibly because you had a slight feeling of what your father was trying to hint at…trying. He could continue to yap and compliment Diluc all he wanted, and your tone wouldn’t even change—not even at the slightest compliment. Diluc…how could you even describe him as a…person? Well, considering he is Mondstadt’s top bachelor, every young noble just wished to get a piece of him. His beauty outshines that of the purest water in all of Mondstadt, his delicate face is rather surprising since he was a knight in training. Although, he may not be an actual prince—much to any commoner and noble’s demise—many consider him the ‘uncrowned’ prince. His beauty works in his favor—for most of the part.

You, honestly, knew where your dad was leading this conversation, so he wants you to meet with Diluc? That wouldn’t even work.

A moment of silence engulfed the whole dining table. Taking a small sip of freshly brewed chamomile tea, tasting the warm mellowness of honey and the hint of apple run down your throat.

The silence took over and it was a clear sign for you to answer. “I suppose, it wouldn’t be a terrible idea to attend the party,” letting the tea cup gently rest back on the floral plate. It didn’t take long to hear your father’s excitement—again his voice became a bit louder and a bit higher, “I’ll ask your lady–in–waiting to write back to the Ragnvindr s!” Looking at your father’s happiness—alongside the rest of your family. Feeling a bit dumbfounded, you didn’t expect their happiness to last long…yet once again you were proven wrong.

Making your way down the corridors of your home, you see the gardens being attended to—calla lilies and small lamp grass were in season. Deciding on exploring the garden, you change path directions and head east—towards your garden. The small blue glow of the lamp grass was rather mesmerizing—they say that they are the homes of fairies. Whether it may or may not be true, its beauty was eye-capturing. Kneeling, your fingertips gently brush the blue bulb, the servants indeed did a good job nurturing the garden.

You remember how you begged your mom to hand you the job on the design of the garden, and while at first her refusal was firmed—eventually she caved in. You were honestly rather proud of the flowers you had ordered to be put.

But why calla lilies and small lamp grass? Well, you weren’t sure either. All you remember was that it appeared in a dream. The dream depicted your future—the love of your life—and the warmth you felt as he caressed your cheek. And while you didn’t see his face in particular, you saw the calla lilies and small lamp grass that surrounded your environment. Everything felt so—realistic—so real, you could feel the warmth of this mysterious man. His hands were quite rough—yet gentle—scars and burns decorated his arms. And while initially, it was a bit scary for you—he was the gentlest soul you have ever encountered.

When you woke up, you felt your heart shattered, and over the past few days, your mood worsened. You wanted to go back. No. You needed to go back. It was a sense of euphoria, the way your heart rate would go up as soon as you remembered…or tried to remember…his touch.

You supposed that was why you had ordered calla lilies and small lamp grass to grow, to remember you about a potential future—-well you hoped it would come true.

The sun and moon rise interchanging their jobs—the day of the party comes rather fast—the inexpiable dread lingers in your heart. You didn’t know what was worse, nobles judging or gossiping. Being part of the high class meant that you inherited social pressure—to maintain status—you knew you had to act a certain way for them. Status meant a lot, you must carry the surname of your family with dignity. However, no matter what—no matter how ‘perfect’ you were—the nobles find ways to judge and outcast others. They are cunning, quick to gossip—quick to outcast—those who are not favorable.

It was the sole reason why you didn’t attend parties, the music was too loud and quite frankly the people—the nobles—aren’t even nice, to begin with. Parties were simply not up to your standard, which your whole family was aware of by that point.

You wanted to avoid the attention—for you knew the nobles are far too cruel—that meant you would try your best to avoid people with a much more higher status.

In other words—you hope you won’t get the attention of one person.

Diluc Ragnvindr.

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Miffyur’s note:

HELLOOO, hi hi! Welcome Welcome. Sorry for my absence, and so sorry for not writing D:

Anyway this one will have multiple parts (no— I don’t know how long it would be) Updates are most likely going to be slower, since my campus is opening soon. Whichhh means I am going to be focusing more on my studies :(

Bye Bye! <3

Miffyur (\_/)

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#genshin impact #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #genshin x female reader #genshin x reader #genshin x f!reade #genshin diluc #diluc ragnivindr x you #diluc x you #diluc x y/n #diluc fluff #genshin impact x female reader #diluc ragnivindr x reader #diluc ragnvindr #genshin impact x reader #diluc x reader

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okwritingandpain · 9 months

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Penny Lane's Getting Better (The Beatles x Reader)

Chapter 1: Because The World Is Round

"It'll be fun! A new school, a new home, and new friends!" your mother says, looking back at you in the backseat. Your father was at the wheel and your little sister sat next to you.

"Fun? If you mean that I won't have a clue who anybody is," You say, leaning back in your seat. You stare out at the passing cozy red brick houses. They gave off a warmth that could only be compared to the fire from a fireplace in the chill of winter. You notice a sign reading: Penny Lane. What a silly name for a street. At least, that's what you thought...

"Cheer up," your father says, "I think you'll like it here." He turns the car, coming up on a beautiful two-story red bricked house. Instead of giving off warmth this house gave off cold despair, like no one had ever settled in the home. There had to be something wrong with it based off how many owners it had in the past...or maybe the neighbors that surrounded it.

Your mother had mentioned that you were moving in next to a woman and her nephew. He was around your age, maybe a little older, but he was supposed to introduce you to everything. You just hoped he wasn't a jerk or something like that. Maybe he would be sweet, kind, considerate...maybe even cute--but that was most likely not going to happen.

"Here we are!" your father cheers, parking the car. You step out of the car, taking in the old and worn looking house. This was going to be a very interesting start.

"Come get your luggage," your mother taps yours shoulder before passing you to head up to the house. Your sister dances past you to join your mother's side. She skipped freely with the joy of puppy. Sighing, you turn to grab your bags from the backside of the car.

The bags were not heavy as your mother insisted starting anew, which meant almost anything you owned that was not essential was donated to charity. Only a few of your belongings survived the donation including your brush, makeup, bass guitar, and your childhood stuffed bear. There were more but those were the only worth mentioning.

"This place looks beautiful," your father says before closing up the back of the car and leading you inside.

Inside the place is polished, clean; it was obvious someone had recently cleaned it out. The front door connected to the front room where a sofa, coffee table, and piano sat. You resisted the urge to brush the piano keys as your father ushered you past.

The next room lead to the living space and kitchen area. The kitchen already held some cooking supplies which made your mother squeal with excitement. You rolled your eyes, just wanting to go to your room.

"You should take your sister upstairs," your mother said, guiding you and yours sister to the stairs.

"Yes, mom," you rush up the stairs, excited by what could be up there. Your sister tried her best to keep pace, but found it difficult. "Come on, Sophie," you say, peering into every room as you head down the cramped hallway.

"You're too fast," she huffs, stumbling after you. Finally, you find your room at the end of the hall next to the bathroom on the left and Sophie's room to the right.

Your room is small but cozy. There is a nice space by the window for writing and reading like you had dreamed so often. You set your luggage down by the bed that already sat there.

Looking out the window you could see into the neighbors yard and home.

There was a boy outside with a guitar in his hand, you wondered if this was the nephew your mother had mentioned earlier.

As you stared at him, he seemed to have guessed your presence and looked up at your window. He gives a goofy wave, running up to the fence and peering over it at you. You open the window to try to talk to him.

"Hello there," he smiled, cheekily. You notice his brown hair and eyes that peered into your own with certain glimmer of mischief and laughter. A cap sat on his head making him look like a news boy.

"Hi," you reply simply, unsure of what to make of the boy.

"Who are you? I've never seen you around here before. I reckon you're moving into Anderson's old house huh? She was a real piece of work," the boy shouted. You can't help but laugh a little at his remark. Who was this boy?

"Wouldn't you like to know," she calls back, laughing.

"Well, I'm John," he says, taking off his cap and waving it at you.

"I'm Y/N," you say. John smiles, placing the cap back on his head. Suddenly, your door jolts open and Sophie runs into the room.

"Who is that, big sister?" she asks, peering out the window. John notices her immediately and waves at her.

"Name's John," he says again, being overly friendly. This John was so nice, but you couldn't help but feel this was a false opening to a show of twists and turns. His accent pinched his words in the wrong places like he was hiding something...pretending to be something he wasn't.

"We should go down and meet him, big sis," Sophie says, leaving the window and barreling down stairs.

"Sophie!" you call, wanting to talk to her first about this instead of jumping into the ocean of sharks. You chase after her, but you don't catch her until she makes it to the front door where your parents are perched, intrigued by your sudden fight.

"What's going on?" your mother asks with her hands on her hips. You quickly explain the situation with John which causes your mother to push you outside to go meet him.

Outside, John had ventured from his fence to the sidewalk, waiting to meet you. Behind him stood a very imposing woman who you assumed to be his aunt.

"You must be John," your mother says next to you. Her hands clasped together in a calm and welcoming gesture. John gave a nervous smile, glancing at his aunt.

"Yes, this must be your daughters...this is my Aunt Mimi," He gestures towards the imposing woman. She took a drag from her one of the many smokes you would see her have over the next few months.

"It's a pleasure to meet you young ladies, I hope my son as been kind to you...especially since he wasn't to the last guests." Mimi glared at John.

"Ms. Anderson was the worst teacher ever!" he argued, but he quickly shut his mouth after another glare from his aunt.

"He has been delightful," you say, hoping this would ease the tension between everyone. Mimi nodded, seeming to relax for now. John gave you a thankful smile.

"Is John walking you to school tomorrow?" Mimi asks looking to your mother.

"If he would like to we would greatly appreciate it," your mother replies. John looks at you again, giving a slight smile at her words.

"I can take her," he says, winking at you. You didn't quite know what the wink meant yet, but you were going to find out soon enough.

"We'll see you tomorrow at 8 than," Mimi says, ushering John back to their home.

"Have a good day!" you mother acts extra cheery, waving and all. Once they are gone, your mother pulls you and Sophie back inside.

"Are you really sending me to school the day after we move in?" you ask, a little frustrated and stressed.

"Tomorrow is the first day of school and you need to make an impression." Your mother walks into the kitchen, preparing for supper that night. You sigh, heading back upstairs to your room.

You can't help but look out the window once more, you see John rushing outside excitedly followed by three other boys. You smile watching them dance around, holding instruments of their own.

Maybe, just maybe tomorrow was going to be a good day.

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calla-starkflowerstew11 · 1 year

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Kotlc x b99

Glimmer: what kind of a woman doesn't have an axe?

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Keefe: there is nothing gendered about a sexy cat.

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Sophie: I'm wired to thrive on dysfunction

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Fitz: I want someone to take me out

Tam: like on a date or with a sniper?

Fitz: surprise me

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Mr. Forkle to iggy in neverseen: do not blow this for us

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Biana: I think I just got stabbed by that guy

Fitz: oh yeah you did. You definitely did.

Dex: what's up? I got your text- oh my god biana there is a knife in you!!

Dex: Fitz did you stab biana?

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Linh: life is a party and I'm the piñata

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Fintan (in his ice prison): I'm not totally useless

Fintan: I can be used as a bad example

Marella: I can see that

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Maruca: how was i supposed to know there'd be consequences to my actions?

Wylie: *sighs*

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Sophie whenever something goes wrong: cool cool cool cool cool cool cool cool

#keeper of the lost cities #kotlc #kotlc fandom #b99 #sophie foster #keefe sencen #black swan #fitz vacker #mr forkle #fintan pyren #linh song #marella redek #biana vacker #wylie endal #maruca chebota

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spaceagebachelormann · 1 year

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what's ur number one favorite kotlc ship? mines jensi x dex or fedex or keefex or really any dex ship with the main character group other than lihn, sophie, stina, maruca, or glimmer (what's her other name i'm completely blanking rn)

hmmm. honestly i ship basically anything that isn’t problematic

but i’m really big on keefex, densi, and kesline <33 and ofc marphie because it’s definitely canon and yes

#clementine 🐙#mars silly little mutuals <3 #dex (marlees version) 🌷#kotlc!! 🦢👁

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sophitz · 2 months

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Do you think that these 4 ships have a chance?

Tam x Glimmer

Linh x Wylie

Linh x Fitz

Sophie x Tam

(Don't know the ship names)

I don’t think any of those will be endgame if that’s what you mean. Maybe glimmer and tam but she’s not really a developed character at all so it would be more of a throwaway thing for shannon to add at the end

#asks

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raplinesmoon · 3 years

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A Touch of Gold (KSJ x F!Reader)

pairing: king!Jin x concubine!reader

genre(s): smut, absolute filth, angst, p*rn with the barest of plots… I am sorry

au(s): royalty au

word count: 955

warnings: Jin can turn things into gold (yes that’s a warning), masturbation (f), voyeurism, light b*ndage, blindfolding, degradation, sir kink, c*m eating, clit slapping, gold banana d*ldo (YOU READ THAT RIGHT) that Jin f*cks OC with, dom!Jin (he’s mean but it’s hot), bratty sub!reader, mutual pining, Jin is hopelessly in love, it’s kinda sad at the end

rating: 18+

summary: The gift he’d received from the gods had once been Seokjin’s greatest blessing… but now, it’s become a curse.

a/n: hey Sophie @gcfkims this is all your fault, and Jin’s for being my muse (jk, but thank you for the idea). i’m convinced this was actually a fever dream bc I’m slightly sick rn and will be spending New Year’s inhaling green tea and Tylenol. Idk how Jin manages to bring out my h*rny side all the time, but let’s just appreciate the good it brings :)

Seokjin considered himself a connoisseur when it came to beautiful things. The gods had blessed him with a handsome face and a destiny like no other. A boy born to poor parents, rising up to become a king.

After being crowned, the Fates had asked him his greatest wish now that he had everything at his feet. Even as his power grew, Seokjin found he couldn’t get enough of the finer things in life. And so the gods had blessed him once more.

One tranquil summer night, he’d gone for a walk in the rose garden, admiring the sweet fragrance of the blooms. As he reached out to pluck one off its stem, a loud gasp left his lips. The heavy gold rose plummeted to the ground with a thud.

Turning on his heels, Seokjin ran towards the palace, fear striking his heart. As he turned the corner to go back inside, he felt his body brush against the skirts of a dress. Frozen, he turns around to check on the status of the poor stranger he’d just bumped into, only to be met with the sparkling eyes of the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. And that was how you two met.

Unimpressed with the display you’ve put on for him, King Seokjin whistles, glancing around the high, impenetrable walls of his bedroom.

You let out a whine as he reaches over the table to snack on a piece of fruit, hips bucking harder against your own fingers as the lewd squelching intensifies.

“You little whore,” he seethes. “I invited you up here to entertain me, and instead, I have to eat to cure my boredom. Is this how you please Sir?”

“S-sir!“ you gasp. “Please don’t!”

Mewling, you rub your swollen nub harder, determined to make yourself squirt before the king decides to punish you and take matters into his own hands.

You catch a faint glimmer from the corner of your eye, and your blood freezes. Eyes deviously glinting, Seokjin stalks over to the bed, untying the silk ties that bind your legs to each bedpost.

The banana that had been inches away from his plush lips moments ago now rests at his side, the once supple fruit now burnished and gleaming underneath the candlelight.

“You have ten seconds to make yourself cum before I flip you over and fuck you with this until the whole palace can hear you screaming,” he snarls.

Inadvertently clenching at his threat, your hips slow, lifting your sticky fingers out of your wet cunt before bringing them to your lips, messily sucking your arousal.

“That’s it. Bend over, slut,” the king growls. “Little whores like you don’t deserve to cum on Sir’s cock.”

Letting out a shiver, you squirm against the bed, drenched in a pool of your own wetness. Blindfolded, you feel a cool breeze enter the room and shiver harder, remembering how King Seokjin threatened to make you moan loud enough for everyone in the palace to hear.

Above you, Seokjin feels his dick twitch in his pants at the sight of you dripping and exposed for him like this. Grinding your hips against the mattress, you are the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

Grasping the golden object tightly in his hands, he brings it closer to your gushing entrance, watching your hole pulse around the tip.

Annoyed with your constant squirming, Seokjin slaps your pussy lightly with it, the cool gold causing you to let out a whimper.

“You should be lucky I’m even fucking your slutty cunt,” he rasps, chuckling lightly. “A filthy whore like you shouldn’t be playing with me, showing me attitude.”

“Sir! I can’t! It feels too good-“ you scream, curling your toes as he pushes the dildo inside of you, fucking it in and out while watching your body jolt underneath him.

The cold metal creates a delicious friction along your slick walls, and you squeal once Seokjin hits a particular spot inside of you. The overstimulation, combined with the loss of your sight and the cold air, causes your nipples to stiffen. Soon enough, you’re clenching around his new toy, convulsing as your orgasm washes over you.

“That’s it, love, cum for me,” Seokjin groans, cock throbbing against the confines of his tight briefs.

Shaking, you pull off the blindfold, eyes tearing from the pleasure you’d just received while looking at the king in front of you. Even while blurred, Seokjin was still the most handsome man you’d ever seen. You wanted nothing more than to pull him into your arms and lay with him here for hours, planting kisses against his pretty lips.

“Was it too much for you?” Seokjin whispers, and you hear the sadness creeping into his voice.

“No,” you whisper back. “I loved every second. I can never get enough of you, my king.”

Seokjin’s heart drops at the formality that drips from your tone. Sometimes, he wishes you’d go out and find someone else, someone who’d be able to touch you, to love you how you deserved. Jealousy fills his chest at the thought of another man who’d be able to see how stunning you looked as you fell apart on his fingers and his cock.

This was all you two were ever meant to be. A king and his concubine. For what woman would ever want to marry a man who’d turn her into gold with one touch? He watches you slip out from his bed, wishing him a good night in your sweet voice. For a brief moment, you pause, and Seokjin imagines the light brush of your lips against his cheek. But then you’re gone, and he’s left alone. Imprisoned by the cold, rigid confines of his curse once again.

A/N pt. 2: Thanks for reading! As always, any feedback or comments are much appreciated, but I appreciate you all anyway. Lots of love, Isi 💜

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faggot-friday · 3 years

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Results from the KotLC Ship Quiz Thing (part one of two)

(Thanks to everyone who did it!)

Question 1: Sofitz, Sokeefe, both, or neither? 46.2% said Sokeefe 46.2% remained neutral 23.1% said Sokeefitz 7.7% said Sofitz 0% said neither

Question 2: Who do you ship Biana with? 61.5% said Sophie 53.8% said Marella 46.2% said Maruca 30.8% said Tam 23.1% said Dex 7.7% said Stina 7.7% said "Honestly probably any of the girls, this child is NOT attracted to guys" (accurate) 0% said Keefe

Question 3: What about... Dex? 61.5% said Fitz 38.5% said Keefe 23.1% said Biana 7.7% said Stina 7.7% said "no one. except me ofc <3/hj" 7.7% said "Aroace Dex" (Dex is either gay or aroace, there is no alternative, he was not written in even a remotely heterosexual way) 0% said Linh 0% said Sophie

Question 4: Linh? 69.2% said Marella 7.7% said Wylie 7.7% said "no one" 7.7% said "lowkey Marella" 7.7% said Sophie 7.7% said "i dont rly ship her w/ anyone rn" 7.7% said "biana, maruca, stina" 7.7% said "stina and maruca <3" 7.7% said "Solinh is very cute" 0% said Fitz 0% said Dex (so basically what I've gathered is that 12/13 voters think Linh should have either a girlfriend or no one, only one thinks she should get a boyfriend)

Question 5: What about Tam? 69.2% said Keefe 30.8% said Biana 15.4% said Glimmer 7.7% said Sophie 7.7% said "lowkey I don't want him to be with anyone" 7.7% said "I think his dynamic with Dex would be really cool if they got more development"

Question 6: Keefe? 61.5% said Tam 53.8% said Sophie 38.5% said Fitz 38.5% said Sophie and Fitz 7.7% said Dex 7.7% said "Dex (and also fintan)" (which terrifies me beyond belief) 7.7% said "sophie ig? but rly i don't care anymore"

Question 7: You think we're nearly at the end? We're not! Haha! A little over halfway, I believe! It's Fitz's turn! 61.5% said Dex 30.8% said Keefe 30.8% said Sophie and Keefe 15.4% said Sophie 7.7% said "fitz x fitz" 7.7% said "idk sophie? but same for keefe don't rly care" 7.7% said "he's not good enough for anyone" (give Fitz a hug and a cinnacreme 2k22) 7.7% said "know what- fitz keefe tam and dex can be in a polycule, as a treat" (thank you) 0% said Linh

Question 8: Sophie time! *jazz hands* 53.8% said Keefe 46.2% said Keefe and Fitz 46.2% said Biana 38.5% said Stina 15.4% said Fitz 7.7% said Tam 7.7% said Dex 7.7% said Marella and Linh 7.7% said "if u can't tell already, i don't rly care about the love triangle anymore" 7.7% said "a good night's sleep <3" (get Sophie sleep 2k22)

Question 9: Marella? 69.2% said Linh 53.8% said Biana 15.4% said Sophie 7.7% said Maruca and Stina 7.7% said "again lowkey Linh" 7.7% said "uhhhhhhh idk no one rn" 7.7% said maruca, stina 7.7% said maruca and stina!!! 7.7% said "I honestly don't know for this one"

Part two will be up next! (with different formatting bc the questions are different)

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amintyworld · 4 years

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Child of The Dome (SBI Rust Server)

Platonic Wilbur Soot x Reader and Tommyinnit x Reader. We got Dadbur and Big Broinnit... It’s all about the found family, folks!

A/N: *Gets a SBI Rust fic idea* *Looks up to see its not written and no one is interested in writing it* *Realizing YOU’RE the one who can write it into existence* As a reminder, this is all RP - THE RUST SERVER HAS LORE, GUYS GALS AND NONBINARY PALS! Also, reader is gender neutral. Enjoy! - Minty

TW: Murder, Major Character Death (Kind of, they can respawn?), Religious Themes, Cult-like behavior, Kidnapping, Cannibalism, Cursing, child abuse (?), shooting/gun violence, sickness. (Let me know if I need to tag anything else!)

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Thunder and lightning roared outside of the Dome Church as Wilbur and Tommy sat inside, continuing their sermon to a few others despite the weather conditions. Just a few hours earlier, Sofa had objected when the rain began to leak through the roof, and was promptly locked outside as punishment, which seemed to quickly quiet a few complaints from the others. “Now, my people, you shall not live in fear of the storm for the Dome will protect all who preach and live its word!” Wilbur said, standing at the podium. “Persevere and the Dome will reward you!”

Murmurs of agreement seemed to sweep through the crowd as their feet shivered - bare, wet and cold. They rose to their feet slowly as Iamty began to play the piano and they hummed along with the tune, their spirits beginning to be lifted. Water seeped into their clothes and chills ran down their spine but nonetheless they stood as Seepeekay, the known Minister, began his prepared speech over the music. Tommy walked through the aisle, holding out a basket for donations as the churchgoers threw whatever they could think to offer inside.

Suddenly a loud knock came from the door - panicked and urgent.

Wilbur grumbled at the interruption, weaving his way through the crowd and opening the door. “Sofa, you have to relearn the Dome’s ways before you can-'' Words died on his lips as Sophie looked to Wilbur worried, a small bundle in her arms. The baby’s cries blended with the thunder and lightning from above, and Wilbur’s eyes scanned the child’s in curiosity.

“Wilbur, I found them outside near the Dome, they’re freezing cold I dunno what to-!” Wilbur’s mind whirred as it began to put the pieces together, frozen in place and not knowing exactly what to do next. Tommy rushed up next to Wilbur, asking what was going on until his gaze landed on the baby as well. “...Wilbur?”

At this, Wilbur’s body quickly snapped to attention, taking the child from Sophie and turning, closing the door shut behind him and keeping Sophie outside. The baby’s eyes glimmered in the light of the torches, their hair a matted and muddy mess padded flat in a circular shape - a dome like shape, if you will. Slowly, he raised his hand to caress the child’s cheek, a fondness beginning to grow in his heart as their cries slowed to a stop, looking up to him in wonder. A loving smile stretched across his face as he booped their nose, sending them into a fit of laughter. Wilbur’s heart couldn’t help but begin to melt at the baby’s smile. He held them close, his own body warmth beginning to warm their small freezing body.

“The storm! It’s stopping!” Pebble shouted as he looked outside, noticing the sun begin to poke through the clouds as the raindrops began to slow.

“Messiah, I believe I have witnessed a miracle today.” Wilbur called as everyone turned to look at him. “This child… this child has stopped the storm, they have stopped the storm for they are a child of the Dome itself. The Dome has spared us for helping one of its own.” Wilbur held up the baby for the congregation to see. “This baby is a miracle and a blessing, a gift of the Dome to us, a gift we must not take lightly.”

“What are we going to do with it?” Scott asked. “Can we- should we just... take them back to the Dome?”

Wilbur couldn’t help the pang of selfishness that came over him at the suggestion. “Take the child back? Slop, the great Dome does not make a mistake. It has given us great gifts and now it’s given us this baby, and you want to rid yourself of them? Shameful! We shall embrace this opportunity, this gift. We’ll make them part of our great family.” Wilbur said, going back to the podium and cradling the child close in his arms. “Since I found them, I’ll look after them.” He moved to press his forehead against the baby’s as the rest of the church looked on in interest. “I dub thee… Dirt.” Wilbur smiled as the congregation erupted in applause.

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Tommy at first objected to adding another person in their already cramped house, but eventually, though he wouldn’t admit it, he became attached to the kid as the months passed. On a particular cold winter day, your crib was stationed by the fireplace, Wilbur out gathering food and supplies. Tommy had one mission and one mission only - to teach you your first swear.

“Come on, it’s not hard. Just say ‘fuck’. You can do it.” Tommy encouraged as you sat in your crib and looked at him, head tilted slightly in confusion. Your small hands reached out toward him.

“Twoh-towh!” You babbled with a smile, and Tommy’s heart melted at the nickname as he sighed fondly.

“Yeah, Tom-Tom.” He agreed, as you reached toward him, wanting to be let out as he carefully picked you up and held you in his arms. Your hands found their way into his hair as they pulled and played with it, squealing happily. “You really like my hair, don’t you?” He asked, amused until you pulled a bit too hard, making the teenager wince in pain, quickly bringing you back down to sit in his lap. “Okay, you played with my hair for a little while, can you say ‘fuck’ now?” You looked confused, moving to pick up a small pebble on the ground instead. “Dirt, I know you can do it, okay?” He moved you so you sat facing him again, and you huffed slightly at the loss of your pebble. “Say ‘fuck’. Like this: ‘ffff-uck’.” He said slower, as if that could possibly do anything to help. Your head tilted again, confused at why Tommy looked so disgruntled at his wasted efforts. He sighed in defeat, moving to put you back in your crib again.

Anger bubbled inside your chest - you didn’t want to be put back in the crib, you wanted to play. “F...FWOA!” You shouted, making Tommy’s eyes glimmer with hope.

“That’s closer, come on, you can do it, Dirt-!” He said, pausing and holding you in mid-air.

Beginning to put the pieces together, you realized that saying the word will keep you from being put back in the crib. Determined, your mind whirred as it looked to Tommy in curiosity. “Fwok…?”

“Almost there, you almost got it…” Tommy encouraged. “Say ‘fuck’.”

“Fffwok, Fuok… fuck!” You managed after a few tries, and Tommy’s eyes brightened with glee.

“Yes, Dirt. Fuck.”

“Fuck!” You repeated, smiling as Tommy once again smiled, bringing you back to the floor. “Fuck.”

The excitement of the exchange slowly made you grow tired as Tommy shifted, leaning against the wall as you began to drift off against his chest, a tiny fistful of his shirt in your hand. Snow began to fall outside, quickly turning into a snowstorm. Feeling tired and not wanting to disturb the sleeping being on his stomach, Tommy slowly began to drift off, leaning against the wall. Only an hour later Wilbur burst into the scene, firmly closing the door behind himself and carrying three large bundles of wood. He looked around, pulling off the scarf around his face and internally awwing at the sight - Big Brother Tommy, who would have thought? Tommy’s hands never moved from supporting you against his chest, worried about you falling over. Not wanting to disturb the siblings, he quietly shed his snow-covered gear, grabbing a blanket and pulling it up around Tommy’s sleeping form, ruffling his hair slightly and carefully talking you from Tommy’s grasp. Your Dad quickly settled you back in your crib, giving your forehead a soft kiss.

“Goodnight, you two.”

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You slowly awoke in the warm arms of someone, outside in the snow, and your three-year-old body shivered. Where was Dad? Dad always was there, if not Tommy, so where was he? You looked up to see a hooded figure with jet black hair and blue eyes. Whoever it was, that was not Dad or Tom-Tom, and you began to cry, getting scared and wanting to see them again. Tears ran down your cheeks as the hooded teenager looked panicked. “Shh, shh… please, you’ve gotta be quiet-”

“WA-BA!” You cried, failing your body as you wailed, crying more.

“Uh, I…” He said, not exactly knowing how to handle the situation. “It’s okay, it’s okay! I know Wilbur, I know your Dad, okay? I’m… I’m taking you right to him, just please stop crying…” He begged. Your body shivered as you sniffled, and let out a sneeze. “Dammit, I told you to stop crying…” He cursed, pulling you closer to his cloak to keep you warm. “Just hold tight, we’re almost there.”

“Wa-ba... “ You sniffed, and the teen’s face shifted into one of… guilt?

“Fucking christ Wilbur what are you doing with a kid-?!” He mumbled to himself, frustrated. “All I wanted to do was check inside and leave, but no.. of fucking course you have a kid-!” You quickly approached a large house of sorts as your captor took a deep breath in front of the door, looking down at you. “Hey, it’s okay. If it goes well, you won’t feel any pain.” He nervously smiled, before looking into your eyes as the smile quickly fell. “Don’t look at me like that, okay? It’s not exactly like I have much of a choice here. If I didn’t return with you, they’d…” He trailed off, before slightly shaking his head of thoughts, pushing the door open and stepping inside. After a few tries, he firmly pulled the door shut, carrying you closer inside and next to a small fireplace that dimly lit the room. “Guys, I’m back. I got the kid.”

Your eyes filled with fear as two figures seemingly appeared from the shadows, smiling and wide-eyed. You quickly drove your face to hide in your captor’s cloak. One with blonde hair and brown eyes reached out toward you slowly, making you retreat further into your captor’s cloaked embrace. “I can’t believe the rumors are true.” The other spoke - much shorter than the other two members, with brown hair and chocolate brown eyes, sporting a green poncho. “The famous ‘Child of the Dome’.” He turned to your cloaked captor. “Much trouble with the wall, Krinios?”

“No, that special ax you gave me worked like a charm,” Krinios replied. Your eyes were fixated on the shorter man’s, noticing how similar to Tommy he looked - they were probably the same age - but something wasn’t right with his eyes. They looked cold and inviting, the light went from where it once had brought warmth and life to the teen - different from the curious scheming brightness of Tommy’s, or how your Dad’s eyes seemed to fill with laughter and love all the time. You didn’t like any of this one bit, you wanted to be back home in Wilbur’s embrace as he’d hum a lullaby, rocking you back and forth to get you to sleep. Not in this room filled with hungry stares and eyes locked onto your body like a wolf’s.

“Come on, little one… I just want to play a game.” The blond one ushered, and you shook your head ‘no’ violently, clinging onto Krinios’s arm tightly, not daring to let go.

“What’s… what’s going on here?” The shorter one asked, gesturing to the scene. “Did they imprint on you or something?”

“Look - I dunno Tubbo,” Krinios admitted, holding up his hands in a sort of surrender. “Maybe they got sick in the cold, they were crying a lot.”

“And you didn’t stuff a sock in their mouth?” The blonde one’s eyes stared down at Krinios’s intently. “I told you we needed the little shit quiet, what if someone heard you?!”

“It’s a baby, Hycei!” Krinios snapped, and Hycei’s mouth turned into a thin line.

“Good god, you feel sympathetic for it…” The blonde groaned before snatching you up forcefully as you let out a wail, grabbing for Krinios desperately. “This is the only way to send a clear message to that freak of a cult that calls itself a church, not to mention Wilbur. We show them what happens when they decide to fuck with us. If we don’t get even now they’ll just keep thinking they can get away with doing whatever they want to us because we won’t fight back.”

“It’s an eye for an eye, Krinios - for all the times they’ve killed us, taken our stuff… they’re bullies, Krinios. Bullies that won’t stop unless we fight back, and Fort Kickass isn’t cowards. Sometimes when you’re the bad guy, Krinios, the only way to fight fire is with fire. Besides,” Tubbo asked, his lips curling in a smile as he unsheathed his knife. “You wanted to try flesh right off the bone, right?” As Tubbo came toward you, you squirmed and tried to wail before Hycei clapped a hand over your mouth to muffle your sound.

“Wait… wait wait wait!” Krinios snapped to action as he thickly swallowed, getting between you and the knife. “What if the kid’s so sick, it affects the flesh? What if we get sick from it?” Tubbo’s cold eyes shifted from his friend’s to the knife in his hand. “I think we should just give it a day or two, you know… maybe this one isn’t the one to try out the new style of flesh thing. Maybe we shouldn’t change perfection, you know what I’m saying?”

“We’ve eaten rotten flesh, I think we’ll be immune to whatever they might have.” Tubbo responded, rolling his eyes. “Don’t forget that those Dome People killed you in cold blood.”

“Aren’t we doing the same thing?” He asked, as the other two’s faces filled with irritation, getting annoyed.

“We’re surviving, Krinios. If you haven’t noticed because of our ‘reputation’ on this server I haven’t eaten in days. I’m hungry.” Hycei said coldly. “Now isn’t the time to be taking the moral high road - do you want to not starve to death?!”

As Krinios hesitated, Tubbo shoved him aside as he approached. “We don’t have time for this.” He huffed, pulling your arm roughly and looking to Hycei. “Hold ‘em still.” You became hysterical, tears flowing freely down your face in panic and wanting to be as far away from that sharp object as possible. As it pressed down and began to cut you let out a shriek in agony as blood and pain overwhelmed your senses, and you bit down on Hycei’s hand, making them retract it and nearly drop you in the process.

He looked pissed. “Why you little-!” Within seconds, pain once again blossomed in your head, your vision swimming with tears. You wanted Dad, you wanted Tom-Tom, you wanted the pain to go away… Whimpering in pain, you curled in on yourself. Your prayers seemed to be quickly answered as the door burst open with two very ticked-off family members you recognized instantly. Wilbur pointed his gun directly at Tubbo’s head as the room began to build with tension, the two leaders just staring at each other.

“Wilbur.” Tubbo said cooly, putting his bloodied knife back in its sheath.

“Tubbo.” Wilbur growled through his teeth. “Where are they? Where’s Dirt?!”

“Oh, is that what you decided to call them?” Tubbo asked, crossing his arms. “Or did your Dome God decide on it?”

“You’ve crossed the fucking line, Tubbo.” Tommy growled, his ax at the ready. “Dirt didn’t do jack shit to you.”

“Oh, I disagree.” Tubbo spat. “Being a part of your sick cult is enough for me. Even so, you can’t blame a leader trying to feed his people, can you? That’s all this is - survival of the fittest. Getting revenge on both of you, well… that’s just a bonus.”

“You’re a sick freak.”

“You’re a scamming cultist.” Tubbo retorted, moving to take you from Hycei’s arms. “Question is, who’s worse?”

“Wa-Ba…” You sniffled as Wilbur moved closer, before Tubbo quickly pressed his knife up against your throat.

“Not another step.” Seeing this, Tubbo pointed his gun at Tubbo’s head, though the cannibal leader seemed unphased. “Kill me and I’ll kill them as soon as the bullet leaves the muzzle.”

“Bulllshit.” Tommy angrily shouted, moving forward next to Wil.

“Do you really want to take that risk?”

Wilbur breathed as his mind whirred to try to think of some kind of solution, his gun trained on Tubbo. “Tommy, get ready.”

“What’s it gonna be, Wilbur Soot?”

Quickly, he shot Tubbo in the leg, making him fall and lose his grip on you as Tommy rushed forward, snatching you up and kicking Tubbo in the face as he tried to grab you back. Hycei, on the other hand, rushed toward Wilbur, as the two fought and eventually Wilbur shot him in the arm, then quickly turned to train his gun at Krinios who held up his hands in surrender. When Tommy saw your injuries it broke his heart as he ripped off a bit of cloth and wrapped it around your arm wound temporarily, wrapping your body in warm blankets. He dried your tears as he rushed back towards Wilbur. “It’s okay, it’s okay…”

“You got what you wanted, just leave.” Krinios begged as Wilbur’s gun stayed trained on him. Wilbur, keeping his eyes on the man in front of him, handed the gun to Tommy as Tommy handed you off to your Dad, who carefully ran his hand through your hair, bringing you close and not planning on letting you out of his arms any time soon.

“You scared me, oh god I thought I lost you…” Wilbur whispered. “It’s okay, it’s all okay now, I’m right here, I’m right here. Shh…” Your hands gripped his shirt and you buried your face in it, feeling comforted by his familiar scent of pine and burnt oak. Your body shook with fear as Wilbur ran his hand along your back in comfort as he turned toward the door. His gentle voice turned cold as he looked toward Tommy, his gun still trained on Krinios. Anger and sadness overwhelmed his heart as he looked upon the one who took you away from him, who tried to take you to your death. Vengeance never tasted so sweet. “Kill him.”

Krinios’s eyes widened. “Wait, wait wait let’s talk about this-!”

Tommy didn’t hesitate as Krinios’s body slumped to the floor as the two made their way back toward the entrance of Fort Kickass. Tubbo sat against the wall, breathing heavily from the pain, glaring at both of them. “This isn’t over.”

“You said you wanted to feed your people, I believe I just provided you with food.” Wilbur shot behind him as he walked toward the entrance. “As for Dirt, if you so much as lay a finger on them I won’t hesitate to take all of you out for good. I wonder who will revive you then.” His eyes glanced over the cannibal leader, making sure Tubbo knew he wasn’t bluffing. “Goodbye, Tubbo.”

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Nobody's Perfect (part5)

Warning - smut (always)

Taglist Taglist @queenshelby @margoo0 @being-worthy @peakyscillian @ntmynouis @janelongxox @elenavampire21 @noctvrnalmoth @ysmmsy @cloudofdisney @lauren-raines-x

You'd spent the rest of that afternoon discussing your characters, and rehearsing your rewritten scenes together. The new dynamic working well for you both off screen and on, and both Steve and the Director Anto couldn't help but be impressed at the new found chemistry the two of you had together over the last week. James, the assistant director, had pulled Cillian away for a chat in his trailer, and he had a face like thunder when he came out afterwards.

"Hey... You okay?" You bumped into him as he was walking back to his trailer.

"I'm good." He squeezed your arm, but carried on walking away from you.

"James had a word then." Sophie's voice behind you startled you.

"About what?"

"There's rumours flying around - about the two of you, have you not heard them?"

"What rumours?"

"The two of you? Sleeping together?" You scoffed at her.

"God, don't be ridiculous Soph, he's nearly 20 years older than me for goodness sake..."

"Y/n... Just be careful. Okay?" You were stunned - what business was it of anyone's who you shared a bed with? You looked round to see if anyone was nearby, wanting to go to his trailer but there were cast and crew members everywhere. You headed to your own trailer instead.

"Sophie told me what James said Cill..." You texted him, sitting down on your sofa.

"Why can't I just be allowed to move on? Why is there always something that's standing in my way huh?" A quick reply.

"What do we do?"

"If he finds out we're together off camera it could cause you real problems y/n. He sees it as massively unprofessional.. thinks it'll affect the way we are together.. I think it's fucking bullshit personally, you're playing my wife for god's sake..."

"Not married yet Cill... That's next week's scene."

"We need to spend less time together off set.. we're clearly raising suspicions." Your heart lurched, but you knew what he said made sense. At least until filming finished next week, then it was no one's business what happened.

"Okay... Gonna be hard though.."

"Can't wait til I can see you again properly xx"

"Me too. I've seen Clara's wedding dress already, it's beautiful Cill xx"

"Not as beautiful as you will be in it xx"

"I'm heading back to Ireland for a couple of days in the morning - mam's birthday. I'll be back Sunday night xx"

"I'm heading to my sister's place in Liverpool tonight. Wish I could spend it with you though xx"

"Me too babe. Gonna be a long weekend without you xx"

The weekend was the longest you'd been apart since day one of filming, and it was just as difficult as you thought it would be. You'd tried not to bother him so he could spend time with his family, but he couldn't get enough of you. He'd send you photos of him and his brother drinking in Cork city, you replied with photos of you and your sister in Liverpool.

You were waiting onset, your hair pristine, makeup done, and the long, white, flowing dress fitted to perfection, even over the small 'bump' you were wearing underneath your dress - Clara was 5 months pregnant. You hadn't had chance to see Cillian since his return the night before - his flight back had been delayed and he didn't get in until nearly 3am. All you were waiting for was Paul Anderson, his character Arthur, was to walk you down the aisle, after your onscreen father had been killed off in an earlier episode. Paul came onset and couldn't take his eyes off you. He pulled you close for a gentle hug, earning a glare from your hair and makeup lady Jenny. He chuckled and pulled away, before leaning in to whisper in your ear.

"Cillian's a very lucky man, and I hope to god he realises that y/n." You pulled back sharply, shaking your head.

"There's nothing between me and Cill, Paul.." he winked at you and offered you his arm, ready to film the scene. Jenny came over to fix your veil over your head, covering your face. The main director, Anto, called Action, and the wedding march music played. The doors to the small newly built chapel opened and you and Arthur walked down the aisle. You could see Cillian in his navy blue suit at the end, his eyes on you. You could almost feel the emotion radiating from him.

You stood next to him, and he lifted the veil over your head. You could tell he was fighting Cillian, and trying to remain as Tommy, but he couldn't stop himself winking at you when he knew the camera wouldn't be on him, making you blush. His eyes also wandered down to the bump under your dress, and you could tell it was bringing back painful memories for him, but he held it together to get the scene done.

The scene complete, it was time for the cast to move onto the reception set. You were about to walk with everyone before an arm pulled you behind a curtain.

"Paul's covering me for 10minutes, y/n, I needed to see you..." His lips were on yours in seconds, as he pulled you down a small set of steps into a secluded backstage room. Locking the door behind him, he pulled you back to him quickly. You could feel how hard he was underneath the trousers and you gasped as he started to hitch your dress up your legs.

"Fuck.. Cillian we can't do this here..."

"We've got... 7 minutes.. yes we can..." He spun you round and leaned you over an amplifier, must've been a spare for the music they needed for the wedding scene. Lifting your dress over your hips, you heard him unzip his trousers and line himself up against you.

"No underwear?" He questioned.

"Tight fitting dress... Shit..." He pushed himself in and quickly built up a powerful rhythm. You'd gone on the pill after your little mishap earlier that month.

"Fuck.. you got tighter.."

He pounded into you, you had to cover your mouth to keep yourself quiet. Your much needed orgasm was building rapidly, as you heard him panting behind you, his hips snapping into you harder.

Before you knew it, you came hard over him, and he followed quickly with a deep groan - hot streams of cum flowing into you like a fountain. He pulled out slowly, and you felt a tissue between your legs as he cleaned you up - you couldn't risk a trace of anything being left on you before you did the next scenes. He zipped his trousers up and helped to pull your dress back down, checking both of you over to make sure you still looked as you did before, incredibly you did. He pulled you to stand, and adjusted the bump under your dress slightly.

"You look beautiful, y/n. You really do."

"You look so handsome in that suit Cill..." He kissed you, his hand lingering on the bump a little longer. You felt butterflies, you couldn't help it. Separating, you made your way to the next scene.

Walking into the set, you could see James eyeing you from the corner suspiciously. Cillian was already there, stood with Paul having their hair and makeup readjusted slightly for the new lighting. Jenny waved for you to come to her for the same thing. The penultimate scene for the cast and crew.

You and Cillian were wrapped up in each others arms that evening on the sofa in his hotel room, some cheesy 90s horror film on the TV, but neither of you really paying much attention to it.

"Babe, I think we need to talk..." He said, as he pulled back and you sat up, fingers still entwined with his as you played with the hard skin by his thumb nail.

"Sounds ominous..."

"Filming ends tomorrow... James has already threatened to go to the press about us if we don't stop this.."

"What are you saying, Cill?" You released his hand, preparing yourself for the worst.

"Y/n this is your dream.. and I can't be the one to end that for you.. but at the same time I can't be the one to end this either. I need to know what it is you want? The press will eat us alive - there's 20 years between us.."

"I want you." Not even a glimmer of doubt. "I've been thinking long and hard about this all weekend. If I have to choose Cillian, I choose you. Every time. I don't care about the tabloids."

"Your career -"

"My career means nothing if I don't have you beside me! Don't you want me?"

"Of course I want you, that's not even a question.."

"Then what's the issue? Steve is one of the nicest guys in the industry and he ADORES you.. surely he can't feel the same way as James? I'm sick of sneaking around, pretending like nothing is going on between us! I wanna shout it from the rooftops! I want to be with you properly, and if that means I take a beating from the tabloids then so be it. If it means I'm not in series 2, so be it. There will always be other stories, other roles - there will never be another you..." You leaned forward and captured his lips in yours. He returned the kiss, and pulled you into his lap.

"I'm falling for you.. in fact no, I've fallen for you. Completely. Seeing you in that dress, with the bump underneath.. even though you were Clara, all I saw was y/n. I saw everything. Our future - what could be. It terrifies me but excites the shit outta me at the same time."

"Cillian.. I love you. I've loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you."

"I love you. I'll sort this. Let me talk to Steve tomorrow. James clearly had this weird little power trip going on.. but I'll sort it. You'll be in series 2, I promise you that."

"Even if I'm not - "

"Y/n, I'm executive producer of series 2 - trust me, you'll be in it." You smiled.

"And the press?"

"Fuck the press."

"I'd rather fuck you?" He grinned and kissed you again. Deepening the kiss as you grinded your hips into his, that erection pushing into your core with each push.

"You coming to Ireland with me when we wrap up tomorrow?"

"Try and stop me."

#cillian smut #cillian x fem!reader #cillian murphy #cillian murphy x reader #cillian x smut

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corruption-exe · 3 years

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ur cool, my friend. imma write a glimmer x sophie masquerade ball fic later today

sounds... intresting, but i swear, if you add anymore angst, i might yeet something.

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extremelyblackandwhite · 4 years

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handmaid - 24

PAIRING: mob!sebastian stan x ingenue!reader

WARNINGS: age gap

A/N: sorry for the delay of this one i kept getting distracted by gilmore girls quizzes 😂 i hope you enjoy this one xx

NEXT CHAPTER

In my life, I'm no longer alone now the love in my life is so near. Find me now, find me here ...

Things had started to become boring in the Forrest household. She certainly remember Christmases being more lively and filled with magic and joy. Maybe it was because the staff was gone or because her whole magic and joy was a whole half hour away from where she was standing. She had spent most of the day making friendly conversation with several associates, trying to avoid Mr. Williams and his constant riddle mode of speaking. However, something was bothering her, it was bothering her that Sebastian had been in the house and seemingly hadn’t been around ever since her 18th, at least following whatever a very drunk Gwen could recall. She was certain that Dan was surely hiding something judging by how he seemed to change the subject whenever she questioned about his statement about her meeting Sebastian prior to when she thought, immediately moving to talk about the house in the Paris.

She could almost guess that Sebastian definitely wouldn’t say anything either considering he had rather harshly sent her off without even considering her offer. Besides, she had already gotten one voicemail from him and she didn’t feel like getting into more issues by sneaking around to ask him about something he probably wouldn’t remember.

- Gwen ... - Y/N mindlessly called out for her friend who was eating some macarons one of the guests had brought. - Do we have photos from our 18th?

- Why? - she questioned, placing another treat on her mouth.

- Well I ... I thought I would do a slideshow for your wedding. - she shrugged it off and Gwen gave her a confused look before returning to her little box of treats.

- There should be some photo albums on the attic. You better not pick any unwanted baby pictures of me, Y/N. - she pointed at her in a threatening manner but Y/N just shook it off, jumping from the seat of the kitchen.

She looked around, hoping no one was watching her which thankfully no one was as most associates had retired to Mr. Forrest’s office for cigars and mob conversations while the wives were all seemingly enchanted with Sophie. Y/N took this opportunity to sliver across the living room and into the staircase that led to the attic. She knew that no one wanted to give her answer but she was gonna figure out why it seemed like the last time Sebastian had been allowed in the house was seven years ago.

Slowly and surely yet silently, she pulled the door of the attic open, climbing the stairs into the same place she used to rush to whenever life downstairs became just too much to deal with. For safety, she closed the door and stood up looking around at the series and series of boxes and shelves present within the attic. It was after all where everything seemed to end up whenever it wasn’t needed anymore.

She focused her attention on the main shelves, going through various and various albums until she found the one she’d been looking for. Grabbing it enthusiastically, she opened the dusty album, noticing the very first picture was of a seemingly younger Sebastian standing next to Daniel. There was no fooling her eyes, however, what seemed to ring curiosity was the next page where it was a photo of her next to Gwen cutting the cake with Sebastian by Gwen’s side.

Silently, she continued to look through the photos and the more she looked the more photos where he showed up seemed to pop up. Then, out of the sudden something rather heavy fell on top of her lap which made her let out a surprised scream. Y/N put her hand over her mouth, looking up to see the family cat walking on top of some high standing albums.

- There you are. - she lifted her arms to pick the cat. - Almost killed me, Luca.

The cat continued to pace around the attic while Y/N took a rather confused look at the album. It looked much older than the other albums, full of dust with the leather cover with some rips and dents due to time passage. She bite her lip before opening it up. The very first picture was off a woman standing in front of the Palais Garnier wearing what looked like a theatrical ball gown with her hair pushed into a bun surrounded by gold strings. However, what called for Y/N’s attention was the gold necklace wrapped around her neck.

Quickly, she took her necklace off, putting it next to photo on the album. It was the same necklace, although it was small, the little robin in the middle didn’t fool her and when looking at the picture side to the necklace she just knew it was the same necklace. Her hands ripped the picture off the old paper, turning it around to see a rather quick and barely legible handwriting.

- Robin. - she whispered to herself before shoving the picture on her back pocket and placing the album pack in his shelf. Quickly, she made her way out of the attic, closing the door behind her as she went down the stairs back to where Gwen was. She was still sat on the kitchen stool now drinking a glass of rosé, happily content with her heiress lifestyle. - Gwen, can you cover for me?

- What? - the heiress slowly blinked her eyes wondering if the alcohol had travelled up to her hearing sensory. - Where are you going? Everything is closed.

- C’mon, Gwen.

- Should we negotiate? - she raised her glass. - You have to cover for me and Christian when we’re back at the penthouse.

- Weekends. - she rebutted.

- Weekends and Fridays. - Gwen glared and Y/N sighed nodding her head to which the heiress smiled triumphally.

In all honesty, Y/N did not know where she was going or what to do, all she knew is that she needed to just drive off. Stealing the keys from the plate by the door, she stepped out of the house, looking at the fluffy yet drivable snow setting and with a sigh she entered one of the drivers’ cars driving off before someone could notice she was gone.

Her eyes were on the road as she mindlessly let herself drive around still very confused as to why there was a picture of a woman named Robin using her necklace. Was that her mother? She didn’t know, all she knew is that mindlessly or not she had ended up driving to where, subconsciously, she would rather be.

Stepping out of the car, she greeted the valet who despite being Christmas and cold was still outside and gave her a kind smile, opening the doors for her. Y/N got inside the lift, putting the code on the lift which sent her into the penthouse. Quietly, she paced inside the penthouse before sitting down on the coach looking at the ceiling trying to collect her thoughts. Maybe she shouldn’t try to find answers as whenever she looked for them, she found more questions.

- Angel? - she turned her head to the staircase where Sebastian was standing, his hair almost as shaggy as the picture she had seen the day prior. - What are you doing here? Are you hurt?

- No, I just ... I just needed a bit of a break. - she sighed, forcing a smile while he had clearly noticed as a fake one. - Too many people in the room.

- I thought you liked a full Christmas. - he smirked, walking over to her side.

- I just ... I just need some time away. - his heads went over to her quivering lip which she was trying to hide by biting on her own lip. Her signature nail pulling was also present along with her eyes standing up as if she was avoiding to cry.

- Hey ... - Sebastian sat by her side, arms wrapping around her side. - What happened?

- I'm okay, it’s really nothing. I just needed some time away from all the mob associates and Gwen and everything that comes along with it. - her head leaned against his shoulder, watching the stillness of the room filled with nothing but the sounds of the heater and the small fall of the rain against the windows.

- Did they treat you badly?

- They treat me as well as they’re able. Not their fault really. - she laughed which sounded more like sigh rather than a laugh. Sebastian didn’t take kindly to this, wishing he had never let her depart his side but yet again Y/N was her own woman and he would never force her to do something she didn’t want. He didn’t think anyone could really do as such despite her kindness looking endlessly ever lasting. - How’s your Christmas been?

- Paperwork. How’s yours?

- I think I know what my mother looked like. - her eyes locked with his, with a tint of glimmering shimmer which held the most compassionate emotion he’d ever experienced. - I found an old photo in the attic of the woman wearing the same necklace as me.

- That’s good, isn’t it? - he smiled, kissing her forehead as she struggled to find the folded up piece off her trousers, handing it over to him. He unfolded the photo which had began to age with time, the colours not as bright as they used to be but he could recognise the necklace wrapped around the woman’s neck as Y/N’s necklace. However, it was not that he first recognised. Rather, he recognised the woman’s eyes as the same as Y/N’s. The same constant kindness and glimmer which warmed the coldest of hearts. - Good to put a face to the name, I believe.

- Yeah, well I ... I should return home before they realise I’m gone. - she started to get up, but his grip on her thigh didn’t allow her to fully get up.

- Do you wanna stay here, angel? - he questioned and Y/N found it hard to fully answer. She had to go back, it wasn’t like she had a place other than the one in France to lie about and say she was staying there instead. - Don’t think too much. Do you wanna go back to the Forrest’s house?

- I ... - she scratched the back of her head, eyes moving up to the ceiling. She should want to go home, right? It’s her childhood place, it’s the place holding all her cherished Christmas memories but did she want to go back to forced laughters and faking smiles at associates, their wives and specially Mr. Williams? - No, I don’t.

- Do you want me to make arrangements for a hotel room or would you rather stay here with me, angel?

- Can I stay here? - she looked up from her sitting position, a coy like expression of her face. - If it’s okay with you.

- Angel, you can stay wherever you’d like.

- But what if I get in trouble? I don’t wanna get in trouble or upset Mr. Forrest, he’s alway ...

- Angel, you work for me. You signed my contract, I can pull you off holiday whenever I want. - he seemed to leave her for a few minutes to go make a call and Y/N continued in the coach. Opening the photo again she couldn’t help but be hypnotised by the photo, specially the look on the woman’s face. She couldn’t be any older than 30, most likely in her mid 20′s with the type of smile that makes everyone want to break into song, the type of smile that raises your cheeks up and crinkles the sides of your eyes. Her dress was black and skin tight at the bodice before it fell like a princess bowl gown. The fabric itself was embroidered with gold like thread in what looked like several flowers. Her hair was pulled back, completely up in a ballerina bun with various gold strings which called even more attention for the nestled necklace in the middle of her collarbones. Whoever that woman was, she had owned the same necklace that now rested on Y/N’s neck.

She wondered why that picture was in the attic. All Mr. Forrest had told her while growing up was that her parents had been part of his workforce and were dead. She never knew how she had died, their names or how they looked, she had never questioned him either afraid her curiosity would come out as rude. As mere workers and if Robin was her mother why would her photo be in attic? Why was she dressed in what looked like an expensive gown standing in front of an Opera House? Y/N wondered why she had never questioned it, maybe it was out of respect for Mr. Forrest, Gwen and Dan who had taken her into the family, raised her a such with as much prestige as they could. Nevertheless, even if her parents were mere workers, she would like to at least know their names or when they died, where they were buried even.

- He wasn’t very happy but you can stay. - Sebastian broke her off her thought pattern, standing behind her in the couch, hands on her shoulder which gave off a sort of warmth that made her want to forever relish in. - Look upset about it if he ever asks you.

- Thank you. - her whole face softened as her cheek leaned against his hand on her shoulder, a stark contrast between the softness of her skin to the roughed nature of his hands.

- I’ll arrange for your stuff to be picked up tomorrow. - his grip grew slightly tighter on her shoulder in a protective manner. - And if you want, we can look through my father’s old contact book. See if we find anyone named Robin there if it would put you to rest.

- You’d do that for me? - she questioned with surprise laced in her voice. He was a private person and his father before him sounded even more private. She’d heard countless stories of how ruthlessly mysterious the man was so it sat a bit uneasy on her that his son was allowing her to go through his contacts.

- I would do anything for you, angel.

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