#yash fic

[mayakimayahai]

Kill lady

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An: as promised here it is, take it easy on me okay? This is just my way of giving him the kill lady he truly deserves (is that foreshadowing? Yes? No? Maybe..well okay only a little bit) hope you like it

Summary: after the meeting is over he realizes the quite innocent girl in the corner was a wolf in sheep's clothing, he doesn't really mind it tho

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The sun was beginning to set letting the evening clouds take over, a breeze of cold air sent a shiver down her spine while she hid behind one of the pillars waiting for her opportunity

He finally walked out the room after finishing up some stuff after the meeting was over

He walked through the corridor with a frown on his face opening a few buttons to let some air in

The cold air was starting to get to her, maybe a saree wasn't the best choice, she shivered making her hair fall on her face frustrating her further

Making a make shift bun she put in on of her daggers to keep it still

Her eyes found him again, him walked along the open collider made it easy to monitor him

The others had left..well minus Kamal

His head was around somewhere

She was glad he killed him, wasn't exactly ethical to kill your own client

He saved her the trouble

Someone rushed after him with a file in hand but with a single flick of his wrist he dismissed him giving her the perfect opportunity

He was alone with no one to bother him for a while

She tucked the pallu of her saree in her waist, putting on the silencer on the gun while putting on her glasses again

Soft air touched her shoulder making her push her hair back

Holding her gun properly she slowly creeped up behind him

She quickly caught up to him, when looking Around she noticed they were the only two people on the floor

He held her wrist, her eyes widened but before she could withstand the shock he knocked the gun out of her hands

She looked at the gun on the ground cursing at herself for not being more vigilant "tum?" He looked at her amused making her face him

He was more amused than angry

You really shouldn't underestimate a pretty face but it doesn't always turn out too bad

She grunted launching at him but he dodged her easily, she shouldn't have underestimated him but she sure enjoyed a challenge

Pulling out of her daggers she got away when he tried to grab her

She winked pushing him against the wall with her knife at his throat

The smile she had on her face was shortlived as he hit her wrist knocking the knife out of her hand

He held her wrist turning them around so she was the one against the wall

His hot breath reached her face as he looked at her still not quite believing this, she huffed a smile pushing him back with a kick to his stomach

He stumbled backwards but that gorgeous smile never left his face

He truly was amushed holding his stomach he chuckled "aayela kill lady?"

She smirked liking this a little too much, he was different..she liked it

She lunged at him again but he held her arms pushing her more into the wall examining her eyes "apun ko maarne aayi hai?" He smiled

He had never seen someone like this and it truly showed in his eyes that he couldn't believe himself

And she was here for him? That did things to his heart

"Dikh nahi raha" she flashed him a smile with her lips pressed in a line as she punched his neck getting him to leave her alone

He stumbled backwards taking a minute to recover giving her the opportunity to grab her gun off the floor

Coming back up he smiled having the time of his life

He couldn't believe it forgetting everything except her

He was ready to die at her hands right here if she pleased

Her eyes shined as he stared at them slowly and sensually loosing his mind

He wasn't even mad about it

She came at him again, this time he didn't even stop her- but something did

A ring

Flashing of her earpiece

She cursed under her breath tapping twice to answer it while having him pinned against the wall with her forearm on his neck "kinda in the middle of something right now" she snarled

Her being distracted like this gave him the perfect opportunity to look at her all he wanted

Her jhumke chimed as she talked her way through

He was mesmerized

Her on the other hand she didn't know who she wanted to kill herself or peirce

She picked the worst times

And didn't even apologize for it

Ofcourse why would she, she was the boss after all

Maya couldn't wait to be rid of her

"Stop" the voice came through making her eyes widen while he looked at her dumbfounded

"wHat??" She took a step back not believing this, the nerve of this women

He didn't like the frown on her face and streched out his fingers to touch her forehead getting some hair out of her face

That made her jerk her head in his direction fuming with anger while he just smirked "I need you to leave NOW maya" the voice came through again making her mutter a few curses

"You want me to leave the mission" maya asked digging her gun into his chest making him wrap his fingers around her wrist

She couldn't quite make out the expression on his face

She was too busy reasoning with peirce to even think for a second what was going on inside his head

"Kill him isn't worth the price maya come back now" she said hanging up the phone leaving maya open mouthed

"Wha- did she just??" She closed her eyes running a hand over her face "that bitch" she muttered

She closed her eyed taking deep breaths

She had him

Just one click of his gun and his body would be on the floor right now bleeding out

But no THAT-

She took deep breaths trying to stay calm

She could just squeeze her tiny little neck watching as the air slowly left her body

She was almost done

The mission was over- but no she had to intrupt her like this

She backed up closing her eyes trying to keep herself calm

"Kismat achi hai tumhari" she let out a bitter chuckle taking her pallu out letting it fall and securing her gun in place

She turned away a gush of wind taking out her frustration

Before leaving she didn't know what got into her but she turned around to face him once again

He took in the sight infront of him

His face instantly relaxed

His heart on the other hand?

It appeared it had a different plan

Her brows knitted "main nahi toh koi aur" she looked at the floor "zinda rehna" she breathed "Reh sakte ho" she turned once again

But before she could leave his fingers curled around her wrist

Her head snapped back fury in her eyes "leaving sona?" He asked that smirk not leaving his face

"Itni jaldi" his fingers tightened while he pulled her towards him, her anklet chiming while her pallu collided with his face

His eyes met hers as he softly took the net off his face

He pulled her away from the stairs "tum!" She shrieked trying to pull her arm away but he just chuckled dragging her into the last room of the corridor

She couldn't kill him anymore

The consequences weren't worth his head

Oh but it would look so good as a decorative piece in her room

Such pretty eyes

Shining when the sun touches them

She struggled trying to pull herself away but he pulled her into the room with ease

His hand left hers making her stumble for a second before she caught herself

Her eyes scanned the room

There were a few people in there

Approximately 6 or 7 excluding them

"Mereko ko marne ki koshish karne ke baad aase toh nahi jaane de sakta" he gave her half a smile

She laughed at the absurdity "zinda chood diya khush raho" she turned Around but his goons surrounded her

Did he think she could not leave? Ha this guy

"Kisne bheja tujhe sona?" He leaned on his side letting his elbow sit on the armrest while he leaned on his fist

"Tumhe marne aakeli aae. yahan se bahar nahi nikal paungi?" she laughed looking at the guys who thought too highly of themselves

If she wanted to she could burn this place to the ground without even a flick of her wrist

But that would attract too much attention and she would be answerable to the old hag

"Kisne bheja tujhe sona" he asked again

She sighed not giving him the time of day and looking back at the two guys blocking the exit

Two guys? Easy

Collateral damage

Peirce couldn't really blame her for collateral damage now could she? Maya smirked

Finally a way to take out her frustration

She wasn't going to hurt him but that didn't mean she couldn't have some fun

She turned Around but his mean held her back while he sat on the chair all powerful watching the scene unfold

She chuckled making him frown

"Tumhe nahi mar sakti par.." she smiled

She turned to her left making the guy's hold tighten around her and his jaw clench at the sight

He was relived when she let out a low and small smile

She hit his shoulder but he didn't budge and she couldn't exactly get to her weapon being a little tied up at the moment

Looking up to meet his eyes she kicked on of them in the shin to make him fall to his knees

She dug her heel into his leg as her fist collided with his nose making him scream in agony as she crawled back holding his nose

This gave her the perfect opportunity to pull our her knife to stab the other one

Her knife entered his throat like hot knife on melted butter she truly loved the process

Sliding the knife down his throat making some of his blood splash onto her own neck she pulled out the knife

His hands made their way to this throat but he couldn't do anything except look helpless

The first one tried to get up but she just kicked his leg once more making him sit still in his place, she graced him with a knife right between his eyes

Once he fell to the ground as well she cracked her next

No one else dared to move from their place, his palm stopping them keeping them where they are

she took of her glasses inspecting them "tsk" she wiped the blood with the pallu of her saree

"So where were we" their eyes met

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Prequel to kill lady sona

@vijayasena @meenammaisslay @mein-teri-mehbooba

[milla984]

Bari Ninnanne Bayasuvenu (I just want you)

Summary: Three years after joining Rocky as a business partner, Reader is forced to admit she's developed feelings for him. What she doesn't know is that Rocky has been keeping a secret of his own

Pairing: K.G.F. Rocky x fem!reader

Category: smut (NSFW, 18+, MDNI)

TW/CW: kissing, fingering, handjob, brief mention of drinking

Word Count: 3k

You checked the skirt of your plain evening dress as you made your way to the dining room, admiring the design of the marble tiles on the floor; you bumped into Mallamma in the main hall and she jumped, startled, while she tried to balance three empty scotch glasses on a tray. You knew Rocky was familiar with the habit of drinking whisky before a meal – any meal – but three glasses were not the norm. “Am I too early?” 

“Oh, no no…” she replied, nervously gesturing for you to go, “he’ll be with you in no time.”

That wasn’t the norm, either: if she was trying to get rid of you it only meant one thing, so you took a deep breath. Now that you were paying more attention to your surroundings you could hear muffled voices coming from the corridor; Mallamma grabbed your wrist, a silent plea to just keep walking and wait for your host to join you for dinner. You caressed her arm and shook your head in return, then you opened the door she’d closed behind her a few moments before and stopped in the middle of the foyer to eavesdrop on the conversation going on only a couple of feet away from you. 

“I don’t care if she’s granting you deals with the Americans. That’s never been part of our plan.” 

Andrews, you snorted. His hunger for a bigger slice of Narachi was making him impatient, even though you could actually smell the hesitation in his words. And you were sure Rocky could, as well. “It’s my job to make sure this company progresses. Not yours,” he replied. 

“Now, hold on… you come from nothing,” Kamal’s voice chimed in, and you felt your blood boil, “we should be the ones to decide. This is our legacy, you owe us respect.”

The room went quiet for an instant, then you heard a tsk-tsk sound and immediately pictured Rocky pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers. “Spoken like a spoiled boy who doesn’t know respect must be earned. Your position here has nothing to do with merit,” he retorted, “I come from nothing, yet I have achieved something you can hardly imagine.”

It would have been the perfect occasion for Kamal to shut up, though he’d never been a clever man. “I’m going to do better than you, soon” he laughed, “the only thing I’m missing is a bitch on a leash… maybe I could borrow yours.”

This time after a relatively short pause came a squishy noise followed by a high-pitched whimper and a soft thud on the carpet. In almost three years of business partnership you’d never witnessed Rocky disrespecting a woman or allowing his associates to do so – Mallamma was one of the few people he trusted the most and he’d never even raised his voice in her presence. Also, he may or may not have been responsible for the broken arm and hand of one of Shetty’s henchmen, when he’d gotten too frisky with the sister of one of the boys working for him.

“Why. Can’t we. Just be nice,��� Rocky quipped. “I’m trying to be nice to you! I don’t call you a dog… and trust me, the first thing that comes to my mind when I look at you is actually a pooch. All bark and no bite.”

Kamal was breathing so heavily his rage was palpable through the walls. “You… you need to be shown your real place—”

“Enough,” Andrews’ voice snapped. Unlike his younger companion he knew when to give up a fight with a much stronger opponent. “We helped shape this place the way it is. Remember who we are before you make your next move,” he added as his head popped in the archway, with Rocky and Kamal in tow.

“Oh, I will… but right now I’ve got far more pressing issues to take care of,” Rocky said before they all noticed your presence, and the simple fact he wasn’t no longer paying attention to them enraged the two even further. 

Andrews brushed past you, the grip on the chain with the cross pendant so tight that his knuckles were turning pale; Kamal stood at your side as he followed, then leaned forward to whisper in your ear. “One of these days I’ll show the world who the real leader of K.G.F. is.”

You kept your eyes fixed on Rocky, but you didn’t miss the bruises on Kamal’s face. “I am already looking at him,” you declared and he eventually admitted defeat, striding out of the foyer and wiping the back of his hand under his nose to stop the bleeding.

You crossed your arms over your chest. “You’re late.”

Rocky gave you one of his best smirks at the sight of your attire.

A couple of hours before a large box had appeared on the covers of the queen-size bed in the guest room you’d been assigned to, containing a green saree embroidered with exquisite golden details – his smile was the confirmation he’d gotten your message loud and clear: you were not his bitch, nor a plaything to doll up as he pleased.

“Last minute, unplanned meeting,” he apologized, with a very unapologetic attitude, “so many people are still obsessing over losing this place to an outsider like me.” 

“How many of your ‘last minute, unplanned meetings’ end with someone being punched?”   

Rocky rolled his eyes, almost as if he was reflecting thoroughly on the answer. “Only the informal ones.”

You approached him and sighed. “So… care share the juicy details?”  

“Suryavadhan was not wrong. A single man can’t possibly rule an empire by himself, he needs reliable partners. The thing is… how can I trust my partners, if they are the main reason why I got here?!”

He had a valid point, without doubt. “What are you thinking?” he inquired a few moments later, while he tugged at his beard.

“Well, I was under the impression you already had your mind set on pitching them against each other.”

He smiled, mischievously. “Next step – putting ideas into action, correct?”     

You stared at him, as you had been doing for the past months during your frequent visits at the mansion. You’d watched him closely – falling asleep on the veranda with the constant whirring of the fan blowing his hair off his face on a hot summer afternoon or standing on the top balcony as the sun was setting, his statuesque figure projecting a long shadow behind him – and secretly hoped he’d been watching you in return.

“Eh, cinna… something wrong?! You seem worried,” his voice brought you back to Earth, “they’re not going to touch you, they wouldn’t dare.”

“I’m not worried,” you replied, unsure of how to approach the situation. You had no reason to believe your presence in his life had to do with anything but a profitable work collaboration. “Why did you really hit Kamal?” you asked, lowering your gaze. “Was it my name you were defending or the business partnership you’ve signed up for?”  

“I hate that kind of language as a general rule,” he explained, and you shrugged in a feeble attempt to hide your frustration. “Also, it’s a good thing they probably think I was defending my investment.”

As you were about to leave he winked at you and cupped your cheeks with his hands, gently raising your chin. “I didn’t want them to be the first to know you mean so much more to me, priyatame.”

Your head started spinning fast. “But you’ve never—”

“I can be patient, if the situation requires it,” he whispered on your lips.

You stood on your tiptoes and let him squeeze you tighter; he always wore his shirts unbuttoned and now you could tell the heat radiating from his bare chest was almost divine. His arms went around your back, drawing you closer. 

“Uhm… dinner is about to be served,” said Mallamma, behind you, and Rocky smiled before he turned his head in her direction.

“Give us ten minutes…? Thank you,” he requested in a soft tone, “and close the door, would you?”

You were still nestled in his embrace when you caught a glimpse of Mallamma nodding and blushing as she walked away; you giggled, in turn, but Rocky was quicker to claim your mouth for himself.

His beard felt good on your skin – so good you had to fight the urge to grab a chunk of his hair and let yourself crumble to the ground under the weight you were desperate to have on top of you. He was taking his time, though, conveying weeks of yearning in a delicate kiss; there was a sweetness to him that clashed with his strong public persona and that he only showed to those he really cared about. Knowing you were among them made your heart melt. 

You were still basking in the afterglow of this epiphany when the warmth of his breath and the hot intrusion of his tongue sparked in you the desire for another part of him, so you let your fingers run blindly to his belt. Out of the blue, a thought crept into your brain: truth to be told, the fair possibility that everything about him was very well proportioned to his imposing physique concerned you a little. You jolted at the flimsy satin being ripped all of a sudden, an indication that he was clearly done with fighting his own urges.

“Rocky!! So much for being patient!” you complained while he lifted you up to make you sit on his desk and helped you out of the top portion of the gown, the sleeves and the bodice gathering in your lap in a cascade of shapeless fabric.

He snorted. “I can get you new ones. You’ll never wear the same thing twice.”

You pushed his hair back as you looked into his beautiful dark eyes. “That would be something fit for a queen, not for me.”

He smirked at you for the second time, then his fingers crawled under your pleated skirt to trail up and latch onto your panties, pulling them down. You were not prepared to the sensation of the pure gold finishes cold and smooth under your ass, but what left you gawking was Rocky tucking your underwear in the front pocket of his jacket. “Here you are mine.”

“I don’t care about being a queen,” you replied, “I just want you.”

He showered your shoulders with light pecks, tracing the outline of your collarbones and moving up towards your ear to nuzzle at the earlobe while he spread your legs; he ghosted the back of his hand along your inner thighs so he could playfully ran his fingertips through the hair you kept neatly trimmed and you squirmed in anticipation. You were craving his touch and he was enjoying every second of it, yet he let out a muffled yelp when you dug your nails into his neck.

“How come you’ve never told me…?!” he joked, and you squirmed again after he reached for your folds. He marveled at your wetness with a delighted laugh, a low rumble in his throat that echoed deep within your soul. You pulled him towards you to demand another kiss and Rocky eagerly complied, squeezing the lacing of your bra with his free hand – a large hand. Concern about his real size once again popped in your mind, only to be pushed aside by the exquisite torment he was inflicting on your tender flesh.

He kept dancing around your outer lips to part them and tease you at a slow pace. You had to catch your breath for a second after he started to stroke your clit with his thumb, soon followed by his long finger slipping inside of you. You whimpered when he added another one and curled them up, getting them covered in your slick arousal on every in-and-out movement.

“Wait… dinner’s ready,” you managed to articulate, in between breaths.

“…so?!” he questioned as he pressed his forehead on your temple.

You purred. “Are you not hungry?”

Rocky removed his fingers, hovering them on your mouth so you could bite them and taste yourself, then dropped down in front of you with his palms flat on your knees. You rolled your skirt up but he stood still, waiting for you to grab his nape again and guide his face between your legs.

Something you had never pictured in your numerous fantasies over the past months was a less than elegant technique that involved sucking and lapping on every inch of you he could find – a lack of finesse that didn’t stop you from swaying your hips to the rhythm of his best efforts, because his groans resembled the humming song of a man famished for your pussy. Without even realizing you lowered your elbows on the desk, resting your forearms on the surface while you pushed yourself against his mouth to get more of his beard tickling your most sensitive spots.

You both moaned loudly when he sealed his lips around your clit, forcing you to throw your head back; the swirling of his tongue made you discover it was possible to get even more excited than you already were, and your body went limp as a rag when he brought it to your core and flicked it rapidly. As soon as he stiffened it to push it deeper, back and forth, you arched your back and came, filling the silence in the office with a repetitive and mostly unintelligible litany of his name. 

He didn’t let up until he felt you relax and continued to plant butterfly kisses on your overstimulated clit, then he jumped to his feet and admired the results. For a moment he seemed mesmerized by the writhing mess he’d turned you into, your legs open wide and your breasts frantically heaving, but he didn’t know he was a tantalizing vision as well: he’d gotten you so wet his beard was now glistening in the semi-darkness, an image so lustful it nearly gave you another orgasm.

“Can I…?” he whispered, fumbling with the zipper fly.

Still dizzy and weary you nodded, only to snap out of the momentary torpor as the hard cock nudged at your inner thigh. Rocky held you by your waist, pressing at your entrance before he popped the head in: the confirmation he was definitely well proportioned sent your senses in override and you winced in surprise and discomfort. He’d been more than thorough in making sure you were ready for him, but you were tensing up nevertheless.

“Easy,” he cooed after you gripped his wrists. Figuring that maybe the position he’d worked you up into was not ideal he carefully prompted you to lower your hips, still he struggled to slide further without hurting you. He couldn’t have been more than a third of the way in when he sighed and pulled out, causing you to whine at the unpleasant stinging.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, almost on the verge of tears, and he put his arms underneath you to make you sit on the desk again and envelop you with the sweetest hug possible.

“Sshh, it’s alright…”

The considerate attitude in his voice was the living proof he was ruthless with his enemies and also extremely protective of the people he’d sworn to take care of; you knew he deserved just as much attention and devotion. 

“Please… please, let me…” you begged as you gathered some of the juices that were still pooling between your legs and rubbed his shaft, wrapping your fingers at the base to start moving up and down. At each stroke his skin slid under your palm, silky smooth and sticky due to the mixture of your arousal and the copious precum that was already leaking. You walls clenched around the emptiness he’d left inside of you, so you brushed his tip over your clit and he grimaced as he inhaled sharply.

“Harder, pritiya… harder,” he demanded, a good sign you were driving him over the edge. 

You tightened your grip and jerked faster, with the lascivious sound of your hand working his length covered only by his feral growls. Rocky kissed you – sweetness and affection replaced by the desperate need for release – and twitched one, two, three times. Hot, thick spurts drenched you and you continued rubbing yourself with his cock while you sucked on this tongue, but what really brought you to your second climax was the idea you now belonged to each other.

Once you were both spent he collapsed on the desk and finally trapped you under his weight, caressing your face to get rid of the rogue locks that had fallen on cheeks and tickling you with his perfectly shaped beard, even though he was almost out of breath. Then he looked down between your bodies and realized the state your clothes were in. “I guess this means we’ll have to skip dinner.”

“A small sacrifice for a higher cause,” you smiled, wiping your hand over the soiled skirt.

Rocky stood up to take off his jacket and drape it over you, and you stared at him fixing his trousers with the intention of searing that memory of him into your brain: he was already one of the most seductive men you’d ever seen, but with the addition of the scruffy after-sex hairdo and the shiny droplets of sweat trapped on the dark fuzz on his chest he was something to die for. You were still contemplating his sheer magnetism so you didn’t react right away when he lifted you up and cradled you to carry you out of the office. “Excuse me…?! I’m not a child, you know?” you protested.

“You were supposed to wait for me in the dining room, not snoop around,” he retorted, back to his regular impertinent self. Though you didn’t like being babied the moment he squeezed you closer you realized how touch-starved you’d been for years. Since there was little sense in trying to rebel, you buried your nose in the crook of his neck and closed your eyes as he made his way to the main hall.

“Now you need a hot bath and I’m afraid you could get lost again,” he added, “I can’t risk that. I’m taking you to your room.”

@ramcharantitties, @astrafangs

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[ramcharantitties]

Hey, I read your stuff and I am so extremely happy to find a desi writer ready to write for Indian characters. Can I please request a Rocky headcanon where he falls for a badass reader? I would seriously love it if you decide to do.

Thanks and hope you stay happy 😊

I have never met a woman like you" he said and your heart sped up. "How about reena?'' you asked, and he leaned back, opening the bottle and flicking the cap, sending it flying. "Reenah" he said and took a swig. "reena dont love me i feel" he said in english and you smiled. "How about someone who loves you" you asked. Rocky smiled. "Who is someone that loves me?'' he asked and took a swig again. "You're like a gun you know, elegant, strong, but full of misery. But fun for me," you laughed with rocky. "You love guns" he tapped at the bullet wound on your arm. "But still get hurt" he peered in your eyes. "Well those guns are good, just not the bullets. Or where they are aimed." you muttered, knowing the end of this convo. "Like me" he muttered. "Isn't reena waiting for you" you said, finishing your glass in one single down and got up. Rocky blamed the sudden change in your demeanour on alchohol. "Leave, its late. can you close the doors of my office after you leave?'' Usually you would do it, but you didn't want to stay there, in his presence. "ae, sun" rocky held your hand. you turned around and your hand almost moved to your knife, secretly attached by your thigh. Reflexes. "Ek aur jaam pee le? fir chali jaana?" Rocky asked, and you smiled. Either he was swimming in the emotions visible in your eyes, or he didn't even know that they had emotions. You sighed and said no. You hesitantly pulled your wrist from him, almost hoping he'd hold on. But the sudden cold air touched the warmth where his fingers were and you realised the truth of this relationship that has built a house in your brain. Rocky isn't yours. He's just another contract. You believed the latter part, unknowing that Rocky actually has made the hurricane in your eyes his home, he was just waiting for you to realize.

[versadies]

missing you | neuvillette x reader

SALUTATIONS. missing you

ADDRESSED. neuvillette x gn!reader

STAMPS. a really short drabble on neuvillette being a clingy monster after being away from you despite only not seeing you for a few hours (he misses you okay :(()

CONTENT. ooc!neuvi (?), fluff/no-angst, married life

POST-SCRIPT. this is my first ever neuvillette fic!! i was very excited to try and tackle on neuvillette the moment i came back from my hiatus. he’s genuinely one of my fav fontaine characters besides navia and wriothesley so i hope i at least did well with his character >_<

LINKS. masterlist \ taglist

Head empty, just Neuvillette, who had finished his duties from the court early and decided to wait for you — his beloved spouse for two years — near your workplace with patience and eagerness.

His eyes instantly soften when he sees you coming out from your building, causing him to automatically come up to you as though you’re a magnet to him.

He gently intertwines his fingers with yours as soon as he’s near with a soft “hello, my love,” escaping his lips, his smile growing slightly when you greet him back with that bright smile of yours that never fails to make his day.

With you, his aloof demeanor drops ever so slightly and he instantly becomes relaxed and soft with you, pulling you into his arms and giving you a loving kiss on your face; the two of you are wrapped in each other’s arms perfectly, like a completed puzzle that’s finally been solved.

Neuvillette, who holds your hand for the rest of the day as the two of you are walking your way back to your sweet home that you both shared together even before you both got married. He refuses to let go of your hand, as if he’s afraid that he’ll lose you if he did. Though it does help that you occasionally squeeze on his hand, a way of reassuring that no, he’d never lose you at all.

As soon as the two of you arrive home and close the door behind you, Neuvillette is quick to not hold back from his ambush of affection, kissing you all over your face as your laughter echoes in the house.

Your shared home is a sacred space that’s reserved for your love towards one another, where you get to be you, and he gets to be him.

Just the way you both like it.

“Let me love you,” he’d say to you before going back to kissing you more as his arms snaked around your body for an embrace that he’s been missing for the past few hours since he was working. “I want to show you how much I missed you.”

With such a deep stare that makes your legs go weak, you couldn’t help but allow your husband to do as he wishes.

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[pastriibunz]

nobody asked but

cym in revised reprise!!! because i wanna put you all in my fic mewehehhe

kai drew - me…ya doi

bendy - @wetcatschwartzy you could match his freak…i think….

monika - @bellqmione !! i tbink you’d do good

yash - @ellaashmore . you . Yash beam 🫵🫵🫵

kel - @loganschwarzy . idk man ur her

kou - @whoisinmyhousehelp THE HIM 🫵🫵🫵🫵

mitsu - @lauterishotter cal ur him. i don follow ur main (i forgor) so get rp tagged ig 😭😭😭

hana - @raspberrysmoon you get to flirt with me hehshahgsytxydudydyf mwah

bonus: powell kerian otho/pokey - @indigos-shits-and-giggles is that obvious. it might be. get pokey’d 🫵

HAHA GET NIGHTMARE KAIME’D LOSERS 🫵😂‼️‼️‼️‼️ (/silly) (sorry for tagging you gyuys i just. THE VISIONS!!!)

[mamabearcatfanfics]

I had planned to write this entire fic before posting it, ready for Easter. And then my monkey brain went - we demand validation - post now! So here is the first chapter of a new modern family AU, set in Australia. A little sneak peek to whet your appetite - you can read the first chapter now on AO3.

“Let’s get you inside.”

She looked up then, as if seeing him for the first time.

“Where…where…?”

She was almost incoherent, her eyes blinking in the yellow glow from the light above his front door. He watched as her eyes focused at first on his face, then drifted upwards to latch onto the white canine ears perched atop his head amidst the short shaggy haircut he preferred. Her eyes widened comically.

“I’m the local doctor,” he said, smiling at her in what he hoped was his best bedside manner, which to be fair, usually fell a little short of the mark. “I assume you know that from the sign on the front gate. My name’s Inuyasha Taisho. Yash for short.”

“Inuyasha,” she managed. “Inuyasha will do fine.”

He fucking hoped it would, it was the only name he had. “And your name?”

“Kagome Higurashi”.

It wasn’t the most comprehensive patient history he’d ever taken, but it’d do for now.

“Kagome, can you tell me what hurts?”

“Everything!”

It was practically a wail, and he relaxed a little. In his experience, patients who were on death’s doorstep didn’t have the energy to wail.

[thebest-medicine]

Day 1: Anticipation

Tickletober 2023 - Critical Role - Mighty Nein C2 - lee!Caleb

[see my other tickletober 2023 fics]

A/N: Will there ever be enough CritRole fics? No. Will I be posting more for Tickletober this month? No. Ha, I’m just kidding. Yes. Yes I am. C2 teasy fic featuring Beau and Yasha getting Caleb back for a prank. Continued here -> (part 2) (part 3) [read it all on AO3]

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It was really, really quite unfair of Beau to catch his shoulder with a stunning strike when Caleb tried to bolt from the room as he saw two of his recently-pranked friends enter. His hands barely start some well-practiced somatics to help get him further away from the close combat expert fast, before he freezes up, stunned.

She at least had the decency to catch him before he fell over and drag his limp body softly to the floor. The rug she’d caught him on, he notices, was soft enough that it wasn’t uncomfortable per say - although Caleb was not often one to lay in the middle of the floor, testing the softness of various carpets. She straddles him and waits a few seconds.

Caleb feels control of his limbs return from the stun and puts on a good show of struggling, even if there is no point. Speaking of which, Yasha moves closer, joining them on the floor a few seconds later as her eyes take in Caleb’s struggles and then track up to meet Beauregard’s grin.

“Got him, babe?” Yasha says quietly. It isn’t really a question. 

“Of course, babe.” Beau replies, then refocuses on the wizard she has pinned between her knees, hands holding his wrists out to the side. Caleb’s feet thump against the floor behind her, their pace picking up as Yasha looms closer.

“Fuck you, fucking let me up!” Caleb spits, glaring up at Beauregard with frustration. “I don’t have time for your shit-”

“Oh, we’re gonna make time, buddy, you certainly had time earlier.” Beau grins down at him. “And fuck you too.” 

When Yasha moves up above Caleb’s head and reaches for his arms, he squeaks nervously💞, but Beau gestures for her to wait. “Yash. Babe, you end up holding him down more often than not when we all get him.” She starts shifting Caleb’s arms around in her grip with little regard for his attempts at resistance. “He’s really fun to tickle, you should get a chance to do it more often.”

Caleb goes red at the mention of what they intend to do, even though he knew exactly where this was going. He stutters out a protest. “W-Wait, Yasha- don’t-”

Yasha ignores him with a smile that he is fighting not to match. She and Beauregard shift around the ragdoll of a wizard so that Yasha is straddling the top of his thighs, and Beau sitting over his head, holding him down flat on his back with his arms pinned under her. 

Caleb makes a few annoyed sounds - whines really - and kicks weakly; he has no hope of getting out of here any time soon.

“Oh.” Yasha contemplates. “Hmm, where should I tickle?” Her eyes track over Caleb’s upper body, his slightly ruffled shirt, his leather book holsters, his flushing neck and face. “Where, oh, where, oh where..” She teases, darting her hands toward his stomach a few times, stopping just short.

Caleb squeaks, sucking in his stomach and flinching away.

“Maybe here?” She feigns to pinch the ribs just under his holsters and he nearly screams. “Maybe here?” She darts down toward his hips. Caleb shakes his head. “Hmmm, where should I start?” 

She meets his eyes, hums again. It’s quiet for a long tense few seconds before Caleb speaks up. “A-Are you, are you asking me?” He says in disbelief, it almost comes out as a wail.

“Well no, I’m just thinking out loud, but I’m happy to hear any suggestions.” She says matter-of-factly. 

Caleb turns his head, trying to hide his red face in his elbow or somehow behind Beau.

“Let’s see now, was this a good spot?”

He chances a peek out and finds Yasha’s fingers curling dangerously close to his lowest ribs on one side. “Hnnng- pf-aha no, no!” Caleb twists weakly away from the hand and she wiggles it more. 

“No? What about up here?” 

A single, pointed finger darts toward his armpit. 

“No!” Caleb sucks in a breath, shaking his head as the smile he’s been fighting makes itself known. 

“Wow, it’s not a good spot either? Are you sure? Well, where’s a good spot then, hmm?” Yasha teases, reaching to unbuckle his holster straps. Caleb shivers. “Maybe here?” She asks as she suddenly rushes both hands down to his stomach, wiggling and clawing just above the skin in a way that makes Caleb jump so hard he nearly rockets right up into her clutches. 

“Yasha!” Caleb whines, laughter starting to trickle out. “Bitte, dohohon’t!”

“Hmm. Or, maybe I need to scoot down a little so I can squeeze your knees. Wait, actually, maybe I can-” She reaches back and taps her fingers once over the tops of each knee. She twitches her arms like she’s going to make a grab for him, really dig in, and Caleb yelps. 

“I wonder if I can reach your feet from here.” 

“No no no no-” Caleb whines quietly, the giddy, fluttery feeling in his stomach up and about - twirling, dancing, wriggling around. His mind is already starting to spin as his head shakes back and forth. “Yasha- please!” 

“Please?” The monk above him repeats. “You’re so much fucking nicer when anyone else teases you, how come you’re always such a dick for me, huh?” Beau chides him, reaching down to poke a few times at his armpit, then rests her finger there in the center. He yelps. She can feel what little muscles he has in his arms tense and pull, willing any sort of protection to the spot. 

“Be-hehe because- haha you-” He trails off in a drawn out giggle when she wiggles the finger in place a few times. “Because- oh fuck you!” Caleb gasps out when another hand makes an appearance on his opposite side and both of Beau’s hands suddenly take up residence just above his book holsters, scratching lightly along the rib.

“Because fuck me?” Beau laughs. She gets to work with what Yasha already started, unclasping the holsters earlier. She starts to tug them away from his chest slowly, works one finger on each side down under the holsters. Caleb squeals. She pulls them further away from his chest, leaving them on the floor on either side of him. He squirms valiantly. 

“Scheiße- No, no!”

Her fingers return to the spot, now uncovered, and just stay there, barely tapping. She looks up at Yasha, grinning. “Come on, we gotta teach him some manners.”

“I think you’re right, Beau.” Yasha smirks. She leans in closer. “What’s wrong, Caleb, you don’t like it when I do this?” She reaches up to his ribs and stops just short, wiggling her fingers in the shape of claws. Caleb nearly screams. He shakes his head, closing his eyes to avoid the teasing.

“Nein- no, I can’t- I- I hate-” He cuts himself off with a strangled yelp of surprise when Beau’s hands suddenly reach down to his belly. His whole body flinches as she makes contact, but she’s just grabbing the edge of his shirt.

“I think I can help, so you won’t have to watch any more of Yasha’s teasing, Caleb.” He can hear Beau’s smirk. 

He feels his shirt being tugged up and protests through giggles as his holsters are pulled along for the ride. Beau pulls his shirt up, up, and over his shoulders and neck. He squawks in disgruntled protest as she gathers it up and tugs it over his head. “No- no, nein- don’t!” Caleb cries as his giggles morph into full on laughter. He finds himself trapped in his own shirt. And, in an instinct of self-preservation, he shifts for a moment into Frumpkin - his cat is in the room, as usual content to watch their little squabble, unbothered by the commotion. Caleb gets a view of the scene before him as Frumpkin blinks his eyes open. 

Beau has his arms pinned up under her legs, her hands twisting up the shirt-turned-blindfold and holsters so that it will stay in place over his head. Yasha towers over him, grin wide on her face, and she’s slowly wiggling her clawed fingers down toward his very trapped and now very exposed skin. It is quite the scene. “Gods- no.” Caleb squeals pathetically and resigns himself to the growing laughter. “I can’t-” He watches for a few heartbeats before he returns to his own vision- Beau was kind of right - it does make it almost a little easier when he didn’t have to see them. But, well, now he can’t get the image of them teasing out of his head. He giggles deliriously into the shirt, trying to catch his breath.

Caleb’s body jolts as soon as a finger makes contact near the middle of his belly. “Beau’s right, I don’t get to play this part much, so I’ll have to take my time, really find out for myself how ticklish those ribs are.” She draws a slow figure eight on his stomach that reaches up to the bottoms of his ribs. 

“Yashahaha- plehehease, have mehehercy!” Caleb whines as she gently pokes around a few spots on his middle. He twitches and shivers beneath her.

“Oh, alright, alright. I suppose I’ll get on with it.”

[sianabird]

do either of you two have designs for the hybrid town au bats me eyelashes

YEAH!!

I mainly think that the kids would incorporate their hybrid/animal army animal into their daily wear. like BARK totally has those howling wolf shirts and tiger. is tiger. we know this lol. but yeah i think their animal motifs would be much more subtle but still incorporated. the animal army would also be more scene/grunge in my mind because them teenagers got access to makeup and other stuff readily now. (animal army going to hot topic fic when)

(We have a lot of ideas for tiger lmao) and she's a (game) streamer in our world on twitch and 100% has custom tiger emotes and she loves anything tiger related and Bear got her Tiger eye dnd dice for her birthday once and it's her favourite set. Also her room is either jungle/ forest themed or just. very plain.

Also Bear has a GFuel addiction; poison of choice is the Miku rock candy flavored kind but she will drink the cursed canned ones. Yk like sonic or whatever.

Ok we'll make a seperate modernverse au post because this is getting out of hand lmao

Also. If you have design ideas feel free to send them to us and I'll draw them!! - kitt and yash

[sereia1313]

Muddled

Another birthday fic. Hope you had a lovely day @flowingsakura!

Read it on Ao3, Dokuga, and FFnet.

Summary: A company party leads to Kagome bringing a very drunk Sesshoumaru home--and a revelation neither of them were expecting.

Sneak Peek

"Doesn't he have a tolerance like you?" she asked.

Inuyasha snorted. "Not in the slightest. He's never liked the stuff."

"So then why—"

"Someone might've also made a comment about how having a permanent stick up his ass wasn't going over well with the clientele and that letting loose once in a while might help his image."

She dragged a hand down her face. "Yash—"

"It's not my fault!" he groused. "He showed up just as the shots were being poured and didn't know it was youkai sake instead of the human shit." There was a loud bang, and he cursed again. "Please, just come get him. I don't want him transformin' and breaking something."

She eyed her television and popcorn. It was her one night off in the past two weeks—the emergency room hadn't seen a reprieve since it had started snowing—and she'd been really looking forward to lounging on her couch. "Why can't you take him?"

"'Cause he won't listen to me. Keeps thinkin' I'm tryin' to attack him."

She rolled her eyes. "Can't imagine why."

"Please?" he whined.

"Ugh, fine," she said, already pulling on her coat. "But you owe me big. And if he pukes on anything, I'm frying your ass."

[the-slythering-raven]

Since I have more than 2 fics on ao3, I think it’s time for a master post?

1) Maybe..things will be alright (3030 words, complete)

Summary: Larry James finds a heartbroken Cordell Walker sobbing over the dead body of his wife and helps him home after dropping her body off for the autopsy. The children are shocked on hearing the news, and Stella yells at her father and wishes him death in front of everyone in a fit of grief induced rage. Would things ever be alright again?

2) Only alone i will cry out loud (You'll never see what's hiding out) (3523 words, 2 chapters, WIP)

Summary: When a case hits Cordell too close to home, he's already on edge of a breakdown, and a little inconvenience becomes the straw that breaks the Camel's back. Larry James thinks he will have a good time catching up with Cordell, only to find him having a breakdown. What happens next? (Note: This one has WHUMP)

3) Closure (776 words, Complete)

Summary: Emily’s murderer and the mastermind behind it had both been arrested. So why was Cordell feeling so numb instead of being elated?

4) In the world of the stars||Now we shall meet, my friend (2050 words, Complete)

Summary: Aka the first time Cassie Perez meets Emily Walker (or her grave)

5) Hold my hair, Wipe my face (2009 words, 2 chapters, WIP)

Summary: Cassie Perez really really should have stayed home today. She even had all her medical leaves intact because she never got sick. Until now, that is..

6) Heat Waves (888 words, Complete)

Summary: It was the middle of June and and Cordell Walker and Cassie Perez had been deployed again to deliver evidence from the Austin HQ to all the way to the Bailey County Courthouse, and they had been instructed to be back “by eight hours at any cost”, and also been warned against any peeking into the evidence, or they’d lose their jobs.

7) Sleep. Tomorrow will be better. (3212 words, 2 chapters, Complete)

Collab with @ispeakmorelanguagesthanyou

Summary: India loses the World Cup final, and the team takes it hard. It's upto Rohit Sharma and Virat Kohli to ensure their team is looked after.

Lots of fluff and comfort, exactly what we need after that final

8) Tere Bina (1773 words, Complete)

Summary: A delirious Shubman with very high fever calls Ishan when the team is in Delhi for their match against Afghanistan and babbles in punjabi thinking it to be his didi on the line

9) Raat ke baad hi to sawera hota hai (8594 words, 7 chapters, WIP) (Wattpad)

Summary: Yashasvi may be new to the team and the youngest player on the squad, but he noticed things. So when Shubman starts acting strangely he sets out to investigate what's wrong with his roommate and newly acquired Bhai. With a little extra help from a best friend on the other side of the country, Yash sets out to improve his Shubman bhai's mood ...

10) Of headaches and heartaches (2240 words, 3 chapters, Complete) (Wattpad)

Summary: A migraine causes Shubman to be distracted off the field, causing him to miss a couple of important catches and get out early in the decider match of the India vs Australia ODI series. Rohit Sharma is NOT pleased.

Happy reading, and hope y'all like these :3

New fics will simply be updated to this list :)

[mayakimayahai]

Sona?

Part 2 (prequel to kill lady)

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An: 3 weeks later...sorry okay I'm sorry but yeah okay I don't have an excuse, the first half was hard to write and the second half I wrote in one sitting so yeah- well enjoy (this is a mess I'm sorry)

Summary: they see each other for the first time and can't take thier eyes off each other

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She put a hand against her forehead imitating a shield in hopes that it will protect her from the mighty sun

She wasn't used to Bangalore's weather but one thing was clear, her gaze shifted down to look at herself

The saree was not a good decision

She was told to disguise herself to the point where nobody should even think that she could be capable of kill someone

A white saree and her glasses that she wore after a century felt weird but they were perfect to portray her as the innocent lamb

But an assassin always knows

You can never really hide your true nature

This is what she was born to do

What she was taught to do since she was a child

She stood patiently despite the sun hurting her eyes, tapping her feet against the pavement she looked back at her hotel

She was just a few steps away from the entrance waiting for her employer- or rather his son she was told?

She checked her watch for the millionth time taking deep breaths to keep herself calm while she looked down the road in anticipation

She got a call this morning telling her to get up and dressed, they were going to see him today

She didn't think much of it, thier sources told them that they guy the hired to kill the previous owner had decided to take the throne for himself

Her job here was to eliminate that threat to their throne

Should be easy enough

Her curiosity and impatience was growing with each passing second

The winds blew with the screeching of the tires as atleast ten luxury cars came into view making her tap her foot against the road waiting as she slowly lost patience

About four cars passed her the fifth one stopping near her, she glared as he rolled the window down

Her jaw clenched, knuckles almost white as he looked at her raising an eyebrow as to why she wasn't already in the car

He looked her top to bottom, inviting his own death "get in the car will you, we don't have all day" he said wearing his sunglasses back

The tone in his voice implied that he owned her or something, she took a deep breath

These rich kids really needed someone to knock some sense into them

Just a pair of tweezers and she would show him what begging for death feels like

She gave him a tight smile opening the door and getting inside

She wasn't hazel

I'm a professional

Yes professional. She repeated again and again in her head

But kamal had much a punchable face she was genuinely curious as to how he had survived this long, especially with a personality like that

"They sent you?" He said eyeing her up and down again making her clench her jaw as she flashed one of her business smiles again

"You have read my file yes?" She asked with a smile that did not quite reach her eyes

Why him? Couldn't they have sent someone decent?

They were really testing her

"I don't think you'll be able to do that job" he huffed a laugh "i mean look at your fragile little self" he shook his head "koi tumhe kyu bhejega?" He said

She smiled looking at her hands in her lap "kyunki tumse tumhara kaam nahi ho raha"

The roads weren't the best here and she wasn't exactly a fan of them but they were working in her favor today

As a bump in the road approached she dug her heal into the car mat while his forehead hit the shearling wheel making her smirk as she looked out her window

The sun still shined high as she looked at the unfamiliar land they were approaching

Giant rocky mountains, nothing but dust and dirt

No sign of life

Her eyes turned to him with a questioning look on her face

Deep breaths maya deep breaths

We don't kill our employers

There was noticing in sight

The place was a dead land

She had half her mind thinking this was an ambush ready to pull out her knife at any point, but why?

An involuntary gasp escaped her lips

Her eyes almost popping out at the sight infront of her

She had tried to paint a picture in her mind about what this place would look like

Nothing could have prepared her for the sight before her

Did mines actually look like this? Her eyes ached from all the dust flying off with the cars but that didn't stop her from looking out the window

How could she get herself to stop when

It was a whole another city

In the middle of nowhere

She was after a man that was sent to kill the owner of this place

Alone

A single man killed the holder of the throne in his own territory

She had more respect for him than these incompetent people who couldn't do the job themselves

If she had morals she could never bring herself to kill that guy

But alas

Money concurs all it seems, And she had a job to do

She liked power

And someone who was able to acquire so much of it? She was sure she would like him too

That's part of the reason to took this mission

He was a challenge she was sure she would enjoy

The car stopped making her look up to see an impressive maybe a little too excessive mansion which seemed more like a castle from where she stood

Her eyes shined with delight at the sight

They got out of the car making her return to her senses

She was still mesmerized by it all but she had better things to worry about at the moment

She adjusted her glass hitching them higher on her nose while he stood near her fixing his suit

"Yeh sab" he pointed at the castle infront of them "mera hai" he smirked making her huff out a laugh

She liked people who had determination and confidence

But this guy? He was overconfident

If he could have all of this then they wouldn't have needed that guy or her for that point

They came to a stop near three much older men, two of them eyeing her like she wasn't from earth

"If anyone can do the job it's her" Andrews assured Kamal and guru pandiyan who looked maya from top to bottom

He scoffed looking at andrews the disappointment clear on his face, he turned to her "you think you can take the one who challenged us all?" He huffed walking ahead

She took a sharp breath letting her hair rest on her back, the old man with a cross nodded at her as if telling her it was time to become madhura

She huffed shaking her head

They were making it seem like she didn't know how to do her job

The were all so worked up, the nervousness was clear on thier faces even with thier best attempts to hide it

"We let him do the work for us and will now shoot him to claim what is ours" he chuckled

She frowned but kept walking

They all walked up the stairs, she curiously eyed the people standing with thals waiting to welcome them

Distracted with them her ankle twisted but she caught herself with the railing, the giant staircase truly made her realize how hard it was to walk in a saree

"Main kuch madad karu?" His voice made her face scrunch up as she stood tall once again

"Tumse?" She chuckled passing him up the stairs

Sure she couldn't kill him but there was no need to make nice with incompetent people who can't do thier job right

He snarled while she walked up the stairs with ease, one of her hands on the pleats of her saree to keep it out of her feet

"Jis chattan ko toodna tha sirf uski mazbooti ke bare main soch rahe the, lekin usse toodne wale hathode ki mazbooti ab pta chal rahi hai"

"Ab uss hathode ko kaise toodna hai uski soch" the older man said making maya frown as she looked at the other two

She wanted to hear more

She wanted to know more

Who was he? What did he want?

Usse bheja tha garuda ko marne par vo gya tha kgf lene?

Was it wrong that she was starting to admire him? She would still kill him so there was no harm in that correct?

They reached the doors with 4 men around them holding guys, sweeping past them they shifted inside the room with dark walls, a conference table in the middle of it with a window overlooking the empire

It was like a breath of fresh air looking over such a well crafted structure

Folding her arms across her chest she stood there infront of the window

This is what they are willing to kill over?

She smiled, she must say they had good taste

Who wouldn't kill for this

The sound of the helicopter made her look over her shoulder towards the door

Not wanting to move from her stop

Not wanting to stop

Wanting to know everything

She gave up turning towards the door awaiting the man's arrival like the rest of them

The anticipation was killing her as the door opened revealing the bright light

She shielded her eyes but couldn't help but look

The black suit came into view making her eyes shine

She couldn't quite make out his features due to the limited lighting in the room but she could see him

Everyone stood and watch as he came forward reveling himself entirely taking a few steps towards her making her rise a brow as a curve appeared at the corner of his lips

He came closer

And closer

Walking a circle around her holding her eyes as he sat down at the head of the table

Her eyes were on him while everyone else's were on her curiously watching as to what that little stunt of his was

If only she knew

"Hey Deva dekhna iss kursi ke liye koi aur sar na kate" his voice came making her turn and stand next to the older men

One of the workers came forward towards the man in white "rocky, garuda ko marne wala yahi hai" she eyed them but he caught her attention once again

She could feel his gaze on her

Making her look up at him

He smirked but it was shortlived as her eyes shifted again taking in her surroundings

So they hadn't seen him before?

"Aare basa re basa darr aur izzat toh dil main honi chaheye" the man at the top of the table flashed a charming smile making the corner of her lip turn up

He truly was something else

This was going to he fun

She stood next to the men sitting infront of him fixing her glasses better on her nose

The small bowls of fire were the only thing providing the much needed light to the room

She still couldn't see him properly

It bothered her a little

She wanted to know more

She wanted to know everything there was to know about this guy

It wasn't common for someone to peek her interest like this

But he was different after all

Everything about him was different

"Aare sabke thobade kyu latke hain? Jaghan ke liye naya hu, field main nahi" a smirked touched his lips

"Aye ek gya toh doosra aake baith gya isko khokho samjha hai kya" Kamal spoke making her eyes turn to him

So he wasn't all talk after all

"Hamare baap logo ne apna saamrajya mehefooz rakhne ke liye he hume paida kiya hai koi bahar wala aake baith jaye aur hum ghaas cheelte baithe?" He leaned back his jaw clenched

She rubbed her forehead

His annoying voice made her head hurt

Why couldn't she just put a bullet in his head again?

The other man on the other hand looked like he was enjoying playing with these people like his puppets "nepotism? Yeh kya ho raha hai hamare desh main jahan dekho recommendation, donation, domination, influence, ghoos, baap ka naam ab gareeb ke bache kya kare, mehenat karke first rank lane wala kya kare, bina ghoos liye kaam karne wala officer kya kare, hal chalane wala kya kare, AKELA GHUS KE SAR KATNE WALA KYA KARE" he let his fist hit the table leaning back with fury in his eyes

"Merit se aae hain bhai aapon ko bhi thoda respect de na bhai, tumhare baap logo ne sab sahi kiya, lakin ek mistake kar di, tum sabko mere time par paida kar diya, main raaj karta rahoonga tum sab ghaas cheelte rehana hun? What do you say sona?" He looked at her noticing her smile

She looked away for a second but when turned back his eyes were still on her

The smile on her lips vanished but it was too late he had already noticed it

Noticed her

Their eyes met his looking at her like she was something else he could take over and hers looking at him amused

"Kon hai tu?" An amused smile broke out on his lips as he frowned not being able to place her

There was no way he would forget someone like her

She looked at the male in the white for an answer "hamare liye kaam karti hai" he nodded making the man at the top of the table frown

"Dekha nahi kabhi?" He asked tilting his head to examine crossing one leg over the other and leaning on one side of the chair

"Abhi join kiya hai" the older male spoke for her

"Naam kya hai tera?" He raised his eyebrows leaning against the table his elbows on each side of it

The man was about to speak for her again but he stopped him, shaking his head he pointed his finger at her

"Madhura"

she spoke and something inside him snapped

It was as if he didn't expect her to actually speak

"Madhu" he repeated a smile streched out on his lips

"Mere liye kaam kar, bohot danger hai yeh sab log" he spoke smiling "aur vaise bhi itni badi company chalane wale ko ek company toh chaheye na" a sinister smile broke out on those lips

"You are my entertainment sona" he said making Kamal get up his jaw clenched "aye bass kar bohot charbi chadhi hai tabse dekh raha hu kutte ke tarah bhooka ja raha hai, hamari ladki ke bare main baat karega" that made her head snap in his direction

Since when was she their girl?

She looked at Andrews eyes burning with fire making him back up a bit as he nodded putting a hand over his arm "kamal kya kar raha hai baith ja" his panicked voice did nothing for him to back down, it was like this guy had a death wish

"Vo teri entertainment hai kya vo? chup baithe hain toh zada he foodak raha hai" maya took a deep sigh knowing what was about to happen

She didn't care enough to stop it but it seemed Andrews cared a lot

"kya kar rahe ho baith jao" he spoke again but went unnoticed

"Apni aukat janta hai tu? Bombay ki galiyo main shoe polish karke chillar pe jeene wala keeda hai tu" the man tried to stop him again getting up but he pushed him down

Maya frowned looking up at the man again

Was he truly who kamal said he was?

Did he really manage to get all this while being that person?

Did a simple guy went from polishing shoes to sitting on the throne of one of the most powerful empires in the world just like that?

If there was a doubt before it was clear now

The respect she had for him increased and the urge to kill Kamal intensified

"vo hai teri aukat, aapne uss din rok diya isiliye aaj hamare saamne rob jama ke baitha hai" another guy from the side tried to stop him aswell putting a hand on his arm calling his name

Why did everybody care about this guy so much? If someone wants to die this much let them

He shoved the guy off "don't touch me jiski jo aukat hai usse vahi rehena chaheye kooda khane wale kutte ko singhasan par bitha ke khel dekh rahe ho hun? Us bin bach gya aaj nahi bachega iski maut mere hatho hogi ISKI MAUT MERE HATHO HOGI-"

A gun shot was heard stopping the guy from saying anything further

Maya stood there unfazed she knew this was about to happen, infact she was waiting for it

She looked down as a pool of blood started to form at her feet

Tsk my saree, she stepped aside holding her pleats as to not get blood at the bottom of them

She took a deep breath looking at the man who did this

She was truly grateful

It wasn't exactly ethical to shoot your client so it was good that he did it for her

The silence streched out in the room as everyone looked at the body on the ground

But her eyes were only on him

"Kidhar tha main?" He said still holding the gun up, the rest of them turned to him listening carefully as to what he was going to say

"Entertainment haan you will be my entertainment sona" he put the gun away getting up from his chair

"Aye kahi nahi jayega tu" one of the older men said making the guards behind point thier guns at him for even suggesting that

But he stopped them "aye aye aye aye kya re partners hain re aise ek ek karke udh gye toh dhanda kon Sambhalega"

The space fell silent again as his eyes reached her again making her look at him

The older man spoke again "garuda ko marne ke liye ek rocky paida kiya toh iss rocky ko marne ke liye ek aur rocky paida kar sakte kya"

The man infront of her smile his face scrunched up

"mera baap se he nahi hua toh mere baap ki kasam kissi se bhi nahi hoga" he faced him

"one and only piece" he smiled putting on his sunglasses as he walked out

He walked out leaving everyone in the room stunned looking at each other's faces

Hoping one of them would say something

Do something

The body was dragged away

Andrews looking at her making her nod as she made her way out

Now was the time

What she had been waiting for

A smile streched out across her face

This was gonna be fun

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@vijayasena @meenammaisslay @kalavathii @mahi-wayy @o-merebholebalam @hum-suffer

Did I forget anyone? I'm so sorry if I did

[lyricalporcupine]

BeauYasha Week Day 7

CW for Character Death Sorry for the long delay, you can read the fic under the cut or HERE! As of right now, there isn’t any art to go with this. Sorry about that. Burnout sucks. But I do hope y’all enjoy day 7, and thanks for being patient!

~~~~ Yasha drew open the curtains, the warm, early summer breeze blowing across her face. The sun was setting, and the various colors of orange, yellow, and red helped soothe her frayed nerves. She could see the stars beginning to make their nightly debut, and she smiled despite herself. After a few moments Yasha turned away from the window, and she walked over to the bed and the figure resting in it. Yasha gently sat down on the edge, and reached her hand out to gently brush her wife’s hair from her face. Cloudy blue eyes slowly opened and turned towards her. It broke Yasha’s heart when it took Beau several moments to recognize her, but when she did, a huge smile split her face. “Hey, Yash,” was her half-asleep greeting. Despite the emotion tightening in her throat, Yasha managed a smile anyway. “Hi, baby,” she replied, voice soft. “How are you feeling?” Beau stretched beneath the blankets, her eyes closing, and Yasha caught sight of her toes pointing. Then Beau relaxed against the pillows, and her eyes opened and focused on her again. “Warm. Content.” She turned towards the open window for a moment before looking back to Yasha. “Is it time?” Yasha was surprised that Beau remembered their plans. Since her maiden flight, Yasha had taken Beau on many, many more over the decades they had spent together. Beau loved it, being wrapped up in a woman’s strong arms and the wind through her hair. She had admitted that night time flights were her favorite; the stars were just more beautiful than the sun, Yasha remembered Beau telling her. It was on such a night time flight that Yasha had proposed, asking Beau to share the rest of her life with her. Yasha smiled and brushed Beau’s hair back from her face. “It’s time,” Yasha said softly. “Excellent,” Beau beamed up at her. “My bo staff, please!” Beau playfully demanded. Yasha smiled and stood. Beau hadn’t wielded a staff for years; now she had an ornate walking stick, carved by Caduceus. Yasha had helped decorate it, picking out glass and metal beads and stringing them together. She had even threaded a few of her own feathers throughout the beads. Beau had always been fascinated by Yasha’s wings and had been ecstatic when Yasha thought to incorporate them. Yasha plucked the stick from the corner and turned, finding Beau already out of the bed and on wobbly legs. Yasha quickly reached for her and Beau gave her another wide grin. “I’m okay, Yash,” she said softly. “Really.” Yasha’s hand gently tightened on Beau’s hip, helping to steady her. “I know, baby. Here’s your staff.” “Thanks,” Beau said as she took the staff. She looked around, blinking quickly as her brow knitted together. Yasha knew Beau was merely trying to focus her eyes. “All the kiddos in bed, then?” Yasha’s smile faltered a bit but she managed to slip something like a grin in its place when Beau looked back to her. Their children were long since grown, and had families of their own to boot. Some of Beau and Yasha’s grandchildren were near adult age. “They’re all tucked in,” Yasha said softly. “It’s just you and me.” Beau smiled and leaned close to Yasha, who bent down and met her for a soft kiss. When they pulled apart, Yasha rested her head against Beau’s. “Ready?” “Ready,” Beau whispered back. She tossed her walking stick onto the bed, like Yasha knew she would, and stepped closer to Yasha. Yasha bent and cradled Beau in her arms. Beau had always been tiny, to Yasha anyway, but Yasha couldn’t help but notice that Beau seemed even smaller. Yasha wasn’t the juggernaut she once was, charging into battle with rage flaming in her eyes, and a 6 ft long sword in her hands. But even she knew Beau shouldn’t have been this little. Yasha walked to the open window with her wife in her arms. The sun had finally set and the stars twinkled in the dark sky. She placed one foot on the ledge of the specially made window then lunged from it, and her wings burst from her back in warm, golden light. They were well over the village in just moments. The cottage lights twinkled beneath them like the stars above, and when Beau snuggled closer to her, Yasha’s arms tightened around her. “I’ve missed this,” Beau said, her voice soft despite having to raise it for the wind rushing past. “It’s been far too long since we took this trip.” Yasha agreed, but said nothing. Instead her dual colored eyes fell to Beau, who slowly turned to look back at her. “You’re beautiful,” Beau said softly again. She brushed her fingers through Yasha’s short hair, always wild despite its length. Beau leaned forward, her forehead resting against Yasha’s jaw. “I’ll miss you.” Yasha’s eyes closed, burning. She pressed against Beau, feeling hot trails running down her cheeks. She wasn’t ready. Sixty years wasn’t enough. A millennia wouldn’t be enough time. It wasn’t fair and a bit cruel that Yasha would outlive another wife, another partner. Yasha felt Beau’s arms wrap tightly about her head, cradling her. Then she heard it, a soft song in Beau’s distinct gruff voice. It was a Celestial song Yasha sang to their children at bedtime or when they were afraid. To hear Beau sing it now, caused Yasha to begin sobbing, her shoulders shaking with the mournful tremors. She buried her face lower on Beau’s shoulder, and Beau held her as best she could. “It’ll be okay, Angel,” Beau said quietly. She was more lucid than Yasha had seen her in months, sounding almost like her old self. “You will be okay.” Yasha shook her head. How could Beau possibly know she’d be okay? Who would Yasha cook for now? Who would she clean for? Their children were grown and had moved to far away cities and towns. Who would she take care of? Who would take care of her? “You will,” Beau said softly. Almost too softly. Yasha nearly missed it with the wind. “You’ll be fine.” Beau cupped Yasha’s face and applied gentle pressure so Yasha would look up at her. “And I’ll be waiting for you.” Before Yasha could respond, Beau pressed her lips to Yasha’s. It was soft, gentle. A simple meeting of lips. When they broke apart, Beau rested her head on Yasha’s shoulder with a soft sigh. After a moment, Yasha felt Beau’s tight embrace slacken. With a shuddery sigh, Yasha looked beneath them and found a small outcrop. Yasha gently landed, tucking her wings against her back. Still cradling Beau, Yasha knelt on one knee, and propped her wife  on her thigh. Yasha held her breath, and listened. But there was nothing to be heard from the small body in her arms. There was no puff of exhaled air on her skin. And just like that, the world was suddenly a lesser place. “I love you,” Yasha whispered softly before  pressing her lips against Beau’s temple. “I promise I won’t be too long.” *** And between now and then Until I see you again I’ll be loving you. Love, Me ***

[superpixie42]

✨️ Out of the comments you’ve received on your fics, what are two or three of your favorites

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share

🎬 If a movie or show were based on your fic, which fic would you choose and who would you fancast?

Hey @heynikkiyousofine!

Im sorry it took me a few days to answer this, I'm sick (again).

✨️ Out of the comments you’ve received on your fics, what are two or three of your favorites

All reviews bring me indescribable joy <3 But reviews from the person a fic is written for/gifted to do hit juuuuuuuuuust a little bit harder since I wrote with them in mind.

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share

Someday I will write this prequel to Whats Eating You

But based on how Kagome’s head turned almost Exercist style away from the monitor she’d been watching and around to him, he knew hope was out the fucking door and gone already. 

“Dr. Hidaka,” he replied, hoping the formality would reset the tone in the room. It didn’t.

“Oh Yash, no need for that,” said Kikyou, tossing the exam gloves in the trash and coating her hands in sanitizing gel, “I was just telling your girlfriend,” -- Inuyasha wasn’t sure if it was a contraction or the term that made Kagome flinch so strongly -- “she’s already at 6cm and things seem to be going smoothly. There will be a nurse with you full time, but I’m the only OB at the moment, so I won’t come in ‘til the end.” She gave a polite wave to Kagome as she backed out of the door, already sprinting down the hallway to what he assumed was another patient. 

“So, Yash,” he heard Kagome say, her voice a full octave higher than usual, “have anything you want to talk about?”

Inuyasha looked up at the heavens and tried to remember what he’d done to deserve this. 

He sat down at the end of the bed, “Is now really when you want to get into all of this, Kagome?”“Considering that this just saw me naked and poked my cervix, yeah, I think now is a good time.”

🎬 If a movie or show were based on your fic, which fic would you choose and who would you fancast?

Uuuuuuhhhhmmmm I never really thought of any of my stories as being long enough/original enough to be films-- but I would be pleased as much to see maybe my Aquarium series an the 5th Inuyasha movie? or fuck it SUNRISE CLAIM MY PLOTS AND MAKE AN INUPARENTS PREQUEL MOVIE

And I always hear Susan Egan as Izayoi so that would be my dream :)

FanFic Emoji Asks

[lemoncupcake]

2, 15, 37

ty, yash!

2. what is your least favorite set you’ve made? this is mean! :( all my sets have always been absolutely gorgeous and so none of them could be a least favorite (read: i'm feeling lazy and don't wanna have to scroll through like 50 pages of gifsets to pick the one i think is ugliest, but there's def some ugly ones :| you can tell me which one is your least favorite ;) lol)

15. have you ever had gifs stolen and reposted? not on tumblr, that i know of. but yes, i've seen whole sets of mine reposted on twitter and instagram. i hate it, which is why i have right-click disabled now to hopefully mitigate it, but it's annoying that i have to do that :( the way these people will tell you that you can't complain about gif stealing bc it's not that hard to make pretty gifs while stealing other people's bc it is too hard for them to make it themselves has me like 🤬

37. what sets if any do you have planned to make in the future? planning an orange kate sharma set, a yellow alina starkov set and some simple felicity gifsets rn but i don't think i'll be able to do any of them this week bc i really have to focus on work and the fic i've abandoned for like 3 months now :|

questions for gifmakers here

[desi-yearning]

i think he gets his kick out of alcohol- even while the toss he was crazy!! That has to be daaru, WP fic 👀 i wonder what that was about-

don't talk abt Shubish 😭 guess who I'm missing more than anything rn JAISWAL LIKE MY MAN NEEDS TO REPLACE DUBE KUCH BHI KARKE, YOU CANNOT MAKE HIM SIT ON BENCHES ONLY FOR YOUR PLAYING 11 TO DROP IMPORTANT CATCHES

Virat has a shit luck ikr, he is a good player and that's why he is still a part of team- no owe-ment to luck at all

Also hin being opener should actually be reconsidered- rohirat isn't working out coming out to open together

I agree with getting Jaiswal out there- he and Rohit have experience together and that gives an advantage, why not use it ffs

idky but it does feel like Dube being part of the squad was a poor decision- like ik there are more matches for him to prove but still, this is like the 3rd match where he failed to perform and with it being wc we can't always keep on giving more chances now

Hope this isn't too much to read 🤧

FIRSTLY, OF COURSE IT ISN'T TOO MUCH TO READ BCS I RANTED WAYYYYYYY MORE THAN THIS ILY BTW

I'm pretty sure it is by bleedblue2011 (the OG ICT author, I love her so much)

HAINAAAAAAA I MISS YASH SO MUCH

Yeah yeah, it's not about him being a part of the team but just in general. He has the worst luck

Exactly. Yash and Ro might work well because of the left-right combo too. Rohirat just.. isn't working.

Exactly. Dube is good in T20Is I agree but I think he wasn't the best choice. Rinku though not in form is someone a bit more reliable. He's a good fielder too. But more than Dube, Jadeja feels like a bad choice to me. Rinku deserved a place in the playing-XI or at least the 15 :(

[you-re-a-slytherin-harry]

You’re A Slytherin, Harry.

“I guess Professor McGonagall likes me now,” Harry starts to taunt Draco who is apparently upset by the small victory Harry had in Transfiguration class earlier. Draco knows (or he likes to believe so) that the limelight was his if he hadn’t given Harry the opportunity to show off first. And by now, he knows not to allow anyone else get the credits first before him, especially Potter – the first harsh lesson he must learn on their first day of classes.

He despises Harry for that.

Draco grumpily elbows Harry to the side as they descend down the staircase to the Slytherin homeroom together. “Oi! That’s dangerous, ya git!” Harry exclaims after he managed to stabilize himself on the stone step, then continues to walk nonchalantly besides Draco with a bright smile, much to Draco’s annoyance.

“What’s the matter, mate?” Harry asks while resting his arm across Draco’s shoulders. Draco instinctively dodges Harry’s arm and furiously climbs down the staircase without waiting on Harry; Harry watches him from behind with a smile.

Unbeknownst to Draco, although Harry has been acting aloof around him since the Transfiguration class ended, Harry knew his friend is having a terrible day after what has happened in Professor McGonagall’s class. After spending quite some time with him, Harry learns that as a Malfoy, Draco is burdened with his father’s high expectations of glorifying their family name, which are considerably too high for an eleven-year-old boy to achieve in such a short period. And because of that, Harry realizes how Draco must have felt when he didn’t come out as the genius in the class but his friend did. Hence, Harry doesn’t take it to heart with Draco’s horrible temper. At the very least, he allows Draco to consider him as a punching bag for the day in order to blow out some steam.

Harry knows his friend deserves a time-out. And that is the reason why Harry decided not to spend his precious free time with Ms Weasley (which he is looking forward to with anticipation) but to accompany his skinny, pale friend instead in Slytherin common room.

Draco is already slumped into the leather sofa when Harry entered the dingy dungeon. He swiftly takes the empty seat next to Draco, beaming warmly at the upset Malfoy. Draco, on the other hand, tries his best to ignore the vexing Potter by taking up Daily Prophet, the sole British wizarding newspaper to read.

“Mate,” says Harry. No replies coming from Draco.

“Draco.”

Draco refuses to respond.

“Malfoy boy!”

“WHAT?” Draco barks in Harry’s face, finally gave in to the pressure.

Harry grins sheepishly. “Let’s head to the Black Lake. I’m dying out of boredom here,” he says.

“Just bloody die, then.” Draco flips a page of the newspaper, distracting himself from Harry’s eager look.

“Come on now. It’s warm outside, and you wanna spend your free time by literally locking yourself up in a dungeon?”

“If you wanted to go out that badly, then go by all means. Don’t need to wait for me,” says Draco monotonously - and Harry takes that as a personal challenge. He forcefully grips Draco’s wrist and begins dragging the poor fellow out of the common room, up the stone staircase (“Let me go, ya twat!” Draco curses while trying to hold onto the slippery stonewall), across the bustling corridors (“Wait till my father hears what the Potter junior did to his son!” he threatens), and finally out in the sun. By the time they both reached the Great Lake, Draco is looking extremely dishevelled: his sleek pale blond hair is pointing in every direction, his school robe is hanging off one shoulder, and his face puts on a soulless expression.

Harry steps onto a big stepping rock by the shore and takes a very deep breath. He exhales loudly with a satisfied look on his face.

“See? It’s nice to be out today,” he says as he basks in the warmth of the cloudy sunny sky. Draco lugs his two feet to take a seat on the same stepping rock, and he sighs heavily.

“Why are you doing all these, Potter?” Draco quietly asks. His eyes are blankly staring at the horizon.

Harry stares at his friend without a word and sees how small his friend has become once he dropped his heavy shoulders, letting loose his body altogether. Harry sits down next to Draco, staring at the same horizon before sighing softly.

“I thought you needed it,” he answers.

Draco stays silence.

“I’m sorry if I stole your glory in McGonagall’s class. I thought you didn’t mind seeing you were watching me the entire time,” Harry continues.

Both of the boys calmly stare at the still Great Lake. Then, Draco timidly says, “… I don’t think my father would like to hear a Potter beats his son in class.”

Harry softly nods, a sign of understanding. “Of course …” He continues watching a flock of birds soaring above the lake. “But, ya know -” he says, “- perhaps you wouldn’t feel so bad if you were actually happy for me.” Harry turns to glance at Draco and smiles encouragingly.

Draco silently look at Harry, then he chuckles a little while shaking his head. “I don’t think my father would love to hear that.”

Harry joins in the laughter, places his arm on Draco’s shoulders, and grins. “Thought so.”