For me, my worry comes from what might happen with Siebren after he’s used to deliver an EMP and potentially nuke/blackout a continent.
If he’s rescued or gains lucidity again after the attack he’s going to be crushed. I just want to know how they’re going to explain how he processes his manipulation - Pears 🍐
When your most precious character has been ignored in the story lore for years and now when he finally gets attention it’s because he’s going to be used as a Uber Eats delivery nuke - 🍐
There was nothing in the world Fareeha wanted more than to see you. The attacks on Overwatch bases meant that all non-organization personnel had to be relocated. Fareeha knew that when she had been in the military the two of you had been separated for longer, but this was the longest time you'd been apart for since getting married. She missed you more than she thought she had missed anyone aside from her mother.
Three. Two. One.
Fareeha counted the steps down in her head as she neared the door. She hadn't really seen what you had done with the civilian apartment. Aside from helping you pick out the living space during the apartment tour, Fareeha hadn't been involved much with your move. She paid for the space with some of the money she had accumulated over the years from Helix, the military salary, and inheritances from her parents. The apartment was nicer than any place you had lived before, especially as a couple.
You weren't exactly a military brat, but Fareeha had practically kept you with her wherever she went. Helix paid for lodging, so Fareeha didn't have to worry about that. Overwatch had briefly done the same before the risks got too high. Fareeha found herself regretting the way you had been living before the moment she stepped into the apartment.
The apartment was cozy in a way none of her living spaces had ever been. You kept things warmer than what she would have preferred, but Fareeha was sure that she could convince you to lower the temperature. Everything about the apartment from the literal temperature to the smell radiated warmth in a way that made Fareeha crave being close to you. The space was yours, there was no denying that.
"Arf! Arf! Arf!" Fareeha glanced down at the small dog jumping at barking at her feet. Tiny teeth nipped at her boots as the puppy's head shook furiously. Fareeha just laughed as she bent down and picked up the animal.
"I didn't know we got a dog," Fareeha said as she tucked the dog under her arm. She carried him around with her as she tried to find you. The puppy's tail wagged as she neared the master bedroom. All things considered, Fareeha shouldn't have been surprised to find you asleep. Her flight back from headquarters had gotten in later than expected, and just because you left a light on for her did not mean you managed not to succumb to your own exhaustion. "No barking. We aren't going to wake her up."
Fareeha set the puppy down on the bed and watched as he ran straight to curl up next to you. She smiled as she set her bag down and walked towards the dresser. Your clothes were in the closet, but Fareeha preferred to keep her smaller wardrobe folded up in the same dresser she had been using since she was a teenager. She quickly changed her clothes, rinsed her face, and brushed her teeth before coming back to bed with you.
"Shh," Fareeha whispered as you began to stir. She knew that it was useless, that if you were moving you were awake. Still, she could at least try to lure you back to sleep. "Go back to sleep, it's late."
"I missed you," you mumbled with a slightly gravelly voice. Fareeha smiled as she pressed a kiss to the back of your shoulder. "So, um, I guess you've met Jackal."
"He bit my boots," Fareeha chuckled. You squirmed until she loosened her grip enough for you to turn and face her. "I missed you too. When did you decide to get a dog?"
"It's less that I decided to get a dog and more that he was outside and alone. I can't turn down a stray, it is how I got stuck with you after all. He actually kind of reminds me of you."
"How so?" Fareeha eyed you suspiciously. You could either say something very sweet or shockingly mean. She knew not to expect anything when you had an opportunity for a joke.
"He acts big and scary to protect me, but the minute he's close to me, Jack is just a big baby. You do the same thing," you teased. Fareeha couldn't deny it. She had a bit of a possessive streak when it came to you, but she couldn't help it. You were such a sweetheart that Fareeha refused to let anything even potentially happen to you. "Oh, and he's got a little spot on his neck that puts him right to sleep when I scratch it."
"That does not put me right to sleep," Fareeha grumbled. Your hand moved to the back of her neck and without much pressure or movement, Fareeha relaxed into your touch. Even just a simple graze of your fingertips made her melt, immediately proving your point. "It's nice, and your job is literally to relax people."
"I didn't say it was a bad thing. I love it when you're soft with me. I love you," you told her. Fareeha opened her mouth to tell you how much she loved you too, but you cut her off with a gentle kiss. Every word Fareeha didn't have a chance to say was practically screamed by the way she deepened the kiss. Still, she was mindful of the time and didn't push things much further than another much more tame kisses goodnight.
Hello !! First time making a request I hope I am doing it correctly.
I am STARVING could you please feed me with a Wuyang x Reader where Wuyang helps the reader to fall asleep (because of insomnia or nightmares )
Thank you so much . Have a great day <3
Relax || Wuyang Ye x Reader (gender neutral)
You lie in the darkness, struggling to find a comfortable position. Too hot, too cold, blanket on and blanket off. When your throat feels dry, you drink water, but then you have to get up to go to the restroom, defeating your comfort. The fan is on and it’s making your hair float around, but if it’s off you are melting. That, and you can’t seem to turn your thoughts off. You know you’re supposed to be asleep by now, the hours are ticking by and you can’t help yourself. You’re stressing out.
Wuyang was asleep next to you. Was; he awoke by feeling you lightly kicking his leg while tossing and turning. He groans and moves up to face you in the little light there was. “What’s wrong?” He says, coming out of his sleepiness. As your partner, he’s worried about you. When he moves to hug you,, his skin is soft and cool like silk against yours, likely something to do regarding his water powers. You don’t feel trapped in his embrace, you are able to snuggle into him without discomfort. You wrap your arms around his midsection, and press your head on his chest. “Nothing,” you whisper, and close your eyes as his hand holds your head lovingly.
Something happened, maybe you fell asleep too fast. Your mind instantly went into a dream. You were in a car, or being chased or something…. falling very fast and hard. Your heart beats fast and your body reacts by jerking you awake with a sudden exclamation of your demise. You hold your heart with two hands as you sit up shakily, trying to steady your breathing and gather yourself.
Wuyang is on alert, sitting up with you and holding your hand. You were talking a little in your sleep, and now you were all frightened and confused. You cling onto him, and he gently rubs your back and pets your hair. He wraps the blanket around you both and carries you onto the couch. “I’ll get you some tea.” He smiles at you and kisses your head.
When Wuyang comes back, he has a tray with an assortment of treats, and tea that smells floral. He sets it down on the table and prepares you a cup. In this perfect moment of silence it began to rain. “The chrysanthemums in tea can help give you better dreams,” he tells you. “You could choose something to put on the TV?” He suggests, and you put on what you like for the background, enjoying your tea. You were feeling more comfortable here, and Wuyang is very reassuring to you.
After awhile,, your teacups were empty and you lie together, with him as your big spoon and you are finally able to let your eyes close and your body rest. Wuyang was in your dream, taking you somewhere you had wanted to go, or somewhere that doesn’t exist. Your blanket felt warm and fuzzy and your pillow was cool, and everything was just fine…
Hi, I'd like to request a Sigma x fem!reader fic, if that's alright! Sigma had a wife before the accident, but forgot about her after Talon kidnapped him (because of the accident or Talon) and she thought he died in the accident. But slowly he remembers bits of their relationship and somehow escapes Vendetta to find his forgotten wife and reunite with her! Reader is she/her and if it's not too much also his former lab assistant. Feel free to change things, please and thank you, take your time!❤
Still Here/Sniffing You Out || Sigma x wife!Reader
a/n: i also added that the reader uses super cool tech that they made to find him because swag. wrote this at work i hope its not a bunch of bs
You both proposed to each other, accidentally, but it felt so right. It was the perfect time for both of you, and you both knew it! Siebren was always there to support you and be strong enough for both of you. You held him up when he thought he wasn’t good enough, you reminded he was deserving of everything. In the end it was so hard to separate, you missed each other too much…. It did not bother you that you also worked together. You would write him notes and leave them in his paperwork, motivating him to always do better. He would show you his love by always making time for you, and always communicating.
That’s how you could tell things were going wrong in the end. He stopped communicating. He fell into a sadness you’ve never seen him feel before. It was eating him up alive, not telling you something. You kept trying to help him, leaving him notes and trying to cheer him, but something was deeply wrong, he was crying when you were showing him affection of any kind. You look back on it like he knew what was going to happen to him. Your therapist told you not to blame yourself and you did everything you could in his last moments. There was an accident in the building, the gravity around you gave out, and you knew something went wrong in the test sequence room, you were just a few minutes away from Siebren, and you ran to see if he was still okay, running through the frightened crowd of students and lab staff. You looked through all the faces coming from the crumbled walls, but none of them was him.
The rescue team said with the damage, he most likely did not survive. They pronounced him deceased, even though there was no body. Before you left, you gathered what you had left of him, and the lab was shut down and never repaired. You looked like some kind of crazy widow now, about 20 years passed and you never gave up on him. You got a load of money from your former university to help with what happened to your husband, but money wouldn’t replace him. Your efforts went into designing a way to find him, using the very sample you kept from the scene. You knew he was alive, but something had been altered with him. It took some time, but you were able to finish it, a technology enhanced helmet with heat vision, night vision, all kinds of visual abilities and hearing features of the future, essentially turning you into a bloodhound.
You are faced with soldiers, using specialized weapons to try to bring you down. It was armored down like crazy, you knew you were in the right place. You were fueled by the very flashbacks of that day running through the crowd, except now you fought your way through it to find your husband, not waiting for someone to come in and take him away again, not this time. You used your new claws you hadn’t tested out yet, slicing your way past anybody standing in your way. He was there, his captors were trying to escort him out, but you didn’t let that happen. They had him in here like some kind of monster, or an experiment. The way he was strapped onto the table, deprived of his senses, your heart was breaking for how long this has happened. You were gonna be there for him no matter what. As an army of one you destroy the enemy, and release Siebren from his cage. You got through it the same way you came in, escaping with your love of your life that you hadn’t seen in so long….
You made it back, and finally had the chance to look at him again, you were just shocked. He was the same and yet so different, he was fractured so much more than that last time you’d seen him. All his hair has went and fell out, he looks a bit starved, he’s started talking to himself and not exactly snapping out of it. He’s begun floating above the ground, and he can hover anything he’d like to, including you. You feel so dazed being with him now, he can’t pay attention at all at first, until it hits you that he has no idea who you are. He can recall so many conversations, but the memory of you is completely lost. Your face doesn’t register to him, it’s like his mind has been hacked. It makes you upset to see him retract from your touch, but you see now that his trust will have to be earned again. So much has happened to him, all that time was lost. So much has happened to you, the crazy rabid dog inside of you has been let out, the bloodhound helmet took over your life for so long, you had to destroy it. You had your love now, you didn't need it anymore.
Now you just have to help Siebren remember. You take him for a trip, as it’s good to keep moving, the people that stole him will always be trying to get him back. You were trying to recreate those connections that started it all. You show him the school you went to, and went back to sit at the bench you studied at together. He remembers school, he can remember class, but your name has no meaning to him. You frown and keep taking him around. Your first apartment building, where he lived and you moved in with him. He can’t focus on anything, it makes you more frustrated that he can’t remember even which number was his. Nothing is the same. He starts to feel sad for you though, and he puts his arm around you in condolences. He has a hard time recognizing his old name, as he goes by Sigma now you’ve been told. He speaks in his native tongue, you can’t understand him but he sounds really calming, it is reassuring for you.
You took him somewhere to eat, hoping to uncover more clues some other way. You have both been through a lot. You’re turning into an old lady, and your hair has begun to grey, and you have lost all your time to trying to find someone who forgot about you. He needs your help more than he knows, and he’s been really messed up and traumatized. You order for him, something you knew that he liked, that he forgot about. He was astonished, as he first tasted a chocolate milkshake for the first time in however long. It brought back something, he was smiling to himself. He put in another straw, something that was familiar to your past relationship, sharing a drink together like this was very cute back in your day. It felt almost like a first date, but something new. When you got back, he tried to apologize to you for what happened to him, but you shut that down, and reminded him the same thing you told yourself all this long, don’t worry about it. He tried next to thank you for being so patient and forgiving of him, even though all of this happened- but you told him as his wife that you would take care of him no matter what. And these new experiences together have been amazing for you, after all you have him back. At this he fell silent, like it kicked in awfully fast. How?
“You never did anything wrong to me. I don’t know why, but it’s like, all of the worst was at the front, blinding me from the only good thing I ever had.” He starts to break down as he’s been holding in a lot. It broke your heart to hear him say that, but in a good way too. He moved to hold your hand, as if to see if it was still okay, after so long. You encouraged it, squeezing his hand and smiling, “It’s okay now, I won’t let anything happen.” You reassure him. He’s built up so many walls to deal with the shit he’s been through, he accidentally blocked you out entirely. Learning to trust you again has brought back strength in him, he knows now why he’s been able to stay positive, because there’s everlasting hope and love for you even if he doesn’t always remember. When he brings your face close to his and pulls you into a kiss, your absence in his mind has broken down completely.
When Siebren pulls away, he recognizes you, and he finally sees just how far you've went for him. With this also comes some anger for what has been done to him, and what's been taken from him. Its so painful to deal with, he feels so powerless that he starts to spiral a little bit.
"We were alone for so long, both of us, and you're so fearless now, so in control- and I've been breached." He is confused and afraid of himself, but he has so much trust in you. Siebren begun to drift off again, but caught himself at the brink, many emotions running through his severed mind, he's weeping and then he's laughing in the same moment. But you won't treat him like they did. You wouldn't even dream of experimenting on him without consent. You would stay patient with him through this all, as you hold his hand and bring him back down to the ground, and pull him to you for a hug.
"You're still here. You're with me." You remind him as you kiss away his tears. His expression is folded over into embarrassment for his actions, how he doesn't want you to have to feel like you need to deal with him like this. "You're not a burden,, otherwise I wouldn't have married you." You reason with him, he needs it to feel better, and it helps. It made him smile and look down, so you give him more reasons to know how much he's been missed.
You finally have him back, and it's better than before. Siebren would choose to stay with you over and over again, even if he had to go through the same explosive accident again as well- you mean everything to him and you're the reason he'll learn to be better. He supports you in your own studies, and thinks your ideas are excellent. Whatever you'd like to do together now, you have all the time in the world to enjoy it together.
Synopsis: Niran invites you into his sacred space.
Tags/CW: Smut. 18+ Only. Praise Kink. Top!Lifeweaver. Bottom!Reader. First time yaoi smut writing, so bear with me.
"I've got something for you." Niran's gentle voice broke your concentration on your project. You barely had time to remove your goggles and look up from the mess of technology in front of you before a handful of flowers was dangled in front of you. The gesture was sweet, just another thing that Niran had done to make you feel special.
"They're beautiful, thank you," you said as you graciously accepted the flowers. Niran leaned down to press a kiss to the top of your head. Even if he couldn't see the heat on your cheeks from the contact, Niran knew it was there. You weren't normally a bashful or flustered man, but Niran brought it out in you unlike anything else.
"I thought you deserved something to lighten this place up. Perhaps we could venture out to the gardens to get you a little sunlight?" Niran's suggestion sounded far too hopeful, as if he didn't know that you would do anything for him. You had left Vishkar to run off with him, even if the company had yet to notice. You weren't as important as Niran was to them, not in any sort of way they had picked up on yet at least. If you ever went back, he'd follow you, but Satya kept your secret well.
Niran held his hand out for you to take, which you did to let him lead you out of your workspace. A walk through the gardens had a lot of meanings. That was Niran's safe space, one that you never ventured into without him. He could want anything from a heavy talk to something as simple as a little stroll to take in the scenery. You hoped it wasn't anything too heavy, but there was something about the way he ran his thumb along the back of your hand that told you it was far from just nothing.
"You've been holed up in that basement all weekend." If Niran was annoyed, he didn't let it show. You knew how important quality time was to the man, and yet, you had been unable to tear yourself away from your latest project. You felt so close to a breakthrough, but it was just out of your reach.
"I, I am sorry," you apologized. Niran shook his head and chuckled before turning to cup your cheeks in his hands. He was taller than you by quiet a bit, the man towered over everyone. In another life, you thought he could have made a great general or warrior leading armies. The thought made you giggle sometimes because it was so unlike Niran to take up arms against anyone, even Vishkar. The two of you could have made a weapon to end this stupid feud for good, but he simply refused and turned his attention to his gardens.
"There is nothing to apologize for, you don't owe me anything. I just enjoy your company and have decided to be a bit selfish with your time. You're far too precious to be locked away working all day," Niran complimented. He dipped his head down and pressed a kiss to your hand before trailing more of them along your arm and up to your shoulder. Your breath hitched as Niran turned his face to your neck, but the kiss there didn't come. "You always get this absolutely lovely bit of color to your skin when I kiss you. I wish my roses could replicate it, I think it's my favorite color."
"Niran," you whined as his mouth finally made contact with your neck. His hands moved to tug at your shirt, which came off with a bit more effort than his. Most of Niran's outfits came off with an effortless tug at a belt or two. A quick blink or two of the eye and Niran was almost always sat fully on display in front of you. "We could have done this in my office."
"Then you'd complain that you can't focus. I already spend so much time thinking about you here that it wouldn't make a difference. Every flower was grown with the loving thought of you in my mind." Niran's words flustered you more than the way he undressed you. He knew what to expect from your body, there was rarely a day you didn't catch him undressing you with his eyes. He loved every inch of you as thoroughly as he cared for his gardens.
The press of Niran's body against yours was a nice distraction from the way his hands lingered as they explored. You knew he didn't do it to prolong your teasing, Niran just wanted to show his love and appreciation for your body. His excitement was impossible to hide, a press of his hardening length against the back of your thigh as you sat on his lap.
"Niran," you warned as his hands drifted lower. Your hips bucked up into his touch as one hand wrapped around your cock. His other hand moved around your hip to grab a handful of your ass. You shifted to straddle him properly now, grateful that Niran didn't stop the slow stroke of his hand along your cock. "Don't make me beg for it."
"Never. I'd never make such a sweet-," Niran paused to press a kiss to your lips, "-prince beg."
Despite his words, Niran kept you from grinding against him as he brought his fingers to your mouth. You took them in deeply, sucking them off as if Niran had stood up and presented you with his dick. Saliva dripped as he positioned his fingers behind you, but neither of you paid it any mind. All you cared about was the press of his fingers against your hole and the promise of more to come.
You hungrily took both of his fingers. Niran let you rock yourself back and forth to your heart's content. You gripped his shoulders tightly, blunt nails scratching against his skin. Niran let out a small moan at the bit of pain as you ground down at just the right angle to rub against his length.
"Again, please," Niran requested. You continued to ride his fingers, following the same path you had before. Niran's pre smeared against your skin, and you knew he was close to taking you. Your heart beat faster in your chest as Niran added a third finger, stretching you out even more. Even with all of his preparation, you would always strain just a little to fit all of him inside of yourself.
Niran knew and understood, which was why he was always so deliberate in preparing you. It could be the bane of your existence when all you wanted was for the larger man to pin you down and fuck you into oblivion, but you were grateful he didn't leave you any more sore than necessary.
"Relax." Niran's voice was just as gentle as his touch as he laid you down. His hair fell forward to frame his face. He looked beautiful, and that was what you chose to focus on instead of watching as he pushed his tip into you slowly. It was the stretch as you neared the base of his cock that forced the air out of your lungs, no matter how many shallow thrusts he gave as a warning.
"It's okay, I can take it," you promised him. Your hands came up to cradle Niran's face, not allowing him to move away from you. You needed him close, and Niran craved to be closer. His lips pressed against yours in a messy kiss, one that left both of your lungs absolutely burning for air by the time it was reluctantly broken.
"I know you can. You always take me so well. The universe made us for each other, I just know it." Your body had already felt a little too warm, but Niran's words made you hot. Blood burned its way through your veins as it rushed south for one purpose and one purpose only. Niran was buried to the hilt inside of you, tip rubbing against your prostate with each little shift of his hips.
Your mouth fell open in a silent scream. Above you, Niran was anything but quiet. He shamelessly moaned loudly, announcing his pleasure to the world around you. Your body tried to curl up beneath him, but Niran had you pinned and spread beneath him. There was nowhere for you to run and hide in your vulnerable state, not that you had ever felt genuine need to hide yourself from Niran. He'd take care of you once his brain had pushed its way through his haze.
"I've made a mess," you pouted as you looked at your cum coating Niran's stomach. He laughed as he grabbed a discarded piece of clothing to wipe it away. You couldn't help the blush at how nonchalant he seemed about it. For a moment, you wished that you had a fraction of his confidence. Niran seemed to sense some sort of discomfort with you and pulled you into his arms.
"Would it be alright if we stayed here for a moment? I know that you don't like being dirty, but the moment is too nice not to bask in." Once again, Niran sounded hopeful as he made a small request. You nodded and relaxed into his arms. You focused on the flowers and sunlight as it warmed your skin, and for a moment, you felt as carefree as Niran appeared.
