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silverwings22 · 4 days

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Song of the Sea: Chapter 4: Strength to Stand

Chapter warning: Body morphing, accidental nudity, profanity, brothers bullying each other, inhuman physicality, brief descriptions of a POW

Series warning: explicit smut, alien anatomy (it's a monsterfucker fic, guys), major character injury, grief, canon typical violence, autistic meltdowns, and my terrible attempts at Mando'a

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The war was brutal on soldiers, Shiani had known it would be. She hadn't, however, realized how hard it was going to be on her. Tech didn’t come back to Kamino much, and it had been over two years since the war started.

She’d been struggling to figure out these schematics he’d sent her, frustrated at her ability to find the scrap she needed. She had wired a functional hyperdrive and navicomputer out of bits and bobs, the interface coming out of the back of droid’s head like a monstrous brain leech. The hardest part was welding three different recipes of durasteel alloy when they melted a different temperatures. She was starting to think she was never going to have a functional engine unless she started stealing stuff from Tipoca directly. She could get into an open hangar, theoretically…

The very idea terrified her, so she pushed it to the side for the millionth time since she’d first thought of it and decided she’d finish the piece she was working on and go hunting. She was desperately hungry, as always. Since the war started and the cloning operation up above her had ramped up, the litter raining down on the seafloor had gotten worse. Almost nothing lived in her precarious little territory anymore, and she’d been chased on the rare occasions she’d ventured into deeper water. Once, another siren had almost caught her until she’d recklessly headed straight for a glass tube on the bottom, which had electrified protection around it. Shiani knew where the shock started, her pursuer hadn’t, and while they’d been twitching like a stunned fish she’d managed to get away.

She had just finished up her weld and pushed the mask Tech had given her up off the top of her head, waiting for it to cool enough she could rub her thumbs over it and check the quality. Her comm, sitting on a nearby rock, started vibrating and she scrambled over eagerly. Only one person ever called her. “Tech!”

He was seated alone in the cockpit of the Havoc Marauder, looking through his datapad with the autopilot engaged. She recognized the interior of his ship now, with the recordings he’d sent her and the schematics she’d looked over a thousand times. She’d memorized hundreds of ship types, just so she could recognize his when it came back to Tipoca city.

He smiled. "It is good to see you as well. How is everything?"

"Same here. Found new parts underwater. And the new handheld you gave me got stuff to work in the cave." She giggled. "My ship is almost done. Come see you in space!"

Tech raised an eyebrow. "What do you intend to use for fuel?"

Her ear fins drooped a little and her expression looked faraway for a moment. "Gonna have to steal some from the longnecks. And an engine, if I can’t find the parts."

"That would put you at significant risk of discovery."

She huffed. “Worth it to get off Kamino. I’m so sick of water.” She was sick of more than water. She was sick of garbage and hunger and the sound of her own people’s singing filling her with dread. If they ever conquered their fear of the longnecks and explored the volcano, she’d be done for.

Tech shook his head wryly. "You belong in water, you are an aquatic species. Even if you can breathe oxygen, it would be difficult for you to move around. You do not have legs. If I took you with me off of Kamino after the war, I would need to find a way to transport you. I’ve considered repurposing a bacta tank with a steering apparatus-"

"That’s a lot of work, Tech. I’ll just change shape."

Tech froze. "You can… change shape?"

Shiani nodded eagerly. "Yes. Sirens used to live on land when there was land. We can have legs, and tentacles too. I’ve been practicing the change, it just took a while to figure out. Most sirens don’t bother. Here, I’ll show you.”

"I was unaware you could do that."

She adjusted the comm slightly and wiggled back so he could see. "I want to walk off Kamino. I’ll see all the places you go!"

As he watched, fascinated, she pressed four of her tentacles together and hummed. They fused seamlessly, popping audibly as bones formed and flexed into place. When the unnerving sound ended, she was sitting in the sand with the remaining four tentacles splayed out almost skirtlike, and a pair of distinctively humanoid legs stretched out in front of her. She wiggled her toes at the comm.

"Fascinating…" Tech whispered, taking a moment to inspect the transition. Her legs were as purple as the rest of her, lean and hairless. Her toenails were as pointed and sharp-looking as her fingernails, reconfirming she was a predator. He’d never seen her hunt, but she talked about it sometimes. As she wobbled to her feet, supported by her tentacles, he guessed she was of shorter stature on legs. And- "Shiani! You are not wearing pants!”

"Pants? What pants?" She blinking, scooping up her comm from the rock she'd had it sitting on to bring it to her face. And sparing him, since Tech had just gotten an eyeful of completely bare siren ass. Not an unpleasant view, if he was honest, but that was Shiani. She was as off-limits as a Jedi general. He and his brothers went home with girls they’d never see again from bars, not people they were actually friends with. Sexual contact made things complicated, and his life was complicated enough as a soldier.

"Bottom clothing. You cannot just walk around naked!" His cheeks were red.

Shiani blinked again, poking her kelp shirt and chains. "Not naked, Tech."

"Yes you are. From the waist down." He grumbled.

"Humans think naked is the bottom?" She giggled. "So strange."

"I had assumed your use of plant fibers to make a shirt would indicate a little more modesty."

“Modesty for sirens is to cover nipples. What’s the point of covering the bottom?" She cocked her head to the side. “Can’t move around in uniforms like yours, and something that’s loose won’t cover anything anyway. When you swim up, everybody under you can see anyway.” She shrugged.

"The point is to protect and conceal your… more delicate parts." He sighed. Cultural differences were a minefield, but he supposed this explained why she'd once set up squawking when he'd taken his shirt off to ring the water out of it in the cave during a visit. He'd just thought she was shy around men… "You live in close proximity to a large number of regs, who have limited contact with females of any species. You could be in danger, if anyone saw you."

"Why would regs want to hurt me?" She frowned.

"Biological impulses are difficult to control, and I do not put my faith in regs to make an attempt."

She scrunched her face. "I thought all clones were brothers, not just your squad. I’m not scared of clones, just longnecks."

"Just trust me. I will bring you a set of blacks to wear when we return to Kamino… though you may need a cadet size."

Shiani nodded. "Okay, I’ll wear the pants. But only for you. When are you coming home?"

"Very soon. We have… adopted a new member of the squad. He needs additional medical attention and new prosthetic limbs, which I will be better able to make with access to the Tipoca City facilities."

She sat back in the sand, eyes glued to his face in the holo. “Will you tell me about your new brother?” She’d hunt later. Right now, she wanted to listen to him talk. She could listen for a thousand years to Tech talking. She wasn’t sure exactly when it happened, when friendly affection started to grow into something new, but at some point during one of the many info-dumps under the lantern light, she’d found herself falling in love with him. How couldn’t she? Tech was handsome and honest, with greater patience towards her than she usually had for herself. He brought her tools and food when he was on Kamino, and sent her encouraging messages when he wasn’t. He was the only person to speak to her since her banishment, the only voice who spoke her name and made her feel like she was still a person instead of a creature descended into madness in the dark. It may as well have been fated for her to fall in love with Tech, the way the Harmony and Melody had put him in her life.

Entirely unaware of her blossoming, soul-deep devotion, Tech had launched into his story. "Alright. It began on Yalbec Prime, with an insurrection of an insectoid species-"

"Tech's hiding something." Hunter grumbled. "I'm tired of dancing around it. He's constantly disappearing or taking comms with the cockpit doors shut."

"Maybe he's got a girlfriend?" Wrecker suggested. They were back on Kamino, Echo just back from medical with new attachments to his half-wired brain. The poor Corporal looked exhausted, but was sitting up to wait for Tech to get back from… wherever he'd gone. He couldn't sleep until everyone was accounted for.

"Yeah right. That nerd?" Crosshair huffed. "No way in hell."

"Maybe a friend then?" Echo mumbled, gratefully leaning on Wrecker when he sat down beside him.

Hunter sighed. "It's a distraction, whatever it is. He needs to come clean."

"So have Wrecker hold him down and I'll take his glasses like we did as cadets. He'll fess up when I can't see two feet in front of his face." Crosshair smirked around his toothpick.

"That was a dick move then and it's a dick move now." Hunter groaned.

"You want answers or not?"

"... fine. Wrecker, grab him when he walks in the door."

Echo rolled his eyes, but decided to get in his hammock to wait instead of watching the shit show too close. These guys were all the chaotic energy of Domino squad, but crammed into each individual. Together? A tsunami of stupid that somehow worked.

Tech had been gone a couple hours already, so it wasn't long before he did show back up. Soaking wet, which Wrecker immediately noticed when he put the genius in an arm lock. "Were you outside?! Why are you wet?!"

Crosshair snagged the goggles off Tech's face and shook the water off. "Ugh."

Hunter made a face. "You smell like low tide. Where have you been?"

Tech wiggled uncomfortably. "Put me down, Wrecker."

"Not until you tell us what's going on with you." Hunter demanded. "You've been vanishing for hours every time we come back here."

"I have other engagements. It is not affecting my work." Tech squinted at him. "And return my glasses. You know I need them to see."

"Nope." Crosshair sprawled out in his own bunk. "We could roll back the cam footage, Hunter. He records everything."

"You will get nothing. The footage is password protected." Tech sniffed. Anything to do with Shiani he kept under lock, since he couldn't risk the Kaminoans finding out about her.

"So you are hiding something." Hunter growled.

"It is a matter of personal security. Now put me down!" Tech squawked, kicking his feet.

"Security for who?" Crosshair smirked, dangling Tech's goggles just out of reach. "There's a sea swell tonight with half the city underwater, and you were outside? Doesn't seem too secure to me, vod."

Tech frowned, mind racing to figure out a way out of this. He'd calculated his contact with Shiani into his life, been absolutely sure it wasn't affecting any missions or endangering his squad… he'd forgotten to factor in how fucking nosy his brothers were. "It is not any of your business-"

Taptaptaptap.

The furious sound of staccato nails on the window caught everyone's attention. Tech squinted at the ghostly figure of a 8-legged woman glaring at the scene in front of her, pointing at Wrecker holding him in the air and Crosshair with his goggles.

"What the fuck is that?" The sniper blinked, leaning back with his eyes fixed on the bared fangs in front of them. Her mouth was terrifying, splitting almost to the back of her jaw in a vicious snarl to show exactly how sharp those teeth were.

Tech smirked faintly. If she was going to reveal herself... "The reason I was out."

Wrecker dropped him to run to the window and Tech snatched his goggles back. "She looks mad." The giant blinked.

Shiani was signing angrily at him, who didn't have a clue what she was saying. Echo, on the other hand, whistled. "She is."

Tech walked up, signing back to her. "It is alright. They were just wondering where I was."

“Are you hurt?” Her lips snapped shut the minute he approached, face softening back into something vaguely pretty, with no visible seams around the corners of her mouth. He’d never seen her do that before… but he’d never seen her angry, either.

"No, I am not injured. But they have seen you now. I thought you wanted to remain hidden."

“Just wanted to make sure you got to your room safe, so I followed.” Her tentacles drooped nervously. “Was worried”.

Tech smiled. "May I introduce you? These are my brothers."

“They won’t tell anyone? They’re safe?”

"Yes. They are safe." Tech looked over at the squad. "You all must agree to never discuss her with anyone else. Her species lives in hiding from the Kaminoans. They could be in danger if the wrong person knew of their continued existence."

The other four clones nodded, gathering at the window curiously. Tech pointed out each brother, signing for her. "This is Hunter."

“Tracker and leader. Hunter.” She waved, scooting closer to the glass. “Skull face?”

"Yes, he has a tattoo on his face."

“Good leader. Perfect success, Tech told me.”

Hunter preened a little as Shiani kept signing. "What did she say, Tech? I didn't catch that."

Tech snickered. "She said you had best not let me get hurt. She is quite protective, as you can see."

Crosshair chuckled. "Feisty squid." Suddenly the nearly-forgotten drunken conversation about tentacles made sense to him. Tech had a thing for the siren, and he wasn’t doing anything about it. Of course he wasn’t, because Tech would think himself in circles and avoid risk at all cost. If he was friends with her, he’d be concerned about changing the dynamic… Tech hated change so much it was almost hilarious. Almost.

"She is a siren. This is Crosshair, Shiani."

She mimicked firing a rifle curiously. “Sniper. Never misses.”

"That's right. She's pretty smart." Crosshair nodded.

Tech nodded. "She is very intelligent, and enjoys learning. I have been teaching her Basic."

"So she can talk?" Wrecker grinned, pushing Crosshair out of the way. "Hi, Miss Squid lady!"

"She cannot hear through the window, but her name is Shiani. Shiani, this is Wrecker."

Shiani put her hands on the window to examine Wrecker’s face. Wrecker stared back, a little uncomfortable under the predator’s pale eyes. After a moment she touched her own face and signed. Tech smiled. "She wants to know if your face hurts. She is very empathetic."

Wrecker grinned and shook his head. "Nah. It doesn't hurt anymore."

Shiani nodded, signing to Tech. Echo laughed.

"What did she say!?" Wrecker pouted.

"She told Tech not to stand too close to you." Echo wheezed.

Tech smiled and waved Echo a little closer. "This is Echo. The one I told you about, on the last mission."

She put a tentacle to the window, considering his pale and tired face. Echo tried not to squirm under her wide gaze until she smiled, and even then those inch long canines were unnerving. “Very brave Echo. Hero.”

He flushed when he realized she’d complimented him. "Not really…"

“You saved Anaxes. Survived capture. Echo is like a Chainbreaker.”

Echo looked at Tech. "Chainbreaker?"

"Her people's heroes. The ones who led them out of captivity and to freedom in their underwater cities. The chains she is wearing is a symbol of freedom to them, to take back what kept them bound and use it for their own. It is a very high honor to be considered a Chainbreaker." Tech explained. "I told her about your experience on Skako Minor."

"So that's what you were doing all afternoon?" Hunter cocked an eyebrow.

"No. I talked to her over comm on the way here. This afternoon, she wanted to show me something she is building. And I took her some food and pants."

"How's she getting all those wiggly parts in a pair of pants?" Crosshair huffed.

"She has shape-shifting abilities." Tech looked back at Shiani, who was floating upside down to examine Echo’s scomp arm. "She wants to leave Kamino."

"Tech, we can't take her with us. She'd be caught by the Kaminoans instantly… and we're soldiers. We can't take a girl like that into a war." Hunter sighed.

"I know. But perhaps… after the war." Tech gave the siren a regretful look. He might not even survive that long, war was inherently dangerous. Still, the idea of taking Shiani where she could see all the things he'd shown her through his recordings… it was a nice dream. She'd be happy.

"Maybe." Hunter looked at her too. "She seems like a nice girl."

"She is extraordinarily pleasant company." Tech smiled a little, and that was the nicest thing Hunter had ever heard him say about anyone.

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bygiornogiovanna · 2 years

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"You can't get rid of me, darling."

Yan!Giorno Giovanna x GN reader

Summary: After months of being stuck by his side, with a little regret in your heart, you finally try to escape the Don of Passione. Only to be met by an unexpected surprise.

word count: 2.2k

Tw.: yandere behavior, mentions of kidnapping, threatening, reader running for their life, bad writing xd

gagahahshs i hope you will like this, it's my first time writing something like this

I DO NOT AGREE WITH ANY YANDERE BEHAVIOR. i only wrote this for fun.

You looked at your so-said husband, his sleeping figure looking so peaceful and a small sigh leaves your lips. You almost felt bad for wanting to escape.

Your life there wasn't even that bad. Giorno never punished you too hard, always gave you the want you wanted, and showered you with love and affection, even if it wasn't what you wanted. He respected the times when you wanted to be alone and never touched you in any way other than cuddles or hugs. Always bought you expensive dresses and every single thing you wanted.

But still..the fact that he tore apart your freedom, that he stole you from your previous life, to keep you isolated like you were a prize, that he wanted only for himself. His obsession with you was unhealthy for both of you, to say the least. Even though you couldn't say you hated him that much anymore, Giorno still stole you and your happiness.

You planned this escape for a long time, more exactly, since you knew that this month will be the most tiring he had in a while. The hardest part of the plan was getting past the guards and out of the Don of Passione's mansion. But what made it easier was the fact that you knew when their shift changed, and that they had five minutes where the house wasn't that full of guards. The clock proudly showed 03:25, meaning that the shift will be changed in five minutes. Which gave you exactly four minutes to get out of there after the second shift will end. You placed a small kiss on his cheek, seeing him turn in his sleep, groaning. Okay, maybe you shouldn't have done that. "You can do this, Y/N" You encouraged yourself.

You looked at the window that was the closest to the backyard, where you planned to escape. There was a part of the gate that was easier to climb and wasn't that easy to be seen climbing. As soon as you saw the guards leaving inside for their break, you quietly started heading for the gate.

The first step was complete, you got out of the mansion without being seen, and you made it to the gate. Now, the second step was about to begin: Climbing the gate. Your whole childhood and in your teens you climbed on gates, either to steal fruits from trees or to skip school, so it wouldn't be that hard. With your hands shaking, you looked back one more time and started climbing, when you suddenly heard Giorno's voice calling your name from inside the house: "Cara, where did you go?". Your eyes widened and you started climbing faster, your right foot going over the gate. Your heart was racing as you kept hearing Giorno shout your name, trying to find you. If he caught you, you would be in big trouble. Your other foot came to the outside area of the gate, when, suddenly, you heard the same voice from before getting closer. Without wasting any time, you jumped into the grass beneath you and started running for your life.

"Boss, they ar e past the mansion's gates! You three, go after them!" You heard a deep voice calling Giorno, meaning they caught your sight. You sprinted even faster, entering the woods nearby.

You ran and ran until the only thing you could hear were your legs stepping on fine branches and your heavy pants. Poor you, your legs were trembling, but you didn't stop. No, if you stopped, it would be a death sentence. You knew your captor was already after you, so you pushed yourself to run until in the city. You left any jewelry back at the mansion, knowing he had trackers in them, and you were dressed in your old clothes, those in which you were kidnapped.

The city wasn't that far, only three or four kilometers away from the forest. The only thing lighting your path was the moon, which, thankfully, was shining as bright as ever.

After running for what felt like an eternity, the people driving the few cars passing on the road by the forest giving you weird looks, you finally made it to the city. It still wasn't safe since you knew Giorno had men literally everywhere. Even though, you stopped since you felt like fainting. Fortunately, the train station was only a few minutes walking away, so you fell onto your knees, trying to catch your breath. Your whole body was aching, and you felt like dying right there, but you had to get to the train station. You had money enough for a one-way ticket to whatever city was farther from here. Where he couldn't get to you. Where you would finally be safe.

"Hey, you! Miss, are you alright? I've been calling you for two minutes" You heard a deep voice calling from your side. You froze, recognizing the voice. Narancia. Shit. Fuck. What do I do? You thought. Narancia was his right hand, like the rest of the Bucciarati gang. If he saw you, he will definitely take you back to your "home".

"Yeah, I'm fine! A little tired, don't worry. You can leave!" You tried changing your voice so he couldn't recognize it. You weren't afraid that much of him, was really nice to you, but you knew how powerful he is.

"Y/N? Is that you?" He says, trying to get a look at your face, which was hidden in your palms.

"Huh? Who are you talking about? I don't know who you are talking about. My name isn't Y/N." You reply, hoping he would believe you.

"You can't fool me, young one! What is it that you are doing here, at almost 4:30 in the morning! You should be home, I'm sure Giorno is wor- Speaking of the devil..." He says, taking his phone out when he heard it ringing. He had not one, but three missed calls from his friend.

"No! Don't tell him I'm here!" You suddenly shout, getting up. You might have to run again. You recovered a little, but you don't know how much you can keep running. Narancia cocked a brow at you and answered his phone.

"Hello, Narancia here! [..] What's up with that voice, GioGio? [..] They ran away...and I have to search for them? Huh?! But they-" He wanted to say but you covered his mouth, staring at him.

"What is it, why did you stop talking?" You heard Giorno's voice on the other line.

"Nothing..." Narancia answered in a suspicious tone. "I wanted to say that they seemed so happy with you like they would finally accept you. Weird. Anyways, I'm going to start looking for them and bring them to you. [..] Yes, of course, unharmed! [..] Bye-bye!"

You sighed, relieved he didn't say a thing. Judging by the look on his face, he wanted an explanation. "Look, Giorno isn't that bad. He's actually really nice and I like him but... I can't live like that! I'm fucking caged with no contact except of your gang and the kitchen lady that doesn't even talk to me. Please, don't tell him you saw me, let me go..." You pleaded, tears threatening to spill out of the corners of your eyes.

"I would love to do that 'cause I understand how you feel but...I can't hurt my friend like that. If you disappeared forever and he would find out I let you go, GioGio would be devastated. He would never forgive me." Narancia sighs. "Plus, what's your plan? Leave by the train to another city, one where you think he wouldn't find you and live your life there? You have nothing, Y/N. And, even if he didn't catch you until you got there, we have people everywhere. Every. fucking. where. Giorno will find you and he will bring you back. With all it takes."

You look at him for a few seconds, speechless. This is how obsessed he was with you? Your heart dropped, knowing Narancia was serious. For a second, you thought of giving up, but...What if you could make it and Narancia was just saying bullshit exactly to bring you down?

Before he could say another thing you started running towards the train station, forcing your legs to run faster than before. You had to get there and leave as soon as possible.

"Oh my fucking God, this person...Well, I tried. I have to announce Giorno and try to convince them before he gets here. Or else...Good luck, Y/N." The man says, pulling out his phone again while starting to run after you.

After what, again, felt like an eternity, you were starting to see your destination. You knew Narancia was behind you, but you didn't care. You have your chance and you are so close. So, so close. You dashed through the station's doors, running to the ticket office. "Please, what's the train that leaves the fastest?" You ask, panting, looking at the door. You and the ticket lady talked for a little, and right when you were about to purchase the ticket, Narancia flew to the doors, exactly like you did three minutes ago.

"Y/N, please come with me. I'm begging you, let me bring you back to him and end this." He said, also panting, looking at you worried.

"No! I told you, I'm not coming back to him! Leave!" You shouted, taking the closest thing you had to protect yourself, that being a pencil.

"You have no fucking idea how mad he is. If you come with me, he may calm down, but if Giorno comes here and catches you, you can consider yourself dead. And he isn't that far from here." Narancia shouted back at you. "So please, just fucking come! I promise to tell him you behaved and that you just pulled a prank on me by running away."

This kept going on for several minutes, you and him shouting at each other, but you knew he was right. If the Don of Passione got his hands on you, you were dead. So, deciding that enough time was wasted, you snatch the ticket and tried running to the place you had to take the train.

"Y/N, please co-" You heard Narancia say, but he suddenly stopped when a round of slow, sarcastic applause was heard. You felt the air in the room getting thicker and you felt your head spinning. Your worse fear about this shitty plan just happened: Giorno entered the train station nonchalantly, clapping his hands.

"What a beautiful show you put on for me, cara." He spoke and you froze in your spot. The tone he was using made you shiver, eyes full of tears. You thought he would be raging, screaming at you and running to you, brutally grabbing your hair and killing you for defying him like this. But instead...his voice was calm. Not the kind of calm you were used to, but rather the calm that hid behind it a coldness only his biggest enemies saw. And you were about to see the most unpleasant side of Giorno Giovanna.

"Turn to me, amore. Right now." It wasn't a request, not even in the slightest. It was an order. Even if your mind was screaming at you to run as fast as you could, your body was refusing to listen to your commands, as if you were controlled by him, so you slowly turned to face him. The face that met you was even colder than the blonde's voice. "Come to me. Let's go home, where we can think and discuss what you did." You wanted to scream, to tell him to fuck off and leave you alone. But you couldn't. For some reason, the fact that he was so calm scared you more than if he was yelling. You subconsciously took a few steps back. "Look at me and listen closely, picolla (babe). One more step. Take one more step and you'll fucking regret it."

By the small change in his tone, you knew he will most likely make you regret it so you gave in. It was pointless to try and run again, he will most likely catch you before you can even get onto the train.

"Hey, young men! What's happening here? Leave this lady alone or I'm ca-" The ticket lady finally spoke up, but was fastly shut up by Giorno speaking again.

"Silenzio! Come here for fuck's sake, I'm starting to lose my patience." The blonde said harshly, and every inch of you started shaking. You slowly walked towards him and Narancia, when he spoke again. "Più velocemente! (Faster!)" He ordered and you sped up, almost running.

"You are dismissed, Narancia. I'm going to take care of them." Giorno said while never taking his eyes off of you. By the satisfied smirk on his face, you were in big trouble, but it could be worse. As you three started to walk towards the exit, Narancia whispered in your ear — "Good luck, Y/N. You will need it." — and parted away from you and your captor. Giorno pushed you in the car that was waiting for you ourside and he entered besides you, telling the driver to take you two back to the mansion.

"I hope you didn't think your oh-so-brilliant plan was going to work, did you?" He asks on a mocking tone and is met with a chilling silence. You were too afraid to speak up to him. What if he got even more mad? Your whole body shivered when he leaned closer to your ear and whispered:

"You can't get rid of me, darling."

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pufferfishdude · 7 days

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Krypto the Superdog: Season 1 Episode 3 Part 3

As the Dog Star Patrol are formally introduced, Mammoth Mutt is the last to be shown off, and thus a full depiction of her inflating and deflating on the spot. It's a very fast sequence and there's a lot of frames used for it, so rather than individually showing them, I've gathered them altogether into one compilation.

The process begins with Mammoth Mutt concentrating, closing her eyes and tensing up. Then she starts to plump up into a fat and lumpy frame that gains rolls along the back, the front legs amassing folds before the body quickly grows spherical in height and width, the back bulging past her head while the tail is completely obscured. The back rolls from from one to three as large thick curves. As she grows taller and rounder, the front and back left legs rise off the floor to accomodate the stretched out proportions, the back leg being the last to do so, while the centre of the swelling belly firmly plants itself in their place as it dominates the lower half.

For a brief moment, Mutt's body grows so large the back exceeds the top of the screen while the sides bulge out slightly before settling into the end result size, indicating that the hefty heroine's body can possibly go larger but is generally under her control, shifting like a balloon when the air pressure inside is adjusted.

Once Mammoth Mutt reaches full size, head nestled in the middle, her eyes open and she smiles as she sways on the spot from left to right, front legs cosily in two folds while the back leg sticks out in place of the hidden tail, her roundness and weight shown off in a way that isn’t difficult for her to manage even when idle, displaying just how in control she is of her puffed up power. Her figure is like a massive pink circus ball shown off to the one-man audience that is Krypto. It's also fitting for her to be the last formally introduced given how Krypto had to experience her power the hardest way possible.

The deflation process is in a mostly similar fashion as the inflation, except the confident smile is used until she gets to normal size, in which she goes back to the focused eyes-closed one.

#female expansion #body inflation #cartoon #roll #television show #animal #dog #krypto the superdog #mammoth mutt #deflation #anthro

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liminalpebble · 10 months

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Eddie’s Education: Chapter 1

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Eddie's Education

Synopsis: 15 years after the events in the upside-down and Eddie's unlikely survival, he's still left with scars and an uneventful life working at his uncle's garage and as a part-time bartender. Although he planned to get out of Hawkins like a bat out of hell, he's still there and feeling stuck. At Uncle Wayne's suggestion, Eddie goes to night school to finally get his GED. Little does Eddie know that his life is about to get a lot more interesting when he meets his tutor, Leia, and realizes staying in Hawkins might not be so bad after all.

A/N: Eddie Munson x OFC, slow burn to eventual smut, multi-parter. Cannon divergent. Eddie's a sweetheart, Eddie Lives! Minors DNI

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Chapter 1

In Classroom 4 of Hawkins Community College, Eddie slouched in his chair and stared at the clock, tapping his foot nervously and sighing at the chicken-scratch markings on his trig worksheet. Academics were never his thing, or rather systematic herding of children through an arbitrary system of achievement was never his thing. His high school classmates called him a freak, his teachers called him an idiot, but Eddie was never a dummy...just a non-conformist. Eddie was 34, the new millennium had turned the corner, the metal head figured it was time to turn a corner of his own and finally get that piece of paper that held him back for so long; a diploma.

Finally the clock struck10 pm and he was free, jumping up from his desk gleefully before he remembered that today he would begin his extra tutoring after class. The gray-haired teacher stared him down through her big serial-killer glasses as she passed him the little slip. It told him which room to go to and who his tormentor would be for the next hour...and the rest of the semester.

As he strode through the tunnel of florescent lights he read the details in all their dot-matrix glory.

Room : 66, 3rd floor Staff Tutor: Violetta Leia Vespero (Adjunct)

Jesus, Eddie thought, grinning to himself, what a fucking lucky number! And what a fucking name!

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Leia hustled down the polished expanse of puke yellow Formica that constituted a hallway in Hawkins community college, clutching her coffee for dear life. These days were long, the hours were weird. She had just army-crawled her way to the end of teaching a two hour block class of high school level English to GED candidates. These first days of the semester were always the hardest, new faces, new names, new struggles. She felt for her students. She tried her best...but god, was she tired by the time that clock finally struck 10.

One hour to go...just one hour of tutoring, and then home, hot bath, anime, bourbon...you can do it...come on. She thought, cheering herself on as she hoisted her pile of books and a loaded backpack up the three flights of stairs to room 66.

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As Eddie made his reluctant way towards Room 66, he spotted a pile of books with legs breathing heavily as it kicked the stairwell door open with a booted-foot. He hurried over.

“Hey...hey!” he said waving down to the pair of dark eyes peeking over the wall of paper. “Uh....need a hand?”

“Oh shit, yes please. Thank you so much,” she huffed out as a tall guy with wild brown hair and a leather jacket took the stack off her hands.

“Uh...where too?”

“Room...” she paused opening a crumpled note from her pocket, “ha,” she chuckled, “ you're not gonna believe this...66”.

“Oh hey, me too!” he exclaimed.

As they arrived, Eddie held the door open, nodding for her to go ahead of him.

She huffed out, “Thanks again! I was hauling that up from the basement,” as she set her coffee carefully on the teacher's desk. Eddie twitched with surprised realization. She's the tutor?! How is she old enough to teach here??

She quickly fished a hair elastic out of the pocket of her dress. He figured it clearly came from a thrift store; a worn out but tidy relic (probably the only “professional” clothing she could afford on an adjunct's salary) paired with an old pair of Docs. Apparently, intentional or not, for this young lady grunge never died.

He watched as she efficiently wound her straight black curtain of hair from her waist up into a knot to get it out of her face. When he realized he was doing a trademark Munson zone-out, he asked her quickly, “You...you wouldn't happen to have another of those I can borrow do you? This,” he said gesturing with a funny exaggeration to his wild curls, “keeps getting in my face.”

She chuckled. “Ha...yeah sure. I know the feeling,” she replied handing him a spare elastic.

“Thanks,” he said, tying his hair up as well.

“Sooo...do I call you Miss Vespero or what?” Eddie asked

She offered her hand to shake as she said, “Oh no no. Just Leia is fine.”

“Leia?” he said, puppy eyes wide.

She rolled hers, and laughed. “Yeah yeah...I know. Like Star Wars. Came out the year I was born...my dad's a nerd...etc.”

Fuck, now I feel old, He thought.

Eddie realized he was shaking her hand while saying nothing a little too long for it to be comfortable and tried to recover saying, “Uhhh...nice...nice to meet you. I'm Eddie Munson.”

“Likewise,” Leia said, then glanced to the door as a few other students came in and jostled into place, grumbling as they took their seats.

Leia carefully called out each name, and checked it off as she got a response.

“Hey everyone, welcome. Uh...I'm Leia, I'll be your faculty tutor every Thursday night, so feel free to bring whatever subject you're working on and I'll do my best to help everyone...”

She continued but Eddie was already zoning out, wondering about this girl, elbow on his desk, head propped in his hand. He checked out her stack of books. Scanning the ladder of spines, he read, Beginner's Guide to Linguistics, Grammar Exercises: Level 2, Beowulf, I Am Legend, and the cherry on top was a thick well-worn volume; The Silmarillion, J.R.R. Tolkien. He didn't even realize that his jaw had dropped, mouth hanging open in surprise and delight. Maybe Thursday nights wouldn't be so bad after all, he thought as he could almost hear Hot for Teacher blaring inside his own skull.

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#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things #stranger things fanfic

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What is the hardest game you have ever played?

Mmmmm. I'm not really good at video games despite liking them, so I tend to avoid games that are too difficult.

...Probably Unleashed? It took me about nine hours to beat Perfect Dark Gaia (my thumbs say never again) and I still get flashbacks to Eggmanland. They were really out for blood with that one.

Actually NO I JUST REMEMBERED SONIC SHUFFLE

SONIC

SHUFFLE

LET ME EXPLAIN TO YOU THE NINTH RUNG OF HELL THAT IS SONIC SHUFFLE

So Shuffle is a Hudson-developed party game much like Mario Party, right? Except this game actively fucking hates you, will not give you even a snowball's chance, and I am not kidding, the curbstomp begins immediately out of the gate. Like. It is the most brutal fucking experience. You cannot play this game just to get your bearings, or you will get your ass whooped around the world and back. I had to restart the board three times just to get the slightest edge over the computer and that was on Easy. The way the game works is that you and the other players are given a hand of cards, which determines the number of spaces you move across the board. When you use up your hand, you must then pick the cards in the others' decks, which you are not allowed to see. This makes strategizing a huge pain in the ass and largely a crapshoot because you don't know which cards your opponents have. In order to get Precious Stones, you need to defeat enemies. You pick cards to determine whether your character has a chance at defeating them, because then a die is rolled by the computer. It's entirely possible to pick a 6 against an enemy that picks a 2 and still lose to them anyway because the die rolled a 1 for you. You cannot practice minigames, so you're stumbling around trying to figure out these obscure-ass mechanics. Because the AI was programmed to win like 3 times out of 4 even on Easy, your best bet is literally to pray the computer doesn't fuck you over too hard. Even strategy guides on Reddit are like "yeah just hope the RNG isn't too brutal" like my dude Shuffle revealed to me the darkness that lurks in my heart, and then punished me for my sins. Part of the first board lies submerged underwater. That is to say, you can drown if you stay underwater for too long unless you step on a Bubble Space. I think it's like, five turns underwater? That might seem generous but it's really not.

Well. Me being the shamless opportunist I am, I decided to try to get a leg up on Tails by forcing him to play a 1-turn card and drowning him.

Guess what the game fucking did that very next turn?

MADE ME SWITCH PLACES WITH HIM.

It can't be stressed enough how much the game hates you. It will hand out wins to the other characters left and right, but make you toil for your Precious Stones. I am not kidding, you are always at a disadvantage and can never count on the computer being in your favor ever. E v e r. Where the others got awarded extra rings on luck-based events, I got my ass knocked out for three turns.

I wasted three hours on the first board on Easy and lost to fucking Amy simply because she earned more rings and I swear to God I turned off the Dreamcast more defeated than I had ever felt in my entire life lol

#asks #war flashbacks intensify

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actress4him · 1 year

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Querencia 15 - Mind Control Part 3

Taglist (let me know if you’d like to be added or removed!): @darthsutrich , @inky-whump , @painful-pooch

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Contains: dude whump, mind control, referenced lady whump, death mention, electric shock, superhero typical violence, mild blood, restraints, needle mention, magical nonsense, referenced minor whump, referenced sibling death, referenced choking

This has been, without a doubt, one of the worst days of Jamil’s life. Not the worst day, but definitely in the top three.

Watching his friends get hurt has always been the hardest part of this whole superhero job. He doesn’t like for them to be in pain, and he worries that someday they’re going to be permanently injured or maybe even die. They’ve all come close to it, one time or another. It, unfortunately, comes with the territory.

But he never, ever thought that it would be his hands hurting them, his own powers threatening to kill them.

Every movement that he makes is completely out of his control, but he can feel the impact of all of it. His knuckles ache from the punches that a dozen different replicas have landed. Electricity buzzes beneath his skin, his whole body aching from the “deaths” of his copies. He’s completely exhausted. If he’d been in control, he would have collapsed and given up ages ago.

But Luna clearly isn’t tired yet. He highly doubts that she’s feeling the same pain he is, she probably conveniently blocked that part of his brain from reaching her. And regardless, she doesn’t care anything about the anguish ripping through him each time she succeeds in making him hurt someone. She doesn’t care that the sight of Alex curled up on the floor at his mercy, the sensation of his fist against Quinn’s jaw, the fear and betrayal in all of their eyes, will haunt him for perhaps the rest of his life.

And maybe worst of all, the feeling of his hand around Lili’s throat, watching her struggle for breath and look at him with those wide, pain-filled grey eyes. He…he thought he was going to kill her. He thought he was going to have to watch her die, have to feel the life drain from her underneath his palm.

That’s the point where he starts to cry. Not the replicas, but himself, the real Jamil. Either Luna actually doesn’t have control over that one thing, or she decides she can allow him that. Maybe she finds it entertaining.

In the end, he’s fairly certain it’s what helps Quinn determine which one is him. He keeps glancing at him as he takes out the copies with his lightning, and whenever he can catch a breath starts calling out things like, “It’s going to be okay, Jay.” “We’re okay.” “We’re gonna get through this.”

Jamil tries to let the words soak in and believe them. It gets a bit easier when Alex is suddenly back in the fight, blood still drying on his face but looking fairly decent, considering the beating he’d taken. Lili. The pieces click together in Jamil’s mind. He’d seen her with Alex, out of the corner of his eye, but he hadn’t been able to stop to think about what she was doing. The knowledge that she’s okay enough to heal him and that he’s okay from her healing, combined with Quinn’s encouraging words, is enough to keep him going for now.

When this is all over…if they can figure out how to get him out of this mess…he owes them all so much. Quinn for saving Lili, Lili for saving Alex…all of them for doing their best not to hurt him despite what he’s doing to them. They ought to just knock him out. Electrocute him, hit him over the head…whatever it takes to stop him. He’d tell them that, if he could.

He isn’t even sure what happens, at first, when everything comes crashing down. Namely, when he comes crashing down, hitting the floor hard enough to make his vision go wonky. Alex is suddenly on top of him, using his enhanced strength to pin him down, and Jamil’s legs are kicking but somehow useless.

Then Nari appears above him. “Turn him over,” she orders, a pair of handcuffs in her hands. Ah. That’s what happened, there’s something metal binding his legs, probably thrown and wrapped by her from a distance. Thank you, Nari.

It isn’t over yet, though. Alex is strong enough to keep his body under control as he rolls him over and holds his hands behind his back for Nari to cuff, but they can’t control his powers. Luna is still fighting, still ripping replicas from him and turning some of them invisible, too. Jamil’s back arches as Quinn strikes another with lightning.

Alex hisses through his teeth. “I’m sorry, man. We’ll figure this out, okay?”

Of course he can’t respond. He’s not worried about himself, though, not when it comes to a little pain. He just wants this woman out of his head. He can feel her try to teleport him out from underneath Alex, but he just doesn’t have enough magic left. It’s been running on fumes for a while now, and that attempt is the last straw. Whatever copies are out in the room, including the invisible ones, fade out and draw back into his chest, leaving Quinn with crackling fingertips, waiting for more.

There’s a trickle of blood coming from Jamil’s nose. His head hurts, he’s tired beyond words, and he just wants to lie down and sleep. His body keeps jerking against the restraints, though, trying to throw Alex off.

You might not have magic left for now, Luna’s voice whispers, but that’s alright. I’ll just wait until it replenishes.

Jamil wants to sob.

“There’s gonna be a pinch in your arm, okay? Sorry, bud.” Nari’s voice and touch are both gentle. She knows how much he hates needles, but right now he hardly cares. Whatever she’s giving him, she must think it will help, and that’s all that matters.

Afterwards she crouches down where he can see her, tentatively reaching out to stroke his mess of curls. “You’re gonna get sleepy in a minute. This is just for now, so we can keep you and everybody safe until we figure this out, alright? We know this isn’t you. We know something’s going on…we’ll figure out what.” Her voice starts sounding very far away by the end. “Somehow.”

He doesn’t…wake, exactly. It’s more like one moment, he’s listening to Nari, there’s a flash of darkness, then he starts to become…aware. Everything is still mostly dark, but he can sense that there are things nearby. Colors catch his eye, but when he turns they’ve slipped away. Thoughts echo in the distance but don’t quite take shape.

Then that voice again. Her voice.

So, you’ve come to my domain now, hm? An image of Luna shimmers to life in the black. It’s imperfect to start with, parts of her fuzzy and incomplete like a barely-formed memory, but then she huffs impatiently and the image comes into focus.

“That’s right! I’m still here, even though your dear friends have sedated you. Can’t get rid of me that easily.”

“Yeah, but you can’t hurt them anymore like this,” he shoots back. The words don’t feel physical, though, they’re still just thoughts, if a little louder than normal.

“For now.” She examines her blue nails, clearly bored. There’s apparently a blue theme going on with her…blue eyes, blue lips, blue shirt, blue nails…she’s committed, he’ll give her that. “They can’t keep you sedated forever, though.” Stretching, she looks around, as if expecting to see something in the darkness. “This is pretty interesting, actually, I’ve never had anyone unconscious while I was controlling them. Usually I get bored and leave before we get to that point. Kind of expected it to just be more of your boring memories until you woke, but then you showed up.” She quirks an eyebrow. “Your consciousness, or…whatever this is.”

“Yeah, well I guess strange things happen when you mess with people’s brains!” He doesn’t understand a bit of what’s going on, if he’s honest, but it’s dawning on him that maybe this is his chance to somehow get rid of her. If he can just figure out the trick to it. “How do you even do this, anyway? How does this whole controlling thing work?”

Luna gives a high-pitched laugh. “Oh, wouldn’t you like to know? That’s cute, that you think I’m just gonna explain it to you.” She yawns, dark hands running through her blonde hair. “Well, you’re really no fun when I can’t make you do stuff, so…I’m gonna go rummage around through your brain some more and see if I can find some interesting ideas for later.”

“What? No -!” But she’s gone already. Rummaging through his brain… Well, maybe he can do a bit of that himself. Not that he knows how. But he’s got to find a way to get rid of her somehow. Otherwise what happened earlier will just keep happening, him hurting his friends, the team suffering at his hands…

Suddenly those images are flashing in the darkness, larger than life. It’s terrifying, seeing them so close and clear, but the shock of it seems to draw him right back out of the memory, back to a blank black room.

“Okay. Okay, I think I’m starting to figure this out.” His voice echoes through the emptiness. It seems that somehow, he’s been drawn into his own mind, and this is like a mental landscape. If he imagines things, like if he remembers cooking breakfast for the team this morning…suddenly there it is, an image of his hands mixing pancake batter. It’s just like how his thoughts normally work, but…bigger. More real.

So maybe he just needs to think of Luna. No not Luna, he doesn’t want her to appear again. Luna’s power. He needs to figure out where her power is located in his mind, and follow it there. Her power has to be anchored somehow to keep her hold on him.

Jamil does his best to focus, to block out all the other thoughts that want to intrude and hone in on that feeling of not right that lingers somewhere in the distance. It starts to grow stronger the longer he searches for it. He feels a bit like he’s wandering through his own mind, following a beacon, until he finds himself looking at a door. A locked door, to be exact. Just looking at it gives him an uneasy feeling in his stomach, an instinctive knowledge that he does not want to know what’s behind it.

“Oh you really don’t wanna go in there.” Luna is standing beside him again all of a sudden. “Trust me. I’ve been around people’s minds a bit, and I know a bad memory when I see one.”

A bad memory? The feeling in his gut intensifies. It could be nothing. It could just be some childhood fight with his siblings or his hamster dying.

But it also could be…a lot worse.

“It’s behind a door for a reason. Your brain has locked it in there so you don’t have to look at it.” Somehow he knows she’s not lying. “Do yourself a favor and walk away, superhero.”

“Why?” He asks the question before he’s fully thought it through, and she gives him a look with one raised eyebrow. “Why would you be warning me about this? Don’t you like tormenting me? I would think you’d want me to go in there, if it’s so bad.” It clicks with him, then, what it could mean. “Unless…you have another reason for wanting me to stay away.”

Luna narrows her eyes and scowls. “I don’t care what you do. Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.” She disappears again, leaving Jamil alone with the door.

This has something to do with her power. He’s certain of it. Whatever is behind that door may be his absolute worst nightmare, but…

But it’s just memories, right? If he doesn’t get her out of here, then he may have to face something much worse than memories.

Jamil forces the door open.

Immediately he’s pulled into a scene that’s way, way too familiar. It isn’t like the memories earlier, just an image on a screen, he’s standing right in the middle of this one, exactly in the spot he’d actually stood in eleven years ago. In the center of the road. With a black sports car barreling straight toward him.

He was right, the door really did lead to his worst nightmare.

Suddenly he’s thirteen years old again, the same terror filling him, freezing his feet in place. Someone is screaming his name. He knows already who he’s going to see when he turns his head, though her face has grown a little fuzzier over the years.

His little sister. Akhila. They were two years apart, but people used to mistake them for twins all the time. She was his greatest annoyance some days, but also his best friend.

He’s already lived this memory enough times to know exactly the terrified expression he’ll find on her face…up until the moment she starts running.

He doesn’t want to see it again.

But something in him has to, something forces him to face her, probably because it’s what he did in real life. Only it’s not Akhila standing there. She’s calling for him with the same fear, glancing over at the rapidly approaching car and back before making her decision just like his sister had, but this time, it’s Liliana.

Liliana?

But that’s not right, she wasn’t there, he didn’t even know her yet…

Because this isn’t real.

He’s not thirteen, he’s not back in India, and all of this is just a really bad memory. And if this memory has been tampered with, then maybe he was right, maybe Luna has been here. Maybe there’s something he can do here to stop her.

Liliana is sprinting across the road, eyes wide and afraid for him. Real or not, he doesn’t want to watch her die any more than he wants to watch Akhila die again. He hasn’t allowed himself to acknowledge just how much she reminds him of his little sister before now, but she does. He wants to keep her safe.

And he doesn’t have to watch this time. This time, he’s in control. His sister saved his life all those years ago. This time, it’s his turn to save someone.

She’s almost reached him, is just about to make impact and knock him out of the way right before the car can hit him. Jamil doesn’t wait. He lunges forward, grabbing her by the arms, and uses her momentum to throw them both out of the car’s path. They go tumbling across the pavement, though he doesn’t feel any of it, and the car zooms past without pause.

He did it. A wave of relief floods him, so much so that he laughs aloud. When he looks over at Liliana, she’s smiling softly at him.

Then she fades away, the road and the sidewalk and the sky and everything else with her, and he’s looking at the door again. His smile slips away as he gazes at it.

“I don’t think I ever said thank you, Akhila,” he whispers. “Probably because I wasn’t very thankful. I didn’t want to live my life at the expense of yours, and that shouldn’t have been your choice to make.” Sighing, he rubs a hand across the back of his neck. All of this he’s thought a million times already, and it’s not what he wants to say now.

An image of his sister appears next to the door. He has to concentrate hard, thinking of photographs of her, to get her face to come fully into focus, but he wants to say this while imagining her as she was in life, not staring at a reminder of her death. “Thank you. I’ll never stop wishing you were here, but you gave me the gift of life, and I love the life I have now. So…yeah. Thank you.”

He allows the image to disappear and turns his attention back to the door, carefully locking it back up tight.

Jamil opens his eyes. Quinn, Nari, and Alex are all hovering above him, though maybe not quite as close as they’d normally be. He can’t blame them for that. In fact, his first reaction on realizing he’s awake is for his anxiety to spike, waiting on his body to start moving without his permission, to start hurting them again.

But nothing happens. He just remains lying there, holding his breath, and…wait, is that possible? For him to decide when to breathe? He forces the air out, as a test, then sucks it back in again. All his own doing. He lifts a finger. Blinks rapidly. Raises and lowers his eyebrows. It’s…it’s all working. It’s all his again.

“G-guys?” His gaze shoots over to his team, and the wary looks on their faces kill him. “I’m…I-I’m so s-sorry…” Tears begin pouring from his eyes, rolling down his temples and into his hair.

“Jay!”

There’s a quick conversation of, “What if it’s a trap?” and “I don’t care, I’m not gonna let him lie there and cry,” before his wrists are released from their restraints and Nari is yanking him up off the medical table to throw her arms around him. His whole body groans in pain, but he doesn’t even care. He just returns the gesture, burying his face in her shoulder and soaking her t-shirt with his tears.

“I’m so sorry, guys, I’m so sorry, I didn’t want to, I couldn’t stop her…!”

Nari shushes him and pets his hair, and soon Alex and Quinn step in closer, too, patting his back. “We know, man,” Alex offers. “We knew it wasn’t really you. It’s okay. It’s all okay now.”

Sitting up suddenly, Jamil looks them all over frantically. “Are you all okay? Are you hurt? Wait, what about Lili, where’s Lili? Is she okay?”

“I’m here,” croaks a small voice.

He swivels around and sees her lingering off to the side. There’s a nasty set of black and purple hand-shaped bruises already forming on her throat, and his stomach turns a somersault at seeing them. He did that. Those are his hands.

“And I’m okay,” she continues. Her voice is completely wrecked. “I, um…I’ve got a bit of, of a headache, but…n-no worse for wear otherwise.”

There’s no way that’s true. She looks completely exhausted, squinting as if the bright lights of the infirmary are hurting her eyes. She must have overdone it, healing Alex right after Jamil had…had almost killed her.

“I’m sorry, Lili.” He doesn’t know how many times he’s repeated the phrase at this point, and he’s not likely to stop anytime soon. “I didn’t…I was so scared that you…I’m sorry!”

“Hey.” Quinn gets his attention, squeezing his shoulder. “We’re all okay. A little bruised, a lot tired, as I’m sure you are, too. You don’t have to keep worrying about us. We’re alright, and it’s over now.”

Jamil’s eyes fill up with tears again, and he nods. “I-it’s over. Yeah.” He searches his mind again for any sign of Luna’s power lingering, but finds nothing. He probably won’t quit checking for a while still. “It’s over.”

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wutheringmights · 1 year

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CTB Scrap - Warriors's Original Rescue Plan

This is from chapter 20, when Warriors is trying to figure out how to save Wind and Twilight.

This scene has a lot of the ideas that do appear in the chapter. While Warriors makes a lot of these connections eventually, he didn't reasonably have enough information at the time of this scene to come up with most of this.

So I had to scale back on his foresight. Two big things you will notice is that originally, Warriors was not only going to have more of an inkling as to what happened to Wind, but he was also going to be planning to pilot one of the ganons.

Note: this is an unedited scrap, so the writing may not be up to snuff. Also, everything include was deleted for a reason, so please do not take it as canon to CTB.

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“What are you thinking?” Legend asked, when Warriors was quite for too long.

“It’s not looking good,” he muttered. He considered keeping his revelation about Wind’s location to himself, if only to stave off panic. But he needed everyone to understand what they were up against. “The sailor’s probably all the way up here. Getting him is going to be tough.”

“Great.” Hyrule and the rest of the boys had also swarmed the table, all of them trying to make sense of Warriors’s notes. “You think we should abandon him.”

“That’s not what Link said,” Lana snapped.

“We’re not leaving him behind,” Time said. “Not anymore.”

Warriors held up a hand. “And I never said we would. But he’s on the other side of the…” He trailed off, realization lighting up his brain. “Oh gods. I’m so stupid—what time is it now?”

“Ten minutes past nine,” Time said without looking at a clock. “What are you—”

Warriors stepped back from the table. His excitement warmed his chest and pushed his legs into a pace around the room as he combed through every scenario, coming up with back-up plans and alternate strategies. His brain hadn’t been this fast for weeks, not since he was imprisoned. “Everyone, take three hours to rest. We leave after midnight.”

“Can you explain what you’re thinking first?” Four said.

“It’s simple. We go to @village and disguise ourselves as soldiers. We sneak in, grab Midna and the rancher, and check the records for the sailor’s location. After that, we make our way through No Man’s Land to wherever he is.” Warriors could feel warmth filling his chest, and it made him feel like his old self. “Traversing through the battlefield is dangerous. But getting back here will be the hardest part, which is why we’re going to take one of those moving machines for ourselves.”

“Did you hear me when I said that no one can beat those things?” Legend said.

“We’re not beating it. We’re stealing it, which should be an easy task for a group like us. It’s the only thing that will protect us on our way back through the battlefield.” Warriors pressed his lips. “Operating it is the real issue, which is why we need the sailor. If the machines are based on the engineer’s designs, then the sailor would be the most familiar with them, with that journal he had been studying.”

Lincoln released a long breath. “That is a huge gamble. If he doesn’t know, then what are you going to do?”

“Then we leave the battlefield and make our way back through Faron. If the fighting is really as bad as we think it is, the Royal Guard might be too occupied to go after us again.” It was a lie, and the look from Lincoln’s face said that he knew what Warriors really planned.

If they had to go through Faron again, then Warriors would turn himself in right away. He would be the distraction, keeping Impa and the Royal Guard occupied while the rest made their escape. Logically, he knew that this was a rehash of their escape plan at the citadel, but things were different now. This time, the Knights of Hyrule were not here to tear their group apart, and his friends would know from their jaunt through the battlefield what capture would mean. They would fight tooth and nail to make it through, perhaps using great abilities like Legend’s transformation and Four’s magic sword to guarantee success.

Lincoln shook his head. “You never learn.”

“Do you have a better idea?”

“What about Midna’s barriers?” Lana tugged at the ends of her blue hair, puzzling over the map. “The range is not perfect and it’s far from subtle, but she could get everyone through safely.”

He had forgotten about Midna’s barriers.

#ok i lied i think i have one more scrap in me #me rambling #lu ctb #linked universe #ctb content #ctb birthday

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ashleysmessyjourney · 2 years

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Two Weeks

Hey everyone!

I think it would be best to provide updates like this here and there detailing my descent into messing myself 24/7. It’s been just over two weeks and I haven’t touched the toilet for anything; I even shut off the water supply to it earlier this week! I don’t even use it to flush my poo down it. I just leave it in the diaper, tie it all up in a bag, then I take out the trash every night.

I haven’t had another one of those stomach aches that made me fill my diaper like last week, a fact that I’m really grateful for. Sitting in poo for that long wasn’t fun, but it was better than the alternative of trying my hardest to painfully hold it all in until I got home.

When I feel that familiar pressure in my bowels, instead of getting up to go use the potty like an adult, I’ve been either squatting down next to my bed or I settle down onto my legs, giving the back of my diaper enough room to expand. I do this on top of a disposable bedwetting underpad in case of leakage, too. Once I do the deed, I change immediately because standing up or sitting down just spreads the mess around; I did that a couple of times in the beginning of this challenge and it made cleanup take a lot longer. Messing myself squatting down makes cleanup so much easier when I can just untape my diaper and clean myself with wipes. I figured that I’m already going to wipe myself clean regardless of where my poop goes, after all.

The monthly usage, and in turn cost, of diapers has gone up because I’m obviously using more diapers. Ideally, I’d like to fully saturate my diaper before I use it for its other intended purpose, but that’s just not how the real world works. I’ve been messing my diapers before my morning showers, too, so cleaning up isn’t that hard especially when I have a shower to take. My day usually starts with me waking up in my normally soggy diaper. I wipe myself clean and change into another diaper to help me make it through breakfast, and I usually end up messing this diaper a little bit after I’m done eating. I take my shower and then change into my normal daytime diaper and go about my day as I normally would.

At the time of me writing this update, my messy diaper timer expires on October 23rd which is 86 days away, one week shy of Halloween. I had a feeling I’d get a little bit of time put on my timer, ya know, like maybe a couple of weeks, but almost three months?! It sounds like a lot and it feels like a lot, but I’m just taking it all one day at a time because it makes it easy on me. Thinking about messing myself for almost three full months just feels a bit overwhelming. The more I think about it, the more I question my dedication to this challenge, so I just stop thinking about it and just enjoy the positives of this exercise.

Adapting to messing 24/7 was a little hard at first but it’s getting easier. I had thought about changing into another cheaper diaper like a Tranquility ATN or something of similar quality to mess and then after cleaning myself, I would put my main diaper back on, but after some thought, I came to the conclusion that some people might consider that as cheating. I also need absolute protection when I do the deed, and I don’t really have that much faith in the ATNs compared to my regular diapers that have those awesome tall leak guards, so I feel most comfortable doing it in my regular diapers.

My health has been my number one concern doing this challenge. Poop contains a lot of bacteria, and since women have shorter urethras than men, we have a much higher chance of getting bladder infections and UTIs. If you’ve read my updated training guide, then you would know that I’ve already had to deal with a bladder infection a while ago. That’s part of the reason that I’ve been changing immediately after doing the deed; the other part is me being concerned about my skin’s health. It’s super hot and humid where I live, so staying cool, dry, and most importantly, clean down there is of the utmost importance.

Overall, I’m enjoying it a little more and more each day. I have an overwhelming feeling that I’m going to be stuck doing this for a lot longer than three months as each and every little thing sent to me from my wishlist will now add time onto the messy diaper timer, so I might as well get used to it, right?

Thanks for reading! <3

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luveline · 2 years

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🌾 drabble with remus x reader ?? will you do enemies to lovers with some angst and sexual tension

hi! tried my best, hope it's alright!

Remus Lupin was infuriating - truly, he drove you so mad you felt blind with it sometimes. It had been years since Hogwarts, years since him and his idiot friends had made your life a misery, along with loads of others in your year. Of course, perfect Remus rarely got in trouble, and even rarer did he take responsibility for his actions. You didn't care, had moved on from it, and still they were finding ways to make your life difficult.

You worked part time at the Leaky Cauldron for pocket money whilst you were continuing your studies, and Remus Lupin and his terrible friends were always hanging around.

Last week, they'd charmed the coffee grounds to grow legs, leaving little brown footsteps all over the kitchen and bar. The week before that, James Potter had been carrying what you assumed to be his young son in a swaddle and it had turned out to be a nixie, which he set free 'accidentally'. The week before that, there had been mudcrabs in the toilets. You couldn't prove that one had been them, but you had your theories.

This week, you were working at the bar. Conversation with Remus was the hardest of the three marauders for you, and you could never pinpoint why - maybe because he looked a picture of innocent, face halo'd by his light brown hair that looked brushed-cotton soft. You struggled to say anything other than how can I help you, that's 3 sickles and 5 nuts, is there anything else I can get you, thank you so much. He made you horribly frustrated because his expression said that he knew exactly why you found it difficult to talk to him and the reason why was funny to him.

He was giving you his infuriating smile now. When you asked him if there was anything else you could get him in your monotonous voice, eyes barely constrained from glaring, he paused and leaned forward.

"You look so cross," he teased. He did this every now and then, steering away from the torturous politeness you were required to give him and into dangerous territory.

"I am cross," you told him. "You and your stupid friends turned the tap water purple."

You hadn't meant to come across so affronted so quickly, but something about his face irked you.

He frowned. "My stupid friends did not."

"They did too."

"Did not!" he disagreed, looking just as cross as you had at the start of the conversation.

"They totally did, and you get to stand there all cool and collected and feeling good about yourself because you didn't help, but you still let them do it!"

He leaned forward on his elbow, moving the drink you'd just poured for him out of the way. "Well, don't you have it all figured out, doll."

You scowled at him. "I know this is all one big joke to you, but it's my job. And you marauders," you said this with scorn, "aren't actually funny, you're just mean."

"Us marauders are hardly doing anything malicious. The tap water will be back to normal by tomorrow," he assured you, smarted.

"Why did the tap water need to be purple in the first place?" you shouted, leaning into the bar.

His pupils were blown. "To make you laugh! Godric, if you used half the brain you had at school, you would've realised by now why we keep coming here!"

"And why do you keep coming here?" you asked, half angry and half wretchedly curious.

He was in your space, suddenly, nose what could have only been 2 inches from your own. "This is why I keep telling them it's a bad idea."

"I don't speak riddle."

"No, I suppose you don't."

You sighed, turning your head away from him. "I have things to-"

He turned your face by the chin. Had he been any shorter, the distance between you would've felt much too big. As it was, he could easily lean over the bar and be an inch from your face. Your heart was beating so loudly you swore he could hear it himself.

You swallowed, looking down at his lips.

"The Leaky Cauldron," he said, voice steady, "is the worst pub in London. Hell, in South England. You really can't think of a reason why me and my stupid friends keep coming back?"

You looked up and met his eyes. You were still angry, so angry, but he was handsome, and his hand on your face was warm. "No," you said quietly, shocked into stillness.

"No? You can't think of a single reason?"

You shook your head. The movement couldn't have been more than a millimetre, but he caught it.

"I don't let my friends do anything. I've planned every mishap that's happened since you started working here. The exploding lights, the coffee grounds, the 'haunting' and the - the bleeding nixie, they were all me."

"Why?" you asked, voice measured. His throat bobbed, and he leaned in so close that you felt his exhale on your parted lips. he said nothing for a moment, as if daring you to move. When you didn't, he only smirked.

"I like how you look when you're angry," he said quietly, voice silky smooth.

He pulled away none too gently, turned away from you before his hand had left your skin, leaving you slack-jawed and woozy for a ten second period. By the time you'd collected yourself he was already sitting with his friends again, and you could see his back was still tense.

You brought your hand up to the skin that he'd just been touching and frowned at the butterflies it had given you before collecting yourself in a hurry, grabbing the empty cup he'd left behind in exchange for his new one.

There was a yellow post-it note stuck to the bottom. You lifted it up above you to read what it said, eyebrows drawing together. It was a telephone number, signed with a crescent moon.

You pulled the post-it note off the cup and slammed the cup down on the counter, pushing the crinkled paper into your pocket, furious with yourself.

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titan-fodder · 3 years

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The Warrior Experience; ft. the Marley Warriors

Rating: Explicit; mdni

Pairing: Zeke, Reiner, Porco, Pieck x fem!reader

Word Count: ~5.3K

Warnings: mildly dubious consent (reader isn’t exactly there of her own free will but is still dtf), multiple partners, voyeurism, virgin Colt, rough blowjob, rough sex, unprotected sex, mentions of unpleasant contraceptives, lots of cum, clear bias toward Reiner

A/N: I don’t know what happened today. I just got possessed by the horny ghost. Enjoy~

It’s always Magath who retrieves you, the sour-faced General swinging open the door to your small room without any type of knock or warning.

On most nights, he takes a look at you, frowns, then grunts the name of whoever is actually calling for you—requesting your “presence”. This evening, however, he remains silent, leaving it a mystery that keeps you curious as you make yourself slightly more presentable, pulling on a skirt, running a comb through your hair, just enough to look a little more human.

You walk in silence down the hallways, your hands clasped behind your back as the older man struts in his usual militaristic fashion. As you near the Warrior quarters, you do your best to prepare yourself, but without an idea of who you’re meeting, it’s difficult.

Because they’re all so different. Galliard, for instance, usually starts the nights off aggressively. He particularly likes slamming you into various surfaces, pinning you down with a bruising grip, but his demeanor changes as soon as he’s inside you. The once careless young man turns to jelly underneath you, gasping and groaning as his adrenaline wanes and he unravels.

Always tired and slightly unstable, Reiner is soft. Even when his thrusts are deep and harsh, his hands remain gentle, calluses feather light as they dance up and down your ribs, over your breasts. His stamina varies. Sometimes, when he’s a little more out of his head, a little more haunted, he ruts into you for what feels like an eternity. Most of those instances, he doesn’t even come. You’re just there for a distraction— “A nice one,” he tells you quietly, gratefully, but you still know where you stand with him.

There are nights when he’s desperate for release, however, taking you with quick, sloppy thrusts, spilling inside you within minutes then rubbing your clit until you squeeze him back to full hardness so that he can do it all over again.

Zeke is the hardest to predict, on far ends of one, sadistic spectrum: he either wants you to do all the work while he smirks up at you with a cigarette between his lips, occasionally blowing smoke into your face, or he wants to dominate you entirely. When he falls into the latter category, you’re in his bed for hours, sniffling or sobbing, biting your lip to keep yourself from begging him to stop—one, because he won’t listen, but also because it isn’t your place.

The Warriors are honorary Marleyans which means they’re much more important and valuable than you are. Your opinion never matters, least of all in the bedroom.

You’re more or less a toy for them to use, an Eldian plucked from Liberio and brought to the military base with no real say in it. The Warriors are all young and virile, after all. They have needs like anyone else, but despite their honorary status, they’re forbidden from sleeping with Marleyan women.

So, you live here, at their beck and call with one purpose and one purpose only.

To your surprise, Magath stops before you can get to the sleeping quarters you are very familiar with at this point. You stand outside of a closed door, raise an eyebrow at the General but don’t dare question him.

“They’re in there,” he grumbles, nodding to the door before turning around and walking away.

They…

Raising a suddenly very heavy hand, you knock lightly then shift awkwardly until the door opens and reveals Galliard. His perpetual scowl is in place, but he nods his head in acknowledgment then moves to the side to let you in.

Galliard isn’t the only one in the room—what looks like some kind of conference area with a sizable wooden table surrounded by chairs, a window on the far end displaying the night sky and twinkling stars. Nearly all of those chairs are full, one scooted back from the table that you can easily assume belongs to the redhead standing behind you.

Zeke is lounging comfortably, feet kicked up on the table as he puffs on a cigarette. Reiner is sitting in his chair backwards, slumped forward to rest his head on the wooden backing, though he lifts it to look at you with bloodshot eyes. Pieck, who you do not see often at all, is slouched with her arms pillowing her face, offering you a lazy smile that’s laced with something you cannot place.

There’s one more person in the room, the vaguely familiar face of Colt Grice, Warrior Candidate slated to inherit the Beast Titan in a few years. You’ve seen him around the base, usually trailing closely behind Zeke, but haven’t gotten the chance to speak with him yet.

You remain standing even as Galliard takes his seat again, nibbling on your bottom lip, waiting expectantly—nervously. The last time you were in a room with all of them at once was when you’d first been brought here, and that had just been for informal introductions. There had also been another Eldian with you at the time, a male to keep Pieck satisfied, but he’s… No longer with you.

In true leader fashion, Zeke is the first to speak after taking a long drag from his cigarette, tilting his head back to blow it into the air and creating a haze over himself.

“Glad you could join us tonight, sweetheart,” he shows a short, unconvincing smile, and that paired with the condescending pet name leads you to believe he’s in one of his more controlling moods.

“I’m just glad to be able to service the Wa—”

“Yeah, yeah, you don’t need to do all that,” he waves you off. “I’ll cut to the chase.”

“Let her sit down first, Zeke, geeze,” Pieck murmurs before holding a small hand out for you, beckoning you to take the seat next to hers.

Never one to argue or disobey, you shuffle over to it and lower yourself, but you can’t relax, not with so many pairs of eyes on you.

Galliard is twitchy, bouncing his leg up and down, pushing his hair back too often. Reiner, unmoving, just blinks slowly at you, expression flat. Grabbing your hand, Pieck offers a nod that isn’t the slightest bit reassuring while Zeke pins you with an icy gaze.

“Colt here is gonna be a big boy Warrior pretty soon,” he says, motioning to the boyish blond in the corner who suddenly seems more interested in the floor than anything. “And, he hasn’t been given the chance to have the experiences he deserves. You follow?”

You nod, easily putting the pieces together. They want you to sleep with him, some sort of sexual initiation.

“As I’m sure you’ve picked up, Titan holders don’t have the longest lifespans, so I figure he needs to enjoy what life he has left.”

Another nod, then you start to stand only to be stopped by Galliard who asks, “What’re you doing? Sit back down.”

“Oh,” you plant yourself back in the chair, eyes growing as your stomach sinks. “I thought you wanted me to show Colt—”

Zeke laughs around his cigarette, adding even more smoke to the air around you, and shakes his head. “No, you misunderstand. You will be showing Colt a thing or two tonight, but in here where we can all watch and… Lend a helping hand if need be.”

Mouth going dry, you can’t stop yourself from frowning. Sleep with Colt… In front of all of them? You don’t fancy yourself much of a performer, doubt you’ll be able to put on any kind of good show under so much pressure.

But, you can’t protest. You can’t go against their wishes or complain. You should consider yourself lucky, being able to service the Warriors. It means you’re a half-step above the other Eldians—a devil but a halfway useful one.

“Um. Okay,” you consent.

Zeke claps his hands together. “Excellent,” then tells you. “Bathroom’s down the hall. Go rinse off, do whatever you need to do to get ready, then meet us back here.”

You don’t dawdle, doing exactly what you’re told. The restroom is obviously for multiple people, a few stalls with cheap curtains to block you from view. You make quick work of bathing so that you’ll have time to prepare yourself, starting the process of stretching yourself while under the spray. With no idea how large Colt might be, and taking into account that he might be completely clueless about female anatomy, you make sure to work three fingers into your cunt, moving them as best you can until you’re a little loosened up and wet.

When you return to the conference room, you’re just in a towel, folded clothes under your arm and placed in an empty chair.

“Easy access,” Galliard smirks. “Good call.” You squeak when he slaps your ass then sit on the edge of the table as you’re directed to.

Most of them have shed their boots and jackets, looking a little more casual now. It doesn’t put you at ease—if anything, it makes you think the others will get a little more involved than Zeke originally let on, and the thought alone is enough to overwhelm you.

It takes some prompting for Colt to muster the courage to approach you. The others scoot to the edges of the room, giving the two of you center stage. It's daunting, but you do your best to forget about them, to focus on the nervous blond in front of you.

Spreading your legs, you pull him by the shirt to stand between them then look up at him through your lashes and ask, "Am I allowed to kiss you?" You can never assume. Everyone has different rules.

When you're with Reiner, he has his mouth against yours more than he doesn't, Galliard will nip and suck against every part of you that isn't your mouth, and the closest Zeke gets to your mouth is prying it open to spit on your tongue.

Naturally, Colt looks to his War Chief for answers, but Zeke just shrugs. "Your choice, big guy. You're the one calling the shots."

Colt contemplates for a little while but eventually nods and swallows. "Uh, yeah. That's okay, I guess."

He seems to feel just as awkward as you do about this whole situation, would also probably prefer for it to happen in private, but you imagine he's doing everything in his power to show that he's worthy of inheriting Zeke's Titan. He's basically in the same boat as you.

Reaching up, you lace your fingers behind his neck and pull him to you, pressing your lips to his slowly, softly, trying not to spook him too much.

After gaining as much experience as you have over the last year or so, it's rare for you to feel shy when getting intimate. Three of the other people in that room have seen everything there is to see about you, your most private of body parts, your most visceral, primal reactions. You have nothing to hide any more.

Colt is stiff against you. His hands are still by his sides, lips firm but unmoving.

He has no idea what to do. It's almost disappointing, knowing you're about to spend the evening teaching this kid, fresh faced, twenty years old at most and completely clueless.

You're saved when a gruff voice makes you pull away: "Alright, this is hard to watch." Reiner sits up and rubs his eyes, then swings his leg over the chair to stand and walk over. "Grice, have you ever even seen anyone kiss before?"

Cheeks turning red, Colt moves out of the way, stuttering out "W-well yeah, but I never watch."

The taller man takes the vacant space between your legs, and you inhale sharply when he slides a large hand to the back of your head, tilting your face even further upward. Reiner kisses you in a way that makes your head spin. He has that desperate taste he always has, and even without opening your eyes, you can tell he's frowning. But his hand is cautious, careful not to tug your hair just like he's careful not to knock his teeth into yours when he parts your lips with his.

"There we go," Zeke laughs, clapping twice and cheering, "'Atta boy, Braun!"

Reiner's tongue dances with yours in a heated back and forth for a few seconds before he pulls back. He doesn't smile, but he does sigh in a thoughtful manner before turning to Colt and pointedly telling him, "That's how you kiss a woman."

Reiner softly scratches the back of your head in a fond gesture, then steps away and motions for Colt to try again.

He's slightly more confident this time around, starting off slowly at first but eventually pushing against you harder and harder until it's a little much, and you just barely push at his chest to get him to let up. He replaces pressure with tongue, probing and curious but not awful.

"Undo her towel, Grice. Get a move on," Galliard demands.

Colt reaches up with a shaky hand, breathing through his nose while keeping his lips attached to yours as he pulls at the loose knot just above your breasts. The material falls and pools around you on the table, and before he can be criticized again, you grab one of Colt's hands and place it on one of the perky mounds. You move your fingers over his, showing how you like to be massaged then guiding him to your nipple.

"Oh, this is very romantic," Zeke drawls, snapping his fingers to get someone's attention then addressing, "Pock," who grunts in response. "You're a tit man, right? Your turn to show him how it's done."

The sound of a chair scraping on the floor rings throughout the room, but instead of pushing Colt out of the way, Galliard stands on the other side of the table behind you, bends forward, then grabs you by the hair to pull you down. The breath is knocked out of you as your back hits the table, and you blink up at the redhead in surprise.

Upside down, your face is about level with his hips, maybe a foot away from his pelvis, but before you can dwell on it, Galliard's rough hands are on your tits, groping, massaging, then pinching your nipples so that you arch and moan.

"Know I probably shouldn't like it so much, but you sound so pretty, baby," he growls, flicking over the hardened buds then squeezing again.

"We're all devils here. You can like it as much as you want," Reiner gruffs.

"Justifying your own feelings?" Zeke snarks.

You aren't able to see or hear Reiner's response, too busy whining as Galliard starts to slap your tits over and over, making the flesh burn and sting.

Porco groans, "Mm, love that bounce," hitting them a few more times then stopping and allowing you to take a shuddering breath.

Your body is hot all over, especially your chest, and your pussy is starting to throb. After playing with yourself in the shower, the heated kiss you shared with Reiner, and now the abuse Galliard just showered on your tits, you're starting to get restless, ready to be filled with something.

"While I'm right here, m'gonna show you somethin' else, Grice."

Galliard grips your upper arms and slides you closer to him on the table, then undoes his pants and pulls his cock free. As soon as you feel the tap on your lips, you open up for him, relaxing just in time for him to shove his length over your tongue and into the tight sleeve of your throat.

And, pride actually wells up inside of you. That hardly ever happens.

There's no time to acclimate really, your only choice being to just lay and take it, so you do, choking and gagging around Galliard's cock as everyone else watches. Tears stream down the sides of your face, but you feel them get wiped away and open bleary eyes to find Pieck peering down at you, soft hands catching the drops as she coos, "You're doing so good, love."

You squirm on the table, start to rock your hips into nothing—no one—in desperate need of friction now.

"You want something stuffed in that pussy?" Zeke calls out.

The vibration of your responding whine makes Galliard curse and thrust into your throat until your forehead is pressed against his heavy balls. Strings of spit leak from the corners of your mouth. You try to slurp and suckle, but the steady pistoning of Galliard’s hips just keeps pushing more out.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Colt, you wanna go for it, or do you wanna watch first?” Zeke questions.

“Um, I—I’ll watch first, I think.”

“Good choice. See how it’s done before diving in.”

You’re barely aware of the conversation around you, mouth full of cock, gentle hands on your face. Pieck must not be fazed by being so close to her comrade’s privates because she just keeps stroking and praising you, like she thinks you might break or lose it.

There are fingers on your wet folds, spreading them apart, then the harsh sound of spitting before a glob of thick fluid lands in your pussy. Zeke smears his saliva over your clit, and you buck under his touch, moaning when two thick digits are pushed into your heat all at once. Your cunt spasms around the intrusion, getting used to it as he continues the job you’d started in the shower.

“I don’t always do this sort of thing just ‘cause I like the way she feels all tight and tense on my dick, but if you don’t want her to whine as much, I’d advise prepping her with your fingers or mouth.”

You squirm and writhe, the glide of his fingers getting easier with every thrust as your hole drools slick onto the table beneath you. Zeke’s palm grinds against your clit, pressure and friction where you want it most for half a second before it disappears—comes back, disappears—until you’re forcing yourself down on his hand.

He lets out one of his standoffish little chuckles as you slide up and down Galliard’s length and fuck yourself on Zeke’s fingers, but the delicious sensation disappears entirely when Zeke pulls out, probably to work himself out of his pants, then presses the blunt head of his cock against your clenching hole. He pushes the tip in only to pull it back out, tap it against the swollen bundle of nerves a few times, then finally pushes in all the way.

You’re a little too far up on the table now, and Zeke doesn’t bother warning you or Galliard as he tugs you back down to better situate you on his cock, causing the other man to slip out of your mouth.

“Fuck man, I was getting close!”

Without a care in the world, Zeke shrugs him off, tells him, “Come on her face or something then, I don’t give a fuck.”

Your voice comes out hoarse as you moan for all of them to hear, teary eyes cracking open to see Galliard step back and lean against the wall behind him. His fist is tight around his shaft, but he’s pumping himself slowly, like he’s suddenly pacing himself despite just having fucked your throat raw.

A rough pinch to your nipple brings your eyes to Zeke, blond hair hanging in his face, glasses slipping down his nose. The top few buttons of his shirt are undone, but other than that, he’s basically fully clothed. He’s flushed from his neck down to his chest, jaw barely hanging open as his eyebrows raise. He’s certainly enjoying himself, and you can’t say you aren’t because the drag of his thick cock in your pussy is incredible.

Your head lolls to one side and you find Colt staring at you with wide eyes, watching the way his superior sheathes himself in you over and over. It makes you blush, so you turn to the other side, see Reiner posted up in the corner, about half hard in his pants as he watches your face.

Mouth dropping open, you shut your eyes, trying to will away the skin-prickling sensation of being watched. You raise your arms above your head, hands dangling off the other end of the table, and Pieck takes them, squeezing once before lightly running nimble fingers over your sensitive skin.

You’ve never been with her, not that you’d be opposed. She’s very pretty and seems kind enough. But you had guessed you weren’t exactly her type. Now, though, you second guess yourself since she seems more than content with touching you.

The painful squeezes of Zeke’s fingers are batted away, replaced by the ghost of stimulation on your sore nipples. Pieck rubs over one so lightly you hardly register it, but it still shoots right to your pussy, makes you clench around Zeke.

He’s holding you by the hips now, pulling you onto his cock, and it goes like this for a while. At some point, the wet sound of Galliard jacking off fades, but you doubt he’s come; he’s typically quite vocal when he climaxes.

Zeke never lets up, fucking deep and fast and right over the spot that makes you leak until he suddenly pulls out and shoots strings of hot cum onto your thighs and the table between them.

“You don’t… Inside?” Colt speaks up.

Rubbing his forehead with the sleeve of his shirt, Zeke answers, “Never. That’s preference, though. I just don’t want any accidents to happen.”

You would remind him that you go to the medic after every encounter you have with the Warriors to get checked out, given an unpleasant medicine that leaves you sick for a few days, but it’s hard to think straight right now.

Before Colt can move toward you again or any more questions can be asked, Galliard is rounding the table, cock in hand once again, shouldering Zeke out of the way so that he can bury himself in your pussy. He’s a shorter length than the man who was in you just moments ago, but a little thicker. Veiny and curved upward, Galliard always feels good inside of you. Unfortunately for you, he’s basically been edging himself since you were pulled from him, so he doesn’t last long at all.

Unlike Zeke, Galliard has no qualms about coming inside of you. You feel his seed fill you, mixing with your own wet arousal and making you drip with it when he pulls out.

“Couldn’t help myself,” he grins before giving your pussy a slap, making you push more of his cum out.

You hear someone suck in a deep breath, and Colt slowly shuffles over to you. He stares at your throbbing cunt for a while, raising a timid hand to stroke over now messy folds, and you let out a mewl, a very soft, “Please…”

Pieck places a tender kiss at your hairline that makes your heart jump into your throat, such a kind gesture as she murmurs against you, “You’re doing so well for them.”

“Can I—” You blink up at her face, floating upside down over yours. “Can I do anything f-for you, Pieck?”

She shows another one of those smiles, the kind that’s hiding a little something, and she shakes her head, wavy, black hair flowing over her shoulders. “I’m just enjoying watching. You’re very pretty to look at.”

You bite your lip, unsure of how to respond, so you just let her keep touching you, keep cooing and doting. You’ll never say no to affection like this.

Colt doesn’t have any trouble finding your entrance, which is a relief. He lines himself up and pushes in painfully slowly, panting the entire time and letting out one very satisfying, “O-oh, shit.”

“Feels good, doesn’t she?” Zeke hums.

Colt nods, arms beginning to shake on the table. He seems to be holding himself back, whether it’s from coming or fucking into you is a mystery, but eventually he bottoms out and stays still save for his trembling. It isn’t uncomfortable, but you do feel very full, his hips flush against yours, cockhead nestled right up against your cervix. If he was any longer, you would definitely be in pain.

“Grice, you can move, you know,” Galliard jabs, but Colt just shakes his head.

“One second. Lemme just…” He shifts his hips some, not thrusting as much as grinding into you, and you cry out when he presses against that far wall.

You can feel Galliard’s cum leaking down the curvature of your ass, pooling with whatever of Zeke’s is left on the table. You’re so wet, noisy when Colt finally does start slowly pulling out and pushing in. The squelches echo in the conference room and make you cringe, but Zeke seems to appreciate it as he hums, “Listen to that sloppy pussy.”

“Like music to my fuckin’ ears,” Galliard adds.

Colt has trouble keeping an even pace, his hips stuttering often, but the ridge of his cock strokes over the sensitive spot inside you—the one that makes you drool and babble—almost every time. Your muscles clench around him, changing the sensation for both of you, and when that rhythm becomes even more erratic, you know he’s close.

“Fuck, fuck, I—”

“Just add to the mess. We’ll clean up later,” Zeke reassures him.

Colt’s eyes find yours for the first time since he started fucking you, searching for something like permission, so you nod and show a lazy grin.

“It’s okay, you can come in me.”

That sends him over, a strangled gasp ripping from his throat as he milks himself in your cunt. You can feel the pressure of building liquid inside you, pushing on your insides, but it wanes when Colt pulls out.

You feel swollen and used at this point, but your core is still hot with the desire to come. There’s a chance you won’t, especially now that Colt has finished, but you can always get yourself off in the privacy of your quarters if need be.

The freshly fucked blond receives a couple slaps on the back, some patronizing comments from his War Chief, and you take the time to just breathe and melt into the table, enjoying the way Pieck is stroking your hair now, smiling at the other Warriors.

Your eyes are just about to close when you see Reiner making his way over. He stands between your legs for a while, just looking over the damage, the slight discoloration of your chest, your raw nipples, mouth swollen from Galliard’s cock, then finally your used pussy.

His fingertips brush over sensitive skin, making you shudder, and you nearly cry when he asks, “You ready to get yours?”

You nod, sucking in an unsteady breath. Reiner mouths the word, ��Okay,” then unbuckles his pants and pushes them down to his thighs, and the tears really do start to gather in your eyes now because Reiner is big, and you're already getting sore from three other cocks you've taken.

He rubs his hands up your thighs, tells you, “Wrap your legs around my waist,” which you somehow manage even though they’re weak with numbness.

Reiner doesn’t push in just yet, though you can feel his warm cock rubbing between your engorged lips. Instead, he slides his arms under your back and lifts you, turning so that he’s sitting on the table and you’re in his lap, ankles still crossed at his lower back.

“Just go at your own pace.” His voice is quiet, his mouth hovering just over yours, and here, like this, you almost forget about the others.

You lift yourself just enough to line his tip up with your leaking entrance then lower yourself onto his cock inch by inch. His girth stretches you, always burns just a little, even when you’re well prepared.

Your spongy walls make room for him, sucking him in even as you whine at his size. He waits for you to get settled, for you to start rocking, and only then does Reiner start moving. His cheeks are pink, light brown eyes nearly taken over by blown pupils, but the shift of his hips is slow and deliberate, hitting just where you need him to.

He keeps one hand at your back to help you balance, but his other moves down to press on the puffy flesh at the apex of your cunt. It forces your clit to rub against the coarse hairs on his pelvis, and you throw your head back as you finally, finally get that friction you were craving.

Reiner lowers his face to your chest, warm tongue laving over one nipple in a soothing manner as it pebbles against the muscle. He moves to the other and does the same, suckles on it softly so that you dig your nails into his back.

You leak with every shallow thrust, various fluids getting pushed from your wet pussy, and the closer you get to your orgasm, the worse it gets. You squirt first, a juice thinner than your slick arousal dribbling from you and coating Reiner’s thighs.

“Fucking—” He cuts himself off by kissing you, obviously uncaring of the fact that you had someone else’s cock in your mouth maybe half an hour ago. He licks into you, holding your body tight against his as your muscles tense, thighs rigid around his waist. You climb and climb, gut hotter and hotter until you reach your peak and moan into his mouth.

Your hips start moving on their own accord, a little faster as you squeeze the thick cock inside of you until your body grows tired enough to stop. Reiner keeps the same, slow pace, rumbles, “Just keep squeezing me, and I’ll come soon.”

So, you do, clenching around him and trembling the more overstimulated you become because you’re so sensitive and so swollen and so full. Every part of you aches. Every shift of his cock makes you whimper, but when Reiner finally spills inside of you, holding you down on his spurting cock, you sigh and slump against him.

You breathe heavily, and so does Reiner, his chest, now damp with sweat, rising and falling against yours. His shirt chafes against your nipples, making you hiss, but you’re too exhausted to move.

“Is that what sex is always like with you two?” Galliard scoffs. “That was some soft shit. I’m a little disgusted.”

If you were a little more lucid, you’d consider calling him out and announcing to the room how wanton he gets alone in the bedroom, but your brain is functioning at minimal capacity right now.

“Oh, leave them alone, Pock,” Pieck chides, and you glance across the table at her with tired eyes to find another one of those smiles on her face. “Everyone deserves some softness, especially this little angel after the way you guys treated her.”

“Didn’t treat her any differently than I normally do,” Zeke says, voice slightly muffled as he speaks around a new cigarette.

“In that case, I offer my condolences,” Pieck tells you, pulling a little snort from you.

“S’fine,” you slur. “I’m just happy to service the Warriors.”

Galliard rolls his eyes. Pieck hums thoughtfully. Zeke smirks. Reiner lets his head fall to your shoulder.

And, Colt croaks out a honestly endearing, “Well, I, uh, appreciate the service,” which makes you and all of his superiors laugh.

It’s not an easy job, this one you've been given. You try to be grateful for the opportunity, but most days end with you struggling to find your own self worth.

Tonight is different, though. It’s rare that you feel genuinely appreciated, but right now, sitting in Reiner’s lap with Colt looking at you in both embarrassment and gratefulness, you feel that maybe you're worth something.

#aot x reader #aot fanfic #attack on titan fanfic #attack on titan fanfiction #snk fanfic

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robinofgothamcity · 3 years

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♡ prompt: you’re going to a chistmas party with your ex in attendance and you try to find a replacement as quick as possible.

♡ song suggestion: HIP - MAMAMOO

♡ pairing: jon kent (superboy) x fem! reader

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes

“i can’t just go to this party and not show up with a date, do you know how humiliating that is?” you exclaimed to Damian, chugging back the last bit of wine you had in your glass, “it’s easy for you to show up like that because you’re fucking Bruce Wayne’s son and you aren’t the one who actually lied here...I DID!”

Damian saw the panic arising in your eyes as you tried to come up with just anything to get out of the Wayne Christmas party but nothing was coming up in order to actually get you out of it. it was too late to actually back out and you swore to Damian you’d attend the party so it wouldn’t be so miserable for him.

“who exactly did you lie to that you’re that deep into a lie?” Damian asked, kicking his legs up on his desk. “Michael from human resources! he’s been up my ass about taking me out that i finally broke one day and said I was already in a relationship and while he did back off, he’s expecting me to bring a date,” you confessed.

Damian started laughing again, not knowing whether to fire Michael to finally put you out of your misery or actually take the opportunity to make you meet his oh so single best friend...Jon Kent. he sat on the idea for a few minutes as you ran your fingers through your hair nervously.

“good lord, if I bring a friend of mine as your date, will you be quiet?” you looked at him in confusion. “you have friends?” you laughed, instantly dodging his wad of paper.

“for your information, I actually do,” you sighed, not really knowing if you wanted to take him up on the offer, “he’s a friend of mine from Metropolis. he’ll say yes, it’s up to you,” you cautiously agreed, threatening him that if his so called ‘friend’ ended up being some creep, you were within your rights to hurt him.

as you and Damian exited the building, you saw the copious amounts of reporters standing to the side, trying to capture photos of Damian or getting information on the party for tomorrow.

you sighed, giving the reporters the middle finger, not really in the mood to deal with their bs. there were a few times those nosey reporters had made stories about you and Damian. claiming that you were sleeping with him so you could get closer to the Wayne family heir. it didn’t exactly help that you were in the assistant and secretary role as well.

“wow, feisty aren’t you?” you heard Damian’s eldest brother, Dick, say out of no where. you quickly greeted him, seeing that the street to get out of Wayne Enterprises was getting clogged up with traffic, “see all of you tomorrow! Damian, don’t let me down!”

Dick looked over to his brother, wondering what you meant by that. “I’m bringing Jon as her date for tomorrow,” he explained. his eyes widened, “really? him?” he asked, surprised that he would even set up a date for someone. “yeah, he has way too much time on his hands and it’d be better for me to set those two up to finally get them out of my hair.” Dick laughed knowing exactly where that could go wrong.

the morning finally came, much to your unamused pleasure. you had told Damian that you’d meet him at his place so if anything funny happened with his date, it wouldn’t happen to your embarrassment at your work place. you were not sure who your mystery date was and Damian refused to give you a name. all he had told you was that he worked in Metropolis and had been his friend for years.

you dragged yourself into the shower and unwillingly got dressed. your makeup was the hardest part of the entire outfit as you were going to try and perfect it as much as possible. you had never really gone all out with the makeup in what felt like years so you figured today would be the day.

“almost ready?” Damian asked over the phone. you rolled your eyes, “yeah, i’m just pulling my shoes on before heading over to your place,” you responded as you munched on a granola bar, “why do you care?” you asked.

you heard two voices laugh, “because your date is here so hurry up!” Damian exclaimed before hanging up the phone. you didn’t bother to play into his antics before finishing up. the dress you had bought was something you had from a previous event and up until now, you hadn’t worn it again.

the dress you had picked was one from a previous event that no one hardly saw. it hugged the curves you wanted to show and you knew it would surprise those who hardly saw you gala or formal party attire.

you got into your car and chugged back a red bull before heading into Damian’s home. you saw a few cars parked in his garage along with a limo to which you assumed you and a few others were going to take. you annoyingly pushed the doorbell to strike a nerve in Damian.

“woah,” you heard Dick say as he opened the door, “I know, I look good,” you said smiling. he nodded in agreement as the two of you walked in farther into the house. you could tell Dick kept looking at you every so often and even dropping a few compliments and pick up lines.

as the two of you were walking, you hadn’t realized you had completely passed Damian and his friend. you were so enamored with your conversation with Dick that it wasn’t until Damian half-annoyed screamed your name out to catch your attention. you turned around and stopped mid way through when you saw Damian and his friend.

“oh hey,” you whispered, not wanting to look at Damian’s friend in the eye. he was a lot more attractive than you had anticipated. “didn’t know you could actually clean up nicely,” Damian murmured, not even hiding the fact that he was checking you out.

you gave him the middle finger in response, “this is Jon Kent, Jon, this is ( your name ), I guess she’s my friend,” he rolled his eyes at the last thing he had said. you slowly stuck your hand out to shake but much to your surprise, Jon had shook your hand rather excitedly.

“nice to meet ya!” he exclaimed, his slight southern drawl coming out. you laughed at his excited tone, “heard a lot about ya!” he continued. you looked at Damian, “aww, you do like me!” you said, a mischievous smile appearing on your face.

Damian kicked you in the back of the leg before murmuring that all of you needed to head out before any of you got into trouble for being late. you met up with Dick and Tim who were arguing about something as the three of you waited for Alfred to pull up with the car.

the entire ride to the venue, it was just you and Jon talking here and there. you could tell that Jon was the very exact opposite of Damian and it was a wonder how him and Damian even got along with their personalities being the exact opposite from each other. once the car came to halt, all of you piled out, the cameras immediately snapping as they realized the Wayne’s have arrived.

“don’t kill them this time,” Damian threatened you as you put up your hands in defense. you looked over to Jon and gave him a small nervous smile, “ready?” he asked as you nodded.

he put his arm around your waist, tightening it as the two of you walked up to the red carpet. you smiled fakely to the cameras. Jon looked down at you, not expecting this reaction to the paparazzi. “not a fan, eh?” he asked. you shook your head no, “god knows how many times those idiots have thought that Damian and I were together.”

Jon gave you a look, “but the two of you are like siblings?” you shook your head, “I know but they think we’re hiding behind all of that.” the two of you reached inside of the building to see the long extended tables as you and Jon were seated on a two chaired table.

Jon pulled your chair out, making sure you were comfortable before sitting down across from you. the menu was pre filled as it was your job to make sure everything on it was correct and put everything they were going to serve for the course of the night.

“so, what do you for a living in Metropolis?” you asked as they put small appetizers in front of you. Jon smiled, “I work for the newspaper,” he replied, “I bet it’s tough to be Damian’s assistant, huh?” he asked as you nodded yes, dramatically.

through the course of the night, you and Jon talked, Jon making sure the conversation never died down. you had to give Damian credit. you weren’t exactly trustful in Damian that he would pull through on his blind date for you but Jon up till this point had not made you seem uncomfortable or even slightly creeped out. he was like the perfect gentleman.

“wanna dance?” Jon asked, getting up from his chair and grabbing your hand softly. you held his hand, giving it a squeeze as a response.

the two of you walked to the small dance floor as you saw a few of your coworkers, those who were either married or in long term relationships dancing. you gave them a wave as they waved back before going back to their conversations with their partners.

“I’m glad you came,” you told Jon as you took a sip of your champagne shyly. he looked down to you and grinned, “I’m glad I did too. I wasn’t going too originally but once Damian told me a bit about you, I just knew I had to meet you,” he replied as you hid your face in his shoulder, slightly embarrassed.

the song playing in the background happened to be a piano rendition of ‘Someday My Prince Will Come’. you had watched Snow White a million times as a child and the fact that this song was playing as you were dancing with someone who you hoped would give you a second date made your heart swell.

“I have to admit, I’m glad I told Damian as well. the date was so last minute and honestly, Damian is the last person I would ever trust to put me in a blind date situation but I’m happy that he actually pulled through for once.”

Jon laughed as he bent down a bit and kissed your cheek in response. you noticed that the more nervous Jon got, the more his slight southern accent would come out. you reciprocated the kiss but this time, you kissed him on the lips. he was taken by surprise but nevertheless, he returned it. this time deepening it a bit.

after the two of you danced a few more songs, you took a break as Jon excused himself to the bathroom and you made a beeline to the bar to refill your glass along with Jon’s.

“hey there gorgeous,” you heard the voice from the last person you wanted to see. you turned to Michael and gave him a tight lipped smile, “good evening Michael,” you responded, trying to get back to getting your drinks. “I saw you with your little boyfriend earlier but I knew I had to come over here and tell you how fine you looked.”

you felt yourself wanting to gag by what he was saying as you felt him grab your wrist, “since your boyfriend isn’t around, how about you give me a little dance,” he asked. just as you were about to response, you felt Jon’s presence behind you, “who’s this, baby?” he asked, staring down at Michael.

to Jon’s credit, he was towering over Michael. “no one,” you replied, shaking yourself off of him, “hiya! I’m Jon, ( your names ) boyfriend. you are?” he asked. Michael scoffed, half scared at how Jon was looming over him, “I’m her coworker,” he replied before leaving.

you look to Jon in relief, “thank you so much,” you said. he smiled, putting his arm around your waist, “no problem, isn’t that what I’m here for?” he asked with a smile on his face. without actually realizing what you were doing, you happened to snuggle closer to Jon as you saw Damian approaching the two of you.

throughout the rest of the night, you kept yourself to Jon’s side as you remained with Damian and a few others. every time you left, Jon made sure that once you returned, he always had his arm around your waist or shoulder. Jon’s grasp was firm and even slightly possessive but you did not mind it one bit.

if you were being honest, you were hoping that at some point in the future, the two of you would get farther than that but for the moment, you enjoyed being in his grasp.

#DC comics #dc imagine #DC imagines #dc x reader #dc #Jon Kent #jon kent x y/n #jon kent imagine #jon kent x reader #Superboy #superboy imagine #superboy x reader #superboy x y/n #comics

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helloalycia · 3 years

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girl next door [three] // wanda maximoff

summary: the time has come where you realise your boyfriend just isn’t worth it, and your neighbour may or may not be an Avenger

warning/s: none i don’t think??

author’s note: part 3 is here! I kinda got carried away and wrote two more parts so my bad, but i hope you like it!

I couldn't be bothered with today. I just wasn't in the mood to go to work, so of course, I procrastinated as much as I could in the morning until it was finally time for me to get out of bed without being late.

Teddy had fallen asleep here last night after we watched a film, but he left earlier for work, so it was just me. I knew I had to break it off with him, it was time. But I didn't know how to tell him without hurting him. So, I was cowardly in that sense, which was only worse because I was leading him on. I'll find a way to say something soon, I promised myself as I took my clothes off and wrapped a towel around myself.

When I headed to the bathroom, I immediately slipped on the wet floor that only one person could have left behind. But, unlike the many times I had done so, I wasn't able to catch myself and instead fell on my leg, hearing a deadly crack noise, forcing a scream from my lips.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," I got out through gritted teeth, tears slipping from my eyes. The pain was unbearable and as I looked to my leg, I knew something was wrong because it instantly began to swell up and change colour.

Taking deep breaths to get through the pain, I tried not to imagine the several ways I was going to skin Teddy alive. He was so ignorant! How many times did I have to explain to him how dangerous it was to leave the floor wet?!

"It's okay, Y/N, you're okay," I told myself, before stretching and grabbing my phone from the side.

A striking pain shot up my leg and I suddenly felt nauseous, unable to deal with it. Swallowing hard, I called Teddy to give him a piece of my mind but also ask for his help since I couldn't move. Unfortunately for me, it went to fucking voicemail making me scream with frustration. I clenched my jaw as I tried to stand up myself, but more tears rolled down my cheeks as I accepted I was stuck.

The next person who came to mind was Wanda. If I was lucky and she wasn't at work, she'd be able to help me up and get me to a hospital.

I called her next and thankfully, unlike the arsehole that was my soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend, she answered.

"Hey, Y/N!"

I breathed out as calmly as I could. "Hi, Wanda. I, er, I need your help."

"Everything okay?" she asked with concern.

I nodded, though I felt really sick as I tried to avoid looking at my leg. "Yeah, well– no. This is really embarrassing, but I slipped on the bathroom floor and I think my leg is broken. Please can you come 'round and help me up?"

"Shit, Y/N, of course!" she exclaimed.

"Thanks," I got out breathily. "Spare key is taped under the plant pot outside my door."

"Just hold on," she insisted, before hanging up.

I dropped my phone to the side and glanced down at myself, definitely embarrassed that I was sat here in my underwear and bra, but also glad that I wasn't completely naked.

As promised, Wanda came as soon as possible and I heard her approaching the bathroom before she squeaked and covered her eyes.

"S-sorry!" she said, flustered. "I didn't mean to look. I just–"

"Wanda, you need to see if you're to help me up," I said as nicely as I could without snapping from the pent up anger reserved for Teddy.

She removed her hand, though her eyes wouldn't meet mine. "Right, yeah, duh. Okay, er..."

Successfully, she managed to lift me up and let me use her for support as we limped to my bed and I took a seat.

"Can you pass me my–"

"Clothes, right," she caught on, still not meeting my eyes, before moving around the room to grab a shirt and shorts.

I put my shirt on with ease, but she had to help me with my shorts as I tried my very hardest not to cry from the pain. My leg, or rather my knee, was turning a yellow-purple colour pretty quickly, making me flinch.

"How did this happen?" she asked with worry, gaze falling to my leg.

I clenched my jaw. "My stupid fucking boyfriend. I've told him so many fucking times to mop the damn floor! And he always says okay, but he never does! Oh, boy, when I get my hands on him, he's gonna wish he'd never been born!"

"Y/N–"

"And can you believe he has the audacity to have his damn phone switched off?! I could be dying and he wouldn't even know! That selfish, ignorant son of a–"

"Y/N!" she called, snapping me out of my rant. "Hospital."

"Right, hospital," I agreed. "No ambulances because they're way too expensive. Maybe you can get me down to a taxi and I'll take it from there?"

She raised her eyebrows with disbelief. "You're kidding, right?"

I mirrored her expression. "Er, no? Ambulances are like $700, and even with my insurance that's like $400. Taxis are, what, twenty bucks?"

She wasn't convinced as she crossed her arms and stared at me with uncertainty. I sighed and tried to stand up, but I pulled a face at the pain. She was quick to help me stand, giving me support on my right side.

"This is gonna take a while," I mumbled, biting back annoyance.

"Don't hate me," she said suddenly.

I looked to her, furrowing my brows. "What are you talking about?"

She avoided my gaze and instead swept me off my feet quite literally, taking me by surprise. I wrapped my arms around her neck on instinct, eyes widening as she held me close, bridal-style.

"Wanda, you can't just carry me like this," I said, though I was surprised at how strong she was.

She ignored me and walked out the bedroom before stopping at the fire escape. I gripped her tightly, wondering what the heck was going on. There was a hint of red in her eyes, startling me, before I noticed the two of us rising into the air. Levitation, to be exact.

"Woah!" I shouted, holding her as tightly as I could. "What the hell?! How–?! What–?!"

As she flew us away from our building, there was a red hue floating all around us, like an energy I'd never seen before. Except it seemed familiar... and that's when I put it together.

"You're that Avenger!" I blurted out. "The witch, the one with all the magical powers! You're– you're– Oh my God."

She frowned, eyes darting to mine apologetically. "I know. I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

I swallowed hard, fearfully glancing over her shoulder at the clouds interwoven with the tall buildings of New York. Never in a million years did I think I'd be flying amongst them, with an Avenger nonetheless. She'd fought at the battle of New York, I remembered seeing her on the TV. She was dubbed an official Avenger not long after, but then coverage of her went quiet... because she'd moved away. It made so much sense now!

"I knew I recognised you," I said with disbelief, studying her face closely as I now knew who she was.

Her eyes still had a red hue surrounding her irises, matching the energy surrounding us as she flew us to, presumably, the hospital.

"I didn't intend to hide it," she explained guiltily. "I thought you'd figure it out. But then you didn't and it... it just never felt right to bring it up."

I thought back to the random hours she worked, the spontaneity of being called in for her shifts, her whole backstory for crying out loud... how stupid could I be?

"This... this is a conversation we should have," I said, nodding slowly, "but maybe not right now."

"Right, yeah." She nodded in agreement, jaw tensed as she stared ahead. "Just hang on."

–

After getting an x-ray at the hospital, the doctor told me I'd need to go into surgery so they could realign my knee – it wasn't anything concerning, but I wasn't exactly over the moon about it.

I returned to the hospital room to find Wanda had been waiting for me. I'd say I was surprised, but I was more grateful that she stayed. We hadn't had a moment to speak about her whole Avenger situation, and she was oddly quiet about the whole thing, so I decided to ease it into conversation whilst waiting for the doctors to return to prep me for surgery.

"You know, you didn't have to stay," I said to her, watching as she distracted herself with the stuff on the bedside table. "It's only a broken leg."

She stopped whatever she was doing and gave me a knowing look. "It's not only a broken leg. And I just thought you might like the company. Who else is going to make sure you're okay?"

I offered her a small smile. "Thank you. But the surgery is gonna take a while. I'll head home after and catch up with you then."

She seemed against the idea, but said nothing, before resuming whatever she was messing around with. The tissue box, I think.

"So... magic, huh?"

She swallowed visibly. "It's, er, not magic... at least, not exactly."

I hummed in acknowledgement, still adjusting to the fact that she had actual powers. It was amazing and unusual all at once.

"It's okay that you didn't tell me you know," I said gently, making her glance at me. "You apologised earlier. Back when we were–" I breathed out, still in mild disbelief, "–well, flying. You didn't need to. You don't have to be sorry about anything, Wanda."

She frowned. "But I lied to you."

Her Sokovian accent was more noticeable when she was upset, I noted. I wondered if she realised.

"You didn't lie, per say... more like bent the truth," I tried to make her feel better, stifling a laugh. "Either way, it's alright. Well, for me anyway. I don't know if you wanted to tell me or–"

"I did," she cut in with nod, eyes focused on me. "I wanted to."

I hoped she couldn't hear the way my heart rate picked up a little. "Okay, then I don't see a problem. You're still the same Wanda, just with a little something extra, right?"

Her shoulders relaxed and a small smile tugged at her lips. "Right."

I mirrored her expression, holding her gaze for a moment longer than necessary, before tearing away when I heard the doctor enter the room. After prepping me for surgery, I headed off into the operating room and made sure Wanda knew she didn't have to be there when I came back.

They put me under, so I wasn't awake until several hours later when I woke up to horribly bright, fluorescent hospital lighting and the accompanying nasty disinfectant smell filling the room. The first thing I noticed was the giant cast on my leg, followed by the sleeping brunette in the corner of the room that was Wanda. I would have questioned why she was there as my first thought, but I couldn't help but take notice of the lovely room I was in – for starters, it wasn't shared with other patients like I expected.

"Wanda," I called, my voice rough-sounding, but she didn't stir in the slightest.

I chewed on my lip as I found the remote that controlled my bed, using it so I could sit up. I was able to grab the water on my bedside table and take a few sips before calling for her again, sounding a lot better. To my relief, she began to wake up, eyes blinking open and looking around with confusion before realisation crossed her face and she settled on me.

"You're up!" she exclaimed, before a yawn escaped her lips.

"And you're here," I returned, hinting my confusion.

"I told you I was staying," she reminded me, before standing up and approaching my bedside. "Had to make sure you were okay. And obviously to help you home. By taxi, not flying, don't worry."

I smiled at her caring nature, expression softening at how cute she was.

"Also, before you ask," she added, "your hospital bills are taken care of. Hence the room."

I lost my smile, eyebrows raising. "Come again?"

She sat at the edge of my bed, getting comfortable as she looked out the window opposite us. "I didn't want you worrying about it, especially when none of this was your fault, so I called in a favour at the Avenger's compound. Tony owed me."

I almost forgot how to breathe as my eyes widened. "Tony Stark? The Tony Stark? He's paying for my hospital bills?"

She looked to me, a hint of panic in her eyes. "I hope that's okay. I mean, I knew you would say no, but I feel like I should've done something. You've done so much for me and it was only fair."

"I can't believe..." I trailed off, losing track of what I was going to say, still shocked. It made sense with her being an Avenger, but it was still hard to believe.

"You still with me?" she joked, her hand resting on mine.

I cleared my throat, ignoring the warmth from her skin touching mine. "Yeah, sorry. I just– wow. Still digesting is all."

"Don't worry too much about it," she said gently.

I nodded weakly, swallowing hard and avoiding her gaze.

"I should go get the doctor and let her know you're awake," she said, letting go of my hand. "You okay on your own for a minute?"

"Yeah, of course. Thanks."

After a chat with the doctor and an explanation of how everything would play out from here, I was getting ready to leave for home. I got changed out of the annoying hospital gown in the bathroom attached to my hospital room (another perk of Tony Stark paying for my bills – no shared toilet) and was in the middle of adjusting to my crutches in my room when there was a knock on the door.

Wanda and I paused as we looked up, and I was about to say for whoever it was to come in, but the person came in quickly and without waiting. To my bitterness, it was Teddy of all people.

"Oh my god, Y/N, there you are!" he exclaimed upon seeing me. "I got your message, both of them. I was so worried!"

In addition to the message I'd left him when breaking my leg, I also left him another before the surgery to see if he actually cared enough to check in. Clearly not.

I gripped my crutches to get out my frustration. "It took you long enough. I went into surgery five hours ago."

He scratched his head awkwardly. "I was at work."

I rolled my eyes, promising myself I wouldn't snap, but the annoyance of everything happening was building up and I couldn't help but blurt out, "I told you to mop up when you freakin' showered, Teddy!"

"I did!"

"No, you didn't!" I shouted, raising my voice. "If you did, I wouldn't be in this fucking cast!"'

He winced. "Are you, er, sure that it was the water that you slipped on?"

I clenched my jaw, knuckles turning white from how hard I was gripping my crutches. I didn't care that I was temporarily crippled, all I could see was red.

"Am I sure?" I repeated his question, tone laced with anger. "Am I sure?!"

I attempted to lunge forward, but Wanda seemed to know what I was thinking before I did it, holding me back suddenly.

"Y/N, just leave it," she mumbled, eyes meeting mine.

Something about the way she looked at me made my anger temporarily melt away, and I almost forgot why I was mad, until...

"Who are you?" Teddy asked with confusion.

Wanda and I looked to him, figuring he was just being his usual rude self, but he genuinely had no idea who she was as he studied her curiously.

She blinked with disbelief. "Wanda....?"

He waved his hand, motioning for her to say more.

Wanda raised a brow with offence. "Y/N's neighbour...?"

He pursed his lips, eyes squinted with thought.

Wanda almost scoffed. "Really? You got nothing?"

He chewed on his lip, genuinely stumped, and I couldn't help but groan with frustration, earning his attention.

"Of course you don't know who she is!" I glared at him. "You don't listen to a word I say! Not about this, not about mopping the floor–!"

"Y/N, just calm down!" he cut me off, only adding fuel to the fire.

"No," I said sternly, before nodding to the door behind him. "You can leave. You have no need to be here since we're not together anymore."

He raised his eyebrows with shock. "Seriously? You're breaking up with me? For what?"

I breathed out through my nose, genuinely stunned at how I managed to stay with him this long without either losing my mind or killing him. I could swear he wasn't this stupid when I met him.

His eyes fell to Wanda with distaste. "Is it because of her?"

"Did you actually manage to get stupider since this morning?" I asked, though I already knew the answer.

"Because I totally accepted when you said you were bisexual," he continued, "but I didn't think you'd actually leave me for a woman."

I pressed my lips together, looking to my shoes as I tried to talk myself out of not killing him there and then. The fact that he was blaming the breakup on anyone but himself was disappointing but not surprising.

"Can you leave now?" I finally spoke, looking up to him with expressionless eyes.

His smile of disbelief turned into a scoff as he headed for the door. "Whatever. Your roast lamb is shit anyway."

I scrunched my face together with annoyance, unable to stop myself from yelling, "No it isn't!" as he walked out the door.

Unexpectedly, I saw the familiar red wisps of energy by the door before it suddenly slammed shut, smacking Teddy in the butt and propelling him forward with a start. He turned around to look through the glass, expecting to blame someone, but Wanda and I were nowhere near the door, so he glared our way before storming off.

"Sorry," Wanda said, referring to the door, lowering her hand and red eyes returning to normal. "He's just a real dickhead."

I tried not to laugh as I nodded in agreement, already feeling better. "You're not wrong there..." I sighed, losing my smile as I gave her an apologetic glance. "I'm sorry for everything he said. Again."

Wanda rolled her eyes dismissively, shrugging her shoulders. "You should really stop apologising on his behalf. Especially since he's not your boyfriend anymore."

I relaxed my shoulders, leaning against the bed and looking to the floor. "Yeah, you're right... I just can't believe I put up with him this long."

Wanda didn't respond, but I heard her make a weird noise before she fake-coughed terribly, making me look up. Trying ever-so-hard to suppress a smile, she shook her head apologetically when she realised I noticed.

"Sorry, I– it's not funny," she attempted.

I smiled with amusement. "What?"

She licked her lips, before giving into her smile. "I just– I can't believe it either sometimes."

I breathed out with defeat, my smile turning into laughter alongside her. Eventually, she continued to help me with my crutches before I got the hang of it and the two of us began to leave the hospital. On the way out though, a random thought dawned on me and I stopped walking suddenly.

"What is it?" she asked worriedly.

I looked to her with curiosity. "That guy who stopped by your place a while ago. Your friend. Are you telling me that was–"

"Captain America?" she filled in with an amused smile. "Yeah."

"Woah." I was amazed, eyebrows raised as I let that sink in. I spoke to the Captain America and even implied he was a stalker. Woah.

"Come on, idiot," she laughed before leading me out the hospital, finally.

–

Breaking up with Teddy was long overdue, and whereas I thought I would feel bad for doing so, it was quite the opposite. I felt better, freer, unrestrained by the stupidity that was my ex. It was a few days after leaving the hospital when I found myself sitting on the couch with Wanda. She'd been helping me during my recovery, even though I insisted I was fine alone. She, of course, didn't listen though, and I was secretly glad because it meant I could spend more time with her.

"What about that fork? Can you move that?"

Wanda gave me a knowing look from the other end of the couch, amusement knitted in her smile. "Yes, Y/N."

To prove her point, her eyes glowed red and she flicked her hand, raising the fork on the dining table up in the air before setting it down.

I was amazed. "What about that cushion?"

She stifled a laugh before levitating the cushion between us and setting it down.

"And that book?"

"I have other powers, too, y'know," she pointed out, but levitated the book nonetheless.

I grinned. "Yeah, like flying."

She nodded in agreement. "Yeah, like that..."

And this.

"Woah!" I said with a start, eyebrows raised with surprise. "Did you just– what?!"

She laughed, the sound sending a swirl of butterflies in my stomach. Her eyes sparkled as she met my gaze, amused by my amazement.

"You can speak in my mind?" I asked in bewilderment.

"I can read minds, too," she continued.

"Wow." I breathed out, still not used to her having powers. Suddenly a thought came to mind and I glanced at her. "Have you, er, read my mind?"

"Never," she assured me, before adding with a head tilt, "at least not on purpose. Sometimes, if somebody's thoughts are too loud, I can't help but hear it."

I felt my face heating up as I avoided her eyes. "But my thoughts are quiet... right?"

Every potentially-embarrassing thought I'd ever had, including those I'd had of Wanda, came to mind and I suddenly grew nervous to her answer.

"Er, well, I mean..."

I looked to her when I heard her forming an answer, but the look on her face told me she had heard my thoughts at times and I ran a hand down my face with embarrassment.

"I promise it's never anything embarrassing or anything," she tried to make me feel better.

I groaned quietly, pinching the bridge of my nose.

"Hey, I promise," she said with reassurance, before I felt her rest a hand on mine and squeeze it gently.

"What was the last thing you heard?" I asked, trying to veil my curiosity with a shrug.

I felt her gaze on me and looked her way to see green eyes sparkling with amusement. "Mostly you cursing at your ex."

Cracking a smile, I nodded. "Okay, maybe that's fine then..."

Her laughter surrounded us again and she let go of my hand before pulling her legs up on the couch to get comfortable and face me. She watched me with an endearing smile, making me unusually nervous.

"So, what other things can you do with your powers?" I asked, partially curious and partially trying to distract from my nerves.

She studied her right hand, red energy wisps at the tip of her fingers. "I can... I can throw energy balls," she remembered, looking to me before smiling, "but I won't demonstrate that since I'm sure you love your curtains."

"That I do," I said in agreement, leaning on the back cushion with my elbow as I faced her better.

"I can also manipulate thoughts, but once again, I'm sure you won't want a demonstration." She chuckled as she saw my change of expression.

"Yeah, no thank you," I said jokingly.

She pressed her lips together, thinking of what else she could do, but her smile faded into a thin line as a dark thought seemed to cross her mind.

"My brother had powers, too," she said quietly. "Super speed."

Since finding out who she was, I tried to piece together Wanda's background without bringing it up to her for fear it would upset her. It made a lot more sense why she'd moved next door now that I knew who she was, but she hadn't once brought up her family again until, well, until now.

"Pietro," I said, hoping I'd got his name correct. "Right?"

She nodded, lowering her hand and looking to me. "Yeah, that's him... he also had powers. It was actually what got him killed." She barely flinched as she spoke. "He saved someone's life in the battle against Ultron."

I sensed her sadness when her gaze softened as she finished speaking, and my heart ached now that I knew the truth.

"You don't have to tell me, Wanda," I said gently, hoping she didn't feel obligated to.

"No, no...," she shook her head, "it's nice to finally be able to tell you the truth. The whole truth. Not some rendition of it."

I nodded, relaxing under her stare. I was glad, too, to know she trusted me with such sensitive information about her life. It made me feel important, kind of like confirmation that I meant as much to her as she did to me.

"Do you think you're gonna go back to the Avengers tower anytime soon?" I asked. "I know you mentioned living here was temporary, so..."

It was selfish of me to think, but I hoped the answer was no. She hadn't said, but I gathered she hadn't been fulfilling her role as an Avenger as much as she should have been, as she was still on a break from there since grieving for her brother. But she seemed better than she did when she first got here, and if that meant she was going to go back there... I hoped it didn't, selfishly enough. I know the world needed another hero, but, I mean, did they?

"Trying to get rid of me already?" she teased, quirking a brow, making me smile with embarrassment. She noticed and added, "I'm kidding, Y/N. But to answer your question, no, not yet. Maybe not ever. I thought I would be here to get away from them whilst I grieved, but I've come to like it here. It's become my new home. I can still help them and not stay there."

I tried to resist the urge to smile like a weirdo. "Oh, cool. Yeah, I get you."

Calm on the outside, but over the moon on the inside.

"Though I may have to reconsider if my neighbour keeps using me like a carnival attraction," she added playfully.

I laughed, putting my hair behind my ear as I shrugged. "I'm sorry, I can't help it. It's just so cool that you have powers!" She laughed quietly, making my smile widen. I continued without thinking, "Plus, your eyes go this pretty red colour whenever you use them and I just think that's pretty neat."

She rolled her eyes playfully, but I was surprised to see her cheeks turn the colour of said powers. God, she was stunning. I was sure I'd always known that, but maybe I'd never acknowledged the thought. Now though... she was adorable when she bit back a smile and her hazel eyes sparkled with distraction.

Suddenly remembering the beautiful girl before me had the ability to read minds, I cleared my throat and tried to debate whether or not that would be classed as a 'loud' thought. I'd liked to think it wasn't, but now I wasn't so sure... what if this was a loud thought? And she could actually hear everything I was saying about her in my head? Oh, no... I was definitely overthinking this. It was nothing to worry about.

"You okay over there? I can practically read your mind."

I looked up and saw she was teasing again, though now that I knew she had powers, those words carried a double meaning.

"Yeah, yeah, sure you can," I played along dismissively. "Nice try, Wanda."

She shrugged, laughter slipping from her lips. "Okay, whatever you say."

Nah, she was definitely playing me... right?

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Possession

Chapter 1: The Princess Arrives

Structure. Maybe it was because he was a builder that he liked that word so much. He built structures, he knew how make four walls and a roof that wouldn’t come down on anyone’s head, he knew how to build a seat that wouldn’t give out under anyone’s weight, and he knew how to maintain it all and make it last. The small world he lived in demanded order and structure for everyone’s well being. Without it they would be sleeping on the ground, starving, and losing their minds. And if one cog in that machine didn’t turn as it should it affected every other part. Yes, the Glade had to be a well oiled machine functioning everyday as it should.

Thankfully there were no outside forces that tried to thwart that. The doors opened in the morning, they closed at night, and the box came every month. You could tell time by the Glade and its unchanging rhythm. After three years Gally knew it like his own heartbeat. He knew the answer to every problem that could crop up in his bit of the machine. He was good enough to be the Keeper of the builders at least. Maybe that’s why it hit him hardest of all.

Box day came like all the others before it, predictable and precise. But then the heart of the Glade skipped a beat and Gally’s own did too for the first time. Because in that box was something they would never recover from.

A girl.

That was the worst thing that ever could have come up in the box. The boys would lose their minds, they’d become distracted and competitive and the machine of the Glade would come to a rusty, grinding halt. Gally could see the writing on the walls: this was going to be bad.

She wasn’t awake, she was laying there almost peacefully and all the gladers remained eerily and unexpectedly silent, like they were waiting for someone to jump out and say it was all a joke and take her away, or if they stared at her long enough the mirage would fizzle out and it actually would be a boy like it was supposed to be. Alby and Newt carefully lowered themselves into the box so they wouldn’t startle her and Newt hesitantly checked for a pulse, letting out a breath as he nodded to say she was alive. Gally ran a hand over his mouth, feeling anxious but not wanting to look it.

She woke up slowly from a sleep she didn’t know she’d fallen into. Her eyes stared straight up at the sky before they started to focus on things like Newt and Alby and a whole crowd of boys looming above her. Gally waited for the scream, for the crying, shuck, even boys had screamed and cried when they came up. But she didn’t. She tried to sit up and winced, placing her palm over her eye and rubbing like her head hurt.

“You’re okay,” Newt said to her from where he knelt beside her.

“Do you remem-“ Alby started to ask her but was silenced by her holding up one finger.

“Just… give me a minute,” she requested as she pressed both palms to her forehead and brought her knees up toward her chest.

“Sure, no rush,” Newt assured her softly, earning a small glare from Alby who was more impatient and less coddling than him.

“Enough gawking, if you’re not a keeper get back to work,” Alby ordered the boys standing around whispering to each other and stifling giggles behind their fists.

Gally narrowed his eyes and shook his head at them. Weak willed hormonal morons. They were all shucking doomed. Slowly the boys began to shuffle off, the ones catching Gally’s glare wiping the smirks from their faces and moving even faster. He sighed to himself knowing their work was going to suck if it got done at all.

Gally stood around with the other keepers, his arms crossed as they all waited for whatever would happen next. The girls hands came away from her face and she held one out in front of her, seeing the tremors running through it and making it shake before she clutched her knees and took a deep breath.

“Okay… now, what?” she sighed, looking up at Newt and Alby, her eyes squinting in the sun.

She was cute, of course she was cute, she couldn’t ruin their lives if she wasn’t cute, Gally thought to himself as he looked away from her.

“Do you remember anything?” Newt asked her nicely.

She zoned out on the middle ground ahead of her and let a breath out through her lips. “Water is wet, the sky is blue, that kind of stuff. I can’t even remember my name,” She said, her shaking hands pushing her hair back from her face as that realization set in.

“It’s ok, it’s alright,” Newt did a good job of keeping her calm. “That happens to everyone who comes here. Sad to say that’s normal. Most of us eventually remember our names at some point though, so don’t worry too much.”

“So if I were to ask you where we are and why we’re here you wouldn’t even know?” she asked as she turned to him, causing him to rock back on his heels a little bit.

“Unfortunately that is correct,” Alby spoke up, earning her attention. “But we will tell you everything we do know, starting with the fact that… you’re the very first girl to come here in three years. So we kind of have a lot to talk about.”

She squinted up at him for a beat before asking “Am I dreaming?”

“I bet you would think being the only girl in a crowd of boys would be a dream,” one of the other keepers said, drawing those eyes of hers to him.

“Nightmares are dreams too,” she pointed out.

Gally felt the corner of his mouth twitch like he might have chuckled at that.

She got out of the box on her own, climbing onto a drum of drinking water and then the rest of the way. Alby and Newt took a hand to get out and Gally figured the girl wasn’t keen on being touched just yet if ever. They let her have her way. They set off for the gathering room, the girl carefully encircled by the keepers to either keep her from running off or keep anyone from running up to her. Alby yelled for someone to go unload the rest of the box and the girl flinched.

She wasn’t as short as Gally expected a girl would be, but of course she was a lot shorter than him. At least not all the boys were that much taller than her which might tip things in her favor slightly if anything were to happen. Gally would have to pay attention to how intimidating he was now. It was never an issue with the boys, it was quite essential in fact. If they weren’t a little scared of someone then nothing would get done. But just looking at her he could tell that he absolutely could overpower her without breaking a sweat, and she would most definitely put that together too, so he had to make sure he never gave her a reason to think he actually would.

They started the gathering with the basic Greenie intro to the Glade. This was usually handled by one person who took the greenie on a tour around the Glade, but this was not the usual greenie. Gally was actually glad she was out of sight of the boys who were supposed to be working.

He rested his elbows on his knees to keep his leg from jumping nervously as Alby and Newt explained the basics and each keeper explained what they did. Gally kept his eyes down, unintentionally staring through the spot where her feet were. As the builder he was running through all the work he would have to do, he’d have to build a safe place for her to sleep and wash up, how exactly was he going to do that, he’d never had to do that before. When Alby called his name he was almost startled. He looked around and found everyone looking back at him, including the girl. It must be his turn.

“I’m in charge of the builders. Pretty self explanatory,” he stated, holding her gaze for as long as he could manage. It wasn’t long.

“You’ve been surprisingly quiet, Gally,” Newt pointed out, looking at him curiously.

Gally didn’t like the attention. “Well, I am the one who has to do the most about this situation,” he pointed out. “Yes, she needs her introduction to this place, but while you’re telling it to her I’m sitting here thinking of how I’m going to build a safe place for her to sleep and to wash up. I’m thinking up the plans now so I can get to work first light and just maybe she’ll have a place to sleep by sundown tomorrow. So what are we going to do for her tonight?”

Alby pinched the bridge of his nose as his face scrunched up, realizing that they had lot of work ahead of them. When Gally had finished his rant he thought the girl was sitting a little smaller in her seat.

“The gardening shed,” Newt blurted. “Remember the time the rakes fell over? We couldn’t get in, you had to take the door off. There’s no windows either. It’s not the best accommodations but on short notice at least it’s a place where no one can get in.”

Gally had started nodding, remembering exactly what Newt was talking about and it was a good idea, at least for one night. “We’ll move out some of the tools and put a cot in,” Gally thought aloud.

“She can take mine,” Minho volunteered.

“Are you sure? Aren’t you running tomorrow?” Newt pointed out.

“Yeah,” Minho shrugged. “Maybe one of the other runners will let me use his cot, but I can’t volunteer anyone else’s but my own. Besides, it’ll be one night, two tops with Gally working on it.”

Gally was surprised to hear him say something vaguely nice about him. But most of all he was planning, drawing blueprints in his mind of the safest, most anti-boy structure he could possibly make. He was going to put the Princess in the tower.

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someone i once knew : b.b - p.2

now that everyone has returned to the compound, bucky can confide in his oldest friend about you being here and what it could possibly mean. (2k)

(anything in bold/italics are flashbacks/memories!)

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PART ONE . PART TWO . PART THREE . PART FOUR . PART FIVE . PART SIX

“Stevie? You down here?” You hesitantly walk down the dark alley, hearing squeaks from the rats in their homes. “It’s only me, I promise.” You add as you scan the area.

You pause at the sight of a bin lid rising, and Steve peers over the brim to see you smiling weakly at him. “Hey, Y/n.” Steve mutters, now standing upright, sporting a black eye for the third time this month.

“Hey,” You walk over, holding out a hand and help him out of the bin with some difficulty as the lid slams into the concrete, the rattling sound echoing upwards. “I won’t ask, don’t worry.”

Steve manages to smile at that, you never asked him about his ventures into alleyways or how he ends up with some injury each time until he was ready to talk about it. He knows that’s why you’re such a good friend, the opposite of Bucky whose route is more direct and to the point.

Walking out of the alleyway, you turn the corner only to see Bucky leaning against the wall, leg resting against it as his arms remain crossed. “And here I thought you would’ve come alone.” Steve comments to you, looking up to see your evident surprise.

“I did.” You remark, stepping forward and hit Bucky’s arm. “I told you, James, not to follow me!” You groan in frustration whilst Bucky simply smirks and winks to Steve who remains equally unimpressed.

“Well, I thought about it, and decided it’d be best just in case there was any trouble like last time.” Bucky states, pushing himself off the wall and walks after you. “You can’t be mad at me, seriously, doll?”

You quickly turn around, glaring at Bucky who steps back. “Do you remember what happened last time, huh?” You question, looking over to Steve who nods.

“You slammed a bin lid against that punks head.” Steve comments and the anger in your expression eases.

“Thank you, Steve.” You glance past Bucky to Steve. “I can fend for myself just fine, James.”

Bucky sighs and glances over to Steve with his shoulders slumped forward, but Steve simply shakes his head. “You’re on your own, pal.” Steve chuckles, watching as Bucky jogs to be by your side and wraps his arm around your waist and kisses your cheek.

Walking in behind Thor, Steve spots Bucky in the far corner of the conference room.

“So, how’d you manage then? See you didn’t burn the place down which I call a success.” Steve jokes as he pulls out the chair beside Bucky who barely reacts, his eyes focused on the files placed on the table with his name neatly written on the top. “Buck?” Steve speaks up, and Bucky slowly lifts his head up.

“It was fine.” Bucky remarks as he sits upright, his arms remaining crossed over his chest. “But it’s good to see you.” A half-smile forms on the soldier's lips and Steve curtly nods.

“Did Tony’s assistant show her face much?” Steve asks, his attention averting to the files in front of him, missing how Bucky tenses upon mentioning you.

“About that,” Bucky starts, but the door slams open and Tony walks in, making a grand entrance as always whilst you follow in quietly, closing the door softly whilst your back faces the Avengers.

“Damn,” Sam mutters, holding back a whistle as you turn to face the Avengers, trying your hardest to remain composed as all eyes are on you.

“Sam,” Tony calls him out whilst you busy yourself with some of the files and take a seat at the table beside Natasha who smiles at you. “anyway, this is my new assistant, Y/n.”

Steve suddenly snaps up to see you give everyone a small wave. “Hi, it’s lovely to finally meet you all.”

Yet, Steve’s eyes only widen as he turns to Bucky who buries his head into the files, ignoring you completely.

“So, Y/n’s new, she’s living here so please, don’t be weird.” Tony sighs before carrying on with his presentation and remains unaware of Steve looking at you closely in disbelief at how it can be.

"Like any of us would be weird, it's a pleasure, Lady Y/n." Thor comments and Steve listens as you chuckle at the God's remark.

“Seriously, James, just let him do it.” You huff as the three of you stand outside of the registering office once again.

Bucky tears his eyes from you as he removes his hat, holding it in his hands as fireworks sound behind you. It was his final night before he left, he wanted it to be perfect.

“Why’d you wanna do it so bad, huh?” Bucky asks, facing Steve who stands tall whilst Bucky looks down on him, you behind him with a supportive look in your eyes.

“I wanna serve my country, Buck, just like every other guy.” Steve states, repeating himself for the umpteenth time.

Stepping forward, you take a hold of Bucky’s hand, intertwining your fingers with his and squeeze lightly. Even without words, Bucky could understand you perfectly and sighs under his breath.

“Alright.” Bucky gives in with great difficulty and releases his hand from yours as he hugs Steve. “Just, don’t do anything stupid until I get back.”

Steve breathes out a laugh as he hugs his oldest friend, but can see tears forming in your eyes as you watch the pair.

“How can I? You’re taking all the stupid with you.” Steve retorts as Bucky backs away. “Don’t win the war until I get there, okay?”

Nodding to Steve, Bucky salutes him before returning to your side, uttering promises of a final dance and a night together, knowing it could potentially be his last.

“Earth to Steve?” Sam waves his hand in front of Steve’s face, snapping him from the buried memory as you close your folders and follow behind Tony, everyone else now rising to their feet and departing. “You coming, Cap?” Sam asks, seeing everyone gone besides him and Bucky.

“I’ll follow you out in a minute.” Steve states and Sam exits without asking any questions, leaving the old friends alone with an impossible elephant in the room.

“Steve,” Bucky starts, but Steve clears his throat and rests his arm on the table.

“What is going on here, Buck?” Steve questions, still in disbelief as he witnessed you walk in with the same shy energy you once had as a child and sat quietly beside Natasha. “That, that can’t be Y/n.” Steve scoffs, but Bucky raises a brow.

“We’re here, Steve.” Bucky remarks. “Can’t say anything is impossible anymore.”

“But, but how? I, I’ve visited her grave. Bucky, Y/n died in 2005.” Steve sadly admits, having seen your name etched in stone as flowers lay beneath it.

Bucky shakes his head. “I don’t know Steve, I’ve been trying to figure it out but Y/n has had a life, a childhood that she remembers.”

After his initial interaction with you, Bucky scrolled through the internet with great difficulty (with FRIDAY’s assistance) and found records of your birth date, parents names and their death certificates. You exist in the now according to the government records, and so does a family that isn’t one Bucky knew.

“So she has no idea who we are? I, she wasn’t taken or,” Steve trails off, not wanting to think about you being another victim of HYDRA’s.

“She has these memories,” Bucky begins to explain, but he looks up to ensure no one is eavesdropping. “I, she remembers pieces of her life growing up with us, but she doesn’t know it’s us.”

“How is that even possible?” Steve leans back in his chair, struggling to comprehend it as Bucky simply shrugs his shoulders. “So what? All this is just happening by chance, huh? Tony just hired our oldest friend, your-”

“Don’t say it.” Bucky cuts Steve off, his blue eyes hardening and his jaw clenches shut.

“Look, all I’m saying is we should talk to Tony, see if we can make any sense of this.” Steve suggests and pushes his chair back. “I know this isn’t easy, Bucky.”

Bucky scoffs under his breath. “You have no idea, pal.” Bucky remarks as he follows Steve out from the conference room and toward the elevator.

“Can you hold it please!” You call out and rush down the corridor, seeing the pair waiting. As you slip inside, you smile up to Steve who nods back whilst Bucky keeps his eyes locked on his feet. “Thank you.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/n.” Steve tries his hardest to remain composed as you fidget with the hem of your shirt, something you used to do with dresses instead.

As the doors open, you nod to Steve and exit, leaving the pair alone once more and Bucky exhales deeply.

“Real smooth, Buck.” Steve jokes and Bucky’s shoulders fall forward. “What happened between you two whilst we were gone, huh?”

“I, I don’t know.” Bucky mutters as the elevator rises further up the compound.

Walking through the corridor to your suite, tears form in your eyes once more. “Again?” You ask yourself as you dab your eyes, an overwhelming sense of sadness forming in your heart.

Standing proudly alongside many others, you wave as the soldiers board the trains. “Don’t cry, doll.” Bucky wipes your eyes, his hands resting on your cheeks as he takes you in, unsure if he’ll ever have the joy of seeing your bright smile ever again.

“I can’t help it, James.” You admit, sniffling as the whistle sounds. “I love you, and please, don’t do anything dumb, you idiot.” You chuckle as Bucky leans closer, capturing your lips with his, saying more than words could as tears fall from your eyes as he pulls away.

“This isn’t goodbye, Y/n.” Bucky assures you as he boards the train, blending in with the rest of the soldiers as you do with the worried lovers bidding farewell.

Forcing back the sob in your throat, you watch as he disappears out of sight, leaving you alone with the realisation; he might never come home.

“Hey, Y/n?” Natasha taps your shoulder, and you discreetly wipe your eyes before facing her.

“Hi, Natasha, can I help at all?” You ask, forcing a smile that Natasha can see right through.

She hums before motioning for you to follow her. “Listen, I know Barnes can be, well, Barnes,” You nod along, unsure where she’s going with it. “but he means well under all that. I, I just want to make sure you’re comfortable here, and if you ever need me, I’m just above.” Natasha motions to the floor above, and you nod along.

“Thanks, Natasha. Bucky’s fine, I promise. He just, he reminds me of someone I once knew.” You state, unsure of your own words as they leave your lips.

“Ah, we’ve all been there.” Natasha remarks, seeing an unease across your face. “You okay in there?” She asks, but you immediately perk up.

“Yeah, I should,” You point down to your phone. “I should go sort Tony’s meetings, I, I’ll see you later.”

Before Natasha can ask anything else, you rush off to your suite, locking the door behind you.

Leaning against your door, you can feel your heart drumming against your chest, threatening to burst through. “Hey, FRIDAY?” You ask as your eyes remain tightly closed, images of Bucky crossing your mind, but a version you’ve never met.

“Yes, Ms Y/l/n?” FRIDAY answers.

“Where is the nearest Doctor?” Your voice remains uneasy as silence follows.

“Is something wrong Ms Y/l/n? Would you like me to inform Tony?”

“Erm, no, I, I don’t want to worry him.” You state, but three knocks on your door interrupt you.

Stepping back, you unlock the door and pause as Tony stands before you with his arms crossed over his chest.

“You’ve got some explaining to do, don’t you think?” Tony asks as you breathe heavily and step aside, knowing this would be a long conversation ahead.

PART THREE

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