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gothgoblinbabe · 9 months ago

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Drunken Words, Sober Thoughts (pt.2)

Logan Howlett x fem reader

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Warnings: MDNI/18+, mostly porn w little plot, unprotected sex (wrap it up pls), fem!reader, being referred to as a girl, use of pet names, very light choking, filming sex/making a sex tape, swearing, I believe that is it but if i missed any pls lmk <3 I also didn’t proofread this one as much as I usually do so forgive me for any mistakes or inconsistencies!

Summary: [based on this ask] I don’t know what to really say for this one cause I feel like the ask explains it perfectly lol, but part 1 is here if you want to read it but this also works as a stand alone thing. I did tweak a couple of things from the ask but nothing major!

Word count: 5.5K

Since you and Logan had gotten to know each other a little better, you were over his and Wade’s apartment sometimes more than your own. He’d begun to make himself comfortable in yours too, finding himself waking up in your decorative sheets with the morning sun shining onto the pictures taped to your wall. It was a comfortable routine you’d started; waking up in each other's beds, going out to eat at some 24 hour diner when neither of you could sleep, talking with each other till the sun came up. Weekends with Wade even turned to weekends with Wade and Logan, your legs slung over your boyfriend's lap with his arm around your shoulder.

Unfortunately for him, though, you and Wade would not budge on Keeping Up With The Kardashians.

“I still don’t get it,” he grumbled next to you on the couch, quirking an eyebrow at you and his roommate, “what the hell are they famous for, anyway?”

“Well,” you began to explain, raising the remote to mute the TV, “their dad was a really famous lawyer, he defended O-”

“Nope,” Wade piped up from beside you through a mouthful of chips, “you know that’s not the real reason they’re famous, cupcake.”

You turned to narrow your eyes at him, “C’mon, you don’t mean -”

“Mhm,” he hummed, eyes flickering from you to the muted TV so he could read the subtitles without missing a beat.

“What?” Logan finally asked, clearly frustrated that neither of you would clue him in.

You sighed, rolling your eyes and laughing a bit to yourself, “Okay, so, Kim? The main sister?”

He nodded, “the one with the huge -”

“Yes, her.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Okay, she used to date this singer Ray J and in the early two thousands, they made a sex tape. It got leaked somehow and she kinda shot into fame and I guess her family followed,” you explained simply.

“You should show him the tape,” Wade chimed in again, taking the remote from your lap and unmuting the TV.

“Jesus, I’m not gonna do that,” you shook your head, “I don’t think he’d wanna see it.”

“You’d be right,” Logan agreed, cringing a little.

“You two should make your own, then. You can finally be famous for somethin’ else, peanut!” Wade suggested, poking at his roommate's shoulder, “plus, with a pretty girl? Man, that would blow up.”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed. That was seemingly the end of the discussion, except Logan couldn’t get Wade’s words to leave his brain.

You two should make your own, then.

It stuck with him to the point that he was staring at his ceiling that night, listening to your steady breathing as you slept beside him, still unable to think of anything else. It was a bad idea, wasn’t it? He couldn’t ask you to do that with him. Could he?

He couldn’t shake the image of you on the screen of some camera, your back to his chest as he fucked you from behind and you batted your pretty eyes at the lens. He’d never let another soul see it, it would be something just between the two of you - something he’d definitely keep to watch a million times over. He looked around his apartment the next day after you'd gone to work to see if maybe Wade had an old camera somewhere - one he wouldn’t miss if he never saw it again. He dug out a silver camcorder from the junk drawer in the kitchen, turning it over in his hands. It looked like one you’d find on a shelf in a radioshack - when they were still around - something you’d use to film a kid’s high school graduation in the mid two thousands. As long as it worked, it would do. He fumbled the thing open, pressing a couple buttons before the screen finally lit up and gave him the option to look through the album. There were only three things on there - a blurry picture of Wade’s shoes, an even blurrier picture of half of his face and a twelve second video of him trying to film Logan while he swatted the camera out of his hands and onto the floor.

He found a charger and hooked it up to the wall, already thinking over how exactly he was going to approach the subject with you. If he was going to be able to do what he’d been thinking about, that camera had to be charged to last for at least a couple of hours. He’d planned to stay the night at your place and figured he’d try to work up the nerve to ask then.

He found himself on your couch later that night, his thighs spread while you sat in his lap and played with his hair. He was leaving kisses down your throat, his hands on the sides of your thighs.

“Can I ask you somethin’, sweetheart?” he mumbled into your skin. He pulled his face away to look into your eyes.

“Hm?” you raised your eyebrows, waiting for him to continue.

He almost felt dirty for what he was about to ask of you - like he was perverted for even considering it when you looked at him so sweetly.

His eyes moved from your face to his jacket laying beside him and he reached into the pocket, pulling out the small camera.

“I kinda wanted to try somethin’ a little different.”

Your lips parted when you realized what he was holding, eyes flickering from the device to his face. He watched your lips curl up into a smile. You knew instantly what he was about to ask when you remembered your conversation from the night before.

“You wanna film a sex tape?”

He swallowed hard, fearful that you were about to scoff and lift yourself off him. Instead, you rested your hand over his that held the camera, “I wonder where you got that idea.”

You took it from his hand, flipping it open and turning it on. You held it up and hit record, smirking when he rolled his eyes at you.

“I didn’t say I wanted my face all in it,” he scoffed, a smile tugging at his lips.

“What, you think I’m gonna let you only film me?” you pulled the camera from your face, quirking an eyebrow at him, “uh-uh, babe. If this is gonna be our sex tape, I want you in it.”

He huffed, glaring at you through the lens.

“Besides,” you continued, “you’re acting like you're the only one who's gonna like it.”

“So, you’re not upset that I asked?”

You shook your head, “Upset that a hot guy asked to film himself screwing my brains out? Hell no.”

He gnawed at his bottom lip and watched you fiddle with the camera, clicking through settings and trying out filters. Screw your brains out, huh? He could do that. He wouldn't admit it even if you asked, but he was turned on beyond belief from the idea that you’d watch it when he wasn’t with you - he liked the idea of putting on a performance for you, giving you what you want so you’d stuff the little vibrator you kept in the drawer of your nightstand inside your aching pussy when you watched it back, your eyes trained on his face and remembering how good he’d made you feel.

“It’s kind of an older camera,” Logan began, his hands wrapping around the back of your thighs, “maybe we should test it out, see if it works?”

“Oh, should we?”

He stood up in seconds, his strong arms holding you up by your thighs as he carried you to your room. You giggled, your arms wrapped around the back of his neck. You held the camera up to film yourself. Your face was in frame, Logan only visible by the back of his head as you stretched your arm out.

“This is my very sexy boyfriend, taking me to bed,” you narrated, kissing the side of his face.

“Shut up,” he grumbled, burying his face in your neck as he nudged your door open with his foot. He dropped you onto the bed and you kept the camera trained on him as he crawled over you.

“You’re gonna keep that damn thing on my face the whole time?”

He leaned over you with his hands on either side of your head, his bulging muscles even more prominent from your angle underneath him. His tongue stuck out the corner of his mouth, licking over his lips. You wouldn’t mind if the whole video was just from this angle.

“You look fucking hot.”

He was a little taken back by your compliment. Even after months of sleeping together, he still wasn’t used to the praise, dismissing you with a scoff or simply hiding his red face.

“Look who’s talkin’.”

Logan snatched the camera from your hands in one quick swipe, sitting back on his heels so he could get all of you in frame. You sat up, tugging your shirt over your head and tossing it somewhere off the bed, leaving you in your bra and jeans. You looked angelic underneath him with your hair spread around your head like a halo, your chest heaving in excitement. You bit your lip and grabbed the end of his shirt to pull him closer to you, lidded eyes staring up at him.

“Fuck.”

He groaned, letting you pull him down and slip your tongue into his mouth. He haphazardly placed the camera on your bedside table, glancing at it momentarily to make sure it was on before diving back onto you.

His hands slid up your back and under the band of your bra. He unhooked the clasp and pushed the straps down your shoulders, pulling the garment from your chest and licking his lips in awe. It didn’t matter how often he saw you naked; each time was like the first.

His mouth latched onto your chest almost immediately, swirling his tongue and sucking in a way that elicited a moan from your lips. Your back arched and he hooked his arm around your waist to pull you as close as possible. He was sucking dark marks into your soft skin, leaving each one shiny with his saliva. If there was one thing you were sure of with Logan, it was that he really loved being messy when he toyed with you.

He dragged his lips from your chest down your waistband, leaving tender kisses on your stomach and sides. Over time, he’d slowly gotten more affectionate - more loving and emotional - during sex. He always showed it the best he could, but he was clearly becoming more comfortable being vulnerable with you. He still had his animalistic and rough ways about him, but now it was combined with soft kisses to your nose and forehead, mumbled praises into your mouth and declarations of love while you panted from the pace of his thrusts.

Logan stopped at the waistband of your jeans, his fingers popping the metal button with little hesitation. You wordlessly lifted your hips for him to drag them down your thighs, leaving you only in your panties. He leaned over to grab the camera from the table, leaning back a bit to get you in frame.

“So fuckin’ pretty,” he huffed, his free hand immediately sliding between your thighs to graze his fingers against the damp fabric, “all for me?”

You nodded, hooded eyes and parted lips posing for the camera, “yours, all yours.”

Logan was chewing on his bottom lip while he admired you from behind the camera. He knew without a doubt that you were the prettiest girl he’d ever been with; none of those dirty magazines or tapes he’d seen over the years could even compare to what was in front of him now. You were positively heavenly, a type of beauty so alluring that it bordered being otherworldly.

He finally used his free hand to remove your panties when you lifted your hips, set on recording as much as he could from the perspective he had because fuck, it was a good one.

Laying in front of him - completely bare - with the camera focused on you made you feel vulnerable and a little shy and Logan was always able to read you.

He wanted to focus on you even more, but he instead handed the device over to you when he sensed your mild discomfort, the lens facing him.

“Here,” was all he said, letting you bring the camera up to your eye before he tugged his t-shirt over his head. He knew you clearly enjoyed filming him and even if he didn’t love the idea of being the object of attention, he wanted you to be comfortable and he’d sacrifice his own comfort for you any day. So, once he was shirtless, he stood off the bed in front of you to strip himself of his jeans and boxers, letting his hard cock spring up to hit his stomach when he took off the latter.

You had - fortunately for you - figured out the zoom option on the camera and used it to perfectly frame his leaking cock as the only thing in the shot, bobbing when he moved towards you to take the device back. When he did, he set it on the table next to the bed, messing with the same zoom option so that the shot was of you sitting up with your legs spread and your cunt aching to be touched.

Settling himself on his stomach between your legs, he hiked your thighs onto his shoulder, his mouth inches from your heat.

“Do me a favor, sweetheart,” he began and you nodded, ready to agree to anything he asked of you, “be as loud as you can, yeah? Wanna be able to hear ya’ on tape.”

He instantly delved his tongue into you, making you gasp. You tenderly rested your hands on his arms that were hooked around your thighs as if you were encouraging him to stay there.

He ate you every time like he was starving, his cheeks and chin always slick with saliva and sap from between your legs when he finally pulled himself off you.

You did as he instructed - though, you were probably going to do it anyway - moaning openly as he licked stripes up your dripping cunt so he could circle his tongue around your clit.

“Oh my god,” you whined, your thighs clamping around his head out of instinct. He let you thread your fingers through his hair, tugging at the dark strands to help angle his head and making him growl with his mouth still suctioned to you.

You felt around beside you for the camera, fumbling with it till you had the lens angled at him in between your legs.

“Fuck, L-Logan,” you panted, lovingly caressing his temple with your free hand.

“Mhm,” he hummed into you, the vibration pulling a whimper from your throat, “you like holding that thing, huh?”

Your eyes were glued to his through the small screen.

“You’re so fucking hot, of course I do,” you sighed, your lips parted and chest heaving.

He scoffed in amusement, continuing to slip his tongue between your folds and prod at your entrance. With his face still buried in you and his eyes closed in concentration, he took the camera from you and set it back on the table. He used his arms around your thighs to yank you further down the bed so you were flat on your back. You watched in awe as he spat a mouthful of saliva right onto your already soaked pussy, using his fingers to swipe his spit all over you. Latching his lips back onto your clit, he easily slipped two of his digits into you, feverishly pumping in and out. Your moans grew louder with each thrust of his fingers, echoing off your walls along with the wet noises that came from your soaked cunt.

“You’re such a good girl for me, lettin’ me eat your pretty pussy,” he rambled, voice muffled by your thighs, “always so fuckin’ good.”

You inhaled sharply when he gently rolled your clit between his teeth, licking after like a balm to soothe the searing sensation. You thought you couldn’t moan any louder until he replaced his fingers inside you with his tongue, angling his mouth in a way that made his nose nudge your bundle of nerves.

“Only good for you,” you managed to choke out, turning your head to the side to bury it in your pillow, “only for you.”

His hand slid up to grope your chest, pinching your nipple between his fingers. He slid it up even further to grab your chin and turn your head so you were forced to look at him.

“Eyes on me, baby,” he grumbled.

“Ah - uh-huh,” you tried to make some noise of agreement but were overwhelmed with how he was expertly tracing your cunt with his tongue.

Until he detached his mouth from you completely.

You groaned in frustration and knitted your eyebrows, silently asking why he stopped.

“Use your words or I’ll stop. Ya’ got it?”

His stern voice sent shivers down your spine.

“Yes, baby, please -“

His tongue was already back in between your folds by the time you said yes. He kept his vice like grip around your thighs, deciding he’d be content if he died right there with his head between your legs.

“Love when you - when you - fuck - eat me out,” you panted, “you make me feel so good.”

You knew how much he secretly loved the praise, catching the way he ground his hips into the mattress to find some sort of relief whenever you told him he was doing a good job, that he was so handsome, that you loved what he was doing to you. He was usually the dominant one in the relationship, whispering praises in your ear while you were underneath him, but you knew him well enough by now to have figured out that he loved when you did it back.

“You’re perfect, Logan, I - ah - I love you,” you gasped when his fingers pumped back into you.

It wasn’t all about sex with you two - though it was a wonderful part of your relationship - and yet he’d discovered that he’d never felt more loved than he had when he was with you, declaring your love for him while he completely devoted himself to you with his face in your pussy.

“I love you, too, pretty girl,” he grunted, “love fuckin’ you with my mouth.”

His filthy words fueled the fire building in your lower stomach and you tugged at his hair in an attempt to warn him.

“ ‘m gonna come,” you slurred, ankles locked on Logan’s back to keep him in place.

“Come for me, beautiful, c’mon,” he coaxed while his fingers abused the spot inside of you that made you whimper to encourage him to keep going, “want it all, want you to come on my face.”

That was definitely what sent you over the edge, mumbling unintelligible praises as he lapped up anything that had spilled out of you and onto his tongue.

“Tastes so damn good,” he heaved, his fingers still working at a consistent pace, “I think I can pull another one outta you.”

You felt tears beginning to form in your eyes from the overstimulation, crying out when he grazed your swollen clit with his teeth.

“ ‘s too - too much,” you tried to pull his head away by tugging his hair, to no avail.

He’d let you go, but not without one more taste of you.

It only took a couple more flicks of his tongue to have you arching your back, tears rolling down the sides of your face as you gushed around his fingers for a second time.

When he finally slipped his fingers out of you and he’d left the comfortable spot between your warm thighs, you could see that his entire lower face was almost completely slick with a mix of his spit and your cum. He was licking his lips, trying to savor the taste of you but making no attempt to wipe anything off his chin or cheeks. He was in love with you but he was also in love with the reality that he got to do this to you, that he got to taste every bit, that you wanted him to. You sat up to give him a desperate kiss - a clash of tongues and teeth that tasted entirely of you. You finally pulled away to admire his face.

Seeing him with his hair disheveled from your repeated tugging, his lips near swollen and raw and his cheeks still shining made you crave the idea of returning the favor.

“Sit on the edge of the bed, baby.”

Though he was usually the one giving orders instead of following them, he obliged anyway. His cock was still leaking in anticipation, hard against his stomach. When you got down on your knees in front of him, he couldn’t hide the excited smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He never expected you to return the favor when he used his mouth on you - content with that being a reward itself - but when you did? You usually left him shaking.

You took the camera from the table and handed it up to Logan, eager eyes following the lens.

“Can I suck your cock? Please?”

You knew he loved it when you begged and you always used it to get him exactly where you wanted him, especially when you looked up at him with those pleading eyes.

“Go ahead, baby,” he used his free hand to loosely hold your hair back in his fist, “I know you like havin’ it in your mouth, huh?”

You nodded eagerly, your hand wrapping around the base of his shaft. You hovered your mouth over his tip, letting a glob of spit drip from your lips so you could coat his cock in it before you tried to take him in your throat. You’d done it before, but he was huge and every time you tried to prep to make it easier. Your jaw even became sore sometimes from how wide you’d have to keep your mouth open. You never complained, though, because the mere idea of having the weight of Logan’s heavy cock in your mouth was enough to make you drool.

You spread your saliva up and down, leaning forward and dragging his tip across your parted lips while staring up at the lens of the camera.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, focused on you through the small screen, “such a fucking tease.”

You grinned, placing a light kiss on his tip before engulfing him into your mouth, tongue sliding along his slit to taste the small amount of precum that’d dripped from him when he first sat up. You suctioned and began to work up a pace, taking him as far as you could into your mouth while your hand stroked the rest of him.

“I love giving you head,” you admitted in the most sultry way possible when you popped your lips off his tip, long lashes batting up at him. It wasn’t a lie, either, and that was clear by how sloppy you loved to be whenever it was your turn to be on your knees. If you had at least one thing in common, it was that you wanted to worship each other as much as possible. You wanted to leave him in a state of euphoria the same way he did you, just as messily dedicated to making sure he came.

“Yeah? I can tell, sweetheart,” he still held the camera but his eyes were trained on your face, “such a good girl, sucking my cock like you were made for it.”

You tried to push him further into your throat, eager to see his thighs shake and hear him groan your name. You gagged on his tip and he inadvertently rolled his hips. You hummed, eyes starting to water every time you choked on his dick. You used your free hand to cup his balls and smeared your saliva down from the base of his cock to coat them. You pulled yourself off his mouth momentarily to spit on him again, licking your lips in excitement.

“Fuck’s sake,” he grunted, camera abandoned on the side of the bed so he could place both his hands on the back of your head, “doin’ so fucking good, princess.”

You continued to stroke him with one hand and massage his balls in the other, your tongue still swirling and sucking around him. You popped off him with a smile, spit covering your lips and chin while your hands continued their motion.

Logan leaned back on his elbows and held the camera up again with one hand. When you wrapped your lips around his cock again, he started to roll his hips at a steady pace so he could fuck your throat, grunting every time you gagged around him.

You picked up your pace, stroking his base while your head bobbed up and down in synch with your hand.

“Atta girl,” he panted, “jus’ like that.”

You could tell he was already close because he was sloppily rocking his hips up into your mouth, his thighs beginning to shake every time he hit the back of your throat. He sat up suddenly, grabbing your hair again to slowly pull you off his cock.

“On the bed, hands and knees,” he instructed simply, letting you scramble onto the mattress as he set up the camera on the end of your bed. You understood almost instantly what he wanted, biting back a smile as you laid your chest flat on the mattress, back arched with your ass in the air.

He climbed behind you and placed his knees on the inside of yours to push your legs apart even further. His large hands gripped your hips and he pulled you against him, his hard cock prodding your entrance. He leaned his body over yours so that your back was flush with his chest.

“I’m gonna fuck this pretty pussy like you deserve,” he muttered into your ear, intoxicating you with the feeling of his hot breath fanning the side of your face, “think you can take it, sweetheart?”

You nodded eagerly and gasped when he dragged the tip of his cock along the folds of your dripping cunt.

“Can take it - I want it so bad, Logan,” you pleaded, pushing back into him. Your eyes bore into the camera, lips parted. It was his idea for a sex tape after all, you might as well be sure to give him a show.

He sheathed himself into you completely in one thrust with an iron grip on your hips, the weight of him pushing into you almost knocking the wind out of your lungs. He began to slowly inch himself out and slam back in again, pulling out a little further each time. He was grunting into the back of your neck while he rocked his hips.

“Takin’ it so good, baby,” he panted, one of his hands moving to your neck and barely applying pressure while the other held his upper body above yours. His lips came to the side of your face and left a kiss so sweet that it could’ve rotted your teeth.

You whimpered when he worked up to a steady pace and reveled in the sensation of him filling you completely. Your fingers gripped the sheets, desperate for something to hold onto so you could stable yourself when his hard thrusts nearly knocked you over completely.

“S-so fucking - ah - so good,” you slurred your words with your eyes squeezed shut. You were slack jawed, nearly drooling.

“Yeah? Can tell you like it,” he huffed, “you’re so pretty, takin’ all of me like a good girl.”

You nodded frantically, whimpering every time he slammed into you.

“You like bein’ on camera, don’t you?” he continued, “you’re really fucking wet.”

You could only moan in response. You were soaking around him, drenching the base of his cock and the happy trail that went up to his stomach. He leaned back on his knees and his pace never faltered.

Your hands outstretched in front of you and you grabbed the camera. You angled it over your shoulder and focused the lens on his face, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

He scoffed when he noticed the camera over your shoulder, keeping his rhythm while his eyes were glued to the lens. If he thought too hard about what you might do with the video later, he wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Feels good, baby?” you panted, an amused smile creeping onto your face.

He was always the one to talk to you like that - pet names and filthy encouragement - but you wanted to get his face on film when you teased him back - or, at least tried to.

His expression mirrored yours and he grabbed the camera while his other hand kept an iron grip on your hip.

“I think you like holdin’ that thing a little too much,” he brought it up to his face and squinted at you through the screen.

“Mm,” you hummed, your face flushed and body sticky with sweat, “can’t help it.”

“You look fuckin’ gorgeous like this, you know that? God,” he sighed, “can’t get enough of you.”

You would’ve found his words endearing if you could even process them. The intoxicating feeling every time he pushed back into you was enough to render you speechless.

Logan angled the camera down to film the repeated motion, gaping at the mess you left around the base of him every time he pulled back.

“My dirty girl,” he cooed, “you like makin’ a mess on my cock?”

“F-Fuck - yes, yes,” you sobbed before he even finished his sentence. You could feel the pressure building in your stomach, bringing you closer to finishing.

“C’mon, sweetheart, I can feel you gettin’ tighter. Come for me, baby,” he grunted, his hand sliding from your hip to grip your ass.

It only took a few more strokes for you to do exactly that with your legs shaking underneath you.

“ ‘Atta girl,” he growled. He watched you gush around him, zooming in on your dripping pussy as he stretched you out over and over again. You were chanting his name, muttering unintelligible praises against your sheets.

It wasn’t long before he followed suit, his pace becoming sloppy as he spilled into you and let it drip down your thighs. He clicked off the camera and tossed it somewhere else onto the bed.

“C’mere,” he huffed, pulling you up to lean back against him, “love you so much.” He was leaving saccharine kisses from your ear down to your shoulder, still panting.

“I love you, too,” you managed to say with your eyes already half closed. He pulled out and laid you on your side, grabbing some t-shirt that had been next to the bed to clean you up. He wrapped you in his arms from behind and pulled up the comforter to cover you both.

“Can’t wait to watch that back,” he mumbled into your neck.

“Mhm,” you were already drifting off to sleep while he stroked your hair, “me neither.”

Logan fell asleep right after you with his arms still around you and his legs tangled in yours.

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Later that same week, you sat on the couch beside Logan in his apartment, flipping through TV channels on a lazy day off. Wade emerged from his bedroom and began frantically tearing apart the kitchen.

“What are you looking for?” you called, turning in your seat.

“My old camera. Have you seen it?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

You thought you hadn’t, at least. You had know idea the camera Logan brought over was Wade’s.

He was pretending to be uninterested in the conversation, hoping his apathy towards the question would absolve him of any suspicion.

You shrugged and returned your attention to the TV. You heard a couple doors open and close before Wade’s voice echoed through the apartment.

“Found it!”

Logan went wide eyed and immediately stood up from the couch.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion and looked between him and Wade when he came back into the living room.

And then you recognized the camera in his hands.

“Don’t open it, I’ll buy you a new one,” Logan insisted simply, holding out his hand.

“Oh, my god,” you muttered.

Wade's eyes flickered between you both.

“There’s something on here I’m not supposed to see, isn’t there?”

Logan immediately lunged for the camera and Wade sprinted into his bedroom, slamming his door shut and locking it. Logan pounded his fist on the door and tugged the doorknob.

“Open the door, you son of a bitch!”

You buried your face into the fabric of the couch cushion, anticipating the embarrassment of Wade seeing what was still on that camera.

He opened the door after a minute, giant smile plastered on his face.

“Here you go,” he said in a sing song voice as he handed it over.

You sighed in relief, assuming he’d decided to actually abide by your requests. He closed his bedroom door, only speaking again after you heard the lock click.

“Hey, by the way - can i get a copy?”

A/N: I struggled a lil bit w this one just bc of writers block but I hope it lived up to expectations <3 pls interact if you enjoyed!

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whileyoureinschoolidothisallday · 7 months ago

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Fixing MHA's Ending So It Follows Through With Its Core Themes (And It Basically Fixes Itself)

I don't like retconning at the best of times, but turning what started as essentially a Hope focused narrative into a "realistic" tragedy at the very last second is some wild work.

So I'm gonna do what I do best as a fic writer and fix it!!!!!

The Summary

So, I'm pretty sure all of us were on mostly the same page up until the very last panels of the Shigaraki fight (Having AFO being just "born evil" was probably the start of things not being great, but I'm willing to let that slide because it doesn't really effect the overall function of the story that much). Once that and the epilogue started is where I mostly saw people being like ????????? to a lot of choices, so I'm going to focus on those two sections only.

We're gonna be rewriting:

-The deaths of the Villains + Kurogiri (obvs)

-The overall post-War actions and reactions

-The continued existence of the Commission and the Hero Rankings

-Hawk's fate

-Spinner's fate

-A liiiiitle tweak to Chisaki's fate

-Slight tweaks to the Todorokis

-and finally What to DO with the Villains + Kurogiri now that they're alive

And we'll be starting with...

Toga

Now for a battle that was so beautiful, this really did end up completely falling apart.

I'm not gonna justify every single Villain Rescue I do, but Toga's really comes down to one simple reason for me:

Her bullies literally wanted her to die as atonement.

You don't...typically make your character's fate agree with their bullies or abusers (otherwise???? why are you explicitly portraying them as bullies and abusers to the audience if you want us to ultimately agree with them?????)

Throughout most of the story prior to this, Hori made it a staple in the show that dying for the cause, hurting yourself for the cause, martyring yourself or otherwise telling someone to kill themselves for the cause is a vile thing to do. So, it makes ZERO sense why he would suddenly retcon this at such a critical moment, especially since he already set the stage for it to be wrong in the first place.

(also does anyone also think it was weird/creepy that Hori LITERALLY has her do this with Twice and she very explicitly says "Don't be stupid I don't have to give all of my blood away"? No? Just me?)

Everything happens the same, she still thinks she's sacrificing herself, "If only, if only", blah blah blah

AND THEN...

Hawks

This is such low-hanging fruit plot-wise it actually feels offensive that it went nowhere

Nothing happens with Hawks. We all say it, fans and non-fans alike. He is wasted potential incarnate. His story is a circle and it so easily did not have to be that way because of one simple writing decision:

Hawks and Toga share a blood type.

Up until now, it really did seem like Hawks learned nothing from Jin's death. The first thing he says when he sees the clones is, "We have to kill them now!" But then, picture him still battered and broken from his fight with AFO, wingless, but there is still SOMETHING he can do to save someone's life.

And he puts the needle in his arm instead, and before she can question it, he tells her Jin would want her to live. He's not gonna make the same mistake twice.

(I also think it'd be nice if he said something like how lucky she is, to really go full circle with the Jin story, but I'm not trying dialogue here lol)

And that leads us to...

Shigaraki (and Kurogiri!)

This is a double feature because with the way I'm doing it, I can't save one without the other.

So, something that happens during this and is super anti-climactic and seemingly pointless is Midoriya losing his hands. He gets em back in like 2 seconds, because Eri gives him a surprise rewind almost immediately after. The actual point of it was just to show the brand new rule that physical damage that happens in the vestige world also happens in the real world, so that killing Shigaraki a few chapters later would still make sense.

We're gonna get rid of that rule entirely and just say that Midoriya does not lose his actual arms in the fight, and psychological damage in a ghost world does not reflect physically in reality (or idk. If you DO want that to happen, then just say the embers of the vestiges protected him one last time or something).

And because he doesn't lose his arms, Eri still has a surprise rewind to use.

But before we get to that, we actually have to save Shigaraki. So, here's the super complicated rescue rewrite I came up with. Ready?

Kicking AFO out of his brain and giving him back full control over his body simply does not kill him.

That's it!!!! That's really all that needed to happen!! It was a very conscious choice to make that kill him! It's actually more work and details to kill Shigaraki than it is to save him!! Hori already went out of his way to say that Nana's vestige protected him so that he wasn't completely swallowed by AFO, just so he could say goodbye before fading away anyway. What if, considering the fact that hatred of Nana is what damned him, love FROM Nana actually just plain ol saves him? Full stop? We come full circle. It would make it a fantastic mirror to the Todoroki fight and solidify the theme that love from your/a family, even a broken one, will save you!!

And then further in the background, Bakugou doesn't randomly kill (?????? Even after reading it again I'm still really confused about how Kurogiri dies. I think this is what happens?????) Kurogiri, and instead starts to lose control like they feared. But then, refusing to give up on him, Aizawa hits him with the now-available Rewind Juice and it finally, finally stabilizes his mind for good.

The day is saved.

And that just leaves...

Touya

Unfortunately my stupid husband can't stop trying to kill himself for 2 seconds despite my best efforts to convince him otherwise, so there's really nothing I can do about the extent of his injuries

However, there's LOTS I can do about the way we're treating said injuries! =D

First of all, because Touya is my favorite, I do wanna allow myself the space to briefly rant about how his entire situation was handled because brother. first of all. It's so incredibly obvious that he was supposed to die on the battlefield with his comrades. That man had no fuckin eyeballs by the end of that fight, bffr. And then it was like Hori remembered the thing about the noodles and was like 'oh shit I better at least wrap that up lol' so he brought him back--eyeballs and TEARDUCTS magically intact btw so naturally the audience with reading comprehension was like 'oh he's healing somehow I guess'--just to get that specific moment on the books (and maybe just to draw Touya in his Batman Who Laughs era because I mean he does look pretty sick in the tank) and then turned around and killed him again. With no explanation what the random functioning tearducts and magical regrowth of eyeballs was about.

Like...my guy, you ain't gotta do all that. Again, it's so much harder and more complicated to kill him than it is to keep him alive. Not to mention he was killed OFF-SCREEN. WE DON'T EVEN GET TO SEE ANY--IF ANY--CONVERSATIONS HE HAS WITH SHOUTO OR HIS FAMILY, WHICH WAS THE WHOLE POINT OF NOT KILLING HIM ON THE BATTLEFIELD. INSTEAD OF THE SEXY SHIRTLESS SERVING-FACE-AT-A-FUNERAL IMAGE OF TOUYA WE COULD'VE SEEN A FLASHBACK OF THEM TALKING AND HIM SMILING AND BEING HAPPY WITH THEM FOR WHATEVER TIME THEY HAD AND THAT STILL WOULD'VE BEEN MORE SATISFYING. Y'KNOW. BECAUSE THAT WAS THE WHOLE FUCKING POINT OF THE TODOROKI PLOTLINE?????????????VSSSBBNM,.;;PUSAAXXGHIIRWDFGG

But anyway.

Fixing Touya's death is really simple. We can do two things, actually.

Work with the deus-ex Ice Quirk a little bit, make the Phoenix Theory canon. Ice heals him, the tank is a giant fridge. Lo and behold, it would explain why he magically healed eyeballs and tearducts. It's an incredibly slow process, but eventually he'd heal enough to be out of the tank and in a normal hospital setting for the rest of his recovery. It also gives him a goal to pursue for the future, I.E learning how to control the new side of his powers and mayybeeee getting interested in studying Quirk Biology in the process 👀

He simply!!!!!! Doesn't die!!!!!!!!! Out of ALLLLLLL the MHA characters, I would 100% believe you if you told me that Touya Todoroki nevertheless persisted. That's like...his entire character. You don't even need to give me a reason. His entire character up until now has been 'the one that's somehow still alive' to the point that the fucking Dr. Eggman lookin ass mad scientist that brought him back to life in the first place (in WORSE condition) was like 'yeah no idea how he's still here that's scary'. I'm sorry, the entire fucking show I've had to see A. An old man without a face with a back alley ventilator system shoved directly into his stoma that's somehow fine and talking perfectly, and B. Another old man missing his ENTIRE digestive tract for years and is still up and walking around somehow with no G-tube or colostomy bag to be seen, so I think by the power of God and Anime, Touya could probably survive his injuries and it would be within the realm of believability for the show. In fact, it's LESS believable that he stayed alive through all that by spite alone and then when he finally gets offered love and acceptance, that determination and tenacity to stay alive suddenly goes out the window. If anything, it should've made him MORE determined to live.

Sorry I got carried away with that one. But there. Everyone is saved and the core themes are intact.

Now we just have...

The Overall Actions and Reactions Post-War

Gonna sum this up really quickly:

-The cameras never turned off. They're built for Quirk resistance because they're a fucking newscast in a Hero society if their technology broke every time there were heavy Quirk exchanges there would never be any fucking news. Making them conveniently lose footage so none of the civs can see the Villains humanity is just rubbing salt in the wound and serves no narrative purpose in line with pre-established themes. Everyone saw what was recorded, and it helped the Villains' cases for rehabilitation.

-We do not censor out this battle in future history books. Everyone is very familiar with the final fight and the events and circumstances leading up to it. It is not erased from public memory as soon as possible. In fact, it's frequently studied and referenced when making new policies to avoid making the same mistakes. Hori. Wtf.

-We do not reinstate the Hero Rankings in any way shape or form, and Shouto is the biggest voice in dismantling this system. Voila, this is now actually the story of how they all became the greatest Heroes, because they aren't ranked. They're all literally the greatest Heroes, and so will everyone after them.

-This IS actually portrayed in the epilogue, but yes, let's be LESS reliant on Heroes and police and MORE invested in the community!!!!!!! Even more so than what's portrayed!!!!! Take another bit from Spider-Man: Anyone can wear the mask!!!!!! Let's make a world where Heroes have too much time on their hands and not just make more of them, right????????? Remember that????????

-WE DO NOT REINSTATE THE COMMISSION. WE GOT RID OF THEM CORRUPT HOES FOR A REASON!!!!!! NO A CHANGE OF THE GUARD IS NOT ENOUGH TO FIX IT WE'RE NOT 7YRS OLD!!!!! HORI. WTF. The only thing I want them to be in charge of is licensing Heroes. I want these fuckers to be the DMV of the Hero world and that's IT!!!!!!!

Which brings us to...

Hawks' Fate

I don't even fuck with this man like that, but he did not deserve to become CEO of the organization that groomed and abused him since he was a child when all he wanted to do was chase tail and fuck off to a beach somewhere. Considering the fact that he also, like, killed people he shouldn't have, let him retire like Endeavor, please. We're done giving the old guard power and privilege, especially when they explicitly did not and do not want it (and when they did have it, they misused it). The only thing I want this man involved with is Toga's recovery alongside Uraraka. Specifically, I want him paying for it and anything else she might need. Fuck it, you know what, make HIM Endeavor's personal aide instead of Rei!!!! He gets to be a little simp and Endeavor gets a replacement son to fill Natsu's spot. Everyone wins.

(He does deserve that hairline tho. I ain't fixin that.)

So that leaves...

Spinner's Fate

I'm not changing much here, besides the fact that now Shiggy is alive and I think they should be ✨Roommates✨ eventually (and obviously he's gonna be much less riddled with survivor's guilt). I still think he should write that book, but I also think that with his multiple Quirks, he should team up with scientists to understand how Quirks work in the body (and maybe get some of them removed from his).

And next...

Chisaki's Fate

I just think this guy needs to be in the same place as the other Villains, at least for a fraction of the time. Why is he just...out. He was also in that daycare and could definitely use some help before we just let him loose in the streets because he said sorry (Can the League just say sorry then??????????).

I do think afterwards he should get involved with something chemistry related tho, cause those bullets of his came in clutch.

And on that note...

The Todorokis' Fates

And by Todorokis I mean two of them, specifically Rei lol

Yeah, she's not gonna be Endeavor's nurse for the rest of her life lol. That man has more money than God, he can hire an aide like everybody else. In fact, they're not even living together. Do you remember how earlier in the series, he gave them a new house? So they could live away from him and he would be in the old house by himself? I liked that plan. Let's go back to that plan. I'm not gonna go as far as to make them divorce, if they're together they're together, but I think separation is a necessary must at this point because if they MUST stay together, they should at least try dating for once???????? Girl was actually bought like maybe they figure out if they even still like each other at all, or ever did.

(Also, I have to laugh as a motorized wheelchair user that Hori drew her pushing Endeavor all happy and blissfully. Motorized wheelchairs are not meant to be pushed like that lol. They have push features for emergencies and small around-the-house distances of course, but uh, mine's 350 pounds without me in it. It's not usually anyone's first choice.)

But there is one more Todoroki I have a lot to talk about, so that finally brings us to...

What Do We Do With The Villains + Kurogiri Now That They're Alive???????????

We take everything from comic books except what would actually makes sense with the story lol

Surprise!!!!!! We're doing Arkham!!!!!! This is another low-hanging fruit thing that I'm almost a little offended that it wasn't implemented. Obviously Arkham has its problems in the Batman canon that we're gonna try to avoid, but I honestly think Batman villains and the core MHA Villains are pretty similar in their execution in that they are primarily mentally ill victims of society who have done very terrible things, but the audience (and Batman himself) is actively rooting for them to get better over just rotting in jail or being killed. Two-Faced has killed sooooo many people and has relapsed a ton, but I ultimately still want to see him get better because he was Batman's best friend once and a good man, and what happened to him was a tragedy. I think all the Villains deserve a space where they can humanely heal from their issues and gain support, while also being safely separated from society while they're still dangerous to themselves and others.

Oh, but Batman and his endless money bought Arkham. Who do we know who has access to trust fund money, an investment in the mentally ill, and the bonus of a medical background that could fund such a thing?

Ladies and Gentlemen, please put your hands together for...

Natsuo Todoroki!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My mans graduates from college and immediately uses his money as a doctor and his inheritance to open up Rindou Sanctuary, in honor of his mother Rei and named after her favorite flower (I don't think he'd want to give Enji the satisfaction of his last name attached to his greatest achievement). He's head doctor on site and the board, and visits Touya every shift once he's healed enough to be transferred to the facility. He is very invested in his brother's treatment and refuses to lose him again--at least not until they're proper old men.

It is publicly funded by donors and taxes alike, and Enji, naturally, is always the highest donor. Call it reparations.

And there you have it! That's how to fix the epilogue. It took longer to type than think about. I could care less about canon shipping, so y'all can keep that (or not). I'm just here to fix the structural problems that have no reason to be here at this point. As I said, once I redrew lines Hori already set up and just abandoned, it pretty much fixed itself.

Hope you enjoyed it and I hope it eases the grief a little!!!!! They're alive look I fixed it!!!!!! <3

(also feel free to use anything I said in here in your own fix-it fics!!!! Just tag me so I can read them 👀)

#x-men but anime #I...don't wanna tag this with the main tag LMFAO #oh how about this I've seen this one #bnha critical #dabi #touya todoroki #shigaraki tomura #tenko shimura #toga himiko #league of villains #sorry if there's typos I did not realize it was 6am good lord

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xoxoavenger · 4 months ago

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Hi! I saw your ask were open!!

I was thinking of Bucky with a fem!reader who's a time travelling witch. She's the old-fashioned, harry potter-esque kind and they meet in the 40s by accident after she heals pre-serum Steve but he never got her name.

He sees her again after a portal opened in the Compound where all the Avengers where reunited to discuss a plan. She gets spit out of the portal with her familiars and he recognises her immediately bc of the way she's dressed but she can't due to his arm/the longish hair and because she "just saw" him in her last time travel and him and Steve did not look like THAT.

Everyone's confused why Bucky insists he knows her and that she can help with their situation.

I LOVE this request omggg! I tweaked it a tiny bit to fit the plot, and also i've never seen/read harry potter lol. I wrote this in basically one sitting yesterday but I finished it at like 4 am and fell asleep proofreading it but now its here and I hope you enjoy!

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pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Witch!Reader

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warnings: reader does not call Bucky 'James' in this one (ik I just made the announcement but there is a reason I promise), Salem Witch Trials mention/explanation, Bucky's traumatic past mention

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"I told you to stay with me." Bucky says lowly as he wipes Steve's forehead with a cloth he had stolen from a nurses station. His best friend had picked another fight, except this time there was a knife involved. The doctors stitched him up the best they could, but his body is already so fragile, he's got an infection he's struggling to fight. Bucky feels so helpless, and even though Rebecca keeps telling him that short of kidnapping Steve, there was nothing he could have done.

Steve doesn't answer, eyes closed and mouth parted slightly as his shivers. He's sweating but freezing, and Bucky doesn't even want to look at the bloody mess that is the gauze covering the infected gash on Steve's malnourished body. Bucky feels guilty about this - he should have been there, he should have made sure that Steve wasn't in trouble. The kid loves to find trouble wherever he is, but Bucky never imagined this would happen.

Bucky's parents have come by, brought him food that's been left on the table untouched for hours, because Bucky feels sick just being in this room. But he can't leave, no, because this is his best friend, and his best friend doesn't have any family. Doesn't have anyone but him.

"You can't die on me, pal." Bucky whispers, emotion clouding his voice and making the words sticky as they climb up his throat. "I still need you."

It happens too fast for Bucky to figure out what exactly is going on. One minute, he's alone in the dark room, then next there's a bright purple light. A woman stumbles through, dressed in a long, dark lavender skirt that's high waisted, a white, pleated blouse tucked into it. She has a matching bow tied around the neck collar. There's a lace trim around the skirt, making her look old fashioned, even though she looks like she's probably his age. She's carrying a briefcase, and just when Bucky thinks this entire situation can't get any weirder, a black owl flys through the purple light and lands on the other chair that Bucky wasn't occupying.

The woman had been running from something, her momentum taking her forward until she hits the end of Steve's bed, dropping her briefcase and falling onto the floor. Bucky is frozen, not sure exactly what to do.

"Ow," She whispers, using the bed to stand up.

"Who the hell are you?" Bucky whispers, standing from his spot. He looks over at the owl, who's just staring there, then back at the woman, who now has her briefcase on the bed where Steve's skinny legs aren't taking any space.

"There's no time." She says, and Bucky looks over to see her briefcase filled with herbs and bottles and crushing tools. "Is he your friend?" She asks, finally looking up at Bucky. She's beautiful, her face seemingly timeless.

"Yes." He says, because he doesn't know what else to say. "Where did you come from?" He asks, watching her pull Steve's blanket down to get a better look at his wound.

"A portal." She answers, as if it was obvious.

"What?" He asks, and she takes a deep breath, before she looks at him. His brain is so jumbled, and his eyes keep going over to the owl, still just staring.

"I'm a witch. I time travel to places that need my help, and it seems your friend here is in desperate need." She answers, and Bucky can only blink as she moves Steve's hospital gown away to take a look at the gauze. It's already bloody, and puss is oozing from it, the infection making itself known. "What's his name?"

"Steve. I'm Bucky." He answers, without a second thought. "How-how does the portal know who needs help?" He asks, watching her begin to go to work. She pulls herbs out, and then begins to crush them together.

"The portal doesn't know that." She laughs, as if Steve isn't dying so bad that a time traveling witch came to save him.

Maybe Bucky's dying. That must be the only way to explain why an owl is sitting in Steve's hotel room.

"I made a spell that takes me to people who are meant to help the world that are dying. It seems your friend is important." She explains, but Becky's still lost.

"So you only save the important people?" Bucky asks. She adds a couple liquids that Bucky isn't familiar with, and then starts to spread it on Steve's wound. Bucky almost stops her, but he has a feeling Steve's gonna die without the help anyway.

"No," She tells him, smiling warmly as she finishes her spread. She moves over to Steve's bedside table, where a small roll of gauze is. "There are some people who need saving, because later on in life they do the saving. Your friend isn't supposed to die right now." She says, taking her tools toward the bathroom. Bucky checks on Steve, who already seems to be breathing easier, then follows her.

"So you just spend your life saving people?" He asks, watching her clean her tools in the sink.

"Yes." She says quietly, and Bucky frowns.

"What about your own time? What about your family? Friends?" He asks, and she blinks because damn, this guy asks a lot of questions. He's also accepted the 'witch' part of this story with surprising speed; if everyone reacted like this, she would tell them outright who she was instead of lying and saying she was a healer.

"Ya know, of everyone I've saved, no one ever asks this personal of questions." She says, turning the water off and looking over at him. "I just saved your friend, who is destined to do great things, and you're worried about my time?" She asks, and Bucky's stunned. This witch is telling him that Steve, skinny, defenseless Steve, is supposed to save people. His life is so important that it caused a magic potion to stop in their timeline to save him, out of all the other people in other times she could be saving.

"I guess, it just seems like a lonely life. Do you ever take a break?" He asks, causing the witch to scoff, passing him to go back to her briefcase.

"I mean, yeah, but my days aren't the same as yours. I can go from the middle of the night in the fourteenth century to broad daylight in the twenty first." She says, and Bucky is honestly shocked by this. She seems so put together for how much she's going through.

"Maybe you should stay here. Get some rest." He doesn't know why he offers, only that he doesn't want to see her go. He feels connected to her; she's someone who's only trying to do good, who feels out of place but is trying their best. He needs to know more about her, needs to know everything.

"Nice try," She says with a smile, and he hopes she knows that he means the offer genuinely. She takes something out of her briefcase before shutting it, looking up at him one last time. "But people need me."

"I want to see you again." He blurts out, because if he doesn't tell her, he knows that she'll be lost forever. She looks shocked, genuinely torn now, as if she hadn't expected him to say something like that. "Please," He realizes she never told him her name, and it makes his heart race with anxiety.

"Maybe one day, Bucky." She says, and it seems so sincere, so meaningful, that he could never guess what her next sentence would be. She throws the powder she was holding on the ground, a purple light appearing just like the one that did right before she came into the room. Her owl flies and finds a spot on her shoulder, so she looks over the other one, straight at Bucky as she stands before the portal. "But I really hope you won't need saving that badly."

And then the only witch Bucky had ever met was gone.

He stared at the spot for what felt like hours, but he couldn't be sure how long it really was. Soon, Steve woke up, no longer sweating and actually now hungry. The doctors called it a miracle, and Steve called him crazy when Bucky recounted the story, but Bucky knows what happened. He knows that there was more to her than she let on, and he knows there was a connection. But he also knows that he isn't important enough to be saved if he were to be hurt.

His fears are only confirmed when he's taken by Hydra the first time, dying underground. He prays to her, to that stupid fucking potion she had said that choses where she goes, but she never comes. He imagines it a couple times, but after awhile he knows it's not real. It's only worse when he falls off the train, when he cries out a mess of emotion, because he doesn't know her goddamn name. He stares at the blood soaking the snow, left behind like a phantom hand, and he knows that she meant what she said. She must have known that he didn't need saving, because he wasn't worth it.

The only good part of him getting his memories stolen was he was no longer plagued with the hope that she would rescue him.

As Y/N steps through the portal, she wishes she would have stayed in 1940 with Bucky. She is tired, she's been running through these portals for too long, and the job before Steve was risky. She doesn't even want to think about how she barely escaped, how she felt like she couldn't breathe the whole time. But she saved someone, and in doing so they're going to save many people, so it was a success. Even if right now, she feels like she just wants to curl up in her childhood bed and listen to the sounds of rain hitting the dirt outside.

As always, it takes her a moment to get acclimated with the scene around her. She's in a room, a bright one, so it must be some time in a newer century. It looks very much like the twenty-first century modern decorative take that she was afraid of the first time she was transported, but by now she's come to be familiar with many of the styles around the world. She doesn't go to the twenty-first century much, and it always scares her given that there is so much technology she doesn't quite understand.

"Who the hell invited Laura Ingalls?" A man says, and she turns to see him in a completely metal suit. It frightens her slightly, as she's never seen anything like it.

"Holy hell," A huge blonde man whispers from beside a bed. He's got a weird costume on as well, red white and blue. Y/N looks and sees everyone around her has weird costumes on, and she has no idea why she's here and who needs help.

"Where did you just come from?" An even bigger blonde with long hair asks, red cape dangling from his shoulders. She blinks at him, too overwhelmed to answer.

"And who are you?" The most normal of them all seems to be an archer dressed in all black, but even then she's not sure just based on the fact that he's hanging out with these people.

"Okay," She says mostly to herself, because this is just a group of crazy people. She can deal with them. She just needs to figure out who's hurt and what's wrong with them, and then she can go find somewhere to sleep. "I'm here to help. Is there someone who's injured, or maybe sick?" She asks, looking around the group.

"You're the witch." The blonde near the bed says, and Y/N blinks at him.

"Is it that obvious?" She asks, looking at Azio. Her owl just flys over to an empty shelf to perch, watching the group and making sure nothing bad happens.

"You know her?" A girl with dark red hair and a black suit asks.

"Look, if no one is hurt," Y/N started, but someone had to be at least ill. Sometimes, people didn't even know they were sick, and she had to diagnose them and give them the medicine she hoped would help cure them.

"No! No, we need your help." The man rushes, and Y/N feels slightly concerned by this. This man clearly seems to know her, but she would remember meeting someone so... large.

"Alright," Y/N started, looking around the group again. She paused when she saw a literal red man, and then turned back to them. The blonde man looked desperate, a lot like Bucky had just been. She hoped that Bucky was okay, wherever he was.

"What's she going to do? She looks like she doesn't even know what electricity is." Y/N turned to glare at one of the men, because she noticed there was only two women in this room besides her.

"She's a witch." The blonde repeats, and Y/N still doesn't remember who he is.

"I'm sorry, have we met before? I don't remember you." She says, and it's silent for a couple moments as everyone looks at them.

"Well, technically I haven't met you, but you healed me. In 1940." The man says it so matter of fact, but Y/N's sure he must be lying, or at least misremembering.

"What year is it?" She asks, a smile on her face because this must be some sort of prank.

"It's 2016." The man in the metal suit says. Y/N pauses, because that would make the blonde man around a hundred years old.

"Why are you lying?" She asks, walking closer. "I only healed one man in 1940, and he did not look like you." It's then that she notices the man laying on the bed. He has long, dark hair, and he looks like he's been through hell and back. She feels a sort of connection, but she's pretty sure she's never seen him before.

"I know. I'm Steve." He says from next to her, grabbing her attention back.

"Steve did not look like that." She says, looking down his large body. She turns back to the man on the bed, who seems to have a metal arm? She's pretty sure her potion keeps her in one universe, but she can't be too sure, especially with all these weirdos.

"Bucky told me about you." The man claiming to be Steve continues, and Y/N just puts her briefcase on the bed, opening it up. The name makes her pause, but she has to keep her cool. She needs to get out of this time. "He'd be so glad that you came to help him." Steve's words make her vision turn white with emotion.

"Stop!" She yells, because this man is implying that the person in this bed, who looks so horribly tortured, is Bucky. And he's not that much older than the Bucky that she just met. "Please, just let me heal this man, and then I can leave." There are tears in her eyes, because this is too much. Bucky reminded her too much of herself. She couldn't risk the connection.

"We had to knock him out, and he hasn't gotten back up. There's something wrong with his head." A woman with lighter red hair and a soft voice says, her costume completely and ridiculously red. Y/N nods, not wanting to know why they hit him that hard. She lifts his head, feeling around. She finds the problem, the large incision on the side of his head. She makes a fast acting concoction, using some of her own magic to help speed up the healing process. Just in case this is actually Bucky.

"How do you know Steve and Bucky from the 1940s?" The red head in the black outfit slides next to Y/N as she's packing her stuff up, ready to leave this shit-show.

"I just healed Steve in 1940, and he didn't look like that." Y/N whispers to her staring at the man in the bed. His face is bruised, and his hair is long, but she can't help but think about how this man may be the man she just had a connection with.

"Yeah," The woman laughs lightly. "He was injected with this serum that made him super strong, probably not too long after you left. He's still the same guy, though." Y/N turns to her, because she sounds honest but Y/N feels so conflicted.

"How would you know?" She asks defensively, making the red head chuckle once more.

"The serum just enhances everything that was there before. It makes good better, and bad worse." Her smile drops as she looks at Bucky. Y/N follows her gaze, because the man is starting to gain consciousness.

"What happened to him?" Y/N whispers, finally taking in that this is the same bright eyed man she saw what feels like moments ago. Even asleep, his face looks so scarred by life. She wishes there was a way for her to fix it, but she wasn't called to any time in between 1940 and now.

"He got the serum too. But a different version, from different people." The red head looks a lot less playful now, and Y/N wonders just how much Bucky has had to go through.

"How are they alive?" She finally asks the question that's been on her mind. They've got to be pushing a hundred years old, and yet Bucky doesn't look much older than the last time she saw him. Steve may look different than when she healed him, but he's still young.

"Steve crashed a plane carrying bombs into freezing water over the Arctic. Due to the serum, he was able to survive being frozen for about 70 years." She doesn't comment on Bucky, and just as Y/N is about to ask the man in question begins to wake up.

"Buck?" Steve is at his other side, watching Bucky open his eyes and blink against the harsh light.

"What happened?" Bucky rasps out, and Y/N fights her gasp. His voice is so much lower, so much more pained than the voice she heard in 1940. "What did I do?" He rephrases with wide eyes, looking at Steve and then at the man in metal, who stands at the end of the bed.

"Nothing we couldn't handle. It's not your fault." Steve answers. Y/N looks around for answers, but it seems no one has them. "We're just lucky you're okay."

"Yeah, well, Hydra at least had a good enough serum to keep me alive." Bucky grunts as he sits up, still not noticing the witch to his right.

"It wasn't the serum, Bucky." Another man in metal armor, one Y/N hadn't noticed before, steps up, arms crossed. He looks serious, and Y/N looks away like she's in trouble.

"What?" Bucky asks, confused. He looks around slowly until he finally lands on her. "It's you," He whispers, because he never got her name.

"Yes," She says, heart in her throat.

"You finally came." Bucky sounds so relieved, a little closer to the man she first met. "You finally saved me." He says it so soft that most of the people in the room can't hear it, but they all want in on this information. Bucky has never shown this much interest in anyone.

"Alright, we all have debriefs to fill out. Let's leave them alone." The red head says, forcing everyone out of the room. Steve is the last one to leave, smiling and winking at his friend.

"Told ya she was real." Bucky smirks, and Steve rolls his yes and mutters 'punk' before walking out of the room too. Y/N and Bucky are left alone, and while it's only been moments for Y/N, it's been years for Bucky.

"What's your name?" He finally asks, and Y/N smiles.

"Y/N." She answers, and Bucky gives a small, echo of a smile in return.

"I was starting to think that I just made you up, and that's why I didn't know your name." He tells her, and she chuckles a bit.

"You look... different." She says after a couple beats of silence. She watches his face fall, his eyes going to his metal arm. "I just came from 1940, so it was quite the jump for me." She tells him, and he flicks his eyes back to her.

"You mean, the last place you were at was Steve's hospital room?" Bucky asks for clarification, but he knows exactly what she's saying. He's lived a lifetime - two lifetimes - in the time that she walked through a purple light.

"What happened, Bucky?" She asks quietly, sitting on his bed but angling her body to face him still. He levels her gaze with a stare, unwilling the recount how he desperately prayed to a witch that he didn't even know the name of.

"You first." He counters, making Y/N furrow her brows. "Tell me what happened in your time."

"It's not important." The words are barely out of her mouth as she rolls her eyes before Bucky's speaking.

"It is to me." He says simply, and they stare at each other for a few seconds before she sighs, breaking eye contact and looking toward the window.

"My time was originally the seventeenth century. I had the misfortune of being born in Salem Village, Massachusetts Bay Colony. I knew that I was different from everyone else before the whole witch hanging was popular. And there were these girls, they were young and stupid, and they thought being a witch was cool. They called it 'possession.' But I am not possessed. I am a person." Y/N has to take a deep breath as she feels tears gather in her eyes, threatening to fall. "They accused everyone. Well, all the women, of course, because the men couldn't be tried for their wrongdoings. They pointed fingers left and right, and I know that these women were innocent. They didn't even know witches were real. They were just women." She pauses to wipe the tears that have raced down her cheeks, her heart pounding as she recalls the story. She looks down at her hands, unable to look at Bucky. "I was trying to keep a low profile. I had already been kicked out of my father's house, and I didn't have a husband. But there was this little girl, she couldn't have been more than five, and she was dying. She was going to die. I couldn't just sit there and let fear get the best of me." Y/N can remember it like it was yesterday.

"Y/N," Bucky starts, but she shakes her head. It feels good to finally tell someone, after years of meeting people and moving on immediately.

"Her dad turned me in. Said I had probably possessed her when I healed her. I saved his daughter, and he repaid me by throwing me in a cell." She watches Bucky's face change at this, but she doesn't know why. "I was held there for a month before they came to get me. They didn't feed me properly, gave me water in a bowl that they threw into the cell. I didn't even have a bathroom in there, and no one else had them in their cells either. There were times when I wouldn't eat, because I couldn't get over the smell, and I thought 'If I die of starvation, then at least I'll be free from here.' When they eventually did come, they put me in a cart, like an animal, and paraded me down the street to where my trail was held. But it wasn't actually a fair trial. Not for me, at least. I wasn't even allowed to speak. At my own death sentence!" She wipes her face again, wanting to wrap up the story. "I'm lucky on the walk to the hanging that there was some lavender and rosemary. I tripped into the bushes and crushed the plants so quickly, no one noticed. By the time I was saying the words, it was too late." She sniffles as she stares at her feet, a good point between her and Bucky so she doesn't have to look directly at him.

"You save the people who are destined to save others because you feel responsible for the women who were hung." Bucky says, reading her like a book. She snaps her gaze up to him, and he's just waiting for her to answer.

"If it weren't for me, no one in Salem would have even been thinking that witchcraft was a thing." She says, but Bucky shakes his head.

"You don't know that." He argues, and she just sighs.

"I have spent years moving around different times, saving people who are meant to be saved. And not one of those women have ever been apart of it. The only thing I've been able to do was help a woman who broke her ankle trying to run from her husband. And I almost got caught. Again." She almost shivers as she remembers helping Elizabeth right before she had helped Steve, how fast she had to go through the portal. "And now, I can never go back anyway, because they all know I'm a witch. They've seen me disappear. Twice." She thinks of all the women she was unable to save, who were hung publicly for no other reason but being a woman in Salem. It's quiet as they both take in what she's just revealed, and then Bucky starts talking.

"The first time I was taken by Hydra, it was right after you had come by. I joined the army, trying to do my part during World War II. But my unit was captured by Hydra, which was a Nazi group that largely worked underground. Steve eventually found me, but it took a month, and by that time Hydra had chosen me as their test subject. I didn't even know what they were doing, not until later, but they had given me a version of the super solider serum. I guess I should be lucky it didn't boil all my skin off or turn me green, but God, I was sick the whole time. They would take my blood, have me do certain tests, and sometimes, they'd just beat me until I was bloody." Y/N shudders as Bucky recounts his own story, feeling stupid for thinking that her starving in her cell was some sort of hell. That was just living compared to what Bucky was going through. "Steve and I formed a team after that, and we actually were pretty good. We were on a Hydra train, just trying to hijack it, when the wall was blasted off and I fell out. I should have died. But I lived, and of course, Hydra found me." He looks over at the silver arm, and Y/N figures that he must have lost it in the fall. "They wiped my memory. Made me into a killing machine. They gave me these trigger words, to keep me in line. They froze my body when they didn't need me to preserve it so I could be primed to go on missions. When Steve found me again, I didn't even know who I was. But somehow, he got through to me, and now I'm here, I guess." He doesn't seem too happy about being here, wherever it is. Y/N swallows back the tears from his harrowing story.

"Sounds like we have a lot more in common than I thought." Y/N says, and Bucky nods, jaw clenched. "I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you when you needed me. But I'm here now, which means you save people, Bucky. You are important. You deserve to be saved." She scoots closer with him, putting her hand on his.

"I just turned on my entire team because of ten stupid words. That's all it takes to trigger that part of my brain again." He tells her. She doesn't quite understand exactly what he's telling her, but she understands his emotions.

"They clearly care for you. They know it isn't your fault, Bucky. I promise, you are worth saving." She doesn't tell him that she thinks it may be her that will be saved. She's here for herself.

"So, are you gonna throw that magical powder again?" He asks, clearly upset at even the thought of Y/N leaving. She licks her lips, looking toward the window once more as she gathers her thoughts. She looks back at him, a small smile on her face.

"I was actually thinking that I may have some rest, finally." She says, just the thought of sleep causing her to yawn.

"Oh?" He's trying not to get too excited, he's only been dreaming of this moment for literal decades.

"I'm exhausted of running. Ever since that first portal, I've never stopped to catch my breath. I don't even know how long it's been, how much time I've spent doing this." She feels a little emotional even thinking about it, but Bucky seems to understand. "I want to live my life again. And I know I can still help, but maybe in a different way. Maybe in this century." She says, looking around before finally looking back at Bucky. He's grinning, looking so much more like the man she first met.

"I could help you, ya know." He says, and she laughs lightly as she moves around to lay in the bed with him.

"Sounds like a plan." She rests next to him, afraid to move, but he puts an arm around her and pulls her in, holding her tightly in his arms. She snuggles into his chest, feeling more content than she has ever felt in her life.

"Sleep tight." He whispers, and she sighs as she lets go of everything she's been holding onto.

"Where did Bucky come from?" She asks softly, wanting to know where that came from before she falls asleep in his arms. She wants to know a lot of things about him, but for right now, this small question will subdue her.

"My middle name is Bucahanan." He answers, smiling from this question.

"What's your first name?" She's almost slurring, sleep trying to take over quickly.

"James." He says, rubbing her side and trying to slyly untuck her pleaded blouse so he can slip a hand under her shirt to feel her skin.

"Yeah, I'm calling you James." She tells him, and he just laughs, unable to believe that the woman he'd been dreaming about is in his bed.

It may be too early to tell, but Bucky's pretty sure they're meant to be.

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#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfiction #marvel fanfic

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hp-hcs · 2 years ago

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Could I request some Yan poly Theo and Mattheo x male reader please?

Where he is an animagus that can turn into a cat just like McGonagal.

Where he goes to them in his cat form for cuddles and scratches and stuff because he’s touch starved, but what the reader doesn’t know is that they know who he is and that he’s not a normal cat, and the reason everyone’s been avoiding him both in his cat form and human form is because they’ve made everyone besides him know that he’s theirs and threaten them. Just the usual possessive Yan behaviour from the duo. Maybe they buy him a collar or something in his cat form and he gets all embarrassed because he doesn’t know that they know he’s a human and just has to wear it when he’s a cat-??

I’m so sorry if it’s too detailed

um, obsessed???

also i tweaked the ending you asked for just a little bit cause i never know how to end fics 🫠

i genuinely despise this. fully anticipate me just deleting this and starting over.

also please never apologize for too much detail it literally makes writing these so much easier and faster

requests? 🥺🤲

“He is, most of all, l'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle.” — Yandere! Theodore Nott x Animagus! Sirius’ son! Reader x Yandere! Mattheo Riddle

warnings: very mild—mostly implied—yandere possessive/violent stuff

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“Ah, Mr. Black. Lovely for you to join us.”

You cringed, hastily smoothing down your hair in an attempt to look like you hadn’t just woken up.

Snape gave you a stern look. “Very well. Now that you’ve elected to make your presence, perhaps Mr. Black can tell us what asphodel is?”

You flushed at the way your professor put you on the spot; the way all of your classmate's eyes were on you.

“U-uh, it’s a flower. It’s supposed to grow in the Elysian fields in the Greek underworld…?” You trailed off uncertainly.

Snape’s lips thinned, a sign that you were correct. “We have a new seating chart—a fact you might’ve known if you’d shown up on time. Over there. Quickly.”

You scurried over to the table he indicated, sitting down in the empty chair between two Slytherin boys.

The boy on your right gave you a sympathetic look, waiting until Snape turned to continue writing on the board before leaning over and whispering to you.

“We’re doing a project in pairs, but me an’ my friend Theo here said we’d add you in ours to make a group of three. Snape wanted you to work with Longbottom.”

The boy on your left—Theo, you presumed—leaned in to whisper, “Yeah, we wouldn’t wish that upon anyone. ‘specially not a pretty thing like you.”

You blushed at the flattering name, whispering back, “Longbottom? Merlin- thank you.”

He grinned brightly, seemingly pleased at your willingness to hold a conversation with him, if the gentle flush of his cheeks was any indication.

The boy on your right tugged at your sleeve with a charming smile. “That’s Theodore Nott, by the way. And I’m Mattheo Riddle, darlin’.”

~~~

“Well, I think we’re just about finished,” Theodore mused, sitting up from where he’d been leaning over your group’s poster board. “Think we used enough glitter?”

“No such thing as enough glitter.”

You laughed at the two boys’ antics as the three of you sat on the floor of their dorm room. They had a good rapport with each other, one that you fit easily into. There was no real awkwardness as you all joked with each other. You actually felt like you belonged, like you’d been a part of their pair for years.

It was a nice thought.

“Well, if we’re finished, then I desperately need to go to the library,” you sighed. “Flitwick assigned twenty inches on the difference between the Conservo and the Protego charms.”

The two groaned in sympathy.

“Good luck,” Mattheo shook his head, resting his hand on your knee.

You’d noticed that both boys were extremely touchy. They always seemed to be accidentally brushing hands with you, peering over your shoulder to look at the poster, and finding any excuse to rest their hands somewhere on your body.

You nodded your thanks, putting away your personal reading book, your glitter quills, and your googly eye stickers that you as a group had had far too much fun with.

“See you guys around!”

~~~

“Woah- Here, kitty kitty kitty!”

You blinked sleepily, annoyed at whomever was disrupting your nap by the warm common room fireplace.

Two blurry, vaguely boy-shaped blobs plopped down on the floor by you, one of the blobs’ bags spilling out its contents all over the floor. You swatted lazily at a feather quill that rolled to a stop beside you on the rug, quickly losing interest and yawning.

“Whose cat is this?” The shorter one—the one whose bag had dumped parchment and jellybeans all over the floor—asked, suddenly scratching the top of your head.

You froze, an unfamiliar rumble rising from your throat at the odd sensation.

You were purring.

If you were human right now, you were sure your skin would be prickling from the stranger’s gentle touch.

Gentle touch had always been uncommon for you. Your family was odd and disjointed. You grew up without a father, raised only by grumpy paintings and a sour house elf.

And once he returned, on a the back of a winged marvel, with stories of rats and traitors and time, his overjoyed smile had faltered when he learned you wore green and not red. His now ever-present pinched look of poorly hidden disappointment whenever he looked at you, paired with your god-cousin’s short and stiff hugs and forced smiles, you felt like an outsider in your own home.

“Virgil!”

The strangers startled you out of your reverie. Your ears flattened back, but the taller one just pet your head softly. The short one crossed its arms, shaking its head vehemently.

“No, dude. Why the fuck would you name our cat that?”

“Cause of the book? Dante’s Inferno?” The taller one pointed at one of your abandoned books lying on the rug, most of the stack on Charms subjects, except for that one. You must’ve fallen asleep while reading it, and changed into a cat at some point during your nap.

“Nerd.”

“Just because you don’t ever read, Riddle-”

You perked up at the familiar name. Blinking away sleep, the two blobs- boys come into better focus.

They’re your fucking group mates.

Fucking Circe.

Theo goes back to petting your head, his steady pets prompting you to instinctively push your head up against his palm to demand more.

“Oh- hi Vee,” he laughed, moving his hand further down to stroke along your spine.

“Wh- We’re not calling it that.”

~~~

They ended up calling you that.

They visited the library after school every day now, where sure enough, you’d always be sitting by the fire or sprawled out on the couch.

Some days, they brought extra friends. On those days, you’d always squawk and wind between your boys’ ankles to get their attention when they got too engrossed in a conversation, like an adorable, jealous tripping hazard.

And after you’d turned in your project, you had also remained friends with them as a human. You now lit up every time you saw them in the halls or the common room, and they always grinned whenever they saw you.

It was nice.

~~~ “Hel- oh.”

You watched as your History of Magic table mate, a usually kind and friendly Hufflepuff girl, scrambled out of her seat to sit elsewhere as soon as you set your bag down. You stared after her in shock.

What had you done to warrant that?

As you stared after her, you finally became aware that your classmates around you were staring at you with a mixture of curiosity and fear.

Everyone avoided the seat next to you like the plague.

You sat alone that class.

~~~

You set your textbook down on your desk, sitting down heavily in your chair.

Today had been awful. Nobody dared come near you in any of your classes, like you were a leper or something. You ate lunch alone, walked to class alone… you just hoped Potions, as your last class of the day, would pass quickly.

“Hello, lovely,” Mattheo greeted warmly, the corners of his eyes crinkling up as he sat down beside you—the first person to do so all day. “How are you this fine afternoon?”

You rolled your eyes grumpily, steadfastly ignoring him as you doodled on your parchment.

You suddenly felt fingers underneath your chin, lifting your head up until your eyes met Mattheo’s.

“He asked you a question, doll,” Theodore breathed into your ear from behind you. “Answer.”

You shivered at his tone and firm behavior, blushing despite yourself. “‘m- ‘m fine.”

“Good boy,” Mattheo sighed, patting your cheek patronizingly. “Was that really so hard?”

Your cheeks flush immediately at the name, as you remain a bit confused as to their sudden changes in personality.

Where were the lovably awkward pair of dorks that you usually hung out with, both as a human and as a cat? (Although, you supposed, they didn’t know about the latter.)

Maybe you were wrong about them?

~~~

You weren’t wrong about them.

You leaned against the side of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, watching interesting passerby on the street as you waited for your god-cousin, Harry, to return back outside.

You were so focused on people-watching, imagining backstories for everyone, (especially the creepy Gryffindor who liked to hit on you no matter how many times you said no: Cormac McLaggen. The boy had practically sprinted away as soon as he caught sight of you leaning against the wall. Odd that he also had a black eye and a busted nose) that you were completely startled by arms wrapping around you from behind.

You jumped, but relaxed a bit when they put their chin on your shoulder and whispered into your ear, “It’s Mattheo, doll. Calm down.”

“You just scared the shit outta me. Tellin’ me to calm down,” you roll your eyes. “What do you want?”

“Go out with me.”

“What?”

“M-me. And Theo. Both. Yeah?”

“Wow. Smooth, dude. Real master of words, aren’t you?” A new voice chimed in sarcastically.

You spun around at the arrival of a second person, relaxing when you saw that it was just Theo.

“What Matty is trying to ask is, will you go out with us?”

You gape at them.

“Both of you?”

“Ideally, yes.”

You blink at them, eyes wide.

Mattheo shifts nervously.

“Sure.”

Theodore blinks, like he wasn’t expecting that answer. “Sure? Like- like yes you will?”

“Yeah.”

The two boys exchange a rather disbelieving, giddy look.

“Uh, how does the Three Broomsticks at seven tonight sound?”

“Works for me,” you shrug, a pleased smile slowly creeping onto your face.

“Oh! Here. We- we got this for you. In case you said yes,” Mattheo digs through his pockets, pulling out a small, rectangular box, like the kind that watches come in. “But, you have to promise you’ll wait to get back to your dorm room before you open it.”

You laugh, shrugging. “Okay, sure. I promise.”

Theo narrows his eyes at you before sticking out his pinky finger. “Pinky promise?”

You laugh again at the way his serious look contrasts with his childish request, obliging and wrapping your pinky around his. “Pinky promise.”

~~~

You shut your dorm door behind you, dropping your bag on the floor and collapsing onto your bed. You, true to your word, waited to open the box, pulling it out of your pocket only just now.

It was small, simple gift box, with a scrap of folded parchment taped to the top.

Y/N –

Thought you might like this. We’d love to see you wear it on our date.

– MR & TN

You raise your eyebrows, setting the note aside and lifting the lid, unsure of what to expect.

You were not expecting there to be a blue cat collar inside, the dangling metal tag reading:

Virgil

If lost, return to either

Theo Nott or Mattheo Riddle

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britishsquidward · 2 months ago

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I don't know a lot about The Batman (2022) or its relevant media, but I saw @gl1tchr's post, and it got me thinking about a little maybe-idea that I said before, but I think I'll elaborate on a bit better here.

Namely colour symbolism with Paul Dano's Riddler - as it currently stands, this Riddler is only one kind of green all over, almost this more grey-hinted, olive colour, and gl1tchr wondered in the post whether or not Riddler would gain any purple to his colouring in the next film.

So I thought about this, because if he changes his outfit, it would probably be deliberate for whatever reason. New change, perhaps, but adding a whole new colour too seems like it could be a good opportunity for some motifs! As such, the addition of purple specifically was interesting because yes that is the other colour associated with the Riddler, but who else can purple be associated with? The Joker.

We saw that whole "friend" riddle when (who I presume is) Joker is trying to get through to Edward, which he seemingly does, given his reaction, so what if the addition of purple to the Riddler costume ends up being representative of Joker's influence, steering him further from what he thought he was and more into what we know the Riddler as, more classically? Almost like how Joker does with Harley in other versions, except tweaked for this, of course.

The purple could be his newfound flamboyancy, his different confidence, his new muse. If the Batman doesn't want him, perhaps this new person does - he even stoops to converse with him in riddle, after all! What more could Edward possibly want?

Joker is probably going to steer him down a much worse path but it would be interesting to see Edward get more and more "Riddler-like" as it were (in terms of what's generally associated with him, as we can all agree Naston is rather different from what is usually presented of him at surface value) as a result, which would probably drift him further away from Batman.

In which case, perhaps the green will lose its murk, too, and it'll become brighter, more reminiscent of the character's costumes from other versions, essentially losing the "darkness" factor (black or grey or however you want to look at it), because in this scenario, the "darkness" is representative of Batman, or his belief/trust in him (also works since those are Batman's main colours). His outfit growing more saturated and brighter would essentially be his realising that he liked the version of Batman he had created in his head rather than the one that actually prowls Gotham at night.

I assume Joker is going to manipulate/leave him? So that will probably have some effect too, perhaps the change/addition of multiple question marks which partly may be his "confusion" at the way people keep doing this to him, not knowing who to trust, that he's an enigma, etc. (this may also be when he finally changes his name to Edward Nigma - Nygma? - because he's finally found his identity), but also his finally solidifying who the Riddler is and that he's his own person and no longer needs to work alongside someone, giving him that independence, for better or for worse. He's intelligent, tricky, and having finally figured out he can rely on himself and no-one else, he's more dangerous a force than ever. He is the Riddler, and he finally knows what that means.

Again, I'm no expert on the 2022 film, so I could be off the mark entirely, but it was just an idea I thought I'd elaborate on.

#dc #the riddler #the batman #the batman 2022 #edward nashton #paul dano #dano riddler #edward nygma #paul dano riddler #battinson #the joker #batman #bsq chat

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rc-writes · 8 months ago

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐰 || 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨

𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙨 | 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢 | 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚 | 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙙

pairings: jj maybank x reader

warnings: mentions of jj getting in a fight & he gets a black eye, slight use of cursing

a/n: hey, guess who's still alive!! i've been meaning to make a part two to this for over a year now but could not come up with a good enough storyline and it ended up going on my never ending to do lists :/ fortunately however season 4 seems to have jump started the gears in my brain because i thought up the entire outline for this in like two minutes the other night lol. anyways, i hope this follow up does part one justice!

When the midday bell rang signaling for everyone to either go to lunch or go home, you all but practically ran out of the building. Your attempt at trying to find JJ at school before first period and during class changes had failed and due to the strict deadline for the mural of two weeks you didn't have time to look around for him before you left. You hoped he might skip lunch or even the rest of the day to meet you at the restaurant.

Your hope slowly shattered piece by piece as the hours went by and the blonde boy hadn't shown. His previous attempt at painting a chicken still on the wall being a stark reminder of his absence. You hadn't had the heart to paint over it yet, leaving it for him to maybe continue tweaking it.

This situation then repeated day after day for a whole week.

You searching the halls of Kildare County High School before school and during changeovers, even deciding to spend a few extra minutes during lunch one day to maybe spot him somewhere. You thinking maybe, just maybe you'd turn the corner by the restaurant and he'd be there standing, waiting for you. And each day you found no trace of him.

Maybe because you only went half of the day and maybe you two just had wildly different classes on different sides of the building made for you two to keep missing each other. Maybe you had walked past him a million times and just hadn't spotted him in the crowd of students walking to and from classes. Maybe considering when you first met him, he was in the middle of skipping school so maybe he just wasn't there to begin with. Though this didn't explain why he was never there at the resultant.

By the fourth day of you coming up empty you had decided to ask around to see who his friends were. The only reason as to why you hadn't before was because it felt too desperate, but now you were bordering on being desperate.

Upon finding out he spent most of his time hanging out with the same three people, you spent another day staying a few minutes after your dismissal time to look for them at lunch. Soon enough you found one of them, a taller guy with curly hair that you hadn't forgotten the name of, but he only said he hadn't seen JJ around. Which you would have believed if it wasn't for him pausing for a long moment and adding in one too many 'uh's that left you to believe he was lying.

Now you felt like shit. Here you were thinking you had made friends with this cute, funny guy who actually seemed to care about your work, but it seemed like he had ditched you after only talking for a day. And it was one thing to get ghosted, another to have his friends also seemingly lying about his whereabouts.

Safe to say you had spent the fourth day wallowing in your own self-pity as you continued working on the mural, still refusing to paint over his contribution.

The truth was that JJ was also wallowing in his own self-pity from not that far away.

A few feet away actually.

In the public library across the street.

As he pretended to read some history book he found on a random shelf.

While instead of reading he spent the entire time he was there just watching you paint from the window.

Man, he felt like such a creep spying at you from afar through the half-tinted library windows, but it was to make sure you were safe from the assholes who wouldn't know great talent even if it slapped them in the face.

The reason for all of this was that he did actually show up the day after you guys' first meeting. He even made it a point to show up extra early so he could admire what you had painted after he had left the day before and surprise you when you arrived. But this exact time ended being the same time some group of guys showed up just to tag the wall.

At first JJ walked directly up to them to kindly explain that the mural was actually the work of someone who put in a lot of time and effort into it, but then things got a bit heated when the guys continued to pull out cans of spray paint. Saying something about how they were getting back at the fancy restaurant stealing customers from family business on the other side of the island. They didn't care if it was actual art made by the same people they claim to be helping as long as it meant hurting the people with money too.

Long story short JJ ended up with a black eye and a busted lip, but it was all worth it to him because the guys decided they no longer cared about the wall. It was all worth it up until he spotted you turning the corner down the street and he realized he did not want you to see him all beat up and so he quickly went off down the other side of the block.

He couldn't let you see him looking like this on the second time you two ever saw each other. What if you took one look at him and just automatically assumed the worst? What if you just saw him as just another asshole who got into fights every other day just for the hell of it? Yes, he had gotten into many in the past like just now, but it was all because someone he cared about was going to get hurt otherwise.

Oh god now that he thought about it, in just one day you had become someone he cared about and now he was definitely not going to confront you with this information on day two of knowing each other. What if you thought that was way too forward and pushed him away?

Something in his mind told him you didn't seem like the person to just make assumptions and turn him away without any explanation. That even if you thought it was too weird, you would probably just kindly reject him. But the mere thought of that being a wrong assumption was too much to handle and so he just decided to avoid you completely.

He had to admit that the idea sounded pretty stupid, but he didn't know what else to do. He wasn't good with feelings stuff or new people. Maybe you didn't even have a good time the day before and didn't care he was there again this time.

And so JJ had his own routine he stuck to for the week. Diving into the nearest classroom when he saw you walking in his direction at school, even if that meant accidentally interrupting a class or two almost on a daily basis. Pleading again and again to his friends to not tell you where he was if you asked, even though they continued to tell him he was being over dramatic. That you'd most likely understand what happened. Going to the library across the street every day after school and then leaving once he saw that you had left.

This was the same routine he continued to repeat on the fifth day since you had met. After pretending to browse the library for the hundredth time he saw that you had left and began to make his way across the street to admire your work up close.

Unknowingly to him however was that you had made it just around the corner before realizing you left one of your paintbrushes on the sidewalk and turned back around to go get it. Good bigger brushes were expensive and hard to come by so there was no way you were just going to leave it there.

Once you turned back around the corner you couldn't believe you were staring at JJ just standing there in front of the wall. His messy hair was shielding you from seeing his face, but you could recognize him anywhere. He really did leave such an impression on you in just the hour or two you talked a few days ago.

"JJ?" You called out as you walked closer to him.

JJ just about jumped out of his skin when he heard your voice. He definitely thought you were long gone by now. Instinctively he turned towards you and then quickly turned back around so you couldn't see his face.

The next minute or two was you two practically spinning in circles as you tried to face him directly and he tried his damn best to make sure you didn't. Eventually you moved fast enough to get in front of him and saw the reason for his avoidance.

You couldn't help but gasp softly when you saw the half-healed bruise across his eye. "JJ what happened?" You instinctively began to reach for his face, but he softly blocked you with his hands.

"It's fine, I'm fine. I've had worse," He tried to fake a smile, but it faded as quickly as it appeared when he saw a new flash of worry come across your face. Shit why did he say that?

"I- bad wording, sorry." He added quickly. "I just mean it's fine, nothing I can't handle."

You shook your head slightly, not having it for his attempt at brushing this off. "JJ just tell me what happened."

He just stared into your eyes for a moment. Man were they pretty and also dangerous. He'd swear that he would have admitted to whatever you wanted him to if you kept looking at him like that.

Eventually he sighed, running his hand through his hair as he closed his eyes briefly and then opened them again when he decided to just tell you the truth.

JJ then explained what had happened with the taggers in a rollercoaster of emotions. One moment he'd pretend to reenact a moment dramatically before realizing that might worry you more, so he'd then cut the explanation short and brush it off as if it was nothing.

You would have laughed at his back and forth if it wasn't for the genuine worry that had overtaken you. As he explained the whole ordeal you couldn't help but feel bad that you had automatically assumed the worst of him. That his avoidance of you was all because he was just some asshole, when in reality it was really the complete opposite.

"You tried to take on four guys by yourself for me?" You questioned once he finished telling the story. He nodded, a thin smile on his face. "JJ that is incredibly stupid but also incredibly sweet in an odd way."

"I couldn't just let them ruin all your hard work." He shrugged it off as if it was something just anyone would do.

You couldn't help the smile that spread across your face, shaking your head in disbelief that anyone cared enough to literally fight for you.

"Just next time call for backup or something, so you don't get hurt again." You gestured to his bruised eye.

It was at this moment you yourself realized how much you began to care about him already. It seemed to just be incredibly easy and right to get attached to him so quickly. Though your moping around all week should have been your first sign to this.

"I'll try, but I make no promises." JJ flashed a stupid grin at you that even though you hadn't known him long you could just tell it was a signature move for him. You couldn't help but playfully shove at his shoulder, the both of you laughing.

"Alright now to make up for avoiding me for a week I must demand that you be here one o'clock sharp tomorrow to continue helping me get this painting done." You spoke in an exaggerated fake drill sergeant voice as you pointed to the half-finished mural.

JJ quickly responded in character, raising his hand up in a salute. It was clear as day that he was holding back a grin, the corners of his mouth twitching. "Aye, aye capt'n! Will do!"

You couldn't help but laugh more. "Pretty sure that's how you'd respond to a pirate not a commander."

"No, I'm pretty sure it can be both."

"Yeah, okay Maybank. Sure." You nodded, laughing.

You couldn't believe you made it a whole week without ever talking to him. Hell, you didn't know how you've gone your whole life without him in it. Come to think of it, you weren't sure if you've laughed this much just in the last month alone before you met him.

The one thing you did know, however, was that you were determined to have him stick around for the rest of it, whether he liked it or not. Though something in the way he looked at you made it not very hard to see that he definitely would like to.

#obx #outer banks #jj maybank #jj mayback x reader #jj mayback imagine #jj maybank one shot #outer banks imagine #outer banks x reader #obx x reader #obx imagine

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randomsporefacts · 6 months ago

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parts from the GonzagoGL underwater creature models. theyre actually a pretty good way to see parts that they made for spore in 2005, shortly before cutting them all (almost) in 2006 for parts that would still end up being in the final game

first is swimmingtripod.obj. this is the only creature here that has materials, through which we actually get to see the internal part names

it obviously has the willosaur mouth part. it even comes with upper fangs and a tongue still! in the obj file its called bp_mouth_tripod

it also has the antennae things, bp_horn_curled

a fin part on the arms and tail, seemingly bp_foot_claws_web, so its actually a foot part (also, in the final game, all of the feet are called movement parts internally, but also so are the fin detail parts!)

the eyes, each eyelid is a separate mesh and there doesnt seem to be separate center or mirrored models. bp_eye_tripod

next is jellyfish.obj

you can identify the eyes, which seem the same as the willosaur eyes, but the eyeball seems different

the bell itself seems to be a separate mesh from the horns attached to it. the eyestalk is a separate mesh but its cut off on the bottom, which makes it seem like its part of the bell part

the spikes are fully modeled though

the tentacles also cut off at the top but they all seem to be the same part, just modified with morph handles

rare_fish.obj

it has a strangely long mouth part that also cuts off at the back, and it lacks a tongue or any other meshes

a strange eye part, where both eyelids share a mesh

strangely enough the fins look really similar to Finneas and Pool Party-Foul from the final game (icons shown here as well). they arent using the exact meshes (neither of the 2005 fin parts' meshes cut off at the attaching end though), but its likely that they were just carried over to the final part selection with only minimal tweaks

and finally theres the tail fin part. it also doesnt cut off at the attaching end but there not much else to say here

next is whale.obj

it uses these same fin parts as rare_fish

and the bases are rather wide on these ones. theyre also used for the spikes on the tip of the head it seems

the tail is actually composed out of two meshes and those DO cut off. so its actually distinct from the Pool Party-Foul looking part somehow

theres... an even more bizarre eye part. its composed out of 3 meshes, but its not that the eyelids have separate meshes

this one actually doesnt cut off in the back. this one is just embedded in the whale's head so it looks like it has separate eyes. but technically its just one eye model for some bizarre reason. each eyeball is also fully modeled

lastly is the mouth. its also fully modeled, with no cut offs, and the teeth and tongue are all present. after this bizarre eye arrangement its nice to see the only other fully modeled mouth part

underwater_flora.obj

also seems to have parts. but it just uses the same leaf part and thats it

#spore #spore prototypes #spore datamining

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oopsiedaisiesbaby · 7 months ago

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So I was thinking about how you’ve said we need more enemies to lovers Clegan fanfic and I completely agree. I was thinking what if it’s like a modern AU and John sees Gale for the first time and determines he’s the hottest, most beautiful and perfect human being he’s ever seen in his life, and for that reason he hates him. Like I’m thinking maybe they’re new co workers (maybe actors or models even???) and everyone has told John how wonderful Gale is and how much he’s going to love him and like, John has worked with a lot of beautiful and attractive people who are also kind and charismatic. So it’s not that he’s not used to people like Gale. But John takes one look at him and goes “Oh you’ve got to be FUCKING kidding me. FUCK off” and then storms out of the room and Gale is like “wtf did I do?” And John just knows that he’s sooooo perfect and nice and flawless and smart and talented and he can’t STAND him and as he gets to know him he’s proven correct but as he learns he’s right it makes him hate Gale less because really how can anyone actually hate him? And when they’re still in their hate phase I think the only reason Gale hates John is just because John is so rude and short with him for seemingly no reason, and he finds John loud and obnoxious and immature (but later he starts to be fond of those parts of John’s personality as well)

Yesss I love me some enemies to lovers 😍😅

I see this vision though 🙌 Maybe John’s a model and Gale’s an actor and they get paired to do a shoot together and John’s never liked the actors that get shoe horned into modeling for different campaigns, they’re always dicks. He never returns the energy though.

Except, then he sees Gale in person for the first time and he is without a doubt, the prettiest most handsome most ethereal creature John has ever seen in his entire existence. He’s a model, he meets the prettiest people in the world regularly, they all look like cryptids in comparison to Gale though. Gale is kind of quiet and snobby, won’t really talk to John and cringes at his casual touch like he’s above him. It makes John think that the heat in his belly and the stuttering in his chest is anger.

He decides then and there that he and Gale are mortal enemies. Who is this pretty boy actor to come into John’s field and like he’s better than everyone here? All those rumors about him being a sweetheart must’ve been a crock of shit or for some reason he’s decided John in particular deserves his ire.

It goes on for months. Their rivalry is famous. They’re making snarky comments at each other on Twitter, taking pot shots at each other in interviews, glaring at each other on red carpets, and John feels a little vindicated that his gut feeling when meeting Gale was correct.

Of course they get booked to do another shoot together, Gale’s been selected as the brand ambassador for some big name brand and they want John for this particular one too because they know him and Gale hate each other and they think it will really sell whatever they’re going for.

John gets there and at one point it’s just him and Gale and their assistants and Gale cracks a very awkward stumbling joke that takes a minute to register with John but it was the perfect amount of bitchy and funny about how stupid the shoot is and it has John laughing. He’s so confused though because why is Gale cracking jokes and since when is he so fucking funny?

The last bit is John just trying to fool himself… if Gale had been insulting anyone else other than him the last several months, he would’ve thought it was all quite hilarious. He’s actually pretty clever. It doesn’t matter though because Gale is still aloof and snobby that day and it really rubs John the wrong way. He aches with his hatred for Gale.

The only problem, is Gale is being fake nice to him throughout the shoot and it’s really making John tweak because it’s not fair for him to put on this show for everyone else when he’s actually an asshole. So, he ends up exploding on Gale in front of everyone after one too many fake compliments and oh no, why does Gale look like he’s gonna cry? John knows he’s an actor and can probably turn on the waterworks whenever necessary but this is suddenly really starting to not feel like that with the way Gale’s lips are trembling and his cheeks are flushing.

Gale storms off to his dressing room and John doesn��t hesitate before following despite everyone’s protests. Eventually he gets Gale to let him in and Gale quietly asks what he did to make John so angry. That he thought John liked him and it was all just banter and did Gale really read it that wrong? John’s like ??? You’re always such an ice cold bitch to me?

Gale stares at him for an uncomfortably long time and John is sweating he’s so nervous because what is happening right now? Gale admits that he’s just shy and anxious and John makes him extra nervous because he’s so handsome and the Big Bang of realizations starts happening for John.

Gale wasn’t snobby and aloof he was just quiet and shy and anxious. That warm, intense feeling he gets around Gale? Not hate, it’s just the most intense attraction he’s ever felt in his entire life. All those bitchy things Gale said about him on social media and in interviews? Was Gale just volleying back playfully after something John said about him… John had been horribly, horribly, horribly wrong.

He’s been in love with Gale this whole goddamned time.

John being John thinks that means the way to fix it to ask Gale on a date and when Gale peeks up at him shyly through his lashes with a pleased little smile John is suddenly blurting out how their first date should definitely be to the seaside in Greece. When Gale doesn’t even hesitate to accept, John knows he’ll be proposing before the year is out.

This was fun to think about lol ❤️

#oopsieanswers #mota #clegan #john egan #gale cleven

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dindjarindiaries · 8 months ago

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I mean, of course he had to praise and hype season 3. but honestly? Sometimes I'm not even sure the cast knew what the finished season looked like before it came out. In an interview where Katee speaks about the season she said there were changes in scenes she didn't expect and in a few instances didn't sound completely satisifed with the final product. Idk. Just feels like they cut a lot of it last minute in postprod.

I have a whoooooole theory on what went down behind the scenes between Mando S2 and S3.

I think it all started with The Book of Boba Fett. My theory is that the higher ups at Mickey Mouse Clubhouse or what have you saw what was written for TBOBF and made the executive decision to have more Din/Mandalorian content in there, because they, for whatever reason, didn't have faith in the full story presented to them. Hence why Din just pops up out of seemingly nowhere.

I think that Jon had to literally pull content out of season 3 to make that happen, and that Return of the Mandalorian was actually meant to be the season 3 premiere, but he had to tweak some things to make it fit into TBOBF and its budget (hence showing just the Armorer and Paz rather than all those other Mandos at the covert's planet). This already caused a weird downfall for season 3, and explains why even TBOBF cast members thought they were shooting season 3 (Ming-Na Wen thought this).

This made season 3 dismantled, explaining why a scrapped Rangers of the New Republic episode (arguably) takes up a whole episode's worth of space in that season. It also explains why the season might have been chopped up in the way you describe here, from Katee's point of view. And I don't think anyone was expecting it, because of behind the scenes issues.

Anyway HAHA this is just my theory, I have no idea what's true, but based on my own personal experiences with the company (technically both, as I had LFL on my name tag)??? I could totally see this being the case.

#the mandalorian #you have spoken

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goodboyaudios · 1 year ago

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I didn't watch the final episode. I wasn't invested in Mak and Darling and didn't want heartbreak from Zed. I know straight up that we're not getting that kiss. 😔

But I had a couple thoughts and a theory with Zed and it's that he's is a reincarnation of Magreos. It's just makes sense given the evidence.

Starting with Magreos' death. I'm not sure why, but this led my way of thinking, I've imagined that Magreos and Guardian fought on the same mountain that Guardain lives now on. Years later, Zed arrives at that same mountain and instantly falls in love just falls in love with the Guardian for seemingly no reason.

The other evidence is the voice. I'm still iffy about this because a VA can only do so many voices and it's not uncommon to give different characters in series the same voice just only slightly tweaked. But since Magreos called it out himself, thats going into the folder.

But regardless if it's true or not, Zed is his own person with his own story, but the heart never forgets if he and Magreos are indeed one in the same. I think that Zed climbed that mountain not only for his desire to get stronger, but also to help the Guardian through their trauma even if he wasn't aware of a past life. It's called Magic of the HEART after all.

The title is actually a play on words.

Magic of the Heart is actually supposed to read, Matters of the Heart.

Just to help you out here, Zed has no connection to Magreos. The idea with the voice sounding similar is simply to do with the fact that the guardian is hearing their husband everywhere they go. Zed is Magreos, Makkaro is Magreos, it's like a never ending torture for them.

Also, I feel like I didn't clarify this too well. Magreos isn't a ghost. It's literally just the manifestation of the Gaurdians' mental state. Which spoiler alert is not good.

Hope that helps you out a bit!

#good boy audios #goodboyaudios #youtube #asmr roleplay #asmr boyfriend

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yanderes-galore · 2 years ago

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May I request for a romantic Pav concept, with Kaiser's Daughter!Darling, where Kaiser is also a platonic yandere for his daughter, please? Both of them are from Fear & Hunger 2: Termina. If you're uncomfortable with writing for Kaiser that's alright, feel free to just do Pav. Thank you! And go ahead and dm if you need more details ^^

If I'm correct, Kaiser is just an Ascended Le'garde as The Yellow King. So I am going based on that for this. I'm still VERY new to F&H so I apologize if lore or something is off! I hope you like it-

Yandere! Pavel Yudin with Kaiser's Daughter! Darling

(Including Platonic! Kaiser, AU without three day timer/tweaked for plot purposes)

Pairing: Romantic (Pavel)/Platonic (Kaiser)

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Manipulation, Violence, Overprotective behavior, Murder/Attempted murder, Toxic companionship, Dark themes, Very brief passing mention of intimacy.

In terms of your backstory you'd probably be one of the contestants in Termina's strange festival.

You most likely are not aware of your bloodline or anything like that.

So you have no idea that you're related to Le'garde/Kaiser or The Girl.

Far as you know your home life has been as normal as it can be.

Yet some sort of fate has brought you here, yeah?

Pavel, or just Pav, is also a contestant whose goal is primarily just to stick a bullet in the Kaiser's skull.

I can't find much on their personalities but from interactions I have an idea.

Pav is cunning and cruel due to his intentions.

For the most part he doesn't want to get involved with anyone, only making it a goal to make it to the Kaiser.

He'd come across you at times but for the most part leave you alone if you don't deserve his wrath.

Like you, he doesn't know anything of your origins.

The Kaiser, on the other hand, knows you.

Some sort of fate has brought you to him.

The daughter who has not surpassed him like The Girl, you are still mortal and unaware of his existence.

The Kaiser still seems to have strong powers due to the fact he can ruin Pav from a distance.

I imagine he still cares for his other daughter greatly and oversees your progress through the festival.

If something appears to threaten you, it strangely dies from seemingly an action too quick for you to process.

Kaiser believes there's a reason you're back here with him around the same time, so he'll make sure you make it to meet him one way or another.

What's troubling is Pav's growing interest in you.

Pav has seen you around and mostly left you alone until you save him somehow.

Kaiser can still strike him down before disappearing, yet maybe after you save him in an AU from canon, Pav takes more interest?

It's that or some sort of alteration from that.

Pav begins to drift around you after you prevent him from dying.

You've given him another chance at slaying Kaiser.

At first he's hostile and upset at you, he never asked to be saved.

Yet you still appear to be patient, asking him of his past and how he is.

At first it all makes him annoyed.

Yet it all begins to grow on him the longer he's around you.

It feels... admittedly... a bit nice that you did such a thing.

Such behavior will quickly be punished in a land such as this.

Such a fact is something Kaiser also knows.

He understands the idea of wanting to change something, even in this current state.

It sort of frustrates Kaiser that you saved Pav.

However he can't blame your empathetic to help humanity.

Kaiser just wishes you chose your allies more... wisely.

Pav admittedly can't stop hovering around your location.

He tells himself he shouldn't, he has better things to do.

But instead he watches you, like he can't get enough of your presence.

He's another one to look out for you.

A bullet is gifted to any creature attacking... forcefully.

So not only is a God watching over you, a soldier of said Kaiser is also around.

You're in better hands than most other contestants.

Pav doesn't talk to you much and Kaiser prefers to silently watch you.

Whenever you encounter Kaiser you feel... wary yet comforted?

You aren't sure why but the aura feels both new and familiar, a sign this person is much more than man.

You don't want to go closer to him yet there's a supernatural calling to it.

You ignore it as best you can.

Pav would give you supplies to survive the festival when he finds you, Internally thankful you're still here.

Conversation is brief and quick, but he always seems to have a soft look in his eyes.

Pav is definitely not a yandere completely out in the open.

He isn't going to be all over you.

He isn't overly affectionate, he's a weathered man.

Even if he somehow showed his obsession, he isn't very skilled with it.

He's lost his whole family and only really knows bloodshed.

The fact he still has such a passionate feeling towards you is surprising.

It's also intense, even if not entirely visible.

He'd mostly be one to watch but offers to stick by you under the excuse of finding Kaiser.

Speaking of which, back to Kaiser.

Kaiser wants to take you in and prevent the area from changing you, even if it isn't possible.

Fate may be dark and twisted but it's brought you to him.

If he has to slay Pav to have such a thing happen he doesn't mind.

The man seems desperate to die anyways.

Here's some things to think about, if Pav ever did try to hold or kiss you to show romantic attraction, the normally at peace Kaiser is furious.

It's worse if anything even remotely Sylvian happened between you, regardless on if you love Pav back truly or wanted a fling.

I have I feeling this sort of situation only has one outcome.

Pav cannot kill Kaiser, the God is quick to overwhelm him no matter the scenario.

A simple gun shot to Kaiser's body will not end him, many have tried.

Although, he is thankful that the man has kept you safe up until this point.

Pav would feel a bit betrayed at the fact Kaiser is your father.

Even if you didn't know it

Despite this, Pav still holds strong feelings towards you due to his obsession.

He wants to kill the Kaiser even more now that he knows he plans to take you away.

Pav keeping you away from your father enrages Kaiser.

Pav has caught himself imagining some sort of life with you at times, even if it is not possible here.

He promises himself to kill the one who wants to take you away... even more so due to their past.

However, no matter how intense Pav is as a yandere, Kaiser will win.

In canon, Pav can never kill Kaiser alone.

Even when he brings you along to encounter Kaiser, or you meet together by chance, Kaiser has already decided the man's fate.

Pav yells at the "man" that he'll kill him.

No matter the weapon, he'll find a way.

You're meant to be with Pav as his wife....

Kaiser's patience wears thin.

This match up feels underwhelming as Kaiser would quickly plunge a blade into Pav's still healing chest.

This mortal does not deserve to have his daughter.

It only angers him that Pav could have done defiled you.

You belong here, with your father.

Pav's fate was going to happen eventually... it's about time you meet yours too. It's funny that he thought he had a chance after meeting you here.

Your father has been waiting for you... why don't you properly greet him?

#yandere fear and hunger #yandere fear and hunger 2 #yandere pavel yudin #yandere kaiser #yandere le'garde #yandere fear and hunger 2 termina

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