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lynaferns · 1 year

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FNAF Steampunk AU

That I never finished because I couldn't figure out what was going to be the story and character dynamics, and the role of each character, and yeah… I also spend many days writing, rewriting and changing thing, I didn't even get to finish the first draft and I got artblock.

I think my problem in the first place was that I wanted to make this AU stick to canon. A mistake, I know lmao. Later I thought of just making up most of the things but having to rewrite what I had already done dismotivated me.

So I thought of at least showing this character height chart I made a year ago. And maybe, idk, some of the wips that I never finished.

Maybe some notes and interactions I wrote under a cut.

If you ever want to ask me about what I had planned for this AU go ahead! Some main things about this story are:

All of the events of the story happens in a week (or so).

Gregory acts a little more scared than what is shown in the game.

DCAs arms can stretch up to 100 ft (30 m). He bends them to write or make shapes in the air.

Sun has some nowlege in animatronic repairs and maintenance due to being abandonent, having to repair himself.

Vanessa/Vanny have a biger role than in the game.

Burntrap also apeared more.

All animatronics are equiped with dart guns (for safety!). There are some places that require to leave the dart guns behind to continu.

Pizza is scuare (this is not important, I just felt like adding it).

Also, first idea and some doodles.

Edit: Now Cassie is in the AU

Gregory gets to escape to the locker rooms leaving Chica behind him. While searching for an exit Gregory gets surprised by Sun who was searching for him, and out of fright takes out the camera and flashes his bad eye damaging him for a few seconds.

Sun- "you were carring an object capable of blinding animatronics with you and you didn't use it against Chica to escape?!"

Gregory- "I didn't remember! I was more focused on running than taking a camera out of my pocket!"

Sun-pointing at himself with his hands- "And you had to remember when you saw ME?!"

Monty grabs Moon by the neck and throws him like a stick doing a spinning motion on the air, Roxy chases after him. She comes back carrying Moon with her mouth.

Freddy has an existential crisis by seeing endos. Moon is there awkwardly watching him. He gives him a pat on the back.

The auxiliary arm of the protective cylinder is broken, Gregory has to repair Sun manually. Trying to put his face plate back the nose falls off and Gregory nervously catches it juggling. They look between each others and the nose.

Sun-"..." "Gregory"

Gregory-"..."

Sun-"come on, say it"

Gregory-"..." "Got your nose~"

Vanessa is explaining something to the group. Moon is behind her copying her movements. The others are trying not to laugh. She notices and throws a flashlight at Moon.

They divide in groups. Moon gets on Monty's backs like a gremlin.

Moon-"go gator boy"

Monty-"I hate you"

One last, this is a whole scene that needs a bit of context. The current team members are Gregory, Freddy, Sun/Moon. They have figured out that the safe mode prevents animatronics from acting weird/hostile (found out the hard way in an encounter with moon and a fuse box). Though Moon seems not to attack Gregory anymore they wanted to test it with the rest of the band and found Chica, some things happened, they left her in her room in sleep mode and went to roxy raceway. This begins when they head to the west arcade to repair the service bot's head and on their way they encounter Chica out of the sleep mode but more normal.

(Forgive my poor writing, this was more of a script)

The four of them stare at each other until one decides to react.

Sun–”HELLLLO” Chica– holding her left arm–”A- Hiii, umm” Freddy– “He-hello Chica! What got you here??” Chica– “I-uh…patrol? I- think?? There… There is a child lost in the pizzaplex and we were, like- told to go find him, remember?” “Actually, wait, why are you out of your room? I thought maintenance put you on lock down- And what is the Daycare attendant doing out of the Daycare? it’s not the end of the hour yet- Oh!”–she just saw Gregory behind Freedys legs–”hey! you got the kid-”–flashback of the garbage compactor–”GET HIM”–she points at him with a dart gun– Sun–gets in the way–”WOAH WOAH WOW easy there!” Freddy–”Chica- wait! It’s ok he’s with us” Chica–”T-that-that kid is a menace! He- we should-HAVE to take him to the officer Vanessa–” Gregory–*gasp * Freddy & Sun– “NO!” Chica–”????wha-?

Freddy– “We must not take him to her.” Chica- “You guys kidding?” “These are literal-plain-instructions that you are- just-” “That kid threw me through the garbage compactor!” Gregory–”You tried to kill me!” Chica–”what?! No! I couldn’t do that, that’s against my programming!” Sun–”Uuumm, about that miss-” Chica–”YOU”–points at Sun with the gun– Sun–”?!” Chica–”You were there too!” “You have been with this kid all this time!” Sun–hands up-”Iwastryingtostophim” Freddy–”Chica, calm down, I know what this looks like but-” Sun–”OHMYGOSHWAITGUYS, she’s not hostile!” Chica–”wha-?” Freddy–”what…?” Gregory–”what??” “She’s literally pointing at us with a gun” Sun–standing next to Chica, pointing at her while looking at Freddy and Gregory–”I just noticed! her behavior changed-!” Chica–redirects the gun to re-target him–”you’re getting too close” Sun–ignores that–”She’s back to normal! That means the safe mode worked, we can use this!”

Chica–”What are you talking about?” Freddy–”You’re right! That’s a relief” “right Gregory?” Gregory–”...Yyyyyeah? I guess, yeah” Chica–”seriously, what do you all mean?” Freddy–”Well, It’s a little long story-” Sun–”And we will explain it to you!” “BUT not now, we are in a rush!” “To repair this bot-head so Gregory can ride the racecar” Chica–”...” “‘you serious?” Sun–”yep!” “Say, Gregory! You still want to ride?” Gregory–”uh-yeah” Sun–”Then let’s go!” “TO THE WEST ARCADE!”–grabs Freddy and Gregory and takes them there–”You can come if you want~!” Chica–”...” “OH- GOLLY, WELL” “I guess I’ll just go with you even though I don’t understand what is happening! And no one is going to give me an explanation!” Freddy–”-I promise that I’ll give you a wide explanation once we are done with all this… But in a more private place”

There are actually a couple more of scenes before this one (and after) but I'm not very confident of showing those (or any actually but I don't want this to be buried in my documents and forgoten because I really want to at least make a decent story)

Also, I know that the canon heights for the animatronics are like 6 ft but I prefered my height variety headcanons. Maaaaaybe they are a little too tall looking at it now that I look at it again but, eh.

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imaginedanvrs · 8 months

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part 9 l masterlist

summary: yelena belova x reader. when natasha takes you under her wing, she becomes like family, and the last thing you want is to lose that. but when you meet her younger sister who you know is off limits, you have to decide between what you really want and hope for minimal damage

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warnings: kidnapping, torture, drugging, significant injuries and blood loss, death, graphic violence, references to past sexual assault

You couldn’t move when you woke up. There were rough restraints wrapped around your torso and limbs but they weren’t necessary in keeping you in place. You felt stiff and unbelievably sore, like when a scab heals in an area that makes it hard to bend your arm or leg, except you felt it across your entire body.

There was a laceration from the bottom of your neck to your shoulder that stopped you moving your head, several across both legs that rendered them immobile, one on your right forearm, a multitude across your stomach and one deep in your back that was being dug into by whatever surface you were laying on. You exhaled shakily, feeling tears run down your already stiff cheeks.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” Rae called from somewhere behind you. Your heart pumped wildly against your chest, despite already working to its limit to keep you alive.

The raven haired woman appeared at your side with an unmarked cylinder and gas mask in hand. She was smiling, beaming really, as she pulled up a chair and sat down next to you. You eyed the mask warrily, suddenly aware of the absence of blood in your mouth and how dry it had become since. You had no idea what they had done to you since you had been asleep, and you weren’t sure you wanted to know.

“I want you to stay awake for a bit so we can chat,” she told you, voice light as she fitted the mask over your mouth and nose. You tried to move your head to the side but the wound in your neck protested loudly at the stretch. You didn’t try to hold your breath, knowing it was futile as Rae opened the gas valve. You didn’t look at her as you breathed it in, instead focusing on the area around you.

There were clouded strip curtains that stopped you seeing any further than a few feet around you and the space was poorly lit. Next to your bed were machines you couldn’t make out without attempting to move your head again though you noticed several thin tubes entering your arms. You didn’t want to know what they were putting in your body. You didn’t want to know anything. You were trapped beneath a blanket of pain that prevented you from being able to focus on much else.

Rae pulled the paper thin sheet that was draped over your body off of you and you were somewhat glad that you couldn’t move your head to see the state that your body was in. But the vast stain of red was hard to miss, even out of the corner of your eyes, it was everywhere. She put her hand on your thigh where it seemed your trousers had been turned into shorts to provide access to your wounds across your legs. You winced at her touch, feeling it even through the pain.

“You haven’t really changed, you know?” She told you. “People like to believe they can change after they’ve done something bad. They decide to do some good acts, to try and make amends, but it doesn’t mean anything,” she sighs. “I suppose Natasha failed to inform you of that fact when she gave you a job, or maybe she thought it would be a good act of her own,” she pondered. You didn’t reply even when Rae removed the mask.

“Tell me about her,” she said as she put the equipment down and rested her forearms and head on the edge of the bed next to your face. “Come on, sweetheart, I didn’t touch your vocal chords for a reason. Tell me about what Natasha and Yelena are like now.” You frowned, not sure what exactly it was Rae wanted to know about the sisters. You couldn't trust that it was for a harmless reason either.

“I know you’re fucking Yelena, so there must be some interesting things about her you can tell me,” she pushed impatiently and began to trace the edges of you neck wound. You swallowed thickly under her touch as you registered that Rae knew about you and Yelena. That explained why she sent the photo that she did. But was she trying to get to the blonde too?

“She was the most ruthless child assassin the red room had ever seen,” Rae told you. You frowned, not understanding where Rae could have gotten that information from. “We were in all the same classes so I had to watch them praise her even after all the trouble she caused after her separation from Natasha.” You listened as intently as you could despite the occasional blaze of pain, trying desperately to put the pieces together but unable to catch on as fast as you would under any normal circumstance.

“No one ever seems to be punished for their actions anymore,” Rae told you as her fingers probed harder into your tender flesh. “Yelena and Natasha run away and are welcomed into the world. You go behind my back and get rewarded for it. And yet I stay loyal and get nothing,” she explained with clear agitation.

“Loyal… to who?” You forced the words out and felt like you were pushing them through a grinder. Rae looked down at you with a fond smile that made you sweat.

“The red room, malysh.” You stared at the woman above you as the temperature around you seemed to plummet.

“You’re a widow,” you whispered. Rae hummed, collecting some of your blood on her thumb and smearing it across your neck.

“There aren’t many of us left after what they did,” Rae recalled. “But we’re rebuilding. We’re replicating the serum Melina perfected when she was using her talents to their full potential and gathering the right people. And you, dorogoy, are one of them. You helped us years ago and you’ll do it again once the serums are ready,” she explained.

“I never helped you and I never will,” you protested weakly, trying to move your abused limbs to get as far away from Rae as you could but failed to her amusement.

“Yes, you did,” she corrected, producing a knife from the table next to her. “You were helping the moment I was sent to you and asked you out on that first date. That was always how it was meant to go,” she explained, picking something else up as you struggled, your mind racing as you realised how much worse the situation was than you had thought. Not only that, but hearing that even your best times with Rae were an act certainly pained you more than you would ever care to admit. You had once loved Rae, caught up in a relationship that had never been real.

In your panicked haze, you didn’t register the click or the dancing orange flame Rae placed under the flat side of her knife. “Though of course I’m not expecting you to do any work in your condition, so we’re just going to close up those nasty wounds first,” Rae explained matter-of-factly as she lifted up your shirt and placed the glowing blade on the deepest slash.

Your apartment didn’t provide the same comfort to Yelena as it usually did. Your absence seemed to have stripped it of its refuge entirely and it instead felt like being in an empty shell that she had no right to stand in. Yelena always loved your apartment, even from the first time she broke in and hadn’t yet met you. She liked the slightly mismatched furniture that always seemed to have at least one blanket each and the clean smell they always seemed to carry despite you insisting on using unscented fabric wash. She liked the display of random artwork you had placed around the space, most of which being slightly scratched from you walking into them so many times. She liked the soft lighting from various lamps placed in specific areas to create the right brightness level that was never too harsh or dim. She liked that the apartment always smelt of you, even in that moment when she wandered through it alone. That would fade, she realised, unless you were back there soon.

Yelena walked into the kitchen and spotted a neglected mug left on the side next to the kitchen. You would never have done that purposefully, always insistent on having everything washed up and put away before you left the apartment so that you wouldn’t have to deal with it when you got back. Yelena had sometimes done it for you if you had fallen asleep before you were due to go out.

The blonde picked the mug up, recognising it to be your favourite one, and began to wash it with a small amount of soap, rinsed it, and put it to the side to drain as her eyes scanned your home for anything else out of place. That was when she noticed a piece of paper folded up on your coffee table.

Yelena picked up the discarded paper as she sat down and opened it up, seeing her name on the top line and realising it was a letter to her. She paused and considered putting the letter back, feeling intrusive to be looking through your belongings without you there to nag her to stop being so nosey. You never did truly care though. You always just threw a pillow at her and continued whatever you were doing to let Yelena carry on with her overt snooping. So she opened the paper back up and began to read.

Yelena,

So I guess first and foremost, I’m sorry. I realised I’ve said that a lot by now, but I haven’t said what for. I’m sorry for being a complete moron for starters. It somehow never dawned on me that this was new territory for you so it was inevitable that there was going to be some confusion about what we actually were. Though I can tell you one thing, if we were dating I would have never wanted to keep that a secret, not that I enjoyed keeping the secret we had, but that would have been something I would want to announce to the whole world because you’re everything, Lena. You really are and you never deserved to be hidden.

I’m sorry I kept what we had a secret without giving it much thought about how you felt about that. You never said it bothered you, but I could tell in the last couple weeks that it did. I should have been able to tell sooner and I should have done something about it sooner, maybe even just addressed it better, but I was afraid of upsetting Nat. I know it's ironic and I definitely wasn’t trying to put my friendship with Nat above yours, but it terrified me to think I could lose her and I never once thought I would lose you.

I’m sorry for never telling you how I felt, that I was scared of us becoming something serious because last time that happened things didn’t end so well. That was something I never wanted to talk about, but that’s not just with you. I don’t want to think about the past, even though that’s what’s been holding me back this entire time, from not being able to give you all of me, from not being able to ask you out and from not being able to tell you that I love you.

A droplet fell onto the second paragraph and Yelena swiftly wiped her cheeks of the tears that continued to fall. She let the letter drop to the floor as she leant back against the sofa, staring up at the ceiling as she fought to control her breathing. It was all too much. She had thought she lost you days ago, and then to discover that you actually loved her. Now you weren’t there for her to go to? It hurt almost too much to bear. She needed you but knew you needed her more in that moment. Things could have been different if she just stayed to hear you out. If she stayed that night, you wouldn’t have been on your own in the days that followed. If she had stayed that night, she wouldn’t have left your side until you were begging for space. Because she loved you too.

Yelena sprang up for her place on the sofa when she heard the lock on the other side of your apartment door being adjusted. The blonde raised her wrist with her widow bites wrapped around and narrowed her eyes at the door, ready to shoot whoever was about to invade your space. Yelena lowered her arm with a shaky exhale when Kate opened the door, stumbling slightly when she saw the Russian already there.

“Hi,” Kate muttered, taking in Yelena’s state. The blonde nodded, her eyes falling to the two dogs at her side and felt her heart squeeze when she saw Marty trot towards her. She knelt down on the floor within a second and pulled the dog close to her chest, feeling him nuzzle into her and taking little notice of Kate who awkwardly shifted in the doorway.

“Marty’s a fussy eater when y/n’s not around,” Kate explained as she trudged over to the kitchen where you kept the dog food.

“Marty,” Yelena scolded softly as she scratched under his ears.

“Any news?” Kate asked when a silence settled over the apartment. Yelena stiffened slightly and stood up, trying to recollect her composure in front of the young archer. It wasn’t that she didn’t like Kate seeing her upset, it was just that she didn’t like anyone seeing her upset.

“We found her phone. Stark reckons it had been hacked,” Yelena informed. “But I think she would have noticed something like that,” she added, not believing that that was really what happened.

“She wasn’t thinking properly,” Kate pointed out, despite how uncomfortable it was to do so. “I’m sorry,” she said suddenly. It was only then that Yelena noted the redness and bags under Kate’s eyes. “I told her she should have stayed with me for a few days but she wanted to come back here. I should have insisted more. I was at home when it happened so I would have been able spot it or-”

“It is not your fault, Kate,” Yelena told her sternly, cutting off Kate’s rambles the moment she noticed the light shimmering off of her eyes. If Kate started crying, she probably would too. “She will be back soon,” Yelena assured as she picked up the letter and stuffed it in her coat pocket. Kate clocked it instantly and noticeably brightened at the sight of the paper.

“I hope she said everything she needed to,” the archer said.

“I will double check when I see her,” Yelena informed lightly, making Kate smile as her eyes still shimmered. She nodded, picking up the bag of food and called for Marty to follow her out.

“Call me if- when you hear something,” Kate requested.

“Okay,” Yelena said, unsure if she was going to actually do it. As far as she knew, Kate hadn’t seen the inside of that warehouse so she had no idea what she could be facing if she helped. For the time being, it was best if Kate stayed away. Besides, Yelena didn’t want the young archer to see what she would do when she got her hands on the people that took you from her.

Thankfully, you spent the majority of your time unconscious once Rae began to cauterise, your body able to spare you the sympathy of that alone. You spent most of your fleeting moments of consciousness alone and in incredible pain, but every so often there was someone in the room with you and it wasn’t always Rae. You didn’t recognise the others and they never acknowledged you. You didn’t try to talk to them, far too exhausted to even entertain the idea.

There was no possible way for you to know that several days passed with you laying in that bed. Every so often your condition would decline, then stabilise, sometimes improving. The widow’s resources weren’t as impressive as they were in the previous red room and at times they struggled to attain what you needed, having to cut corners that aided in your wavering recovery. You weren’t aware of any of that though, even when Rae told you.

She talked to you a lot. Rarely did anything she said actually process and perhaps that was why she did it, but her presence and voice agitated you at the times where you had the energy to care. She talked about Natasha and Yelena the most, telling you what they were like to grow up with. She hated them, that much was clear. And you hated her.

There was one thing you were aware of above all else and that was that you were beginning to lose feeling in your lower back down to your toes. It had just been numb at first, the pain still prominent in your lower half, but overtime you realised that you could feel the rough restraints against your arms and torso more than you could your legs. You tried not to focus too hard on it, knowing you were incapable of doing anything about it, but you couldn’t help but wonder what condition you would find yourself in in the month that followed, provided you made it that long.

“I’ve got something!” Tony called, taking Yelena and Natasha’s attention away from checking their phones for the umpteenth time to appear next to the American and stare at his screen. “I think I’ve managed to get through the fake traces and find the genuine one,” he explained, bringing up a satellite image. Several more pixelated images appeared alongside it to give the three a general idea of what the perimeter looked like.

“Are you sure?” Natasha confirmed as she examined the contents in front of her.

“Looking at the kind of defence they have on the perimeter of the sight and the kind of signals coming off of it, this is it,” Tony said. “Want me to call it in to the team?”

“No, just Wanda. We need to be subtle about this so that we don’t get noticed,” Natasha explained. “And make sure all the support vehicles stay clear until we give them the go ahead.”

“Got it,” Tony said as the sisters were already leaving to retrieve everything they needed. They didn’t have any time to waste, already made anxious by how long it had taken to get the location confirmed. You would have found it sooner.

“Yelena,” Natasha said as the pair slipped on their tactical suits and loaded them with the needed weapons. It didn’t go unnoticed to the older sister that Yelena was loading more than she needed. The blonde hummed in response. “Sestra.” Yelena looked up at that, noting Natasha’s concern. “You need a clear head for this, no one will think less of you if you want to stay behind,” she assured. Yelena scoffed and turned around as she finished securing her weapons.

“I’m coming,” she said, leaving no room for arguing.

“And I’m not going to stop you, I just need to know that you’re not going to be reckless,” Natasha insisted, concerned that there could be a red tint to her sister’s vision that could escalate the mission.

“Being reckless could cost y/n her life. I will not do that,” Yelena said, slamming a locker shut and marching out of the room.

Natasha wasn’t blind to Yelena’s cold shoulder since you had gone. She had been giving it to everyone, but the redhead knew that there could be several reasons why she was getting it. In Yelena’s eyes, Natasha’s disapproval of her involvement with you was what made you so scared to allow it to progress the way you both wanted. And she was right, but that was never the redhead’s intention and she was still trying to find the right moment to tell her that. For the time being, the best thing Natasha could do for her sister was stop her getting too hot headed.

Wanda was already waiting for them by the jet though one glance at Yelena told her that there wasn’t going to be much chat on the way there. She was concerned for your wellbeing too, but the Sokovian always needed an extra run through of the plan before a mission and Natasha didn’t hesitate to do so, their voices being the only ones to carry through the plane on the way.

They had to make the last stretch of their approach to the base on foot as despite the jet’s cloaking technology, they couldn’t risk being detected by whatever technology your captures possessed. The trio stopped short of the tree line along the edge of where the base was established in an abandoned prison in the 70s. There wasn’t a great deal of noticeable security, but the building's foundations played against the three heroes even with them knowing the rough floor plan.

Once they came across their first patrol, Wanda used her red mist to render the guard unconscious as the swiftest and most discreet way to do so, though a frown flickered across her features as red overtook the guard’s eyes and she slumped against the Sokovian. “What is it?” Natasha asked.

“Her mind,” Wanda began. “It’s… clouded,” her frown deepened and Yelena huffed.

“It doesn’t matter, let’s keep moving,” she insisted, already moving out from behind the corner and finding herself face to face with two more guards. They raised their guns with a shout but the blonde was quicker and stunned them both with her widow bites.

“Yelena,” Natasha warned. The plan had been for Wanda to deal with as many as the guards as possible. “They’re widows,” she announced when she spotted the identical weapons on the women’s wrists. Yelena paused, glancing back to where her teammates still lingered.

“I think they’re using the serum,” Wanda said. She of course had no experience with biotechnology, but from what she had been told about it and what she saw when she peered into just one mind, she was sure that was the cause.

“We’ll deal with it once y/n is safe,” Yelena hissed as she continued to stalk through the corridor. Wanda and Natasha exchanged a concerned glance and followed.

The new red room that the trio found themselves in was nothing like the original. It was clear that whoever was running it didn’t have the power, wealth or technology that Drekov did, but it was a running operation nonetheless. The control room that Natasha begrudgingly continued past had several screens set up with pinpoints coordinated though they seemed to only expand inside the US. There was a lab too, a simple one, that seemed to be producing the serum at a steady pace and those inside handling it appeared to do so with caution. Judged on these factors alone, Natasha got the feeling that no one in the base truly knew what they were doing. But the widows still knew how to fight.

As the three women continued to make their way through the building, Yelena showed no hesitance in handling the widows a little more aggressively than necessary. Wanda and Natasha reminded her numerous times that it would be more efficient for Wanda to handle the guards as Yelena’s advances were becoming gradually less quiet, but the blonde ignored them, set on getting to you. It took a while, but eventually Yelena opened the right door.

Peering around the compact room, all Yelena could see at first were the series of five strip curtains. The ones closest to the door were open, displaying an empty bed without any sheets or pillows with drawers overflowing with bandages and wraps next to it. It was some kind of medical ward, so Yelena crept in with Wanda behind her and Natasha watching the door.

The blonde pulled back each set of curtains to reveal more empty beds until she pulled back the last set and revealed your blood soaked one. Natasha swore internally when she saw Yelena take in your form, knowing that it was bad and that she should have prepared her sister for what she would find.

“Let me carry her,” Wanda said gently as she took the tubes out of your arms, watching the monitor next to you carefully as she did so. It was a gamble taking you away from the machines and medicine, but you couldn’t stay attached to them on the way out.

Yelena didn’t move. She stood in place and watched you sleep, noting how your chest wasn’t rising as much as it usually did and that you didn’t look peaceful like she always told you. She couldn’t help but stare at the deep wounds you wore across your body that looked as though they had been burned shut while others were wrapped. Even the bandages were stained red.

Once Wanda was done, she let her powers wrap securely around you, lifting you gradually into the air without you waking. “We need to go,” she said when Yelena didn’t move. Fortunately that was enough to break Yelena from her trance and she led the way out, avoiding Natasha's gaze.

The older sister let Yelena storm on ahead, knowing that she was in no mood to receive any comfort in that moment and that they probably didn’t have the time to give it. Given how many guards Yelena had left lying around, someone was bound to have noticed, and yet no alarms sounded.

“You guys are leaving already?” Rae asked, standing between the group and their exit. “And taking my stuff with you?” She frowned with faux hurt.

“She’s not yours, Rae,” Natasha declared as she stepped closer, immediately recognising the woman she had spent so long trying to track down. Natasha had never stopped, she promised you that, but Rae had been a ghost.

“But I thought we could talk before you go, it’s been twenty years,” she said as she stared at the widows with interest.

“Ruslana,” Yelena muttered as she registered that the woman in front of them wasn’t a stranger, but someone quite familiar. They had trained together, never with Natasha who she had only spent time with on that one mission, and the bitterness that had always been prominent in her performances was just as clear twenty years later.

“There you are,” Ruslana beamed. “Put y/n down and let me show you what I’m building,” she said, beckoning the widows that emerged from the surrounding corridors.

“Wanda,” Natasha warned.

“Going,” she agreed, having been in enough similar situations to know that a head start was always helpful. She started back the way she came with you close by her side.

“Tony, we need the widow’s antidote right now.” Natasha ordered into her coms. “Yelena, come on!” Natasha urged. As much as she wanted to stay to make sure Ruslana faced what she had assured you she would someday get, it wasn’t the time.

“Oh but Yelena, I was hoping we could exchange stories about our shared ex,” she pushed. Yelena’s gaze hardened. “Though I’m sure I'll win my y/n back once she’s got that serum in her,” Ruslana said, just as the widows around them bolted forwards as one.

“Yelena!” Natasha yelled, having no choice but to advance on the widows and give Wanda more time to get away with you. At that same moment, Yelena went straight for Ruslana who welcomed her advance with a grin.

The blonde struck at Ruslana just as she produced a concealed knife from her waistband and slashed it across Yelena’s forearm with precision. Yelena hissed at the burn but managed to land several punches with her anger driving her.

“I was so sorry to hear that things didn’t work out between you and y/n,” Ruslana continued to taunt as she outmanoeuvred the attacks she had been trained in. “You guys seemed cute together.”

“Fuck you,” Yelena spat. Her red vision was beginning to be a problem and stopped her noticing Ruslana’s tricks that allowed her to get a couple more swipes from the knife in hand. She couldn’t understand how you had ever been with a widow, or how Natasha recognised her.

“I’m sure you got enough of that from y/n. I taught her what she knows so you’re welcome for that,” she snipped.

“Yelena, we need to go now!” Natasha bellowed as the distance between her and Yelena gradually increased. She couldn’t keep the widows back for much longer and she couldn’t leave without her sister who wasn’t listening to a word she said.

One wrong move from Yelena and her legs were brought out from under her as Ruslana forced her to the ground with her knee in the blonde’s ribcage and her knife against her neck. Ruslana gazed down at Yelena with wild eyes, having anticipated that triumph ever since she was training in the red room. Yelena struggled, but the knee on her chest was pressing dangerously against her lungs.

“Oh you two really were perfect for each other,” Ruslana cooed. “You both look so good when you’re fighting for your lives,” she hissed with a manic grin. “And you both had it coming. I just wish I had hit her a couple more times with that axe,” she mused. At the confirmation that Ruslana was responsible for your injuries, something in Yelena snapped.

She hauled Ruslana’s head back by her hair and snatched the knife swiftly enough that Ruslana couldn’t stop her. She flipped their bodies over with enough force that the older Russian’s head hit the concrete with a sickening thud that Ruslana barely had the time to process because Yelena was bringing her knife down on her throat, digging it into the bone. Ruslana’s eyes widened as her lungs filled with blood and she gazed up at Yelena, gargling on the blood that had managed to pool in her mouth. Yelena lifted the blade out and brought it back down on her chest, directly into your attacker’s heart. The puncture was a deep one but drawn out enough that Yelena got to witness the moment it all registered for Ruslana.

“Suka,” Yelena muttered, keeping the knife lodged in Ruslana’s body and turning back to Natasha who had watched what she had done.

The pair didn’t waste another second in returning the way they had come with the widows hot on their trail. It would have been simpler just to take the exit in front of them, but they had to follow after Wanda to ensure she had made it out okay too. They had no reason to worry.

Just as the Russians made it out of the prison, they saw Wanda standing just several feet away with her arms raised and eyes set on the widows behind them. In an instant, a barrier was placed across the doorway much to the widows displeasure. They protested and fought against Wanda’s magic but it remained strong.

“Take her to the jet,” Natasha ordered to Yelena. “Me and Wanda need to keep the widows here until the antidote arrives,” she said with a finality Yelena didn’t question. She looked down at your still sleeping form and picked you up in the most comfortable position for your wounds, not wanting to cause more damage.

Yelena carried you for half a mile at the fastest jog she could physically handle. Though you didn’t wake for the entire journey, your rattly breathing echoed through Yelena’s consciousness and gave her the drive to continue to the awaiting jet. She couldn’t wipe away the sweat on her forehead or the tears falling down her cheeks because she mostly focused on the dampness that was spreading across her suit from you. Her own injuries were minor and foolish in comparison.

The medical team took over as soon as you and Yelena were in sight of the jet but Yelena was adamant on carrying you all the way, not trusting anyone to be as quick or careful as she was. When she finally laid you down on the awaiting stretcher, she took several stumbling steps back and watched on as the medics went to work, suddenly feeling useless as all she could do was observe the strangers save your life.

#marvel #yelena belova imagine #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova #natasha romanoff #kate bishop #wanda maximoff

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 11 months

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ooh how about a lil thing based on the dream i just told you about? reader fixes up glamrock bonnie and surprises freddy! (not in ruin timeline btw) idk man i think it’s such a cute idea and i even saw it firsthand! -galaxy

"Are you sure you don't remember...anything after you walked into Monty Golf?"

"Nope. I wish I knew, though..I would've loved to remember what exactly went down.." Glamrock Bonnie regrettably shook his head as he laid back in the chair within the Parts & Services' cylinder enclosure.

He then stared down at chestplate you had discarded, frowning at the gashes that were slashed across it. Even though he had a brand new one on (that you were currently shining with a rag), he would always remember having those nasty marks...despite not knowing where they came from.

In fact, neither of you knew who could have left them.

Your immediate assumption was Monty, but then again...everybody and their mother who regularly visited the Pizzaplex suspected him, too.

The running theory was that he got jealous of Bonnie's role in the band and wanted to get rid of him--or at least break him down enough to no longer be functional enough to play his bass guitar.

Of course, the gator had his temper tantrums from time to time and always admired Freddy's role as the leader and the praise he's given Bonnie, but you couldn't fathom him being capable of something like this.

Not to mention how it didn't make sense for him to destroy the rabbit in the golf course...and then drag him all the way to the bowling alley, only to dump him inside a hidden room that none of them could have possibly known about.

Even you weren't aware that room existed.

Or at least..not until you went around the Pizzaplex to do maintenance on each and every Wet Floor Bot, as your manager complained about them experiencing simultaneous malfunctions. He just told you to shut them down so they could be collected later.

Somehow, they were the key to you finding Bonnie in that area, and there were still several active bots surrounding his damaged body.

It was strange, as though his software was tethered to theirs.

You weren't sure if this was some kind of "backup" plan or what, but you were relieved to find him alive--just barely hanging onto whatever percentage he had left on his battery, but still alive.

All the questions you had would have to wait.

What mattered most was getting approval to repair him, and to your surprise..management allowed it so long as you fixed him overnight and didn't talk about him too much with your coworkers.

Especially not in front of the guests.

The only other person on duty tonight was Vanessa, but she was usually doing her own stuff. She never talked to you much (aside from making a offhanded comment about how management was gonna explain his "disappearance"), so you weren't worried about her storming in and disrupting your work.

It took several nights' worth of blood, sweat, oil, and tears...but you finally completed all the necessary steps in repairing Bonnie.

Now he was ready to exit the cylinder.

You beamed with pride as you watched him step out and walk around for a bit, his ears flopping. "So...how do you feel, big guy?"

"Like a brand new bunny! Thank you, [y/n]." He turned to face you, although his smile faltered a bit. "But I've been wonderin'...how's Freddy doing? Does he still...?"

"He still talks about you a lot..every time he passes by the bowling alley or ice cream parlor, in fact."

"...awh..do ya think I'll be able to see him anytime soon? I know nobody's supposed to know I'm still here, but-"

"They only said guests, they never said anything about your bandmates." Your smile grew tenfold as you watched his ears perk up. "I already called him. He should be here right about-"

*SLAM*

"Now."

"I'm here, [y/n]. What....."

After walking through the double doors, Freddy suddenly stopped in his tracks, taking in the sight of a certain blue bunny who stared right back at him with the widest red eyes. Both of their mouths were agape in shock.

For a few long moments, there was total silence in the room--aside from the overhead lights and machines electronically buzzing in the background.

You stood by the computer terminal, starting to grow a little worried that this might be too overwhelming for either of them to handle.

Maybe you should have waited.

Or-

"B...Bonnie?"

"Yup. It's me, Freddy. I'm back."

"Bonnie!!"

And just like that...all of your initial fears quickly dispersed as the two embraced each other, teary-eyed with the biggest smiles on their faces.

"Y-You're back...you're really here.." Freddy whispered in both disbelief and relief, putting his hands on the bunny's shoulders. "What happened to you? I thought...y-you were dismantled and-"

"I'm afraid I don't have any answers, buddy." With a slight pout, he shook his head, desperately wishing he had more to tell him. "My memory's all scrambled from the time I went to Monty Golf to right now.....I'd call whatever happened to me was just..one big accident. But I'm here now."

"....yes..that's what matters right now. Nothing else. Nobody here has forgotten you, my friend. The children, Chica...oh, Bonnie-" Freddy choked out, eyebrows furrowed as he pulled him into another embrace. "They...we all missed you so much. I missed you."

"Awh, shucks..don't start cryin' again, pal. Cause that'll make me cry, too." Bonnie smiled sweetly.

After they both let go, he turned back to you. "[Y/n] just got through repairin' me. I owe 'em for finding me in some room that was off-limits to us..I'd probably still be there if it weren't for their little detective work."

"Of course, thank you so much, [y/n]." Freddy looked to you, grinning from ear-to-ear.

You just smiled and waved politely from your spot beside the terminal, happy that their reunion went better than expected.

There were times during Bonnie's repair process where you felt like throwing in the towel or pawning off the job to someone else. It was frustrating as hell, especially when you had to turn off his safety protocols and nearly got killed several times.

But seeing Freddy's reaction made all those painstaking hours worthwhile.

#clanask #galaxy anon #fnaf x reader #five nights at freddy's x reader #fnaf sb x reader #fnaf security breach x reader #glamrock freddy #glamrock bonnie #glamrock fronnie #fluff

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oncewhenalongtimeago · 1 year

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Always an Angel, Never the God Pt 5

Pairing: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Runaway!Reader

Words: 4637

In the real world, you get one chance and that’s it. Maybe, the real world is wrong. Or maybe Hiccup should stop being so annoying.

Tags: Runaway Reader, Angst, bitter reader, suggestive, requited love, healing, conflicting emotions, httyd3

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It was over.

As he flew away on Toothless, becoming nothing but a pinprick in your periphery before finally disappearing up the cavern entrance, you fell back down onto your knees.

You weren’t sure what to do anymore. The most important decision of your life was made with his ghost nipping at your heels. Truly, he haunted you. Whether he was with you or not, he always haunted you.

But the dragons here, untouched by the outside world, were kind. And curious. Once the threat was gone and the commotion was over, many came over to examine the newcomers, sniffing and prodding at you and your things.

They were welcoming enough. So you set up shop.

Hiccup laid flat against his bed, staring at the ceiling of his childhood home. He felt torn in every single direction all at once.

He’d left when his people needed him. When his father had needed him. Drago had attacked while he’d been gone, and all that was left of the sanctuary now was rubble. Then he’d gone after Berk. Hiccup had only just gotten there in time.

His father was fine, his mother… alive. After twenty years. Everyone was accounted for, but what if they hadn’t been? If he’d been there, maybe there would have been less damage, less people hurt.

But he wouldn’t have found you if he’d stayed. Finally, after all this time. He'd realized how long it truly had been since you left, lost to him even before you’d actually run off on your… the, nadder.

The floorboards creaked as someone made their way up the stairs to the loft, the front door swinging shut behind him. Hiccup didn’t move, just glancing to the side to see who it was that came to get him this time.

“Astrid,” He sighed. The two of them were distant and had been for a long while, despite the fact that they were supposed to be in a relationship. He’d been off a lot for that whole long while, which she hadn’t much minded as she’d found herself more interested in other things. And… he’d found his heart had a new owner.

“It’s been a month, Hiccup,” She rolled her head back, exhausted, as if reciting a tired script that she’d been reading off for ages, one that no one wanted to listen to anymore, “Everyone is fine. You don’t have to hole up so often. I don’t know why you did it, but no one is mad you left, you know. You couldn’t have known.”

“Yeah…” Hiccup sighed, “Yeah, I know.”

“You need to get out,” She looked around his room, which was very much a mess of parts and papers, and ran her hand down a large map, laid flat over the only remotely clear space he had, his desk, “if you don’t next thing you know, a month’ll be four.”

“Why are you so obsessed with this place? … Does it have anything to do with the time you spent missing?” Astrid questioned. Hiccup propped himself up, turning over alarmed as he heard the sound of skin on paper. It had been freshly inked.

“No,” He’d guessed at where the two of you had ended up. He was sure that he’d be able to find it again, given the chance. He would. After he worked up the courage.

After all, you’d… You didn’t want to be found.

“Hey, wait, that’s-” He scrambled onto his one leg, kicking aside his prosthetic and jamming his toe in the process.

“Ah, ow, ow, don’t touch that, please,” Astrid rolled her eyes and tossed the cylinder to his bed and he picked it up, examining it thoroughly as she sauntered off.

You weren’t sure why, but he kept coming back

“Hi,” He said awkwardly, shifting from foot to peg nervously. This was the first time he’d caught you. The first time he’d spotted you was the last but you’d made off that time before he could see you.

“Why are you here?” You stared at him, blank faced. Why didn’t you leave, curse it.

Your dragon waved its tail playful from the side, waiting for Hiccup to go. The other ones wouldn’t come out while he was here. It felt good in a vindictive sort of way, because dragons had always been this thing, except this time you were the one with the secret dragon knowledge. And the upper hand. Sort of. They didn’t hide from you.

“I like… “ He flushed, “I like hearing you talk?”

“Sure,” You suggested, turning and starting off again, basket under arm and over rock as you began unsteadily making your way back up to home cave. You liked it there because you didn’t have to leave much for anything.

“Wait, wait, wait wait,” Hiccup stuttered. As you had your arms over a particularly steep ledge, your legs waved nonsensically and scrambled against the side as you searched for a foot grip, “Just, uh, let me-”

“Come back tomorrow,” You grunted after you managed to finally get one leg up the side. You’d probably figure out what to say by then.

You felt better here, like maybe you weren’t meant for people. Not for dragons either, not really. The dragons here didn’t need defending or anything, it’s not like there was anyone down here to defend against besides other dragons. The most you’d had to go out for was food, and even that was made or stolen easily enough.

Being here gave you enough time to make you think that maybe you were meant just for yourself.

You sat by the spray by the falls, enjoying the mist as it sprayed onto your face and the echoing sounds of the water hitting gray stone.

“Toothless, come on- Just please, I know you don’t want- but-” Your eyes shot open, the distant voice of Hiccup bounced around the empty cavern, your moment ruined.

You looked around for the pair, trying to figure out which direction you should be running before. Suddenly, it felt like you’d been drenched by a whole lot more than a mist as Toothless landed messily behind you.

“What are you doing here?” You were careful to keep your balance as you shuffled further inland, looking a lot like a drenched cat as you came face-to-face with an also sopping wet Hiccup

You would never be rid of him.

“You said to come back tomorrow?” He asked, twisting his fingers and very purposefully refusing to look you in the eye.

Of course, you hadn’t figured out what to say.

You blew a raspberry as you adjusted the stolen, waterlogged basket which you had, again, under your arm. You needed more than two pairs of clothes.

“...Come back later,” You grumbled, “Later than tomorrow.”

You’d been free for a week. You’d been hoping for maybe two, to be frank.

“Please, I just-” Hiccup huffed, traveling by foot while you rode your dragon. Toothless followed behind, grumbling and gurgling at Hiccup judgmentally. Clearly whatever good will you’d built up with him before you ran left had been more than lost.

“I’m not interested in whatever you’re selling,” You stare straight ahead, over the encroaching cliff, ducking round and under ledges as your dragon trotted onwards.

“I want to get to know you, again.”

Eventually, the cave dragons had warmed up to Hiccup and he was able to work his magic on them. Now they watched through stalagmites and stalactites with impassive eyes as he made chase.

“Uh huh,” You scoffed as you reached the edge of the ledge. You turned around and stuck out your tongue as your dragon took a violent leap into the open air. As the wind whistled around you, you pinwheeled your arms in an effort to try and keep balance.

“Come on, Toothless, bud,” Hiccup complained from way behind. You saw Toothless very decidedly sit down, refusing to move even as Hiccup tried to push him towards the cliff with his whole upper body, “Let’s go.”

“So,” Hiccup started, “You haven’t gone any deeper.”

The both of you stared out into the vast, glowing sea of towers and gigantic glowing mushrooms extending out of their jagged rock faces. In the distance you could spot gigantic crystals, protruding from the ground the same way the sanctuary did.

Seas of dragons crowed and chirped, bright patterns shifting and growing under hard muscle. It was very dizzying, if you were going to be honest.

“No,” You replied, “No, I haven’t. Not this far, but now I… I might.”

You hadn’t traveled too far into the cavern, deciding not to push your luck with the locals. You always figured there was some sort of nest farther in. Turns out there was, and a whole lot more locals than you expected, and a lot more to this small world besides the cold, empty cavern. At least you didn’t have to worry about flooding anymore. Or sea salt in your hair.

You swore to yourself that you were going to move further in, caught off guard and most definitely embarrassed at the fact that so much open space had been hiding right under your nose.

Free for three days.

“There has to be more. There’s no way- It doesn’t make sense how all these different kinds of dragons can live in the same environment. There’s- there’s so much here that-Gods, I have to map it,” Hiccup rambled, smiling gawkily.

He’d been here for a week.

You felt a pressure to supervise him as he ran rampant in your new home, unsure of when he’d become such a cartographer. Your dragons had gone missing a while ago, leaving you two to be babysat by the hands of the general public.

You watched as he painstakingly mapped each pillar, occasionally chiming in with your own advice, looking the same way he did the day he discovered honey when you were kids. It was almost pleasant.

The two of you had fallen off the edge of a pillar after being knocked down during a spat between two touchy Crimson Goregutters, which no Hiccup magic or dragon secret could stop. After an event with a vine, dangling over certain death and panic, you two had managed to swing your way onto a large glowing mushroom.

The downside to that was that now, you were stuck, owed to the fact that apparently, what made some of these mushrooms glow was very viscous and… sticky.

Hiccup’s arms were glued to the space on both sides of your head, and your hands were gripping his arms which were visibly shivering, because you two had been stuck like this for a while. You’d been tugged, prodded at and licked by various different dragons. Nothing helped and you were starting to think that maybe this was how you were going to die.

Well, you knew you weren't going to go to Valhalla. It was kind of really hard to die in battle if you spent most of your time avoiding people. But this just sucked.

“What's up with your pathological need to map everything?” You asked belligerently. To be honest, it didn’t really bother you. Hiccup��s rambling had never bothered you, because you were prone to rambling in the same exact way. Currently though you were hard pressed to find anyone else to hear it.

“I thought your thing was the forge? You spent half of my childhood there.”

“Well, yeah, I…” He rested his forehead against yours, eyes shut as his neck finally gave out, you weren’t too pleased as you felt his sweat drip onto your face, squirming rebelliously.

“Wasn’t sure if you’d want to hear it. I-I could talk about that instead?” No talking at all would be great.

“Yeah,” You gave in, closing your eyes and going limp against the slimy fungi, “That would be better.”

Lips pursed, then grimaced as he’d opened his mouth to speak. Nothing came out, though. He just stared above your head, unmoving. You tried to see what he was looking at, but only got an eyeful of his scruff.

Next thing you know, you’re being smothered by a plushy pink tongue, then just licked and nosed a little bit. The spit of this dragon doing something odd to dissolve the slime trapping the two of you, fizzing as it touched shiny goo. When you finally had the facilities to move, you flipped your head back and your eyes widened slightly.

It looked like the two of you had just found Toothless a girlfriend.

Three months, two days and five visits- no, seven. Nine? Eleven? Seventeen?

“I don’t actually have a problem… with the mapping. Talking about it.”

You two were nestled between a rock and another rock, though this time whether it was a result of purpose or chance remained uncertain. You couldn’t remember. You were after something… There was barely any space between the two of you. You had been talking.

There was barely any green to Hiccup’s eyes, most of his iris consumed by large pupils as he mouthed around works that looked suspiciously like, “Can I…?”

Instead, he leaned forwards and your foreheads touched, the same way they did when you were trapped before. His eyes were clenched shut as he uttered, “I love you.”

You had a hard time believing that.

You turned your head to the side.

“I wonder how Astrid feels about her boyfriend flying off and doing who knows what.”

Some of the wild dragons lay in front of you, licking at the dying fire by your feet. A terror lay in the middle of it. You’d lined it with stones which were now giving off a pleasant warmth.

“I doubt she’d mind. We’re not really… together anymore. I don’t think so. I wouldn’t… I wouldn’t want to be.”

“Right,” You raised an eyebrow at him skeptically.

“Not since a little while after you left, actually.”

You found that hard to believe too, as you shook the burnt slice of fish off your knife onto your burnt slice of bread. You weren’t much better than Valka at cooking, but you were getting better. It was something about that sanctuary, or maybe something about that woman that just made you worse at cooking.

Hiccup wrinkled his nose over on the other side of your log as he shook his head at you.

It was a petty, but bitter sort of revenge.

Your first kiss had been lost to a fair bloke- his words, not yours- in the middle-of-nowhere inn. It had been a long time since you’d been out, but you were sure you’d easily be able to find somewhere similar to lose some other things. Hiccup had your heart but you’d never give him the opportunity to take any of your firsts.

Two months.

You were angry at him for playing with your heart again.

“There was a crisis-Berk…” His voice cracked.

You looked disinterestedly out over uncanny black waters. “Yeah, It’s fine.”

Seven days, seven visits. He might have been camping aboveground.

The two of you were between two large red fungi, settled on a mossy rock overlooking a new, larger, unmapped maze of rock pillars and black water rushing below. Dragons, glowing and colorful, mingled together off in the distance. Toothless was probably one, gone off to frolic with his new lady love.

“You never wanted me. As a friend, as a- …battle buddy, or as anything else. You would never have chosen me for anything. And I just… I didn’t want to be just what you settled for,” You mumbled into your knees, “You spent so long searching for better, and then you found it, and it just really hurt to realize that I wasn’t a part of that.”

You spilt your heart out as you faced the cliffside. Hiccup was facing you. You didn’t care what he heard. None of this was real anyways.

“I’m sorry,” Hiccup repeated, clenching his eyes shut as he buried his nose into your shoulder, barely there though he had to crane his head forwards, due to the uncomfortable angle.

What he had with Astrid these past few years, that was real. That was history. This thing between the two of you was just a mess of pain and turmoil and a little bit of childhood fantasy. An old infatuation rearing its head as you got everything nasty out of your system.

“It hurt to think that-That… the one person- Like everyone else did, you didn’t think I was good enough either.”

“I’m sorry.” You felt his arms come around your sides awkwardly before he squeezed.

“Me too. I…”

He’d remember that he didn’t want-need- you again soon enough.

“I haven’t told anyone. About you, or this place.”

“You haven’t?” You’d actually expected otherwise. It was nice to know you weren’t at risk of getting dropped in on.

Two months, thirty two visits.

You might be coming around to him.

“You’ve already-?” He asked, a little startled. You still felt a little silly about it but after you’d done it, you figured it wasn’t that big of a deal. It wasn’t like you’d planned to marry or anything anyways, so his reaction was kind of funny.

“Yeah, I was pretty mad. So I went out, and… you know. It was a while ago, though.”

He looked a little disheartened at the idea, but he just scoffed, waving his hand off in your direction.

“What? You and Astrid kissed, yeah, but you haven’t done- anything? Not even before you ‘totally broke up,’” You didn’t have to specify what they hadn’t done, the innuendo was already pretty obvious.

“Nah.” Hiccup said, hair wiped out of his face, matched squares of parchment. Map pieces were strewn out in front of him as he made himself busy trying to create a complete chart of the underground, matching up the landscape he saw with the islands above it.

Unfortunately, the caverns seemed to stretch on forever and the islands only covered so much.

Three months, one day, thirty two hours.

You straddled him, crinkling some of the many, many blueprints scattered across the moss surface. You wiggled one out from under him, looking down as he looked up. It felt good, being the one in charge for once.

You leaned down, pressing your noses together. Just before, you’d been going over his things. His blueprints. Swapping ideas. Sharing minds. Like you used to, every single day. Like you’d been doing, almost every single day.

“Do you love me?” You asked.

Every day you’d been together. Your knees touched, shoulders pressed close together.

You had to know. And if he did… He had to mean it.

You played games, shared stories. You’d grappled and curled, not the way vikings could, but the way two hiccups did, a long, long time ago.

If he didn’t, well… You had all the time in the world to leave, to start again. But you didn’t think you could. You could go weeks without seeing him, and then sometimes it would be every other day.

This was it.

“I do love you,” He choked out, wheezing as you adjusted, your weight pressing against his chest. He glanced back at you, crumbling a little bit.

He spent a lot of time here, now. A lot more than before. With the time spent traveling in between, as he said it, it was a wonder he got anything done there at all. Most of his time was spent above mapping the islands or down here with you.

You read what his body language told you; he was insecure.

“... Do you love me?”

“I do.” Hesitantly, you nodded, “I do.” Was that even a question?

You trusted him. You didn’t trust him. You had no way to know if he stabbed you in the back again. Went back to Astrid. You didn’t really have a way to know if that’s what he did, every time he left.

You loved him, didn’t you?

He didn’t know that? Maybe not always and not all at once, since you left. You hadn’t done a very good job of making him know it. You hadn’t a lot of reason to.

Did you love him now?

You marveled at how easy it was to be around him, with him. It wasn’t the same as it was before, but it was still good. It could almost be better. You, against everything, wanted it. You wanted it so bad.

“I’d leave it all behind, for you,” Hiccup said.

You would make him know it.

“You would?” You asked, “Would you?”

You laid your heart bare to him, stitched and spiked. And you, as he said it, implied it, maybe you held his.

“Do you want me to?” He asked. He tugged lightly on one of the draws to your tunic, faking interest in it as he worried the inside of his cheek. You didn’t want his home, or his family.

“I don’t want anything,” You scoffed dismissively. You wanted his honesty. You wanted to know that he was yours. Yours truly. That was it.

Prove it. You urged him on, Prove it to me.

He smiled that goofy, awkward smile, half teeth and all closed at the edges. You could tell he was trying hard not to falter. You hadn’t seen that smile in such a long time.

Know me, You asked.

“So… Do you? Do you love me?” He asked again, offering his hand up to your face. His fingers were scabbed, and dirty and you leaned into his palm, pushing it down as he tangled his fingers clumsily into the roots of your hair. You pressed your lips together, again, again and over again until neither of you could breathe.

Have me, You pleaded.

“I do,” You gasped into his mouth, “I really, really do.” You offered no resistance. Not this time.

Love me.

There was no coming back.

(Deep in your mind, you wondered if maybe, possibly, he already did.)

Twelve months. Twelve months since he’d found you.

Hiccup stood at the edge of Berk, armor packed away in favor of a lighter tunic. He often wondered what it would have been like, if he’d really run away with you like he’d intended.

If things would have ended up the same.

Would he have seen you in time? In time for what he had now? For this?

No. no, probably not.

…

His father would notice. His mother might.

His father was fine. And now he had his mother. They were old, but they were tough. They could have a new kid. Or maybe they’d convince Snotlout or Astrid to take the mantle.

They’d-everyone-would be fine without him.Who was he kidding? He’d spent so long working so hard and they didn’t need him at all. And if he was honest, He didn’t need them.

He didn’t really care. Not anymore. He let go.

Life would go on just fine without him, just as it did before him and just as it would long after his name was lost to time. His distance only proved it. He spent so long away he’d been practically excommunicated again.

After a little bit of irritation, his travels became just another one of his quirks.

‘Oh, look, there’s Hiccup. Oh, well, he’s off again.’ He was barely missed. And rightly so. It was by his own doing, really. That was fine by him. In fact, It worked in his favor.

It was borderline hysterical how, the moment they found more furies, and his new paramour, Toothless went from devil’s advocate to his most eager accomplice.

The Sand Wraiths were especially cool… It cost him a lot less fish to get there now. To you.

Sometimes he had to wonder why he’d been so attached to Berk. Working for things that ultimately, he didn’t care about. Everything that kept him here, he also had with you. When he was here, all he wanted was to go back out.

A pebble-sized ball of guilt coil in his stomach. It used to be worse. But, he’d talked to you about it. The engagement.

The engagement with Astrid. The one that was basically moot at this point, anyways. She might even slap him if he brought it up, to expect anything after he’d left her for so long. Truly, officially. all he’d had to do was end it. He left a letter nearby her family home; they would find it if they bothered to search for him.

A scummy trick, yes. Was he a coward for doing it? Maybe. But he was a smart coward. He wasn’t lying when he’d told you that no one knew.

Hiccup exhaled, bouncing up and down on his heel and peg, as if to psych himself up. To dispel all of his nervous, excited energy.

It was a clear day, no risk of a storm. He strapped his saddle pack to Toothless. It was only slightly larger than usual, so as not to arouse suspicion, of course, but it held all of his essentials. Leatherworking tools, metalworking tools, more tools, his armor, spare armor, spare foot, spare charcoal. The small plush his mother had made for him as a child. His viking helmet, for memory’s sake.

Slung over his shoulder was a smaller pack with just his compass and his coin.

As the two of you grew closer and closer, it only made his decision more and more certain.

He wasn’t meant to be Chief. He wasn’t cut out for this life at all. He didn’t want this life. He wanted you.

As far as anyone else was concerned, you’d long since disappeared and now he had the feeling it was time for him to do the same.

He took a deep breath, one that pushed his lungs to his ribs. Then like his bag, he flung himself over Toothless’ saddle before he took off from Berk for the last time, closing his eyes. He’d left his helmet off this time so he felt the beating wind rip through his hair.

The two of you were there, half hidden from view under a large red plume. It was wasm, and your perspiring skin was trapped under hollow armor, same as his.

You gasped, hot air mingling every time his breath hit your face. The two of you huffed and panted as he pushed you unto the dirt and you pushed back, feeling the moss tickle your face and the backs of your hand.

Not your back, though. Just hands.

Gripped, interlaced fingers pressed firmly down by your head, sweaty palms melded to his. He’d been the one in charge, today.

He was hunched over you, his trousers unbuckled and unlaced as he pressed downwards, forwards, gently and not.

A line of sweat ran down your cheek. Your eyelids fluttered. His breath caught.

Men shouted their battle cries into the dark, never ending sky as Berk was set in flames. A skull, still fresh with blood and exposed brain, broke with a sickening, wet crunch as Stoick ground his head into it, bringing mercy to the poor, damaged creature.

“There is no fury here,” He bellowed as he towered menacingly against the hulking wall of flames by his door. Three Deathgrippers and their tails lay cut, prone and slain around him.

“We’ll see about that,” Grimmel crooned, standing tall with his hands linked behind his back, looking down on him with two more dragons hissing and spitting by his sides.

Sharp talons dug into the wood of the rafters, Cloudjumper’s head turning steering around as he hung by her feet. Valka, masked and fully covered, crouched down from where she was, nestled at the bend of his tail. She pulled her arms back, getting her hook, sharp and serrated, ready for a wicked swing.

Yes, he would see. She’d make sure of it.

#hiccup haddock #hiccup x reader #how to train your dragon #httyd #x reader #fanfiction #httyd imagine #toothless #httyd 3 #the hidden world

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List of Miraclass's Senti-monsters (Part 1)

As I've stated earlier, I STRONGLY feel as though the monster part of sentimonster has been underutilized in favor of exoloring sentihumans. So to rectify that, I've been thinking up some sentimonster designs in my head for the class to possibly use in my fanfic Replay.

Part 2

First up is Adrien with his senti-monster, Archie (art by @dokeless).

This sentimonster represents a duty and love for the city and the resulting hatred of akumas. It is styled after a black cat gone wrong. Bearing Adrien's signature logo, it's ownership is easily identifiable.

However, its most notable characteristic are its luminous, pupilless eyes. Its assets are it's prehensile tail, and it's hand shaped paws. It's small structure makes it light-weight and good for stealth, speed, and transport, but also drastically increases its knockback so it can be moved easily by opponents.

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Next is Juleka with her senti-monster Peek-a-Goo (art by @dokeless)

This monster represents Juleka’s deep hidden desire to be seen. It prefers dark spaces and its bioluminese in its pustules can be easy broken to provide light. It serves as an excellent guide, and it’s difficult to move or uproot, but its ability to move opponents (or even allies) without using the “mouth” located in its mouth makes it a poor offensive fighter against akumas or senti-monsters.

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Marinette’s sentimonster represents her frustration and rage towards her clumsiness and misfortune. It is a badly stitched up doll that seeks misfortune and damage so it can rip its seems and create new sentimonsters. It's small and lightweight so can be easily moved, but its swarming ability is no joke.

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Chloe's sentimonster is unnamed as of now and represents Chloe's insecurities about her lack of identity.

It looks like a 7 foot humanoid made of thin, gold tinsel. It moves by rolling up into a fist wide cylinder and stretching out until its nearly invisible. It's ideal for stealth due to its extreme flexibility and can fold itself as light armor in a pinch, but it's main ability in a straight fight is constricting its opponents, but much like Archie and Stitch Punk its lightweight makes knockback a major issue, especially since its very vulnerable to even strong wind gusts.

#image #sentimonster #My fic #my commissions #juleka couffaine #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #Replay #miraculous ladybug #miraculous lb #miraculous au #miraculous fanart #My sentimonsters #chloe bourgeois

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Mechanic VS Glamrocks

It's dark and damp where you are cornered, the only light you can actually see with coming from the bright overhead light in the protective cylinder. Your breathing is quick, and your pulse quickens. You thought that working with the Glamrocks would be fun. Cool, even. This is something from straight out of your nightmares.

Three of the main four have you surrounded in Parts and Service. Roxy and Chica are standing guard on either side of the door to the cylinder, but the angry green gator is the one that has you trapped here. Freddy is nowhere to be seen, but you know if the fatherly tempered bear was here, you wouldn't be subjected to this!

You wipe the sweat forming on your brow and squirm. You just wish for this, this torture to end!

"Monty, please!" Your plead and it falls on deaf ears… microphone? Whatever the animatronics use to hear with. You could almost cry. The unshed tears of strife were stinging, and threatening to fall, but you had just enough pride to keep them at bay…for now.

You couldn't keep doing this, you couldn't take it!

Monty looks at you cruelly and bellows a laugh that echoes within the metal of his casing and the cylinder itself, amused by your apparent discomfort. Chica and Roxanne are cackling at your expense, as if your pain were funny to them. It probably was, thinking about it. They wouldn't have been so amused otherwise, you think to yourself.

You're getting to a point where you are uncomfortable. You thought the Glamrocks were supposed to be nice. Kind. Cared about the feelings of others. The treatment you're getting now is nothing short of cruelty, of barbaric-ness, of insanity!

It was like they had all gone mad, and their only objective was to kill you.

Monty blasts Take Me On louder from his speaker. You bite your lip.

"This is so stupid! You always pick the songs I can't resist!" You whine, your arms elbow deep in robotic gator guts. He had fallen, again, into the marsh in Gator Golf and had filled up with dirty, disgusting water. Monty was now propped up on the huge chair in the protective cylinder and you were doing your damnedest to dry him out and save him from any lasting water damage.

"Go ahead, Mechanic, you're gonna lose anyway." Monty says cockily with a laugh.

You and the Glamrocks were playing the usual game of 'IF YOU SING OR DANCE ALONG TO THIS SONG, YOU LOSE A KIDNEY!'. Except no actual kidneys are in danger. Only your pride.

"You're getting a free show, stop complaining so much." Roxy quips after she rights herself. She begins primping, fluffing her fluffy white hair and using the glass of the cylinder like a mirror. She began effectively ignoring everyone in favor of admiring her reflection, losing her amusement in anything outside of herself.

Chica squawks loudly after a couple minutes, and flaps her arms like her real life counterpart, knocking over cans of oil, paint and air duster, startling everyone. "Ohh! Oh, Monty play this one, play this one!" She stills, sending him a link through the animatronic only network, you assume. It was the only time they go unnaturally still like that, unless they are charging or powered off. You just got done checking over Chica, so you know she had full battery and no cause to just randomly turn off at the drop of a hat.

Monty nods, wicked smile forming on his minimally moving maw. You don't think you're going to like what's to come.

Music and theatre have always been your thing. You were still a theatre kid at heart, dramatic and over the top, and you sung like a canary, especially when you were alone, down in Parts and Service by yourself, flittering around after closing. Trying not to disturb the public with your 'off tune screeching' as Moon liked to call it.

You would just belt out whatever song was wracking around in your brain. It was almost like you had a playlist in your head, cocked and loaded for you to pick and choose from. The Glamrocks, on stage and off, have only added to your growing list. You still love it though, and it's one of your favorite things about working with literal rockstars.

It's also you're least favorite.

Even if you don't really know a certain song, if it has a good enough beat, you kind of have to just vibe with it. It puts you in the mind of Freddy and his programming to jam out on DJ Music Man's dancefloor. You have joked that you have the same programming.

Did that mean you were any good at it? Absolutely not. You admit, you are mid at best. Try telling your heart that, though. You heart believed itself to be a rockstar of the same caliber you're working on.

So now, you were wiggling in place, trying to stay still and stay focused while getting the water out of Monty's deep chest, and dry out his wiring before he started short circuiting. That meant very delicate work, which meant that you had to take your time which meant that your head had to be next to his speaker, where he could blast every song you loved and you wouldn't be able to get away, lest leaving him to rust.

You flex and curl your toes and do controlled breathing to try and work through it.

You were a third of the way done by the time he finds the next song.

"Damned copyrights." Monty curses while the song loads. He, along with all the animatronics, are hooked up to the Plex's WIFI and can access any music streaming app there is. The only catch is that they may access any music but can't play any music. Labels being afraid of the Band stealing songs for their shows or something. So, Monty had to go and find some unofficial lyric video or fan-imation project so he could play the song.

You start to laugh, calming down enough to effectively work. "Yeah, you almost had me the-"

Careless Whisper plays. Loudly.

You scream. You cry. You gag. You beg.

You lose yourself to the tune of Careless Whisper. Twice.

You slam Monty's chest plate shut. It took you an hour and a half to finish a twenty minute job. You are still a little bit proud of yourself, given such harsh working conditions.

The Glamrocks go to leave, filing out one-by-one and you go about cleaning up your mess. Monty pops his head back into the cylinder. "Hey, Mechanic, you want some singin' lessons? You were a lil' flat back 'ere." You throw the shop towel in your hand at the gator. He catches it flawlessly.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever! Don't try to fall into the swamp water next time." You quip with a smile.

The towel hits you in the back of the head forcefully enough to knock you forward.

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𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐌𝐚𝐲: 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Forgot to announce a tag list, so I am announcing one here. If you are tagged into my WH40k and Sentence you will be tagged here because this is WH40k in a way. Unless I am given orders to not tag you, I will remove you from this Mermay list, not any others. If you like to be tagged on this MerMay list you can comment/reblog here on “𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬” or just do it under this post, I do not mind.

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TW // Biting, Injury, Blood.

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Perhaps going to abandon places filled with dark waters were not a good place to go exploring in. This one was cold and gave off eerie vibes that something might be lurking down in those flat, dark depths of those waters. Something that could possibly just launch out at me, grab me and pull me right in to be eaten alive.

I shiver at the thought and keep my eyes on the body of water while heading into the next room. Moving my flashlight away from the quiet body of water when I deemed it safe enough than what I needed to see what was in front of me. Little dust particles flowing through the battery powered rays of light.

Moving my flashlight around the next room. This room seemed to be the main room of this place, being big enough to possibly host a 100, maybe a little bit more people in it? Not to mention the many other hallways that branched off to the other joints of the building. Some being filled to the brim with water, others being a bit more free to wander into.

Walking forward more into the center of the room. I shined my flashlight over the big glass cylinder in front of me. The glint of the dusty sign scratching on the glass taking my attention for a second as I read the indented metal sign. Barely reading “Marine Sanctuary” a really old aquarium I remember reading about before exploring this building in the overgrown forest.

This… Sanctuary used to be so prospering. Filled with all sorts of aquatic creatures ranging from fresh and salt water. Tall and bushy deep green plants settling in selections where a tank couldn’t fit; like near a staircase, bathrooms and the gift shops. Making you feel like you didn’t leave from the jungle outside… or at least that’s what I imagined it to be like; seeing a small flier pinned on a gas station’s pinboard. I have never been in this Sanctuary before. I wasn’t even born when it was built and broken down for reasons I couldn’t find.

It’s what made me want to find this place and maybe share it with my family to explore. If, it was safe enough. I wasn’t going to lead my family into hazardous, abandoned buildings out of the blue, not without a safety check by me.

Turning my gaze to the glass tank behind the sign, I couldn’t see anything but murky water in there. It almost looked like a solid compound if it weren’t for the occasional speck of movement in there. Microscopic creatures and bacteria living inside of there.

I almost shiver again at the thought of just getting drowned in that. Swallowing all that unknown disease into my stomach. I would for sure think I should have to get my stomach sizzled then. I wound not be living after that. I didn’t think I could.

So much for hoping this place was safely intact.

Flashing the area around me again. I checked which hallway was the most safest to go down through without water blocking the way. Finding about 6 hallways with signs above the archway labeled with the classic “Sea Turtles” are over there or “Deep Depths” types of fish over here.

Though, only 2 hallways seemed safe enough to wander through without it looking it would collapse underneath the water damage this place held. One of the hallways being labeled as “The Twilight Zone” and the other being labeled as “The Abyss” and if schooling didn’t have these movie times I wouldn’t have known what The Abyss was the deep, dark of the ocean. I would have went through with that hallway because it sounded cool.

So, I clearly went with the more seeable and more survivable option. The Twilight Zone, just before the Sunlight Zone.

Making my way towards the decided hallway, I could have sworn I saw something in one of the other hallways filled with water. My light flashing over to the hallway for a double check. Seeing nothing but flat water inside of the hallway. Maybe… it was just a speck of dust fooling my jumpy nerves? Yeah, that was it, just a speck of dust.

Slowly turning back to my main goal of giving into a different room. I didn’t completely trust my own brain to let that body of water leave my peripheral vision until I was in the other selection of the aquarium.

This selection of the building showed signs everywhere of the Twilight Zone creatures they had to offer: Confetti Squid, Strawberry Squid, Bobtail Squid, Dreamer Angler, and Lantern Fish.

Of course, there is more to this selection to just those rarity’s, but the build was abandoned. There wasn’t much to see besides its ruins and damn! Do I forget how dark the Twilight Zone can really be for being 200-1,000 meters below the surface of the ocean. I don’t know if this was still better than The Abyss or not.

Taking a closer look to the tanks crafted into the wall. Somewhere broken and cracked over the floor while there were others that had that same murky water like the tank in the lobby with nothing really in them, just the same dangerous microscopic creatures and bacteria.

I sigh out in disappointment and move away from the tanks, looking for a place to sit in this let down of an aquarium. Finding a cement pillar on the ground next to a pool of water that was no doubt another safety hazard. Just what did this pillar support before? The caving in ceiling?

I shake my head at the obvious and take a seat on the pillar thinking of how this exploration was more of a let down than I thought it would be. There was no living fish to be seen. Which is expected from an abandoned aquarium, but one could hope there was still something left out of it. The aesthetic of it was cool, but there really wasn’t much to see and half the building was flooded with the flora outside coming in though the cracks of the cement walls.

…It would be a surprise if the electricity still worked here. Maybe I should try and find that box? Try and turn it on?

Plop, plop.

The hairs on my arms and neck stand. My heart jumpstarting in my chest as I look around me for the source. That sound definitely was not here when I first entered this room. I would have known that from the start.

Plop, plop.

My gut twists as I quickly stand back up from the pillar. Should I leave this place? Was it just a sudden failure in some water pipes? Oh, should definitely leave this place.

Plop, plop—

A sudden black and white creature launches out from the water pool next to the pillar. Its hands, claws extended out at me with its mouth wide open; filled with shark-like teeth. Its long dark gray tounge rolling inside of its mouth as it hisses at me. Glossy gray eyes looking straight at me.

I couldn’t move away from its hollow stare. This moment feeling so slow to me, but so fast when this creature latches onto my shoulder, piercing through my clothing and into my skin. A cry ripping from my throat as I fall onto my back at the force. Its teeth desperately trying to rip any shed of skin and muscle it could get.

Oh, this moment felt like it was going to be my last. The last time I would have seen my family, my friends with how my own red blood splattered into the bony, scaly skin of this horrid creature. Its eyes never blinking as its thrashes at my body. Ripping and tearing at my clothing as I try to protect myself against its much power build. My hands pushing and clawing up at the blood seeking creatures slimy and dark gray scales.

I whimper and achingly, painfully curl up on myself. Tears building up and down my cheeks when the creature seems satisfied with its work, pushing up and off of me. Wanting to see me bleed out beneath its soulless gaze like some sort of psychopath.

If only I wasn’t so out of my own lifeline and hope of returning back to my family. I would have noticed how this creature screeched and gurgled. Clutching at its chest as its bones snap in half, dark blue blood staining the ground. How the ground itself rumbled before this… purring reaches my ears. Weird silky warmth being repeatedly pressed into my torn shoulder, stinging at me as I whine uncomfortably at the sensation.

Leaning away from the stinging warmth the best I could. The purring turns into a coo for a second, another solid warmth presses up against my back with more solid warm things wrapped around me before the persistent warmth and purring continued. Bringing me a slow sense of… peace in my situation. My muscles slowly relaxing in its hold.

…Safe, I felt safe in this warmth.

Safe. Safe you are, little Maiden. Always safe with me.

#Ichor’s Chronicles #mermay #warhammer 40k #x reader #reader insert #oc: solor #gray knight #sea monster #tw: injury #tw: blood #no we don’t die #we too cool for that #get kidnapped though!

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devnmon · 2 years

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When You're Lost in the Darkness

Summary: a little drabble that came to me when rewatching the first tlou episode; basically reader and Tess when she returns from talking with Robert and reader's concern for her<3

tess servopolous x fem!reader

wc: <500

Rubbing your eyes from sleep, boot steps on the hardwood floor alerted you of your partner's return. You looked over to the woman approaching you from over by the coffee pot, with two mugs in her grip. You hadn't gotten a chance to look at her, being half-asleep and all. When your eyes finally met hers, the abundance of cuts and bruises on her face made your heart jump a mile high.

"Oh my god- Tess? What the fuck happened? You look like shit.."

Sunlight from the window above the kitchen sink shone on her facial injuries and bruises. She was still so gorgeous under those lacerations, some fresh and others halfway healed. You almost jump up from the table, hands immediately lifting to inspect the amount of damage done to her flawless skin.

"Robert's guys jumped me.. Tried to intimidate me with some 19 year-old douchebags. Said some shit, probably shouldn't've. Then there was a fuckin' explosion-"

"An explosion? What, Fireflies?" you questioned, knowing repetitive blasts having been set off multiple times this week by the resistance group.

Tess nodded, one of her eyes bruised and swollen around her lid.

"Well, it's a miracle you're alive. My god.. look at what they did to your pretty face.. Oh, your poor eye..." You turned her face around in the natural light, getting up to grab the bottle of whiskey on the countertop and a rag as she sipped her coffee.

"Come on, you know these guys were born after the outbreak. Never learned how to argue, they just start swingin'. Fuckin' nineteen year old pieces of shit."

"Tess, c’mon. These guys are working for Robert, so they clearly don't have any real brains in their skulls."

"Yeah, well, you're right about that."

"I'm right about mostly everything, Tess." A chuckle from the woman sat across you triggered your own. Knowing Tess's stubborn aspect always reiterated everything you said, it was genuinely funny. "God, that piece of shit Robert- I'm gonna fuck him up for what he did to you."

Standing in a huff, you walk over to the loose floorboard where you stored pills for smuggling, and your gun.

"No- baby, I need you to take a breath. Robert is terrified of you. So you march out of here all Charlie's Angels, he's gonna get wind of it and skip." Tess stood, walking over to you, sitting down as you pulled each object from the floor, "I need you to take a breath.”

Your eyes turned to her, meeting with the hazel orbs hidden by her bruises, focusing on her face as you inhaled and exhaled deeply. Her hand was placed on your shoulder, rubbing softly.

What Tess said must have done something to calm you, because your heart slowed just by her physical contact, immediately having a clearer head on the issue.

"Okay, but I'm still gonna fuck him up." You clicked the cylinder of the revolver out, replacing three of the shells with new bullets. Tess only watched as you gathered everything, smirking at your persistence.

"That's my girl."

#tess servopoulos #tess servopoulos x reader #the last of us fanfiction #other characters for exposure:#joel miller #ellie williams

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Double Diaper Dare: Chapter 2

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, public humiliation, masturbation/diaper sex, WAM, hypnosis, diaper filling, slime transformation, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

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Looking around the interdimensional nursery she inhabited, Crissie’s mind was firing on all cylinders as she considered what kind of dare would cause Codi to break. Based on what she knew of her roomie, sexual play and Little Space stuff were the things that Codi was less proficient in, given she was a DL and not an AB. Going off of that, pushing Codi to do things that were either sexual or Little Space-inducing or both would be the most likely to cause her downfall. And since this was Crissie’s nursery, there was no shortage in either department.

Meanwhile, Codi was spending the same time cursing herself in her head. She’d really done it this time. Of course, she had no real interest in playing one of Crissie’s silly games. However, her pride and the sanctity of her workspace were at stake. As much as she hated it, beating Crissie at her own game was the best option for her.

“Oooh! That’s perfect,” said Crissie, causing Codi to snap out of her thoughts, only slightly concerned with how far Crissie would go with their first real dare, “I Double Diaper Dare you to go up to Miss Snorington and let her know what a horny bab you are!”

In an instant, Codi’s anxiety turned to amusement. “That’s it? That’s your first dare?” she said, baffled by how innocuous the dare seemed. She didn’t even have to do anything slime-related, “Okay, bet!” Sticking her nose up, she strutted across the nursery floor to where Miss Snorington was currently prepping a nutritious lunch.

“Oh! Hi there, babycakes!” said Miss Snorington, elated by the mere presence of one of her two diaper babs, “Lunch won’t be ready for another thirty minutes. Why don’t you go play with your Big Sis for now?”

Cringing at being referred to as Crissie’s Little Sis, Codi shook off the damage to her ego and prepared to dive in head first into her dare. In the back of her mind, she considered, “What would Crissie do?” in reference to acting like a horny bab. She supposed that Crissie would probably make some lispy comment while acting aroused and small in hopes of receiving the attention she was craving.

Unfortunately, behaving in such a manner was far outside Codi’s comfort zone. She could feel the blush in her cheeks welling up on the spot. However, her resolve tightened as she looked back at Crissie, receiving an unauspicious thumbs-up from her daregiver. Taking a deep breath, she reached down and grabbed the front of her diaper while biting her lip and attempting to look as bashful as possible, “Miss Snowington, I feew funny.”

“Oh, dear! Are you feeling ill?” said Miss Snorington, unaware that she was currently caught up in Crissie and Codi’s game. On the other side of the room, Crissie could be heard giggling up a storm as she observed the least horny diaper lover of all time trying to act like her loins were on fire.

Letting Crissie’s snickering fuel her rage, Codi shook off her nerves and tried again, going for a more direct option, “Nuh-uh! I feew…h-howny,” she said, struggling through the last word. The humiliation hit her instantly, as did a modest amount of pride strangely enough. She’d fulfilled her end of the bargain and now it was her turn to cackle while Crissie did something embarrassing.

At least, that’s what Codi thought until she felt Miss Snorington’s warm, fuzzy arms wrapping around her and lifting her into the air. “Awww, how delightful! Don’t you worry your silly, little head, I’m here to take care of everything,” said the animatronic teddy bear as she placed her paw on the front of Codi’s diaper.

*BZZZZZZZZZZ!*

All of a sudden, a wealth of vibrations ran throughout Codi’s padding, sending Codi into a frenzy of arousal. It was as if her robotic caregiver knew exactly how strong to vibrate her diaper to get her sex instantly wet. “Umm, I-I changed my mind! I’m not horny anymore,” she shouted, hoping to escape an extended masturbation session with Crissie’s mama bear. After all, the bet only implied she had to say she was horny.

Miss Snorington paid no mind to Codi’s soft protests though, her paw humming along as she cuddled her baby girl. “Nonsense, Crissie usually needs to cum at least five or six times before she’s tuckered out enough for a nap. Seeing you cooped up at your drawing desk for so long, it's no wonder you’re itching for some relief,” she cooed, swaying back and forth in a calming manner as she pressed a bit harder against Codi’s dry padding.

For Codi, this situation was anything but calming. Regrettably, as much as she tried to fight it, the low rumbling of Miss Snorington’s paw was causing her to melt with euphoria. The only thing keeping her grounded to Earth was Crissie’s incessant laughter, but even that wasn’t enough. Her body went limp as she mounted her first orgasm, a wealth of purple debris dripping into her once-pristine, white diaper.

If only the pleasure stopped there. Drool fell down Codi’s chin as she was forced to cum another two times in quick succession, each one stronger than the last. By the time Miss Snorington’s paw finally stopped vibrating, she finally understood why Crissie had made this her first dare. Sure, it seemed harmless enough, but she should’ve known that a caretaker for a horny brat like Crissie would be programmed to do something like this. If the rest of Crissie’s dares were going to be anything as intense as this, then she could never let her guard down again.

“There, does my Codi-kins feel so much better now?” asked Miss Snorington rhetorically as she walked Codi over to the nearby playpen and set her down on the soft carpet, an audible squish sounding off from her slime and cum-filled diaper, “If you need anything else, just give me a holler. I’ll have lunch out for you and Crissie soon.” And with that, Snorington returned to her post, leaving Codi in a state of bewildered bliss.

Skipping over the side of the playpen wall, Crissie plopped herself down criss-cross applesauce next to Codi while wearing a devious grin. “Great job, Codi-kins! You beat your first dare,” she teased, reaching down and poking at Codi’s bloated diaper.

Codi slapped away Crissie’s inquisitive fingers, not wanting to feel another sensation in her princess parts for the rest of the day if possible. Knowing Crissie though, this would be an impossibility. “My…my turn,” she said exasperatedly, still recovering from the pleasure high she was on. If she was initially planning to go easy on Crissie, that ship had sailed.

Smirking, Crissie eagerly leaned forward, excited to hear what Codi’s naughty mind could cook up for her. “Awww, are you gonna dare me to play dollies with you? Or maybe you want me to read you a story before nap time,” she remarked, feeling extra cocky after seeing the state Codi was in. If she was this shaken up by one naughty session with Miss Snorington, she was doomed.

While Crissie continued to gloat, Codi was racking her brain to come up with the cruelest, most humiliating dares she could think of. Forget starting off easy. If Crissie was going to play this dirty, then so could she. Getting up on wobbly legs, she made her way over to the toy box and propped it open, gazing upon the wealth of both baby and adult toys inside. She knew exactly what she wanted to do, she just hoped that Crissie had one on hand to pull it off. Thankfully, after a bit of digging, she uncovered the device she was searching for.

“Alright, Crissie,” said Codi, standing up and holding the object of Crissie’s demise behind her back, “I Double Diaper Dare you to put this on and wear it until the game is over.” Slowly, she revealed what she was holding, much to Crissie’s dismay.

In Codi’s hands was a shiny, steel chastity belt. While Crissie had used it in a few of her Big Sis Criss sessions, she’d never used it on herself. Depriving herself of sexual indulgence wasn’t exactly her strong suit. Still, she wasn’t about to balk at such a simple task. “Just hand it over,” she said, snatching the device from Codi’s mitts and lying down on her back as she undid the tapes of her diaper.

All the while, Codi watched with insatiable glee, relishing in the flashes of poutiness that ran across Crissie’s face as she locked herself up for the foreseeable future. The chastity belt had been designed with diapers in mind, possessing a small slit near the crotch and a big opening in the back to allow for all-day usage. This made it perfect as a dare for her sex pest of a roommate. If this game went on longer than an hour or so, Crissie would be begging to be let out.

*CLICK!*

Locking the belt into place, Crissie quickly retaped her slightly moistened diaper and sat up, sticking out her tongue at her adversary. “There, I did it,” she said, sounding a little less enthusiastic than she was five minutes ago. Ignoring Codi’s cheeky smile, she scanned the room once again, attempting to conceive of a dare to blow her last one out of the water. That’s when her eyes made contact with Codi’s favorite rocking horse, PonyPony Clopper.

Lightbulb!

TO BE CONTINUED…

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