#everything happened so fast. all the decisions. I didn’t have time to react

[phantom-of-the-north]

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[fairyofhee]

no one compares.

PAIRING. fuck buddy!heeseung x afab!reader

SYNOPSIS. You both thought that having no rules with a fuck buddy would make things simple, because it was just sex. But it was all conflicting when no one compares to each other after sleeping with someone else.

WARNING. angst if you squint, contains smut! MINORS DNI. fingering, handjob, creampie, unprotected sex. 4k words.

FORTY EIGHT HOURS LATER

You woke with pure feelings of guilt and regret, watching the boy leave with the scent of you. It’s dumb, you didn’t meant to sleep with him. Well, you did, but you had a hard time admitting it. 

Heeseung texted you two days ago that he slept with someone else, so you did the same. 

Your fuck buddy Heeseung was on vacation for three weeks, which was the longest time you’ve been away from each other. Although you used each other for sex or it was more so, a friends with benefits situation, there were no set rules. 

Meaning, that you weren’t exclusive, which also meant that seeing other people wasn’t a problem.

When Heeseung texted you that he fucked someone else, you were surprisingly shocked. The information caused a weird feeling in your chest. It was the first time either of you had slept with someone else, but it wasn’t a problem, right?

It wasn’t a big deal, you told yourself. And so, if Heeseung can sleep with someone who wasn’t you, you were allowed to do the same. You slept with your friend, Jay, who also happened to be Heeseung’s best friend.

It wasn’t supposed to happen, but Jay came over last night and one thing led to another. He spent the night and slept in your bed — in the same spot that Heeseung usually does, and left this morning smelling like you.

You both agreed that it was a one time thing, and you heavily emphasized that it was because Jay usually wasn’t someone you turn to for sex.

Heeseung returned from his vacation trip today and wanted to come over tonight to see you. Of course you accepted his self invitation, since it’s been three weeks from being apart. But you were anxious to see him, the inner dilemma in your head haunting you since last night. 

You debated on whether or not, telling him that you slept with Jay. Heeseung needed to know you thought, because he admitted to also fucking someone else. It was all confusing though, he didn’t need to tell you. Did he think that you deserved to know? You weren’t exclusive after all.

You made a rational decision. If the topic of other people was brought up in conversation then you were going to tell him. There are no rules when it comes to you both so it’s not important. 

“Hi,” says the boy outside your apartment, leaning on the door with a smug look on his face.

The sight of him leaves you instinctively smiling. His hair grew out a bit, a strand of hair fell to his forehead, and his skin was now close to honey. He looked so pretty and the smile on his face that you so missed caused your heart to swell. 

“Can I come inside?” He interrupted your thoughts as he chuckled.

You repeatedly nodded as you let the boy in before watching him take distinct steps closer. 

“I missed you,” he says. You feel his hot breath fan on your face as you return his long stare, all while contemplating your next move. Suddenly, you pull him even closer and attack his lips, feeling both of his hands cupping your entire face.

Everything happens so fast when you’re dragging him inside your bedroom. Your arms were hooked and wrapped tightly around Heeseung’s neck before he slips a hand underneath your pants and inside your panties, feeling how wet you were. 

“My pretty girl missed me this much?” Heeseung teases his fingers along your entrance, locking his dark and lustful eyes into yours. 

All you could do was let out a groan, unable to control the way your body reacted to him. He begins to push a finger inside you and kiss your burning cheeks, watching your face contort with pleasure and your lips parting in a silent moan.

“Baby, you are quiet today,” Heeseung says before adding another finger and curving them to hit the sweet spot inside you. He’s just starting to touch you, but you feel yourself already close. You also notice his own arousal physically growing. 

“I need you, Hee,” you slipped a hand inside his sweatpants to feel his tent. “I need you too,” he whined, starting to pump his fingers in and out of you until his movements shortly become more erratic when he’s circling your clit.

You reach inside his boxers and wrap your hand around his hard cock to stroke him, feeling his precum leaking out. Heeseung’s mouth quickly opens to let out a moan when you’re moving your hand up and down. His cock soon twitches after rubbing his slit with your thumb.

The air began to feel heavy as you both touched each other, missing how each other felt. It was a matter of a few seconds until you could feel your release, and it was becoming a bit overwhelming when Heeseung starts to kiss your neck. 

He continues to place his mouth on your skin until you feel him stop and completely pull away.

“Who’s this from?” He says and you freeze, pursing your lips while following his hands that were on your neck. You shrugged in silence for a moment, realizing that Heeseung is rubbing the hickey that Jay left on your neck last night. 

“It’s from someone,” you hesitated to say while feeling conflicted, until you made the decision to admit who it was specifically from. “It’s from Jay.”

Confusion crossed his face, “Jay?” He questioned as he removed his stare at the fresh mark on your skin before meeting your eyes with a hard blink. 

“He was just being a good friend.”

Heeseung scoffed, “A friend like me?” A cunning smile adorned his lips. “Did you sleep with him because of what I did?”

“What? No,” you shook your head and Heeseung didn't speak, but met you in silence. A dry laugh escaped your lips which quickly died out as you took a deep breath. “I mean, it was difficult waiting for you to come back so Jay was there. It seems like it was hard for you to wait too, no?”

Heeseung relaxed his tense shoulders, “Yeah. Since we’re not exclusive,” he pointed out.

“Exactly,” you tried to smile. 

The tension in the air thickened and instead of acknowledging it, you nudged your nose against his before kissing him softly. “I missed you a lot,” your voice was laced with lust and desire. 

“I know,” he replies while hovering over you until you lied flat, “Let me make you feel good.”

“Let me be on top,” you demanded as you grabbed the hem of his shirt to remove it.

Heeseung shakes his head and lets out a deep laugh, “You don’t deserve it.”

“Why not?” You question before pausing. You were in the middle of removing your shirt and unclasping your bra until you halted due to his response. “Because I fucked someone else?”

“I didn’t even mention anything about that.”

You scoffed hard, “You’re thinking it.”

"And you're ruining the mood," He sneered before grabbing your breast to hungrily leave kisses, the feeling causing a loud groan to leave your lips. Your sounds encourage him to place his tongue to your nipple before he sucks hard with his mouth.

Heeseung wastes no time grabbing your whole body with an arm so that you're faced down with your ass up, feeling how hard he is when you're pressed against him. “I’m gonna fuck you first then you can do whatever you want to me.”

You bury yourself into your bedsheets, impatiently waiting after giving a nod of approval. Heeseung plants a kiss on your back before grabbing the band of your panties to quickly slip them off and to spread your wetness.

“Take out your cock already,” you urged, feeling Heeseung’s clothed cock that you just jerked off a few moments ago, pressed up behind you as he begins to rub slow circles onto your clit.

“Don’t be a brat or I’ll treat you like one,” he says, starting to strip off his sweatpants by untying the strings, his boxers followed by it — making your head turn back at the sight of how hard he is.

He takes his throbbing length in his hand that dripped with precum and began to stroke himself watching as you were the view in front of him. You watched the corners of Heeseung’s lips twitch upwards when he notices the way your legs were spreading wider. 

“Hee, I can’t wait any longer,” you whined out.

Heeseung acknowledged the patience that you didn’t have. He took his cock to your folds and mixed your wetness and his precum, making you clench when he wasn't inside you yet. He gives you no warning when he inserts himself, the harsh sting of the stretch was something that you missed over the past three weeks.

He slips his length out and slams inside once more, a loud moan leaving both of your mouths at the sensation. “You’re tight,” he murmurs in a deep tone, “Did he not stretch you out enough?”

You grip the sheets tightly, having a bit of trouble speaking due to the adjustment of his big cock. “S-Stop talking about him,” you plead. 

He laughs at your response before gripping your waist with a hand to help himself slam in and out of your cunt, causing you to whimper at the intense feeling. You manage to compose yourself as he’s setting a fast pace, and you turn around to see his eyes closed and his head thrown back.

The sight of the smirk on his face with hair loosely falling onto his forehead causes you to uncontrollably clench and he curses your name.

Heeseung begins to roll his hips sensually and you take it as a sign to move yourself against him, so you quickly match his pace until he’s hitting your cervix. "Fuck, my cock was made to be inside you,” he lets out with a loud whimper.

“You have the best pussy,” Heeseung continues, the only sounds coming out of your room is your skin slapping against his and the moans from your lips. "Y-Your cock is the fucking best,” you cry out, causing him to twitch at your words.

“Shit- that’s right,” he mutters, tightening his grip on your hips when feeling your orgasm approaching before slipping out of you. The action causes you to turn your head, staring at the soft expression on his face with confusion.

Heeseung takes your hand and pulls you towards him until you were sitting on his lap. He inserts himself in you once again, leaving both of your mouths wide open with a deep exhale let out. 

“Fuck me,” he begs with his deep round eyes burning into you with desire, “Show me how much you missed me before you cum.”

Your cheeks were flushed as he begged, and you soon attacked his lips to start fulfilling his demands. He helped your body to move in and out of his cock before allowing you to take over. With your fingers tangled in his hair, you begin to roll your hips slowly before increasing the pace.

“Go faster,” Heeseung pleaded with his hands on your hips, holding himself back from thrusting upwards. You shake your head, continuing the same pace you were previously moving at.

“Let me fuck you how I want, Hee,” You whined. “I-I’ll make you cum soon, just be patient for me.”

You start to move your hips in slow languid circles as Heeseung nods, his hands moving up to fondle your breasts and graze your hard nipples.

You then start to bounce up and down on him, making Heeseung breathe heavily. This was a chance to show how much your body was made for him, the chance to prove that there is no one else for him, you thought.

Your movements are increasingly becoming faster, giving the pleasure that he impatiently begged for as you feel his cock twitch inside you. The sound of your skin slapping against his thighs arouse you even more, helping you to chase your end. You desperately wanted to cum.

“You’re fucking me well,” Heeseung lets out, feeling your walls clamp around him, watching your face scrunch up and unable to hold it in any longer. With his grip on your waist, you manage not to fall and collapse on his chest.

You weren’t sure if you were going to last as long as he wanted. The pleasure was overwhelming and more than anything that you have ever felt before, but it felt so good — he felt so good. 

“Heeseung, oh my- fuck," you cry out, squeezing your eyes shut and clenching hard, his warm touch helping you to quickly release on him. 

Heeseung lets out an airy chuckle before moving his hips upward to thrust deep and hard as if a bruise would be there tomorrow. He’s enjoying the sensation until a loud moan leaves his mouth when he releases inside, his cum filling up your insides and quickly leaking out.

He rides his orgasm for a moment before you shortly raise your body so that he could pull out of you. You watched as his cum mixed with yours dripped out, the sight was something you also missed during these past three weeks.

Shortly, you both do the same routine after sex — catching your breaths, cleaning up, not expecting Heeseung to stay. Sometimes, you would wake up the next morning and he would be gone, but tonight, he decided to stay and sleep over.

You turn your body to exhaustingly lay on the bed after cleaning up, Heeseung then joins you to lay in his spot of your bed.

“You’re thinking about something,” Heeseung cuts the silence with his words, noticing you in deep thought as you stare at the ceiling.

There is something obviously bottling inside your head, but you choose to ignore it. You turn to look at him, and all he gives you is a pleading look.

“Just say it,” he urges.

A deep exhale was let out as you think about the outcome of your next words. What you’re thinking could possibly fuck things up, but you cautiously choose to let it out anyways.

“How did you feel when fucking that girl? Did it feel like you were with me?” Your voice anxiously rang, hoping he wasn’t going to get up and leave.

“No,” he laughs, “I regret it so much.”

Your face lit up in shock, “Why?”

“Because I was too busy thinking about you.”

Your mouth slightly parted, truly speechless as you felt your chest ache. And it wasn’t supposed to, since this is just your fuck buddy. But his words were all you needed before popping the question. It was something that you’ve been meaning to ask all along, but you were too afraid of stepping over unspoken boundaries and giving him the wrong idea that you weren’t even sure was entirely wrong anymore.

“Do you want to try being exclusive?” You quickly let out, “We can try for a little while and if you get bored, you can see other girls.”

As you wait for a response, Heeseung just smiles before speaking out. “I think we can do that.”

“But I don’t think anyone could compare to you.”

© fairyofhee 2023.

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[endthedream]

[8:29 pm]

heeseungs new hair colour makes you feel a type of way.

1k words / slightly suggestive (make out scene)

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Heeseung nervously glides his hand through his hair, one time, two times, enough times to not be able to keep count anymore. He looks at the time on his phone over and over again, awaiting your arrival almost anxiously.

Heeseung looks at his reflection on the black screen of his phone, reminding him yet again where the nervousness inside of him comes from. It was a spontaneous decision, not even him knew about it until twenty minutes before it was done. And now instead of the purple he had for months, his hair is a deep shade of blue. He isn’t complaining, not at all, he loves how the blue hair looks on him, he just doesn’t know what you will think.

Over the past month you have been empathising how much you adore the purple colour on him. He vividly remembers one night, his hands roaming your figure , lips on your neck, bodies intertwined, where you breathlessly told him how attractive he looks with the coloured hair. Heeseung has been using his look once too many times to make your knees week, to make you fold for him, and now that it’s gone, he is scared what you think of him.

Will you still find him attractive? Will you be sad? Disappointed? He doesn’t know where this nervousness comes from. Never did you have problem with any of his hair colours, but it’s the clear fact that you liked the purple one the most that makes him nervous. He didn’t want to change it, liking how everyone reacted to the colour on his hair, but with the new comeback a new hair colour was required. He just wished that maybe he could have warned you, told you so you can prepare for the change.

Just as he was about to check his phone again did he hear your key opening the door. Heeseung sits up almost immediately watching the door of the living room closely. He hears you taking of your shoes and jacket, putting your key on the little drawer in the hallway and taking small steps towards the living room.

“Babe are you home already? I was just thinking if we should-“ But before you can finish your sentence, you stand in the door frame of the living room, your boyfriend sitting on the couch looking at you with his big deer eyes. You immediately notice it the soft blue slightly wavy hair sitting on top of his head. You can’t help but to stare at him with wide eyes and an open mouth.

“Do you hate it?”, your boyfriend asks in a small voice, insecurity dripping from every inch of his body. “I know I should have told you but I didn’t know. It was super spontaneous.”

“Heeseung-“, you try to speak up but he doesn’t let you, too focused on explaining you the situation.

“I know you probably hate it and you wish you could have the purple back. I know how much you loved it, but I really like this colour and maybe in a few days you got used to it and then you will love it too. I just hope you still find me attractive because I know a hair colour can change everything but I’m still me, you know? And I-“

It happens so fast that Heeseung couldn’t even prepare himself. Almost instantly, you take quick steps towards him, sit yourself down on his lap and softly plant your lips onto his. It takes him a second to register that you’re kissing him, but the moment he does, Heeseung wraps his hands around your waist, pulling you closer and kissing you deeper.

He presses you down against him and as a soft throaty moan leaves your lips he takes the chance to slide his tongue into your mouth. You wrap your own arms around his neck, one hand softly grabbing the hair on the nape of his neck, tucking it with a need that lets him roll his eyes back in pleasure. When you feel Heeseungs hands slide under your shirt, desperately meeting your hot naked skin, you know you have to pull away from the kiss.

“God, Heeseung, I didn’t think you could get any hotter.”, you whisper against his lips, leaning down to press a few open mouth kisses to his neck.

“What?”, he croaks out, mind still hazy from the kiss.

“Heeseung.”, you say, looking into his eyes now. “Did you really think I wouldn’t find you attractive anymore because of a hair colour?” Heeseung doesn’t give you a verbal answer but as you see him lower his head out of embarrassment, you know the answer to your question.

“Look at me.”, you softly call out, putting your hand on his cheek and lifting his head so he sees your face as you speak to him. “No hair colour or hair cut could ever change my mind about you. Yes, I did love the purple hair but I also loved the black, the pink, the blonde and the white hair. You know why?” Heeseung shrugs, eyes big and wide, looking deeply into yours. “Because I love the person wearing those colours. I love you, Hee. No hair colour will change that. And none of the less you make every hair colour look great.”

You see the small grin forming on the boys lips and you feel a quick wave of relief seeing him feel better about himself. “Heeseung with all due to respect you look so hot with this hair colour.”

“Do I?”, he teasingly asks, eyebrows raised and a smirk plastered on his face. “How hot do I look?”

“So hot that I want you to rip of all your clothes right here right now and take me on this couch.” For a millisecond, Heeseungs eyes widen at your request but as quick as it happened, it’s gone again and instead lust fills his brown orbs.

“Oh, Y/n.”, he says, almost moaning your name. “I’m going to fuck you so good that you will forget your own name.”

[uhohnotthisagain]

My Everything- Dean Winchester

Summary: Dean’s anger gets the best of him.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Warnings: Swearing, angst, verbal fighting, mentions of death (no actual death is included), sad Dean, sad reader, happy ending

Word count: 1.2k

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“I don’t know how much longer I can put up with this.” Dean says, sitting on the edge of your shared bed, rubbing his face with his hands.

You look at him with shock. “What? What do you mean?” The two of you had been fighting for the last 2 hours. You had made a decision on a hunt that had put you in danger, saving Dean from the witch in the process.

“This. Putting up with all this stupidity. It’s infuriating.”

“Are you actually serious? I saved you from that witch. You’d be dead if I hadn’t done what I did.”

“No, I wouldn’t be. I would’ve been fine. But throwing yourself into the fire was a stupid decision. If I hadn’t reacted fast enough, YOU would be dead.” He points at you as he speaks, the look of absolute anger on his face.

“This isn’t the first time you’ve done something stupid on a hunt, and if it keeps going, then who knows what will happen. Maybe I could be killed.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“It means, I’m done. This is over.”

“You don’t really mean that.” Your voice is barely above a whisper.

“No, I do, I’m done. Get out.” He’s turned away from you, looking at something on his laptop at his desk.

Tears sit at the corner of your eyes, threatening to spill. He didn’t turn to look at you, refusing to face you.

“Fine.”

–

You let out small sobs, curling into yourself. You were lying on the bed in your old room. It was yours when you first moved into the bunker, but when you and Dean started dating and spending every night together, you stopped sleeping in the room. It wasn’t long before you moved all your stuff to Dean’s, making this room feel foreign and empty. Cold.

You eventually fell asleep, tears staining your cheeks.

–

Dean didn’t sleep at all. He spent the whole night either hunched over his laptop, distracting himself with research, or staring up at the ceiling. He didn’t want you to leave, he wanted you back. All he could focus on during the fight was his anger towards your decisions. He didn’t want to lose you. He couldn’t lose you. And putting yourself at risk meant that he couldn’t protect you as easily, making him more scared that he would lose yet another loved one.

He felt so useless during hunts. He knew you could make your own decisions. Smart ones too. But you also made decisions that would save Dean, and Dean didn’t want that.

Dean got up at 6:30, deciding to get ready for the day and search for another potential hunt to distract himself with.

It was at 10:30 when he realised you hadn’t gotten up yet. Sam was already up, having gone for a run and now researching with Dean. You always were an early riser.

Dean went searching, hoping you were in the bunker and hadn’t left in the middle of the night. He passed the kitchen, not seeing you sipping on a coffee that you usually did. He passed your shared room before stopping at your old one.

He listened to see if he could hear you, but what he heard broke his heart. He could hear your muffled sobs.

You had woken up not long after falling asleep, struggling to stay asleep without Dean next to you. The both of you relied on one another to have nightmare-free sleep, and it had become such a habit that when separated it felt impossible to function.

When you woke up, you quickly recalled why you were back in your old room, breaking your heart all over again. You struggled to keep the tears at bay. You felt guilty, but you weren’t sure why. You were upset that you couldn’t convince Dean that you knew what you were doing. Angry that he wouldn’t listen to you. Broken that he had kicked you out without letting you speak.

A soft knock disrupted your thoughts. You looked towards the door, hoping that if you kept silent, whoever was at the door would leave.

“Y/N? I know you’re in there.” Dean’s voice was soft, it’s what usually kept you calm, but this time, it was making your heart race. “Y/N? Please, sweetheart. Let me in.” He knocked again.

You considered hiding under your duvet but decided against that. Instead, you stood up and opened the door.

“Oh, Sweetheart, thank god. I’m so-” You walked passed him, brushing against him but you didn’t make eye contact. You walked towards the kitchen, grabbing a mug and pouring yourself some coffee before sitting at the bench, staring at the dark liquid in your mug.

“Sweetheart? Y/n? Please talk to me. I’m so sorry about last night. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.” You didn’t turn around. “Please. I miss your voice. Talk to me. Scream at me. Yell. Throw things. I don’t care. I just need you to talk to me.” You said nothing.

“Okay, if you won’t talk then at least hear me out? I’m sorry honey. I really am. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that. I shouldn’t have said those things.” Dean walked around to the other side of the bench to face you, but you didn’t look up at him. “You have every right to be upset with me. I know you can hold you’re own. I know you’re capable of looking after yourself, fighting the things we hunt for. You’re so talented and strong. It’s just- I’m scared, okay? I said it. I can’t save you. I can’t protect you. And it has nothing to do with you’re abilities. I’m just so scared to lose you. What if something gets you? What if something is just that much stronger that you can’t fight it. I can’t lose you. I need you.” Dean’s holding your hands, causing you to look up slightly.

“I can’t sleep without you. I can barely survive if you’re not there. I can’t breathe. You’re my everything, and if I lose you, then I have nothing. So forgive me for trying to protect you, but knowing you’re safe means everything.”

You look up at Dean, sighing before opening your mouth. “Have you considered that you’re my everything? That if I lose you then I would lose myself? I love you so much, and I would do anything to keep you safe.” Your voice wobbled as tears filled your eyes again. “You can be so reckless on hunts. God knows how many times I have had to clean up you’re injuries, sew you up, bandage you up. Of course, I would do it again but if you keep risking your life, then one day you’re going to lose it. And then what happens to me? I would die if I lost you.”

Dean walks around to you, wrapping his arms around you. “I’m sorry. I guess I didn’t consider how much I meant to you. I’ll try and be better. I’ll make better decisions, I’ll try to be safe. If you do. You need to not put your life on the line all the time to save me.” Your arms wrap around him.

“Yeah, okay. I’m sorry too.” He smiles before pressing a kiss to your lips.

[dragons-clause]

The Dragon's Clause

Sabo x Fem Reader CW: Forced marriage, intrigue, character death, fantasy violence, blood, magic, language, smut, 18+ mdni

Tag List: @mfreedomstuff @manachiichan

Chapter 9: This Tea is -

Your demonstration for Koala had turned into a spar with one of the knights, which had turned into a spar with two, three, and then all of them before the day was out. In the end you’d begun to instruct them, as you had bested each easily and felt it was only right to help them. Instruction also gave you a couple days to recover.

You’d been keeping up with your practicing, but practicing alone and sparring with actual human partners were two very different things. After the first knight had lost, the others hadn’t gone easy on you, but even by the time you had gotten to the last, you still barely had enough left to tend to yourself. It was nice to be able to push yourself like that.

The entire thing had been a good bonding exercise at the end of it all. What had been tense for a few moments turned into actual camaraderie when all was said and done. You’d even taken your meal with the other knights before returning to your quarters afterward. Koala had been there the entire time, she hadn’t stepped in to stop anything, and hadn’t even flinched when you’d decided to eat with them. The almost constant warm smile on her face made it hard to read her, but she didn’t patronize you, or speak against your decisions, so you weren’t too worried about it.

You were certain that Koala’s attentiveness to you and your needs wasn’t just a show of good manners on her part, or even an order from the Duke. She was likely keeping an eye on you, just as much as she was attending to you, and you couldn’t fault her for it. Everything surrounding your arrival was rushed and uncomfortable, and even the estate’s swift reactions weren’t enough to take the edge off how fast it was all happening.

Even to you it looked very much like the King had rushed his son off to the Northern border, understaffed and ill-prepared, specifically to drop some manner of fiance in his lap. In this case it had also served him a few other purposes as well, because now you weren’t the King’s problem anymore, and he had reason to complain to your Uncle.

You hadn’t heard anything from him since you arrived, but you weren’t expecting anything as it was. Even if he wanted to blame you for King Outlook’s reaction, there wasn’t anything you could do, and there wasn’t anything he could do to you because of it. He’d be more apt to scrawl his frustrations out on a piece of paper and light it on fire, instead of wasting money having it delivered to you, just so you could set it on fire and be rid of it.

From demonstration, to spar, to teaching, to something almost like a routine. When you were done with your morning routine, Koala met you in your quarters.

“Good morning Lady Lulusia,” she greets you same as always, but there’s something extra in her voice this morning.

“Indeed, Koala.” You reply, a smile pulling at your lips. “What has you in such a chipper mood today, if I may ask?”

“Ah, I’ve been found out.” She chimes, helping you to get cleaned up. “The Grand Duke has returned this morning. He’s currently handling some business in his office, but after breakfast I’ll have you both in the main tea room to finally meet.”

“Oh, hm.” You aren’t really sure how to react. You knew he wasn’t going to be away much longer, but you were already used to the place without him in it. “Since he has work to attend to, I’m assuming we needn’t rush?”

“Precisely.” Koala assures you. “Are you sure there isn’t anything you want to know?”

You consider it a moment and shake your head. “No, all the rumors I’ve heard until now haven’t stood up to what I’ve experienced since I arrived. I’ve no need to put any stock in them, but I also don’t want your loyalty to color my impression of him.” You sigh a little as Koala washes your hair. “At least no more than it already has.”

She hums positively, and the two of you continued things in relative silence. You didn’t even have to ask her to keep things simple in terms of your clothes and your hair, she was already on the same page. Whether it was because she knew it’s what you’d prefer, or because she knew it was because the Duke would prefer it, you weren’t sure.

Asking would give you more information than you wanted, so you just let it be.

After a nice breakfast you were escorted to the previously mentioned tea room. You’d seen it before when you’d gotten a tour of the estate from Hack. This one was specifically for the Duke’s use, and while he could allow others to make use of it, there were enough other tea rooms, and rooms in general, that no one had ever asked. It was a little more informal than his office, but the room was tailored to the Duke’s preferences.

How the room looked was really the only true impression you had of Duke Sabo, and it didn’t make you uncomfortable. It faced the morning sun, and was kept cooler in the afternoon by being in the shade at that point. Sheer curtains were drawn to diffuse any harsh light, but the use of lighter woods in the decorations allowed the sunlight to keep the room relatively bright. A gas glass chandelier, more function than form, helped bring more light into the room, but it was meant for tea and snacks, and wasn’t really bright like a reading desk or a room with more direct sunlight.

Still, it wasn’t so dark as to force your eyes to adjust, and it was comfortable in the sense that it wasn’t too warm or cold in the room.

A moment after Koala left you in the room, Hack came in with a tray with a teapot and cups on it, followed by a kitchen made who was pushing a small cart with some snacks on it, and hot water for the tea. You took a seat on the sofa facing the door and thanked Hack as he made a fresh pot of tea right there.

After unloading her cart, the kitchen maid left, and the Duke entered just as Hack was pouring tea for the two of you. He was tall, but not towering in his height. His clothes gave him a slender look, but you knew the illusion for what it was. Loose waves of sun-kissed hair framed his face, more so on the left side. A means for covering the scar there.

You’d heard the title Scarred Beast of the North, but there was no monster standing across from you. A young duke who carried the scars of his station, perhaps, but nothing worse than that. The way he seemed to style his very hair to limit the possible discomfort of his scar spoke of a kindness that didn’t level with a lot of the rumors you had heard.

A twist of guilt slipped softly through you, the scar had to be painful, but you didn’t feel it detracted from his looks in the least.

“Grand Duke Sabo Eldgard de Goa,” you say, inclining your head but staying seated.

“Lady A’tana Écaille de Lulusia,” he replies, thanking Hack and dismissing the butler as he seats himself across from you. For a moment you’re not sure you’re convinced he’s the biological son at all. His golden hair is similar to his mother’s, certainly, but the way he carries himself is almost at odds with the rest of the royal family. The smile on his face is kind, or at least inviting, and there’s something guarded behind it.

You’ve seen more complexity in his tone and his face in seconds than you’d seen in his family over the course of your stay with them. You’ve also certainly seen more kindness from him, given that you aren’t currently standing in the dining room watching him eat breakfast while you, yourself, are denied.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” You say as he takes a sip of tea.

“My apologies for making you wait so long.” He offers.

“Your capable staff made it feel like no time at all had passed,” you reply, after taking a sip of tea yourself. “I’m also aware of what kept you, and guarding the border is an honorable vocation.”

“I’m glad you think so,” he says, a smile pulling at his lips. “It seems my father has put you in quite the predicament.”

You look up into blue eyes that seem determined to pierce your soul if you’d allow it and shift your gaze away. Keeping an eye on the delicious cup of tea before you is a far safer option, lest the young Duke learn all there is to know about you from a single gaze.

“If your father’s words are true, my situation is the fault of my Uncle.” You clarify.

“Regardless, it’s an unfair position for you to be in. I’m sure I can convince my father to allow you to return to your family in Lulusia.” He offers.

You flinch despite your efforts, setting the saucer and the teacup on the table carefully. Perhaps he wasn’t so different from the rest of his family. It was possible the Duke simply had no desire to marry at all, and was pushing back against the pressure of king and country in the matter of producing an heir. However, your lineage wasn’t a secret, and you had no doubt he was aware of it from the moment news reached Goa about your journey from Lulusia to their capital.

Your father had vouched for the validity of your blood, but when you hadn’t been able to marry before his death there was no one else to speak for you. Titles and land followed fathers and sons, and with no living ties for you, there was no one honorable to speak up.

It was how you’d gone from princess to lady in waiting, and how you’d gone from that to effectively becoming a sacrifice.

You should be relieved. If the Duke meant to see you returned to Lulusia, then his father would certainly make good on his word, stripping you of your title and all things connected to it. You’d be able to head to the Dawn Kingdom and become a border knight.

Everything you wanted.

But it also felt like you were being dismissed before you’d even been given a chance. Whether it was because of your blood or something else, it didn’t matter. It twisted inside you and left a sour taste in your mouth.

 “Nobility rarely have a choice regarding their partners.” You respond evenly. “But I understand any misgivings you would have.”

“Misgivings I would have?”

“I was a lady in waiting just a few weeks ago. Hardly a -.” You stop and take a breath, you can feel yourself losing your hold on your emotions. You didn’t want to admit it, but you liked it here. The staff were friendlier than those in your own home, and leaps beyond what you’d experienced with the King of Goa. “My apologies, I just mean that I’m not in a position to provide you anything in return. There’s not an objectively good reason for this union, so I understand your misgivings.”

The silence hangs heavy between you, and even as good as Hack’s tea is, it’s not enough to smooth out the feeling in the air. You don’t know how much of it you can take, but once you finish your cup of tea you can excuse yourself without being rude.

“I should be the one apologizing,” Sabo says after a moment. “I think there’s a bit of a misunderstanding between us, and it seems to be more my fault than anything else.” The light tone of his voice causes you to pull your gaze up and catch a surprisingly sheepish look on the Duke’s face.

“Allow me a moment to clear the air, before you leave… please.” He requests, and after a beat you nod your head, sitting back in your seat.

“My father has a habit of sending fiancées to my front door who only desire the coffers within the estate, and the power that it, and the title, bestows. They are, more than not, loyal to my parents, and know little of me beyond the rumors of the court, which I can assure you are more colorful and varied than what you’ve heard in Lulusia.

“Most couldn’t even handle Koala, and left before ever even really meeting me.” He admits with a smile. “My staff do not suffer fools, nor do they take kindly to attempts of bribery.”

The look he gives you is apologetic. “When you were announced I didn’t know what to think. You were from Lulusia, and last I had heard, were to be wed to my brother. All I knew was that you were now, by my father’s decree, my fiance, and residing at my estate. But within a few days you had won over Koala and Hack, and by the time I was able to return I wasn’t sure if I was the master of my own home anymore.” The smile on his face is relaxed, and amused more than anything else.

“Especially not after seeing my supposed fiance in the training grounds, giving pointers to my guards.”

You couldn’t stop the heat that rose in your face, looking away a little and pressing your lips together. You hadn’t noticed his presence, and either he had been too far away or you had been too engrossed in your task this morning. Something inspired you to test the waters, and your admonishment turned into a smile.

“Perhaps if your Grace had invested more time in training his guard.” You offer. There’s playfulness in your tone, an expression on your face that’s far from condescending, but it’s a dangerous game to poke a Grand Duke in any kingdom.

Sabo’s face breaks completely, shock scrawled across it. He recovers quickly, clearing his throat and trying to look irritated by it. “I have, perhaps, been lax in training the estate guards, but quite frankly there’s good reason for that.”

“Oh?” You prompt, emboldened by his reaction.

“Mm,” he hums, a sly smile replacing the irritation. “That, however, is a secret, Lady Lulusia.”

“I see. Shall I cease with training your guards then?” You question, glancing up at him after you pour yourself some more tea.

“I wouldn’t dream to deny you something that is bringing you joy.” He answers evenly, his demeanor back to normal. “In light of avoiding any further misunderstandings, am I correct in assuming that it would be prudent for plans to be made for an engagement party?”

Your nose crinkles despite your efforts but you nod. “Such would be proper.” You agree. “It would also be my debut in high society, as I did not have a débutante ball when I was younger.” You admit. Most young noble girls debuted at some point between fifteen and nineteen years of age.

Factors included things like older or younger siblings, educational needs, personal development and the individual themselves. Sometimes royal events would delay someone’s debut, but the average age was seventeen for most noble children.

“I shall leave it to you then, my lady, if you desire two parties, or-.” Sabo’s question dies on his lips as you shake your head.

“One is more than sufficient, your grace.” You reply a little more hastily than was proper.

“It seems the lady is not a fan of parties.” You can hear the amusement in his voice, the slip of a smile on his lips looking far more mischievous than it has any right to.

“I wouldn’t go so far as to say I loathe them,” you admit, taking a sip of tea. “But they are a function of this life, and not precisely an enjoyment of it.”

“Training guards, however, is an enjoyment?” He questions.

You pause. There hasn’t been any hostility in his words when he references your enjoyment of swordplay, but you’re well-aware of the way it’s viewed for a lady to enjoy such things. Especially over more typical hobbies like embroidery and music - not that you were bad at either, but your passion was what it was.

“There is enjoyment in the art of the sword itself, your grace.” You answer honestly. “As well, there is enjoyment in teaching on its own. Being able to partake in two kinds of enjoyment at once has been a pleasure I hadn’t known before now.”

“… Is there anything else you enjoy?”

“Reading.” You answer, giving him a warm smile. “Hack has already shown me the library here, and I’ve been enjoying reading in the evenings.”

“A scholar and a warrior.” Sabo says, and there’s no hint of sarcasm in his voice. The sincerity nearly makes you blush, but instead you sit quietly for a moment. The silence this time is far more comfortable and decidedly less oppressive.

“I would, if you are amenable to it, love to spar with you myself.” He requests after a moment. “Not that you should feel required to do so, by any means.”

“Tomorrow morning, perhaps?” You prompt and he smiles.

“Tomorrow morning then.”

[brendathedoodler]

I want to know more about AS!Four! How did they react when they woke up? What did he think when meeting the other heroes? What are some notable differences for AS!Four compared to LU!Four?

Four woke up in the shrine of resurrection confused, uncertain, and feeling shaky. As soon as his head cleared enough to think properly, Four realized that everything felt wrong.

His body was weak and didn’t seem to respond properly to his commands. His head was overrun with thoughts that he didn’t fully understand. He felt broken and wrong, uncertain of what was happening or even if he was alive. He remembered dying, though the shrine had blurred the memories to little more than scattered images of searing blue light and agonizing pain.

(Continued under the cut)

Then Dot called out to him. She told him to get up and pick up the slate. With a clear goal, Four felt his head clear enough to get his uncooperative body to move. It was jerky, uncoordinated, and felt wrong in ways he can’t explain, but he managed to make his way to it.

Without Dot telling him where to go from here, he felt lost once again. His brain seemed to be too crowded with conflicting thoughts that he didn’t fully understand, until eventually he noticed the doorway. A new goal in mind allowed him to continue on, though climbing that wall out of the shrine of resurrection took almost a full 20 minutes. It would’ve been humiliating if he wasn’t distracted with everything else going on in the moment.

Outside, now, he didn’t know what to do. It was entirely by accident that he fiddled with his slate and pressed a button that split his body into four separate individuals.

It sure explained why he’d felt so fractured and out of sync with himself.

Early on the colors didn’t have any proper identifier, so they made stuff up. Vio kept suggesting eye color for their names, but went ignored since it wasn’t something they could see from a distance. They were all identical! Eventually when they broke a bow, they used the string to tie up Red’s hair, and he got the name ponytail. The other three got jealous and also wanted names, so they had to make stuff up fast. Another bow was broken (deliberately this time), and Green was named Braid. Vio was nicknamed Archer, since he’d been using a bow mostly, and Blue was Fighter since he needed a name and they didn’t know what else to call him. Getting names for themselves was a huge step in beginning to cooperate with one another.

Over time they shifted their names based on different things. Red was renamed Arson after he set a bunch of things on fire, Vio was named Stealth after he bought a piece of an armor set with the same name, and Green tried to name himself “the Talus Slayer” after he single-handedly killed one but everyone else ignored him and kept calling him Braid. When they found the dye shop in Hateno, they all agreed to go by colors (and proceeded to spend an absurd amount of money buying four of every armor set to dye).

That’s just the beginning, though. One key difference between LU Four and AS Four is how coordinated the colors are. LU Four has had several years to work together, figure himself out, and find unity. AS Four hasn’t had that much time yet, and by the time his adventure with the chain starts, he’s managed to be functional as a single person. It’s not perfect, though, and while he’s a menace in battle, he struggles socially.

He thought it would be great practice to stay as a single, combined person for this adventure, and being forced to stay together has allowed him to make leaps and bounds of progress on coordination and unity, but sometimes he struggles.

If the colors are too talkative in his head, he sometimes says stuff out loud, or he misses when someone outside is talking to him. He has trouble making small decisions sometimes, so when he makes meals for the group, he often has someone else decide for him (he and Wild are the cooks of the group, with Wild having more practice and Four having more ingredients). He’s also prone to mood swings, but everyone chalks that up to him being a teenager.

Another big difference is that Four breaks his weapons. It’s extremely funny to me to imagine Four, a blacksmith, breaking his weapons when normally it makes him die inside. It still hurts, he’s just become desensitized to it. He’s pretty sure it has something to do with the shrine of resurrection because he’s certain that his weapons didn’t break like this before!

He also tends to hoard weapons, since the colors all tend to go through weapons really fast. There’s 3 extra people to provide for!

Compared to LU Four, AS Four is also much more of a wanderer. He, Wild, and Hyrule are the most likely to wander off, and often do so together. Usually they’re sent off with Warriors, who also likes to wander but he’s strategic about it and can keep the others on track and ensure they won’t get lost. Needless to say, the other three are constantly trying to find ways to sneak off without him.

Oh, also, instead of hating peppers, Four hates bananas. It’s not even all of them, it’s just Vio specifically. He spent a week and a half infiltrating the Yiga clan with Shadow and he ate almost nothing but bananas during that time and he refuses to ever eat another one again.

As for what he thought upon meeting the others… His first impression was that they were all way more put together than he is. He’s got a bit of imposter syndrome, stemming both from his failure (one he remembers intimately) and from the fact that he feels like 4 idiots in a trench coat half the time. This lessens over time, as he sees the others acting weird or unhinged and as he fights alongside them.

As for first impressions…

Four immediately saw a lot of himself in Legend’s initial demeanor, particularly seeing his defense mechanisms as similar to Blue’s.

He had a bit of relief when he noticed Twilight “talking to himself” (he was talking to Midna, but Four can’t see her, so that’s just how it seemed). He hasn’t yet gotten out of that habit yet, and found it comforting to know that he wouldn’t be the only weird one if he slips up in front of the others.

[chalkrevelations]

So, I know I already speculated that maybe Kun could try to buy some goodwill with the main family by returning Pete, if he finds out he (still) exists, but I keep turning over scenarios in my head and wondering if we’re ever going to get any payoff for Pete being around to overhear Kun dressing down Vegas for “hurting” Porsche at the beginning of Ep 11, with the interest in Porsche, specifically, that comment betrays.

Which is a little bit tangential, although maybe somewhat related, to the actual point of this post, which is some speculation on a different track:

Further to the discussion with @placetneplacet about Vegas having to throw rocks at Pete to get him to go away at this point, r/t “escape,” what if that’s essentially what happens? What if Pete’s looking SO sad in the WDYS MV because Vegas drove him away? For Pete’s own protection? (And maybe, just a little bit, at least, Vegas’s?) Not just from Vegas, himself, in this case, but from Kun? All made maybe, possibly, slightly easier for Vegas by the fact that he’s clearly scared of what he’s just got himself into, in the final seconds that we get to see in the aftermath of their ... listen, I’m just going to start calling it their love scene, I don’t think that it’s actual love yet, although there’s plenty of connection there, and it’s clearly where we’re headed, and it’s just easier to go ahead and use the terminology :hands: ... in the aftermath of their love scene when he gets a look at Pete’s brilliant smile and his own smile slides off his face in his little italicized oh moment. (I’ll tell you what’s happening in those final seconds of that scene: We’re getting a look at the new terrain of the VP relationship and it’s this: Pete just had the most mind-blowing sex of his life and got his horizons completely altered. Vegas just fell in love. These are NOT the same things, and NOW we get to watch the delicious, delicious experience of Pete's realization, which I think is yet to fully happen. Protip, Pete: If it makes you sad, then it’s important. But first we get to watch the painful reality of Vegas in love with someone who’s not going to be mean about it, but who’s not really in love with him (yet). One night of fantastic sex, and they follow you home, right, Pete? Also, somewhere, Tawan is laughing at you, Vegas.)

ANYWAY, as I was saying, Vegas is clearly in love and terrified and still under his father’s thumb. We’ve seen how he reacted when he thought Pete was going to die from sepsis. We’ve seen how he reacted when his hedgehog died. We know he expects everything and everyone to leave him, because that’s been his experience in the past, except now there’s Pete, who not only didn’t leave, he came back, he chose Vegas, a total of at least three times in Ep 12, alone (his initial decision to stay rather than run, his decision to follow Vegas back into the house instead of run, his decision to kiss Vegas and signal that yes, he was willing to take what Vegas was offering). We’ve also seen that when Vegas is scared, he lashes out, including the scene with the book, when Pete was getting his clever fingers a little too far into Vegas’s head a little too fast for Vegas to be comfortable with. How easy would it be, driven by fear of Kun, fear for Pete’s safety, and maybe still a little bit of fear about his own feelings, for Vegas to be enough of an asshole to push Pete away? To make Pete’s decision to leave (to “escape”) just a little bit easier?

OW, gdi. I think I just hurt myself.

The one problem I can see with this is that it would require Pete NOT seeing right through Vegas on this one. Although if it could be bolstered by both Pete's need (for now) to return to the main family and the understanding that Kun is a real threat if he stays around ... Also possibly Vegas could try to fuck him stupid before making his play. Oh God. And then tell him that he's been manipulating him all along, just like TAWAN, just like he did when he left that belt the first time - manipulating him to the point where he actually HAS Stockholmed him, to get Pete to the point where Vegas doesn't even have to keep him in handcuffs, doesn't have to put him on a leash to make a pet out of him.

OW. I just HURT myself AGAIN.

I don’t know. But if Vegas could pull it off, then there’s a whole lot of delicious, painful, angsty pining on both their parts, before they come face to face again in the final showdown, and the chips start falling.

[icantspeakspanish]

Obey Me! Brothers react to you behaving like an older, caring but short tempered sibling

a/n: i have no idea how thisll do because for some reason i only post haikyuu content on here🧑‍🦯 || i had to rewrite this entire thing because tumblr just decided to crash outta nowhere😐

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor

masterlist.

Lucifer

he was pretty much the first one to notice how you treated him he brothers and also like, but he didn’t say anything

you weren’t harming or anything, so lucifer’s fine with it

UNTIL you notice how much he overworks himself sometimes

that’s when he’s getting bothered😭

you can’t really tell a demon to go to fucking sleep you tried, it didn’t work🙄

so you’ve come to the decision that it’d be best if you’d stick around in his room until he goes to sleep

why this would change anything you may ask?😟

because you’re annoying the living shit outta him as you should

putting this aside, y’all also often get bothered by the other ones behavior

cuz oldest sibling stuff, the usual shit

BUT as soon as you guys get over these „differences“, you become the most horrific duo in hell

GET IT SIS

that also goes for lucifer’s brothers

when someone messes something up, they’ll feel the DOUBLE pack of sibling wrath

that does not mean that y’all wouldn’t have the others back when they need you

Mammon

swears you’re the best thing that has ever happened to the devildom

all because one time, mammon really wanted something but didn’t have enough money anymore

so youre like:“how much is it?“

and him, not expecting you to actually get that for him, just answering casually

till you wipe out your money and give it to him💀

„wait, are you serious???“

„yeah“

you ain’t even looking at him🥲

as you may have expected, he’ll use that more often now😒

remember how he swore that you’re the best thing that has ever happened to the devildom??

takes everything back as soon as he sees ya angry

Never stopped breathing so fast after hearing „god fucking dang it, Mammon!!“ shout through the entire house

And he can’t lie to you 🥱

Sometimes, the teasing and blaming by his siblings gets the best of him

You SENSE it immediately when something shifts in mammon so you’re quick to make the others stop by either threatening to embarrass them or really just yell the SHIT out of them

It works 😍🤞🏻

And you comfort him too😠

Leviathan

Do i even need to start

Homeboy BARRICADES himself in his room sometimes

🥱🚪 <- you at his door on your nightly round, throwing water and food into his room

Reminding him to stay fucking hydrated, eat his fucking food you protected with your life to not let beelzebub get it

AND OPEN THE FUCKING WINDOW??

He thinks you’re a good listener

And you show interest in his hobbys even though you maybe don’t understand a word

He really appreciates you for violently taking care of him🥰

Still respects you☝🏻

Fucking joking, Levi is terrified of you when you loose your shit

Lovely☺️

Satan

Underestimates you SO HARD BRO

Like mammons like „and then, they yelled at me…“, and he’s like:“Y/n is a human. You can snap their neck, why are you terrified?“

Yeah bitch you tHOUGhT🖕🏻

Views you completely different after you made a demon feel bad by yelling💀

„yeah its basically— did you just grump at me? What are you, a fucking dog??“

„Y/n, that is a demon.“

„so??? no one gonna raise their voice at me.“

Mama ain’t raised no bitch

Thats how he respected you

Listen.

Satan starts loving you after you get him a cat😭

He goes 🥺

„Really????“

You’re also honest with him when you think he’s either in the wrong or right with Lucifer

Will rather listen to you JUST TO PISS LUCIFER OFF LMAOOOO

Asmodeus

HES AMAZING FR

He sees you having a stressed skin and assumes its because you’ve been kept awake day n night because of his brothers

And says you’re very welcome for a skincare night😩😭

I LITERALLY CAN NOT

talking bout love interests all the WAAAAAY

Like you guys are besties, exchanging tea, gossiping n all😭

Will hide behind you when Lucifer gets angry at him because he knows you snap back💀

When something happens, his eyes go immediately to you checking if you jus saw that too HAHAHAHAH

I LOVE ASMO HEY

Will threaten anyone, even in the human world, who’s in question to date you if they break your heart😚

Beelzebub

🥺…

HES SO ADORABLE JEPCJKNWEJNFPIWEJNCF

Beel tries his best to avoid making you angry

And when you’re on your fifth way to the kitchen at 2 AM to get lucifer his fifth glass of milk to fall asleep

You see him sitting there like ☹️

„Hey Beel, what’s wrong?“

„Im hungry.“

You look around a bit confused, then get an idea

„I can bake you a cake if you go back to sleep then?“

„REALLY😲“

So there you go

Screw Lucifer’s glass, he asleep now anyway😠

Some low demon was mean to him?

You’re bout to go feral

One of his brothers picked on him eating

The house is on fire

everything for this men🙄✌🏻

Belphegor

….😄🔪

THE FUCKING BRAT

ITS ALWAYS THE YOUNGEST SIBLING

Belphie LOVES making you angry

Belphie HATES you treating him like a fucking child and all of his words are cries😭

Like he’s trying to provocate you and you look deadass at him and go

„You’re done?😐“

You both try to not smack each other for beels sake <3

[babyboibucky]

The Match - Part 19

Pairing: CEO!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: You are left to make a decision after Bucky’s confession.

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: sexual tension, SMUT, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v penetration, some typa feels or idk KSKSKKSKSKKSKSKKSKSKS

A/N: Hmmm enjoy 😏😏😏

The Match Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

“I’m in love with you and it drives me crazy.”

You weren’t going to lie, you had expected Bucky’s confession. But even so, it still rendered you speechless and unable to comprehend that fuck, he was in love with you. James Buchanan Barnes, CEO of Barnes Group of Companies had fallen in love with you.

Bucky’s eyes remained on yours after his confession, they were bluer than they used to and they held a hopeful glint in them. His hands on your waist were still tight as ever, as if he was afraid that you’d vanish if he didn’t hold onto you tight.

“I...is that the reason why you had an RFID made for me?”

Oh my god.

Out of all the things you could’ve asked, it just had to be so fucking random. You made a face at your response but Bucky found it amusing, given that he laughed at your question. It somehow lightened the atmosphere and reduced the tension.

“You could say that…” Bucky said, still chuckling. “When I told you that I wanted to make things official, I really meant it. I wanted our relationship to be just...honest and full of trust. God, I wanted us to go home together after a long day at work, maybe buy some fast food on our way home. I wanted to learn what kind of shows you watch, are you more into Netflix? Hulu? Maybe we could spend Friday night on my couch, watching anything and everything. I wanted to come home and wake up to you.”

Bucky was smiling the entire time he was talking, as if he had imagined all those things with you. And it made your heart and stomach flutter like never before. His eyes glistened with happiness as he went on and on about the things he had planned out.

Only if things went smoothly in the past.

“I know you probably thought how creepy I was for doing that, but...I wanted all those with you. I still do. And the thought of you doing those things with someone else? Drives me nuts.” he admitted.

You nodded, “That’s why you reacted like that with Mark.” you stated, finally understanding his outburst.

Bucky sighed and glanced up at you, as if he was ashamed. “Seeing you so carefree around him, laughing and just talking...I’m really sorry.” he apologized again.

You squeezed his shoulders, “Thank you for being honest with me.” you softly said.

“I’m not asking you to say it back or to even feel the same way. I’m not asking for forgiveness either, I know it’ll take a lot of time for you to do that. But when I said that you deserve so much better than me, I was being honest.” Bucky said, meeting your eyes once more.

“That’s why I want to become a better person, for you. It won’t happen overnight and there will be times when I would struggle in changing my ways but I promise you, if you give me a chance to prove to you how much I want to be with you...I’ll do whatever it takes. If I have to give up this goddamn company, I’d do it in a heartbeat. Because I love you.”

Twice. Bucky said that he loves you twice and it made your heart do somersaults. However, love was a very strong word and it wasn’t easy for you to figure out whether you felt the same. Without a doubt, you liked Bucky as well because if you didn’t, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt beforehand.

It somehow left you feeling conflicted, Bucky’s confession. Sure, you’d resigned already so technically, it wouldn’t be an issue anymore if you and Bucky continued where things were left prior to the argument.

But your lives were so different, would you be able to keep up with Bucky’s world?

“I...thank you?”

Fuck. Fuckity fuck. You wanted to mentally slap yourself for your response. Even more so when you saw the look in Bucky’s face when you just thanked him for being in love with you.

“I’m sorry. I mean…” you took a deep breath and laughed awkwardly, “I need some time to think about it.” you explained.

Bucky pursed his lips and gave you a tight-lipped smile as he nodded, “Of course.”

The song ended and as soon as Bucky took a step back, you excused yourself and rushed to the restroom. You locked the main door and paced back and forth, panicking because you didn’t know what to do. You never thought about what you’d do in such a situation, you were absolutely clueless.

You started fanning yourself as you tried to calm yourself until a series of knocks surprised you. Opening the door, you were relieved to find Beverly with a sullen expression on her face.

“Finally got you to myself!” she whined, “Are you really leaving? The event is obviously a huge success, isn’t that enough to make you stay?” she asked.

You smiled at her apologetically, “It’s really complicated, Bev. A lot of factors are involved in my decision to leave.”

Beverly sighed, “Is it because of your thing with Sir James?” she asked.

You blushed, eyes wide because how the hell did Beverly know about it?! “What— I don’t know what you’re talking about, Bev. Geez, way to stir the rumor mill. Bucky and I don’t have a thing.” you snorted, avoiding her gaze.

Beverly rolled her eyes, “Aside from you being so defensive right now, it’s so obvious, bestie.”

“What?!” you almost shrieked.

“I mean, well, not you. But Sir James is so obvious, he’s got heart eyes for you every single time you’re in the same room as him. And let me tell you, as someone who’s read plenty of top-10-signs-to-know-that-he’s-into-you type of articles, sir James is so into you.” She explained as if she was spitting facts.

“I figured it out way before the coffee thingy.” She added proudly.

Realizing that there was no use denying it, you told Beverly everything. Well, except the details of your hot, sex escapades with Bucky. You had to cover Beverly’s mouth to stop her from squealing after you told her about Bucky’s confession earlier.

“I can’t believe I’m going to ask you this, but got any advice?” You asked with a defeated sigh.

Beverly shrugged, “Well, do you love him?”

“Love is a strong word.” You said, narrowing your eyes at her.

“Okay, fine. Do you like him?” Beverly asked again.

You pondered for a while, “He’s our boss, so it’s—“

“Bestie, do you like him? That’s all I’m asking.” Beverly said.

“But considering the circumstances and—“

“Ugh, yes or no. Do you like Bucky Barnes?!”

“Even if I left the company, he’s still a CEO and that makes us so different. I don’t know if—”

“Oh my god just don’t think about anything else and focus on my question. Do you like Bucky Barnes?!”

“Yes, okay! I like him! Happy?!” You said.

Well, fuck.

Beverly grinned at you, fluttering her lashes as she hummed. “Then tell him, that’s my advice. He likes...no, he loves you and you like him. I don’t see anything wrong with giving it a chance. See where it takes the both of you, if it doesn’t work then bummer, but at least you tried.”

You deadpanned at Bev, “I cannot believe you just lectured me like that.”

Beverly shrugged, “You’re very smart, bestie. And I honestly look up to you, career-wise. But in love and relationships, you kinda suck.” she said with a grimace.

You rolled your eyes but chuckled, “You know what? You’re actually right.”

She sighed, “You’re still leaving?” she asked again.

You nodded, “You don’t have to worry because I know you can manage without me. You’ve grown a lot and seeing you handle stuff by yourself, it makes me proud. I’m proud of you...bestie.” you teased.

Beverly whined as she held back her tears, “I can’t ruin my make-up, I hate you! But also, I love you and I hope you work things out with Sir James.”

“Thanks, Bev.”

-

“This concludes the event and I’m proud of everyone’s work. Sam needed to go but he’s also extending his thanks to everyone. I know you’re all tired and it’s only Wednesday so I’ll see everyone on Friday. Take the day off tomorrow and get some rest. Have a great night, everyone.” Bucky announced.

Everyone else erupted in cheers, thanking and congratulating Bucky. You immediately approached some of the suppliers and thanked them for their hardwork. You even apologized to the stylist for snapping at her earlier.

“So will I still be seeing you on Friday?” Bucky’s voice made your heart skip a beat.

You turned around and nodded, “I’m staying until next week, just to sort things out.” You said.

There was complete silence between the two of you for a couple of seconds. The air was definitely lighter but you knew that Bucky was waiting for an answer from you.

“Okay.” you mumbled as you smoothed out your dress with your palms.

Bucky looked at you, confusion etched all over his face. “What?”

You bit your lip as you avoided his gaze, “I know you’re waiting for me to say something about what you said earlier. So...okay.” you nodded.

Bucky’s eyes widened at you, his lips twitched as if he was holding himself back from smiling. “Okay as in…?” he confirmed.

You nodded your head again, “We can...take things slow first? Get to know each other and see where that takes us, I guess?” you explained shyly.

“Yes, of course. I can do slow.” he said with enthusiasm.

Warmth crept up from your neck to your face when Bucky smiled widely. He looked around and observed his surroundings, checking whether there were people around. Sadly, the other employees left were either mingling or waiting for their rides. He rubbed his stubbled chin with his hand to hide his smile.

“Drive me home?” you asked, returning the smile.

-

Only a few employees were left by the time you and Bucky walked out of the venue. They were all waiting for their rides and chatting with each other. You and Bucky kept a safe distance from each other, just to make sure that there wouldn’t be anyone suspecting.

Martha called you and congratulated you for the success of the event, “Congratulations to us! Thanks so much for all your help.” you told her, squeezing her arm.

“Do you have a ride home? Do you want me to drop you off?” she asked with concern.

You quickly stole a glance from Bucky who cleared his throat and pretended to be texting someone on his phone. “Oh, my friend will be picking me up. I’m just waiting for her.” you reassured Martha.

Martha smiled and bid goodbye before acknowledging Bucky with a polite nod. As soon as everyone had left, Bucky was quick to call for the valet to fetch his car. He stood a bit closer to you now, but not near enough for your arms to touch.

Tension enveloped the both of you, the good and familiar kind of tension. You actually missed feeling this way, your stomach bubbling with anticipation. You were feeling both excited and nervous and worried, you felt everything all at once and you wondered whether Bucky felt the same.

You were trying to compose yourself mentally when you felt a gentle tap against your knuckles. Looking down at your hand, you realized that Bucky’s fingers were playfully tapping yours. You bit the insides of your cheeks as you looked forward, avoiding his gaze and pretending to be just waiting for your ride.

You quickly returned the gesture, using your index finger touch Bucky’s. It was silly for two adults to be acting like teenagers flirting at the back of the classroom quietly. But you had to admit, you’d missed this— the playfulness and thrill of it all.

Bucky’s car arrived and he was quick to open the door for you, giving you a smile that made you giddy. This was probably going to be a long ride home.

It was quiet as Bucky drove; he had gotten rid of his suit and bowtie, leaving him in his black dress shirt with the top two buttons undone. There was still a little bit of tension and it was obvious that the both of you were controlling yourselves. At least, you were controlling yourself because Bucky looked so fucking good tonight.

He was a bit restless too, especially his right hand that was either on his steering wheel or on his chin. You’d caught him stealing glances at you a couple of times and you saw his eyes lingered on your exposed thigh longer than he should. He must’ve chosen the dress for a reason since the slit was making it hard for you to keep your leg covered.

“Shit, sorry.” Bucky muttered under his breath when he made a wrong turn at an alley and ended up reaching a dead end.

The alley was narrow and a bit dark so he struggled with maneuvering the car. He grunted in frustration and rolled his sleeves up to his elbow before slightly turning to you as he wrapped an arm on the back of your seat.

You felt a familiar throb deep within as you watched Bucky back up his car expertly, flattening his palm on the steering wheel as he looked back while backing out of the alley. Feeling your breathing accelerate, you straightened up on the seat and swallowed hard as you fought the urge to just hop on over to Bucky’s side and straddle him.

God, it’s been far too long.

As soon as Bucky was on the main road, he apologized again and focused on driving. Meanwhile, you were internally struggling because you could feel the throb grow stronger and stronger until you could no longer ignore it.

The car reached the red light at the same time you made a decision.

“I don’t want to go home yet, Bucky.”

-

This was probably the umpteenth time you were going to ask, but what is it with you, Bucky and elevators? You stood next to him inside and the trip to his floor seemed to be taking forever! He had both of his hands inside the pockets of his pants, his eyes fixed on the floor numbers being displayed on the monitor.

“Are you hungry?” he asked, licking his lips.

You stared at his mouth and shrugged, “Maybe. Are you?” you asked back.

Bucky nodded before clearing his throat, “A little.” His eyes darkened as he scanned you from head to toe.

Your toes curled at the gesture, you suddenly felt a little conscious. Thank fuck because the elevator finally reached Bucky’s floor and the two of you hurried out.

Bucky moved slowly as he unlocked the door to his unit, pushing it open for you to step inside. The place was so familiar to you and although you had pretty bad memories inside, you felt differently now. You could hear Bucky’s footsteps follow behind you as you walked into the living room, placing your purse down on the couch.

It was so quiet inside that you could literally hear your heart pounding in your ear. Each of Bucky’s footstep only accelerated your heartbeat until you almost felt lightheaded from how overwhelming you felt being inside Bucky’s place again.

“Do you want anything to—”

Bucky didn’t even get to finish his question because you were quick to turn around and pull him by the collar of his dress shirt for a desperate kiss. The first time your lips touched his made you whimper because good god, it’s been fucking months and you were just dying to have Bucky make you feel good again.

Much to your disappointment, Bucky grabbed you by the arms and pulled you away as he laughed, “Whatever happened to taking things slow?” he panted.

You groaned, “Yeah, yeah, we can do that. Just not tonight.” you breathed out before kissing him again, locking him in place with a hand on his nape.

Once again, Bucky pulled away and flashed you an amused yet uncertain grin, “Don’t you think we should talk about...us...before we…” he asked.

Rolling your eyes, you took his face in your hands, “For the love of god, Bucky. We haven’t fucked in months. We can talk about it afterwards. Just fuck me already.” you said right before jumping at his bones again.

Although your kiss was fast and needy, Bucky tried to slow it down by pulling away ever so slightly to gently cup your face in his hands. He brushed his nose against yours before kissing you again, this time leading you into a slower pace. The way he kissed you was literally breathtaking, it was like he was taking his time exploring your mouth, swiping his tongue against your own.

“Baby, I don’t want to fuck you…” Bucky softly said, the term of endearment making your legs feel like jelly.

Bucky pressed a sweet kiss on your cheek before turning you around, pressing your back against his chest as he swept your hair to reveal your neck.

“You said you wanted to take things slow, yeah, I’ll do that. But let me take it slow tonight too…” he whispered against your neck, licking your skin before kissing it.

His hands landed on your waist as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, sealing his promises with kisses on your ear, the side of your neck and shoulder.

“Missed you so much, you have no idea how crazy you make me. Missed your lips, your skin...your taste. Wanna hear you moan my name again, wanna make you feel so good and I’m going to take my sweet time doing so. I just wanna worship you and make love to you.” he whispered roughly into your ear.

Despite the whimper you elicited, you still managed to tease Bucky. “You’re too cheesy, I hate it.” you said breathlessly.

Bucky laughed, his warm breath tickling your neck. “Yeah? You hate it?” he asked, sliding his hand inside your slit to feel your lace-clad pussy.

“Then why are you so wet already if you hate it?” Bucky asked, pressing his fingers against your clit, making you moan out his name.

You didn’t even bother to respond anymore because Bucky took a step back to unzip your dress from behind. He pressed a kiss on each of your shoulders before sliding the straps off and helping you out of it. When he turned you around, he groaned at the sight of your bare breasts again. He licked his lips and grabbed you by the neck, kissing you fervently this time around.

You began to unbutton Bucky’s top, pulling it out from his pants before sliding it off of his wide shoulders without breaking the kiss. Bucky panted against your mouth when you palmed his crotch, feeling how hard his cock was already. Without warning, he grabbed the back of your thighs and hoisted you up.

“Can feel your wetness soaking my pants, baby.” he said as he brought you into his bedroom.

“Yeah, probably ‘cause the last time I was here you left me high and dry.” you said when Bucky placed you down on the edge of his bed.

He groaned as he knelt right in front of you, “I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you then.” he said, flattening his hand on your abdomen to push you down on his bed.

Bucky spread your legs and planted kisses on the insides of your thighs. His hands were massaging your legs, sliding his palm up and down making you sigh. You sat up just enough to rest your weight on your shoulders and the sight of Bucky looking up at you as he knelt down in between your legs almost made you explode.

He was looking up at you lovingly as he kissed his way up from your knees to your bikini line; he didn’t even break eye contact when he pushed your underwear aside. Bucky lifted one leg up and rested it on his shoulder before he dove in, licking a fat stripe against your folds that made you keen with pleasure.

“God, baby. I missed your taste.” he hummed and continued licking your pussy at a steady pace.

“Fuck, Bucky…” you moaned out loud, throwing your head back in pleasure while arching your back, allowing Bucky to easily slip off your underwear.

Bucky slurped on your juices, licking every drop gushing out of you before moving upwards to give your clit some much needed attention. He placed your other leg onto his shoulder before pulling you further to the edge of his bed, making you squeal.

Locking his arms over your waist, he ate you out hungrily. You fell back onto the bed and gripped Bucky’s forearms, scratching his skin as you moved your hips. Bucky grunted at the feeling of your heels digging into his back, loving how your nails were leaving crescent-shaped marks into his arms.

“Bucky, ‘m not gonna last…” you whimpered when you felt your abdomen begin to tighten.

“It’s okay, baby. You can let go anytime.” he practically growled against your folders as he was lapping you up.

You moaned in response, tangling your fingers into Bucky’s short locks as he sucked and nibbled on your clit. Your eyes fluttered shut when you felt Bucky begin to fuck you with his tongue, his large hands splayed on your abdomen pushing down until your legs trembled around his head.

You came hard, moaning Bucky’s name over and over again as he didn’t stop with his assault. He continued to lick you, even using his fingers to rub at your clit as he coaxed another orgasm out of you.

It didn’t take long for you to soak Bucky’s face with your juices again. You’d been deprived for such a long time that no matter what he’d do to you, you were guaranteed to fall apart.

After your second climax, Bucky thankfully allowed you to recover. He stood up and lifted your leg up, kissing your ankle as he carefully removed your heels. After he was done, you moved upwards on the bed and laid your head on his pillow to catch your breath. By the time you lifted your head up, Bucky had already gotten rid of his pants and boxers.

Your mouth watered upon seeing his cock, hard and glistening with his pre-cum. Wanting to taste him again, you crawled towards the edge of the bed and looked up at Bucky through your lashes.

You were about to take him into your mouth when he stopped you, taking your chin in his hand to tilt your head up. He leaned down and kissed you, allowing you to taste yourself on him. You hummed into the kiss and wrapped a hand around Bucky’s dick, moaning at its warmth and weight on your palm.

“As much as I miss your mouth on my cock, I want to focus on you tonight.” he said, caressing your cheek before crawling on top of you, bringing you with him to the head of his bed.

Bucky took your features in as he caressed your face, “God, you’re so beautiful.” he breathed out.

You took his wrist in your hand and pulled it to your mouth, sucking on his thumb making him hiss. Bucky growled and captured your lips in a bruising kiss at the same time he aligned his cock to your weeping entrance.

“Oh, fuck…” you gasped in chorus with Bucky when he first pushed in.

Your eyes remained on his as he slowly pushed in, inch by inch until he was completely sheathed in your warmth. It felt so intimate, just gazing up at Bucky as he thrusted into you at a slow, steady pace. You realized that you never had sex with him like this— in a private place such as Bucky’s room, in bed with all your clothes off.

It was the opposite of your escapades in the office where things were always rushed, as if the only goal was to reach your climax. But this time, it was so much more than that. True to his words, Bucky took his sweet time with you.

Bucky’s hands held your neck in place as he sped up his thrusts, moaning as he watched your breasts bounce each time he pounded into you. You clawed at his back as you felt the coil build up in your stomach yet again, you wanted release but at the same time, you wanted to prolong the feeling.

Bucky pulled out and flipped you over onto your stomach before sliding back in, his body completely on top of yours as he fucked you deeply. His breath on your neck was sending shivers down your spine and the way his sheets were rubbing against your clit was elevating your pleasure.

The position allowed you to feel all of Bucky inside you; you could feel every drag of his cock against your walls.

“Bucky, fuck...so good…” you moaned, tipping your head back when Bucky held onto your neck.

Bucky pressed soft kisses on your forehead as he moaned your name, “Feel me inside of you, baby?”

You whined and nodded, your hands gripping his sheets so tight your knuckles were almost white. Bucky started placing open-mouthed kisses on your spine as he continued pounding into you, faster and harder each time.

“So close, Bucky!” you whimpered when Bucky hit a particular spot that had your toes curling.

He groaned and grabbed your face, kissing you sloppily as he fucked you into the mattress. “Cum, baby. Let go, I got you.” he encouraged.

A few more thrusts and you turned into a moaning mess, biting onto the corner of Bucky’s pillow as you came hard. Bucky’s hips started to stutter as he chased his own orgasm and as soon as he reached his high, he bit down onto your shoulder and pulled out just in time for his release.

Bucky quickly cleaned you up, wiping his cum on your ass with a napkin before throwing it in the bathroom. When he walked out with a wet washcloth, he found you still on your stomach and dozing off already.

He smiled and kissed your cheek before he cleaned you up, careful not to stir you awake. You were too exhausted from the event and the sex that you fell asleep almost immediately. Bucky sighed and laid down next to you, pulling you to his chest before pulling on the covers.

He pressed his lips against your forehead, murmuring something before he too, began to doze off.

“I love you.”

-

When you woke up the next day, the first thing you noticed was how tightly Bucky was hugging you from behind. You smiled at last night’s memories, finally feeling relaxed and no longer worried. You and Bucky still needed to talk about how things should go moving forward, but for once, you actually felt...happy.

Carefully, you removed Bucky’s arm from your waist and tiptoed to the bathroom to get cleaned up. On your way out of his bedroom, you picked up his black dress shirt from last night and put it on.

The first thing you did was to check whether Bucky had some ingredients to make breakfast. Luckily, the fridge was fully stocked so you decided to just cook instead of buying. Before preparing the ingredients, you went over to the couch to fetch your purse. Taking out your phone, you realized that you were flooded with notifications.

Most of them were your colleagues and friends congratulating you. There was one from Mark and from Beverly too. When you were about to exit your messaging app, a new text popped up.

It was from Maria of Shield Recruitment Firm.

Hi, I’d like to update you about the status of your application. We’d like to invite you for your second and possibly final interview tomorrow at 9:30am. J.R. International’s CEO himself will be the one conducting the interview.

The CEO? Already?! Before you confirmed your attendance, you quickly opened your browser and did some research. As soon as the page was done loading, you clicked on the first link and gasped out loud at the picture that popped up.

Meet the man behind J.R. International’s Success: Steve Rogers

[kissbentennyson]

Hi! I hope your having a great day! How do you think Ben would react to someone confessing to him? Specifically reader who he has had a crush on and is also half alien so they know about his secret (they/them).

-🌠 anon

I don’t write for Alien Force, so I made the actual confession part during Ultimate Alien. Also, I like to over-explain and ramble, soooo…

Being Confessed to by a Half Alien Crush

Ben Prime! x reader head canons | readers gender is not mentioned.

⚠️!Trigger warning!⚠️: Skin picking mentioned.

The two of you met before he defeated the highbreed, you had a few classes together but rarely spoke- however, that didn’t last long. Your dad, who passed well enough as a human with some technological assistance, is active in a lot of alien communities where news spreads fast. You’d overheard conversations between your dad and mom- or his buddies- but didn’t really put two and two together until you were accidentally put in the middle of a fight. Your dad is a peaceful man, but did not hesitate to teach you how to defend yourself and others in the ways he and his people do. So when this happened, you were able to protect yourself, but not without outing yourself.

To your surprise, they took it very well. You were greeted kindly, and you were able to explain everything without any anger. Which, you completely expected the opposite. You and Ben hit it off really quickly, especially when they were nice enough to drive you home and the two of you were in the back seat of Kevin’s car.

The two of you kept in contact, he’s a little flakey when it comes to hanging out- but you put in the effort. Whether it’s actually going out to do something fun or hanging around either of your places- it’s always pretty fun. You’re always really fun and you have enough energy to keep up with him without, like, complaining about it or him. On that same note- You don’t find him or his interests annoying, or get angry when he has to dip or cancel because of hero/plumber stuff.

It’s safe to say that he developed a crush on you pretty quickly. However he is garbage at noticing the subtle signs that someone likes him, so he is completely oblivious to your feelings.

If you have inherited abilities or physical traits from your father, he thinks it's so cool. With all the caution you were raised with, you would have expected him to be put off by it, but he wasn’t at all. Even if it’s not something that would be conventionally attractive, he thinks it’s really cute cool.

Even so, there was the fear of you getting hurt because of him, even with your heritage and knowledge on self defense. So, he swallows his feelings and the two of you remain friends which is increasingly hard to do the more you see each other- but he doesn’t want to just shut you out!

When his identity is eventually revealed to the world, it gets a lot harder for the two of you two hang out- Hell, he can barely hang out with Gwen and Kevin without being swarmed by cameras. Of course the separation makes it a little easier to deal with his crush on you, but he’s really bummed out that you two can’t hang out as often. You feel the same way, but it’s not being followed around by reporters or someone trying to get paid by taking unsolicited photos- you can deal with that- but it worries your parents to high hell. So you even had to distance yourself, which really hurt.

Ben had become one of your closest friends, and you’d be damned if you hadn’t developed feelings for him. I mean, who in their right mind wouldn’t? You two saw each other less often as time passed, but tried to make time to text or something. Eventually you became tired of waiting and pretending that you didn’t have feelings for him whenever you saw each other. So, you made the decision to tell him the next time you had the chance to hang out.

It started with a text.

“Hey, are you free today?”

And now you’re sitting with him, in his car, just hanging out. These were always your favorite types of Hangouts, just parked somewhere talking about what had gone down since the last time you two saw each other. You liked listening to him go on about the things he had done since. There were always elaborate stories about him saving the planet, or the galaxy from threats- which was followed up by you sharing more drama and domestic things. It always helps to remind you of how big the universe is and that there's more out there, and you always seem to help ground him or to help deflate his ego a bit.

This was no different, but this time, once you two had both finished each of your catch ups and faded into silence… You knew what you needed to do. However, you were painfully nervous, for obvious reasons. You were picking at your fingernails and peeling away at the skin of your bottom lip with your teeth, a nervous habit you have. Pretty much everyone you are close to knows about it, what it means, and when to intervene because you don’t really seem to notice. What finally got you out of your nervous daze was him gently pulling at the cuff of your sleeve, trying to pry one hand from the other.

“Hey, is something up? You seem pretty nervous.”

You were, it was obvious you were. (To be fair, he is a little bit as well.) You give a short nod before your teeth stop their crusade on your lip. “Yeah, actually… I have something to tell you.” You felt your chest tighten and you started to regret it a little bit. His express turns into a neutral nerious one, enveloping the concerned one he had on prior. With how nervous you seem, He first assumes that you’re in danger. Only for that to be very wrong.

“Okay, here goes nothing… I really like you- Like, like, like you. I’ve had a crush on you for a while, and I thought that it would be best to tell you because pretending like I didn’t really bothered me.”

You let out a huge sigh afterwards, the feeling of weight on your chest seemed to be mostly gone. Looking away, you feel embarrassment fill you as his jaw- quite literally- drops. It was quiet for a while, and you felt yourself lean away from him, against the car door. You started to prepare yourself for the end of the friendship as you heard him gently say your name. “I-” He felt this hard lump form in his throat, and it felt like he couldn’t speak. The confusion had cleared, but he felt excited and nervous. His shoulders go slack, turning and facing the wheel instead. “I like you too.” You look up from your lap and straight to him.

He’s so confused. First, He was not expecting anything close to this magnitude to be dropped on him today. Second, he was so sure that you didn’t like him back.

Like, this can’t be real, right? There’s no way this was real, you don’t like him back… right? Well, obviously, wrong.

He took you home soon after because neither of you had thought what to do afterwards- neither of you had ever thought the other would feel the same, so why would you think about it? Neither of you were ever supposed to confess, but here you both are.

He honestly doesn’t know what to do, it was so abrupt. He spills everything to Gwen and Kevin. To which he is quickly brought to the conclusion of how stupid it was for him not to ask you out- also, Gwen bringing to light how you must feel. Having spilled your guts first, only to have it reciprocated, but then having no word afterwards. You must be so confused! (Hint hint, she’s right.) After that, she actually reaches out to check on you.

You two didn’t speak or see each other for two days afterwards, until the both of you coincidentally ended up at a Mr. Smoothies at the same time. Totally no interference from Gwen. None. (/s)

You went over to and asked to talk to him, to which Gwen and Kevin were suddenly gone. The conversation was long and even consisted of both of your humors. It even started to feel like you two were just hanging out. You both explained everything you could and came to be comfortable with how things progressed. So, in short…

You asked him out.

[russian-soft-bitch]

Check the Information Next Time

Nick Goode x reader

Requested: no

Summary: when using unverified information, be careful. It can backfire on you.

Warnings: murder, being okay with murder, shooting people, trying to kill teenagers

A/n: don't kill people in real life. That's an okay thing to do only in fiction

We should discuss more ideas bestie @darling-i-read-it

It was hard few days. Work was piling up on you, not a second of free time. You were just finishing up, getting last bits of work done for today. Hoping to see your husband tonight, you were thinking about spending at least a couple of hours with him. He had a lot of work himself, being a sheriff meant to have very little free time even without serious incidents happening. ‘String of murders’, as they called it in press, was your husband’s job to deal with, but he assured everyone that the killer was taken down and that the case was closed.

You knew all about it, obviously. You saw the killer’s name being carved down on a large stone with the knife that was yours and with the hand that felt so nicely holding your own.

The day Nick was making his best to read latin right, you were there with him, supporting him in everything, just as a good wife should. You knew it wasn't his first time, but all those years ago his father's advises were still bright in his mind and it wasn't so hard for him to do. That day, however, he couldn't to that without your support. You knew, of course, he told you early on. Hoping you would stay no matter what. And you did.

Opening the door that led to the parking lot, you saw the face you hoped to never see in your life. C. Berman or Ziggy, as Nick, your husband, was referring to her as. You saw her face only in those old papers that were shown to you when you were in high school. She didn’t really change. You instantly understood what Nick saw in her, bright eyes and just as bright red hair.

When Nick was telling you about her, he called her his first love. Or so he thought until he met you. Goode told you that she just happened to be in the right place and the right time for him to think that he’d fallen for her.

You hoped to never see her face, afraid that she would be in any sense better than you. God didn’t hear your prayers, but you didn’t expect him to.

“You’re Y/N Y/L/N, right?”, said the girl who stood next to Ziggy, Deena was her name, as you would know later.

“Yes, that’s me. What do you want?”

“We need to talk”

You nodded and let them inside your office.

Two days later you realized how grateful you were that Nick gave his permission to you to keep your maiden name. You were known in Sunnyvale and wanted to keep it as your own success, not your husband’s. Little did you know that this decision would help you to save Nick’s life.

***

Making sure the gun was loaded, you took it off the safety and held it up comfortably, expecting to have to use it any minute now.

Ziggy was right beside you, staring tensely at the door. Nick was going to walk in any minute, and there would be no turning back.

Two days ago, Deena and Ziggy asked to help them in getting rid of the Goodes. Ziggy read long ago somewhere that you and Nick used to be friends. You didn’t deny that but also didn’t add anything to it. She assumed you probably knew him better than anyone now, she didn’t see him since the Nightwing Camp incident. You agreed to help them but were already making a plan of your own.

The door opened, and Nick stepped in carefully. He looked around the room, one hand on his gun, ready to shoot anyone.

Ziggy took a step forward, leaving you behind. Both she and Deena didn't want to put you at unreasonable risk.

“Ziggy?” His eyes landed on you, and you could see the disappointment and love at the same time in his eyes, “Y/N? What are you doing here?”

Just as you shouted, “Get down!”, streaks of the blood were making their way to cover your husband entirely but missed him by a miracle. You never expected Nick react so fast to your words, but you were glad he did. You fired your gun, and one of the bullets you were so carefully putting in an hour ago ended up in Ziggy’s thigh. Deena and the guy you never learned the name of were going to next point in their plan, still ready to fight.

You knocked the gun out of Ziggy's hand and took it with you.

She was lying on the tile, staring at you with an ineffable sense of hatred.

"I see you haven't read the papers in a long time, Ziggy. If you had, you'd know he was my fucking husband."

Seeing the shock on her face made you feel surprisingly good and calm in the strange circumstances you were currently in.

“Check the information next time”, just as you were finishing the phrase, Nick grabbed your arm, and you both ran outside.

***

Sitting in his car, you started to understand what exactly happen what could’ve happened if you weren’t there. You looked at him and kissed his temple.

“If you’ll die, I will kill you”

“I have no doubt, love, but you’re not getting rid of me anytime soon”, he took your hand in his and kissed it without taking his eyes off the road.

[phoenixyfriend]

Time-Traveled Clones Give Anakin a Mental Breakdown

So @purronronner​ suggested the below on discord:

mental time travel au but it’s only clones (definitely Cody and/or Rex, possibly others)

Which we obviously all took and just... ran with. Contributors include Purrs, @the-lunar-system, and @atagotiak.

Initial brainstorming was just us trying to figure out how many clones did the mental travel, from when, etc. - Ended up deciding on 'significantly post-O66' and 'some but not all' - Mostly it's the angle that the only people who have an idea of what’s coming are the ones who aren’t even seen as people by most. THey have very little leverage to work with but they’ve gotta do something.

(I personally like the idea that Boba travels because Jango has to deal with the fact that His Baby Boy is suddenly much more adult and serious and also telling him that the whole Kamino thing is going to Destroy Everything Including Mandalore, And Revenge Against The Jedi Won't Be Worth It, but that idea got scrapped because he's got too much influence via dad.)

Rex and the clones that died when Rex & Ahsoka were escaping 66. Because Rex would probably be very regretful he couldn’t save them. The others would probably be understanding of the situation and even worse some of them would be thankful that he stopped them. - Strategic mass desertion via faked KIA reports as medics smuggle people out to investigate what's trying to kill the Jedi through the clones - Also they can manage a lot by doing surgeries and reprogramming Med droids and stuff. At the very least Palpatine can’t manage such a sudden and decisive victory without subverting the clones. The political angle is probably still a complicated mess but he can’t just snap his fingers and do a genocide, y’know? - IMO at least Fives is definitely on the list of time-travelers.

The Krell Situation is, uh... handled. Quickly. - Sometimes friendly fire just happens, you know? Accidents.

Mass Distrust of Anakin Skywalker - He knows they don't like him but has no idea why. - On the one hand, they loved them some TCW Anakin. On the other hand, look where that takes him...

Anakin keeps feeling like the clones are mourning him while he's standing right there. More than the other Jedi, even! All the Jedi feel vague grief from some of the clones, usually in a way that makes no sense, but the vibe they have around Anakin is a mindfuck. - Some of them want to get away and fast, some of them want to figure out how to fix him, none of them are at all happy with this.

He does one of those somewhat concerning TCW things where Imperial March plays faintly in the background, and while in the first timeline the clones would write it off as him being a little bit angrier than most Jedi (and he never takes it out on them, y’know?), this time they’re reacting… poorly. - They're scared of him this time. - And lbr the clones... while they’re largely good, moral people, have less rigid ethical rules than the Jedi and are more used to thinking of things in terms of us-vs-them as well as the Jedi-know-best conditioning, so they probably wrote off a lot the first time around (and now blame themselves, just a little, for Vader).

They, uh, they maybe get a bit twitchy... and the specific fear a few of "Vader's Fist" feel is so similar to the fear Anakin sensed around slaves in Gardulla's that he starts having flashbacks. - Anakin at one point spirals so deep into a flashback that he mutters something about how "she" is going to eat him and nobody can figure out who the fuck he's talking about, because nobody knows about Gardulla, possibly not even Obi-Wan, since that was TODDLER Anakin and while Watto may have come up, Obi-Wan probably didn't even think Anakin would have remembered toddler-age stuff, so Gardulla was never really discussed. - All anyone knows is that Anakin is fine with Ahsoka, so it's not her, but she's the only person on board using she/her pronouns so far since none of the clones are socially transitioning yet. - (Apparently Gardulla just ate her slaves sometimes? And Anakin had to live with the knowledge that that was a possibility for him? Until he was three? Fucked up, bro.) - (I'm just really invested in AUs where Anakin's 'not going evil' path kicks off in part with a breakdown where he can't keep himself in denial about the slavery element of the clones anymore.)

"They're scared of me." "Sir--" "They're scared the way we all were at Gardulla's what did I do?"

This would be pretty soon after Return to Tatooine, and Tatooine Three: Electric Boogaloo so Anakin is like... peak slave trauma rn anyway.

Anakin has a breakdown much earlier than in canon, and in precisely the opposite direction, loudly and blatantly enough that the Temple has to ground him for a bit, and even Palpatine can't get that overturned until the medics say so. - Also one of the key points: Anakin doesn’t resent it in the same way. - It’s uh. Less. The “The Jedi are afraid of my power (and Palpatine says that’s why I can’t just do what I want)” and more “the clones are afraid of my power (arguably with good reason)”

people above you fearing (+ limiting) you: hits right in the slave trauma people under you fearing you: still slave trauma but flipped all the way around

This is just back to back: - Mom died because you couldn't save her, on Slave Planet - You slaughtered an entire tribe of Tuskens, including the children, and have been putting a lot of effort into convincing yourself you're not a monster - You got chained up and threatened with public execution via Consumed by Big Thing (and are abruptly reminded of toddlerhood, where you were at risk of being Consumed by Gardulla, a Big Thing) - Clone army, basically slaves, can't think about that too hard or you'll freak out - (Secret marriage, which is stressful but not hitting the slave trauma button.) - You had to save a baby Hutt -- You had to help a slaver Hutt -- ON SLAVE PLANET AGAIN -- WHILE THE HUTT IS THREATENING TO KILL YOU - (Someone just GAVE YOU A CHILD, which is stressful but not hitting the slave trauma button.) - Half the clones treat you like a more impuslive Obi-Wan, and half of them are... scared and wary and you don't know what to do about that - You did something kinda fucked up and now half the slaves clones are fine and the other half feel like they're waiting for you to kill them in your anger - Fuck - Fuck

[wreckmetoji]

idfc

An ongoing fic in which you don't realize you have both Fushiguros at your feet.

↳ Toji Fushiguro/Reader ↳ Minor elements of Megumi Fushiguro/Reader Part 1/?

Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4

content warning. mentions of alcohol, profanity, minor angst, unrequited love, age gap, eventual smut This is part one of a several part story revolving around smut. **Minors DNI**

Length 1.5k words

A fun night resulting in a drunken mistake. That's all this was, right? The shock and humiliation upon waking up completely naked in a bed that wasn't your own is what immediately clouded your mind. Sitting up, you held your head in a desperate attempt to subdue the vicious pounding, face scrunched in pain. You had gone out for drinks with Itadori, Nobara, and Megumi, but you must have been blackout for half the evening. That's the only reasonable assumption, considering you didn't know where you were or how you got here. Really, what and how much did I drink last night? With one last squeeze of your head to get your bearings, you slowly opened her eyes, looking around the room in hopes of gathering your clothes as quickly as possible and getting the fuck out. Whoever owned this room probably didn't want their one night stand to overstay their welcome either. Wait.... You knew this room. You knew it like the back of her hand. No, no way. "Oh, you're awake." There's no fucking way. The resounding 'click' of the door closing behind the familiar figure made your stomach drop. You went pale, much to his dismay. He didn't show it. "Look, we don't... we don't have to-" "Megumi, what the fuck happened?" Deep blue eyes bore into your own, what was that look he was giving you? What was he to expect? The two of you had been attached at the hip since the end of high school, you were close, but not like this. Your panicked eyes followed his movements, watching him step towards you and sit on the edge of the bed. You instinctually pulled the dark duvet higher, making sure you were covering anything that may have been exposed. "It seems things got a little out of hand last night, I don't know how else to say this." "Did we actually, like... sleep with each other?" When he didn't say anything, didn't even react, seconds seemed to turn into minutes. 'No, I cleaned you up because you threw up everywhere. That's really why you're naked'. That must have been- "Yes." "Like, we had sex?" ".... Yes." Your head pounded in protest of the answer you didn't want to hear. He was like a brother to you, how did this happen? Megumi extended his hand, placing the pills he had brought on the bed beside you, catching the subtle shift of you pulling the blanket up higher out of the corner of his eye. "I'll give you some space. I folded your clothes, they're on top of my dresser. After you're done maybe we can... talk about this. Take your time," He exhaled the last of his sentence, standing up and leaving the room again. You hadn't ever gotten dressed that fast in your life. You didn't even bother with your bra and underwear, simply carrying them in the crook of your arm. Rushed footsteps came to a screeching halt when met with a tall broad form blocking the hallway. Toji seemed to be just as confused as you, viridescent eyes darting between your very disheveled appearance, your smeared makeup, and the undergarments you held in your hands. You couldn't tell by his expression, or lack thereof, but you made the safe assumption he came to the conclusion of what had transpired the second he saw you. "I'm sorry Mister Fushiguro, pardon me," You politely excused yourself, squeezing by him and running down the stairs. In one swift motion you had picked up your shoes, swung the front door open, and firmly closed it behind you, leaving nothing but an uncomfortable silence in the Fushiguro household. It took you a while to get home, not stopping for a second to even put your shoes on just in case someone were to run after you. You had no doubts Megumi would. The jingling of your keys, the click of the lock, and the loud slam of the door behind you is what finally set you off. The rest of your day was spent in self loathing, crying, tylenol, and regular trips in and out of the bathroom to empty the nothingness in your stomach. Only as the sun was setting, orange and dark blue painting the sky, did you decide you needed to text Megumi about what happened. That was, if you had your phone. "Are you KIDDING me?!" You grumbled to yourself, flipping over cushions, digging through the clothes you had worn last night, scouring every surface. You must have left it at his house. His room. Newfound humiliation washed over you, knowing that you would have to see him face to face. Knock knock. Jumping at the sudden sound, you looked over to the door with wide inquisitive eyes. Did Misses Kageyama lose her cat again? You tiptoed over to the door, having to stand on your toes to look through the peephole. Today is so shit, you thought to yourself, unlocking and opening your door, but not removing the deadbolt. You peered at the tall man on the other side, warily looking up at him through your lashes. "Yeah, that's the reaction I was expecting," Toji sneered, holding out a familiar cellular device. "Kid said you might want this back." You slipped your much smaller hand through the door, grabbing onto it and tugging. Once you realized he wasn't going to let go, you let out an exasperated sigh, closing your eyes and leaning your forehead on the back of the door. "How did you get past the door-man? You didn't buzz up." "I didn't give him a choice." Toji mused, the side of his lips twitching up. "So are you gonna stand here with my phone hostage all night? Or can I close my door." You were visibly agitated. He was obviously sent here for a reason, but with how amused he seemed at your grumpy exterior you couldn't imagine he was here on behalf of defending Megumi. His lack of response was all you needed, knowing how stubborn he was. One dejected sigh and adjustment of the deadbolt later, Toji was pushing himself through and headed for the kitchen. Make yourself at home, you rolled your eyes at his intrusive behavior. "He wanted to come by and give it to you, but I told him it'd probably be better if I did it," Toji explained upon reaching the kitchen island, leaning against it and patting a bar stool. Begrudgingly, you shuffle over and sit down. Toji always had a rocky relationship with his son, and you knew this. Megumi once told you to think of Toji is more of an older friend than a parental figure, since he's really not good at that. With that mindset, being around him became significantly less tense, giving you room to express yourself freely. "You looked like shit leaving the house this morning." "You can leave now." Toji put the phone down, sliding it towards you on the granite countertop. "Look, I'm not here to judge what you kids are or aren't doing, all I'm saying," He paused, eyes never leaving yours, "Is that you didn't seem very happy with your decision." "Actually, it seems like you regret it a lot." He was right. You knew he was right, if you could go back in time right now and even prevent yourself from going out with everyone, you would do it in a heartbeat. You felt disgusted in yourself, this was akin to having sex with a sibling for you. Even though you didn't say anything, the expression you held and the way you chewed the inside of your cheek spoke volumes. Toji didn't seem to miss that. "In my experience," He broke the silence, "The best way to get over regrettable sex is to have unregrettable sex." Your eyes locked with his, throat suddenly becoming dry. "Where was that keen parenting when you were raising Megumi?" You meant to sound bitter, but it came out as a whisper. He chuckled at your meek attempt to halt the conversation. He decided to ignore it. "I'm giving you a line, it's up to you if you wanna grab it or not." He leaned back over the counter as he spoke, hand coming down to your knee and inching, painstakingly slowly, up your leg. "If I know anything-" "Do you?" He gripped your thigh, it must have been hard enough to bruise, but the look in his eye was more dangerous than his hands. Instinctively, you pressed your thighs together, heart racing and God you hoped he couldn't hear it. "I'm an expert at fucking," Toji's tone dropped, viridescent eyes drinking in your flustered appearance, but stopping at where his hand was on your upper thigh. His grip loosened, gently caressing the skin there. "After I'm done with you, Megumi'll be the last thing on your mind. You want to feel good?" Everything that had happened today, all of your regrets, all your frustration, your humiliation, came crashing down on you, it fogged your mind. Toji was undeniably attractive, you've known that since the moment you met him. If you do this, there's no turning back. "What do you think?" He pressed, his hand moving up to the seam of your shorts. Fuck it. "What... did you have in mind?" The predatory grin that split his face made you surge with fear and delight, watching his scar pull taught in the most deliciously tantalizing way. "Why don't I show you?"

[ramzawrites]

requesting an angsty fic where reader is schlatts kid and they have the same features as him, namely the horns so people avoid them because of what schlatt did, it leads to reader hating their horns and cutting them off/ ripping them out and someone finds them crying, covered in blood with their horns just on the ground or smth, set after schlatts death btw

A Painful Reminder - Dad!Schlatt and Reader - Part 1

Part 2

GN

Pairings: none

Characters included: Quackity, Niki, (mentioned) Schlatt, (mentioned) Techno

Warnings: self harm (destroying own horns with a blunt object), mention of blood, abondenment, depression, cursing

Series: an angst request!

Summary: Y/N is the child of Schlatt and after his death tried their best to deal with the grief. Hoping to connect with people only to painfully realize that their horns are a painful reminder to everyone for Schlatt’s rule and therefore try to stay as far as possible from them.

Words count: 2428

Authors Note: I hope this is fine! I struggled a bit with it and I think you can tell, I apologize for that. I’m honestly not that good with angst but if you enjoy it I’m happy!! Please give me feedback on how to get better at angst :o

I love you guys and please take care of yourself 💙

After Schlatt died and Pogtopia effectively won the war against Manberg only for the nation to get blown up by Wilbur, the people tried their best to rebuild with the help of Tubbo as the new president.

There was a new sense of hope that swept through the nation. They all suffered greatly to get to this place but this was a turning point for most. A time for healing. A time for rebuilding what was lost. A time for grief.

While Y/N spent most of their time building up their own home inside L’Manberg, they were struggling a lot with grief.

They mourned for the loss of the only parent they had in their life, Schlatt.

The president of Manburg, the tyrant that died surrounded by his enemies inside a van. The only parent of Y/N.

The relationship between the two was complicated to say the least. Deep inside they still loved their father but he brought so much pain and even bloodshed on people that they couldn’t in good conscience support him.

For the longest time they tried their best trying to persuade him, that he would change his way but he never listened. Either too full with his own ego or too drunk to care. The last straw that broke the camel’s back for Y/N was when Schlatt ordered Tubbo’s execution.

The emotions they felt while they yelled and wailed at Schlatt to stop this madness was still fresh in their mind whenever their thoughts lingered back to that day. Quackity had to  physically restrain and pull them back on Schlatt’s orders.

It was the moment they realized that there was no way for them to reach Schlatt anymore. He was set in his way and nothing could change that.

After their death to Technoblade’s blood lust during the festival, they ran away and spoke with Tommy. Y/N didn’t want to kill Schlatt but they saw in Pogtopia a chance to stop him. Make him see what he has done. Make him responsible for his actions.

Only this never came to pass. Schlatt died inside a dirty van. A heart attack or a stroke. Y/N didn’t know, nor did they care. He was dead either way.

While everyone was rebuilding and trying to fall back into a normal day to day life. Y/N was lost. They didn’t feel particularly close to anyone nor did the other seem to trust them. Their eyes were always drawn towards Y/N’s horns resting on their head.

During Schlatt’s rule they became somewhat of a symbol. A symbol for himself, for pain, for blood, for tyranny. So when Y/N walked around town the others couldn’t help but stare at these oh so similar horns that reminded them of a past best forgotten.

It made Y/N unsure of themself. It was a physical proof of their connection to their father. It was a double edged sword. In the past they loved that they inherited similar Hybrid traits like their father but now it was the reason why everyone seemed to avoid them.

The people wanted to move on but these damn horns pulled them back whenever their eyes fell on them. Y/N wasn’t stupid. They noticed this pretty fast.

Hell, if anything the funeral was the best proof for that. Bad tried his best to keep everyone under control and have a proper funeral but everyone was too busy celebrating. Talking about stealing his bones. Destroying a picture of him.

All while Y/N sat in the back. They had hoped they could use this funeral as a way to finally say goodbye, let go off the pain and regret but all this chaos just made them realize that the people will never properly accept them due to their relation with Schlatt.

Schlatt may have put all of the people through a horrible and unforgivable time but he effectively snuffed out any chance for Y/N to live a normal life between these people. This legacy of his for Y/N stung almost deeper than all the time he insulted them or flat out ignored them. It made them wonder if he ever realized what he did to his own child. Even if he did Y/N wasn’t sure he cared enough to do anything about it.

Y/N wrung their hands as they stood in front of Niki’s and Puffy’s flower shop. The money ready in their hands so this transaction could happen faster but even so they were too nervous to step in.

After some mental pep talk they finally slowly pushed the wooden door open. To their horror it begun creaking which made them wince. There was no way Niki hasn’t noticed them walking in seeing how she stood at the counter but still Y/N didn’t want to put more attention on themself than they absolutely had to.

“Oh.” Was all Niki said. She almost sounded disappointed. Y/N realized that she probably would have happily greeted anyone else coming into the shop but them.

Their eyes were glued to the ground. As they suddenly became overly aware of their horns, it felt like their weight increased immensely. Almost as if they tried to press down on Y/N. It made them feel as small and worthless as possible under the gaze of other people.

Y/N put the money on the counter as soon as they reached it “A full bouquet of purple hyacinth, please.”

“Alright.” Niki immediately moved away in order to make the bouquet ready. Though Y/N didn’t watch, they were now staring at the wood of the counter. Following he natural lines of it with their eyes as they patiently waited.

After a few minutes Niki placed the flowers in front of Y/N which pulled them out of their thoughts and made them look up. Niki forced a smile on but she still looked almost stern. Soft crevices building up as her eyebrows formed a painful frown.

“This is too much.” Niki begun pushing some of the money back towards Y/N but they shook their head.

“It’s a tip.”

Picking the flowers up into their arms they tried to put on a genuine smile before turning around to walk out of the shop.

Before they exited the shop they could hear Niki say a soft “Thanks.”

That was basically how every conversation with anyone went. Only short and the most necessary words. At first Y/N tried to start genuine conversation but they soon noticed how the others wouldn’t react. Just trying to get as fast as possible through this conversation. Their eyes always directed on Y/N’s horns.

After Y/N placed the flowers in front of Schlatt’s grave, like they did every week, they made their way towards the river.

Sometimes they would spend their time there since it’s a bit farther away from the city, so it was rare to see someone else hanging out there. Y/N mostly used this place to fish in peace. If they fished anywhere near the others their stares and frowns weighed too heavy down on them.

As they sat at the bank of the river, preparing their fishing line, their eyes fell unto their own reflection.

Dark circles adorned their eyes from their countless restless nights. Only falling asleep after hours of crying.

They couldn’t help but put the blame on their horns. Their god damn horns. Y/N hated them. Hated them so much. What would their life be like without them? Would the others still eye them so incredibly cautiously? Would they give Y/N a chance? After all Y/N was vocal about the fact that they didn’t support any of Schlatt’s decisions. For the longest time they tried to help the others through the hard times!

Yet, now as he was dead, they only showed Y/N the cold shoulder. If it wasn’t Y/N themself then the reason has to entirely lay on the horns. It was a too strong reminder of Schlatt.

A sob escaped Y/N’s lips. Tears now falling down their cheeks onto the green grass. No one was around so they didn’t mind crying loudly like this.

It was just so unfair. They did everything they could and yet all they reaped was disdain from the people and in a sick twist Y/N couldn’t even fault them for it. Whenever they saw their own reflection, their own eyes would be drawn to their dark horns after all.

Back in the day they were always happy looking at them but now they were the reason for Y/N being abandoned by everyone. They used to be somewhat good friends with Quackity due to his position as Schlatt’s Vice President and even he ignored them as soon as Schlatt was dead.

They had no one and at fault were these stupid, ugly horns.

Y/N let the fishing rod fall to the ground as they continued staring at their reflection. Trembling as they sobbed. Feeling so lonely with no way out.

What could they do? Put on a hat? There is no hat big enough to hide their horns. No, the horns had to go. There was no other way.

Shakily their hand snaked through the grass towards the water. Slowly submerging it into the ice cold liquid as the hand continued searching for something. As their hand landed on a stone that fit perfectly in their palm they held it in front of their face. Inspecting it.

As if to test it they softly tapped the stone against the tip of their horn. Their head moving with it. It felt weird. It didn’t hurt, of course, but it was still a weird feeling as the soft vibration traveled through it.

Letting out a shaky breath they reached back with their arm. The stone in an iron grip.

They hated this.

They hated everything about this but what could they possibly do? What could they do to get a proper chance at a normal conversation with Niki while buying flowers? A proper chance to talk with Quackity again, the man who was right there with them as all the bullshit happened.

All they wanted was a real chance to connect with people.

Y/N let out a sobbing scream as the stone collided with their horn, ripping off a good part of the tip.

It softly splashed into the water. Getting stuck between rocks, slowly rocking with the water stream.

“I don’t want to be alone anymore.” They stammered between sobs as they once again pulled their arm back in order to strike the horn again.

Again.

Again.

And again.

Their arm and hand hurt from constantly colliding with the hard material. A huge headache was now spreading through their head as they were sitting between broken pieces of what used to make up their horn.

But they weren’t done yet. The other side had to go as well.

With every new blow their whimpers would increase as well. At first a result of their hopelessness but it soon turned into an expression of pain. But they couldn’t give up. They had to keep going.

They had to get rid off this legacy Schlatt left them with.

After a particularly harsh blow they suddenly felt something warm slide down the side of their head.

Letting the stone fall down onto the ground they frantically stared at their own reflection in the water. It was blood.

Shocked they let out a shaky laugh. As much as it hurt and was horrible to look at, there weren’t any rest pieces of the horn resting on their head. So they picked the rock back up and with a blood curdling scream they slammed it into the other horn again, trying to get rid of the rest properly.

And it worked.

They were light headed from the pain, bleeding and crying but the horns were gone.

They were finally free of the curse.

“Finally.” They mumbled to themself only to finally take the time to rest and cry. They cried their god damn heart out. It was as if all the stress from the last couple of months finally jumped off their back.

Y/N’s back hit the soft ground as they slammed back, staring at the leaves up above them. Dancing with the wind and only occasionally giving away to the sun that was shining down on them.

Dark red blood staining the green grass. Their eyes growing heavier the more they continued to cry and hyperventilate. This pain is nothing. From this point on everything has to get better. It has to.

There was an audible gasp.

It wasn’t Y/N but they were too tired to look where it came from.

“Y/N? What the hell did you do? What happened? By Ender you are bleeding!” it was a male voice. Quackity? They weren’t too sure. Too delirious to tell.

Strong hands fell on their arms and pushed them up in a sitting position. Their head rolled back and they finally looked into Quackity’s pale face. So, they were right after all.

One of his arms went around their back in order to hold the crying Y/N upright as he took a better look at the wounds.

“I have to get you to someone who knows how to make healing pots. Maybe regeneration? Hell if I know. Did you do this? Your hands are covered in blood.” He was frantic.

Y/N shakily moved their hands up in order to grab Quackity’s hand that was holding their head in place and pushed it away from them, smearing his hand with their own blood “Don’t worry. I freed myself. The horns are gone. Now, you guys don’t have to be reminded of him anymore. We can all finally live in peace. No more reminders to him.”

Quackity’s eyes widened. His mouth opened up in an expression of pure shock. He hated that he could tell immediately what they meant exactly. After the war he did avoid them as much as he could. As Y/N said they, or rather their horns, reminded him too much of Schlatt and he needed time to heal but he never imagined this could lead to this.

He felt incredibly guilty. Realizing that he never really thought about what everyone’s behavior did to Y/N.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. We’ll find a way to help you.” His arm went under Y/N’s legs and with some straining he managed to get back up, holding them in his arms. Y/N leaned their head against Quackity’s chest, staining it with their blood in the process.

“See. It’s already working.” They whispered just before passing out.

“Fuck.” Quackity had to find someone who knew how to heal them as soon as possible. Jogging back into the city calling frantically out for help.

[dracowars]

Really love your draco ficsss 🤗🤗🤗 i was wondering if you can make one before the war where draco obliviated reader then looks for her after the war aaaa would love to see your take on ittt tag me

remember me | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x reader

word count: 1,8k

summary: where draco obliviates y/n

a/n: while doing research for this one i didn’t even know that when you use obliviate, you can’t reverse it anymore if you’ve used the wand for another spell :o i guess you always learn something new lmao @belladaises i hope you like it! <3

warnings: angst, mentions of blood

universe: harry potter

Footsteps and screams echo through the dark corridors of Hogwarts as Draco finds himself in one of the hallways after apparating there mere seconds ago. Getting to the right place at the right time, he immediately gets hold of some of the Slytherins, including his friends, whom he pulls with him, informing them about his – or rather Lord Voldemort’s – plan. Draco knows what he has to do, but he also knows the consequences his actions will have.

His hands are shaking, and he is having a difficult time to breathe after they walked from one side of the castle to the other, wands drawn and always at the ready in case there are any emergencies or incidents on their way. What Draco did not expect, however, is that he will find you along his way.

With a pained expression on your face, you lean against one of the cold brick walls, about to lose your footing and to fall to the ground when Draco is already at your side and catches you in his arms before you can hit the hard floor. Previously, he quickly ordered Blaise and Goyle to move on without him and wait for him until he is done here. Carefully, Draco sinks to the ground with you and places you close to him in order to be able to take a closer look at you.

“Y/N! Y/N, what happened?”, he asks you with concern in his voice and already reproaches himself internally for not being here to fight by your side. But he knows that he can’t. After all, you are on the opposite sides in this terrible war.

Slowly, you raise your head and do not seem to recognize him at first, until your vision clears, and you look directly into his worried face. You immediately push yourself closer to him, his closeness bringing you some calmness and making you feel protected and safe, although walls are blown up around you while wizards and witches give their lives in the bitter fight for Hogwarts.

“D-Draco? You are here”, you breath out, your voice rough and strained from your previous screams. You had split up into groups to face the Death Eaters, but you were separated from them when a part of the ceiling fell down, several pieces burying you beneath them. The hope that is now reflected in your eyes upon seeing him, here and with you, breaks Draco’s heart. You really think he is on your side.

It is only when you groan in pain that Draco realizes that you are clutching your leg, which is covered in blood.

“Come on, I will get you out of here”, he whispers to you and helps you straighten up, the guilt plaguing him. You are badly injured, and he was not here to prevent you from getting hurt. Carefully, he puts your arm around his shoulder so you can move faster together than if he would carry you. Since it is not anything than safe here right now, Draco hurries to get you out of there as fast as possible.

“It is not as bad as it looks. I promise”, you try to calm him down, but once your foot touches the ground you twitch in insufferable pain and pull your foot back with a hiss, your hand immediately going to your tigh where it hurts the most.

“What happened?”

“I was careless and then a part of the ceiling buried me beneath it.”

The shock on Draco’s face is enormous when he realizes what could have happened, how it could have ended with you laying under masses of bricks with no one knowing. That he could and still can lose you in this bitter war for life and death. Briefly, he carefully inspects your leg – broken – and without any hesitation, he picks you up in his arms and carries you to a safer place. The safest place would probably be where all students, who do not fight, are hiding, but if Draco asked you about it, he would have to pass this very important piece of information on. And thus, he would also leave you to a terrible fate.

“You are safe here. For the time being”, he finally says as he places you at the end of a staircase that no longer leads to where it originally should, and kneels down in front of you, stroking his hand over your cheek lovingly. Shaking, you place your own on top of his and press his palm to your skin to feel its warmth.

“Draco, if we make it to the seventh floor then-“

“Do not tell me. Please”, he almost begs you. His pleading leaves you puzzled and slowly but surely makes you doubt why he is actually here. Gently, Draco takes your hand in his and places a delicate kiss on your knuckles. You sadly watch him until you bring up the courage to ask this one question that burns on your tongue.

“Why are you here, Draco?”

The realization hits you like a train, much more painful than the pain in your leg, when he just looks at you with glassy eyes and fails to give you an answer. Tears well up in your eyes when you notice that you no longer have your loving boyfriend in front of you, but your enemy.

“Why, Draco?”, you ask him desperately, the first tear already finding its way down your cheek, but Draco does not have the heart to look into your eyes, too scared to see the pain and disappointment in them. Sighing, he shakes his head, letting it sink.

“Everything will be fine, I promise”, he manages to say while his heart contracts in pain. Suddenly, he perceives voices that are still far away, but he hears them coming closer. With trembling hands, he reaches for your wand, which is sticking out of your boot as he has made his final decision. Confused, you look back and forth between him and the wand in his hand.

“What are you going to do? D-Draco? You do not have to do this”, you stutter out as he looks directly at you with his gray eyes which seem much darker now. Gray eyes that once shone with so much affection and now only radiate a tremendous coldness that makes you shudder.

“Now listen carefully to what I say, Y/N. You have to promise me that you will not use your wand anymore”, Draco explains to you, but you can only look at him speechlessly while tears run down your cheeks in waterfalls, not knowing what he will do next.

“I am so sorry”, is the last thing he says to you before casting a spell. “Obliviate.”

With these words, Draco pulls any memories you have of him out of your mind. Every shared laughter, every shared grief, he frees you from all of it. He frees you from the burden of ever knowing him.

With one quick movement he puts your wand back in its original place and quickly stands up, watching how your face loses all emotion as you abruptly stop crying over nothing. Before he can regret his decision, he turns away from you and looks into the corridor from which he previously heard the voices. At the other end of the corridor, he discovers Neville Longbottom, who is running through Hogwarts with some students. Clenching his fists, Draco walks in the middle of the corridor, facing them from afar.

“Neville!”, Draco shouts as loud as he can, immediately gaining Neville’s attention, who now comes running towards him with his wand drawn, ready to attack. Draco swiftly runs back to where you still lean against the wall, but just as Neville turns around the corner, Draco disapparates to another part of Hogwarts.

You are safe at last.

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Surrounded by nothing but rubble and ashes, Draco wanders through the last remains of Hogwarts alone. His clothes are torn apart, and his face is soiled – all signs of the bitter fight that took place here before. But now it is over. They lost.

But Draco does not care who won or lost. He chose to switch sides in the end anyway. All he wants now is one more thing: to find you and to make sure you are okay. Every time he trips over a lifeless body on the ground, he looks away in fear that he may recognize your face in one of the corpses. Pressing his hand against his aching left shoulder, he walks into what is left of the Great Hall and a glimmer of hope builds inside of him as he recognizes Neville standing in the middle of it.

Quickening his pace, Draco walks towards him, his gaze fixed on the people he is currently talking to. When Draco gets to them, however, his heart sinks and panic pervades him as he does not see you. You are not here.

Desperately searching for any signs of you, he looks around, his pulse getting faster by the second, until Neville finally taps on his shoulder and points to somewhere behind him. Draco turns around immediately, only to see you limp into the Great Hall with the help of Ginny Weasley, improvised stabilization around your broken leg.

Tears of joy well up in Draco’s eyes and he cannot help but run up to you and close you in a tight hug that almost knocks the both of you off your feet. Draco exhales in relief, clutching his arms around your fragile body, glad to hold you in his arms again, until he notices that you are trying to push him away.

Realization his Draco and he abruptly moves away from you.

“What was that supposed to mean?”, you ask him reproachfully, irritated as to why Draco Malfoy almost suffocated you in a hug.

“I- Well-“, he stutters, but the fact that you actually do not know him anymore is driving an ache through Draco’s chest again. “Where is your wand?”

“Excuse me?”, you huff out, the confusion evident on your face, but Draco quickly reaches for you wand before you can react, which pokes out of your boot, as always. Internally praying that you listened to him and did not use it when he was not by your side, he reverses the Memory Charm and watches a white streak touch your temple, piercing through your skin before vanishing completely.

You blink once, then a few times rapidly, adjusting your eyes to the light and when your gaze falls on Draco, tears well up in your eyes right away.

“Thank God”, Draco sighs in relief and hugs you tightly, but this time you actually return the hug. Weeping, you claw your hands into his shirt, your tears wetting the fabric, whispering what an idiot he had been and that he should never do this to you again. But at this moment nothing else matters.

You survived and found each other again despite the difficulties and obstacles. And from now on nothing and no one will separate you again. Ever.

[luimagines]

Hi! I have a request, but first i wanna say your writing is absolutely amazing! The length + amount of time you put into these prompts is insanely good. Now! Onto the request, how would the boys react to a reader from a more modern era? Maybe a more modernized hyrule or our current point in time?

Masterlist

Thank you so much for the compliment! I'm happy to see the response even if this blog is still relatively new.

I hope I do your prompt justice.

I probably could have done a headcanon list but I was hit with inspiration.

I also might have given Reader some backstory.

Scenario below the cut! It’s long, take caution.

It was a cool night, but you didn't mind. Your bed was warm, the WiFi was fast and even if it was three AM on a school night, you managed to keep yourself giggling with cat videos and blursed memes until the words and colors merged.

A night well spent.

But it led to questionable decisions.

Even if the shredded cheese in the fridge was beginning to seem a more and more enticing snack, your body was tempted to succumb to slumber.

Until a large purple light encompassed the entirety of your window.

Something was in your backyard.

Aliens. Your tired brain supplies and you sprint to the glass and push away the curtains. Is this it? Is this where I'm kidnapped and never seen or heard from again?

You pull out your phone and open up the camera.

"Pics or it didn't happen." You remind yourself and snap a few before showing your face.

What you see isn't what you're expecting. Instead of a flying saucer in the sky beaming down a laser or a weird pear shaped space craft on top of the grass, there's a single panel of glowing light, swirling with black accents that creeps in a circular motion.

"Cheese and crackers...." You gasp and begin to blatantly stare at it with no regard to whether something may be coming out of it.

You wait and nothing happens.

You wait some more and nothing happens.

You spend an hour watching this portal that has appeared out of nowhere, waiting for something to happen, willing for something to happen. But you get nothing.

The unknown stares right back at you, unblinking and unchanged.

Go through it. A voice tells you. What if there's something on the other side?

"I'm going to die." You gulp and take a deep breath.

Who else gets a chance like this? The voice talks again. This could be a grand step towards a more modern society. A whole new world could be on the other side, waiting, reaching out, calling to humanity!

You think you a see a shadow move behind the portal and out of sight but it’s gone before you can even process it.

"Should I call the police?" You step away from the window, ignoring the thoughts, the voice- you're too tired to know if it's your own any more. What's the plan? How does one go about something like this?

Where’s your sense of adventure? Pack a bag and go! What if it goes away?

That last thought seems to get through to your tired brain and for a reason beyond your understanding, it latches onto it.

Now you’re excited.

You run to the closet and take out your old backpack. It used to be for school but it was fancier since it was the only one you could get. The bag had a replaceable water bag with a plastic straw connected through the back of it and the straps have just worn down enough to where they’re actually comfortable. It doubled as a hiking backpack and came with its own insulated lunch box that clasped on the back of it.

It’ll finally serve its purpose.

You quickly roll up your favorite blanket and strap it in tightly beneath the lunch box. You’re quick to take out two extra outfits and pack them as well as change out of your pajamas.

Ok. What would you need? You don’t know where you’d be going so this has to a catch all kind of deal.

You pack away your swiss army knife first for good measure. A solar powered charger for your phone and an extra pair of socks follow suit even after you’ve picked out the extra clothes.

You take out the water bag and run to fill it all the way to max capacity as you think of any other necessities.

You’d need food. You have a small jar of peanut butter and granola bars that can fit in the lunch box. You can bring your extra water bottle and put in the side pockets of the backpack, and maybe bring some of those powered flavor packets your brother loves so much. You think he has lemonade and some green tea ones.

Those would be great. He won’t mind, hopefully.

You let the bag overfill momentarily before running back to shove it in your bag. with the lid screwed tight.

Next you run to the kitchen, grabbing the first things that you thought of already and begin to look around for more.

You grab an unopened pack of beef jerky, a bag of veggie sticks and a half eaten bag of dried mangos.

During your search you grab the water bottle and fill that too.

You return to your room with your bounty and begin to carefully put everything in the box. With some more deliberation, you run back to the kitchen and make yourself a quick sandwich, eat it, make another one and pack that as well.

You look out side the window and the portal is still there.

The sun is beginning to rise now so you’re trying to go as fast as you can, unless you want to neighbors to think something is going on.

Even if it is.

You’re about to leave but in a stroke of brilliance, you run to pack sunscreen and bug spray as well. You see a small first aid pack that was bought recently for when you would take your family vacation but you reason that it might one of the most important things you’d have if you got hurt.

Into the bag it goes.

You grab your hoodie before you leave the door, wrap it around your waist and pocket your phone, your headphones and your wallet.

You feel immediately under packed when you step outside and see the portal up close.

It’s weirdly triangle shaped, you think and step closer.

You reach your hand out and try to touch it. It feels as if you put your hand through a humidifier but it’s not wet. It’s misty and cold but not necessarily unpleasant.

An idea hits you right before you take your first step through.

You pull up one of the earlier photo’s you took and send it to your friend’s group chat. It showed up in my backyard. I decided to make a bad late night decision and I’m going through. If you never hear from me again, I want you all to fight over my electronics. Winner takes all. Godspeed.

And you step through.

You had first assumed that it would merely take you tot he other side but very quickly realize that you have to walk through it.

The first part still had a little light but with time, it got darker. So dark that you couldn’t even see your hand in front of your face.

You kept walking.

As fast as the light disappeared, it came back and you stepped into the light of an open field, right in front of one, two, three, four, nine males that had appeared to be traveling towards you or rather, towards the portal.

The portal disappears in the process.

“Oh so we didn’t have to go through it! We had to gain another member!” One of them yells. “Would have been nice to know before we packed everything up!”

“Ho boy, where am I?” You ask and tighten your grip on your backpack. Why didn’t I bring a weapon?

They all had long tunics and swords on their backs. Old fashioned leather boots and hand bracers were the norm in this group and you realized very quickly that your jeans and t-shirt had wildly missed the memo.

“Dang, I didn’t think I’d walk into a LARP group. Sorry about that.” You sheepishly smile. “I had no idea where the portal was going to take me. But if you would be so kind-”

“Wait, what’s LARP?” One of them speaks up. He was a dirty blond and somewhere in the middle of the group height wise. He wore a white cape like thing with blue designs on the back but you didn’t recognize the symbol.

“Live Action Role Play?” You tilt your head. “It’s why you’re all dressed like that? Right?”

“This is just our clothes.” What appears to be the youngest bounces up to you. “What are you wearing?”

“First I could grab in my closet.” You admit and look down on it. It’s one of your comfiest shirts and best looking pants. You’re a little proud of yourself for finding those in the dark.

“Weird.”

“We’re heroes. We’re all named Link.” Cape guy speaks up again. “Is it safe to assume that you’re in the same boat?”

“Heroes?” Your eyebrows furrow together. “I’m not a hero and my name’s not Link.”

You’re quick to tell them your name and you watch as the confusion covers their faces. “My brother’s name is Link though if that helps anything.”

“Oh we needed him!” The youngest groans and it instantly irks you.

“What would you need with a five year old?” You deadpan and cross your arms. 

The information stuns the group.

“The portal showed up in the middle of the night and I’m the one that went through it. I’m pretty sure I was the only awake to even see it. Are you telling me that it was for my little brother?” You’d be lying if you said that you weren’t a little pissed. “My baby brother was supposed to go through it? He was asleep! He’s five. What kind of logic is that?!”

“Well...” The biggest and oldest of them runs a hand over his face. You think he has some cool tattoos and sick scar going across his eye but he looks about as angry as you feel, so you don’t say anything. “It appears the gods truly do not care for the hero’s maturity, only his existence.”

“Ok...What’s with all this hero talk?” You bite back. “What did... Where am I?”

“Hyrule.” The second with cool face tattoos speaks up. He’s got a large fur pelt around his shoulders and you have to tighten your grip against your backpack again to keep from reaching out to touch it.

Even so you feel yourself deadpan even more. “Hyrule? Like the ancient empire? The one that collapsed more than two thousand years ago? That Hyrule?”

You’re inclined to not believe them and write all of them off as crazy... but you also walked through a portal. And your grandma did say that magic existed in the strangest forms.

They all share looks of concern and some begin to murmur quietly amongst themselves but you’re too far gone to even notice.

“Did I time travel?” The idea hits you like a bus and you feel your eyes widen as you stare beyond the group. You quickly take our your phone and unlock it.

No signal.

“Is that a type of Sheikah slate?” Someone asks you.

“I don’t know what that is.” You reply automatically. “Wait, hold on, what year is it?”

“Why don’t you tell us what year you’re from and we can start from there?” The darkest brunette of the group speaks up.

“202x PC” You say robotically, not really processing the world around you anymore.

“That’s...” The blond with a long blue scarf speaks up with a slight hiss. “...Beyond any of our timelines. You see, we all come from different worlds and eras of Hyrule’s history.”

“I don’t think you’re the farthest down anymore, Wild.”

“This would then make them my successor, right?”

“It would make their brother your successor.” Someone amends. “I think they just jumped in his place.”

“Leave my brother alone.” You snap back into the present, pocketing your [hone again. “Ok, you know what, screw it. I don’t know what you’d want my brother for but I’m here now. I’d gladly take his place if it means he gets to stay home!”

“Hey.” A boy with pink hair stalks up to you looking a little more serious than you’d like.

“Nice hair dude, way to defy the gender norms.” You smirk a little before genuinely grinning, hoping to quell the tension. “What product do you use? It looks like Artic Fox but not every place sells their brand.”

“...I have no idea what you’re talking about but what happened to Ganon in your world? How have you been handling it?” He snaps and places his hands on his hips.

“Ganon? Like my old principle? That’s a name I haven’t heard in forever.” You’re confused again. “Last I heard he joined the police force only to be reassigned out of state. I don’t know what’s happening with him. Kinda hope he gets fired though. He’s not a bad guy but he’s not someone you’d want in that kind of position of power, you know.”

“Police force?”

You blinked and look them all over. They look very medieval. “Oh... You don’t have that...”

You begin to think about your history lessons and what they might be familiar with if they’re telling the truth about being from Hyrule.

“Ya’ll got knights?”

Many, almost all of them nod, a few with face of despair already on them before you finish speaking.

“It’s kind of like that. Mixed with a towns guard position... kinda. They enforce laws... at least they’re supposed to but the whole system is flawed and racist and really needs to be dismantled for the abuse of power that they have-”

“Abuse? Of power?” You have their attention again.

“It’s stupid and it won’t really make any sense if I try to explain because I doubt you have anything similar but it’s basically a group of people given the right to treat the public in anyway they like for their own benefit because they have no one telling them that they can’t.” You groan and slowly begin to feel your lack of sleep catch up to you. 

You slowly reach to behind you and sit down on the dirt, looking at all of them. “Mr. Dragmire wasn’t like...Demise or anything but he was a huge jerk. No one liked him. He liked me though. I remember that. I was the envy of the whole school because I somehow got on his good side while everyone else wants to strangle him. I think he was transferred for some misdemeanor or something like that... like he might have been throwing hands with someone he wasn’t supposed to. I never heard all the details. I didn’t really care for it when it happened either. I’m pretty sure he lost that fight though. The dude looked like a blast of wind could have knocked him over let alone someone’s knuckle sandwich.”

“I would love to hear more about this.” The youngest sits next to you with a large grin on his face. His eyes are bright and his body language reminds you of your cousin Zelda. You instantly think they’d get along like a house on fire. “What are your monsters like?”

“Monsters?” You tilt your head. “Be a little more specific bud, it depends on where you’re from.”

“You have that many?!”

“It depends on if you believe they’re real or not.”

“Speaking of monsters, can you fight?” The shortest walks up to you. You like that his tunic is stitched up with multiple colors and designs. It gives it personality, you think. “Do you have a weapon you’re more comfortable with?”

The question throws you off your rhythm and you don’t fight your wince. “What would happen if I say that I do not, in fact, have any sort of weapon on me?”

“I wouldn’t believe you.” Pink guy speaks up again. “That pack is huge, there has to be something in there.”

“It’s food, water and extra clothes my guy.” You lean back against said backpack since it won’t let you lay down with it still on. “Not a lot of space for anything else. I’m pretty good at hand to hand combat though. Karate’s a good way to fight out stress.” 

“Your bag’s not magic?”

“Why the hell would it be magic? ...Are you trying to tell me magic actually exists?” You raise an eyebrow as your eyes begin to close against your will. “I know my grandma said it does but I thought she meant like fairies and shadow demons.. and bigfoot. Can’t forget him, he’s the real MVP... You know...Children’s bedtime stories and stuff like that, it’s not real. But like magic magic? Magic items and the like? Find me Tinkerbell and I’ll show you Neverland, that’s what I say.”

“Are you serious?”

“Second star to the right, straight on till morning.” You respond.

There’s a moment of silence as the group in front of you processes your words. It’s hard to tell their reaction since you’re not looking at them but you no longer have the energy to do anything else.

“Are you falling asleep right now?” It’s the one they called Wild.

“I...” You try to open your eyes. They don’t budge. “I haven’t slept in nearly 20 hours... I think. I might have past 24 hours a while ago actually. Portal showed up at like four in the morning... I had to get up at six and I didn’t sleep at all before then.”

More silence.

“Great another one.” Someone scoffs.

You snort.

“Why did we pack up camp again?”

“No one kill me.” You say right before you lose consciousness. “Please and thank you.”

“They’re doomed.”

“Have some faith Vet. They stepped in for their little brother. That has to mean something?”

“They’re in for a rude awakening, and that’s all I have to say about it.”