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Could you please please please continue prompt 16? It so good I need moreeee

heck YEAH sorry this took so long it's been sitting mostly finished in my drafts for a hot minute now....

Prompt #16 (Part 5)

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

Outside of Supervillain's cell, Hero took a deep breath.

Superhero heard them, and glanced over. "You alright?"

Hero nodded, swallowing. "It's just... it's just a little terrifying to find out someone you love might've been manipulating you into it, you know?"

Superhero smiled sympathetically at them. "I know. But we're going to figure it out. We'll all be watching through the glass, we'll put a stop to anything that might go wrong, okay?"

Hero nodded again, looking back at the door.

"Does your head still hurt?"

"A little, but I'll be fine."

"You're sure?"

"Mm-hm."

"Alright. Whenever you're ready."

There came the click of the cell door's automatic lock unlocking, and Other Hero gave them a thumbs up. Hero smiled faintly, took one last deep breath, and pushed the door open.

They weren't sure what state they expected Supervillain to be in. On one hand, Supervillain had told them that they'd once been terribly mistreated by a hero agency in another city, and ever since then being captured often made them have panic attacks. On the other, who even knew how much of what Supervillain had ever told them was real?

Supervillain was standing in the middle of the cell, arms tight at their sides as they stared determinedly at their reflection in the one-way glass.

That's when Hero was struck with a terrible thought. Could Supervillain hypnotize people just by looking at them? If they managed to make eye contact with someone on the other side of the glass, could they control them?

However they didn't get much time to dwell on the thought as Supervillain looked up as they entered.

"Hero!"

The next thing Hero knew they were swept up into a tight hug, their feet lifting off of the ground as their tall partner hugged them close.

"H-hey, Supervillain." Hero awkwardly patted their back, not quite sure how to respond.

When Supervillain set them down and drew back, they had tears in their eyes. Hero had never seen them cry before.

"I'm so glad to see you! T-they wouldn't tell me where you were or what happened, they just threw me in here and there's been little lights and sounds going off the whole time, I'm so scared-"

"Hey, it's okay." Instinct kicking in, Hero caught hold of their wrists. "They're not going to hurt you, and I'm safe."

Supervillain hugged them once again, this time flopping down on top of them rather than lifting them up. Hero managed to hold them up, holding them tightly. Hero could feel and hear them sobbing against their shoulder.

Well, it seemed Supervillain's story about being terrified of being captured by hero agencies was true.

Or was it? Was this another manipulation tactic? Or was this even happening? Had Hero been hypnotized into seeing it all like this? How could they know what was real?

There was a small bench against one wall across from the glass, and Hero slowly tugged Supervillain over to it, sitting them both down. Supervillain still clung tightly to them, and Hero eventually cleared their throat.

"Supervillain, I um... I want to talk to you."

That got their partner to relinquish their hold, sitting back and wiping their eyes. "Yes? S-sorry, that was-"

"No, no it's okay." Hero took their hands once more. They took a deep breath, nervous to continue. What would Supervillain do once they found out Hero knew? "It's just... the hero agency said they'd... discovered something about you."

"What?" Supervillain sniffed. Their eyes were wet, and they held Hero's hands tighter.

"That you- you have-" it wasn't too late to turn back. They could figure out a different way to get information from Supervillain, they didn't have to put themself in danger-

They blurted out the word before they could completely chicken out. "-powers."

"Oh." Supervillain swallowed. "Yeah. Yeah, I do."

Confirmation. Confirmation that made Hero's heart stop.

They forced themself to continue. Supervillain didn't look angry yet, more just... scared. "They told me what those powers were."

"Oh." Supervillain said again. They pulled away from Hero, sitting at the far end of the small bench, staring at their hands in their lap.

Hero leaned forward a little, trying to watch their expression. "Have you ever... have you ever used them on me?"

The tiniest of nods.

Hero watched as Supervillain squeezed their eyes shut, fresh tears running down their face.

Hero sat back, stunned.

Outside the cell, on the other side of the glass, Superhero frowned. The room was full of heroes, watching as Hero leaned back, looking numb, and Supervillain wiped feebly at the tears on their face.

"Yes, but how do they use their powers?" Other Hero asked from right next to Superhero, folding their arms. "Come on, Hero! We don't have all night for this!"

"Hold on," Superhero glanced at them. "Give them a minute. This is hard."

They watched as Supervillain suddenly drew close to Hero, putting a hand on the side of their face and leaning down next to them. Their voice came in slightly fuzzy from the speaker situated next to the glass. "But- but I never did anything to hurt you!" They exclaimed, their other hand resting on Hero's chest. "I-I promise, I only ever used it in your best interest!"

At first, it looked like Hero moved to throw them off, but they hesitated moments before doing so. Instead they looked up at Supervillain, still looking like they were processing the information.

Supervillain, after realizing that Hero wasn't going to shove them away, relaxed slightly. Their movements became a little less desperate, a little more controlled as they continued.

"Believe me, I only ever did it to help," they said quietly to Hero. "I only ever wanted you to trust me, and to take care of yourself. I never- I never did it to force you into things."

Other Hero scoffed, rolling their eyes. "Likely story."

Superhero had to agree, but from what it looked like, Hero still looked torn. However, they leaned into Supervillain's hands. "Okay," they whispered. "I believe you had good intentions."

Other Hero threw their hands in the air. "How are they buying this?!"

But Superhero squinted.

Supervillain had done this exact same thing to them only earlier that evening. Stood real close, their hands on their face, gazing into their eyes while quietly convincing Superhero to stay put. Phrasing their words specifically as commands.

Superhero recalled how they'd felt then, rooted to the spot and only able to focus on what Supervillain was saying.

It was something Superhero was used to. Something Supervillain had done many times during their relationship.

"That's it!" They exclaimed, pointing at the glass. From next to them, Other Hero jumped in surprise at the sudden outburst. "That's it, that's their power! Get Hero out!"

One of the heroes at the control panels surrounding them pressed a button, and immediately an alarm went off in the cell. Supervillain and Hero started up, and Superhero noted how especially confused Hero was.

Another team of heroes burst into the cell, hauling Hero to their feet and dragging them out. Supervillain moved to intervene, but they were quickly hindered by the heroes that grabbed onto them, restraining them until Hero left the room.

Superhero rushed out into the hall, watching as Hero was placed on their feet by the heroes who had dragged them out. "What- what's going on?" They asked Superhero. "Why'd you stop it? It was going well!"

Superhero let out a breath. "They were trying to hypnotize you into believing them." They stepped closer to Hero, trying to be comforting. "That was something that they do a lot, right? Get close and hold your face and talk low?"

"Yes," Hero frowned as they thought. "I- They do that all the time. You're saying- that's when the use their powers on me?"

"I think so," Superhero said softly.

Hero blinked, taking a deep breath. "O-oh."

"Sorry, Hero." Other Hero told them gently.

Hero didn't seem to hear them, and Superhero nodded at the heroes surrounding them, giving a silent dismissal. Hero needed a moment of space to process this.

The heroes left, leaving just Hero, Superhero and Other Hero standing in the hall. Other Hero reached out to pat Hero's shoulder, before disappearing back into the control room.

"Did- did they do that to you, too?" Hero asked quietly. "When they were with you?"

Superhero nodded. "I suppose I didn't realize it- but I guess that was on purpose, wasn't it? To keep us from getting suspicious."

Hero swallowed, and then laughed dryly. A laughter filled with pain. "Well, even with their powers they still couldn't keep everyone from leaving, couldn't they?"

"They couldn't." Superhero said with a smile. "Which means you're stronger than them, right?"

"But I fell for it!" Hero looked up at them, their eyes red. "I fell for it. I got mad at you when you tried to warn me away, away from not just their power but from them- but you were right. I was wrong. I shouldn't have stuck with them!"

"You would've figured it out eventually." Superhero said supportingly.

Hero slowly nodded, wiping at their eyes. "Thanks, Superhero. I'm sorry I was so cold to you."

"It's okay. I understand."

They were cut off when the control room door opened, and Other Hero leaned out. "Sorry to interrupt, but... Supervillain really wants to see Hero."

"They can wait," Superhero said sternly. Couldn't Other Hero read the situation? Now wasn't the time!

"Okay, but they've got everyone in here wondering if it's possible to break the glass..." Other Hero moved to duck back inside.

"What do you mean?" Hero asked, taking a step forward.

"Hero, you don't have to-"

But Hero cut Superhero off. "Are they trying to break it?"

"Yes, and they won't stop yelling. We had to turn the intercom off already, we were afraid they were going to break the speakers."

Hero moved past Superhero to follow Other Hero inside with Superhero frowning and following them, shutting the door behind the three. Sure enough, Supervillain was alternating pounding on the glass and ramming their shoulder against it, all the while their mouth moving in the telltale movements of shouting.

"Turn the speakers back on," Superhero instructed.

One of the heroes at the controls sighed, flipped the switch, and quickly covered their ears.

"-ng them back in here! Let me talk to them! I refuse to cooperate until I give them the whole story- you can't just let them live with half of it and have them hate me forever! Let me talk to Hero!"

Hero sighed. "Can you tell them I'm listening?"

Superhero stepped over. "Hero-"

"No, I want to hear them out. They can't hypnotize me from here, so I know what they're saying is real." Hero stared at their distraught partner, face filled with determination. "Let me here them out."

Superhero swallowed, then relented.

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mythologyfolklore · 20 days

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Death is now a welcome guest

(A/N: This is a Hanahaki fanfic, but the disease is called Huā Késòu ("flower cough"), because Chinese. Here there be lots of angst and no happy ending. Title is a line from "Dido's Lament" in Henry Purcell's opera Dido and Aeneas.)

Sūn Wùhuàn folds his hands in his lap, as a figure approaches through the garden.

On the table in front of him are two sets of porcelain and a pot of tea for himself and his guest.

He has expected him, of course, nothing will surprise him. But then again, this visitor is almost as familiar to this place as his own disciples.

As soon as the newcomer has joined him in the gazebo and greetings have been exchanged, the white monkey demon says: “You're here for your medicine.”

The other person – a tall, very handsome man with long black hair and a third eye on his forehead – nods affirmatively. “Yes. I hope I wasn't bothering you.”

“Don't be silly, you're always welcome here. Besides, you couldn't show up unexpectedly, if you tried. Not with me.”

From the folds of his ice blue robe, he produces a vial with a pink liquid.

“You know the drill by now.”

“Of course.”

“Good. Now, why not make yourself comfortable and have some tea?”

The man smiles gratefully and sits down, as the white monkey pours him a cup of tea.

“I've had to take it more and more often lately”, the man tells him. “I think my condition is getting worse.”

“Yes, I can hear flowers growing in your lungs.”

“Gross.”

“Well, imagine what that's like for me, who has to hear it! But yes, your illness is indeed progressing. Has something happened lately?”

“I reconciled with your eldest brother.”

The Six-Eared Macaque tilts his head. “Oh?”

The other's smile grows into something between happiness and woe. “I happened to encounter him during my last travel.”

“With Nézhā.”

“Obviously. You know he sticks to me like a leech.” He says this, while rolling his eyes, but the macaque can see the fondness in those black ireses. His guest may feign annoyance, but clearly he loves little Nézhā like his own son.

“So, when are you going to officially adopt lotus boy, hm?”, he teases.

The other sighs: “When my illness is gone.”

Wùhuàn frowns. “My friend, I have told you-”

“I know, I know!”, the man snaps back. “I just … I can't. Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah. Nézhā and I encountered your brother during our travel in the mortal world. In Europe to be exact – still don't understand, why Nézhā wanted to go there – he saw and recognised us, we chatted and caught up …” His face softens a little. “… He asked to speak to me alone, so we met, when Nézhā was asleep. I apologised to him for every wrong I did to him and he … he gave me a bouquet of hydrangeas.”

Hydrangeas. The flowers of apology and forgiveness.

Suddenly the man has a coughing fit and chokes up a few blood-stained blossoms.

He and the Six-Eared Macaque both freeze.

Gladiolus, the flower of strength, integrity and personal growth.

Which just so happens to be the favourite flower of Sūn Wùkōng.

Wùhuàn understands and his frown deepens. “They're for him.”

“… Yes.”

“They always were.”

“…”

“I guess that explains, why you don't want to confess.”

“…”

“Huā Késòu is one of the few diseases that can kill a god. You have to tell him.”

“Where is the point? He will never love me.”

There is so much resignation and hopelessness in these words, that the macaque's ears droop.

“If you don't tell him, you will die. But if you do-”

“I will still die. Except then I will have humiliated myself by laying my heart bare.”

“And what about Nézhā? Are you this determined to put your pride before him? To die and leave him alone? You're the only father figure he's ever had and he loves you dearly. Would you really be willing to break his little heart like that? You're not that selfish. I know you're not.”

The other's face crumbles and Wùhuàn takes his hand.

“I know it's hard, Èrláng. But for Nézhā's sake, consider it.”

That night Èrláng Shén doesn't go to bed.

Instead he sits at his desk, drafting bridges.

He quit his job as a warrior god mortal decades ago to focus purely on his job as an engineer. And damn, the mortals really need an engineering god these days, holy shit, the bridges in China are a mess! Fucking corruption …

(Èrláng may not be willing to swear out loud, but that won't stop him from doing it in his mind)

To quell the increasing aggravation, he glances at the vase full of hydrangeas on his desk.

Indeed the sight charms a smile onto his face.

But then he chokes and goes into a full-on coughing fit, that lasts for way too long.

In the end he's crouched on all fours beside his desk, wheezing for breath.

With a sneer he regards the bloody blossoms scattered in front of him.

Love truly is a curse.

“Èrláng, what's wrong?”, asks Nézhā, after they have finished their training for the day.

The engineering god frowns. “What do you mean?”

“You're out of breath quicker than usual.”

Sometimes, he hates this god's observation skills as much as he loves them.

“I'm fine”, he lies. “Just a bit out of shape.”

Nézhā frowns. “We train every day. How can you be out of shape?”

Yep. He hates them.

Suddenly the child cries: “Oh! Are you feeling under the weather? Do you have the Celestial pox? Maybe you should take a break-”

“Nézhā, if I had the pox, there would be blisters all over my face.”

Nézhā laughs sheepishly, clearly having forgotten about that.

“Oh. But still, you should take a break. Maybe see the old man. It could be serious. Take a break for the day, drink lots of herbal tea and be sure to eat enough. I want you to be okay.”

Èrláng can't help but smile. “Well, if it makes you happy, I will do as you say. But you should be taking a break too”, he says and ruffles Nézhā's hair. “You have been working so hard. It's not right, that I should be relaxing, while you're toiling away. Why don't you go on a holiday with me?”

Nézhā beams at him, like it's his birthday, the Lantern Festival and New Year combined.

“You're the best, da- Èrláng!”, he hastily amends and Èrláng laughs.

He doesn't give a damn, what Lĭ Jìng says, Nézhā is the sweetest kid ever – even if he's a tad too fond of setting things on fire – and has to be protected at all cost.

A few worldly days later, Èrláng and Nézhā are getting ready to depart from Èrláng's earthly home on Plum Mountain and head for Beijing, because the former has some business, before they go on their second world trip.

Nézhā honestly doesn't understand, why the demigod he not so secretly views as his dad even has a mortal day job, after all it's not like he needs money. But Èrláng seems to be content with that job, so the Third Lotus Prince isn't going to rain on his parade. Especially not now that he seems to be more melancholy than he has been in a millennium.

The three-eyed god is helping Nézhā to put on his coat (why? He doesn't need help, he's over 3000 years old!), when Xiàotiān Quăn comes running with a letter in his snout.

The dog places the letter at his master's feet and it's picked up by Èrláng.

“No sender. Weird”, Èrláng mutters and opens the envelope.

“Should you open that? For what it's worth, it might be a letter bomb or something”, Nézhā says unsurely.

Èrláng gives him a deadpan look. “Nézhā, everyone in this house is immortal and immune to mortal diseases. A murder attempt will do jack.”

“Still …”

From there the man ignores him, fishes out the letter and reads it.

As soon as he's finished, his right eye twitches.

“You've gotta be kidding me.”

The twelve-year-old tilts his head. “What's wrong?”

Èrláng scowls: “Our favourite monkey menace wants to come over in an hour. Why the heck is he assuming that I've got no plans for today, like all I do is hang out at home with nothing to do!”

Nézhā shrugs: “Just call him up and tell him we were just about to leave the house and won't be here for the next weeks.”

The older god takes the advice (huh. That' a new one), stomps over to the phone and dials the Great Sage's number.

After a few seconds Nézhā can faintly hear the voice of the Great Sage answer: “Y'ello?”

Èrláng almost immediately lays into him: “Good morning, Great Sage. I've got your letter and I'm calling to inform you, that if you come over in an hour, you will not find me here! Nézhā and I are just about to leave the house and we won't be back for another couple of weeks! Not to mention I've got business to do! What gave you the idea, that you can announce your arrival on such short term and expect me to be home, like I've got nothing else to do?! You wouldn't like it either, if I just showed up at your mountain with only an hour's notice!”

“Whoa! Take it easy, Little Sage! And what business are you talking about? Because I happen to know, that you quit your mortal job a month ago under the pretense that you're suffering from tuberculosis! Tuberculosis! Seriously?! That's what you came up with?! Why?!”

Wait, what?!

“That's none of your business!”, Èrláng snaps into the phone. “And just for the record, I never claimed it was work related! Now if you will excuse me, Nézhā and I going a trip abroad!”

Èrláng is just about to hang up, when Sūn Wùkōng snaps back: “Oh no, you're not hanging up on me! I have questions and if you're not going to be at Plum Mountain in an hour, I will come over immediately and accompany you wherever you two are travelling, until I get my answers, do you hear me?! Also, does Nézhā know that you quit the job you allegedly love so much, because of a made-up lung ailment?!”

Before Èrláng can answer, Nézhā snatches the speaker from his hands. “Well, I do know now, because in case you didn't realise, you're on speaker! And just for the record, you've got some nerve to intrude on our quality time! I don't care, if you have questions and want answers! They can wait until we're back in China! But you just ruined the morning for both of us, because we're in a hurry to get to Beijing for dad's business and you're wasting our time, as if we're got nothing better to do than prioritise your whims over everything else, little brother!”

“I never said that, kid. I just have concerns-”

“Well, your concerns can wait too! Dad and I are leaving! Bye!”

And with that, he hangs up and slams the phone back onto the charger.

Seriously, as much as he loves his younger sworn brother, he's not going to have any of his nonsense, especially today.

When he turns to face Èrláng, the adult is gawking at him and his three eyes are sparkling, like he's about to cry.

Nézhā frowns. “What? Something on my face?”

“… You called me dad.”

The child deity blushes. “Uhhh …”

“You called me dad twice. In front of a witness.”

Èrláng is grinning from ear to ear, as if he just received the best present in the world.

“Yeah. So what if I did”, grumbles Nézhā and blushes harder.

Next he knows he's trapped in a warm embrace.

Èrláng is hugging him.

At first, Nézhā's eyes widen. Then he relaxes and hugs back.

This is nice, Èrláng gives wonderful hugs … wait …

Suddenly, the Lotus Prince feels his blood run cold.

There is a barely audible rattle in the older god's breathing.

Sūn Wùkōng feels his eye twitch, when his “older” brother just hijacks the phone call and hangs up on him.

He really just wanted a few questions answered in a face to face conversation, how was he supposed to know that Èrláng wouldn't be home today?

Oh well, no matter.

Nézhā has asked him not to intrude on his quality time with the guy he claimed was totally not his dad (riiight).

Sure, he supposes he can do that. He's a Buddha after all. What's a few months.

Yet Wùkōng feels anxious about doing so.

Something's wrong, he just knows it.

Why has Èrláng quit his job over that pretense?

There would have been so many other reasons. He could have just said something along the lines of “low job satisfaction” or “done with the corruption” or whatever.

But tuberculosis? Really? Gods don't even get TB! That doesn't make any sense!

Unless … he actually has a lung ailment.

Èrláng is a terrible liar, always has been.

Something fishy is going on.

Wùkōng swears, as soon as Three-eyes and Lotus Boy come home, he will needle them like no tomorrow!

Èrláng still has no idea why Nézhā likes touring about Europe and the Americas so much.

But oh well.

Nothing wrong with seeing the world with your kind of adopted kid, when you have a terminal lung disease.

Not that he's going to tell Nézhā, that the reason he indulges him in this is because he wants to spend as much time with him as possible. He will never tell him, how badly he just wants to smile and laugh with this boy, that all he really wants now is to have at least a few happy memories with Nézhā and for the latter to have happy memories with him.

Èrláng knows he doesn't have much time left. His Huā Késòu is getting worse and once they come back to China he'll have to visit the Six-Eared Macaque again and get more medicine.

Medicine that can only soothe the scratching in his throat and delay the inevitable.

Sooner or later he will have to explain the situation to Nézhā, but he knows that faced with this, the child will be devastated and that's a thought Èrláng can't bear.

Without the boy, Èrláng would accept dying. The man he loves will never love him back and why would he, when Èrláng has done nothing to deserve his heart. Besides … he has been tired of life for a long time. At this point, death is almost welcome.

But Nézhā has suffered so much and losing his new father figure will only cause him more pain.

This just isn't fair.

This is what Èrláng thinks, as he and Nézhā are standing on the viewing platform of the Eiffeltower (this structure used to impress the engineering god, but today he's just annoyed, do the French really think a paint job can hide how decrepit this thing is?).

For now though, he wants the- no, his child to smile.

So he gets out his phone and turns on the camera function.

“Nézhā!”

The Lotus Prince makes a startled noise, as Èrláng pulls him close and into the frame of the camera.

“What are you doing?”

“Smile for the picture!”

Nézhā still looks a bit confused, but does as told and smiles toothily into the camera.

Èrláng puts on his best million dollar smile and took the photo.

Then he checks it out in the gallery.

Perfect.

The three-eyed god nods in satisfaction.

“Let's make more of these! Let's capture the good moments of this trip!”, he suggests.

For a second, Nézhā looks surprised, before smiling and giving him a hug.

From here, as they photograph themselves in every picturesque location they encounter on their world journey, Èrláng goes out of his way to seem as carefree as possible.

And one night, when the boy is busy playing mobile games on his phone, the engineering god goes to an open-late shop and has the photos printed out.

After all … he wants Nézhā to later see these pictures and remember those moments fondly.

Of course Nézhā is enjoying the time with Èrláng.

He's savouring every moment they get to smile and laugh together.

At the same time, however, he's getting more and more worried about the older god.

He's pretty sure Èrláng doesn't realise, just how much Nézhā has noticed during the months they have spent travelling the world.

How Èrláng seems to be out of breath more often.

How he has to take breaks during walks for the first time ever.

How he takes his binder off more often, which Nézhā knows he hates having to do.

That undeterminable sadness in eyes, even when he smiles for the camera.

The increasingly frequent periods of lethargy.

How he goes out of his way to pretend that nothing is wrong.

How he will lock himself inside a bathroom for extended amounts of time, while Nézhā has to stand outside and listen to the sounds of retching and coughing and sometimes even muffled weeping.

Nézhā has never felt so helpless, not even when he was abused by his sperm donour and had no one to turn to, or when he had no other choice but to commit suicide to save his loved ones.

But something tells him that cutting his own throat won't help at all this time. It won't cure whatever ailment his dad has, only break his heart.

Obviously that's the last thing the Lotus Prince wants.

Throughout the entire trip, Nézhā feigns obliviousness and does his best to seem light-hearted, knowing that once Èrláng notices how much he worries, he'll feel guilty and sad.

But the uncertainty is driving Nézhā insane.

The boy has a hunch, that the truth must be horrible, but anything is better than being stuck in this limbo of ignorance, helplessness and worry.

If only Èrláng would tell him what's wrong.

“How pretty!”, marvels Nézhā. “It's been so long, since my last visit to Nepal! Uhhh, dad, are you okay?”

“… No”, Èrláng gloomily admits. “I can't stop thinking about the earthquake that wreaked havoc here nine years ago and I'm sad.”

He doesn't mean to be a buzzkill, but it's true. When he heard about the earthquake, he was reminded of the Sichuan Earthquake of 2008, which still haunts him. Sixteen years just aren't enough to heal the trauma of feeling the earth tremble violently under your feet and seeing buildings collapse left and right, while you were minding your own business. And Èrláng can't even fathom what it felt like for the mortals living in his province!

Nézhā seems to understand and wordlessly gives him a hug.

They spend the rest of the day just wandering around, until in the late evening Nézhā decides they're gonna do the rest of the sightseeing for the day by flying above the area.

As it turns out, he is just looking for a summit, where they can watch the sunset.

The sunset is beautiful up here, but Èrláng is almost too busy gasping for breath to be able to appreciate it – oh, how he longs for the days, when breathing wasn't an issue, because he was an immortal god!

Sadly, the younger deity notices. “Hey, are you okay?”

“I'm fine”, Èrláng lies.

Nézhā, who so far has been watching the sunset, now turns back to him with a frown on his face. “Dad.”

Uh-oh. That tone. Èrláng is overcome with a sense of foreboding.

“Has anyone ever told you, what a terrible liar you are?”

… Fuck.

“Nézhā …”, he begins, but gets interrupted.

“Don't you 'Nézhā' me!”, the boy snaps, “You think I haven't noticed?! You think I haven't heard you coughing your lungs out in the bathroom? The rattling and wheezing, when you breathe? How you can't do anything anymore, without gasping for air?! And don't even get me started on how weird you're acting all of the sudden! Until some time ago, you seemed to be getting better mentally and now you're back to faking smiles and locking yourself away to cry in private! And why do you suddenly insist to record everything we do together, like this might be the last time we're together? You've never done that to remotely this extend before! I don't know what's up with you, but this isn't right! You keep telling me you're fine, but you're so obviously not and it's driving me nuts! This ignorance isn't bliss, it's fucking torture! Why can't you tell me, what's wrong???”

Èrláng is silent, as he regards the child god in front of him.

His heart cracks at seeing him so distressed and he knows that the truth will hurt even more, but he also knows it's high time to fess up.

“I was planning to tell you when we're back home”, Èrláng confesses. “But you're right. An explanation is overdue. Sit with me and I'll tell you the truth.”

Nézhā settles down beside him and leans on his shoulder.

“When I quit my earthly job I lied about having tuberculosis, but I didn't lie, when I said I had a lung ailment”, he starts.

He takes a bloodied paper tissue from his pocket and unfolds it.

Nézhā gasps, when he sees the blood-stained gladiolus blossom. The horror in his eyes tells Èrláng, that the- no, his child understands. Good.

“I don't need to explain to you how Huā Késòu works, I assume?”

Nézhā shakes his head, which is probably reeling from this new information.

“The only real cure for it is for me to profess my feelings and have them requited. But that's not a viable option for me.”

The Third Lotus Prince stares at him in disbelief. “Are you serious?! Why not???”

“There is no point in telling them. They will never love me either way.”

The boy jumped to his feet. “How can you be so sure? How can you be so sure of his answer before even trying?!”

“Nézhā, please listen-”

“No! How dumb do you think I am?! How many people do we know who like gladiolus flowers the most?! That's right! Only one! You wanna know what I think?! You're just scared! You can't tell Wùkōng the truth, because you're too scared to look him in the eye and hear his answer! You're a coward!”

Èrláng scowls: “Watch your mouth, young man-”

“You watch your mouth and listen to me! For once in your life, you will fucking listen to me! You're dying! You're dying, don't you understand?! And there is only one chance to prevent that and you refuse to take it! How can you be so accepting of your own death with no regard for all the people who love you?!?”

“Well, maybe I don't deserve being alive!” Èrláng regrets these words as soon as they leave his mouth, but it's too late.

The boy's face is blank as he stares at the older god in silence, but his pink eyes are filled with heartbreak and betrayal.

The engineering god scrambles to apologise: “N-Nézhā, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean-”

“Shut up.”

“Just let me explain-”

“I SAID SHUT UP! I HAVE TO WATCH YOU DIE!!! YOUR BROTHERS HAVE TO WATCH YOU DIE, YOUR FRIENDS, YOUR DOG, EVERYONE WHO CARES ABOUT YOU HAS TO WATCH YOU DIE!!! HAS TO GRIEVE FOR YOU WHEN YOU'RE GONE! DON'T YOU CARE AT ALL?!? YOU THINK I'LL BE FINE WITHOUT YOU, WELL, WHAT IF I WON'T BE?!? WHAT IF I TURN INTO A MAD GOD, BECAUSE AFTER THOUSANDS OF YEARS I FINALLY HAD A FATHER FIGURE WHO GAVE A SHIT ABOUT ME, ONLY FOR HIM TO DIE, BECAUSE HE DIDN'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT HIMSELF?!? I WAS SUPPOSED TO HAVE YOU FOREVER, AND NOW YOU'RE LEAVING ME BEHIND! HOW DO YOU THINK THAT MAKES ME FEEL?!? AM I A FUCKING JOKE TO YOU???”

All three of Èrláng's eyes grow wide as saucers. He jumps to his feet and has to fight a dizzy spell from getting up so fast, but he needs to calm the boy down!

“No, Nézhā, no! I would never think of you like that! You mean the world to me, I don't want to hurt you-”

“WELL, YOU ARE HURTING ME!!!”, Nézhā shrieked. “ALL I WANT IS FOR YOU TO BE HAPPY! I'VE BEEN TRYING SO HARD! I'VE BEEN TRYING SO HARD TO MAKE YOU WANT TO LIVE! I'VE BEEN TRYING SO HARD TO MAKE YOU SMILE AND LAUGH WITH JOY! BUT YOU STILL WANT TO DIE!!! WHY?!? WHY IS EVERYTHING I DO NOT ENOUGH?!? WHAT AM I DOING WRONG?!”

Èrláng's heart breaks into a million pieces.

“Nézhā, you've done nothing wrong”, he starts gently, “this is all on me, but- WAIT!”

But the boy has already summoned his flaming wheels and takes to the sky, before Èrláng can stop him.

“Nézhā! NÉZHĀ!!! Oh no …”

Èrláng decides to pursue the rapidly receding younger god. The night is approaching fast, he can't let Nézhā fly around by himself in such a mental state, he can't! With that in mind, he summons his cloud and gives chase.

But no matter how fast he flies, the- no, his child doesn't seem to come any closer.

I can't catch up to him … why can't I catch up to him?! Why am I so slow?!?

Èrláng doesn't know, how long this seemingly fruitless chase goes on, but before long the moon and the stars are the only guiding lights.

At some point he gets a dizzy spell – that's nothing new, it's just a consequence of his breathing difficulties and the thinner mountain air.

What is new, however, is the sudden feeling of heaviness. It feels as if his body suddenly weights as much as the mountain he just passed.

And then his cloud dissolves beneath him.

He falls.

It takes a few seconds for his brain to register.

Then comes the terror.

Any attempt to catch himself with magic is fruitless. He just continues to plummet hundreds of metres from the sky to certain death.

And though he's not really scared of death anymore, he can't help but think: No! I can't go out like this! I can't! Not like this!

As the ground approaches fast, Èrláng's horror inexplicably turns into grief and tears fall from his eyes to be carried away by the wind. A sob escapes him. This isn't fair. This isn't fair! He has been prepared for a death slow enough that he can say goodbye to everyone, but now it looks like he will die suddenly and without warning and he will never see them again! And Nézhā … oh poor, dear child, he's going to be devastated! He's going to think this was his fault!

“DAD!!!”, a terrified voice screams from the distance, he barely hears it over the roaring of the wind. From the corner of his vision, he sees the familiar glowing pink aura and fiery wheels coming towards him, tearing through the air at rapid speed.

But it's no use.

He's too close to the ground now and Nézhā won't reach him in time.

All he can do now is close his eyes and send a silent prayer to Nézhā.

I'm so sorry. Please forgive me …

The same voice cries out again, this time filled with anguish: “NO!!! DAD! NO!!!”

What happens next is a bit of a blur.

First there is a loud boom and a flash, like something's breaking the sound barrier.

Next, someone who isn't Nézhā catches him just a few seconds before he hits the ground.

His saviour doesn't speak at first, opting to safely place him onto the snow first.

It's too dark for his normal eyes, so Èrláng opens his third eye to better make out his rescuer. But the two glowing red eyes and golden pupils glowering back at him make his heart sink.

“… Great Sage?!”

Right then, Nézhā drops down right by Èrláng's side, crouches down, takes him into his arms and starts crying hysterically.

“I'm sorry!”, he wails, “I'm sorry! I'm sorry! It's all my fault! If I hadn't run away …”

Èrláng sighs and rests his chin on the boy's shoulder. He's just as shaken as Nézhā after very nearly falling to his death, and ashamed of himself for having to be saved by the Monkey King of all beings.

But in the child's arms, Èrláng grows calm.

“Hey. Hey, easy there, little lotus”, he coos, “It's not your fault, it's mine. If I hadn't said what I said, you wouldn't have run away. I'm sorry too. I don't know why I said those things.”

Nézhā just cries some more.

“Ahem! Excuse you, I'm still here too!”

The Great Sage Equal to Heaven is sitting there with folded arms and a done-with-this-bullshit expression on his face.

“Alright, let me get this straight; you two had a nasty fight, Nézhā ran away, you pursued and then you – who's been immortal and able to fly for over 4000 years – suddenly fell from the sky like a meteorite.” The macaque's tone is flat.

Èrláng blushed with shame. “Yeah … that's pretty much it.”

“I see~ Well, in this case I would like to know~ WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?! OR MORE IMPORTANTLY, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!?”, Sūn Wùkōng roars, making Èrláng flinch. The Monkey King sees this and lowers the volume: “You stupid fuck! You're a dead man and you're trying to fly in that state?!”

Èrláng's shameful blush is replaced by shocked pallor. “How do you-?”

“I asked Lăozi! You didn't think you claiming to have a lung ailment wouldn't make me suspicious, did you?! I just went and asked the old man, if gods can get lung ailments, and guess what he fucking told me! Huā Késòu! Are you fucking shitting me?! You're suffering from a fatal disease and you didn't tell me?! You tried to ride a somersault cloud in this state?!? Did you forget the part where that disease takes your immortality and the weightlessness that comes with it?!”

“To my defence, this morning it worked just fine, so I didn't expect to lose it in midair just a few hours later”, the older god admits sheepishly.

The Monkey King facepalms. “Ugh, you're impossible! Who the fuck are your flowers even for?!”

Before Èrláng can answer, he chokes on something and has a violent coughing fit.

No! No! Not now! Not here! Not in front of him! No, please, no!

But it's already too late.

Soon the white snow around him is tainted with blood and blood-stained flowers. And they just keep coming, because he just keeps coughing and coughing without reprief. Panic seizes him and he desperately gasps for air, but the flowers are clogging his wind pipe.

I can't breathe!

A sudden wave of comfort washes over him, calms his mind and soothes his body. The coughing and the panic attack come to an end and finally Èrláng can catch some of that sweet, sweet oxygen.

But it seems what just happened has taken quite a lot out of him – or maybe it's just the thin mountain air – because he faints anyway.

He wakes up in his own bed. When he looks around, he finds Sūn Wùkōng sitting by his bedside with a grave expression and Nézhā sitting on the other side with his face buried in the blanket.

“Hey”, Èrláng says softly.

“Hey”, the Monkey King replies. “Good to have you back. How are you feeling?”

“Bit better for now”, he mumbles. “How long was I out?”

“Nine hours. Enough time to take you two home, call my brother, because we were worried you wouldn't wake up again, then call all your brothers and your friends. I know you want to be able to say goodbye”, Sūn Wùkōng tells him. “Also, sorry for taking off your binder without your permission, but you need all the air you can get now. Don't worry, I didn't gawk at your chest like a creep. I really just wanted you to be able to breathe better.”

Èrláng smiles lopsidedly. “The last thing I'm worried about is you of all people stealing glances at my body.”

“I'm just saying, damn! Establishing that shit is important to me! I've seen the looks people give you! They're so disgusting, I wanna snatch their eyes out!”

“Such a gentlemonkey.”

The Monkey King rolls his eyes. Then his face becomes serious again. “Your brothers ought to be here soon. But before they arrive, there's something you and I need to talk about.”

He pulls something from his pocket; two bloodied gladiolus flowers and carefully places them on the blanket. Then he turns to the boy: “Kid, you might want to leave the room. I don't think you want to hear this.”

“No, I do”, Nézhā insists. “I want to hear him say it! I want him to finally tell the truth!”

Èrláng can't find it in his heart to glare at the boy, as he normally would.

Instead he sighs: “Saying it out loud won't change anything and I'll prove it.”

He takes the Monkey King's left hand with his right one and, for the first time in his life, confesses his heart.

“I love you, Sūn Wùkōng. With all my heart and soul, I adore you. You make me feel like myself again, after having to wear a mask for so long. With you, I'm not Èrláng Shén, nor the True Monarch, I'm just Yáng Jiăn and it feels so enlivening. Your boundless energy and love of life fascinates me. There is so much pain between us and yet, being with you feels like a weight has been taken off my shoulders and by the time we part, I feel light and at peace for a while. I'm in love with your laugh, the twinkle in your beautiful eyes, your cleverness, your brutal honesty towards me, our invigorating spars, and your dedication to those you care about. You are so willing to shower people with your love of life and your affection and sometimes I find myself wishing I could bask in your warmth and be as special to you as you are to me. But I've known from the start, it was never meant to be.”

By the end of his confession his shortness of breath is worse from talking so much at once, but other than that he feels nothing different. Isn't talking about your feelings supposed to make you feel lighter or something? Hah! What a bunch of baloney!

A touch on his fingers draws his attention back to the macaque by his side. The younger being clasps Èrláng's hand in both of his tiny monkey hands and gently caresses his long, thin fingers.

Wùkōng's face is sorrowful, as he speaks the words Èrláng has always anticipated but never wanted to hear: “Yáng Jiăn, I'm truly sorry. You are special to me. But I don't feel the same.”

At these words, Nézhā suddenly jumps up and starts to shriek and wail in abysmal despair, as if he's not the Third Lotus Prince, but a keening ghost.

Èrláng's heart breaks, not for himself, but for his child whose last hope of saving him has been dashed.

Still he has to lay down the law, when Nézhā starts cursing Sūn Wùkōng and showering the poor monkey with profanities and reproach.

“Nézhā, that is enough”, Èrláng says as sternly as his state allows. “Don't put this all on him. It's not his fault, that he doesn't love me, nor would I ever expect him to. Not only have I wronged him greatly in the past, he's aromantic asexual. Love cannot and should not be forced. Why don't you go into the kitchen and make some tea? I'm thirsty and these flowers are hurting my throat.”

Nézhā deflates, gives Èrláng a heartbroken look, runs from the room crying and leaves the two men alone together.

Sadly, Èrláng looks at the door for a minute, before turning to Wùkōng: “Please don't hold it against him. My child is heartbroken. It will take a while for him to get a clear head again.”

“I understand”, the Monkey King assures him. “I know grief.”

Èrláng bites his lip, then asks: “Wùkōng, may I make one last request?”

“Whatever you want”, is the reply, to his relief.

“Please, take care of Nézhā, when I'm gone. I know he's older than you, but he will need someone to be there for him. He means so much to me, the thought of him being all alone …”

He weeps.

The Monkey King moves closer to his head and wipes Èrláng's tears with his thumbs.

Èrláng melts under the tenderness and can't help but lean into these little hands.

“Put your mind at ease, Little Sage”, the macaque coos. “I will do everything I can to stand by Nézhā and be there for him. You have my word.”

The sigh of relief Èrláng releases triggers another coughing fit. But the Great Sage cradles his head in his arms and sends another wave of comfort through him. Èrláng feels his respiratory system relax along with the rest of his body and breathing becomes a little easier.

“Thank you”, he whispers.

The Monkey King smiles. “Anything for you. I meant what I said earlier, you know? You are special to me. It's a shame that this accursed disease doesn't consider queerplatonic feelings as valid. I truly wish I could save you from death, but as it is, all I can do is help ease your passing a little. Do you want me to stay?”

Èrláng leans further into the hands cradling his head and smiles, finally feeling completely calm.

“I'd like that very much.”

When Nézhā comes back with a cup of tea, Èrláng's sworn brothers and his dog are with him.

The six men look distraught and Xiàotiān whines and curls up on Èrláng's pillow next to his head.

The dog's licking tongue wakes Èrláng from his nap and upon seeing his faithful companion and friends, he smiles.

Just a few minutes after the group, Cháng'é arrives and immediately bursts into tears at the sight of her dying best friend. The last to arrive are the Six-Eared Macaque and Guānyīn, both looking like they're trying to be strong while crying on the inside.

Wùkōng can feel the sheer happiness radiating from Èrláng, can feel how loved the dying man feels.

Nézhā seemingly can't stop crying. He cries, when he sits on the other side of his father. He cries, when he helps Èrláng drink his last cup of tea. And he cries, as he curls down beside the older god.

Èrláng uses his last bit of strength to stroke the child god's head with his free hand in comfort.

Eventually, he smiles at everyone one last time, whispers “I love you all so much” and then falls asleep for the final time.

Sūn Wùkōng listens to how the intakes of breath are growing shallower and counts them.

One … two … three … four … five … six … seven … eight … nine … ten … eleven …

Then Èrláng Shén draws his last breath.

#journey to the west #erlang shen #liu'er mihou #nezha #sun wukong #one sided jiankong #tw: character death #hanahaki #tragedy

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[Attack On Titan] Modern! Touch-Starved! Annie Leonhart x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Proofread: Yes

Content Warnings: Brief mentions of slight bullying/toxic friendships

[A/N]: I had planned on adding much more to this, but I wanted to keep it relatively short so I can move on to the next character I plan to write for. I've got a masterlist in my drafts where I'm linking each post I've made for every character, but I don't plan on posting it until I've written for all of the characters I plan on writing for.

Enjoy!

Annie shuffled through her backpack for the spare key to [Y/N]’s house, cursing under her breath as she struggled. “Come on, dammit. I know I grabbed them on the way out.” Just as her finger grazed the key ring, the front door flew open to reveal [Y/N] standing there with a warm smile. “Annie, hey! Glad you could make it.” Annie raised an eyebrow and zipped her bag back up. “You sound like I’m showing up to a party of some kind.” [Y/N] chuckled and scratched the back of her neck. “Sorry, I’m just happy you’re actually here.” “I promised I’d come, didn’t I?” “Well, yeah, but…” She looked off to the side, her genuine smile becoming forced. Annie tilted her head. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, it’s not important. Uh…why don’t you come in?” The [h/c] girl stepped to the side, allowing Annie to walk past her into the den. The blonde gave her a confused--and concerned--glance as she headed inside. [Y/N] quickly locked the door and motioned for Annie to follow her upstairs to her bedroom. They trailed up the steps and into the girl’s room, where Annie often found herself staying when she felt upset or lonely. She dropped her bag down beside the door and took a seat in her usual spot against the headboard, far enough over that she could lean against the wall.

She watched [Y/N]’s movements, which seemed anxious as she searched the room for something to distract herself with. “[Y/N], if something is wrong, you can tell me. Who upset you? You know I’ll kick their ass for you, I just need a name.” A small chuckle passed the girl’s lips at Annie’s comment. The blonde felt more at ease now that she got her to smile. “It’s okay. Just had a few bad experiences with people in the past. It’s not happening anymore, it’s just painful to remember those times.” Annie nodded understandingly. She headed over to her bag and unzipped it. She dug through it for a moment, groaning as she failed to find what she was looking for. “No no no. Ugh, goddammit. I knew I was forgetting something.”

[Y/N] stepped over to peer inside the bag curiously. “What’d you forget?” Annie blushed and looked down, ashamed of what she was going to admit. “You know that stuffed lion I always have with me when I come here? The one I sleep with?” [Y/N] nodded. “I, uh…I forgot to grab it before I headed over.” “Oh.” The blonde sighed and put her bag down. “It wouldn’t be such a big deal if it was only a fidget toy. The problem is: I can’t fall asleep without it.” She never told anyone about this. She found it humiliating that she still had to cradle a stuffed animal at night just to sleep. She felt like a child.

“Oh, I know what you mean. I have the same problem–though I don’t really think it’s a bad thing. I don’t see why people find it so strange that others have comfort objects.” Annie looked up at her in surprise. “You…you sleep with something too?” [Y/N] nodded. “I don’t usually hold it when I have company over since I don’t know who will judge me and who won’t, but yeah. You can hold it tonight if you want to. I don’t mind.” Annie fidgeted with her hands, slowly nodding at length as she returned to her spot on the bed. [Y/N] headed over to the closet and picked something up from under a blanket. She turned to reveal a stuffed panda bear the size of a large pillow. She brought it over and handed it to the blonde with a smile.

“My great grandmother gave it to me before she passed. I didn’t know her very well since I was really young when she died, but it still brings me a lot of comfort.” Annie took it gently from her hands and examined it, her thumbs rubbing circles against the soft, soothing material it was made of. She slowly brought it to her lap and placed it down before cradling it against her chest. She sighed at the contact and blushed, trying to hide it with the head of the bear. “Thank you,” she whispered softly. [Y/N] smiled down at her and nodded before sitting down at the foot of the bed. “Of course.”

They sat there for a while in silence. Annie picked delicately at one of the ears that had been partially torn off, silently wondering what had happened. Probably from aging–[Y/N] had said that she had gotten it at a very young age. Surely it had been through some things during the girl’s early childhood. “So…why do you find comfort in holding things?” Annie’s eyes flickered up to see [Y/N] gazing back at her softly. She felt the heat rising to her cheeks again, spreading up to her ears. “O-Oh, well…I honestly didn’t start holding things at night until high school hit a couple of years ago.”

“Really? What caused it?” The blonde averted her gaze and stared down at the bear in her arms. “I just–um…I like to pretend it's the girl I like,” she admitted sheepishly. [Y/N]’s brows raised in surprise, a small smile toying on her lips. “Oh, that’s really sweet! Maybe someday you’ll get to hold her instead. I’m sure you will.” [Y/N] sounded as though she was being genuine, but there was something else behind her tone that Annie couldn’t quite figure out. “I hope so,” is all she said for a while. Finally, she glanced up. “What about you?” “Hm?” “Why do you find comfort in holding things?” [Y/N] smiled sadly and toyed with her fingers.

“Oh. Because I’m too worried about holding an actual person. I’m worried I’ll make them uncomfortable, or they’ll find me annoying, or–something like that. I don’t know. It just gets so lonely in my room. None of the people I call my “friends” ever stay more than a couple of hours, and that’s just because they’re always ranting to me and never listening to my own problems. I know they’re horrible people, but…I just want people to like me.”

Annie felt her heart aching at the girl’s words. How long had this been going on? Did [Y/N] talk to anyone about this at all? It seemed she truly was as lonely and touch-starved as herself.

“Oh, [Y/N], I had no idea.” [Y/N] chuckled and wiped her eyes before any tears could fall. “It’s alright. I just keep telling myself that someone will come along eventually–probably after high school, honestly. High school students are such bitches.” Annie smiled softly as the girl giggled at her own words. She turned to the blonde and pondered something for a moment. “Annie?” “Yes?” “Can I…can I hug you? Just for a little bit?” Annie’s eyebrows raised in surprise–the same way [Y/N]’s had done just moments ago. She cursed at herself mentally as she felt her face growing red once again. "I-I would..." She averted her gaze and cleared her throat. “I would like that. A lot.”

Within a moment, [Y/N] was across the bed and in front of Annie, tossing her arms over the blonde’s shoulders and pulling her close for one of those warm hugs that Annie had grown so obsessed with over the past few months. She gasped suddenly, her hands flying up to grip [Y/N]’s shoulders. She stayed there for a while, frozen in shock, before the [h/c] girl let out a choked sob. Out of pure instinct, Annie’s arms lowered themselves to move the stuffed bear to the side before pulling her even closer, letting her rest her head against her shoulder.

She felt herself tearing up, just then realizing that she wanted to be held by [Y/N] most of all, even if they weren’t together the way she dreamed. Just feeling her warmth and having the opportunity to take in her scent calmed her and made her happy. She closed her eyes, turning her head and burying her nose into the [h/c] girl’s neck. They stayed like that for a while, Annie gently swaying the two of them back and forth and rubbing her back in a soothing manner.

Although she hated to, [Y/N] did eventually lean back from the hug to wipe her eyes. She smiled tiredly at the blonde. “Sorry for getting so emotional. This year has been…really rough. You just–you’ve helped me through so much already, and I’ve wanted to hold you like that for so long.” Annie blushed, but didn’t mind it this time, a blissful smile painting her lips. “You don’t have to apologize. You’ve helped me through a lot too, believe me. I owe you so much. And I want you to know that hugging doesn’t feel like a chore to me–I really do enjoy getting to be so close to you.” They gazed at each other lovingly for a long moment, unable to hide their smiles. Finally, Annie looked down. “U-Um…so, I was thinking: maybe we could–and you don’t have to say yes–I just thought that maybe we could…”

She sighed after a second, growing embarrassed even further as [Y/N] giggled at her sudden inability to speak properly. “Just take your time. I’m not going to judge you for anything you ask,” she said softly as she rubbed Annie’s arms. “I was just wondering if we could maybe…c-cuddle? Like, while we sleep?” [Y/N] froze, though the blonde didn’t notice because she was still avoiding eye contact. After nearly a solid half-minute of no response, she glanced up through her eyelashes with pleading eyes. “Please…?” [Y/N] stared in shock for another long moment. Annie was about to apologize and tell her to forget about it, but the [h/c] girl suddenly smiled widely and nodded. “I would absolutely love that,” she finally said.

Annie felt her heart flutter. They stared at each other yet again, not sure what move to make to get comfortable and fall asleep. Finally, [Y/N] lied down on the pillow next to Annie, who then shifted down to lie beside her. Sheepishly, she scooted forward and placed her head on [Y/N]’s chest. [Y/N] smiled down warmly at her and wrapped her arms around the blonde to pull her closer. Annie could feel her heart racing–pounding against her ribs–but she didn’t feel ashamed this time because she could hear [Y/N]’s heart beating just as quickly.

She smiled, nuzzled closer, and closed her eyes with a small, soft sigh of content.

#annie leonhart x female reader #annie leonhart x y/n #annie leonhart x reader #attack on titan annie #annie leonhart #annie attack on titan #y/n #female reader #x reader #aot modern au #annie aot #aot annie #attack on titan #modern au #slight angst #fluff

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amtrak12 · 4 months

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❤️🧡🤍🩷💜A WLW ASK MEME❤️🧡🤍🩷💜 List the top 10 ladies you’ve been obsessed with Ever Of All Time! Then send this on to 5 sapphic mutuals 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

Yes, fun! :D Thank you!!

Okay, I went fictional characters with this because I just don't really get obsessed with RL people outside of like a 5 year period between 2005-2010 where I followed select actors around to other shows. Also, there's only three ladies who I can confirm fit both 'obsessed' and 'ever of all time', so I've trudged through my entire childhood for every fictional lady who's helped shape my personality to round out the list.

In Chronological Order (to me not by air date):

Margaret Houlihan (M*A*S*H) -- Oh MASH reruns on the Hallmark channel, my beloved 💚 Now, I'm primarily talking about the juicy middle seasons after Potter took over command and Loretta Swit was able to wrestle some better storylines for Margaret, but there's some gems in the early years too. I've been drawn back to MASH three times as an adult and each time I get sucked deeper and deeper into both the real life history of the Korean War and the fictional character of Margaret. Do I have a thousand and one headcanons for how she handles life after the war? Yes. Am I obsessed with whatever platonic/sexual relationship she's got going on with Hawkeye? Yes. Have I plotted out what her D&D character might look like? YEP! She's a paladin :P I also believe if you examined her character through a queer lens, you'd find a trans man rather than a queer woman, but your mileage may vary.

AndrAIa (ReBoot) -- Yeah, yeah, yeah it's a cartoon, but bb 11 year old me was absolutely OBSESSED with this show, and AndrAIa was a big part of that. Look at her little capital AI in her name! 😭 25 years before corporate greed ruined the acronym, that AI was adorable!! And very clever given that she was an NPC game sprite who decided to leave her game and live as a real sprite. Her whole existence and vibe was very formative for me. I love her.

Harley Davidson Cooper (Guiding Light) -- Yes, her full name is absolutely necessary, even if no one ever used it. So, I was SUUUCH a CBS soap girlie back around 2000-2002, and I've been very nostalgic for it in the last few years. As the World Turns was my primary soap, so I figured one of my regular blorbos like Rose or Katie or Romana would be the one I miss most. But then Harley's actress Beth Ehlers popped up during my Law & Order SVU watch and I LOST MY MIND!!!!! Her face and voice instantly filled my soul with joy! So Harley gets the trophy. Even if she didn't have any stand out storylines during that era (apart from her and Gus being Very Hot), she was always my favorite character from GL.

Piper Halliwell (Charmed, original flavor) -- Technically, I had Turtle Wexler from the book The Westing Game on this list instead because I didn't remember Piper until after I'd drafted all ten slots :S But listen! That's because health problems have made my memory shitty! It is not because Piper doesn't stand up to the test of time! Ugh, I remember the show never treated Piper like she was the fan favorite and I hadn't discovered online TV forums yet so I felt so alone in my love for her :( But being on lesbian millennial Tumblr makes 14 year old me feel SO validated, because Piper is the only Halliwell sister anyone ever talks about on my dash. 💜 Congrats everyone. We were right all along.

Lorelai Gilmore (Gilmore Girls) -- Yeeeaaah.. we've hit the Big Three that I alluded to earlier. I was very, very gay for Lorelai (and Lauren Graham) in the latter half of my high school years, and I did not realize that until way later. She taught me how to be quicker with the comebacks and, more importantly, to marry someone who could cook instead of learning how to feed yourself. And I really took that to heart. My spouse is a fantastic cook! :) (Don't get scared for me guys! I do actually know how to cook three (3) entire meals now that I'm in my 30s :P lol)

Rose Tyler/Billie Piper (Doctor Who) -- I will list the actress here, because my love for Rose Tyler is probably split 50/50 between the character herself, and Billie Piper's charisma and hotness. She's gorgeous!!! 😍 That seemingly common question in the mid-2000s of 'Who would you kiss if you were gay?' always left me stumped until New Who aired in the states. Then, I was finally able to answer 'Billie Piper' and actually mean it. Because that's what you were supposed to do with that question, right? Take it seriously and not treat it like hyperbole? #totallystraightbehavior #swearsies Alas, it would take me two more girl crushes and interacting with genuine queer women in a femslash fandom before I recognized my feelings for what they were. But Rose was still a very significant step forward!

Myka Bering (Warehouse 13) -- MY GIRL!!! My Lady of all Ladies. I would die for her. I would kill for her. I would kneel and raise my sword and swear fealty to her. MYKA FUCKING BERING, EVERYONE! 👏👏👏👏 Watching her fall in love with Helena made me realize all my girl crushes were real crushes and that I was bi. Bless her. Bless Joanne Kelly. And bless the incomparable Bering and Wells fandom. *kisses everyone on the mouth, sloppy style*

Erin Gilbert (Ghostbusters 2016) -- Look, I know that I can never get away with pretending that Erin isn't my favorite ghostbuster, but I do usually think about her in the context of her relationships! Like 8 times out of 10, when I'm headcanoning, I'm thinking about her and Abby's relationship. And if I'm not, there's a not-so-small chance I'm thinking about her relationship with Patty instead. (RIP to Holtzy who I virtually never think about outside of the foursome. Her fanbase just ruined it for me :S) But um... yeah, Erin's my favorite. I even have Pokemon parties picked out for them all. And their daemons.

Eve (Lucifer) -- Okay so I know it hasn't even been a full high school (aka 4 years) since I met Eve, so I can't really say she's someone I'll stay obsessed with forever and ever and ever. You probably don't even believe I'm obsessed with her at all given the bulk of my Lucifer talk is about Lucifer/Chloe -- but that's just cause that's where the storyline is! Trust me, Eve is my favorite character, even if she was in the least amount of episodes (RIP me). When she pops up in the background of a Deckerstar fanvid, I'm instantly distracted and have to marathon every Maze/Eve vid in my collection. I decided to use a fandom name in the first time, like, ever, when creating my Lucifer-specific Twitter account and I made it Eve themed. She's my favorite, bestest girl who can do no wrong and -- YES! -- that does include accidentally-definitely-on-purpose starting a demon mutiny that led to newborn Charlie's kidnapping. She had never been dumped before okay? First woman to ever exist and she'd never been dumped. Did you handle your first break-up well? No! I didn't think so :P

Alex Cabot (Law & Order: SVU) -- I've only know Cabot for four months, but if anything happens to her, I'll kill everyone in this room and then myself -- OH WAIT! She already left me. 😭 I am in S17 now, which is like ten seasons past when she went into witness protection and barely ever came back, yet there's not an episode that goes by where I don't think about her. So, I say that counts as longevity and am sticking her on the list. This woman has Issues. Plural. Period. She makes me say shit like 'I want to dig into her brain with a fork' and it's actually an accurate metaphor for what I feel. I love her your honor... now who can I sue for emotional damages?

#cassiopeiasara #ask #about me #long post #because I am incapable of making a list without describing 50 percent of my thoughts #(yes that wall of text above is only half of my thoughts on the matter)#:S #now I have to figure out who hasn't received this ask game yet and send it to them...

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onedivinemisfit · 2 years

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2022 Creator’s Self-Love Extravaganza

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 favorite works (fics, art, edits, etc.) you’ve created this year and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world in 2022. If you don’t have five published works, that’s fine! Include ideas/drafts/whatever you like that you’ve worked on/thought about, and talk a little about them instead! Remember, this is all about self-love and positive enthusiasm, so fuck the rules if you need to. Have fun, and tag as many fellow creators as you like so they can share the love!

Tagged by @bubblesthemonsterartist tho I daresay I am fashionably late at this point, more than two weeks into the new year. Did I forget? Maaaaybe. Which brings us right to the main problem;

I barely remember. Like. 2022. At all. Things happened, I’m sure, but it’s as if there’s a fine layer of mist atop my memories, stopping me from really seeing them. Last year wasn’t really very kind to me. For every up, three downs followed, and between two failed surgeries, a bout of covid, and then whatever the hell kind of flare happened in the autumn… yeah. Idek. It is what it is.

As such, I can’t really comment on my art as like, a whole process, this year. It just existed in the ‘now’, which is presently the ‘then’. I know I beat my submission record from last year, but it felt like a meaningless victory. Despite everything, I can feel it in my hand now, when I draw, that some progress has been made. Subconsciously perhaps, but it’s there.

Onto the ranking then! (I just had to pull up the archive cuz fuck if I remember what I posted, and when)

*deep sigh* we all saw this coming, didn’t we? As much as I love, I curse this image, for in hindsight it felt as if all my creative energy for the entire damned year went into this one piece! Like how dare! But yes it is one of my best redraws ever, and more so than the characters, I feel like I added to the background something even better than the original. There, I said it.

Omigod this entire thiiiiiing. Were it not for the redraw, this would be the top spot. I can’t explain, so many ideas are left in the brain for countless hours, days, months, YEARS. This was two years in the making, and never before did I manage to recreate something that had the exact same vibe as it looked in my imagination. Especially because I’m not a comic creator, hashtag compulsive disclaimer lol. Also while I was drawing it, seeing people go from “hmmm what’s this?” to “wait is that-?” and then “ooooooh it is the lead-up to The Thing” was priceless.

A last-second outlier comes in third. I admit to making this in a hurry, just to have something really nice to show for december (a month which is usually a highly productive month to me, but 2022 didn’t let me have that either) and as such, since I was struggling, both with a deadline, and a lack of real inspiration, I feel like. I managed to improve, somehow. Call it magic, but this looks noticeably different to many of my other colored pieces.

To be perfectly honest, this was a sketch. People might not think it one, for it has details, a color scheme, and even effects - but at the time I posted it, this was just a colorized sketch in my mind. Tumblr disagreed. And I was left in awe watching this first get reblogged within the fandom, then beyond, then go through a hanfu appreciation blog, and finally reblogged with a truly tender chinese poem attached that said person felt gave them the same vibe as what I had drawn. The people spoke, and I was both awed and humbled, and I learned a valuable lesson in humanity relating to art.

Unlike the others, this was a conscious attempt at something different. I can’t really say why it should go in the fifth spot, but it does; i spent a lot more time than usual on composition, colors, and most importantly, mood setting. And putting characters so solidly into the middleground can be a challenge in itself for me, as I run the risk of getting storybook-ish. Which would’ve been disastrous for a scene like this.

Honorable mention;

Coping through art. @bubblesthemonsterartist has the honor of inspiring this, or like, being the one to “give me” the go-ahead to channel some of my experiences through the characters and story-telling in general. Back pain is something I know all too well, and it was well and truly therapeutic. I also got to do another test of “can I retell this scene, even if I switch part of the cast and premise?” And it seems I did. I will always remember @what-plant-metaphor-am-i ‘s tag; ‘# I feel like I just watched an entire episode XD’ <- never has my inner storyteller been more validated.

There, that wasn’t so hard! Sometimes I’m really thankful for the internet, and timestamps, and kicking my memory back into gear etc… anyway, since I am so woefully late to the party, I’m not tagging anyone specifically; if you wanna be fashionably late too, you know who tagged you~

#2022 self love extravaganza #art meme #self love meme #2022 summary #myart #about the artiste

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Hihi! Spotify wrapped game: Doug x Dylas and use song 42 :)

Spotify Wrapped Inbox Prompt: Accepting! 42. Draft Dodger Rag by Phil Ochs

A/N: SPINCH LOL!! Oh my god. This song choice. I had NO IDEA what to do with this. And also how to not make it deeply political bc I’m not in the mood to do that, lol. SO. Here you go. This was my best attempt, at Doug dodging the draft xD. Thank you so much for sending in the request, this was extremely fun and silly. Also thank you @randomstarmuffin for helping me think of this idea. It was gonna be this or a M*A*S*H AU, since the song reminds me of that show, and I don’t need more excuses to have MASH brain rot. Also. Forgive me for any inaccuracies here. I’ve never been drafted into the army, so all my research is from old 1940s movies I used to watch with my dad, and I didn’t know how to google more of this without plunging myself into hours and hours of research.

Well, shit.

Fuck. This is a problem. This is definitely a problem. How in the absolute hell is Doug going to get himself out of this one? He’s gotten himself both into and out of a great many things, but this one seems like a particularly large and difficult-to-get-out-of sort of thing he’s in.

“First and last name?” asks (or rather, demands) the very official-looking government employee sitting in front of a desk, staring at Doug impatiently. Doug shifts on his feet. A whole queue of people wait around him, also filling out their enlistment cards or waiting to do so.

Doug fights off a groan. “Doug Reid.”

“Height?”

Doug sweats. “Um. Seven-foot-ten.”

The man, slowly, looks Doug up and down, and then raises a very unimpressed eyebrow at him.

“Two-foot-one?”

“That one’s more believable,” scoffs the man.

“Hey! Watch it, asshole.” Doug’s irritation spikes, which is maybe not the best move considering the position he’s in. Okay, so smooth-talking his way out of this is probably not going to work. Neither is faking an injury, because honestly Doug’s never been a great liar. He wishes he would’ve stolen his sister’s inhaler on his way here. Maybe he can pretend he has a spleen problem?

“Height?” The man repeats, less patiently.

“Ugh. Fight-foot-five, okay?”

The man writes it down. “Weight?”

Doug goes through the rest of the process with the employee, multi-tasking as he cusses out every government employee that has ever existed (and also every single politician while he’s at it, too), and also trying to figure out another way out of this. Could he pretend to be married? Maybe say his wife is pregnant? Would that work?

A loud noise startles him out of his thoughts.

At some point, a very tall man with long hair had stepped up next to him in the queue, also filling out an enlistment card with a government employee. Most notably, the tall man is also putting up quite a big fuss.

“Yes,” he says with a groan so annoyed and an expression so deadpan that Doug is a actually a little bit impressed, and continues to eavesdrop (it’s hard not to). “I’m actually six-foot-five. What? Too tall to join? Fantastic, can I fucking go home now?”

The man tries to leave, but the employee calls out “Sir-- please wait!”

“Ahem,” says the employee that Doug himself is dealing with. “Attention here, please, sir. I asked, what’s your marital status?”

Oh. Hm.

Doug’s not sure why he does it. Maybe it’s because he feels like a kindred spirit, a little bit, to how much the tall man also seems to hate this whole process. Maybe it’s because Doug is absolutely desperate to not be sent away from his family, possibly to his own death. Maybe it’s because the tall man is actually kind of a little bit handsome.

There’s a whole multitude of reasons. They’re all pretty fucking stupid, Doug will think in retrospect.

But, for now? Well, a man does what he must.

“Yeah, I’m married,” Doug says, a little extra loud and attention grab-y. Before the employee can finish writing that down, Doug adds, “Actually, it just so happens my spouse is over here. Oh, honey?” He turns to the tall man, who immediately gives him a quizzical look.

In a split-hair of a second, Doug and the man share an entire conversation with just their eyes.

You’ll do anything to get out of this? Doug’s eyes ask.

Yeah. You? the tall man’s eyes respond.

Yup.

Then Doug grabs the man by the lapels of his coat, pulls him down (for what feels like miles, by the way), and kisses him long and hard. And kisses him, and kisses him, and kisses him. And he kisses Doug back.

Doug can vaguely feel all eyes in the room on them. He can hear a few gasps, a few clasps. He barely focuses on that, though. What he really focuses on is the feeling of this man’s lips against his, a little rough, a little dry, but surprisingly very pleasant.

Huh, Doug thinks. I actually kinda like this.

#LITERALLY what is this drabble and WHAT IS MY LIFE #I DONT KNOW I DONT KNOW LOOOOOL this was so funny and so. random. and. historically innacurate #and perhaps culturally insensitive. um. im not very pro-army. ANYWAY. here u go spinch. thank you for this accidentally hilarious prompt #inbox prompt #ben answers #my writing #drabble #doug x dylas #rf4 #rune factory 4 #fanfic #fic #spotify wrapped #song prompt #swearing #anti-army #uh listen dont read this if you dont want to #mild implied homophobia i guess????#bc of the time period?? IDK WHAT TIME PERIOD IT EVEN IS

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Broken Gears, Ch. I

Chapter 1 of 2 for "Broken Gears," an Essence of Ragnarok story. Co-written by AI Dungeon (Griffin)

Hope decides to confront a roommate about his negative behavior toward her… and learns that this isn't the first time she's tried.

Word count: 2,944 – Character count: 17,816 Drafted: March 20th, 2023 Revised: March 21st, 2023 –

Yep. Okay. Just gonna want y'all, this story has some very sensitive material in it. As in, stronger than usual. I'm not gonna say what, exactly, but just suffice to say… it's not good.

Hope, Dylan Dumouchel, "Essence of Ragnarok", and related characters and concepts created by and © Jo Li

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Hope returned home on a breezy day during the start of the fall. She took the elevator to the 7th floor of the apartment complex where she lived, like always, then approached the door. She stepped in to see one of her roommates sitting in a comfy chair, reading a comic book. "Mr. Dumouchel?" "'Dylan'," the cat in the chair countered. "Still 'Dylan', always 'Dylan'." "S-sorry…" The girl fidgeted. "I was just a little surprised to see you home… Carlos and Eliza went into town and I'd assumed you'd gone, too." "Nope!" Dylan set his comic down and smiled. "Figured I'd give those two some 'alone time'… if you get my drift." Hope smiled back. She paused, then… "So… it's just us?" she asked. "Yep." As Dylan brought his comic back up, Hope looked away. Something was on her mind… "Um… h-hey, Dylan?" "Yeah?" the man said as he read his comic. "They're not gonna be back for a while… right?" There was a long pause. "Dunnooo…" he said, sounding suspicious of her. "Whyyy…?" Hope swallowed hard. "W-well, I was–" "You wanna make out or somethin'?" The girl blinked. If she had been capable, she probably would have blushed. "N-No! Of course not!" she cried, growing a little flustered. "I love my b–" "I'm… gonna stop ya right there, Blue." The girl blinked as Dylan set his comic down again. He slid out of his chair and got to his feet, stretching and popping his back. When he started to approach her, she shrank back a little and started fidgeting with her scarf. When he was right in front of her, she pulled it up farther, covering her mouth. She had no idea what was going through his mind… and that made her very nervous.

"Hope?" "Ah–! Y-yes?" she cried, looking at him in a start. "You were gonna come over and give me a piece of your mind. Weren't you?" "Ah–!" Again, she was startled. "How did you–" "You're a machine," he said with a grin, his tone teasing. "You're predictable." "Th-that's not true!" The girl's face became angry. "A-and I'm more than–" "You're 'more than a machine'," he interrupted. "Yeah, yeah, I know…" The girl frowned. "You're always like this when we're by ourselves… Why?" Dylan looked up at the ceiling. Then, he told her… "It's because… I'm madly in love with you, Hope."

Hope turned away from him, hiding behind her scarf again. "I'm… not…" she murmured. "That doesn't… M-Mr. Dumouchel, I–" "Oh, c'mon, Blue…" The cat reached over, gently caressing the girl's cheek. "What's Los got that I don't? Other than muscles, I mean. And funny-looking eyes." "Th-that's rude!" she snapped. "A-and he's nice, kind, and… he loves me for who I am!" "Is that all?" He chuckled. "Well, I can give you a different kind of love… In fact, I did about a month ago." Hope blinked a couple of times, looking confused. "What do you mean?" The cat grinned from ear to ear, continuing to stroke her cheek. Then, he leaned in close and whispered three words that sent chills down the girl's metallic spine…

"I raped you."

Hope slowly recoiled, pressing herself back against the apartment door. She shakily looked at Dylan's face, trying to find any trace that he was just joking. She couldn't find any… "Y… you… you…?" she stammered, her voice wavering. "Yeah," he said. "I did." She looked down… then left… then down… then she looked back up. "O-okay, Mr. Dumouchel…" she said with a nervous laugh. "Y-you win." "I win," he asked, giving her a curious look. "Yes." She cautiously smiled. "Y-you've made your point. You don't want me to approach you about certain things like… like… treating me right… s-so–" "Wait, do you think I'm kidding?" Her smile faded. "Y-yes. You… you have to be!" she protested. "No, I really did," he insisted with a straight face. She laughed a little more, but she was starting to lose her composure. "Y-you couldn't have…" she squeaked. "I'd– I'd remember something like that!" "Not if I flashed your memory." The girl froze. "What?" she asked, her voice cracking. "Yeah." The cat smiled. "I raped you, then I flashed your short-term memory so you'd forget. Isn't that funny?" The girl's fear suddenly turned to anger… "N-no!" she cried. "That's not funny at all! Why would you do that…?!" "Dunno," he said with a shrug. "You came up to me last month… got in my face about treating you like 'a person'… one thing led to another, and well…" He found the whole thing amusing, considering how much he was chuckling. Hope, however…

"Y-you're a monster!" she shouted, pushing him away. "You… you… you forced yourself on me? And made me forget?! H-how can you live with yourself…?!" "I–" "Wait, don't answer that." She glared at him. "I know what you're going to say." "Oka–" "It 'doesn't count' because I'm a 'machine', right?" "Actually–" "Right…" She looked down then back up. "I'm calling Carlos!" "Override Command: Talon Zero Alpha Niner. Authentication: Dumouchel." Hope had just reached into her pocket to retrieve her phone when she heard those words. The next thing she knew… her joints were locked in place! She couldn't move!

"Wh… what did you–" The girl tried to wince when Dylan slammed his hands against the door. She failed. "I raped you," he said, getting right in her face, "because you were getting uppity." "'Uppity'?!" She angrily glared at him. At least she could still do that… "That's right," he said with a nod. "In what way was I being self-righteous or arrogant?!" she demanded to know. "As I said…" He leaned back, putting his hands in his pockets. "You were trying to shove your 'rights as a person' down my throat. I didn't like it, so I froze your locomotion servos and had my way with you. Simple as that." "'Simple as that'?!" She closed her eyes, wishing she could shake her head. "There's nothing 'simple' about forcing yourself onto another person without their consent! That's… that's a crime!!" "I know." The simplicity of the cat's response caught the girl off guard. She opened her wet eyes and stared into his. It was then that she realized… "You're… you're not even sorry." He chuckled. "Nope."

"You're not sorry you did it," she continued. "You were trying to… to… 'put me in my place' or something and thought that… that f-forcing yourself on me would do it…" He nodded. "Yep." Hope paused before asking, "Did it?" The cat chuckled again. "Two cracked ribs and a funny limp would say 'no'." She paused again. "I… cracked your ribs…?" "You got me in an all-limb bear hug and squeezed me 'til I snapped." "I…" Her eyes turned to the floor. "I-I'm so sorry…" Once again… she paused. "But…" She looked back up, angrily glaring again. "You deserved it if you did… that!" "Which, I did." "Th– then, you deserved it!!" she reinforced. He shrugged. "Never said I didn't." Once again, the sheer audacity of his words made the girl both concerned and infuriated.

"Why are you being so carefree about this?! You committed a crime! A serious crime!!" she added. "It doesn't matter if I'm an android! You forced yourself on me without my permission or consent! Was I even awake when this happened?!" "Yeah." He chuckled a little more. "You didn't like it." "As well I shouldn't!" "But, look–" "Dylan!" she snapped. "You're not just a jerk! You're a criminal! You're… you're…" The cat raised an eyebrow. "'Evil'? A 'villain'? The 'bad guy'…?" "I… y-yes!!" she sputtered. "Fine." The cat paused to clear his throat. "Override Command: Talon One Alpha Niner. Authentication: Dumouchel." Hope staggered back against the door as her joints became unlocked. She stood, then, and looked at Dylan. She didn't know what to say at that point. "What now?" he asked as Hope continued doing what she was before he'd frozen her. "I'm… I'm going to call my boyfriend, then I'm going to call the police," she calmly answered. Her expression turned suspicious as she asked, "Why…?" "Just curious." Dylan slowly turned around and started talking back into the living room proper. As he did, Hope… hesitated. "Aren't… aren't you going to stop me?" she pressed. "Hey," the cat answered, "you've got me dead to rights. I committed a crime and I should have to pay for it. So… go for it." "O-okay… I will!"

Hope started to dial her boyfriend's number… but she couldn't take her eyes off Dylan. She kept expecting him to do or say something… "I'm… calling him now," she warned. "Okay," the cat answered as he sat in his chair. "It's… ringing," she told him. "Okay," he said in return, retrieving his comic book. "You're… not going to stop me?" "Should I?" Hope… didn't have an answer for that.

"Hello? What is it, Hope?"

Carlos' voice came through the phone's speaker. Hope should have been happy to hear him. However… she was far too distracted. "Hope?" he called. "You there?" "Yes," she eventually answered. "Yes, I'm here, Carlos." "What do you want?" he asked in his usual tone. "I'm calling because… I mean…" She glanced over at the cat. He cheerfully waved at her before returning to his comic. "I… I need to tell you something about Dylan," she continued. "What about him?" the wolf answered. Hope… hesitated again. She was still watching the cat sit there with his back against one arm and his butt against the other arm of his chair, reading a comic book like nothing was going on. Something wasn't adding up… "He's… he…" "Is he okay?" Carlos randomly asked. "I know the idiot hurt himself last month." "He's…" Hope paused. And then…

"He's fine."

"He's fine?" Her boyfriend sounded confused. And understandably so. "Y-yes," she answered. "He's just fine." There was a pause before Carlos asked, "Then why did you call?" "I… wanted to call and say that…" She paused again. "We're… planning dinner." "You're… planning dinner?" He sounded even more confused. "You guys?" At that point, Dylan looked up from his comic, staring in surprise at the android. What in the world was she doing…?

"Yeah," she lied. "We were wondering what you wanted for dinner. We were… thinking about some sort of beef noodle dish?" There was a long, loaded pause. "You called me to tell me that? Really." "Yeah…" The girl nervously laughed. "S-silly, I know, but–" "Beef and pasta sounds alright." Hope calmly breathed as she listened to Carlos answer. Her lie had worked. "Maybe stroganoff of some kind…" he suggested. "Eliza, what do you– yeah, she says that sounds good." "Perfect," she replied. "Alright then." Another pause. "Do you guys need anything? We're at the store…" "No, no, we have the ingredients here." She was lying again, but to the best of her knowledge, they did actually have the ingredients for a "family-sized" portion of stroganoff. "Alright. We'll be home after a while. Eliza wants to watch that new action movie…" "Take your time…" Hope flinched. She had no idea why she said that. "L-love you!" she called. "You, too." With that, the call ended.

"What. Was that."

Dylan set his comic down and walked back over to Hope with a look of genuine concern. "You were s'posed to tell Los what I did to you," he exclaimed, "but you just… choked! What's the deal, Hope? Lose your nerve or somethin'?" "I… don't know!" Hope exclaimed. "Well, that makes two of us." As Dylan laughed, Hope put her phone back into her pocket. She looked beside herself with confusion and maybe a little disappointment. It took her several seconds before she could look that cat in the face, again.

"Answers." "What?" Dylan flinched. Hope had grabbed him by the collar and gotten in his face. "I need answers!" she firmly demanded. "Answers to what?" he responded, his face and tone turning cold. "Why were you letting me do that?! Aren't you scared he'd… he'd…" "Kill me?" "Maybe?!" Dylan's face softened and he chuckled again. "Maybe I deserve it…" "You…" Hope paused. "You don't deserve to die… May– maybe get a little beat up…" "You have a soft spot for me. I knew it." "No?!" She shoved him away, shaking her head and looking frustrated, much to his amusement. "I just…" She sighed. "I just don't see the point in you dying when, instead, you could be incarcerated and made to serve a sentence for your crime! That's– that's all…" "'Let the punishment fit the crime'?" he asked. She rubbed her arm, looking away. "I… I guess…" She had no idea. "So…" Dylan smirked. "How 'bout you rape me?" Hope's eyes widened and she looked back at the cat. He was smiling. "What?" He grinned. "'Let the punishment fit the crime', Blue…" As he shrugged and chuckled, Hope found herself at a loss. She didn't know what to make of him. She was just confused… definitely a little angry… But most importantly? "I want to know why you're doing this." "Why I'm doing what?" he asked the flustered android. "Why you're playing this off like it's some big joke!" He snapped his fingers at her, winking. "That's just how I am, Blue." And that was all she could stand…

Tears formed in Hope's eyes as she stared at the smiling cat. He was always frustrating… always picking on her when their friends were around… and always putting her down when they were away… He'd openly confessed to assaulting her… physically and sexually! He even encouraged her to report him to her boyfriend and the police! Even with potential death and incarceration hanging over his head… he just acted like nothing out of the ordinary was happening. She wanted to punch him… and wanted to cry. More than anything, though?

"I just want answers…"

"'Answers'?" Dylan tossed his head from side to side a couple of times, popping his neck. "I can't give you answers–" "Why not?!" Hope shouted, tears breaking free. "– unless you ask me questions…" he finished. "O-oh…" The girl tried to calm down. She rubbed her face with one arm, getting synthetic tears onto her gray undershirt, then she looked back up. She needed a minute to think…

"Okay…" "Okay?" the cat answered, tilting his head. "Okay…" she repeated. "Okay. My first question is…" She looked into his eyes. "Are you sorry?" That question caught Dylan off guard. "What?" he asked in surprise. "Are you sorry?" she adamantly repeated. "'Am I sorry?'" he echoed. "Yeah." She paused before adding: "Are you sorry for what you did to me?" "No." She should have expected that level of bluntness… but it still made her flinch. "Wh… why not?" was her next question. The cat smiled, scratching his cheek. "I dunno…" "Are you serious…?" He shrugged and grinned. "I dunno." "Dylan!!" Hope got in his face again. "This isn't a joke! I'm being serious!!" He frowned. "Too close," he said in a low tone. "I want to know if you're sorry for what you did to me! Yes… or no!" "I said…" He frowned. "You're too close." "YES! Or. NO!" "What part of–" "Answer my question!!"

Hope's eyes widened again. It happened in a flash… The instant she had finished roaring at him… Dylan grabbed her arms and threw her against the door, pinning her there by the wrist. He glared into her eyes, his nose pressed against hers. She could see his tail flicking back and forth in her peripheral vision, too… He was not happy.

"You wanna know why I'm not sorry I raped you?" Dylan asked, his calm voice mismatching his angry face. "Y… yes!" Hope shouted despite her fear. "Why aren't you sorry?! Don't you–" "I'm not sorry…" he snapped, "because… because…" The anger faded from his face… and he let her go, taking a step back. "I don't know," he finally answered. "I really don't know, okay? I'm just not sorry." Hope's stared at him as she rubbed her wrists. "What?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "You got somethin' to say?" "This… is going to change things…" she whispered, sounding worried. "How so?" The girl frowned. "How can I trust you… knowing you forced yourself on me?" "'How can you trust me?'" he echoed. "Yes…" She softly nodded. "You froze my joints and had your way with me against my wishes. What's stopping you from doing it again?" The cat paused… chuckled… then shook his head before looking down. "Would you believe me if I said…" He looked back up, wearing a soft smile. "It's because I respect you too much?" "You… 'respect me'?" She scowled. "You don't molest people you respect…" "Without their permission, you mean." Her face flinched. She was blushing in her head… "Y-yeah," she answered honestly. "You don't molest people you respect without their consent. That's not just the law… That's… that's, um…" "All a part of respecting someone?" She nodded again. "Respect should go both ways in any kind of relationship, though!" "Do you respect no?" "I…" She paused. "N-no. No, I don't." "Fair 'nuff." The cat chuckled. "I don't respect me, either!" "And that's why!" Hope sighed, putting her arms behind her back as she leaned against the closed door. "Everything's just… one big joke to you! You always tease Carlos until he hits you, you always joke around with Ms. Armstrong, and most of the time, you either treat me like I'm less than a person… or you treat me like I'm a household appliance! It's infuriating…! And…" She looked away, hugging herself. "And… I sometimes wonder if you're right to treat me like that…"

#fiction #Essence of Ragnarok #Year 2043 #Broken Gears #original characters #Hope North #Dylan Dumouchel #drama #suspense

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Yandere! Idia Shroud x Camgirl! Reader SMUT

A/N: Hello! This is my first fic I've posted on tumblr, and I'm not used to using it at all. I hope this turned out okay and you enjoy! This is a College AU, implied magicless world, and reader is a camgirl.

This fic is purely 18+, minors do not interact.

Word Count: ~4.4k

Warnings: dubcon, brief mention of blood, non consensual drug use (aphrodisiacs)

Friday night, 11:24pm, 6 minutes before your scheduled time to start “work”. You had just finished putting on your makeup and outfit, now trying to hype yourself up in the mirror.

'I can do this. This is gonna be a great show!' You told yourself, while staring at your reflection wearing the revealing outfit. Tonight’s choice was a catgirl maid costume; the maid dress just barely covering your body and showing a large amount of chest. A choker with a bell on it, cat ears, and thigh high socks.

Giving yourself a nod of encouragement, you sat down in the chair in front of your desk, where your laptop and webcam were situated, along with your ring lights, one at each side of the desk so you were well lit for the camera. Making sure you were logged into the site, your camera angle looked good, and your laptop was charging, you waited.

You loved your side gig as a camgirl. You were able to appeal to multiple people’s sexual desires while also being able to bring yourself to pleasure, sometimes more than once per stream, if there were enough donations of course. You were also able to make a decent amount of money while doing this side job, paying for college while having fun was a pretty big plus. And, if you were gonna be honest, the validation of being attractive to so many people really made you feel a lot better about yourself.

You quickly noticed your clock switch to 11:30pm. Time to start. You clicked on the set of buttons you pretty much knew by heart to get the show started. Once it did, you started up some music to fill the silence. Just some cute electronic music to dance in your chair to while you wait for the viewers to come in. You didn’t really have as many as the big camgirls but you had a few loyal people come and watch your streams, which set your heart at ease.

5 viewers

cay-kun @ 11:31pm: wooow y/n-chan, you look so cute! excited for tonight’s show~

User18535 @ 11:32pm: fuck you’re so goddamn cute, i love your tits. can’t wait to see what that pussy looks like

10 viewers

You playfully giggled while reading the last message, winking and sticking your tongue out while flashing the camera your panties from under your skirt. While waiting for more people to join, you also made a point to talk to your viewers, asking about their day and what they’ve been up to recently, which they loved you for.

25 viewers

User58273 @ 11:34pm: You look so kawaii, I wish I could have you service me.

40 viewers

Glancing at the viewer count, you decide to officially start.

“Hi hiii~ I’m so happy to see you all here tonight! Let’s have some fun, hmm?” you started playfully. “Do you guys like my outfit?” Messages of “yes” and “yeah baby”s began flooding the chat and you grinned. “Well, I have something that will be a real treat for you all~”

You reached over to grab something that couldn’t be seen by the camera or the viewers.

~~~~~

Idia was browsing through the site full of nude streamers, trying to find a person to watch so he could relieve his tension from this week. It was midterms season and his Computer Science teachers were giving him hell by making him do in person presentations, exams, and assignments that kept piling up. It took a lot of time away from gaming and side projects of coding his own programs. He also unfortunately didn’t have his little brother Ortho with him in college, as the university didn’t allow them both to attend “as one student”. Ortho definitely eased some stress as someone he could trust and talk to, but Idia’s parents decided to keep Ortho at home to “prevent Idia from being distracted”, much to his dismay.

Idia was at least blessed to not have a roommate, so he could at least have his own privacy for nights like this. Idia’s eyes landed on a thumbnail of a girl that was dressed in cat ears and a lewd maid outfit and was intrigued. He clicked on the video icon and was met with your figure bent so that your ass was up and legs were spread on the chair you were previously sitting on. The girl on the stream had her panties down to her knees and was currently lubing up a cat tail butt plug.

“Ah, I’ve never used this before so, bear with me, please!” She pleaded, eyes looking directly at the camera. Idia was intrigued now this was her first time using it. He felt like this was perfect timing, almost like she was doing it just for him. Until he saw the comments flooding in from different people who were probably thinking the same way.

“Put it in already”

“Go slow okay~”

“don’t force yourself if you don’t want to! >//<”

“Tch,” Idia scoffed to himself. “Seems like she has simps already. No use in being interested in someo-“

“H- here it goes!” You moaned, starting to slowly shove the length and girth of the butt plug into your tight hole. “Aaanh~ it’s stretching me out...” Your eyes pricked with tears while your face contorted into pure pleasure with a hint of pain, all while staring at the camera. Every so often he could hear the little jingle from the bell on your choker.

Idia felt his pants getting tighter and his palms were starting to sweat. The face you made at him was just too unreal and he needed more. He palmed at his growing erection while you shivered at the feeling of being filled by the toy. Pulling his sweatpants down to his ankles, he started stroking his cock lightly.

cay-kun @ 11:38pm: oh y/n-chan the way that stretches out your hole is so sexy~ definitely taking a screenshot for later!

User39748 @ 11:38pm: SHIT i wish i was there fucking you with that in your ass

Blushing, you turned around so that one of your legs were in the chair while your other was up, effectively showing the camera a view of your pussy and butt plug. “What do you want me to do? I’ll just play with myself until someone makes a donation and tells me what I should do! Highest bidder within the next minute~.” With that, you looked into the camera again while soaking your middle and ring fingers with saliva and bringing them to your clit, rubbing small circles into it.

Idia realized that, even now, he wanted to have some kind of control over you. He had a lot of disposable income, being from a pretty rich family. The blue haired boy grabbed his credit card and began to type.

Ignia has donated $100!

Your eyes widened and you gasped slightly. Idia bit his bottom lip at the sight. “Ah, Ignia! Thank you for the donation, you’re new here! Welcome, what would you like to see me do~?” You smiled while looking at the camera. Idia felt like you were staring into his soul and he was sweating profusely. He thought for a minute, gulped, and decided to send a message.

Ignia @ 11:43pm: I want you to keep watching my messages and do what I say, kitten. First I want you to grab a vibrating dildo if you have one and put it at the lowest setting, then fuck yourself slowly with it.

Idia would never have the balls to be this bold with anybody. But this is the internet, so fuck it, he’ll be truthful and just say what he wanted.

You nodded and proceeded to grab one from the table of toys you had next to your desk, lubed it slightly, and did what he told you to. You moaned at the intrusion and the feeling of being filled. “Mmh, it feels so good..!” You cried out.

Ignia has donated $50!

Ignia @ 11:45pm: And by the way, call me Master. You don’t get to cum until I say so.

You shivered at this stranger’s boldness and quietly spoke, “Yes, master...” you looked away shyly from the camera and closed your eyes for a minute, thrusting the vibrating device in and out of your wetness. A couple of moans slipped through your mouth as you felt your juices spreading onto your legs.

Ignia @ 11:47pm: Faster. Fuck yourself faster for me, kitten, and put it on the medium setting for me.

You did as you were told, fingers trembling to follow what the stranger had told you. Your (h/c) hair was starting to feel moist from your layer of sweat and your body was heating up, causing your breasts to stick to the costume.

Ignia @ 11:49pm: Take your tits out and play with your nipples

You panted heavily and lowered your chest area’s covering, revealing the sheen of sweat around your tits. Flicking your left nipple while working the dildo with your right, your hands were occupied with pleasing yourself as this stranger commanded, moaning out. “Aah, m-master, f-feels so go-ood~!”

Idia was smirking, stroking hard at his cock at the sight and idea of you actually doing what he said almost made him cum then and there, but he stopped himself. He couldn’t help the rapid beating of his heart when you said the last sentence. Idia felt special. The power he had over you was addicting and he wanted to see you push yourself over the edge under his command.

65 viewers

User58273: Fuck this is so hot, I wish I could be your master too

Seeing this comment somehow made Idia seethe. He didn’t want to share you, even though this was his first stream with you. You made him feel special. He started typing out his draft of what to reply to the thirsty viewers.

Draft: Ignia: You stupid bastards, no, I’m not going to share her.

Before Idia could send the message you spoke up in a moaning voice. “*pant* N-no, my master tonight is I-Ignia, haanh~”. You were still playing with your nipples while fucking yourself well with the dildo, a light blush decorated your face and beads of sweat starting to form on the sides of your face and your body.

Idia’s jaw dropped. ‘Does she actually really want me?’ He was getting hot, too hot for his own comfort. Usually he wouldn’t last this long during his sessions but he really wanted to see you fall apart under his command. He paid for it, after all.

“Master~ I’m getting close, I- I wanna cum soon!” You whined, pleading (e/c) orbs staring into the camera with your mouth open from panting heavily.

“Cum already, don’t hold yourself back”

“Just keep going babygirl”

“Let yourself cum”

Once again, Idia scoffed in annoyance, but he noticed you never acknowledged any of the other commenters, waiting patiently for the words to come from him.

Ignia @ 11:55pm: put the toy at the highest setting, fuck yourself til you cum, then keep pumping it while you ride out your climax.

Upon seeing those words, your fingers work to put your toy at the highest setting inside your dripping cunt. You closed your eyes while you try to imagine the user who was giving out the commands, imagining them slapping your ass and fucking you until you could see stars. The feeling of both of your holes being filled was overwhelming now, and the hot feeling built up in your core faster than you realized. Idia could see it too, the heaving of your chest was picking up rapidly.

“M-,, ma- master.! I’m cumming!!!” You shrieked. Closing your eyes with your tongue unintentionally lolling out, you released a silent scream as soon as your orgasm hit. It felt like a knot inside of your body had come undone suddenly. Your orgasm had your pussy clenching around the toy that was still vibrating intensely inside of you, stimulating you longer and making you release high pitched screams.

Hearing your words before cumming had Idia teetering on the edge, but watching your facial expressions and your moans made him finish suddenly with a grunt, his pale cock spurting thick white cum all over his hand. Still, Idia kept stroking his length while you were riding out your high, overstimulating himself to match your actions on the stream.

You pulled out the toy weakly and turned it off, putting it down on a towel next to your desk.

Ignia has donated $5!

Ignia @ 11:59pm: Spread your pussy lips babygirl, I wanna see your tight hole.

User39748 @ 11:59pm: I agree with Ignia

cay-kun @ 12:00am: ah~ I also agree. Let’s see you spread it, hmm~? Oh, can you also do a lil ‘nya!’?

You checked the chat and blushed heavily, post-orgasm shyness now taking over your mind. You hesitantly shifted in the chair while spreading yourself open with your pointer and middle finger, showing off your glistening folds with your lightly abused hole. “Nya...” you held up your other hand to do the signature “catgirl” pose, playfully sticking your tongue out too.

Idia was cleaning himself off but he could feel himself twitch again, staring at your meek form. You were so gorgeous and he really wanted to see more of you, making sure to press the “Follow” button, so he wouldn’t miss another stream.

After a few seconds, you decide to end your show, feeling extremely tired and needing a shower from sweating so much. “Thank you so so much for joining me tonight! I hope you guys have a wonderful rest of your evening~ take care and I hope to see you all soon!”

Small tips ranging between $1-$10 started to flow in along with messages of “take care~” “see you soon!” “great show baby ;)”.

You clicked off and you sighed deeply. Looking at your earnings tonight, you made around $200. This was probably the most you’ve made in one single stream, and $155 of that was from Ignia, a new follower and the one who pretty much commanded your entire show tonight. It really turned you on to have someone do that for you and it was the first time a viewer made you do something that felt so lewd that made you cum so quickly.

You stood up from the chair, cleaned up your desk and toys, and headed for the bathroom. Taking off your makeup in the sink, you jumped into the shower to clean yourself up.

~~~~~

Idia tentatively bit his shirt sleeve, his blue locks framing his face. Something inside of him told him that he needed to talk to you more. He had already typed out a message to send along with his friend request. He was scared - scared of being rejected by someone as pretty as you, especially now that he had already felt so attached to you, or rather, what he’s seen from the stream tonight.

Yellow eyes closed tightly as he clicked to send the friend request to you.

~~~~~

Jumping out of the shower, you throw on a head and body towel and started to brush your teeth. Walking around the room you realized your laptop was still on, and there was a notification box front and center. Curious, you clicked on it.

“One new friend request and message”.

“Friend Request: Ignia

Message: Hey, this is the user from your stream earlier. I just wanted to say I really enjoyed your stream tonight. You seem nice too, so I’d like to get to know you more. If you’re interested just feel free to add me back, no pressure ofc.

Thx

Ignia”

You blinked a few times, pondering what you should do. You had gotten messages from guys before but they only said cheap compliments and asking for private shows. You were single so there wasn’t anybody holding you down and this guy didn’t seem to radiate any bad vibes. His dominant nature over chat really turned you on and you were curious about him, so you decided to accept his friend request and send a reply.

“From: y/n-kitty-cat

Hi there :) I decided to accept your message, cause why not? You shouldn’t be that creepy, right? ;P anyway, I’m glad you enjoyed my stream tonight <3 I hope you can come to future ones too!! I’d like to see you around more ;)

❤️

y/n”

You sent the message and went to the bathroom to finish brushing your teeth and your other nightly routines.

Idia couldn’t believe his eyes - you had actually messaged him back and you were really flirtatious!! That meant he was different in your eyes, right? It has to be true! He was determined to meet up with you, eventually. His dick throbbed at the idea of having you to himself, pleasing him with your mouth, doing all those lewd faces you made on the stream... his mind wandered while he pushed his pants down once again and thought of his muse who was now his “friend”.

~~~~~

After a few days of messaging back and forth, you and Ignia had ended up exchanging numbers and using text to communicate almost daily. You found out things like what your majors in college were, finding out his real name was Idia, which was a pretty unique name, and realizing you were both from the same city. Well, it’s not like Idia hadn’t already done his research - the night he became your friend he had stalked all of your social medias under a throwaway account and scrolled through every photo and bit of information he could find about you. He was becoming so hyper fixated on you he needed to know more, who could blame him? Idia just hoped he would be seeing more of you in your streams so he could watch you get off again, maybe with his assistance.

Unfortunately for you though, you realized you couldn’t stream as much because midterms were also kicking your ass. You apologized to your viewers with a blog post who luckily understood and wished you luck, saying they looked forward to your next show.

Idia couldn’t see your pretty face from the stream, which made him yearn. He told Ortho about his crush on you and when the small boy told Idia to “just tell you the truth and meet up with you!” he wanted to shut down completely. But, he wasn’t completely opposed to the idea of you being in his room, exactly where he wanted you. Sighing, he picked up his phone to send you a text.

Idia: “hey”

Y/n: “hey there! 😉”

Idia: “soo i was wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime”

Y/n: “omg 😱 like irl? I’ve never even heard your voice before lol”

Idia: “ik, i’m a bit shy in person.”

Y/n: “i see, so is the life of a gamer and a shut in?😏😂”

Idia: “hah, yeah i guess lol”

Y/n: “soo, what did you wanna do?”

Idia: “idk, anything you want. Except go outside. And be in public.”

Y/n: “pfft, that takes away like any idea at this point HAHA”

Idia: “ya lol i prefer gaming in my room tbh”

Y/n: “oh, then maybe we can just hang out and play games or something like that?”

Idia: “Yeah, why don’t you come over to my dorm, we could game and eat snacks”

Y/n: “Sounds great! This Friday then, 6pm?”

Idia: “Sure i’ll text you the details later”

Y/n: “Awesome :) see you in a couple days then ;)”

Idia: “cool”

Idia threw himself on his bed and screamed silently into the pillow. Idia wanted more than to just be your friend but unfortunately was also extremely shy, especially when talking to new people in person. But as he was sexually attracted to you, he knew he would have a hard time hiding it from you. He had hoped to initiate some kind of sexual interaction when you met up, wanting to indulge in your sinful reactions himself. He didn’t even want to think about anybody else seeing you like that. Idia was growing possessive and realized that if he were to get you where he wanted you, he needed to do a little bit of digging. Which meant searching the web for something that would help make you more agreeable to something sexual. He knew he himself couldn’t make you agree to it, he was too nervous to initiate that! He knew what he needed - an aphrodisiac.

Composing himself, he got onto his computer and compared his options as well as looking for advice on how to please a woman. His eyes widened and lips trembled as he realized he was definitely way too shy to initiate as much as other men do, but he was determined to try anything if it meant your attention.

~~~~~

Today was finally Friday, and the current time was 5:30pm. You styled your (h/c) locks and put on a light amount of makeup, not as much as you would when you streamed but enough to make yourself feel pretty. You also decided that you still wanted to be cute, even if you and Idia were just friends at this point, and wore a tight crop top, a high waisted black skirt, and some thigh high socks since it was a bit breezy outside. You topped it all off with a (f/c) cardigan so you could at least feel comfortable in the sleeves. Packing your bag, you took one last look at yourself in the mirror, did a little peace sign and smiled, feeling cute as hell. You grabbed your keys and walked out of your dorm, heading towards Idia’s campus.

You parked at the place he told you to and gotten out of your car, looking around for him. Shit, you just realized you didn’t even ask him what he was gonna wear or what he really looked like, which was pretty dumb in hindsight. You did catch a glimpse of a tall lanky guy with fluffy blue hair and a striped t-shirt, who was fumbling around on his phone and didn’t realize you was standing right by him.

“Excuse me,” you interrupted his peace softly, causing him to jump up and squeal in fear. “Oh!! I’n so sorry, I’m just looking for someone and I didn’t know if I was in the right place?”

Idia froze. It really was you, in the flesh, looking at him and taking his appearance in. You were gorgeous, even more so than he would have ever thought, and your voice brought tingles to his spine that made him shudder. Idia realized he was being quiet for a longer than acceptable time and he looked away. “H-hi,, y/n...” he mumbled barely even audible.

“Oh!! Idia? Is that you? Hi!!!” You exclaimed, seemingly really excited. Your mouth was curved into a wide smile too.

“Huh, you sound really enthusiastic...” Idia whispered, thinking he really said it in his own mind instead of out loud.

“Of course I am! I’m finally done with midterms and now I can relax and have fun with my new friend!” You said, bumping your shoulder with him, causing him to hold his breath.

Idia gulped when he realized what you said. Friend. Right, that’s all he was to you. At least for now. But hopefully that would change soon, right?

“Y-yeah. Let’s go inside.” Idia muttered, turning his back and walking.

Based on his demeanor, you almost forgot that Idia was the one who was so dominant during your stream the other week, since his attitude was so shy in real life. But, you pushed that thought to the back of your head, today was gonna be a fun day with a new friend, and that was strictly it. You didn’t really want to make your side job as a sex worker into a big thing that would make real life friendships difficult.

~~~~~

After he led you through the halls of the dorm, he brought you to a door and opened it up. Inside it was a bit messy, but an organized mess, one where the owner definitely knew where everything was. He had a pc setup with multiple monitors, RGB lighting which was mostly set to shades of blue, and a really nice gaming chair to go along with it. He also had a shelf with different manga series along it and other consoles for gaming, a bed, a door that led to a bathroom, and a mini fridge. Pretty nice for someone who lived without a roommate, you thought.

You walked over to his bed and flopped down onto it. Idia couldn’t help but think about the many times he had masturbated to you on those sheets that you were now sitting on. He was wondering what kind of panties you were wearing too, when he was suddenly interrupted.

“So! I guess we should get started on some games, yeah? I think I wanna play a fighting one against you! I’m totally gonna win~” You smiled up at him playfully.

Idia let his personality slip when games were brought up. “Tch, you really think you’re gonna win against me ? Think again.” The blue haired boy smirked down at you, which lit up the fire of competition in your heart.

“Let’s go then, dude.”

~~~~~

After about 15 minutes of close battles but still losing every one, you groaned and put the controller down on the floor where you and Idia were positioned in front of a monitor. You had developed a small sheen of sweat on your face from the stress. “Hey Idia, do you have anything to drink? I’m so thirstyy~” You looked at him and pouted, hoping he would maybe have some soda or water for you.

“A-ah, yes I do...” he stuttered a bit, seemingly nervous about something. He shuffled over to a mini fridge near his desk and brought out a cooler bottle. “Here, I made this sweet tea yesterday and you can drink from it...” Idia handed you the cool bottle and you observed it suspiciously. He was starting to feel his breath hitch and wondered if you had caught on.

“Hm~? Drinking from the same bottle already? So intimate!” You teased him, lightly elbowing his side. “Well, here goes nothing.” You tipped the bottle into your mouth and the tea tasted like sweet peach, with a slightly bitter aftertaste.

“Hm, it’s... interesting. What kind of tea is it?” You inquired, looking at the contents and sniffing it.

“I-it’s a recipe I found online! It looked good so, I decided to make it, I- I thought you would like it...” he shyly put down his head, trying to hide his suspicious nervousness from you.

“Okay... well it’s pretty good! I’ll drink some more, thanks for thinking of me~” you said as you gulped down the drink for a few more seconds. “Mmh! I think that cooled me down, let’s play more rounds!”

Idia looked back at you and sighed in relief. “Y-yeah, let’s do that.” He didn’t know how long it would take to work but at least he could distract his nerves by playing some games.

~~~~~

You started to sweat and feel hot. Unbearably hot. You cleared your throat and pulled off your cardigan and folded it to the side, but it wasn’t enough. The heat spread from your head, to your torso, and to your lower regions. Feeling hot and a deep... itch that you couldn't quite reach, in your crotch, you decide to change the position in which you were sitting, from crossing your legs to having them right underneath you, to feel some sort of friction in that area. You could feel yourself blushing intensely while the blue haired man next to you was still immersed in the game you both were supposed to play.

Watching him, you couldn’t help but notice the way his fingers moved on the controller, his thumbs and pointers expertly moving across it. You started thinking about how they would feel playing with your nipples and clit - wait. ‘What am I even thinking about?! Snap out of it!’ But, you also couldn’t help but think about when you were close to beating him during a round, his voice changed to a lower, frustrated one, and he even let out a little growl. Even now you noticed the way his eyes were so glued to the monitor with a small scowl on his face. Thinking about that sent throbs and heat to your growing wetness.

WINNER: PLAYER 1!

“Fuhehe, I knew I could beat you again~ but for some reason it felt like you weren’t trying as hard this round.” Idia put down his controller, finally took a glance at you, and his breath was caught in his throat.

Your (s/c) body was covered with a layer of sweat, cheeks burning and your eyes looked glossy. You were also panting slightly, rubbing your legs together softly to try to create more friction. “A-ah,, hey... do you think you could lower the temperature in here? It- it’s getting really hot. Maybe I could have more of that cold tea?” You breathed, trying to sound more stable than you were.

Idia was dumbfounded for a second and totally forgot you had drank the tea that he mixed with the aphrodisiacs. He gulped as he leaned closer to your face, observing you. “Is... is there anything else I can help you, w-with?” Idia placed a hand on the floor near your thigh and watched as you tried to scoot away from it.

“D-don’t do that... it’s...,” you whimpered, back now touching the side of his bed as you leaned away from his touch. Since when did he smell so good? His scent radiating from his proximity sent tingles across your body.

“Do what?” Idia experimentally reached out to touch your arm, fingers grazing your back slightly. You couldn’t fight back the moan that slipped out of your mouth. “Haah~ I-Idia...” you breathed, looking at him with pleading eyes. You really weren’t planning on doing anything with your new friend, so why was your body disobeying your mind?

“Y/n... you know you can tell me if there’s a-anything you need.. I’ll help you.” Idia’s eyes were still wide and the way he looked at you made you start craving. You wanted him - no, you NEEDED him to touch you more. You never really thought about it, but, Idia really was attractive. It’s not because of your hazy mindset that you realized it, but the way the blue lights illuminated his pale skin and make his hair almost glow, you were just focusing on it more. He was... cute.

“I-...” you started, looking down at his hand on your arm, and then back at him. Staring at his lips, you felt your arms move around his neck as you pulled him closer. Your lips smashed against each others messily and you released a soft whimper against his mouth. The reality hitting you, you moved your head back suddenly breaking the kiss. Your body was still hot.

“F-first...” Idia was stuttering. “First... kiss...” Idia stared wide eyed at you, lips still trembling. He blushed and turned away, his brows tilted upwards as if he were troubled.

“Oh, oh god, I’m so sorry....” you breathed out, scared you had fucked it up with your friend.

“Haah.. more...” his eyes suddenly turned back to you, seemingly darker than before. “I want more of you, y/n...” with that, he brought his lips to yours again and moved them sloppily against your own. He even took the liberty to bite your bottom lip with his sharp teeth, causing you to yelp. Idia used this opportunity to shove his tongue past your mouth and moved it against your own, causing you to moan in pleasure while you could feel your panties starting to drench.

Idia pulled away from you, cheeks tinted pink. Both of you panted for breath, your clothes now feeling sticky due to sweat. He scanned your blushing figure and saw an opening of your skirt that had shown off your lacy panties. Idia gulped and dove his head towards your clothed pussy, breathing in the essence and shuddering loudly, which made you gasp.

“Idiia, no... we, we shouldn’t...” you whined. But you could feel your body was not agreeing with your words. When the tip of his nose grazed your clit you bucked your hips against his head, letting out a moan at the contact.

He lifted up your skirt to your waist so he could see your facial expressions. Suddenly, his wet tongue experimentally slid up your clothed pussy, piercing yellow eyes locked onto your glazed over eyes. You shrieked at the sensation and felt embarrassed that he could get you like this, and you were still wearing your panties.

“Hhn, you wore these for me, didn’t you..?” Idia said, which made you blush. “No, I- I didn’t...” you muttered weakly, trying to avoid his gaze

Idia’s grip on your thighs suddenly got tighter and he looked up at you with furrowed brows. “Don’t lie to me, kitten. I know you want me, like how you did on the night we met, on your stream.” Idia firmly told you. It seemed like it was more like he was convincing himself. "N-no Idia, I... I don't want to-" you started, until you were interrupted.

Idia’s teeth bit suddenly into your soft thigh, causing it to bleed a bit. You knew it would leave a big mark later. “AH!! F-fuck!!” You grabbed onto his blue hair and felt your pussy clench onto nothing. Why, why are you enjoying this? It was like Idia’s personality had changed, from the shy person you met outside his dorm to a more possessive and rough one. You were a bit scared of him but why was he making you feel so good?

You didn’t have time to think as you felt him move the fabric of your panties to the side so your drenched cunt was fully visible to him. He stared in awe and took in everything - the shape, size, and how wet you were. You brought the back of your hand up to your head and panted with embarrassment. “Idia... mmh...”, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Your body was still wanting more and after your mind was fighting the feeling so much, you decided to let it be. “Please...”

Idia met your eyes and saw how glossy they were. He lifted your body onto the bed so that you were now lying on your back while he was still in front of your crotch. You softly breathed in and out, causing your chest to rise and fall in your sweat soaked top. He snaked a pale hand under your shirt to grope your breast in your lacy bra, cold fingers sending shivers through your hot body. Idia couldn’t resist any longer, he suddenly shoved his wet muscle onto your pussy with fervor. You gasped and threw your head back onto Idia’s plush pillow, and shoved your hand on the back of his head pushing it deeper into your legs. Idia couldn’t contain himself and moaned into your heat, sending vibrations through it. “Oh- aaanh~ Idi-aaa~....” you sighed and whined. He took this opportunity to lower the cup of your bra below your breast and pinch your pert nipple in his fingers.

“Fuck~!” you screamed, feeling hot tears flowing down your face. Your body couldn’t take it much longer. Your core was building a familiar sensation but it was all too overwhelming and coming too fast. “It feels so good!!” You squealed, squeezing your thighs together so you were caging his head. Idia focused his energy lapping hungrily at your clit and then pushed two digits of his free hand through your wet hole, pumping them in and out. Your panting breaths were becoming shorter with each pump.

“Idia~ I’m close!! I’m gonna cum..!” You looked at him between your legs, and he lifted his mouth off of your cunt for a brief second. He stared into your eyes with his yellow ones, which stared at you intensely, licked his lips, and spoke.

“Cum for me then, kitten. Don’t hold back, cum all over my face.” With that, he dove back in and pumped his fingers into your core and flicked his tongue on your sensitive pearl even faster than before. Idia’s hips were rutting on his mattress, precum wetting his undergarments.

“Oh god - I’m cumming, I’m cumming~!!” You screeched and squeezed his head with your thighs, squirting his face and sheets with your cum. His tongue darted around your pussy licking off your juices. You breathed heavily, riding out your high. It took everything in him to stop himself from cumming right then and there - he wanted to save that for later.

Idia leaned up to where you were and kissed you passionately, and you could taste yourself all over his mouth. You moaned at the taste of your own juices on his tongue. Still exhausted from Idia eating you out, your body somehow craved the feeling of being filled. You sat up and got up from the bed and for a second he was afraid you were getting ready to leave. You removed your drenched shirt in front of him as well as your skirt, underwear, and bra. Still wearing your thigh high socks, he stopped you before you could remove them. “I, I want you to keep those on...” he licked his lips as he stared at your socks squeezing your plush thighs, the mark he made earlier with his teeth was visible and bruising now.

Following your lead, Idia was removing his own garments, tossing his shirt to the side. He was lean, not too skinny but not muscular either, pale all over. He also removed his pants and swung them over to the floor. Idia avoided your gaze as his erection was now very much so noticeable in his boxers, and you could even see a dark spot where his precum had made a mark. You felt your vagina tremble at the sight of it. It’s been a long time since you’ve had a partner and the anticipation was starting to get to you. As for Idia, well, everything was his first.

You knelt down in front of his bed and his legs and reached out to touch the head of his penis through the boxers, making him twitch and breathe out. “Mmh,...” you pulled down his underwear to reveal his lengthy cock. He wasn’t extremely girthy but he made up for that in length. The head of it was a shade of pale pink and dripped with clear liquid. You took some of the clear liquid in your hand and began teasing the head of his dick. Opening your mouth, you also gave it a few kitten licks while you pumped the base. Idia let out a few grunts and threw his head back, causing you to grow wet again.

Idia felt himself getting too close to orgasm which made him grab your head to stop you from going further. He lifted you up again and placed you on his lap, your dripping cunt hovering over his standing cock. Your body was hot again as you stared into Idia’s yellow eyes, a pink haze dusting his pale cheeks. Remembering he was a virgin, you looked at him hesitantly. ‘I- I don’t know, are you sure you want to lose your virginity right now?’ was what you were planning on saying, until he spoke up.

“Y/n... I need you. I’ve been wanting to do this to you for a while. I- I'm gonna put it in...” Idia whispered, panting slightly. As he was lowering your hips, you couldn't say anything as you felt his tip graze your wetness and you whimpered at the feeling. He kept bringing your hips down until you felt him all the way inside, head of his dick kissing your cervix. You threw your arms around his neck and moaned into his ear, causing a grunt from your partner. Not giving you time to adjust, Idia started thrusting in and out sloppily into your hole, squelching and moaning sounds filling the air of his usually quiet dorm.

“Oh Idia, please, pleasepleaseplease-!” You screamed, not even knowing what you were pleading for. Your (h/c) hair was sweaty and you felt your eye makeup starting to run with every tear you shed. Idia’s loud grunts filled your ear, causing your heat to build up.

“*pant* Mmh, y/n...” he paused and started thrusting into you slowly but hard, pulling you back so his forehead could touch with yours, blue hair still frayed in his face. “You have, *pant* no idea... I would masturbate to your pictures every. Single. Night. I jerked off on these sheets and used your photos of you smiling, you weren’t even *pant* n-naked... Does that, *pant* make me a sick pervert? No matter, you're here with me now, and I'm mmh, making you feel good, right?” Idia confessed, yellow eyes staring into yours with infatuation and obsession. You felt your breath hitch in a feeling familiar to fear. He was lovesick. Not the same person you thought you were messaging for the past few days or gaming with earlier. He looked deranged.

“I... Aaanh~!” You were cut off by a particularly hard thrust into your cervix. Idia licked your neck while thrusting into your abused hole. “I’m gonna breed you, kitten. W-wanna see you drip with my cum.. mmh, you want that?”

You were so close to your release that you didn’t even care about what he was saying. “More Idia, more!!” You breathed. Closing your eyes and now using your own hips to grind into his cock.

Remembering a particular position that grabbed Idia’s attention, he lifted you up, dick still hard inside of you. He placed your back on the bed, your head on his pillow while he brought your legs up to your chest. Idia continued to thrust into you, your face now in full view. He held your wrists in one hand above your head so you couldn’t hide your face from his eyes.

“Idia...” you breathed out. “I- Idia!!!!” You felt your orgasm approaching fast while he pounded into you relentlessly. “Haaanh~ I’m close!!” You moaned shamelessly.

“Hnnh, that’s r-right, y/n... mm, cum for me...” Idia breathed out in between his panting. With that, Idia thrusted faster until the knot that was building in your lower regions finally released. “Aaanh~!! I’m cumming, Idia, c-cumming all over your cock!!” Your face contorted into one of full bliss, eyes looking straight into his with your mouth in an o-shape. The walls around Idia’s length clenched tightly, milking him of his seed. Idia came suddenly with a groan, pumping it deep within you while riding out his high. "Fuck, y/n!!"

Idia rolled you both to your sides, his dick softening inside you. You both panted hard as you faced one another. You opened your eyes to find him with his eyes closed, blushing at the sight of your naked bodies still intertwined even after your climaxes. “We, we actually did it...” he whispered and opened his eyes. “!!!!” He made a mildly surprised noise, eyes widening and turning away.

“Eeh?! What’s wrong!?” You said, wondering if something was on your face. “N-nothing it’s just.... I’m surprised we... you.. you’re staring at me... I’m sorry, I’m still not used to people doing that...” Idia said shamefully, darting his yellow eyes to and from you periodically.

You couldn’t help but giggle. “Eek!! Why,, are you laughing at me?” Idia frowned and hid his face in the pillow. “Well.. your personality is different when you’re having sex versus not. It's interesting.” you told him, tracing a finger along his arm.

Idia blushed intensely, throwing his arms around your neck and hid his pale face in your neck. "Mmph..! I-, I like you, y/n..." he breathed into your neck. "I wouldn't be able to handle you doing this with another person so... will you be mine?" Idia pulled back to watch your face as you contemplated.

Idia's words from earlier suddenly flooded your memories. He looked insane when he confessed to his perverted actions and it evoked an uncertain emotion akin to fear. Your body felt paralyzed. But in the moment, with Idia's lightly pink tinged skin and unsure eyes, you had to admit it made your heart flutter, too. "Yes, Idia..."

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Summary: Life is unfair in numerous ways but it seems like it’s out to get the Potters in every way shape and form.

The huge eight-foot man who introduced himself as Hagrid was bringing Harry around London. It was amusing to see Hagrid turn his cousin - Dudley - butt into a pigtail after trying to eat his birthday cake. It was the first birthday Y/n, and Remus hadn’t shown up. Harry didn’t blame them. Of course, to be fair, they didn’t know where Harry was.

“Um, excuse me, Hagrid?”

“Yes, ‘Arry?”

“Where- Where are we going?” Harry questioned hesitantly, and Hagrids lips curled into a smile, “‘Er gon’ meet with som’ of yer folks.” Hagrid answered.

Harry wanted to jump with joy, “Moony and Y/n?”

Hagrid nodded, and Harry smiled brightly. It took a couple of minutes and walking of a couple more blocks. But eventually, they were coming up on an old-looking building made of black stone bricks. In front of the door was a familiar sandy-haired male with green eyes. He was accompanied by his wife with h/c hair and gleaming e/c eyes.

“Y/n! Remus!”

Y/n turned to see her little nephew running up to hug her tightly, “Hey Harry.”

Remus ruffled his hair while Harry hugged his aunt, “Hey there, mini Prongs.”

“I missed you.”

“Awe, I missed you too, Harry.” Y/n replied, pulling apart from Harry, “I’m sorry we didn’t show up right away. But we’re here now. I hope that’s okay. We wouldn’t miss your birthday for the world, okay?”

He nodded, “I know. I can always count on you.”

“Good.” Remus stated, “Now c’mon mini prongs. Gotta get your school supplies.”

Walking into the Leaky Cauldron with Hagrid, they were greeted by multiple people. Many people were flabbergasted by meeting the famous Harry Potter and were welcoming to see Y/n Potter. In the back of the Leaky Cauldron, Hagrid tapped his wand against the brick wall, causing it to open into Diagon Alley. Harry’s mouth was agape at this new form of Magic.

It was astonishing. The narrow alleyway was packed with people. Clusters of them walking in groups. Some were carrying animals, or brown-wrapped items Harry could suppose were books. Y/n smiled and intertwined her hand with Remus’. She could remember the first time she stepped into Diagon Alley. James was acting like such a prat.

“Woah!” James gasped, “Look at all the cool stuff!”

Fleamont chuckled, “Yeah. Isn’t it cool, sweetheart?”

Y/n nodded, completely entranced in the stonework in the alleyway. It was littered with different shops, and the roads were an uneven stone. Euphemia and Fleamont shared a look of pure glee. Their children were magical born, and they were finally experiencing it first hand. Of course, they had their incidents where Y/n would make lights flicker or James blowing plates.

As they began walking, James began to run off, bumping into people left and right, “James! Get back here!” Fleamont scolded, but he was out of sight.

Euphemia sighed, “He’s gonna be a handful.”

“Definitely.” Fleamont agreed, running a hand through his dark brunet hair, “Perhaps he’ll be even worse than me.”

His wife glared at him. Despite James disappearing, they took Y/n into Flourish and Blotts to get their books. They needed books such as The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1), A History of Magic, Magical Theory, A Beginners’ Guide to Transfiguration, One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi, Magical Drafts and Potions, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, and finally, The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection.

They didn’t find James until they reached Quality Quidditch Supplies. He was already eyeing the new broom on display. His mouth seemed to be salivating at it. Y/n rolled her eyes at James, drooling over a piece of wood. Euphemia chuckled and motioned Fleamont to reel him back in. It seemed that Euphemia would never get a break, and her heart would be in a constant attack of worry. They had a mischief Quidditch player on their hands.

“C’mon Harry,” Y/n beckoned, “Lots of stuff to get.”

His smile faltered just a tad, “But I don’t- I don’t have any money.”

Harry’s embarrassment made the tips of his ears red, “That ain’t true. ‘Course ye got money.” Hagrid replied bluntly, making Y/n nudge him harshly, “Hagrid!”

“What?” Hagrid queried, confused, “‘S not like ‘m lyin’.”

“Yes, but you don’t just say that.” Y/n scolded, laughing lightly.

“Oops?”

Harry looked up at his flustered aunt, “Come on, Harry. We’re going to Gringotts.”

They began walking to the bank of wizardry. The goblin at the front allowed them to the vault, where Harry was able to pocket a couple of handfuls of galleons, sickles, and knuts. Hagrid made a separate trip for Dumbledore as the other three waited patiently. When they exited Gringotts, Harry began to buy all his supplies.

Their first stop was getting him a wand at Ollivander’s. Harry pushed the door open, and it sounded a bell off, but no one appeared the be in the shop. Remus and Y/n stood behind him as he let out a hesitant, “Hello.”

It took a minute, but then an older male appeared with hair as white as snow and wispy as whiskers. Ollivander smiled brightly at the familiar people in his shop and at the little boy who resembled the older female greatly.

“Ah, Y/n Potter.” Ollivander said, “James broken his wand again?”

Y/n released a shaky breath, “No, not this time.”

“We’re here actually for Harry here.” Remus motioned to Harry, “He’s getting his first wand. He starts at Hogwarts this year.”

Ollivander's lips quirked, “He yours?”

“No, sir.” Y/n shook her head, “He’s James and Lily’s son.”

“Where are they? I’d love to see them, you know.”

Remus shifted awkwardly, “You haven’t heard?”

Ollivander shook his head, “My parents are dead.” Harry informed, “Someone killed them.”

Everything clicked into place in Ollivanders mind. How stupid could old age make him? He had just sounded terribly insensitive, “‘M so sorry. Pardon me and my old age. I didn’t mean-“

“It’s perfectly fine, Ollivander.” Y/n smiled reassuringly.

The older man smiled and began giving Harry wands. The first one was horrid. It made wands on the shelf fall onto the ground, making a vast clatter noise. The boy smiled sheepishly and placed it back in the box. The next wand caused a shatter of a vase which Harry cringed at. It took a couple of minutes until Ollivander came out with the following wand. It was 11 inches long, made of holly, and possessed a phoenix feather core.

Harry waved the wand, and nothing disastrous happened. Remus and Y/n smiled with joy. Ollivander charged him seven galleons for it, and Harry placed down the golden coins with glee. Ollivander could remember the way James had done the same while Y/n beside him. Their identical toothy grins as Fleamont paid the man.

“My wands cooler than yours!”

“No way!”

James nodded in triumph, “You’re just lame.”

“And you’re boring!”

“No way!” James gasped, “I am far from boring!”

Y/n crossed her arms, “And I’m not lame.”

Euphemia chuckled, redirecting her children to look at the counter while the two parents stood behind them, “Ignore them. They like to try and be better than the other.”

Ollivander grinned, “Ah, siblings. What amazing pairs they make.”

Fleamont scoffed, “Yeah, try having two at the same time. Felt like the crucio curse.”

“What do you say?” Euphemia beckoned, and both twins turned to Ollivander, smiling gleefully, “Thank you!”

“They’ll be a handful.” Ollivander informed Euphemia and Fleamont, “But they’ll change the world, and they’ll do it together.”

The older man smiled at Remus and Y/n as Harry went outside to see Hagrid carrying a giant golden cage with a beautiful snowy owl inside, “That boy is something else.”

Remus chuckled, “We know. Little mischief-maker, just like James.”

“Perhaps he is,” Ollivander replied, “But he’ll change the world.”

The rest of the day went by blissfully. After getting all his school supplies, they retreated into the Leaky Cauldron to eat dinner. The tavern was practically empty as they sat at a long narrow table. Hagrid at the head, Harry to his left, Remus across, and Y/n beside Remus on the other side. They were eating in silence before Harry spoke up.

“What happened to my parents?” Harry questioned, and before anyone could answer, he continued, “Truthfully. No lies.”

Hagrid and Remus turned to the female at the table who swallowed thickly, “Something horrid, Harry.”

“How horrid?”

“Harry-“ Remus began.

“A death I wouldn’t wish upon anyone, even my worse enemy.” Y/n answered, staring at the soup in front of her, “The way they died doesn’t matter.”

Harry crossed his arms, “I believe it does.”

“In the grand scheme of things, it doesn’t.” Y/n replied, taking deep breaths in and out, trying to stay calm, “It doesn’t matter how they died. They’re dead, and they aren’t coming back.”

Tears collected in her eyes when she muttered, “No matter how badly I want them to.”

Hastily Y/n wiped her face and placed her napkin on the table. She sniffled before standing and pushing her chair in. Y/n leaned down to kiss Harry on the forehead before retreating to the room they got upstairs. Harry sighed and stared at his bowl of soup that remained steaming hot. Remus rubbed his face with his palms.

“Harry,” Remus called, and Harry’s green eyes met similar ones, “Your parents died at the hands of a very evil Wizard. He went as dark as one could go.”

Harry looked intrigued, and Remus continued despite his throat beginning to constrict, “His name was Voldemort, but most people call him ‘You-Know-Who.”

Hagrid flinched at the actual name being said, “James risked everything to try and save you and your mother. When he died, Lily tried to save you. In the end, it all worked out because you were saved. You didn’t die like you were supposed to.”

“Why did aunt Y/n leave the table?”

“Talking about this is still hard for her.” Remus replied, and Harry could see the tears in his eyes too, “It’s hard for me too, but- but you need to know.”

“What were they to you?”

“James and Lily were everything to me, Harry. Everything and so much more. Your mother saw the good in people when they didn’t see it themselves. Your father? Well-“ He chuckled, “He was a trip and a prat. But he cared for those around him. Treated me like family and took care of me like a brother.”

Harry fiddled with the sleeve of his sweater, “James was a mischief-maker that one.” Hagrid said, “Always up to no good.”

“Him and that Sirius boy.” Hagrid chuckled, “Dynamic duo those two.”

Remus let out a tearful chuckle, “Yeah, that was Padfoot and Prongs.”

“Always up to no good.” Remus whispered.

The following day Remus had waken up to what he swore was the most perfect sight. Y/n was still sleeping beside him. Her head was nestled under his chin, drinking in his body heat. Her hair was laid against the fluffy white pillow. Their legs were intertwined together. Gently Remus kissed her forehead before seeing the clock read about nine o’clock.

Remus took five more minutes to admire her before waking her up. He began to kiss all over her face, and Y/n scrunched her nose, waking up as his lips kept attaching to a new place on her face. He smiled as she opened her eyes to meet his green ones.

“Mornin’ love.”

His Welsh accent was to die for, “Morning, Rem.”

“You ready to take Harry to Platform Nine and Three Quarters?”

Y/n shook her head, “No. Not really.”

“Hey,” Remus said softly, stroking her hair, “You’ll be okay. We’ll be okay.”

“There are so many memories there, Rem.” Y/n replied, “Like- Like meeting Sirius for the first time.”

“Or seeing you come back after fourth year with an entirely new style.” Remus chuckled, “Or- Or seeing James almost fall out of the train.

Remus caressed her cheek with his thumb, “We’ll make it through, love. Harry needs us today.”

“Yeah.” She replied breathily, “He does.”

They both ventured out of bed into the cool air of London. Remus, Y/n, and Hagrid walked Harry to Kings Cross. When they arrived, Hagrid had departed from them to do something for Dumbledore. Harry was bluntly confused when his ticket read Platform Nine and Three Quarters. Last he checked, that wasn’t a platform.

As they reached the main floor of the train station, Remus and Y/n recognized the Weasleys almost instantly. Molly had embraced them tightly as they all went through the platform. Harry gave his trunks to the man at the end of the train and turned to the only family he had left. His eyes glistened with tears, and he tried to hold them back but failed.

“Harry,” Y/n knelt to his level, “You’re gonna be okay. I promise. James and I made lots of friends at Hogwarts.”

He smiled at the mention of his father, “Do you think… Do you think he’d be proud of me?”

“They’d be beyond proud, Harry.” Remus replied, smiling, “You’re everything they wanted you to be.”

Harry turned back to Y/n and hugged her tightly, “Please make sure you write to us.”

“‘Course, Auntie.” Harry replied as they pulled apart, “Love you guys.”

Y/n stood beside Remus, “We love you too, sweetheart.”

Harry smiled and wiped his cheeks before hopping on the train. He found a compartment alone and watched out the window as the train began moving. Y/n and Remus watched as the train hauled by. Kids who started waving their last goodbyes to their parents.

“Mum, dad!” James exclaimed from inside the compartment, “We love you!”

Euphemia and Fleamont chuckled tearfully, “We love you guys too!”

Truthfully James never wanted to leave his parents. They were his entire world. When Kings Cross was no longer in sight, he plopped down in the seat beside Y/n, who put her head on his shoulder. His left arm wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her tightly to his side.

“We got this, sis.” James assured, “We always have each other.”

It didn’t take long for Harry to get in trouble. As a matter of fact, it made Y/n laugh that within the first month, he had already managed a detention. She had settled for a letter rather than a Howler. Remus had made sure to tell him his fair of scolding words (“Say hi to Minnie for me!”). Harry smiled when the letter arrived in the morning.

Harry definitely made sure to say hi to “Minnie,” which made McGonagall smile like an idiot despite her usual strict nature. She could see and hear James saying the name when she gave them detention or Sirius’ pouty face begging her to have some form of mercy on them, for they had just turned the Slytherin robes red. Ever the dramatics that Black.

When he arrived back at the Platform, he nuzzled into Y/n and Remus’ arms before departing to the Dursleys. But all was good because in just a month he’d see them again for his birthday, which he did. They took him to Diagon Alley to get his second-year stuff along with some ice cream to celebrate his twelfth birthday.

He spent a week of his summer with them in their little house in London. It was far better than Privet Drive, and he felt a lot safer. But after the week was up, he was forced to return to the Dursleys. Within a week of being back, he’d managed to screw everything up. A thing named Dobby had quite literally dumped puddling all over one of the Dursley’s guests, and that got him trapped in his room.

Thankfully, Ronald Weasley, who had become his close friend, had saved him. Harry went to the Burrow for the first time and met everyone else. Molly had notified Remus and Y/n of his entrance. Sadly, they couldn’t make it to the Platform for reasons. Molly wouldn’t tell Harry, but he was okay with it.

Until Ron and he smashed into the brick wall, making them late for the train. It was then Ron had a brilliant thought of taking the flying car to Hogwarts. It did work until they got stuck in the Whomping Willow and then got caught by Severus Snape. A letter was sent home to Y/n and Molly. Both of which made two very different Howlers to their children.

Molly’s howler was scolding them, and it made Ron’s ears turn pink. Y/n and Remus’ howler was a different story. The moment it opened, laughter rang through the Great Hall. Familiar laughter of Remus and Y/n. It made McGonagall furious and happy at the same time.

“Merlin Harry!” Remus’ voice rang out, “You’re brilliant, aren’t you!”

“Remus, we’re supposed to be scolding him!” Y/n retorted jokingly, “I’m scolding myself for never thinking of it!” Remus replied.

Y/n chuckled, “Obviously, you shouldn't have done that, Harry; however, as long as you’re not harmed, we aren’t mad. Just be more careful next time.”

Remus was still dying of laughter, “Remus is still dying of laughter. We love you, Harry. Stay safe.”

Ron looked appalled with the coolness of the howler, “Bloody hell, you have a cool family.”

“They’re pretty cool.” Harry shrugged, smiling.

Y/n and Remus would be lying if the whole petrifying thing didn’t scare them. They were worried for Harry’s safety but weren’t surprised when Harry ended up saving them all like last year. When they were on the Platform, Remus began getting on the train with him after kissing Y/n goodbye.

He was grunting and groaning at every movement. The bags beneath his eyes looked more prominent than usual. Remus moved sluggishly, which was very unlike him. But Harry didn’t question it until he began to get on the train at Harry’s side.

“Uncle Moony?”

“Yes, Harry?” Remus replied after sitting in a compartment, his cloak covering most of his body.

“Why’re you on the train?”

He chuckled, “I’m your new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor.”

Harry smiled, and Remus fell into a dreamless sleep after a rough full moon the night prior. Hermione and Ron joined them not too long after as Harry began telling them about Sirius Black. The year went by as eventful as usual. Harry found out the accurate way his parents died along with Remus and Y/n. Peter Pettigrew being the culprit and then leaving before someone could catch him.

Afterward, Sirius had been staying in the guest bedroom at Y/n and Remus’. He didn’t want to go back to Grimmauld Place. That was the last place he wanted to go. So despite not wanting to be a burden, he took the position that Y/n offered him. Ever so kind, just like James. When he walked through those doors, Y/n had hugged him tightly and kissed his cheek.

“It’s good to have you back, older brother.”

Sirius could’ve cried on the spot, “It’s nice to see you again, little sis.”

The next couple of years were a trip. Fourth-year Harry had managed to get his name pulled out of the Goblet of Fire, leading to a new adventure of challenges. After finishing his fourth year, Cedric Diggory had died, marking the return of Voldemort, which had traumatized Harry in more than one way. That summer, he decided to stay with Y/n, Remus, and Sirius. They were all fantastic help throughout the entire thing. Through his nightmares, Y/n would make him hot chocolate and sit on the couch with him as he talked.

Fifth-year was dreadful. Delores Umbridge had come into the office as the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor, and the Order of the Phoenix reformed. Her detentions were terrible and horrid, especially for the first years. They were just kids, for Merlin’s sake. It made Y/n fume when she saw the back of Harry’s hand. The night they ventured to the Department of Mysteries was almost the worst night Harry could have dreamed of.

Sirius had almost died if Y/n wasn’t as quick as she was. Bellatrix was stunned to see her spell deflected but kept firing nonetheless. When they got home, it was silent. Remus had made tea for himself and Sirius while making hot chocolate for the other two. Harry had laid his head on Y/n’s shoulder and fallen asleep.

Truth be told, sixth year wasn’t any better. Dumbledore had died, and Harry was left to find the rest of the Horcruxes. It was then Sirius learned the actual death of his brother, making him mourn him all over again. Seventh year Harry, Ron, and Hermione ventured out to find the rest of them.

When Harry returned to Hogwarts through the passageway to the Room of Requirement with Snape as headmaster, the war had officially started. In the end, everything had fallen into place. When Harry used the resurrection stone, he saw them. He saw James, Lily, Remus, and Sirius. Harry almost wanted to laugh at seeing them all together. They looked so happy.

“Where- Where’s Y/n?”

Remus gave a solemn smile, “She made it. She’s still out there. Waiting for you.”

“Does that mean…”

“Turns out my sister is a tougher cookie than I thought.” James stated, and Harry turned to him, “She misses you.”

James chuckled, “As I do her.”

Harry turned back to Remus, “Does she know?”

“She was there when it happened.” Remus replied, “I had to give her one last ‘I love you’ and kiss goodbye, right?”

A noise rumbled from a distance, “It’s time, sweetie.” Lily stated.

Harry released a shaky breath before dropping the stone on the ground. He had to do this for Y/n, for Ron, for Hermione, for everyone. He was ready. When he stepped in front of Voldemort to die, all he could think about was his Aunt's eyes. The way they glittered with tears when she let him go for the first time. The way they creased when she smiled at his first Christmas. The way they gleamed with mischief when she gave the Weasley twins new prank material.

His last words would be ones he’d never regret, “Thank you, aunt Y/n, for everything.”

Because through everything, she was the only constant. She was the only one to hold him through anything. Through every nightmare, every battle, every tear, every smile. She was there with her radiant smile and caring nature.

When Harry defeated Voldemort, the world stopped. It was done. It was over. But the pain wasn’t gone. The trauma wasn’t bypassed. This was more than a war. Harry walked into the Great Hall to see crying parents, kids, and siblings mourning their dead loved ones. His eyes zoomed on Y/n sitting crisscross beside her husband, holding his hand tightly.

Wordlessly Harry sat beside her and leaned his head against her shoulder. Y/n tilted her head onto his. No tears fell from her eyes despite everything she had gone through, two wars, friends dead, parents dead, brother dead, and now husband dead.

“His last words were- they were,” She choked, and Harry rubbed her shoulder, “I love you more than Moony loves the moon.”

Harry smiled, “Dad said you were a tough cookie.”

Y/n chuckled, and Harry relished in the sound, “He said that if anyone could get through this, it’s you.”

“Damn it, James.” She said to no one, still holding Remus’ hand.

“We’ll get through this.” Harry said, “And we’ll do it together.”

“Together.”

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finelinevogue · 3 years

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hiii ! could you write something about harry stalking y/n's Instagram but her account is private, so he sends a request and she accepts and she follows him back, and harry likes her pics (which aren't many) and tries to find out if she do you have a boyfriend or something?

this might be quite short but i hope this is alright for you;

“What’s the correct reaction I should use when Harry Styles requests to follow me?”

You asked your best friend, Heather, as you were both lounging on your bed. She was sat up against the headboard and you lay the opposite way around, holding you phone to the ceiling.

It was just another simple day for the two of you. You’d worked a long shift at the local supermarket and Heather had worker her long shift at the cat shelter, both of you now just having some down time to relax and regroup your thoughts before you even thought to start on dinner. Heather, your best friend and roommate, was an absolute tyrant in the kitchen which meant you were often the one to cook dinner. Tonight was shrimp risotto, if you could be bothered to get out of bed to actually make it. However you were no grounded to your bed more than ever, shocked with the current notification staring you square in the eyes.

“Why?” Heather laughed at you, not noticing your heavily serious face to your question, “you having your daily dreams over the man again?”

Okay, you didn’t have daily dreams… Nightly dreams, maybe. You had liked Harry for a while actually, perhaps since he had cut his hair for a movie he had done. You weren’t a huge fan of his and listened to his music occasionally - like when you were folding laundry or on a long train ride - but you weren’t dedicated to him. He was cute and his voice sounded really lovely. He was definitely the face you used in your nighttime scenarios, but you would never admit that out loud.

“No,” you briefly paused to find the right words to say, “because Harry Styles just requested to follow me.”

“You— What!” Heather sprung up from her position on the bed, but you stayed still and eyes fixed to your phone.

“Appropriate reaction?” You asked again, handing her your phone so she could see for herself.

“Um, ascending into heaven, I don’t know do I? The really question is why the fuck haven’t you accepted it?” She was quick to answer your question and even quicker to ask hers, looking at you as if you’d just told her you were born with only one tit.

“Maybe because it’s Harry Styles!” You exclaimed, sitting up and looking at her now the same way she had just done you.

“Babe, honey, that’s exactly why you need to accept him.” Tossing you back your phone you caught it as you looked to her. God, what was happening? You’d been stacking shelves at a supermarket 3 hours ago and now you were about to accept a follow request from Harry Styles - like the same man who you think about every night before bed and yet know barely anything about.

“Oh fuck it.” You clicked accept and then followed him back, switching your phone off and throwing it down onto the bed.

“Did you..”

“Yeah.”

“So…”

“Yeah.”

Then you started to freak.

It hit you that Harry Styles could see all of your instagram photos - even the ones you were tagged in. Then you questioned whether he would even bother to stalk you? Was he that kind of person? How did he even find you in the first place? You had 489 followers to his near 50 million, so it’s not exactly like he just saw you appear in his notifications - you didn’t even follow him until 30 seconds ago. Let’s say he did see your photos, what would he see? For starters there’s the photos of you and your parents dogs and then just your parents. There’s you on the beach and you in the snow. There’s you with friends and still some posted of people you didn’t like anymore. It was okay.

“Do you think he’s wanking off to that picture of you in your lingerie?” Heather broke the silence.

“What?” You looked at her baffled by such a question.

“You know? The one you just posted like two days ago because it was body positivity week at the gym?”

Fuck.

You’d completely forgotten about that photo and you scrambled quick for your phone. God, you couldn’t let Harry see you like that. You’d felt really, really, good when you’d posted it, dressed in your black lingerie from Victorias Secret, but now you were insecure that Harry could’ve looked at the photo and… well, vomited maybe?

“Oh no, no, no.” You repeated as you went back onto Instagram, only to freeze. “Holy fuck balls.”

If your mother heard the tone of your tongue from the past 5 minutes, she would have you strung up on her washing line by your toes. Okay not literally, but something similar.

“What? What’s happened?” Heather pressed, nosy to the current situation.

“He liked the photo.”

“He what?” Heather shouted, a shit eating grin on her face.

“Oh my fuck he liked the photo.” You put the phone on the bed and got up off to stand up, pacing whilst your rubbed your hands over your stressed temples. “He liked the look.” You repeated to yourself, trying to convince yourself that this was actually happening.

Harry Styles had seen a photo of you in your lingerie. That is not something you’d ever thought you’d ever say, but there’s the fact. Like he’d seen you - your body. You paced the length of your bedroom, completely in your own head wondering where you’d go in your life past this moment. Crawling under a heavy rock to live forever sounded pretty good right now though.

“Have you done freaking out yet?” Heather asked sarcastically, watching you pace with your phone in her hands.

“No. Yes. Maybe. Is this an acceptable reaction?” You stressed your hands through your hair and cupped your hand over your mouth in shock that this was genuinely happening.

“So I shouldn’t tell you that he’s also sent a direct message?” She asked rhetorically, making you stop wearing a track into your carpet.

“He…”

“Yeah.”

“Saying?”

“Do you want to sit down first or…” Heather asked, clearly concerned you weren’t handling this all very well.

“No. I’d rather just collapse afterwards.” You nodded your head, egging her to continue.

“Okay…” She rolled her eyes and returned her eyes to the screen to start reading out the message. “Y/N—”

“Oh jesus.” You interrupted, clutching onto your desk chair as your legs went weak and you had to sit down. Heather laughed at you before continuing, her eyes lighting up as she skim read the message.

“I hope you’re having a lovely day. I hope you don’t find my follow request or liking of your photos too creepy or forward, it’s just I think you’re really beautiful and ever since I heard about you I just had to know who you were. If you don’t want to reply, that’s alright I understand, but if you would like to know me a bit more as I would like to get to know you then feel free to call me or just message back. If, however, you are already seeing someone I apologise for this message to both you and your partner. Wishing you all the best, H. x”

Breathe check. Yes, still breathing.

“Y/N?” Heather asked, noticing you were struck still.

“Okay…” You let out a shaky breathe, doing some internal meditation to try and calm the buzzing of nerves that were rushing throughout your entire body.

“Y/N?” Heather snapped you out of your attempt of peace. “What do you want to do now?”

“He called me beautiful.” You smiled at her she smiled back, happy that you were happy.

“He also said he had heard about you from somewhere?” Heather asked, having picked up on that important bit of information.

“And he wants to get to know me.”

“Yes, okay lover-woman, let’s focus here.”

“Right, yes. Focus.” You nodded your head, still in a dreamy daze.

“Should we call him?” Heather asked.

“Are you out of your goddamn mind?” You threw your hands up in the air, which shocked you both. “Woah, sorry. Do you seriously think he’s going to want to listen to me paralysed at the lips? No.”

“So, text?”

“Text, yes.” You sighed, coming to sit on the bed next to her and draft a message back to the man who was about to change your life.

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kingdaddydaichi · 3 years

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One of my favorite stories I’ve ever read is “Lessons Learned”. So I would like to request something similar with a mixture of Hard dom/ Brat tamer Bakugou ❤️‍🔥 Take it in whatever direction you want, I know I’ll enjoy it however it ends up 😏

@ssplague, bestieeee! Tysm! 🥺💕 I'm sooooo fucking sorry it took me so long to answer your ask! It made me weak the first time I read it! I've got so many other wips I should probably be working on rn, but I finally said FUCKIT! I nEED this in my life rn!

I LOVED writing Lessons Learned - god! It was hard to get through tho. Nearly every time I sat down and started working on it, it always ended the same way and that's all I'ma say rn! 😈

Yes. I see your HardDom!BratTamer!Bakugou and raise you Jealous!Exhibitionist!Bakugou. 💅🏼💋

I hope it's worth the wait...

MINORS 👏🏼 DO 👏🏼 NOT 👏🏼 INTERACT 👏🏼

The Performance 💥 HardDom!BratTamer!Jealous!Exhibitionist! Katsuki Bakugou x f!reader 💥 NSFW

Warnings: slight dubcon, Dom/sub dynamic, possessive dynamic, exhibitionism, marking, circle jerk, creampie, absolute filth

Word Count: 2.9k

It was half past 9 when he walked through the door at the well-to-do club where you'd been enjoying down time with some of your friends. He kissed your cheek and sat down in the half-circle booth next to you, putting his warm, athletic arm over your bare shoulders.

"How long you been waitin'?"

"Maybe an hour?"

He looked down, grumbling. "Got here as soon as I could". He glanced at you with his bottom lip poking out.

You propped your cheek on your hand and smiled at him, rubbing his arm. "I know, babe. It's perfectly fine, I understand".

"Ay, Bakubro! You finally made it!", Kiri yelled from across the table.

Katsuki snarled at him. "Yeah! Some of us have to actually work for a living!"

At that very moment, the cocktail waitress stopped by the table to take Katsuki's order and Mina yelled, "Yes please, for the love of god, get that man a drink!"

He growled at her before turning back to the waitress. "Four fingers of whiskey straight, no chaser".

She scampered off and everyone fell into the chatter and laughs they'd been sharing when Katsuki arrived.

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You were on your way back to the table from the restroom when you felt fingers against your elbow and a voice behind you say, "Hey, (y/n)!"

"Oh hey!" It was a young man a few years younger than yourself who worked in the same office building as you. "Fancy seeing you here". He appeared to be with a couple of friends judging by the prying eyes peering from behind him, smirking.

"I know, right? I've been here a few times, but I don't think I've seen you here before".

"Really? I come here quite regularly and I've seen you here before".

"Oh, I'm sorry, I guess I just haven't been paying attention".

"Don't worry about it! I just thought I'd say hi this time".

"I'm glad you did! Maybe I'll see you again the next time I'm here". You waved your fingers at him and started back towards your table again only to see Katsuki's eyes about to burst into flames as he watched you approach.

When you sat down, he leaned in. "Who's he?"

You waved him off. "Just a guy who works in the same building as I do".

"What did he want?"

"Nothing, just wanted to say h-"

"Bullshit". He placed his hand over your thigh under the table. "When a guy looks at a woman the way he was looking at you, trust me baby, he wants something". His large, rough hand squeezed the meat of your thigh beneath it. It hurt and you gripped his wrist in an effort to keep the whine in the back of your throat from escaping. The rest of your party was too close in proximity...at least one or two of them would've heard you. "I don't like it when other guys look at you like that". He dragged his fingers upward, taking the hem of your skirt along with them.

"Katsuki, get ahold of yourself. They're just looking...it's not like they're touching me".

He put his mouth to your ear. "Fuck it. Let 'em look". His hand moved further up your skirt, parting your legs enough that you could feel the cold draft of air against your dampening panties. "It'll just give me every reason I need to show them who you belong to".

His eyes shifted away from yours and you followed them to see what he was looking at. The guy who had just been flirting with you was watching as your husband's hand worked between your legs. His eyes flicked to Katsuki’s whose dark, lopsided, toothy grin spread across his handsome face, pleased that he was making himself clear to the other man that he had already laid his claim on you.

His pinky grazed your clothed, wet slit and you squirmed in your seat, trapping his hand between your thighs hoping it would make him relent. "Stop it, Katsuki", you growled at him.

But he twisted his wrist until he was able to push your panties aside with two of his fingers. He sank said fingers between your inner folds, coating them with your clear slick before curling them upwards to flick them over your hardening clit. You shuddered under his touch as he locked eyes with the other man, making sure he was watching when Katsu raised his fingers to his mouth, sucking them both off at once.

You glanced down to see Katsuki's cock pushing against the fabric of his slacks, tight against him in his sitting position. Showing other men that you belonged to him had always put him in a rut. You used the situation to your advantage and knowing he wouldn't follow you with a half, but nevertheless large, erection for everyone to see, you stood up in one fluid movement, turning away from him and strutting to the bar.

As you waited for the busy bartender to take your order, you noticed the rather strapping gentleman who stood beside you, looking down at his glowing phone screen.

"What can I get for you ma'am?"

You looked back at the bartender, who'd finally spoken to you. "Oh, um- (favorite drink)-"

"On me", the man beside you said.

"Yes sir", the bartender said before turning to his task.

You looked again at the handsome man beside you - taller than Katsuki, but he didn't exude quite the same confidence he did. Then again, not many people did.

"Thank you, you didn't have to do that".

"I know". He gave you a smug, sidelong look. "I wanted to".

You tried to hide your smile, but fuck. His sexiness could easily go head to head with Katsuki's. You watched his eyes travel from your face down to your toes and back up again. You could almost feel your possessive husband's fiery eyes burning a hole in your back.

You turned to face the gentleman beside you, glancing over at the blond in the process. When you focused your gaze back to the man beside you, Katsuki stood up and started stalking towards you. His dick still wasn't completely soft yet, but he didn't care. He probably wanted the man next to you to see the bulge in his pants, using it to his advantage during the impending exchange at the bar. Not many men had a bigger cock than Katsuki and he knew it.

He wrapped his arm around your waist, squaring his hips off at the other man, most likely willing him to notice his size. "Let's go".

You pushed back against him. "Stop Katsu, I'm not ready to go yet".

He locked eyes with the man beside you and put his mouth right up next to your ear. "Would you prefer I fuck you right here on this bar to show everyone who your slutty pussy belongs to? Because I will! You're already wet and aching for my cock, aren't you, pretty girl?"

He was NOT bluffing. You knew your Dom. It had only taken him once before to show you that he was not above covertly pulling his dick out and pushing it inside your hot cunt while standing behind you at a crowded bar, much like the one you were standing at now.

The bartender sat your drink down on a small napkin, but Katsuki pushed it back to him and said, "Oi! Throw this one out and make her another one". He glared at the taller man beside you. "ALL of her drinks are on me, got that?"

He slid two thick fingers inside the plunging neckline of that little black number you wore, carding your hard nipple between them as he rutted his hips against your bottom. "Well?"

A part of you wanted him to fuck you then and there with the other man watching. But you'd never let it actually go that far. "Katsu, please go sit down and I'll be over after I get my drink since I have to wait longer for it now". You rolled your eyes.

He leaned back, his vermillion eyes searching yours until they locked onto the feminine form brushing past your shoulder. He reached out and stopped the cocktail waitress in her tracks, leaning down to her ear, whispering something. Without another word, he calmly walked away and sat back down at the table.

Stubborn as you were, you held your position at the bar. A couple of minutes later, out of the corner of your eye, you saw movement near the table where Katsuki was seated. The same waitress was now leaning down and whispering in his ear, her lips less than an inch from his face. He caught your gaze and smirked before turning his face towards hers. For a second it looked like he might actually kiss her. You were relieved for about half a second when she stood up and started walking away from him, only to watch him stand up as well and follow her up the stairs into the private VIP area.

Now it was your head that was about to explode. I know he did NOT just invite a fucking cocktail waitress to the VIP so he can fuck her! He turned the tables faster than a cheap hooker turns tricks on the streets of Vegas. You knew how other females looked at him. Hell, males too! That girl was probably 10 years your junior too, barely old enough to be serving alcohol. And now you watched as she led your husband up the stairs.

Drink forgotten, you marched your pretty, indignant ass right up to the 2nd level, ready to snatch a bitch up by her hair only to find Katsuki sitting on the couch, alone.

"Seems you're a petty, jealous asshole too".

Relieved, you plopped down on the couch next to your faithful husband, putting your arm over his waist as he pulled you in and kissed your forehead.

You lowered your head to his chest only to notice once again that his cock was pressing against the confines of his pants. You stroked him through the rough material as he raised up, pushing his erection closer to you, physically begging for more of your touch. You palmed him a couple more times before unzipping his slacks and pulling his cock out. He wasn't fully hard yet, but if you had anything to do with it, he was going to be standing at full attention in less than a minute.

You lowered your head further and pushed some spit through your ruby lips onto the angry head of his dick. He watched as you lowered your mouth and swirled your tongue around the smooth texture of his tip before sinking your lips down around him, taking as much of him into your mouth as possible. Not easy, but you're a blow job champ determined to take all of it for the team.

Only a couple of minutes passed by when Katsuki pulled you off his cock. You raised your lusty gaze to see the two men who'd flirted with you standing side-by-side, eyes as big as half dollars at the sight of your tits hanging out of your dress with a fat string of saliva hanging from your bottom lip. Your face snapped to Katsuki who had a shit-eating grin on his face. "What the fuck, Katsuki? Why are they here?"

"Because I had them brought here to watch and see under no uncertain terms who the fuck you belong to!"

Your protest was cut short when Katsuki flipped your body around so that you were facing the back of the couch. He pushed your skirt up around your waist and hooked your soaking panties with his thumb, pushing them aside and holding them against your ass cheek. "I suggest you hold onto something, you bratty cockslut!"

"Baby, no, I don't want them to see-". You averted your eyes from theirs.

Katsuki gave his thick cock a couple of strokes before pushing the head against your weeping entrance.

"Katsuki, you can't-". Your words failed you as he sank his meaty cock inside you.

He looked over at the audience of two, who were enraptured as they watched your husband pull himself nearly all the way out before gliding himself in balls deep again. He set a rhythm, making sure that the two guys who'd had the audacity to flirt with you could see the striations of your slick along his length as he fucked you. The younger of the two, the office boy, had been palming himself through his pants.

"Oh my god, Katsu! They're watching us!"

"I know, that's the fucking point!" Maintaining his pace, he looked at them. "You understand now that she's mine?"

Their mouths moved, but no sound came out. Katsuki pounded his thighs against you harder, a sharp clap ringing through all 8 ears. "Answer me!" The taller man's erection was now evident through the fabric of his pants.

"Y-yes, I un-understand", one of them mustered while the other one could only nod.

Katsuki's wet balls were slapping your clit now, and you whimpered "Katsu? Baby?"

He wrapped your hair around his fist, ignoring your mewl. He never broke eye contact with the men who'd made passes at you. "Tell her who the fuck she belongs to".

The younger one had pulled his cock through his open zipper, jerking off his smaller dick with his eyes locked on the point where your body met your husband's.

"Look at her!", Katsuki commanded. Both pairs of eyes met yours, their dry mouths hanging open. "SAY IT!"

They both jumped. "Y-you...belong to h-him", said the younger man who had been jacking off.

"The name's fucking Bakugou! Fucking say it!"

The same guy said, "You b-belong to B-Bakugou!"

By this time the taller man had pulled his dick out too, much larger than that of the other guy, but he still didn't hold a candle to Katsuki.

Katsuki's eyes darted to his. "Say my fucking name!" Your pussy was sucking him hard and his voice nearly cracked.

"B-Bakugou..."

"That's right...Bakugou. It's her last name too, you fucking beta. Don't you ever forget!"

The man's eyes drifted over to your pussy just in time to see the pink ring of flesh around your husband's cock begin an undulating cycle of flexing and relaxing. "Nnn-Katsu! G-gonna cum!"

Your thighs tightened and your hips stopped rocking back against Katsuki's, but the clamping down of your vaginal walls only got stronger as you unraveled around your husband's weighty cock.

He pulled back on the fistful of your hair, still plunging himself deep within your quivering cunt. Smarmy as ever, he looked at the taller man again. "Who does this fucking pussy belong to?"

"Y-you! I-I mean, Bakugou!"

"You're goddamn right it fucking does". Katsuki's groan escaped on the tail end of his words.

You could feel his cock tensing up inside you, such was his size. "Katsu?" Your body had turned to putty as you tried to hold onto what little shred of dignity you had left. "Cum for me, Katsu!", you whimpered.

"Why the fuck should I?"

"C-uz I want y-ou to mark m-e!" Your eyeliner smeared across the leather material of the couch cushion.

"That's a good a reason as any", he said before shifting his eyes away from the small circle jerk and back down to you. "Ah fuck, baby, yeah. I'll fucking mark you alright!" His eyes darted back up to that of his audience. "Gonna make sure my musk saturates you so they can fucking smell me on you!"

Drool seeped from your open mouth against the cream-colored leather. Your tits swayed and your ass cheeks rippled from the sheer force of Katsuki's relentless thrusts.

"Ah fuck, baby, gonna fill you up with my seed! So fucking full of it you're not going to be able to hold it all in!" Katsuki's hips snapped against your ass one last time before locking up, his ass flexing, relaxing, flexing, relaxing, flexing.

The younger man who'd been jacking off whined quietly as he blew his load onto the carpet beneath him.

"Nn fuck", the taller one groaned.

Finished with his orgasm, Katsuki pulled his cock out, bouncing under its own weight. He pulled your hips around to put on display the creampie he'd left behind inside you. The taller man, still tugging on his cock, watched as your pussy clenched, causing some of Katsuki's seed to ooze out of you and drip onto your ankle. That's all he could take and he came rather loudly, his cum nearly hitting you on the first release, such was the power behind it.

Katsuki frowned at both of them. "She's fucking mine. Don't you ever fucking forget it. Now...get the fuck OUT!"

They barely got their sticky, softening cocks back in their pants before retreating downstairs to no doubt go straight to their respective homes and have existential crises because they just orgasmed while watching another man fuck and cum inside an attractive woman. Porn was one thing, but Katsuki's show of dominance had hit different. And they had to wonder if they were wrong for it somehow.

Meanwhile, your husband helped you pull yourself together at least enough to make it to the car to take you home.

And with the privacy window partially cracked open, the driver was able to watch as Katsuki lapped up both your fresh slick for him, as well as his own seed as it continued to leak out.

#ask and you shall receive #hard dom bakugou #brat tamer bakugou #jealous bakugou #exhibitionist bakugou #katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #katsuki #bakugo #katsuki x f!reader #katsuki x reader #katsuki x you #katsuki x y/n #dynamight #katsuki thirst

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teacupcollector · 3 years

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Rebel - Chapter 13

Main Masterlist Series Masterlist A/N: I am sorry for lack of content on here. I am trying to pace myself because I don’t want this to feel like a job. This was in my drafts so I am posting it now. Hope you enjoy!

Summary- (Y/N) Is a Matt Murdocks 14 year old daughter who is just entering high school and is really struggling. She doesn't have a regular life having a blind father. He can't help with homework, Can't give her a have a ride to school, He can't see how often her face falls when she lies to him. Of course she has her Uncle Foggy and Aunt Karen but (Y/N) feels like to much of a burden until the one and only Frank Castle comes into her life and seems to be more of a father figure then Matt ever has.

"Heya Frank?" You asks as you are looking down at your geometry homework. It has been a few weeks and you are off your crutches and back at school, to say you didn't get a lot of attention when you got back was an understatement. It was very overwhelming at first.

They all wanted to see your scars and how you got them. Your friends were more distant then ever and you couldn't understand why but you just go through the motions and pretend that you are fine. The bright side to this is that you are away from the protective grasp of your father. You loved him a lot but he still believes that you need to be protected, which you understand but it is getting overbearing. Thankfully Karen was nice to let you come over after school three times a week and have dinner and some of those nights Frank would be there and tonight was one of those nights. "Yeah kid?" He asks as he is cleaning Karen's gun which she seems to forget to do sometimes. "Can I drop out of highschool?" You said this in a serious tone but you were obviously joking. "And why the hell would you want to do that?" He asks not looking up as he slides the hammer back on the top portion of the disassembled gun. "I am never going to use geometry ever. This problem is so confusing." You groan out and toss your pen onto the table. Frank sets down the gun and moves to the table sitting down beside you and looks at the problem. "What is the problem?" He asks in which you point to a problem. "This one... They added square roots to the pathagoriean therom..." You groan again. Frank laughs again and looks at it. "Well..." He starts to work out the problem. "Uh... That's not how they want us to do it..." You motion to your book and point to the geometry book. Frank looks confused "What? Isn't that the right answer?" He asks and you nod. "Yes but we won't get full credit..." Frank looks frustrated now and looks at it again. "But... What? Why would you change it? Why would you change it?!" He tosses the pen down like you did. A laugh is heard as the door shuts and in walks Karen as she sets her purse down along with her keys and walks behind you to look at the problem. "Ah I see what the problem is!" She explains step-by-step the problem and smiles at you. "See? Easy peasy!" You respond with a nod and start on the next problem. "So what are you two hungry for?" Karen asks as she walks into the kitchen. "We could get pizza or Chinese?" She says listing the options. You interrupt and say "How about we cook something? A nice home cooked meal?" Frank and Karen look at each other and then back at you. "Sure but I would need to get groceries anyone up for a shopping trip?" Karen asks and you immediately stand up and slam your book closed. "Yes and I am totally done with my math assignment so lets goooo!" You look back at Frank who looks uncertain. "I guess a home cooked meal would be nice..." He says standing up being sure to put on his hoodie and hat before pulling the hood up. You push in your chair and slide your sneakers on near the door and wait by the door. Frank follows and Karen picks up her belongings again and exit the apartment with the both of you. "Shotgun!" You shout out before hopping in the front seat of Karens car and Frank sends a scowl your way. "Not going to happen kid. Back seat." He says and you shake your head. "Nu uh. This is my spot! I am higher on the totem pole then you are when it comes to my Auntie Karen" Karen laughs at that "Sorry Frank but she is right. Back seat." She says imitating his gruff voice and he sighs sliding in the back seat behind you. " So Frank I have been practicing on the guitar can you teach me a song after dinner?" Frank grunts as a response. "Are you being a sour puss because I am faster then you? Karen I think he is a sour loser." Karen chuckles "Aww poor Frank..." She makes a pouty face in the rear view mirror. "I will make you play that guitar till your fingers bleed or I will send you home early." He grumbles which you snap back saying. "Who says I haven't? And like I said low on the totem pole. I am your superior mwahaha." By the time the conversation ends you are in the parking lot of the grocery store. "Frank can you stand outstand outside for a second?" You asks. "You want me to be kicked out of the car now?" He grumbles. "Please?" You ask and he nods and he leaves to go get a cart. "Karen?" You ask fiddling with your hands. "Yes what is it hon? Why did you want Frank to leave the car?" She asks looking concerned. "Is... Is it bad to see a therapist?" You ask not looking up at her. "Of course not what's going on?" She asks turning more to face you. " You subconsciously lift your hand up to your temple where a scar resides. " I... I have been having really bad dreams and I feel like... I don't feel safe anymore... I know it is stupid and that I should be better now but everyone at school keeps bring it up." You pause and Karen stays silent and allows you to speak. " I don't want anyone to see me as weak. My dad thinks I am and it pisses me off! I am just so angry now. I am either angry or scared the only time I feel like I can let go is around you and Frank... But I didn't want Frank thinking that I was stupid for asking..." You pause again and finally look up at her. "I shouldn't have said anything I am sorry..." Karen leans over and hugs you as tight as she can without hurting you. "Honey... It isn't stupid and there is no way that you are "better" yet. What you went through was traumatizing and wanting to see a therapist is nothing to be ashamed of... Just ask Mat-" You cut her off saying. "No! I am not asking him... He already treats me like a little girl and I don't want to talk to him about it... I tried talking to Father Paul and it isn't working..." You stay silent and Karen lets go of you and looks out the windshield to see Frank at a vending machine looking up at the car ever so often. " Well... How about you talk to Frank about this?" Karen says slowly. "He may have some advice. He is a good listener believe it or not." She says placing a hand on your shoulder. "But h-" "He won't think you are weak... I promise he won't. (Y/N) You are a very strong and what you went through will make you stronger and he understands that." Karen says unbuckling her seat belt. "Now lets go hon." She smiles and gets out of the car in which you follow.

#matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x daughter reader #father matt murdock #matt murdock angst #frank castle #frank castle x reader #platonic frank castle #platonic frank castle x reader #frank castle fluff #karen page #platonic karen page #daredevil #the punisher #fluff #eventual fluff #angst #eventual angst

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endofthelinegang · 3 years

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𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ tom!peter parker x fem!witch! reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ just when the two of you thought magic had done one good thing it threw something else at you.. (1.4k words)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ spoilers for wandavision and nwh

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ i am just posting drafts rn because i have no requests that aren't drafted and my drafts look boring.

“Fuck shit fuck.” You ran out of your room, all of the ancient objects that had been floating around the room were now down on the floor. The tiled bathroom floor was now branded with different markings surrounded by one massive circle. There was no way you could possibly explain any of those things to your parents. Picking your phone off the floor you clicked through contacts of yours climbing up to sit on the sink.

“Hey, I’ve got kind’ve a problem, I really just fucked something up, I’m not sure what but it cannot be good.” The moment the ringing had stopped and noise had coe through the phone you started to talk jumping down off the sink you accidentally slammed and then locked the door.

“Uh- do I know you?” The voice on the other end was familiar and exactly who you’d meant to call but yet he sounded much more unsure.

“Peter, what are you talking about? Did you get a new phone or something?” You stood with your hand on the doorknob concerned with his reaction.

“Y/n?! Wait, you remember me?” A crash came from the other side of the line as he spoke and you just shook your head.

“Yes, did you get kicked in the head again? I told you one more concussion and you were gonna have severe brain damage.” Sighing you waited for him to catch up with the conversation rather than continue to ask arbitrary questions, I mean at least they were to you.

“No! How do you remember me?” He was basically screaming into the other side of the phone, you could almost hear his socks rubbing against the carpet as he paced around incredibly fast.

“We have been friends since the Avengers, what do you mean? Peter what the hell happened?” You tapped your index finger on the door in front of you rolling your eyes.

“Can we meet somewhere and talk about this?” You looked down at the mess on the floor and then thought about how much better it would be to not be home when they found the massive markings in the ground.

“Yeah sure, text me where and I should be there shortly.” You unlocked the door and gently closed it behind yourself hanging up the phone. Moving your desk chair against the door you haphazardly threw clothes all over it trying to make it blend in with the mess before leaving the house as quietly as you could manage.

On your way there you noticed the Statue of Liberty looking like shit and the fact that the Daily Bugle was being blasted on every moving billboard physically possible, and that it was all about Spiderman.

What have you done now Parker? You thought to yourself as you entered a nasty building that looked like it was one strong gust of wind away from completely falling down. Looking down at your phone you made sure you were in the right place. As you walked up the stairs, not trusting the elevator that looked older than Steve Rogers after he traveled back in time, you noticed all sorts of safety hazards. Folding your sleeve over your fist you knocked on the door not wanting to touch it with your bare hand.

Instead of words being spoken you felt arms wrap around you pulling you tight into the chest of his body. Not wanting to question this odd behavior you just accepted the feeling and did the same back to him. Rubbing your hand up and down his back you let your hand out of the long sleeve.

“What’s going on Peter?” You whispered, turning your head to the side placing your ear up against his heartbeat that was going way too fast for any metahuman or human alike.

“Well, I messed with Dr. Strange's spell opened the multiverse and in order to close it I had to have him cast a spell that would make everyone forget me.”

“What?” You grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back assuming he was joking or just over exaggerating.But the look in his eyes said otherwise, this was not another anecdote. He was being dead fucking serious.

“Why do you remember me?” Peter wasn’t sure how to answer your question, what happened was much worse than what he had made it sound like so this was much easier.

“Remember earlier when I said that I really fucked up or at least I thought I did?” Peter nodded and didn’t move from the position the two of you were in. “Okay well I have been messing around with magic, like a lot, I was really bored. Anyway I casted a spell, definitely the wrong one. But I was sure to protect myself before then so maybe that’s why I wasn’t affected by the Witch Doctor's time sorcery.” You weren’t sure what answer to give him, you knew it couldn’t have been your spell because it wasn’t a time spell.

“I’m just- I can’t believe you remember me. I went and saw MJ and Ned and they had no idea who I was. I even went to the graveyard and Happy didn’t even recognize me.” Peter pulled you back into the embrace.

“Why did you make him do that?” You laid your head on his shoulder trying to be as comforting as you could be.

Before Peter could answer a blue circle formed in the corner of his room the two of you pulled back and looked at each other and did not move a muscle. Rather, you just looked to the side as the blue circle separated into two figures.

“Is it just me or are there two magical mens bathroom signs standing right there?” You whispered looking at the shapes that were just standing completely still.

Keeping your eyes glued there both of them crashed to the ground and as they did two boys who looked about the same age if not a little younger than you and Peter caught themselves on the ground.

“Where are we?” One of them popped up from the ground quicker than the other as the other one rolled around on the ground groaning.

“Are you done messing with teleportation?” The other picked himself up off the ground and shook himself off quickly.

“You look so much older. What happened?” He looked down at his hands and then up at the person he had brought with him.

“You do too bro! Instead of showing concern like the other boy this one stretched his hand out giving him a small shove laughing about the incident

“Hi, sorry to interject because this conversation seems really intriguing but who are you?” You let go of Peter and stood in front of him looking between the two boys.

“Uhm hey I’m-” Before he could speak the other one quite literally sped in front of him grabbing your hand and shaking it, “Tommy, and that is my brother Billy.” He winked as his brother sighed and shook his head.

“I’m Y/n, Y/n L/n.” You pulled your hand back and backed farther into Peter as he stood there more confused than he had been when you called him.

“Billy Maximoff.” The other one had finally spoken nodding at you with a formal introduction, though he did not get the reaction he expected as you spun around and looked at Peter.

“Did he just say Maximoff? Like Wanda?” You whispered leaning into Peter's shoulder becoming increasingly more worried.

“I think so, yeah.” Peter sounded oddly sure of himself, but honestly this was one of the least weird things he had seen in the past few days.

“Hi, this is Peter and we’re gonna talk for a second.” You grabbed his hand and pulled him into the nearest closet shutting the door behind you.

“This is what happens when we split up? They go off and have magic babies that cannot be properly aged. I mean they shouldn’t be that old.” You tried to straighten out your thoughts and whisper trying to stay close to Peter and move his clothes out of the way.

“I’m not magic and honestly magic has not been in my favor recently. But no they shouldn’t be that old.” He whispered back to you moving you to be up against the door so that neither of you had to fight with the clothes.

“Okay I’m gonna be completely honest, the spell I casted was uh not a part of my book. It was a page ripped out of another book.” You flinched away from Peter expecting the worst but instead he just blinked really hard and stared at you.

Before either of you could say anything else the door swung open leaving you on the floor with Peter tumbling on top of you.

“Is this Westview?”

#peter parker headcanon #peter parker imagine #peter parker #peter parker x reader

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coollemonsaresour · 3 years

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Promising Hands

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Child reader x Romanrogers

Warnings: blood, Injured child, violence, angst, but fluff. THIS SUCKS, it was a rush job, and is not edited

Summary: One Red-head Russian, One Cool Ranch Dorito, and a mission that can change their lives forever.

Word count :1458

A/N: Spare me I have not written in awhile. this has been in my drafts i have just be to S H Y to post them. oh, and request are open.

Request?: NAH!!!!!!!!!!! DIS WAS ALLLLLL MEH . Spare me i have not written in awhile.

“Steve this floor is clear, I'm moving to Sub-level one.” The Russian spy said, pressing and releasing the button on her earpiece. “Okay, be careful.” She then rolled her eyes with a scoffed and pressed her earpiece. “When am I not?” She said, continuing down the flight of stairs. “I can think of a couple of times,” he said in a seductive voice. “You know what Rogers, I have work to do, you should do the same. “Whatever you say” she then turned “Mmhmm'' she said with her guns raised starting down a hallway. She then came in contact with two hydra agents but shot them down effortlessly, each three times. Head. Chest.Stomach. She then saw a light flicker in a room down the hallway with its’ door cracked open.

She walked down the hallway and pushed the door open with her gun ready for any danger. The room looked like a messy lab, things were everywhere, the computers were destroyed, chemicals and serums spilled on the table as if they were in a rush.

An agent then came behind her and wrapped his arms around her neck, making her drop her gun. Nat countered by elbowing him in his face and then kicking him in his chest through a glass table, then grabbed her gun. When he attempted to get up she shot him twice in the stomach.

She then heard a gasp and snapped her attention toward the sound raising her gun once more. She then slowly proceeds toward the table. She leaned over the table and looked under it to see a little girl about 3 or 4 with her knees curled up to her chest and her head buried in her crossed arms.

“Hello,” Natasha said in a calm and friendly tone, which is very unlikely for this assassin. The child then looked up and flinched trying to scoot back farther. When she backed against the wall, she snapped her focus back at the women.

Her e/c eyes were met with fiery red hair and emerald green eyes, which were comforting. She gasped when she saw Nat’s gun. “H-hey, it’s’ okay, I won’t hurt you,” Nat said, putting her gun into the holster. “What is your name?” She asked the girl “Y/n” the child responded barely above a whisper.”That is a beautiful name, I’m Natasha, now let's get you somewhere safe.”

“N-no more b-bad people?” The little girl asked, voice is full of insecurity. “No more bad people,” Nat said reassuringly. “You promise?” “I promise” “How can I trust you?” “We promise to protect you from bad men always, and if you give me your hand I promise to never let it go, Okay?” “Okay,”

At the moment, Nat knew that she was immediately attached to the wounded girl. What wounded girl!?! Nat was too distracted by the girl to realize the blood-soaked shirt and the growing crimson pool around the girl. Without hesitation, Nat grabbed the little girl and rushed out of the room. “ Hey Steve I found Hydra’s project and she needs medical help.” “She?... It’s a person?” “Yes and she needs medical evac, keep up Steve.”

The little girl wrapped her arms around Nat’s neck and her legs and her waist. When they got outside the little girl buried her face in Nat’s neck to avoid the blinding light in the sky that was unknown to her, Nat could help but think of how cute the sight was.

Nat felt the body go limp and started to run faster. When she reached the quinjet, Nat carefully laid the unconscious girl on the floor and then examined the little body. The little girls were very pale, hardly breathing, and had lost a lot of blood, multiple cut wounds, a very big and deep stab wound. It looked like someone tried to kill her, in the mist of their base being invaded.

Nat found a cloth and started applying pressure while Steve flew the jet as fast as he could. With one hand Nat tried to stop the bleeding, and in the other she held the child’s hand, keeping her promise.

When they arrived, Nat ran with the little girl straight to med bey, there she found Bruce, who was talking to Dr.Cho. “Hey Na- who is that?” he asked immediately getting a gurney. “Hydra’s project, and she needs help,” Nat stated, placing the girl on the bed, still holding her hand. “Bruce, help her please, she stopped breathing like a couple of seconds ago.” she said still holding the girl’s hand, following the gurney down the hall toward the O.R. when they reached the doors of the room nat was stopped by a nurse, the sudden action causing her to let go of the girl's hand.

“ No I have to stay with her.” she said, trying to push past the doctor.“ Ma’am you should let the doctors do their work.” the nurse said, trying to block the doorway. Nat was getting angry, and trust me you do not want to make Natasha Romanoff, aka the Black Widow angry. “ No she needs me. I have-,” “Ma’am, please, listen to me-” “ NO! You listen to m-” “ Sorry nurse, I’ll take it from here” Steve said, cutting off Natasha and pushing her away from the door to a wall in the hallway.

“Steve, babe, no, I-i h-have to be in there, I-i need, i need to hold her hand,” Steve looked at her with a sad expression “She was scared, and I know what it is like at that age, when your in a situation you don’t want to, a-and have horrible people do bad things to you and make you do bad, bad things.” she stated with worry.

Steve gave her a small smile and then pulled her into a hug. He knew that she was referencing the red room, and how she hated what they did to kids at such a young age and how it was scarring. “Nat, everything will be fine,” he said, stroking her hair, all she did in response was give a nod. “Why don’t you go take a shower and get something to eat and come back down, and I will be here when they finish with her in the recovery room.” he said pulling away from the hug, she just nodded again and walked down the hall.

When Nat came back down to MedBay, (y/n) was out of o.r., and in recovery. She walked into the room to see the girl connect to all different monitors, an IV, and a breathing tube in her nose. Steve was asleep on the armchair next to the bed with one of his hands resting on top of one of the girl’s. That made Nat smile softly.

She was walking around the room reading Bruce's analysis, and that's when Steve woke up. “You look refreshed” he said stretching, his voice still groggy. “Yeah after showers, eating, and debrief, I was really tired, and took a cat nap,” she said, kissing his forehead. “How’s she doing?” Nat said, holding the girl's other hand. “M’kay, but my tummy hurts.” the girl said with a small smile, Nat and Steven happily returning it.

That a was 4 and half months ago

Y/n woke up in a cold sweat, breathing heavy, and tears streaming down you face. A bad dream. The small girl got out of bed and walked down the hall. Three doors down, make a left, first door on the right.

Being the trained ex-assassin/spy she is, as soon at the door opens she lifted her head to see who it was. “Y/n, hun, why are you up?” she said concern taking over her face. “I had a bad dream” she whispered. “M’sorry babes, do you want to sleep with me and daddy,” she asked giving the little girl grabby hands. The girl gave a small smile, and nodded her head, walked over to Nat’s side of the bed and climbed in. the girl got under the blankets and and cuddle closer to Nat and she held you tight, and buried your face in her chest.

“я люблю тебя, детка” she planting a kiss to the girls forehead. “I love you too mama” the girl replied with a small yawn. Steve then rolled over, moving closer to the pair, wrapping a protective arm around Natasha and y/n.“ I love you y/n/n” he said. “I love you too daddy.” “My two favorite girls,” “Good night babe” he said to the redhead, giving her a kiss. “Good night baby.” she said, returning the kiss. “Good night y/n” they said at the same time, kissing your head. “Good night”.

я люблю тебя, детка~ I love you Baby

FIN

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