#it should be his permanent outfit he should never take it off. it would be torture for him but i would be happy.

[meloncholy-words]

Robin: A Word That Means Run (Chapter 1: Nightwing)

Nightwing hasn't been Robin in years. He still remembers what that name means in a situation like this.

A/N: I'm not going to apologize for any inaccuracies in lore and characterization. If canon can fuck off and do whatever they please than I can too. I'll try staying as close to what I know as canon as possible but also I do what I want lmao.

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Chapter Warnings: Explosions, minor gun violence(no one gets shot but there are guns), canon typical violence(nothing graphic/explicit! it's just there), Scarecrow's fear toxin (though the effects of it happen off screen), mentions of past violence, mentions of injury(stitches, concussion, etc.). No permanent injury or death occurs!

AO3

The case was simple: Scarecrow was shipping out vials of fear toxin to buyers from other cities. There were five buyers; one from New York City, Washington DC, Brooklyn, Metropolis, and Blüdhaven. All that they had to do was intercept the sales, arrest the buyers, and run tests on the toxin to check if it was a new strain. It usually wasn't, but it never hurt to check. If it was, that would mean that Scarecrow was planning something big.

The issue was that all sales were happening on the same night, and all in different parts of Gotham, with not enough vigilantes to handle all of them.

Red Hood was investigating a new business of dealers near his territory, trying to gauge how much of a threat they were so he could take them out. They were experienced, and growing fast; if he didn't nip it as fast as he could, it might grow out of control and start becoming an issue.

Spoiler and Black Bat had had a recent run in with Killer Croc, and were both benched due to injuries. Steph had a sprained ankle, and many stitches all along her arms and back. Cass had a dislocated shoulder and concussion, as well as many stitches along her legs and torso. Both were lucky to have not gotten worse.

Signal, despite insisting that he should go, was out of commission. He'd already worked well into the night shifts the previous three nights due to several kidnapping situations that happened too close together to not be connected, but ended up just being very coincidental. That, plus his need to keep his grades up, had him pretty sleep deprived. While not usually an issue, a fourth night out later than he should've been would've only made it worse, and fear toxin with sleep deprivation was one of their absolutely nots.

That left only Batman, Robin, Red Robin, and Nightwing to deal with busting the sales. Four vigilantes to deal with five sales in five separate locations within the city. No problem, could be done very easily.

Nightwing had gotten the sale in Fashion District. The information that Oracle had been able to dig up lead him to an alley behind a two-story boutique. An unusual meeting place, but better than some abandoned warehouse. That was just becoming cliche at this point.

He was perched on a rooftop above, blending into the dark, clouded sky. It wasn't as efficient as the shadows, but he had been yet to be spotted. A car was already waiting, three guys twiddling their feet as they waited. The buyers, undoubtedly. Nightwing sat studying them from above.

Their car was a black SUV, covered in family stickers. Likely to be more inconspicuous, but could've been from one of their moms. Criminals were just like that sometimes. Two of the men were obviously well built, their frames on the bulky side. The third wasn't quite so built, but he seemed relaxed as they leaned back against the metal frame of the car, so he wasn't just some lackey dragged along. Likely a getaway driver, maybe the leader of this operation.

After around 15 minutes of sitting around, a van pulled up to the entrance of the alley. The driver stayed inside, while the the passenger and a few men from the back hopped out. The gimmicks of their outfits told Nightwing that they were Scarecrow's men. One of them was carrying a briefcase, which he identified as the goods.

The three guys snapped to alert, the leaner man taking charge. That clued into him being the leader. They met each other half way, a conversation springing from hushed voices. Nightwing strained to hear what they were saying, but that wasn't the important thing. What he needed to do was stop the sale from happening.

He monitored the men for a bit longer, listening to them speak. They were haggling, probably. If they sale went through, than he would need to apprehend all of them. If it didn't, he'd only need to deal with Scarecrow's men. The others would be their own cities problem.

"My sale fell through," came Red Robin's voice crackling through the comm in his ear. "Moving in now."

Below him, the leader gestured back toward the car. One of the bulky men moved towards it, opening the back and pulling out a small duffel bag. He handed the bag over, and Nightwing shifted to get a better look at the bag that was being opened.

Yep, that was cash.

"My sale is going through," Nightwing said into his mic, hushed. "Moving in."

Before the trade off could happen, Nightwing slipped off the ledge of the roof quietly. He angled himself slightly, making sure that when he landed it was on the lean man's shoulders, sending him shooting down to the ground under the weight. The man under him grunted as he hit the ground, letting out a wheeze. He wasn't unconscious, but he made no move to get up. Probably due to the pain of being slammed into an alley's concrete floor from roughly 180 pounds from above.

"Gentlemen," he chirped in greeting, electrifying the ends of his escrima sticks before flipping of the man under him towards the other two. The men reached towards their waistbands, likely reaching for a gun, but it mattered little when the electricity pressed hard above their collarbones. They spasmed, muscles stiffening under the shock, before collapsing as he pulled back.

Scarecrow's men gasped, followed by shouts and the sounds of feet scuttling away. Nightwing grabbed the lean man's collar, tossing him towards the other two. He dropped a bead in between them that exploded, wrapping cord around their limbs and tying them together.

"I'll be back for you!~" he called in a sing song voice, spinning around to watch the henchmen loading into the van. He pulled one of his sticks up, letting the hidden grapple inside of it shoot into the side of the building. The van roared to life, and Nightwing used the momentum of his lines tension to propel forward, landing on the roof as the wheels screeched against the road.

"Sale went through, moving in," came Robin, and from the sounds of exertion coating his voice, he was a little late on that callout.

The van wiggled underneath Nightwing's grip, trying to shake him off. Nightwing acquiesced, his hands gripping the edge of the top as he forced his legs down and through the windows of the back doors.

Several more shouts filled the air, and Nightwing was quick to silence them. He was also careful to not shatter the fear toxin that had been dropped on the floor in the struggle. The passenger in the front whipped around, and Nightwing was distantly aware of the glint of metal pointing towards him, but he snapped the wrist pointing the gun at him before he even recognized it as a gun.

The henchmen yelped in pain, and then did it again when his head was slammed into the dashboard. Nightwing hopped over the seats, landing on top of the unconscious body, his feet resting in the lap of the driver. In his hands, a stick came to life with more electricity.

"You gonna pull over?" he asked, smile in his voice as he waved the shocked-up end at the other. The henchmen let out a small whimper, leaning away from the weapon. Nightwing almost felt bad for him as he screeched off to the side, obeying.

When all of the henchmen were tied up, and Nightwing had doubled back to make sure the almost-buyers hadn't managed to escape, he notified the police before sitting back on a roof, basking in his victory.

"All involved are apprehended and waiting for police custody, and the toxin has been secured," Nightwing said, stretching out from where he was sat. The men didn't put up much of a fight, but the few blows the did land would probably bruise in the morning. Probably. This was a surprisingly easy run. "Reports?"

"Scarecrow's men are being tied up now," Red Robin replied, his voice soft after the fight. "Toxin secured"

"All involved apprehended," came Batman, who hadn't given the status earlier, the asshole. "Toxin secured."

"You never notified us you were moving in," Nightwing said helpfully. Not that it mattered too much; he was Batman, he'd be fine. "I'll start moving into the last sale now. Send me the location, O." Then, after a beat, "Robin, status?"

There was a brief stutter of silence. Nightwing hardly noticed it as he crossed from building to building, careful not to break anything. Hardly.

"Robin?"

"All involved apprehended," came the shaky voice of Robin. Uh oh, not good. "Toxin secured, one... one vial broken."

Shit.

"Try staying calm, I'll head your way," Nightwing said, spinning on his heel to where Robin handled his sale in the Narrows. It was on the opposite side of Gotham, but he'd be damned if he didn't do anything to-

"Actually," cut in Oracle's voice, "You should get over to Diamond for that last sale. You're the closest, and if all other sales are finished by now, that one might be close to done, or already finished. Red's the closest to Robin, he can go."

Red gave an affirming hum into his mic. "On my way, hang tight Robin. ETA like... 12 minutes."

Robin didn't respond, which made Dick's heart stop, but he turned back to his original path. His family was reliable, and they'd be fine. Stopping this sale was important, and he wasn't even close enough to object.

"I'll go with Nightwing," Batman said, voice gruff and focused as usual. "If they're wrapping up, and he gets there too late, I can keep speed with the batmobile."

"Acknowledged," Nightwing acknowledged as he soared over the gaps between buildings. "ETA 5 minutes."

Those five minutes were rather silent, only filled with his heavy breathing and grunts and he hopped and rolled around and off the rooftops. The vials in the briefcase he had pressed against his ribs clanked together ominously, but there was not breaking glass yet. He hoped there wouldn't be.

This time, the place of sale was some old, rundown warehouse. Nightwing gently set down the briefcase on the roof, dropping through a shattered skylight and moving like a spider in the rafters. There was arguing below him, loud and... not quite angry. No, it was frustrated, and building up to anger.

"I'm just saying, that seems like a high price to pay for something we don't even know works." The accent suggested Blüdhaven. Good, these were his own criminals then. He could handle that just fine.

Nightwing slipped around the rafters a little more until he had a clear view of everyone. He took a quick headcount. Five of Scarecrow's men, and he thought he saw another van outside, so probably more in total. Seven men stood before them, and Nightwing thought he recognized them from a gang who caused a lot of problems for him. It was hard to tell in the dark. This warehouse was so run down that there wasn't even any lighting in here.

"Twelve counted inside, likely more spotted outside," he said into his mic, his voice kept low and even as the men continued to argue. "The outcome of this is probably gonna be a big fight, so have your rebreather on just in case."

Nightwing slipped his own rebreather over his mouth, fastening it tight behind his head.

"Understood. I'm pulling up now."

The arguing below softened, and Nightwing was struggling to hear what was being said again. He did notice the exchange of bags, though.

"Good, the sale just went through. You're just in time."

Once more, Nightwing dropped from the sky like a missile. This time, he focused on the henchmen, as the gang men had the fear toxin. He had to be careful to not break them open. Even if he had his rebreather on, fear toxin wasn't fun to deal with.

These henchmen put up a bit more of a fight. Not good enough, of course. The metal pipe to the back of his head was, though.

Four of the five of Scarecrow's men were down, and what knocked him off his feet was a metal pipe. Damn. He tucked and rolled with the blow, bouncing up on his hands and knocking the weapon away with a kick. He was back on his feet, escrima sticks in both hands and poised to fight when a shadow descended upon the others.

The fighting only increased with a new player in the ring, but it was easier this time. Batman wrestled the briefcase of vials out of the gang's hands, tossing it on the floor behind him and out of the crossfire. The final henchmen had been forgotten in favor of the others. By the time another four men were down, Nightwing had realized that it was a mistake.

A click of metal made Nightwing whip around, arms raised and ready to either take or deal some serious blows. What he saw, instead, was a grenade mid air, heading fast towards him. It bounced off the ground, nestling against the briefcases handle.

Nightwing's muscles tensed, crouching low and fast, the hold on his weapons loosening. He needed to grab the briefcase. If the toxin blew, everyone without a rebreather would be affected. Dealing with a large number of criminals was hard; dealing with a large number of criminals who were terrified out of their minds and fighting like caged animals was hell.

His eyes flicked over to the grenade, and he hesitated. That wasn't good. You never hesitated on the field like this. But he knew those grenades. Most had plenty of seconds of fuse in them, for optimal range. If a grenade blew up too quickly after it was thrown, you'd get caught in the crossfire. But these ones, the one that had been thrown his way and was nestled against too many vials of fear toxin, was very short fused. The best way to take out a bat was to surprise them. That was very hard to do.

Using a weapon with no guarantee of survivability for the user was a good way to do it.

Nightwing wouldn't have time to move, not anymore. Maybe if he'd jumped at first, he could've gotten far enough away. But he was crouched down low, leaning toward the thing rigged to explode in at most two seconds, one hand reaching forward. His mind processed, vaguely, that he should run. Maybe he could run still, maybe, but would his body catch up to his thought process? Probably not. It hadn't even registered he was in danger yet.

Shit. He was going to die, huh? Or at the very least get badly injured. He was going to maybe die because he was too slow to recognize danger and his body was even slower to respond to his mind's commands and-

"Robin!"

His body moved before his mind caught up this time. He didn't know why. He hadn't been Robin in, what, 8 years? 9? But he new that name. He new that tone. He'd heard them both countless times over the years. And when they were paired together like this, when his veins were full of adrenaline and his stomach felt like a pit of ice, it meant run.

So he did. His legs pushed up, and his hips turned so fast he might've gotten whiplash, and his arms reached out until they found something firm and dark and safe. There was the flutter of a cape, and then there were strong arms around him, grabbing so tightly that the skin and bone underneath them ached.

There was an explosion. He didn't feel it. He could hear the sound of it, the gunpowder igniting and swelling into a cloud of fire. He could hear shouts and shrieks around him, groans and yells and maybe something breaking. He could feel his side grinding against something he recognized as the floor, but it felt distant.

He could feel his face pressed into a chest, coated in a thick material that had repelled knives, bullets, and wandering hands and fingers that traced the bat design on it after he had saved someone that he would gag about later in the back of the batmobile because he was too small to ride shotgun.

The floor under him stopped moving, and the screams had cut off. He peaked an eye open, looking up at the roof of the warehouse. There was a face there, with a chiseled jaw and scars that were small enough they could only be seen up close. There was black material that only covered the top half of that face. Above them was a thick substance in the air. Fear toxin, he registered after a few moments.

Slowly, the two bodies pulled apart. A hand was under his arm, guiding him up to stand. A survey of the area showed no deaths. Everyone unprotected had at least been far enough to only have been blown back. No missing limbs, no cuts, no burns. Just a few bruises.

"Are you guys okay?" Oracle asked, a hint of panic in her voice. "Cameras showed a bright light go off inside, and your vitals are off."

"All good, Oracle," said Batman, still surveying the scene. "There was a little explosion. No one seems seriously injured. Everyone else is unconscious, though, and there's toxin in the air." He didn't mention calling for his Robin.

"Good news about that!" Red Robin chimed. "It's not a new strain, which means we have antidotes on standby. Also, Robin's doing alright."

"Hn, good. We'll tie up loose ends here and head out. See you at the cave."

There was a round of sign-offs, and the two in the warehouse began rounding up the unconscious thugs. Toxin seeped out of the skylight above. The henchman that threw the grenade was nowhere to be seen, likely having fled during the chaos.

"I left my case of toxin up on the roof," Nightwing said when everyone had been restrained. He didn't mention the name either.

Batman let out a hum of acknowledgment. "I'll be waiting for you in the batmobile to head back to the cave." The flutter of a cape - one that had protected him - let him know that his dad was gone.

Nightwing climbed his way up to the roof once more, slow and deliberate. His body ached a bit more, now that he'd taken more hits and had been thrown across the floor. Being thrown by an explosion wasn't fun, 0/10, would not do it again.

Despite that, there was a smile plastered on his face.

Dick kinda liked being Robin again.

[sciderman]

What is your favourite thing to draw?

that goddamn red latex suit

[bimbobaggins69]

Fooled round and fell in love (part three)

Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

summary: you’re in love with your best friend but your best friend thinks love is for losers, choosing to sleep around rather than settle down. You’ve had enough and you’re ready to move on from your feelings, luckily you find someone who might make that possible but does Eddie really hate love as much as he leads on?

warnings: lite smut 18+ MINORS DNI, cocky Eddie, some dirty talk, allusions to reader being depressed, cussing, smoking, use of y/n

A/N: I cannot believe the amount of love I’ve gotten on this series, i appreciate everyone’s kind messages and comments 🫶🏻 part 4 will be released sometime after the new year.

as always thank you angel baby @myobmaya literally my number one hype man, I love you so much 💋

The next morning you wake up feeling anxious and exhausted as the night before had you tossing and turning, playing out every scenario and every little thing that could go wrong when you get to Eddie’s

But nonetheless you decide to start your day, you go downstairs and greet your mom, who luckily just brewed a fresh pot of coffee, and you needed a pick me up

After taking a couple bites of bacon, you tread back up stairs with your nice warm coffee. You put some music on and clean up your room, your little depressive episode left it in pretty bad shape

Once you’ve cleaned to your liking, you pick out what you’re going to wear today, regardless of everything that’s happened you still love Eddie and you want to look good for him whether he notices or not, so as you skim through your closet while powerslave by Iron Maiden plays through your speakers you opt for a Metallica “metal up your ass” shirt with a yellow and black plaid mini skirt, you decide to leave your legs bare pairing the outfit with some slouch socks and white keds.

You take a shower and think to yourself that you should smoke the last of the weed you got from Randy, needing something to take away the jitters of seeing your best friend later, you keep going back and fourth with your self in your head, should I just rip off the bandaid and tell him? Or should I just go in there with a smile on my face like my life hasn’t been a shit show these past few weeks.

After getting high enough, you decide it’s a good time to start getting ready. Doing your makeup, keeping it natural but still accentuating the parts you want to stand out, you do your normal curlers in hair routine getting the perfect amount of body, once you throw on your outfit and decide you look good enough you make your way downstairs to ask your mom if you can borrow her car.

“Hey mom, I’m gunna head to Eddie’s to hang out, can I take your car? I’ll only be a few hours.” You say with the slightest set of puppy dog eyes

“Sure sweetie, can you just pick me up a carton of cigarettes on your way back?” Your mom asks

“Yes, I can do that!” You say almost relieved

You did not feel like calling eddie and asking him to pick you up even though you knew he would, you think bringing your own car just in case you do grow the balls to tell him your feelings and you need to get out of there as fast as possible, so taking your moms car was the best option.

You pull into forest hills, taking deep breathes before stopping in front of the familiar trailer you grew up hanging out in, you glance around seeing Eddie’s van, the van that is permanently ruined for you now. Before you get lost in those thoughts you decide it’s now or never you have to face Eddie sometime, the only consolation is that Eddie doesn’t know that you moaned his name while Randy was making you cum. With that thought you open the car door and get out making your way up the steps to the front door of the trailer

You hear music coming from the speakers in Eddie’s bedroom, so you try your best to knock loud enough for him to hear. After the 5th knock you hear foot steps and the lock being fiddled with

Eddie swings the door open, he’s shirtless with his sweatpants sitting low on his hips showcasing his delicious trail of hair leading down into his pants while an unlit joint hangs from his lips.

Jesus, you could feel the wetness pool between your thighs “curse him for looking so damn good!” You think

He looks you up and down eyes lingering on your legs and upper thighs, his eyes shoot back up to yours as he says

“Hey, princess. I wasn’t sure if you were gunna show up” he said while removing the joint from his mouth and shooting you a genuine smile, almost like he was excited to see you

“I said I was, didn’t I?” You didn’t mean for it to come out as bitchy as it did

You push past him walking into the trailer and heading to sit down on the couch

“Yeah, but you’ve mastered the art of avoiding me recently, so I just figured” he says while shrugging his shoulders

“For the 100th time I have not been avoiding you!” You say while rolling your eyes

You lie again for the 100th time

“Mmm, whatever you say babe.”

Princess, babe? What the fuck is up with these pet names today, you think to yourself.

“So,” you say trying to break this weird tension you feel in the air “what movie are we watching?”

Eddie looks at you confused for a second and then he remembers the excuse he used to get you here

“Oh um, you can pick, I left some movies out over there” he says while pointing his head towards the tv and where the vhs player sits underneath it

“Ok, cool thanks” you say

You can’t understand this weird awkward tension going on, you’ve never felt this with Eddie ever, and it’s making your stomach knot up even more then it was

He holds the disregarded joint back up and says

“Do you wanna smoke?” He asks but his eyes don’t meet yours

“Is that even a question?” You say trying to be funny and ease whatever the hells going on

He put the joint between his lips and takes out his lighter, lighting it up and taking a hit that seeps out of his nose and mouth.

After you decide on weird science you pop the video in and turn to make your way back to the couch you hear a clatter on the floor in front of you, some of the tapes had fallen, so you turn back around and bend over to pick them up, completely forgetting you have a short skirt on and that Eddie is right behind you on the couch with a great view of half of your ass cheeks and a black lace thong

His eyes go wide and as much as he wants to be a gentleman and look away, he can’t, his eyes are trained on your ass until you stand up and make your way back over to him

Snatching the joint out of his hand and bringing it up to your lips, you take a hit as you let the smoke bellow out from your mouth

Eddie turns to you and says

“Hey, I actually wanted to talk to you about something”

When he says that your stomach drops, what could he want to talk about that requires him to be so serious? He’s never serious.

“Okay, what about?” You say handing him back the lit joint

“Well,” he says and then takes another hit, once he starts talking the smoke seeping out between his words “I was at Ricks the other day, cause I was running low and anyway he um, he told me what happened between you and Randy”

Your eyes shoot up to his, looking at him confused

“What do you mean?” You say as you start closing in on your self making yourself seem smaller

“Oh my god no, no please no” you say to your self “this cannot be happening”

“Y/n, he told me you said my name while you and Randy were in the middle of I don’t know whatever you guys were doing.” Eddie says almost bitter

When Rick told him, he couldn’t help but feel jealous, yes you said his name but you were almost in the middle of having sex with Randy, that made his chest hurt, but apart of him couldn’t help but feel cocky about the situation.

Why would you say his name? Were you thinking about him while Randy was touching you? What does that mean? Does it mean you want to be with him in that way? Eddie had so many questions

“Oh my god, is this why you asked me here Eddie? To humiliate me some more?” You spit out

“No, c’mon I would never do that” He says sincerely

“Whatever, I shouldn’t have come over” you say while getting up on your feet

“Y/n, come on I’m just trying to see what’s going on, where your heads at?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it Eddie, I just wanna move on from it, ok?” You almost shout at him

“But-“ he starts before you’re interrupting him

“No, I can’t do this, I gotta go!”

“Why are you so angry about this?!” His voice becoming irritated

“You know what Eddie, fuck you!” You shout at him

“Yeah, you’d like to wouldn’t you?” He spits back with that cocky fucking smile you could just slap off of his face

You don’t even know what to say so you turn around and head for the front door but before you reach it eddie is grabbing you by the arm and turning you around almost smashing your body into his

You both look at each other for a few seconds trying to gage the others emotions

Looking up into Eddie’s eyes makes all of the anger in your body melt away, the look in his eyes is something you’ve never seen before, a look you wouldn’t mind seeing more of

“Is that what you want?” He whispers down at you

Instead of saying anything you decide fuck it, as you crash your lips in to his, his body tenses up at first, surprised at your actions but once he realizes what’s happening his body melts into yours, deepening the kiss, and grabbing your waist to push your bodies even closer. You swipe your tongue across his bottom lip and he allows you to enter, tongues meeting in a sloppy but passionate kiss, you let out a small moan telling Eddie everything he needed to know in that moment

He picks you up and wraps your legs around his waist taking you back to his bedroom that you’ve been in so many times, but never like this

He drops you onto the bed and stands back up staring down at you, like you were his prey

Your skirt was rucked up around your waist exposing your almost see through black lace panties, his jaw clenched when he looked over your body. Fuck, he wanted you so bad

He climbed back on to the bed slotting himself between your thighs grabbing them and opening them wider to accommodate him, he stairs at you directly in your eyes and says

“Fuck, you have no idea what you do to me”

Those words make your hips buck up towards his, feeling his hard dick against your already soaked pussy

Making you moan out the most sexiest of moans Eddie has ever heard, and he’s heard a lot

“Yeah? You feel it too baby?” He says with that same cocky smile

You don’t even care anymore about sounding desperate or really about anything in this moment

So you bite your lip looking into his eyes as you moan out an “mmhmm”

He leans down and begins kissing you again, it’s so hot yet sloppy, spit is coming out from the sides of both your mouths but it just adds to turning you on even more

You break the kiss as a line of spit still keeps your lips connected

“Please” you whisper to Eddie

“Please what baby? What do you need me to do?” He whispers back

“I need you to touch my pussy” you say with a burst of confidence

“Fuck” Eddie says to himself “you need me to rub that pretty little clit of yours baby?” He says so fucking sexy you could burst

“I bet your already so wet for me, huh?”

God he’s such a cocky son of a bitch, but you’re loving every second of it

“Yes, Eddie I’m so wet for you, only you”

He lifts his head up stopping his hand movement on your thigh

“Yeah? Only for me? Is that why you said my name? You wanted me to be touching you instead?”

Your cheeks heat up at that question you’re already so far gone to care about lying

“Yes, I thought about you the whole time” you moan out as his finger tips graze over your pussy

“Mmmm baby, fuck, you could’ve just told me you wanted me to fuck you”

“But s’kay, we’re here now and I’m gunna take such good care of you”

part 4

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Chosen ones

Sirius x Remus x Fem!Reader

Summary~ The aftermath of the war and Y/n Potter daughter of James and Lily Potter and Sister of Harry Potter stayed behind and helped rebuild and heal those who needed help after it, in those two years of staying behind she got closer to Remus Lupin and Sirius Black. What happens when she overhears them talking about something she probably shouldn't have heard?

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Warnings~ Small talk about the war, Reader is a nurse, kinda girly ( she wears a skirt), Dirty talk, Threesome, Anal, unprotected sex ( that's a nono), Breading kink ( at the end), James is dead but its still James best friends, kissing, Remus and Sirius kinda fighting over reader, soft sex basically, pet names, my writing, reader got hurt from a belt, Sub!Reader Dom! Remus and Sirius, Kinda begging but not really Reader is about 19-20 and Remus and Sirius are 40.

PSA~ this is never permanently stated but Remus and Sirius are like Lowkey together

Where ever I go there's always eyes glued to me, it's not anything I did per say but its because who I am and the family I was born into.

Two years ago me and my brother defeated the dark lord and the death eaters, they killed friends and family, they ruined our school and traumatized many of us but they didn't take away what was left of our family. We had to make it look like Sirius died so the death eaters would think they had an edge on us, oh were they wrong.

We won and saved people who probably weren't going to be saved like Sirius, Remus, Fred, and Lavender. Every since the war everyone gets along better there's no hateful things said about people with different blood statuses or abilities like there was before.

While Harry went to be an Auror and start his life with Ginny, I stayed behind to help rebuild the castle and help those who were in need, I'm a part-time nurse. I still live with Sirius and Remus or should I say they live with me, I pay the bills but after the war they just wanted to be alone from all the prying eyes and who could blame them. From my parents dying to this day all attention has been on us. It's finally dying down.

Today has been a long day, while so many people are working on building the school there's also so many people getting hurt, I have at least 10 patients a day and today that was tripped. This day is finally ending.

As I walk through the front door I see all the lights off except for one, the living room light. I take my shoes off and walk into the lighted up room and I assume the two men who I've lived with the past two years are on the couch, Remus is wide awake with just a pair of pants on watching some muggle documentary but Sirius is no where to be found .

Remus sees me and waves me over to sit with him, and I do. See the thing is I live with the hottest men ever and it drives me insane especially when they dress like this.

' long day sweetheart?' he asks when I lay my head on his shoulder and I just mumble a 'mhm' and feel him putting a blanket around me. I feel so cozy that I don't realize that I was falling asleep until what I assume is not that later because Remus is watching the same thing but Sirius is on the other side of me rubbing my back, and I feel safe, and I start dozing off again

'how long has she been sleeping?' that's Sirus's voice. ' bout an hour, she fell asleep right after she came home, long day at work'.

'I bet' Sirius mumbles. 'Her short outfits always drives me insane, I swear she does it on purpose' Sirius says and I hear Remus clear his throat before he sits up straight and my head falls and hits his belt. And that's when I really wake up 'ow' I mumble as Remus picks up my head and looks like a deer in headlights, I can tell he feels so bad for moving ' I'm so sorry hunny' he says, clearly tense ' its ok' I say.

Sirius stands up and looks at my head, 'nothing bad love just a little red' he says and takes my hand and says ' lets go to bed, ok?' and I just nod.

They both walk me up stairs and after what I think I heard Sirius say I'm curious as to how Remus feels too so I say, 'can i sleep in your room tonight please?'. and they don't say anything and just open their door and let me come in.

This wasn't a first time thing, I have nightmares frequently and if I don't end up in their bed one or both of them come in mine so I feel more safe after the dream I had. ' How does your head feel' Sirius asks and they both look at my head than at me ' fine, doesn't really hurt at all.

'Im so sorry that you had to wake up to that Y/n'. Remus says and I blurt out ' was kinda awake anyways' rookie mistake Y/n, and they both just look at each other and Sirius asks 'so you heard what we were talking about then?'

I look at him and say 'yeah, didn't mean to but I did' and sirius looked freaked while Remus was the calm one this time. 'Why didn't you say anything' Sirius asks you. 'I dunno, was scared' and they look at each other than back at you 'of what love?' Remus says. You just shrug, you're too tired to do this, so you get up and walk to the door but they both jump right up and stop you sirius closes the door and Remus tilts your head towars him, and with a wave of confidence Remus says 'baby, you gotta tell us what you're thinking' and you do, but have to, theres no way around it. 'I feel that way too' I mumble under my breath and of course they heard it.

'Is that so?' Sirius asks as he walks up to me and picks me up, not giving a single inch of attention to Remus and puts me back on the bed and kisses me without warning. And I let him and if wasn't for Remus yanking Sirius back I don't think the kiss would have ended. It took ten seconds from Sirius kissing me to Remus kissing me.

Remus backs up and just looks at me, his and Sirius's eyes and blown. 'We have to stop, if we don't then I'm going to go all the way' Remus says ' yeah' sirius mumbles.

'I want to go all the way' I say and it doesn't take ten seconds before Sirius's shirt is thrown and I'm laying down with Remus hands going to my shirt taking it off. Then my skirt, and I look over to Sirius and the only thing he has on is his boxers, and you can see how hard he is. Remus now backs up and takes his belt and pants off while Sirius kisses down my neck and reaches his hand down my back and unclips my bra and Remus comes back over and lifts up my ass and takes off my panties.

They both sit back for a minute to look at me, but that miniute ends when Sirius starts rubbing my clit ' that feel good baby, yeah. I bet it does' Sirius whispers into my hear. Remus brings his hand down and starts fingering me. ' shit baby, so tight. How are you ever going to fit me?' he mumbles to himself 'want your cock please' and the second I say that I can tell that they both are about to tackle each other.

Remus stand up and takes his boxers off and out springs the biggest dick I've ever seen. I can't stop staring at it ' you ready baby' Remus says and he lines himself 'mhm' you mumble and he slowly starts stretching you out. And your breath shakes and he notices it ' breath hunny, you got this' and you nod your head and say 'please move' and he does. he goes slow at first but then slowly starts to go faster, and you look over to Sirius who's looking at your tits bouncing, ' want your cock Siri' and he pulls his boxers down and says 'where do you want me baby'

And you think for a second and look at Remus 'please' you say and he looks at you all confused and slows down ' what baby' and you whisper something in his ear and he's grinning ear to ear. He picks you up and walks you around the bed to Sirius and says ' she wants you to take her in her ass' and Sirius doesn't waste a moment before he's going to his drawer and grabbing his lube and making sure it wont hurt as bad

'you ready doll?' he asks and waits for a response ' yeah' and then he very slowly sinks you down on his dick. and slowly starts to move. The faster Remus goes the faster Sirius does and it feels so good. ' OH MY GOD' you moan out. 'Shit' Sirius mumbles as he goes faster and Remus runs your clit ' Shit, fuck DADDY' you scream out and it surprises them both but they don't care who it was directed at, you don't even know who it was at, it doesnt matter.

'Shit, baby you about to cum?' Remus asks and you just nod your head. 'Cum with us sweetheart' Sirius says and you do right before they both cum in you. It felt so good that you blacked out and when you gain control again they're both pulled out and Remus had a warm wet rag against your pussy and ass wiping the mess they made.

'Next time my cum is staying in you baby' Remus says right before you pass out.

[yanderes-galore]

Injustice Damien Wayne romantic concept, please???

Sure! I hope I got his lore correct :)

Yandere! Injustice! Damian Wayne Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Stalking, Manipulation, Violence, Murder, Delusional thought process, Kidnapping, Blood, Jealousy implied, Gaslighting, Forced Relationship, Damian is hypocritical, Possible OOC Damian.

Damian in the Injustice timeline has potential to be a dangerous yandere.

He's been raised by assassins and actually killed Nightwing (not intentionally from what I read but it still happened-).

He left Batman, his father, to work for Superman's regime.

Damian does want to fight for a safer world even if people have to die.

He isn't a sadistic yandere, like many who side with the Regime he wants the world to be a better place.

He's a yandere who would think what he's doing is the best for his darling.

He's a bit delusional but his heart is somewhat in the right place.

Damian would want his darling to trust him and the Regime.

He wants you to believe him that this is the right way to keep you safe.

The Regime gets rid of threats permanently... think about it!

You'll be safe if you just join him.

Damian could've met you in many ways.

You could be a civilian he saved with Batman at one time who he befriended...

You could also work beside Batman like him...

You're a standalone vigilante...

The possibilities are endless.

Compared to his other Robin counterparts, Injustice! Damian is darker due to being able to kill.

The Code of Honor Batman follows is not fit for criminals in his mind.

This Damian doesn't mind murder if it's beneficial.

Damian is willing to delve into darker territories than most in this universe.

He sees everything he does for you as helping you and him.

Stalking is simply monitoring in his eyes.

It's all necessary to follow you from the shadows and rooftops.

Criminals prey on people like you, he's seen it.

Yet before they can even touch you... Damian will remove them.

I'm pretty sure this Damian would outright murder those who could hurt you rather than just incapacitate them.

He prefers to just get the job done, not leave it unfinished.

Murder coating his blade and outfit is something he's used to by now.

For the greater good.

Most of his yandere behavior is done out of sight unless he is making a point.

He carefully notes down who has the potential to hurt you and who he feels is getting a little too close.

Then he deals with them accordingly.

He feels murder is protecting you in his eyes.

You'll only ever see him covered in blood if he's stopping someone from hurting you in the act or you catch him.

He doesn't think you have to see him deal with these... vermin.

He would rather you see him in a better light.

Damian likes to meet you in person when he actually takes the time to make himself look appealing.

He holds romantic feelings for you regardless on how you feel about him and his beliefs.

He only wants you to see him as your hero.

Killing to protect the people is a necessary evil to him.

You should know he'd do anything to defend you, even if it means getting dirty.

Damian would eventually force his darling to support the Regime the more his feelings grow.

You'll be hesitant, he knows, yet he'll explain their message and intentions.

It's mostly all delusions but he is determined to keep you under Regime control.

That way he knows you're protected.

You can try to fight him... Damian knows how to incapacitate from Batman, however.

He'll never try to hurt you too much.

Just enough to make you compliant so he can keep you safe.

He's trying to help!

Damian can be charming, flirting with you and showing obvious interest in you when he talks to you.

He'd be stoic with jealousy.

Those who get too close to you are not safe though.

He may not kill them right off, he'd frame them and make them seem like a criminal to the Regime.

He'd plan it out, maybe even make you think they were planning to harm you, then get rid of them.

Damian is a hypocrite, like a lot of those on the Regime.

He makes you think you're unsafe to protect you.

He kills for you to protect you, yet many of the criminals he gets rid of did the same.

Damian doesn't care if you bring up such facts.

He just tells you he knows what he's doing, the Regime knows what they're doing...

He'll worry about what's going on for you.

Damian would kidnap you.

It's another case of "it'll protect you, I promise."

If he keeps you in a secure spot under Regime surveillance, it'll prevent him from worrying about you.

Part of him may feel what he's doing is wrong.

He quickly silences those thoughts, distracting himself with loving you.

Speaking of which, you most likely hate his guts for everything he's done.

The murders, kidnapping you, his delusions...

You wish he never listened to Superman.

Damian just tells you that you don't know what you want, or you don't know what you're talking about.

He'll gaslight you, making you rethink your own beliefs.

He'll try his best to give you physical affection and will tell you how much he loves you despite what he's done.

It's frustrating to him that you're fighting him for protecting you, yet he'll be patient.

Soon, you'll come around and accept he's right.

Sometimes this world requires necessary evil.

Damian thinks you just need to understand that.

Don't worry, no matter what happens he'll always love you...

Even if he has to use kidnapping and murder, just like the criminals he claims he hates.

[misc-obeyme]

hihi I'm back again, and here to ask who in the cast you think has the skill to do hair/up do's?

I'm 5'9, but my hair is now down to my mid thigh, and like around three feet long ?? I haven't chopped it since 2018, only trimmed it. Yet I only know how to do a simple braid, my hair basically lives in a low ponytail lol (though my mom will still do my hair if I ask her for help, which I'm grateful for)

anyway I got to read vol 2 of the manga and I remembered that the artist drew their interpretation of Lilith. So, it made me wonder if Beel or Belphie would know how to do hair, since they were the closest to her, and if she ever asked them for help?

I think Levi would be able to follow any tutorial, or figure out how to do something by trial and error since he cosplays (I bet he made his ruri-chan wig himself). I'd love to show him a picture of the heroine from whatever anime I'm watching and ask if he could help me recreate their style

Asmo we've seen in the dame cards, he's done some cute hairstyles!! I bet I could go to him if I had a fancy event.

I still think about Mammon's dame card... The chokehold it has on me is wild. We saw him do his own make-up in the art, and I think it was said he made his own outfit. So he's a maybe I could go to him? Or he'd put a lot of effort into learning because he knows it'd make me happy lolol

Barbatos also looks really pretty in the dame card !! I haven't read that devilgram, so idk if he did it himself, but what can't he do? I know in TTWF devilgram he literally makes MC's outfit and it made me SWOON

my last thought is if you can just do stuff with magic instead. Does it drain your energy to keep the style, or is it a one and done kinda spell, and don't gotta worry about it? Could a really powerful sorcerer change their hair color, and never have to worry about it fading? That'd be really cool, since I need to re dye the streaks in my hair. That would save lots of money LOL

okay I'm done 😅 time to wait ten billion years for my hair to dry now and try drawing (aiming for every other day to create something new to get better!!)

- ✨ anon

HOW do you handle having hair that long?!?

I'm 5'7" and I used to have my hair down to my low back. It was during the pandemic when I couldn't exactly go get it cut, so I just let it grow lol. And it grows dang fast, but I don't think I've ever had it past the low back area??? Do you accidentally sit on it sometimes? Or is it usually okay because you have it tied back?

All I know is I was so relieved to chop it all off lol! It's super short now, which is how I like it. It takes me ten minutes to wash and style it. I just don't have the patience to maintain it when it's long. And it's naturally curly, so having it short also means I can just let it curl and not worry about it. Ah but I am pretty envious because I always wanted to be able to have one of those really long, thick braids...

Anyway, getting off topic here, back to the question! I do think magic can be used to alter hair! I think sometimes you can get stuff that's temporary (I do believe there was a daily chat about this where Asmo put some kind of potion or something on Lucifer and Mammon?), but I would be surprised if there wasn't some kind of magic spell to permanently keep your hair whatever color you want. I think it's probably just a one and done situation so you wouldn't have to maintain it. Or at least, they'd want to develop something like that because otherwise it wouldn't be worth it right?

As for the characters, I agree with your assessments! I do think in a general sense, they'd all try their best to do your hair if you needed them to.

But as for who would already be capable without having to learn first, I think Asmo is a top contender. Barb can absolutely do anything and I don't doubt that styling hair is something a good butler should know.

I think Levi is another good option for the same reasons you said! I think he probably does have some skill at wig styling! And due to his ability to do costuming in general, I kinda think he'd be able to do a good job on real hair as well if he wanted to.

I love the idea of Beel and Belphie being good at it because of Lilith. Like I'm imagining they only know some really basic styles that were her favorites, but they're happy to do them for you any time. Maybe they get a little misty eyed while doing it because it reminds them of her so much. Awww...

I actually think Lucifer would do a good job, too, but expect to be sitting around for hours because he's gonna make sure no hair is out of place. Only perfection will suffice.

I think Mammon probably mastered whatever style he needed for his dame outfit, but I do think he would learn for you if you wanted him to.

Satan probably already learned from a book or maybe just from watching Asmo doing his hair. But I could see him wanting to do really elaborate styles or maybe using magic to style your hair.

I think Solomon would also be someone you could try, but he would absolutely use magic. I think if you really wanted him to, he would know how to do simple styles by hand. I could see him being really happy to carefully braid your hair by hand. But he wouldn't be able to resist a little bit of magic, maybe to give it an extra sparkle or a streak of color~ I think he'd develop all kinds of hair styling magic if you wanted him to lol.

Diavolo strikes me as willing but perhaps not the best at this particular thing... he doesn't exactly have experience with his own hair.

And I'm not sure about Simeon. I feel like he's pretty competent (except for technology obviously), so he would probably be able to learn how to do it fairly easily. But I don't know if he'd already have some knowledge. Same with Raphael. Though I love the idea of both of them like... doing the hair of little angels~

Mephisto would know about a bunch of fancy Devildom styles, but would he be able to do them? I think you might end up with your hair braided like a horse's mane instead.

Thirteen would know how to do everything. She's got her own long hair and there's no way that she hasn't experimented with it over the years! I love the idea of her doing your hair and her own hair in the same style so you match.

Anyway, I hope you have been able to get some drawing done! Every other day is an excellent goal! I'm rooting for you!!

[electrikworm]

Avpol April Day 3: Warmth

@avpol-april

Carrying a large amount of stuff with you wasn’t an option when traveling over long times and large distances, so what clothes you took with you had to be carefully considered.

Polnareff was rather fond of his chosen outfit. It suited him and showed off his physique quite nicely, whilst not restricting his movement at the same time.

Okay, sure, it wasn’t perfect. Exposed shoulders and arms weren’t optimal in the intense sun they experienced on their hunt for Dio, especially since Polnareff burned faster than he could put sunscreen on. Black also wasn’t the best colour to wear out in direct sunlight. But overall, it had served Polnareff well and made him look good whilst doing so.

At that point in time however, Polnareff was regretting the way he chose to dress.

That a place as hot as Egypt got that cold at the night was frankly unfair. It would have been fine if they’d stayed inside, but of course they had to stay the night somewhere in the middle of nowhere with no hotel or even houses in sight. He was going to sleep terribly that night.

Sitting up in his sleeping bag, that did little to keep him warm, Polnareff drew his arms around himself tighter. The fire they’d made to cook dinner a few hours earlier had all but gone out by now, only a few glowing embers still rested among the charred wood.

That that was better than nothing. Polnareff moved to sit closer to what used to be their fire, pulling his sleeping bag around his shoulders as he did so.

There wasn’t much heat coming from the embers, but if he got his hands close enough at least he could warm those up. Polnareff had never mixed particularly well with low temperatures, always being the first to be bothered by them and having almost permanently cold hands.

A shiver ran through his body.

A sound behind him stirred him from his thoughts. Polnareff snapped around in alarm only to make eye contact with Avdol. Polnareff had previously assumed he was deep asleep a little way away from where he was sitting at the remains of the fire. It was night, but under the light of the stars and the moon it wasn’t hard to see Avdol. He was laughing quietly.

“Wh- What’s so funny?” Polnareff asked, trying to stop his voice from shaking from the cold.

“Oh, sorry, it’s just… Are you perhaps cold?” replied Avdol, clearly amused.

Polnareff always loved hearing Avdol’s laugh, but right now his situation felt a little too undignified for him to appreciate it. Polnareff felt his cheeks heat up, pulling the sleeping bag to sit better around his shoulders. Maybe if this continued, his own embarrassment would be enough to keep him from succumbing to hypothermia.

“Not all of us wear a school uniform in the desert or have a literal flaming bird as a stand!” Avdol laughed again and Polnareff thought that if any sound was warm enough to keep someone freezing, it would be that of Avdol’s laugh.

“You should have taken a jacket with you. Or something with long sleeves.” Polnareff huffed and glared at Avdol.

“Well, I know that now. I didn’t think we’d be dealing with the cold on a trip to Egypt. If it gets any colder, it might actually start to snow!” Polnareff turned back to the burnt out fire, the sound of Avdol’s amusement still filling the air behind him. “Ha ha, yes, very funny. But please, go back to sleep so at least one of us two is well rested.”

Avdol fell silent after a short while, his laughter dying down. Polnareff thought that maybe he should ask Avdol to have Magician’s Red relight the fire. It would only take a little of his time, so Polnareff was sure Avdol wouldn’t mind. Polnareff turned to face him again.

“Hey, Avdol coul-“

“Would you- oh, you go first.”

“No, no, what were you going to say?” Polnareff was curious now. Being cold could wait.

“I just was going to ask…” Avdol paused and cleared his throat. Them interrupting each other must have thrown him off. “Uh, you see… I’ve been told before that I run quite hot and seeing as you’re cold I thought that maybe… You’d like to come over here?”

“Come over there?” Polnareff asked, trying not to leap to conclusions. Polnareff hoped Avdol meant what he thought he meant. Avdol cleared his throat again.

“You know, share body heat.” Oh, he did mean what Polnareff though he did. “If that’s okay, obviously” Avdol added quickly.

“Oh no, that’s completely okay!” said Polnareff whilst standing up too fast.

When Avdol sat up and pulled his robe aside to make place for him, Polnareff hesitated. It dawned on him how intimate this whole thing was.

“We can’t have you freezing to death, can we?” Now Polnareff laughed, deciding to disregard his worries over the intimacy of the situation. It was, after all, Avdol who offered in the first place.

He sat down next to Avdol, the heavy fabric of his robe being draped over Polnareff’s shoulders. After a moment of consideration from Avdol, his arm followed too. Polnareff quickly concluded that Avdol most definitively radiated heat. The arm around his shoulders added a pleasant weight to the warmth that seeped into his skin at every point his body met Avdol’s.

When Avdol moved to lay down again he pulled Polneraff down with him. It was quiet now. All Polnareff could hear was the rhythm of Avdol’s breathing. He could feel it too, the steady rise and fall of his chest where Polnareff’s cheek was pressed to the soft beige fabric of Avdol’s shirt. And while his heart was racing, Polnareff was certain that he could fall asleep in minutes like this.

“What was it that you were going to say?” asked Avdol after a while.

“Hmm?” Polnareff blinked, not finding it in himself to lift his head to try and look at Avdol.

“When you were sitting at the fire. You were going to say something.”

“Oh. I was… just going to complain about the temperature again.” Avdol hums in response. Polnareff didn’t see the need to mention Magician’s Red now. This was better than a fire.

“You have cold hands.” Avdol said, laying his warm one over Polnareff’s.

Polnareff was glad that Avdol couldn’t see his face because he was sure he was blushing furiously at this point.

But it was nice to feel this warm, this comfortable. Their journey wasn’t an easy one and it would continue to grow harder as they approached Dio, but right now, Polnareff was more than content.

He hadn’t even expected to be alive past his quest for revenge, but he was glad he was.

And as they both started to fall asleep under the light stars and the moon, Polnareff secretly hoped that they’d spend more nights not sleeping at hotels.

[pantoneyoongi]

i think i loved you more. | kth

title ; i think i loved you more.  you don’t even think about me. 

description ; how could you love me and then walk away?

cast ; taehyung x you

word count ; 3.2k

tracklist ; chilly - niki, fools - troye sivan, consequences - camila cabello, the apartment we won’t share - niki 

tags ; best friends to lovers to exes, angst, it’s literally just angst, anyway surprise!! i didn’t think i’d actually finish this but here we are so i hope u like it 

present 

it would be a lie to say you haven’t thought about taehyung in years. it would be a lie because taehyung crosses your mind far more frequently than you care to admit, occupying his own little corner, sitting so comfortably there that he’s made a home out of it, the kind of thing you wish didn’t feel like such a constant in your life, and yet, it is. 

and while you’re relatively good at pretending taehyung isn’t a permanent facet in your mental inventory, a part of you still knows full well that he loiters. you should’ve fined him six months into it; either he start paying rent or move the fuck on out of your head. 

of course, then, you’d have to admit you never moved on as much as you should have. 

regardless, there are still times when he doesn’t linger in the recesses of your mind, when your thoughts decide to take a break from playing grainy film reels of memories that you can’t seem to burn. photos can be deleted but it’s much harder to erase the sight of his lips slowly curving upwards, until it grows into that big, goofy grin you love so much. 

loved. loved, so much. 

the point being, that for once you weren’t thinking of taehyung tonight. it’s a little difficult to be thinking of past love affairs when you’re too busy trying to find and squeeze yourself into a hoseok-appropriate outfit (how come yoongi gets away with wearing whatever the hell he wants but if it’s you it’s all, ‘i know damn well you can do better than that y/n,’ and ‘i know you did not come to this fancy ass restaurant in jeans y/n’ like? it’s blatant favoritism.) 

by the time you show up to whatever new instagram-aesthetic restaurant hoseok has been begging you to come with him to lately, you’re approximately ten minutes late. by your standards - it’s not so bad. yoongi might not even whine about being forced to wait for you to show up to order something more than drinks. 

(come to think of it, maybe hoseok doesn’t play favorites. you have to wear something nice; yoongi isn’t allowed to start eating without you. all things considered, you pulled the better bargain.)

“fucking finally,” yoongi groans, as you slide into the booth across from him. yoongi never does pass up an opportunity to complain. 

“it’s not even 7:30,” you wave him off. a waiter sets down a plate of calamari in front of you and you raise your brows. “and it looks like you got an appetizer anyway.” so much for waiting for you. 

“that’s because in five minutes they would’ve kicked us out for waiting any longer,” yoongi raises his brows back at you, eyes darting away only so he can gauge when hoseok is finally satisfied with the number of photos he’s snapped. 

“cut her some slack,” hoseok tucks his phone away. “she dressed like a person today. that probably took some time.” 

you stare at him. “that’s it? that’s all i get?” 

hoseok grins. “you’re ten minutes late, i can’t be honest with you or your ego will get too big. if i tell you you look stunning, next time you’re gonna show up twenty minutes late looking breathtaking.” 

“or i could show up on time in a hoodie,” you offer, cackling when his expression flattens immediately, unimpressed with you. hoseok knows you enjoy dressing up, it’s just that you’re too lazy to do it if he isn’t there to badger you about it. 

“here,” he passes you a menu, which you flip open and browse through as he starts chattering on about his day, complaining about how namjoon got on his ass again about something or another at his job. 

“i love him, i do, but that man is anal as fuck,” hoseok gripes, to which yoongi smirks and hoseok narrows his eyes back. lucky for hoseok, yoongi is too busy enjoying his calamari to be bothered to stop eating just to fire off sexual innuendos about hoseok and his love/hate relationship with his coworker. 

you glance around the restaurant. it’s a nice place, as expected given it was hoseok’s choice. it has a bit of an old-timey look, but what makes it stand out is the space carved out in the center, where you spot couples dancing together, or friends dragging each other onto the dance floor, laughter intermingling with the jazzy tune playing over the speakers. 

taehyung would like this place. 

for someone as mischievous and childish as taehyung, he liked jazz a lot. in retrospect it made a lot of sense - the sassiness in the notes, the moments when the music would take a surprise leap in another direction. it suited taehyung. he was whimsical and unexpected, a troublemaker and everybody’s favorite. 

including yours. 

.

.

.

sophomore year of high school 

“miss y/l/n,” mr. kang stops you in the hall. “have you seen taehyung?” 

you blink back at your teacher. “no,” you’re a little baffled why he’s asking you. how are you supposed to know where taehyung is?

mr. kang makes a displeased expression. he grunts. “that kid owes me homework. if you see him, send him my way, please.” 

mr. kang is an older, crankier teacher, but he’s also one of the most lenient. taehyung’s lucky the two of you got him for language arts; anybody else would’ve simply given taehyung a zero on his missing essay and called it a day. that’s all that crosses your mind when you head off, in search of your friend. 

it turns out, mr. kang stopping you in the hallway is the first in a long series of people asking you for taehyung’s whereabouts. you don’t consider yourself stuck to him like glue, but it seems the rest of the school does, the remainder of high school passing with questions of, hey can you pass this along to taehyung? or have you seen taehyung? or do you know if taehyung’s busy this weekend? as if you’re his keeper. but you’re only his friend. no one could ever be taehyung’s keeper. 

you wonder sometimes if anyone ever asks taehyung about you. you know of course the answer is no, because, for one, no one can ever seem to find taehyung in the first place, and two, nobody’s ever looking for you if they’re not already looking for him, anyway. 

you always knew taehyung was a troublemaker, but much like the rest of the school, he had you wrapped around his little finger. he wasn’t exactly the class clown, per say, but he could still upturn a whole class with a few well-timed, choice words, leaving teachers scrambling to get everyone back in order. he had a mischievous streak, but not enough to be considered a bad boy - just enough to have his grades dropping a little more than they probably should have, between the missing homeworks and the crammed studying he did right before his exams. 

but he was a good guy. he was your best friend. he made your goody-two-shoes life just that little more entertaining, and he loved to do just that. the only detentions you ever got were because he was involved in them, but they were far and few between, because taehyung rarely let you take the fall for anything. taehyung might’ve gotten you into trouble - but he also did his best to get you out of it. 

maybe that’s why you loved him. taehyung was balanced in an odd sort of way. or maybe it was just that he balanced you. 

you think maybe because of that you might’ve followed him to the end of the world and back if he’d have let you. 

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junior year of high school 

“this is really weird,” you state, staring at the plastic baby in taehyung’s arms. sex ed is fine, maybe a little exasperating to get through considering half the boys in your class can’t talk about sexual organs without snickering or looking much more confused than they really should be, but this parenting assignment? 

this is really fucking weird. 

“i just wish it was cuter,” taehyung rocks the (again - plastic) child in his arms. “there’s no way you and me would pop out a baby this ugly.” 

you choke on your juice. you have never once in your life considered ‘popping out a baby’ with taehyung. your mind does work at quick speeds on a regular basis, but now it’s doing double time imagining a future with taehyung and - unnecessarily - the probable process that is required in order to have said child. 

stop. stop. this is so incredibly off limits. 

when you’re older - and taehyung is somehow yours, for a time - you learn that it’s actually really easy to imagine a future with taehyung. it’s easy to see him in your life for the rest of eternity because taehyung isn’t shy about wanting to spend his time with you. you were fully prepared to pair off with jimin for this assignment but taehyung gave you an offended look and said, “are you really ditching me for jimin?” 

you don’t think there’s anything wrong with jimin, considering jimin is a much better student than taehyung. 

but also it’s taehyung. so he has a point. 

taehyung passes you a napkin. he doesn’t look at you when he says it, but, “is it really that weird to think about?” 

“think about what?” 

he looks up. the smile that taehyung usually has playing on his face at all times is nowhere to be found. “you and me,” he says, softly. 

he looks like he wants to say more, but he stops there, eyes trained on yours. you feel like your heart is simultaneously frozen in your chest and racing at an unhealthy rate, pounding hard against your ribcage. you don’t understand him. you understand him completely. he knows you do. between the two of you, you’ve always been the smart one. 

but then he cracks a grin, unreadable, dark eyes transforming into those familiar, bright ones again. “yeah, you’re right,” he sighs as if you’ve even said a word. “i’m way out of your league.” 

you sock him hard in the arm and relish in his cry of pain. 

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senior year of high school 

taehyung falls in love with you first. 

you don’t know it, until you do. until he’s catching you from tripping over your heels at the homecoming dance, both arms secure around you, breath catching because your faces are too close together and it makes him nervous. 

he wants to kiss you, and you can tell. 

he doesn’t. he simply lifts you back upright, cheeks dusted in pink and hands shoved back into his pockets, a teasing remark slipping past his lips that you swat at him for. 

he tells you to slip off your heels - “who cares, y/n? just dance!” and taehyung, like always, is good at convincing you to do anything. 

taehyung falls in love with you first. he kisses you on your doorstep when he drops you home after the dance. he falls in love with you first, and you can tell. 

but you fall in love with him harder, and when you get older, when you’re no longer a teenager in love, when you’re no longer distracted by the feeling consuming your chest, blooming into roses and lilacs and carnations, you’ll wish you weren’t able to tell. 

but you can. 

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present

loving taehyung was a lot of things. 

it was secret glances from across the room. it was snickers bitten down, eyes alight with laughter you weren’t allowed to let out because your teachers were frowning down at you. it was those absolutely massive hugs only kim taehyung could give out - crushing you tight against him, leaving you basking in his warmth and that ever-familiar woodsy scent of his. it was screaming when he lifted you clean off the ground to spin you in circles, until he got dizzy and you both toppled to the ground - but taehyung was always careful in making sure you landed on him, a clumsy but soft fall, filled with giggles and crinkled, crescent eyes. 

loving taehyung was wishing he’d have let you go in the same way - clumsily, but softly. 

your eyes wander the dance floor. you spend too much time creating new memories with taehyung that will never happen. no one else knows the way you still wonder what it’d be like to pass him on the street, or bump into him in the grocery store. if he’d smile at you and ask how you’re doing, or if whatever look on his face at the moment would drop and suddenly he’d be unreadable, like he was when he left you. 

but they’re just fantasies. daydreams and idle passings. taehyung is your first love and he was your best friend to top it off. it makes sense that it’s hard for you to let go, even years and various partners after the fact. 

“did you just say seokjin’s having a kid?” hoseok near shouts, yoongi wincing at the volume and rubbing at his ear. 

“yeah,” he grumbles, digging at the food on his plate. “you don’t have to sound so surprised about it. you knew they were trying.” 

you open your mouth to respond, head turning back to pay attention to your friends, when you stop, lips still parted from a sentence that never quite hits the air. 

yoongi notices. he turns in the direction you’re looking, which makes hoseok turn in the direction he’s looking, and both of them immediately quiet. 

taehyung. 

passing fantasies, fleeting memories, all of them scramble in your head and form kim taehyung from across the floor. you were right. taehyung does like this place. 

there’s a girl wrapped around him, dancing with him. you hardly notice her, rather, it’s the way he smiles, eyes alight, mischievous as ever, closed-lipped smile turning slowly into a wide grin. 

he looks happy. it’s funny because it’s been years and you’ve promised yourself you’ve moved on and yet at just the sight of him you know it was wrong to keep him lingering in the back of your mind every day, pretending it’s just a habit from years of knowing and loving taehyung. 

he spins her around and you’re thrown back into a life that no longer belongs to you. he pulls her close and you watch a future you still dream of sometimes crumble into dust. his eyes shine and you feel the wind sweep away the ashes, your heart sinking low in your chest. 

maybe yoongi and hoseok are trying to talk to you. maybe you should pay attention, maybe you should listen, maybe you should react to hoseok’s gentle touch on your arm trying to get you to come back down to earth. but you don’t hear or feel any of it. you and taehyung were years in the making. it’s funny how easily that all went away. it’s funny how years pass and he looks so happy. without you. taehyung is happy without you. 

some part of you is slowly running reels through your mind. black and white and gray - the way taehyung kissed you, the way taehyung spun you in circles, the way taehyung curled up beside you in bed, tugging you close to his chest, murmuring about forever. 

the thing about taehyung is that you always knew he was a flight risk. taehyung doesn’t sit still. taehyung can’t even hold a single topic for longer than five minutes, so maybe it’s your fault for believing he’d love you for longer than he actually did. maybe it’s your fault for thinking he’d hold onto you, settle down with you. 

it’s just - you really thought he would love you enough to stay. 

the other half of your brain is running reels in color - reds and blues and greens, a child, a home, a ring. sometimes it shifts back into black and white, like one of those old-timey films taehyung loves so much, where things were oddly domestic, honey, i’m home - taehyung loved to swing open your apartment door singing those words. 

that apartment is someone else’s now. your furniture is gone. your clothes are elsewhere. his hoodies aren’t mixed with yours. 

it’s funny. it would be a lie to say you haven’t thought about taehyung in years. it would be a lie because you think about taehyung every single fucking day but when you see him across the room, tangled with someone else, you know. 

i don’t think i even cross your mind anymore.

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they say there are three types of everlasting loves. 

one. your first love. puppy love, giddy, fresh and young and exciting. clumsy and filled with good intention. and generally never meant to last. but everything is new, everything is a first - and you never really forget your firsts. 

two. the person you will never be able to forget. the person you will probably love most, even if things don’t work out. the person who connects with you in a way that you never thought was possible, someone who aligns right next to you - until they don’t. until life gets in the way. until even loving them isn’t enough to keep things together. 

three. your last love. the person you choose, every day. the person you want for forever, the person who maybe doesn’t light up the kind of sparks you get with your first love, or make you feel the depth that you feel with the person you’ll never forget, but still - they love you, and you love them, and it feels stable. it feels right. it feels everlasting. 

taehyung’s eyes meet yours from across the room and you know there’s no one else but you who would’ve noticed his reaction. the marginal twitch in his expression, the way his eyes flicker in recognition of you. the subtle tenseness he gets in his fingers, the way he has to blink out the memory of you. 

taehyung loved you first. you knew that. you knew it in the way he left roses in your locker or traded lunches with you when you didn’t like yours. you knew it in the way he lost his breath at the sight of you in a prom dress, or how he lit up at the prospect of going to college together. 

but you loved him more. you knew that too. you knew it in the way you suggested living together first, in the way you waited every day for him to come home. you knew it in the way you buried yourself in his clothes when he wasn’t around, in the way you carefully prepared anniversary gifts while he had a tendency to forget. you knew it in the way you were always reaching for his hand even when he was pulling away, knew it when you were the one whispering i love you in the dark when he was fast asleep. 

you knew, because he was the one who left you. 

there are three types of everlasting loves. for taehyung, you’re the first. 

for you, taehyung might be all of them. even if he doesn’t choose you, it seems you never stopped choosing him. 

the world colors itself back in slowly. you don’t know how long taehyung’s eyes are on yours. you just know that he’s the first to look away, a loving smile directed to his partner, a smile that no longer belongs to you. 

the last remaining part of your heart - that was holding on to something you knew wasn’t ever coming back for you - shatters. 

i don’t think i ever stopped loving you. 

[acotarharlot]

A game for 2 (part 4)

Finally chapter - I hope you guys have enjoyed this story <3 it felt right to finish it off now, thank you so much for reading x

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You awoke later on, the sun had set and dinner would be soon. Shit you thought. Getting up you refreshed your face and changed into a comfy outfit. You began the descend to the dining room. Finding half of the inner circle - which included Rhys, Feyre, Cas, and Nesta. Sitting down at your usual seat. Across from Cassian. You began conversation with all of them, flowing naturally and you had actually forgotten all about the situation with the shadowsinger. That was until he arrived - with Elain. This made you’re heart uncomfortably squeeze, but you tried not to show it on your face. Which was hard because you honestly were an open book. He sat down next to Cas, and Elain opposite him. You avoided his gaze - you didn’t know what you had expected but you thought the game had potential for more. Now you weren’t so sure. Was he trying to play with your feelings? You hadn’t though him to be that kind of man.

Dinner had arrived, and once again it had been exquisite. There was no way you were going to let a man take away your appetite so you piled that shit on. You had been laughing and chatting with Feyre and Nesta - with Rhys and cass putting in their 2 cents. You knew Azriel had been trying to catch your eyes but you made sure to block him out, as if he wasn’t there. This was working until you felt a shadow slither across your leg, completely jolting you, making a scene. Everyone stopped to analyse what was wrong with you. Flushed you looked to Azriel who was grinning, happy to have finally got your attention. Rhys was the first to speak. “What’s wrong Y\N?”

Embarrassed you played it off, “sorry, sorry” on the spot you had no excuse. Hating the feeling of the spotlight you continued “I’m actually finished, I’m going to excuse myself” you placed your napkin down on the table and pushed your chair in. Walking away you could feel everyone’s confused gaze burning into the back of your head. Once you were out of sight you ran to your bedroom, and locked the door.

You hated that he had this effect on you. If he had Elain why was he even bothering to flirt and play like this. All of these thoughts were playing on your mind as you had a bath. Thinking of what you should do, he was blatantly doing it in front of everyone, you hadn’t even told Mor. You didn’t want everyone to think you were trying to home wreck - even if Elain was mated to Lucien. It was clear she had a distaste for him. On one hand you did like the attention he was giving you, but then the other hand, did he think you were easy? And it hurt, knowing that it was fine to flirt and tease but you weren’t enough to be a lover. Maybe you were fated to marry someone for status, or just out of loneliness. Maybe if you just avoided him he would drop it. And things would go back to the way they were.

And so that’s what you did. You avoided him like the plague. Eating fast, showing up last to training, not walking around the halls. You wondered if he even noticed your missing presence. You had been spending a lot of time in a garden near by the house. It was a bit of a walk but you didn’t mind, as it was secret and you could be alone, to pounder all thoughts. Continue on with painting, poetry and reading. And while all of your master pieces had come out dark and gloomy, you felt better. This Azriel mess was admittedly a big thing for you but you also had so many things you needed to let in and let out. The time under the mountain, your horrible experiences, Rhys’s trauma and what you had witnessed other people go through. And even the war. It left a permanent stain on your soul, that would never wash away. But seeing your people safe, better than under Hyberns authority - you always came to the conclusion that it was worth it.

You had been doing this for a couple weeks, just leaving home after training, wanting to keep up at least some appearance that you were alright. Azriel had tried to catch you but you were very quick on disappearing. You weren’t ready to face him yet, and wanted to avoid him for as long as possible, you knew heart break was awaiting you in those conversations.

A couple hours had gone by and you were sitting on a picnic blanket in the tall grass, you really admired the wild flowers. You had been reading a book in the sun, when all of a sudden shade had protruded over your face. Looking up your heart sank. Azriel.

He spoke softly “you’re a hard person to get in touch with these days” sitting up you don’t look at him to reply “I’ve been busy.” He sat down across from with his legs sprawled out, leaning backwards on his hands, Just watching you.

You avoided his gaze trying to look anywhere else. It’s not that you were self conscious at all, it was that everything was about to change for the worst. He had brought it to you and now you had to grow a backbone and end it.

“I can’t help but feel like it’s me you’re avoiding” It was a statement, but it was definitely a beckoning to explain something, anything to him. You took in a breath and began.

“You’re my best friend right…and we’ve known each other for hundreds of years.. I’m trying to understand…our predicament. He didn’t move a muscle listening so intently to what you were saying. “I don’t want to play this game anymore. The truth is, I know you and Elain-“ he cut you off with “are friends” staring back at him. “It’s fine for you but I have real feelings and I don’t want them played with.” It came out a lot harsher then you intended but you were having an internal struggle not to cry due to the confrontation of it all. He made a move to grab your hand and you pulled it away.

“I actually have things to do anyway, this has just been silly of me” you had lost the internal battle as tears began to spill. Azriel was freaking out, this had not been what he was planning when seeking you out. He managed to grab your hand and pull you to a sitting position in front of him.

“You’re so bloody dramatic you won’t even let me explain!”

Stunned at the unexpected movement.

“ I know you have real feelings, I would never toy with them. Or start something with you if I was with Elain. We really are just friends, if been trying to support her through all of this.

You just looked at him, trying to grasp the words he was saying.

“I see now that I’ve never gone the right way about how I feel about you. When I was younger I didn’t think you would ever approve of someone like me, like I wasn’t worthy. Or if you even saw me like that at all.”

If what he was saying was true then he had returned your feelings the whole time. Something weird had started to evolve inside of your chest. Never had you felt something even similar. Panic struck your face and you couldn’t help but look at him in dismay. Until you realised it didn’t hurt. You looked down and found a connecting golden bright line to Azriel. “Mate” you whispered. He nodded his head.

“I’ve known for a while”

“How long?”

You said feeling very overwhelmed.

“I knew before you got trapped under the mountain.”

The weight of the revelation crushed you entirely.

“And you didn’t want to tell me”

This had tweaked at your self value. He didn’t want you.”

“No no, you were trapped under the mountain and I didn’t want to jump in your face the second you got back, i didn’t even know if you would want this.”

“But you’ve been in love with Mor almost half a millennium, I don’t want you to want me because the cauldron says we’re a match.”

“Are you not listening to me?” He said “As much as I love Mor and admire her, she’s my best friend, I was always devoted to you”

Completely dumbfounded you just looked at him. “I just needed you to know, the truth. And if you deny me, that’s okay. I won’t force this on you”

Words failing you, you just grabbed his face and kissed him. It felt like an explosion of emotions, like you had been living in a shell and he had attached all of your pieces together. You were in his mind seeing every interaction from his view point, feeling everything he felt. You had lived those memories and had no idea that’s what it was like for him. Finally pulling away, resting your forehead on his, you ask him one question.

“Are you hungry?”

The end.

[ripslingerfan13]

So I’ve been thinking while reading ‘The secret of the Plaid Family’ I was inspired to make my own trans Frederick! And here she is!!!💕 So cute!

I give you Princess Minerva! Youngest daughter of the Plaid kingdom.

When Frederick was about 13 he finally came out to his or should I say ‘her’ brothers that she’s trans. She of course was terrified knowing her father would be furious at this but not knowing how her brothers will react. Blaine was just fine with it and even joked that any potential boyfriends would now have to get his approval first!😆 Lance of course being the stereotypical clueless jock has no clue what being trans means. And of course Blaine has to explain to him about trans and of course Lance cluelessly, non transphobic argues about how Frederick can’t be a girl if ‘he’s a boy’. He’s not being transphobic I promise Lance just has no clue what being trans means. Eventually Blaine gives up and tells Lance “She’s a girl and that’s that! Please don’t make me try to explain it again!” “Ok.” Lance replies in his usual supportive Lance way. Frederick finds it a little funny with Blaine trying to explain to Lance with no success. (Insert cute Frederick giggle) And just like in my current fic all three ‘siblings’ now are a team against their father. And Blaine and Lance love their sister very much. And after coming out her brothers quickly adapt to the (even more) over protective big brothers role.

But not really knowing how to go about supporting your trans sibling Blaine calls over a maid whom he just happens to overhear while walking through the halls one day of her having a trans sibling. Long story short she helps the brothers by giving them advice on the dos and don’ts of supporting your trans siblings. But still scared of her father’s reaction Frederick keeps her current name and pretty much begs her brothers to keep everything a secret until she (will only go by ‘she’ when it’s just her and her brothers…for the time being) can find the courage to tell her parents.

Skipping ahead a little, insert magical version of hormones. Helps grow her hair longer, changes her voice, her body is already pretty slim because she was never really that masculine to begin with. There is a certain potion that can change someone’s gender permanently but Frederick avoids using it because she was told that when the potion is taking effect it causes immense pain as it is a potion for body modification. And the immense pain did not sit too well with Frederick. So she’s currently doing things the old fashion way. The maids are excited because they finally have a princess to dress up! And Frederick is enjoying every second of showing her brothers different outfits and getting their opinions on each one until finally finding the perfect one!

Another skip, she finally comes out to her parents with her brothers beside her, she’s in full dress and all and of course Isolde is supportive and proud of her for finding the courage to tell them understanding how scared she much have been…but of course the moment is ruined by Leland who being the asshole he is tells everyone “It’s just a phase, ‘ he’ll ’ grow out of it.” And this causes Frederick, now finally changing her name to Minerva runs off to her room crying. The three of them try to tell him off but of course they’re still too scared of him to really go off and end up just quietly disagreeing with him.

Another skip, the proposals with the princesses are announced and Leland still believing that Minerva is still ‘just a phase’ insist that Minerva marry Gwen and not Jamie. Of course not knowing Jamie is in the portrait as well, all the same assumptions are as is. But at this moment Minerva reveals that she is still into girls and thus coming out yet again as a trans lesbian and is perfectly fine with marrying Gwen. A lot of it goes by as is, except Minerva doesn’t call Gwen ugly do to the fact that she has been dealing with a lot of harassment since coming out and felt like a hypocrite for even thinking it. And instead Gwen overhears her and Blaine wondering why she looks so different from the rest of her family. And this actually does make Gwen sad but only because she remembers her dad telling her how she looks just like her mother. And it reminds Gwen of how she and Jamie barely even remember her as they were just babies when she passed. Gwen is still called ugly when she and Minerva are being harassed by some assholes at the amusement park. Older siblings step in to save the day but of course the damage to Gwen is already done.

And that’s all that I got so far.

What do you guys think? Should I go along with the idea?

Oh! I also started using random Gacha clothes hacks from YouTube! Using the flower crown as the top of a dress came from Miyuki!

[sheerfreesia007]

Fxck That

Title: Fxck That

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC!

Author: @sheerfreesia007​

Words: 3,856

Warnings: Smut, sex, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, slight degradation, hair pulling

Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711, @fioccodineveautunnale, @phoenixhalliwell, @linkpk88, @weirdowithnobeardo, @athalien

Gif Credit: @askthesuperhusbands

Author Notes: So this series was inspired by this gif set that I found here on Tumblr and this tiktok video. Also it’s Steve’s birthday month so this seemed appropriate to post.

The event room is tastefully decorated with a floral nature theme that takes over the entire room. There are tall tables with off white table clothes dotted around the room for guests to stand at while chatting. Wanda is in awe as she gazes about the room quickly while walking in with Natasha at her side. Flowers are arranged with winding branches of wood at every corner and along the walls making the room look like it was a woodland fantasy. Wanda moves closer to one of the decorations on the wall and takes in the scent of the flowers as a smile falls on to her lips. She looks so pretty in her dress today. It’s so different compared to her work outfit. Wanda tilts her head to the side in confusion as she hears Steve’s voice in her head sounding forlorn and whimsical. Furrowing her brow slightly she turns and looks around the room trying to spot Steve but she can’t see him. 

She moves over to Natasha who’s talking to the Head of their favorite childrens’ charity and Natasha darts her eyes over to Wanda to make sure she’s alright. Wanda nods her head and begins to look around the room once again. I wonder if I compliment her will she wear more dresses to the office? Would she think the compliment was weird coming from me? Once again Steve’s thoughts are loud and clear in Wanda’s head and she turns her head to the right trying to see if she could find him. She was curious about who he was thinking of, Steve never really showed them any glimpse into his private romantic life but the fact that he felt so strongly for this woman that his thoughts were loud and clear to her made Wanda think this woman was very important to him. Just then Wanda feels a hand cupping her elbow and she turns her head to see Natasha watching her with a look of concern on her face. 

“Are you alright?” Natasha asks her and Wanda nods her head quickly.

“I can hear Steve’s thoughts loud and clear.” Wanda informed her and Natasha looked at her with a tilt of her head.

“What is he thinking about?” Natasha asked curiously as they both began to move through the room.

“A woman. He thinks she looks pretty in her dress and that she should wear more dresses to the office.” Wanda said softly to her so that no one else would hear as they still moved through the room. Natasha’s eyes sparkled excitedly as she listened to Wanda tell her what Steve was thinking.

“It’s probably his admin. She’s really the only woman who he’s close enough to now. I’m surprised though, he’s been resisting her ever since she started as his admin.” Natasha said softly and Wanda looked over at her with sparkling eyes as well.

“You really think he’d look twice at his admin?” Wanda asked curiously. “He’s always so stoic and stiff. It’s hard to believe that he finds someone who works with him attractive.” Natasha nodded her head along with Wanda’s words and smirked softly.

“Bucky and Sam are going to flip over this.” Natasha said knowling and Wanda giggled softly at her words as they continued through the room.

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Steve looked around the room spotting all the charity heads that he had previously worked with. He smiled and nodded his head at one of the ladies who was in charge of the charity for fallen soldiers that he couldn’t remember her name to save his life. She waved at him eagerly with a wide smile before turning back to speaking with the other charity leaders. Steve’s eyes gazed around the room quietly wondering where that woman had gotten off to. Bucky scoffed softly to Steve’s left and he turned his head to look at his best friend with a raised eyebrow.

”Hate these things.” Bucky said as he rolled his shoulders uncomfortably. Steve nodded his head in agreement just as a soft whiff of her perfume caught his attention causing him to look around quickly to see if he could spot her when there was a soft throat clearing. Both Steve and Bucky whipped their heads to Bucky’s left to see Steve’s new administrative assistant standing there with a kind smile on her face as she placed two tumbler glasses on the table in front of them. The glasses were filled with about a third of amber liquid and Steve looked over at his admin with a slight frown.

“A little Asgardian mead to help take the edge off.” She said knowingly before nodding her head once and then whirled on her heels to walk away towards a large group of charity coordinators. Steve watched surprised as Bucky picked up one of the glasses and swirled the liquid before taking a sip.

“Bucky!” He hissed softly and Bucky shrugged his shoulders at him as he exhaled more relaxed.

“How is it that she always seems to know exactly what we need even before we do?” Bucky asked in awe as looked over at Steve curiously. Steve shook his head at his friend just as Sam walked over with Natasha and Wanda in tow.

“Who are you talking about?” Sam asked in a challenging tone causing Bucky to scowl at him darkly.

“None of your-“ Bucky began to respond when Natasha interrupted him.

“Little Miss Sunshine if Steve’s face gives anything away.” She said, causing Wanda to chuckle softly as she nodded her head in agreement. Steve scowled softly and swiped the other glass from the table and took a swig as he listened to Natasha use the nickname that they had all come up with for his admin. It had stuck because she was always so happy whenever she greeted them all. Steve scowled even more into the glass in his hand as he realized that he had done exactly what his admin had intended him to do without even thinking about it. He hated to admit it that she was absolutely right as he felt the heat of the foreign alcohol begin to warm his insides and ease his tension.

“I just don’t understand how she always manages to know exactly what we need before we do. It’s like she’s some witch or something.” Bucky said in awe and Wanda protested from her spot making Bucky raise his hands in faux surrender. “I’m just saying it’s like she can read our minds and she’s always a few steps ahead of everyone.” He tried to explain better and Wanda acquiesced to his words.

“It’s her job to be a few steps ahead of you guys. Her job description to make Steve’s workflow effortless, she’s supposed to do all the background tasks so that he can focus on the bigger things.” Natasha said with a shrug of her shoulders. Steve frowned softly as he took another sip of the drink as his eyes moved around the room and stayed trained on the woman that they were talking about. She was laughing at something Pepper Potts had whispered in her ear and Steve felt his heart thud heavily in his chest for a moment.

“I don’t know why you keep fighting her when she’s just trying to do her job.” Wanda said softly as she looked over at Steve. He dragged his eyes from the woman to stare at his teammates and then sighed softly.

”I don’t need an admin. Her position isn’t redundant, I can do my job just fine without her.” Steve informed them loftily and Bucky snorted softly as Sam shook his head while Natasha and Wanda looked at him disapprovingly. “I can!” Steve insisted.

“Steve, I say this as a friend, but your reports are horrible. Fury nearly had an aneurysm with your last mission report before she came around.” Sam said with a loud chuckle as the others nodded their heads.

“Not to mention she’s now been able to free up more time for you to run the training for the recruits.” Bucky said and Steve nodded his head in agreement.

“Yes, but I’ve been without an admin for all this time. Why should I have one now?” Steve asked as he shrugged his shoulders.

”Steve, you didn’t have an admin for a while because they all quit once they found out how much work it was to be your admin.” Natasha said incredulously. “Fury hasn’t been able to keep someone in that position because you require so much just to get you caught up.” She said with a scoff. “You’re lucky Sunshine is good at her job and has stuck it out this long.”

”C’mon on Romanoff! It couldn’t have been that bad!” Steve insisted but Natasha shook her head at his words.

”It took her all this time to get everything caught up. She’s worked overtime since she started and has been working hard at it all. Fury is desperate to keep her in that spot, it’s the longest time that he’s gone without actually worrying about his own admin having to take on more work because of you.” Natasha said honestly and Steve stood there in shock as he stared at Natasha.

“And you still fight her?” Wanda asked shocked as she frowned over at Steve making him feel like a grade A jerk. He truly didn’t think he needed an admin but if what Natasha said was true he honestly didn’t know everything that his admin completed for him.

“I didn’t know.” Steve said softly as he turned his head to spot his admin still talking with the charity coordinators. She turned to the side and her eyes darted over to him as she had a sense that he was looking at her, her smile was soft as it slipped across her face when she made eye contact with him. He wondered why she had stuck out through all of that work for him and why she continued to stay when he always gave her a hard time. 

Just then someone walked into his line of sight and Steve frowned softly as he recognized one of the charity heads for the Veterans charity that Shield liked to work with. The man has always tried to get on the good side of the Avengers but the way he gets in their faces and needs their attention constantly rubs them the wrong way. Steve can see the man’s eyes light up as he spots all of them standing together at their table and Bucky groans next to him.

“I hate that guy.” Bucky said softly and Sam chuckled as he nodded his head in agreement.

“Absolutely, he doesn’t know how to take a hint.” Sam said as both Natasha and Wanda nodded their heads in agreement. Steve sighed as the man walked up to them and gazed at the man uninterestedly.

“Good afternoon!” the man said happily as he took the open spot between Steve and Wanda. Wanda eyed him unimpressed as she shifted closer to Natasha. “I didn’t think we’d get to rub elbows with the Avengers today.” he said pompously and Steve gritted his teeth as the man’s voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard. “So who can I expect at our next event that we are hosting? Captain? Would you be able to make an appearance?” the man asked eagerly and Steve frowned at him.

“I’d have to-” Steve began to respond trying to be cordial as the man suddenly cut him off, making him grit his teeth in aggravation.

“Great! I’ll let my admin Elise know that we can expect you at the event.” the man said importantly and Steve glared at him angrily. Steve began to open his mouth in response when there was a soft sound of someone clearing their throat to Steve’s right. Turning his head Steve spotted Sunshine standing there with a bright smile on her face as her eyes glared daggers at the pompous man in front of her and Steve. The air around them all seemed to grow tense at the appearance of her and Steve felt his posture straighten in readiness. “Oh, it’s you-” the man said with a sneer to Sunshine and Wanda gasped softly at his audacity to speak to her like that.

“Well can’t say that I’m happy to see you either Mr. Beary.” Sunshine said with a happy lilt in her voice causing Sam and Bucky to snort in amusement and duck their heads. Steve watched as Mr. Beary’s face flushed red with anger as he glared at the woman, Steve moved closer to her as he saw Mr. Beary’s fists clench at his sides.

“You can’t treat me-” Mr. Beary began to protest and Sunshine tilted her head to the side.

“Now Mr. Beary, you wouldn’t have been trying to get the Avengers to agree to attend one of your events without going through the proper channels were you? I mean I’ve told you time and time again that they are SuperHeroes who have busy lives saving our world, there’s a schedule for a reason.” Sunshine asked, playing dumb in front of the charity head causing Natasha and Wanda to smirk with satisfaction as the man began to bluster and huff at her words. “If you want any of the Avengers to attend your event you must go through their admins to make an appointment.” she told him firmly and smiled brightly at him, Steve could see the hardness in her eyes as she stared the man down.

“Fuck you bitch! You can’t dictate their schedules. Captain has already said he’d go to the event so I’m putting him down as going.” Mr. Beary snapped and the group all glared at him angrily. The man truly didn’t take a hint as he continued on his tirade against Steve’s admin. “Who the fuck are you to tell what I need to do for my charity event!? You’re a fucking nobody! Working for Captain America, you’re just his work bitch!” he snapped hatefully at her. Steve moves to step in front of Sunshine so that she’s not directly in front of Mr. Beary and close enough if the man decides to hit her in his anger, but she places a hand on Steve’s forearm to stop.

“Gentlemen, would you please escort Mr. Beary out of the event. He’s causing a scene that I’m sure Mr. Stark would not be too happy with.” she instructs them firmly and the two large burly men who had been hired as security for the event nod their heads at her before turning to Mr. Beary. The man wilts in the face of security before he’s sheepishly guided out of the hall in front of all the event goers. Steve turns to see Sunshine frowning softly as she watches Mr. Beary be escorted out. “Excuse me, I have to go deal with that.” she said without looking back at their group before walking off behind security.

“Damn, Sunshine’s got it locked down.” Sam says after whistling in appreciation at what had just happened. Steve’s eyes stay trained on her as she continues out with security and his mind starts to race.

*-*-*-*

Steve groans loudly as he watches her perky ass bounce on his lap as his cock is swallowed greedily by her hungry cunt. His right hand comes down hard on her ass cheek and his eyes eagerly watch as her flesh jiggles with the movement. He can feel her cunt squeezing his cock as it sucks it back into her core with every rise and fall she makes. Her hair slips down her back nearly covering her ass and blocking his view, Steve’s left hand comes up and gathers it in his fist twisting it up to the back of her head and pulling her head back causing her to gasp loudly into the air. He could feel her walls clamping down around him and he groans loudly as he thrusts his hips up into hers making her squeal above him while trying to keep her balance. 

Steve doesn’t let up though as he plants his feet and begins to thrust up into her harshly while keeping her head tilted back by her hair. Her ass still jiggles every time he thrusts up into her and her squeals have turned to babbling as she begs him for more.

“Please Captain, please. I need it all. Please, I can't wait.” she babbles to him and Steve grunts softly to her.

“Do it sweetheart. Cum on my cock like the good girl you are.” he moans out to her and feels her body stiffen on top of him as he continues to thrust up into her. It doesn’t take Steve long after that to feel his own orgasm crash into him and his cock shoots his seed up into her.

Wanda breathes heavily as she hears Natasha calling her name, she turns her head and stares at Natasha with wide eyes as she’s pulled from the erotic thoughts of Steve Rogers. She sucks in a sharp breath as Natasha worriedly moves closer to her to see if she’s alright.

“Wanda, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” Natasha asks hurriedly and Wanda nods her head slowly as she feels the connection she had with Steve slowly ebb away and she’s released from the bond.

“I’m okay. Sorry. Just some people are a little loud in here.” Wanda says as her eyes dart over to Steve who’s watching her and Natasha worriedly when suddenly Sunshine and Pepper come walking over to the group while talking. Sunshine furrows her eyebrows while staring at Wanda concerned as she and Pepper come to stand next to her.

“Are you okay Wanda?” she asks kindly while her hand comes to rest on Wanda’s bicep gently and Wanda nods at her and leans into her touch slightly.

“I’m okay, I’m just hearing a lot of people’s thoughts right now.” Wanda lies to the group and she can see Steve’s eyes widen slightly as do Sunshine’s, both for entirely different reasons.

“Oh my gosh, I didn’t realize that was something you had to deal with. I’m so sorry, that must be horrible.” Sunshine says in sympathy and Wanda nods her head as she leans further into Sunshine’s touch. Sunshine laughs softly and wraps her arms around Wanda with a bemused look. “You poor thing.” she coos to Wanda who laughs at the woman causing everyone else to laugh and smile at the two of them.

“Well, I’m glad you don’t have to listen to Mr. Beary’s thoughts anymore. I’m sure he’s cursing Sunshine out in his mind.” Pepper jokes and the group all chuckle.

“Oh without a doubt he’s cussing me out, I’m pretty sure he’s even doing it out loud too. But fuck that, I’m not going to let him talk to me like that.” Sunshine says and Wanda watches as Steve’s eyes dart over to the woman holding her and she knows without even watching his movements that he’s going to put his foot in his mouth.

“Language.” Steve says softly and Wanda can feel Sunshine halt her movements before looking over to him. She can’t see her face but she can only imagine that she’s giving Steve a bemused face as she tilts her head to the side.

“You scold me for that but not him?” she asks softly and airily. Wanda watches as Steve’s entire demeanor changes and then the thoughts start to bubble up. She can hear his thoughts of sexual panic as Sunshine’s chastising has awakened something inside of him. Steve’s thoughts race from Oh shit, did I like her scolding me? To, Oh shit, I liked her scolding me. Steve is saved from responding as Sam and Bucky laugh loudly as they begin to recount the event of Mr. Beary. Everyone joins in with them and Wanda watches as Steve’s eyes stay trained on Sunshine as she talks with the group. Wanda sucks in a soft breath as she feels herself getting pulled into another one of Steve’s daydreams, she holds tighter to Sunshine’s waist hoping to ease herself into it this time.

“You’ve been a bad boy Captain.” Sunshine husks at you as she straddles his waist and presses a firm hand to his broad chest. Her brightly painted purple nails dig into his flesh causing red streaks to form on his pale skin. “I told you to keep still but you weren’t able to, were you?” she asks him airily as she swirls her hips in a circle. Steve groans loudly as he shakes his head, he nearly jerks up into a sitting position when she slams her hips down onto his and clamps her dripping walls around his cock. “Answer me.” she demands.

“No, I wasn’t able to keep still.” he responds, sounding breathy underneath her and she smirks down at him seductively. He watches as she leans over him until her chest is flush against his and her mouth is hovering over his.

“Bad boy.” she husks out to him and Steve groans loudly as her walls clamp around him again. “What am I going to do with you?” she asks him as she begins to rise and lower her hips onto his cock. “You can’t do as you’re told like a good little soldier. Soldiers who don’t do as they're told don’t get rewards do they, Captain?” she asked him mockingly. Steve shook his head as he tried to focus on her words while her hips picked up their pace and began slamming down onto his cock. He could feel himself getting closer to his orgasm as her cunt gobbled his dick with her awaiting sopping core. Her walls clenched around him tightly and her hands pressed firmly against his chest rising her upper body above his as she ground her hips down against his as her orgasm crashed into her. Steve watched in awe as she flung her head back and cried out his name desirously presenting her body to his perusal. He can feel his cock twitching within her as she rides out her orgasm. When she’s done though she begins to rise off him and he looks at her confused.

“Where are you going?” he asks panicked and she looks at him with a smirk on her lips as her hand comes down to grip him tightly.

“You’ve been a bad boy, Captain. You can cum but only by my hand.” she tells him darkly and Steve groans loudly as her hand begins to pump up and down.

Wanda is brought back to the group when Sunshine chuckles softly and hugs her tighter in her arms. Breathing slightly heavy once again, Wanda calms herself down as she leans further into Sunshine’s arms as her eyes dart over to Steve who’s just silently watching the group as they all talk. She can taste the slight panic radiating off of Steve knowing that his thoughts are the cause for his panic. She wonders how this will all pan out and she’s eager to see it to the end.

[thepalestrose]

RWBY/Justice League Movie Review

I went into it with extremely low expectations, but was pleasantly surprised. It's not amazing, but I really enjoyed it for what it was. I would 100% immediately buy a Part 2 if it was made, and would recommend this to anyone who loves RWBY and wants more after the V9 finale, or a JL fan who wants to get into RWBY.

Without spoilers... they leave the door open enough to this that the movie could actually be canon in the RWBY universe! (No idea if the same can be said for JL.) It also has lots of cute moments for the bees, as well as some hard hitting emotional moments with some of our favorite characters.

It's geared towards RWBY viewers. I watched it with someone who knew Justice League, and while I could pick up on the JL elements easily, they struggled with the RWBY stuff. The JL characters felt like they belonged in the RWBY universe.

Spoiler-review below!

So the last scene confirms this movie is taking place during V7 (between when they get their new outfits V7C3 and the election V7C6). I could totally see Watts being the one behind it, teaming up with Killgore to trap RWBY and co.

Just one of the many things that Watts did to try and destroy Atlas.

Okay but like, those Jaune and Pyrrha scenes were just mean!! Jaune knowing the entire time that Pyrrha isn't real, yet still desperately clinging onto the hope that there's a way back to her.

When Jaune is in the white room with Jessica, he realizes this is all fake, which leads him to think that maybe his memories, of Beacon falling, of Pyrrha's death, are all fake too. So... he literally throws himself to the grimm in hopes that it kills him and he wakes up in a reality where Pyrrha is alive.

Just... wow. A really great way to show his trauma.

I'm of the opinion that we'll never actually see Pyrrha, the real Pyrrha, ever again in RWBY. It's the most permanent loss that the show has ever had, and will always have. In a way, I'm glad the movie respected that? Overall, the movie definitely felt in the spirit of RWBY.

Another reason I think it could be canon is because its themes of leadership, of not being enough, really fit in with what was going on in the show at the time.

I really liked Jaune and Jessica together. Jaune is at his best self when he's supporting someone else, helping them realize their true potential. 10/10 use of him.

Jessica was also ADORABLE, from her design, to her personality, to her arc during the movie. Definitely my favorite of the JL characters. They'd make good friends.

Superman was good, and he and Ruby played well off each other as leaders of their respective worlds. No further comments.

Batman was awesome. Loved his wings. Loved his character arc. Him and Weiss together were pretty great, runner up duo after Jaune and Jessica.

Cyborg/Nora/Ren was... alright? Found it funny that Nora basically decided not to pay attention to either of them.

Flash and Vixen were both there too. My JL co-watcher pointed out halfway, rather annoyed, that the Flash should be faster than that. Turns out, he called the villian twist early!

Like I said before, if you like RWBY as much as I do, where you hang on every little piece of content we get, you'll enjoy this. As far as the extended universe goes, I'd rank this above Arrowfell (game was fun, but the story was a mess, sorry Arrowfell!), but below Roman Holiday.

[a-court-of-moonlight-and-ire]

Greetings everyone! So uhm. its been a while since my last liveblog post. there have been some circumstances that made me really not wanna read, but now they have passed and I have risen from the ashes like a glorious phoenix and I can resume my divine mission of complaining about this mediocre-at-best book series to an audience of as many as 60 people if you can believe it. Also we're back to the style of post where I just jot down all my thoughts bullet-point style because my life is in shambles

Anyway, last time we had a chapter where literally nothing happened except for Lucien showing up at the very end, so lets see what he does in this chapter 47

I still cant believe its been only two months since Feyre started permanently living at the night court and forgiving Rhysand for torturing her, its taken me longer to forgive people at my school who mildly annoyed me. Also wait, Feyre was UTM for three months, shes spent more time consecutively being tortured by Rhysand than consecutively having a good time with him wth

Feyre stop fuckin jacking the bat boys off challenge (impossible!!)

Ive seen this part where Feyre talks about the bat boys being so much stronger than Lucien in english where shes like "Lucien may have trained to be a warrior, but Cassian, Azriel and Rhys were Warriors" like oh fuck, we gotta get out of here!! those guys are Proper Nouns!! But in the german version, this line is just "Lucien may have trained to become a warrior, but Cassian, Azriel and Rhysand were warriors" because nouns are always capitalized in german and not just when theyre Super Epic and Cool so you cant do that thing that english books do with proper nouns, and Idk i think thats pretty interesting

Something about Feyre being all like "theyre hunting me, its like Im their prey" really pisses me off, I think its because it could be cool and thematically relevant but instead its just kindof nothing

Speaking of which, Lucien coming ip to her and saying "We've been hunting for you" is so forced, it reminds me of how Tamlin would say these weird objectifying things to Feyre alllll the way at the start of ACOMAF even though hes never said shit like that before, except this is way worse because who on earth would say it like that?? hello?? If you were looking for someone who went missing, you'd say like, we've been searching for you or we've been looking for you, not we've been hunting for you thats just insane

HUH?? which high lord gave her the ability to slow down time??? Thats so overpowered and I dont remember anyone ever talking about it

Oh, of course they cant just be afraid of Feyre, they have to be afraid of Rhysand who just showed up

Did this motherfucker really take the time to change his outfit just make his dramatic entrance just a little more dramatic? Honestly, if it was any other guy I would think thats so iconic, but because its Rhysand just wearing his fucking black tunic again I just want him to explode

"Has your mother, the Lady of the Autumn Court, not taught you that you should listen to a lady?" why he have to say that Lucien's mom is the Lady of the Autumn Court thats so awkward. Also yeah, it sounds more awkward translated from german to english because they use both 'Lady' and 'Dame' (which is german for lady) in the same sentence, but its still just a very bad line

This is actually kind of interesting because Im guessing Lucien called Rhys a dirty son of a bitch in the original and then he growled because its like, oh Lucien insulted his lovely mother that he loves soooo much, but its been translated here as 'Hurensohn' (lit. 'whore's son') so it gains this additional layer where Lucien is not just insulting his mom also using a word that's like a trigger for him which makes it much more impactful imo. good job, Ms. Ernst

The fact that Feyre is getting on Lucien's case for siding with Gamlin over her is mighty ironic when you consider whats gonna happen in acosf, but also Lucien right now and the IC in acosf are making the same choice of listening to their close friend of several centuries over his gf that theyve known for like a year. Like, yeah, obviously its super shitty in both cases but I do get why they did it. And thats not even factoring in the political power Tamlin and Rhys have over their friends, like, it really doesnt matter if you "dont enforce rank" because youre the super special ones who were literally chosen by god to rule, you have an inherent authority over the people around you

This is all so frustrating because I do sympathize with Feyre for feeling abandoned by Lucien because that is essentially what he did, but I really dont like how hes portrayed as being unambigiously in the wrong for caring more about politics or himself than Feyre when its like, first of all, politics impact sooooo many people of course making sure that the SC at leats looks stable from the outside is more important than Feyre's mental health, and second of all, Feyre also pretty much only cares about herself. Which is her right btw, she has been very traumatized, she should be prioritizing herself for a while now, i just dont like the way the narrative frames this whole thing

Honestly, Feyre's kinda slaying rn. Her with her big spooky bat wings being all like "when youve been trapped in the darkness for so long it becomes your best friend" is kinda cool, idc

Okay, nevermind, she slayed for exactly one line and then she was nearly choking on Tamlin's name "because of what Rhysand did to him" girlie that was centuries ago why are you making this about him when he was being abusive two months ago* *i dont think he was actually being abuse but thats the framing of the narrative so im just going with it

I would usually properly translate this line but my brain isnt up to it at the moment, but its onpage 528 and I think you'll know which one I mean if you look at it, but I dont really understand Feyre being like "if I had stayed at the spring court and just given myself over to my own misery, I wouldve learned to take pleasure in other people's pain" Is it trying to justify Feyre being needlessly cruel by implying that it was inevitable and that her UTM trauma would've made her become like this no matter what? First of all, you cant say that for sure though and second of all, wowweweee Sarah Janett Maas knows soooooo much about mental health, she should become a psychiatrist, no degree necessary

"You are dead. You and your entire damned court." ohhhhhh so THATS why they call him death incarnate. Someone bring him back to life so no one ever calls him that again

??? Feyre was talking about how weird she felt about her lack of feeling when she was speaking to Lucien just now, but she was thinking about feeling guilty for desjring Rhysand?? what. Am i just being stupid rn or are those things no in any way related

man this chapter was exhausting

[divinesouldariax]

ooo if you have a prompt in you still, dorian saying 8 or 18?? to anyone :)

8. “Help me.” and 18. “I can’t breathe.”

I was abt to go so angsty with this one/just do some classic whump but then this much sweeter idea came to me and wouldn't let me go. I blame the artists, 'cause I've seen several pieces of art abt this recently and it's making me emotional abt them. ~Martin <3

Word count: 674

Content warnings: brief canonical temporary and permanent character death mention

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Orym had sworn to himself that he would be calm and collected when this moment came. He wouldn't cry or show everyone else just how much he had been missing--

Dorian.

The blue skin and outfit peeked out from under a dark cloak that he was wearing as he rounded the corner towards the outdoor restaurant that the rest of the Hells were sitting and waiting at. Orym was the first one to notice his approach, of course, and Dorian didn't seem to see them, either. Neither did the rest of their friends--Orym could see the flashy pink of Opal's jacket and a few stray sparks of Fy'ra Rai's hair under her hood. He was sure Dariax was there as well, but he was short enough that the taller members of the group covered him.

Orym was standing up before he knew what his body was doing. Calm, he tried to remind himself, but who was he kidding? He broke out in a dead sprint.

Exclamations of surprise and then joy behind him, a cry of greeting as Fy'ra Rai saw him first, and Orym launched himself at Dorian without warning or ceremony.

There was an oof as Dorian caught him. Orym wrapped his arms around Dorian's neck and held him tight, tight, feeling his solidity and warmth and Dorian--

"Orym, I can't breathe!" Dorian choked out.

"You don't need to breathe," Orym responded cheekily, squeezing even tighter for a second before taking pity on him and loosening his grip. Still, he held on, even though Dorian's arms were around him as well and would have supported his whole weight. Orym buried his face in Dorian's soft hair and shook with a silent sob that Dorian could feel but nobody else would notice.

"I'm here," Dorian whispered in his ear. "It's alright. It's alright."

"Oh, gods, I missed you," Orym sighed. He stroked the back of Dorian's head, needing to keep assuring himself that Dorian was actually here, in person, not just a 25 word message from a cold stone.

Dorian pressed his hands, gentle and strong, to Orym's back. "I missed you, too," he said. Reunions and meetings were happening around them as Fearne swept Opal and Dariax and Fy'ra Rai all into a hug, and Orym knew he should let go of Dorian, but he didn't want to.

"So much happened," he said, feeling tears well up. "So much--Fearne and Laudna and I died, Laudna for days, and Eshteross, and he can't come back."

"I know," Dorian told him.

"I wanted you there," Orym managed. "I was so glad you were somewhere safer but I missed you next to me so much."

Dorian held him tighter and started to say something probably apologetic and unbearably sweet, but was cut off as Fearne yanked him into a bear hug, with Orym still in his arms so he got squished between them.

"You're back, you're back," Fearne was saying tearfully. 

"I'm back," Dorian wheezed. "Why must everyone crush me? Fearne--Orym, help me, help, please, she's going to suffocate me."

Orym laughed through a sob. "I can't do anything about it," he said. "I'm as trapped as you are."

"Fearne, please," whined Dorian. Orym felt the pressure ease slightly. Some of Fearne's hair was curtaining his face. "Thank you. Oh, it's good to see you, too, Fearnie."

"We missed you," Fearne reproached. "Never leave us again."

In a minute, Orym would wriggle his way free and hop down to the ground to be pulled into an enthusiastic group hug from Dariax and Opal. But he was going to take that precious minute of being held between two of his favorite people in the world, a place that had snuck up on him with how much he had begun to rely on it, that he had been deeply and sorely missing when it was gone. 

He clung to that minute, knowing not to take it for granted, but comforted by the fact that it was almost certainly not going to be the last one he got.

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[mcrco]

Red String of Fate

repost from my old blog. After losing his wife in battle, Ivar is granted a look into a future life.

Ivar the Boneless, last born son of Ragnar Lothbrok sat upon his throne in the Great Hall of Kattegat. He was a mess, anyone could see it just by looking at him. From the way he chewed his nails to the quick and the way his eyes never lingered in one place - if he could bounce his leg with anxiety, he might have been doing it. What had reduced their great king to such a mess? It had been the loss of you.

During the first attack on Kattegat’s walls by his traitor brother, Hvitserk, who had sided with Bjorn, you had been struck down. He knew without a doubt that the Valkyrie had summoned you to Valhalla, for it had taken several arrows and then finally a knife in your throat to steal the life from you. You were a hero in Ivar’s eyes, a Goddess, even. But none of that could ease the pain that he had lost his wife and would surely soon lose his throne. His throne meant little in comparison to you, for without you, he was truly alone in this world.

He acquitted himself of his throne, hand on his crutch as he pushed up and off the wooden seat and proceeded to quickly limp towards his room. The marriage bed he had shared with you would now permanently remain cold without your warmth and once in the room, he would stare at it with vehemence. As if it was the beds fault you were dead and not Bjorn’s.

Letting the crutch clatter to the floor, Ivar rests his face in his hands to allow himself a moment to cry, to feel pitiful for himself and all that he had lost. Amidst a sob that breaks free of his lips, a bright light scatters across the room without source. It’s enough of a surprise to shake him free of his sorrow and fill him with curiosity - a curiosity that blooms into hope when he makes out your silhouette within the light. With desperate hands he grabs his crutch and walks quickly towards the light, towards you.

You had met Ivar Lothbrok by pure chance. A silly, almost cheesy movie like run-in at the grocery store. Both of you had reached for the same mango, hands touching before you each pulled back and laughed awkwardly. Names were exchanged and it had felt like you knew each other for a lifetime. What blossomed that day became a full-blown relationship and one year later, you now lived together in a cozy little apartment.

Ivar was sweet on you, but easily jealous though he tried not to be and really, it was the thought that counted. You knew his jealousy was out of love and perhaps even a little bit of his own self-consciousness. Ivar was wheelchair bound most days and sometimes it made him feel ashamed. While he understood that his disability didn’t make him any less worthy or that you loved him any less, growing up he had still suffered the cruelty of children and adults who should have known better, but didn’t. Their careless words or disgusting and abliest jabs sometimes ate at him and you knew it. So you let him be jealous without getting angry about it and often all it took to soothe him was a kiss and a reminder that you were his.

He was in the living room now, watching a movie, a documentary of some sort that you had lost interest in fairly quickly. You had left his side - despite his whining for you to stay and cuddle - to go into the kitchen and make dinner. It was the only excuse you had to flee his boring movie choice and as you left, he had smacked your ass playfully, bringing laughter to your lips and a red tint to your cheeks.

Standing in front of the open fridge to grab ingredients, you hear a strange noise behind you and a flash of light. Turning around, you’re met with the sight of Ivar. Though he now wears something completely different and his long hair is braided back. It takes you a moment to realise that you don’t recognize this outfit he’s in, it’s not something you have ever seen in his wardrobe before.

He looks at you like he’s seen a ghost or a miracle or some combination of the two and before you can ask him questions about the attire and the light and so many other things, he throws his crutch to the ground and launches himself fully into your arms so that you’re the only thing keeping him standing. Under his weight you crumble to the cold, tiled floors and you feel his shoulders shake as he cries.

He pulls out of your arms to sit in your lap, not something he’s ever done before and when he presses his forehead against yours, you see that he’s still crying. Lifting your hands up, you wipe the tears from his blue eyes, concern filling you and your chest constricts with fear that perhaps he’s hurt himself and that the tears are from pain.

He says something, over and over in a language you don’t quite understand. It’s not quite Norwegian, though there are words here and there that you think you recognize. You know Ivar is Norwegian, that it’s his first language and you’ve been trying to learn to speak it for him but these words are almost alien.

“Ivar, what’s wrong?” You press kisses to his tear-stained cheeks and at the sound of your voice, he pulls away, brows furrowing before he asks you what sounds like a question in that strange language.

“What was the crashing noise? Are you okay?” You look up at the doorway to your kitchen at the same time the Ivar in your arms does. There is silence as everyone tries to understand what’s going on.

There is an Ivar in your lap who clearly doesn’t speak English and there is a second Ivar standing in the doorway. You wonder if you’ve gone mad and then the thought hits you that you do not know this beautiful stranger that you were so close to. You look to your lover for a rescue before hiding your embarrassment behind your hands.

Amongst the confusion the Ivar in your lap grabs his forlorn crutch and manages to stand up and you follow suit only for your Ivar to grab you away from him and pull you tight against his side protectively.

“What the fuck is going on?” He asks, looking between you and his lookalike but all you can do is shrug and bite your lip, worrying it between your teeth because you had been kissing the face of a stranger. A handsome stranger, but a stranger nonetheless.

The new Ivar says a flurry of things that you don’t understand and reaches out his free hand to grab at you, as if he too wishes to hold you protectively from his other self.

Your Ivar speaks rapid fire Norwegian and the other Ivar replies only for them both to look confused. “He’s speaking Old Norse,” declares your Ivar, looking more and more perplexed by the moment.

Taking out your phone you do a quick search of the web. Icelandic is the closest thing to Old Norse that still exists and so through the wonders of Google, you’re able to somewhat communicate with this strange, new Ivar.

He tells you that he is Ivar the Boneless and he boasts proudly of his many feats in battle before his voice softens and he explains that you are, or perhaps at least in another life was, his wife. The explanation leaves you all with more questions than answers for none of you can explain how he came to be here or why and the news that you were his wife in that life and the way he looks at you has your Ivar pulling you even closer.

When this new Ivar sees this, he makes a quick grab at you and in a matter of moments, you have two large Norwegian men on the floor, wrestling each other out of jealousy. It doesn’t take you much effort to wedge between them, kissing your Ivar until he calms down. Unfortunately that only enrages the new Ivar and before he can make another attempt at your boyfriend’s life, you give him a quick kiss on the cheek, an action you were usually not so bold to make. It was strange, but this wasn’t your Ivar, so you felt a little shy around him, it made you want to hide but at the same time you could never be afraid of Ivar, no matter what form or life he came from.

“We’re going to have to make the best of this,” you announce as they both grumble and glare at each other. You sigh and lean into your boyfriend, pressing your face into his shirt and he softens.

The other Ivar reaches out, hand on your back gently and you look up at him and bite your lip once more. Is it selfish to say that you wouldn’t be against having two of them? The thought of them sharing you makes your face burn bright and you hide it back against your boyfriend who huffs, clearly making an accurate guess at your thoughts.

This new Ivar seems confused. The wife that he knew was fearless, she was not as shy or soft as you were. She was a fierce shield-maiden that charged into battle and was surely blessed by the Gods for her beauty and bravery. He had watched her face armies, cutting down enemies as if the fight thrilled her to no end. And in fact, it did. Nothing had gotten his wife’s blood going like a battle and the sex that came afterwards was the best. It was the one time that she would take charge. She told him once while covered in blood that she would ride him like a wild mustang and that he would not cum until she was satisfied.

He steps back as it truly sinks in how you were not his. That you were different. But he sees the way you cling to this reincarnation of him and his heart swells to know that you were destined to find your way back to him one day.

Perhaps it was for this reason that the Gods let him have this odd glimpse into the future - reassurance that he would reincarnate and be born anew like many would be in Ragnarok, that the Aesir meant to bring him back to you one day. His goodbye to you in his time was not permanent.

The two Ivars share a look, quietly and wordlessly communicating to each other a promise to protect and cherish you and as you lift your face to stop hiding and look at the new Ivar, he gives you a warm smile and then fades away. As if he were nothing more than a dream.

You reach out to the empty air where he had stood moments ago and then turn to face your Ivar. It was strangely reassuring to know that you had found your way to him over and over again throughout many lifetimes, that he was as bound to you by the red string of fate as you were to him.

“I guess finding out that we were married before ruins the surprise that I was nervous to ask you to marry me now.” From his pocket he pulls out a ring and you laugh. This was surely going to be the most unique and exciting engagement story in all of history.

“Yes. I’ll always say yes, no matter what life we’re living, Ivar.”

Sitting on the back of a cart as those who remained loyal to him help him escape Kattegat, Ivar thinks about the future. Not a few years from now but rather a few lifetimes. He would be reunited with you one day, the Aesir proved it would be so. That knowledge would sustain him, keep him going through this life. Even in death you were not lost to him, you never were. One day you two would find your way back to each other and perhaps you would continue to find each other again and again, until the Earth finally sank into the sea and true Ragnarok happened.

The Norns had woven your fates together and that was all he needed to keep going, to not give up hope. Your love was neverending.

[drunkonaheistinspace]

forgotten birthdays and expensive slaps

originally published: November 23rd, 2019

reworked: December 3rd, 2023

Pairing: Illinois x gn!Reader

Rating: General Audience

Tags: fluff, friendship, can be read as platonic

You did not know why you were still following this idiot into life-threatening situations.

Okay, you actually knew it. You just had nothing better to do and he was dumb enough to offer you a job. Other than that, you pretty much had a crush on him. Well, who wouldn’t? He was handsome, educated and a real-life version of Indiana Jones. Only with more muscle.

You expected it to be one of those days when you risk your lives for an antique artifact. But something was different.

Your flight was without any turbulence, Illinois wasn’t involved in any bar fights, and you were not hunted by any criminal organization. But the strangest thing was yet to come. You saw Illinois O'Connell without his precious hat, which he usually did not take off either while sleeping or while showering.

But now he was standing in front of you. Hair neatly combed back and dressed in a suit. This sight was unfamiliar. A pig walking on two legs looked righter than whatever this was.

"Illi? Are you all, right? Should I call a doctor?" You asked anxiously as you continue to mentally process his sight.

The adventurer just looked at you confused. "A doctor? What are you talking about?"

Instead of answering, you simply point to his suit with a look that was a mixture of confusion, astonishment, and horror.

Still confused, he looked down to find the reason for your strange behavior. It took him a moment to understand what you meant.

"Oh, the suit!"

Well, that had taken surprisingly long.

"I go to an auction and as much as I love my hat and my outfit, I thought it would be more appropriate to stick to the dress code," said the adventurer, as he straightened his bow tie.

An auction? If he makes himself so fancy, then it would have to be an auction for the higher social class. In short, the complete opposite of you. But that made you wonder.

You knew he had money. How else would he finance all the travels and give you a generous paycheck every month? But you never really thought about how much money he really had. Let alone how he earned it!

It was completely impossible that your adventures could finance all this, because after all you did not even know what he did with all the stuff you find. Does he donate it to a museum? Does he sell it? Does he keep it? If he keeps it, then where? Does he even have a permanent residence? Where does he come from? So many questions and hardly any answers.

You've known him for almost two years, but you knew so little about him. You did not even know his last name after four months.

This man was an Enigma and that made him even more attractive! If that was even possible.

"What kind of auction?" You asked curiously, as you could not imagine any sort of auction that Illinois would go to.

"An art collector died last month and now his family is auctioning off his collection."

"Art collectors? Since when have you been interested in art? "

You never had the impression that he was a fan of anything that would be classified as ‘modern art’. The only art he seemed interested in was those whose ages were in the triple digits and started at least seven. Or the art which he saw every time in the mirror.

"I do not," he admitted. "I know from a safe source that he has collected valuable paintings as well as some ancient artifacts. I hope to find something special for my collection. "

So, he has a collection. Will he show it to you if you ask nicely?

"And what do I do in the meantime?" You ask. He certainly had a job that you could do during this time.

"Well, you come with me, of course!" He said with a smile. "You are my partner after all!"

It surprised you to hear that he actually intended to take you along. After all, he knew very well that you did not know how to behave at such events, and they would easily recognize you as an outsider.

In fact, the thought of going there made you pretty scared. More scared than that one time Illinois and you were hunted by a bunch of mutant monkeys on lions. The difference was not in the nature of the danger, but in the fact that if you had died back then, then at least you have died the hero's death. At the auction you will most likely die of embarrassment.

"But ... so you know ... well ... I do not really ... have the right ... um ... the right thing to wear! Yes! I just have my usual stuff with me and none of that would fit into such an event! "

You hoped that this excuse helped, because you could not think of anything better. That was not even a lie. You never expected that your boss would ever go to such events and therefore packed only things that are comfortable and robust. You were for climbing a mountain, hiking in the forest and even for a sudden blizzard equipped, but not for an evening with rich people!

Illinois gave you just one of his charming smiles that made you melt each time.

"Do not worry, partner. I've already taken care of everything. "

Before you could understand what, he meant by that, you found yourself in the auction room. You were driven here in a chic limousine, and you probably wore your annual salary in the form of a very simple, but unspeakably comfortable outfit.

The auction was quiet.

So quiet that it bored you.

It started with the countless paintings the deceased had collected over many years. There were some interesting pieces here and there, but you were not interested in buying them.

After almost two hours, the artifacts passed over. For ordinary citizens, these would have been very interesting, but you had already seen better. Not all that was of any value to you, and you were starting to get frustrated. A look at your partner told you that he felt the same way.

You were so bored after a time that you became more and more tired and now sat in your chair half asleep. You've just heard that a ring of unknown origin was presented, and you did not think much of it. You had yourself a bunch of rings lying around that you collected during your adventures. They served as a small investment. You could sell them anytime you needed money.

You were about to fall asleep when Illinois suddenly raised his hand to bid, which startled you so much that you almost fell off your chair.

Suddenly you were wide awake, and you tried to understand what was happening at that moment.

The bid jumped moment by moment from a three-digit amount to a five-digit amount and seemed to have no end. Finally, the adventurer bought the ring for half a million and you just sat there. Shocked and confused. But mostly shocked.

Someone needed to have a small talk with this man about responsible money management!

You waited outside when your boss paid and hoped he did not really carry that much money on him. But who knows?

When he came out, you wanted to confront him about the ring, but your heart stopped momentarily, and you did not get a single word out when he took your hand and put the ring on your finger.

"Happy Birthday, partner!" Was the only thing he said.

It was your birthday? The constant traveling and the following jetlag fucked with your perception of time, which meant that you never knew what day or month it was. There is also the slight chance that this also led to you forgetting that you even had a birthday in the first place.

But now you stood there. Completely perplexed and with a ring on the finger, which could finance your pension without any problems. You did not think when you raised your hand and slapped him. Only then did you realize that you had just struck your own boss with half a million. This thought was both surreal and quite satisfying.

"What was that for?!" he asked, holding his aching cheek.

"Take a fucking guess!"

You're waving your hand in front of his face as clue, but also as a kind of warning that you're always ready to give him one more slap.

"I thought you would like it!"

"I would have loved flowers or a card! Even a cup of coffee would have been enough!"

You take a deep breath and try to calm down a bit. "What I mean is that you should not spend so much money on me. If you want to throw me half a mill, then at least in the form of my paycheck! "

Illinois looked like a beaten puppy, and you regret having raised your hand and your voice against him. You have never experienced him so hurt.

"Forgive me. I should have asked you first ..." he said in a low voice. You feel terrible. "It's just that you survived the longest of all my partners. I just do not want you to change your mind and leave me."

You already knew the story of his other partners. That was pretty much the first one he ever told you.

"I won’t leave you," you said after a long pause, which made him look surprised. "If someone told me five years ago that I would travel around the world and voluntarily collect ancient artefacts from caves and the like, I would have laughed at them. But this is my life now and I love my job because it allows me to see the world and experience everything. And apart from that, I have the best boss in the world!"

A smile bloomed on his face, and you could not help but kiss him on the cheek, causing him to blush.

You smile at him again before you turn away. "But now we are looking for a restaurant! The birthday child is hungry!" You exclaim, as you started walking.

Illinois laughed before running after you.