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Whispers of the night - Lloyd Garmadon x F!reader

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Your POV

It has been three days since the threat came in. I told my friends already, and they were going into protection mode, even though half of them would run if a mouse got within ten feet of them.

We normally had two bodyguards around the house at all times and now one of them was assigned to me, to protect me wherever I went.

He is pretty chill though, he just hangs around in the teachers area and I have a scare button on me, so if something happens, he will be with me in a minute.

When I’m in the park with friends, he is just hanging around, hidden in plain sight probably. My dad had decided to not make it obvious where my guard was and how our schedule worked, it’s easy to plan around that.

But currently, I was in school, talking with my friends at my locker, mostly mocking Charlie and Flora who had been all lovey dovey the night before at a hang out.

“We weren’t like that!” Flora laughed as me and James where fake flirting with each other and I raised my eyebrows at her. “Oh, you are right, you where more like this,”

I grabbed James by the collar and let myself fall back against the lockers, his face close to mine. I laid a hand on his upper arm and the other dramatically on my forehead.

“Oh Charlie, you are so amazing and hot,” I said with closed eyes making my friends laugh as Charlie sarcastically let out a ‘haha’ before telling me to stop.

James grinned and immediately went along, putting one hand on my waist and the other cupping my cheek.

“Oh Flora, you look so good, I can just kiss you all night,” he said and we both laughed as the couple tried to shush us in embarrassment as the others laughed with us.

“Charlie, Lets get out of here and leave these losers, I only need you in my life,” I mocked again. Of course it wasn’t this bad at all, we just loved over exaggerating.

“Yes of course, everything for you my love.” He said trough laughs. I threw my head back against the locker, letting out a small yelp of pain making the others laugh even harder.

“Charlie, lets-” I tried to talk but laughed, making me start over. “Let’s run away and leave everyone behind, we only need each other,” I said dramatically, putting one hand on his cheek and James immediately saw where I was going with it.

“Oh yes, you are everything to me,” he said trough giggles. I then put my thumb on his lips and we both leaned in, pressing our lips against my thumb and Charlie then pulled James away.

“Okay, that’s enough, that’s enough.” He said and we laughed at his red face. I cleaned my thumb with my sleeve and then leaned against James for support to keep myself standing.

He was my best friend since before we even started school. Our parents where friends and we where the very start of our friend group.

Millie joined us in kindergarten and in middleschool we met Luna and at the end of middle school, the twins where the new kids and we also adopted them in our group.

Charlie joined at the start of high school and last year he started dating Flora who we immediately accepted.

When the bell rang, we bid each other goodbye and broke up in a group of two, heading to our classes.

Lloyd POV

I had not received anything from Y/n since our hang out. Of course, I could’ve reached out too but the mission I had that I was called in for when we where hanging out, had been long and tiring.

It had kept me busy as we also still needed to handle things after the happenings. When it was done I had slept for about ten hours before being woken by Kai.

“Lloyd, I’m sorry, but everyone else is busy and I really need to go now to meet up with Skylor because I forgot our date and I have no one to cover my self defence classes.” I had groggily sat up and sighed.

“Yeah, fine, go. I’ll cover for you,” I yawned.

I already regretted going, because when I turned a certain corner, I saw Y/n leaned back against the locker, flirting with a guy before pulling him in and kissing him right on the lips.

I had walked on with clenched teeth and taught the first self defence class of the day. I had hoped to have Y/n in my class that day but was actually relieved when I found out I did not.

I walked home moping, kicking rocks on my way and muttering cuss words as I went.

As I entered the monastery and headed to the kitchen, I was met with Kai and Cole who where arguing about who could get the last piece of cake.

“Jeez, what happened to you? Where you floored by a student?” Kai joked and I looked up in a small haze. “What? Oh, no its nothing, I’m fine.” I said, walking past them to grab something from the fridge.

“If you say so, kid, but if you need advise, we’re right here.” Cole said and I gave him a smile before it fell and I headed for my room.

As I drank my soda, I decided that maybe I should train to get my mind of her, when my phone rang.

Incoming call from ‘my personal trouble maker’

I was about to hang up but stopped myself. No, I was being a dick. I ignored her already a few days ago, and now because I saw her kiss someone I was going to stop talking to her?

That was unfair, just because I liked her, didn’t mean she had to like me back and couldn’t date or kiss other people.

I took the call and pressed the phone against my ear.

“Hey,” I said and she chuckled on the other side. “Lloyd! Jeez, took you long enough, listen, I have so many things to tell you!” She said and it sounded like she was jumping up and down?

“Hm, is that so?” I asked a bit bored and she stopped her giggling. “Are you alright?” She suddenly asked worried and I cursed myself mentally.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I’m a bit tired, but do tell me,” I apologised and I could just feel her grin from the other side of the line.

Your POV

“Alright, so first of, sorry for not texting a lot has happened, I was threatened with a note or something? Well they where threatening my father with kidnapping me, but that was just a bit vague, though it brought lots of worry to my parents.” I started of, pretty excited to tell him the story.

“But anyway, now I have a bodyguard who follows me to the places I go which is cool I guess. Police are still figuring out what’s going on and all that sort of stuff.” I said and I could hear him splutter on the other side of the line.

“I’m sorry what? You where threatened with a note?” He asked in disbelief, worry in his voice. “Yeah, but it’ll be fine, the police will track them down in no time,” I reassured, even though that was never said by anyone, I just didn’t want him to worry.

“Wait but a bodyguard follows you around?” He asked and I chuckled. “Yeah, pretty cool, huh?” I asked and I heard silence on the other end.

“Wait but- you didn’t have a bodyguard with you today?” He said and I furrowed my brows. “Excuse me?” I asked and he stuttered on the other end.

“That’s sounds weird, sorry. I saw you at school, I covered Kai’s classes again.” He quickly explained. “They will stop next month, did you know that?” He said as if trying to change the topic.

“Why didn’t you come and say hi?” I asked, a bit disappointed at a missed chance to see him. I heard an unexpected huff on the other end of the line, making my brows furrow.

“You seemed busy,” he said rather bitterly and I was silent for a moment in confusion. “With what? What’s wrong?” I asked and it was now his turn to be silent.

“I saw you kissing someone, I thought I’d let you be,” he finally said and I cracked my brains. I kissed someoene today? Who did I kiss? What happened- ohh, James!

“Oh come on, that was just James, we where joking to piss of the couple of our group by fake flirting, my thumb was between that kiss,” I said with a laugh and I could hear him swallow on the other end.

“Really?” He asked a bit sceptical and I was about to answer before stopping. “Lloyd Garmadon, are you jealous!” I called him out and he stuttered on the other end.

“Oh piss of,” he said and I could basically hear his smirk. This boy is going to be the death of me.

I shook my head with a sigh. “If you’re so jealous, you can take me on a date if that’ll make you feel better,” I said and he chuckled on the other end.

“Are you asking me for a date?” He said and I grinned. “Actually, I’m asking me for a date so you don’t have to.” I said and he laughed.

“Alright then, I can see you tomorrow at the same restaurant we went to Monday?” He asked and a giddy smile spread across my face. “Yes! Yes I can’t wait,” I said, embarrassing myself with my over excitement.

“See you then,” he said and I quickly bid him goodbye.

When we hung up, I let myself fall onto the bed and kicked my feet in the air out of happiness. I had a date- of course I had had those before, but I had never developed such a huge crush on someone in such a short time.

I think I could call this the first time I ever had such a big crush.

I quickly called my girls and they did waste time in coming over.

“Damn, your security isn’t joking, we had to do a weapon check at your front door.” Luna said and I chuckled. “Yeah, dad is worried for everyone now, but it’s just basic procedure, it’s not like you are suspect or anything.

“Hmm, does you bodyguard know that? If looks could kill, I swear,” Flora asked and I shrugged. “Both our guards are high on edge since the threats started,” I said and Luna interrupted me.

“Hold one, threats? As in plural?” She asked worried. “Oh I forgot to tell you? Yeah another one arrived, but it didn’t have anything about me in it, so yeah,” I said and they bombarded me with questions… which I couldn’t answer.

“Hey, they barely tell me anything, it’s real unfair, you know?” I said and it was silent for a moment, but Amelia decided to wash away the bad news.

“Well, fuck that! Girl you have a date! Come, we need to find you some decent looking clothes,” she said and I scoffed at her. “You make it sound like I am not wearing decent clothes.” I said and she looked me up and down before shrugging.

“Hey! What is that supposed to mean? Millie!” She walked towards my closet ignoring me and Luna and Flora laughed at us.

I was trying in an outfit and they where judging if it was alright to wear while we made sma talk.

“But, didn’t you just met Lloyd?” Luna asked as she made a gesture to me to turn around, which I did.

“Well, it’s already been over two months, and like- the whole time we hang out it’s just constant flirting, it’s about time we go on a real date,” I said, looking in the mirror I was facing to check out the outfit.

“Jeez, it’s already been two months?” Amelia asked, dismissing the outfit and looking for a new one in my closet with the help of Flora.

“We should really go skating again soon, I mean it is October, then it’ll be more dangerous because everything is wet!” Luna said excitedly. She was one of those people always looking for danger and trouble.

“Here, try this,” Amelia shoved some clothes into my hands before her and Flora sat back down. “Honestly, I started skating around December and that was just scary, I only got better over the summer, now my progress will be gone again,” Flora complained.

We went on like that until we finally found a good outfit for me to wear to my date.

The next day, I was driven by my bodyguard who would be waiting for me in the car.

“Awe come on, Malcolm, you’re not giving me anything to work with,” I slumbered in the back seat as I was trying to pry information from my bodyguard.

“N/n, you know your father gave me orders not to tell you anything,” he chuckled and I threw my hands in the air. “Still! It’s unfair how I’m kept in the dark while I’m also being threatened,” I said and he shrugged.

“I understand that you might feel that way, but I was given orders, which I have to follow,” he said and I grumbled some cuss words.

“Language,” he said and I gave him a look. “Hey, your my bodyguard, not my babysitter,” I said making him grin slightly.

He had been working for my family since before I was born, I’ve known him all my life, he is basically like some sort of uncle.

He stopped in front of the restaurant and looked at me trough the rearview mirror. “Did you you need me to open your door aswel, madam?” I asked with a chique accent.

“I can do that myself, thank you very much,” I laughed, making him smile. “No funny business in there, alright?” He said and I gave him a look. “Don’t you be like that,” I said and stepped out of the car.

Lloyd was waiting for me at the entrance and gave me a smile when I came walking up.

“Don’t you look stunning,” he winked and I chuckled and rolled my eyes slightly. “You look great yourself, who helped you?” I interrogated and he rose his eyebrows in a cocky manner.

“Who says I haven’t decided on clothes myself?” He asked and I gave him a look. “Yeah, no I wouldn’t believe it either. Nya helped me,” he confessed and I smiled.

“Doesn’t surprise me one bit,” I said, before we headed inside of the restaurant. We where sat down at a table and given menu’s.

I didn’t even have to look at it, having already decided I would have the same as last time. He looked, before deciding to go with the carbonara.

When the waiter stopped by, we ordered and he took out menu’s again.

“You where driven here, I saw?” Lloyd said and I shrugged. “I wasn’t allowed to go by myself, but Malcolm will leave us alone, he’s just here for his guarding duties,” I said.

“I wasn’t worried,” Lloyd winked and I gave him a light kick under the table making him smirk.

The conversation carried on, we had a beautiful spot at the window and suddenly the conversation changed to space.

I was fascinated by some of his knowledge and happily talked along, being a huge astronomy fan.

“Don’t you find it weird that every moon as a name except ours?” Lloyd asked and I gave him an offended look, catching him of guard.

“Excuse me- her name is Yue and she is a kind, gentle, loving, lady!” I said and he gave me a weird look before a grin spread across his face.

“Was that an avatar reference?” He asked and I nodded with a huge smile at finding out he knew the show.

The remaining of the date went amazing, it wasn’t your normal date where you have awkward silences and weird questions, no it was fun and genuine.

We fought over who would pay the bill and had a good compromise.

“Alright, how about this. I pay now and you can pay for the next date,” Lloyd suggested and I smirked. “Ohh, is there going to be a next date?” I leaned on my hands, looking into his.

“Well, only if you want of course!” He quickly said, scratching the back of his head awkwardly and I chuckled. “Of course, yes sounds fun, I’ll be taking you to the most luxurious restaurant in town,” I said and he gave me a look.

“Or just a noodle house, whatever you prefer,” I waved my hand and he chuckled before waving over our waiter so he could pay.

After he had paid, we put on our coats and headed outside.

“Thanks for tonight, I had a lot of fun,” I smiled at him, tilting my head slightly to the side. “I had fun to, thank you to making me ask you out,” he said making me laugh.

“I’ll see you another time then?” I asked and he nodded. “Definitely!” He assured.

I hesitated for a moment before standing on my toes and kissing his cheek. His mouth fell slightly agape and his cheeks dusted pink. Mine did aswel and I took a small step back.

“Hey! What did I say? No funny business!” We looked at my bodyguard who had opened the car window.

“Fuck off Malcolm!” I yelled and he grinned as I shook my head. “I’ll catch ya later!” I said and darted towards the car.

When I closed the door and then the window, I glared at the man next to me. “Was that necessary?” I interrogated and he smirked. “Definitely, I told you no funny business,” he said and I grumbled as we drove off.

I was half asleep as we made our way home and woke up with a start when the car came to a sudden stop.

“What is that idiot doing?” Malcolm questioned and I sat up straight to watch.

There was a man on the road. He had a black coat and was wearing a hat, I couldn’t see his face and he walked over to the car.

Not wasting a second, Malcolm locked the doors from the outside and I saw his hand itch to his belt where he held a gun.

The stranger was at the front of the car and laid something on the hood of the car before running off. Neither of us saw what he had laid down and Malcolm unbuckled his belt.

“Stay in the car and I if say you have to exit you do so immediately,” he told me and jumped out of the car to see what the strange man had left.

He looked at it and his eyes narrowed. He dug in his pocket and took out a pair of plastic gloves which he put on.

He picked it up and- it was a note? Again?

He entered the car again and didn’t say anything, I looked at him but he didn’t look back at me.

“What does it say?” I asked, my voice shaking. “It’s another threat- god damnit I should’ve gotten out of the car,” he sighed and I shook my head.

“No, we don’t know what that guy had on him,” I disagreed and tried peaking at the note. With a sigh, Malcolm held it up to me.

Bold are you?

This is your last warning, if you don’t cut it out, you’ll never see your precious daughter again. And don’t think we are bluffing. I have eyes on her as I write this, and that bodyguard outside in the car isn’t going to do much.

My heart started beating faster. They had watched me as I was on my date with Lloyd…

When we got home, Malcolm immediately headed for my dad and I was ushered upstairs, being told to stay in my room and lock my window.

This was so stupid!

#ninjago lloyd x reader #lloyd garmadon x reader #ninjago lloyd #lloyd garmadon #ninjago x reader #ninjago city #ninjago #ninjago nya #ninjago kai #ninjago cole #ninjago zane #ninjago jay #lego ninjago

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sevensistersofsussex · 11 days

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Hi! Passing the question back! What are 3 moments you’d rewrite for Elena. (Though universally I think everyone would throw that sirebond plot out 🥴)

Honestly the sirebond plot as a device doesn't bother me as much as how they choose to portray it both with Tyler and Elena as if they blamed both of them for being sired.

But here we go:

Elena Dies

In season 2, Elena should have stayed dead longer. The sacrifice her biological dad made should have failed and ultimately meant nothing. The shock of it would have been spectacular and great for story telling reasons. Stefan not only leaves with Klaus to save his brother but also because he can't stand to be in Mystic Falls. Let that death really impact the story and the other characters. Yes, she had vampire blood in her system but let's say for plot reasons the blood is out of her system by the time Klaus comes to kill her.

She stays dead until Klaus or someone figures out that he needs her blood to make hybrids. And when he resurrects her, she comes back Different and Wrong. She was at peace and she was ripped from that peace (like Buffy).

The Horrific Reality of the Sirebond

Season 6, she's depressed about Damon dead (not as much about Bonnie which never sits right). But then we find out, it's not strictly because of how much she missed him. It's because the sirebond was never broken. Not from her humanity switch, not from anything. And with the death of her sire, it's dragging her down with him. Literally. The magic is compelling her to death. Everyone recognizes in horror what has been happening to her. It's not Elena who goes to Alaric to have her memories removed. She's too far gone for that. Her friends have to take her kicking and screaming until every last piece is locked away. It's too dangerous to bring those pieces back.

Leaving Mystic Falls

Season 6 (again) ends with Elena and Tyler stripped of their vampirism. Elena drowned so it would be easy for her to be resuscitated instead of the cure. I just didn't like how it was like, oh let's bring that back again and Bonnie had to be the one to go get it and risk getting out of the prison world for what? They are both human again and shit, Klaus could come back for her. Things are going down in Mystic Falls and they need to escape. Tyler, upon losing Liv, agrees to go underground with her. No sleeping curses just them leaving and honestly, if they are going to be gone from TVD let them be gone without the characters having to literally carry her around in a metaphorical and literal box the entire time. Let them be.

HOWEVER

It's Tyler and Elena. Yeah they are on the road for some time together but then they hear about Hayley. Tyler understands what it means and dammit he can't let a threat like that stand against werewolves as a community. He has to do something. And Elena is primed for revenge against Klaus too. He killed so many people they love.

They show up on The Originals ready to be the biggest pains in his side.

#elena gilbert #tvd #cancerian-woman #this was so much fun

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munsonssub · 2 years

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Little request: You and Joseph have a kiss scene in Stranger Things and a fan asks what he thought abt the kiss ;)

YESSSSS. Okay I changed it a lil bit instead of a fan it’s in a interview with Jamie in Brazil bc I love them together and yknow Paris.

Requests are open!

Not really any warnings slight talk about smoking.

Word count: 638

You knew he was excited about the Brazil trip with Jamie, didn’t shut up about it for weeks after he found they would be going. You three had become close friends fast, all being new and smokers you clung to each other easily.

Staying in contact after filming wrapped was easy, second nature almost, even with you living in a separate country to him. It was easy, what wasn’t easy was pretending not to be in-love with him, specially with Jamie’s constant teasing to you, because of course he knew. Mans could read you like a book.

So when he invited you to come along you wanted to go so bad, but you couldn’t, due to the fact you have to do your own interviews with Maya. Wishing him luck and telling him to take a quick pit stop to see you on his way back was the best you could do. You still texted him every day while he was there, FaceTimed a couple times to so he could show you the party they were at.

You texted him one day asking how the interview went and all he texted back was a quick ‘you’ll have to watch to find out love ;)’. Which made your heart jump. But finally today you could watch the interview he was talking about. So as you sat on your couch, cuddled under a blanket and smiling to yourself you clicked on the video.

You got about five minutes into it, giggling along with the men as they teased each other and answered questions, then the question you knew would be asked but didn’t know if you wanted to know his answer was asked.

“So Joseph, Eddie has a love interest, played by the amazing Y/N L/N, you guys had quite the emotional kissing scene as Eddie goes to save her character and Dustin how’d you feel about doing that?” The interviewer asked.

You could see the blush starting on his chest and face, Jamie giggling to himself.

“Yes love, how did that go? Nervous?” Jamie joked as Joseph tried to start his sentence.

“Honestly? I was proper scared, she’s such an amazing actress with the emotion she can convey in just a short scene is insane-“ he smiled to himself but before he went to speak again Jamie interrupted.

“If you start on another tangent about her my dear Joseph I swear.” He emptily threats. Making Joe blush.

“Listen, she amazing, the kiss was amazing, being able to share the screen with her was probably a top five experience of my life.” He laughs.

“What’s number one? The kiss itself?” Jamie teases him again, a knowing smirk on his face that makes your throat go dry.

“You know what? Next question please he’s just gonna keep bullying me.” Joseph let’s out a loud breath of anxiety. His blush now even stronger.

“Oh I’m gonna bully you till you do something.” Jamie quietly says, as he puts an hand on Jospeh’s shoulder. The interview quickly changed subject and you pause it. Not knowing what to do you just stare at your phone, disbelief all over your features.

Then a knock throws you out of your thoughts, breathing for a second you stand from the couch, wondering who’s at your door. You quickly wander over, not thinking when you pull the door open.

You look up and see him, in his beautiful puppy dog glory, wide eyes staring at you.

“Joey, hi? What are you doing here?” You ask moving to let him in, he nods his head and he ducks in beside you and you close the door and look at him. He looks nervous, playing with the ring on his finger.

“Something.” Is all he says before his hands are on your face and your lips are against his.

#joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn fluff

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naquey · 1 year

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Hii, could I request a Mei x reader?

sorry if this isn’t how I’m suppose to request I’m new to tumble.

sorry again!-r0se-garden

You're good, this is typically how people do request. Some opt for dming people if their dms are open and such. I saw another request about a Mei x reader too, so I'm guessing he's pretty popular.

Gender wasn't specified so I'll just default to gender-neutral to stay as ambiguous as possible.

You work at Shiki with team Elf. It isn't the most glamorous job, but at least you have a roof over your head and food to eat. Your coworkers were a ragtag bunch of people who seemingly didn't get along unless it was in front of the Supervisor. Your boss.

Mei and Ido were the two you hung out with the most. They were the least chaotic and the least disruptive. Your one hobby was baking, and if anyone bothered you, their head would be on a silver platter. It was a cliche threat but it felt like it needed to be cliché.

The thing about Mei, Ido, and you was simply that those outside saw you three as the best of friends. Ido could tell pretty easily that his brother Mei had the biggest crush on his coworker, but was just too much of a coward to tell you.

The maids were cleaning up the dining room after the big dinner get together the boss had with everyone in Shiki. Ido knew you were in the kitchen but didn't tell his brother because of what he was planning. He may not say much and have a poker face 24/7 but beneath that he was a mastermind.

"Oh, it seems I left the towels in the kitchen..." It was so easy to sound upset about something so trivial, easier to get his brother to do something if he feigned being sad.

"Tch, alright. I'll go get them, but stop misplacing them all the time." Mei clicked his tongue and gathered all the plates into his arms. He was annoyed but also glad he finally got a chance to check in and see what you were making.

Busy at the stove stirring something in a pot while the light on the oven showed something in a tin pan, humming while you worked unaware of the assassin who just walked through the doorway. The clatter of plates and silverware in the sink made you practically jump out of your bones, awfully close to the boiling pot Mei caught you fast before accidentally burning yourself.

"Y/n! Be more careful!" He was quick to chastise you and cover up his panic. Of everyone at the laboratory/prison, you were the one he didn't want to get hurt.

Getting hurt changed people and he didn't want it to change you.

"Well... You're the one who walked in without notifying me! You know I don't pay attention to everything around me when I'm baking!" You flicked him in the forehead playfully, pretending to be upset.

"What are you making?"

"It's for later." You were quick to stand in front of the stove, crossing your arms over your chest with a stern look.

"Oh come on, you can't tell me." His eyes got big and sad, a tactic he often used to get at the sweet treats you make before Manji does.

"No, you always try to wrangle the truth out of me mister. Not this time."

"Please!" Mei clasped his hands together.

"Why do you want to know so bad?"

"You always make stuff really well, I want to know what to anticipate."

"Of course," You shook your head with a laugh.

"Oh, pretty please!" Mei begged.

"You're gonna have to do a lot more begging than that." You snorted.

"Ugh, fine." He rolled his eyes, clearly not giving in.

Ido leaned against the doorway, giving himself a pat on the back watching the two of you talk. He felt accomplished about something that had nothing to do with killing. There was a sense of happiness that radiated from setting up his brother with someone.

"I mean, I could beg in a lot more ways than one." Mei surprised you, he knew what he was doing.

"That's so... You're an idiot."

"What do you mean? I am completely competent."

"I didn't say you weren't competent." You sighed.

"But I mean, hey, I'm your idiot at least."

"My what..."

"Did I say that out loud?"

"Yes, yes you did."

"I know that!" Mei huffed, his face was turning red.

"Then why did you ask?!"

"Because I'm flustered!"

"You're flustered?! You basically confessed to me!"

"I didn't, but do you want me too?"

Now you both were yelling about something neither of you needed to yell about. Anyone near could practically hear the two of you at this point.

"Yes."

"...What?"

"I said, yes."

"To what?" He tilted his head.

"I'm not going to say it again."

"No, seriously."

"I'm not saying it." You stood your ground.

"Ugh, fine. I like you." He muttered.

"What was that?"

You couldn't help but grin and cup your hand by your ear, leaning toward him.

"I like you."

"Oh, really? I couldn't tell."

"What?! You could tell?!"

"Dude, it was obvious. I like you too, duh. Every wonder why we bicker like a married couple?"

Mei stared at you. Face a good, bright shade of red. He didn't move a muscle, if this was a dream he was too scared to wake up. Then Ido knocked something over in the background and he jumped right into you, the both of you landing in a heap on the floor.

There was no way Mei would be able to live down the embarrassment now.

It feels so rushed and I'm so so sorry if it seems that way, I didn't have a plot starting out and just stuck with not having a plot. It may not be exactly what you want, but I do hope you enjoyed it!

#mei yomidou #ido yomidou #nanbaka #nanbaka mei #nanbaka ido #elf #nanbaka elf #the numbers #x reader #mei yomidou x reader #nanbaka x reader #gender neutral y/n #gender neutral reader #gn reader

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leviathans-watching · 1 year

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chhw - 05

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cw: kidnapping, knife use, threats, ransom notes, etc. although it's all treated very non-seriously

“You’re making a grievous mistake,” you say, feeling at the knots around your wrist. Unfortunately, they are well done. You're sure you can still get free, it will just take longer than you wish.

“Quiet.” The demon finishes the knots on your ankles, pushing your legs away from him forcefully. “If you don’t do anything stupid, you won’t get hurt.” He stands then, brushing off his trousers. You take him in, committing every feature to memory. A low cap is pulled over his head, obscuring most of his face, but you can still see the smattering of freckles across his cheeks and the scar that pulls at the left corner of his lips, dragging them down slightly. He is dressed modestly - as to not attract any unwanted attention to him, you presume - with work clothes that looked well worn.

“That’s what they all say,” you snort, rolling your eyes. “‘Oh, you’re just a helpless girl, you should be easy enough to take care of. Just sit there and look pretty and it’ll all be over soon.’ Right.” You wish you could cross your arms to further illustrate your point, but again, your wrists are bound.

The demon looks at you strangely, and you roll your eyes. “What? Did you expect me to be scared?”

“Well,” he shifts, “kind of?”

Letting out a long-suffering sigh, you let your head fall back against the wood floor of the cart you’d been pushed into. “Well, I’m not, so we can skip the hysterics. Can you at least tell me what I’m here for? I know that the diplomatic exchange program may seem radical but actually-”

“What? No, I don’t care about that,” the demon says, waving his hand. “Rumor on the street is that the duke has a soft spot for you. By taking you, we’re setting ourselves up for insurmountable wealth.”

“You mean to ransom me?” you demand, and he nods. Well, that's surprising. You'd been thinking he wasn't a fan of the diplomacy program and intended to put a stop to it one way or another, yadda yadda yadda.

“Well, aren’t you a quick one? Yes, this is a ransom plot. Your disappearance will soon be noticed and we’ve left a note stating where to put the money and all of the other technical details where we took you from.”

“Can I at least know how much I’m worth?” you ask, and again, you get that strange look. “Fine, if not that, then how about where I’m going?”

The demon gives a little, self-satisfied chuckle. “There’s a camp in the woods. No one but us knows about it and it’s difficult to get to. Once you’re there, you’ll be impossible to find, even by magical means.”

So you have to get out before you get there , you surmise. “And if Duke Lucifer will not pay the ransom?”

“He will,” states the demon confidently. “And if he doesn’t, we’ll give him some… motivation.”

“That motivation doesn’t happen to be any of my small appendages, say fingers or toes, now does it?”

He smirks. “Not if he pays up.” Suddenly leaning forward, he looks down on you. You’re able to see his whole face now, and his eyes send shivers down your spine. It’s been a long time since you’d seen a gaze that cold and heartless.

“Let’s hope he does, then,” you manage, and he leans back against the bench, apparently satisfied.

By the way the cart’s bouncing, you can tell you’re still on a brick road, meaning you’re either in the city or just out of it. You should probably act fast.

“Do you have any specific plans for the money?” you ask, fumbling behind yourself at the knots. The foolish demon hadn’t bothered to search you, meaning you still had your dagger, and if you could just get your hands free, you knew you’d be good to go.

“Eh, this and that,” the demon replies flippantly. “We’d get out of the realm, first. The human realm seems like it’d be an easy place to set up in- how is it there? Perhaps you have some recommendations?”

“As if,” you snort. “But continue. New realm, new place, what then?”

As he speaks, you nod along though you’re focusing on the knots. You finally manage to tug on the right piece of rope and the whole thing unravels. You work hard to keep triumph off of your face as your fingers close around the hilt of your dagger. You don’t waste another moment, acting with viper-like speed as you sit up, freeing your ankles from their bindings. You brandish the sharp blade at him before he can speak, getting to your feet.

“You forget that demons are not the only frightening species,” you say, interrupting him mid-word. His eyes are cold, still, but with icy rage. You don’t let yourself be intimidated. “It was a mistake to kidnap me.” You move the dagger down until it is touching his still neck. You’ll admit, his composure is quite admirable.

“There’s no need to harm me,” he says, mouth barely moving. “Just go, and I won’t look for you again.”

“Hmm.” You look down your nose at him. “You were going to harm me, were you not? If you hadn’t gotten what you wanted?”

“I would have gotten it,” he says, surety in his tone. “It’s obvious to anyone that the duke cares deeply about you.”

You scoff. “The rumors are exaggerated. He sees me as an ally. Or a tool to further his own agenda with.”

“Keep telling yourself that, human,” the demon says. “Now go.”

“If I ever see you again,” you say threateningly. “Let’s just say, this isn’t the smallest weapon in my armory.” With that you push open the wooden door on the back of the cart, flinging yourself out. You roll, absorbing most of the impact, but the wind is still knocked from your lungs. Ignoring the stares from the workers and peasants around you - you’re pretty sure you’re in an industrial sector of the city - you put your dagger back into its sheath, and then into your pocket, watching to make sure the cart keeps going. Once it’s out of eyesight, you brush off your skirts, looking for any sort of shop or stand.

It takes a little bit of walking, but you manage to find a paper boy. “Excuse me,” you call, “can you tell me the quickest way back to the main street?” You’re fairly sure you’ll be able to find your way back once you’re there.

“Aye, miss,” the lad says, giving you clear instructions. You flip him a coin for his efforts and set about following his directions. To your surprise, you pop out into the main street fairly near to where you’d been taken from. The demon had said a note was left, so it was probably best to retrieve it as to avoid any future misunderstandings if someone were t have stumbled upon it.

Hastening towards the corner, you round it, stopping short in surprise. The duke, along with Lord Mammon, is already there, a piece of paper that must be the ransom note being shared between the two of them.

“I’m here!” you call, just as the note begins to crumple in the duke’s grasp. “I’m here.”

“Lady F/N,” Lord Mammon calls, rushing to you. “Are you alright? What happened?”

The duke, who’s not far behind Lord Mammon, grabs your arm, looking you over. “Is this some sort of practical joke?” he demands angrily, and you shake your head. Thankfully, there’s no one nearby so you feel able to speak freely.

“No, Your Grace. I was pushed into a cart when I was doing my shopping. I was only just now able to get away.”

Lord Mammon growls. “Those bastards! Are you harmed? How did you escape?”

“I’m perfectly fine,” you assure the both of them. “And this is hardly my first kidnapping. It was fairly easy for me to free myself. Sloppy work was done in securing me. Can you believe they didn’t bother to check my pockets?”

“They probably weren’t aware you had pockets,” Duke Lucifer says dryly. “And not your first kidnapping? Have you been taken in the Devildom before?”

“No, no,” you say quickly, “just in the human realm. They’re all long stories but I could tell them some other time if you do so desire. Anyway, I was just on my way back to collect the ransom note. What’s it say, anyway? The demon who restrained me was making some truly wild assertions.”

“Like what?” Lord Mammon asks, brow furrowing. You can’t help but chuckle, recalling his claims.

“Well, apparently the kidnapping wasn’t politically motivated, which was a relief. Those are such a nightmare to handle. He said that the duke cared for me,” you say lightly. “And that he’d be willing to pay the ransom because of that. How absurd!” You turn to the duke. “We’ve barely spent any time together, so I’m not sure where he got that idea from!”

Lost in your amusement, you miss the way the duke’s spine straightens, the dark look Lord Mammon sends his older brother.

“I’m glad that you’re alright,” Duke Lucifer says eventually. “And that you escaped. I hope you understand that we would have done everything in our power to retrieve you.”

You give him a funny look. “Of course I know that. It would reflect poorly on Prince Diavolo if a participant in his program was killed in the realm.”

“My Lady, that’s not-” Lord Mammon stops abruptly, making a pained noise. He leans down to rub the back of his calf, and you looked between him and the duke, confused.

“Lady F/N,” the duke says smoothly, “I think it’s best that we go to Demon Prince’s castle to explain what has happened. Any threat to your safety is a threat to the program, as you’ve said.”

“Oh, yes,” you agree quickly. “Shall we?”

The duke surprises you by holding out his arm. “Just in case,” he explains, seeing your confusion. “I would feel more comfortable having you by my side in the event that a new threat were to appear.”

“Of course.” Much to Lord Mammon’s obvious displeasure, you tuck your hand into Duke Lucifer’s arm. He moves closer to you and for a moment, you can’t help but wish that the rumors were true and he did care for you as people were saying.

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📖"The Carter Academy for Omega Excellence" Pt4

Rated: Explicit

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Tags: age gap, boarding school au, a/b/o, dub-con/non-con, spanking, feminization, dumbification, sexism, misogyny, subjugation, prostate milking, discipline, D/s elements, societal issues, hurt/comfort, mentions of past self-harm, onlyfans, predatory behavior, gender politics

Summary: Bucky is not pleased when he finds out that his parents tricked him and he's being forced to stay at the school.

I realized that AN ENTIRE CHAPTER had been left out of this fic's posting schedule!

😣🫣😭So the old ch 4 is now ch 5 and this is the part that was missing. Hopefully y'all can catch up with a quick re-read before I post the newest part this Thursday!

(Wait! I haven't read a previous chapter! Masterlist)

Part 4 In Science Based Practice

Bucky gets his hopes up when Steve says he’ll get a uniform. Anything to not be standing naked in front of the alpha like this, unable to hide his body’s reactions.

Those hopes are swiftly dashed, however, when he gets a load of what the alpha wants him to wear. “No way!” he squawks, glaring at the clothes that Steve has pulled out from a cabinet. “What the fuck is this, the eighteen-hundreds?!”

“Language, little girl.”

Bucky grits his teeth. “That’s not what the other students were wearing.”

Steve comes over to where Bucky is standing beside the desk, unfolding the different items that make up the uniform, including an undershirt, pullover sweater, and a dress. “You must’ve seen older students,” Steve tells him. “First years wear these.”

“A dress?!”

“Typically I’d say ‘jumper’, but that means ‘sweater’ over here, and it gets mixed up pretty fast. So we settled on ‘overdress’. But yes, a dress. This is your uniform. It’s traditional for omegas your age.”

“Maybe back in the middle ages,” Bucky growls, putting his hands on his hips. But then he remembers that he’s naked and he struggles not to cover himself in embarrassment all over again. He glares at the level of Steve’s shirt collar and sticks his chin out. “I’m not wearing that.”

Steve chuckles softly, taking a step closer. “Oh, you don’t have to wear it,” he purrs, fitting his massive hand to the front of Bucky’s neck.

Bucky tenses, anticipating that grip again, that thumb digging in and that resultant rush of feeling, but Steve doesn’t squeeze his hand like before. He simply holds it there, the scent from his wrist reaching Bucky’s awareness just as he tells him,

“You don’t have to wear any of this uniform, if you dislike it so much.”

“Good, cause I hate —”

“You always have the option to go naked.” The quiet purr of the threat makes Bucky’s guts lurch and his cock jump. Steve sees it and smiles. “And if you keep it up, I promise that’s exactly what you’ll do.” He swipes his thumb back and forth over Bucky’s glands, though he still doesn’t press like he was doing before. It’s like a taunt—him reminding Bucky of the easy power he has over him. “So what’s it gonna be, honey, hm? You want to get dressed in this perfectly decent uniform I’m offering you, or am I gonna have a really nice view for the rest of the day? It’s completely up to you, but you’d better ask nicely if you want your clothes.”

As much as Bucky doesn’t want to admit it, something small and squirmy inside of him responds to Steve saying it would be a “nice view” to have him naked and on display.

… Something even squirmier responds to the alpha threatening punishment in his deep but quiet voice.

Bucky swallows thickly, fighting the urge to duck down and get more of that scent from Steve’s wrist. “... Give me the clothes,” he whispers. “Please.”

“How polite,” Steve coos, letting go of him to turn around and grab the outfit’s long-sleeved undershirt. “This first,” he says, handing it over. He leans against the desk, arms folded and watching, as Bucky accepts the shirt and begins to get dressed.

It’s a modest outfit, with the shirt, followed by the overdress, and then a lightweight pullover sweater. The hem falls to mid-shin on him, and he plucks at the fabric disdainfully while Steve goes to retrieve underwear, knee socks, and a pair of shoes.

Bucky's face screws up when he gets a load of the undergarments Steve expects him to wear. “What the heck?” he mutters, taking them and poking at the material. It’s two separate pieces: first, a sort of jockstrap thingy that has a padded cup area, followed by a plain pair of brief-style underwear. Bucky turns them over in his hands, confused. He’s never seen anything like it, and he’s got no clue which piece he’s meant to put on. “Um, I don’t play any sports …”

Steve chuckles. “No, you’re meant to wear them together, with the jock underneath.”

“Why?”

“It’s desensitizing. We know omegas get the urge to touch themselves quite frequently, so these were designed for our students to wear beneath their regular underwear. The padding gives you a buffer, so to speak. Just a little extra thickness to help protect against … wandering hands.”

Bucky sneers down at the garment. “Unless it locks, it ain’t gonna stop me from —”

“Oh, we have locks if you need them,” Steve says, nodding when Bucky looks up at him incredulously. He raises a challenging eyebrow. “Do you need that, Bucky? Need me to fit you with something a little more … restrictive? I can promise it won’t be as comfortable as what I’m offering you now.” His eyes drop slyly down to Bucky’s cocklet.

Which is, humiliatingly, still quite erect. If Bucky thought he could manage it without Steve seeing, he’d pinch his dick to make it go down. He hates that Steve can see his body reacting. “No,” he grits. “S’fine. I’ll wear ‘em.” He bends over to step into the underwear and pull them up—first the jock, and then the briefs. He stands back up and smoothes the skirt out with a scowl. “This is so stupid. What the hell do you think I’m gonna do the first second I’m alone?” He pokes disdainfully at the woolen fabric of the skirt, feeling the thick padding against his junk. “Christ.”

“Masturbation isn’t allowed, Bucky,” Steve says, the sternness in his voice drawing Bucky’s attention back up.

“Wait, what do you mean? Like … not at all?” He gapes in disbelief. “Are you crazy? I’m omega! Do you have any idea how hard that would —”

“I do,” Steve interrupts, his bearded face unfairly handsome as he authoritatively says, “I do have a very good idea, in fact, of how omega bodies work.” He pushes off from the desk and steps close, looking down at Bucky. “Not counting nocturnal emissions, how many times a day do you typically orgasm?” he asks quietly. “Hm? Two, five, ten? I promise you won’t shock me. We’ve had some students come in as bonafide sex addicts before, unable to stop rubbing the nearest firm object for hardly more than an hour.”

“I’m not a sex addict,” Bucky grits.

“Good. How many times a day?” Steve repeats himself, blinking down expectantly.

Bucky glares at him, hating that even as he can feel his cheeks heating in anger, his cock is pulsing with new interest against the padding of the horrible underwear between his legs. At least it’s hidden now, he thinks. “Three or four,” he says defiantly. “More, if it’s my heat.”

Steve doesn’t even blink, he just nods down at Bucky like this is all expected information. Hell, Bucky thinks, maybe it is. It’s not like he’s ever had friends that he could ask about it. At his old school, only one other boy in his grade was openly O (one or two kids who passed for beta seemed pretty suss to Bucky, though). Point is, he’s never had a peer whom he could ask how much they felt the need to touch themselves. They didn’t talk about masturbation in his school’s sex ed, and porn certainly wasn’t going to yield the answer. Bucky knows better than most, just how fake that is.

So he really has no clue what “normal” is supposed to be for someone like him. Three or four (okay, or sometimes five) times a day has always felt like a lot to him, but he’s got no basis for comparison. It’s not like he can ask his mom about it, or—God forbid—Ransom. Yuck.

“Is … is that normal?” he whispers, wanting to know but mortified that he has to ask his new headmaster to find out.

Steve gives him a tender look. “Perfectly normal, Honey. Especially for someone your age.”

“Oh.”

“And do you use toys?”

Oh God. If Bucky thought he was blushing before, he was wrong. "What?" he sputters. Steve waits, eyes gleaming with interest—or at least, that’s how it seems to Bucky. He’s standing here, embarrassed and dressed in this dumbass uniform, and meanwhile this stupid alpha is enjoying himself? This is bullshit. “No,” he says tersely. “I don’t.”

“Okay. How then? Fingers? fist? surface?”

“Wh-at?”

Steve steps so close that the toes of his shoes touch Bucky’s. “How do you masturbate? Every omega is different.” Bucky’s guts are roiling before he even fully processes the question, and once he does, the feeling only gets worse. He must stand there silently for longer than he realizes, because Steve prompts him again, “You can tell me, Honey. There’s no need to be shy. Now I asked you a question and I expect an answer. Which way do you touch yourself?”

Bucky realizes he’s breathing open-mouthed. “I – I don’t … I mean, I … um …”

Amused, Steve tilts his head. “Do you try and reach back?” he suggests. “Reach inside and try to make the ache go away with your fingers?”

Bucky makes a small choking sound, and Steve’s hand comes up to gently hold his jaw, thumb brushing over the cleft in his chin.

“Or,” he says softly, so close, “Maybe you like to straddle something, hm? Something you can hump on. A pillow, the arm of a sofa, rocking ‘til it feels good? It’s mostly the girls who do that but I’ve had some male students self-report that kind of thing.”

“I —” Bucky’s brain is short circuiting. He, he can’t, he’s gonna … something … something’s gonna …

“Or,” Steve purrs, leaning down closer to Bucky's face, “is the answer 'fist'?”

“F-fist?” Bucky’s mind goes in an obscene, unhelpful direction …

“Like jerking off. Do you try to be like the big boys and stroke your little cocklet, hm?” Steve nods minutely as he susses out Bucky's reaction. “Is that it, Sweetheart? Do you lie in bed at night and play pretend, try to jerk your little clit off like it’s a man’s cock?”

A sound Bucky doesn’t think he’s ever made before comes out of him; something needy and sexual and distressed. “Nnnh …”

Steve hums in approval and nudges Bucky’s chin teasingly with his thumb. “That’s what I thought. Gender confused little things like you usually do. Rubbin’ on the nubbin every morning, noon and night.”

Bucky’s eyes all but bug out of his head. His breath hitches in another low whine, belly tight, and then he actually feels himself wet a little—a tiny spurt in his underwear that he can’t control any more than a sneeze. He stands there, kind of losing his mind, because he thinks that was … he thinks he might’ve just …

“W-what was the question?” he squeaks, mouth suddenly dry. He has to fight very hard not to squirm in place or reach down to feel his underwear. Oh god, how bad is it? He tries to glance down without moving his head, but he can’t see.

Steve chuckles and plants an affectionate kiss on top of his head, before releasing his chin. “Oh, Little one. I just gave you those and you need new already?”

“... Gave?” Bucky repeats weakly. “New?”

“Your underwear.” Steve turns his nose up into the air, inhaling deeply and then looking away with a smirk. He tuts fondly. “Ah.”

Bucky blinks in horror. Steve can smell it. “Alpha,” he exhales, the word erupting up out of him like some humiliating verbal reflux. "I – I d-didn't ..."

“You’re alright.” Steve is already going over to the cabinet with the uniforms and retrieving another set of underwear. “It’s okay,” he tells Bucky kindly, likely at seeing his stunned expression. “It happens sometimes. I should’ve been more mindful of myself. Normally I find it takes the use of my Voice and a Hold to achieve wet panties.” He chuckles to himself as he rounds the desk and sits in the big leather chair. “You're very sensitive.”

“What?” Bucky feels lost, adrift, like he’s dropped a solid thirty IQ points in the last two minutes. Steve seems to know this, as he smiles gently at him and pushes the new underwear across the desk. “Put those on,” he says. “I promise to tone it down for the rest of this discussion.”

Blinking, Bucky steps over and takes the underwear in hand—mostly because it’s an action that he can comprehend and thinks he can manage at the moment. Simple. “... The rest?” he asks distractedly, as he bends to reach up under the dress’s skirt and pull down the ruined undergarments.

“Yes.” Steve is opening a laptop and clicking around on it. “I should’ve been asking you those questions more formally. You wouldn’t have gotten so worked up, and I’d already have this jotted down by now.” He starts typing information down. “Three to four, you said?”

“Three to four …” Bucky parrots out, then remembers: Oh, the number of orgasms he has per day. “Y-yeah,” he says shakily, swallowing around the lump in his throat and averting his eyes to the ground as he desperately tries to shake the nonsense out of his head and get a hold of himself. Great. Now his principal knows he just squirted in his underwear like some cheesy sex novel. Bucky didn’t know that could actually even happen! It’s always clearly faked in porn. Hell, he’s even faked it for the webcam a time or two.

Face burning and the buzzy feeling between his ears fading somewhat, he bends over and steps out of the ruined underwear. When he looks down, they aren’t as wet as he’d been expecting to see. Just the tiniest little dribble there in the cup of the jock. He really did just wet in front of his principal. Christ. Gritting his teeth, Bucky grabs the new jockstrap and slides it on, then the briefs. Stupid fucking school, he fumes. When he stands up straight again and smooths out the fabric of the uniform, Steve is looking at him from over the laptop screen.

“Hey, it’s not pee, you know that, right?” he asks gently, eyes shining with a tenderness that Bucky absolutely despises. “Submissive release is fairly normal for a boy your age. It happens more than you’d think.”

Bucky shakes his head, brow furrowing. “No. I never have.”

Steve shrugs and types it into the computer. “That’s probably why it came on so easily. I’ll make a note of it. That could be something your Handler winds up working with you on. Now, when did you have your first heat? Not PHS or a proto-heat. Like the full-Monty, real thing. How old were you?”

Bucky squirms and looks around, some of his anger from before returning with his brain cells. “Why does it matter?” he grunts.

Steve tuts. “This is information we need to have in your records. You can either answer freely now, or I’ll get creative to give you a little more motivation. When did you have your first heat?”

Bucky curls his fingers, nails biting into his palms. “Fourteen,” he grits.

Steve nods, typing into the computer. “Have they been regular?”

“Yes.”

“Do you track it?”

“Yes. On my phone.” Bucky eyes Steve's desk, where the Alpha had placed his phone after blithely informing him that he'll no longer have access to it.

Steve notices him looking but doesn't take the bait. “And how long do they typically last?”

“I dunno. Like four days I guess. Three to five.”

“Good. And when was the first day of your last heat?"

"I don't know. I'd have to check my phone."

Steve's mouth curls wryly. "Best guess then, Princess."

"Early last month," Bucky grunts, trying to remember. "I don't know. Maybe like the third or something."

"Hm. You're due soon, then."

His jaw works in frustration as he realizes that it's true: he'll probably be in heat again by next week. "Great," he mutters. "Just what I was looking forward to."

"Don't worry. We've got excellent heat support here. You're be well looked after each time you cycle."

He refuses to comment on that (even though he is kind of curious what "heat support" might consist of). "I presume a backwards place like this doesn't allow suppressants?" he snarks instead, not expecting the strong reaction it gets out Steve.

The alpha actually stops typing and looks over at him. "Absolutely not," he says. "Those medications are very harmful." Bucky rolls his eyes and Steve sits forward, concerned. "Bucky, have you taken suppressants in the past?" He stares at Bucky sternly, waiting. "Answer me."

It's his Voice—the first time he's used it since he had Bucky stripping down naked right in front of him—and it sends a shiver of pleasure through Bucky that he tries desperately hard to suppress. He can tell from Steve's expression, though, that he's not successful. "I mean ... yeah," he mumbles, feeling oddly uncomfortable when he can see that his answer upsets Steve. An apology sits on the tip of his tongue, ready to fall loose at Steve's visible displeasure. "It's not a big deal. Everybody —"

"How long?" Steve cuts him off tersely, fingers already poised back over the keyboard. "When did you start them and when did you stop?"

"I ... I don't know. Like, most of freshman and sophomore year?" Steve makes a disgusted noise in his throat and Bucky flusters, getting defensive. "Everybody takes them. It's not a big deal."

Steve is glaring at the computer screen as he types. "That's something you'll be educated on real soon, Sweetheart." He's fuming, but Bucky gets the sense that it's not at him. "So you're not taking them now?" he checks.

"... No." He'd stopped taking them last year to do a couple of "Horny Omega in Heat" type videos, and had never gotten around to starting back up with them again. Bucky chews his lip, somehow doubting that Headmaster Rogers wants to hear that. "... Are you mad?" he asks.

Steve's eyes soften as he momentarily glances over at him. "No, Honey. Not at you."

Despite everything, Bucky's cheeks color at the change in the alpha's tone. "It's not," he says meekly. "Dangerous, you know."

"That's not what the medical journals say," Steve quips. "But don't worry. I wouldn't expect you to know that, coming out of the American school system. Political agendas have colored everything they teach over there for more than a decade."

Bucky frowns, indignant. "Hey, I went to a great school."

"You went to a liberal school," Steve drawls, not even deigning to look away from the computer screen. "Where did you get the suppressants?" he asks, no-nonsense. "Who prescribed them?"

"The doctor."

"What doctor? Where?"

"The doctor at Planned Parenthood, jeez." Bucky scowls as he sees Steve's jaw tick in annoyance at hearing his answer. "What? You think Planned Parenthood's bad, too?" He scoffs. "Oh my god, you do. You're one of those. A religious nut. You're probably anti-choice, too, huh?"

Steve looks back over at him with narrowed eyes. "No, I'm not religious. And I'm not anti-choice: I'm pro-science. I'm not going to hold your ignorance against you, Little one, but if you keep mouthing off to me, I'll most certainly hold your attitude against you." He nods over to the far corner, directing Bucky's gaze to the piece of furniture tucked against the bookcase that, until now, has gone unnoticed. "Do you know what that is?" he asks, tone deathly calm.

Meanwhile, Bucky feels the blood draining out of his face (and, mortifyingly, his dick twitching inside his padded underwear). "Um ... yeah," he squeaks.

Steve doesn't crack a smile, but his eyes do seem to glimmer just a little bit. "Would you like for me to strap you down there and give you ten licks with my belt for bratting?"

Bucky shakes his head fast as an instant "no," even though his dick isn't so sure it's in agreement. "No," he says a second after, because his dick is a fickle idiot. "Uh uh."

Steve raises an eyebrow. "That's your one warning," he says. He turns back to the computer. "Was it an oral suppressant?"

"... Yes," Bucky says, watching meekly as Steve nods and types the information down.

"And I assume you don't know the name of the physician who prescribed them?"

"No."

"You've been off them for a year?"

"Yeah, almost a year."

Steve nods, not looking happy but not looking angry anymore, at least. "None of this was in your medical records," he grumbles. "Oh well. I can't exactly say I'm surprised. We'll get you in for an exam with the school nurse. Just to make sure you're okay."

"Okay?" Bucky makes a face. "Why wouldn't I be okay?"

Once again, Steve seems to almost soften with sympathy at Bucky's response. He looks over at him pityingly, like he's an earnest but slightly stupid child. "You're probably fine. But you still need to get looked at."

That still doesn't answer Bucky's question, and he's about to get annoyed and say something snippy in response, but Steve preempts it by looking pointedly over at the fucking spanking bench he's got parked in the corner. Bucky reverses course and seals his lips up tight.

"Good boy." Steve turns back to the computer screen, finding where he left off. "Okay, just a few more of these left to go. What sort of PHS symptoms do you typically get? I have a list I can read off, if you’re unsure.”

Bucky shrugs, still stuck thinking about the spanking bench and the 'Good Boy' Steve just Voiced at him. He gives up and asks what’s on the list. Steve reads it off, and Bucky nods at a few of the familiar symptoms. “Cramps for sure, and the hyperthermia. Sometimes headaches." He thinks about it, then ventures, "I get real lazy, too. Is that a thing?”

Steve's mouth twitches. “Yeah, Sweetheart. That’s typical. Have you noticed any other behavioral changes? Do you tend to eat much, or nest?”

Bucky snorts. “I eat like a pig for like, two days before. And I guess I nest ... sorta.” He’s actually not sure if the mess of blankets and throws that he’s got stashed in his closet at home counts, but he nods along anyway. "Yeah."

Steve marks it down. “Do you get any anxiety or nerves?”

“No. That’s a thing?” Bucky looks over and catches Steve smiling fondly at him in a way that makes him feel warm and tingly all over. He hurriedly looks away. “Um, anxiety about what?”

“About being around strangers or being out in public. Or sometimes it can manifest as possessiveness: you don’t like people touching your things, or you feel a little extra territorial over your room at home. Any of that?”

“Oh! Well, yeah. The ah … the thing about people touching my stuff,” Bucky admits. “And my room.” He'd almost attacked Ransom once, when the jerk had come into his room without knocking just before his heat. “Yeah,” he mumbles. “I um, I do that.”

Steve hums and marks it down. “Okay. And how about when the arousal phase starts? How long does it take between when you first notice that change, to when you’re house-bound?”

Bucky cringes. “I dunno. A few hours? Not long. Usually I’ll just wake up in the morning and know I have to stay home that day.” He peeks up at Steve, whose attention is on the computer screen. “Are we almost done with this?” he complains.

“Almost. Just one last question.” Steve’s eyes come back up to bore into him. “Who helps you with your heats? Do you pair?”

Bucky tenses up, thoughts immediately flashing to his bonehead ex-boyfriend. “N-no,” he flusters. “No.” He watches Steve’s eyebrow rise.

“No?”

“I mean, my mom’ll get me snacks and stuff if I need it," he hedges.

"That's not what I mean when I say 'help'," Steve says, amused, and Bucky fights not to squirm in embarrassment.

“I just stay in my room," he mutters. "It sucks, but it is what it is.”

God, why can’t this be over already? He hates talking about this stuff. He hates remembering. Steve is still watching him carefully though, and his face heats under the scrutiny and the weight of the question he can feel coming next:

“Bucky, have you ever paired for a heat?”

He thinks about lying, because he does not want to talk about this, but the look on Steve’s face is still expectant, so he reluctantly admits, “Just … a couple times. But it was like more than a year ago! So what’s it even matter?”

“I’d like to know what sorts of experiences you’ve had,” Steve tells him gently. “To have a better understanding of your behaviors, and your needs.”

Bucky scowls. “My ‘needs’? Really?”

Steve sighs sadly. “Honey,”

“What’s there to know?!” Bucky snaps, irritated. “I had a boyfriend, we broke up.”

“But he was alpha? And you paired for your heat?”

Bucky works his jaw, mouth twisting in displeasure. “Sure, whatever. He … he stopped by a couple’a times to help me out.”

“‘Stopped by’?” Steve frowns. “What does that mean? ... Bucky, are you saying he didn’t stay with you?”

“People have stuff, okay? They can’t just stick around.”

“What?”

“He’s on the lacrosse team. They have games and stuff. Can’t miss practice, or whatever.” Bucky can feel emotion clogging his tear ducts, pressing at the backs of his eyes. He blinks quickly and looks away, grinding his teeth. “Anyways it doesn’t matter,” he repeats tersely. “We. broke. up.” Steve looking at him all concerned like this isn’t helping anything, and Bucky’s getting fed up. “Is that it?” he asks, avoiding the alpha's gaze. “Or do you want a list of all the people I’ve fucked? Because that’s gonna take a hot minute.”

For a second, he thinks he's finally mouthed off enough to earn himself a trip over the almighty spanking bench, but after a brief consideration, all he gets from Steve is a mild,

“No, Little one. Those are all my questions.”

'Little one'; Bucky's quickly learning that he dislikes that diminutive, in particular. Steve seems to use it when he's feeling sorry for him ... or something. “Good.”

Steve gets quiet. Bucky wants to look at him, but he can feel the alpha’s gaze boring into him, so instead he turns his head and stares to the side obstinately, mouth pressed into a thin line. He can hear it as Steve moves slowly; the soft sounds of his body shifting, the laptop shutting, the squeak of the leather chair as he pushes it out from the desk. Steve stands up. He stays standing still for a long minute, staring at Bucky and saying nothing. Bucky’s skin itches uncomfortably. He’s irritated, he’s got no clue what the hell Steve’s thinking, and it’s putting him on edge. “What are you doing?” he mutters.

Steve comes around the desk and into Bucky’s field of vision. He steps close, arms open like he’ll reach for him. “Buck …”

Bucky flinches back. “What?”

Steve pauses. “Bucky. Come here.”

He says it calmly, doesn’t even use his Voice. He sounds almost sympathetic, and that grates on Bucky’s nerves horribly. He scoffs and takes a full step back. He finally looks at Steve’s face and watches as his expression pinches. Bucky takes another step back. He’s feeling vulnerable from telling all of that personal stuff to Steve, and he’s … he’s annoyed over it, okay? He doesn’t like the way Steve’s looking at him, like he knows him. He doesn’t know shit.

“Why’d you ask all those questions?” Bucky demands, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I want to get to know you, baby. Know what’s normal for you, for your body. So I can know what your needs are.”

It’s obvious that he’s aware of how flustered this is making Bucky, and Bucky hates him for how gentle and coaxing he’s trying to be now, after he’s just spent the last twenty minutes asking such humiliating, intrusive questions. Bucky doesn’t need his goddamn kindness. “Yeah right,” he snarks, glaring at the man and his stupid concerned, bearded face. “What my heats are like? What I feel? How I touch myself?” He sneers. “You don’t care about me. You probably just want to know what to picture while you’re jacking it, tonight.”

Disappointingly, Steve barely reacts. He loses his pitying expression and returns to smirking at Bucky like he’s nothing more than an errant pup. “Why?” he counters smoothly, inching closer. “Do you like the thought of me picturing you while I touch myself?”

Bucky falters, taken aback. For some reason, he really hadn’t thought Mr. Rogers would talk like that. He thought he'd scold Bucky and avoid answering. He hadn’t thought the man would bring himself into it by even acknowledging that he does, in fact, touch himself. The shock of it brings Bucky up short, and he forgets to take another step backwards as Steve comes closer to him. His pulse picks up and his lip trembles as he struggles to answer Steve’s question:

'Do you like the thought of me picturing you while I touch myself?'

Fuck. Bucky’s mouth works, but his thoughts are jumbled, and Steve is crowding him again, and speech is not forthcoming. “I – I don’t …”

“Shhh.” Steve puts a finger to his lips, effectively silencing him. “I apologize,” he murmurs, eyes flitting all over Bucky’s face. “I shouldn’t have said that. It was inappropriate of me.” He pauses as if considering something, and eventually his mouth quirks. “What I think about when I jerk off is no business of yours.” He winks. “And there will be no more jerking off for you, Young lady.”

Bucky draws back, the ‘Young lady’ hitting him like a bucket of ice water. He stammers for a moment before coming up with a response. “Y-you can’t just not let us cum,” he complains, outraged. “That’s … that’s cruel and unusual punishment. It’s unhealthy!”

“Oh I agree,” Steve says, turning back around to go and grab something from his desk. “The rule isn’t that you can’t cum at all, it’s that you can’t touch yourself. That’s why we have milking stations set up at various points throughout campus. Many of the classrooms even have a dedicated corner set aside for it.” When he turns back around, Bucky sees he’s got a long, brown strip of leather in his hands. “If you need sexual release at any time, you’re welcome to it. All you have to do is ask your Handler for assistance. Or you can grab a teacher, or myself. Any of us will be happy to help you.”

Bucky’s jaw might physically drop, he’s so surprised. “You … you will?”

Chuckling, Steve steps in close again. “Of course, silly.” He holds up the item that he’s holding: It’s a collar. “I told you we’re all about the science here, didn’t I? Nothing’s more established than an omega’s need to climax. We’d hardly expect you to go for very long without that relief. It’s a very important part of your physical health and your mental well being.” He bends down and smirks right in Bucky’s face, tapping him lightly on the tip of his nose. “Now, turn around to receive your collar, Omega.”

Bucky is so overwhelmed by all that’s happening, by Steve’s Voice and what he’s just told him, by that dirty wink and how he’s just called him ‘Omega’—like he’s Steve’s omega—that he actually obeys right away, turning around in what feels like a daze. “... Collar?” he breathes, feeling Steve reaching around his neck with the thing even as the word leaves his lips. “I – I don’t—”

“You’re fine,” Steve reassures him, drawing the strip of leather around his neck and threading the buckle in the back. He checks the fit with his fingers, then bends and places a kiss right at Bucky’s nape. “There we go. How’s that feel?”

Bucky swallows, the movement of his throat more noticeable against the collar’s gentle fit. He’s … he's inordinately warm all of a sudden, overwhelmed and yet filled with a creeping sense of contentment. He feels dazed and … and heavy, as if the room's gravity has increased or he’s suddenly got thirty more pounds weighing him into the floor. It’s that same feeling he remembers from using a weighted blanket: calming, correcting pressure. Except there is no weighted blanket. There’s nothing. Nothing but a strip of leather around his throat, and Steve.

“... No,” he whispers, mind gone a little fuzzy (why does it feel so nice?). “I don’t like it.”

Steve chuckles, the sound reverberating low in his chest. “Liar,” he whispers, kissing the shell of Bucky’s ear before standing back. “Here, turn around. Let me have a look at you.” His big hands grab Bucky’s upper arms and turn him. Bucky’s left blinking up at him with a slack expression, and Steve looks almost proud as he beams right back down. “Sweetheart,” he gushes. “You look perfect.”

Bucky’s hand comes up to touch the front of the collar, where there’s a little metal placard grommeted flat to the leather. Vacantly, he wonders if it’s his name that he feels engraved there.

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dark-elf-writes · 11 months

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How did Venomous Naruto get so much longer so quickly?!?

Yes! Wave is a Probation, only in this case Sasuke doesn't try to save Naruto and he doesn't do the folding big Shuriken thing against Zabuza with Naruto, causing both Kakashi and Naruto to get hurt a lot. After the Ice Mirrior Dome breaks, where Sasuke has been put in a death like state anyway, Sakura crys over his body and starts yelling at Naruto who is visibly bleeding but still standing saying it should be Naruto who is dead instead.

Sakura loses her ability to ever be a shinobi after the Wave mission and Sasuke is going back to the academy until Naruto makes Chunnin, when Oro/the Sannin will take over his training and Kakashi can train Sasuke on a new team, but if Sasuke still fails the team test he is a Forever Genin apprenticed to Kakashi to master his Sharingan.

Because it lives in my head rent free and I have not been able to think of anything other than this sunshine boy with fangs and only a few bites keeping him from taking out his enemies.

Tbh I might split the au at the formation/first test of Team Seven because I love both ideas so much. And with it being the size it is already an au of an au isnt that bad.

Under a read more because this got away from me tbh.

But absolutely I love that. Naruto tries to get Sasuke to work with him but he yet again doesn’t which means that he has to find a different way to save Kakashi only to get what would be a sure kill blow on anyone else but instead Awakens The Demon™️ and Naru stomps Zabuza into the fucking ground fox style until Haku pulls him out of there. Naruto hits the ground having lost a lot of blood and severely chakra depleted because demon. Kakashi very nearly fucking drowned and also took a fair number of hits that could have been avoided. Still as hurt as he is he doesn’t trust either Sasuke or Sakura to carry Naruto so the rest of the trip to wave is spent with a very obviously injured Kakashi carrying Naruto while Tazuna looks between Team Seven like “oh shit not only am I going to die but at least one of these kids is going to as well.”

Naruto kind of wakes up that first night actually in wave enough to show that he’s clearly scared and just barely keeping it together because he’s not in a safe enough place to break yet. Kakashi gets some food into him before he passes back out then drags his other little genin out for the lecture to end all lectures.

He tells them if he thought he could safely get them all back to the village right now they would be abandoning this mission and going the fuck home immediately. He tells them that they nearly got two of their teammates killed by refusing to grow up and work together. He tells then that anyone who wasn’t Naruto that got those injuries would have died and if if Kakashi had been able to get out of the water prison on his own without drowning they still would have been returning home with a dead child in tow. He tells them that if they can’t get their shit together before the mission ends he’s sending their asses back to the academy because if they’re going to keep acting like children on the field they should be with the children where they can’t get someone killed.

He sends them to bed, as far away from where Naruto is sleeping off his chakra exhaustion as he can considering the size of the house they’re sharing. Tazuna at least seems to understand as he rearranges some things to make sure Kakashi has easy access to all of his students even with the added distance. He thinks that will be the end of it.

For any usual Shinobi graduate it would be the end of it. A dressing down of that severity from a commanding officer in the field and a very real threat that their careers would be back to square one in the most humiliating of ways? That should be enough to get through the thickest of skulls to drive home the point that what they did was wrong and should never ever be repeated.

Only it is.

Only when he’s facing off with Zabuza he hears Naruto screaming for Sasuke to “just fucking listen to me dammit!” Before his so recently injured student so screaming for real.

He sees out of the corner of his eye, like the swordsman had intentionally cleared his mist to give him a front row seat to his own failures, as Sasuke sees the wave of senbon coming right for the both of them for Naruto’s kneeling and half conscious form already so full of needles clearly unable to catch his breath enough to see the danger coming his way and dodges away leaving Naruto to take more.

He’s sure Zabuza is laughing at him as he growls low in his chest. Sure that the gods themselves are laughing at him too.

So he calls in the pack and splits them.

He sees Uhei drag Naruto out of the way of another attack just in time for him to come to. Sees Sasuke pull away from Bisuke with two newly formed sharingan narrowed ably to jump straight into an attack. He sees the choking red hatefilled Chakra cover Naruto as he screams in rage.

He doesn’t see much after that. Focused on ending his fight as fast as possible to get to his students.

It doesn’t make shoving his Chidori through a child’s chest feel any better. It doesn’t make Naruto’s second shriek hurt any less.

The fight is over by the time he lays Haku’s broken body on the ground. Before Zabuza makes his last stand against his former employer. Before Naruto is able to release the Kyuubi’s chakra surrounding him. Before his ninken can report on the state of the kids. It is over.

Kakashi manages to get an arm around Naruto’s waist before he hits the ground as that chakra fades with his shock. Manages to haul him close to his own body as the kid bares his dripping fangs, coated with venom in Naruto’s rage, at the group of men. He can feel how much the kid is shaking. He wonders how he’s still standing.

“Sasuke!” Sakura shrieks, shaking her teammate. Bisuke tries to nudge her away. Tries tot elk he that the pup is hurt but will still live tries to—

“This is your fault!” she screams at him with hate in her eyes. No. Not at him.

At Naruto.

“It should have been you!”

Even with Zabuza fighting at the other end of the bridge. Even with the approaching feet of the rest of the village. Even with the roaring waves below infuriated that the blood of one of their own was spilled. The words were loud enough that Naruto flinched.

Enough.

Kakashi has had enough.

“Shut up!” he snapped, settling Naruto on a clear-ish portion of the bridge and signaled Bull and Pakkun to watch over him. Bull settled at the boy’s side while Pakkun wormed his way into Naruto’s lap, sliding under shock numbed hands and pressing close to his already healed chest to provide some comfort.

He turns on the other two, grateful for his mask so Sakura can’t see him baring his own fangs in irritation, and hits his knees for a quick check over his student that tells him everything he already knew.

“Sasuke is fine.” He growls, and sure enough a moment later the Uchiha gasps and coughs, curling around himself a little as he blinks up at the two of them with dark eyes once again.

Kakshi wants to shake him. To shake them both.

He doesn’t.

Kakashi takes a deep breath. Takes another when Uhei leans against his side.

“It will be my recommendation when we return that you both go back to the academy,” He says at last, eyes narrowed on the two of them. (He’ll never forget their faces. Wouldn’t even if he had taken the time to cover his sharingan) “With what the mission reports will show… I’m not sure if they will take that suggestion or if they will refute you both in the spot.”

Two stunned faces looked back at him. He didn’t let his glare waver. Didn’t let them squirm away from his disappointment as he wrapped Sasuke’s injuries with careful hands before standing again.

The fight was over.

The curse of Team Seven had struck yet again.

#the elf talks #naruto #venomous naruto #venomous Naruto: the breaking of team seven

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freestyle-crocodile-trashpile · 2 years

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Key

Summary:you a neonplrton comes to the lair to receive the krang key

Bold is you pink is April(since there isn't yellow) and normal text is splinter.

⚠️Warning⚠️: Rise movie spoilers(kinda), Donnie being a bit of a simp

Type:scenario:Turtles, April, Casey, splinter with male neonplrton reader

Version:rise

No one knew what neonplrton were and Casey never seen you before, but if they knew one thing. Don't trust unknown creatures. After what they faced with the krang they didn't expect anything else. They figured the krang were a feared alien. Yes but not by many. So when a portal opened, they didn't see it but they hears talking and what sounds like fire. They panicked at first but they didn't see any fire around.

"Okay I- mom i- I GET IT I KNOW WHAT IM LOOKING!"

They turned the corner and seen you standing their. They froze, the spikes, the scales, the arms. Just everything about you screamed danger. But the way you talked made you seem like a everyday teenage boy. When you turned and looked at them it got worse, the eyes were horrific, and the ears actually aren't scary just weird liking, kinda like Elf ears but instead of pointing up they go around the ear lobe. Leo had stepped back in fear after what happened with the krang he didn't what another alien. And you looked stronger and more evil. They didn't know what you what but April was the first to step to you.

"Who are you and what do you want!"

She shouted from the other end of the hallway. Hoping to at least scare you a little but it was easy to tell she was scared.

"Oh I'm not here to hurt you guys I just need the krang key, don't want those guys trying to terrorize you guys again, happened way to much"

Your deep inhuman voice scared them more. But mikey could tell you were not a threat.

"What do you mean 'way to much'? I thought it only happened once"

"Oh no, this would be the third time, well I guess fourth since you, Casey Jones time traveled,which is a horrible idea"

Casey stepped back, out of fear that you knew his name.

"How do you know about that?"

"Oh, right I should probably explain myself. I'm a neonplrton a inhumane species who knowing just about everything, well name wise and things you do. That count as good and bad deeds of course I don't know every little detail, nah that's the arnys jobs"

They looked confused instead of scared this time.

"Y/N HURRY UP AND GET THE KEY I DONT HAVE ALL DAY"

"I'M GETTING THERE MOM"

They all looked at eachother, not knowing what to do.

"So the krang key"

This time it was donnies turn to step up to you.

"And why should we give it to you?"

They all watched as your face turned from calm to annoyance.

"Donnie just give him the key!"

Raph tried to whisper so you didn't hear him but that didn't work, you have great ears.

"No, I don't know what he's going to do with it, he might bring the krang back!"

While they were yelling back and forth you got closer, and kept getting closer until you were about two feet away from Donnie.

"I can hear you ya know"

Donnie jumped, before looking up to you. Just from you Height alone scared him. He's dealt with a 7 foot pig but not a 9 foot alien.

"Um I-I uh"

You could see the amazement in his eyes but also fear. You chuckled and leaned down to his height.

"Just give me the key and I'll be out of here, okay, Donatello"

You said his named firmly with confidence. He didn't expect you to have such a impact but just how you said his name alone. He went and got you the key.

"O-Of course"

He quickly went and got you the krang key, he reached his arms towards you to his fullest since you were so tall. He had thw krang key on both hands like how you would hold a small puppy, carefully in both hands. When you took the key tour hand brushed against his for a second since your hands were really big the key looked like a tower shaped crystal. He was blushing, but if you looked you couldn't tell at first. But you could. You took the key and looked at it carefully to see if it was fake or not. They didn't know how to react but three more eyes opened and stared at the krang key, analyzing it. They all were nervous. Even Donnie and he seemed to have the most interest if you. The other three eyes closed and the one on your forehead rolled back while closing. You smiled and looked down at them all.

"Thank you, if your curious about what I'm wanna do with it, I will be ceiling it away so on one and get it"

And with that you started to leave. When you got to the portal you hended the key to a little frog looking person, but they were weirdly small, like skin and bone to a whole another level.

"Wait your just gonna a leave"

You looked back at Donnie.

"Why of course I'm a busy man but if you need me just shout my name, loud and proud or try a ritual that probably wouldn't work."

You were about to walk through the portal when you remembered you never them your name.

"Oh and before I forget..."

You turned around. And their attention was put on you.

"The names y/n. Remember I might be your next savior"

You chuckled before turning back around and walking into the portal with the weirdly skinny frog, leaving the turtles April, Casey, and splinter behind.

A/n:so the other idea I forgot. I hope you enjoyed.

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My love, are you the devil? (Oh, call me a devil)

Chapter 13 | Words: 2.6k

Summary: Astarion found himself often surprised by his heroic companion. He had one goal. To become the favoured companion of the group, to earn the Tieflings loyalty, to make Tar'eons strength his own. Yet Tar'eon isn't like the usual target of his manipulations. Despite his naivety, he does not seem gullible. There is something very wrong with their 'leader' to begin with. Astarion isn't sure if he wants to control it or eradicate the threat it posed. But can he really do either when Tar'eon himself seems so...unwaveringly kind?

That devil is getting into his head, while others get into Tar'eons. He doesn't appreciate not having the upperhand after years of being at the disadvantage. He will find a way to make him see.

He is the one he should be listening to. Astarion would make it so, no matter the means.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50668558/chapters/127995079

Tar'eon came back dripping in blood. Astarion couldn't even tell if it was the enemies or his own.

He didn't speak to him when he entered the room, Astarion looking up at him with his book in his lap. He had removed his armour eventually, down to his bed clothes. The cloak was hung on the edge of the mirror, draped across half of it.

The air was ripe with tension, and Astarion itched to ask how it went. Where the blood came from. Yet he didn't dare to break the silence yet as Tar'eon stripped from his armour, tossing it aside, pulling his undershirt off over his head to reveal a thick gash across his hip. It was the only place his armour didn't cover. Someone got lucky against the bard, but the man wasn't even giving attention to his sluggishly bleeding wound.

"...A waste of good blood, if you're going to just let it spill onto the floor, darling."

"Shut up." It's hissed, sharp and acidic, and Astarion's eyes widened, his proverbial heart in his throat. His stomach went cold, body still as stone as he waited for Tar'eon to speak again, to move. To do anything other than stand in the middle of the room, back to him as he breathed in increasingly ragged breaths. Astarion gripped the dagger at his hip for his own sanity, and if he were human, he was sure he would have broken into a cold sweat on instinct.

It was a long time before Tar'eon finally spoke again, sitting heavily on his bed and burying his face in his hands.

"She wasn't there." He whispered, voice hoarse. "Mol wasn't there. I couldn't - I couldn't find her. I haven't even told Arabella that her parents are..."

Astarion's shoulders slowly sagged, gazing upon the man who looked ready to crack and burst. He sighed softly and closed his book, hesitating for a moment before he slunk over to his bed, quiet as a mouse as he took a seat on the opposite side. He placed a hand on the mans back, smoothing it over his sweat-slicked skin. It should have been gross, but he was more focused on staving off the mans tears.

"...That girl. You know who she reminds me of?" Tar'eon took a moment to swallow before he responded.

"Who?"

"She reminds me of you. Unfortunately, she also has all my faults." Astarion mused bitterly, his chin resting on his shoulder, closing his eyes as he soaked in the warmth radiating off him. "That girl will survive, wherever she is. Knowing her, she's already escaped all by herself and run off to pick pockets in Baldur's Gate."

"Careful. You'll get my hopes up." His words held no humour, and Astarion supposed he deserved that. He sighed, pulling away.

"Lay down. We need to staunch the bleeding before you bleed out. It really would be a waste."

"You only care because you'd lose an easy meal." Tar'eon muttered, but laid back regardless with a groan, the pants soaked in blood, a mix of his own and others. Astarion chuckled bleakly.

"That would be one reason to care, yes." Astarion moved towards the bathroom and brought back the first aid kit. He snagged a potion from his pack and opened it up, offering it to the tiefling, a hand under his chin so he wouldn't choke. He wiped away a streak that escaped his lips and presented it back to the man. It was too small of a dose to effect it, by why waste it? Watching Tar'eon kiss it from his thumb, watching him lick his lips...

It should have felt sexual. Sensual at the very least. But Astarion was struck by how tender it was instead. He looked away from the tieflings lips and focused on his wound. The potion wouldn't heal it all, but it would help enough to avoid a painful round of stitches neither of them wanted to do.

He took the bottle of disinfectant and poured some onto a gauze, wiping away the mess of blood around the wound and then pressing it to the gash itself, Tar'eon giving a hiss as his abdomen flexed at the sudden, sharp pain.

"Don't be a baby." Astarion tutted. "You can be burned alive, and near disembowelled, and yet you moan over a little sting?"

"I wasn't disembowelled." Tar'eon grunted.

"Oh? Then what's that?"

"What-" Tar'eon sat up quick and groaned loudly, laying back as Astarion chuckled. "You're such an asshole."

"Your fault for believing otherwise." Astarion smiled as he continued his work, staunching the blood and pulling out a fresh gauze to tape over the wound.

"...Why're you the way that you are?"

"Charming? Alluring? Decadent?" Astarion purred, deflecting from what he could tell was going to be a feelings talk. He wasn't quite sure what he'd say if Tar'eon put him on the spot. Feelings were not his forte.

"How can you spout awful things one moment, and then be so...sweet the next?" Astarion quirked a brow. Tar'eon thought he was sweet? His standards were on the floor.

"When you're forever beautiful, what's the point in being nice? People will want you anyway." Astarion flexed his jaw despite his cadence, patting the gauze once it was on. Tar'eon groaned, sending him a mild glare before he sat up, taking a deep breath and letting it out, glancing at the vampire from the corner of his eyes.

He looked like he wanted to say something, but disregarded it at the last moment, standing with a sigh.

"I'm going to wash up for dinner and...tell Arabella what happened to her parents. She deserves to know." Astarion watched as he made his way towards the bathroom, sighing softly as he ran a hand through his hair. He'd regret this.

"I'll tell her. Go see Shadowheart once you've bathed. And for Gods sake, wash your armour while you're at it. You smell like a century old cellar."

Astarion stood and made for the door, when he heard Tar'eon clear his throat. He tilted his head and glanced at the man who was leaning against the bathroom door, smiling softly at him.

"Thank you...Can we agree to forget about today? I don't want to be angry with you. Not tonight."

"Please. You couldn't hold a grudge to save your life, and we both know it. You have too much forgiveness in your heart for that." Astarion tutted and spared Tar'eon a small smile. "Though...I'm not sure I want you to be angry with me either. So, I'll gladly let it be forgotten."

"Anything else you want to say?" Tar'eons eyes glimmered with mirth despite his weary face, wrinkles in the corners of his eyes. Crows feet. Astarion wondered if he had those as well.

"...I'm sorry." It was haughtily said, yet slowly pronounced. Sincerity mixed with a faux insincerity, ever the double sided blade he was. "Happy?"

"Very." Tar'eon smiled wider, turning away with a sway of his tail, the door shutting behind him. Astarion sighed as he stared at that door, turning back to his own and taking his exit from the room. He may as well get it over and down with.

It wasn't hard to find Arabella, who looked confused beside Withers outside the Inn, not far from the stables.

"I am not a skeleton. I am neither dead, nor undead. Neither alive, nor unliving."

"I don't get it."

"Thou wilt." Astarion rolled his eyes at Withers vague manner of speaking and approached, Arabella taking notice at the same time Withers did.

"Hey, you - you're Tar'eons friend! The pale elf."

"Yes, well, that's one way to identify me. My name is Astarion." He felt it only polite to introduce himself if he was about to break her poor, fragile, tiny heart. Gods, why did he offer to do this again?

"Right. I'm Arabella; although I'm sure you've gathered that." She laughed, but it trailed off, the girl growing nervous. Like she could sense what he was about to say. "Did you...did you guys find mum and pops?"

Astarion grimaced.

"Well...yes. We...found their corpses." Her face fell apart and it felt almost like a stake going through his chest. No wonder Tar'eon had been so apprehensive about having his conversation himself.

"No. No, no, no - I don't believe you." Her sweet voice cracked, tears in his amber eyes. Astarion pursed his lips.

"I...I'm sorry, for what it's worth. But not believing me does not make the truth go away. They're gone."

"It isn't true. It isn't!" Her eyes spilt over and she turned away from him. "Get away from me. Go!" She held her face in her hands and thought she seemed to try and stifle her sobs, her weeping was obvious.

Astarion flexed his jaw, wishing for some way to comfort the distraught girl, but nothing came to mind. He looked at Withers who gave him an unreadable stare like he always do. It unsettled him. It was like he was reading his mind, staring into his very soul. He avoided him for exactly that reason.

He hesitated before turning and walking away. Hopefully tomorrow Tar'eon would be able to talk her down. He was much better at that then him.

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It was hard to perceive night from day in the Shadow Lands, but Jaheira kept a clock on the wall of every room. When it seemed appropriate to do so, Astarion took to his meditation, happy to end the day. He'd made it through most of the book so far, but he'd admit, getting the mild hiss in every word right was hard without seeming angry. Half the words he'd tried to memorise had escaped him, but the alphabet was ingrained in his brain now, and he was having fun trying to put words together in his mind while he dipped into his trance.

However, meditation was easy to fall out of when preoccupied before rest. Maybe that was why he woke when Tar'eon slipped out of the room, rather quiet for such a large fellow. He frowned, rubbing his eye. He was tempted to follow, nosy as he was, but perhaps he was just going for a leak.

Astarion cracked his neck and slipped out of bed, making his way over to Tar'eons pack to get his greedy hands back on the book. He'd rested an hour or two at the least, so he'd read for a couple more and then mediate another two to get back to full strength. He wedged himself into the window sill like a cat trying to make themselves fit into a box, cracking open the book and using the dim light outside from the globe to illuminate his page. He had darkvision, sure, but he enjoy reading by light. It was about the little things in life sometimes. The atmosphere of it all.

Along with the light of the globe, he noticed the fire below still burning despite the late hour, and glanced down to take a look at the flames. A shadow-y figure was doing a little trot beside it while everyone slept, and Astarion almost laughed. Ridiculous. What was Wyll doing at such an hour?

He opened the window, ready to call the man out, and hopefully scare the crap out of him all at once, when he noticed another shadow.

Tar'eon. Astarion quirked a brow, losing his shit eating grin as he watched them from above. Tar'eon was watching the man prance before Wyll caught him, a stumble in his stance before he stilled. Astarion scowled. He wished he could hear them, but they were just out of his range, their words barely a mumble to his ears.

Wyll extended a hand to him, and Tar'eon bowed with flourish in return, his face illuminated by the fire light as he took his hand. Were they- were they dancing together? He hadn't thought Tar'eon the kind of man to dance, but he was a bard. Song and dance went hand in hand. Astarion could remember dancing quite a bit at Cazador's balls, drawing people into rooms for 'privacy' and watching his master overindulge in multiple young men and women. He could count on his fingers the amount of balls he had attended since being turned. They were a special affair, but one of the few nights Astarion almost enjoyed.

Astarion watched with an unimpressed gaze as Wyll led him further from the fire, just a few paces, letting his hand go and...peacocking himself, apparently. He heard the faintest laugh, and assumed it was from Tar'eon. It held his low tenor.

When Wyll stopped, obviously looking to Tar'eon to continue their little dance, Tar'eon impersonated his little kicks from before, only stopping after a few to laugh louder, the rosiness of his cheeks only brighter in the firelight. Wyll looked just as amuse, clapping for the man. Tar'eon gave another bow, shaking his head like he couldn't believe he was indulging Wyll in this way.

Astarion rolled his eyes. Something in his gut squirmed, not liking this scene one bit. He knew Wyll and Tar'eon were growing closer, but he hadn't thought Wyll to have the gall to actually try and woo the tiefling. And this was a wooing if he'd ever seen one, the ex-noble man using his talent of dance to draw them closer.

It was working, too. Astarion gritted his teeth, a fang threatening to pierce his bottom lip as the pair danced, walking circles around each other, palm against palm, eyes locked.

He sucked his cheeks in and bit down hard, his hands wrapped tight around the hard cover of the book as the pair knelt, hands still touching. It felt like an eternity, waiting for it to happen. He knew it would. He knew it would always come to this.

Tar'eon was a man who deserved stability, romance, the thing of fairy tales. All the pretty embellishments Wyll added to his stories.

Astarion had been a distraction. He knew that. He had presented himself on a platter, let the man taste, and tasted him in return, and now, it was coming to an end. The clock was ticking towards midnight, and all the magic was fading away. He always knew it would. He had just been waiting for Tar'eon to say the words. He was too good to abandon Astarion to the wolves, he likely would have protected him regardless, but...Astarion had liked being the favourite.

He had liked Tar'eons attention. His gentle nature, his sweet words, his gifts - Hells, he'd even grown fond of the disgusting big heart he had, the one that stretched from his chest to his finger tips, consuming all the space in his body where his other organs should be. When did Astarion start hoping to crawl inside his chest and stay there?

Hope brought madness to men. And he was mad to even consider the chance that big heart may be given to him. He wouldn't even know what to do with it.

Astarion watched the pair kissed, only able to stand a glance before he tore away from the window, shutting it tight and throwing the book back to its spot, moving back to his bed. He pulled the blanket over his head and curled the pillow to his chest, trying to crush the ache so he wouldn't have to feel it.

He knew there was no 'more' for him. He wasn't capable of it. He knew nothing of real love, nothing past crude lust. He could not remember a single memory where something or someone genuinely loved him. Targets hadn't counted. They had lusted for him, true, but they never loved him.

Who was he to expect such a thing from the tiefling, who could have anyone? If he had to pick anyone, he certainly wouldn't pick himself either.

When he heard the door open, he pretended to be resting.

"...Astar?"

He didn't respond. And Tar'eon didn't call for him again.

#astarion x dark urge #astarion x mc #astarion x tav #astarion x male tav #bg3 astarion #bg3 fanfiction #astarion bg3 #bg3 tav #astarion #baldurs gate tav

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I don't know what's wrong with me. When I look at others posts from people i like about how they hate things i kinda like. It mostly sends me in a quick depression. I'm into comics and man it kinda not fun interacting with some people. There was this meme about how mcu fans like it to be a safe space while comics fandom just want authors to kill themselves. And how one wanted to draw a author I think with gore. It's not really a fun place sometimes.

Doesn't sound like there's anything wrong with you. Sounds like there's something wrong with them. People online are good at being dicks because there's little real-world consequences for it. The ones that aren't intentionally being dicks are often using hyperbole (saying "hate" because it has more oomph to it than "dislike" even if they don't mean they have hostile feelings towards it), which is easy to miss if you don't know a person very well but we all use it all the time. And some people later realize they were being a dick and try to become better people. Sometimes the only way to tell the difference is through time and patience. I generally try to be gracious and assume people don't actually mean the worst until they clarify that yes, actually, they do.

So here's an example: I hate SpongeBob. I'm sorry, but it's true. Can't stand the show. That doesn't mean I think no one should ever watch it, or that someone can't enjoy it. It just means that no matter how often people insist that "this episode is funny though" I will not enjoy it (although I will freely admit to occassionally finding posts which make use of the characters funny). There's no moral judgement there, it's purely a matter of personal preference. Do I really mean "hate" in the way a pastor says "hate sin?" (And oh how much there is to unpack there.) Am I making a moral judgement about SpongeBob? No. I mean "strong dislike." Thing is, the internet loves to be reactionary. So lets say I make a post that says "Dear lord, I hate SpongeBob. It's just so stupid and I don't understand why anyone enjoys it and wish people would stop telling me I should watch it." No real moral judgement there, just "it's stupid and I don't like it, stop telling me I should" which is a valid opinion on any piece of media. Well, someone could show up in my inbox saying "How dare you say SpongeBob is evil! How dare you say no one should watch it!" Which, at no point has that actually been said, and it isn't true anyway. Can you see where I'm trying to go with this? Some fandoms (and comic book bros are famous for this) simply have a tendency to take that a step further and get into Gatekeeping territory and to react violently against anyone who violates their personal headcanon. Every fandom is capable of this. Those people are toxic and should be avoided.

Now here's the thing though, if the people you're talk about are saying "I hate this thing so everyone who likes it deserves to suffer and die" that's at best purity culture and it is corrosive and dangerous, and you should probably pull back from interacting with that person. It is a deeply unhealthy mindset to have, and it is even more unhealthy to continually subject yourself to people who say things like that. (Of course, on this site there are also people who will affectionately respond to trolls and comments deliberately intended to annoy with threats like "I will come to your house and make you eat toilet paper," and no one who follows them believes they mean it.) I promise there are others who like the things you like without being so toxic. I know there are things you like that I don't, and I've said before that my opinions do not need to change your enjoyment of those things. Differences in what we enjoy is normal. That's living in a society while being an individual. That doesn't mean you need to stop enjoying something just because someone else doesn't like it. If they give you a reason why they dislike it (or are neutral with no intention of continuing to interact with a source/show/etc) that convinces you that they are right and you decide to stop watching/reading something because it's toxic or misleading or it changes how you interact with it that's one thing. Feeling like you have to only like things that your friends like and dislike everything they dislike is something else and it's getting into cultish territory. A friend who tries to force you to do so is not your friend, they want to control you or are themselves being controlled by another who is telling them they have to have those opinions or else, and that's not a healthy relationship to be in.

#I'm answering this publically because I think this is something a lot of people struggle with #and not everyone is brave enough to say so

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Title- We can be your new family

Warnings- Fluff, Elena and Co be terrible people, Overly protective Mikaelsons, A bit of angst

Summary- Being the youngest Gilbert isn't easy but You easily found people that wanted you around.

Pairing- Poly!Mikaelsons x Gilbert!Reader

You were what Damon call the weakest Gilbert, not much of a threat as you were Elena's twin sister and under her shadow. When the Mikaelsons came to town you became close friends with Rebekah somehow then got close to the older Mikaelsons and from there you became the object of their affections.

"Where are you going?" Elena asked getting the attention of Damon and Jeremy as both saw you dressed in warmer clothing. You gripped your book bag flushing as nerves settled in your belly.

"Hum....Elijah and Rebekah agreed....to help me with...my history paper...they are going to take me to some historical sites."

"I thought I told you stop hanging around them!?" Elena told you glaring as you stunk back getting more nervous.

"They are my friends." You said quietly but Elena heard you and looked to Damon for help. You opened the door feeling fear as you didn't know what Elena was going to let Damon do.

"Hello little one." You heard Elijah's comforting voice washed over you feeling his hand run over your head. Elena frowned seeing Elijah seemly showering you with affection which was something Elena hated was that the Mikaelsons were slowly stealing you away from her and Jeremy.

"Eli." You mumbled against his chest huddling closer to his warmth making Elijah smile softly as he had just adored you. You reminded Elijah of Tatia with how soft you were but a fiery spirit underneath it all.

"Elijah stop be selfish." Rebekah said as you slipped pass the older man to Rebekah letting her hug you.

"Hello Beka."

"You can't take her." Elena said glaring at Elijah as the sound of your laughter was heard as you and Rebekah were carefully walking on the icy path.

"She needed help so Rebekah and I offered. Y/N said you were too busy." Elijah says watching Elena closely as siblings affections for you grew. Both Elijah and Klaus noticed how you would be pushed away from the Scooby gang but yet pull you back when they would see you with one of the siblings.

"No need to worry we would never allow anything to happen Y/N." Elijah says turning following after you and Rebekah as you spent the day with your favorite Mikaelsons.

A week later you had been feeling fatigued and shortness of breath then times of having fainting spells. You went to Elena worried something was wrong with you.

"Not now Y/N. We are busy I sure you can deal with it by yourself."

You took yourself to see your doctor and called Rebekah who told her brothers rushing to see you.

"Y/N! What is it? Are you okay?" Rebekah asked as her and Kol fuzzing over you as you just leaned into their arms. Elijah kissed your head and Klaus rubbed your back.

"We know what is wrong." Your doctor says seeing the Mikaelsons shift closer to you.

"What is it?"

"You are anemic, don't worry it is treatable." The doctor said as Elijah pulled him aside asking questions and getting a list while the others showered you with affection.

"So no more drinking from Y/N?" Kol asked as Elijah stepped up kissing your forehead as clearly enjoying showering you with affection.

"No more feeding from our beloved." Elijah said as you flushed hiding your face in Rebekah's neck making them all chuckle. Since your diagnosis, the Mikaelsons slowly moved you into their home and Elena noticed making her every angry at the idea of you being with the Mikaelsons.

"How are you feeling, little one?" Elijah asked finding you curled up in Klaus's lap half asleep as Klaus was reading to you while running his fingers through your hair as Rebekah sat by holding your hand rubbing circles with her thumb.

"Tired....might stay in today." You mumbled as Elijah and Klaus soften kissing your head. You didn't know what happened or when it happened but you naturally got into a relationship with them. It started with Rebekah and the others just followed naturally and you had never felt loved and devotion that the Mikaelsons had showered you with.

"I'm sure Niklaus won't mind a relaxing day in." Elijah says softly cupping your cheek rubbing it with his thumb smiling seeing you lean into his hand. There was a loud knock and Elijah frowned when it startled you awake before relaxing back in Klaus's arms with Rebekah nuzzling you.

"I wonder who that could be?" Elijah questioned standing up closing his book and Kol took his spot near you. Elijah answered the door seeing Elena with Stefan and Damon.

"Where is she?!" Elena growled pushing pass Elijah making him take a deep breath as he was a bit annoyed that since becoming a vampire Elena was more brazen than before.

"What did you do to her?!" Elijah heard Elena shout as he headed for the den with the Salvatore brothers following. You were have asleep on Kol and Klaus was standing growling.

"Her new medication makes her tired. Elijah we should talk to her doctor about it."

"We should Kol." Elijah said seeing you yawn sitting up before cuddling up to Rebekah who was more than happy to have you in her arms.

"Doctor?! What. Did. You. Do?"

"Watch your tone young one." Elijah said lowly looking at Elena as Damon moved to protect Elena in case the Originals were not going to put up with her attitude.

"Your sister was sick and we have been taking care of her since you seem hellbent on ours deaths to care for her."

"Y/N?"

"I am anemic....they have been taking care of me." You tell your sister slowly falling back to sleep under Rebekah's skillful fingers that was massaging circles in your back.

"So you stole my sister?!"

"We did no such thing. We naturally gravitate towards your sister." Elijah said watching the Salvatore brothers closely not trusting them while you had fallen asleep.

"Right. More like you are using her."

"We won't never use her unlike you would have." Kol said standing as Elijah put his arm out to stopped Kol from attacking Elena.

"Yeah right you all have done nothing but try and kill us!"

"Stefan it would be best if you take Elena and leave." Elijah said noticing how both Klaus and Kol were getting angerer as now you were getting restless and if you were uncomfortable Kol and Klaus had been known to removed what made you uncomfortable. Stefan took Damon and Elena knowing that Elijah was giving them a chance to live.

"We can't let her be around them."

You had gotten better but that didn't stop the Mikaelsons from fuzzing over you and them every protective of you. You woke up to Kol peppering your neck with kisses and Elijah pulling out clothes for you to wear.

"Goodmorning, darling."

"Morning." You mumbled nuzzling Kol's chest as Elijah chuckled leaning over gently unlatch you from Kol.

"I started a bath for you. Baby, we need to know something."

"Humm? What is it?"

"Would you like to come to New Orleans with us?" Elijah asked sitting you in the bath washing your hair.

"I'll love too." You tell Elijah making him smile as he kissed you then finished washing you up. You took Rebekah with you to get some clothes from your house as they didn't trust your siblings.

"So you are leaving us?"

"I want to be with them like you wanting to be with Damon and Stefan." You tell Elena packing as Rebekah was down stairs glaring at the Salvatore brothers.

"You can't leave!"

"Elena, you're hurting me." You whimpered when she grabbed your wrist as Rebekah was pulling her off you growling as a bruise began to form on your wrist.

"You can't take her to New Orleans."

"So you hurt her?" Rebekah growled fangs flashing as Elena stepped up growling herself but felt a hand on your shoulder and saw Elijah standing there.

"Don't Elena."

New Orleans was beautiful and you found yourself enjoying the lights and sounds with Kol as the vampire watched you ran down the street. Kol had gotten Elijah and Klaus to agree to let him take you out as Rebekah was buying you new clothes.

"Kol!" You shouted and Kol was there in a flash growling seeing a witch trying to grab you.

"I am Sofie and Y/N here got my sister killed."

To say the siblings were surprised that you were pregnant was an understatement and of course they got more protective. You sat cuddling Rebekah and Kol as he read to you both while Klaus and Elijah was dealing with Marcel.

"You both are home." Kol whispered making Elijah raise an eyebrow walking over seeing you and Rebekah asleep on him. Klaus walked over gently taking the book away.

"Yes well Marcellus is proving to be a hand full." Elijah says softly placing a blanket over you and Rebekah. Klaus sat in a chair smiling listening to the baby's heartbeat.

"How is she?"

"Good. So far no problems. Oh Elena and the Salvatores are coming down." Kol says running his fingers through your hair as Elijah frowned sitting in another chair.

"How annoying. But we shall keep her safe."

"And love her Always and Forever."

"Always and Forever." They heard you mumbled back in your sleep making the men smile softly as they relaxed enjoying the peace while they still can.

#rere's stories #mikaelson family x reader #mikaelson family fluff #elijah mikaelson imagine #klaus mikaelson imagine #kol mikaelson imagine #rebekah mikaelson imagine

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