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topazy · 1 year

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Tomorrow's promise

Pairing: Shane Walsh × reader, Rick Grimes × sister reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of injury and blood

Chapter: 2.05

You smile at Carol as she hangs up clothes on the washing line she set up next to the tents the rest of your group were sleeping in, only a short walk from the Greene’s farmhouse. Earlier that day, you’d offered to help her prepare dinner for Hershel and his family, but Carol insisted you didn’t need to help since your hands were full with a newborn. Although her intentions were good, it still left a bitter taste in your mouth.

Neither Rick or Shane would allow you to help search for Sophia, and none of the other women wanted your help with any household chores. You felt useless.

Scanning the area for Shane, you finally spot him leaning over the hood of a car, scowling as he circles different areas still to be searched. He had left the bedroom before you awoke to get an early start. Sensing someone walking behind him, Shane looks up, his facial expression softening, and says, “Morning, darling, how’s our little guy today?”

“He’s been babbling away all morning.” You place your hand on his lower back and say, “Hey, can I ask you something?”

He nods.

In spite of his dishonesty about what happened with Otis at the school, Shane was the only person you could confide in without feeling as if you were crossing a line. “There aren't a lot of walkers around here.”

“That’s not a question,” he laughs.

Rolling your eyes, you continue, “I think I’ve seen maybe two or three walkers since we’ve been here, and Hershel and his family don’t seem like the type of people to put a walker down. What do you think is happening to them?”

Shane Rubs at his jaw, thinking over what you just said. “You’re worried about the lack of walkers?”

“No, I just don’t understand why there are so few. It’s as if the dead cross this invisible line and just disappear.”

“Do you think we should trust them?” He asks, looking over at the farmhouse.

“Yes,” you answer without hesitation. “They are good people; they saved Carl; they let us stay on their land; they let us into their home. The Greenes are kind people. But regardless, I am worried a horde of walkers is about to crash those fences at any minute.”

“Maybe they are getting picked off one by one before they reach the fences. But if not, it’s still not something you need to worry about.”

His comment irritates you; why the hell wouldn’t it be something you need to worry about? You frown. “Why wouldn’t I worry about it?”

“Because I’m here to protect you, aren’t I?” He snaps.

You didn’t understand why your question had gotten him riled up, “Shane?”

“Keeping you and Jace safe is the only thing I care about. If a horde comes crashing through the farm, then we go; we’re not risking our lives or our sons lives to save anyone else.”

“You don’t mean that.”

He scoffs, “Trust me, I do.”

“What about Carl and Rick?”

“Rick can look after himself.”

“We’ve been over this before; I’m never leaving my brother or nephew behind. And after all we’ve been through, I wouldn’t leave anyone else behind either, not when they have risked their lives to keep me and Jace alive.”

“That’s just your baby brain and hormones talking. If you were thinking logically, and in survival mode, you’d think differently.”

You open your mouth to argue but stop when T-dog and Andrea walk by. You fake a smile and wave to them, all while giving Shane a knowing look. When they are out of earshot, you quietly ask, “You know what scares me more than the dead?”

He lets out a deep sigh. “What?”

“Losing my humanity That’s the only thing that keeps us separate from the dead.” Knowing the conversation wasn’t going to change, you walked away before either of you could say anything else. It scared you that after all this time, Shane still didn’t know you well enough to understand that you’d never leave your brother or nephew behind.

—

“I told him, alive or not, Sophia only matters to the degree in which she doesn’t drag the rest of us down.”

Sighing, you listen to Shane as he rambles on about his ‘long talk’ with your brother while they searched in the woods. Rick had already told you how Shane wanted to stop searching for Sophia. You could see both men’s points, but we’re refusing to get in the middle of them. If it was Jace, you’d never stop looking.

“It’s a heavy burden for Rick to make that call; just give him time.”

As Shane continues to ramble on about Rick not stepping up from his space on the bed, you ignore him, only focusing on trying to get your son to calm down. His scrunched-up face was bright red from screaming and crying so much, and nothing you tried seemed to calm him down. It was moments like this that you were even more thankful the Greenes let you stay inside their farm house because outside, any walkers lurking in the area would be attracted by the crying.

“Give him to me.”

“What?” Shane walks towards you with his arms outstretched, willing to take Jace into his arms, but you’re reluctant to hand him over. Maybe Shane’s comment early in the day really pissed you off, or you took solace in being able to comfort Jace.

“Give him to me,” Shane repeats, his tone softer.

Hesitantly, you hand him over, but smile when Jace momentarily stops crying to stare up at his father curiously before the crying starts again. Poor boy. You wished you could take whatever was bothering him away.

Shane sits on the edge of the bed, rocking Jace gently. “Why are you still standing by the window? Are you waiting on something?”

“Everyone has come back except Daryl.”

“So? He can take care of himself.”

Shane's lack of concern for others was really starting to become a concern. The same question kept gnawing at the back of your mind: how king will it be until Shane starts to turn on your small group?

—

As you approach the RV, you overhear Glenn asking Dale a question that makes you cringe on the inside and outside.

“Uh, Dale, do you think Andrea’s on her period? I’m only asking because it’s like all the women are acting really weird. And I read somewhere that when women spend a lot of time together, their cycles line up and they all get super crazy hormonal at the same time.”

“I’m going to advise you to keep that theory to yourself,” the older man says.

You swing the door open and say, “Yes, keep it to yourself. The next man who mentions the word hormonal to me will meet a grisly end.” You put a small plastic bag full of clothes, blankets, and towels that needed repairs on the table with your free hand before sitting down. “Now, who else is acting crazy?”

Glenn looks slightly sheepish as he sits down across from you, “Maggie.”

“Ahh, Maggie,” Dale smiles.

It was obvious to everyone that Glenn had developed a crush on the brunette. When Jace starts to gurgle, Glenn gives you a look and holds his arms out, silently offering to take Jace from you. Without thinking, you remove Jace from the makeshift sling and gently lay him in the man’s arms so it’s easier for you to start sowing. It gives you pause when you realize that you’re more comfortable with someone else holding Jace than his own father.

“So what did the lovely Maggie do that was weird?” You ask, continuing the conversation.

“She started off being mean to me, then she wanted to have sex with me, and now she’s being mean to me again. And I don’t even want to know what’s going on with Lori.”

Guilt you suspected.

Dale's brows raise. “What’s going on with Lori?”

“Nothing be. I don’t know.”

You had a suspicion. Glenn knew more than he was letting on, but you decided not to press him on it and changed the subject. You weren’t one for gossiping, but you needed the distraction. “How did you know Maggie wanted to have sex with you? Did she tell you?”

Glenn smirks at the question, alluding to the fact that they have already done the deed. You snort, “I hope you used condoms.”

“This isn’t funny,” Dale says in a serious tone. “Did it ever occur to you how her father might feel about this?”

“She’s twenty-two,” Glenn says.

Although he had made a good point and Maggie was an adult, you get the impression that not much happened on the farm without Hershel’s permission. Not wanting to hear anymore lectures from Dale, Glenn gets up and quickly steps out of the RV, with you hot on his tail. “Uh, excuse me, Glenn, my baby?”

“Oh, I wasn’t going far, just sitting outside,” he says, pointing to the swing chair right outside the RV. “I wasn’t going to kidnap him, I swear.”

“I know, I just like to see him at all times,” you smile. “I’ll just grab the sewing kit, then join—”

Andrea cuts you off, yelling, “Walker, walker!”

Glenn hands you Jace before rubbing his hands to grab a weapon. Rick, Shane, T-Dog, and Glenn all rush out to the field the walker is walking through with silent weapons. It worries you to see Shane still limping and struggling to keep up with the other men. Hearing the click of a gun, you look up at the roof of the RV to see Andrea aiming her rifle. “Don’t! You could miss the shot and kill someone.”

“Back off, Lily.”

You grabbed a pair of binoculars to see what was going on, because from a distance, it looked as if everyone had stopped running. When you're able to see clearly, you make out the walker is a living, breathing person. “False alarm—”

You jump upon hearing a loud bang, and surpassingly, Jace didn’t seem startled by the loud noise. You glared up at the blonde. Andrea had taken her shot. She was pleased with herself until your brother started to scream.

“You’ve hit someone!” You hand Jace to Dale and take off in the direction the group is in the field. When you get closer, you make out the shape of a body on the ground. You're relieved to see it’s not your brother or fiancé but scared to find out who was possibly dead. You stopped running to catch your breath just as you reached them and saw blood coming from the side of Daryl’s head. “Oh my god, is he alive?”

When Rick and Shane pull Daryl to his feet, he mumbles, “I was kidding.”

You stand in front of Daryl just as he passes out from shock, brushing his hair to the side and saying, “I think it’s grazed the side of his head.” Your eyes travel down, and you notice he’s wearing a necklace of Walker ears. You rip it from his neck, tossing it to the side. “Nobody saw that.”

“Guys, isn’t this Sophia’s?” T-dog asks, holding up a doll.

Shit. Sophia leaving the doll that she clung to behind wasn’t good.

—

“Are you going to do something about Rick and Shane?”

You turn from the sink to look at Lori. “What makes you think I can do anything? They always butt heads. Falling out, then making up. They are worse than teenage girls.”

“This is different from all the other times.”

Looking over your shoulder, you smile at Patrice as he finishes wiping down the extra table they brought from another restaurant so everyone could eat in the dining room since there were too many to sit around the main dining table. The meal Carol cooked was delicious with fresh vegetables that had been grown on the farm, but with tensions within the group, the atmosphere during dinner was uncomfortable. Since you had to excuse yourself to feed Jace, you missed most of the group meal, only coming back down to the kitchen to help clear up.

“They are both stubborn and headstrong, and neither of them will change their minds,” you whisper. “As of now, the search for Sophia is still happening, so there is no need to make this a big deal.”

Lori asks, “How’s Shane coping with fatherhood? I remember how freaked out Rick was when I was pregnant. God, I can only imagine how Shane would have been finding out before the world went to shit.”

You shoot her a look. Hearing Lori say his name sets something up inside you. You had been trying your best to keep what happened in the past, but you're only human, and your pushed-back emotions were starting to bubble over at the surface. “I’m civil for the sake of Rick, Carl, and everyone else, but don’t push it by asking about Shane.”

“Understood.”

You feel guilty seeing her become teary-eyed before walking away, but it was hard enough without being reminded daily of what happened between them.

—

You pushed the door to the bedroom Daryl’s in as quietly as you could, in case he was sleeping. It was late, and everyone else had called it a night. Once you settled Jace down, you couldn’t shake the feeling of unease and put it down to worrying about the recently injured members of your group.

“What the hell are you still doing?”

The bluntness makes you chuckle, and you use the sleeve of your jumper to stifle the sound. “I just wanted to check on you. You know, since you almost died and all.”

“Oh, that. I almost forgot until you mentioned it.”

He shuffles over so you can sit on the edge of the bed. Dark circles hung under his eyes; poorly washed-off dirt and blood covered most of Daryl’s face. It was admirable how invested he was in searching for the little girl. “Whatever happens, Carol will never forget how much you’ve done for her daughter.”

“Yeah, whatever. I’m just doing the same as what Rick and Shane are doing.”

“It takes a brave man to do what you did.”

Daryl looks away from you, grunting, facing the wall. He didn’t like hearing kind things said about himself. You lean down to kiss him on the cheek, and at the same time, Daryl rolls back around, causing your lips to lightly brush together. Clearing your throat, you sit upright again and notice how flushed his face has become. Bypassing the awkwardness, you sigh, “You’re a good man, Daryl Dixon, even if you don’t want to believe it.”

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well-dressed-sewer-rat · 1 year

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SPEEDRUNNING A (PROBABLY MILDLY INCORRECT) DOA TRIO COLOR PALETTE ANALYSIS BECAUSE I HAVE NOTHING BETTER TO DO WITH MY LIFE HERE WE GO

okay here we go entire essay under the cut btw prepare yourself

made a diagram so you can see what i’m talking about, if it just looks like lines thats because it absolutely is don’t worry it’ll make sense later (i hope)

ok so. to start it off all of them have quite a bit of clearly visible black and white on their design, so black and white have to mean something they all have in common. colors like purple and crimson are shared between some, but not all of them, so those have to mean things that two of the three share but the one remaining does not. lastly, all of them have at least one color that is only seen in their design and not in any other member of the doa trio, so these colors mean something that is unique to them, a quality that none of the others possess.

let's start with black and white, which are the most obvious to me. i think those two colors together represent moral greyness; white and black are often associated with good and evil, and the first thing that comes to mind when trying to think of traits that fyodor, nikolai, and sigma all share is the fact that all three are wonderful examples of morally grey characters.

crimson is visible in quite a lot of small places in nikolai’s design, and in one big place in fyodor’s; sigma, however, has none. this is why i believe crimson represents violence. nikolai is by far the most violent of the three, hence why crimson appears in almost every corner of his design. unlike him, fyodor isn’t a very violent person upon first glance. when he is violent, however, he is VERY violent, usually ending lives right away rather than hurting or torturing anyone. he is quite well-known for this, which is why the color appears in a very large and noticeable area on his design; enough to make you remember it’s there without popping up every five seconds. sigma, as previously mentioned, does not have any noticeable crimson in his design (other than his eyes, which are more of a light pink, but are still technically on the reddish spectrum). he is introduced (in the manga) as a kind and considerate person who cares deeply for his customers, and right away it’s very hard to imagine him carrying out any acts of violence at all. he only does when it is absolutely necessary (to stop the hunting dogs from discovering too much about/attempting to stop the doa’s plan, when threatening taneda wasn’t enough and he was forced to stab him instead, etc.). this could be why his eyes are somewhat on the reddish spectrum without being entirely crimson, as seen in the other two.

now for purple/magenta, which is seen most often in fyodor and sigma; it is in nikolai's design if you squint, but we'll get into that later. because of this, purple could represent something like patience/knowledge/seriousness. it’s seen most often in fyodor, in his eyes and everywhere along his shirt thing, and second most often in sigma, in his hair and under his coat. his hair, which is a very prominent piece of his design, is a really light shade of purple, symbolizing how he is viewed from the outside; people see him as a serious and respectable person, in a good way. under his coat, however, is a much darker shade of purple, which represents how he is serious, but in a much darker light than people paint him in. it doesn’t jump out at you immediately, and the purple can often be mistaken for black, just like how his darker side is buried far below the side he lets the people of his casino see. this more serious side of him is also a big part of his moral greyness, hence it being mistaken for black, which we’ve already determined represents the morally grey side of the doa trio. the purple in nikolai’s design is also under his coat, hidden in a similar fashion to sigma’s, with one key difference; there isn’t any prominent purple on the outside. this is because upon meeting him, you don’t think, “wow, what a wise, serious person!” you think, “what the hell is that guy doing running around in a joker costume from the dollar tree?” the more serious side of him isn’t visible unless you really look for it, but it’s definitely there.

as for the colors that appear individually in their designs, fyodor’s is the yellow on his coat and buttons (it is worth mentioning that nikolai also has a gold chain near his neck, but it doesn’t really matter anyway since i haven’t been able to figure out what the yellow represents lmao), nikolai’s are the bright green and blue in his eyes, and sigma’s is the blue-grey on his lapels (woah new coat terminology acquired), his tie, and lining his giant coat tail thing.

i wasn’t really sure what nikolai’s blue and green could mean based on color alone, so i thought more in terms of traits that he has that fyodor and sigma do not. the answer here is fairly obvious; his longing for freedom. freedom is seen as a bright and pure concept, which could be why the colors are so vibrant, but i think the main thing about nikolai’s eyes in relation to his character is the fact that they are two different colors. not only that, but one of them is hidden and the other has a noticeable scar over it. the eye with the scar could represent the broken/twisted/insane side of himself he presents to the world, while the other hidden eye symbolizes the side of himself he keeps buried underneath all that, similar to the purple under his coat we already went over.

now, sigma’s blue-grey color is the interesting part. it can’t mean the same thing as nikolai’s eye, since the themes in nikolai’s eyes are tied more to their physical state rather than their colors (and also sigma has hardly anything in common with him lmao). sigma’s non-violent tendencies are the biggest difference he has with the others, but that was already covered with his lack of crimson. after a while, a really obvious detail smacked me on the back of the head; blue is the color often associated with the armed detective agency. at the time of writing this, i’ve only read up to about chapter 82 in the manga, but i’ve seen many caught-up manga readers talking about how sigma might join the detective agency in the near future. so with whatever’s going on right now in the manga and the desaturated blue in his design, i think it’s safe to say there’s a pretty good chance of this happening.

as previously mentioned, i’m not too sure what fyodor and nikolai’s gold could represent. the closest thing i got to a possible explanation was it symbolizing their characters’ strange and seemingly out-of-place, yet beautiful relationship, but i’m not sure where that ties in to the color gold. if anyone else has any better ideas feel free to rb with your theories lmao i’ve done enough thinking for one day

also the guy ever @geo-metric added some stuff and i asked him to shove it on here and he was like yeah sure so here’s that

“theres another part i didnt see you mention for the black and white parts and that is the way it is portrayed on each character. fyodors coat is the primary black part if his design, with nearly his whole outfit underneath being white which can symbolize the way how, from an outside perspective, its like 'woah this dude is really evil with all his murder and stuff' but then you look further beneath that and you see oh wait no hes got a point and hes doing this in the name of justice and not just 'hey you know what would be so silly of me to do'.

SIGMA, ON THE OTHER HAND IS THE OPPOSITE. his vest and shirt thing (idk wtf its called) are the primary white parts of his outfit, and his pants are the black part. in his case, the white doesnt fully cover the black like fyodors, but you still first see the white, the same way you first look at him and go 'yeah this guy is morally good' and then go just a smidge deeper and go 'oh wait. no. no hes not.'

for nikolai, he actually has a bit more of black and white just spread throughout his design, which shows the difference compared to dostoy and sigma, because you can see both sides easily. in one of his first scenes where he does more than point a gun at mushitaros head, hes talking to atsushi, and, upon being asked about all the. the uh. terrorisms. he responds with two main points: 1.) its fun. he likes to do it. he gets pleasure from killing people. thats like woah major. evilness. moral red flags. but then he brings up his second point: he knows murder is evil. he knows its wrong. hes guilty about it. he does it to be free. he doesnt feel free when hes abiding the law. he feels it to be wrong. he HAS a moral conscience, but it still comes out looking to be evil. because he explains those two things in the same paragraph, you understand both the morally good and bad sides of him pretty quickly

in conclusion: colours amirite. i spent 25 minutes typing this its not even that long”

everyone give a round of applause to the vertically challenged rock for his wonderful insight 👏👏👏

thank you for taking the time to read this all, you have the attention span of a. uh. a person that probably doesnt have adhd (if you do though i’m even more impressed, congrats on not dying halfway through this post)

anyway yeah. im so normal about them i swear to god i mean fyodor i’m the normalest guy you ever did see when it comes to them just the normalest

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gclionessa1230 · 11 months

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snippet for a fic

Just seeing what kind of response i might get from this one.. but read it and let me know your thoughts on this.. came from a chat idea i had.. don't know how well it'll work but we'll see..

April 4207: Stasis pod entry:

It was a somber day on ThunDera when it came time for everyone to enter the stasis pods. Claud-Us and Liana were worried for their two children but knew that things would change dramatically once the kittens came out of the pods whenever it was safe enough. The Horde was advancing on the planet and there wasn’t much time to save the people even though the Mutants, Lunatacs and Boktorians were doing what they could to help.

Two days later found the entire population of ThunDera in the pods below the planet’s surface as the Horde destroyed everything that was left above. Three or four families were safe on Boktor and thanks to an advanced system in place, were able to keep an eye on the pods from a distance as a radiation storm was raging on ThunDera and no one knew when it would be over. However, a complication arose after about fifty or so years.

“We’ve lost a few of the pods in some of the more remote areas of the planet but there’s still no way to get there to find out what has happened as the storm’s still raging,” one Thunderian told Belgarath, a Boktorian sorcerer who was near eighty in years but would live much longer, thanks to being what he was.

“I heard about it and both PlunDarr and the Moons are monitoring it as well. Hopefully we can get someone there to check things a little bit closer,” he said. “How many do you think you lost?” he asked. The male serval sighed.

“Maybe a hundred in one of the outlying villages as it wsan’t close to where the power source for the pods were as it’s likely that quakes destroyed the pipes or something else happened,” the serval replied. “I’m leaving a detailed report here as we won’t be alive when those in the pods are awakened later.”

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Fifty years later: 4307:

News came to Boktor of the radiation storms dissipating and clearing which was encouraging news and it allowed two Boktorian ships to land on the planet’s surface and descend below into the caverns where the pods resided. By now it was another Thunderian in charge of everything and he had the reports that had been left to him plus Belgarath was there to offer assistance along with Beldin, his brother and another sorcerer.

“It will be another hundred or so years before we can wake everyone up safely as the radiation levels are still high,” Belgarath told the Thunderian who sighed. “But from what we’ve seen so far, most of the pods are fine and the occupants are sleeping peacefully.” The Thunderian paused at one of the chambers and entered it as Belgarath followed him. Inside this one were the pods of the royal family: Claud-Us, Liana and their twin children: Lioness-A and Lion-O were here along with Lord Jaga and a few other Thundercats including Jaga’s son Jaguarus. A panel on the wall by the door showed that the pods were functioning as normally which was good news and the occupants were sleeping peacefully. None of those within the pods had aged at all and that was a testament to the technology surrounding the pods.

“These children will have no idea of what happened to cause them to be in these pods for so long,” the Thunderian said with a sigh. “Though we are updating the history, it will be some time before they learn of what sent them here and why they were sheltered for so long.”

“There’s also the matter of the prophecy uniting this one,” Belgarath said indicating Lion-O’s pod, “with a woman that’s not of our timeline at all but is from a world in the far distant past.”

“Does it say anything of the Horde returning or have we seen the end of that?” the Thunderian asked. Belgarath frowned.

“That was an unknown in this and we’re still trying to decipher the texts it’s in. Someone from your world will have to be trained to read the ancient texts in addition to the Book of Omens itself,” Belgarath replied.

“Queen Liana was trained in that and she was also training her daughter in the teachings before they had to enter the pods,” the Thunderian replied. “I am hopeful they will continue this once they come out of the pods.”

“I’ll be sure to advise them of it,” Belgarath assured him. “I’ll be around along with Beldin and we will be assisting them when they wake up.”

Exit from stasis: April 4407:

The time soon came on the Thunderians to exit the stasis pods and the Boktorians were there to help along with the Thunderian scientist who was able to update King Claud-Us of what had transpired.

“Two hundred years?” Claud-Us demanded when he heard the news. Jaga was with him and frowned at this news as well.

“It took that long before the radiation dissipated completely,” Belgarath told him. “We wanted to be sure the levels were gone before we woke you from the stasis pods.” He frowned. “Now in regards to the events that sent you into the pods itself, the Horde has shown no signs of attacking another world and I am suspecting that things there are in disarray and have been since they first attacked here. The Plundarrians and Lunatacs are checking into that now and one of their current leaders may be in contact with you on it.”

“Thank you,” Claud-Us said.

.::~*~::.

Five months later:

ThunDera had exploded thanks to earthquakes tearing it apart and a small team of Thundercats fled and landed on Third Earth for a brief time. Lion-O had been nearly grown by the time they’d landed and had taken the trials at the age of twenty but he was missing his sister, who’d been training to learn how to read the ancient texts. Claud-Us had remained behind in the destruction and no one knew if he was alive or not and the same was said of Liana though she’d been with Lioness-A.

However, along about August of 4455, the Thundercats learned of New ThunDera when the planet reformed and Lion-O fought with Mumm-Ra and won that battle though he’d been injured in the process. The Mutants and Lunatacs were still allies of the Thunderians and that had helped greatly. And along about March of 4456, Lioness-A and Lion-O were reunited when she arrived and went through a set of trials to become a Thundercat. That had been one reunion well worth the wait. When asked about their mother, Lioness-A had said that Liana had lived but where she was now, no one knew as she’d disappeared not long after Lioness-A had grown up. The two lions began to work together and Lion-O was surprised when his sister formed a relationship with Tygra but he was happy with how things were going. The relationship he had started with Cheetara had ended not long ago as she was now with Sindaris, a saber Thundercat.

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of-twilight-and-moonshadow · 1 year

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Worried - Best Friends/Orange Cassidy x Emery

Part of my Dark Angel of the Bullet Club series

I wasn't planning on this being a thing, but it's kinda cute. We'll see where it goes.

I allude to the conversation between Yuta and Emery from this fic here during this one.

Word Count: 4,706

Tag List: @blxxckheart @katries @summertimefun1982

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Emery stood backstage, leaning on one of the walls as she subconsciously chewed on her lip. With everything going on between BCC and her Elite boys—and things happening with other friends of hers—she was stressing badly. The worst was between Blackpool and Elite, though, and everything considered, Emery needed a distraction. Her mind went to another group she was close to—or rather had been close to.

Best Friends.

While the thought brought a smile to her face, it also pained her. Running around with the Best Friends is where she met Yuta. And now? Yuta was almost a complete stranger to her. She didn’t recognize him, the person he had become since joining BCC.

Shaking her head, Emery pushed herself off the wall and made her way through the backstage area before she came upon the room she was searching for. As she swallowed the lump in her throat, Emery gently knocked on the door, unsure of how her presence would be taken.

“Come in,” Trent’s voice rang out. Slowly, she pushed the door open and slid into the room, and left it ajar behind her. Instantly, all three guys had their eyes on her.

Trent narrowed his eyes as he tried to figure out her intentions.

Chuck sitting there, surprised that she was even in the room with them.

And Orange. As stoic as ever, not even his eyes giving away his emotions. His signature sunglasses were resting on his leg as he leaned back in one of the folding chairs with his arm slung over the back.

“…Hey guys…”

“What are you doing here, Emery?” Trent questioned, his voice low and dark.

“I’ve seen what’s been going on… between you guys and House of Black,” Emery told them, looking at each as she spoke, “I’m worried about you guys. Elite has had their fair share of run-ins with the House, I know how dangerous they can be…”

“We’ve seen,” Chuck said, giving a single nod.

“We’ll be fine,” Trent bit out, “I’m not worried. We’ve faced tougher.”

“Toughness isn’t what I’m talking about,” Emery frowned, her eyebrows knitting together, “House of Black is tough, yes. But they’re cold and calculating, and that’s what makes them most dangerous. I’m worried that—”

“It’s a bit late to be worried about us, don’t you think?” Trent interrupted coldly.

“Trent, dude.”

“What?” Trent asked, looking at Chuck, “She all but stopped talking to us months ago and acted like we didn’t exist. Now her boys are getting their asses kicked, and suddenly she comes to us, worrying about us?”

“Things just got busy—I still care—”

“Just save it, all right?” Trent told her, “Besides. It’s three on three, us versus the House. We’ll be just fine without you.”

The tension in the air was palpable, and the silence stretched for what seemed like eternity as Emery let his words sink in. Chuck looked like he wanted to say something to ease the mood but kept quiet after a look from Trent. Orange sat there, just wordlessly staring at Emery as everyone waited for her next move.

“Just fine, huh?” she quoted Trent, her eyes narrowing at him; the guys could all tell she was hurt just from how she stood, “You know what? Fine. Three on three, sure. Until Julia Hart gets involved, and none of you want to lift a finger against her.”

Emery looked around the empty room for effect as she added, “Too bad Statlander’s still out.”

Looking back at Trent, she scoffed, “Whatever. Fine. You guys go out there and get your asses handed to you. Don’t say I never tried.”

Without a further glance at Chuck or Orange, Emery spun around, yanked the door open, letting it slam against the wall behind it, and disappeared down the hall.

A part of her was angry—but more so, she was hurt by Trent’s words and the fact that neither Chuck nor Orange had stood up for her. Back in the room, Chuck looked over at Trent, holding his arms out wide, silently asking him ‘What the fuck?’ as Orange picked up his glasses and put them over his eyes.

“Not cool.”

-time jump-

Just two nights later, on Rampage, Emery watched from a monitor backstage as Orange rushed out onto the stage and tried delivering his signature Orange Punch to an unsuspecting Buddy Matthews.

However, Buddy calculated it somehow, maneuvering his Trios belt to block the attack, causing Orange’s already injured wrist to smack right into it. Her gut twisted, and she felt sick to her stomach as she watched Cassidy writhe in pain and officials rush to keep the two separated. Buddy just stared at Orange, a small smirk on his face as he knew the All-Atlantic champion was injured. One of the officials helped him up, careful of his wrist, and escorted him backstage, and the camera zoomed in on Buddy, who just watched as Orange disappeared from his sight, that smile on his face falling flat as the wheels in his head began turning.

She hated to think about it, but she was right. House of Black were calculated, organized, and methodical, which made them more dangerous than your typical faction – and Best Friends were severely underestimating them. Biting the corner of her lower lip, Emery quietly stepped back from the screen and made her way through the halls. Despite Trent’s harsh words the other day, she still cared about them. Some more than others, but that was beside the point.

Emery wanted to know how bad Orange’s condition was. She needed to know.

Luckily when she approached the medical room, there was no sign of the Best Friends. While she did find it odd that Chuck and Trent weren’t anywhere to be seen, she was relieved as well. Stopping just before the door, Emery listened as someone asked the doctor if Orange would be able to defend his title or not. Taking a risk, she slowly leaned forward and peered around the door frame, past the camera guy. The winces of pain were very noticeable from Orange as the doctor worked carefully, and as he was about to answer the question, Cassidy waved him off. He looked to the camera with a frown on his face and with his signature glasses nowhere to be seen, his brown eyes narrowed in determination.

Emery listened as he admitted that his wrist was screwed up but claimed Buddy had taken the easy way out by blocking him twice now. First with his mask and now the belt. Orange will face him on Dynamite, injured or not.

The cameraman and interviewer left, and Emery watched in silence as Orange was left alone, wincing as he tried bending his wrist some. She hated seeing him in pain—with all her friends, she was that way. With Cassidy, though, she felt close to him. They had become good friends since the start of All Elite Wrestling, hanging out on occasion. When Kenny had been out with his injuries and surgeries, Emery had gotten closer with all the Best Friends- but Orange made her feel calm. He helped her relax—and weirdly enough, he was funny and had his own charm.

She saw Orange tense up and slowly looked in her direction, seeing her peering around the door at him. Their eyes met, and for a moment, they just stared at each other before she quickly darted back, not saying anything to him. He gave a sigh, looking down at the ground as his hand tensed. The pain returned, causing him to squeeze his eyes shut again and breathe deeply.

They should have listened to her warning.

-time jump-

Five days had passed, and now it was time for Orange’s match against Buddy for his All-Atlantic championship. He stood near the go-position with Trent and Chuck, waiting for his turn to go out, gently moving his fingers. The pain had subsided, but only just barely—and Orange knew that any wrong move out there could be damaging.

“I don’t know, Cass, I don’t think she’s coming,” Chuck frowned, looking at the area surrounding them before glancing back down at his friend. Orange had told Chuck and Trent about Emery standing outside medical on Friday, and with their agreement, he sent her a text over the weekend.

“Watch my six?”

He knew she had seen the message, as it was marked as read, but she hadn’t replied to it and had not sought them out.

Orange kept his gaze on the floor, a calming feeling coursing through his body, one had hadn’t felt for a while – but the nervous feeling was also there.

“She will…” he muttered confidently, although a part of him was uncertain.

She had to be.

Trent frowned, his hands in the pockets of his tracksuit, “I don’t know, man. She ain’t here yet, and we haven’t heard from her.”

As they stood there waiting for Orange’s match, Emery slowly made her way through the building. Despite any hostility or negative feelings, despite the exchange she had with Trent, she still cared. What didn’t help was Yuta’s cutting words that kept ringing through her mind.

“You and the rest of the Elite and the VIPs think you deserve everything around here.”

“The Elite walk these halls like they’re Gods or something, but they’re not. Their pompous, ignorant assholes—”

“Where one goes—the others follow. Just look at you... Ringside with the Bucks… Kenny. Ringside for Page--- well, not recently. Right? No, no—because Kenny ousted him from the group, so suddenly, all of you act like he doesn’t exist. When was the last time you were ringside for him?! When was the last time you traveled with him?”

Was he right? Emery had been so focused on her Elite boys – had she blindly pushed others to the side?

Trent seemed to think so, according to his words from last week.

That wasn’t what she wanted, though. Emery didn’t want to lose her friends—and now, as she realized just how important Hangman was to her, she also realized how valuable other friends were to her. She was determined not to lose anyone else. Up ahead, she saw Best Friends standing near crates, waiting for Orange’s music to hit as Buddy and Julia slowly made their way to the ring.

Emery cautiously approached, coming to a stop when Trent looked over at her. Chuck followed his line of sight, staring at her as he gently nudged Orange’s arm. He slowly looked up from the floor, his brown eyes boring into her own.

“H-hey…” she said, looking directly at Cassidy. They could tell she was uncertain—uncertain about being there, about where they all stood, and about if they wanted her there or not.

“What are you doing here?” Trent asked her, crossing his arms across his chest as he stared at her, “Why now? You haven’t been around for… how long now?”

“A few weeks back… someone made me painfully aware of how I’ve…” Emery started, her words uncertain as she tried to find the correct ones, “… How I’ve unfairly neglected people I care about. I already lost Hangman due to it… I don’t want to lose you guys too… I just hope I’m not too late…”

“Yeah- don’t you have other things to worry about right now?” Trent questioned, raising an eyebrow, “Something to do with that lost friend. Your Elite boys, too.”

Emery pursed her lips, her eyes narrowing briefly as she stared at Trent. Enough was enough.

“Yeah. A problem that includes a feral Yuta—which I should be blaming you for,” she said, glaring at Trent, before taking a breath and calming down, “I’m trying… to get my mind off everything that’s going on… Come on, guys… I thought…. I thought we were friends?”

As she said the words, her mind flashed back to her conversation with Yuta, her heart tightening in pain.

“You thought wrong.”

Chuck exchanged a look with Trent and Orange before speaking up, his head slightly shaking, “Nah, not friends.”

It became difficult to swallow, her airway feeling as though it was constricting, and her heart felt as if it had shattered. Tears began to build in the corners of her eyes, and in a desperate bid to keep them from falling, Emery bit her tongue as hard as she could as her gaze dropped to the floor.

All three of them felt terrible. Chuck gestured with his head, encouraging Trent to do something; before Emery had a chance to walk away, he spoke up—his voice softer now, the harshness to it was gone.

“We’re best friends.”

Emery’s head snapped up, her eyes wide as she looked at them. Trent and Chuck were smiling at her, and when her eyes met Orange’s, he even gave her a small smile of his own. Wordlessly, Chuck took a few steps towards her and reached out, cupping her face in his hands as he wiped away the build-up of tears in the corners of her eyes. Afterward, the tall Kentucky man-child wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug.

“You’ve always got us,” Trent told her as Chuck let her go, reaching out and giving her a hug of his own. When they parted, Orange walked up to her and gently placed a pair of sunglasses on her head, sliding them towards her until they rested on the bridge of her nose. Slowly, his head lowered until it rested against her own, both closing their eyes to just take in the moment. Cassidy’s music began to play, bringing them out of their own little world as he stepped back to grab his backpack that held the title.

“Bring it in, guys,” smirked Trent as he put his hand down in the middle of the group. Chuck quickly followed suit, placing his down on top of Trent’s, and Orange used his shoulder to support the bag, placing his good hand down on the very top. His hand was face up, open palmed, as the three looked at Emery. With a smile, she placed her left hand directly onto Orange’s, and he gave it a small squeeze before Trent called, ‘Break!’ and then headed to the stairs.

Orange followed Trent and Chuck out onto the stage, and after a brief pause, Emery took a deep breath and walked out behind him. As soon as the crowd saw her, their cheers got louder. Chuck and Trent unlocked their hands before grabbing one of her hands each and extending the chain, causing her to laugh. With his available hand, Trent patted Orange on the back in encouragement as Chuck gently squeezed Orange’s shoulder. As Cassidy began walking down the ramp, they let go of her, and Emery casually followed along behind him, but Best Friends stayed on the stage before disappearing to the back. Spotting a mini version of himself, Orange carefully sat down on the ramp and bumped hands with him before continuing to the ring.

Emery glanced across at Julia and Buddy, shivers running down her spine. She had a bad feeling about this – but she was going to support Orange through the entire thing. He was determined to do the match, to be a fighting champion—injured or not. As Orange flung his bag into the ring and rolled in after it, Emery shook her head in amusement, opting to stay outside on the floor as Cassidy held the belt up for the audience. The referee, Bryce, took the championship from Orange, holding it up briefly before handing it off to the timekeeper as Orange took off his jacket, shirt, and glasses. Each one he would hold over the top rope and drop into the waiting arms of Emery, who watched him with a smile, shaking her head. As he lazily slid on his black elbow pad, Emery quickly folded his clothing before setting it down on the timekeeper’s table and turning her attention back to the ring.

At the very least, in her opinion, with Bryce being the official for the match Emery knew that Orange was in good hands. Bryce was close with Best Friends, Orange in particular, and wouldn’t let anything happen to him if he could help it. The bell sounded, signaling the beginning of the match, but neither individual moved from their spot.

Across the ring, Buddy stared at Orange, waiting patiently as he crouched in the corner. Julia stood near him on the outside, her face void of all expression. Emery watched as Orange crouched down against the turnbuckles, his arms supporting him on the middle ropes.

“What are you doing?” Emery questioned him softly, watching as he brought his left leg up across his right knee and propped his left elbow on the middle rope, resting his chin against it with a small smirk on his face.

Was he seriously trying to mock Matthews? Emery sighed, gnawing on her bottom lip in worry. As amusing as it was, it was still not the best idea.

Eventually, Buddy stood up from his corner, his eyes never once leaving Orange, as he followed suit and stood up. Slowly, they both walked to the center of the ring, staring at each other. Emery watched closely, her breath caught in her throat, as Orange lifted his arms up and aimed to put his hands in his pockets. Buddy wasn’t having it, however, grabbing both of Orange’s hands and tossing him into the corner of the ring.

Emery watched carefully as Buddy began to walk towards Orange before her eyes flickered to Julia on the opposite side. As long as Julia didn’t get involved, Emery wouldn’t – that was her stance. Quick movement caught her attention, and she looked back to the guys as Buddy went flying through the ropes, landing rather hard on the floor. She noticed he placed a hand to his jaw, holding it for a moment as Orange ran at the ropes, turning his back on Buddy to hit the other side for momentum. Buddy quickly slid into the ring, aiming to catch Orange unaware, but Cassidy quickly turned around and held his hands out in a ‘stop’ gesture as Buddy came to a halt in front of him. The House of Black member was still lying on the ring, his arms holding up his body as he watched in annoyance as Orange lifted his hands and put them in his pockets. In frustration, Buddy hopped up and continued the match.

The match continued, and the longer it did, the more worried Emery got for Orange’s safety. He sent Buddy to the outside of the ring once again, this time following him with a dive through the ropes. As Orange stands up, though, Emery sees him holding his wrist, pain written across his face causing her heart to sink. Orange seemingly shook it off, working through it as he got Buddy back into the ring and hits him with a thunderous Orange Punch. Buddy went down—but so did Orange. Emery’s eyes widened in worry as Orange instantly cried out in agony, rolling around on the matt, clutching his injured wrist. Slowly, he crawled over to the side of the ring where Doc Sampson and Emery stood and painfully clawed at the bandage until he finally tore it off his hand. As the doctor looked at it, Emery reached out and gently ran a hand through Orange’s hair, trying to soothe him as best she could. For now, Buddy was forgotten as Doc examined the damage to Orange’s wrist. He could barely clench his hand at all, the pain almost too much as his hand shook from even the smallest of movements.

Emery was about to ask Doc a question before loud footfalls neared them, and Buddy’s foot came out of nowhere, stomping on Orange’s hand. He screamed out in pain at the rough contact, rolling away quickly as Bryce backed Buddy away from him. Rolling under the bottom rope, Orange sat on the edge of the ring, delicately holding his injured wrist as Emery rushed around the ring to him. She wanted to reach out and hold his hand but didn’t want to cause him any more agony.

“Are you sure you want to keep in this match?” She questioned him, looking at him with a pained expression. He looked up from his hand, grimacing as he nodded to her.

“You don’t have to do this, Cass. You could seriously damage yourself if—” She couldn’t finish her sentence as Buddy stalked over and grabbed Orange, dragging him into the ring. Every time he went to attack, it was focused on the wrist; Buddy was hellbent on inflicting as much pain on Orange as he could—and Julia stood nearby, smiling at the damage being done. Orange’s face got more and more red the longer the match went on; the pain he was in was evident in his eyes. But he refused to give up.

Not when he’s finally got Emery back in his corner.

Orange gets the upper hand once more, bashing Buddy’s head into the turnbuckles a few times, but gets hit with a superkick—only to retaliate with a superkick of his own. They move to the outside of the ring, standing on the apron as Emery watched on from the side, yelling out words of encouragement each time he’d get going and trying to get the audience on his side. She watched as Orange set Buddy up for a DDT, wincing as Buddy avoided it, hitting Orange directly in the jaw with a high knee. Out of nowhere, Orange hit him with a Beach Break, and both fell to the floor, catching their breath. Emery watches closely as Julia walks closer and closer to them before getting too close to Orange for her liking. Quickly, Emery rounded the ring, walking right up to the guys and staring down Julia.

“Back. Off,” Emery warned her, voice low, as she narrowed her eyes. Bryce was administering the ten count, closely watching all four individuals to ensure neither lady got involved in the match. Julia stared at Emery wordlessly, her face void of emotion once again, eventually slowly backing away from the guys. Emery mirrored it, backing up a few steps but keeping her eyes locked on Julia.

By the time the referee yelled ‘9,’ both guys finally slid back into the ring and continued the match. Emery returned to her side of the ring, watching closely and noticing that Orange could barely put any weight or pressure on his injured wrist. He began to resort to forearms for his hits, and for a bit, they went back and forth, both using a forearm to attack their opponent. Eventually, Buddy got the upper hand once more, kicking Orange in the stomach and causing him to fall to his hands and knees. With a sick smile, Buddy jumped up and stomped on Orange’s hand, pressing his boot into the bones and flesh as much as he could before Bryce finally backed him off. Orange kneels up, holding his wrist as the pain flares through his body.

“Come on Orange… come on…” Emery whispered, leaning against the apron. Buddy began to mock Orange, using the weak kicks as a taunt against him, one foot and then the other, tapping it against Orange’s upper arms. A small sigh of relief followed by a slight smile graced her face as Emery saw Orange was starting to get mad; she knew that once he started, then he usually kicked it up a notch, and that could be exactly what he needed to do right now. As Buddy stepped back and went for the slow kick, Orange put his hands out in a ‘stop’ motion once again, causing Buddy to stop and narrow his eyes, watching him curiously.

Orange put his injured hand to the sky before lowering it and using his good hand to put it in the pocket of his loose jeans, grimacing in pain as he did so before adding his uninjured hand to the other pocket. Emery gave a soft smile at his antics as Orange gave Buddy a pained smirk of his own—only for Buddy to kick him harshly. As he went for another attack, Orange diverted it into an enormous DDT from the top rope. Buddy rolled to the outside of the ring to shake it off, but Orange quickly followed it with a torpe to the outside. He followed Buddy, climbing through the rope, and gave him a third DDT before pushing him into the ring and slowly climbing to the top rope, careful not to use his injured hand more than he had to. Diving off the top rope, Orange caught Buddy with a diving DDT and went for the cover.

“ONE!” Emery counted with the referee, “TWO! —” but Buddy kicked out at two, causing her to groan in annoyance.

“Come on, Orange, you got this!” Emery shouted to him, hoping to will him on, and saw Julia across the ring, calling out to Buddy with a worried look on her face.

Good. She should be worried.

Orange grimaced in pain as he grabbed his elbow pad, slipping it off and throwing it to the ground.

“Oh no…” Emery worried as she watched, knowing what was coming, “Orange… you really shouldn’t—”

Buddy evaded the Orange Punch, lifting him up only for Orange to roll him into a schoolboy but only got another two count. Shaking his hand as he stands up from the pin, Orange manages to pull a weak Orange Punch off, but again only gets a two count for his efforts.

Emery circled around to the side closest to Orange, reaching out her hand towards him with a sad look on her face. He was breathing heavily, grasping his wrist as the pain was getting worse and worse. He shot her a look, a smirk-like grimace to try to ease her worry before he stood up and turned his attention back to his opponent. Buddy was on his knees in the middle of the ring, and as Orange got closer, he taunted him, goading Cassidy into punching him—and he did. Or at least, he tried.

As Orange’s forearm got close enough to Buddy, he grabbed Orange’s wrist and twisted it as he stood up. Cassidy yelled out in pain the more Buddy twisted it to the side as he finally let go, lifting him up and delivering a knee to Orange’s jaw. Cassidy pushed Buddy away from him and demands him to hit him. As Buddy goes to, Orange falls flat to the mat; Buddy ran to the ropes to do a dive or kick of some kind, and Orange quickly hops up, but Buddy stops short, causing Cassidy to put on the brakes and falls back to the mat.

Emery watched in horror as Buddy hit the curb stomp on Orange, and went for the pin—but he kicked out at two. Buddy went for another move, but Orange countered it with Chuck’s patented move, the Mousetrap. As the ref counted, Emery held her breath, and time seemed to slow down.

One.

Two.

Three.

“YES!” Emery exclaimed, jumping up in excitement as she grabbed Orange’s bag, shoving the title and his shirt and jacket inside, slinging it over her shoulder before hurrying over to him. She placed herself under his arm, a smile on her face, and helped support him as they backed up the ramp a few feet. Emery was beyond worried about the status of his wrist but was happy for him getting the win. As she looked back at the ring, she saw Julia’s look of dismay and Buddy looking over his shoulder at them with a confused look on his face, not sure what the hell had just happened.

Emery smirked at them before turning around with Orange and walking up the ramp, and put them out of her mind as she focused on him. Sure, he was sweaty, grimacing in agony, and breathing heavily—but he was back in her life, and now? She wasn’t going to lose him again.

Any of them.

#aew #all elite wrestling #imagine #fanfiction #dark angel of the bullet club #OC #original female character #OC Emery #Orange Cassidy #Best Friends #Chuck Taylor #Trent Baretta #House of Black #Buddy Matthews #Julia Hart #Orange Cassidy x OC

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cell-axe · 1 year

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Ramblings for Qiumibu #6

Link to Part 5

Link to Part 7

Since I’ve already gone through the Four Leaders, it’s time to focus on the miscellaneous characters found in this setting! I’m going to focus on two characters who have been around after Secare and Naso were created, but before Roslan was created.

Princess Magdalene and her bodyguard Harmios.

She is the princess of a yet-named kingdom, found near the Kingdom of Eulia. Her family had been usurped and exiled from the place, so she is currently staying at Prince Naso’s residence until she has the necessary resources to retake her kingdom from the people that booted her out in the first place.

Now here’s a problem: I hadn’t actually worked out why she was booted out in the first place. Was it because of disgruntled subjects? Another faction barging in to remove them so they can install themselves as the current ruler of the place? I could do that, but I hadn’t really worked on a lot of factions in this setting. The four Main Kingdoms (Eulia, Ailude, Ordam, Urtain) have some pieces of them done, but the minor kingdoms? There’s LOADS of them scattered across the island. And there are even more royal families in these places.

Worry not, for I won’t touch upon every single one of them. Though… thinking about it now, I may have a few other prince and princesses scattered among the few characters I have properly worked on for Qiumibu. Oops.

Anyways, not every minor kingdom is affiliated with the Main Kingdoms. Magdalene’s kingdom was fortunately affiliated with the Kingdom of Eulia, hence why she was able to seek refuge at his place.

What is she good at? She’s a spellcaster, hence the wand. I love the idea of wand-using spellcasters, because why must they rely on staves or their hands when wands are essentially mini-staves that can be easily concealed and quick to use in small spaces. Sure, they aren’t as cool as staves, or as fast as swinging hands with gestures to perform tricks, but I like wands and that’s what Magdalene gets. Speaking of magic, her spells tend to hit areas rather than individual targets, and she’s really good at teleporting people! That may explain how she ended up in Eulia instead of with her family who had fled elsewhere. I’m not sure where.

Anyways, that’s enough of the spendthrift princess. Now let’s focus on her bodyguard Harmios:

He’s roughly around the Princess’s age, having been selected by her parents to keep watch of her. Unfortunately, that doesn’t mean he has any feelings for her. He treats it as a job that he’s lucky enough to get so he can support his own family, but after the uprising, he’s now looking after her so at least he can be paid well once the princess manages to take back the kingdom and reunite with her family.

Harmios is a fun guy. He’s a decent blademaster who wields some sickle-like weapon, but that’s about it. He doesn’t have any powers like the princess does, but he’s been hit by her spells so frequently that he instinctively knows when to get out of the hit zone. He could even give a warning to everyone before her horn lights up, but whether they take his advice or not is none of his concern.

I ought to draw these two horses horsing around again. I wanted to try a different approach to drawing Sonic characters without relying on the good ole “round muzzle” look that we’ve seen so much of.

Welp, see you guys in the next part. I think I’ll focus on a pair of minor factions that were based off of chess pieces, along with a few drawings for those guys and more words to read.

Additionally, I want to complain about tumblr’s annoying system where my drafts SOMEHOW revert back to a moment before I had added a picture of Magdalene. All of this happens with a touch of the good ole CTRL + Z, so please, take the advice I’d found on the Internet and just write your tumblr posts on another word program (MS Word to the rescue for me!) before posting it onto tumblr.

That’s all, I guess.

#original? concept #qiumibu #sonic fan character #sonic oc #it's a ramble at this point

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anxiouslyfred · 1 year

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Release to the Food Fair

Summary: Virgil decides it's time for a day off from the cafe for him and for Remus. A trip to a food fair seems like a sensible trip for new ideas and a predictable area for Remus to cause madness.

Part of my Chaos Cafe au

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The cafe never shut. That had been something Remus had always been resolute on, that the chaos cafe would never be completely shut.

Virgil did not agree to be working everyday, and was not going to let Remus do so either. He was scheming on how to get Remus away from the cafe for a day from the first time it was mentioned and now he'd learnt that remodelling did not work for this, but did limit customers to only the regulars, there was an idea in place.

He'd given Janus a key and extracted a promise to only open long enough for their regulars to get their coffees and then move on to their job. Remus would only be told this as they drive pass the cafe, on route to a professional food fair Virgil had ordered tickets for.

It was the kind of event that he'd expected Remus to be all about when they first started talking beyond the usual interactions of a customer and server. Of course Virgil knew now that Remus preferred throwing darts at an ingredients list if he was struggling for ideas rather than actually interacting with other chefs to gain inspiration, but it still seemed like a day out that they'd learn some things from.

Either that or he'd be coming back in the evening with new knives and Remus describing how whatever gadgets he'd seen get demonstrated could be used to kill a person.

Probably both, actually.

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“So I'm being kidnapped and forced to have a day off.” Remus stated, watching the cafe vanish as Virgil took a turning. “You're not even playing into the kidnapping fun. No bag over my head or drugs to make me placid, just saying you'll drive us to work today and instead carrying on to some mystery location? I thought you loved me.”

Virgil snorted, “Too much effort to add on to everything I've already done to actually keep that place some level of open for Thomas and Remy. Remind me not to ask Adrian for any favours next time. The guy was brutal just to get him to give that pair their drinks and a sandwich or cake as requested.”

“I'll make them regret whatever they've conned you into doing. I can make a months worth of dishes using all their least favourite flavours and textures easily and they know I will if you get upset by whatever the cost of making me take a day off is.” Remus was far too cheerful over possibly ostracising one of their regulars.

“I've got some other ideas for the menu. How about at the end of today you use anything we've decided to buy to try or any new tools we've got to come up with the plans and I'll play nice with any new contacts we might make to smooth over however you act today?” Virgil spared a glance from the road, glad his hands were steady when Remus was scrambling back into the front seat and leaning into his space. They'd already moved into the back while driving past the cafe so he expected the return to come if confirming there is a mystery destination got Remus's attention.

“So not a murder warehouse kidnapping, but a social torture affair? I can work with that.” There wasn't a question over where they were going, and none had been expected really. Virgil knew he was the one who worried and tried to plan for everything while his boyfriend didn't care and revelled in unexpected events.

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“Fancy building! Did you put explosives in the car?” Remus was already diving back into the backseat to look for anything that could be hidden there as Virgil pulled into the car park of the building the Food Fair/ Conference thing was taking place.

“We're not blowing it up. We're going in and seeing what's happening. I've paid too damn much for these tickets for the first thing you do to be blowing the place up!” He hissed in reply, yanking the tickets from the car door to wave over his shoulder while looking for a good parking space. Remus predictably snatched them immediately.

Thankfully Remus simply stared at the tickets and the posters they could now spot long enough for Virgil to get them parked before he was tearing the door open and racing into the building.

Virgil would have yelled after him except he could already see one of the tickets had been left on the backseat so his ability to enter the event wasn't dependant on Remus's presence. Even if he wanted to enjoy the event with his boyfriend, he knew exploring alone at first would likely be the more peaceful way.

Inside, it was easy to know which was Remus had gone from the confused expressions as well as a number of things clearly having been toppled by someone pulling an item from the middle or bottom of a stack. Most stalls where that had happened had the people tending them either cursing after Remus or sighing as they put away a card reader in order to start sorting out their stall once more.

Virgil very easily decided to head in a different direction and assume Remus would find him sooner or later. He'd at least stand a chance to make some good impressions first and perhaps learn a few useful things for the cafe.

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Celebrity chefs were always people Virgil viewed with scepticism but he did accept they had to know at least something about food, especially if they're going to do shows and demonstrations for other professionals. That was the entire reason he was sat watching a talk on bulk icing cakes as well as how to make designs that look both simple and tasty.

He was definitely not watching it in order to locate his boyfriend, nor to see Remus create a new kind of icing as he charged into the room with bunches of herbs in hand and bags hanging off his arms just after icing sugar had been measured out.

Without hesitation, Remus stole the bowl of sugar from the chef, shoving the leaves into it and grabbing a stick blender from the counter. “And here's how you get a healthier icing for those cakes that can't decide if they should be sweet or savoury. The liquid content in the leaves is just enough that with blending it mixes with the icing sugar for a wonderful texture just perfect for cakes of all sizes.” Remus rambled, coming up with the explanation as he got engulfed in a cloud of icing sugar. “And remember if your icing is too runny you can always add well, any form of powder to dry it out more. I personally suggest a combination of spices depending on the dish you're trying to ice. It always adds the best kick.”

“Security! Can we have this person removed from the stage?” The chef wasted no time in calling once she'd finished coughing from the cloud of icing sugar.

Virgil is out of his seat before any security could arrive on the scene, grabbing Remus's hand and yanking him out of there. “Okay, so you're definitely doing that in the next month worth of pastries, but tell me if I need to get us entirely out of here, or just out of this section?”

“I haven't upset the competition areas or the ice cream stands. They're giving out free samples and I've only had 2 so far.” Remus cheerfully replied, acting as if it was perfectly normal to be jogging between the various stands.

“Let's go look at them then.” Virgil rolled his eyes just imagining the chaos that limited the places they had to look around so much. “And give me some of those bags.”

Remus simply held their hands high, pushing the bags over from his to Virgil's. “So many new weapons and I've taught everyone about better flavour combinations.”

“I doubt they see it that -” Virgil groaned, breaking his words off as he realised just what Remus was about to start doing.

From the entrance of the competition displays on were cakes or chocolate sculptures and Remus had already hurried over to the closest to take a bite out of it, a post-it note appearing from seemingly nowhere that Remus was scribbling some remark on before moving to the next sculpture.

“You better have gotten business cards for all those stands. I'm not going to be able to get us new suppliers if you've annoyed them and grabbed nothing that will let me figure out who to get in touch with.” Virgil groused, following along with a scowl on his face, although it melted into a smirk when other guests noticed Remus's actions and seemed to get concerned that they should also be leaving some sort of comment or note, even above their disgust that Remus was literally biting into all the entries.

He didn't get a response, but that was fine since the event security were once again in sight and Virgil didn't feel like dodging them around the entire building. Instead he just grabbed Remus and turned to haul him out of the building and back to the car.

“You can get yourself arrested some other evening. Let's go home.” Virgil snapped when they fought to remain and finish adding whatever comment was in their head to the latest bitten competition entry.

Remus started cackling at that and was still doing so when Virgil got them into the car. “So was your day off everything you expected it to be?” He asked.

“It was chaos and we came out of it with way more things than we needed to.” Virgil surmised, “Plus probably a lifetime ban from the event if they figure out who you are, so yep, everything I expected a day out with you could possibly be.”

#chaos cafe #dukexiety #remus sanders #virgil sanders

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hamstergiukie · 2 months

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Wild J.HR

Repost from my old account

synopsis: while walking in the woods you meet a wild fox hybrid on the run from some trappers, what will happen if you take him in?

characters: fox hybrid!Harin x reader

genre: angst, fluff, hybrid au

warnings: none that i know of? please let me know if there are any!

song rec: misfit by NCT U, so am i (feat. NCT 127) by Ava Max

notes: i really enjoyed writing this, and i’m seriously considering writing a series for each member of onewe’s hybrid au. that’s right!! the other three members are on the way:’) please look forward to them.

the canopy of trees above you protected you from the sun’s burning rays. inside the forest you found yourself wandering aimlessly, listening to the sounds of nature. you needed to clear your head, the best place you could think of to do that was this forest. little did you know, this forest has secrets of its own.

you were new to the area, having just moved to this town. you had no family or friends, and found yourself often wondering why you moved here in the first place. as you walked through the forest you thought about your options, things couldn’t go back to the way they were but you were by yourself with no ideas on how to make friends here.

you stepped into a clearing, a stream ran along one side and flowers grew all around. you sat among the flowers to think. not long after a fox shot out from the trees, it stopped to look around and then dashed towards you. it jumped into your bag, startling you. a second later a group of men came crashing out of the forest, they stared at you before one spoke “hello there,” he spoke congenially but with a strained smile, “have you happened to see a fox hybrid around here? we’ve lost him.” you picked your bag up, holding it closer to you. “no, i haven’t seen a fox hybrid here.” you were confident in your answer, but the men raised their eyebrows. the same man that spoke before talked again “alright, well if you see him let us know. he’s worth quite a lot to us.” the men smiled darkly.

after they left, you nearly ran to the edge of the forest. the fox in your bag struggled to free himself, “would you calm down? i’m moving you somewhere safer, where they can’t find you. i’ll let you out in a second.” he yipped quietly before settling down. once you had gotten to the forest’s edge you let the hybrid out of your bag, he hopped gracefully onto the ground and transformed into a tall man.

he had long, curly brown hair and sharp eyes. his voice was bubbly and happy when he spoke “thank you for helping me, they would’ve caught me if you hadn’t been there,” he sighed “then they would turn me into someone’s scarf or something.” he scowled. “you’re welcome, i’m glad i could help you.” you were kind of stunned by how pretty he was, and when he smiled you nearly passed out. “my name is Harin! what’s your name?” he asked excitedly, “i’m y/n, nice to meet you Harin. i should be going now though, i don’t want to draw attention to you.” he frowned, stepping closer to you. “but… i don’t want you to go! it’s lonely here in the forest, i’m the only hybrid and there’s no one to talk to,” he pouted, before a mischievous smile appeared on his face, “i could go with you! that way you can keep me safe and i can keep you company!” he nodded to himself.

that is how you ended up with a fox hybrid running around your house, Harin is sometimes a handful but you still love him. he became your best friend, your partner and your safe place. the only thing is, is that he’s a wild hybrid. sometimes you come home from work and he got a little too into his playtime, pillows were torn up and their feathers were scattered all over your apartment.

and still you loved him, he loved you just as much. you keep him safe, you protect him and feed him. he never has to worry about when his next meal will be with you by his side. Harin stayed inside most of the time, you had seen the trappers around town still looking for Harin. he was a rare hybrid, and worth a lot for his fur, you had both decided he would be safer staying inside. although occasionally you would take him to the forest to play and run free.

even if he disappeared in the forest for awhile, he would always come back to you. sometimes he wouldn’t come back for hours and every time you would have a panic attack, thinking maybe he had been caught. but he would come back eventually, tired out from running through the forest all day. on those days he would curl up in your bag on the way home, sleeping peacefully until you placed him on his bed.

#onewe imagines #onewe #onewe x reader #ju harin #ju harin x reader

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ellowynthenotking · 5 months

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Apr 27

Dear dad,

We’re just going as fast as we can. We’ve barely stopped in days, and we’re running out of food faster than we thought we would.

We needed to resupply at that stupid festival, and we didn’t get the chance to do so. I don’t know what we’re going to do about it. Grace has been walking alongside the cart looking for more edible plants, and we’ve been supplementing our rations with them. The amount that she’s finding isn’t enough, though. We can add it to things, but it takes a while to cook and prepare, and even if it’s helping, it’s making us slow down so we don’t lose her.

I’m seriously worried that we’re going to accidentally leave her behind. Even though she mostly walks by the cart, she constantly ducks off into the woods on either side of the path to grab more of the stuff, and we lose sight of her so fast. We didn’t stop, but I jumped out of the cart a couple of times to keep an eye on her and the cart so we didn’t end up leaving her behind.

I almost want to tell her to stop. It’s even more stressful trying to make sure we don’t leave her behind on accident. The amount of food she’s getting isn’t enough for her actions to be worth it.

We’re pushing the horses really hard, too. I think constantly having people jump off and climb onto the cart while they’re in mid-motion isn’t the best. The horses are okay, though. I mean, I think they’re okay. They at least have enough to eat. There seems to be stuff they like to eat whenever we actually stop. I wish I could say the same.

We haven’t run across any towns yet, but hopefully, we will soon; we need to stop somewhere and figure out where we are. I mean, we know where we are. Still, Willow's maps are functionally useless because we’re not in the other kingdom anymore. We don’t know where anything is for this kingdom. We haven’t even run across any people so far. We haven’t seen anyone since we left the little town on the kingdom's edge. Now, I’m pretty sure we haven’t accidentally stepped into a horror movie because some wizened person hasn’t been warned about our follies before heading out this way. But that doesn’t make it any less creepy.

The animals we’ve seen haven’t looked right either. Initially, I was saying we could probably do some hunting to supplement our food, but the animals don’t look right. We saw a deer with some super messed-up antlers, and I think we all kind of agreed that it would probably be for the best if we didn’t hunt it. There were some naked squirrels, not a single hair on them, bright pink, but still running around just fine.

I haven't seen any birds, though I’ve heard some bird songs. But if they’re not in the trees or up in the air, they must be on the ground, right? But I haven’t seen any.

This means we can’t hunt them. It’s been really weird. The forest still sounds like there are stuff and animals in it, but we just haven’t seen any of them, at least none that would be good eating.

I’m a little worried, if I’m being honest. We can’t really add any of it to the food, and we aren’t getting enough plants for the food. So we’re slowly running out of food, in the middle of nowhere, and being hunted by humans. And, possibly, by the weird deer? I could swear it’s the same deer I’ve seen a couple of times. Like I said, I would try hunting them, but it just hasn’t happened. Cause it all looks weird.

Zunair says all the animals we’ve been seeing look like Chernoble (?) mutants, and he doesn’t think we should eat them on the off chance there is some kind of radiation or something that they’re all inflicted with. Willow said if that was what was going on, then we needed to leave the area as soon as possible, because if they were this affected, then it’s probably still leaching from somewhere, and we need to be careful.

Either way, there’s no signage about anything, be it dangers or towns anywhere. We have seen a few places that were obviously camps that looked untouched by whoever was there last. We’re at one now; it’s even got a little fire pit.

The fire pit still has bones, which is a little disconcerting, but it’s proof that SOMEONE’S been here at least. There are other people around here somewhere, and we’ll hopefully run into them eventually.

I’ll write to you soon. Hopefully, we’ll find a place to sleep that lets me write a little more to you, but I don’t know how long it’ll be until we get there. We’ll see, I guess.

Love, Jack

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seiyasabi · 3 years

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Idolised

(Here’s a Yandere Todo Aoi x Female Reader story :P I wrote up the layout for this a while ago, and I’m currently madly in love w him, so here we are!

Thank you all so much for your support and being so understanding of my situation. I love you all so much ;)

TW: !noncon/dubcon!, !Has a whole ass shrine dedicated to you, you literally don’t know he exists lmao, !claims he's ur bf to everyone, manipulation!, intimidation!, sort of kidnapping!, !forced cunnilingus!, etc..

Please proceed with caution!)

“(Your Name)-Chan, why didn’t you tell us that you have a boyfriend?” You slowly stop chewing, chopsticks going slack in your hand. Eyes darting towards your friend Mika, you raise an unamused eyebrow.

“What are you talking about, Mika-Chan? I don’t have a boyfriend,” All of your girlfriends look at each other, unbelieving of your claim. All giggle, thinking that you’re just being shy.

“Ne~ don’t be coy! It’s okay to tell us about your boyfriend! From the pictures I’ve seen, he’s quite handsome, huh?” At this point, you’re completely confused. Are they pranking you? You don’t have a boyfriend!

“I genuinely have no idea what you’re talking about-“ The seat next to you slides out, and a hulking figure plops itself down on the wooden chair, the wood creaking horrifically underneath their weight.

Their arm wraps around the back of your own chair, practically engulfing you in the crook of their enormous elbow, “Hey, Pretty Girl. I’m sorry that I’m late, you know how late my classes run sometimes.”

You’re too scared to even turn towards the large man, choosing instead to look at your friends with a horrified expression. They don’t notice it, too busy ogling at the apparent eye candy next to you, “Uhm, I’m sorry, but who are you? And why do they think that you’re my boyfriend?” An awkward silence immediately follows after, the man’s hand gripping the wood behind you so hard that it creaks.

He forces a deep laugh, which sounds quite menacing. He moves his hand onto your back, his warm palm felt through your stylish top, “You’re so funny, (Nickname)-Chan! It’s alright, you don’t need to hide me anymore. I messaged your girls last week, they know about us.”

“Yeah, (First Name)-Chan! It’s okay! We think you’re both so adorable,” They practically fawn over the two of you, trying to push you closer into each other’s arms. The man next to you takes this in stride, practically hauling your chair up next to his. His arm is now fully around you, as you lean in close to your hair and neck. He inhaled deeply, a satisfied grunt rumbling through his chest.

“Don’t do anything stupid, (Your Name)-Chan. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll follow my every whim,” Tears of fear and anxiety bead your eyes, which your friends take as relief that you’re no longer hiding away from them.

“Don’t cry, (First Name)-Chan! It’s okay! We all support you wholeheartedly!”

The rest of the lunch consisted of you being extremely uncomfortable, and your closest friends being none the wiser. Somehow, they don’t notice how you constantly inch away from him, only to be dragged back to his side. Somehow, they don’t know how he’s whispering mild threats into your ear.

But, through this time, you learned the name of your so-called ‘boyfriend.’ Todo Aoi, the beast currently keeping you glued to your seat in fear. He’s so much bigger than you, so much faster, seemingly so much smarter.

“Bye, (First Name)-Chan, Bye, Todo-Kun! It was nice to meet you!” Your friends wave the two of you off, one of his large hands securely on the small of your back. His grip is bruising, controlling. Todo practically pushes you towards an unknown destination, your body only able to continue forward, whether you wanted it to or not.

“I’m proud of you, (First Name)-Chan. I knew my girl was smart, beautiful, and capable. This just proved it to me,” A small whimper escapes your throat, as fresh tears bead your eyes.

“Why are you doing this? What do you want from me?” A booming laugh is heard, practically shaking the ground below you, causing you to flinch.

“Why am I doing this? Well, I’m doing this, because I love you. I want us to be together, so we’re going home,” He says this as if it solved all of your problems.

“But we don’t know each other, why even bother-“

“We know each other. I saved your life, remember?” For the first time tonight, you look at him. His distinct scar immediately catches your attention- this man did, in fact, save your life. Two months prior, someone or something shoved you onto some train tracks, right in front of an oncoming train. In a mere moment, the bulky man grabbed you from the tracks, and hopped back up onto the platform, effectively saving your life.

“I-Bu-But what? We met only once, and-“ He shushes you, forcing you closer to his side, his entire hand practically engulfing your waist.

“There’s no need to worry. In that Moment, I knew that you were meant to be my beautiful Princess. You need me to care for you, and I’m up for the task.”

“Princess? Sir, I think you need help! We’ve only talked once, and while I’m grateful for you saving my life, I think this is excessive! Please let me go!”

He ignores you, sighing dreamily about what the two of you will get up to. Todo couldn’t wait to add more to your shrine at home! He’ll be sure to get as much dirty clothes, used tissues, and everything else he could ever want!

Forcing you into an upper class loft building, he guides you by the small of your spine into a lift, disregarding the old woman inside. She looks at you as if the both of you are the most adorable couple she’s ever seen, making you shift in discomfort. Todo takes it in stride, practically preening under her gaze, but pretending it has no effect on him.

He nonchalantly presses his floor’s number, before placing that hand on your hip, and rubbing it in circular motions. You try to move away from him, but his grip is solid.

Before long, the lift stops on his floor, and he pushes you out. You stumble into the area outside of his front door- his home being the only one on the entire floor. The door itself has a pin pad on its handle, which he quickly typed in, once he’s directly in front of it, leading you to believe that there’s most likely a second pin pad on the other side.

Once you hear the click of the door being unlocked, Todo moves away from the entryway, and motions you inside, “Go ahead, Princess.”

In a Moment of defiance, you shake your Head no, “I think this has gone on long enough,” His eyes narrow slightly, yet you continue, practically shaking in your shoes, “I-I don’t want to go inside. Please let me go home.”

His booming laughter fills the small space, as he shakes his head in disbelief, “You’re adorable, (Nickname)-Chan! Now, go inside before I become angry.” The bite in his final words forces you forward, into his dark flat.

He flicks on the light switch the moment you step inside, momentarily blinding you. Once you’re able to blink away the dots swimming in your vision, you’re greeted with a fairly normal sight. The living room, kitchen, and dining room are conjoined in an open concept, making the large place seem even larger. Two hallways branch off on either side of the large room, most likely leading to a master, a guest room, bathroom, and an office.

“What do you think? I read in a magazine that women like clean homes, so I deep clean this flat at least once a week.”

You aren’t sure what to say, but you nod along anyway, “Yes, it’s very nice.” He beams down at you, cheeks practically stretching to the fullest extent.

“This shows that I know how to make women happy! I believe that’s a redeeming quality,” You awkwardly give him the side eye, “Oh, don’t look at me like that, silly girl! I have many more redeeming qualities if that one isn’t good enough. Now,” He clasps your shoulder with a large hand, “Why don’t I show you our bedroom?”

“Our?” Your eyes are practically bugging out of your skull, as he nods gleefully.

“We’re a couple, aren’t we? And couples share everything with each other.”

With that, he practically drags you down the left hallway. There’s only one door at the end of the hall, signalling that this is the master bedroom. With one hand, he pushes open the door, before coaxing you inside. His hand that was previously on your shoulder migrates to the bottom of your spine. The room is a mixture of black and your favourite colour, showcasing that this room is the both of yours.

The bed is quite large, most likely to accommodate your large captor and yourself, “I thought you’d like that your favourite colour is in here.”

You say nothing, tears beading your eyes. You wring your hands in anxiety, as he leads you to the bed. He sits you down on the edge, before kneeling in front of you. Todo leans forward, resting on your thighs, all whilst still practically towering over you even when sitting.

“Why’re you crying, Princess? There’s no reason to,” He swipes under your eye the moment the first tear falls.

“Why am I crying? You must be joking! You-you just kidnapped me!” He shushes you once more, causing a spark of anger to course through you. He hasn’t listened to a single complaint you’ve voiced! “Stop doing that! It’s rude! I’m allowed to be upset-“

With two massive hands, he forces your thighs open, “I know your work has you stressed, Pretty Girl- why don’t you let me calm you down?” He pushes his hands up your thighs, your skirt barely covering your pussy, allowing his thumbs to ghost over your panty clad cunny.

You try to thrash out of his hold, pushing against his hands, “No! Let go of me!” Your thrashing does nothing, as just the weight of his forearms we’re enough to press your thighs to the bed. His left hand rubs against your clit and hole, trying to make you as wet as possible. You try to push against his forearms, but he presses down harder.

His thumb rubs fluidly over your clit in an even pressure. Your hips press up, trying to buck him off, but it only causes him to press down harder. In no time, you’re growing wet against his ministrations. You choke back your whines, smacking his arms, before pushing against his head which hovers just above your cunt.

“Do you feel that, Princess? You’re getting so wet!” He suddenly presses his open mouth against your mound, tongue matching pace with his thumb. A moan escapes your throat before you can stop it, halting the large man in his tracks. You sound so perfect to him!

In one swift motion, he yanks your panties down your legs, and tosses them onto the mattress beside you. You try to close your legs, but it’s no use. I’m seconds, he has your thighs presses as far open as they can go, and his face is buried in your pretty cunny. His tongue dips into your folds, savouring your taste, before flicking against your clit.

His tongue rubs against your clit in swift, smooth motions, quickly causing you to grow wetter than before. Your slick drips down your cunny, coating your ass and inner thighs. More moans escape your mouth, as you writhe against him.

“Sto-Stop! Oh my god-“ He gives a small laugh at your begs, eating you out faster than before. Loud slurps and ‘mms’ are heard throughout the room, as you quickly go over the edge. Your juices squirt out of your cunny, coating his chin and his shoulders in slick. A loud keen is heard throughout the room.

The mixture of your wonderful cum and loud moans causes the large man to bust a load in his pants. He groans against you, causes your thighs to tremble in overstimulation. Todo removes himself from your pussy (not before licking up as much slick as possible), and smiles up at you.

“You’re so wonderful, (Nickname)-Chan! I should’ve done this sooner!”

#todo aoi #todo x reader #todo aoi x reader #jjk smut #jjk x reader #yandere jjk #yandere todo #yandere jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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twistedmusings · 3 years

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Wake Up From Your Dream

A/N: I don't even know what I can SAY to this one except...I think I was so angry at not writing that I wrote smut outta SPITE? Can I be so angry with myself that I write Malleus smut to just get something out there? I guess I can. Anyways this ask certainly let my imagination fly q wq

Warnings: Non-con making its way into dub-con, manipulation, impregnating sex and Malleus realizing that family is really important.

You needed to find your way back to Night Raven College.

It has been so long since you’ve been back there, laughing and walking around as if there was no trouble in the world. Nevermind that you weren’t anywhere close to home and nevermind that your family was seeking you out.

As long as there was a possibility of you finding your way home, you had pretended that everything was going to be alright.

You were still a stranger to this world, you had no ties to this world and there would be no reason for you to stay once Crowley found your way back home. It was wonderful making friends with such a variety of people and watching them all grow in their own way. The way you knew you would grow from this experience as well.

Watching Ace and Deuce really come into themselves and their Unique Magic, watching the dorm leaders step into their positions of power and truly start to make a name for themselves that would help them out in their own version of the ‘real’ world. Riddle had gotten a wonderful position befitting of his family name, Leona was actually graduating, Azul was said to open a Monstro Lounge in the Coral Sea while Kalim had started investing time in his father’s trade without having Jamil help him. Even Idia was starting to take strides in his own field!

And you were proudest of Malleus. One simple conversation outside of Ramshackle had turned into a friendship you thought you would never forget. It was so wonderful to see him interact more with students, shyly following after you as you pushed him to talk more to others despite his position. That was what college was for, right? To experience new things and find your future--

You just didn’t think that Malleus would take it that far.

Was it because he was spoiled? No, even though he was born in a monarchy he still did his best to remain kind to others, especially his subjects. You were sure he was going to make a kind king in the future, even if you never got to see with your own two eyes.

You pull the hood over your head as you enter a bath house, the fae receiving you with a curious look and a smile as you hand her 2000 madols.

“Will you be booking a room tonight as well?”

“Just a simple shower and bath, that is all.”

If you were to make a guess, you were in the borders of the Valley of Thorns, a more rural area compared to the now rather modernized capital. You had stolen enough money to get you by for a few trips and you knew that places like these were the best at getting you directions. It had been a bit of a grueling trip, testing your knowledge of the fae language as well as avoiding questions about who you were and why you so desperately needed to make your way back to such a prestigious college. In a sense, you kept it minimal.

You needed to get back home.

“It’s fine. You’re fine. It’s fine. You’re fine.”

The mantra you kept repeating to yourself was whispered under your breath as you removed your articles of clothing slowly, still looking around to see if anybody had followed you in. But this is what was raising all of the hairs on your body, wasn’t it? This constant vigilance that didn’t let you sleep at night. You needed to relax, no one else would come this far.

You feel the fatigue melt as several days of walking are washed right off your body, a smile slowly creeping up on your face as you wash the dirt and oil from your hair.

It would be fine.

You would make it to Night Raven College and sneak into the Hall of Mirrors before wishing yourself back home. Crowley had said that they had pinned down the world you lived in and only after you make your wish would the connection be broken. This most likely meant that the connection was still intact since you didn’t even get a chance to to look at the mirror before you were whisked away.

Everything was going to work itself out, that’s the most you could promise yourself.

The bath is heavenly, the temperate water cooling you down from the hot shower as you look around.

There were no other patrons.

“Good.”

You lean back and press your head against a soft pillow of towels, enjoying the silence as you feel your worries soften while thinking back to what you would do when you were back home. It had been so long since you’ve seen some of your friends, your family was probably worried sick and you still had your own plans you wanted to get through.

If you had time, you could maybe drop by to see how your first year friends were doing?

Or were they in their third year now?

Wouldn’t that be a sight to see?

Your eyes close as you let yourself relax entirely, almost succumbing to sleep.

Only for a hand to grab your throat, the other covering your eyes as you hear a familiar chuckle that tenses your body up and breaks your heart.

“I am afraid we will have to postpone this shower.”

Tears well up in the corner of your eyes as you hear the sound of footsteps into the area, most likely the royal guard.

“Lilia--”

“You’d do well to stay put lest they chase after you.”

The hands covering your eyes pull back as you see a teasing smile looking down pitifully at your fresh set of tears.

“It has taken far too long to find you, Your Majesty.”

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“HUMAN!”

“[Y/N]-san!”

Lilia smiles as he leads you by the hand, the royal guard following close behind as Sebek and Silver join him.

“He might have already woken up, Father.”

“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? DO YOU KNOW WHAT MY YOUNG MASTER HAS GONE THROUGH?”

“Sebek.” Lilia looks at his charge, “Quiet. Malleus might still be sleeping.”

Silver takes one peek at you, trying to meet your gaze but pulling away when he sees that the veil Lilia had put on you is blocking anybody’s stares from seeing your face. In fact, the second in command had put you in one of the traditional outfits for fae royalty, complete with a light veil that flowed down from the silver circlet placed on your head.

“Excellent.”

Lilia turns his attention to you and laughs.

“He has been absolutely miserable since you left. It was quite a surprise to all of us when you managed to leave the palace walls. None of us thought that you had really done it, especially him, and it really was a hassle to search the palace up and down to see just where our little human had run off to.”

His voice drops to a whisper as he brings your hand up to his lips.

“I’ll make sure to punish you for that later.”

The older fae leads you along as you finally reach your destination, smiling as he knocks on large wooden doors while pushing you slightly to stand in front of everybody.

An answer he was going to get by the end of the night.

“Malleus.”

No answer. He tests the doors and nods when he sees they are unlocked, opening them as he leads you to step inside so that you both could see the figure drenched in moonlight, looking out the window as if awaiting for an answer.

Lilia waits for his other charge to say anything but shrugs as he looks at you with a smile and a bow.

“We are glad to have you back, Your Majesty.”

The door closes with a loud click as you turn your eyes to look up at the imposing figure, your nails digging into your fingertips enough to draw blood as you try to hold back from screaming and shouting at him to stop acting like such a child. Yet you do not wish to anger him, at least to save yourself from any sort of harsher punishment.

So instead you make your way over to the bed--

Only for the fae to turn around, grab your wrist and slam your back into the rough stone wall. Bright green eyes glare down at you as you wince in pain, still looking away from him but letting out a yelp when Malleus’s fingers grab your chin and force you to look at him in the eye.

“Why did you run?”

He really had no idea, did he?

“Because I don’t belong here--”

Malleus tightens his hold on your wrist.

“We’ve discussed this before, child of man, you belong here just like anybody else, you are my Queen--”

“Malleus wake UP!”

You push against his hold but the fae’s hold gets tighter, most likely leaving a mark. But that wouldn’t deter you, not anymore, you were going to tell him.

“I’m not from this world! Coming to Twisted Wonderland was just an accident! A stupid, stupid accident that no one bothered to fix! And just when we were close to making it right you---you--!”

Shit, you’re crying again.

“I have people waiting for me. Just like you had a family waiting for you. I came to the Valley of Thorns thinking that I was supporting you during your coronation but you just--made a decision entirely by yourself and announced me as yours! Why did you lie to me? To them?!”

Malleus’s hold softens as you finally let your tears flow freely, wishing to wipe them away only due to how weak they were making you look.

“...did you not say you loved me?”

“I did! I did but--Malleus after what you did I can’t--”

He lets go of your wrist only to cup your face as he leans down to press his lips on your cheek, his tongue licking up the warm tears as you grab hold of his wrists to try and push him away.

“Do you miss your family?”

You nod as he moves to kiss the corner of your eyes.

“More than anything…”

The dragon fae hums, letting his lips stay where they were a few seconds longer before chuckling as he pulls you close.

“I see--I really have been cruel to you, haven’t I?”

Your heart nearly leaps out of your throat at his words, hands clutching at his robes as you quickly nod. Maybe this was it, maybe it had taken you breaking down to let him see reason?

Please. Please!

“...A family.”

Malleus’s words are like dripped honey as a thought formed in his head, the thought taking shape and form as his hands clutched you tighter.

“Then we’ll just need to make a family of our own…”

-----

Hands clutch at his sheets as Malleus takes in the shape under him.

How beautiful could you be? How complex? To him it was as if not a day had passed since you first met. What had been mere curiosity had delved into deep affection and blossomed into a love that Malleus would only read about in fairytales. The sort of books that led him to believe in soulmates, in happily ever after’s and the possibility of spending the rest of your life with the one you loved.

And yes, you weren’t a fae, but the power of his magic was grand enough to keep you tied to him for the rest of eternity.

His lips can’t help but seek out yours as he thinks about how he is the one who will decide when you die.

This love hadn’t started out like this. What he felt for you had been a bit more relaxed, a lot softer and dreamier. You had confessed to him after his Overblot incident and he had gladly accepted your feelings. He was still keen on finding you a way home and promised himself to not let any moment be wasted in thinking how you soon would be far away from him.

Every day was spent happily with you, the rest of the school year flying by as you both enjoyed the time you still had together.

But Malleus was still a dragon at heart, a fae that yearned and longed to take and take.

So when thoughts about you leaving started to make their way to the forefront of his mind, not even your constant love and affection could keep him from his instincts.

You would leave him to go back to your world. Go back to the normal and the familiar. As you walked your path, you would eventually find someone that enchanted you the way he had, all ending with you walking down a beautiful aisle to your now beloved.

A person that wasn’t...him.

As the days of his third year started to run to a close, his hold on you had become a lot tighter, his kisses a lot more possessive and in the end he had invited you to watch his coronation as he entered his fourth and final year.

With his announcement of making you his Queen.

“Malleus! Please I can’t--I’m not ready--!”

He let Lilia make up some story about you not returning to Night Raven, fooling Crowley into believing that you had found your future in the Valley of Thorns with him. The announcement of you taking up the role of Queen had been surprising but Malleus had woven the story in such a way that there had been talks of having it printed for others to read.

It was a wonderful ending to your love story, you ending up in his arms. But something was missing…

Malleus was glad that you had given him the answer.

Both of your knees were on either side of his waist, your hands clutching at whatever they could as his cock buried itself deep into your cunt. The veil was long forgotten as his robes and your own are thrown carelessly around the room while you wail and scream at being broken into by such a thick length. The small sight of blood on his cock made Malleus smile as he pushed in further, the tightness that was pushing him back slowly opening up for him as he watched you do your best to fit him inside.

It would be fine, you would be fine.

With a growl he finally bottoms out, two hands holding your hips and forcing you down to take all of him as the tip of his cock pressed right under your womb--

He shivers as you tighten up again, leaning down to lick up the trail of tears on your cheek before eating up your tiny whimpers with a hungry kiss.

“Here...right here is where our family will start.”

A large hand takes yours as Malleus puts it right over the small bulge on your stomach, your eyes growing wide as you realize just how deep inside he is. He kisses you again, not daring to break away as he lets a trail of saliva dangle from his lips to yours, the clear liquid disappearing into your mouth as your body relaxed and your eyes grew hazy.

“Do you love me, child of man?”

It was a simple question, but your brain seemed muddled from his kiss. Dragons tended to excrete a certain liquid as they got ready to mate, the experience painful even within his own species but being eased with the help of saliva, sweat or cum.

And with the way he was pressed against you, his sweat matted on your skin as he let more of his spit drip down his tongue and onto yours...surely the answer would come the more you two worked to start your family.

Malleus hardly gave you any time to recover as he started to move, his eyes entranced with the way he disappeared into you with each thrust. Your mind was still muddled but your body was already eagerly accepting him, your legs wrapping around him slowly before locking him in place as he repeated the question.

“Do you love me, child of man?”

You open your mouth but the only word that comes out is a plea for him to go faster.

Which Malleus gladly listens to.

It didn’t take long for him to start pounding into you at a brutal pace, every thrust having the tip of his cock slamming against your womb as your toes curled from the pleasure of taking him so deep. His cock disappeared inside your tiny cunt, shaft now coated not just with blood but with your arousal as well. The bed creaked in protest while the sounds of the bed frame hitting the wall helped him keep time, Malleus leaning back down to kiss you again as your lips this time part eagerly and sucked on his tongue while your hands clutched his shoulders and horns.

Cries turned into happy moans, your sad and abandoned look now one of pure ecstasy as your pussy flutters and tightens around him, pushing him to go harder and harder so he could---!

“[Y/N]--!”

Your legs close tighter around him as you bury your face on the crook of his neck, your orgasm being ripped from you unexpectedly as Malleus halted his movements with a stiff body. He drops his head on your shoulder as your legs keep him in place.

“Malleus...ah--!”

He groans as he paints the inside of your walls white, the warmth of his cum filling your womb to the point that what you hadn’t taken merely dripped out onto the now stained sheets. Malleus lifts his head to look down at you, smiling as he sees your eyes staring up at him eagerly despite how much you had protested before.

“A family…”

You smile as Malleus nods, your hands going all the way to your stomach as you feel the warmth start to twist your brain even more.

“A family with you…how wonderful…”

Arms wrap around him as Malleus kisses a trail from your shoulder to your lips. He just needed to ask you one last time.

“Do you love me, child of man?”

With a hum, your answer is whispered into his ear as Malleus closes his eyes as he realizes that this is where his happily ever after would finally start.

“I love you Malleus, more than anything else.”

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Dark Paradise

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Pairing: dark!WandaNat x fem!reader

Summary: You meet the infamous Avengers on spring break with your best friend Peter, and two of them seem to adore you more than expected. Requested here by my lovely 🐞anon.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY!!! dark themes, manipulation, mind control, blackmailing, age gap (reader is 21), dubcon (saying this just to be safe because Wanda uses her powers for evil a lot here), smut: oral, fingering, penetration/sex toy use, voyeurism (kinda), edging, overstimulation (if I forgot something please let me know!)

A/N: hi this is 6k words, which is the longest single fic I’ve ever written/posted here haha. also the end is not technically the end, if you know what I mean. anyway this took forever to write so enjoy this super far from canon fic and please tell me what you thought!! (also if you’re on my taglist and you weren’t tagged it’s because your age wasn’t in your bio)

“Here, let me take that for you,” Peter offers when he notices you headed toward the car, and you hand your suitcase to him with a smile.

“Thanks, P.”

You close the car door behind you after getting in on the passenger side, instantly reaching for his phone resting on the dashboard once you were buckled in. The two of you had an unspoken rule that you controlled the music whenever you traveled together, so his library was filled with various playlists you’d created simply because you didn’t trust him not to listen to the same five songs for the rest of his life.

“This is different,” Peter comments as he gets in on the driver’s side and catches the opening notes to an upbeat song. “I thought you were going to go with something calmer to help you sleep, like you usually do.”

“Well, I’m not usually going to meet the Avengers, so I’m too nervous to sleep.” You turn to pout at him as he drives off. “Is it too late to cancel?”

“Don’t even think about it. If I show up without you, everyone will think you’re imaginary.”

“Do they think you can’t make any friends outside of Ned?” you question as you open a bottle of water. “Because they’re not wrong.”

“I can make friends!” Peter whines and a quiet snorting sound escapes you.

“You can’t use me as an example.”

“Why not?”

“Because we’re not actually friends.”

He picks up on your teasing nature and rolls his eyes, causing you to laugh as you lean back and settle into your seat more. You had well over three hours to stress about spending a week with the world’s most popular superheroes, and you’d rather be comfortable while you do so.

“Wake up, we’re here!”

Your eyes fly open at the sound of Peter’s voice, and any of the nerves that left long enough to let you sleep made a U-turn and hit you again, full force. Sitting up straight in the seat, you practice breathing properly while stretching and taking a look around as he pulls into the garage.

“Are you okay?” Peter asks once he parks, placing a hand over yours as he meets your gaze and you smile.

“I’ll be fine, P. I’m not gonna miss out on hanging out with you just because your super family is super intimidating.”

“Good. Besides, it won’t even be that bad! I’m willing to bet $1 million that they’ll love you.”

“I appreciate your optimism,” you tell him as the two of you get out of the car. “But you’re going to regret that bet when I use your money to retire early in some faraway rural town.”

Peter carried both suitcases as you made your way to an elevator, and you jumped when you suddenly heard a male voice.

“Welcome, Mr. Parker and Ms. L/N.”

“What is that?” you questioned as you faced Peter with wide eyes and he chuckled.

“You’re hearing Jarvis, Mr. Stark’s AI. Hey Jarvis, can you take us to the common room, please?”

“Right away, Mr. Parker.”

“This is so cool,” you comment as you look around the suddenly moving elevator. “How does it know my name?”

“Knowing everything is kind of its job, I guess.”

“Underoos!” a voice calls as soon as the doors open, quickly revealing itself to belong to Tony Stark as his gaze lands on you next. “So she is real.”

“I told you!” Peter defends as you step off the elevator together. “Mr. Stark, this is Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, kid,” Tony greets you with a shake of your hand. “I’m glad he found you. I was starting to worry that he’d build a robot to spend the rest of his life with.”

“I’m just his best friend, so it’s still possible.”

“Is this your friend, Peter?” Steve cuts off Peter’s response as he enters the room, moving to shake your hand next. “I’m Steve. Nice to meet you.”

“Okay, I’m going to show her to our rooms and then we’ll be back for dinner,” Peter tells everyone once you’d been introduced to Pepper, Bruce and Clint as well, and you’re about to head for the elevator again when someone interrupts.

“How about we take her down to her room instead?”

Your eyes widen as you watch none other than Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff enter the room hand in hand. Natasha’s hair seemed much longer than the last time she’d been in the public eye, but her all-knowing smirk was just the same and her green eyes were even more piercing in person. You noticed a bit of red glowing in Wanda’s eyes, which faded as she probably realized you’d seen, and you couldn’t help but wonder if that meant she hated you already.

“I know what you’re up to, Red.” Tony seemed accusatory as he pointed a finger at the pair. “You can’t bribe her into helping you cheat tonight.”

“Maybe I planned on giving her tips for surviving this testosterone filled tower.”

Natasha steps forward and grabs your hand with her free one, and with a flick of her wrist, Wanda has your suitcase floating in front of you as they lead you into the elevator.

“Sorry to whisk you away like that,” Wanda apologizes as the doors close with her head tilted to see you past Natasha. “We’re just excited to meet a new woman here.”

“No, it’s okay!” you insist breathlessly, your nerves slowly returning as Natasha lightly squeezes your hand. “I’m actually really excited to meet the two of you.”

“You know who we are?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say that I know you personally, but I know that you’re one of the original team members.” You make eye contact briefly with Natasha before turning to Wanda. “And because the news stations somehow get ahold of everything, I know you joined after you helped everyone stop Ultron before he could create that indestructible body and destroy the world.”

“Yes, that’s true. Although I wish I could’ve saved my brother, too.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you lost him...or that you even had a brother.”

“It’s okay,” Wanda assures you with a smile as she lets go of Natasha, shifting to the other side of the elevator to grab your free hand. “I asked Fury to keep Pietro a secret because I didn’t want to see or hear any negative opinions from people that never even met him.”

“And we have plenty of time to get to know each other,” Natasha chimes in as the doors open to reveal a new setting. “This is our floor. We set up a spare bedroom here so we can spend time together away from the boys...when you’re not with Peter, of course.”

“Yeah, that’d be great!”

They lead you past their living room and kitchen, and you shamelessly admire the simple decor with little personal touches spread about. Turning into a hallway, Natasha walks ahead of you and Wanda to open a door to a bedroom.

“What do you think?” she asks with a smile that widens upon seeing your expression. “I’m guessing it’s good, then.”

“It’s perfect!” you cry out as you walk past to enter the room, immediately noticing the eggshell colored walls trimmed with your favorite color along the borders. “Wow, this is four times the size of a normal bedroom. Wait a minute.”

“Do you like it?” Wanda asks when she sees you pick up the glass figurine on the nightstand. “Peter mentioned your love of this animal and I have a whole collection of them from different places.”

“Like it? I love it! I have the same one in my dorm room!”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I can get you a different one.” She steps forward as she brings your suitcase to the floor beside the bed and you hug the small object close to your chest.

“Like I said, it’s perfect,” you assure her with a grin, which brings one to her own face.

“Well, I’m glad you’re happy with the set up. When you’re ready to head up to dinner, we’ll be waiting by the elevator. Also, if you ever need anything, our room is right across the hall.”

Natasha points to the closed door a few feet away, and you acknowledge her statement with a nod before they leave the room, closing your door nearly all the way behind them. You flop down on the bed with a dreamy sigh as you gaze up at the ceiling with a night sky painted on it.

“I don’t think I’ll ever want to leave this place.”

On the elevator ride up to join everyone for dinner, Natasha and Wanda take turns asking you questions about your classes and any friends you’d made, what you liked to do when you weren’t studying. You had to admit that the level of interest they had with you was shocking but flattering, especially when they insisted you sit between them at the table to continue your conversation.

“You don’t seem to be nervous anymore,” Peter acknowledges as you sit down, and Wanda faces you immediately.

“Were you nervous about meeting us?”

“Well, yeah,” you answer timidly, avoiding catching anyone’s curious glances by directing a glare toward Peter. “You might be normal people in here, but to the rest of the world, you’re portrayed as powerful and untouchable beings.”

“Maybe when they’re not talking about how much damage we’ve caused,” Bruce mumbles under his breath as the elevator doors opened again.

“I’m here, I’m here!” a voice calls as footsteps hurry toward the dining area, and Sam Wilson is revealed as he rounds the corner. “Sorry, I’m late. I was--”

“On a date, we know. You only told us that 500 times.”

“Don’t be jealous, old man. You’re married.” Sam grins at Clint as he sits next to him before his attention turns to you. “Do we have a newbie?”

“No, Mr. Wilson. This is my best friend, Y/N.”

“Call me Sam, kid.” He smiles at you as he goes for his silverware, and you’re just about to acknowledge him when his expression suddenly turns serious. “I’m sorry. You’re not a kid. You’re an independent and capable adult, and I should address you as such.”

“What the hell was that?”

“I don’t know.” Sam clears his throat and shakes his head as if he was clearing his mind. “I just suddenly felt the need to correct myself…You have any powers we should know about, Y/N?”

“No!” you quickly respond with widened eyes. “I wasn’t going to say anything, actually. I’m pretty used to older people calling me kid by now.”

From your left side, Natasha asks Clint to recall an embarrassing tale for you and the table livens up again, but you can’t seem to move past the unsettling way Sam shifted gears from calm and casual to uptight and disciplined. The image stayed with you through the rest of dinner even after he seemed to fully recover, until dishes were cleared away and replaced with games, and you suddenly had a lot more to focus on.

“I just don’t think it’s fair that he gets to be on your team again when I haven’t had him once.”

“Is anything fair with the guy who could use his personalized AI to cheat for him?”

“Could I do that? Yes. But have I done that? Maybe.”

“Wanna grab some fresh air with us?” Natasha suddenly asks you, causing you to frown.

“Aren’t we about to play another game?”

“It’ll take them another half hour before they finally decide something,” Wanda assures you as her fingers thread through yours gently. “We have plenty of time, and they won’t even notice we’re gone.”

They lead you by the hand to the elevator once more, going up a few floors before leading you out onto a balcony. Because you were so much higher than most of the surrounding buildings, there was an incredible view of the sun that was probably minutes away from disappearing to the other side of the world. The air is chillier than when you’d arrived, but you had to admit that standing in the cool breeze is worth a few goosebumps on your skin. Your hands are released as you reach a bench near the ledge, and you climb over it to sit as the other two women settle on either side of you.

“Why did Peter decide to share his secret with you?”

“Technically he didn’t,” you recall with a laugh. “He’d gone out to deal with something that activated his spider sense or whatever and I came to his dorm room to sleep after an exam because I was too tired to walk all the way to my place. Anyway, I walk in at the same time he’s coming back in through the window, and I swear we both sat there for a full two minutes before either of us could think of anything to say.”

“It’s still very nice of you to keep such a big secret for him,” Natasha praises, and your laughter quiets down as you take in her words.

“I guess I just know what it feels like to not want your life to change drastically because of one thing.” Your gaze shifts between the women for a moment. “That reminds me, I wanted to ask--”

“Wait, look at this!” Wanda quickly cuts you off with an enthusiastic grin. “You’re about to witness one of my favorite things about living here.”

She directs you to lean over and look at the streets as the sun finally disappears over the horizon, and you can’t help the small gasp that escapes you. Street lights begin turning on at what seems to be the center of the city and quickly spreading, increasing the radius of well-lit neighborhoods by the second. It was a mesmerizing sight that--until every lamp was on--nearly made you forget the question you were building toward.

“That was so cool!” you express honestly before clearing your throat awkwardly. “So I wanted to ask if the two of you were dating...or in a relationship or whatever. I mean, I don’t want to assume anything of course, just wondering because you share a room and floor, and you seem to be really into holding hands.”

“Well, I’d never really been into holding hands or a lot of other forms of affection before I met Wanda, but she seemed to flip some switch inside of me.” Natasha admitted with a bashful chuckle as she glanced at Wanda before turning to study you. “And your hands are so perfect to hold.”

“To answer your question, we are together.” Wanda rests a hand on your thigh and casts a sweet smile in your direction when you face her again. “Natasha was the first to give me a chance after everything with Ultron, and initially I thought I was just feeling grateful to receive some type of positive attention from someone other than Pietro. It wasn’t until Tash called me out on staring at her lips that I realized I wanted more than friendship.”

“The only reason I did was to confirm she was feeling the same things I’d finally come to terms with myself.” Natasha chuckles as Wanda sends over a bit of red mist to squeeze her own thigh. “What about you, love?”

“What about me?”

“Do you think you’re feeling more than friendship for Peter?”

“Oh no,” you quickly denied with a chuckle. “He’s the perfect example of a great boyfriend, but not my boyfriend. Plus I’d rather not have the same experience as MJ did.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know, the ‘close friends to a relationship that ends with each person pretending the other doesn’t exist’ experience. I’d rather not.”

“Yeah, that does sound messy,” Natasha sighs as she subtly rests her hand on your other thigh. “So you’re not looking for a great boyfriend. What are you looking for then?”

“Nothing really, at least until I finish school, but having a girlfriend would be nice. I’d like to be with someone that respects me and can take care of themselves when I’m not around, because I tried the ‘caring for someone’ thing and it sucks when they don’t put in the same effort that you do.”

“Maybe you should try someone older, more mature,” Natasha suggests as she shifts to squeeze your knee lightly, and you start to feel a bit nervous about where she’s going with this. “Maybe two people that already have their shit together and would go to the ends of the earth to please you.”

“Okay, um…” You push both of their hands away with a bit of difficulty. “You both seem great and you’re incredibly attractive, but I’m not really interested.”

“Don’t worry about it, detka.” Natasha pushes your shoulder down as you try to get up, and Wanda cups your cheek with her hand.

“You may not be interested now…” She stands with Natasha and leans in to kiss your forehead, letting her lips linger on your skin as she continues. “But you will be.”

She pulls away and winks before lacing her fingers through Natasha’s as they leave the balcony, and you gasp in air as the tension they’d built seems to exit behind them. You finally decide to head back once you’ve taken a few minutes to catch your breath and calm your shaking limbs, but you wonder how long the calm will truly last.

You found yourself waking up suddenly and practically flying into a sitting position as if someone had pulled you up, but luckily the room is empty. You sit for a moment to catch your breath and survey your surroundings to assure you’re truly alone, and you notice your door is cracked right before you hear an unidentifiable sound.

“Fuck.”

Despite every fiber of your being screaming at you as one would do to a character in a horror film, you decide to climb out of bed to investigate what you were hearing, justifying your actions with the excuse of seeing if your floor-mates were in danger, as if you could save them. A few seconds after opening your door fully and peeking out made you realize that they were more than okay.

“Fuck! Right there, please don’t stop.”

“Such a dirty mouth, malyshka.”

You’re quick to return the door to its cracked position, leaning against the nearby wall with wide eyes as you attempt to process the image across the hall. The bedroom door sits wide open, giving you the chance to examine every inch of bare skin of the two women spread across the bed, Wanda resting on her arched back with her hands in Natasha’s red hair buried between her legs. Her moans seem to raise in volume, pitch and frequency as she’s brought closer and closer to the edge, and you ignore the warm feeling in your lower abdomen as you hurry back to bed and throw a pillow over your exposed ear.

“Good morning.”

Your free hand quickly shoots upward to catch your water glass as it slipped through your fingers in your moment of shock, and you try not to make a deal of hearing two sets of footsteps headed toward the kitchen.

“How’d you sleep last night? I know how scary it can be to rest your eyes in a new place.”

“I think I did pretty well,” you answer quietly as you step away from the fridge and lean against a section of the counter that faces out into the rest of the room. “The bed’s really nice.”

“You’re lying,” Wanda accuses as she crosses the room, eyes turning red and hands lifting toward your face.

“What are you--”

“Couldn’t sleep because of us, right?” She chuckles when you go limp under her touch, and Natasha ducks between the two of you to save your glass for the second time. “Did you enjoy hearing us that much?”

“You did sound really good,” you tell her with a drowsy smile as she pins you against the counter to keep you from falling.

“I bet you wish you were in my place, don’t you?” Her tone is light and teasing at first, becoming a bit stern as she shifts to push her thigh between your legs and you instantly roll your hips against the pressure. “Or maybe you want to taste me while Natasha fucks you?”

“No.”

“No?!” she fires back immediately, leaving a red mist around your temples as she grabs your waist with both hands to keep you grinding against her. “You mean you don’t want to cum right now?”

“Well, now that you mention it…”

A breathy moan escapes you as your eyes flutter closed, and if your head wasn’t being forcefully held in place, it would’ve tipped backward. You feel what must be Natasha’s fingertips grazing along your jaw and tracing a line down the side of your neck and toward your shoulder, repeating the gentle motion as goosebumps appeared all over the exposed skin.

“Is everyone decent?”

The fog behind your eyes seems to clear in seconds, and you blink in confusion when you open your eyes to see Natasha and Wanda making coffee nearby. You try to recall even coming into the kitchen, but everything from the moment you stepped into the bathroom to get ready is a blur, so you shake your head and reach for your glass of water on the counter as Natasha responds.

“Come in, Peter.”

“Morning, everyone,” Peter greets cheerfully as he enters the kitchen, his grin falling when his eyes land on you. “Are you okay?”

You open your mouth with the full intention of telling him that you are not okay, not when you were missing at least an hour of memory, and bits of last night were slipping away from you too. But before you could speak, a cold feeling seems to pass through the back of your skull to slip into your brain, and a switch flips.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” you respond with a chuckle. “You worry too much, spiderling.”

“The world’s a stressful place,” he grumbles when you playfully ruffle his hair. “Anyway, are you ready to go soon?”

“Where are you headed?” Natasha quickly asks with a frown. “Y/N hasn’t even had breakfast yet.”

“We’re meeting Aunt May, so we’ll eat with her.”

“I just have to grab my bag,” you explain before heading down the hall to your temporary room, feeling the chilly sensation leaving you as you get further away from the kitchen, and it thankfully doesn’t return when you head back. “Ready.”

“Have fun!” Natasha calls as Peter heads for the elevator again, quickly grabbing your wrist once he’s out of sight. “See you tonight, printsessa.”

Her hand quickly shifts to grip the back of your neck as she leans in to kiss your cheek, and the two women are wearing sweet smiles as you turn away from them to catch up with Peter, attempting to shake the shell-shocked expression from your features.

“You sure you’re good?”

“I’m fine,” you insist as the doors close, in hopes that you really would be fine.

Meeting Peter’s aunt was much more of a pleasant experience than you expected, and it was obvious she adored you by the way she spoke to you, although part of you felt she was just happy Peter had more people around to love him. Your day was cut a bit short when MJ unexpectedly approached Peter, requesting to talk to him, and Aunt May offered to drive you back to the tower so you both could escape that awkward mess of a conversation.

“It was so great to meet you today,” you tell her with a grin as you take off your seatbelt.

“Likewise, honey. You have my number so just call me if you ever need anything, okay?”

She pulls you into a hug over the middle console and you thank her again for the ride as you get out of the car, trying not to seem too nervous when you notice Natasha and Wanda standing in the lobby. Your plan was to walk past them without speaking, but you should’ve known that wouldn’t work.

“Why was she hugging you?” Natasha asks coldly as you enter the building and you sigh.

“She was just saying goodbye--wait. Why am I explaining myself to you?”

You keep walking until they’re no longer in your peripheral, stopping abruptly as a red mist surrounds your legs, and your eye-rolling is cut short when Wanda appears in front of you and grabs your chin harshly.

“If Tash asks you a question, you answer.”

“Without attitude,” Natasha adds, which makes you want to roll your eyes again.

“Sorry, I didn’t get the rules handbook when I arrived. Can I go now?”

“You know what?” Wanda cuts off Natasha’s angry response with a smirk. “You can go.”

The red mist surrounding you disappeared, and despite the suspicious feeling that washed over you, you continued on toward the elevator with your head held high. You refused to let them get to you.

It was subtle at first. A slight tingling between your legs that you couldn’t seem to get rid of. In the very beginning, you were worried that something was wrong until you realized where the feeling was coming from when it turned into slow circles around your clit as you caught up with Peter in his room. By dinner, there was the added sensation of fingers curling inside you at a steady pace, and you hoped no one would notice your hips slightly bucking under the table as you attempted to repeatedly chase a release that never came.

A movie follows dinner today, and you make sure to cover yourself with a large blanket because you were still being edged and you couldn’t stop moving at this point. You even try to slide your hand into your sweatpants to finish the job yourself, and your jaw clenches in anger every time your fingers lock up because you know who’s responsible.

“Okay, you win!” you announce as you walk into the kitchen on Natasha and Wanda’s private floor, not missing the look shared between the two women. “I’m sorry I was rude earlier. Can you please just stop teasing me?”

“How about we help you finish instead?”

You should decline. You should just say ‘no’ because letting them finish you off tonight will turn into an attachment that you know you don’t want, nor are you ready for. Inviting them in will be equivalent to selling your soul, and you’re not sure you want to put a price on it. But the ache below your stomach is persistent, and if they won’t let you touch yourself, someone has to do it.

“Fine.”

“Don’t be so grumpy about it,” Wanda teases as she grabs your hand and starts leading you toward their bedroom. “I promise you won’t regret it.”

She pushes you back onto the surprisingly large bed as soon as you’re close enough, instructing you to take off your shirt and bra while she watches. Once your top half is completely exposed, she leans forward to run her hands from your shoulders down toward your nipples, circling them with her thumbs until they harden.

“I don’t like being teased.”

“Oh, you don’t?” she asks in a mocking tone as she reaches for the band of your sweatpants and pulls them down, placing her palm over the wet spot in your panties. “Then what’s this?”

“Please,” you beg through a quiet moan, bucking your hips again when she presses her thumb against your clit through the fabric. “Please just fuck me already.”

“Patience, detka.”

You watch with wide eyes as Natasha and Wanda both strip away their own sweatpants, revealing the toys tied to their legs. Natasha goes to untie hers while Wanda uses her powers to rip away your ruined panties in one fluid motion.

“There she is.”

Natasha puts her hand on Wanda’s back and forces her to bend over, and you bite your lip as her eyes flutter closed and mouth falls open while Natasha thrusts into her. You’re just about to grab Wanda’s hand to lead her where you want, when her eyes open suddenly with a glowing red surrounding her pupils, and your wrists are bound together over your head by an invisible force.

“Did you forget who’s in charge here?”

“Don’t get too cocky, malyshka,” Natasha reminds her as she grabs a fistful of her hair and slams into her, causing Wanda to moan and giggle at the same time.

“My apologies, Tash.”

You couldn’t help your sigh of relief as Wanda finally slid two fingers inside of you, her thrusts deepening each time as Natasha fucked her toward you with her hands on her hips. The sounds coming from your mouth and between your legs were embarrassingly loud, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as she brought you closer and closer to the edge, until a loud whine escaped you as she removed her fingers and delivered a slap to your glistening folds.

“Tell me who this belongs to,” she orders through her own moans, holding you down when you begin grinding into her hand. “I’m gonna cum regardless of what you do, so you’d better answer. Be a good girl like I know you can.”

“Yours!” you cry out finally, sighing when Natasha leans into your line of sight with a brow raised. “It’s yours and Natasha’s.”

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

She slips back into you without warning, and your back arches off the bed as she finally brings you to orgasm. She continues to thrust into you as you whine and squirm away, luckily slowing down and finally stopping as Natasha makes her cum a minute later, leaving the strap inside of her as they both catch their breath. Wanda pulls out of you and sits up to lean against her, holding her hand up between them as they both clean your cum off her fingers with their tongues, and you sit there clenching around nothing as you watch.

“You seem tired,” Natasha comments as her eyes land on you again.

“Too bad we’re not done.”

Wanda flips you onto your stomach with a quick motion of her fingers, using her hands to pull you by the waist until you’re on your knees at the edge of the bed, and she holds one side of your waist as she delivers a slap to your ass this time. Her touch lingers as she pulls away to free her own strap, and you nearly fall over when you feel the tip of the toy rub against your clit.

“Wait, let me fuck her this time.”

You hear their soft laughter as they switch places, sharing a kiss in the process, and you gasp when a hand wraps around your neck and pulls you up against Natasha’s chest.

“I like having you this close to me, printsessa,” she whispers in your ear, chuckling when you melt against her as she pushes the tip of her strap into you. “How many times do you think I can get you to cum?”

Her grip on your throat is loose as she allows you to adjust to the size, tightening suddenly when she slams into you once, twice, until every thrust is at a rough pace that you wouldn’t be able to handle if she wasn’t holding you against her by the waist. You feel that same tingling circling your clit again, occasionally traveling upward to tease your nipples as well, and it wasn’t long before you were releasing a strangled scream as you climaxed.

Natasha eventually stops thrusting into you as your legs shake, and you breathe out another sigh of relief when she allows you to fall onto the mattress. However, the relief is short-lived when you realize that she only paused to let Wanda push into her from behind, and it wasn’t long before the two of them found a rhythm that was pleasing them and ruining you.

Your wrists are freed as Natasha pulls out of you some minutes later, and you collapse onto one side of the bed with your body aching a bit from a third orgasm, your eyes only halfway open as you watch the pair. They remove the straps from their waists and set them aside, and you become a bit more alert when you notice Natasha grab what seems to be a double-ended dildo.

“No more. I can’t,” you mumble tiredly as your wrists are bound by Wanda’s power again.

“One more, and you can,” she tells you as she flops onto the bed beside you, and that red mist surrounds her fingers again as she guides you onto your knees to hover above her face. “You wanted to cum, so you don’t get to run from this.”

Her hands grab your waist and pull you closer, and you release a shuddering moan as her tongue runs past your hole and over your clit, teasing it a few times with the tip of her tongue before diving in to wrap her lips around it. She alternates between sucking your clit and slipping inside you as Natasha climbs on the bed behind you to position herself with the new toy.

“Fuck,” Wanda attempts to say once Natasha begins thrusting, and you fall forward as the vibration of her moans become too much, whining when Natasha slides her hands over your breasts and pulls you back up again.

“Take it all like a good girl.”

She keeps pulling until your head drops against her, and she moans against your neck while she kisses and sucks on your skin, bouncing faster on Wanda who groans loudly in response as she attempts to match each thrust. The hums of her voice has you grinding against her tongue, and you yelp when Natasha bites down just as Wanda brings you over the edge. She keeps going despite your protests, managing to get you to cum once more before they finally do.

You lie there with your bones feeling like jelly as you’re covered with a blanket minutes after everyone’s bathroom trip, too tired to even fight for sleeping in your own bed as Natasha and Wanda slide in on either side of you.

“You did so well tonight, detka,” Wanda praises as she strokes your cheek with a loving stare. “I can tell you’ll be a great addition to our relationship. I knew it from the moment I saw you.”

“I’m not doing this again,” you insist as the smile fades from her expression. “I’m not getting in a relationship with two women that don’t take ‘no’ for an answer, and I’d prefer sleeping in my own bed.”

“You’re already in a relationship with us, printsessa,” Natasha growls as she shoves you back down when you try to get up, and you push her hand away.

“There’s nothing you can say that’ll make me want to be with you.”

“It’s not about what you want to do. It’s about what you have to do.” She grabs your phone from the nightstand, and you’re somehow not even surprised when she unlocks it on the first try. “Because it’d be a shame if someone was to tell Peter about all the nudes you have of him.”

You snatch the phone from her grip, eyes widening as you scroll through your camera roll, finding naked pictures of Peter scattered throughout it. You check the date on the oldest one and began to feel nauseous when you saw it was taken not even a month after the two of you met.

“Don’t think you’ll be deleting those either, because we can replace them and make things worse.” Her smile was falsely sweet and troubling as she grabbed your chin to force you to make eye contact. “We’ve gone this long without having you, and we’ll do whatever it takes not to lose you.”

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panic-at-the-fiction · 3 years

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The Finnick games

Summary: (y/n) is reaped to go back into the 75th hunger games along with some of her closest friends. She finds she has mixed feelings about Finnick Odair being reaped to go in as well.

Warnings: It’s short and painful

A/N: this is a sort of part three to the other story I wrote about Finnick Odair, and also, how amazing is Sams acting in those scenes on the beach and with the birds?!? Impeccable

All I could feel was blood. It was everywhere, down my throat, in my hair, covering every inch of me. And it just kept coming. Raining down, hot and thick. But I can stop moving now, I can’t die drowning in other people's blood.

I keep hold of Johanna's arm and I pull us both along. We keep Wiress and Beetee running in front of us. Blight was running along with us, somewhere to our right. I couldn’t see him, but when the explosion went off, and I heard the scream, I knew before the cannon went off that he was dead. There must have been something to our right that caused it. At least, I hope it’s only to our right. I steer the group to the left, and we don’t stop running.

Maybe 20 minutes later, the blood stops pouring. The second we no longer feel more hitting us, we stop and feel out around us. I take a big leaf from a nearby plant and use it to wipe my face. I’m still covered in blood, but I can open my eyes now.

I help the others wipe their faces, and we all quickly notice one thing. There’s no blood on anything except what we’ve touched. It doesn’t matter, we have to find water, and hopefully Finnick, Mags and the tributes of twelve. None of this works without twelve, and Finnick was in charge of getting them out of the opening bloodbath. I guess they decided the cornucopia wasn’t enough this year and added an actual bloodbath this time.

We stumbled into trees and branches for hours before we hit the beach. It wasn’t drinkable water, but we could clean ourselves of the blood and move on. We walked out into the open area. Beetee and Wiress ran to the water, but Johanna and I looked around for any possible attackers. The careers could still be anywhere at this point in the game.

“(Y/N)!” I nearly jump at the sound of my name, and I turn around, searching for where it came from. I can barely make him out from the blood in my eyes, but I know his voice anywhere.

“Finnick!” I take off down the beach for him. Stumbling in the sand as I can barely run. I’ve only seen sand on victor tours to district 4, but Finnicks so used to it, he gets to me in no time. I basically jump into his arms, and he catches me with ease. Can barely see through the tears and blood, but I wrap my arms and legs around him and bury my face in his shoulder.

He keeps his arms wrapped tight around me like I’ll disappear.

I hold him for as long as I can. I wasn’t sure I could kiss him knowing we’re on national television, and he has sponsors to worry about (that and all the blood), but he grabs my face and crashes his lips into mine. We’ve really only had that one night together so far and who knows if will both make it out alive, so the kiss was filled with as much passion as a kiss can get. When I pull away, he pushes my hair away from my face and helps get the blood out of my eyes. He’s face is blank, and his eyes seem distant and void. I push his hands from my face and hold them. “Finnick, what happened?”

I can see the tears he’s holding back. “I lost Maggs.” My heart breaks with him and I pull him back down for another embrace.

“Finn, I’m so sorry.” He keeps his head buried in my hair and I try to comfort him as best I can. But out here in the arena, there's nothing I can really do for him.

“It’s not like she would have made it out of here anyway.” He shook his head.

“Maggs was a smart woman; she knew what she was doing when she volunteered. She knew what was at stake here.” He meets my eyes and he nods. We both know we can’t talk about the plan between the tributes, but he knows maggs gave her life for more than just games. She gave it to the rebellion.

He lets go of me and pulls himself together. There’s still a fight to be won here. I reach my hand out for his check, and he closes his eyes at the touch. He smiles lightly and grabs my hand in his.

“When did you two start shagging?” Johanna clamps her hand down on my shoulder, interrupting our moment. “Just a few days ago, I could have sworn you both wanted to rip each other’s throats out.” She leaned in and only sort of whispered, “is it a play for the games? You two love birds get to leave hand in hand like them two over there?” She pointed at Katniss and Peeta.

“Good to see you too, Johanna.” Finnick said, smiling.

“You won’t believe the day we had. It started to rain, and I thought it was water, but it was blood. Hot thick blood. We were running around blind. That’s when Blight hit the force field. He wasn’t much, but he was from home.” She had a solemn look, staring off into the distance. “Somehow we managed to get out with nuts and bolts over here.” She frowned as “nuts” started her ticktock sounds again, and she left to try to get her to hush up.

Finnick looked back over to me with a small smile, “Why don’t we go get you cleaned up, and you can tell me more about it.”

“Yeah, I think that would be okay.”

y’all I’m running out of puns for Finnick stories and I want to write more! Please send hunger game puns. Not a joke I need these!

#finnick odair x y/n #finnick odair x you #finnick odair x reader #finnick x y/n #finnick x you #finnick x reader #finnick imagine #finnick odair #hunger games x reader #hunger games fanfiction

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callme-barnes · 3 years

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Drunk Crushin’

*GIF is not mine*

Summary: You have a night out with the girls to get your mind off of your ex. Now your in the tower confessing things you wouldn’t be if you were sober.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader (with powers)

Word Count: 1,842

Warnings: None

A/N: Please do not repost my work anywhere! I wrote it for Tumblr so it stays on Tumblr. I’m trying to get back in the swing of writing things because well, I love writing. It’s been literal years since I’ve written anything so please be kind. I kind of just put this out as it goes. I don’t want to think about it too much or I will never publish anything. Anyways, for this pic I gave the reader the ability to manipulate nature but it doesn’t play a huge part in it. All mistakes are mine. Enjoy otherwise!

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The euphoric feeling of the satin dress on your skin was mixing in nicely with the feeling of too much alcohol in your system. The alcohol heightened the smooth sensation on your skin and the music caused you to sway from side to side to the rhythm, flashing lights dancing across the exposed skin of your legs, arms, and chest. Natasha and Wanda surrounded you, the pair of them a lot more sober than you were.

“Y/N/N...how are you feeling?”

You managed to open your eyes at hearing your name, although it sounded muffled due to your intoxication.

“I feel...amazing! Who...who needs men. Right? Right!”

Wanda couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped her lips at your response

“Babe maybe we should have you drink some water. You’ve been on the dancefloor for hours” she mentioned in slight concern but also was amused at how carefree and happy you were in that moment.

“I’ll take...I’ll take another shot” you said blissfully, looking at Natasha and Wanda before you reached over and moved your arms around each of their shoulders

“Thank you guys so much...I...I needed this so much. I can’t believe...believe he would do something like that. I mean...what...what the fuck was he thinking?! And in my bed for fucks sake”

Wanda and Natasha moved to walk you towards a small corner booth, Wanda excusing herself so she could get you some water.

“Don’t worry about him babe. He was a fucking asshole. I couldn’t stand him. If I had a chance to cut his head off I would”

Y/N laughed to herself as she leaned into Natasha, resting her head on her shoulder, her own head spinning.

“I love you Natasha. And you Wanda!”

Wanda laughed at your coo and she slipped into the empty seat next to you helping you get your water bottle open

“I love you too babe. Now, let’s get you sobered up just a little and get you back to the compound”

You don’t even know how the conversation was started due to your head not really remembering any complex thoughts, but your mouth was running as if you knew exactly what you were talking about.

“He’s...holy fuck, if I could get my hands on that man. He is probably...probably the hottest man I have ever laid eyes on. I’m glad he managed to get into this era because...I mean, the 40’s didn’t appreciate him much”

Natasha had her arm wrapped around your waist, your heels clacking on the hardwood floor and your dress had ridden up dangerously short above your thigh. You were smiling to yourself as images of Bucky Barnes flooded your mind, your intoxicated brain flashing the most sinful, perverted thoughts.

“Have you seen the man workout...when he’s all sweaty and...out of breath”

Wanda set your stuff down on the counter with a small smirk on her face as she listened to you go on about the super soldier, having known all this by now. She had always agreed not to read your mind but you didn’t exactly make it hard to notice sometimes. She was pretty sure everybody in the tower knew about your crush on Bucky.

“Sorry Y/N, you’re the only one who has noticed that I’m afraid”

Natasha set you down on one of the stools, Wanda moving to stand next to you to keep you upright. You swayed a bit to yourself, looking around in a haze.

“Oh come on! Don’t tell me. We’ve all been in the same room with the guy! He once took his shirt off during a sparring match with Steve and I haven’t stopped...thinking about it since. But you gotta....you gotta shhh because my boyfriend would get mad if he knew”

Natasha laughed slightly as she took some snacks from the cupboard noticing Bucky walking into the kitchen Before he got a chance to ask what you guys were up to, you let out a scoff as you looked over drunkenly at Wanda

“Oh wait….I almost, forgot! I don’t even...have a boyfriend! Not anymore. Fucking bastard. He...you know what. Fuck that guy. I think I’m pretty hot, I am a...I can make life grow with these hands!” you say as you hold up your hands in front of both you and Wanda, Wanda reaching over and grabbing onto them causing you to lean into her chest, your eyes looking up

“You think...you think I’m hot don’t you Wanda?”

Bucky watched the display in front of him, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge then looked over at Natasha

“What’s all that about?”

Natasha ate a chip and looked over at Bucky speaking quietly, “She found Leo in bed with another woman this morning”

Bucky’s eyebrows shot up, a bit in surprise but more so in disdain. He figured that’s how that guy would go out. Bucky would constantly see his wandering eyes when you would bring him around, even go far as catching up all up on some girl once. Leo had just laughed it off and said it wasn’t what it had looked like before before walking back to you. Since that day Bucky made sure to keep a close eye on him, which put Leo on his guard and just made it harder to catch him

“Asshole. How did she take it? Why didn’t she tell me?”

Natasha looked at Bucky with a knowing stare, “You know why she didn’t tell you. She hasn’t exactly been that open about her relationship since that day you told her you caught him on some girl at the BBQ last year”

Bucky drank more of his water and sighed, his gaze moving up to see you interacting with Wanda. He couldn’t help the slight smile that was on his lips as Wanda pushed hair from your face and spoke to you in a quiet, calming voice.

“Whose Natasha talking to? Hey Nat! I’m the drunk one here you’re not supposed to be the one talking….to yourself”

Natasha smiled in amusement as she ate more chips from the bag, “I’m not babe, I’m talking to Bucky”

Your eyes widened immediately as you straightened up from Wanda’s body and fumbled around with your hair, “Holy shit! Why didn’t you...tell me. Wanda how do I look?”

Wanda let out a laugh and shook her head as you loudly whispered to her, her hand going to hold onto you and smooth out your hair

“You look lovely Y/N/N”

You looked in Bucky’s general direction, a smile on your face at his words. You brought your chin to rest on your open palm on top of the counter, your eyes closing and opening so you could try to focus

“Y/N, Wanda and I are going to get out of this clothes and we’re going to bring you a change of clothes. Are you okay with Bucky for a few minutes?”

You let out a soft grumble in agreement, your eyes now just staying shut.

“Yeah. I mean as long as...he doesn’t take off his shirt because I wouldn’t remember it in the morning and that would be...a waste of a strip tease”

Bucky laughed a bit as he walked over and stood next to you to keep you upright, “Don’t worry doll my shirt will stay on”

Wanda and Natasha laughed to themselves before making their way to their rooms to change. Y/N felt her body sway to rest against Bucky’s torso, her head on his chest before Bucky moved to rest a hand on your waist

“Come on Y/N we should get you in a more stable seat”

You groaned as Bucky helped you up off the stool and made his way to the couch

“Bucky, you were right. I’m sorry, I should have...listened to you”

Bucky moved to set you down on the couch, taking a seat next to you “Right about what sweetheart?”

“About Leo...he was, he’s an asshole. That day at the BBQ, I knew...I knew you were telling me the truth. I just..do you know I had caught him talking to other women all the time? On his phone, when we went out. I just...I was so embarrassed. I didn’t want it to be true”

You moved to lay your head down in his lap and sniffled, “I tried everything, he just...I should have accepted that he didn’t want me”

Bucky moved his hand to push your hair out of your face, his other hand resting around your form “Don’t beat yourself up Y/N/N. He never deserved you. He’s an idiot if I’ve ever met one. And I’ve met many. If you want I can go scare him for you. You know, rough him up a little bit”

You laughed softly and shook your head, “It’s okay. Thank you though”

Bucky looked down as he continued to run his hand through your hair, watching as you held up one of your hands, “I should’ve choked him out with a vine when I had the chance”

He let out a loud laugh at this, his hand reaching up to take yours and set it down on your hip, “Calm down there Little Shop of Horrors”

Nat and Wanda entered the living area, clothes in hand, “Alright little lady let’s get you out of these clothes. Thank you Barnes”

Bucky helped you sit up, getting up when Wanda and Natasha sat down,“Bucky can’t leave. He smells nice, and he’s comfortable”

“Bucky can’t watch us change you sweetie. Remember, waste of a strip tease?”

Bucky smiled and turned around as Nat and Wanda helped you out of your dress and into a large t-shirt and shorts, “It’s okay I’d strip for that man any day”

Wanda scoffed with a laugh, Bucky’s smile growing into a happy little smirk at your words

“He’s still in the room lady behave”

“Oops, sorry”

You let out a drunken giggle as Wanda and Nat finished up, “Alright Bucky you can turn around. You’re welcome to join us. We’re just going to pop in a movie so we can keep an eye on her for the night”

Bucky nodded as he took his seat next to you again, letting you get comfortable in his lap again, his hand finding a comfortable spot on your waist.

“Psst...hey Nat you think I...got a chance with Bucky?”

Bucky looked down with a small smirk since Natasha was on the other sofa turning on the TV, “Absolutely doll”

You let out a content mumble of ‘thank god’ before stretching out your arm across Bucky’s lap.

“You know she’s not going to remember any of this when she wakes up right?”

Bucky looked up at Wanda before looking back down at your form

“Oh I know. That’s what’s going to make my days so much better for what I have planned”

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #marvel drabble #bucky barnes drabble #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes fluff #marvel fluff #bucky barnes

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atticsandwitch · 3 years

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Obey me characters with an MC who does reckless things because they're afraid of being a burden.

Self indulgent, comfort, angst Less headcannons, more drabbles.

First, in a group chat without MC: House of Lamentation (7) Satan: I just found MC in the kitchen, trying to open a can with a chef knife. Mammon: WHAT Mammon: Why would they wanna do something like that?? Asmo: (Wide eyed emoji) Belphie: Yea, that's stupid even for Mammon Mammon: HEY! Satan: They couldn't find the can opener, and they said they didn't want to bother anyone. Levi: That's actually kind of cute. Levi: It's just like the main character of this anime I just started watching who acts really tough and independent, but deep down is afraid to ask for help and just wants to be loved! Satan: That's not all Lucifer: it's not? Satan: Solomon saw MC yesterday climbing the bookshelves in the RAD library. Satan: Apparently they'd reached the sixth shelf before he could levitate them and the book they needed back to the ground. Beel: Are all humans like this? Lucifer: No. It seems we've found a particularly troublesome one. Levi: Actually I saw them do something similar earlier this week. Asmo: Oh no. Asmo: I bet Mammon's having a heart attack rn Mammon: (sweaty nervous emoji) Levi: They were standing on the counter trying to reach something on the top of the cabinets waaaay in the back. Belphie: That's not that bad Levi: They were also standing on an upside down pot because they were still too short. Levi: and they were wearing heels. Lucifer: Everyone, make sure to keep an eye on MC as often as possible

Lucifer

Sighs out loud reading the group chat

"And here I thought I would just have to protect MC from demon attacks"

He decides to have a talk with you once he gets a little time, and not just about safety. He has a whole lecture planned out about climbing the book cases at RAD.

Unfortunately he's swamped with paperwork and bills to go through, so he doesn't have the chance to talk to you right away.

The next day, however, you're all invited to the Demon Lord's Castle for another overnight retreat, or event of some sort.

Everyone is having fun and causing a ruckus, as usual, and at some point during the evening the group loses you.

You excuse yourself to go to the bathroom, but the palace is so huge you get lost even with directions. At a certain point you know you can find your way back and ask for help, but you can't bring yourself to, and decide to press on to try to find it yourself.

Eventually you find yourself standing in front of an ornate mirror with no reflection. You stop and ponder it for a moment, and as you're about to step away you hear a whisper. You can't make out what it says, but it compels you to step closer. In a corner of the reflected room you notice what looks like a puppet made of bone, with blackened eyes.

"~MC~..." An ethereal whisper, "...c...l...oser..." and in a blink of your eye it's closer to you, and you've stepped closer without realizing it.

Your heart is racing, but you can't stop yourself from reaching out to the mirror. Is it really a mirror...? Another blink and the bone puppet is closer. It tilts it's head at you, and outstretches an arm.

You try to pull back, but realize you can't, you're now mirroring the actions of the puppet as it steps closer, and closer.

Suddenly your vision goes black and you're pulled backwards by the waist, away from the mirror.

After a moment, Lucifer removes his gloved hand from over your eyes, and spins you to face him. He looks worried, frightened almost, but soon regains his composure.

"I thought you were going to the bathroom, MC" He says

It takes you a second to form words again, "I... I was.... I got lost" You had to really think hard about it for a moment.

Lucifer sighs, "You know the castle can be dangerous. If you weren't sure where to go, why not ask someone to show you?"

You were feeling particularly vulnerable after what had just happened, and so decided to be deeply honest, "I'm afraid of being a burden..." you mumble.

He's surprised by the admission, but pulls you close.

"Of all the burdens I've had to shoulder in this life, I promise that you are not one of them, MC" He whispers into your hair as he kisses the top of your head.

Mammon

Immediately goes to find you after he finishes reading the group chat.

He finds you doing something dangerous with a knife again, and grabs your wrist to stop you.

"Oi, human!" He only calls you that when he's angry, which is rare, "What do ya think yer doin'?"

"I'm just-" he cuts you off

"I don' wanna hear it!"

"Then why did you ask?" you're stare at him. Mammon's face reddens and he realizes he's still holding your wrist, so he gently takes the knife out of your hand and sets it down.

"I mean- What's goin' on with ya lately? Everyone says yer doin' a buncha dangerous stuff!" He put his hands on his hips and only resumes eye contact as he finishes his sentence.

"What do you-?"

"Like climbin' bookshelves, and whatever this is-!" He gestures to the knife and you look away. You're silent for a while; too long for Mammon to take, "C'mon, MC, talk to me" His voice finally softens, arms dropping to his sides. You finally meet his eyes, and the look of concern on his face is heartbreaking.

"I like doing things myself..." you can tell he's not buying it, "I... I just don't want to be a burden..." You admit quietly, voice wavering somewhat.

His eyes go wide, "...MC..." he says softly. Mammon pulls you in for a tight hug, one arm wrapping around your shoulders, and the other hand resting on the back of your head, and holds you like he'd do anything in the world to protect you, which he would.

"Listen up, 'cuz Mammon's gonna give you some free advice" you hear a sniffle, and realize he's crying.

His human was hurting like this, and he never even noticed. What kinda demon am I? He thought, but he knew this wasn't about him right now, so he held you tighter.

"You will never be a burden to me...Ya got that?"

Leviathan

Thinks its pretty adorable that you actually seem to be a little tsundere.

Because of this, and his social anxiety, he doesn't confront you about it right away. Not until the jellyfish incident anyway.

One night you're hanging out with Levi in his room, when you notice that one of his jelly fish decorations had fallen to the ground. So, you decide to string it back up for him.

You looked around, Levi absorbed in his game, and tried to judge the distance between the edge of the bed-tub and the ceiling. That should do it! you think, and climb the edge of the bed-tub. The edge was difficult to balance on, but you knew you'd be careful, and you could almost reach.

Levi turned around just in time to see you, arms stretched too far over your head and on your tip toes on the edge of the tub, and watched as you lose balance completely. He saw it, you were going to fall backwards toward the other side of the tub and crack your head!

Now, he may not be as fast as Mammon, but he is still a demon after all, and just as you felt the jolt of the fall as your foot slipped, you felt arms around your middle, pulling you forcefully forward.

Leviathan had jumped to your rescue, unconsciously changing into his demon form, discarding his controller unceremoniously to the floor, and in his panic underestimated his own strength.

The two of you ended up both landing on the floor, you on top of a very red Leviathan.

"Wh-wh-what were you doing normie?! You were about to fall and crack your skull on the tub!"

You guiltily hold up the jellyfish, "I was just trying to fix it"

"Well get a ladder next time!" It's taking everything in Levi to ignore the position your both in, because its' just like that time in- nevermind, this is more important.

"All you had to do was say something! I was sitting right there!" He still hasn't let you go. He sees the look on your face change into something he can't quite get a read on, but whatever it is, is also full of sadness. "You could have died just then, MC. Why wouldn't you just ask for some help?" His voice is softer, "I was right there" and softer still, almost desperate.

"I..." He could tell whatever you were about to say was difficult for you, "I'm just so afraid of being a burden"

He's heartbroken, "You're my best friend, my player two, my Henry th-the- the person I love" He goes red again and quickly continues as if to bury the words beneath more words, "You're a lot of things, MC, but you're not a burden"

Asmodeous

Worrying is bad for the skin. Worrying is bad for the skin. Worrying is bad for the skin. But he can't help it.

One night you get home particularly late, and none of the brothers have seen you. They were about to send out a search party when you finally came home.

When he finds out you walked home alone again, and were so late because you got lost, that's when he finally decides to confront you.

"You walked home alone again? And took WHICH street?! MC don't you know how dangerous it is for a human in the Devildom, especially one with no real magical powers? Not to mention in that area!"

How were you supposed to know? You were lost. He knows these things, but doesn't give you a chance to point them out.

"Beel saw you leave right after classes. If you were so lost why didn't you call one of us?" he asks. The worry and exasperation is plain in his voice.

"I..." you start, "I didn't want to bother anyone that's all" but he can tell there's more to it than that.

"Why are you so worried about bothering us? Don't you know we care about you?" He asks, concern slowly turning to sadness.

"I just don't want to be a burden..."

His eyes go wider than before, which you didn't think was possible. "What in the three realms would give you the idea that you're a burden? MC, you're so precious to me, and if anything were to ever happen, I-"

He begins welling up with tears and pulls you into a tight hug.

"MC, I was worried sick. We all were. Please... Come to me when you need help... I love you"

Satan

He walked in and found you trying to use a chef knife to open a can, brought you the can opener, and ultimately left; not entirely sure what to make of the situation yet.

The next time he saw you, you were climbing on top of an unsteady looking stack of books to reach something in the House's library.

Were those one of his stacks? Had you stacked them yourself? It didn't matter. What mattered was that the books all began slipping out from under you.

He rushed over, and caught you with ease as you fell, but your momentum ended up knocking you both to the ground.

He sighs, "What am I going to do with you?"

"Sorry, " you let out an embarrassed laugh, "Are you okay?"

"Yea, and you?" he asks. You nod, and he helps you up. To his confusion you immediately begin stacking the books back up.

"What do you think you're doing?" He asks, suspicious. It looks like you're about to try to climb the stack again.

"There's a book I need" He was right.

This must be how Lucifer feels. He sighs again, and grabs your hand to stop you.

"You can't keep doing stuff like this, MC. It's dangerous" He looks serious, but his cheeks are a little pink, "I'm worried about you. Why won't you ask for help?"

"I..." You start, but hesitate, averting your eyes.

"Tell me the truth, MC" Satan almost pleads, a sad look in his eyes.

"I don't want to be a burden... that's all..." You say, so quietly it's almost a sigh.

Suddenly it all made sense; the way you tried to hide when you were upset, how you always carried just a little too much, the way you always offered to help, even if there was little work to do... Why hadn't he put the pieces together before now?

"Then, I need you to do something for me" He says, after thinking a moment. He steps closer, "I need you to start asking for help,"

He pulls you close, and hugs you tightly, "I know it'll be difficult, but that's why I'll always be there for you"

He pulls away slightly, still holding you, to look into your eyes. His face is very red now, "I'll do whatever it takes to show you that you're not a burden," Kindness and determination burn in his eyes as he leans in for a kiss.

Beelzebub

He was walking down the hall when he spots you down at the other end near an open window.

The wind blew something out of your hand, so you leaned out the window to try to grab it. This is when Beel got worried, his instincts kicked in and he picked up his pace.

Your homework got caught by the wind, but stopped by some of the vines clinging to the House of Lamentation, so you leaned out the window but it was just out of reach. You knew you could get it if you could reach just a little further, so you lean out a little more... Just a little more...

Unfortunately that's when you lost balance, and felt yourself tip forward. You'd be out the window in no time flat, and then you'd be flattened on the ground.

Thankfully Beel was able to grab you by the waist and hoist you back inside to safety.

You thank him, and explain the situation but he still looks confused.

"Why wouldn't you just come get one of us? We could've easily gotten it down for you" he asks.

"I thought I'd be able to reach" you try, with an embarrassed and unconvincing smile.

"Tell me the truth, MC. Why are you so afraid to ask for help?"

"I don't want to be a burden..." You say softly, sadness written plainly on your face and in your voice.

"Oh" You look up and the sad, sympathetic look Beel gives you makes you want to cry. "I know the feeling"

"You do?" You ask, tears beginning to spill over

"You think I don't know how many problems my stomach causes for everyone?" He gives you a slightly more serious look, "But that doesn't matter" And now a reassuring, although still slightly sad smile, "Because the people who love and care about you will never think of you as a burden. And trust me, MC, there are plenty of people who love and care about you"

"Like who?" You didn't want to ask, part of your brain knew the answer, but you just had to silence those negative voices.

Beel blushed, "Like me" he says, then silently wipes the tears from your face and pulls you into the softest, safest hug you've ever felt.

Belphegor

He wasn't worried at all initially. Sure humans are fragile compared to demons, but they're not that fragile. Plus you've survived this long on your own and now you've got demons, angels, a prince, and a sorcerer all looking out for you. Not to mention the way brothers' tend to exaggerate.

He was laying outside under a large tree, intending to try out a new nap spot, when he saw you leaning out of the window.

He smiled and was about to wave when he realized something was wrong. You were leaning too far out of the window. You were going to-

He jolted upright like he'd been hit by lightning as he watched you lose your balance

He already knew there was no way he'd be able to make it to you in time, even with demonic speed.

Thankfully Beel was there. Belphie let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding when he saw Beel pull you back inside and got up to go make sure you're alright.

He realizes his brothers were right to be worried, and he's angry about it.

You're on your way back to your room by the time he catches up with you, but he can see that your eyes are red from crying, and his anger evaporates. He asks you what's wrong, and you explain everything.

Why you almost fell out the window, your conversation with Beel, and how you're afraid of being a burden.

"Well, Beel's right, you could never be a burden to any of us" He says, so don't even worry about it" he says, giving you an easy smile, despite how sad he felt for his human.

"That's... Easier said than done..." You reply, unconvinced.

"That's why I'll always be by your side, MC. I won't even give you the chance to worry about it!"

He pulls you into a hug and strokes your hair, starting the waterworks all over again. He'll hold you until you've calmed down again, and then pull you up to the attic where you two can make a pillow fort and nap.

He'll probably also start a tickle fight just to hear you laugh again.

Btw, who made you feel this way, MC, he just wants to murder torture talk.

Diavolo

Lucifer has shared his concerns, as he often does, so Diavolo is aware of your reckless nature. He finds it somewhat amusing, but mostly concerning.

It's during one of the events that he finally witnesses it for himself.

He always found it sweet how you tried to help everyone, and you were doing it again. You were running around helping all of the brothers with everything. He doesn't know how those seven managed without you before you came to the Devildom, and the way they rely on you is more than a little amusing.

This time you were helping Asmo with decorations, but he seemed to have disappeared somewhere, no doubt to fix his makeup, or to take a break to avoid sweating too much.

When Diavolo walked in his eyes went wide. You were using progressively taller stacks of chairs to climb the tallest stack in the room in order to hang decorations on the ceiling, and your arms were so full of supplies that there was no way you could balance properly on the already unsteady stacks.

He'd already made it to the base of the stacks when the one you were on started to wobble.

"MC!" he called out in a panic, but this seemed to startle you, and the jolt caused you, the stack of chairs, and all your decorations to come crashing down.

Diavolo caught you effortlessly, and shielded you from any flying chairs in the process.

"Mc, are you okay?" He asks, eyes still wide, "what in the Devildom were you thinking?"

"Sorry, I was just trying to help" you say

He feels anger towards the brothers creeping in the back of his mind. That they would leave you alone, with so much work, and still none of them are to be found after such a loud crash; it's unacceptable. But he pushes those thoughts back for now.

"That was dangerous, even for a demon. You could have been seriously injured just now," The look of concern on his face tugs at your heart.

"Sorry" you mumble again, "You can put me down, now... I should start cleaning up"

"Forgive me for being selfish," He smiles a little, "But I don't think I want to put you down just yet. The clean up can wait"

Your face reddens. You're not sure what to say to that, but you can't deny that it feels good to be held like this in his strong arms.

He looks briefly around at the mess of scattered chairs and decorations that you had intended to hang and clean up by yourself, "Tell me, MC," He looks back to you, "You seem to have a hard time asking for help, why is that?"

You're surprised by the directness of the question, and look away. He notices, and feels a bit guilty, but knows that if things continue the way they are, you will definitely get hurt one day.

"I guess it's because... I'm afraid of being a burden" you answer honestly. You feel that you owe him that much.

"I see..." He hums, then smiles happily, "Then perhaps I should carry you around until you admit that you are not a burden!"

"WHAT?" the look on your face makes him laugh heartily.

"Just kidding!" He chuckles, "...Maybe"

"Diavolo that's- I-"

"You are extraordinary, MC," There's a serious look on his face now, "In fact I could describe you in a million different ways, but the word 'burden' would never be among them"

He begins walking out of the room, still carrying you in his arms.

"What are you doing? What about the decorations?"

"I think I'd like to keep you to myself for the day, if that's alright with you, my dear" Diavolo smiles down at you.

As you two walk down the hall, away from the ballroom you hear the brothers' voices as they enter, "Whoa? What the heck happened in here?" Mammon exclaims.

Barbatos

He had invited you for tea, and you offered to help Barbatos make and serve it.

You try to carry too much, and in your rush drop the entire tray, shattering the beautiful tea set and all of the plates of desserts.

"I'm so sorry!" You immediately bend down and begin tying to pick up the pieces, "I'll replace it-" You stop as you realize that you're not sure you could even afford to replace a royal tea set.

"Allow me to help" Barbatos says, bending down.

"No, no, it's fine! I can get it!" You look up and give him an unconvincing smile, and while you're not paying attention to what you're doing, you slice your hand open on one of the sharp pieces of porcelain.

Barbatos pulls a roll of gauze and bandages out of one of his pockets, "Let's get this taken care of, shall we?" he says, but you're still picking up pieces with your other hand.

"I can do it, I just-..."

"It's only a tea set," As Barbatos stills your frantic hands, he notices your tears.

"I'm sorry," You finally say after a long moment of silence, during which he begins bandaging your injured hand, "I tried to help, but I was still only a burden after all..." Barbatos is surprised by this admission, to say the least.

"You should know that It makes me very happy to be able help and take care of people. I especially enjoy the way your face lights up with a tinge of surprise whenever I do something for you that you are not expecting..." He pauses in thought, and looks as though he's realized something that makes him sad, but whatever it is, he keeps it to himself. He finishes bandaging your hand, and places his on the side of your face.

"MC, It is a pleasure, and genuinely brings me joy to be able to do things for you. Please allow me to help you more often."

He takes a handkerchief out of his pocket and dries your tears.

He leads you to sit in a comfortable chair, "Please, rest until you feel better, and allow me to take complete care of you today"

He makes some tea and food for you both to share and makes sure you don't have to lift a finger for the rest of the day, leaving the broken tea set completely forgotten on the floor in the other room for the time being.

He always has kind words for you whenever you see each other, and while he enjoys your help in the kitchen, he always makes sure not to let you do too much, and he never lets you clean up.

He takes extra care of you from now on, and Diavolo finds it absolutely adorable, though he may be a tiny bit jealous.

Solomon

You might've actually given this man a heart attack.

He would've thought it was funny if it hadn't looked like the bookshelf was about to come crashing down on top of you.

"Don't worry! I'm used to climbing things; I'm careful!" You try to convince him, "That does not, in fact, make me feel any better, MC"

He dedicates time to teaching you a levitation spell or two, depending on your magical abilities, so you don't have to climb things any more.

As he's teaching you he decides to ask you about the book shelf incident.

"Something's been on my mind lately" He says, turning to you as you practice. You ask him what it is as you turn your attention to his face and notice that he looks troubled. "The other day, in the library. You knew I was there, sitting nearby... Why didn't you just ask for my help?"

"Oh, I just thought I could get the book myself" That wasn't the answer he was looking for, so he presses on.

"But surely it would've been easier to use a ladder, then. wouldn't it?"

"Well... I- uh- wasn't sure where they were" you sounded a little embarrassed, and turned your attention back to the spell.

Solomon looks a little saddened, "Hmm..." he pauses. You didn't want his help and you didn't even want to ask him a simple question? "MC, is there a reason you didn't want to ask me for help?" Watching you, he saw that the question gave you pause.

"I... have a hard time asking for help sometimes..." You admit, hoping that's the end of it. But of course, it isn't.

"Oh?" he gently prompts you to explain.

He can tell that you're only pretending to pay attention to the spell now, to avoid eye contact, "I've just always been afraid of being a burden"

His face grows sadder for a moment, but you continue to avoid his gaze. He folds his arms, and moves a closed fist to his chin in thought.

"I think that sometimes, not asking for help can be more of a burden" he says, finally catching your attention. You look up questioningly and he continues in a gentle voice, "Think about it, you're placing too much of the burden on yourself, which is making everyone around you worry. And besides that, what if you get hurt? Then you'll need more help from others than you would have in the first place"

It's your turn to look troubled. You hadn't realized that you were worrying everyone, or that you were causing them trouble.

He lets you think for a moment, before placing a comforting hand on your back.

"MC, it's okay to rely on others. People like it when you ask for help. It makes them feel special to you" He says, and when you look up he's giving you one of the kindest smiles you've ever seen on this shady magic boomer's face.

He hopes you catch his little hint, I want to feel special to you, MC

"Thank you, Solomon. I'd never thought of it that way" you smile back, "I'll try to ask for your help more often"

"I'll look forward to it!" He says with an even brighter smile.

Simeon

He noticed just in time; you had decided to walk home alone again and two suspicious looking demons were about to corner you down an alley.

You were scared, you think they had been following you for at least a couple blocks, and now you had nowhere to go. You were at a dead end.

"You two want to leave." A familiar voice, "NOW." Simeon was smiling, but he looked so intimidating in the shadow of the alley, and something ominous was also radiating off of him. Was he angry?

"C'mon it's not worth it" one of the demons said, "Killjoy" said the other. Simeon watches them leave with an intimidating expression before finally approaching you.

"MC, are you alright?" He asks, features now full of concern.

"Yea! Thanks for that, I was starting to get a little worried"

The concern on his face grows, didn't you know how much danger you'd been in just then? "Those two had been following you for a while... Why didn't you call out for help? Or call someone on your D.D.D?"

"Well... I- I just thought maybe they were walking in the same direction, so I wasn't sure..." You sounded nervous.

How could you be unsure? Simeon had never seen a more suspicious looking pair of demons in his life, and if you'd heard what they were saying they wanted to do to you, you'd understand why he was angry. He sighs.

He notices you're shaking, ever so slightly. Maybe you had overheard... You seemed to be more shaken than you were trying to let on.

In the silence he realizes that this part of town wouldn't be part of your normal route back to the House of Lamentation, "Were you lost?" You nod. "Why not ask for directions?" He asks

"Everyone was so busy when I left RAD... I didn't want to bother them. They're always taking care of me as it is... I just thought..."

So that's why you were walking home alone

"I'll walk you back then" he offers you his hand, and you want to take it, but to his surprise you can't bring yourself to.

"That's alright! You've already done so much for me. I'm sure I can find my way home now!" You try to force a smile, but Simeon can see right through you.

"MC... What's really going on?" His face is serious again but his voice is kind as he steps closer and rests a hand on your shaking arm.

You can't hold back tears any more, "I... Just don't... want to be a burden... to anyone" The quiet words break Simeon's heart.

Who could've made you feel this way?

He draws you into a strong, gentle hug, cradling the back of your head to hold you closer and stroke your hair.

"Don't ever think like that, MC" He breathes into your ear, "You are so loved"

Luke

You're going to give this smoll baby angel a heart attack, and there's not much he can even do to about it.

You were carrying too much, like you always do, and Luke noticed almost too late.

You were heading straight for the stairs, and your books and supplies were stacked too high for you to see!

"MC, LOOK OUT!" he shouts.

You stop just as your foot passes the threshold of the first stair and you feel the drop.

You drop everything you're carrying, but thanks to Luke's warning you stopped your own momentum before you could tumble down the stairs with everything else.

Relief floods through Luke as you stare at the mess, shaken and disheartened by the prospect of the clean up.

He runs to you, demanding to know that you're okay.

Of course he helps you clean up and carries as much as he can for you.

He's always offering to carry things for you now, even if all you have is a book or two.

He keeps a nervous eye on you from now on too.

Give this poor baby angel a hug.

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