#( oh God do I really need to go over with the subject of murders with Zero

[ghostbsuter]

This is the fourth time damian brought the college student over.

Damian, despite being 14, has been accepted to a gifted school as he had already been taught in the most subjects one usually learns at a slower pace.

(He still gets a headache over the fact his son won't get a normal childhood.)

Which is how he befriended the 17 year old Daniel, an overworked and sleepdeprived college student, getting dragged along and following with no complaint.

Bruce is, even if he wanted damian to befriend someone more around his own age, very welcoming of the student.

Alfred made sure the boy took enough food with him home, always leaving the mansion at point 4 pm.

It really shouldn't have been surprising when Bruce Wayne, yes, THE Brucie Wayne, summoned him to his office.

Danny entered the room fidgeting, giving a nervous smile to the man behind the desk and questioning what he did wrong to offend the patriarch of the family.

(Lies and slander, we, the readers, are fully aware that Alfred is the patriarch.)

"Uh— hi, Mr. Wayne." He sat when gestured to the chair, shitting bricks with how nervous he's.

The man nods in greeting, smiling. "Hello Danny–"

"Please don't kill me!" The teen in question blurts out, flushing in embarrassment once registered.

Taken aback and startled, Bruce snorts, stifling laughter by putting a hand against his mouth.

Shit.

"I don't know what I did! Very sorry if I offended someone!" He rambles, panicking and waving his hands around.

"Danny—"

"I must have done something! Why else would you call me? Oh god– I'm gonna be murdered by THE Brucie Wayne!"

At this point, the rich guy in front of him is barely restraining himself from laughing, trying his best to stay professional.

"Danny–! I- I won't murder you." He reassured, eyes crinkling from smiling.

"But–" he sniffs, both embarrassed and teary.

"I'm not gonna— danny." Bruce sighs, which sounds a lot like a choke, really. "Look, I just wanted a 1-on-1 talk with you about your friendship with damian and some concerns."

"Oh."

"Yes, oh."

Danny sighs in relief at this. "I can do some good old interrogation–" "it's not an interrogation–" "totally interrogation."

He huffs lightly, getting comfortable in his chair and preparing himself mentally.

"Alright Mr. Wayne! Shoot me!"

(Was that a pun? A joke to murder? Really?)

The man clears his throat, straightens his back and looks serious as he was before the accusations of murder.

"What are your intentions with damian and why become friends in the first place?"

Blinking, the teen brightens. "Oh, that's easy! Damian needs a friend. We just kinda clicked after I scared away a few pesky bullies."

Then he shrugs. "Besides, it's great training."

"Training?" Bruce asks, curious, tone light in the way that shows he's very interested.

"Yes. Despite his badly hidden murderous tendencies, love for knives, and slight lack of slang language and knowledge, he's still a kid." He nods.

"A young teen that goes through teen stuff that I barely remember going through and now get to relearn will be handy once Ellie becomes a teenager herself."

Batman was filing the information away, but Bruce kept going.

"Ellie?" He questions.

"My daughter– has damian not mentioned her? We always leave around 4 to get her from my sister. Sometimes, dami stays over for a few hours!"

Ah. Well. Seems like Alfred will have to make more food for the teen now.

"Would you like to stay for dinner today?" He asks, "Bring your daughter too. We won't mind you joining us." smiling and already planning for the new adjustments to make.

"On another note, what are your and your daughters preferences? Any allergies?"

Danny didn't even agree yet, not that he was gonna— mind you.

"No allergies, soft foods only, easy to eat." He answers, listing the stuff from the top of his head.

In a whirlwind of– of planning dinner?? Danny is out of the door and wide eyed.

"What just happened?"

(On the other side, Bruce face-palms, having forgotten to ask what age Ellie is. Damn in Bruce.)

—

On the fifth visit, Danny stayed for dinner.

Damian must know the age, for there are bowls with freshly cut fruits, yoghurt, and rice mixed with veggies and chicken.

On that note, where is damian?

Dick meets his eyes, asking the same quetsion with a look.

Just as Bruce was gonna ask, the door opened, and the cutest picture to ever exist was created.

(Dick RIPPED his phone out of his pocket, swiping a picture of the scene as fast as possible.)

Steph can't hold back the coos at the sight of Damian walking with a toddler into the dining room, her tiny feet propped up on his and in hand together.

She's wearing a Robin onesie and he is wearing his (stolen) Nightwing hoodie.

"Sorry, hope we aren't late!" Danny waves with a grin from behind the pair.

"You aren't, just perfect, in fact." Bruce reassures, waving the teens over to the free seats.

Damian leads the two to his seat, making sure they're next to him.

The conversation during dinner is one spoken fondly, Cass likes to make Ellie laugh with silly faces, Duke and Steph "secretly" feed her tiny pieces of strawberry and Dick is in a rather passionate discussion with both Tim and Danny.

Damian, once he makes sure no one is watching him, wipes the mess from Ellies face.

(Bruce was watching, looking away once damians face snapped to him. He wasn't aware his youngest had such a soft spot for toddlers.)

(It takes a while, but Danny and Ellie become family like every other person, while having not slept over yet, Alfred already has prepared a room for the two in the Family wing.)

(It's barely a week after that everyone bought and gifted him onesie's of their hero personas, with the excuse of them being the gotham vigilantes when questioned. After all, the Robin can't be a one man team.)

—

The Nightwing and his Robin.

#dcxdp #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #Danny is Ellies dad #elle is dannys daughter #BABY ELLIE #shes barely a toddler ya all #danny: OH MY GOD OH MY GOD HES GONNA KILL ME I NEED TO RUN OH MY— #bruce: do u wanna come to dinner #the art got my main acc in its name. #check it out #shameless promotion #yep

[sweetdreamr]

if everyone in ragnarok had been in character

*Surtur scene*

Thor: Wait, is this a thing I do? Talk to myself? Have I always done this? It seems rather unhealthy.

Peter Parker: WOW, that’s judgey.

************************* *The Tragedy of Loki scene*

Loki as Odin, lounging around eating grapes: And that, my subjects, is how a total dipshit would impersonate me. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have actual ruling to do.

**************************

*Tragedy of Loki Part 2*

Thor: Nothing will stop Mjolnir, even your face.

Loki as Odin: That would be terrifying if I didn’t know how to do this *fucking vanishes*

Thor: Fuck, I forgot he can do that.

**********************

Sidewalk scene:

*portal opens up underneath Loki*

Loki: *turns into a bird and flies above said portal*

Dr. Strange: Fuck, I forgot he can do that.

***********************

*Odin’s death scene*

Odin: I love you, my sons.

Thor: ....are you telling me, Father, that you made no plans in the event of your death? Which was inevitable, because as you yourself once said, “We are not gods. We are born, we live, we die.”????

Odin: *fucks off into glitter no that is seriously what happened*

Thor: That’s very pretty, Father, but I’m still angry.

Loki: Now I’m REALLY not sorry I sent him to Shady Pines.

**************************

*after elevator scene*

Thor: Hey, what’s that on your back?

Loki: Oh come on, that’s the oldest trick in the---

Thor: Never mind, it’s just your hair. *picks it off Loki’s shoulder*

Loki: For a moment I thought you were going to attach an obedience disc to my back and leave me convulsing for the Grandmaster to find and presumably melt.

Thor: That greatly offends me! Only a complete ass would do such a thing! The only way it could be worse is if I made a self-aggrandizing speech about heroism and change while engaging in an act of torture!

Loki: That would indeed be nonsensical. Nearly as bad as me plotting to betray you for mere coin. And confessing to it, before I am safely out of the way of your inevitable counterattack.

*both stare at the camera like on The Office*

**************************

*Hulk turns back into Bruce*

Bruce Banner: *completely freaking the fuck out* Wait, what do you mean I’ve been murdering slaves for the past to years? The whole reason I left Earth was to keep from hurting anyone else! Are we going to address this at all? At any point? Ever?

Thor: No, apparently we are to engage in ten minutes’ worth of jokes about the anal cavity of one called the Devil.

Bruce: .....wHAT?

****************************

*after being promoted to Executioner* Skurge: Um, my queen?

Hela: Yes?

Skurge: Why does the Goddess of Death need an Executioner? I mean, you can pretty much kill with a touch, right? You rule over the realm of the dead?

Hela: ...you know what? I’m honestly not sure.

Skurge: I mean, if having a fuckton of swords makes you the Goddess of Death, does that mean that if I  go to CostCo and get a cartload of drain cleaner, I’m the God of Death?

Hela: .....

*********************************

*Surtur destroys Asgard*

Korg: Whoops there goes your foundation.

Asgardians: Who the fuck is this asshole can we just grieve for our entire civilization in peace for ten seconds

#ragnarok critical #ragnarok hate #crack #humor #found this in my drafts and here we are

[isa-ghost]

phil and cellbit hcs?

VESPER YOUR MIND...

qPhil headcanons masterlist

When Phil needs answers on something, he goes straight to Cellbit (at least pre-Purgatory, he's switched to Bagi over the months bc they've gotten much closer).

Another reason he's so pissed abt the reset is bc the Feds took them the fuck away from The Order, which had all of Cellbit's tools for figuring out the weird new shit they encounter on QI

ANOTHER reason Phil hates the reset is bc there's not much weird shit going on over here? It's just?? Capitalism?? There's nothing to take pictures of for Cellbit. And he really misses dropping an entire goldmine of new pictures for theorizing on Cellbit and watching how excited he gets about it :(

See, Phil and Cellbit were close prior to Purgatory; look at the Order, Phil picking his domain (idr their formal names), etc. But Purgatory did.. something. I mean, it did something to all of Bolas, but something extra to these two's friendship. The leader role, the way Cellbit fell into a sort-of second in command & substitute when Phil wasn't around, Phil (was meant to be) rescuing Cellbit & Baghs. It was teamwork and brothers in arms shit to a degree they'd previously not reached. It's permanently intensified their bond and trust in each other. Which I can't wait to see unfold if Cellbit keeps getting worse. >:D

It's a 50/50 if Phil is concerned about Cellbit's (re)rising murderous tendencies and potentially "resurfacing" cannibal habits or if he's just like "Haha, friend is stabby, lookit him go. :)"

I have a hot take. Roier to Etoiles in Purgatory is Cellbit to Phil. Loyal attack dog more than happy to create bloodshed for their equally scary leader. The authority aspect has kinda gone away post-Purgatory but Cellbit will still kill a man if Phil says do it. Phil wouldn't ask that of him if he didn't have a good reason.

Phil is super awed and inspired by Cellbit's building skills. Idiot will be like "damn, wish I could build like that" as if he can't. Bitch you just refuse to!!! (I want these two to build something big and sick together so bad)

I don't know how things would've played out if Cellbit was present for EK possession things but I know it would've been fucked up and intense. And I can't explore it in AMFMN because Cellbit & Baghera are still missing in it. 😔

That said, Cellbit gets told Phil was possessed by some old piece of shit he used to know and is immediately like "Phil I will fight god for you, I don't give a FUCK"

Phil absolutely loves watching Richas take on more and more of Cellbit's unhinged traits. He's a bit worried he's gonna become a little ball of murder too, but Richas has like half the fucking island as parents, he'll be fiiiiiine.

I don't remember if qPhil knows about the Purgatory 2 murder spree stuff but I like to think he doesn't yet because boy would his reaction be spicy :) If he does know and I've forgotten, he 100% didn't entirely process just How fucked it was.

As close as they've become and as,, kinda chill? Phil has been about the whole murder thing?? He's still deeply worried about Cellbit in other ways post-Purgatory. Dude's seemed withdrawn, he can't remember the last time he saw him with Roier, and just overall things have been different to a degree Phil is sure isn't normal or a slow bounce-back period. But every time he has a free moment to check in, Cellbit's never around.

Actually, as Cellbit gets worse, I think Phil will go from chill with how things have been worsening to Oh Fuck because he's gonna see a lot of his Antarctic self in him. It's not like Phil isn't proud of that era or anything, but. Mentally and emotionally? Being cold and merciless like that takes a toll. One Cellbit shouldn't subject himself to.

Phil cannot for the life of him Not laugh whenever Pac brings up the whole. Leg eating thing. Pac is so out of pocket about it nowadays bc it happened so long ago and Phil gets whiplash from the casual jokes every time. I think if Cellbit made jokes about it Phil would keel over.

Just out of spite and for the sake of clarity: Phil is not Cellbit's fucking parental figure. Cellbit is not his son. They are grown ass men. They are friends. Colleagues. Confidants if we wanna stretch things a bit. There is nothing familial about their bond.

#qsmp #qsmp philza #philza #q!philza #qsmp cellbit #cellbit #q!cellbit #qsmp archivists

[disillusioneddanny]

Eloped in Space

Parts: 

One 

Two 

Three 

Four 

Danny glanced at his husband who just gave him that annoyed, displeased look. “Obviously, he’s not very happy about that,” Danny said with a grin before he looked back at his new step children. “Ya see, after being around for as long as I have, things such as life and death don’t matter as much. Moonlight here doesn’t fully understand that. He is still in that phase in his mortality where he believes that all life is sacred regardless of what he has done.”

“So… since you’re my new step dad, would you be mad at me if I killed the Joker?” Jason asked slowly, it was worth a shot at least.

Danny shrugged. “I don’t see why I would be. It’s very healthy for murder victims to avenge their murders,” Danny said with a shrug. “If I had been murdered when I died, I would have wanted to avenge my death as well.”

“So… I can?” Jason clarified. 

“Sure. I’ll help you if you want,” Danny offered, a happy smile on his face. This would be perfect! Bruce had been so worried that Jason would be the one to be less likely to accept Danny had his new step father! This would be a great way to bond with his new stepson. 

“Oh my god, you’re the best dad ever,” Jason exclaimed. He looked at Bruce and gave him the most withering, annoyed look he could. “That’s the kind of attitude a father should have when their murdered son wants to avenge their murder.”

“Shut it, Jason,” Bruce said, crossing his arms over his chest in annoyance. 

“I am just saying life and death really does not mean that much. Besides, once Joker is in my realm, he is subject to whatever I would like to do to him,” Danny said with a wave of his hand.

Jason grinned and looked at his siblings. “I dunno about you guys but I approve,” he said and fell onto a couch, crossing his arms over his chest as he gave his new step father an appraising look. 

“A father who approves of murder? I think that I am okay with this new change,” Damian stated before he looked Danny up and down. “I will not call you dad.”

Danny grinned. “What do you want to call me then?”

Damian let out a hum as he thought about this. He was more than okay with his father getting married and by the display of power that this Danny has shown, he was more than worthy of his father’s time. Not only that but Danny was more than okay with murder if it proved to be necessary. Not only that but he was a king of an entire realm and loved his father. He saw no true issue with this union. “Step-Father,” he decided. 

Danny gave the youngest Wayne an excited smile. “I’ll take it!” He looked at Bruce and took his hands in his own. “See my sweet Cassiopeia, you were so worried about Damian and Jason’s approval and they’re the first ones who are okay with us being together!”

The batman just gave his husband a disapproving look. “Because you just gave them both the go ahead for murder, of course they’ll like you,” he said in annoyance. Danny just let out a giggle and kissed his husband softly. 

“It will only be in moderation, right boys?” He asked, glancing at the two brothers. Jason and Damian both gave their father twin innocent smiles as they nodded their heads. 

“Of course, Father, in moderation,” Damian said smoothly. 

“If Dad gives us the go ahead first, I don’t see a problem,” Jason said crossing his arms. At this, Bruce let out a huff. Jason rarely called him Dad and usually only when he was upset or in need of comfort. Danny immediately got the dad name. He wasn’t jealous, definitely not. 

Dick let out a hum and took a seat next to Tim and looked at his other siblings and their de-facto siblings, Barb and Steph. “What do you guys think?”

Cass smiled. “Bruce is happy. New Dad is nice,” she said, shrugging her shoulders before she looked at Danny. “Dad?”

“Dad,” Danny agreed, a happy smile on his face. 

“I mean, Cass is right. Bruce is happier than I’ve ever seen him and I bet Danny can keep him on his toes,” Tim stated, giving Danny a look. 

“I’m right here,” Bruce grumbled. Danny shushed his husband and looked at the siblings. 

“Do I pass?” He asked. Duke, Tim, Dick, and Barb all looked at one another before they shrugged. 

“Dad,” they all stated happily. 

“Will you be joining us on patrols?” Damian questioned, giving the man a hopeful look. 

Danny simply shook his head. “No, I’m just going to be Bruce’s happy little housewife. I’ll be here with Alfie, bonding and doing my own work. If any of you need me, you’ll be able to get a hold of me at any time. I’m more than happy to help but the vigilante thing isn’t my thing anymore.”

“What a shame,” Damian said with a tch. Danny just shrugged his shoulders and wrapped his arm around Bruce’s shoulders and kissed him again. 

“Love you,” he murmured, nibbling at Bruce’s bottom lip softly. Bruce just smiled. 

“Love you too,” he said in response, causing all of the siblings to stare in surprise. Bruce? Emotionally vulnerable? He could never.

Read part six here

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#dc x dp #dc x dp au #dc x dp crossover #Bruce Wayne x Danny Fenton #Bruce Wayne #Batman #Danny Fenton #Danny Phantom #Dead Bat #Bruce Wayne is in love your honor #Dick grayson #Damian Wayne #Tim Drake #Duke thomas #Barbara Gordon #stephanie brown #Cassandra cain #batpham #batfamily #pop writes #dis writes #eloped in space

[suzannahnatters]

I've cranked through the first half of Love Like the Galaxy in under a week and I REGRET NOTHING: how fast can I put myself outside this gloriously mature and well written Jane Austen style comedy of manners with intermittent murder. Reactions to the first 12 eps under the cut because wow I verbose when I happy

I'm 3 eps into Love Like the Galaxy and while "becoming thoroughly absorbed by Chinese Jane Austen" was not on my bingo list I'll take it.

I have trust issues with cdramas after watching GOODBYE MY PRINCESS which was the drama equivalent of the kind of dude who says 'heh heh I like a girl with spirit' but I do really love what they're doing with Niao Niao and how she's had to survive her awful aunt and grandmother (who are like Mrs Norris and Mrs Bennet, respectively) by becoming calculating, distrustful, selfish and utterly devoted to her own cause

LOVED the moment in ep3 where she tries to show her mother, who's this strict Confucian parent, the sort of nonsense she's had to put up with for years by subjecting her to the evil wiles of Aunt Norris and Grandma Bennet, she just outright pointed out the double standards her mother is operating by

anyway we shall see how things turn out! I'm finding the grounded visuals very nice too - everyone's not caked in makeup and jewels all the time, they look very comfy and believable.

oh my the softly besotted look on Torture General's face when he sees her carriage going by

he hasn't seen her face yet, he just knows she's cold, unfilial, and utterly calculating and he's fallen for her for all the reasons that everyone else reproaches her for

episode 6 of LLTG: a dispute over a writing desk has made me cry. what

This whole scene with the dreadful mother holding court and Niao Niao defending herself - so ably that she beings her brothers and cousin to take her side against her mother - GAH this is AMAAAAAZING

I adore that they don't have anyone fingerwagging at our girl to tell her that actually her mother is doing these toxic things because she deep down cares about her (aHEM, My Journey To You) - they're just being really clear that it's all dreadfully unfair.

I also love that the toxic mother is a sword-wielding warrior woman. She's so heroine-coded??? while also being a terrible person? amazing! I love the unexpectedness of it!

snerk I love this celebrity scholar deciding to Bestow a Mark of His Favour upon our girl and she tosses it right back at him

this Prince Xiao enters twirling moustaches he doesn't even have, wow

laughing my head off at the Big Romantic Rescue complete with cape SWOOOOOOOSH

this is great. I feel like I'm watching a faintly swoony BBC adaptation of a lost Jane Austen novel

also I take it back, Niao Niao isn't selfish at all - she's just realised that if she doesn't fight for herself then no one else will.  But she's not making it an excuse to be unfair or horrible to her perfect cousin, even though it would be the most understandable thing in the world

I love her, she deserves the world

ep7: I've only known Wan QiQi two minutes and I would die for her

is it just me or is this smug scholar precisely the type of man we've all come across??? NN not giving him the time of day is EVERYTHING

Third Aunt giving Third Uncle a shave: what a scene. God bless cdramas. Also, the extent to which there is a whole epic romance cdrama happening somewhere in the backstory here is AMAZING

Also: QiQi is a showy kind of BFF to have - showing up late to the party in a bright red dress and instantly pillaging the birthday gifts she brought the princess to deck you out in earrings? chef's kiss - but I'm also SO appreciative of how they're treating Yang Yang! That moment at the banquet early in the episode where Niao Niao, who can't even read, says, somewhat hurt and pettish, "I don't need to learn ANYTHING! I'm good just as I am!" and Yang Yang says, "Yes, you are!" despite being a bookworm since birth? I LOVE THEM

ahaha NN gives a speech shaming the snobby aristocratic girls for looking down on the daughter of a general, and being extravagant, and don't they know all this bounty is due to the emperor and his generals? feels like the show is buying the right to critique filial piety by kissing up to the state

the statism is the one thing I've disliked about the show so far (also didn't think much of NN snitching on her great-uncle) but that's pretty much a constant in Chinese media except for one wuxia novel I read years ago (BaiFa MoNu Zhuan/Legend of the White Haired Maiden), so onward…

"I'm Eleventh Young Master who has admired you for a long time" sHriEKing

he looks so happy too

GO NIAO NIAO BITE HER

Deeply enamoured of the way General Wan has the features and mannerisms of an animated Disney villain

"why is that unlucky person still here? he seems like a lingering ghost" impeccable "Lizzie Bennet wonders why she keeps bumping into Mr Darcy on her daily walk, after she specifically told him this was where she walked daily" energy

well I did not think the show could make me sympathise with the toxic mum, but it did, by dint of showing that the dad is intentionally playing good cop so he can enjoy his daughter's adoration while he encourages her mum to beat her???

I really hope the cruddy dad experiences the consequences of his actions here but even more than that, I'm amazed that the show has found a way to make us sympathise for the bad mum as a person without trying to make her less bad

I'm just in awe of the writing here - it's SO deft and able.

ah, this must be the bamboo forest where they store action scenes - and I LOVE that the band of lady bodyguards gets to stomp the bandits when a lesser show would use this opportunity to bring on the hero and his army of goth henchmen

aw yess! our girl is strategising their way out! It's so delightful to me - this is precisely the kind of leadership/strategy role asian dramas rarely allow to their female characters

now she's getting to command a siege!?!?! all on her own?

and then castigating herself for not being able to save everybody! BABY

on to ep12, which I have heard people cite as the Point Where The Show Gets Good, and given the fact that I've already been elmo on fire dot gif for eleven episodes I'm not entirely sure what everyone else has been drinking but sure! let's see what lies herein

oh this is the GOOD stuff

yes yes, the big rescue, the arrow pulling, all good…what really gets me is that when our girl wants to see the mass execution and Murder General holds her back, it's not bc he's patronising her, it's bc he knows she needs to hear that AhMiao's death was not her fault

this show is justifying tropes I didn't even know COULD be justified…inCREDible

Third Uncle has two braincells and my whole heart

the only thing better than the look of sheer naked yearning on Murder General's face every time he sees Niao Niao or anything tangentially related to her is his determination never to let on how he feels to his two henchmen, who have known since episode two and are eager to help

Murder General hoarding hankies, bits of string, and pencil-ends that belong to Niao Niao like Harriet Smith hoarding Mr Elton memorabilia in EMMA

#love like the galaxy #cdrama #lltg #asian drama #ling buyi #cheng shaoshang

[bingbongsupremacy]

Pen Pal Pt. 2

Pairing: Ellie Williams x reader

Warnings: Nothing serious ( Ellie's a bit more excited ig than in the game. ) I don't feel like I'm getting her personality right in this one. I just feel like she'd be happy to meet her friend for the first time.

Summary: You finally get to meet Ellie. God has she changed.

AU

*Not Proof Read* TLOU Masterlist

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3

*****

May 2, 2034 (18 yrs old)

Receiver: [email protected]

Subject: So

I'd love to come to Wyoming! Maybe you could finally show me that fair you're always talking about!

I can't wait to see you in person. Also your tattoo is amazing. Cat is so talented! I bet she's a great girl. I can't wait to meet her.

As long as your dad's on board with it, I'd love to go. Thank you for inviting me. Please thank Joel and your sister.

I'm gonna go look at tickets!

Love, Y/N

------

After a long argument, my parents finally let me go to Wyoming.

I stare out of the plane window at the city below as we finally land. The pilot announces we can leave and people start to shuffle out of the confined space.

I make my way down the long hallway, not really sure where to go. I've never been on a plane before.

I finally make it to the baggage area where people crowd around the rotating machine.

Finally I spot the blue ribbons on my dark suitcase.

I follow the lane of moving people out a pair of large doors and into a bigger area of the airport. What seems like thousands of more people crowd the large area.

Fuck this is crazy.

I pull out my phone, sending a quick text to Ellie, letting her know I'm here.

I don't know where the fuck I'm supposed to go.

I scan my eyes around the room. There's so many people I'm not sure what to do. I think I'm supposed to meet them in here but I don't remember. Fuck why can't I remember?

A loud shout catches my attention.

" Y/N?! "

I spot a girl holding a white sign with 'Welcome to Wyoming' written on it.

My breath catches in my throat. Ellie.

The last time we sent pictures of what we looked like to each other, we were Freshmen. She's changed a lot.

Her auburn hair is shorter and half up in a bun. Her dark green shirt compliments her sparkling green eyes.

Her tattoo immediately captures my eye, causing me to trace her arm. Her muscles are slightly defined, leading up to her hands.

Her eyes land on mine and a small smile breaks out on her face. " Y/N? "

" Ellie! " I grin while immediately making my way towards her. I lug my heavy suit case and carry on behind me.

Ellie immediately hands the sign over to an older looking man I quickly recognize as Ellie's adoptive father, Joel.

I let go of my bags as I reach the trio. " Oh my god. You look exactly like your pictures. I'm so glad I haven't been catfished by a fifty-seven year old named Chuck. My friends were worried you were going to ax murder me. "

Ellie rolls her eyes. " Shut the fuck up. If I wanted to murder you, I would've had you come over sooner. " Ellie wraps her strong arms around my shoulders.

I'm immediately met with a the smell of the forest mixed with weed.

We pull away and Ellie introduces me to her family.

" Joel, Sarah, this asshole is Y/N. "

I slightly wack her in the ribs. " You're one to talk. "

" Y/N, this is Joel and Sarah. "

" Nice to meet you. " I greet the two. " Thank you guys for letting me stay here for the summer. "

" Nice to meet you too, kid. I've heard so much about you. It's no big deal. " Joel taps my shoulder kindly.

" Yeah Ellie never shuts the fuck up about you. " Sarah rolls her eyes. The older girl is immediately met with protest from Ellie.

" Girls, girls. " Joel sighs and rubs his forehead. " We have a guest. "

I grin at the two who apologize.

" Let's go. If we want a spot at Will's, we need to get our asses' to the diner. "

I turn around to grab my bags when a hand beats me to them.

Ellie hands one of the bags to Joel before turning to me. " Beat you too it. "

" I can carry my own bags, Williams. " I roll my eyes.

" I'm a fucking gentlewoman, L/N. I don't make my friends carry their bags. " Ellie grins.

Fuck her smile. She's so...fuck.

But friend? God of course. There's no way in hell she'd ever like me back. She's dating Cat! Why the hell am I still crushing on her? She's got a fucking girlfriend.

Joel leads us out of the airport and into a giant parking garage. " It's going to be a bit of a ride to town. "

" Don't worry, I'll keep ya entertained. I am your best friend, after all. " Ellie squeezes my shoulder with her empty hand. Joel opens the back of his truck and he slides my suitcase into the back. Ellie lifts up the suitcase with no struggle, easily sliding it next to the other one.

" Egotistical much? " I shake my head and slide into the seat behind Sarah.

" You love it. " Ellie hops in next to me, reaching over Joel's seat to turn on the radio.

" Driver picks the music. " Joel argues, switching the station.

" Actually the passenger. " Sarah smiles while changing to a pop station.

The three argue over who gets to pick the radio station, bringing a smile to my face. It's not like the arguments my parents have. There's no hate filled words being hurled around. Just jokes and slight annoyance. They aren't getting in each others faces. I don't feel scared to be around them.

I lean my head against the warm glass of Joels' truck. With a small yawn, I shut my eyes for a minute.

Just a minute.

-------

" Y/N. Wake up Y/N. " A hand softly shakes my shoulder.

I slowly open my eyes, squinting at the bright setting sun. " What the fuck? " I ask, confused where I am.

A small chuckle fills my ears. " Y/N get the fuck up. "

" Ellie? "

" Yes. We're here. Joel and Sarah are already inside saving us a seat. "

Oh shit I'm in Wyoming.

I hop out of the truck and follow Ellie into a brightly colored diner. " This place looks awesome. "

" The foods fucking fantastic. " Ellie holds open the door, waiting for me to enter.

" Thanks. "

We spot Joel and Sarah in the corner booth and make our way towards them.

" Ellie? " A voice asks.

A short black haired girl grins at us from her spot at a nearby table.

" Cat! Hey, babe. " A bright smile breaks across Ellie's face.

Cat hugs Ellie tightly before placing a small kiss on her cheek. " I didn't know you were gonna be here tonight. "

Ellie nods. " Yeah. Um you remember my friend, Y/N, right? "

" You're Pen pal, right? "

Cat finally seems to notice me. Her smile slightly less happy.

" Yeah. This is Y/N. Y/N this is my girlfriend, Cat. " Ellie happily introduces us. "

" Nice to meet you, Cat. " She's pretty for sure. And her style is great too.

" You too! "

Cat quickly moves back to talking with Ellie. I awkwardly shuffle in my spot, unsure what to do. Eventually I make my way towards Joel and Sarah.

" Ugh, Cat's here. " Sarah rolls her eyes once she looks up from the menu.

" Be nice, Sarah. " Joel grumbles, obviously not a big fan of the girl either.

" She's so fucking clingy. Like let Ellie breath. Damn. " Sarah explains.

Joel ignores the comment and continues scanning the menu. " You've gotta try the lemonade, kid. It's made fresh everyday. "

I grin at the older gentleman. " I definitely will. "

______

We got home around 8. Ellie and Joel help me bring my bags into the house.

" We set up the guest room for you. It's right across the hall from Ellie's. " Joel pushes open the door.

" Thank you so much. You guys...you've done so much for me. " I turn to Ellie and Joel.

Ellie sets my suit case in the corner of the room. " Of course. "

" We love havin' ya here kid. " Joel ruffles the top of my head. " Have a good night. " He leaves the room, leaving Ellie and I behind.

" I was thinking maybe if you're not too tired tomorrow night we could have a movie night? " Ellie asks while leaning against the closet door.

I nod. " I'd love that. "

#fanfiction #fanfic #ellie williams x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie williams x you #ellie x you #ellie williams tlou #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams #ellie tlou #ellie x fem reader #ellie x y/n

[elejah-wonderland]

_elejah au

Love is in the Air

_tvd fanfic_Part 1

a/n: this is a light-hearted, romantic little story.

*

New Orleans

"I am all packed" Elijah said to his sister Rebekah on the phone.

"Why Rome?" the blonde asked.

"I just had this idea for my next book. And I need to go there to get the feel of the city, do some research at the archives." Elijah said.

"So, it's going to be another murder mystery with historical background?!" Rebekah stated.

"Burning Wings was such a great success and now they want me to write a sequel," Elijah said, "and a couple of nights ago I had a dream that kind of set this idea in my head to put the plot in Rome."

"Well, I hope it will not all be work- after your divorce you have done nothing but work."

"I plan to take time off and enjoy the city. Stefan is gone with Valerie to visit his brother and his wife Rosalie in Amesterdam and I got his apartment for a whole month." Elijah explained.

Rebekah sighed a little as her brother mentioned her ex-boyfriend Stefan Salvatore.

"I am sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned him."

"It's ok. I just- it will always be hard cuz- you know - I messed ut up and now- ok- right. When is your flight?" Rebekah asked.

"Tomorrow morning. I will call you when I get there." Elijah replied.

"All right. Have a great time. And try not to just work." Rebekah said and with a little bye and Elijah's promise that he will also take time to enjoy his holiday, they hung up.

Pressing the search button, the latest articles with the news popped up. And the picture of the woman he had met ten years ago as he visited his sister, who was studying in the prestige old private  Mystic Falls College for liberal arts, now stared at him.

His eyes smiled seeing the photo, which was clearly from one of her premieres as she was a famous actress.

And then he saw the article headline.

Elena Gilbert rumored to be secretly engaged to Mason Wood.

Elijah sighed a little and not reading further, swiped the page off and went to a subject he was interested in.

*

In Florence, Italy

Elena walked in her hotel room followed by her personal assistant  and manager, Jo Parker.

"Thank God today was the last day of the shoot. Can you please reschedule everything  for at least a week?!" Elena said."I am so going away and I don't want to know about anything. Please."

"All right. So, what shall I book you? Bali?"

"No. I already made my own arrangements." Elena said.

"What? I didn't want to ask - but - are you seeing  Mason again?" Jo asked.

"No. Well, we hooked up again- and that's all" Elena replied waving away with an insignificant huff.

"Right. Do you want me to say something about the non-engagement? It's all over the internet"

"No. Just leave it. It will blow over. Especially when they soon see him with Erin." Elena explained.

"Erin Lindsay? Seriously?" Jo now asked.

"A couple of days after our hook up I saw him with her all lovey at the same hotel." Elena said followed by a little sigh.

"Oh, sweety - you still thought that -"

"Yeah- I kind of thought that maybe the hook up would be - but things were over with us ages ago- I don't know why I  thought that there - and I am not even in love with him really - anyway, enough of it."

"Where are you going?" the manager asked.

"Rome." Elena replied.

"Rome?" Jo was surprised.

"Yes. And I am going incognito. I got Francesca's keys to her apartment. I need to get away from everything and everyone. Take a week off- maybe two." Elena replied.

"Ok. I have something for you to read. Liv is still negotiating to get the rights to do a movie, but it's nearly in the bag and Tristan is very interested in producing this," Jo now got a book out of her bag, adding,"it's a historical thriller and you would be playing Angel, she is a 15th century librarian, who investigates a murder involving an ancient curse. The book was No.1 everywhere!"

Elena took the book and looked at it, muttering,"Elijah Smith?" and then turned the book around. The face on the back now made her heart jump.

"Interested? The book is really good - there are so many twists and turns - I could not put it down till I finished it. There is a very ambiguous cliffhanger at the end - and apparently there is going to be Burning Wings 2- Elena?"

"Ha? What?" Elena now snapped out of her momentary daze.

"Interested?"

"Yeah" Elena said breathing in a gulp.

Jo smiled a little, gathering why Elena got a tad bit taken in.

"He is such an eye-candy, right?"

"Yeah" Elena said and put the book down on the table.

"What's up?"

"Nothing," Elena replied, "ahm- I want to go shower and I think I will hit the bed."

"All right. I will see you at breakfast? Shall I rent- a- car for you?"

"Yes, please. Thanks, Jo. Sorry, I am just so wasted."- Elena now said rubbing her neck a bit.

"I know. Don't worry. Ok. See you in the morning." Jo said and then taking her bag from the chair left the actress's room.

As the door clicked on the way out, Elena now shot a look at the book, flashing back to the past.

Flashback

Ten years back

"May I?" Elijah asked politely for the seat on the bench.

"Yes" Elena said removing the books so the man could sit down.

"Maybe it appears odd that I want to sit here though the other bench over there is empty, but it's too exposed on the sun and it's such a great shade here under this oak" Elijah said as he sat down.

"Yeah- it's crazy hot today," Elena replied,"and it's only May"

Elijah's eyes now descended on one of the books - "Roman Tragedy", and then a guide book on Rome. "Ah, Rome - such a great city."

Elena now swayed her look from her book she was reading.

"Have you been there?"

"Yes, last summer. With my sister Rebekah and my brother Kol." Elijah replied.

"Rebekah is your sister?"

"Yes. I am here to meet her. And she specificly said  - to be at the White Oak Tree. She is running late. You know her?" Elijah explained.

"We are in the play together." Elena replied.

"Oh, really? She didn't say anything about it. Is she any good?"

Elena nodded a little.

"Not that great, ha?"

"She is, and she could be excellent, but she seems not to care that much. Ok, I shouldn't  saybanything really."

"Oh, you're ok. She is my sister and I love her, but I know what she is like. She excels only at things she really is passionate about, and if she is not - well, she can be superficial."

"Yeah" Elena slipped.

"She wants to be a designer, she told me and I saw some of her designs - and they are amazing. Her show is the evening. But I guess, you know that?!" Elena said.

"Yes, that's why I am here." Elijah now said.

He then saw Rebekah approaching and he stood up. And just before he went to his sister, he turned to the brunette, introducing himself, "I'm Elijah."

"I'm Elena." the woman said.

_to be continued

#elejah #elena gilbert #elijah mikaelson #alternative universe #tvd au #elena and elijah #tvd imagines #fanfiction #part 1 #love is in the air #book cover designed by me #aka elijah smith

[ficbrish]

"You were my first."

Rating: Explicit 18+ only!

[AO3 Link]

[Kinktober 2023 prompt thanks to @absurdthirst! October 2nd - Sexual Frustration, Virginity]

[[TW/CW: Cptsd, blood, gore, self-hate, abuse flashback, casual suicide ideation, intense genitalia depiction (imagined), alcohol]]

Summary: Astarion drinks from a person for the first time.

Expansion of the first bite scene in Act 1. The fourth night of their adventure.

[Click here for my other Kinktober one-shots]

Astarion and Vistri trusted each other the least out of everyone else.

They were too much alike, cut from the same cloth and that cloth was absolute bullshit. Something always lurked in their eyes behind carefully crafted smiles. All of their expressions were adornments, masks. Even their movements were costumes. The two of them practically made up their own masquerade ball! Always dancing around flirtatiously, getting under each other's skin, ruffling feathers. 

Vistri knew these things, and she refused to let herself trust Astarion because of it.

So why did it feel like a betrayal to find him looming over her bedroll in the dark? Fangs bared, ready to strike. Ready to take. Her heart plummeted before she even had the chance to process what was happening. She opened her eyes and the sight of him dragged her down into a nostalgic pit.

“Shit,” Astarion jumped back the moment she stirred. He’d fucked up, made a bad call, and now Vistri was going to drive a stake through his heart. The glower on her face said it all. He’d been so close to finally tasting a real person, and now he was doomed to die without ever sating his gnawing hunger.

Gods! If she hadn't stopped him...

“The hells!” she raged, shaking off sleep as she stood.

“No, no—It’s not what it looks like, I swear!” he protested, thinking, Surely, this is the end. Vistri was going to kill him. Or one of the others if he put up a good enough fight.

Vistri scowled. The fear in Astarion’s tone and posture was a mirror. His was the exact sort of song and dance she’d put on whenever she herself got caught; when she wasn’t really sorry about anything other than the discovery. It set her heart racing, and made it ache for some reason.

She spoke with a lump in her throat, “Kind of looks like your second murder attempt from where I’m standing.”

“I wasn’t going to hurt you!” Astarion explained defensively, “I just needed—Well, blood.”

“Blood? You needed my blood? Who?—Oh…”

Somewhere between Darkvision greys and the orange glow of dim firelight, Vistri saw Astarion draped in new colors. Those red eyes, pale skin, and silver hair of his were not signs of fealty to Lolth as she'd thought, but the markings of another dark god. One, no doubt, more worrying. The scar on his neck wasn’t the shadow of an arrow or fork, but the echo of another mouth. His sharp teeth were... It’s not that Vistri didn’t have her suspicions, it’s just that she’d pushed those thoughts to the edges of her mind. She’d literally been blinded by the sunlight!

It was the first time Astarion ever admitted this to another person, his condition. He couldn't even say the word ‘vampire’ out loud, but based on the various looks shifting in and out of Vistri’s expressions, he wouldn't have to, she’d gotten there on her own.

She hadn’t reached for a weapon, but that was subject to change. Astarion swallowed, her pounding pulse as real in his senses as the smell of hot food wafting through a warm breeze. He watched her observe the hunger as it consumed him, drove him mad. His body shook with the signs.

“I can’t believe I didn’t see it…” she muttered, “We even found the boar you snacked on!”

She’d only chosen to go to sleep that night because Astarion had been acting so… so pissy! He'd been equal parts dismissive and condescending that evening whenever they spoke. Vistri thought he didn’t like her much before, but he’d been acting as if he truly hated her—It grated on her nerves! Trance wouldn’t do when its semiconsciousness still left her with a vague awareness of his presence. She needed to get away, and to get away, she slept. Ironic then, how her awareness of him was what roused her now. Gods, she couldn’t get away even when she tried to!

She slapped her forehead, “The pig! Gods I was wondering why you were being such a bitch about the pig!”

Astarion was literally taken aback, “A bitch?—I was not!”

“You just now tried to steal my blood!” she scoffed, “And yes, you have been! All day and evening long!”

“Now, now. Let’s not wake the others.”

Vistri crossed her arms, frowning.

“It’s not what you think—” he said defensively, “I’m not some monster!”

Whether true or not, she could tell he didn’t really believe his own words. Reality was, part of him did and part of him didn’t, and both parts rejected the other. For some reason, it was important to him now that she didn’t believe he was... one of those. For once, Astarion had revealed his dirty secret, and needed Vistri not to let that change anything.

“I feed on animals! Boars, deer, kobolds—” he continued, “Whatever I can get.”

“The latest I recall; I am not a boar or a deer or a kobold.”

Astarion rolled his eyes in desperate frustration, “Yes, exactly! You’re not whatever I can get. You’re what I crave to sink my teeth into!”

Vistri’s breath tripped over her heartbeat and got caught up in its frantic patter.

That wasn’t an unwelcome thought, but… It’s just that he didn’t ask first! It pushed Astarion over into the “unsafe people” category, and she wasn’t allowed to like those people. Shadowheart was right, and Vistri hated him for it as much as she did for finding him ready to prey on her unconscious form.

There was just no going back from that.

“You were looking at me funny last night,” she mused, “This is why you were looking at me like that, wasn’t it?”

He nodded, not breathing.

“Wanted a nibble, did you?” she teased unkindly, holding her fear all the way down in her toes, so as not to risk it slipping into her voice.

“I’m just too slow right now,” he explained with puppy eyes, “Too weak.”

“I’ll say.”

Well, Vistri wasn’t killing him, and now she was starting to act like her usual unserious self. Astarion knew he should really stop there. He was lucky enough to just get where he was now, with her not immediately staking him.

But…

Astarion carefully considered how to phrase his proposal, “If I just had a little blood… I could think clearer. Fight better. Please."

He reminded Vistri of sobering drunks shouting out to bartenders after the pubs had closed. But it was also an ask of her. One that centered on her willingness to give herself away and made her the most important person in his world at that moment. Vistri had an easy answer for those types of inquiries.

She could see the ravenous curse glaring in his eyes. Astarion was all need, and yet he gave her the chance to decide. To be taken, or not?

And what would that be like? If she let him take her? If she just laid back and craned her neck?

No!

Absolutely not! No!

She shut her eyes to think for a moment, almost wishing Shadowheart would stir. Where’s a cleric when you need one most? She could help her say no. Or rather, wouldn’t let Vistri say yes—But she’d be absolutely insufferable about it the whole time!

Vistri fell into Astarion’s eyes the moment she opened hers.

“Gods be damned,” she whined.

“What?”

“Shhhsh! Let me think!”

Astarion’s mind was so consumed by the sight of her throat that he couldn’t come up with a retort. He just swallowed and stared longingly at her.

Gods, he was going to eat her up!

Vistri knew she was already lost, but she still had to fight it. As a last resort, she turned to the tadpoles. Even if she was doomed to give in, she could at least see the moment for what it was. She always considered pushing into someone else’s mind without permission a gross transgression, but if Astarion was willing to take without asking, then the truth was more important than his trust or comfort.

It was as simple as giving in. Vistri reached out to both their tadpoles, blending their minds so she could read his. The door she created only opened one way though. She imagined her mind as an impenetrable abyss. Nothing could breach it. Vistri would peer inside his consciousness without showing him any of her own. She pictured Astarion's mind as a sea, its waters ready to be parted, and dove in.

And as she stole information, memory, the tadpole enacted its own violation, nestling further into her flesh. It touched parts nothing should ever touch and ate things she couldn’t afford to lose. But what would that matter after tonight? Or at the end of their seven days?

“I—What’s this? What’s happening?”

Vistri forced herself to ignore the helplessness in his voice; hold tight onto her regret and push it down. There was no turning back. It already cost too much to catch the faintest glimpse.

She found the most monstrous things inside his head, but Astarion wasn’t the horror. His memories were cracked and quivering, living right at the forefront of his mind. Vistri travelled along their strings and found a hand wrapped around them in the form of dark eyes, commanding him. Feed.

Feed on the rat.

The memory was shame, and it twisted his face. Astarion grimaced as if stabbed, and Vistri hated herself in a way she never had before.

More than a command, that sinister voice was like another brain willing one's body to move. Vistri could feel Astarion's teeth, her teeth, sinking into a struggling rat, body twisting as it shrieked. She choked on the feeling of its fur on her own tongue, as viscerally as if it sat there now. She felt its bones break under her bite. Pangs of disgust and unmet need mixed up together into a particular form of sickness. Astarion was starving, and her rising empathy fueled her rage rather than quelled it. The gnaw at his core was a nightmare Vistri would never forget.

“You ate animals because you were forced to,” she spat bitterly, “Not because you wanted to.”

“I—Yes,” there was no point in denying it after all she’d seen, “Yes, I ate whatever disgusting vermin my master picked.”

Astarion spoke with a wave of vengeful revulsion, his glare and tone defensive wounds that made her stomach hurt to witness. Vistri felt like she wanted to bite someone almost as much as he did. Having nowhere to put it made her restless. So she shook her hands to rid them of magical impulses, a nervous habit of hers, “Fuck!”

“Once again, if we could lower our voices.”

“That’s horrible, Astarion!”

What sort of cruel joke was she playing at? Vistri looked sincere enough, Astarion would give her that, but why on Toril would she care? His brows knotted suspiciously.

He seemed a little confused, but Vistri thought that was understandable. Maybe he didn’t know it was horrible and was hearing it out loud for the first time. She’d been there before herself.

“Believe me, I’m well-acquainted with how horrible it all was.”

Vistri froze. Astarion couldn’t be reading her mind, could he? She pulled out her go-to check for such a spell and conjured a graphic image in her mind’s eye. In as much detail as she could manage, Vistri pictured the biggest, bulgiest, veiniest, drippiest penis she could think of. Nothing pretty about it, just vaguely unsettling and truly shocking. As she held that image, she squinted at Astarion and picked apart every aspect of his expression.

She found only sadness there. Invisible bruises, hit again and again, covered his face once she knew to look for them. There was no hint indicating he shared her conjured horror; only an agonized recollection. It didn’t just absolve him, it made Vistri feel quite terrible for thinking of a horrible penis just then.

And if he was really reading her mind… Well… I’m so sorry.

Without acknowledging her mental apology, Astarion spoke again, “So you can see why I’m slow to trust you.”

Especially if she was going to keep poking around his mind without asking. Astarion had been so ready to be rid of her just to hide the whole vampire thing, and now both that and Cazador were out of the bag in the space of one mistake. His own memories played through her head, and for some reason he couldn’t touch hers at all.

“But I do trust you,” he lied, “And you can trust me.”

Vistri paused, gathered herself, and met his deception with one of her own, “I do. I believe you.”

The grins on their faces hissed like snakes. Neither called it out, willingly entering a folie à deux. Both were desperate to believe the lies they told, each other's and their own. In a fucked up way only the two of them could manage, it turned into its own type of trust. It wasn’t real, but it was there.

For as long as they both agreed on its existence.

“Thank you,” Astarion sounded genuine and even tipped his head.

Vistri nodded back, you’re welcome.

But Astarion wasn’t done yet. The ache still rumbled through him, making his mouth water.

“Do you think you could trust me just a little further?” he asked carefully with a flourish of his hand.

Vistri raised her brows.

“I only need a taste,” he cajoled, “I swear.”

The pounding in her ears started up again. He offered a thrill she’d never tried before. A vampire. People usually didn’t come back from one of those bites, did they? It was never only just a taste, was it?

“Fine. But not a drop more than you need,” she agreed despite her best intentions.

Astarion sounded a bit shocked, “Really? I—Of course.”

The fact that even he was surprised Vistri said yes was a red flag she was fully aware of. She was very aware. If magic whispered under her skin, self-destructive impulses shouted through it.

“Not one drop more,” he promised, elation breaking through his measured voice. He still couldn’t believe she said yes; that it had been that easy. No one had ever known him for what he was and offered themselves anyway. Maybe he didn’t have to get rid of her after all.

Maybe he didn’t want to.

For Vistri, it was the ultimate moment of truth. She was either someone important enough to spare, or this would be her final night. Astarion would either take only as much as she gave, or use her up completely. It was a true test of value; who they were to each other, and who they were as people.

“Let’s make ourselves comfortable, shall we?” Astarion offered smoothly, inviting her back to her bedroll with a gesture. If she came to him willing, there was no reason the moment couldn't be a nice one for the both of them. He had no idea what he was doing and found a certain comfort in the familiar role of hospitality.

Vistri glared at him, reading his genuine attempt at kindness as a sort of gloating insincerity. She mumbled as she settled down, “Could have started out this way if you weren’t such a bitch about that boar.”

“I was not!—You’re ruining the atmosphere now, darling.”

“Atmosphere? We’re in the dirt trying not to wake our companions who are also in the dirt.”

Astarion raised a brow, more amused at her antics than vexed, “Bit more premium than the mud, at least. Now lie back.”

They were going to try this again, with her permission this time. Vistri laid back in her bedroll fully prepared for death. She knew her worth and was ready to surrender to it.

Dirt.

Vistri was dirt. Whatever was about to happen would validate that, and it excited her enough to feel something as much as it choked her.

“I’ll haunt you,” she said.

“What?”

“If you kill me. I’ll haunt you.”

“Right.”

As Astarion crawled over Vistri, all he could think was, finally. The pulse in her throat called to him, reaching towards his like a siren diva. A completely brand-new ecstasy was his to savor, and he kept waiting for someone to snatch it away before he could have a taste. Like always.

Still, he waited. Unwilling to cross a line that would make him lose his prize. He let out a low groan, almost a growl, in anticipation of her signal.

Vistri tried to blink away the warmth that spread over her as he hovered above her. It wouldn’t go away.

She gave up and closed her eyes, making a silent bet with herself, “Go on.”

Astarion lunged forward and pierced her neck so fast it was like the punctuation to her sentence.

Vistri anticipated teeth, not mouth. Turns out his fangs were only there for puncture. The rest of it was all lips and tongue and throat. She knew there would be pain, but it was quick and sharp before throbbing into numbness. It was a strange sensation, but not overall unpleasant.

Their life forces seemed to merge at his bite. He flowed into her and through her as he took, like two rivers meeting at a frothing current. Vistri's breath would be rough and laborious if she wasn’t working so intently to be still and quiet.

Good, little prey.

Her heart beat out such a rapid, panicked tune; fighting helplessly in her chest as she gave herself to him with nothing less than a death wish. Astarion longed painfully for a moment like this for two terrible centuries, and it was so much better than he ever dared to dream. Her dragon blood was cool on his tongue, like frosted cream. The silver scales on her face had piqued his curiosity, he’d wondered before how she tasted. Now he was blessed with the knowledge, he was lost in it. Astarion didn’t exist anymore. Just the need.

He swallowed her down.

Vistri began to think that maybe she should probably stop him.

Probably.

Or she could let him continue. Give in entirely until she was all gone…

Astarion never wanted to stop. All performance was cast aside, abandoned with no grace. The only thing left in control was his cursed nature. His tongue eagerly lapped up the blood against her neck with no sign of stopping.

She let him do as he pleased. Wanted to disappear between his lips. Vistri couldn’t tell if there was something narcotic in his bite, or if that was just…

Gods, please don’t let that just be him. She felt her knees shiver, and almost let Astarion have his way.

Then another thought suddenly shouted above all the others. Maybe he couldn’t control himself. He’d said he trusted her, and if that wasn’t a lie, then perhaps he meant for her to stop him before he lost them both.

“That’s enough,” she reluctantly sighed.

Her voice reached Astarion through the dreamy fog.

“Mhh?” he moaned, yes?

He was still lapping her up as he answered, and his question broke over her skin. Vistri twitched and he mistook it for pain.

Excusing himself, he tore away from the bliss of her neck with a courteous, “Oh, of course.”

A chill came over her as his body left hers. The continued pounding of Vistri's heart grounded her in the reality that she was still alive. She’d survived Astarion's favor. Pressing her hand against the wound to stop the bleeding, she felt a sort of glee wash over her.

Standing across from each other, their chests rose and fell. Wanting more.

“That—” his words faltered, overcome by a mixture of ecstatic satisfaction and lingering bloodlust.

Vistri’s stomach flipped. Renewed vigor was palpable in his very energy, and a genuine smile spread over his gloomy face.

“That was…”

She watched him appreciatively smell the mess left on his lips. Then again delight in her taste, sucking his fingers clean of all remnants, one by one.

“Amazing.”

He wore an even wider smile. Everything Vistri was swirled inside her like strong wind.

“My mind is finally clear,” he continued, “I feel strong. I feel…" He took a deep, smiling breath, "Happy!”

That was the first time Vistri ever saw Astarion take such a complete deep breath. She learned that his shoulders sat naturally lower than she previously thought.

And this was her effect on him. Her blood in his veins.

Something about that made her want to taste him right back.

But she refused to give that urge any attention, and spoke to shake it off, “I’m looking forward to seeing you fight.”

He was grateful to her for rooting the moment in something they could actually discuss. Even if he wanted to share every detail that went into the descriptor of amazing, Astarion wasn’t sure he could put into words what this meant to him.

“Shouldn’t take long,” he smirked, “So many people need killing.”

And Vistri wasn’t one of them.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me,” he bowed, “You’re invigorating, but I need something more filling.”

It was true, Astarion was plagued with a lingering hunger, having abided by the bounds of Vistri's consent and stopping before he was satisfied. But what really set his feet jittering was the real weight of all these brand-new feelings. No wonder Cazador kept his spawn apart from thinking prey. Even a little taste of all that life brought back so much of what he’d stolen. 

“Wait!” Vistri called out as he turned to strut away into the forest.

They bumped into each other as he twirled back around.

“Sorry,” they both said.

Astarion stepped back. She didn’t.

“Um,” she gestured at her face, “You have…”

He could feel her breasts brushing against his chest, and blinked as if that would help him to ignore it.

“What?” he asked quite shortly.

With an unsure gesture, Vistri reached up to his mouth. Even though she went slowly, questioningly, it was faster than explaining. At least in her current, near-speechless state. She asked with her eyes if she could get closer, and he answered with his own to inch closer, even though they were narrowed and suspicious.

Astarion jumped slightly at her touch but allowed Vistri to wipe her finger along the corner of his grin.

“Little bit of blood,” she murmured, and cleared her throat.

She held up her smeared finger in demonstration, and Astarion had to stop himself from grabbing it and licking it clean.

“Oh,” he said, “My, my! I have made a mess, haven’t I?”

Vistri didn’t know what to say, so she mirrored his smirk. But she didn’t want to just stand there smiling like someone thick, so she rushed herself to say something clever. Which came out thick, “Nothing that takes more than a little wipe.”

He had no idea what she was talking about and just needed to leave, “Right. Well—”

She was standing so close. He could still sense her pulse, smell the blood clotting on her neck. The demons inside him were screaming to tear her apart. Astarion had to get away, but he was held in place.

Vistri was looking at him with such a mix of emotion that it made her a riddle.

Why didn’t she stake him? Why did she let him sup? Trust him at the risk of her life?

Astarion’s eyes travelled from her neck to her lips. Now that he’d had a taste of her throat, he found himself desperately curious about all her other parts.

His stare made Vistri tremble even more than she had in the gods’ damned mind flayer pod! Which was ridiculous! She’d long ago sworn off aristocratic types. The fourth night into an illithid transformation was not the right time to fall of that wagon!

“Off you go!” she playfully pushed Astarion towards the trees, needing him out of sight. She'd normally leave herself, but had nowhere else to go besides her bedroll a few paces from where they now stood.

He obliged, but suddenly turned once more to thank her. Which crashed them into each other again.

This time, they both took a big leap back. Instead of apologizing, they shared a brief look and let out a pressure value-laugh.

Astarion became serious for a moment. His voice sounded softer and stronger than she knew it could be.

“This is a gift, you know. I won’t forget it.”

If she answered with more sincerity, they'd both choke.

“Wouldn’t dare let you,” she smirked.

He returned it, then left Vistri alone to nurse her aching neck.

She could still feel his mouth on her skin, and her breathing hadn’t yet stilled. Shit. Now that Astarion was out of sight, she felt her bones calling him back. Vistri shut her eyes tight, willing the wanting to go away.

If it was kind, it would just go away.

There was something bittersweet about how the raw power Astarion now harnessed depended on Vistri’s kindness. A proper hunt would surely be more satisfying. The woods were full of treasure, but they felt empty. So many bodies slumbered in the shadows, but the one he truly sought was in the other direction.

It didn’t matter that she was the first person he ever drank from and had nothing to compare her to. Perhaps it was instinct, but he already knew that nothing else out there could match the fine, exquisite vintage that was her.

Astarion explained it away as just the dragon blood. It wasn’t tied to that drow at all.

It couldn’t be.

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Big moment, that following morning was. Pleasantly enough, none of the others tried to drive a stake through Astarion’s heart upon learning his true nature. Nor did Vistri suddenly change her mind and call for a mob. She even stood up for him. Showed a suspicious amount of understanding.

But that’s how she’d always survived.

A bit of kindness tinged with charm, and lying back, goes a long way.

Astarion seemed the happiest that Vistri had ever seen him. Although, to be fair, they’d journeyed together less than a tenday, and not under the most pleasant circumstances. She’d seen him smile, but not like that. Not like the way he’d been smiling since—

His lips on her neck…

“Augh!” Vistri exclaimed, walking unannounced into Shadowheart’s tent, “I feel like a ripe pile of shit!”

“Were you raised in a barn?!” Shadowheart cried, startled and put out by her new friend’s sudden appearance.

“No, the Underdark—But that’s not important right now,” Vistri answered, too obsessed at the moment to exchange a bit of back and forth, “We don’t have time for an ethics debate.”

“An ethics debate? You just barged into my tent!”

“Because I needed to talk to you!” she explained, as if that answered everything sufficiently.

“I swear, if you hadn’t saved my life…”

“I know, I know! I’m insufferable. Do you have wine?”

“It is just passed sunrise.”

“Yes, and I’m very thirsty.”

Somehow, Shadowheart’s exasperated refusal to indulge her self-destructive habits prompted Vistri to spill everything. How she never felt anything.

How much she felt last night.

“You like the vampire?”

Vistri looked as if Shadow had just spat in her face, and protested, “I do not!”

While she had her crisis at Shadowheart, Astarion was literally skipping through the woods. He couldn’t remember a day where he felt better than he did this morning. With her blood flowing through him, giving back life.

Was this what it felt like to be Vistri? he found himself musing, watching the dapple of shadows dance across his hands as the sunlight trickled through the trees.

Which was a very ironic conclusion for him to draw, considering that she was just now sobbing wildly on Shadowheart’s awkward shoulder.

But Vistri never let him inside her mind despite pushing into his, not after that first initial taste; when they met on the ground in his arms, while his blade pressed into her. Too much was happening then for Astarion to really notice anything, and he only felt a hint of someone else before she instinctually shut her mind off from his. They’d shared a memory, but it was like the directions of a play read aloud, not the feelings of an actor emoted through their eyes.

It piqued his curiosity now that he spent a little time in her company. Had a taste of her.

And like a cat discovering a closed door, he was suddenly possessed by the need to pry it open.

Turns out, things were working out for Astarion better than he could have ever imagined. He could get used to his luck turning around like this. Not only did the rest of his companions accept that he was a vampire without much complaint, Vistri offered to let him feed again.

Before he accepted, it was important for Astarion to make clear that nothing would ever happen again without her say so. He could be better than Cazador ever was—wanted to be better.

“I shall wait patiently until you suggest we… dine together.”

Vistri could feel heat rising in her face. Cheesy little comments of his like that previously grated on her nerves, and now she wanted to giggle.

What the fuck was wrong with her? Did she really want him? Could she really… imagine that as a possibility?

“But until then: No more late-night surprises, you have my word on that,” he promised. Rather sincerely, actually.

It was probably due to some vampiric thrall she must be under, but Vistri decided to trust his words. Every night could be its own test, and a sick part of her hoped he’d break his vow. That he’d prove it was all good to be true; show her who she really was. Prove that neither of them were worth it.

“Thank you,” she said, biting her lip, “And if you don’t mind, I have a vow of my own to exchange.”

“Oh?”

“Pushing into your mind… I wasn’t sure if you were going to kill me, but in finding out, I also… That was for you to save or tell. Not for me to find out. Not like that. I swear I’ll never do it again. Not without asking first.”

Astarion looked a bit devastated; shook it off with a smirk, and then said, “We’re even.”

Vistri was taken aback, “Even?”

“I've only tried to stab you when we first met, and bite you while you’ve slept. A little wriggling around with my mind worm… Well, you’re not better than me after all! In fact, you’re just like me.”

She smiled and looked at her feet, “I wouldn’t go as far as that.”

Even the teasing mention of closeness was too much for Vistri to endure, and she hated him for it.

So of course she didn’t want to appear too eager! She waited a whole other day before proposing another late-night snack. Astarion took it to be a reward for his good behavior; not coming back for seconds before he was asked.

The anticipation ate at them even worse after they agreed it would happen that night, and it itched at them all day. Unfortunately, Astarion was a bit of a stress-eater, and quite literally bit off more than he could chew with a large bear that evening before they met up. Draining it just barely replaced what he'd lost, which left him punch drunk and dizzy from his own bloodlessness. Their fun was put off for another night.

Much to the vexation of both.

He didn’t want to wake her that second time, not because he didn’t want her to be present, but because he was doing his best not to be an inconvenience. Vistri wasn’t offended either; he was so obviously sure he was doing her a favor. Oh, but she wanted to be awake for it! Not asleep, not in trance, but there feeling his—

Shit. Bad thoughts! No, no, no.

It was nothing. He meant nothing. She was nothing but a source of sustenance. Vistri had a purpose, and that was that.

She was food.

But then… So was that bandit earlier. Now he was food. Astarion drunk him dry with little grace. Ripped his screaming throat from out of his neck, and the spray went everywhere! Tonight he would gently creep up to her in the dark, at her behest, and take only a little while trying his best not to cause her to stir. It was quite the contrast.

That bandit was a meal. Vistri was a treat.

Then what was this even all for?

Vistri shooed away her curiosity before it meant she had to answer that question herself.

Waiting impatiently in her bedroll, eyes shut tight, Vistri could feel her heart pounding as if it was berating her for their present circumstances.

Oh, hush! she thought, arguing back.

This wasn’t her best performance, pretending to be in the midst of trance as she was. Her focus was elsewhere, searching for his presence through her pores. Her mind froze when Astarion finally began to approach. Even without seeing, she knew he was there; could feel his proximity before he touched her. The very air changed around him, like a storm cloud. Her senses filled with something herbal and sweet, then brandy and heat as his chest crept over hers.

She held her breath, even though deep breathing was the telltale sign of trance. Vistri thought he caught her, sensing him pause for a moment. Then she reasoned she was probably making that up.

But she didn’t. He did pause. Not because he noticed she wasn’t breathing, but because he still wasn’t quite sure this was all really happening. Not just some mad trick of the tadpole.

He swallowed and let himself lean carefully down, until his body pressed into hers. He could feel her heart beating frantically, but in his distraction, it didn’t give her away. Astarion just took it as a sign she was alive. That this really was all real.

His lips met her neck before his fangs. Vistri held back a shiver, taking a deep breath against it. She stifled a moan as one hummed quietly in Astarion’s throat. She could feel it vibrate on hers, neck to neck. Feel her life and power flow into him and through him. Power. Pleasure.

It was palpable.

Astarion’s tongue moved against her skin, swallowing her.

She even lost herself for a moment. As her mind flew blissfully away, her fingers, those sluts, found their way up into his curls.

Her hands grasped the sides of his head. Vistri wasn’t trying to push him away, she just needed to brace herself against the loss of gravity. Astarion didn’t even notice at first. It just felt like part of the whole thing. It was her sudden movement as she jerked them back that brought his attention to her wakefulness.

“Are you not in your trance?” he asked in the crook of her neck.

“No,” she answered with her eyes still closed, “Do you want me to be?”

She was truly the most curious thing to him. Was she pretending to be in a trance to please him? While allowing him to drink from her? Who does that? Astarion smirked, shaking his head, “I thought you’d prefer…”

Vistri opened her eyes and looked into his. She’d been warned her whole life about elves with red eyes.

“No, I—” she blushed, “I mean, it’s quite fun. Is it not?”

“It is?”

Curiouser and curiouser.

She nodded.

“Well, that’s nice to hear.”

“Do you want to-?” Vistri gestured to her neck.

“Right, yes,” Astarion said, clearing his throat. Regaining his cool, he slyly suggested, “Why don’t you crawl into my lap?”

Vistri couldn’t breathe.

Her non-answer was a glorious victory. Astarion could tell he had an effect, a sway over her somehow. He tilted his head back, smiling with confidence, “You do want it, don’t you?”

Lightheaded, Vistri gave in and sat across his knees. Grinning, Astarion grabbed her up into his arms and dipped her dramatically with a slight growl. Vistri giggled, too loudly, and he cupped a hand over her mouth.

He shushed her, “Be still now.”

First, he brought his lips back to her throat. Then his tongue. Then his fangs.

A moan escaped Vistri this time. One, warm hand cradled the back of her neck as he drank from the front of it.

He promised it would be just a taste, and it was just a taste. She didn’t even have to hold him back this time. Astarion stopped on his own accord, before she was ever in any real danger.

When she opened her eyes, Astarion had stars in his. Just a little bit of her, and he was an entirely new person.

Self-satisfied, Vistri grinned, “You’re welcome.”

Sitting up, her head swayed forward like a drunkard and almost smashed into his skull.

“Oh, there you go,” he muttered, steadying her.

Vistri looked up at him, her face so close to his. “I’m okay,” she answered before he could ask.

“Don’t try to get up just yet. You’ll take another tumble, and who knows if I’m feeling generous enough to catch you again.”

“Bastard,” she laughed weakly.

Vistri could smell her blood on his breath. She inhaled deeply, closing her eyes so the only thing in existence was the scent lingering between them. She couldn’t imagine liking this so much with anyone el—She shot up so fast, suddenly standing to escape those thoughts.

“Careful!”

Astarion must have been feeling generous because he caught her a second time.

“Oops,” she said, embarrassed.

“You ought to take better care of yourself, darling. I’m invested now.” Funny thing, that wasn't even a lie. He'd never met someone like her before.

Vistri met his grin with performative suspicion, “How heartening.”

Astarion's eyes followed the words as they bounced off her lips. He smiled realizing they were perfectly painted instead of washed clean.

She either swayed or leaned closer. Even Vistri couldn't tell if it was blood loss or an intentional inching of her feet.

“You look a bit peaked,” Astarion said nervously.

“Yes,” Vistri sighed, standing so near, “Off to bed I go.”

Even the air between them pounded. They stayed very still. His breath turned into her breath.

Then Astarion broke the spell, stepping back with narrowed eyes, “Sweet dreams, then.”

“Sweet dreams.”

But there were no dreams.

Just forbidden thoughts that ran endlessly through their minds, until even their muscles ached.

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Enemy Number One

Tommyinnit x Streamer!reader

MCC on a different team than Tommy doesn’t go to plan

Word Count: 899

A/N: This is my first fic for Tommy/mcyt so I hope you like it (and please request for them)

Warnings: Language (lots of it)

For this MCC, you and Tommy were on seperate teams. Scott decided that since you two went public with your relationship, he didn’t want anyone to have to deal with both of you on one team so he split you up. You two had been on the same team in the past so neither of you were upset at not being together for the tournament.

You were on Yellow Yaks with Wilbur, Phil, and Shelby and you guys were third with only two more games left. If your team did well enough, you could make it to the top two and play in Dodgebolt. 

“I think it might be hole in the wall,” Phil said as you all watched the chickens move about the voting arena.

“Nooo,” you whined, “I want to get to the other side. It’s more fun.”

“But we’re better at hole in the wall,” Phil countered, “It’ll put us in a better lead for the last game.”

“Or, we can save it for the last game and pop off,” you suggested. 

You watched as the in-game chat started counting the chickens and then the chosen game flashed up on the screen, “Yes!” you yelled, startling everyone, “Okay okay, just remember on the building ones to build up high first and then bridge. You’re less likely to get knocked off that way.”

~~~~~

You were halfway done with the game and you were sitting in the top ten. The past three rounds, you had gotten knocked off and your chat had informed you that it had been Tommy each time.

“Chat, does he have it out for me or what?” you asked, reading through all the messages saying it was Tommy who kept knocking you off, “Listen, we had an agreement we wouldn’t go easy on each other but I didn’t think I would have to tell him to not fucking target me. If he does it again, I’ll kill him.”

You umnuted on Discord and explained to your team what was happening, “Tommy is being a dick,” you said, “He keeps knocking me off. Chat is saying he’s purposely targeting me.”

Phil laughed at your complaint, “I’m not surprised.”

“Philza Minecraft. He is the reason we are losing. You should be more upset,” you said, pouting.

“Y/s/n just punch him back,” Will said.

“You know I don’t need an excuse to do that,” you said as the next round started. It was a building one so you built a pillar and started bridging across the platforms. From the corner of your screen, you saw the familiar pixels of Tommy’s skin coming closer to you.

“Oh no you don’t you bastard,” you mumbled under your breath. You tried to move away from him but it was too late. You tried to fight him off once he got close but it didn’t work. You got knocked off into the void.

“Tommyinnit you fucking dickhead prick!” you screamed, way louder than you anticipated, “I know where you fucking live and I will fucking murder you.”

“Everything okay over there?” Phil asked in the moment of silence that followed your rant.

“Does it sound like everything is okay? No Tommy fucking hit me off again. I need to go yell at him. I swear to god I’m going to commit murder or arson or both.”

~~~~~

You managed to keep your cool for the rest of the two rounds but as soon as you got back to the main lobby, you grabbed your phone and called Tommy.

“Tommy fucking innit. What the fuck? You kept hitting me off. Each round. Six times in a row. What the fuck!” you screamed through the phone.

Tommy had to quickly mute on discord so no one else on his team heard your angry rant. He tried hard not to laugh as you were yelling but he let a chuckle slip.

“Are you laughing at me?” you asked him.

“Well technically yes but also no,” he said, trying to cover himself.

“What does that mean?”

He changed subjects, trying to get the heat off of him, “Are you really upset with me over the game?”

“Not really but don’t you dare target me again like that,” you threatened, “Or I’ll make you come to America to visit. I won’t come to Brighton anymore.”

“Okay okay I won’t,” he said, holding his hands up in defense.

“And you also have to win me a stuffed animal from the arcade,” you added.

“Fine,” he replied, “I’m sorry.”

“You better be,” you grumbled, saying goodbye before hanging up on him, “I’ll murder him chat,” you said to your viewers, “Unless he does win me that stuffed sloth I wanted. Then he’s forgiven.”

Of course, everyone knew you weren’t actually that mad at him and you were just overreacting for the content. Yours and Tommy’s fans know that you wouldn’t let a video game competition break you up or cause an argument.

~~~~~

In the end, your team finished third behind Purple Pandas and Tommy’s team, the Red Rabbits. For Dodgebolt, you immediately got the red foam finger and cheered for his team.

His team didn’t end up winning so you had to take the chance to bully him a little on Twitter before you two called and you made sure to tell him how great he did and how proud of him you were, which he returned. 

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Bedroom wedding

It was the biggest event of the year. Your wedding with Xiao from 6breeze.

But hell rained down. Your cake was destroyed from the fans, the venue destroyed from the stampede, your dress ruined because the jealous Xiao fans dumped red wine down it, the police arresting every single fan of sixth breeze, a small fire that burned the wedding gifts. You were crying Xiao screaming bloody murder at the people who were getting arrested, he friends trying to calm him down, the officator confessing what he had done.

So how did it end up like this?

- a week before the wedding-

Sunday

'X-xiao?' You stuttered quietly.

'Yes?' He smiled as he looked over at you.

'My viewers have been b-bugging me to get a special g-guest on s-stream.' You said very anxious and nervous.

You were a vtuber. A very popular one. You little character was a cute human wearing a very adorable butterfly jacket.The character had a small septum piercing and a spider bite piercing. A pair of butterfly wings attached to your character. They were black and teal.

Xiao choose the colors off the wings awhile back when you choose to update your look.

He also drew the current models hairstyle.

'When?' He asked.

You looked at him surprised. You thought he'd reject the offer.

'Is tomorrow ok?' You asked.

He nodded.

He knew this was coming. It why he drew up a design as well. He had it set up too.

His avatar wore a giant black Hoodie, hair the same color as his, the avatar had cat ear with piercing going through them.

---

Monday

The next day came Xiao was in the shared room setting up his model. He got it set next to yours. He had another motion capture camera next to yours.

You were very nervous your stutter getting worse. Xiao started up the stream.

He whispered in your ear. You nodded calming down.

'Hi guys!'

He smiled as the stream went into a frenzy.

---

Tuesday

You were adding the finishing touches to you wedding dress. You were a seamstress when not streaming. You made your wedding dress by hand. Same with the brides maid dresses. Hand made.

Xiao knocked on the door.

'Yes?' You said. You had your days were the stutter didn't show up.

He entered the room.

'Hey I have some seats reserved for wangshu if you would like to have a date night.' He said scrolling through his phone. 'After that we can go to the new desert shop that just opened up.'

He looked up. God you looked so beautiful. Pin cushion on your wrist tongue slightly poking out revealing a tongue piercing. Your tongue peiricng glittering in the light. It had a small butterfly stopper something Xiao got for your anniversary. It was a matching one to his ear piercing.

You looked up.

'Sounds great...ow' you poked your finger.

Great seamstress bad habit of sewing with out looking.

'Put that down. Come on let's get going.' He said. You nodded putting everything away.

The date was nice. It was relaxing. You were able to iron out a few details.

----

Wednesday

You looked lumine. Something had happened and you were in full panic mode.

'B-b-b-but th-th-they said it would b-b-be here' You stuttered out. 'I-i-i need the arch h-here!'

'Its ok. I have kaveh working on something. The wedding is this Saturday. He says he'll have it done by Friday. All he asks is that you be patient. Hell do it free. Think of it as a gift.'

You nodded.

'Hey I know this a a multi million mora private wedding you'll pull this off. Besides what the worse that can happen? A few late guests.' She said patting your shoulder.

Oh how wrong she was.

----

Thursday.

You stared at the venue door. You weren't picky you really weren't, but you had a very very bad feeling. So you demanded extra security for Saturday. The wedding planner tried her best to assure you that it would be ok. After some convincing you dropped the subject.

Xiao ripped the wedding planner a new one that fateful day.

---

Friday.

You gasped. The arch was pretty. Kaveh smiled.

'From your reaction I take it you love it' He said. 'I looked at the original one and changed the design a bit.'

'Thank you' You said. 'I'll pay you.'

'Please don't. Think of this as a wedding gift.' He said smiling.

'But you had to rush to make it' You started but he cut you off.

'Please dont.' He said.

Friday evening

That night you and Xiao were at the hotel across the street from the venue. Your wedding dress and bridesmaids dresses in the changing room at the venue.

You stared at the building the feeling getting worse. Xiao was in the shower.

'Why won't it go away?' You asked quietly.

'Why won't what go away?' Xiao asked causing you to jump. 'Sorry.'

'Its f-fine' you said averting your eyes.

Xiao was out of the shower towel around his waist. His hair was still dripping.

You hid behind your hands.

'Youve seen it so many times' Xiao said small smile appearing. 'Why do you hide everytime?'

'I-i don't know' your voice muffled by your hands.

Xiao just smiled walking over to you. Wrapping his arms around your body he looked at the building.

'What feeling were you talking about' He asked.

'I asked for more security on Thursday. Wedding planner said not to worry about what they have is plenty. ' You said looking up at him. 'I have a bad feeling that this wedding is going to end in a disaster. We spent so much money on it. Lumine agreed with me on the security when I texted her.'

Xiao nodded pulling away.

'Ill see what I can do. Go shower.' He kissed the top of your head. 'And wear this.'

He gave you something. You looked at it then him.

Xiao was a man with very few demands but he knew what he wanted and when he wanted it.

You smiled.

'Ok.' You said closing the curtains heading for the bathroom.

----

Saturday.

It was the big.

You woke up first. You didn't have to be up till ten and it was currently seven thirty. Xiao sensing you awake woke up as well.

'What's wrong?' He asked pulling you close.

'The feelings back' you said sitting up slowly.

Xiao followed the action pulling you into his lap.

'I'll take care of it' He said.

You nodded.

'Lets sleep a little more' He said kissing your cheek.

You smiled at the thought.

----

'Huh?!' Your mom was here? You never gave her an invitation. 'But she threw me out at sixteen. I haven't spoken to her in over ten years! Who fucking spilled! I haven't spoken to my family in ten fucking years! Who fucking told her'

You were mad. No one answering lumine leaving to kick your mom out. The other girls scrambling to figure out how.

The make up artist made a face before she turned you to face her.

You kept silent lumine returning holding what looked like an invite.

'She says she bribed the mail man for this. Turns out she lives next to me.' Lumine said.

You made a noise. The make up artist looked at you smiling.

'And done. What do you think?' She asked holding up the hand mirror.

You had turquoise eye shadow, the wings small but big enough to suit your face nicely. The inner eye lid had a nice green.

'Wait...did you color match my fiance hair to do my makeup?' You asked.

She nodded.

'Thanks.' You said.

She smiled back as you handed her the check.

'Have a lovely day and heres to a long and happy marriage.

With that she left. Lumine approached you.

'Come on love, let's get you in the dress. Everyone else is waiting for you.' She smiled.

'Lumine. Your the best maid of honor' you said.

'Aw thanks love come on' She said pulling you up.

----

You looked around the room. A strange noise coming from outside. The whole room dead silent. The officator not talking.

'Xiao...somethings not right' you said.

Xiao nodded. He had called for extra security but he felt the same.

You both looked out the window just in time for something to shatter it. A girl climbed through. Suddenly windows started breaking more girls climbing through even boys. You looked on in horror then heard a Crack. Looking at the door you cursed yourself quietly as the door broke.

This was a private wedding. Yes it was the main event of the year but it was private. Only your fellow classmates from teyvat university were allowed.

'XIAO NO! YOUR MINE' a girl shrieked running towards you.

More followed.

Suddenly the whole building was over run by 6th breeze fans. Your guests scattered around trying to handle everything. You looked over at the gift table. Some fan had set it on fire. You looked at the cake just in time to see someone knock it over. Fans grabbing bottles of wine. They ran toward you opening them. Xiao was suddenly carried off. You watched as the fans dumped the wine on you. You were in shock you just let them.

Aether, kazuha, kazuha fiancee rin, lumine, tighnari, and ganyu were on their phones calling for the police. Itto was trying to put the fire out with kuki and yan fei. Zhongli was prying girls off Xiao with venti scaramouche and cyno. Dehya was tackling the girls who had dumped red wine on your dress.

All of your guests were trying to get the entire thing under control.

You started crying the banquet of flowers falling from your hands so you could cover your face.

It went dead silent everyone looking at your shaking figure. You fell to the ground.

There you sat on the ground.

'I have something to confess.' The officator said. 'I- in my excitement- may have leaked the location and time'

You sobbed harder.

It was ruined. Three and a half million mora down the drain. Three and a half million mora you couldn't get back. All because some dumb ass decided to leak the location.

Soon the police arrived. They came in big numbers having been told what the situation was and how bad it was. Without a glance they started handcuffing the fans. Xiao had managed to escape the girls and run to your side. He tried his best to comfort you. Your wedding planner next to him.

He stood up and looked at her.

'Thanks to you trying to convince my fiancee that it was safe we now have no wedding ceremony! If you had just shut up and done something about her feelings we wouldn't be in this situation!' He began.

The wedding planner trying to utter an explanation but he wasn't having it. 'Don't you start I have her word. Next time someone says something you listen. And you!'

He turned to face the fans. Aether kazuha scaramouche, heizou and venti trying to calm him down.

'You are all insane! Your my fans?! Last I checked they don't make my fiancee cry! They don't destroy a wedding ceremony, they don't ruin a dress my fiancee spent two years working on. You will be hearing from my lawyers and you will be paying the damages.'

Xiao bent down scooping you up.

'Wedding is off. Someone call the cleaners tell them I'll pay them double if they can clean up this mess. I'll triple it if its too much.' He said walking away with you in his arms.

You were still crying. Xiao did his best to calm you down. He walked across the street to the hotel.

----

You were in the middle of the bathroom Xiao undoing the dress. It was stained from all the red wine.

'There we go' He said undoing the zipper. The dress fell off your body slowly. Xiao prepped the shower as you stood there.

The only thing that could be salvage was the garter. It was white with a turquoise flower sewn on it.

You removed it dropping it next to the dress. Xiao stared at you. You were a mess. Eyes red, make up running hair in a loose messy bun. You smelled of wine.

'Come here love' He said.

You approached him slowly. He hugged you.

'Let get you out of these and in the shower' you nodded doing as said while he stripped down.

You stood under the shower head crying quietly. Xiao hugging you trying his best to comfort you.

That night you slept breathing uneven. Xiao scrolling on his phone one hand one your back.

New of the wedding made it, news of your face being revealed to be the famous blind butterfly vtuber, news of your agency cutting ties with you due the incident, news of Xiao loosing his cool.

So he went of social media calling out his 'fans' the wedding planners company, the vtuber agency.

*I want to give a very big FUCK YOU to the people involved in today's disasters. Thanks to you I now have an inconsolable fiancee who won't stop crying. She not only lost her dream wedding but has also lost her vtubing career. Her streaming days are now over because you couldn't keep the picture off the internet. The officator is stupid for having leaked the location of my private wedding. The wedding planner for not listening to my baby girl. I'm beyond pissed. You don't crash a private event. You definitely don't pour wine down someone's significant other. That dress was coming in at a million mora. Trust me she had an official dress designer take a look at it. That was two years of work down the drain. Two year of work only for me to see her in it for an hour. You will be paying for the damages. You will make an apology to my fiancee and it better be a sincere apology. I'm canceling the meet and greet as a punishment to those who caused this disaster.*

He watched as the media went wild. 6th breeze sharing his post. The guests reposting it. Fans pleading begging him to not cancel the meet and greet. The vtuber agency you were signed with responding to the post stating you had broken an agreement in your contract. Xiao called bs doing what he could to save your favorite thing in the world.

Eventually he went to sleep pulling your figure close.

----

Morning came and you had your dress on the hanger.

Xiao had woken up because your side was cold. He sat up spotting you on the ground. You had several bottles of cleaner next to you. You were dabbing at the red stain trying to get it out. Tears stained your cheeks a bunch of tissues surrounding you all red. But the damage was to big for you to clean.

Xiao slipped off the bed quielty approaching you. He sat next to you grabbing a tissue to help you. You thanked him quietly. He just nodded and started dabbing at the dress.

After a few hours you threw your hands up in frustration.

'I don't even know if the dry cleaners can save this. I had the dress design in my art book for years! Now it's ruined.' You said.

'They can try. I know you spent two years sewing the dress together. I know you spent long hours working on it.' Xiao cupped your cheek. 'Come on let take it to them and see if they can save it'

You nodded standing up with him. Together you managed to get the dress off the hanger and in packed neatly in a duffel bag.

----

The dry cleaner lady smiled when she saw the dress.

'Yes my time to shine.' She said. 'I can clean this. It'll be a couple days. But I can get this cleaned off and looking like it just came off the shelf.'

Xiao nodded sighing in relief. You were in the car scared to come in.

'Leave me you number and I'll call when it's done.' She said.

Xiao did as told then left. He walked up to the car and entered.

'She says she can rescue the dress.' He heard you sigh in relief. 'Would you...like to get something to eat?'

You guys haven't eaten in the last 24 hours.

Yes full twenty-four hours of no food.

'Please' you said.

'What sounds good?' He asked looking at you.

'Good hunter' you looked back at him.

He nodded starting the car.

-----

You were in just a shirt when Xiao asked the question.

'Hey y/n' Xiao voice came from behind you. 'What if...we just got married here?'

'Huh?' You looked up from the book.

Xiao was in his shorts shirtless.

'What if we just got married in this room. My dad can officiate. We could have our guests in this room.' He said sitting next to you. 'No fancy dresses, no fancy building. Just us my dad and our college friends.'

You thought about it before nodding.

'I'll send a mass text to everyone. Come in what their wearing. Call zhongli.' You said grabbing your phone.

----

Lumine almost took the door off its hinges with scaramouche behind her. She was literally in her pj's scaramouche fully dressed in everyday clothes, aether right behind her, kazuha and his fiancee rin followed. Soon all the teyvat university students were here waiting.

Zhongli arrived smiling. Making sure everyone was settled he began.

---

'You may kiss the bride.' Zhongli said.

Xiao happily kissed you. Everyone clapping. He pulled away hugging you.

'Alright! Let reserve the Celestia building for a party! Lumine smiled.

'Are you kidding me?! You spent last night drinking heavily and suddenly your hang over is gone!' Aether said looking at her 'now your planning parties!'

'Joy killer!' She said pointing at him.

'We may be adults but that doesn't mean I cant kick your ass' Aether said launching himself at his sister.

You giggled as the twins fought.

'DONT FORGET YOUR VISIONS!' Lumine shouted as she tackled aether to the ground.

---

True to lumines word she reserved the Celestia building.

That night you guys celebrated your marriage. Everyone in casual clothes. Xiao had his arms around you. You were hiding in the corner smiling, watching everyone interact.

Cyno playing tcg with dehya, tighnari nilou and albedo discussing something, Jean Lisa kaeya and diluc talking, aether holding venti in a headlock to prevent him from emptying out the bar tap, lumine talking to zhongli who had nahidas hand ei right behind him. Childe trying to flirt with lumine.

Xiao leaned in close.

'While this is great I have a surprise for you' He said pulling his phone out.

You watched as he showed you a transaction. The name sounded familiar.

'Wait! Xiao did you?' You asked looking at him.

He nodded.

'I purchased your model just so you could keep it.' He kissed your cheek 'I argued with the agency for a bit before they agreed to let me buy it. This is my gift to you.'

You started tearing up thanking him profusely. He just smiled nuzzling your cheek.

----

You guy did redo the wedding this time with heavy security. Were you going over the top? Maybe.

You had guards at every single window, door, and bathroom.

Did your guests think you were going overboard? Nope. All guest brought their visions.

6th breeze fans had apologized, payed the damages.

Your dress was saved and you tipped the cleaner a big one as a thanks.

For the flower toss you just walked over to kazuha fiancee and handed it to her. Xiao did the same with the garter he gave it to kazuha.

You looked at the crowd.

Venti got drunk discovering his limit, he also got aether and Xiao drunk as well. Lumine was having too much fun with scaramouche. Childe trying his darn best to presuade an unsuspecting razor for a fight. Kaveh and alhaitham were doing....things in a private closet. Barbara was helping Bennett who once again fell on his butt because of a rock. Zhongli was holding nahidas hand keeping ei away from the kitchen. Cyno was playing tcg with dehya Candice and tighnari trying to keep the peace between the two players. Nilou albedo and diluc having a discussion.

Everyone had smiles on their faces happy and at peace.

Your fellow vtubers came along in their vtuber forms as well. You had signed a new contact with a brand new agency hence the new vtuber friends.

You smiled as PRETTY HAVØC came on watching people dance. Xiao stumbled over to you barely missing the chair.

'I'm so happy we managed to get the dream wedding' He said slurring his words. 'But im going to kill that idiot'

You giggled patting his cheek.

Yea this was better. But not as good as getting married in a hotel room. Everyone in their everyday clothes, pajamas, bathing suits (that was dehya having a spa day that morning she just jumped in her car).

'I think I liked the wedding we held in the hotel room.' You said to him.

Xiao looked out at the crowd agreeing.

'Lets start this marriage off with our friends' He said sitting up leaning over to kiss you.

Bonus!

You looked at Xiao test in hand. It was positive.

'This is real?' He asked looking at the test.

You nodded.

'How long?' He asked.

'Possibly a month and a half' you said fearing the worse.

You watched as he stared at the test before wrapping his arms around you.

'Thank you' He whispered.

You smiled into his chest.

You had a little girl months later. Her name was guizhong.

#favoniuslibrary #genshin #genshin impact #emocka.writes #xiao fluff #xiao x reader

[bigskydreaming]

Jason, randomly, out of nowhere, without warning: Hah, I'm taller than you now. LMAO. Loser.

Dick, who knows perfectly well that height has absolutely nothing to do with self worth and also that he's supposed to be above being blatantly baited by his little brother, who is obviously the REAL loser, and needs to be reminded of that fact which so doesn't count as actually being baited: Please. You're only that tall now because you got revived in a magical pit of green ooze that optimized your growth when bringing you back from the dead which is CHEATING, and thus doesn't count. Loser.

Jason: Really? Me dying and being dunked in a magical pit of green ooze to undo the physical trauma of my MURDER and also the years of malnutrition that led to my growth previously NOT being optimized is 'cheating?'

Dick: I regretted it as soon as I said it but I can not afford to set the precedent that I made a misstep in the minefield that is our fraught sibling relationship. I have no choice but to double down. The only way this ends well is if you choose to let it slide and gracefully accept a subject change. I'll even let you pick. As long as its understood that me letting you pick is not an admission of wrongdoing on my part, its just me being Awesome and you're welcome.

Jason: First off, I have never let anything slide gracefully a day in my life and I'm damn sure not about to start NOW, when you were being an ASS....

Dick: Oh biiiiig surprise, little brother can talk a big talk about being the bigger man, but god forbid someone give him the opportunity to back it up.....

Jason: Not my fault if you're feeling particularly SMALL at the moment, pun absolutely intended. Since its not like you have a monopoly on those no matter HOW much you've tried to act like you do over the years....

Dick: Hey, I've never claimed to have a monopoly on puns. I just said I find it INTERESTING that you were totally cool with using the name, costume and SIGNATURE BRAND OF HUMOR I DELIBERATELY SPENT YEARS CULTIVATING AS A LITERAL SIGNATURE BRAND all while insisting that noooooo, no need to CREDIT your older brother who quite literally paved the way with all of that and gave you his express PERMISSION to adopt it all as your own, hahaha, who actually gives credit where credit's due, that would be so weird right....

Jason: Tell you what, since you're sooooo sore about not being properly credited for your work why don't you go ahead and figure out a royalty rate for all the times I used YOUR intellectual vigilante property or what the fuck ever, and I will PAY you to never bring it up again.....

Dick: I would LOVE that, actually. I think it would be a great way to acknowledge MY trailblazing hard work, but I think we both know you'd literally just make a show of stealing the money from Bruce to make some kind of statement about how beneath you all this is which KINDA DEFEATS THE POINT of acknowledging or crediting someone's work as WORTH something, so -

Their siblings, who have been standing right there the whole time, and who are all Very Tired, and literally just wanted to know if their older brothers wanted to go to Bat-Burger with them and are now regretting everything, why does this always happen and why don't any of them know better by now: Is it done? Is it over? Can you stop? Ever?

Dick and Jason, simultaneously swiveling in instant older sibling solidarity: Wow. So impatient. So entitled. So demanding. Why, in OUR day, we'd be LUCKY to be granted even ten minutes between patrol and bedtime, to scarf down an Alfred-Approved Healthy Snack, but its not enough that Bruce lets you run around Gotham stuffing your faces with fast food at any hour of the night, noooooooo, its gotta happen RIGHT NOW, like THIS INSTANT, how dare anyone make you wait five whole minutes to get whatever you want.....

Tim: I honestly can't tell if I hate it more when they're just being obnoxious at each other & we're stuck bearing witness or when they combine their powers of obnoxious and aim it at us.

Cass, gravely: There are no winners here.

Damian: And Father doesn't get why I wish I was an only child.

Duke, wistfully: I took being an only child for granted.

Stephanie, with popcorn: None of you appreciate good theater.

Bruce, from somewhere offscreen, even miles away: My parents died because of the theater, STEPHANIE.

[walking-mf-dead]

I was on the brink of having a breakdown and needed to redirect my energy to something else so I went to my notes app and uh… yeah. A shitty little drabble. Enjoy ☺️ (May be cross-posted to Ao3!) ((also the format looks funky because I wrote this in my notes app and copy/pasted it onto here via phone))

Pairing: Daryl Dixon/Reader

Relationships: Rick Grimes/Reader (Adoptive Daughter), Negan Smith/Reader (Biological Daughter)

Warnings: The Walking Dead typical violence, thoughts of death/suicide, self-deprecation, Canon Divergence, Death/Murder

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A Warning

I can't hold on anymore.

It feels like the pit in my chest is getting deeper. The lump in my throat getting bigger, harder to swallow down and ignore.

My eyes burn with unshed tears and my clenched teeth hurt my jaw.

The palm of my hand is being indented with the ragged nails I had chewed and bitten off overtime with my anxiety taking over me.

Never did this thought of death feel so appealing until now. Not until we got to Alexandria and it all went to shit. I knew it was all too good to be true.

My knees are aching on this forest floor.

Negan starts his little song, his voice vibrating up my spine. Giving me goosebumps. Forcing bile into my mouth as his bat points directly at my head.

I follow the bat up to his eyes.

“Well darlin’! I didn’t expect to see you here.”

He kneels down and gently grabs my chin, forcing me to keep eye contact.

“I’m almost tempted to skip you darlin’. You can come home. Mm? Wanna come back home to Daddy?”

The venom on my tongue is searing, “Fuck you Negan.”

“That’s no way to talk to your father, kid.” His face steels has he stands up.

I smirk up to him, “Go on Daddy. Do it. Like you do to every one else. Swing.”

“Do NOT fucking do this. Do you really think I want to bash in my own kids head? Huh?” His eyes look wild, as though his psyche is breaking slightly. Only slightly.

“How about, we try this again, hmm gang?! Let’s try this again and if it lands on this lovely lady then so fucken be it!” He yells out to his loyal subjects who break out into cheering.

“Eeny… Meeny… Miny… Mo. Catch… a Tiger… By… His Toe. If… He Hollers… Let Him Go. My Mother… Told Me… To Pick… The Very… Best… One. And you… Are… It.” He drawls out once more but this time, this time it was with purpose. The bat swings by me and points to Abraham. No.

“Anybody moves, anybody says anything, cut the boys other eye out and feed it to his father. And then we’ll start. You can breathe. You can blink. You can cry. Hell… You’re all gonna be doing that.”

CRACK!

The bat brutally hits into Abraham’s skull.

But he sits back up, his face mangled.

“Would you look at that! Takin’ it like a champ!”

WHACK!

Oh God.

Abraham’s blood is splattered on my face. I still. My body shaking and I lose focus on where I am and what’s happening.

Before I can clock it, I’m standing, barreling into Negan while Abraham’s dead body lays beside where I was. His head melding into the ground below.

I wail all of my force into punching my fathers face. He quickly overpowers me and throws me off. He stands up, grabbing Lucille from the ground and in pure rage he slams the bat into my abdominal area.

My scream echos into the surrounds and I feel my body and clothes tearing as the barbs pull back up on the bat.

My hands shake as I hold onto my stomach, looking up in pure fear at Negan. And he stares back, the same look of fear on his face.

“Baby, baby no. No no no. Fuck. FUCK.” He kneels down and pulls up my shirt despite my denial, and assess the wounds.

I look over to Daryl. His face is ghost white. “Daryl… Honey I love you.”

“Consider this a warning.” Negan announces, standing up.

“A big fucken warning. I’ll be around in 2 days to settle an arrangement. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes Negan. Perfectly clear.” Rick strains out.

Negan gives me one last look before calling his men away to go back to The Sanctuary.

Rick and Daryl rush over to my side. Daryl brushing my hair from my face and giving me a solid kiss on my lips.

I look to Rick. “Will I be okay?” He nods. But I don’t know if I believe him. Not yet.

Rick, Carl and some others return to Alexandria to plan what’s happening with Negan while Daryl, Glenn, myself and Maggie head to Hilltop to use their medical services.

Daryl clutches onto me, hoping I make it through the next few days.

#the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #Daryl Dixon/Reader #TWD #rick grimes #daryldixon #the walking dead drabble #negan #negan smith #thewalkingmfdead

[cyberdragoninfinity]

S-so uh...does the 13 year old fucked up trauma bot also Do A Murder or is he just a shit. Ik hes a tiny shit in the route but I dont know how it ends. Do they all do a kill. Does aporia do a kill. Ur making me apeshit with these, thank you so much for posting them

YAAAYY TIME TO TALK ABOUT TAG FORCE 6 LESTER!!!!

yeah ok so he doesn't actually kill anyone in Tag Force 5, his personalized route is effectively "WOW this child needs to be medicated" and he psychologically torments Akiza at one point, but it is remarkably murder free (the same. can not be said of Jakob's route Where He Fucking Kills Lester and Primo and You Just Have to Sit There and Watch. GOD) Also sidenote Lester's endroute png is sooo so cute ;__; the text is a little harrowing but don't worry about it.

APORIA only does a kill at the very end of his TF6 route, when he INADVERTENTLY KILLS HIS FUCKIGN HUSBAND AND CRIES ABOUT IT AND I EXPLODE TEN THOUSAND TIMES!!!!!!

BUT ANYWAY. TAG FORCE 6 LESTER. AGAIN, NOT ONE OF THE MAIN TIER CHARACTERS. IN THAT GAME. so like his final heart event starts the same as Primo's, but he duels Yusei and Crow instead of Yusei and Akiza, and he doesn't actually kill anyone like Primo does (though he does threaten and taunt them as the Ark Cradle manifests)

and then when you actually go up into the Ark with him he immediately starts Saying Things That We Get a Little Scared Over

^This is why it's such a pet peeve of mine when people seem to assume the Three Emperors either A.) are humans who were turned into robots or B.) are partially human/flesh and blood cyborgs--it's a pretty fundamental part of them that theyre NOT human, or even really "alive" (in their personal views, anyway!) They're constructs built by some guy who's declared himself God out of the memories of one of his dead best friends. AND THIS ONE IS PERMANENTLY LIKE 12 ! :)

Lester also talks about the despair he personifies and somehow it's even more Oh God, Oh, God than Primo's rant on the subject is.

😀 OK COOL !!!!

like. Primo's endgame story event is horrifying because he just murders Yusei in cold blood and then tells you that youre gonna die with him for a God who doesn't care about you and a cause you will never live to see the benefit of. LESTER'S endgame is horrifying because this permanent child is genuinely so happy to hang out and 'play' with you and sees all of this as a Funny Little Game. he and Primo are both excited about it but in these two very different ways

AND. WELL. I DIDNT KNOW YOU COULD ONLY HAVE 30 IMAGES IN A POST. SO I WILL BE REBLOGGING WITH PART 2 OF THIS SOON !!! STAY TUNED!!

#asks #anonymous #TY IM GLAD YOURE ENJOYING!! sorry this took a while i have been in the middle of nowhere for most of this last week #ygo posting #yugioh 5ds #long post / #lucciano #lester 5ds #tag force madness

[l1tw1ck]

Yours, Mine

You're the unlucky, or lucky, subject of Ajax's affections

FTM!Yandere!Ajax x Top!Male Reader

Part Two: Mine, Yours

Warnings: Non-Con, Stalking, Drugging/Aphrodisacs, Mentions of Murder

Words: 763

I've been watching you for months.

I set up cameras all over your apartment. Inside and outside.

I know the shows you like, your quirky habits, the food you like, the friends you bring over, how you act when you're drunk, how you look when you masturbate, what you masturbate to, and the one night stands you bring home.

The one night stands that I kill when they leave your apartment.

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"Childe? What're you doing here?" You ask, standing in the doorway.

"Do I need a reason to visit my dear comrade?"

"Well, we're not actually that close so...kind of." You shrug.

"I wanted to see you. Can I come in?"

"Um...I don't know."

"Do you not trust me?" He frowns.

"Isn't it obvious? You tried to drown Liyue and you almost killed my friend Aether." You look at him angrily. "I don't want you in my apartment."

Ajax's 'Childe persona' falls for a moment, you could see how upset he was and it scared you.

"Why can't we let bygones be bygones? I've already apologized to him!"

"...You won't hurt me?" You ask. You could defend yourself easily, you even have a vision, but Ajax kills for a living. It didn't sound like a fair fight.

"I promise."

You sigh and let him in. He grins and walks around your apartment.

"Should I make tea?" He suggests.

"I...I'll make it." You shake your head.

"Thanks comrade!" He walks over to your couch and relaxes into it. He probably thinks you can't see him sniffing the pillows.

Does he think your place smells?

You shake off the thought and wait for the water to boil. You pour it into two tea cups and bring them over to the living room.

"Enjoy.." You say unenthusiastically, placing them on the coffee table.

"Oh, do you have any sugar?" He asks.

You nod and go to the kitchen to grab a small jar of sugar.

"Here, use as much as you want." You place the jar on the table and hand him a small spoon.

"Thanks."

You drink your tea and let him talk to you about whatever. It didn't interest you much, it was mostly about the action parts of his job. You started tuning him out, not really intentionally. You were feeling sick, everything was fuzzy and you were struggling to stay awake.

Ajax says something but you can't make out any of the words. The last thing you remember is falling into his arms

You wake up gods know how many hours later in bed, naked. The first thing you see is Ajax's creepy face then the camera in his hands, then his naked body, and then his butt resting on your lower half. Your uncomfortably hard dick was touching his back, begging to be touched.

You're too delirious and out of it to say anything.

He traces the scar under your chest.

"I wish I could've paid for your surgeries...I know it was expensive." He sighs. "You won't have to worry about money anymore."

"I'll make sure you live like a king." He lifts himself over your dick and quickly sinks down on it.

"Yes~!" He bites his lip. "Fuck~"

It doesn't take long for Ajax to start riding you. He was so intoxicated by you and euphoric over the fact that you were finally taking his virginity, he could come in seconds.

You wanted to tell him to stop, to leave and never speak to you again but the drug he gave you was making you so horny and needy. You needed him to keep going, to not stop and keep riding your dick.

"Ooh~ gods yes~!" He moans, body stalling as his orgasm approaches.

You couldn't do anything. It was kind of like watching a movie, a really blurry movie where you could feel everything. As if you were the cameraman for a bad first person porno.

He leans over and kisses you, your mouth didn't move at all. He had to pry your bottom lip open so he could stick his tongue down your throat. Even though it was a one sided kiss, he was happy you were his first.

He keeps moving throughout his orgasm, his happiness giving him strength. He could go all night.

And he did.

He never got tired of riding you, when you passed out you'd wake up to him still bouncing on your cock.

You didn't know when it ended, you just woke up and he was gone. You weren't in your bed though, you were tied to a chair and visionless. You couldn't do anything, you just sat in the darkness while going in and out of consciousness.

#top male reader #male reader #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #genshin x male reader #genshin x reader #dark content #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere ajax #yandere tartaglia #tartaglia x male reader #tartaglia x reader #childe x male reader #childe x reader #yandere childe #🕯️ajax #🕯️Genshin

[itsclydebitches]

Once again writing meta no one asked for because a couple times now I’ve come across the take that Ed was trying to teach Izzy about the shape of the clouds—and by extension reassure him that he didn’t need to worry about the Spanish—but Israel Refuses To Understand Ed Like Stede Does Hands is just too caught up in his own nonsense to realize. If he’d just listened to Ed then none of this would have happened, Izzy is the worst, any ship with him is toxic, etc. etc.

And I’m like…wait, seriously? Because legit, if people think Ed was actively trying to teach Izzy there then Ed is the worst instructor currently sailing the high seas.

Which, you know, is actually an interesting reading because I’m of the opinion that Ed is pretty bad at communicating, all things considered. He needs to learn what passive aggression is and it takes him a long time to realize when the party-goers are being insincere towards him. With a healthy dose of Jack’s manipulation, he leaves Stede with only a “You were always gonna realize what I am” without bothering to explain what that means or why it requires them to part—only to then show back up with a “Never left!” as an ‘explanation’ for his sudden change of heart. He sat in a bathtub and cried over how he doesn’t have any friends (right before me meet Jack), who hasn’t killed anyone since he murdered his father (right after he orders a man skinned and thrown overboard), while throwing out lines like, “You don’t deserve to go to doggy heaven” that function as a joke for the audience precisely because Stede has no idea what he’s talking about. This is the man who was singing with the crew one minute and trying to murder them the next, with no one but the audience and Izzy having any idea how Ed might have gotten from one extreme to the next. Ed’s trauma manifesting as communication issues is a whole complicated subject that this post isn’t actually about. The only point I’m trying to make here is that Ed, flawed as he is, might have thought he was teaching Izzy something… but that doesn’t change how ineffective the lesson actually was:

Izzy: We need to move quickly before the Spanish realize we’ve massacred all their men.

Ed: Oh, the Spanish. They die quite dramatically, don’t they, the Spaniards? Lots of blubbering for their God.

Izzy: Yeah, agreed. Now, we should really discuss—

Ed: Izzy, Izzy, Izzy, Izzy, look out there. Those clouds. Do they look like frankfurters to you?

Izzy: They look like clouds, boss. Can we please just focus on—

Ed: Yes, yes, they look like clouds because they are indeed clouds, but if you just put some fucking imagination into it, man.

Izzy: …I suppose they look like sausages.

Ed: Frankfurters, yes! Exactly. It’s like pulling teeth with you sometimes, man. Let’s get to it.

Okay, let’s break this down a bit. Izzy starts the conversation by reminding Ed that the Spanish are after them and they need to move “quickly” if they want to survive the inevitable encounter. AKA, we need to have this conversation now, boss. Rather than engaging with that problem though—how to kill the Spanish—Ed waxes poetic about the dramatics when they do die which, apart from the subject of Spaniards in general, is entirely removed from the issue Izzy is trying to get him to engage with. Hence his first attempt to get the conversation onto relevant ground: “Now, we should really discuss—” Yet instead of continuing on about Spaniards, Ed latches onto what’s seemingly a non-sequitur, talking about the clouds instead. Does he tell Izzy that clouds shaped like frankfurters mean something to an experienced sailor? No. Does he tell him that they specifically mean a fog will roll in? No. Does he mention that a fog, combined with the night’s tides, will be very useful in fixing the very problem Izzy is concerned with? No! As far as Izzy is concerned, there’s nothing linking what he wants to discuss and what Ed is talking about—“Can we please just focus on…”—and he’s not in the wrong for his confusion. Ed’s use of “imagination” implies that this is just a game they’re playing, not something connected to their work. His “Let’s get to it” signals that now they’re focusing on the important tasks at hand, relegating everything before this to the realm of unimportant diversion. It’s also significant that this is the same episode where Ed is running around showing Izzy the cool stuff in Stede’s cabinet, the tiny model of The Revenge, their bird guy. How is Izzy supposed to distinguish between the stuff Ed is showing him just because it’s cool stuff and he wants to emotionally connect, and the stuff that is—apparently—the answer to their impending death problem? He can’t! There is no way for him to distinguish between the two. Now toss in the fact that when Izzy does pressure Ed to come up with a plan, he yells about how bored he is and hey, we haven’t tried dying yet, have we? Let’s do that instead.

So Ed is:

A) According to all logic except his own avoiding talking about the Spanish

B) Has spent the whole day showing Izzy neat things, rending the one important neat thing lost in the shuffle

C) Angrily dismisses the need to continually come up with new plans for their survival

D) Overtly says that maybe they should just die instead: “Maybe we should try that.”

What in all that is going to convince Izzy that Ed does have a plan, actually, and if he somehow parses through every random thing Ed has pointed out today, he’d realize based on knowledge he doesn’t share that everything is totally fine? I mean, how dare Izzy question him, even when he had every possible reason to? (/s) More seriously, I find that Look™ Ed gives him during the fog scene as funny as the next fan, but from Izzy’s PoV I’d be pissed as hell. He’s spent the day convinced they’re going to die because his depressed captain is more interested in clouds and trinkets than their lives. Even when Izzy points out that many have already died in pursuit of his entertainment, the only response is an indifferent, “They’re pirates.” That’s not exactly reassuring. Then, right when a battle seems inevitable (a battle they’ll lose given the ineptitude of Stede’s crew) all this resolves with a Look™ that paints Izzy as in the wrong for ever wavering in his belief? The belief that, at this point, Ed is actually requiring to be blind given that he won’t tell Izzy anything with context attached? In the realm of fanfic we love writing Izzy as 110% devoted without a single doubt ever entering his head, but canonically he pushes back a lot... and he has good reason to. 

Their dynamic is so supremely messed up and no, that’s not solely on the shoulders of “pining for his boyfriend” Izzy. From this interaction all the way through to Ed, in a premeditated move, deciding to maim his first mate for the crime of verbally being a dick, he gives just as good as he gets when it comes to fucking up their already fucked up relationship.

Because yeah, personally I think Ed is vague about the clouds on purpose.

See, while I certainly believe it’s possible to read Ed as (very badly) teaching Izzy here—his frustrated “It’s like pulling teeth with you, man” may signal him not understanding why Izzy wants to talk about the thing they’re clearly (in his mind) already talking about, rather than simply being generally frustrated that he’s not the kind of guy to use his “imagination” and have fun with him—the far more likely reading to my mind is that Ed is deliberately stoking everyone’s panic, Izzy’s included. Because this is a fuckery. It’s a production. He wants to show off. Ed is bored with everything nowadays and he’s getting his kicks by stringing people along until he gets to dramatically reveal that he had a solution up his sleeve the whole time. At this point in the show, Ed is entirely indifferent towards how his quest for entertainment might hurt others, both physically (“They’re pirates”) and emotionally (Izzy’s distress). This whole plan of his starts by having Lucius count backwards and instructing him to find him when he’s near zero. Ed then agrees to play dressup with Stede so that Stede becomes Blackbeard, playfully putting him in the position of fixing this mess with the Spanish (“That’s Blackbeard”). Except it stops being playful as time runs out. Izzy eventually resorts to interrogating Stede about their munitions (questions he can’t answer) because Ed has, he thinks, proven that he won’t do anything to alleviate the danger they’re in. Ed leans into that part of his game, continually egging Stede on to come up with a brilliant plan to save them all. Lucius arrives with his ominous countdown, his smile slips as he realizes that something serious is going on, Ed is getting louder, yelling that something has to be done, you’re going to lose all your men, everyone who trusted you, they’re going to die and it’ll be all your fault! Izzy is already at the end of his rope and now Stede is legitimately freaking out because he doesn’t know, he doesn’t how to fix this and yes they’re all going to die and it’ll be his fault.

“Death it is…” Ed whispers. “But wait!”

Which is when Black Pete arrives with his, “You’re a genius, Blackbeard! I knew you’d save us.”

This is Ed wanted the whole time: the dramatics of getting everyone to a point where they’re totally freaked out, sure death is inevitable, so his save seems even more miraculous, impressive, and downright brilliant than it would have if he’d just gone, “No worries. There’s a fog coming” a couple hours earlier. Ed wants to be able to walk out on deck to a round of relieved applause, take his bow, cheerfully explain his brilliance to the captive audience, and stare pointedly at Izzy until he goes, “Frankfurters… fuck me.” This is part of who Blackbeard is. Not just a genius sailor with a penchant for dishing out violence, but someone who loves the performance aspect of his role; the excitement of squeezing in a save at the last possible second and being socially rewarded for it. I suspect that Ed has always been like this, but that his boredom has exacerbated this desire to the point where it, well… frankly, it fucks him over.

Because Ed’s plan fails. I’m always surprised when, in discussing the cloud conversation, fans so often skip over the part where his supposedly brilliant solution was doomed before it could ever be implemented. Ed needs a partner to balance him out—that’s a whole other post: what Izzy and Stede both bring to that partnership—because though Ed is indeed amazing at some aspects of this life, he’s not good at the minutiae that will allow him to successfully pull his plans off. He needs a crew to be good at fighting, dying, and managing everything surrounding the broad order to follow the fancy man’s ship. He needs Izzy (and then someone else) to get him out of his harness because although Ed can pull off a good scare, he didn’t think about how to get himself down. And he needs Izzy to go, “It’s the 1st, boss” because Ed is so caught up in the brilliance of his clouds and his tides that he doesn’t bother to double-check the date. Worse, by hiding his plan until the last possible second, Ed risks not being able to do anything about it when things go sideways. If he’d explained hours earlier, then the crew would have had hours to think up another option. The fact that they do still come up with the lighthouse idea between the fog arriving and the Spanish hitting them doesn’t erase the danger Ed put everyone in by cutting it so close.

What strikes me about the whole ‘Izzy should have trusted Ed’ takeaway is not just that Ed’s plan is a failure, but that if Izzy had learned that lesson, they all would have died. If after “Frankfurters, fuck me” he’d have kept his mouth shut because obviously the brilliant Blackbeard knows exactly what he’s doing at all times, no one would have corrected Ed about the tides and they would have crashed right into the Spanish, resulting in at best the fight they were trying to avoid, at worst both ships sinking as a result. Izzy’s willingness to continually push and correct Ed is what cues them all into the plan’s flaw, saving them in the process. And yeah, on the heels of that Ed does (with that partnership with Stede) come up with another brilliant plan that actually works, but before that he gives up. Even the initial lesson of ‘Blackbeard always has a plan’ is proven false because no, he doesn’t. No sooner does his one plan fail than Ed has thrown in the towel. He tells the crew to jump overboard. He says he’s going to get drunk. That’s how quickly Ed gives up and resigns himself to death. Everything that Izzy and the audience sees throughout the episode—all those hints and worries that he’s no longer trying hard enough to survive and, as a result, endangering everyone under his command—appears to be hand-waved away when the first plan is revealed… only to then be proven true a few seconds later.

Yeah, Izzy is the antagonist, the asshole, the guy who can’t just give in to the Rom-Com shenanigans, but that doesn’t mean he’s automatically wrong in every situation we see him in. Ed is presented as a “shell of the man” that Blackbeard once was, someone grappling with depression and boredom to the point where he can no longer captain effectively. And while yes, that’s horrible for Ed, the fact that he’s struggling doesn’t magically negate all the harm he’s doing to others in the process, intentionally or otherwise. There’s no reason for Izzy to blindly trust him when Ed refuses to communicate clearly with him. Izzy has every right to be pissed at how many have died—and are presumably going to die next—in the name of their captain finding something interesting to hold his attention. And when Ed moves from sitting in his cabin all day, to recklessly attacking the Spanish, to hiding the fact that he has a plan, to then actually giving up, to lying about planning to kill Stede, to signing over his life to the British, to unexpectedly showing back up demanding tea, to announcing that they shouldn’t even be pirates anymore, to slipping into his room in the dead of night to cut off a toe… Izzy has the right to be asking what the FUCK is going on and when can I trust your leadership again? Which, as always, doesn’t excuse all the shit Izzy pulls in an effort to return to his preferred version of normal, but this idea that Ed is a picture perfect captain who was magnanimously trying to teach Izzy something, but mean ol’ Iz was just too much of a bastard to listen is… not very text accurate.

Whenever the subject of Izzy and Ed’s dynamic comes up I’m reminded that Izzy was ready to leave. I’ve seen it a couple of times in the Izzy tag, “He could just leave if he’s so unhappy 🙄” and the complications of being in love with your captain aside, I think a lot of people legitimately forget that Izzy tried. He was moments from launching that dinghy when Ed roped him back in with two cards: the emotional “I need you here” card and the Blackbeard ‘This is just a fuckery. I fully intend to kill Stede Bonnet and steal his wealth. Don’t worry, I’m still the same, hardened captain you signed up to serve’ card. As said, Ed is not a good communicator. He hasn’t worked through his own shit yet and as a result can’t tell Izzy, ‘Yeah, this is what I actually want now. The marmalade, dressup, not much raiding… if that’s not your thing you should go. Take the Queen Anne if you want it.’ He ends up lying—deliberately or unintentionally due to his own conflicted feelings is up for debate—and as a result Izzy spends weeks thinking that he’s still on the right track. Blackbeard needs him to help him be Blackbeard... so he will. He’ll duel Stede on his behalf. He’ll use Jackie and the British to save him from the guy whose “done something” to his brain. Obviously Izzy has his own agency in all this and his warped perception of events is 99% his own fault, but it’s not like Ed has ever assisted that perception by being clear about what he wants. Because he doesn’t know. He wants to kill Stede... but not enough to go through with it. He wants to be with Stede always... but not enough to go looking for him after he fails to show at the dock. He wants to be called “Edward” and hold talent shows... but one pissy conversation with Izzy and he’s back to force-feeding people their own toes. Though we the audience can easily see what would be the healthiest route for everyone to take, within the realm of their “real” world, Izzy can’t help Ed when A) his own “culture of abuse” has made the healthier options appear dangerous and/or disgusting to him and B) Ed can’t even stay consistent about what he wants for longer than a few scenes.

Which, to circle back, includes the clouds scene. To me, that moment is a part of Ed’s struggle to alleviate his boredom, deliberately being vague so that he can slam in with an awesome save at the last second. Which would be questionable enough if the save had even worked, but as it stands, it’s a good, early indicator of how his lack of communication (born of his own insecurities) is feeding Izzy’s fucked-up idea of what Ed needs: namely, for someone to definitively tell him the “right” way to act since he can’t make up his mind. Right now it’s all blurred lines between the shut-in with the erratic moods and the charismatic captain, the brilliant sailor and the pessimist who’s going to go down with the ship, the man in love with Stede Bonnet and the pretender planning to murder him, the guy who Stede was always going to see and the one who never left, the man who wants to go to China and the one who returns to The Revenge, the one who thinks they should be performers one minute and back to being hardened pirates the next … all these options and identities flip-flopping at the slightest provocation and if Ed doesn’t know what he wants, how can he possibly tell Izzy? The end result is a man who, when faced with a first mate threatening him, a crew cheering for “Edward,” the memory of a group whose interest turned out to be a lie, and a lover who abandoned him, goes so hard in one identity direction that he tries to kill seven people and maims an eighth in the span of twenty-four hours. Everyone in this trio is supremely fucked up, hurting those around them while attempting to work through their own problems. Ed is definitely not an exception to that, certainly not to the point where he can subtly teach Izzy things without any complicated, ulterior motives attached. 

#OFMD #Our Flag Means Death #Izzy Hands #mymetas

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Don’t Fear the Reaper

Chapter 5

Movie!William Afton x OC

Series Content Warning: SUBJECT TO CHANGE AT ANY TIME, kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome, murder, MASSIVE age gap (it’s like 30 years), smut, like, a lot of smut, much more to come im sure

Chapter Content Warning: clara’s an idiot and does drugs on the job, kidnapping

GOD BLESS @bowersbubbles AND THANK YOU GIRLIE FOR THE DIVIDER AND BETA READING, I LOVE YOU!

Clara gets home and she’s far too deep in emotional turmoil to sleep, so she paces her apartment. Back and forth between the kitchen and living room, her landline still flashing at her. She groans and stops in front of it, pushing a button on the machine. 

“You have four missed calls,” The machine announces, followed by her voicemail recording.

Tyler’s voice plays, his suddenly grating voice ringing through the apartment. “Clara, baby, please don’t do this! You know it never goes well! Listen, there's a party this Thursday, you should come! We can work this out, I know we can!” She groans and clicks the delete button, moving onto the next voicemail. 

Tyler, again. Not shocking. Clara skips this one without listening to it, and the next one, though the last one catches her before she can cross the room to skip it. It’s Tyler, again, but there’s music in the background. Music she’s heard before, at the pizzeria, nonetheless. 

“Clara, baby, I don’t know what’s going on or- or where I am- oh god- You need to come get me now!” He drops his phone and Clara can hear a metallic thud, an oddly rhythmic one at that, followed by screaming, glass shattering, then silence. The music stops and she clicks the delete button. That voicemail sits with her for a couple hours as she stews and watches the garbage that airs on early morning tv. It’s not out of the ordinary for her to get calls like that from Tyler, he’s constantly getting into places he shouldn’t with his friends, and Clara has all but stopped caring.

Plus, she’s far too preoccupied with the adventure of her own she had last night.

The sight of Mr. Raglan - Steve - on his knees in front of her replays in her head over and over again and she groans, burying her face in a pillow. 

She falls asleep to the drone of the television and wakes up around 8, tossing and turning in bed for close to an hour before she manages to get up. She showers, gets dressed, and throws together a couple snacks before heading out. A weed brownie, courtesy of Tyler, sneaking its way in there.

Clara parks, just like every other night, but surveys the parking lot and the front door much closer since the break in the night before. She gets in and everything’s exactly as she left it, tables and chairs stacked on one side of the room, everything freshly dusted, swept and mopped. She starts her routine - check the cameras, put on the vest. One of the cameras is offline - the one looking into the workshop - so she makes a mental note to go check everything’s alright. Clara starts with the feeds from front of house, double checking the front entrance is closed behind her and the animatronics are still fine before making her way back through the halls, then going through the cameras outside again. As she flips through the cameras, she digs the brownie out of her bag and breaks it in half, saving the rest for later. Knowing herself, she’d eat the entire thing and regret it. She eats it as she goes through the cameras again, her nerves wreaking havoc on her already. On an empty stomach, Clara’s got about 40 minutes before the edible really kicks in.

Clara kills those 40 long minutes by spinning in circles in the desk chair and obsessively going through the cameras. The effects of the brownie wash over her in waves, a warm flush to her cheeks as she starts to relax. She manages to pull herself out of the desk chair before she practically melts into it, and she fumbles through the locker for the flashlight. 

Clara’s steps echo slightly through the halls as she meanders, peeking into the various rooms and closets. All is well, until she gets to the metal grate door keeping her from the workshop. It’s locked, and she pulls on it only to be met with an echoing rattle. 

“Hello? Anyone there?” Clara shines her flashlight down the hall, though it doesn’t illuminate anything further than six feet away. No response, though for a split second, she’s convinced she sees a pair of white lights, almost like eyes, but she brushes it off. She reaches into her hoodie pocket and starts aimlessly fidgeting with the building keys.

It hits her suddenly and entirely out of the blue - there’s a third key she hasn’t tried in any of the doors. 

“Well.. here goes nothing, I guess.” Clara sighs, pulling the keys from her pocket. She tries the third key in the lock and it clicks, swinging open with a creak. She’s slack jawed, actually shocked it worked.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.. I swear, I’m living in a horror movie.” She pushes past the door, feeling around on the walls for a lightswitch. She can’t find one, and moves on, trusting in her flashlight. It isn’t a particularly long hallway, and as she gets closer to the workshop door, she hears someone humming in there.

Opting to keep the element of surprise over whoever’s in there, Clara’s as quiet as a mouse as she pushes the door open, slowly and carefully.

It takes her a second, but she’s startled when she realizes it’s Steve, and she drops her flashlight, alerting him to her presence. He’s wearing the yellow rabbit suit, minus the head, and he turns on his heel immediately, a sinister look in his eye. “Oh Clara, little bunny, you really shouldn’t have come back here..” Steve takes a half step towards Clara and she runs. Back down the hall, slamming the grate door behind her. She’s shaking far too much with the adrenaline coursing through her veins to lock it and take the keys, so she topples some boxes and a stack of chairs. 

“Clara, sweetheart, there’s no need to run! I’m not going to hurt you, c’mon!”

With her heart pounding in her ears, she books it towards the front door, realizing all too late she’s left the keys and it’s locked. “Oh fuuuck.. Oh god I’m so dead- fuck!” Clara jumps as the animatronics start up, the song blasting at full volume. She makes a run for the arcade as the curtains open, but she’s far too slow. Clara’s jerked back suddenly as Freddy snatches her by the back of the vest, holding her a few inches off the ground. She struggles and screams for help as she listens to Steve approaching, and stares him down with tears in her eyes as he ducks through the doorway.

“Oh Clara.. You sweet, naïve little girl.. You just had to poke around, huh?” Steve stops a couple inches in front of her, bending down to her eye level. Clara’s shaking with fear, any snarky retort she may have had now stuck behind the lump in her throat. She tries her best to blink back the tears welling in her eyes, but a few betray her and roll down her cheeks.

“Hey, no need for that, I told you I wasn’t going to hurt you. You think I’d lie?” Clara manages to shake her head no, a few more tears streaming down her face. Steve reaches a hand up to wipe them away, but she shies away from his touch as far as she can turn her head. He grabs her by the chin and she flinches, her eyes squeezed shut.

“C’mon baby, I’m not gonna hurt you, you have to trust me.” Steve turns her to look at him.

“Please just- just let me go home. I won’t tell anyone, I won’t tell the cops, please, Steve, just let me go,” Clara sobs, her stomach in knots as she pleads and tries to push him away, her arms not much stronger than noodles. 

“You know I can’t do that, now that you know.” He pulls the suits gloves off and grabs her hands. “Clara, I can’t let you go, I couldn’t the moment you walked into my office.” Claras stomach churns, and her face flushes pink as Steve continues. “I-I staged the break in, so that you’d call me. I honestly didn’t mean for you to get hurt, I’m really sorry baby-” He starts rambling and Clara cuts him off. “Why do you keep calling me nicknames like that?” “You- Fuck, you really don’t get it, do you?” Steve huffs and drops her hands, pulling his glasses off to pinch the bridge of his nose. “You’re mine now, Clara, whether you like it or not.” He drags a hand down his face in exasperation and puts the aviators back on. His words set something off in her, a warmth spreading through her as her pupils dilate. Whether Clara knows it or not, the look she gives Steve makes his cock twitch - her icy blue eyes welling with tears as she looks up at him through her eyelashes. 

Steve notices, even in the low light, and lets out a chuckle. “You liked that, hmm? Some part of you, deep down, but a part of you nonetheless.” He lifts her chin and they lock eyes.

“I- uh..” Clara tries to deny it, but she can’t will the words to come out.

“Shh, it’s okay. I know words get so hard for you when you’re high. No need to talk, just smile and nod. Can you do that for me, pretty girl?” Steve smirks as Clara nods and seems to melt like putty in his hands, despite the adrenaline coursing through her. The full effect of her treat now finally hitting her, Clara starts mindlessly nodding, her eyes barely still open.

“Put her down, Freddy. This little bunny isn’t going anywhere, is she?” Clara beams as she realizes Steve is talking about her, all the warning bells in her brain shut off. She stumbles slightly as she’s set down, taking a moment to regain her footing.

The rest of the night is a blur, but Clara distinctly remembers getting into a car and dozing off, the soft glow of the streetlights and quiet radio chatter luring her to sleep.

#william afton #steve raglan #fnaf #fnaf movie #william afton x self insert #william afton x oc #lmk if i forget anything lmao