#Fire Tablet Has No Sound

[wolken-himmel]

In which (Y/n) tells the dorm leaders that they're the most handsome person in Twisted Wonderland.

What was meant as an April Fool's joke somehow turns Night Raven College into a battlefield.

Idea by anon.

"Why did you go around and tell the dorm leaders out of all people that they're the most handsome person in the world? Why, (Y/n)?"

Deuce paced back and forth between the fire place and the couch of Ramshackle's living room, his hands crossed behind back. The frown on his face deepened even more when he found you lazily lounging on a nearby recliner.

"I thought it would be funny to see everyone's reaction!" you said and laughed to yourself. "And actually, seeing Riddle turn as red as his hair was hilarious. Also, you should have heard Idia's screaming through the tablet."

Ace's lips quirked upwards into a grin. "Okay, that does sound funny."

"Quit the yapping," Grim yelled from the other side of the living room. He had a few wooden boards in his arms and a hammer balanced on top. "I need help barricading the windows."

"Right." A hum of exasperation escaped Deuce's lips while he pointed into the direction where all the commotion was coming from. The noise must have originated from the main building, and the fact that it was still audible in the Ramshackle mansion was incredibly concerning. "I don't think you realise how dire the situation is out there."

"Did someone call me?" a newcomer suddenly asked.

All four of you whirled around to find Crowley standing by the entrance to the living room. He had his arms crossed in front of his chest. Without allowing you any time to react to his sudden appearance, he rushed over to your side with wide steps. His heavy shadow loomed over you.

"Oh, it's just you, Headmaster," you began and sat up. "How are you—"

He interrupted you with a dramatic sigh. "You truly offend me, my darling child." Without further explanation, he put his hand to his forehead and sank into the couch, right next to you.

"What?" You sat up straight. "What have I done now?"

"You go around telling the dorm leaders that they're the most handsome person in the world! But you forgot about me?" A playfully offended frown decorated his face. When the resident ghosts dared to peek around the corner in curiosity, he addressed them immediately, "Did the prefect also compliment you three?"

"Of course!" the ghost in the middle exclaimed dreamily. His eyes practically took the shape of hearts when he put his hands to his chest. "My heart began beating so quickly, I thought I had come back from the dead. The prefect truly has a way with charming people, dead or alive."

His reply had the headmaster sink into the cushions of his seat even further. "Oh, how you wound me..."

Deuce furrowed his eyebrows in innocent confusion. "Is that why you came here, Headmaster?"

At his words, Crowley lazily rose to his feet again and straightened his cloak. "Partly, yes." He cleared his throat, although he sent you one last glare before moving on, "I also came because the entire campus is a warzone. The dorms have decided to band together and fight against each other to defend their leader's honour. Everyone thinks the others are lying."

"See?" Grim pointed to the windows he had already barricaded. "And you think I'm the one overreacting?"

The volume of his voice had you rolling your eyes. "Calm down, everyone." Then, you finally summoned the willpower to rise to your feet. "Can't I just talk to them?"

"You must, since you are the perpetrator."

A rush of annoyance came over you. The constant noise from the main building caused a headache to form. You rubbed the bridge of your nose. "It was just an April Fool's joke... I didn't think anyone would take it this seriously," you muttered in resignation. "These boys... Fine, I'll go out and clear things up."

Grim stopped you before you could leave the living room. His large blue eyes shone meaningfully. "Henchhuman, just in case you don't return, I wanted to tell you that..." he trailed off and took your hand into his paws. "I'll be taking your favourite scarf! You won't need it anymore, right?"

At once, you ripped your hands out of his grasp. "You're an idiot, Grim," you grumbled and simply walked around him to exit the building.

Deuce came rushing after you. "We'll accompany you, (Y/n). That's what friends are there for."

"Really? Do we have to?" Ace asked with raised eyebrows. He seemed reluctant, still remaining by the fire place where he had last stopped pacing. But even he wasn't immune to Deuce's pressing gaze, and with the headmaster joining in, he was done for. Begrudingly throwing his hands into the air, he joined your side. "Fine..."

"I'll stay here," Grim yelled after the three of you, "to make sure they don't break in and steal my tuna."

"They're in the Hall of Mirrors. Please stop them before they destroy my prized mirrors!"

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"I knew you were a schemer, Azul. But I didn't take you for a liar."

"You call me a liar, Riddle? Me and my business are very much trustworthy. The same couldn't be said about you, though."

You arrived in the Hall of Mirrors not a second too late. The place was packed to the brim with students from every dorm. Just blinking once had been enough to lose track of Ace and Deuce. And by now, you had given up on finding them in this huge mass of people. You would have never thought that you would one day see so many people fit into this hall. But here you were, struggling to make your presence known with the loud and large crowd.

You could already see most of the dorm leaders facing off against each other in the very middle, where the students had formed a pit. But none of them seemed to hear your voice over all the murmuring.

"Come on, let's get this over with quickly," Leona said and rolled his eyes. "As soon as we have established that you're all in the wrong, I can go back to doing something more productive, such as napping."

"Guys, why can't we all be the most handsome person in the world together? I'd be open to sharing the title," Kalim said in worry when he noticed how everyone's voice dripped with malice.

"As a matter of fact, 'most handsome' is the superlative form and implies that the title is exclusively reserved for one person only." Everyone's eyes solely lay on Malleus as he spoke, his deep and calm voice bouncing off the walls to reach your ears. The air turned cold out of a sudden, and nobody dared to whisper even a single word — not even you.

But Rook dared to cut through the tangible air with his cheery voice. "Oh, a fight for beauty! This battle will be legendary!" he exclaimed in excitement, as if he had been born for this very moment. "I will gladly defend your honour, Vil."

His dorm leader didn't seem to reciprocate his enthusiasm, however. "Quit it, Rook. We all know that the prefect's compliment for all of us was in mere vain — a joke to gauge our reaction," Vil said and flicked his wrist elegantly. "Tell everyone to return to whatever they were doing previously, I have more important matters to attend to."

"Ortho, can you get me more popcorn—" a voice came from the floating tablet in the first row. An embrassed shriek escaped its speakers once everyone turned their attention to it. "Oh, I forgot to mute... Sorry, everyone." And on cue, the speakers went silent.

An awkward cough went through the crowd, but the dorm leaders quickly returned to facing off against each other.

"So, shall we begin?"

"I suppose."

Just as one was about to make the first move, you managed to stumble into the middle of the pit. "No, stop it!" you yelled at the top of your lungs.

A round of gasps went through the crowd, and everyone's eyes widened in surprise at your sudden arrival. Vil was the only exception. "Ah, the prefect has arrived," the dorm leader drawled. Knowing chuckles escaped his perfectly painted lips. "Now, would you mind enlightening the others about your little joke?"

"Right, tell the others who you really think is the most handsome."

"Yes, I want to see the grins wiped off their faces."

You hated yourself after having gazed upon their expectant faces. Most of them wore a pair of puppy eyes that gleamed brightly with eagerness. Unable to face them, you lowered your gaze in shame. "Actually, I told every one of you that you were the most handsome person in Twisted Wonderland." Nervous chuckles escaped your lips when the entire hall went deadly silent. You raised your hands into the air defensively. "Please, it was just a joke. Today is April Fool's, guys."

Riddle clicked his tongue. "A punishment for unfunny jokes is in order."

"You hurt our feelings, (Y/n)!" Kalim cried out and put his hands on his hips. When Jamil handed him a handkerchief, the dorm leader blew his nose loudly.

An unreadable smile appeared on Azul's face. "Perhaps it is time we banded together," he suggested, as if negotiating for a contract.

Your smile turned more nervous by the second, especially when they began to circle you. "Guys? It was kinda funny, don't you think?" you said, suddenly unable to hold in your laughter anymore. "Your reactions were priceless."

"Get the prefect!" everyone yelled at once.

#twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #reader insert #y/n #disney twst #twst x you #riddle rosehearts #azul ashengrotto #leona kingscholar #kalim al asim #idia shroud #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #deuce spade #ace trappola #gender neutral reader

[wosoamazing]

Brunch w/ Steph & Beth

Part 2 - Fire on Fire Series

From Beth: Good Morning, I know this is late notice and you might be socialised out from last night and probably have things to unpack but we were wondering if you wanted to have brunch with us this morning. I think Steph might join us too if that is okay.

To Beth: Good Morning, that would be nice, could you maybe just come to mine again if that is okay. There are some tradies coming over this morning and so I have to be here from when they get here where I don't know when that will be. I'm up and ready now so any time would work, I could cook something for you all.

From Beth: Oh no, don't be silly, Steph will pick something up from one of the local bakeries on her way over to ours. And then we will come to yours. Any dietary requirements?

To Beth: No, all good and thank you. See you soon.

You looked at the plans your aunts had lying out on the tablet for the workers when they got here, they were turning the theatre room into a home gym/entertainment space, your Moster claiming they decided they needed to be healthier but you knew it way there way of trying to make their home more inviting for you now you were older and keeping you there.

From Beth: Hi again, Steph just arrived, Viv has gone out and so I was just wondering if I could bring Myle our puppy with us, but I understand if it's not okay just thought to ask.

To Beth: Um.. normally I would say yes but I don't exactly know if Myle could come over if the workers will be here. I'm so sorry.

From Beth: No problem at all, we are just about to head to yours now.

You were still going through the look book, viewing all the products your Aunts were putting in both rooms when the doorbell rang, you swiftly moved towards it. You were surprised when you saw Steph and Beth standing in front of the now open door, you thought it would be the builders, they had only just left Beth's house "How are you already here?" "We actually live two streets over so it isn't far at all," you gestured for the two Women to come in.

"Um, we can sit on the couch or the table, I'll just clean all this up," "knock, knock, knock," you heard a man say from the door, turning around to see the builders.

"Oh, um just one second sorry girls, I just need to show them some things," they both nodded saying something along the lines of don't worry, and you quickly showed the builders the theatre and the plans and look book. They had already been given an in depth brief from your Aunt's so it didn't take long.

"I'm so sorry, they are just here to do some work," "Oh no it's totally fine don't worry," The women said as they followed you into the living room.

"I do have a question though," Steph said as you were grabbing some plates, "mmm" "How did you manage to get a place like this?"

"Oh, this isn't mine, it's my Aunt's, they are away for like the next 2 months in Paris, my Aunt is from there." Steph nodded as Beth was looking around at some pictures.

"Is this you or..." She said as she looked at a photo from one of your school events, "yeah it's me, they are all of me," you replied.

"Wow, that's insane, I think there are more photos of you in their house than the amount of photos my parents have of my brother and I in our home. Did you see them a lot?" She asked, meaning no harm, you knew the question would come eventually, you just didn't think it would be so soon.

"Um, yeah, I guess you could put it that way, this is technically my childhood home. When I moved out of my parents home I moved into this home with my Aunts, but we were only here for around 6 months before we moved to Australia. So technically the home we have in Melbourne is my childhood home but as this was well I guess is, the main home all the photos and trophies and everything else got moved into this house,"

"Oh, why did you move out of your parents home? Sorry that sounded a bit insensitive, you don't have to answer," "Oh no, it's okay I don't mind, I-" you were interrupted by another person at the door, they handed you a massive bouquet of flowers and as you brought them into the house and set them on the coffee room table, both girls looked at them.

"Wow, secret admirer, Leah is going all out," Beth cheeked as you looked at the gift tag, letting out a knowing sigh as you read the names.

"Of course, giving me somewhere to stay and building me a gym with some entertainment stuff too isn't enough," you lean back on the couch, before looking over to Beth.

"Wait, what did you say that about Leah? Do you think she likes me?" You asked curiously.

"By the way she looked at you when you walked into the locker room, I would say she has a crush on you" she said quite seriously, you let out a small 'oh' and both of them looked at each other, before continuing on with the conversation, changing topics.

#woso #woso community #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso x reader #arsenal wfc #awfc #awfc x reader #leah williamson #leah williamson x reader #wosoamazing fireonfire

[here-there-be-drag0ns]

Okay I have had this theory for months but I never actually laid it out before now. However it's well past time I actually do that considering episode 115 all but confirmed its truth (theres still wiggle room for me to be wrong, but honestly not much)

THE FERIN FAMILY ARE AASIMAR, AND HERES WHY:

The thing that originally made me go Hey Wait A Damn Minute was the visions of the original prophecy and its history that gillion got from that tree: "Another flash, and you see these red-haired olympian looking humans and elves and all kinds of different races that are flying with their own wings". And I heard that and thought about how much that sounds like aasimar, and then the weird dreams jay had and then captain widow insisting she has powerful blood and then star saying she sensed divinity on jay and then the whole ferin family's affinity for fire magic and everything just clicked into place.

Then in episode 114 we got the recording of Faye Ferin saying "hail the solar mother" and i was like no fucking way- BUT i set it aside because it felt like I could be reaching with that evidence. It could just be a religious phrasing, not necessarily something literal.

Then episode 115 happened and I got confirmation of my theory.

Grizzly doesn’t outright say "yes the ferin are aasimars”, but he gives us all the last few pieces of the puzzle.

Here's a link to the episode that should start where the confirmation is - the two tablets: https://youtu.be/M9ig9XCUrvU?si=oYdisYFxTqx6ogbb&t=868

Transcript of the tablets: Tablet One: Shards of the divine, these words are for you and you alone. We are descendants of the sun. Thus, we are the light - the beacon that will eradicate the dark. We are the flame to which all will yield. We are the shining justice that will always prevail. Our steps illuminate the way forward and our hands spark the tales of history. Tablet Two: Shards of the divine, these words are for you and you alone. Know your kin, recognized by the manes of flickering flame, wings that rival dragons, the golden suns in our eyes. Unity is the key to prosperity. Our elders will raise generations that burn with vigorous radiance.

NOW ON TO MY EXPLANATION!!

The thing that confirmed it outright for me is literally the line "We are descendants of the sun", because there are no ifs ands or buts about it - aasimar are descended from celestials. The aasimar entry for Monsters of the Multiverse states "Whether descended from a celestial being or infused with heavenly power, aasimar are mortals who carry a spark of the Upper Planes within their souls." the tablet Jay stole from her grandmother is written in celestial, and says they are descended from the sun(aster), ergo, descended from a celestial.

Next up is the whole "Thus we are the light - the beacon that will eradicate the dark. We are the flame to which all will yield. We are the shining justice that will always prevail." bit. The entry for Protector Aasimar (the subrace i believe Jay fits best) in Volos Guide to Monsters reads "Protector aasimar are charged by the powers of good to guard the weak, to strike at evil wherever it arises, and to stand vigilant against the darkness."

Then there's "Our steps illuminate the way forward and our hands spark the tales of history." Which then in the MotM entry it says "aasimar are mortals who carry a spark of the Upper Planes within their souls. They can fan that spark to bring light, ease wounds, and unleash the fury of the heavens."

THEN THERES THE REAL FUCKING GIVEAWAY!!! THIS LINE: "Know your kin, recognized by the manes of flickering flame, wings that rival dragons, the golden suns in our eyes."

MotM says "They resemble their parents, but … often have features that hint at their celestial heritage." and VGtM says "They are a people of otherworldly visages, with luminous features that reveal their celestial heritage."

OF THE CELESTIAL FEATURES OPTIONS OFFERED BY MOTM, ENTRY 2 IS "METALLIC, LUMINOUS, OR DARK EYES" AND ENTRY 3 IS "STARKLY COLORED HAIR". THE FERINS ARE WELL KNOWN FOR HAVING BOTH.

The tablets are, of course, not my only evidence.

the ferins arent born with The Ferin Eye as revealed by Jay having to earn hers and Drey talking about when he got his. "now icarus," i hear you say "wouldnt that mean they dont actually fit the celestial features requirement?" and to that i answer "NO! IT IN FACT FITS IT BETTER!"

In discussing aasimar celestial features, MotM says "These [features] often begin subtle and become more obvious when the aasimar gains the ability to reveal their full celestial nature." Jay didn’t have the Ferin eye until she earned it and its subsequent abilities. And we all remember how she earned it, right?

A weird ass fucking dream.

Now let’s look at that. According to VGtM “An aasimar, except for one who has turned to evil, has a link to an angelic being. That being … provides guidance to the aasimar, though this connection functions only in dreams. As such, the guidance is not a direct command or a simple spoken word. Instead, the aasimar receives visions, prophecies, and feelings.”

In Jay's first sun dream (Juice Roll With It // Episode #88), Grizzly describes the sun and says "You feel like its presence is trying to reach you. And as you notice, you feel almost like you want it to.”

And then the core of the dream itself:

Grizzly: “Do you think Jay can withstand this impossible heat of the sun as you get just barely one step closer?” Condi: “I’m gonna say no… but she would try anyways, if that is, like, what the feeling is kinda giving her, you know?” Grizzly: “This powerful presence, as hot as it is - you can’t help but think of your sister. You can’t help but think of your friends. But then, you think of your mother, and then you think of your father, and then you think of your grandmother” (makes condi roll con save with disadvantage, condi got an 11) “with an 11, you take that step forward, but this overwhelming pressure, anxiousness, fear, handcuffs your spirit, closes your mind, and you just feel the heat of the sun overcome you. And you are jolted awake back in the reality. … but you know that in this dream you lost. You lost to the heat.”

Then the second dream (Happy Wife Happy Life // Episode 102), where the sun is hotter and larger than before and excruciatingly painful:

Grizzly: “You just can’t help but stare at it with both eyes wide open. And behind you you feel another heat.” (Condi asks if Jay can see this heat or if Jay is too focused on the sun) “You know that this heat signifies that backing away and falling is not an option this time. But as you look at the sun, you once again think about your family: your mother, who said she was sick; your father, who called you naive; your grandmother, who threatens the safety of your friends. You think of your friends. So I ask again, this time: do you think Jay can withstand that heat? That pressure and that fire?” Condi: “I think as Jay is staring up at this sort of immense fireball that represents… obviously her pressure, and she feels that heat at her back… I don’t think she would look at the heat as, like, something preventing her from stepping back and falling anymore. But in this metaphorical sense - since a lot of this is a metaphor - she’d probably look at it as what she basically can’t turn her back on, what she can’t leave behind. Basically like her new hope. You know, what she wants to protect. So she’s in between this and this giant fireball. Um. And I think with that in mind she would take a step forward and, um. While maybe not fully confident in herself, she would jump into the fireball with all her might, doing her best. ... I think she can handle it. She thinks she can handle it.” Grizzly: “Fair enough. That’s all I asked. You jump in- go ahead and roll a con save with advantage.” (Condi got a 19) “You leap with almost like a raging fire of conviction even if you doubt yourself, jay. And the sun almost seems to open up to welcome you in. And at first, the searing pain of the fireball’s heat feels like it’s melting your skin. You scream until it feels like it’s melting away that doubt. And then, all of the pain subsides. There’s a calming sense that kind of overtakes, jay, in your subconscious. And it’s all white at this point - your whole vision.”

So the sun reached out to jay through a dream, as aasimar’s celestial links tend to do, and gave her a test of strength that she had to figure out for herself (“as such, the guidance is not a direct command or simple spoken word. Instead, the aasimar receives visions, prophecies, and feelings.” - VGtM). She only passed it by remembering she had people she needed to protect (“Protector aasimar are charged by the powers of good to guard the weak, to strike at evil wherever it arises, and to stand vigilant against the darkness.” - VGtM). And when she passed this test given to her in a dream: “speaking of your vision, you begin to feel a warmth behind one of your eyelids. And the next day comes as you’re the first to wake at the very crack of dawn. The sun rises, and you rise with it. And you blink a few times - you feel something different. … This time, you look into a mirror and, just like your dad, just like Drey, you see this bright orange glowing eye on one of the sides. And you feel whatever that was: you passed it.”

This, therefore, perfectly fits Jay into the aasimar’s celestial features description that “these [features] often begin subtle and become more obvious when the aasimar gains the ability to reveal their full celestial nature.” Jay had to prove herself to the goddess to earn another celestial trait.

And once more, “Icarus!” I hear you cry. “You keep saying Jay fits the Protector Aasimar subrace, but don’t Protector Aasimar have incorporeal wings that come from their celestial heritage? Jay’s wings are from a tattoo! That doesn’t work!” To which I say, “Are you sure?”

The Protector Aasimar’s subrace ability is called Radiant Soul and allows the aasimar to “unleash the divine energy within yourself, causing your eyes to glimmer and two luminous, incorporeal wings to sprout from your back.”

Jay’s wings come from enchanted tattoos with which she can cast Fly. These were a deliberate choice Jay made and are not celestial in origin. However, in the first sun dream, when Jay reaches out for the sun Grizzly says “You begin to feel the tattoo on your upper back sting.” When condi asks to clarify if it’s the Niklaus tattoo, Grizzly only says “Just the upper back.”

This, of course, leads me to believe that those dreams will or already have affected her wings in some way - perhaps leaving space for her to unlock more of her celestial heritage and power as she earns it. It’s something we’ll just have to watch and see for.

Either way the Ferins are aasimar, Jay's gonna be the first one in generations to earn their true celestial power from Aster, and i will Die On This Hill

#dragons hoard #another theory post except this time its Color Coded oooohhh shinyyyy #theres a much more niche narrative theory I could go into based on this too #but thats more speculation than direct theory so itll get its own post eventually #jrwi riptide #jrwi #just roll with it #jrwiblr #just roll with it riptide #jrwi jay #jrwi jay ferin #jay ferin #jrwi theory #aasimar ferins theory #jrwi 115 #jrwi episode 115 #jrwi ep 115 #jrwi spoilers

[yanderecrazysie]

Begonia (Yandere Leona)

Part 1 of the Flower Language Series

I got these meanings from the internet, so some may be wrong. Sorry if that is the case, but please ignore my mistakes.

Please do not request the Flower Language Series.

Title: Begonia

Pairings: Leona Kingscholar x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes

Flower meaning: Beware

Summary: Leona has always scared you. Turns out, that was for a good reason.

To be honest, all of the dorm heads intimidated you.

Riddle, as you had come to know through Deuce and Ace, was probably the strictest person you had ever met. He had hundreds of rules, most of which were oddly specific, and he collared anyone who broke them, making them lose their magic until he saw fit.

Even as someone with no magic to your name, it still scared you.

Azul was a scheming bastard, tricking people into making contracts that put them at a severe disadvantage, then stealing something from them when they inevitably failed.

Then, there was the floating tablet. The device was supposedly controlled by a housewarden back in his dorm, but it was strange enough to creep you out a little.

Malleus was absolutely terrifying, with his horns that looked like they could skewer you and an expression on his face like he just might do that if you looked at him wrong. Plus the rumors of his power made you tremble in his presence.

Kalim and Vil, you had to admit, didn’t seem too bad from what you’d seen. You would still have to get to know them to make a final judgment.

But the one who scared you most was Leona Kingscholar.

His face was twisted into a menacing frown, his green eyes glaring at everyone around him like they personally annoyed him. He was muscular and stood at a daunting 6 feet tall. He had a scar down one eye- an injury that made you wonder how he got it. 

You had to admit, he was handsome, but he also terrified you. You knew from the moment you saw him that he wasn’t someone to mess with. 

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You liked to walk through the botanical gardens. There were all kinds of beautiful trees and flowers, some the same as the ones in your homeworld, and others that you were sure were unique to the world you had found yourself in.

Your eyes moved from each plant, never looking down at your feet. Why would you, when there was so much to see and smell?

You should have looked down.

Suddenly, you pitched forward, your foot catching on something. You tried in vain to keep your balance, but you ended up on your hands and knees anyway. Your knees and palms felt like they were on fire and, when you lifted your right hand, you found that you were bleeding.

A growl sounded from behind you- one that sounded dangerously like a lion’s. Slowly, you turned your head.

Leona’s tail was lying in the walkway. The walkway you had just been walking down.

Oh my God, I tripped on his tail!

“I am so sorry!” you spluttered, standing up as quickly as possible, “I wasn’t paying attention!”

“Clearly,” Leona snarled, baring his teeth. You couldn’t help but notice that his canines ended in sharp fangs. He got to his feet and you cowered as his shadow fell over your figure. He was even taller up close.

“I’m sorry,” you squeaked.

“You should be,” Leona snapped, “I was taking a nap and you disturbed my sleep.”

You trembled under his gaze. He looked down at you like a predator sizes up its prey. 

The warm garden seemed to drop 50 degrees. The shadows of the tall trees seemed to stretch into the shapes of clawing hands. Your nose no longer smelled the sweet scents of the flowers.

Leona looked you up and down and a smirk spread across his lips. You didn’t know that he could smile, but somehow, it was worse than his frown.

“You’re that magicless girl with no home to go back to, aren’t you?” he asked.

You nodded meekly, then changed your mind “I do have a home to go to, the mirror just couldn’t find-” you fell silent at the glare he sent your way. A scowl that clearly told you to shut up.

Leona took a few steps forward and leaned in toward your neck. You froze, unable to move if you tried. He took a deep inhale and, finally, leaned back to look you over once again.

“I can’t smell a speck of magic on you,” he said condescendingly, “You really don’t belong here, do you?”

You weren’t sure what to say, so you stayed quiet. Leona took a step forward and you took a step back in response. Leona's predatory gaze followed your every move, a wicked smile playing on his lips. 

“I- I have to go,” you stuttered, mouth feeling as dry as the desert.

“I’m not stopping you,” Leona replied, his voice a deep rumble, as though he thought you were amusing.

The only problem was, you had to get past him to leave the botanical garden. You trembled from head to toe as you squeezed by him. You swore you could hear him take another sniff of you as you passed him.

You walked robotically to the exit, your mind on autopilot as you left the frightening housewarden behind. As you left, Leona called out to you one last time.

“I’ll have you make it up to me, little mouse.”

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You didn’t return to the botanical garden after that incident. However, Leona seemed to pop up wherever you went.

You weren’t in the same classes, yet he appeared in the hallways outside each of your classrooms. He had to have been skipping class for some of these occurrences. 

He didn’t do anything to you, but you knew that he was there for you by the way his green eyes locked onto your form, boring holes into the back of your head as you hurried away from him.

The first time he showed up at your dorm scared you to death.

You had just been hanging out with Deuce and Ace at the Heartslabyul dorm, goofing around while getting a small amount of homework done. Grim raced ahead of you, his small figure disappearing in the darkness before suddenly reappearing, running toward you with a worried expression on his face.

“Did you invite that Savanaclaw Housewarden over?” Grim asked hesitantly.

“What?” it felt like you had been doused with cold water, spreading down your back and making you shiver, “No, of course not! Please tell me he’s not…”

“He’s there,” Grim jumped up and down, “What are we supposed to do? Do we fight him?”

“No!” you said quickly, “We’ll just have to ask him what he wants.”

Your feet felt like lead, dread weighing you down as you headed back to Ramshackle Dorm. Sure enough, Leona Kingscholar’s himself came into sight. The intimidating lion prince stood on your doorstep, facing you and Grim as you helplessly made your way toward him.

“L-Leona,” you stuttered, your heart speeding up in fear, “What are you doing here?”

The man looked at the broken down house you lived in, “I came to see what the excitement was about your dorm. I wanted to know why Azul was so interested in getting his tentacles all over this place.”

You nodded, not really understanding what he meant, but wanting to agree with him nonetheless. You really didn’t want to upset him.

Leona looked down at you, a bored expression on his face. 

There was something wrong with him, you decided. It took you a few seconds to find out just why he put you on edge so much. 

It was his eyes. They were clouded with an emotion you couldn’t decipher and locked on you. The gaze was purely predatory, making you feel small and helpless compared to him.

“I really don’t see what the excitement is about,” Leona said, condescending once more, “It looks like any old shack to me.”

Grim shook a clenched paw at him, “Hey! We’re working on fixing it up! You should see the bedroom- we totally remodeled it!”

Leona gave Grim a disdainful frown, “Ah, I see you still have the raccoon with you.”

“I’m not a raccoon!” Grim yelled.

You grabbed Grim’s shoulder as he attempted to advance on Leona, shrieking, “Lemme at him! Lemme at him! We’ll see who’s a raccoon!”

To your surprise, Leona laughed. Then, as if nothing had happened, his face resumed its familiar frown. His eyes locked onto yours, the hungry gaze making you tremble in fear once more.

He didn’t say a word as he slunk away from Ramshackle dorm, merely staring you down, even as he disappeared into the darkness.

You opened the door to your dorm and you and Grim made a beeline for the bedroom. You each got in your respective beds without you even changing into your pajamas. You stared up at the ceiling, fully awake. Hours ticked by and still sleep evaded you.

Why did you still feel as if you were being watched?

—-------------------

That day you didn’t see Leona after any of your classes. It should have put you at ease, but instead it put you on edge. Had he grown bored of you?

Somehow you didn’t think that was the case.

Since it was a Friday, the teachers decided to assign a mountain of homework to do. You struggled to fit all of your textbooks in your backpack, but the struggle to carry them all was even harder.

Grim and you split ways; you deciding to get an early start on your homework while Grim went to goof off and put it off to the last minute.

You trudged all the way to Ramshackle dorm and struggled up the stairs. As soon as you had gotten to your room, you let the backpack drop, panting for breath after all the labor you had endured.

When you opened the door, time itself seemed to stop.

There, on your bed, lay Leona, a sharp-toothed smirk playing across his face. He cocked his head at you in an almost-cute way, but you weren’t deceived. Not when his heavy gaze was so predatory.

“You sure took your time getting back,” he drawled, his smirk turning sly.

You stumbled backward, “Leona? How did-”

“Ah, the perks of being a cat,” he yawned, stretching out on your bed as if he owned it, “I can easily slip in undetected.”

Dread coursed through your veins, “Why are you here?”

“I wanted to be here when you returned,” he purred.

“Stop acting like this is normal! This isn’t-”

“Normal is boring, little mouse,” Leona sighed, pushing his body into a sitting position, “You should be thankful that I’ve been guaranteeing your protection.”

“What?” you were struck dumb by his words.

“Night Raven College has its dangers,” Leona drawled, “You’re the only girl in an all boys’ school, after all.”

“I can handle myself thanks,” you said coldly.

Leona’s laugh echoed across the room, booming in your ears. Your cheeks heated up, feeling as though you were being looked down upon.

“You have no idea what could happen to you,” in a flash, Leona was right in front of you. You recoiled in shock, but one of his hands gripped your chin before you could get too far, “Someone could lock you away forever, and you wouldn’t be able to do a thing.”

He leaned forward until his hot breath played across your face, “Do you understand?”

You managed to nod, knowing there was only one answer he would accept.

“Don’t worry, little mouse,” Leona purred once more, “You’re under my protection. No one would dare hurt you as long as I watch over you.”

The way Leona looked down at you made you feel like you were an insignificant, helpless little bit of prey playing right into his hands.

And to Leona, you probably were.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere one shot #one shot #yandere twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #yandere leona #leona kingscholar

[reiding-writing]

hi! first of all, congrats! can i request something from the colours list, blue - 3?

CRUSHED UP [CLIMACTERIC]

/krʌʃt ʌp/

Blue - 3. "Did you take your medication?”

WARNINGS: established relationship, injured reader, pills

spencer reid x gn!reader || fluff || 0.8k || event page!!

a/n: based on my own hatred for tablets that don’t have a hard coating over them 🫶

main masterlist!! ⋆｡°✩ event masterlist!!

Your groan practically echoes through the apartment, a sure fire announcement of your reluctant wake into the real world.

You’d languished in your fatigue for the last few days, spending your time bundled up underneath Spencer’s scented sheets in the hopes that breathing in his pure essence would relieve you of the absolute agony searing through your left shoulder.

It did not.

It was arguably better when he was lying in bed with you, but Spencer was an avidly early riser, meaning that you always woke up in bed alone. Granted, most of the time it meant you woke up with an in-home room service, but you didn’t care about food right now, you just wanted Spencer to hold you until the pain went away.

It was collateral damage of your job unfortunately. When you’re chasing after armed suspects, you were bound to get shot at some point, it was just basic probability. But damn did it not hurt like a bitch.

You sitting upright was like the nail in the coffin, a sharp pain tearing through the muscles of your back until you could feel it in your hips as you dragged yourself out of bed, another pained groan leaving your mouth in it’s wake.

You drag yourself all the way to the kitchen, following the sound of the coffee machine until you drape yourself over Spencer’s back and lean on him until you’re not supporting your own weight anymore.

“Good morning-” He lets out a small huff as he shifts to support the new weight, a small chuckle leaving his mouth as your forehead comes into contact with his shoulder.

“No good, just morning…” Your voice is drenched in a mix of fatigue and anguish, and Spencer has to stifle a smile so that he doesn’t look like he’s finding amusement in your pitiful state. “What are you making..?”

You don’t sound all that interested in his answer as you worm your arms underneath the t-shirt his wearing to run your hands over his torso. Your freezing cold hands that make Spencer physically jolt from the temperature difference, although he doesn’t make any move to stop you from warming yourself against him like he’s a human radiator.

“Toaster waffles?” He laughs lamely at his own answer. “I was going to make omelettes but we’ve run out of eggs,”

You give him a soft hum as an acknowledgment of his answer, your nose buried in his shoulder with your eyes closed as you try to focus on the soft pulse in his neck instead of pulsating pain in your back.

“Still hurting?” He halts his coffee making momentarily to rub his hand over the section of forearm that hasn’t disappeared under his shirt, letting the side of his head rest against yours.

“Mhm…” You nod tiredly against his neck. “It’s like someone’s taking a hammer and chisel to my shoulder blade,”

He gives a soft sigh as your answer, turning his head to press a kiss against your temple. “Have you taken your medication?”

“Not yet…” It’s your turn to sigh now, shaking your forehead against the fabric of his t-shirt. “It doesn’t do anything…”

“You need to take it angel, even if you don’t think it’s doing anything,” He eases your arms from around him so he can turn around and face you properly. “Studies suggest that 54% of adult americans stop taking their course of medication before they’re supposed to because they feel like the medication isn’t doing anything for them anymore, which isn’t true,”

He pulls you back into his arms again, careful to not bump your shoulder whilst also trying to relieve the dull ache you’re feeling by massaging soft circles against your spine. “It’s the only thing stopping you from getting an infection and needing another surgery, so please humour me okay?”

“Okay…” You agree reluctantly, pressing your lips against his neck in a series of fatigued open-mouth kisses. “Can I crush them at least? They taste horrible..”

He gives you a soft hum of approval and a nod, swaying you back and forth gently in his grasp in an attempt to wash away the sleep ravaging your body. “Of course angel, i’ll mix them into your coffee,”

“Thank you…”

“Of course baby,” He leaves a sticky kiss against the crown of your head. “I love you,”

“I love you too Spence…”

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #mgg #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds fluff #climacteric 🪶

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Spring Vault Debut: Super Mario Galaxy

Oh boy, a vault! A spring vault! A vault full of goodies and treasures, perhaps? Only one way to find out! Come on, Spring Vault, you have nothing to hide! Open up, and let us inside!

Uh oh, lasers? Those goodies and treasures aren't good or treasured! Nevermind, Spring Vault. You can keep your goodies to yourself. I don't want them and neither does Mario.

This is Spring Vault, from Super Mario Galaxy! I didn't know they were called that, but as it turns out, the wiki didn't until pretty recently either, so I'm not alone. Spring Vaults are a stationary enemy that attack Mario by shooting circular laser beams from a safe distance!

Which raises my first question: are "circular laser beams" even something that can exist? Does light work that way? I wouldn't know! That sounds like a physics question and I know next to nothing about physics because I'm bad at math. I got my degree in Applied Weird Mario Enemies Studies at Wet-Dry World's Wet n' Wild Wuniversity.

If you can hop over Spring Vault's possibly impossible circular laser beams, then you can jump on Spring Vault to reveal the real treasure: Spring! Jump on Spring Vault with the spring revealed, and you can get some impressive vertical, bringing Jump Man to heights never before thought to be possible...

Don't worry too much about breaking the Funny Robot though. If you leave it undisturbed for long enough, it'll fix itself by Recalibrating Its Spring Senors or some other vaguely technological-sounding mumbo jumbo. I don't know anything about computers either! I'm writing this post on a stone tablet!

If you're familiar with your Weird Mario Enemies, you may note that Spring Vault looks similar to the Topmen from the same game, especially the Spring Topman, which loses out on its laser functionality to let you enjoy Springing on the go! But just as the Topman is a whole family of enemies, Spring Vault has a bit of a family of its own, which I'll cover beneath the cut!

First up, we have the Sentry Garage, which is probably the closest relative of the Spring Vault. Sentry Garages are a similarly stationary enemy that can be jumped on to reveal the spring within, but instead of shooting out lasers, they shoot Topminis! I'd make another joke about the miracle of childbirth, but the name suggests these are just a Topmini storage unit...

Sentry Garage looks like a pretty stylish place to keep your Topminis, but if a plumber comes by and spins them into next Thursday, don't say I didn't warn you!

Sadly, Sentry Garage is about as interesting as the Spring Vault family gets, because the rest of these are more "obstacle" than enemy. Like Ring Beamer, for example! No eyes or anything. Just a bunch of spikes. But sea urchins have no eyes and a bunch of spikes, and they're awesome, so maybe we should extend the same love to Ring Beamer. Make it feel loved. Make it feel like part of a family.

It's not trying to make you feel like part of a family though! Lasers? Spikes? Everything Ring Beamer does is a pretty clear indicator to Stay Away!

Up next we have the Ball Beamers, but you can call them Banjo and Kazooie, because they have Nuts and Bolts! Like the Ring Beamer, these are more obstacle than enemy, but unlike Ring Beamer, they don't have spikes or anything. This makes them safe for Mario to stand on, but it also means you can't compare them to sea urchins as much. You win some, you lose some.

They're still not completely safe though, because you know. Circular laser beams.

The thing is, whether they're an Enemy or Obstacle, Nintendo must have really fallen in love with the Ring Beamer family, because they've kept making new variants in subsequent 3D Mario games! Meet Ring Burner, introduced in Super Mario 3D World! Rather than lasers, this one shoots fire, but otherwise it has the same basic attack patterns.

Or at least it can have the same attack patterns, because some Ring Burners shoot fire in squares instead! Haven't you heard? It's hip to be square! This feels like it goes against the name, but oh well. Like Ball Beamer, these ones are safe to stand on, and they won't fire while you stand on it. Are they scared? Does Ring Beamer have feelings? Is that skull marking its actual face?

That being said, by the time Super Mario Odyssey came out, "fire" and "being safe to stand on" were out of fashion again, because Pulse Beam brought back the lasers and spikes! Or rather, laser and spike. Pulse Beam thinks having more than one spike is excessive.

Pulse Beam also values its personal space, and as long as you don't disturb it, it won't disturb you. Pulse Beams will only start shooting lasers when hit by Cappy, so leave them be, and they'll leave you be! That being said, their lasers can clear out other small enemies, so it might be good to activate them if you're getting overwhelmed...

But be careful! Pulse Beams tend to activate other Pulse Beams, so once one goes off, you'll probably have to deal with a few. Time your jumps well, and you should be A-OK.

But hold on, what if I were to tell you that the Ring Beamer family wasn't restricted to the Mario franchise...?

Happy Tunky Tuesday, because thinking so much about circular laser beams you gotta hop over reminded me of the Wave Breaker from Splatoon 3! This special weapon uses basically the same attack pattern, releasing circular shockwaves you need to jump over to avoid getting damaged, and since this is a competitive shooter, getting hit by the Wave Breaker also puts a target on your back, letting everyone on the enemy team know your exact location! Imagine, getting doxxed by a cup and ball toy. Those Splatoons have it rough.

Clearly the Splatoon 3 developers fell in love with this mechanic, because it shows up even in other game modes, with DJ Octavio's boss fight, the Amped Octostamp, and the Big Shot from Salmon Run using the exact same shockwave mechanics. The sheer scope of Ring Burner's influence can not be understated!

It's weird that talking about a Funny Spring Laser Enemy from Super Mario Galaxy eventually led me to talking about a different franchise in a different genre, but it's apparent Nintendo has fallen in love with this sort of obstacle. Gosh, Nintendo, if you love Circular Laser Beams You Need To Jump Over so much, why don't you marry them?

...I can be Spring Vault/Ring Beamer/Ring Burner/Wave Breaker/the rest's bridesmaid if they need one! I promise!

#spring vault #super mario galaxy #mario #mario enemies #mod hooligon

[startrekfangirl2233-writes]

Photo Finish

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

Description: I don't really have words for this. @desert-fern and I were chatting about Hangman thots. And this spilled out of my brain.

Warnings: This is just porn. Porn with Plot. Consume at your own risk.

Word Count: 6484

A/N: This is dedicated to @desert-fern, @dakotakazansky and @horseshoegirl! Read and enjoy the thots my darlings!

AO3: Cross-posted Here!

It is an unforgiving job, working as a photographer. You'd been all over the world taking pictures for exposes, portraits of world leaders, and scenery. You could name a print material with a portrait on the cover and say you'd taken a picture of that kind. 

It's your first time in New York after six months of working on assignment after assignment for your agency when you're called into your boss’s office and ordered to get a studio ready. You're expecting a shot with supermodels or perfumes. Hell, you've even taken photos of cans of dog food. You're not expecting to hear that the client is the U.S. Navy. Not at all.

The U.S. Navy's recruitment numbers have fallen to an all-time low. They're looking for a propaganda vehicle or five to kickstart recruitment. They've ordered a squadron of pilots to fly to New York and have professional portraits taken. It had been decided it was too risky to have civilian photographers on base, so your company had rented a colossal hangar from the airport for one day. The squadron and their jets would land tonight, and the shoot would happen tomorrow. The information has you reeling and more than a little flustered. The U.S. Navy? As a client? That’s huge. This assignment could make or break your whole career. How do you even start? This shoot is on an awfully quick turnaround for something so big.

Your mind is spinning, thinking of how you could make these spreads work. To begin your prep work, you go to your office, collecting your assistant, stylists, makeup artist, and lighting coordinators. Once everyone is clustered around your office, you fire up your computer and display pictures of each aviator. The Navy has selected six aviators for this spread; they’re all gorgeous. And per the sanitized dossiers you hand out to your team to read, each has risked their lives to serve their country. Of the five men on the dossiers, one keeps catching your attention. His name is Jake, Jake Seresin, and his eyes pierce into you even through the low-quality picture you’ve been given.

“Alright. So how do we do this? The Navy asked for shots of each aviator and their plane in flight suits and uniforms. We’ll have all four jets in the hangar with us tomorrow. Additionally, I want to explore who they are as people. So I think we’ll also do shots of them in formal wear. As a last step, we’ll tie into their sex appeal and do shots of the boys in their flight jackets and dog tags with no shirts. For Lieutenant Trace, I thought we could explore the duality she naturally poses as a highly decorated female Naval Aviator. How does that sound? Any ideas for how we can accomplish that? Start pulling pieces on racks in the bullpen. I want to do a final review of all of the options at 4 o’clock.”

Your stylists, Adam and Lea, are already huddled up and discussing pieces to pull for the formal wear shoot. You can see an unholy gleam in Lea’s eyes as she finds pieces for Lieutenant Trace to wear for the sex appeal shot on her tablet. You grin at their enthusiasm before turning to your lighting techs.

“Seb, Kris. I want you both to head out to the hangar today. I don’t know what the lighting is going to look like. Feel free to start setting up the lighting for the shoot tomorrow. But don’t lock anything down. We’re going to have to share our space with the planes.”

You turn to your assistant, Amy. 

“Ames, go with them. Get an idea of the space we have to deal with. Measurements would be useful. Start visualizing areas where we could lay out a backdrop to do a set of pics without the planes in the background. Scope out everything — the facilities, where we could set up changing booths, a refreshments table, etc. We’ll also probably need to coordinate deliveries from the usual food platters and drinks places. Get an assortment of things that would apply to any dietary restrictions you can think of.”

With that, you turn to the last member of your team, your makeup artist. 

“Hey, Katie. We will want to keep the makeup for this shoot subtle and touch up any blemishes and under-eye circles. That should be it for the boys, but we’ll want to do something eye-catching for the formal wear portion for Lieutenant Trace. So pack accordingly. Go ahead if you want, and head to the hangar with Ames so you can coordinate placement for the makeup station.”

You call your team to attention by ringing the small gong on your desk.

“We’ve got a lot of work ahead of us today. Call me for anything you need. This shoot is important for the studio, and we will have many eyes on us. Here are the credentials for the hangar. Measurements for the aviators are included in the dossier packets. For the formal wear portion of the shoot, pick coordinating colors except for Lieutenant Trace. Good luck!”

The rest of your morning is spent coordinating with the Navy Liasion. During your lunch break, you head to the hangar and help your team as they work there. You pick up sandwiches and drinks for everyone and drop some off for Adam and Lea. You reach the hangar at 1:30 and use your credentials to let yourself in. Unsurprisingly, the hangar is a hive of activity. Amy’s marking down placement points near the bathrooms with a measuring tape, and Katie’s getting a vanity plugged in and organizing her equipment.

Meanwhile, Seb and Kris are testing the lighting. A large swath of the Hangar floor is as yet empty. A clear path has been left from the hangar doors to the open area. The open area is where four F/A-18A Super Hornets are going to sit. You call your team to grab their lunches and catch up with Amy on her progress. It’s your first time delegating so much of the admin work to Amy since she’s the newest on the team, and you’re ecstatic with her progress.

She’s gotten everything organized, including the food and beverage deliveries. When a pair of workmen back in a truck containing the backdrop and the changing rooms, you supervise as they build them and place them where you want them. They’ve just started assembling the backdrop when your phone rings. You step into the afternoon sunshine to take the call. It’s the Navy Liasion. He’s calling to inform you that the squadron will be landing shortly. Sure enough, you can just hear the engines as you hang up and bolt indoors. Amy’s just sending the workmen on their way as you help your team clear the open areas of the hangar and stand near the open hangar door. 

You can feel the thrum of the engines as Four F/A-18As fly in formation and finally land in all their glory. They’re beautiful machines. You can smell the stink of the jet fuel and feel the heat from the engines as they roll into the hangar. The next moments are full of frantic activity as the flight crews help ensure the jets are safely landed. Once all the furor has died down, you finally reach where the aviators have descended from their jets. They’re examining your team's work with eagle eyes that dart to your person as you step closer, your heels echoing as you make your way to the jets. 

They’re even more gorgeous than their pictures indicated, even sweaty with helmet hair as they are. As one, they line up in front of you and salute, introducing themselves with their rank, full name, and callsign. You can hear Amy and Katie’s giggles from behind you as you introduce yourself and your team. The entire time you lay out the plan for the following day, you can feel a set of eyes boring into the side of your face. All the aviators are staring right at you, but Lieutenant Seresin makes you feel like squirming. His green eyes stay on you as you show them the different areas in the hangar and explain the order of the day. Thankfully, they leave the hangar shortly after you tell them their call time for the next morning. 

A couple of hours later, everything is ready to go, thanks to Amy, Seb, Kris, and Katie. The corner near the bathroom has two changing rooms set up. Nearby are spaces for the racks of clothing and the makeup station. It will be perfect for the photoshoot you have in mind. The concrete floors are a little chilly, so you text Lea and ask her to add some of the rugs from storage to the truck. You send her a snap of the current layout so she and Adam know what they’re walking into the following morning. You know she and Adam will pick something that complements the gunmetal gray of the planes and the clothing they’re selecting. Before long, you and your team are packed into the back of two Ubers and heading back to the studio for the final part of your day, evaluating the clothing Adam and Lea have picked.

You’re satisfied as you head home that night. Your team has done an amazing job, and the only thing you have to do is pack your cameras and lenses. You carefully wipe and pack each lens and each camera, working as quickly as possible since you have to be at the hangar with an early 6 AM call time. Amy’s picking up the coffee and breakfast deliveries at 7, and the Squadron will show up at 8 AM sharp.

When your alarm goes off at half past four the next morning, you feel barely rested. Your hair is a bird’s nest atop your head, and your eye bags could put a raccoon to shame.  But you’ve got a busy day ahead of you, so you gulp a scalding cup of coffee and walk zombie-like into your shower. Forty-five minutes later, you’re dressed in a smart blouse and pencil skirt with heels on your feet and bleary but ready to face the day. You’ve thrown your hair into a French braid snaking down your back and left your makeup and jewelry simple to avoid causing unforeseen sparkles and shadows when Kris and Seb turn the lights on.

Your team has just reached the hangar when you step in. All the lights are on in the early morning haze, and you’re immediately swept up in the preparations. It’s like you’re needed everywhere. You only get fifteen minutes to lay out your camera equipment and hook up the cameras to your laptop before you’re pulled into last-minute adjustment after last-minute adjustment. It feels like barely any time has passed when the aviators swagger through the open hangar door. They’re dressed in khaki uniforms, each holding a hanger with a leather flight jacket.

Adam and Lea direct them to leave their garment bags on an open rack, and you’re off to the races. You start with individual shots of each aviator with their plane and then against the backdrop. You’ve cued up a playlist of Top-40 hits, and you can’t help humming along as you snap away. As expected, it takes a bit for the aviators to warm up to being photographed. Two, Lieutenants Bradshaw and Seresin, take to posing for the camera like a fish out of water. Lieutenant Fitch follows shortly after them. Then all you needed to get Fanboy to cut loose was get him talking about his favorite tv show. You don’t mind the onslaught of Star Trek facts and figures because Lieutenant Mickey Garcia is adorable once you get him smiling and dancing to the songs playing. 

That leaves you with Lieutenants Trace and Floyd. Lieutenant Floyd goes next, and the first thing he does when he sees you holding the camera is blush. The bashful look on his face makes a soft squeal slip out of Amy’s mouth, and you side-eye your assistant with your fiercest glare to get her to chill out. Thankfully, Lea drags her away to help with some of the clothing. There’s no need to make the sweetheart even more uncomfortable. Much like Lieutenant Garcia, you try to get him talking. And it works, at least until Lieutenant Seresin opens his mouth and says,

“C’mon, Baby On Board. A pretty girl’s taking your picture, and you can’t even smile? This is a once-in-a-lifetime experience, at least for you. You should enjoy it while it lasts.”

You can feel your blood pressure rising at how rude he is and are about to open your mouth to tell him to get out of your field of vision when Lieutenant Floyd does it himself.

“Why, Bagman? Are you afraid that if I start posing for real, all the girls will dump you as fast as possible for me instead?”

You have to stifle your giggles as Lieutenant Seresin blinks wide-eyed at Lieutenant Floyd before walking away. 

“That’s a great idea, Bob!” Lieutenant Trace is never one to leave an opportunity to cheer on her WSO.

That’s what breaks the ice between you and Lieutenant Floyd. You feel his solo plane shots have turned out better than the others. The final aviator in uniform to photograph is Lieutenant Trace. But no matter what you do, you can’t get her to loosen up. 

“Alright, everyone. Let’s take fifteen. Adam and Lea, can you get the Lieutenants in their formal wear while I finish up with Lieutenant Trace?” 

That clears the gentlemen away and leaves you and Lieutenant Trace by the planes. That’s when you finally see a fraction of the tension she holds in her shoulders drain away. She’s still standing stiffly but no longer in full parade rest. You turn the music up, put on ABBA, and pray that the music finally gets her to unwind. It takes a bit, and Lieutenant Bradshaw, now wearing a navy blue tuxedo, wiggling his hips to the beat but unwind she does. He gives you a wink before shimmying away. You can see the rest of your team laughing as the aviators pull out their silliest dance moves. 

After finishing up Lieutenant Trace’s final uniform pictures, you leave her in Lea and Katie’s capable hands and start taking the solo shots of the men. They’re all dressed in navy blue tuxedos with white shirts and shiny black dress shoes. There isn’t a tie in sight, and the jackets are perfectly tailored to their figures. You can’t help the impressed looks you give them and mentally note to compliment Lea and Adam later. Everything is going well until you start to see slack-jawed looks where the lieutenants had been smoldering into the camera. You turn and grin satisfactorily as Lieutenant Trace steps forward. Lea had selected a gorgeous crimson and burgundy gown, and Katie had chosen to leave her hair in loose curls. You’re not surprised at the boys’ awe. She looks breathtaking and like her callsign in all its fiery glory. The contrasting color combinations as she joins the boys look fantastic in the pictures. 

The final set of pictures happens after a lunch break. The gentlemen are only too eager to slip off their shirts, though you can hear Bob pleading with Lea to spare him. You wish him luck, as you know from experience that Lea’s not one to give in easily. The only other aviator who looks discomfited is Lieutenant Trace. You pull her aside.

"Lt. Trace. How would you feel about doing a shot wearing just one of the men's jackets, some heels, and jewelry? You don’t have to wear one that one of the guys has worn today. Lea and Adam brought plenty of spares."

"Please, call me Natasha. And no. I'm not doing that."

"Natasha, I have a feeling I know why, but would you tell me?" Her shoulders surround her ears as you try to reason with her.

"I'm not going to wear that just to act as the sole piece of eye candy in this group. I got here by working just as hard, if not harder, than all of them. I won't negate all my hard work with a pin-up pose on Navy propaganda."

"Thank you for telling me that. I'm not going to pressure you into doing this. But, I would like to bring one item to your consideration. You think taking a picture like this will negate your hard work. Doesn't that negate your inherent sense of femininity? You're a fighter pilot. Yes. One of the best of the best. But you're also a woman. And to me, that's one of your biggest strengths. Girls walking into Navy recruitment offices deserve to know they can be kick-ass officers and beautiful too.”

You take a breath, cataloging the emotions flitting across her face.

“I'm not asking you to do this shot because you're beautiful. As we both know, you are. I'm asking you to do this shot to show the world that you can be one of the best and still be feminine. Be strong and delicate. Sweet and savage. I want you to show the world that serving your country doesn't mean you have to only act like men. Women can serve and do everything that a man can without compromising anything. Be it their looks, their career, or their femininity."

Your words have resonated with her. You can see the figurative light bulb go off in her head as she resolutely nods, gathers up the skirts of her gown, and walks right towards Lea like a woman possessed. You grin and proceed with taking shots of the others. But this time, it’s Lieutenant Seresin that you’re having problems with. He’s stiff like his charm has melted away. You switch to the others and finish their shots easily. Even Natasha stuns in just the oversized blazer. You take a break and review the pictures on your laptop. They’re all perfect. You’ll need a day or so to clean up any small defects, but other than that, they’re exactly what you were looking for. The Navy will be pleased with the results, you hope.

You just need this one set of pictures from Lieutenant Jake Seresin, callsign Hangman, and you can finally go home and take off your heels and bra. Your irritation grows as you attempt to take the pictures you need five times. Your groan of exhaustion and irritation is far longer and louder than it should be. That’s when you start dismissing your team and the Daggers.

“Head on out, all of you. We have to clean up the hangar by the day after tomorrow when the Daggers leave. I will finish up these photos with Lieutenant Seresin, and we should be following you shortly.”

The Daggers all scramble to change, and it's less than half an hour later when you say farewell as the Daggers and your team file out the Hangar door and close it behind them. That’s when you’re left alone with the one man who’s been driving you crazy all day. You try, futilely, to get him to pose how you want, but no matter what you say and how you move him, the pictures don't turn out like you want them to. 

Partway through the latter half of the photo shoot, you'd switched to having all of the Daggers standing against the backdrop. You're regretting that decision now. 

You're done, and the blonde idiot is just standing there and smirking at you. In the studio light, you can see every ridge of his abs and the downy hair dotting his torso. You kick your heels off and let your hair out of its braid. After so long in the tight braid, it feels great to let your scalp relax.

You stalk up to Lieutenant Seresin and grab hold of his arm.

"Right. Let's make this easy on both of us. I will position you how I want you, and you won't move. Okay?"

"Darlin', just tell me to jump, and I'll ask you how high."

And now he's trying to flirt with you. Great. You roll your eyes and position his head and arms as you want him. This close, you can smell his cologne, the cedar and plum scent wafting from his skin. It's an expensive scent that is ever so inconsistent with his personality. Thankfully he doesn't fight you as you position him. 

You could cry. You're so relieved. You are finally getting the needed pictures, and Lieutenant Seresin is cooperating. His eyes still track you as you stalk barefoot back and forth from the laptop to the lights, all with your camera in tow as you make small adjustments. But you don't feel their weight as self-consciously anymore. 

In the final pose, you press on his stomach to get him to straighten his back, and your entire world seems to freeze. His abs are taut, the light dusting of hair soft against your fingers as you glance up at his face. His lips are bitten red as his eyes peer into you. It's electric being this close to him. Something is yearning in his eyes when you step away and take the final pictures. 

Your face is hot as you walk back to the table with your laptop and examine the pictures. You're exhausted, but you've finally done it. Of all the pictures, Lieutenant Seresin's looks the best. His photos exhibit strength, passion, and raw sexuality, exposing a stripe of his taut torso and dog tags. 

"Damn, darlin'. I knew you were a good photographer when I looked up your work before we flew to New York for this, but I had no idea how good you were. These pictures. They're something else."

You startle at his voice, emanating from near your ear, and jolt out of your seat. You nearly fall, but he catches you, steadying you with an arm wrapped around your waist. You gulp as you’re pressed against his chest. He's so close that you can count the flecks of gold swimming in his green eyes. You can't keep your gaze from trailing over his face, from his eyes down to his lips, and back up again. 

"Sweetheart, tell me if I'm reading you wrong, but it looks like you want to kiss me. And I know I want to kiss you. I have since I saw you for the first time yesterday."

You can't keep yourself from nodding at his words. But he's watching you like a hawk and catches your movements. So it's hardly a surprise when he trails his other hand up your side and pinches your chin before slanting his mouth over yours. 

He kisses as he flies, you think. Precise and pointed, each brush of his tongue against your calculated to make your cunt clench and throb with need. You're wet, embarrassingly so. He doesn't pull away until your lips are swollen from the rough kiss. 

Your chest heaves as he traces his finger across your lips. He's got a smug smirk on his face. You pull away from him, carefully selecting your video camera from all your camera equipment, and return to his plane. You turn on the lights, dimming them until there is just enough light to throw the area in the jet's shadow in relief in your camera, hit record, and beckon him to come to you.

"Lieutenant, it's been a bit since I've had some fun. What would you say if I suggest we make a movie?"

His grin is salacious as he lets the leather jacket fall to the ground and tugs you back into his arms.

"Baby, it'd be my pleasure."

Your answering laugh transforms into a moan as he kisses roughly down your throat, paying special attention to your pulse point. His talented hands trail up and down your waist, nimble hands rucking your blouse up from your skirt until he can finally touch your bare skin. Your moans as he traces patterns across your ribs are muffled in his kiss.

"Jake."

Your voice is breathy and high as you try to get his mouth back on yours. But when you look at his face, something is commanding in his gaze.

"Take your shirt off, baby. Let me see what you're wearing."

You tug your shirt off, thankful there aren't any buttons or ties to impede your progress. Jake’s groan at the sight of the lace covering your breasts sends goose bumps over your skin.

His voice is reverent as he walks around you.

"God, baby. You killed me this morning. Wearing that pretty little skirt and those high heels. I wanted to bend you over and fuck you until you were leaking my cum."

He stops before you, pressing his thumb between your parted lips. He dips it in until it's wet with your pooling saliva and drags it down your throat. His finger drags over the soft flesh of your breasts, leaving a cool, damp trail as he pays special attention to the peaks of your nipples. 

He continues walking, stopping at your back and dragging you in until your back is flush against his chest. He positions you with both hands until you're centered with the camera. He keeps up a filthy litany of praise as he carefully uses his thumbs to drag your bra cups down, sending your tits spilling free. His hands immediately find their way to fondle and caress them, calloused fingers kneading and squeezing until your hips are canting unconsciously, searching for additional stimulation. 

His smile is filthy when he finally pulls you away, intertwining your fingers with his and leading you to his plane.

"Put your hands on my plane, baby. And whatever you do, don't take them off."

You can't resist your soft moan as you do exactly what he says after unfastening your bra. You can't see his face, but you can feel his lips in the hollow behind your ear as he grinds his stiff cock against your ass. 

"Stay there, baby. Gonna take these trousers off so you don't get in trouble if we make a mess."

Your nipples are pebbled in the cool air as you wait for Jake to return to you. You can hear the clink of the belt buckle and the rustle of fabric as he drags the garment off before padding back to you. His hands trail teasingly over your sensitive skin as he brackets your waist. His thumbs rub soothingly at your waist as he peppers kisses across your bare shoulders. Jake then carefully drags the zip at the back of your skirt down and eases it off your hips.

It pools to the ground at your feet, and you shudder at the feeling of his hand on your ass as he collects it and sets it on a chair in your line of sight. He's gorgeous. You can see every line of his muscles and the bulge of his erect cock in his boxers. The only thing you're wearing now is your thong. He slides the flimsy lace off, and that's when you feel his breath across your hole.

"Oh, baby. You're so wet. Wet for your Lieutenant, huh?"

He blows a stream of air over you, and you can feel your hole clench at the sensations. 

"What do you want me to do to you, baby? How do you want to cum? On my tongue? On my fingers? On my cock? You gotta tell me, sweetheart."

Your voice is breathy as you babble, "All of them, Jake! I want your tongue, your fingers, and your cock. It's been so long since I came. Please!"

He kisses your shoulder before kneeling and burying his tongue between your thighs. Each brush has you practically sobbing with pleasure. It's been so long since you came that it's only a few minutes before his tongue brings you to the brink of your orgasm. You're already chanting his name, your moans echoing through the hangar.

"Cum," he growls, his mouth still sealed to your cunt, and you're only too happy to comply, your hands scrabbling for something to squeeze on as you ride out the waves of your orgasm on his tongue.

He pulls away after a few minutes and turns you around. His mouth is on you instantly, nipping at your breasts before he kisses you hard. You can feel how hard he is against your thigh as you sink to your knees and free him from the constricting fabric.

It's only fair that you return the favor. So you start with kitten licks flicking across the head of his cock. Each tender pass of your tongue has him moaning. It's not long before his hands find their way into your hair, holding the loose strands in a ponytail at the back of your head. You use the extra leverage to begin deep-throating him in earnest. You use as much suction and saliva as possible, moaning wantonly as he fucks your mouth. His pants and grunts send heat pooling into your cunt as he approaches his orgasm. But before you can convince him to come on your tongue, he jerks himself off over your tits, spurting his release over your skin in hot thick ribbons.

There is a feral look in his eyes at the sight of you like that on your knees, and Jake lopes over to your cameras, carefully grabbing one. He drapes his dog tags around your neck and carefully snaps pictures of the pearl necklace he'd given you. He lays the camera onto the chair before coming back to you.

"Do you still want me to fuck you?"

"Yes." Your consent is less words and more a cock-drunk mewl, but Jake interprets it correctly.

"Can you get on all fours for me?"

You're only too eager to comply, positioning yourself under his eager hands as he takes his spot against your ass.

"I don't have any condoms, baby. How do you want to do this?"

"I'm on the pill, Jake. Please, fuck me. Fuck me raw."

He groans before pressing himself inside you. The slow drag of his big cock as it presses into you has your pulse racing. Jake keeps the pace purposefully slow, using his hands at your hips to hold you still as he deliberately fucks into you. It's so good that each press has you screaming, and you've long since reached the cliff of your orgasm. But what Jake's giving you just isn't enough. That's when you start wiggling your hips to meet his thrusts.

The first heavy smack of his palm against your ass has you freezing completely, caught in the pain-pleasure-pain sensation his hand is wringing out of you. The second has you moaning, your pussy fluttering around his length. His groan is near musical as he continues to smack your ass. Each smack brings you closer to your orgasm, and you're practically begging for it now. You wail when he begins to fuck you again in earnest. His balls smack against the hot skin of your ass as you finally let yourself cum. 

Your orgasm is so strong and intense that you black out. When you come to, you're cradled against Jake's chest, his hand tracing lazily over your back. You're both still under his jet. You prop yourself up on his chest with shaking arms and groan at the sensation of cum dripping out of you. It’s several long moments before you rise carefully on wobbly legs. But the sight you see when standing has your cunt clenching in need again. Jake’s torso is now covered in droplets of the mixture of both of your cum. You grab your camera and take a picture of that too.

Jake grins as he collects the bundle of your clothes and follows behind you to the bathroom. You can’t help the gasp leaving your lips as you see yourself in the mirror. He’s marked up your decolletage, and now is when you can feel the painful sting in your ass. 

“God, baby. Let me take a picture of your ass? It looks beautiful. You can see my whole hand on it.”

You groan as he presses a kiss against the sore cheek before positioning you and taking the pic. All you can see is the globe of your ass, the handprint, and the cascade of your hair down your back.

“Are you sure you didn’t pick the wrong calling, Jake?  You could’ve been a fantastic photographer if you’d chosen to.”

“Oh, I’m sure, darlin’. I love flying too much to regret my decision. And flying brought me to you.”

You grin before beginning to clean yourself up. Jake can’t resist kissing you, and you can’t resist kissing him back, either. Before long, you’re all clean and dressed in your underwear, blouse, and skirt again. Jake even has your shoes and chivalrously kneels to slide them onto your feet. He’s back in his trousers, this time sans the leather jacket. You can’t resist trailing your fingers across his skin and wrapping your arms around his neck as you kiss him. But you have to break away from him. You only add to his current look by slinging his dog tags around his neck.

Back in the hangar, you’re packing up your cameras after ensuring your home movie is saved when the door to the hangar opens. It’s a security guard, and you’re glad he didn’t pop in earlier.

“Hello, miss. I just wanted to check in and make sure everything is alright.”

“Yes, everything is fine, officer. I just finished a photo shoot with my last client, and we’ll leave shortly.”

"Alright, miss. We have to restrict access to the hangar at 11 pm. It's about 9:30 now, so finish up and head on your way."

You can hear Jake opening the curtain to the changing room behind you and can see the Officer's position stiffen as he catches sight of the medals on his breast.

"Sir, apologies, I wasn't aware that the client she mentioned was military."

He's falling over himself, and you can see the smug smirk on Jake's face as he grins and walks the officer out. You can't help grinning as you finish packing your lenses and begin unplugging your laptop after saving all the footage you’d captured today. You know Jake is back when you feel an arm wrap around your waist. You lean easily back into his expensive-smelling embrace and can't resist sagging against him for a few moments.

"It's been a long day, huh, darlin'?" He presses a kiss against your jaw. "Let's get you packed up and home."

You smile at the new, softer side of him and kiss his jaw.

"I'm all packed up. Walk me to my car?"

"'Course, sugar. Give me your camera bag. D'you need to check on anything else before we head out?"

You pad over to all the electrical outlets, hitting the switches on power strips to ensure nothing is still on. The final place you check via phone flashlight is the area under Jake's jet. You're wearing all of your clothing. You just want to make sure you haven't made a mess with your extracurricular activities.

"I cleaned it all up already, baby. It was when you were knocked out after your orgasm." 

You startle, having grown used to his presence over the past few hours.

"Then let's head out?" 

You relinquish your camera bag to him, keeping your oversized tote on your shoulder as the two of you stride out of the hangar. You lead him to the small parking lot to the side and pop the trunk for your car, thankful you'd decided to drive to the airfield. 

"Let me give you a ride to your hotel. It's the least I can do after keeping you so late."

"Darlin', I should be thanking you. I haven't cum like that in a long time."

You've seen the man completely naked and writhed in pleasure at his touch. You shouldn't be so flustered in his presence. But you can't explain the catch in your breath as he opens the driver's side door for you before loping around to the passenger side and settling in. Everything between you and Jake doesn't feel like the aftermath of a hot frantic sexual encounter. It feels like a date.  You feel light and easy as you cruise back into the city. The silence between the two of you is comfortable. It’s not long before you drop him off in front of his hotel. He presses a kiss against your lips before swaggering in. And you head home to your small New York apartment, feeling the ghost of his presence as you go.

The next morning, you’re glad you chose to work from home because the first pictures you edit are the ones you’d taken of Jake and the ones he’d taken of you as well as your home movie. You can’t resist fingering yourself as your moans and his grunts spill out of your computer speakers. You don't have to do much editing there, but you carefully load the incriminating footage onto two flash drives — one for you and one for him. The photos for the Navy, too, are edited in no time flat. 

It's in the afternoon when you head into the studio. When you get in, you're surprised to see all the Daggers, your boss, your team, and two Admirals waiting for you. Your boss runs the show, introducing and greeting them before the floor is ceded to you. You show the assembled guests the pictures you'd taken for the Navy. 

The pictures are well received, especially the photos of Lieutenant Trace. You wink cheekily at her as Admirals Simpson and Mitchell praise the juxtaposition of those shots. As you show the last picture, you can finally breathe. Your boss is proud, especially as the Admirals turn to her and approve the pictures. But you have one final set of pictures to deliver.

"Lieutenant Seresin, apologies. I found this in my bag this morning. It was lying in the changing room when I looked through it to ensure everyone had taken their things. It must've fallen out of the pocket of your flight jacket."

His smirk is salacious as he accepts the flash drive from your hand, apologizing for leaving it there. You hand him a note, too, and leave the room. You would pay to see the look on his face when he sees what you’ve written on it.

Jake -  Thanks for last night. Call me the next time you're in New York. I'd love to do it again. It certainly was a photo finish. XXX - XXX - XXXX

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"You're ridiculous, I love it." Hanzo Hasashi x GN!Reader.

"I don't see the asks button so I would like to politely request for some goofy ahh Scorpion Hcs because I’m amazing 😘😘😘"

WHY DID NOBODY TELL ME MY REQUESTS WERE OFF?? I SWEAR I TURNED THEM ON. Anyways a lovely fic for my friend @krysphycookiez this is specifically MK11 Hanzo. I hope you enjoy this. This is a mix of romantic and goofy headcanons with a small oneshot. The reader and Hanzo are married cause I said so. -Chaos

Characters: Hanzo Hasashi/Scorpion

Triggers: None that I can think of? Lmk if anything should be tagged here. It's Mortal Kombat, you know what to expect ig?

Requested: Yes

🔓Requests are open at the moment🔓

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🔥Hanzo Hasashi, is known for his strong and complex personality. He's a very passionate man, but he's a little goofy when it's just you around.

🔥 Hanzo is fiercely loyal, and in a relationship, he would prioritize his partner's safety and well-being. He'd go to great lengths to protect them. He's seen things he doesn't want you to witness, it would break his heart honestly.

🔥Despite his combat prowess, Hanzo is a terrible cook. GOD AWFUL. His attempts at making a simple sandwich often lead to hilarious disasters in the kitchen. YOU'D THINK FOR BEING ABLE TO CONTROL FIRE HE'D BE PERFECT BUT NO. He's not allowed near ANY kitchens.

🔥 Y'know his friendship finisher? He has a hidden collection of cute plush toys, which he claims are "for training purposes only." He cuddles with them when no one is around. One time you walked in and he was in a huge pile of these plushies, to which you got dragged down into.

🔥Outside of his usual outfit I feel like he dresses like a homeless man 🧍‍♂️

🔥I feel would keep an air of mystery around him, making his partner curious about his past and his fire like abilities. He wouldn't want to involve you in the past even if he's still clinging to it.

🔥Despite this his fiery nature would translate into a passionate and intense love. He'd express his feelings with great emotion.

🔥YOU GET FLOWERS EVERY MONTH BUT SOMETIMES THE STEMS ARE A BIT BURNT.

🔥Despite his agility and combat skills, Hanzo is notoriously clumsy in his everyday life. He often trips over his own feet, slips on banana peels, and crashes into things when not in battle. Imagine you watched him fight someone with no problems, he turns to give you a kiss or something like that and he trips over nothing.

🔥Being serious for a moment, I feel like he will definitely train his partner. God forbid he's not around to defend you and something happens, he doesn't want history to repeat itself.

"My love what are you doing?"

The Earthrealm's warriors were used to the relentless training, the brutal battles, and the life-or-death scenarios. But there was one thing they couldn't quite wrap their heads around Hanzo's newfound obsession: cupcakes.

You were lounging in the living room of your shared home, scrolling through your tablet when you heard an unusual sound coming from the kitchen. Following the curious noise, you discovered your husband furiously whisking a bowl of batter, his mask hanging by his side as if it was just another day at the bakery he doesn't work at.

"What's going on here?" you asked, trying to stifle a laugh as you watched him struggle with a mixer.

Hanzo looked up, his fiery gaze locking onto you but he looked like a dear in headlights. "I have discovered the art of cupcakes," he declared, his voice as serious as ever.

You couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Honey, you're not allowed in the kitchen but you're making cupcakes?"

"Yes," he replied, determination in his eyes. "I was bored..." He mumbled as an excuse, but just the other day you and a friend were talking about wanting cupcakes.

Scorpion continued to wrestle with the mixer as you decided to step in. Gently taking the mixer from his hands with a soft chuckle. Together, you managed to create a lumpy cupcake batter that was a mix of all sorts of ingredients he had found in the kitchen. There were sweet and savory items like ketchup, chocolate chips, and even some mysterious spices. Did you know that? Absolutely not, is that for the better? You'll find out.

With a wink, you handed Hanzo a tray of cupcake liners. "Time to get these in the oven."

He nodded, but then his gaze fell upon the oven as he frowned. "How do I make it... bake with love?" he asked, looking genuinely puzzled. Causing you to giggle in amusement, causing him to break his confused mask he put up and laugh with you.

You smiled and set the oven to the right temperature. As you popped the tray into the oven. Hanzo stepped back, his memory flooding with flashbacks to the last time he used the oven.

A few minutes later, you were both treated to the smell of something that was part chocolate chip cookie, part ketchup-flavored cupcake wafting from the oven. You couldn't help but exchange a look and burst into laughter once again.

Your husband, however, couldn't go back to being serious, he was smiling like a child. "We shall call these 'Kombat Kupcakes,' a deadly delicacy," he announced with pride.

As you both sampled the cupcakes, your taste buds were assaulted by a strange combination of flavors. They weren't the best cupcakes, but there was no denying the effort Hanzo had put into making them.

And in that moment, you couldn't help but think, "You're ridiculous, Hanzo, but I love it."

As the two of you sat there, munching on the bizarre creations, you realized that even a fearsome fire bending ninja like Scorpion had a goofy and endearing side, one that you cherished above all else.

"You're still not allowed to use the kitchen."

"Oh come on I'm not a child!"

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[devilfic]

part six to this series. a break for some angst, dear reader?

miguel has trouble sleeping. the couches in his office aren't meant for sleeping on, and he can't make a comfortable bed of webs like the other spiders, but his chair is the "most comfortable fucking thing in the world" (and you could quote peter b. parker on that) and sometimes he props his feet up on his desk and lets himself doze for as long as his mind lets him. he rarely dreams, and when he does, it's of gabriella.

usually he sees glimpses of her—memories intertwined with wishes. places he took her, places he wanted to. he wakes up thinking of her with that missing tooth, even though that hadn't happened with him. it was in the pictures, what his other self left behind, and that was usually enough to sour his day.

he wakes up with a start, feels his mouth moving, feels some sound coming out of his mouth, and when he gathers his bearings he sees you on the other side of the room. you don't bother hiding that you're staring over your tablet. you at least allow him a minute to realize that sound had been gabriella's name. his whole body goes rigid. it's his instinct to take it out on you, "get out."

but of course, you don't listen. you go back to reading whatever it is that you've got in front of you, legs kicked up just like him, "I came to wake you."

"so you just sat there staring at me the whole time?"

"you looked peaceful," he expects to hear teasing in your voice but finds none, "lyla says you don't sleep."

"I sleep. I was just sleeping. didn't you see me sleeping? or are your eyes fucking broken?" he bites. he doesn't like that you're not teasing him. you sound serious. you sound concerned.

"do you want me to walk you out?"

"what? no."

but you're setting aside your tablet, standing slowly, walking over to the desk and waiting. you two probably stare at each other forever.

miguel had learned over the course of your time here that you had these bouts of sincerity he could never anticipate. one minute, you'd be laughing at his expense, and the next... you'd be this. patient and unmoving. like you cared about him. he wants to tell you off, make you go home or even fire you, but he stands up and follows you out.

the spider-society never actually closes. with spiders from all over the world, all over time, it was open to anyone anywhere. in the beginning stages, miguel had stayed here day and night and talked to every single spider personally. and then he went out and protected his city and the day started over again. he'd stretched himself thin and would still be doing so if it hadn't been for the mistakes. he could afford a lot on his part, but not someone else getting hurt. these naps at work were his only reprieve. well, until you.

miguel watches you greet spider-people through a hazy lens. he's not quite here with you, even though he feels you brush against his arm every time you stumble a little too close. he's thinking about gabriella again. he'd imagined her on his hip, astonished at the world he'd built, full of all the wonder he knew her to have as she saw what he was. and loved him. and accepted him.

you're outside, eventually. miguel usually takes himself home from here, but he can't get himself to abandon you just yet. you, too, don't leave his side, even as nueva york tries to entice you with its bright lights.

"I got you this," it's the first time miguel is noticing you're holding something at your side. had it been anyone else, he might have felt a chill at that realization, "the bakery closed an hour and a half ago. I got there just in time." there's a cupcake in your hand. it's encased in plastic, sure, but he can see the chocolate sponge and the blue whipped cream frosting on top, piped in the shape of a flower. it's exactly the same, down to the candy pearls and single white candle. his eyes well when he looks you in the eye and you're smiling, timid as you are. "she would have been 11 this year, right?"

and gabriella would have loved you.

it's been a... while. since he last cried. especially in front of someone else, someone living. it just comes out of him and he doesn't stop it. it feels awful and freeing, humiliating too. you're standing out on the street and he's crying real bad. lyla must've told you, or maybe you saw it on your own (you knew his schedule, you knew where he was at every waking moment). he'd meant to go, like he always did, because it was one of the first little things he'd learned about her: how she liked those cupcakes from up the street, with the whipped cream and candy pearls. it was the one thing he could do now to give his little girl life again.

but he'd spread himself thin and thought maybe, maybe just a quick rest and then he'd go. he'd missed it, but you hadn't.

he doesn't have the strength to reject your hug. he tells himself, as he locks an arm behind your head and the other about your waist, that it would be too much effort. he just needed to rest.

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Last resort | Leslie Shay

Pairing: Leslie Shay x Firefighter!Reader Reader pronouns used: she/her Summary: Chief Boden orders everyone to evacuate the building, will you follow his orders when you hear a baby crying? Masterlist | Chicago Fire masterlist | Words: 2.1K

It had been a quiet day at 51, you were playing cards with the rest of squad 3 when the alarms went off, signaling all units to move to an apartment fire. You jumped up and ran to the truck, kicking your shoes off and stepping into your boots. You pulled the pants up, the suspenders over your shoulders, and hopped in your seat. Squad was the first to pull out of the firehouse. Severide taps away on his tablet, “Okay, squad, listen up. The fire is fully evolved. We’ll be the first company on scene, let’s work quickly. When we’re on scene we have to move fast. Let’s wait on Bodens orders, y/l/n you’re with Cruz, Tony with Capp, and Mills you’re with me. Do you copy?” You all let him know that you copy him and mentally prepare for the call you’re about to have.

When you arrive at the scene you can immediately tell that it’s bad. “Alright, people, let’s go to work.” Boden says over the radio. “Truck 81,  primary search on the first floor, Squad 3 you take the second and third. Engine, I want a line on the first floor and raise the aerial in case it’s needed. Ambulance 61, set up triage. Let’s go, people.” You look to Kelly to hear which floor you have to go to. “Cruz, y/l/n, second floor. The rest with me to the third.”

Once arrived on the second floor, you and Cruz go door to door. The fire has already reached this floor too, so you have to kick in all the doors to check for people that might’ve passed out from the smoke. Cruz takes the north wall and you take the south of the massive hallway. You kick in another door and yell, “Fire department, call out.” Into the room. You hear a man call out, “Over here.” They hid in the bathroom. You help them stand up and walk them back to the stairwell. They seemed to be doing fine, so you urged them to walk down by themselves, making sure to tell them to get checked out at triage. When you walk back you see Cruz helped an elderly woman to the stairs as well. “Need a hand?” You ask. He shakes his hand, “No, keep going, I’ve got this one.” So, you do, door after door, you search the room. A lot of the apartments are empty already, people that weren’t home or that walked downstairs at the first sign of something wrong, you were glad there weren’t a lot of people because the smoke started to get thicker and the flames bigger. Cruz was already back kicking in doors as well, when you heard Boden’s voice over the radio. “Attention all units, five more minutes and then I want everybody out.” You look over at the many doors you have yet to check and speed up your pace. 

It hadn’t even been five minutes yet when the next order came over the radio. “Attention all units, I’m calling it. Everybody out!” You hate leaving all these rooms unchecked, but you knew that Boden was right, the fire was strong. You followed Cruz towards the stairs when you heard a faint cry that stopped you in your tracks. When you heard it again, it sounded like a little kid. You had to make a decision, follow orders, or try to save the child. Against your better judgment you turn around and take off in the direction of the cries, leaving Cruz behind. The crying gets louder the further that you walk down the hallway, meaning that you are getting closer.

Cruz walks out the door and takes his mask off to take a deep breath. He sees the rest of 51  standing behind Boden, all looking in his direction. Boden is quick to speak up, “Cruz, where is y/l/n?” Cruz looks around thinking you were right behind him this whole time. “She was right behind me.” He says in disbelief, already putting his mask back on. “Cruz, stand down. I can’t let anyone back in.” He reaches for his radio. “Y/l/n, report. I want you out of this building, right now.” You hear his request on the radio, but ignore it as you’re kicking in the door that you hear the crying coming from. The fire has already made it through the ceiling of the living room, you crouch down making your way over to the crying. When you reach an open bedroom door you find the crying baby. He was lying in the arms of a woman laying on the floor. You quickly check for a pulse, you’re relieved when you feel a regular heartbeat, she must have passed out from all the smoke that was filling the room. “Y/l/n, report.” You hear over the radio again, worry now present in his voice. You don’t have time to respond as you hear a voice coming from underneath the bed. “Is mommy okay?” You look under and find a girl who can’t be more than three years old. Your heart sinks, how were you going to get all three of them out, with the fire getting stronger and stronger. Setting aside your worries, you pull her out from under the bed. “Mommy is okay, the smoke just made her really sleepy, that’s all.” You take the young girl by the hand and pick up the baby, to move them to the bathroom where you’d all have some more room to breathe. “I’m going to get your mommy now. I will be right back, I promise.” You sit down next to the mom, feeling her pulse once again. Still a steady heartbeat. You reach for your radio. “Chief.” You take a deep breath before speaking again. “Chief, is Leslie with you?” Chief Boden ushers Shay closer. “She’s standing next to me. What's going on?” Shay shares a worried look with him. “Leslie, baby, are you there?” You hear her respond with a shaky voice. “Yes, the line is open, you’re scaring me, what’s going on?” - “I love you so much, but I have to try. I just wanted to let you know that I love you, in case I..” She interrupts you, “Don’t say it, you come back to me okay. I love you, please come back to me.” It breaks your heart to hear her like this. “I’ll try my best, I promise.”

You grab the bedsheet and drag the mom towards the bathroom where you left the kids. Once inside you take off your mask. The little girl is crying, you take off your glove and wipe away the tears. “I know it’s scary, but I’m here to help. My name is y/n, what about you?” Between sobs she tells you that her name is Mila. “Okay, Mila, let’s get you all out of here.” You take off your oxygen tank and your coat, before you turn the water on in the bath, drowning the bedsheets. “Mila, honey, come here. I’m going to wrap this around you, okay? And then I want you to climb on my back.” The girl nods. You were trying to create some sort of carrier with the sheet that would hold both Mila and her little brother, so that your hands were free for their mom.” Once you had Mila attached to your back, you picked up the baby and wrapped him to your front. “I’m going to put my coat back over you okay, I want you to be very still and hold on to me, okay honey?” You button up the coat so that both the kids are safe from the fire. With the remaining part of the bedding you wrap up the mom’s body, making sure that she has some kind of protection from the flames before you pick her up and take one last breath of oxygen from your mask, since you had to leave it behind. 

The fire had spread through more parts of the apartment, but there was no going back now. You went around as much fire as possible and jumped through the ones you couldn’t go around. To your surprise you made it to the stairs. You hold the mom close as you decent, quick but careful. The smoke was really starting to get to you, but you couldn’t stop, you made a promise to Mila and you intend on keeping it. 

Outside the team was watching the building, hoping and praying that you would walk out of the door. They didn’t believe their eyes when they saw you exit the building, everyone running your way. Kelly takes the woman out of your arms and lays her down on the stretcher from one of the paramedics. You fall to your knees from coughing so much. Leslie sits down with you trying to calm down your breathing, while Cruz tries to help you up, but you push him off. Between coughs you manage to say, “The kids.” - “We can’t go back in, y/l/n. It’s too dangerous.” You shake your head and open your coat, revealing the improvised baby carrier. You shake off your coat to reveal a second child. Once your teammates take the kids from you to get checked out. Dawson is by your side with an oxygen mask, you eagerly put it over your face and take some deep breaths. “You scared me so much, please never do that again.” Leslie says hugging you tight. 

Chief Boden steps your way. “You did good, y/l/n.” He says. “Get yourself checked out at the hospital, you took in a lot of smoke.” You nod in agreement. Dawson steps up to Boden, “Can Shay and I take her? I know Shay won’t want to leave her side right now.” Boden agrees to let them take you and will let dispatch know that ambulance 61 is out of order for the time being. 

The doctors do some tests, they all go well and you are cleared to start duty right away. Dawson drives the ambulance back to the firehouse where your teammates gather as soon as they hear you pull up. You step out of the back with Leslie, as soon as they see you they’re all relieved to see you’re doing so well. “I’m all good, don’t worry guys.” You walk up to the Chief. “I got cleared for duty, Sir. I did have to leave some of my gear behind, though.” Boden nods, “We’ve got some spare tanks and masks, don’t worry about it. Glad to have you back.” Once Boden walks away you turn your attention back to the team, they all give you a hug or pat on the back. Luckily the rest of the day was slow, just a couple small calls, so you were able to catch your breath a bit more. 

After a night of uninterrupted sleep, you join the team for breakfast. Mills cooked, and it was delicious as always. Boden ordered an inventory check on all the vehicles, so that’s where you headed next. You were crouched down checking equipment when you heard people walking outside. “Mommy, I see her!” You turn around at the familiar voice. Mila comes running up to you and jumps into your arms. “Hi Mila.” You hug her tight, seeing them here meant so much. Since another ambulance company treated them, you didn’t know how they were doing. Mila lets go after a while remembering something. “We made you cookies.” You smile at the little girl, you had only seen her scared on the scene, which made seeing her so cheerful now even more happy. She pulls you over to her mom who was talking with Leslie and Chief Boden. “Hi, I’m y/n, nice to meet you.” You say extending your hand. Instead of shaking your hand she goes in for a hug. “I’m sorry.” She says while stepping back. “Shaking your hand didn’t seem enough, you saved my life.” She looks down at her kids and adds, “Their lives. I owe you everything.” You smile at her, “No need to apologize, and of course, I was just doing my job.” The woman shakes her head, “Everyone that I have talked to has said that you went above and beyond for us. So, thank you. Thank you so much.” Hearing back from the people that you saved was so special. Knowing that you’re the reason they are able to stand right in front of you. “Do you have some time to stick around? I would love to show Mila the trucks, if she’d like.” Mila was already nodding her head enthusiastically, “Please, Mommy.” 

Your girlfriend was watching you in awe as you posed for pictures with Mila on your lap behind the steering wheel of the Squad truck. While Chief Boden was proudly watching you interact with the family that you saved. 

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Since you’re taking requests…

Bakugou x reader in an MCU universe where Bakugou is an avenger and reader who has a very Shuri-esque character and lives in Wakanda??

I can just imagine him falling in love after he gets really injured and is forced to rehabilitate in Wakanda and reader has to heal him and is just like

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Have a great day!!

YAAAY finally a request so hype to do this for my little angry Pomeranian <3 I hope this did the request justice give me some feedback for sure i wasnt sure how long to make it

Bakugou was heaving as he launched himself past falling rubble trying to keep up with the enemy infront of him. He was tired, he was bleeding and he didn't know how much longer he could keep it up. He could see a stream of green above him as Deku joined the chase. His body was on fire from the use of his quirk but it was so close to being over. He was looking forward to laying down and being left alone for a couple days.

His focus was shattered as the screaming of Deku. "KACCHAN STOP!" Katsuki's head hit smacked into the concrete and everything went black before he could even register the attack.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Katsuki blinked slowly as his vision tried to focus on the lights and shapes around him. His limbs felt like they weighed ten times the amount they should as he struggled to register the current world around him.

"Ah! He lives!" A celebratory laugh and the sound of footsteps advanced on him. A soft hand pushed him back down. He struggled against it but his body felt no energy to fight back as his eyes focused on the person above him.

"Ah ah. Stay down. Not done yet." You looked down at him, a smirk on your face. Katsuki wanted nothing more than to tell this woman to go away, to stop bothering him but he was so tired and so weak that he just watched as you moved around him looking at a tablet in your hands.

"Vitals look good, blood pressure seems to be rising but I have heard you got quite the temper dont'cha?" You laughed as the sound of you tapping the screen filled the silence. "You're healing - but slowly which concerns me. It's too slow for someone like you and nothing I did helped. I dunno what you got hit with but boy they did a number on you."

Katsuki's eyes followed you as you walked behind a console and focused on whatever it was in front of you. He was able to finally at last force himself up, swallowing the wince as he went. In front of him a hologram of a skeleton illuminated. Certain bones and areas were highlighted red.

"See here, your ribs got hit hard, a few broken. Clean break luckily. Abrasions, bruising, a few cuts and gashes. Things are just not healing quickly. It's not a poison. It's something else." You looked over at him as he placed his feet on the ground. His face scrunched in pain but he didn't say anything.

You rolled your eyes, a soft chuckle leaving you.

"Eh? What's so funny?" If looks could kill those red eyes of his would throw real daggers at you. You shook your head and held up your hands in defense. "Nothing. You are just as stubborn as they say."

Doors opened and Izuku walked in. "Oh Kacchan! You're up. Shouldn't you be resting?"

'Tch. Shut up." Katsuki started to walk out the doors but Midoriya stopped him. "Where are you going?"

Katsuki just glared. "Home? Where else?"

You laughed. "Home? You are a little far from home my friend."

Large metal shutters started to open on the opposite side of the room revealing a vibrant and lush landscape. "Welcome to Wakanda Katsuki." Your smile was wide as you stared out in awe of your homeland.

Katsuki felt his attitude towards you soften from the way you looked out at the world with awe. Even the bubbly personality you had in light of his rudeness, the sarcastic and teasing tone that went with it.

"Anyway, let me show you to your room.

Izuku had bid his farewells and katsuki followed you just down the hall from the lab to the next set of doors into a tasteful apartment. "You can stay in here, close to the lab so I can keep an eye on you. I'll have you in the lab daily to check on ya and figure out what is the causing of this lack of healing but get some rest for now. You're gonna need it." You smiled and left the room.

Once it was clear you were gone Bakuguo made it to the bedroom before laying down and groaning against the pain he was trying to hold in.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"Rise and shine fire boy!" Your voice rang out as you threw open the large curtains in the bedroom.

Katsuki groaned, covering his head with a pillow. "Buzz off."

"We have things to do, c'mon. Meet me in the lab." You tauntingly patted the pillow over his face and walked out. In the moment Katsuki was thankful for the pillow in the moment because it covered the smile that forced it's way on to his face.

He slowly but eventually made his way into lab. You hovered over a table with something half melted on it. The closer he got he realized it was his grenadier bracers. "Hey! Don't touch those!" His temper rose as tried to move towards you threateningly but the pain that spiked from his ribs cut his rampage short.

You looked up at him with a smile. He hated how it smoothed the rage over. "Relax, relax. I cannot break it more than it already is. I simply want to make them better. It's interesting technology but - mine - is better." You strutted back to the console from the previous day. "Lay down. I want to take another scan."

Katsuki glared at you. You huffed putting your hands on your hips. "What's the problem?" He didn't like people bossing him around, telling him what to do but he did like the ay you were matching his attitude. Everyone usually got mad at him, told him he was rude or stubborn and to get over it but so far you had not expressed a single complaint about him. You just shot back whatever he dished out and, he liked it.

He smirked. "Nuthin'." and laid back down on the table. He watched you as you focused. He noticed the way you were biting the inside of your cheek as you focused. It was cute.

"Hm, well. Whatever it was has worn off. Damn. You seem to be healing properly now. The medication I gave you seems to have finally mended the bones. I wanna check something else though." You walked up to the side of the weird platform he laid on. "Lift up your shirt."

His eyes went wide. "What?! No." You rolled your eyes and laughed. "I need to see the bruising and I need to check under the bandages. Relax, Kats."

He felt the tension slip away at the nickname you used. He internally scolded himself but reluctantly lifted his shirt above the bandages. You examined intently, placing a couple fingers along the bruises and pressing. His skin prickled at your touch. "Oh, sorry, hands are probably cold." You pulled away, rubbing your hands together quickly to warm them up. Except that wasn't why his skin got goose bumps. It was just your touch - soft and delicate. You pulled at the bandage revealing what would have been a wound. "Ah. Healed. Nice." You pulled away completely and walked to the console again. He pulled his shirt down and slowly sat up. "Well I'd say you will be healed completely and back to full strength in a matter of days. However, I would like to take a look at your suit maybe make a few adjustments."

"Sure, whatever." He slouched where he sat, looking out the large windows that were now uncovered. "I could show you around if you like? Wakanda has a lot to offer." Katsuki shrugged, pretending to feign disinterest but in reality he wouldn't mind spending more time with you.

He had followed you out of the lab. He responded in grunts and huffs as you led him around but your mood never changed. He liked it when you smiled at him when it came to rooms you really enjoyed such as the large conservatory filled with lush plants.

Eventually you came to a stop. "Well, that's most of it. I can take you back to your room if you want. You should rest some more."

He scoffed, his hands in his pockets and he side eyed you. "I'm fine."

You smirked. "SO does that mean you want to continue?"

He shrugged again, feeling a heat come to his face. "Sure, whatever. I don't care." You hummed at him. "Right."

So, you continued day after day. He followed you around the grounds, through fields and forests. As time went on he slowly spoke more. You teased each other, bantering in a way he was unable to do with anyone up until this point. People took him too serious, took his jokes or insults too serious but you didn't. You kept up with him and sometimes even left him without comebacks.

It was one day that finally got him, he couldn't take the feelings that were bubbling up inside him. It was the way you stood over his bracers, nimble fingers toying with them, the way your eyebrows furrowed as you tested it and it didn't work out as planned. Katsuki didn't even realize he was staring.

"I know you are there Kats. I don't bite.... usually." You sing song voice echoed out as you winked at him over your shoulder. He felt the heat that rushed to his face, but scoffed instead trying to hide the smirk that threatened his stoic face.

"What'cha doin' anyway?" He stepped up beside you, his skin brushing yours. He hated the way he wanted to just get closer. "I just uh-" You stopped short, needing to concentrate. Katsuki smiled down at you but felt the need to cover it. "Well? What is it?"

You glared at him for his impatience, his scowl quickly dissipating into wide eyes as they flicked from your own to your lips and back up. He wet his lips in response. A soft smirk formed your lips. "Don't worry, not gonna break anythin'."

He hummed at you, watching you rewire and rework the bracers. "How's your injuries feeling anyway hm?" You didn't look to him as you spoke but his eyes never left your form. "Oh, uh..." Truthfully he felt fine now but he knew once he was better he would have to leave Wakanda, leave you. "Still sore and uh painful, yeah, hurts." He tried to speak with conviction even going so far as to hold onto his rib as if it ached.

You side eyed him and held back the smile that played at your lips. "Well I guess you'll just have to stay longer then won't you? I can't send you away when you are still in so much pain. Right Kats?" The sarcasm that laced your voice was playful but it went over his head. "Yeah, yeah, painful and sore. Right." He nodded his head long trying to convey seriousness.

You poked him right in the rib where the injury had been but he didn't even react. "Looks painful you're right." You tilted your head as you looked up at him. His brows furrowed in confusion for a moment before his brain fog of just thinking about you touching him cleared and he realized what was actually happening. "That hurt."

You smirked at him. "I'm sure it did. I guess you really will have to stay. Hope that's not a problem."

He licked his lips, staring at your own again. "Hmm, ya i guess I'll have to make it work somehow."

He'd make it work. He didn't care if it took another injury. Getting closer to you was the only thing on his mind right now.

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“By the Shore” Pt.1

| 01.05.2023 | 2.5K | Mature |

Octavinelle X Fem!Reader

| Dark Content | Yandere | Imprisonment | Blood | Murder | Drowning | Violence | Sexual Themes | Ocean | Gore | Etc. | Proceed w/ Caution, Dearest |

“It’s dangerous in the ocean, you don't know what lurks in the deep, angel.”

You awoke in the dark, shivering and shaking. Your hands slid across the cold, watery floor, and your legs ached and throbbed as your mind searched for several solutions for where you were. Who you are? Why you’re in pain? It smells old and moldy, repulsive to your nostrils as your dried tongue licks your lips. Spitting out dried flakes that stick to your tongue. It’s gross.

You drag your lower body across the floor, scrunching your nose and biting back vile as your hands or body made contact with anything that didn’t seem like it should be there.

Your thighs and lower legs scraped against the stone floor, it felt like several pins and needles had been stuck into your flesh and that someone had peeled your flesh. A strangled sob leaves your dried lips. Sweat stuck to your skin, as dirt and grime dirtied your clothing. You inhaled dust and coughed. It hurts. It hurts so much.

As if someone had taken a knife and ran it along your legs, and did a horrible job trying to stitch the cuts. Your body involuntarily twitches and your eyes burn. A strangled whine for help flies for your help. You feel pathetic. Snot drips from your nose as salted tears mix with the blood from your splitting lips and dirt from the floor. Another dry, desperate plea for help.

And it comes.

Heavy and panicked steps come closer as you wail. The door is fought against, and the sound of large amounts of paper ripping, before being thrown open. Its build rattling as it shakes on its foundation. White light momentarily blinds you, squinting your eyes, before slowly opening them. A man, well-dressed, looks panicked. Horror written on his features. He takes a step back at the smell covering his nose. “You’re awake…” He lets out a scant breath of air, shaking his head, rushing to your side, and helping you, a pained cry falling from your lips. He wraps an arm around you, unable to pick you up.

“Forgive me…” His voice is an icy whisper, as he nearly drags you across the floor and up to what is a rather cool living room. Your dirty hands cling to the man, pulling at his white button-up shirt with muffled cries of pain. It felt like someone doused your legs in gasoline and lit them on fire. “It’ll be alright. It’ll be okay.” He grimaces at the mess that follows you from your ‘prison’, yet he lays you across the leather couch, brushing dirt from your face, a nervous, forced smile across his lips.

Pain-filled mumbles and incoherent words of distress tumble from your lips, repeating ‘it hurts’ over and over. You squeeze your eyes shut, turning and twisting your head, your hands gripping your skull at a forming headache.

“... I’m so sorry…” The man sounds genuine, rushing and searching around the light purple and black-themed living room. He moves beside you once again, gripping and messily undoing the thick bandages and slowly lifting your leg, earning a screech of pain. He bandages your leg messily but tight, sending an occasional look your way. The tightness helps. Which seems to ease the rushing beating of your heart.

Your eyes slowly open, glancing with half-lidded eyes. Taking over his form, he has wavy, disheveled, and asymmetrical light silver hair-blueish air with silver-bluish eyes, with gray rectangular, half-rim glasses. With a black beauty mark on his lower lips on the right.

He’s pretty. You hiss as he bandages your next leg, the pain slowly lessening to a dull ache. You turn your head away with a groan. Your weary gaze landing on the beautiful blue aquarium. Fish of different types swim along the glass.

“Here. Some pain medication and water. This should help with the pain.”

The man had gotten up silently. As you turned to him, he placed two white tablets in your mouth and a glass cup of water. You thank him, your voice dry and scratchy, which makes you wince as you down the medicine and water. Your constricting throat seems to relax, allowing you to breathe easier. He seems to smile, taking a seat near your bandage legs, careful to not touch them.

You hold the empty glass out to him, closing your eyes and letting out a tired sigh. Silence takes over the living room, with the occasional sound of the aquarium, the fish swimming, and the faint sound of the wind. You slowly open your eyes. The man hasn’t moved, but his gaze is on something in his hands.

He seems to sense your gaze and looks at you. Shaking the small object with a screen in his hand, he gives a small grin. “A phone.”

Phone. You haven’t seen one before, at least not one that small. He gently grabs your hand, puts the phone in your palm, and says something about dinner. He leaves you alone in the living room, your eyes on the front screen. He has several icons, with a dark background that looks like several tentacles. You swipe around the phone until you find an icon of a picture. It takes you to a list of several photos, each with dates.

You go through each, most of them are business papers. You wonder the date — “Aah!” You jump as a loud crash comes from the kitchen, followed by an embarrassed ‘sorry’. Your gaze moves to the doorway of the kitchen. The man peeks his head out, the apple of his cheeks pink, with wobbly lips. You send a small smile back before looking at your legs, silently glaring at them. You couldn’t go see what he was doing even if you wanted.

You turn back to the phone screen, exiting the photos, on a mission to find the date. You swipe around some more, bringing down a bar on the screen. November 17th?

“So, I hope this is okay. I’m not the best with the stove.” The man walks in, holding a small plate, before setting it on your lap. It was a sandwich, a cold one. You laugh and the man’s lips quiver before letting out a puff of laughter.

“You seem in better spirits… I’m glad…” his smile falters, his gaze moving down to your legs, “do you remember what happened?” You take a bite of your sandwich. It’s cold and plain on your tongue. It’s a ham sandwich.

You wrack your mind from memories before shaking your head slowly. His frown deepens. “You drowned, said to be dead… but you’ve—” his gaze travels out the window, yours following. It’s pitch-black and you can see the black outline waves underneath the moon. It comes to you as a hazy memory.

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Your brother drowned.

It was early morning, with full clouds of white and gray, the sky unseeable. The opaque gray-blue waters, turbulent and forceful, slammed against the seashore. It’s freezing as you hug yourself, your coat providing little warmth, staring out at the sea. The soiled white bedsheet caught on a jagged black rock, fluttering aggressively in the air. Your stomach sinks.

Your gaze searches the horizon as the wind pushes you, shoves you closer to the monstrous ocean. Your brother is gone. That is the conclusion you come to. The bedsheet that he had come out to hang was now torn, covered in sand. Soaked in red. The clothing basket, full and untouched, the clothing line empty.

You’re sure he was swallowed by the sea.

You’re sure of it, yet you can’t move. You should tell your mother and father, you should tell them that your 12-year-old brother is dead. Yet you can’t as your gaze lands on a body, front side down. Without thinking, you’re moving. Rushing into the water, kicking off your flats, and releasing your jacket into the wind as you stumble into the freezing waters.

The saltwater splashes on your face and tongue as your voice is swallowed by the wind. He’s dead, yet you still cry his name. Clumsily swimming out to grab his body. Begging for him to be alive. Screaming and crying, beseeching, bargaining. The waves throw you around carelessly, forcing your head under, and for a moment you see a golden eye. A scream erupts from your lips and you swallow water. You break the surface gasping, kicking your legs, and clutching the body of your brother. You can see the house, like a beacon of safety, you can see it.

A hard grip pulls you under, your embrace of your brother loosening as you fight, feeling something wrapped around your legs, crushing—bruising. You kick and choke on water, a fight you’re losing. You’re drowning as you look down and see only an outline from the darkness. “A deal”, its voice resounding and terrifying. Its grip around your legs tightens, pulling you further from the surface. You panic, yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.

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Your body erupts into a barrage of coughs, knocking the plate off your lap as you choke. The plate shatters, momentarily shocking the man before he’s patting your back with a small frown. “House. Home. My family. Where are they?” You gasp in between coughs and gags, peering at the man with glossy eyes.

“... they… they left months ago… with their son… they sold me the house…”

“No... No… They… my brother died… I didn’t—months?” His face morphs into one of confusion, his stiff hands moving to grip yours. “Your mother and father sold the house to me five months ago. They couldn’t deal with the loss of their daughter so moved.” He pushes up his glasses and swallows thickly, shaking his head.

“All the town knew, and I—I had my suspensions with how quickly they moved on… but to see you trapped and barely surviving… I—it’s a miracle…”

You didn’t. You know you didn’t… You push away from the man, the stranger that changed your house. Falling onto the floor, your legs useless but numb, the porcelain part cutting your palm, but it doesn’t matter, your struggle to drag yourself to the door where this whole nightmare began. The man follows, doesn’t attempt to help you, but pities you. The door was covered in white wallpaper, the door hidden, now ripped from when the man found you. “They hid you in the pantry.” He flips the light on.

No. His voice is sad, as you peer into the nasty, dirty pantry. There busted open cans of food, rotten, their molded juices spilled on the floor. With a palate of old torn clothing, it smells hideous. The man’s nose scrunches. “I’m sorry.” No. They wouldn’t hide you away? You wouldn’t have resorted to eating cans of food, surviving like a rat. No. no. no. you break down into ugly sobs, dragging yourself from the door.

You didn’t.

They wouldn’t.

They loved you.

You shake your head as you cry. “Do you wish to clean yourself—I’ll have this pantry cleaned too? And the police—” you cut him off with a shrill ‘no’, wiping blood across your face, mixing it with snot and tears. He ignores you, moving to your side and helping you, even as you struggle against him, he helps you to the bathroom, nearly dropping you in the tub as he trips over your feet.

You continue to sob as he turns on the water and plugs the tub, turning his gaze away as he pulls at the dirty fabric of your dirty dress, leaving your underclothing on. The water is hot on your skin, it burns, yet you don’t care. Your family left you, but your brother’s alive. Time doesn’t seem real, as someone new enters. Someone you don’t know, you hear speaking in the hall.

This man is different. He’s extremely tall, with a neutral smile, like a business smile. He’s dressed in a pastel teal button-up and black slacks. Perfectly ironed and buttoned. His hair is an odd color, teal with a dark black stripe down the right side of his face. He has heterochromia eyes, his right eye, yellow, and his left eye, a light brown.

“The water is burning your skin.” His voice is pleasant. As he turns the water dial down, it’s cold but helps cool the water. “May I?” You barely respond as he removes your undergarments, choosing to cut them and toss them with your dirty dress. “Who are you?” Your voice is an exhausted mutter, rolling your head to the side as your stare. You aren’t even sure of the other man’s name.

“Jade and you, Miss?”

“... [Name]...” At least you think it is. It sounds right. Though you aren’t sure what to think. “That’s a beautiful name.” His words are polite and precise, as he helps you wash. Slowly running a rag over your face, careful not to hurt you. You don’t fight back, though you’re sure you’d lose. Especially with your useless legs. You roll your head to the side, letting Jade scrub your back, your arms, undoing the bandages on your legs and gently washing them. They don’t hurt. He even washes your hair. He doesn’t have to help you.

“... thank you…” Your voice is quiet and small and Jade leans his head down, just enough where you can catch his shark tooth smile. “My pleasure.” A loud crash, then the sound of rushing water is heard from the living room that has you flinching as the man with glasses shouts.

“Floyd!”

Jade seems to sigh as a door slams shut, and then silence. The silence lasts a second before the man knocks on the door, holding towels, but is soaking. “Aren’t you glad you installed an extra layer?” Jade asks, his voice with a hint of amusement and humor. The man sighs, wiping the water droplets from his glasses.

“It seems to have only made him more upset. Towels. For you, [Name]. Her clothes are upstairs. I’ll be back by morning to make sure Floyd actually does what he needs to.”

“It’s a little unfair that he can’t meet Miss. [Name] tonight, isn’t it?” The man crosses his arms, sending a pointed glare that Jade ignores with a small grin. He doesn’t answer, closing the door with an ununderstandable mumble. The rest of the night goes by like a blur. With the man with glasses, Azul, Jade, told you his name, gone, and Jade rinsed you off, re-wrapping your legs and covering you in a towel, before carrying you upstairs. The bed you sleep in is huge and the old room of your parents, but heavily remodeled, the only real reminder is the locked attic door on the ceiling. Jade bids you a ‘goodnight’, as he leaves you to get dressed in a lavender nightgown, saying he’d simply be downstairs if you needed him.

You’re sure you won’t, but thank him nonetheless, falling into a dreamless sleep.

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[mymainwastoocluttered]

Chairs and Spots (Vil/Chubby!Reader/Idia)

Another low effort fun thingy. Vil and Idia are always ready to burn stuff for the sake of (Y/N)'s happiness.

NOTE: I only write for female reader but everyone is welcome to read it!

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Idia Shroud is burning a gamer chair in the middle of the woods.

Vil never thought he’d ever put those words together to make a sentence, but here he is, guided by his forever cheerful Vice Housewarden after he asked the man where one of his crushes is to deliver some papers for the Headmage. And here is Idia, looking angrier than Vil has ever seen, the usual grumpy expression twisted into pure rage as his hair flickers an insistent red, so insistent that if he tells Vil he started the fire with his hair, the Housewarden of Pomefiore would absolutely believe him.

Idia looks really good when genuinely angry, the blonde won’t even pretend to deny how attracted to the guy he feels.

That doesn’t change the fact that he’s burning a gamer chair in the middle of the woods.

“Shroud, what in the name of the Fair Queen are you doing?”

“... Mr. Schoenheit,” comes the reply, his usually whispery voice now much stronger and even a bit husky. “I’m burning a chair.”

“I gathered that, yes, I’m wondering why you’re burning a chair in the middle of the woods,” Vil ignores the chill that runs down his spine at the other’s voice.

“... the wheel popped off when my girlfriend sat on it, and it made her cry over her weight,” Idia seems to get even angrier, almost spitting out fire as he points his magic pen to the chair again. “That is unacceptable!”

Right, Idia’s girlfriend. Vil’s other crush. The sweet girl from another world, the one everyone affectionately calls “Prefect”, the always kind and reliable Housewarden of Ramshackle. The sweetest girl with an unfair insecurity over her weight, who tries to hide and belittles her own person because of her appearance, unable to see how beautiful her plump cheeks are, and how gorgeous her thick thighs are, and how breathtaking her large hips are, and how otherworldly how her round tummy is.

Vil hates that he can see the scene so well: the girl sitting on the chair with her always so cheerful smile, only for it all to halt as the sound of something bringing trouble. She looks down and the offending wheel greets her mockingly. (Y/N) then quickly gets up and apologizes frantically despite the Shroud brothers’ best efforts to stop her from spiraling.

The brothers probably had to spend at least one hour to get her to forget it, and Ortho is most likely trying to keep her distracted right now while Idia deals with the chair.

“Step aside, Shroud,” Vil clicks his tongue, bringing out his own pen. “I will help you.”

To think their first outing—in person—after figuring out his feelings for Idia would be the two burning an offending piece of furniture for making the sweetest woman in the world cry. And they bond over it too, the fire far too cathartic to stop their huffs and grumbles—yes, Vil allows himself to grumble like that little apple. Their grumbles eventually evolve into plans, and just as the fire goes out with a dying whisper, they stand, shoulder on shoulder, scrolling through chair listings on Idia’s tablet. Rook hiding on some tree branch, no doubt.

A day after that incident, they’re both in the Ignihyde Housewarden room, watching with pleased smiles as (Y/N) sits on the new chair, giggling as she spins once or twice.

“Oh, boys, this is incredible! So comfy and pretty!”

“V-Vil helped pick it,” Idia tells her, the tips of his hair a very charming pink to match his cheeks, his grin far softer than his teeth.

“Of course, your knowledge on functionality gave me the perfect foundation to build on.”

Idia directs his soft grin to Vil and the blonde has to fight back a blush of his own, delighted by the atmosphere between them. Finding a chair together has been a fulfilling experience, not only as someone with a crush, but someone who appreciates learning. Idia’s knowledge on the mechanics of pretty much everything played off Vil’s knowledge about aesthetic and wellbeing beautifully. Makes him wonder what else they could do if they worked together more. 

“Thank you so much, you two!” (Y/N) hops off the chair, skipping her way to them.

Before they can say anything, she hugs both of them, pressing a kiss to their cheeks. Vil’s heart speeds up at the feeling of her soft lips on his cheek, and Idia’s hair gives him away. (Y/N) gives them a last squeeze before letting go to celebrate the new chair with the younger Shroud.

Both boys look at each other, and Vil cannot stop the scheming grin that grows on his face, specially when Idia’s hair gets pinker and he averts his eyes like a romance novel girl with a crush.

“... Idia, I hope there’s a spot for me in your relationship.”

“Hrk!”

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[blues824]

Imagen the hashiras with a female Idia Shroud s/o

🎮Imagen them meeting a antisocial hades with self esteem issues and blu flame hair and thinking they are a demon only for them to protect themselves with modern technology.

🎮(how whoud they react to her hair that look like I would burn them but doesn't )

🎮Them making a ligtsaber like sword for them because a normal katana is a normie sword and I causes a lot more damage than a regular katana because its hot like the sun.

🎮Them meeting their little brother ortho and finding out he is a robot that can distroy their school in 5 seconds when his bigger sibling is in danger (Gets flachbacks from the ghost bride event.

🎮She is not a hashira because the outside gives her extime anxiety that could lead her being distracted and getting injured or killed

🎮she is the messenger now imagine her making tablets for communicating because her tablets are faster than a crow image her making somthing for ubuyashiki that hepls his bliness a bit.

🎮Imagen them learning about that they can overbolt.

🎮(imagine ortho Shroud meeting and playing with Senjurō Rengoku.

✨or with uzui ortho playing with tengen's wives because they love the small child.

🌊and with giyuu ortho meets the Kamado squad and nezuko and him becoming best friends because he can understand her.

🦋Ortho hanging out in the butterfly mansion.

I had no idea what to do for Obanai or Muichiro, so I left them out.

Gyomei Himejima

He heard you panicking on the side of the road, and you sounded like you didn’t know where you were. He assumed that it was because you were a demon, and he opted to take his weapon out and end your misery.

He didn’t expect any resistance, but his fellow Hashira gasped. You used some of your magic as well as a bit of futuristic technology to protect yourself. You’ve seen an anime like this, and explained that you weren’t a demon.

They led you to Kagaya Ubuyashiki, and he told them that you had the making of a demon slayer. You spent a few days making your own sword, and when you showed it, Gyomei could feel the heat radiating off of it.

He immediately treats your little brother like his own. He’s a people person, so he absolutely loves Ortho with all of his heart. He would teach and train him how to swing a normal blade before handing him his ax and spiked flail.

He personally wouldn’t want you to become a Hashira because of the danger it always poses to them. He’s happy to see that you are on board with not becoming one, so you both agreed that you would train so that you could defend yourself in case you were ever attacked.

He’s always amazed by the things you do with technology. You’ve taught him, Obanai, Ubayashiki braille and you would teach it to the other Hashira as well. That way, the three (Obanai is partially blind) could read the letters they were sent on their own.

Mitsuri Kanroji

Would probably be able to tell you weren’t a demon because she has never seen a demon with fire for hair. Plus you give off emotions rather than apatheticness. She would try to calm you down by kneeling down to your level, speaking to you softly.

The other Hashira were warning her to get up and get away because you were surely a demon since you had sharp teeth. She softly reprimanded them, talking about how rude it was to assume someone was a demon when you didn’t know if they had ever consumed anyone.

She personally led you to the master of the Hashira, and he told them that you had the intelligence and wit befitting a demon slayer. You set out to gather the materials needed to make your own sword because you saw a few flaws with the originals. Mitsuri would stay by your side and watch as you built your own lightsaber, and she’d be so in awe.

She absolutely loves your little brother. They are both very outgoing and try to get you outside as much as possible. Of course, because Mitsuri and Ortho are on their knees, you opt to sit under a tree outside and watch as the two play with each other.

She wants you to become a Hashira because then the two of you can stay together forever, but she understands your refusal. It’s dangerous, hard, and sometimes fatal, but it can be rewarding because you’re saving humans in their losing battle.

She’s also in awe at your swift mind and knowledge of technology. With you, they both have a tactical advantage over demons. You have upgraded all of their swords and (when you can find him) Haganezuka and you collaborate a lot. She loves how you’re spreading your social circle!

Giyu Tomioka

He most definitely noticed your fiery hair in the midst of the snow. You didn’t even hear him before he was on you. When you heard the shing from his blade, you whipped around and wrestled with him.

I’m not a demon! You whispered out of fear. You’ve seen an anime similar to this world that you magically teleported to, so you had some idea of what to expect… just forget about what happened in the last paragraph.

He decided that it would be the best decision to take you to Ubuyashiki to pay for his unfortunate mistake. There, all the Hashira were surprised when their master deemed you fit to be a demon slayer. You were honored, but decided that you were going to make your own sword.

Alright, so Giyu doesn’t talk a lot. Your brother is the exception. Ortho reminds him of Sabito and Makomo. You will often see him and your brother having a conversation with each other, and you once saw Giyu giving your brother a piggyback ride.

He doesn’t want you to become a demon slayer at all, if he’s being honest. Forget being a Hashira, being a demon slayer means you could possibly die at any point on your journey. You compromise and he trains you to at least be able to defend yourself.

He’s very impressed by your extensive knowledge and strives to know more about how to use the technology you create in battle. You’ve even helped out his master by making a weaponized cane for him so that he may be a little more independent.

Tengen Uzui

He thought your hair looked absolutely flashy, but mistook it as your demon blood art and decided that although you looked beautiful, you needed to die. It would be horrible if you killed any citizens, after all.

He wasn’t exactly quiet, so you yelled that you weren’t a demon and that’s just how you looked. He and his wives immediately put their weapons down and looked. You seemed to be absolutely terrified. Then Suma ran over and gave you a hug, apologizing.

Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru were all fawning over you as Tengen led you all back to Ubuyashiki. This would be one awkward thing to explain. The 4 were surprised when he deemed you strong and intelligent enough to become a demon slayer yourself. Once the words left his mouth, you immediately went to work for your own sword.

The 4 absolutely adore your younger brother, and he adores them back. You often see your 3 wives (Tengen most definitely married you) cooing over him and him hugging each of them back. Tengen ‘ruffles’ Ortho’s hair whenever he sees him as a greeting.

They want to keep you safe and therefore don’t want you to become a Hashira at all, but they leave it up to you. You can not imagine the relief they felt when you said that you would rather wait for them to come home after a mission. They decided that you would be trained for combat on the off-chance something happens at home.

All the wives are so impressed by how smart you are, and once you piece together plans they each give you a kiss on the forehead while Tengen kisses you on the lips. They are just so amazed by your tactical genius that they feel the need to reward you (you are most definitely getting spoiled).

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Was most definitely about to murder you. No question about it. But he would have if he didn’t yell while swinging his blade. You see, he had seen you on the side of the road, and he obviously noticed the blue flames that your hair is made up of.

Because you heard him, you whipped your head around and shouted that you weren’t a demon but you were, in fact, human. He stopped mid-swing and tumbled to the ground so he wouldn’t hurt you. After all, it was against the rules of the Demon Slayer Corp to fight a human.

It was one awkward walk back to Master Ubuyashiki. Not only were you anti-social, but this dude just tried to kill you. Of course it was going to be awkward. But once Sanemi told his master what had occurred, he deemed you fit to be a demon slayer. You had literal stars in your eyes and went to work making your lightsaber. Sanemi acted like he wasn’t impressed, when it was just the opposite.

Your brother reminds him of his, so he will immediately soften up towards the two of you. You can often spot him telling stories of his travels to Ortho while using his hands to emphasize it all. It’s rather endearing, a trait Sanemi isn’t used to hearing.

He wants to make sure you remain safe and protected at all times, so he will implore you – even beg you – not to become a Hashira. He most definitely is very relieved when you say that you won’t try to become one and would opt to stay back instead of actively fighting.

He loves your mind and all the knowledge it can hold. Every time you help the Hashira come up with a plan and everyone is immediately on-board, he turns to you and gives you a kiss on the forehead. It’s one of the few times you see him soft and loving, so you enjoy it as much as you can.

Shinobu Kocho

She’s very swift and silent on her feet, so you weren’t able to hear her. It was only when you felt the whoosh of the wind behind you that you rolled out of the way. You were obviously terrified of what just happened but managed to whisper something.

I’m human. That stopped her swing as she looked at you in both shock and amusement. She noticed that you weren’t using anything besides your hands to defend yourself. She quickly backed up and apologized, for once unsure of what to do.

It was a quiet walk to Ubuyashiki. It wasn’t uncomfortable (surprisingly), but Shinobu would make little comments here and there. She was delighted to hear that her master deemed you capable of becoming a demon slayer. That means she could keep you by her side!

She also loves Ortho. She thinks he’s absolutely adorable and reminds her of Kanao. She would be the one to treat any injuries and would even try and help you when upgrading him because it’s a two-person job.

She leaves the option up to you if you want to seek to become a Hashira. She wishes you wouldn’t because look at what happened to her older sister. She tried not to let it show, but you knew that she was scared. She was scared about you being taken away the same way her sister was.

You both rival each other when it comes to basic intelligence, but you learn from each other every single day. You teach her about technology that could possibly help her in the medical field, and she tells you about medicine that can help you with your technology.

Kyojuro Rengoku

He’s not silent either. Would do the whole ‘yelling while swinging’, and it gave you enough of an alarm to dodge his strike. You were still completely in shock to see a big, tough dude smiling and striking at the same time.

You shouted to him that you weren’t a demon. This caused him to stop in his tracks. You explained (through plenty of stutters) that you were magical and that’s why your hair was made out of flames and you had sharp teeth.

He saw some potential inside of you, and was happy to hear that his master thought the same after taking you to him. You had such an adorable spark in your eye as you immediately rushed to gather the materials you needed for your sword. He followed you and watched as you put that brilliant mind of yours to work.

Absolutely loves Ortho and sees his own little brother in him. They both actively try to get you outside and you like the moments where you lay your head on his lap as the three of you sit under a tree. He often tells you both stories of times past.

He would also get a bit scared when everyone says you would make a wonderful Hashira. You even get a bit nervous with all these comments as you politely say that you wouldn’t at all and you would rather stay back for Kyojuro. Not only did you cause him to let out a great sigh of relief, but you made him flustered when you said that you would rather wait for your lover’s return.

He always compliments you about how absolutely smart you are. Often, when you both wake up together, he will place his hands on the sides of your face and place a kiss on your forehead. He will often leave little notes around the house for you to discover so that while he’s out, he can imagine your flustered face as you read them.

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[mochie85]

Hi hun, can you do one one shot where reader writes erotic stories (no a fanfiction really) an Loki finds it (like she publish them on her blog). He doesn't say anything, but keep reading it, (he is in love with her) and one night he get so frustrated and have to go to her room, she has no idea, he trapped her between the door and him, and is all sexy (you know, sensual deep voice), and if you feel comfortable can be smut ♡

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A/N: I really REALLY liked writing this one 😈. Thank you to the Nonny who requested it. I'm sorry this took a while to finish. I promise to get to all my requests soon. Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Word Count: 3.7k Warnings: Fluff and Smut. Dom!Loki, praise kink. Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

The sound of your dulcet giggles carried itself across the room to where Loki was sitting. You and Natasha were sitting down, sharing a screen, and reading something entertaining.

You covered your mouth in a gasp as she giggled in her seat. “Natasha Romanoff, you naughty girl!” you exclaimed.

“Me?! Didn’t you just read that last paragraph, Mommy?” She fired back. The dark hue of your blush almost turned purple. “I can’t believe people are writing this about us?”

“What are you two going on about?” Loki asked, his curiosity getting the better of him. He strode over the short distance to where you two sat.

“Nothing!” you said as you stashed your tablet behind you, having been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to.

Loki waved his fingers and your tablet appeared in his hands. “Hey!” You stood up to grab it back, but Loki was already reading the explicit contraband. He held his hand out to your forehead, holding you back. Your arms flailing around trying your hardest against the god’s strength.

Loki only read a few lines before he realized what the two of you were reading. Natasha only laughed as she registered his expression. His eyes grew round and wide. His mouth opened to shock and awe.

He could only handle so much before he sat down on the sofa, right where you had been sitting. Loki held the tablet and scanned the filthy words on the screen. His eyes darted back and forth to you quickly – standing in front of him, fidgeting.

“What exactly am I reading?” Loki asked aloud.

“It’s fanfiction,” Nat said.

“Fan…fic…tion.” Loki annunciated each syllable to drive the point.

“Yes. Our fans have written little narratives of us in their heads and are sharing it with other fans.” Nat continued.

“And this -” Loki pointed to the words on your tablet. “Is the narrative that goes on in their heads?”

“Some are cute! There are romantic ones in there.” You corrected, slightly embarrassed.

“Oh! So you’ve read some of these, have you?” Loki teased. “So what’s this business about calling you, mommy?” He asked deviously as he leaned back into a comfortable position. You blushed darker. Nat just laughed at the situation.

You shuddered, hiding your face in your hands, “I am not explaining kinks to you, Loki. So help me God.”

“I’m right here, love, and I don’t think I’ll need help there.” He trailed off, still reading.

“Come on babes. You have to find it endearing somewhat?” Nat said to you.

“Oh, I totally do! It’s just…” You looked straight at Loki who was busy reading the story in his hand to notice your stare. “…nothing. Never mind.” You ended.

Later that night, Loki ended up finding the website you were on and started reading on his own. There were all manners of stories, from all different types of entertainment.

He centered on the stories around the team. There were scenarios for everybody. Even some for that android that the witch is betrothed to. I wonder if the rest of the team knows that these exist?

Loki narrowed his search. He found some dedicated blogs that wrote about you unreservedly. Some were romantic and light, as you said. Others were darker and wicked. Lewd images popped in his head as he continued reading scenarios involving you.

His hand involuntarily roamed in between his legs. Relieving himself to thoughts of you, written by strangers.

He was addicted.

Addicted to thoughts of you. To reading about you and the debased words written on the screen. He would visit the website almost every night. He would feel a sort of closeness to you that he savored. His imagination only fueled the interactions you had with each other during the day.

Loki came upon you cooking in the kitchen one time. Your headphones were on, dancing to the melody in your ears. He lingered for a while, watching you sway your hips, extending your chest out to a private show only Loki could see.

He pictured some of the more explicit stories he’s read, just by watching you dancing. He couldn’t wait till tonight to see what new stories he’d be able to read.

You turned around, surprised to find him watching you. You jumped slightly, then took your headphones off. “Loki, you scared me. How long have you been there?”

“Long enough.” He said with a smirk.

“Lunch will be ready soon.”

“I can’t wait. Thank you.”

The next night, a new story popped up on his feed. It was from an author he’d never read before. What caught his attention most was that it was about him.

Loki didn’t search for stories about him. He didn’t realize there would be any interest. He was curious about what a fanfiction story regarding himself would be like.

As he read through it, the situation started to become familiar. The reader was an Avenger working in the tower where most of the team resided.  They were in the kitchen making dinner, and Loki happened upon them dancing to the music playing in the background. It was almost similar to what happened yesterday, with you.

~ Loki caged you in between his arms and the counter. You could feel his hard length press behind you through the thin fabric of your shorts.

“Loki! You scared me. How long…” your words were interrupted by the feel of his soft lips on your collar as he pulled your shirt down. His nose ran up the length of your neck, stealing your words, muddling your thoughts.

“Long enough for you?” he asked as you felt the rigidity of his aching cock. His hands roaming your body, pulling you flushed against him. “I can’t wait any longer…” ~

Loki didn’t know how to feel. Confused? Flattered?

Yes. Definitely flattered.

It was pleasing to think that someone out there liked him enough to write about him. That they liked him enough to write something so uninhibited; made it feel mischievous – taboo.

Reading the story again, he supposed it’s a very general occurrence. To come up on someone dancing in the kitchen. Then subsequently wanting to fuck them to Valhalla. Norns, he wanted to do that with you the other day too. He continued the rest of the story, impressed by the imagery and detail. But not thinking too much about it. So, he bookmarked the author as a favorite.

Days later, another instance of bizarre déjà vu occurred when Loki sat down on his bed and read a different story from the same author.

~ He looked tired and beat. His arms spread out on either side of him wanting to relax. You looked around to see that you were both alone in the jet.

You strode in between his legs and knelt down as your hands trailed down his strong chest towards his muscular thighs. His head straightened up as he asked, “What are you doing?”

“Just relax. Let me take care of you,” you whispered as you slowly untied his leather trousers, pulling his pants further down to give you access to his growing cock.

“Darling, we could get caught.” He said trying to stop you.

“That’s half the fun.”

“Are you sure?” he asked. You answered by giving him a strong lick at the tip of his cock. You could taste his sweet early offerings and it made him shudder in anticipation.

He grabbed your hair with one hand and pumped his dick with the other. “Open.” He commanded. And you complied.

You looked up into his darkened eyes and stuck your tongue out as an invitation. He sank his red-hot cock inside your mouth. Inch by aching inch.

He was growing impatient inside your tight lips. He grabbed you on either side of your head and bucked into you fully. His forceful attack made you gag. The sound turned him on even more as he continued to fuck your mouth senselessly. ~

Loki couldn’t believe what he was reading. His breathing got heavier and tighter. Wasn’t it just the other day that you both came back from a mission? He remembered sitting in one of the seats, taking a break from helping unload the cargo off the plane. His arms rested open on either side of him as his head leaned back onto the wall of the jet, hoping to get a little respite. Just like in the story. Then you came up to him and asked if he was ok.

“Go, Loki. I can handle the rest.” You offered.

“Are you sure?”

“Ya. You look really tired. Just relax.”

“Thank you, my dear. I owe you.”

“I’ll hold you to it.” You smirked as Loki got up to leave.

He remembered seeing something darken in your eyes. But he dismissed it, thinking he was just tired.

“No! It couldn’t be.” Loki said aloud.  “Could it?” There was such detail in the story. The description of the jet. His sitting position on the seats. The account of his pants being tied on and not buttoned. How could anyone know that, unless…

Loki clicked on the author’s page.  The first post to come up was a list of all their works. Loki only recognized the recent two, but apparently, they’ve been writing for a lot longer and for a lot more people than him.

There were stories about the Captain. Some were about Sgt. Barnes. There was even one about Agent Romanoff. The more recent ones were about him, however. He felt unprompted pride over that fact.

As he read through most of them, Loki noticed minute details in their portrayals. Specifics that no one should know unless they lived at The Tower. He decided to test this theory out.

It took a while, but he found you down at the boxing ring in the gym training. Perfect.

“Hello, darling,” Loki said coming up to you.

“Oh. Hey, Loki,” you responded.

“Can I join you?”

“Sure.” You accepted. Loki went to put on some punching mitts and got into the ring with you. You circled each other once. With precision and speed, you aimed for his temple, but Loki was quicker and had the mitt by his head to fend off your attack.

“You know, I’ve been reading that website. Ever since you presented it to me.” Loki started.

“I didn’t present anything to you. You took my tablet, remember?” You jabbed again, this time straight for his nose. He swatted away your assault and continued.

“I found some very concerning stories on there. By some mysterious writers.”

“I’m not surprised you found something you didn’t like. Do you not read the tags or the warnings?”

“Who said I didn’t like them? They were intriguing and playful. Some were just downright wicked.” Loki’s smile grew. “I quite like this one author I discovered, who writes about me.” Loki quickly tapped your head with his mitt. You gave him a surprised look and narrowed your eyes.

“Looking up stories about yourself? You’re so vain.” You teased.

“Oh, I didn’t look this up, my dear. It just showed up on my homepage. And imagine to my surprise when it was written about me. Naturally, I was curious. So, I read it. The detail and the imagery were very well put together.” He followed you with his eyes. He noted your quickened heartbeat, your flushed cheeks, and your uneven breathing.

“So what do you go there for if not to read about yourself?” you asked trying to distract him. You launched into a front jab.

“I was reading stories about you,” he confessed. His words rang in your head causing you to misstep. It registered too late and your frontal attack wavered at his declaration making you miss your target and stumble.

Loki caught you before you hit the mat. “Darling are you alright?” he turned you over to face him. His arms wrapped around your body securely. “Or maybe I should call you anonymousavenger48? I mean that is your name on the website, is it not?” His voice was low and deep. It tickled in your ear making you shiver and close your eyes.

“I – I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said flustered. His face was mere inches from yours. You could see his eyes dancing with mischief.

“That’s too bad. I guess I was wrong in my assumption.”

“You were reading stories about me?”

“Yes. I especially like the ones where they imagine us together. Such depravity.” Loki whispered. His breath fanned your face. You could almost feel his lips touch yours. “I have imagined us countless times using those stories.” His grip on you got tighter. His voice got deeper.

“You have?” you said barely audible.

“Mhmm.” Then Loki stood and righted you up. “Oh, well. I mean, I told myself that there was no way you would ever feel that way about me. And I guess I was right. But you know I had to see. I had to try.” Loki gave you a pat on the arm and strode out of the ring. “Thank you for the spar, darling.” He yelled out.

He left you wet and thirsty in the middle of the ring. You took off your gloves and threw them onto the mat, anger and spite rising within you. “So that’s how you want to fight? Then let’s fight.” You whispered to yourself.

Loki had to get out of there quickly. It took all his strength to not ravage you there on the floor and reenact some of the more decadent stories that plagued his mind. Your innocent eyes looking up at him. Your dark cherry lips inviting him closer. Gahh, I need to remedy this, quickly, he thought as he sought the privacy of his chambers.

The next couple of nights were some of the most excruciating and lust-filled nights either of you ever had. Your little bout in the gym had fueled countless stories for you to write about.

Endless notifications from your followers thanking you or sincerely wondering if you’re getting enough sleep from all the stories you seem to be writing and putting out.

In truth, you had a bunch of works cached on your laptop. You wrote whenever you had the time or were inspired to and just kept them stored in hopes to release them sporadically every few days.

But when Loki played you, you felt an undeniable urge to make him pay. Make him crave after you as desperately as he had left you. You thought of the sexiest most deprived things you’d ever wanted him to do to you and just typed it out on the screen.

If he was reading this, then let him squirm a little bit. Let him stew in that lust-filled haze and then you’d innocently come up to him and flirt to high-heavens thinking he wouldn’t do anything about it.

That was your first mistake. Thinking that you could go head-to-head with the god of mischief. Days and nights happen and not a single word from him. Not a whimper, a nod. Not even a secret glance was thrown your way. You were on the verge of giving up. You were only making yourself more desperate. Your promiscuous attempts at flirtation were only met with excuses and hasty retreats back into his own private quarters.

The second mistake was thinking he wouldn’t retaliate and do anything about it. The moment you had given up, the moment you thought it was safe, he attacked you with full force.

You were typing a field report on your laptop in the conference room. You didn’t notice him marching outside the glass windows of the room. Only when he slammed the door closed did you look up from your screen.

“Writing another one of your stories to torture me with?” Loki said pointing to you. You narrowed your eyes at him and were confused. The field report was hardly anything to be angry about…OH SHIT! Your eyes widened in alarm. “I know you’re the one writing those fictitious stories pet. Don’t deny it this time.”

“Okay then. I won’t” You said smugly. You stood up, leaning over the desk, resting your hands on the cool wood, challenging him. He turned on the switch for the electronic smart glass, making the glass panes of the conference room opaque and cloudy.

Loki circled you. One by one the window panes turned murky, following his footsteps. Each turn, each step, heightened the growing fear and excitement inside you.

You unconsciously backed yourself towards the exit, reaching for the knob. But Loki got to you quicker. He reached behind you and turned the lock, inexplicably trapping you inside with him.

“So you confess? That it was you who wrote those deviant words I’ve been reading every night?”

“Every night?” You whispered in shock. Loki had trapped you between him and the door. The coolness of the glass seeps through the fabric of your shirt. His knee separated your thighs as he intruded in your personal space.

“Do you really think that I would let you get away with it? That I don’t know what you were up to?”

“And what is it that I’m up to?” You let out moans as he continued to rub his muscular thighs against your aching clit. You turned your head, biting your lip.

“So responsive.” He said appreciatively as he ran his nose up your neck to nibble at the shell of your ear. You let out a whimper as he smiled into you diabolically. “Last chance to stop me, kitten.”

You didn’t want him to stop. You had wanted him from the moment you laid eyes on him. It’s what prompted you to start writing your stories. To put your dirty imaginations on paper. You grabbed his hard cock through the leathers of his pants and ran your hands up and down his bulging prick as your answer. He whimpered at the contact, then growled.

He turned you around quickly. Your back to his chest, and he pushed you up against the door. “This is for me. Do you understand, darling? This will be your punishment for making me obsess over you every night.” He nipped at your ear. When you had said nothing but whimpered, he tugged your hair back lightly. “Say it.”

“Yes,” you moaned. He tugged again. “Yes, sir.” You corrected.

“Good girl.” He reached in front of you and unbuttoned your jeans. He pulled them down quickly, along with your panties, as he worked on untying his own trousers.

He propped your delicious ass up slightly to give him better access and was pleasantly surprised that you were already dripping and waiting for him to enter.

“You’ve been waiting for me haven’t you?”

“Yes sir”

“How badly do you want my cock inside you.”

“Desperately, sir.” You whimpered. And without warning, Loki thrust inside your tight heat, making you both moan out loud.

He started bucking into you. Not waiting for you to adjust. Each hard thrust was angry and passionate. He pushed you further against the door, your back sliding flushed against his chest, hoping that no one passed by. Even with the smart glass on, people would still be able to see the outline of your body being pounded from behind.

“Loki…” you wept. “I’m cumming.” He wrapped his hand around your mouth and stuck two of his fingers inside your lips.

“Don’t you dare!” he said panting in your ear. “This is for me, remember kitten. Be a good girl and hold it. Now, suck!” he commanded. “Keep quiet. You don’t want anyone to see you like this, do you? All hot and pathetic for my cock.” Your eyes rolled back at his salacious words. You sucked on his two fingers and ran your tongue in between them.

Loki felt you tighten around him. He rutted into you quickly and severely. He couldn’t help it anymore.

He lost all control when he saw you on your laptop here in the conference room. You were typing away, no doubt, imagining more lewd thoughts about how he would take you. 

He had to have you. He needed to feel you around his cock. Wrapping him, squeezing him, milking him for all he’s worth.

“Oh, fuck! Kitten, you feel so good.” He looked down and watched as his thick cock re-entered your glistening folds. “Unh…”

“Loki, please.” You begged around his fingers.

“No!” he said forcefully. “Be a good girl now and I promise I’ll make you scream my name over and over again tonight,” he vowed. You continued to suck on his fingers, trying to distract yourself from the growing sensation on your clenched pussy.

He moaned in your ear. He grunted and praised. The echo of his undoing rang in your ears. And you swore you would never forget the sound. The sound of him finding his release inside you. His pleasure.

When he grew still, he took his fingers out of your mouth, and you sucked on them slowly, biting the pads as they passed your teeth.

He dismounted you quickly, placing his forehead on the crook of your shoulder. “You’re amazing, darling. Thank you.” He said as he kissed your neck. You tried rubbing your legs together, creating friction in between your thighs.

Loki spanked you, a sharp slap that reverberated across the room. He bent down to pick up your panties and jeans then placed them up over your now-red ass. “Good girls do as they’re told. Don’t come until I tell you to.” He reached around to your front and buttoned you up securely in your jeans.

“Yes, sir.” You said meekly, out of breath, as you watched him stuff himself back inside his trousers.

He unlocked the door and opened it. Before he left, he gave you a devastating kiss on your lips. “Tonight, after our private dinner, I was thinking we could reenact one of my favorite stories of yours. Would you like that kitten?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” He said placing a stray hair of yours behind your ear. Then he left, switching the smart glass off. You felt exposed as the windows cleared up giving you a full view of the common room outside.

You took deep, slow breaths as you tried to center yourself and process what just happened. You quickly went to your laptop, shutting down the field report to start writing a new story.

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now that the whump is out of my system, it's time to dive head-first back into christmas/holiday fic since if I'm to keep to my self-imposed posting schedule, the first chapter has to go up next friday (yikes). this is from the second chapter/act:

“Right.” Chimney takes out his tablet and adopts a more serious demeanor. “For the specialties today, we have the cassoulet, we have risotto Barolo with truffles, the rouget citrus beurre blanc with capers, roast quail with brioche stuffing, and a braised lamb shank with blood orange relish.” Buck’s mouth is already watering before Chimney finishes the list. “And will Chef Nash have the same specials tomorrow night?” Chimney shakes his head. “No. Bob– Chef Nash never creates the same menu twice.” How is Buck meant to decide when everything sounds so delicious? An idea comes to him – a ludicrous, overindulgent idea, but isn’t overindulgence the point when Buck is trying to enjoy his last days on earth? “Well,” Buck says, “I guess I’d better try them all tonight, then.” “No allergies or substitutions?” “Nope. Just as the chef intended.” Chimney laughs. “Oh, kid. He’s going to love you.”

once again, I promise this is not going to be that angsty, and does have a happy ending befitting a holiday movie

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