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shieldedreams · 1 year

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i’ll always find (see) you (n.s)

summary ⇾ after a training gone sour, lo’ak knows who to find in order to keep his brother in check. details ⇾ 2,299 words / neteyam sully x na’vi!reader / 🌸 comfort fluff / established relationship / gn!reader notes ⇾ i know i’ve been m.i.a lately but... i’ve been inspired to write for avatar so... here it is! ✨

the flora and fauna that surrounds you is what makes you think this–the mixes of pink, blue and green–must be heaven on earth. the fireflies that float about, sounds of kiri’s fascination as she occasionally lures one or two butterflies over your wandering eyes; the two of you laying side by side on the grass, staring ahead at the cocooning trees.

until a branch snapping cues the two of you to be on alert. you sit up, leaning partially to shield kiri as your hands fetch the dagger slotted by your ankle; kiri baring her fangs with a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it out of instinct.

the both of you visibly relax when–”couldn’t you just announce your presence like any normal being?” you scoff a laugh, putting your dagger away as kiri sighs, shaking her head, hand slipping from your shoulder, “lo’ak, where’s neteyam?”

“i’m here to ask y/n that.”

based on how lo’ak’s eyes lower to the ground, hands behind his back, it makes your heart clench at the implication. he’s gone... again. you glance to kiri, who nods, a silent and understanding of go, it’s okay. i’ll see you later. rising to your feet, you align your gazes with lo’ak, the younger boy offering you a small smile.

“you okay?”

he chuckles, nodding with gratitude; familiar to your warmth and care, “i’m not the one you should be checking up on,” he shakes his head, “not this time, at least.”

“again?” you warm up your ankles and shake your wrists, prepping your body for the way you’d need to climb because–”we can see everything from up here...” your voice comes out in a mere whisper, yet only one can hear you. neteyam circles his arm around your waist, leaning in close as he presses his forehead to the side of your face, “and yet, all i see is you.”–where you’re about to go is a place only you and neteyam know.

somewhere only we know–how foolish. how childish. how... safe and happy you two were at a location that provided you privacy to be whoever you wanted to be. there, you are only known as yourself and neteyam was only known to be neteyam. no labels. no warrior. nothing. just you and him. him and you. together.

“training didn’t go well today, that’s all i can say,” lo’ak mumbles under his breath. before he can get another coherent sentence out, he’s left breathless when you take off past the trees and soon he notices you’re climbing and swinging on the branches.

“be back by dinner!” kiri calls out, well-aware it would reach you despite it looking otherwise.

neteyam feels the wind brushing against his skin; calm, tranquil, the coos of the birds soaring above and the low murmurs of leaves clashing below. normally, his senses would be heightened at the sound of branches creaking but this... here–his safe place–is no ordinary place.

it’s one of the highest points that grants him the view of his home; his people. sometimes... once in a while, that gets suffocating. being the eldest, being the one who’s supposed to fit in the role-model mould... it got suffocating, overwhelming.

one day, you brought him here. past the groans and moaning of how much higher?! he’s grateful this became the place he frequented when things got hard to process; when it got hard to breathe. you were here with him, hand-in-hand, his head on your shoulder, arms hugging your waist; his safe place, his person.

here, he was not neteyam te suli tsyeyk’itan; he was just neteyam... and yours.

“you know,” your voice echoes into his ears, then his eyes are blessed with the sight of you climbing up the last branch to reach the one he’s sitting on, “if i knew this would be the place we’d come often, i would’ve chosen somewhere easier to access...”

“you’re such a baby,” he scoffs a laugh, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand, a quiet sniff entering your ears–he’s not crying.

“you’re the one to talk,” you quip back, just as you take your seat next to him. that gets him to quiet down and you’re half-regretting what you’ve said. “sorry... too soon?” you try to make up for it but he only shakes his head, moving to lean against you with a soft not soon enough...

his body grows towards you automatically. like you’re the source of light and he’s the receiver. taking in as much as he possibly can; for when things get heavy, for when things get dark. all he has to think about is his family and what’s at stake; you, you, you–all of you. his eyes flutter shut and he puts his arms around you, scooting you closer until one of your legs nearly go over his due to how close he’s pulling you.

you sigh and allow him to bury himself in your embrace. his face soon meeting your neck, arms tightening around your frame, tail lightly caressing your lower back out of habit. it reminds him that this is what home feels like; what home was meant to be. past the fighting and defending one’s honour, he was meant to be your lover.

you place a hand on his thigh, now noticing the marks of scratches that are on his skin. it doesn’t make him flinch when your fingers brush over it, but what makes him shudder is the way you turn your body so you can cocoon him in. one arm slithering around his shoulders, pulling him in and he inhales deeply against your pulse; your scent.

“you wanna talk about it?” you pry gently, lips to his temple.

initially, he shakes his head.

but a couple of gentle strokes to the back of his head, he relents. details of how strict his father was, the pressure to please and succeed, the role of the oldest sibling weighs heavy on his shoulders and... well... he may or may not have raised his voice back in retaliation for the first time in months. it was normal, even if he thinks otherwise. for every insecurity or dark thought he has, you’ve always combatted with the opposite he longs to be true (it is, he just stubbornly refuses to admit now).

“what if i’ll never live up to him?” good, you’re not supposed to be a copy of your father. you’re meant to be your own person.

“what if i can’t protect them?” as much as you feel responsible to protect everyone else, you should protect yourself first. that’s what your parents would want before you help others.

“what if i’m a failure?” now you’re just talking a load of nonsense.

then, it always, always end with: “thank you,” he lifts his head up, eyes closed as he leans his forehead against yours. his eyes gently open, the moment seemingly soft, serene, pure but you–”for nearly breaking a muscle climbing up to find you? i think i should start claiming a price to this.”

“you dense baboon,” he hisses. the tone of his voice only makes you laugh. giddily, knowing very well by the sound of his voice, it seems like you’ve breathed life back into his lungs.

“i mean, if you call me a dense baboon, what about you? you’re the one who–and i quote–will never love another–dense baboon.”

he gives up with a sigh, eyes fluttering back shut that it makes you give in. after all, he did have a bad day. might as well let him win.

“ah, okay, okay,” you coo, easing the hand that was once on his thigh, then crawling up on his neck, now reaching his cheek where you cup it tenderly. it beckons him to open his eyes, briefly, before it instinctively closes when he feels your breath over his lips; then, the fleeting moment of your kiss that makes his body tense and relax at the same time.

“just one?” he murmurs, a hand of his now meeting the nape of your neck to keep you there as he leans against you.

“how bad of a day did you have?”

“might need a few more to forget about it,”

“you do know this ends with me dragging you back to your father, right?”

“...then give me all the kisses now.”

maybe it was thirty minutes, maybe an hour, but all neteyam knows is that he’s calm and at ease as he walks along the path back home with you; his hand in yours, step by step mimicking one another. neteyam succumbed to your wishes of heading back, an hour or two before dinner would take place.

neteyam’s lost in the moment, merely following your hand dragging him like a compass.

it’s not until he nearly loses his footing by staring at you instead of where he’s walking. he tightens his hold on your hand, a soft gasp leaving his lips as you tug him up. it happens so fast; so sudden. his other hand now meets your waist for stability as you come face to face with him–so close he can count the lashes lining your eyes, the smile that twirls up on your lips.

“if you wanted another kiss, all you had to do was ask,”

he scoffs with the roll of his eyes but his hands, his body betrays him. it always does. always weak when it comes to you.

you let go of his hand to circle them behind his neck as he lures you towards him. one hand securing you by the hip, the other reaching up to pillow against your cheek as he lightly noses along yours.

“thank you,” he says, in a mere whisper.

“you said that earlier,” you try to joke, only to get ignored when he gazes into your eyes, making whatever thought you had in your mind fade away; replaced with just the one looking back at you. you lean into his touch as his thumb brushes the under of your eye and as cheesy as it sounds, you feel your heart swelling at such tender moment you two were sharing.

“for seeing me,” his voice blends with the gust of wind that envelopes the pair of you. his words, so seemingly simple but it held much more than that. for coming to me whenever you know something is wrong. for loving me; thank you for loving me.

“i’ll always see you,” i’ll always find you; love you.

he cracks a smile, “even when i’m way up too high in the trees?”

“especially then.”

((“i’m sorry, sir,” neteyam has his head lowered, “for how i acted, for the way i behaved. i will do better.”

he swallows, hands locked behind his back as he waits for a response. half-anticipating for a reprimanding, half-afraid of what’s to come. he peeks up at the lack of response, now noticing the soft look in his father’s eyes.

“good,” is all jake says, then motioning him away with the movement of his chin pointing to the side, “dismissed.”

neteyam swallows, as you gape; having stood by his side since the second you’ve dragged him back. neteyam glances to you, then back to his father who remains unmoving.

“d-dad–”

“dismissed,” jake repeats himself, now looking to you with a small nod. you’re able to give a smile, understanding jake’s intentions. he may look stern and he certainly in hell is strict, but he loves his family and it shows. you can see it in the way jake strives to protect those he loves and that comes with a price of being too harsh sometimes. it’s the mutual understanding you have that got jake to warm up just a bit to you (compared to how neytiri awed over the way she noticed her son adoring you).

it was your cue to bow in respect before you wrap your fingers on one of the wrists behind neteyam’s back to tug him away. he doesn’t object, already stumbling to follow you but just as he glances over his shoulder, he could’ve sworn he saw his father crack a smile before he turned his back.

”if i knew getting him to date someone would get him to return quicker, i’d thrown him off the edge earlier,” jake comments, snorting at his own remark as he tidies up the equipment. he lets out a soft augh when he feels a nudge to his head, knowing very well of who it might–”you promised you’d go easier on him.”

“i am!” he sighs, looking up to neytiri who has her hands on her hips, raising a brow, “i’ll... have a chat with him, down by the river later.”

she somehow raises her brow higher and he extends his arm out, pointing right at–”you sure we won’t fall?” neteyam squints his eyes at you, watching as you effortlessly hook your knees over the branch, dangling your body upside down with a grin, “do not tell me that the great warrior neteyam, son of jake sully is afraid?”

neteyam scoffs a laugh and threatens to bite your ankle when he grips onto it, only to yelp when you nudge him forward and he has to rely on his reflexes to follow your lead. when he’s securely hanging next to you, he’s able to smile widely at you, finding your hand on the branch between your bodies. it makes you laugh this time, tail lining up the side of his body as he swirls his along your legs. it was playful, childish... it was happiness.

neytiri’s eyes soften at the sight, a smile crawling to her face. she directs her gaze back to jake, who has this shit-eating-grin on his face.

“get to him before dark. i want a nice, peaceful dinner as a family tonight.”

“roger that.”))

#neteyam x reader #neteyam x y/n #neteyam sully #neteyam sully x reader #neteyam scenarios #neteyam fanfics #avatar #avatar scenarios #avatar the way of water #i got a bunch of drafts.....#mostly shang chi and eggsy unwin #which i'll probbaly brush up to post them up #not sure when though #but avatar though.......#:")

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onyx-got-clowned · 10 days

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i think we are severely lacking with the age regression (sfw) in the lu fandom 😔

little links by silentspider, is such a good fic!! it has multiple parts that are all so good! (16k words in total)

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i think that they all would age regress to some degree at least- but the main ones would be time, warriors, wild, and legend, i dunno they just give me major little vibes :’)

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•time would be super energetic, and climb lots of trees, he would totally collect bugs too. And could be convinced to put them in fours bedroll. Time would regress to 5-6 years old, He’d say the trees are all unique, giving them names and being the only one to successfully tell them apart. He likes to keep a stuffed horse that looks like epona in his bag, malon made it for him!

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•Wars would enjoy playing pretend, or more physical games. Usually regresses to 7 years old. He’d probably force everyone to play sharks n minnows, ghost in the graveyard, games like that! he likes to color or draw, also likes to watch four do weapon maintenance. ——

•Wild is a total nature kid, would roll around in mud and you’d not even know what color his clothes are by the dirt and grime just absolutely covering him. Definitely regresses to 8 years old, only going younger is stressed. Rocks are in his pocket, some Rollie polies even. Would climb the highest tree within range and wind would have to get him down. Enjoys playing hide and seek, always ends up being the last to be found. HE MAKES MUD PIES!!!

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•legend is more bubbly, but will not share ANYTHING. Don’t ask it will be no. He usually regresses to around 6-7. He likes to hangout around water, and will collect anything that catches his eye, using his hat as a big pocket. Likes to read or play capture the flag (or any variation of such) will try and sneak to do things he knows he isn’t supposed to do.

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•wind would probably age dream, never fully regressing, but usually is around 6 while doing so. Enjoys pretty much the same as he usually would not age dreaming, but will beg and BEG to braid everyone’s hair. No matter if it’s short or not, a braid will be in every links hair by the end of the day. When he isn’t age dreaming, total big brother and will convince them into shenanigans.

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•four would regress discretely, but the main giveaway is how quiet he gets. Usually just regresses to 9 years old. He likes to read and keep to himself, but that’s when he’s not split. The colors already similar when regressing, but all enjoy different activities. Green enjoys fishing strangely enough, but uses his hands. Blue would see how long he can do a hand stand or something competitive. Red would color and draw with wars. Vio would be the one to read and likes being read too as well!

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•hyrule is similar to wild, but likes to take walks and analyze everything. Regresses to 5 years old. He enjoys the sensory of being outside, touching everything (that is safe to do so) and usually drags sky along, regressed or not. He has a special journal just for pressing flowers and pretty weeds. Likes to swim and float in a starfish position for hours.

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•sky is the one who regresses to 11 years old, and likes to wrangle four, hyrule, time, and wars into playing charades. He doesn’t carve (cus he isn’t allowed) but learned origami instead! Likes to give them to everyone, usually of their favorite animal or the animal that reminds him of them!

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•twilight regresses to 7 years old, likes to play tag! Forces everyone to play when available and it’s scary when he runs full speed to catch someone. Now they know how dink felt . Teaches hyrule how to catch fish bare handed in the rivers, wild gladly takes them to cook as a meal. Twi likes to hang upside down on a tree and screeches at anyone who passes by- if he’s questioned his only reply is “I’m a bat!” Nothing else. Also likes to smack his head into people, full speed, grinning and unapologetic. If questioned, only reply is “I’m a goat! That’s my job!” And runs off to do it to someone else.

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remember guys, Age regression is a SFW COPING MECHANISM!!! So i don’t wanna see any hate! These are just my personal opinions and self projection

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circusgoth-dotcom · 6 months

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Cider's Nightmare

Ship: None/setting up Oogie Boogie x Cider

Word Count: 1355

Summary: A month has passed since James, now known as Cider, became a resident of Halloween Town. He's been enjoying his time and has practically free reign of the place with Jack's permission, except for one rule: don't trust and try not to fraternize with Oogie Boogie and his henchmen. Unfortunately, Oogie's Boys have other plans. Ask to add CWs if needed.

Tag List: @canongf @futurewife @rexscanonwife

It had been a month- or roughly that, he guessed -since James, now having taken on the nickname of Cider, had become a member of Halloween Town, one of many afterlives. While his living body lay in a comatose state in the land of the living, his soul remained here, experiencing an extended free trial of death. Part of him hoped they would eventually pull the plug on him so he could remain in this place forever. Never had he felt more at home than on these cobbled streets, among these oddly friendly monsters. His closest friend, of course, was Jack Skellington, the Pumpkin King and Halloween Town’s highest authority.

Besides Jack’s kindness and guidance in Cider’s new life, he had only ever laid down one real “rule” for him to follow: don’t put too much trust in the trick-or-treaters known as Lock, Shock, and Barrel, and certainly put the least amount of trust in their boss, Oogie Boogie. Jack had been reluctant to tell him anything beyond that they had been trouble in the past. While he was typically a merciful ruler, Oogie Boogie had overstepped his boundaries far too often to be a welcome presence any longer. Unfortunately, this warning wasn’t enough to keep them from crossing paths with these outcasts.

Ever since he had come to this land, he had been fascinated with the Holiday Trees, the portals in the forest that connected these realms to each other. He had taken up the habit of venturing out to them to draw them after Sally had gifted him a sketchbook as a sort of housewarming gift. Today, he was drawing another piece depicting the Halloween door, unaware of prying eyes… until a branch snapped behind him. He whipped around, fumbling with his sketchbook and pencil. As it slipped from his hands, it fell into the waiting arms of the devil-masked trick-or-treater, who chuckled mischievously and bolted off.

“Hey!” Cider could scarcely react as the other two children appeared from behind the trees, trailing after their accomplice. “That doesn’t belong to you!”

“If you want it back-” The devil started, “You’ll have to catch us!” The witch called before the three of them cackled at their target’s misfortune. Anxiously, Cider looked back in the direction he came from, then ran after them.

“You better stop it right now or I’ll tell Jack, and he won��t be very happy with you!”

“Oooh!”

“I mean it!” With a yelp, Cider suddenly tripped over a root and began tumbling down a small slope while the trick-or-treaters raced ahead. Grunting as he regained his bearings, he watched as they ran off to a large, rotted treehouse in the distance. Seeing no other choice but to follow them, he brushed himself off and continued forward. Glancing up at the sky, there was no way to be sure of how long he had been gone. That was the one thing he couldn’t quite stand about this otherwise welcoming place. Time didn’t really exist, at least not in the way he was used to.

At the base of the tree, he found a pulley system that would take him to the top. He paused beside it, calling up, “You know, if you’d just come down and give me back my sketchpad, you might be able to stay in Jack’s good graces!”

All that answered him was a slight breeze and a far-off crow call.

“Fine. I’ll get it myself.” He huffed as he climbed onto the platform and pulled the lever. It swayed and creaked as it rose, and though he knew he couldn’t truly get hurt here, it gave him unease. As he entered the treehouse, the children couldn’t be found. It was a dark and messy place with three beds, each labelled with the children’s names. Lock’s bed appeared to be a sleeping bag thrown on top of a large beanbag chair, draped with a moth-eaten quilt. Shock’s bed was the closest to that of a human child’s, the headboard decorated with black cats. Finally, Barrel’s bed was a patchwork hammock, in which a skeleton doll was left.

“Hello?? You can’t hide forever you know… ugh, where the Hell could they have gotten off to?” He stepped further into the house, peeking around corners and keeping his ears pricked for any kind of movement, but it was as if they had disappeared into thin air. At the very back of the house, he found a chute, surrounded by burned-out candles. What on Earth…?

Sighing and kneeling in front of the chute, he stuck his head inside and called out, wincing as his voice echoed loudly back into his ears.

“Now!” Shock’s voice cried from behind, and suddenly he was being shoved down the long metal pipe, just big enough for him to fit. He screamed as he slid head-first, winding around the old tree and smashing into every corner before dipping below the surface and crashing his way into the chamber below.

The wind was knocked out of him as he landed on something solid. He was quickly followed by his sketchpad and pencil as he felt them bounce off of his back and clatter to the floor. Wheezing, Cider rolled over and attempted to sit up, rubbing his stomach as he looked around the dark room.

“Well, well, well, what have we here?” A booming voice made his hair stand on end. He half-gasped as a hulking figure made of what appeared to be a burlap sack entered the room. “A new plaything, perhaps?”

“You… must be Oogie Boogie…”

The sack grinned as he approached. “My reputation precedes me! Yes, I am, but where are my manners?” He chuckled and flicked a switch. The lair blazed with orange lights, revealing a heavily casino-inspired theme. “Welcome! Make yourself comfortable.~ What do they call you, cutie?”

As Oogie Boogie began to circle the platform Cider sat upon, he struggled to keep his eyes on him. “Cider… Jack warned me about you.”

If the monster had eyes, Cider was sure he would have rolled them as he scoffed. “Oh, I’m sure he did… but we don’t have to talk about him, it’s been so long since I had a guest! Is this yours?” He picked up the sketchbook.

Cider’s frustration with the whole situation began to boil to the surface. He held out his hands. “Yes, and I’d appreciate it if you gave it back, please. If it wasn’t for your little gremlins, I wouldn’t be in this mess. I want to go back to town.”

“Oh, but you’ve only just arrived! I can’t let you leave on an empty stomach, and luckily for you, there’s still some snake and spider stew left!”

As Oogie was talking, Cider attempted to snatch the sketchbook out of his “hand,” but it was swiftly yanked out of his reach. “Ah-ah-ah, you’re not getting this back until I’ve been a proper host. That, or you can stay in a cage until someone comes to get you, and let’s face it, Jack probably hasn’t even noticed you’re gone.”

Colour pooled in his cheeks. “You’re wrong! I bet there’ll be a search party out in the woods any minute, now! Why don’t you save yourself some trouble and just let me go?”

“Because that wouldn’t be any fun, now, would it? I promise no damage will come to your precious book in the meantime. Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye.” As he recited the rhyme with the corresponding movements, Cider could see no other option but to comply with Oogie Boogie’s “hospitality.” Seeing them accept their fate, Oogie Boogie turned and bustled off, presumably to serve the stew. Cautiously, Cider climbed down from the platform, looking up at the chute they had fallen through; too high to attempt to scramble back up it. Why oh why did Lock, Shock, and Barrel feel the need to lure him here and what could Oogie Boogie possibly want with his company? Was it all just for their entertainment? Jack had said Oogie was dangerous and unpredictable. Cider hoped he would be rescued soon.

#self shipping #self shipping community #safeshipping #self insert #self insert x canon #self x canon #oc x canon #self insert oc #gay self ship #trans self ship #circus scripts #🐛Lovebug🐛#🧸🍂.s/i

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blackicek1lls · 1 year

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The Inhuman Concept of a Verb

*read on ao3 for tags and world building notes! Happy Halloween everyone!*

"Whatever he is, he's not a plant," was what Melli said to the Diamond clan leader, who was polishing his eyes. "He's not a gem either like you."

Adaman popped the sphere back into his face. "Melli, you can gossip about the new warden to the others, y'know. Besides, he could just be a human. Simple as that."

Warden Ingo was new to Hisui, falling from the sky and landing a little ways from the Pearl Clan. Miraculously he survived, yet curiously, he was completely unscathed from his fall, not a scratch or bruise blooming his skin. Melli had found him whilst wandering but he left him high and dry for one reason.

"But his eyes. They weren't right. Staring into them wanted to make me… I couldn't breathe." Worse was his smile. That damned smile. The corners didn't turn up but he knew. He knew that whatever that thing was, it was smiling.

Adaman brushed him off. "That's because you were in the Icelands. There's barely any air there. I'm just surprised that oyster lady can keep all her wardens from perishing from how cold it is."

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Calaba knew this man wasn't human, unlike most of the Pearl Clan. Her brain cursed at the Noble for bringing him in, and then she cursed at herself for cursing a noble. When she had to check the man over for injuries, her old, decaying hands trailing over his ribs, a man she thought to be unconscious, a hot but not sweating hand clamped down on them, her flinching at the temperature. A smile that was not a smile bore his visage, his eyes dimly looking around before he sat up.

"Where am I?" he asked, his voice not sounding low, but the sheer volume of it making her answer immediately.

"You are in the Pearl Clan's Medical tent, sir. Our noble Lady Sneasler has blessed you with rescue and brought you here." Calaba pulled back,trying to pry her wrists from the man's hand. "It seems you fell from the sky."

"Fell?" The man laughed, freeing her appendages. "That must be the first time I've ever fallen!"

The laugh, a cacophony of loud, high pitched squawks and coughs, not sounding low and guttural. It nearly deafened her with how loud it was.

The man stopped. "Then who are you?"

"Calaba."

"Calaba?" The man repeated, almost in disbelief, venturing closer to her face. There she gazed into those oh so horrid eyes. She, a calabash gourd, knew that whatever hid behind those eyes, eyes that pointed up, eyes that made her choke, it was far beyond her capabilities a plant like her could go against. She was old and weary, mostly from her negligence husbanding her plants, but eyes like those would well outlive even her lifespan.

The man recoiled softly. "What a wonderous name."

There was a pause and Calaba got the feeling that he knew.

"My name is Ingo," the man supplied, his eyes darting downward, trying to choose his words. "It seems I've come a long ways from my home station. I do not remember how I got here. That Pokémon, Lady Sneasler you said? Well, she must be nice. Could I see her?"

Before she could answer, Ingo was already sitting up, strolling out of the tent and pulling his shirt down.

But…

She let him do as he pleased. No amount of checking, poking, and prodding would erase the fact that he was perfectly fine. He looked human. He breathed, had blood, and his hair did not smell of flowers or fruits. But he did not feel human.

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Cyllene didn't know what to do when she saw him. Neither did Arezu. Cyllene was at least nice enough to give the man what he wanted, a trivial thing really. No matter. What goes up, must come down. What spins the earth, and what spins the sun, will spin forever more. The moon and Mars, what would they do without that?

Though…

What would up do without down?

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Ingo, to Zisu, was cool in a lot of ways. He could always climb up to the highest of trees and grab what he was aiming for. Sure, he would need help getting down, but it was cool nonetheless.

In battle, he was tough, always commanding his Pokémon with vigor and intellect, a style that matched well with an experienced battler. It was exciting and finally fun to fight someone at the same level. Well, maybe a bit higher than her, but she wouldn't admit that.

So when she asked him to put his all into a battle, she was blindsided by how fast she was defeated, even his Gliscor was surprised. Though the look on that Pokémon was more of terror, than she'd like to admit.

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Gaeric was glad he wasn't the only strong man in the Pearl Clan. The new warden's physique didn't show it, but boy was he strong! Rocks were like berries to him, logs like strands of hair! It was almost a bit scary how light everything was to Ingo, the way he would just grab things and not notice the weight. Ingo once said that Gaeric was like holding a couple grapes to him.

Lord Avalugg thought the same. The guy lifted him like a plate to grab a stray pokeball he dropped, and thought it none the wiser when he walked off.

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Palina was no good for her Lord. That she knew. She knew the same for Lady Sneasler, and her warden's Pokémon.

They were delightful, cheery Pokémon that followed every instruction to the T. They were swift and efficient, really useful might she add. But it all seemed off. Like they knew something no one else knew. Like something lurked beneath the shell that looked like a man, much like many of her comrades. She was a person made of far too many guarana plants, clustered together into a joke of a warden. Some, like Kamado, were forest children, the cluster of plants enough to spark life. And their two resident celestial beings were there from the start, brought on years before the idea of a plant was even beginning to form. But whatever Warden Ingo was, he was no joke.

Lady Snealser seemed more concerned with standing a little ways off of the man's side, slightly behind him, though it seemed he was looming over her instead. His Pokémon were fidgety and tense, but not in a hostile sense. They were tense in a way the entire region would be to outsiders, fearful, judgy, scared.

"They are not mine to keep," he once said to her, Palina's face flat with contempt. "I can't keep them, no matter how much they look at me like that.."

She hummed as a reply to the man passing her by without another word.

Whatever lurked under that skin, it was no good.

— — —

"Please plant many yacóns when you move to Unova," the new warden said to Lian.

"Why?" he replied.

"You'll get a child, much like how your father planted too many artichokes to get you."

Lian wasn't quite sure how he knew that.

— — —

Rei and Akari clung to the warden and the merchant. The two were just like them! With Volo, his eyes shined of wishing stars. With Ingo, his eyes were of something so important to the world, much like the children, that looking into them was like doing said thing! The children, of course, had their eyes shine of light, the rising sun, the flames of lanterns. Even when Akari burned in ash, she still dissipated into light, the ashes simply being from firewood.

She'll be back. She was too important to die. She was too intangible to.

Though Rei worried for Ingo. With how Ingo was, Rei was certain the man could feel the ashes burn into the sky, the screams echoing through the air, particles pushing to make way for the light's demise.

Oh well.

Many plants are perennial, but all that lives must fall at some point, unlike mere concepts like him. Ingo's brother must be laughing right now.

— — —

There was nothing Kamado could do when that thing uprooted him from the ground. A tree grows up, the roots grow down. They're supposed to live for ages, he thought, and snap to his fingers made him forget that.

— — —

Irida had no doubts when hiring Ingo as Lady Sneasler's warden. After all, the noble was the one who brought him in, saved him from the desolate cold. Or that's what she would like to think.

Ingo was floaty, in a sense. Everything seemed to get 10 times lighter while he was around. She knew he wasn't a gem like her, or a plant like Palina or Gaeric, or even Cogita, the furthest thing from either. Well, maybe he was sorta like Cogita, but there was something so off about him that made her reconsider.

Her reconsidering came at full speed when Ingo brought the Pearl Clan to their knees. They can't breathe, she thought, the air hot but not humid. Her wardens are standing stock, avoiding the man's gaze as he trekked forth.

The settlement itself floated in pieces, torn apart in the air whilst wind bellowed through her unchanging hull. The ground fragmented and rose along with it, merely hanging in the air like puppets on strings, all while what she thought was her warden had stared her strain in the eyes with glowing hatred.

"Let's see. Guarana, weasel snout, calabash gourds, and Jerusalem artichokes. What an interesting set of wardens, Miss Kai. The Diamond Clan have camellias, rice, silvergrass, and wasabi, with Mars for flavor."

She was trying to ignore all the pleas from her human clan members, the lungs breathing out but never in. They're choking, she thought.

Ingo was talking again. "How have you gotten so many humid plants to thrive in such a place I wonder? A pearl like you certainly can't keep them warm."

It's you, she thought in her mind. It's because of you.

She was not wrong in that regard. Ingo was always hot. No matter the time of day or season, he was always warm. When he joined, the Icelands just became a little more bearable, despite the fact that he kept his own company up on the mountain. Actually, whenever she visited, it was always usually warm. How come?

"You ain't human," Lian sneered.

"So? You aren't one either. Yet you let yourself bend to these nobles and humans." Ingo shrugged, the noble Pokémon who had come to try and save the settlement flinching. "But I suppose that's because you are plants. You must bend to them otherwise they will devour you. You are below humans in that regard. You are below Pokémon. What a shame. Even to you, Miss Kai."

Her wardens back up, trying to step over the humans that have long since passed out from suffocation, breaths short and quick.

"A gem like you is below them, all because they want to make jewelry out of you and Kongoseki. Oh, a diamond like him is of such good quality. No wonder he fears such a thing. Such a shame for your grandparents, taken to the moon to be Miss Shimaboshi's jewelry. She's awfully pretty, no?"

"And what about you then?" she barked. "Are you below them like us? Are you so far below us that we cannot even acknowledge your existence? You dare bring us down when we have brought ourselves far above them with our role? Who are you to say that mere plants and gems cannot be above humans!? You're not one either! You admitted it! So what are you!? Do you even remember it!?"

Her face cracked in layers, enamel from class over her skeleton that was not hers. What a joke she was to all pearls to give in like that, to let herself be so violently and unabashedly honest with her inhumanity. She would've rather been jewelry than face the rest of the like that. But that warden–

There was a moment of silence before a not smile cracked onto Ingo's face.

"Me? Below you? Miss Kai, please, know your concepts before you know your plants. You are a pearl, Kamado is a tree, Rei is light, and I am the concept of up." Ingo crossed his arms. "Though you must be mistaken with what I remember. I said I don't remember how I got here, not where I came from. Big difference."

"Y-you…" Oh, no wonder he was so nonchalant about it. He already knew where he was from and he had said before he wanted to go home. Then why..? "Why did you take the job?"

"I thought it would be fun of course. Letting fate run its course as it should, letting stuff happen because it was meant to. If my tracks are going to run long past you all to wait for my brother, I might as well have fun while doing it." He lolled his head to the side. "Your tracks are heading towards destruction though; that is an inevitability I cannot raise to new heights. Your prosperity, I can't control myself without my brother around after all."

He stepped a few points closer, the air burning into cold. "Miss Kai, I do say, I'm not one to judge, but a friend of mine asked me to. And dear, you have failed spectacularly, as did that commander, captain, and rival of yours. Your engines fail without a care whatsoever."

She saw them now, what everyone had been seeing but couldn't quite place. The inherent wrongness that came when gazing into his eyes, the inhuman quality of it. A little black triangle pointing up in place of where his irises were. He was the concept of up. Moving up, metaphorical up, life's ups to its downs, the very verb itself taking up the entirety of his being. Anything and everyone had used the verb at some point, that was why he could do the things he did. The clan's prosperity, her happiness even, it all led back to him, who had manipulated their fates, raising them to heights beyond her understanding, all to this very point. A mere pearl like her had done such a simple thing. To go up. To rise. As did Pokémon, humans, things, and plants! If everything used it, then where would they be without it?

"You…" She stumbled back as he marched forth. "You were never Lady Sneasler's warden were you?"

The concept laughed. "She knew far too well that I was above her."

— — —

Emmet was good friends with Volo, though when the man sent his brother back in time, that's where he drew the line.

The concept of wishing laughed at him. "Don't worry, he'll be back. He just needed to do something for me. You guys are immoral and regenerate anyway, so you don't have to worry about him dying."

He pouted. "Still, I miss him. It's been a year. Boo. How are Dawn and Lucas, by the way?"

"They're fine. Dawn's still a bit tense around fire but she's doing great. Oh, and Cogita told me to give you these cookies while I visited." Volo pulled a tin out of his bag and handed it to the conductor.

"Really? Thank you. She makes the best cookies. Yup!" Emmet set the tin aside and turned back to his friend. "How's little Cynthia doing? I'm not even sure how you're handling all that nandina."

"Oh, she's doing fine! All that heavenly bamboo was expensive but she popped out of it just fine! I got jealous of Cyllene growing Cyrus out of bishop wood so yeah. Cogita really loves her!" Volo beamed.

"Ah, Volo, you're here once more!" A loud voice rang past the duo's ears.

"Ingo!" In a flash, Emmet sprang from his seat and tackled his brother, Ibgo himself catching him and spinning him round. He set him down and Emmet recoiled a bit. "Blech. Brother, you stink, and you look like Thomas and friends ran you over."

"They do not have showers in Hisui."

"Hisui?" Emmet cooked his head. "Whatever. They have baths though. You always take those. Take lessons from Elesa."

Ingo mockingly scoffed. "Elesa takes so many baths because she is a tea. She'd dry up if she didn't. Honestly, it's still weird she lets us drink the water."

Volo jumped in. "People can be a tea?"

"Volo! Apologies for ignoring you! It's been a while." Ingo piped up, holding his brother's shoulders.

"Mm, yup. We accidentally showed her what the face of up and down looked like and she turned into a tea. Chamomile. Do not show what the concept of wishing is to any human," Emmet replied.

"Huh." Volo shrugged and turned to Ingo. "Oh well, did you do what I asked you to?"

"Oh of course I did! You were very nice in helping me. They were all so awful but Miss Akari was such a dear!" Ingo shoved his hands into his pockets. "Here."

In his palm were a few things: a pearl colored blue but iridescent, a Pentagon's diamond that was clear with a blue luster, a fragment of moonstone crumbling to dust, and a fragment of Rowan wood splintering.

"They put up quite a fight I must say."

"In battle?" His brother asked. "Oh, if only I was there. I would make them drop to their knees and elbows. Yup! All would bow to us, no difficulty!"

"No, but of course, such things are below me, as they are to you Emmet." Ingo clicked his tongue then turned the contents into Volo's hand. "It was quite bothersome, really."

"Of course brother."

— — —

Cogita smiled at the newcomer. A verb like him could do much more than just think.

#my art #pokemon legends of arceus #pla #pokemon ingo #ingo pokemon #horror #writing #this is around 3000 words? didnt think i had it in me #happy halloween #eldritch #eldritch horror #plants #fanfiction #fanfic #i recommend just reading this on ao3

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samitsays · 8 days

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He would've wanted it

Enter Logan, a well-built young man who is bleeding through his shirt.

Logan: Is anybody in there?

The door opens to reveal a rather fragile old woman. Undone hair and the looks of a maniac.

Old Lady: What do you want, young man?

Logan: I need shelter for the night. If you would be so kind…

Old Lady: Cut the crap, come on in.

Logan helped himself to a glass of water for the woman seemed rather distracted.

Logan: What ’cha knitting over there? A sweater?

Old Lady: I will be knitting your shroud right about now if you don’t shut that trap of yours.

Logan: WOAH! Easy, old lady. What’s the matter with you?

The lady didn’t speak and continued knitting.

Logan then began to clean the wound on his belly which had only gotten worse with time.

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Logan: Huh! What? Who’s there?

Old Lady: Wake up, Sinatra! We ought to pluck some flowers. You can sing in your sleep some other time.”

Logan: Have you completely lost your fucking mind, lady? Flowers? In this winter?

Old Lady: He would’ve wanted them. Come on, now.

Logan decided it was best not to speak and followed the lady’s steps. After about a mile of walking through the forest, the lady stopped in front of a majestic tree.

Logan: So… where are the flowers again?

Old Lady: Right there.

The lady pointed to the highest branch of the tree.

Logan: That’s a fucking mockingbird, you old hag!

Old Lady: Go up there and get me that flower, will Ya?

Logan: Wait, let me get this straight. You want an injured man to climb a fucking 60 feet tall tree and pluck you a flower that doesn’t exist?

Old Lady: Let me tell you something, punk. You are not going to find a house except mine, of course; In the 10-mile radius from here and you’ve got a wound which will take at least a week to heal. So, I want you to think, and I want you to think hard. Do you want to get me that flower, or do you not?

Logan stared at her face as he thought.

Logan: Alright. Let’s work out an arrangement. I get you the flower from this tree and I get to stay at your cottage till the winter ends.

Old Lady: Get me the damn flower and then we’ll talk.

At this point Logan was convinced that the woman was insane. The wind was harsh. He was not going to survive like this. The wound had started to bleed again. He gazed at his hands which were now shaking, his feet trembling.

Old Lady: Well, go on. Climb the fucking tree.

Logan looked her dead in the eye and then started his ascent but all he could think of was how he was supposed to give the woman a flower, when there were none on the tree.

Logan: Fuck it.

With utmost precision and silence he took a dagger out of his boot, he continued; determined to kill the mockingbird and give it to the old woman.

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Logan handed the old lady the dead mockingbird. His wounds had gotten worse.

Old Lady: Well done, ya’ fucking punk! Let’s go!”

Logan: Can we make this quick?

As they entered the cottage the old woman couldn’t contain herself. She ran to her room pulled open a drawer, took out an empty jar and gently placed the mockingbird inside of it.

Logan was watching all this while he tended to his wound and his face turned pale.

Old Lady: Well, I’m off. Got to go get me some firewood. He would’ve wanted it.

Logan: Huh? Yeah- ye- yes.

Logan heard the door close behind him and ran to the old lady’s bedroom. He pulled open the drawer only to find 5 more jars with dead mockingbirds inside of them.

Under it, he found an envelope which read -

“Dear, Grace.”

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Dear Grace,

I wouldn’t make it home this summer. They’re holding us back here. It seems like this war is never going to end.

My buddy Luke, we lost him to the yellow men. He died a nasty death. It keeps getting hard out here. I wish to see you soon and have that lovely dinner you promised me with the Chicken pot pie and the flowers.

Love, Charlie.

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The woman shouted as she walked in with a dead Racoon in her hand.

Grace: AY! Look what I found!

Logan stood right there, crying quietly with a gun in his hand.

Grace froze.

Grace: What do you think you’re doing, young man?

Logan: SHUT THE FUCK UP! CHARLIE WOULD’VE WANTED THIS! OKAY? HE WOULD’VE WANTED IT.

Grace: Huh, so now YOU know what my dead husband would’ve wanted?

Logan: DON’T YOU SEE IT? YOU’RE FUCKING LOSING IT, LADY!

Grace: Well, then shoot me.

Logan: I’M GOING TO.

His hands were trembling.

There was rage in his eyes.

Grace: Oh yeah? You ain’t got the balls for it.

Logan: I’LL BLOW YOUR FUCKING BRAINS OUT!”

Grace: DO IT. Put me out of my misery.

The gun was now in direct contact with the lady’s forehead. She was fearless.

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The curtain rolls as we see Grace, dead on the floor.

We move to kitchen to see Logan enjoying his dinner with the flowers of the dead Mockingjays and the Racoon chicken pot pie.

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THE END.

#grotesque #standoff #horror #gross #fiction #imaginative play

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makairodonx · 4 months

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Journey to the Island of Thule

10-year-old Bort and his 8-year-old sister Pika both lived together as orphans in the quaint town of Medellinberg, which stood upon a snowy desert surrounded by vast swathes of pine forest before the cragged Gates of the Far North. Their parents had once told them of a mystical island where an old king who had a great, white beard and long, red robes lived with a huge army of little elves who built wooden toys that he magically gave out to each and every child on Yuletide night…but strangely he was not coming these days…

And when Bort and Pika were just about 5 or 6 years old, their father and mother both perished in a deadly blizzard during their arduous trek to find the legendary island of Thule…But that would not stop the two, brave, determined siblings who had to fend for themselves for many months in order to survive from finding the mythical Island of Thule themselves.

So one night at the Winter Market, a place that the two siblings went for sightseeing, Bort and Pika tried to convince anyone standing at the little shops clustered around the towering Yuletide Tree to help them on their journey to find the legendary island.

“Can anyone help us find this island that lies in the far northern corners of this world?” Bort asked.

“Both of our parents have died in their journey to find it,” Pika cried, “And we don’t want to suffer the same fate as they!”

But alas no response ever came from the grownups towering above the heads of the two little children.

“So it looks like we’ll have to take the quest in our own hands,” Bort said. “And we must stay true to each other when no one else is willing to help us…”

With those words, the two siblings left the dimly-lit town and passed the Gates of the Far North under the cover of darkness. Soon they climbed the huge, snowy hills that loomed beyond the town, and plodded their way through the great pine woods. And it was there that Bort and Pika, with the had to be extra careful, since they spotted bright, yellow eyes glowing among the trees and were soon attacked by packs of hungry wolves,but soon the children were saved by a reindeer herder who allowed them to ride two of his animals, and he led them out of the pine forests and out into the vast, snowy desert that lay near the edges of the Great Northern Sea.

Bort and Pika were soon trodding across a great, white desert of ice and snow for weeks and weeks. They braved a terrible blizzard together, the same one that killed their parents a few years ago…but soon in the met a polar pear as they continued to trek across the snowy plain. “Kemu is my name,” he said to the children, “And I know all the glaciers and other landmarks of the Great Far North! So hop on my back, and I shall soon lead you all to where the Island of Thule truly is.”

So the bear took Bort and Pika across the vast desert of snow and ice, fed them walrus meat in order to fatten them up and keep them warm, and swam them across the great, frozen Northern Sea. And soon enough, under the green-and-red-and-purple flames of the Northern Lights which flickered across the starry night sky, Kemu at last he led the children to the island of Thule, which sat at the coldest and highest corner of the known world.

And in the middle of the frozen island the two children went to the palace of the Great King of Thule.

“Why were you not able to come out and give gifts to the children for this Yuletide night?” Pika said to him.

“It is because I’ve broke one of my legs in a sleigh accident,” said the Thule King, “and that was why I’m able to ride my sleigh tonight….”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Bort said. “At least my sister and happen to be the only children who’ve showed up at your palace…”

”And we’ll both give you a the biggest gift of all!” Said Pika.

The little girl and her older brother both gave the King of Thule a big hug, much to his to his joy, and soon the elves gathered around the siblings in a huge crowd and offered them a wide variety of their wooden toys and crafts.

“We ask not for any toys from you elves, if you will,” said Bort, “but for a button of your robe and two strands of hair from your long, white beard.”

“Sure you may, if that is your wish after all those weeks of fighting wolves and blizzards that you and your sister have had to endure to find my magical island realm!”The King of Thule smiled.

And thus, with much determination and perseverance, Bort and Pika were finally able to accomplish something that their deceased parents failed to achieve…and that was the mission to find the mythical Island of Thule.

#literary fiction #literature #holiday #christmas #fantasy

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cynettic · 3 years

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What about play hide and seek with Diluc, Childe, Kaeya and Zhongli with small s/o? Maybe fluffy

Summary - Playing hide and seek with Genshin characters, with the advantage of being short.

Pairings - Reader x Zhongli / Diluc / Kaeya / Childe

Warnings - None? Unless you’re still at that stage where you think kissing is gross :(

Penpal - I enjoyed this so much!!! Thank you for requesting, I hope you enjoyed it :)

A/N - I used to be a pro at hide and seek- but that’s probably cause I was a tiny thing as a child. I can’t fit into half the things I used to fit into lol. And bro- why does my autocorrect keep changing ‘crunchy’ into ‘crunchyroll.’ Like that doesn’t even make sense- it feels like it’s making fun of me :(

Hide and Seek with a Small S/O

Diluc

When you first mentioned it he didn’t hide his confusion.

The idea of playing a game he would play when he was younger made no sense to him, not until you revealed that you just wanted to drag him out of his desk and get him to do something else. ‘Anything’ else. Diluc was known for overworking and you swore that if he continued at this rate, you’d start to see grey hair.

“Grey hair?” He’d asked one time, hand reaching to tousle his red locks. “I wasn’t aware that working caused such side effects…” he flashed you a suspicious look, not entirely convinced. “Unless this just another one of your ploys to get me out of my office…?”

“Bingo,” you replied back with a smile, tugging at his arm. “Now cmon, come play hide and seek with me.”

And who was he to say no to his adorable s/o?

So he takes you by the arm, following along as you drag him to the centre of the manor. No one except the two of you are in the residence, maids gone for vacation, Elzer having head to Monstadt to help with the deliveries.

You tell him to count to 30.

When he covers his eyes with both hands and begins the countdown, you scurry upstairs, knowing fully well that he can hear the stairs cream underneath you. But that won’t matter.

Being small as you are, you can fit into tiny places without too much effort. So you find the bathroom cabinet, opening the doors and crawling inside. Towels and hygiene products accompany you in the darkness, and you press your knees to your chest.

You can hear Diluc slowly get up the stairs.

Actually, you can hear the soft thump of his footsteps wherever he goes. His room, your room, just until he opens the bathroom door.

You’re especially quiet as he opens the shower curtains, peeking in the tub and giving the room a quick look over. Shallow breaths as he slowly walks back to the door.

But just before he leaves the washroom, he pauses, your breaths the only audible thing as he stops. You know immediately that he found you when his footsteps walked back into the washroom, stopping right at the sink cabinets.

Oh well, he isn’t the darknight hero for nothing.

————

“Y/n?”

The cabinets door open slowly, the sudden light blinding you for a moment before you could focus back on the redhead in front of you. He’s crouched down, height still giving him a good head above the sink anyway. He lowers his figure to fully face you, chuckle slipping out of his lips at the sight of you huddled against the cramped area.

Without speaking, he instead reaches his hand to tug you out of the darkness of the cabinet. Hand against the small of your back as he pushes you towards him, till you were pressed against his chest. You bury your face into his shoulder, huffing in disappointment.

“What gave it away? I was being so quiet too…”

He rubbed his thumb across the skin of your back, slowly standing up with you in one hand. “I believe I’m a much greater listener than you give me credit for.” When he stands you up on both feet, you rub your eyes, still adjusting to the light.

“Alright,” you put both hands on the sink behind you, leaning back. “Your turn then? I’ll give you thirty seconds from up here, that should be enough.”

Raising an eyebrow, he quickly shakes his head. “I’m afraid my height would give me away in a matter of seconds love.” You open your mouth to disagree, there were plenty more spots- “But I won’t be heading back to work either, I do believe my rest is long due.” He laces your hand in his, soft sigh as he encases your small palm against his. It was comforting to be able to slide his fingers into yours, small enough to make him want to shield your body from everything all together. Keep you protected in his arms as your hands clenched the fabric of his jacket. “What do you say about resting bed then, together?”

———

Kaeya

A tad confused like Diluc at the start, but less stubborn when you insist on playing it with him.

He too works a lot, and if not buried in paperwork, he’s off doing missions outside or providing help to Monstadt residents. And when he’s off work, he wants to he’s still the tavern and drink till he drops, a habit he’s put to a stop for you, but still does on the certain occasion.

So when you ask, he can’t really say no. Besides, the idea does sound fun to a degree, why not give it a go?

“Make sure to find a good spot,” he whispers into your ear as the two of you walk along the bridge. “I’m afraid I’m a terribly good seeker, you don’t want the round to end too quickly do you?”

“Don’t get too cocky,” you hummed back with a grin. “You’ll end up eating your words.”

On a side note, you scare Timmie’s pigeons away and he yells at you.

You both walk to the Whispering Woods, a suggestion made by you. Settling at the start of the trail, you tell Kaeya to give you about a minute at the very least.

“And count slow,” you clarify with accusatory eyes. “No cheating.”

With a smirk, he begins to count, facing the other way as you scurry into the forest. Being as small as you are, you could easily creep into a log or bush, or climb a tree if you really wanted. So you settled with a tree, finding the highest one with the most branches and leaves to keep you cover.

It didn’t take you long to get up.

Clawing your way while using the branches as leverage, eventually hoisted your body up into one of the tallest branches. It was only then that you let yourself relax, looking down in search of Kaeya if he’d begun searching.

He checked ‘everywhere.’

Extremely detail oriented, he knew you were small enough to hide yourself in the smallest crevices. So he looked and looked, and you could only watch from your high position in the tree, giggling at his slight frustration.

It was only when he leaned against the tree that you knew he’d found you, peering up to give you a small smile.

“Oh~? And how’d you get yourself up there-?”

———

“I know how to climb a tree,” you stated back, rolling your eyes. “Took you so long too, thought I was gonna fall asleep.”

At his pout, you began to climb down. Branches scratching your arms as you made sure you were secure with every step you took. Nothing painful, but tedious when you were being so careful not to slip and fall.

“The woods have lots of hiding spots,” Kaeya defensively stated back, eyes tracking your movements. “Do you expect me to have checked all the trees in a matter of seconds…?”

You snickered, “Yeah. You kinda are the cavalry captain yknow.” A joke of course, Kaeya was already comfortable enough around you to reveal his insecurities and let you past his confident demeanour. He knew you didn’t expect anything from him, especially not as his title in the Favonius Knights.

But before he could retort back, your leg skimmed past one of the branches, hand grip not firm enough to keep you from falling. You were airborne for a moment before your arm hit one of the branches, pushing it away from your head as you were sent tumbling to the ground.

Kaeya cursed before quickly catching you from his position under the tree, hands catching your waist and easily pulling you to his chest bridal style. Your small figure pressed up against him, head on his shoulder as you blinked past the shock.

“Ouch.”

Letting out a relieved sigh, he gently set you down to the ground, crouching to scan your form. There were various scratches, none of them bleeding along the line of your shoulder.

His big hands still held you by the shoulders, eyes trailing along the bruise on your arm from the fall. He frowned, not hiding his disdain at the newfound injury. Gently, he cradled your arm in both his hands, brushing his thumb across the red splotch that would no doubt fade into an ugly purple and blue.

“It’s fine,” you reassured to his pensive eyes. “It’s a bruise, my fault for slipping anyways.”

He seemed unconvinced, but helped pull you up when knowing he couldn’t do anything. Not here. “Alright then, let’s get you back, Barbara will be able to patch it up in no time.” You nodded, walking alongside him down the trail. “Do you need me to carry you?”

“Ha- as if. If anyone needs to be carried, it’s you and your pride. I still can’t believe you took that long to find me.”

“My- and who said my pride took a hit from that?” But he played along with your jest, keeping one hand securely around your shoulder. “My my, such a caring individual you are. I might just take you up on that offer to carry me then.”

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Childe

Bro- this guy would’ve been the one to ask ‘you.’

He probably got the idea on one of Teucer’s visits, persuading you and him to join the younger boy in a game of hide and seek. And even if it had taken the younger boy quite a bit to find both you and Childe hidden in the closet piled with clothes, it had entertained you all.

So it doesn’t come unexpected that he tugs you by the arm, gesturing to the crisp cool air of Liyue, tall imposing buildings lightened by the street lamps.

“Oh cmon Y/n, one game?”

He’d just gotten back from work, and you who’d finished your work much earlier had been waiting around for him to get back. Settling on a night walk, you weren’t surprised he proposed the idea.

“Hm? Fine, but you’re the seeker.” Your gaze slid along the buildings, small crevices and alleyways just waiting for you to sneak in. The night air coupled along with the dead silence gave you a thrill, you might actually enjoy this.

“Fine by me! I’m giving you thirty seconds.”

Scoffing, you push your shoulder against his arm. “No way, you’re give me more than that. I’m finding a good spot and I sure need more than thirty seconds in the ‘entirety’ of Liyue Port to find somewhere.”

He had no choice but to nod along, a smile forming at the idea. “I’m going to find you anyway, but sure, go and have your try at it. Let’s see how long it takes me.”

You take up the challenge, running quickly through the streets of Liyue as you attempt to find a place.

Being small, and having so many options to hide, you figured you should find someplace Childe ‘couldn’t’ get into.

Just to see the look on his face-

Luckily for you, there’s a little stretch right between buildings with a tiny cramped up space. It’s too small to call it an alleyway, but once inside it stretches up a tad bit more.

Maybe you’re claustrophobic, maybe you’re not, but you settle on going in there just for the sole purpose of mocking Childe.

By the time you’ve fully crept inside, you could only guess that he’d stopped counting. It took a while, but eventually you heard the soft sound of footsteps against gravel, crunching the rocks on its path.

When he made it to the alleyway, he peeked into the darkness, greeting you with a smirk.

“Found you.”

———

You found yourself smiling back sweetly at him, tilting your head to the side when you said, “Ah, well you do have to tag the hider you know. That’s how we played it with Teucer~” you put your hands up innocently, watching his eyes furrow in confusion. “Oh come on, you found me, tagging me should be the easy part.”

So Childe of course tried to squeeze in the little crevice, grunting when he couldn’t fit in at all. A scornful look of frustration crept onto his face as he tried and tried again to at least get his reach to you-

“I’m enjoying the view, but hurry it up would you? You told me you’d win in no time.”

He only grew more visibly frustrated at your comment, pulling out to try new tactics. He found he couldn’t reach you by hand, and when he used one of his water swords to try to drag you to him, you kicked it away.

“You’ll scratch me!”

“I’ll be careful I swear-“

Nevertheless, Childe soon grew discouraged after nothing worked. He contemplated teleporting in there with his hydro vision… but he didn’t want to know what would get squashed if he took the chance.

He summoned his water swords again, swinging them around in his hand menacingly as he stared down. “Well,” he drawled, watching it be your turn to give him a confusing stare. “If I can’t reach you by hand, guess I’ll just have to cut my way through.”

“Huh?! But these are buildings, you can’t just-“

“Oh yes I can. I most certainly can, and believe me when I say I ‘will.’” He paused to flash you a grin, teeth gleaming against the streetlights in contrast to the dark. He stared at you as if you were prey, sending a shiver up your spine as he assumed the role of predator. “Unless you get out.”

You really had no choice, not when it came to either that or destroying buildings for your sake. And even if he was joking, which you were sure he was, you didn’t want to risk it.

“Ugh, fine you cheater.”

“Who said threats weren’t allowed?”

You only stuck your tongue out at him, getting out of the little crevice. What you didn’t expect was for him to pick you up straight after, swinging you in his arms like you would a baby. He pressed a sly kiss to your cheek, content with the way you swung your legs to break free.

When he didn’t give in to your struggles, you simply laid back, groaning. “Archons… so persistent.”

He just pressed a kiss to your lips, carrying you all the way back home and successfully shutting you up.

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Zhongli

He can join Diluc and Kaeya in the confusion. But 10x worse.

First of all, despite having lived for so long, he’s probably never even heard of it. Would grasp the concept quick, but he’s never heard it called as ‘Hide n Seek.’

But alas, if you want to play it, consider him in. He’s willing as long as it doesn’t endanger you in any way. And honestly? He could use a little fun and games once in a while, especially with you <3

Give him a rundown of the game a few times and you’re set. As per location wise, please do it at the Funeral Parlour.

And even if Hu Tao is there, she’d probably join in :)

On the occasion that she wasn’t, and you were leaning over Zhongli’s desk and staring down at the paperwork he was filling, it won’t be too hard to convince him.

“Please? It’s a small break from your work, I’ll even help you with it after!”

Zhongli scrutinized your face, quill in his hand on hold as he stayed pensive. “I… suppose.” He settled, looking around the room. “But are you sure you’ll be able to find such a spot here? It’s a rather small area.”

You only grinned back, “Trust me.”

And he did, closing his eyes and counting out loud like you asked him to. You trusted him not to cheat, hence why you kept the countdown at 30 seconds, and didn’t force his hands on his eyes.

And well… you were small, which really only meant one thing.

Closet.

But it wasn’t your typical grand closet. No, it was filled with cabinets and little slots for paper and such. Which meant that you could fit in one of the bottom cabinets of you laid down. So being careful with the closet door so that it wasn’t audible to his ears, you laid down into the darkness, closing it up.

Waiting for Zhongli to finish counting, you slowed your breathing, waiting. He walked around the room aimlessly, and it wasn’t too long till he opened the closet doors.

You again were on the bottom shelf of a walk in closet, so he would have to kneel down to even see you.

But he did something you didn’t expect.

The closet doors shut, leaving you both in darkness.

———

The wood planks brushed up against your back, scratching your shirt as you stayed utterly motionless in an act to conceal your location. But in the darkness, you couldn’t see anything and were completely at the disadvantage.

You heard the floor creak beneath you, flinching when it came closer to your spot. You froze, hoping that it was just a coincidence and that he would step out of the closet soon after.

But instead you were greeted by the sensation of lips against your own.

Mind going completely and utterly blank, it took you a second to realize that Zhongli had knelt down to press a quick kiss to your lips. He hadn’t even tried to scare you or tap you to get the deed done. Instead he had taken his careful time to fluster you.

“Zhongli,” You breathed, slowly bringing the rest of your body out of the tiny space. “How- what…”

You couldn’t see him in the darkness, only feel the sensation of his hand glide across your neck to tousle your hair affectionately. He pulled you to another kiss to stop your voice, cupping your small body into his arms and pressing you against him.

“How could I resist?” He simply answered into your ear, a low growl that tremored through your body. “Hu Tao is gone, and I haven’t gotten to kiss you in forever.”

“You could’ve just asked you dolt…”

But you pressed in against him for another kiss anyways, smiling at the way his hands came to cradle your back. How he had to lean down to press his lips against yours, position almost predatory against your body.

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Kinktober Day 22: Zombie (Voracious)

Day 22: Zombie Title: Voracious Word Count: 2.6k Warnings: Noncon, necrophilia (cause zombie), predator/prey, biting, marking, blood play, yandere Note: Thank you so much to @thewheezingwyvern who is always down to help me without batting an eye when I go “so, zombie plague...what are some good symptoms? And yes, the zombie is going to fuck you.” Also, for the love of everything that is unholy, please mind the warnings. Do not read the fic and come to me to tell me how disgusting it was. Trust me, I know. :)

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The country of Japan is dead. Or at least close enough that the distinction doesn’t matter.

Several months ago, an aggressive virus leaked from a quirk research facility and spread through the population like wildfire. Nobody was informed about what was going on, and nobody was warned when the virus first began to hit the cities. Officials kept it as quiet as possible, hoping to contain the spread before it got out of control. And before anyone knew how big of a mistake they had made.

But it was far too late for any sort of containment. The virus already spread fast in a lab environment, and it was even faster as it tore through an unprepared population.

The first sign of contracting the virus is tiredness and body aches. The infected simply thought they caught a minor illness, and they continued their business as usual, expecting it to go away on its own. But as the virus continues to spread through their body, the tissues start to die and they develop intense fevers and headaches. By the time the infection makes its way to the brain, confusion and outright delirium has begun to occur.

The infected are wild by this point, feral to the point of attacking, biting, and eating the uninfected. The ones who were bitten and survived had the site of their wound swell and turn agonizing to the touch, and they would suffer the same progression as the other infected.

The final stage is always the same though. Once the black rot of plague starts appearing on your skin and spreading like the branches of a tree, it’s too late.

The worst part is that the infected still have use of their quirks, and the devastation has been immense. Super powered heroes and villains with their minds rotting and decaying from infection, losing the ability to distinguish friend from foe. In some areas, the casualties were even worse from fighting than they were from the virus itself.

Somehow, you have managed to keep yourself alive and stay away from the worst in-fighting and the areas with the highest concentration of infected. Still though, it is a surprise to you. You’re simply a quirkless nobody with no way to defend yourself.

You have seen so many better, stronger people die right in front of you, leaving you forced to continue on alone.

You sigh as you scavenge through an old building that was once a store, looking for more supplies. Yours are dangerously low, and your dry mouth and grumbling stomach tells you that you need to find something quickly, before you become too weak to continue on.

You practically jump out of your skin when you hear the banging of items hitting the ground from deeper within the store. It might be survivors, or it might be the infected. The thought briefly occurs to you that you need to check to make sure, but you quickly shake it away.

Survivors or not, you didn’t come this far by being careless. But as you inch quietly towards the exit, you see a flash of red eyes from within the darkness as something emerges.

No, not something. Someone.

One of the infected.

It’s clear that he’s in the late stages of infection, the black rot spreading out through his body, but most notably his left leg which he drags limply. He’s wearing what are essentially black rags that flow out from behind him, leaving his chest bare so that you can see more of the black spiderwebs of rot twining outwards.

His eyes zoom in on you, narrowing slightly as you stand there frozen in fear. Neither of you moves for what feels like hours, but is really mere seconds. You break out of your trance first, turning on your heel and running for the door. The infected pursues you instantly, jumping over a table rather than running around it to save time. The move is a sign of intelligence that instantly fills you with dread. By this stage, the infected are usually too confused and delirious to remember such things.

You make it to the door with him hot on your heels. You’ve always considered yourself a fast runner, especially lately, but this is an entirely different story. He’s fast, too fast. The infected are not supposed to be like this, especially not with a bad leg. But yet he is quickly catching up to you as you dart through streets you know so well.

You realize that your only chance is to lose him somehow, as you’re never going to be able to outrun him. Your breath is coming in harsh pants already, a stitch burning in your side as you make a sharp, desperate right turn into an alleyway.

An alleyway with a dead end.

This area was clear just a week ago, but now it looks like an infected hero or villain used their quirk to collapse both buildings in the area, causing massive chunks of cement and debris to block the road out. There is no way to climb over the rubble and no handholds or stairs to use to climb up the buildings. You’re completely trapped.

You whirl around quickly, hoping to get out before the infected catches up with you. But you’re too late. He’s already standing at the entrance of the alley, staring you down with heated red eyes. A sharp burst of awareness fills you as you realize exactly who this is. The leader of the League of Villains, Shigaraki Tomura, whose whereabouts have been speculated on for weeks along with the rest of his villain group.

No wonder he’s so fast and so dangerous. The infected retain some level of awareness and ability from the time before, and Shigaraki was one of the most deadly villains in the country.

And if the way he’s acting towards you is any indication, he still is.

You take a step back. He takes a step forward. Another step back. Another step forward. You scan through your chances of getting out of this alive and uninfected, but your mind comes up with nothing.

Your back hits a wall abruptly, and in your split second distraction, the infected is on you. You’re pulled roughly to the ground, hands barely breaking your fall as you land on your front. This is it, you think to yourself, I’m about to be eaten. All this time of running away, of watching people you care about die, all for nothing.

You can’t stop yourself from trembling as you try to brace for the pain of being devoured. But instead, he leans down and buries his face into your neck, sniffing the skin deeply as he pushes your body further onto the ground. His hips are bucking against the curve of your ass, and with dawning horror, you realize exactly what the hard bulge in his pants is.

He grabs your pants and you watch as decay overtakes them and dissolves them into ash. He decays your shirt and bra next, leaving you bare from the waist up and shivering from the cold of his body pressed against you. You’re too scared to move, too scared to do anything.

But when he reaches for your panties, that’s when your paralysis finally breaks and fear takes over. You try to lift yourself up from the ground to run, only to hear a snarl as teeth sink into the flesh of your neck.

You go limp with a choked sob, losing any and all desire to try and get away. It’s all over now. That one single moment has doomed you to infection and madness. The pain of the bite is nothing compared to the despair you feel.

He lets out a pleased hum at your sudden obedience, pulling your panties aside as you feel something cold and hard prodding at your entrance. You barely have time to comprehend what’s happening before your pussy is filled with one sharp thrust of the creature’s hips. The infected aren’t supposed to do this, aren’t supposed to have these urges, you think wildly to yourself. This can’t be happening, it’s not possible.. But it is happening. You’re being taken by this creature like a wild animal in a back alley.

And then he is moving, hips slapping against your ass as his throbbing length pounds into you. There is no gentleness, no precision, just deep, feral thrusts that have you unwillingly clenching. He’s thicker than you’re used to, and the pain of your muscles stretching around him causes you to whine from the back of your throat.

This shouldn’t feel good. You should be horrified, disgusted. You should be fighting tooth and nail to get away, even though it’s hopeless since you’re already infected. But the cold of his cock pressing against your warm walls has your head spinning from the contrast.

He hits a soft, spongy spot inside of you, and you let out a squeal as your stomach tightens. The teeth are removed from your neck, only to bite down in another spot on the other side. He ruthlessly breaks skin, causing blood to run down your front and drip onto the pavement below.

Your body feels like it’s on fire, everything so overly sensitive as his cock forces your walls to stretch open even further as he gets rougher. The hands gripping your hips feel warmer than they were before, fingers digging hard enough into your skin to create bruises. The grunts and groans leaving his throat are positively lewd, and he takes his mouth away only to bite down in between your shoulder blades.

Your scream echoes through the alley as the teeth penetrate flesh, his tongue lapping at the bite and taking deep swallows of your blood. You try to imagine yourself somewhere else, anywhere else so that you don’t think of the pressure building up inside of you and the pain from the throbbing bites now decorating you.

Your nails dig hard into the cement below you as you try to ground yourself and ignore what’s happening, but Shigaraki doesn’t seem to appreciate that at all. He smacks his hand hard against your ass, keeping his pinky raised delicately off your skin in a way that has you worried about his level of awareness.

Now that your attention is firmly back on him, he bites the back of your neck, and you can’t stop the howl that leaves your throat when you feel your skin break, or the orgasm that wracks your body as you feel blood trail down the column of your neck and down in between your breasts.

Tears run down your face as humiliation burns through you, the shame of cumming around this infected villain’s cock almost too much to bear. Almost worse than the fact that you’ll soon be just like him.

“M-m-m - “

Your eyes widen as you glance behind you, seeing the infected concentrating hard as he tries to get words out. He’s stopped thrusting, as if he’s trying to focus entirely on whatever he wants to say. As he opens his mouth, you see his teeth stained with your blood and the sight shoots straight to your core.

“M-m-mine,” he finally manages to stutter out, “mine.” He forces your head down onto the pavement as he begins to ruthlessly pound into you. The infected don’t speak, they’re not supposed to speak -

“Mine,” he snarls, almost as if he heard your thoughts and is trying to prove you wrong.

You’re oversensitive and wet from your previous orgasm, allowing him to fuck you deeply, hitting your cervix with every thrust. You can feel your pussy dripping your juices all over his cock, and the wet squelching noises that fill the alleyway has you shaking with embarrassment.

“Mine, mine mine,” he chants as he bites again and again, each time pausing long enough to take gulps of your blood. Your head is spinning, lightheadedness from blood loss overtaking you. The ground below you has puddles of your own blood where it drips down, and you briefly think that maybe you really will be eaten right here and now instead of being infected and left to wander.

His hand comes in between your bodies to stroke tight circles against your swollen clit as he chuckles deeply into your ear. “Mine,” he whispers darkly. “Why else would I stumble across the cure for the plague if you weren’t meant to be mine?”

Cure for the plague? That’s not possible, there’s no cure for the plague, and you’re completely quirkless -

He bites down one last time, sinking his teeth into the back of your neck and holding you there like a dog refusing to let go of a bone. You realize why immediately when he groans into your heated skin, warmth spreading through your core as he shoots hot ropes of cum directly against your cervix. The pain of his teeth buried into your flesh has you thrown over the edge as well, legs trembling and eyes rolling into the back of your head.

He removes his teeth from your neck once he’s emptied himself inside of you, letting you go as you collapse onto the ground. You roll over enough to meet his eyes, seeing sharp intelligence and contemplation. The black rot is quickly disappearing, color returning to his skin. Within no time at all, you can no longer tell he was ever infected.

“How - I don’t - I’m quirkless - “

“No, you’re not.” He states it matter of factly, as if it was already known. “You have a quirk, it just didn’t have a purpose until the plague. Your blood carries the cure.”

You consider everything that happened, realizing that the more blood he drank, the more human he seemed. The faster the infection was being cured. He snorts at the look of disbelief and then understanding on your face. “With you on my side, I can remake society exactly the way that I want.”

“I am not on your fucking side! You’re a villain who just - “ You can’t even bring yourself to finish the sentence, but Shigaraki has no issues doing it for you.

“A villain who just fucked you and got you off? Such a dirty girl, getting off around infected cock.”

Your face heats up and you instantly glance away, drawing another chuckle from his throat. “I won’t help you,” you say stubbornly, ignoring his previous words.

“Who said I was giving you a choice?” His fingers dig into your arm as he pulls you off the ground. “You belong to me now, and I’m going to do whatever the fuck I want with you. Just think about the power I have now. I control who stays infected and who gets cured. No more hero society.” His voice has taken on an excited, almost manic tone as he considers the possibilities.

“Are you - are you going to let them do what you just did?” You whisper quietly, a single tear running down your face at being used the same way by other people.

He instantly scowls at you. “Of course not.”

You perk up just a bit, until you hear his next words.

“I’ll let you be a blood bag, but for everything else - you’re mine. And I don’t like to share.” He begins to drag you back the way that you came, walking with purpose.

“Now come along. We have so much work to do.”

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dreamingofaizawa · 3 years

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Powerful Ch. 1

Yakuza! Shouta Aizawa x Fem! Reader

*Mafia AU* Quirkless as well

Warnings: Arranged (sort of) marriage, brief mention of champagne, mentions of violence (nothing too specific). In later chapters: Probably smut

Word Count: 3.4 k

Author’s Note: ALRIGHTY here we go. I just had a fixation on Mafia AUs and, of course, it’s Shouta. What else did you expect? I’m a sucker for arranged relationships. Also he’s a little ooc in here, more confident, more ‘I want it I got it’. Hey, he’s the most powerful man in Japan, might as well have him act like it right? Anywho, I have no clue how many chapters this’ll end up being. Let’s just say this is ongoing for now.

Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4

Enjoy~

25 years old and you haven’t been married off yet. This was strategic on your father’s part. As a rather low-ranking clan he’d purposely saved you, his eldest daughter, for marrying into a higher ranked clan. You’d bring immense honor to the family name. If only you’d known what you were getting into, maybe you could have been better prepared for your world to flip on its head.

The black velvet gown you wear is tailored perfectly to your form, accentuating every curve and dip on your body. The skirt fanned out around you gracefully and a short train trailed behind you as you stepped through the grand doors of the massive mansion. Tonight is the annual celebratory ball, held to celebrate successful unions and achievements. This one was particularly special, you just didn’t quite know it yet.

Since the event wasn’t mandatory, you were told to go in alone as a representative of your clan, while Mother and Father attended to more important matters. Before you even stepped in you fixed your posture and schooled your expression, keeping your form humbled. Heavens know what could happen should you irk the wrong clan.

Inside you were met with an onslaught of mixed everything, mixed drinks and colors and styles. Some wore traditional Japanese kimono, others more modern versions of the garment and others, like you, wearing more extravagant european or western style clothing. Though a rather interesting mix, nothing quite clashed which you were slightly grateful for, since there was no possible way you could make it through the night without a headache if there was an unpleasant mix of visuals.

You strode through and instantly met several lower clan heads that you respectfully bowed to and engaged in pleasant small talk with, moving from person to person, couple to couple and paying respects to all of them. You kept a small smile, a pleasant facade as you waltzed over the hardwood flooring. It took almost two hours of endless conversation before you managed to catch a break in the madness, snatching a small flute of champagne from a waiter and leaning up against a wall for a breath.

You still hadn’t noticed the pair of dark eyes that studied you from the moment you arrived.

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You struck him as intriguing at first. From the moment you walked over the threshold his eyes drank you in, studying you, observing and judging just as he had with many other women before you. No one here knows it, but the man is looking for a bride. Someone who could stand by his side,improve and uphold his image, help him wield the power that is the Yakuza. Yes, rank is important, but Shouta is too picky to care about rank. He is looking for a specific type of woman, one that can hold untold depths of power without crumbling under the pressure or getting swept up in the rush of it all.

A woman, he decides, like you.

You held yourself with grace, pride and humility. You seemed to understand your position, your probable low rank, while also not undermining your importance nor worth. A woman like you is hard to come by in this world, most just as power hungry and ruthless and greedy as their husbands, all while putting up a cotton candy sweet mask and using it to disguise their conniving ways.

But in truth, that’s what it took to live this kind of life, isn’t it?

It was clear you knew that, while still managing to feel genuine in everything you did, even with an action as simple as sipping champagne. At the same time he can’t deny you are quite beautiful, soft lips and softer eyes, fingers gently grasping your glass with unmatched elegance and an unwavering strength in your posture. You’d bowed before many this evening, and yet you stood taller than even the highest ranking clan heads without challenging a single one of them. Bamboo in this forest of tall, unyielding trees. Capable of wielding so much power.

For a split second his mind wandered to other things, filthy moments shared in the privacy of his chambers, shared breaths and shimmering sweaty skin. He wondered what you would be like underneath him, if you would be a brat or willingly submit yourself to him. He hopes it to be the latter, but wouldn’t completely deny the chance to tame someone difficult. How would you look pinned under his weight, completely helpless to his hands that have killed and tortured? Would you claw at his shoulders or grip the sheets instead? What would you sound like? Your image plagued his mind even if only for a moment.

He’d studied many women over the few hours since the event started, none of them giving him a good enough first impression for him to continue watching further than a minute. There was no question in his mind now. You’d be returning home with him tonight.

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You had just finished your drink and set the empty glass on a passing waiter’s tray when suddenly the ballroom fell extremely silent. All heads turned, eyes focused on the man that began his descent from the balcony overlooking the floor. He’s gorgeous, long black hair pulled into a low bun and exposing the light scruff on his chin and impossibly sharp jaw, a deep scar curved under his right eye. The full black satin suit is fitted to his form, strong shoulders and rolling muscle evident even under the thick materials. Ink peeked over the collar, a hint at what was definitely intricate sleeves and detailed artwork. His steps were measured, calculated and purposeful as he made his way down and across the floor, the entire room bowing down at his presence.

You know who he is, as does every person here. Top rung of the ladder, Oyabun of the most powerful clan in Japan, his name widely known through the entire organization and yet almost never spoken. Shouta Aizawa, a name both respected and feared, holding unknown power and strength. His reputation is enough to make anyone feel small in his presence, known for his cold demeanor and the violence he’d committed, many losing their fingers, loved ones, and their own lives for misdeeds against him. He’d done most of that himself, marking him as a very dangerous man to be involved with, and an ally everyone wanted backing them.

You bowed down respectfully just as everyone else did, waiting patiently for a release, whether it was from the man himself or a collective understanding that it was alright to rise once again. The former was the first to come to fruition, though you didn’t expect him to be so close to you as he said it. Your eyes met with sharp onyx as you fixed yourself upright. It made you freeze in place, not quite tense, not quite relaxed, your expression hopefully not showing the utter shock you were feeling.

“What is your name?” You blinked only once before your mind caught up, and you willed your voice steady as you responded. What had you done to piss him off? What punishment awaited you for what you didn’t know you’d done? Despite fearing what may come, you don’t dare speak out of turn, even to beg for your life. His next words were addressed to the entire ballroom, you included, his smooth, deep voice booming out and yet somehow not loud at all.

“Any transgression against this woman is a transgression against me. As my future wife she is untouchable, and will remain that way until I explicitly state otherwise.” A collective hushed gasp sounded through the massive hall, your own eyes growing wide and your heart damn near stopping as your brain dissected the information. He just made you his fiance, with no warning, no hesitation, and full confidence. You are now engaged to the most powerful man in Japan, and you have exactly zero say in the matter. Really though, you never expected to be able to voice any opinions considering the patriarchy of the organization, so that bit of shock was quickly overlooked.

“It’s time to retire, little one.” His hand was held out to you, waiting for your own. You blinked, deciding it was best that you saved your shock for later you focused on the here and now and what to do in this moment. Taking a breath, you schooled your face into a pleasant smile and placed your hand in his waiting palm, allowing him to tuck you into his side as you both walked out the front doors and climbed into a black limouzine.

You didn’t allow yourself to relax, sitting silently next to the man as trees and telephone poles whizzed by the vehicle. It was tense, to say the least, his hand possessively sat on your knee as his eyes remained fixed in front of him and yours did the same. Neither of you talked, you slightly out of fear, of respect, and slightly out of sheer shock, your mind just barely able to keep itself together. He remained silent for a purpose. He would talk when you were alone, or when he felt like talking. Which isn’t right now.

You let your mind whirl a bit, worrying about what this meant for you. Worrying about how this powerful man would treat you, how he acted behind closed doors and if he even cared about you or what you might have to say. It’s nerve-wracking, suddenly bound to a power such as him, not knowing what could happen next, not knowing what to do next. There was nothing that could have prepared you for this.

The car slowed as it pulled up to the gate of the enormous estate, shaking you out of your thoughts, and once it opened the drive to the main house took nearly five minutes on its own. It’s a modern home, several stories tall with the top clearly penthouse-style with a full glass wall that overlooks the landscape, the rest of the huge inner home hidden behind crisp walls.

At a full stop, a man opens the door for you, the Oyabun having already exited and held a hand out for you to grab once again, strong muscles pulling you up with ease and leading you through the building and into an elevator. The silence is stifling as you wait for the machine to come to a stop, the soft chime indicating you’ve landed.

Now you’re completely alone with him.

He leads you in and stops in the center of the large main room, stepping away and turning his scrutinizing gaze onto you. You do your best not to tense in front of him, not to show fear, partially for his comfort though you’re sure he’s used to it. His shoes clack softly, rhythmically on the polished wood floor as he begins to circle you, like a predator eyeing its prey, eyes burning paths up and down your form. You barely keep from squirming under his intense gaze, managing to keep still from sheer willpower. He stops suddenly behind you and you feel his warmth as he leans in close before a hand presses into your mid back and another gently grasps your shoulder, gently making you straighten even more, stand even taller.

Once he’s satisfied with your posture he rounds you and tilts your chin just a tad higher with a hooked finger. He’s silent as he shapes you, adjusting your body to his liking. You let him tenderly push and tug, grab and knead and trail those deadly fingers over you until he stops before you, studying you once again.

“You’re my fiance now. You will hold yourself as such, radiate power as I do and command the attention of a room with only a glance.” The reminder of just what was happening made your breath stutter a little, and his hand came up to grasp your chin, making you look up into his dark eyes.

“You will learn, little one, to be the powerful woman I see.” He was so close, the heat from his body rolling over your skin and his breaths fanning over your face. Then he was walking away, motioning for you to follow as he led you to his chambers and bathroom to get cleaned up. You’d be sleeping with him from now on, he said, handing you a robe to change into after you’ve bathed and guiding you into the bathroom before closing the door and leaving you alone with your thoughts as you set to cleaning yourself.

Given you don’t screw things up, you are going to be the most powerful woman in Japan, solely because of a sudden arranged marriage dropped seemingly from out of nowhere. But the longer you think about it, it isn’t really out of nowhere is it? The Oyabun is 30 now, and until tonight hadn’t named a wife, nor any love interests, and therefore no possible heirs. If the man were to die for any reason, those chances only increasing the older he gets, the power vacuum his absence would create would be absolute madness. You’re part of a strategy, just as before. Just as always.

Yet there was no denying he’d struck something inside you. Of all the women in that hall he approached you, a woman he didn’t know from a low ranked clan, for reasons you could only barely begin to guess. He’d called you powerful earlier, the sincerity in his voice making your mind spin. Did he really see you as powerful? And the name he’d used for you felt far too tender on the tongue of such a dangerous man, though you understood the nod toward your previous rank.

Father and Mother must be either confused, shocked, or overflowing with joy right about now. Confused as to why you haven’t returned, shocked, happy, or both at the news had they learned it. With your mind processing everything, your body finally begins to feel fatigued.

You shut off the water before drying yourself, patting your hair in the towel before pulling on the fluffy robe. It was clearly meant for him, the fuzzy black garment large around the shoulders and sleeves engulfing your hands, the garment nearly touching the floor where it’s meant to hang several inches from it on his frame. Despite swimming in the robe, you couldn’t help but feel a bit vulnerable. You’re bare beneath it, not having planned to not return home. Still, it’s late, and the Oyabun needs to shower as well. With a steadying breath, you step out into the room.

He’s standing near the bed, the top half of his clothing discarded and bare skin exposed, along with the heavy tattooing and scars along his body. Dragon scales decorated his skin, along with delicate swirls heavily resembling smoke and clouds that followed the curves of his corded muscles. He is undoubtedly a beautiful man. You don’t realize you’re staring until a miniscule smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.

“Enjoying the view, little one?” You blink away your daze and shift your eyes to the side, feeling the slight burn in your face at being caught. Instead of answering the cheeky question you choose to change the subject.

“I’m finished with my shower, Oyabun.” He hums, a low sound you can feel in your chest.

“I can see that, little one. And you call me Shouta.” You take a quiet, sharp inhale and nod.

“Yes, of course...Shouta.” His name feels heavy on your tongue, a name that people didn’t normally dare speak. He’s silent as he gathers his things and moves toward the bathroom, stopping momentarily by your side. You’re confused a moment before his calloused fingers gently grip your jaw and turn your head, his lips pressing softly against your temple for a split second before he’s disappearing into the bathroom.

You stand in shock, the tender touch unexpected. Shaking your head, you decide it’s best to lay down. Hopefully you’d fall asleep by the time he finishes bathing, but you doubted it. You’re proven right when, in the midst of mulling over your own thoughts, he emerges in nothing but sweatpants, dark hair still damp as it fell around his shoulders. You managed to avert your eyes before he could catch you staring for a second time tonight, and it wasn’t long before he slipped under the blankets next to you.

There wasn’t a single word shared between you as he flicked off the lights with a remote and settled into the plush mattress. There was no movement from the man as you lay with your back to him. You aren’t entirely sure if the lack of movement unsettles you more than if he were to be shuffling around. It felt like hours had passed in the darkness, your eyes had adjusted and you couldn’t sleep despite how exhausted you felt.

Your mind raced with questions. What happens now? What happens with your clan and parents? Would you have clothes soon? How would he treat you? How were you supposed to act around him? When is the wedding? Is the engagement already official? What if you disappoint him and fuck everything over? The entire situation makes you anxious, for more than something as trivial as your own safety. You shift onto your back and listen to Shouta’s soft snores, signaling his sleep. As silently and gently as you can, you slip out of bed.

You have no clue what you were going to do or where you were going to do it, but you had to get away from him if only for a moment, to let yourself breathe and think. Almost mindlessly, you find yourself staring out of the glass wall and out into the night. This far out, you can see the stars in the night sky clear and bright, and it was a sight you missed having lived in the city most of your life. Right here you have room to think, space to spread your thoughts and calm your mind to keep from jumbling everything in your brain and stressing over it more.

From what you can tell there is a very small chance Shouta would treat you maliciously, so for now you don’t have to worry about that. Considering his power and status, you won’t be without clothing for long. The thought was silly in the first place, but stress tended to make you question even the most ridiculous. As for how you’re meant to act, well that would have to be tested. He’d already told you how to appear to the public, so that shouldn’t be too hard, but being alone with the man was driving you insane.

Soft footsteps broke you from your thoughts. You spin around, suddenly very much on guard, before Shouta’s voice broke through the darkness, his figure slowly approaching.

“What are you doing up, little one?” You bite your lip and turn to gaze outside again, hugging your arms tight.

“Just thinking. I apologize for waking you, Oya-… Shouta.” His warmth hit you before his skin did, chest pressed into your back and large rough hands gripping your shoulders firm but gentle. His breath is hot on your ear and neck, sending a shiver down your spine. Such an intimate action from him only hours after he’d made you his fiance was quite the shock in and of itself, only enhanced by the fact that this man is known for his cold nature.

“Thinking about what?” His hands smoothed down your arms, following them around your waist and encompassing your hands in his, tugging you into him further. Unnatural as it may seem, it feels good, his warmth. In the arms of such a dangerous and powerful man you should feel small and scared, but you don’t. You aren’t entirely sure what it is you feel. Truthfully, you don’t have the energy to answer his question properly.

“About a lot of things. Too many things.” Right now, the only thing you want to do is melt into the man’s arms. His presence is suddenly comforting, instead of worrying, and you feel safe in his embrace. You sigh and lean into him, fatigue finally beginning to tug at your body and mind. Strong arms scoop you up like nothing, and suddenly you’re being placed down on the bed before he climbs in and pulls you onto him. An arm circles your waist while the other cradles your head, a tender kiss placed at your hairline.

“Sleep, little one.” His fingers thread through your hair, massaging your scalp lightly. It’s a soothing action, especially after nearly giving yourself a headache from stress. It isn’t long before you’re nodding off, relaxing into his body and letting his steady heartbeat lull you to sleep.

#shouta aizawa #shouta aizawa x reader #shouta aizawa bnha #shouta aizawa mha #aizawa shouta #aizawa shouta x reader #aizawa shouta bnha #aizawa shouta mha #aizawa fanfiction #aizawa #mafia au bnha #mafia au mha #shouta aizawa x fem reader #aizawa shouta x fem reader

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lyraeeee · 3 years

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to protect || xiao

part one - weak

series masterlist

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pairing : xiao & gender neutral!reader themes : mostly fluff, i guess? word count : 1.3k

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Xiao remembers the day he first saw you.

It was clear from your attire that you weren’t from Liyue at all.

Did you hail from Mondstadt? Sumeru? Inazuma?

He did not know, nor did he care enough to find out.

All he was aware of was the screams that came from your mouth as a group of hilichurls attacked you for disrupting their camp.

...You’re foolish.

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He was beautiful. This man that you held no familiarity with whatsoever... he looked like a being out of this world. The blood dripping down your bare arm was forgotten; you didn't feel the pain as all your attention was directed to the handsome young man meters away from you. Your throat hurt as you continued to pant. The tree that you were currently leaning on dug itself further into your back, only causing more blood to seep out into your clothes. None of that mattered however. Of course, why would any of it matter in the first place? Not when you’re sitting awkwardly in front of the most beautiful person you've ever laid your eyes on. You’re pretty sure that you just came face to face with a literal god. A pair of striking amber eyes bore into your own. He saved you. Averting your eyes, you suddenly found the dissipating bodies of the already dead hilichurls much more interesting. Even their blood that stained your rust-covered weapon along with the stranger’s beautiful jade spear, it began to slowly fade away. A faint huff can be heard from the man, “What did you think you were doing?” His voice held authority; he wasn’t asking you for an answer, no, he was demanding to hear one from you. It’s only deserving that you give him what he wanted, really, seeing as if it weren’t for him you would’ve been dead by now. “I…” raising one of your arms to shield your eyes, you choked out, “I just needed ten arrowheads for a commission...” You hear him scoff; it wasn’t really a surprise considering how trivial your explanation seemed in exchange for such chaos along with a few bruises and cuts here and there. Despite the fact that you had trouble breathing, you let out a laugh at his response. Your chuckling was cut short however when sudden coughs erupted from your throat. The coughing fit made you groan in pain as you leaned further into the tree. All of your energy was spent finishing the previous commissions you took as well as from the intense fighting with the group of hilichurls earlier. Given your situation, you realize that sooner or later the fatigue will get to your already weak body; it won’t be long before you finally lose consciousness. Thinking back to it, maybe you shouldn’t have declined that certain traveler’s offer to come along with you in your journey. Truthfully speaking, it was even a miracle that your cries were carried by the wind, delivered to this handsome individual you’re fortunate enough to call your savior. You moved your arm away from your face when you felt a looming presence in front of you. A gloved hand obscured your vision of your current surroundings. Glancing towards his eyes, you notice that he’s staring directly at you. “Get up. I’ll take you to somewhere safe.” You quickly shift your gaze to the side as you reach over to his hand. Surprisingly, he was really gentle with you, pulling you carefully towards him to help you up your feet. Once you find yourself upright, his grip lingers for a short while before he eventually lets go and turns to face the other direction. “Follow me.”

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He’s only a few steps away... yet it definitely feels like he’s trying his best not to stay too close with you. It’s almost like he’s avoiding you. You attempted to walk faster to keep in step with him, not bothering with the way you visibly limped. Yet it seems like the said stranger would also walk a couple steps further, maintaining the distance between the two of you. This is honestly getting ridiculous. You breathed in deeply and sighed. Glancing at the back of the man’s head, it was only then did you notice the multiple black dots that danced around the corners of your vision. Slowly, everything around you began to be a bit more blurry than what you last remember. You struggled to keep up with your savior. In a haste, you grabbed the sleeve on his left arm before he could once again try to leave you behind. “What are you-” both of his eyes glared at you before they widened after looking into your own.

“Please,” you stumbled on one of your feet before trying to regain balance, “protect me while I rest for a while…”

His arms wrapped themselves around you when your legs finally decided to give out. You had trouble with trying to keep your eyes open; you could only let the darkness take you into the land of dreams while the last thing you can recall is him positioning you so he could carry you on his back, the wind around you gentle and did its job to make you feel like you were floating.

He finally found you.

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“Yes, just climb the stairs until you reach the highest floor. Either place it on the floor or at the table, any is fine really.”

The manager of the inn you were staying at, Verr Goldet, you believe her name is, she was really kind and understanding of your current predicament.

You weren’t sure if it’s because she was in a good mood or perhaps something else happened that you entirely weren’t aware of, but she has been very accommodating considering how you only have literal scraps and a few mora left, not enough to actually pay her for taking care of you.

It was certainly generous of her as well to request one of the healers staying at the inn to do a check up on you after you passed out and awoke from your sleep.

Clearly, your luck has been good to you for a suspiciously long amount of time now.

The only problem is that you haven't had a glimpse of your unnamed savior for the past two days that you’ve been awake.

Since you finally have the energy to move around and do the stuff how you normally would, you asked Verr if there was anything that you could do to help around the inn as payment for how you’ve practically stayed there for free for five days.

Funnily enough, she didn’t ask you to do anything for her, but instead suggested that you offer a bowl of Almond tofu to one of the adepti that was apparently residing around the inn.

“Do you think they will appear to me after I offer this to them?” you inquired the woman while gesturing to the bowl that settled in between your hands.

A laugh came, “Well I can’t guarantee you myself that they’ll appear to you right away,” she sent you a knowing look, “I guess you’ll just have to find it out for yourself, no?”

You chuckled and shook your head.

Trudging up the stairs, you failed to notice a pair of golden eyes that watched your every move in the darkness.

Once you reached the highest floor, you headed towards a small table right beside a rock model and placed the bowl of tofu down.

You went ahead to get closer to the railings of the balcony, the view of the beautiful green lands of Dihua Marsh greeting you.

The gentle wind passing by brushed your face, making you smile, “Whoever you are out there...”

Your eyes glanced down to your hand, the same one that held your savior’s, “...I wish to see you again.”

Suddenly sensing another presence beside you, you forgot how to breathe as you saw none other than the man who saved you from before, taking his time admiring the view from the balcony.

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Hello once again traveler! You finally found Alatus Nemeseos! Unfortunately, you will still have to wait for a while to finally see how the main story will work out. The story is kinda slow, don't you agree? Ah! No need to worry! I'm sure things will work out soon... well, hopefully as least. The story is already written in the stars! Still, I'm excited to see how things turns out myself.

#alatus nemeseos #xiao x reader #genshin xiao x reader #xiao #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #gender neutral #angst #fluff #lehra.writes

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perriewinklenerdie · 3 years

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Out of reach (Ethan x MC)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Claire Herondale

Word count: 1,4 k

Summary: Ethan likes to tease Claire for her height. Claire patiently waits for it to bite him in the ass. or: Two moments when they needed each other for their height.

Warnings: None

A/N: Got inspired by one of the MO chapters and also by my own adventures as a creature with the height of 160 cm. Fluffy chaos ensued.

Claire:

The intense smell of her cooking was wafting through their apartment, filling the space gently. Claire’s spent the past three hours preparing their dinner, reading an article as she waited for the sauce to reduce and gain flavor.

Her phone lit up with a notification – a text from her husband, announcing that he was going to be home within the next ten minutes and asking if anything needed to be picked up by him. She responded, requesting a bottle of good wine.

‘Good? You insult me.’ he responded, and she could practically hear him laughing.

‘Do your worst, Dr. Ramsey’ she shot back, putting the phone down, satisfied.

And so, ten minutes later, she was preparing to finish up their food. The last thing she needed was a box of pasta, which usually sat on the middle shelf in their pantry. But that day, it sat on the highest shelf, right below the ceiling and she remembered that it was Ethan that put away their groceries the night before. Her stool, that was there exactly for situations like these, was mysteriously gone, and no chair could get her high enough.

Luckily for her, the door just opened, and she could hear Ethan’s footsteps. His briefcase hit the ground and the next thing she could hear was his voice.

“Honey, I’m home!”

“In the pantry!” she shouted back, staring at the box of pasta with wild determination. That’s how Ethan found her, an endearing smile pulling on the corners of his lips when he saw his wife.

“What did the box do to you?” he asked, wrapping his arms around her to pull her to his side. His lips pressed against her forehead in a greeting, a low hum ringing through his entire body.

“You placed it on the highest shelf and my stool is nowhere to be found. Can you get it for me, please?” Claire explained, looking up at him with a hopeful gaze. Ethan laughed, brushing his nose against hers softly.

“My tiny wife.” He muttered, pecking her lips once before reaching for the box – demonstrating his height smugly. She scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

“My gigantic husband thinks he’s being smart, huh? Just wait until you need more legroom on our next flight, and you have to deal with your long legs.”

“That’s why we pay for first class, honey. So I don’t have to worry about legroom. And besides.” He wrapped his arm around her again, leaning down to throw her over his shoulder. “You being so tiny makes it incredibly easy for me to do this anytime I want.” Claire shrieked, laughing happily as he walked them both out to the kitchen. “Now, what do you say we finish our dinner?”

“The wine cannot be wasted.” She agreed, shaking her head at his antics.

Ethan:

The sun shone brightly, warming his back, covered with a black t-shirt. His muscles tensed and relaxed while he adjusted the position the wooden planks, eyes roaming their backyard to figure out where he left the hammer.

Usually, Ethan would call someone in to fix the issue – three of the planks of their patio broke and made it a safety hazard to walk around. They hosted a party two days ago and Bryce got a little too excited while carrying a bottle of tequila. As he was walking from the house, he jumped, presenting the bottle. That’s when the wood gave out under him and it broke, along with the bottle of alcohol that hit the ground soon after.

But he couldn’t call anyone in. It was a Sunday, a day so hot that no sane person wanted to be anywhere near the outside atmosphere. In the past, maybe he would have waited. Ethan was no carpenter, and neither was he a fixer upper. But his little daughter – two-year-old Katherine – loved to walk, especially outside, and no temperature, hot or cold, could stop her. Needless to say, all Ethan could imagine was his child, hurting herself on the broken wood and nails sticking up from the surface.

So there he was, working for the past two hours to fix what’s been broken. He was convinced that he left the hammer right by his side. But it was nowhere to be found, so he decided to push down his frustration – he hated not knowing how to excel at things – and search for it again.

He found it, right below the patio – and right out of his reach. He tried, really tried, to reach it, multiple times, but his arms weren’t long enough and his body was too big to fit underneath the wood.

There was, however, a person at the house that just might fit into the tight space.

“Honey, can you come here for a second?” he called out, knowing that she was sitting in the living room, watching him from time to time. A moment later, his wife appeared in the doorway, a soft smile on her lips.

“Are you hanging in there?” Claire asked softly, leaning against the doorframe. Ethan breathed out, sitting back on his legs.

“It’s a bit more challenging than I thought it would be, but I’m getting there.”

“You do know that we can just keep Kat away from here for a day, right? She’ll be fine.” She reasoned, walking up to him so she could sit at the edge of the patio – the untouched part. His hand landed on her thigh, squeezing it gently.

“Our daughter loves to play outside, I’m not going to limit her just because the patio is broken.” Ethan responded, determinedly, locking his eyes with hers. She melted a bit, seeing all the love this once cold man had for his family.

“You called for me, I assume you had a reason.”

“Yes.” He pointed towards the space beneath the wooden planks. “Can you see that hammer?”

She leaned down, squinting her eyes. Nodding, she straightened her back, sitting again. “How did it even get there?”

“That’s a brilliant question that I do not have the answer to. But that’s not why I called you here.” He took her hand. “Since I’m too tall, I can’t fit in there to reach it. You, my dear, on the other hand, might be able to reach it.”

Claire stared at him for a moment, not believing that the moment was finally here. After years of him teasing her for her height, the time has come for the roles to be reversed. “Let me get this straight. You want me to fit into this tiny, tiny gap beneath our patio because you lost your hammer?”

“Yes, pretty much.”

“But we have another hammer in the garage! I can even go and bring it to you!” she argued, pointing with her arm towards the second building on their property. Ethan shook his head.

“And leave this one in there? That’s not how either of us do things and you know it.”

She gathered his face into her hands, smiling sweetly. Their lips met in a slow kiss, and he was beginning to think that she agreed, when Claire leaned back, a tiny smirk on her face when she spoke up.

“I’m very sorry, baby, I don’t think it’s gonna happen. Your wife may be small, but she also has awful claustrophobia. Unless you want to deal with a panic attack, I don’t think that’s worth it.” his head fell onto her shoulder with a resigned groan. She brushed his hair back. “You can fish it out with a broom. I’ll get it for you.”

And then she was gone. Ethan considered the frustration he felt arising in his chest, but then resigned to laughing. Of course, she was claustrophobic. He remembered, very clearly, their trip to Egypt and how she refused to go into the tombs of the pharaoh.

She brought him the broom and offered to occupy their daughter while he finished his task. He agreed, thanking her quietly, then tried to do as she told him – the broom almost got stuck in there too, but he managed, at last.

Another two hours later, he was finished, and their daughter ran onto the patio with a happy laugh. He embraced his wife, both of them smiling as they watched Kat play.

Notes

Ethan the giraffe doesn’t get the short people struggles - something Claire doesn’t shy away from reminding him. At least she can wear heels or climb that man like a tree

Thank you so much for reading, see you soon!

Perrie <3

#open heart #ethan ramsey #ethan x mc #ethan ramsey x mc

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astaroth1357 · 4 years

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Congratulations!! So happy for you!! Do you mind writing a HC for the Tiny!MC, where the brothers see Tiny!MC in trouble with some lesser demons? Like, the lesser demon is bullying them or about to hurt them, how would the brothers react? You don’t have to write this if you don’t want to tho. Again Congratulations!!!

Demon Brothers React to Tiny!MC Being Threatened by Lesser Demons

You know, my first thought was "Which one of you fuckers lost tiny!MC in the first place?? Bad demons! Worse than usual! Keep better track of your itty-bitty human!"

Pretty much uses the same continuity to the rest of my Tiny!Series, I put this somewhere during the “Lucifer, I Shrunk Myself...” portion.

Warnings: Violence, Overly Protective Behavior

Intro:

Five minutes. Their demonic guardian said they were only going to put them down for Five. Minutes. It shouldn't have been that dangerous, or even risky, because everyone should have known that tiny!MC was under their protection. Sure, an itsy-bitsy human would make a perfect snack... but who would want to provoke the wrath of the student council for no reason??… Okay so, lesser demons aren’t exactly known for their intelligence but still...

This is not going to end well...

Lucifer

Doesn’t that lowlife know who he's messing with? Lucifer almost pities him for being so stupid, really…

He brought tiny!MC out to the gardens at their request because they were getting restless being stuck in his room. It wasn't supposed to be a dangerous area so he felt fine leaving them briefly to answer a call from Diavolo. When he came back he found a lesser demon standing over them... drooling...

What came out was a rather chilling side of Lucifer normally only seen by Mammon. One where he can walk up to a person, demon form out in full, then drag them away by the collar with an eerily calm smile on his face.

Tiny!MC didn't see what Lucifer did to the demon… but they did hear Cerberus get summoned before the firstborn returned to them. Their imagination worked to fill in the blanks…

Lucifer apologized to them rather kindly (a real rarity for him) but they noticed he cut their visit short and took them back to the House quickly. They got the sense he'd rather they be safe but bored in his room than entertained but vulnerable to such a dangerous world…

Mammon

Pfffffft, Mammon is protective of MC even when they’re normal-sized. Them being tiny doesn’t change much.

He had brought them along with him for one of his gambling nights. Unfortunately, he got too absorbed in the game to notice a group of lesser demons getting closer to tiny!MC than they really should have… At least until they shouted for his help.

It's rare to see Mammon mad. It really is. But there was nothing but pure rage in his eyes when he grabbed one of the demons by the throat and sent him crashing through the roulette tables. His speed made it pretty easy for him to round up all the others that tried to scatter and he gave them a similar treatment.

After everyone was thoroughly on the ground, bleeding, he asked the MC if they were hurt. If they were, then that'd just earn the downed demons another round of his fury. No one hurts his human like that! Big or small.

He'll apologize a whole bunch for letting his guard down… but also complain a little on the way back to the House because his luck was just starting to turn around too! 😖😞

Leviathan

Direct confrontation isn’t something Levi finds himself in often… but there can be exceptions.

He and tiny!MC were in one of the few stores in town that sold otaku goods and he had set them down to do some browsing in that hyper, distracted fanboy way he gets.

A couple of lesser demons were just some other patrons who happened by them, but who could pass up such a convenient snack?

Well, tiny!MC was convenient until the guys heard what was probably the world's most unholy hissing sound coming from the other side of the room…

Levi has never claimed to be at the peak of demonic prowess or anything, but just this once he was at their defense at a speed he’s never pulled off before. In practically a blink of an eye, he has one asshole lifted by the collar and the other getting crushed by his tail. It wasn't a pretty sight...

After the threat was dealt with, he snapped right back into the same ol'Levi like nothing ever happened, though. Blubbering apologies and frantically checking to be sure they were unharmed... What a somewhat terrifying sweetheart. 🤭

He pretty much refused to take them anywhere again until they were back to normal. Who needs the real world anyway?? His room is the only place they ever need to be!

Satan

You know this is exactly why he kept them so close in the first place...

Satan had to retrieve a book from the highest shelf in the RAD library so he set tiny!MC down in order to climb the ladder. A small gang of lesser demons decided to strike while he was up there browsing...

When he slid back down and turned to see the demons had surrounded the table that he left tiny!MC at, his shout alone was powerful enough to rattle the shelves behind him...

Needless to say, the Avatar of Wrath made very short work of the threat. And a library ladder can make a surprisingly versatile weapon if you put it in the hands of someone pissed enough to use it... and strong enough to rip it off its sliding track… What was it? Metal? Steel? Eh, not strong enough to stop an angry Satan anyway.

After the dust settled, he double-checked to be sure the MC was okay and apologized for being so careless... But they could tell he was still trying his best to regain his composure post berserker freakout. Someone's going to have to nurse those bloody knuckles for him later...

His overprotective instincts tripled afterward. If you think that Satan was ever going to put them down again then that’s a fantasy. Between the lesser demons and that sly bastard Solomon, tiny!MC was never leaving his hand at RAD again. Period.

Asmodeus

Excuse me?? Some lesser demon was doing what now?! Oh HELL no!! Not to his adorable tiny!MC!!

Asmo was shopping with tiny!MC and set them down outside a dressing room while he tried on a cute outfit. Apparently, a lesser demon was doing the same in the stall next to him and came out to find a little human waiting patiently outside… powerless… vulnerable… and tasty!

Asmo opened the door right as the demon picked tiny!MC up to have a bite. The fifthborn's scream shattered all the mirrors in the store like he was some kind of infuriated opera singer then he ripped the demon a very verbal (and physical) new one...

Once the attacker was pretty much decimated, Asmo tended to the MC like they'd just gotten dragged through an active war zone. He asked them, "Are you okay?!" so many times that the words "I’m fine" pretty much lost all meaning...

The sheer carnage left the store employees too damn petrified to ask him to leave so he bought the (now ruined) outfit he had on and took them right home. His sweet tiny!MC was definitely getting a spa treatment that night as an apology… Poor thing...

Beelzebub

Apparently, some people just want to go bear poking for fun...

He and tiny!MC were outside a food stall and he had set them down to go wait in line. In hindsight, he probably should have known the meals would attract other hungry demons… ones that wouldn't mind a free snack… And tiny!MC got cornered pretty quickly while his back was turned.

Those demons might have thought twice about their plan, though, if they had known Beel would attack them with the entire stall itself. 😰

Poor tiny!MC, by some miracle, barely got out of the way of the wooden structure crashing down on top of their attackers as if dropped by the heavens in a fit of rage... Those not crushed under the wreckage got squashed under Beel's fists...

In the aftermath, Beel was barely recognizable when he picked them back up, holding his bitty human so close that they might have suffocated against his chest. Even the stall's very upset owner just backed away from him after getting a ferocious snarl…

It took him a couple hours to calm back down… Then a couple hundred apologies to Lucifer who has to foot the bill for that guy's ruined livelihood… But hey, no one would ever be dumb enough to touch his tiny!MC again.

Belphegor

Heeeey! Picking on tiny!MC is his thing! Like he’s going to let anyone else give them any grief…

Belphie likes to hide on the roof of RAD sometimes to take a midday nap so he thought it would be funny to hide tiny!MC from the others by taking them with him one afternoon. Both were peacefully napping when a lesser demon apparently had the same idea and found them.

Belphie woke up when he heard their distressed cries and saw the demon trying to carry tiny!MC away... Oh, he wasn't having that.

Belphie shot up and snapped the scumbag's wrist to get tiny!MC free before he effortlessly sent him flying over the edge in one fell swoop. Give this to the Avatar of Sloth, when he does get moving he’s pretty efficient.

The demon's fall got cushioned by a grove of trees below, which earned Belphie a slightly less severe lecture from Lucifer. He did, however, get a pretty rough one from Satan anyway because he took the MC like that in the first place…

Beel took custody of tiny!MC yet again but even he was grateful to his twin for protecting their little human. Tiny!MC noticed Belphie started sleeping a little lighter when he knew they were around, but he'd deny that any supposed “guilt” had anything to do with it… Whatever he says, I guess. 🙄

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios

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biggest-stupidhead · 3 years

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Bad Timing (Levi x reader) Part 12

Summary: How do you tell your friends that you’re falling for your big brother’s best friend?

Word Count: 4.7K

"Come on (Y/n)" Mikasa jostled your shoulder, the sunlight barely seeping into Annie's room thanks to her thick curtains and the overcast outside. Your eyes cracked open and you grunted as Mikasa lifted her hand from your shoulder. You sat up, your hair sticking our in odd angles as you blinked sleepily at Mikasa.

"What time is it?" you mumbled as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. Annie was buried under the covers still asleep.

"It's eight in the morning." Mikasa informed as you reluctantly climbed out of the warm bed. Mikasa waited patiently for you by the door as you grabbed your phone and shrugged your flannel back on. You noticed that Mikasa's eyes lingered on chest and neck and you flushed, hazy memories of the night prior returning to you slowly. You looked around for your jeans, vaguely recalling taking them off before going to sleep. You were certain that you and Annie hadn't done anything beyond some heavy petting and kissing. You found your pants and pulled them on quickly, buttoning them as you and Mikasa left the room and descended the stairs to the main floor where you had left your shoes and coat.

As the two of you walked out the side door you noticed that most of the cars were still in the drive way, Eren's car was running and you could make out both Eren and Armin in the car already. Mikasa paused a few feet away from the car and quirked a brow at you.

"So you and Annie?" she mused, you groaned and rubbed the side of your face, your head pounding.

"No we just kissed." you clarified, it had been a good experience but you knew that you wouldn't want to have a relationship with Annie. At least at this time.

"I didn't know you were into girls." Mikasa said softly. You shrugged and smiled at her.

"Neither did I, well I guess I thought I'd never act on those feelings." you chuckled as you licked your lips and clutched your throat thoughtfully.

"I see." Mikasa left it at that as she closed the distance to the drivers side and climbed in. You slid into the backseat with Armin, doing your best to cover yourself with your coat. Armin had his head in his hands as he leaned forward in his seat, his blonde hair curtaining over his face.

"You alright?" you asked as Mikasa turned around and pulled out of the driveway. Eren was leaning back in his seat, his eyes closed. Armin nodded and leaned back with a sigh.

"Yeah, it was just a long night." he smiled tiredly at you and you nodded in agreement.

"Yeah it was." you agreed as you turned to look out at the snowy scenery.

"Should I take you home?" Mikasa asked tentatively, you pursed your lips in thought, if you went home now you hoped that you could just go to bed and that your brother would give you some space. However if you went to the Jeagers you knew that you could sleep for the rest of the day undisturbed. But the thought of your own bed was too enticing.

"Yes please." you finally said, Mikasa nodded and turned down onto one of the many winding back roads that would take you to your house. It must have snowed some more last night because now the trees were heavy with snow, the roads still bathed in a white with few tire tracks. It was an early Saturday morning so it wasn't surprising that people had chosen to stay home, especially given the icy state of the roads. You began to get nervous as Mikasa turned onto your road and then onto your driveway. You noticed that Erwin and Hange's cars were both in the driveway, both covered in snow. You thanked Mikasa and told her to text you when they got home safely before climbing out, slinging your bag over your shoulder and pulling your house key out. You waved as they pulled out of the drive and out onto the road. You unlocked the door as quietly as you could, kicking off your shoes and tip toeing through the kitchen and up the stairs. The house was quiet and dark, you made sure to be extra quiet as you walked past Erwin's room, shutting your door behind you, you sighed with relief before once again sliding your jeans off and slipping into a pair of grey sweats.

You plugged your phone in and crawled under your covers, your head still spinning as you fell into your pillows. You drifted in and out of sleep for about four hours before giving up on getting more rest. Besides, the bustling sounds of your mom, Erwin, and Hange in the kitchen was growing from a muffle, to a roar in your hungover state. You threw the covers off before padding over to your closet in search of something to cover your bruised neck. You paused at your vanity and switched on your lamp to inspect the damage. Dark purple bruises littered your throat and collarbones, you counted at least four bad ones. You hissed as you touched the sensitive skin, the highest hickey was right below your jaw, nearly impossible to cover. You cursed as you continued with your task of finding a hoodie to throw on. Thankfully that covered all except the one below your jaw.

You sat at your vanity and began rubbing a quarter over the area in hopes of lightening the bruise before applying concealer. You frowned, setting down the quarter to inspect your work, the angry skin was still red, but not nearly as bad, so your began to blend in some concealer. Once you were pleased with your handy work you grabbed your empty water bottle and steeling your nerves to go down to the kitchen. As you descended the stairs you could smell your mom making lunch, hear Hange's tik tok for you page, and see Erwin at the dining room table typing away on his laptop. No signs of Levi, maybe you had been seeing things last night. Your mom turned to greet you a smile on her face as you walked to the fridge to refill your water.

"Good morning sleeping beauty." She teased as she leaned over to ruffle your hair. You smiled weakly at her and batted her hand away from your head.

"Good afternoon." you greeted as you screwed the cap back onto your water.

"Want something to eat?" she asked as she nodded towards the skillet with butter and bread, you noticed a sliced avocado and some lunch meat and cheese. Your stomach churned at the thought of food but you nodded, knowing that it would make you feel better.

"Yes please." you said as you wandered over to sit next to Hange, who now was watching you intently.

"What are your plans for today?" she asked as you sat next to her. You shrugged, not having though that far in advance.

"Not sure yet." you admitted as Hange pursed her lips in thought.

"How about dinner and a movie with Erwin, Levi and I?" She offered, a hopeful look on her face. You knew that Hange dealt with most conflict like this, favoring to act like nothing had happened, unless of course it was a big fight. You nodded, deciding that it might be nice and give you a chance to apologize for last night. But not too much apologizing because you knew that you had been right in standing your ground.

"Who's house?" you asked curiously, mostly expecting her to say that it would be at your house.

"Levi's." she smiled sheepishly, your mouth fell open into an 'o', usually Levi tried to keep his friends away from his house. You'd never been insides, the closest you'd gotten was his driveway when Erwin picked him up a few times before Levi got his license.

"Huh okay. What time?" you asked, glancing at the clock.

"As soon as we finish lunch." it was already twelve thirty, a bit early to watch movies.

"Really? Isn't that a bit....early?" you chewed your lip nervously, feeling unprepared for what would be another casual evening. Hange shrugged and stirred her cup of iced coffee with a smile.

"Yeah I guess but Levi's probably just going to sleep through it anyway." she chuckled, your brows furrowed, remembering that Levi was probably exhausted from his travels and your temper tantrum.

"Oh yeah, why'd he come back so early did something happen?" you asked, hoping that Hange would shed some light on the situation.

"Ah well he just decided that he missed me too much." she winked at you but you noticed the brief flash of uncertainty across her face. Whether she wasn't telling you the full truth or she herself was unsure remained a mystery.

"Say want to come upstairs and help me with my history?" She asked after moment of silence when she noticed you were spiraling into the recesses of your thoughts.

"Sure but why do you need my help?" you asked as Hange grabbed your wrist and drug you up stairs to Erwin's room. You frowned when you couldn't see her backpack or any of her school supplies that she usually had scattered around the room.

"Wheres your-"

"I'm so sorry about last night." Hange took your hands into her own and looked at you with wide eyes. You felt your lip quiver as she ran her thumbs over your knuckles.

"It's fine it's not your fault." you mumbled as your eyes fell to the floor.

"But it is! I convinced Levi to come back early." she confessed, her glasses fogging up as her eyes watered. Your eyes widened at her confession, but still you didn't blame her. It was Erwin that you were mad with right now, not Levi.

"I'm not mad at you or Levi." you said softly, squeezing her hand in reassurance. She sniffled, and pushed her gently pulled her hands back to push her glasses off her face so she could wipe a single tear off her cheek.

"You're not?" she asked, a small smile gracing her lips.

"No, I just got frustrated with Erwin. If I'd known that Levi was coming home then I wouldn't have gone to the party." you explained, glad that you were able to clear the air between you and Hange. You chuckled airily as she pulled you into a tight hug.

"I know he can be overbearing at times but, he just cares about you. He doesn't want to screw you up." she mumbled into your hair as she rubbed your back soothingly. You hugged her back just as tightly.

"I know." you sighed as you buried your head into her shoulder.

"You don't have to apologize just yet, but I would like you two to come to terms sooner rather than later." she said softly, you nodded in agreement. You hated fighting with Erwin, but you knew that if you didn't say something about how you felt, then he would never catch on. Admittedly, you wished that you'd handled the whole ordeal sober, but there was no going back now.

"Yeah I guess." you agreed as Hange pulled the two of you onto Erwin's bed. She smiled at you, pleased with herself.

"So, want to tell me about the party last night? Seemed like fun!" she said as she fell back onto the bed on her back. You remained seated as you tried to think of where to start.

"It was fun...we mostly just sat around and talked." you shrugged as you turned to gauge her reaction.

"Annie's got a huge house." Hange commented with a chuckle, you nodded in agreement.

"She does"

"Did you see Jean?" She asked, propping herself up on her elbows to study you.

"Yeah, he found me after you left. Sat with me in the bathroom for a little bit before we went back with the group." you nodded, giving her a smile.

"You call him out?" she quizzed as her eyes widened.

"Not really, I think that he's got some stuff going on and I don't want to give him too hard of a time." you shrugged indifferently, you were over that drama.

"Ah I see, well there's plenty of fish in the sea." Hange plopped back down onto her back and fell silent.

"Yeah and lots of trash." you huffed, Hange snorted.

"Damn right."

You spent the rest of the afternoon with Hange and Erwin in his room, Erwin continued to work as you and Hange sat on his bed talking and scrolling through your phones. The winter days were short, so by the time that five had rolled around, the sun had already sunk below the horizon. Erwin's phone chimed and he paused his work to glance at the lit screen.

"He says to come now." He said, shutting his laptop and crossing the room to throw on a fresh shirt.

"Took him long enough." Hange grunted as she stretched and stood up as well.

"What movie are we watching?" you asked as you shoved your phone into your pocket.

"Probably Pulp Fiction, it's his favorite you know." Hange said with a wink as she stooped to pick up one of her bras off the floor. Your nose scrunched with slight disgust as she pulled her shirt off and pulled the bra on. You were also guilty of wearing the same bra more than once, but the thought of Hange and your brother doing stuff made you want to barf.

"Hm okay." you said as you went to go double check your appearance in the bathroom. You decided that instead of wearing sweats, you would change into a pair of leggings so you didn't look like a complete hobo. Once you were changed, you rushed down the stairs to meet Hange and Erwin at the door.

"I can drive since you drove last night." Hange said, spinning her keys around her pointer finger as she watched Erwin pull his shoes on.

"Fine" Erwin agreed as he slid his arms into his letter jacket, you pulled your own shoes on and the three of you carefully made your way out to Hange's car. You sat in the back, bouncing your knee anxiously as you neared your destination. You felt both excited and nervous, although you spent a lot of time with Erwin and his friends, it wasn't often that they invited you along with them for outings like these.

Hange pulled up to Levi's house, a modest home with two cars parked in the driveway, one you recognized as Levi's and another that you knew to be Kenny's. The three of you walked up the the front door and Erwin let himself in after a curt knock. The front door led you right into Levi's living room, where Kenny was passed out asleep watching some car show. The three of you tip toed past him and into the kitchen, and down a short hallway, pausing in front of a door. You looked at the pictures on the wall, most of them of Kenny and a young woman that you assumed was Levi's mother. There were a few younger pictures of Levi, one with his mother, but most of him and Kenny.

Erwin pushed the door open and led the way down to the basement. The t.v was already on and you could see the hazy smoke of Levi's dab pen lingering in the air. You could make out the top of his head peeking over the small couch. The basement was small, not much beyond two small couches and a tv. Although there was a pool table jammed into the far corner. You noticed a small shelf with a record player on top, a neatly organized stack of records filed underneath it. Levi didn't acknowledge the three of you as Hange and Erwin plopped down onto the couch opposite of Levi. You sat stiffly on the opposite end of Levi's couch. He scrolled through the tv before pulling up The Goonies. The movie started and Hange and Erwin cuddled up together and began whispering and giggling.

Levi sat his phone down and leaned back into the couch, you curled your legs up beneath yourself as you tried to get comfortable. Levi glared at you as you shifted for the millionth time.

"Quick wiggling around" he scolded and you paused, your legs now spread as you leaned back into the leather couch.

"Sorry" you mumbled as you tried to pay attention.

"You want a blanket?" Hange asked as she grabbed a neatly folded balnket off the back of her couch. You nodded and held your hands up to catch the bundle. She tossed it and you covered yourself quickly. Erwin and Hange had already found a blanket to wrap up in, you watched as the police scene in the movie continued to unfold. You doubted that Levi would bring up the night prior, especially seeing that he hadn't even bothered to greet you yet. You brought your legs back up to the couch and grunted in frustration as you tried to find a comfortable position.

As you finally settled on leaning agains the arm of the couch with your legs slanted sideways, but this positon hurt your knees, so as you moved to throw them back over the edge. You sighed and glanced longingly at Hange, wishing that she would sit with you. You considered squeezing in next to her on the couch, and decided to give it a try. You wrapped the blanket around your shoulders and stood up, Levi glanced at you, his eyes narrowed into slits. You shuffled across the room and plopped down onto Hange's lap. She wrapped her arms around you and leaned back into the couch.

"What's wrong little baby?" she teased as she held you.

"I'm just cold" you lied as she rubbed your arms to warm you up.

"Sureeee" Hange said, poking your cheek. Erwin scoffed and pushed you off Hange's lap. You fell with a thud onto the ground, you gasped as you looked up at Erwin.

"Jerk" you huffed, throwing the blanket off and lunging at him. He easily knocked you back onto your ass, but stood up to his full height. You came at him once more, this time trying to throw him off balance by tackling his midsection. He chuckled and allowed you to throw your weight into the attack, your sock covered feet sliding against the carpet comically. Finally Erwin tired of watching you struggle and looped an arm under your own midsection and threw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Levi scoffed as Erwin dangled you near his face, you clawed at Erwin's back, looking for anything to grab onto. You flailed around, but you couldn't do much since Erwin had you flipped upside down, your back against his own broad back. Finally you fell still, relaxing your muscles and allowing the blood to rush to your face.

Levi's eyes widened at the sight of dark purple marks that were littered along the column of your throat. He felt a rage spark in his chest, his eyes zeroed in on the bruises, the edges of them still prickled red and irritated. They had to have been from the previous night, but from who? That jerk that cheated on you? Or that blonde that you'd dated the previous year? The more he thought about it, the angrier he got.

Erwin dropped you down and you quickly smoothed your clothes down, giving him a weary glare. He fell back onto the sofa by Hange and with a heavy sigh, returned his attention back to the TV. You gave Hange's lap one last longing look before returning to your seat by Levi. You felt the tension radiating off him in thick waves, you also tensed, trying to prepare yourself for whatever had set him off this time.

"Levi, can we have some popcorn?" Hange pleaded, her hands clasped together as she gave Levi soft pleading puppy eyes.

"Tch." Levi threw his blanket off and stood, for once he was happy to have an excuse to escape the stuffy basement.

"I'll come with you" you offered, jumping to your feet and following him up the stairs. Levi stalked through the dark hall and into the kitchen, where he riffled through the cabinets and pulled a handful of popcorn packets. You shifted awkwardly near the small table before deciding to take a seat. It was an interesting shift in the dynamic that you'd become so familiar with, usually you were the one jumping through hoops to please your guests. While Levi was by no means going to great lengths to ensure his guests' comfort, it was still fun to watch him fill the role of host for once.

"Want to tell me about what got into you last night?" Levi's cold voice made you flinch. You felt the guilt seep back into you, making you feel heavy and a tad sick.

"If I'd known you were coming back I wouldn't have gone." you said honestly, your eyes falling to your lap.

"That's a shit explanation." Levi scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned against the counter. Your head snapped up, rage filling you once more. It wasn't fair of him to dictate your social life when he went and partied whenever he pleased.

"It's not like you don't go to parties like that." you replied, your eyes meeting his dark ones.

"Doesn't mean it's right." Levi said as he pushed off the counter and stalked across the kitchen to stand on the opposite end of the table.

"Look, I appreciate your concern but it was my choice, and I was having fun until you guys showed." You stood up and glared daggers at Levi.

"Right, and I assume that whoever gave you those disgusting marks was having fun too?" he snarled, his hand gesturing towards your neck. Your hand flew to your throat to cover the marks Annie had given you.

"If you're jealous just say so." you growled, as you matched his shitty attitude.

"Why would I be jealous? If I wanted you I would already have had you." his words cut through you.

"Then quit acting so psycho! You're giving me these crazy mixed signals." you snapped, your voice cracking with emotion.

"I'm not the one giving mixed signals, you're the one who kissed me and then gave me blue balls." Levi hissed has hand slapped loudly against the table in his frustration and you flinched, eyes widening at his sudden outburst.

"I was seeing Jean and you were with Petra, it doesn't matter how we felt. It was wrong of us to do that." You argued, your voice surprisingly level despite the turmoil of emotions underneath the surface of your facade. Levi scoffed and placed his other hand on the table as he leaned onto the surface.

"Doesn't change the fact that it happened." Levi reasoned, you knew that he was right, that in your moment of impulsiveness when it boiled down to it, the both of you had made a bad decision. One that had not only damaged the already fragile relationship between the two of you but also the relationship between your friends as well.

"I know..." you sighed, the frustration seeping into your tone. You ran a hand through your hair as you looked down at the table, not wanting to meet his gaze. The kitchen fell silent, the sounds of Kenny snoring in the other room and the popcorn popping made you feel as if you were dreaming.

"Look" Levi sighed as he ran a hand down the side of his face, which was twisted into a scowl. You turned to look up at him.

"When-When I'm around you, god this is stupid." He huffed in frustration as he covered his eyes with a hand, his cheeks flushed red. You waited patiently, knowing that moments like these with Levi were few and far between.

"I question everything I do and I get all...jumbled up inside I guess." he continued after a moment. You remained silent, waiting to see if he was finished yet.

"I know that when we kissed it was wrong but I didn't care because, my judgement is all clouded when you're around. And I hate it." he finally took his hand off his face and your stomach dropped at his words.

"But at the same time...I kind of like it?" Levi groaned and dropped into one of the chairs, running his hands through his hair and tugging at the roots.

"Levi-"

"Don't, I don't want to hear it." Levi interrupted you, holding a hand up as he sighed heavily. The microwave beeped and he stood up quickly to pull the hot bag of popcorn out and pour it into a bowl. You stood up and waited patiently for him to finish once more.

"Levi just listen okay" you pleaded, standing between him and the basement.

"Fine." he relented, placing the bowl on the table gently.

"I like spending time with you too, I just know that you're going to college and I guess that it felt a bit unfair that you finally started paying attention to me right before you had to go." you told him, kicking your toe against the floor as you looked down at the immaculately clean floors. You heard the floorboards creak as he shifted as well, unsure of what to do or say next.

"I see..." he muttered as he watched you fidget, your ears felt hot as you still refused to meet his gaze.

"Its settled then." He said, closing the space between you, he caught your hand in his and held it firmly in his grasp.

"I'll stay here, with you." He ran his calloused thumb over your knuckles, and you inhaled sharply, as good as those words felt, you knew that it would be insanely selfish to hold him captive here.

"I can't ask that of you." you said, finally daring to look up at him, his silver eyes were soft in the dim lighting.

"It's not like it's all that bad around here." Levi shrugged as he continued to toy with your fingers, his dull gaze held no fire any longer, making your heart squeeze.

"I know but people say that these next few years of your life are the best, I couldn't ask you to stick around here and miss out on college life." you spoke softly, knowing that if you weren't careful that you could set him off again.

"That's a load of shit." Levi scoffed, bringing your hand up to his lips and placing a small peck onto your knuckles. You flushed, becoming a bit frustrated with his reasoning.

"I think you're missing my point..." you said as he looked up at you, his gaze hardening at your tone.

"Which would be?" Levi asked incredulously as he brought your hand up for another sweet kiss.

"My point is that I don't want to be heart broken when you leave for college or whatever it is that you decide to do." you huffed, but allowed him to kiss the inside of your wrist, feeling his lips curl into an almost impish smirk.

"So you admit that being apart breaks your heart?" Levi asked a tab coyly as he looked at you, eyes shining with mischief. You stuck your tongue out and looked away in an attempt to hide your flushed cheeks.

"Of course! If there's one thing I learned over these past few months it's that I hate being away from you, even if when you're around you're just a jerk." you admitted begrudgingly, saying it out loud made you realize how the situation seemed a bit toxic, but you couldn't care too much about that in this moment.

"Then I won't leave, I'll go to school online and work for my uncle." Levi shrugged nonchalantly and you felt your heart flutter, but you squashed your feelings before they could swell too much.

"Levi, is that what you really want?" you asked, squeezing his hand to hold his attention. Levi's brows furrowed thoughtfully as he watched your fingers intertwine with his.

"I don't know what I want, school wise that is. But I do know that I want to be with you." He said, his voice steady and confident as you smiled at him softly.

"That's good enough for me." you sighed, standing to your full height as he grabbed the popcorn, the two of you had kept Erwin and Hange waiting long enough.

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ghost1643 · 3 years

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Melban corpsebride au

(don’t worry no one stays dead)

now also be warned this will be a seven deadly sins idea but will focus on the melban ship, which is a crack ship but I love.

So with that let's begin.

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Okay so as we begin, Ban is new engaged. We see him rushing around with King joking having as much fun as can be seeing as they will be brothers in a matter of only hours. Everything seems perfect as they stand with the rest of their friends, minus a certain blond for reasons that will become apparent later.

That is the moment Elaine walks down the isle. Ban tears up just beaming holding her hand. He is just so happy. Everything is going perfect and he finally has a loving wife he always wanted..

That is until she drops dead during the kiss.

Now Elaine has always been sick ever since she was young. She almost died multiple times and was told her heart was weak for years. So she was expecting to die before she got to old. She prepared Ban and everyone she knew for it. She had a will. She had a grave stone set and even had her own funeral picked out. Yet, she never would have guessed as she leans in for the kiss on her wedding day that her racing heart would suddenly stop.

Neither did Ban.

All he knows is that their lips met for less then a second. He held onto her hand thumb rubbing over the ring as their lips brushed together. Then she got cold. Like suddenly cold as the winter air. He could hear the crowd cheer and as he leaned back, she dropped down to the ground dead. From there it was a blur.

Ban could remember people screaming. He could remember the panic as he tried to help. He remember carrying Elaine to a doctors....yet from there his mind goes blank. He just remembers sitting near her grave 3 days later watching as she is slowly buried, tears springing to his eyes watching her disappear bellow the ground, leaving him too soon.

From there, well he just sits in bed for days on end. Or at least he thinks so. He just remembers seeing her grave every time he closed his eyes for weeks on end as his brother in law takes care of him day in and day out. As he is cared for Ban builds up a wall. He swears he will never love anyone again until he sees Elaine. He is not going to move on ever. He is just going to wait until he can see her face again smiling and bright as ever. Until then he is happy to be alone for the rest of his life.

And he keeps to his word...He never loves again...That is until the incident three years later...

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When we open back up it's three years later and King and Diane are finally getting married. Ban is his same old self, but as mentioned before he kept to his word. He has no other loves and drowns his sores in booze whenever he has the chance.

The day before the wedding they're having the usually batchellor party with Ban as a host. They are all drinking like mad during which having fun until Escanor has to go pee which all the Drunken idiots decided to do outside with him cause fun and only real men piss in the woods according to escanor.

Once they are all done peeing in the woods they start teasing king about messing up his vows during the rehearsal earlier that day as they walk back. This goes on until King snaps holding out the ring drawing them all to try it out here then if they think they can do better.

So they attempt to do just that.

Of course they are all drunker than a sailor and keep dropping it one by one. That is until Ban gets it just as they pass by a creepy tree. One that even creeps Gwother out, which is rare. No one can say why other than it just is a freaky tree with weird branches.

Hey those thoughts are drowned away as Ban recites the vow...Except half way through ten the vows are no longer King's. The vows switch to those he told Elaine the last day he saw her as his eyes water. Just as he finishes he leans against the tree looking down where he sees a branch sticking out of the ground that looks like honey hand. The same one that belonged to Elaine all those years ago.

And slowly he slips it on the branch before kissing it picturing it as Elaine's hand giving her a finale kiss goodbye. This do course is when a few tears fall as his friends help him up to his get. King tries to comfort him walking away forgetting all about the ring until Gwother screams in terror, which is rare. Nothing scares Gwother ever after all.

Then they see the branch digging it's body out of the ground. The body of a boy who has been stabbed with a bag over his head who stands before them making them all freeze up for a few moments wondering what is happening. Then he rips the bag off his head showing the face we all Know belongs to Meliodas saying one chilling line,

"I do..."

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When Ban wakes up he is in purgatory with souls who have died but have yet to move on, who are the demons in the anime. Yet, unlike in the anime they are just happy to be around and don't plan to kill anyone. And amongst them all is Meloidas, Ban's new husband who is just so excited to have someone to love him again.

Just like in the movie Ban freaks out that he's married to a corpse and demands to know who he is. This makes a soul move onto a musical number, which is just remains of the day, where we find out how Meloidas died.

He was the son of a rich merchant who fell in love with a beautiful women who's family was hated by his own. Meliodas asks his father for permission to marry her and gets a no. So he packed up some money, puts on his fathers tuxedo, steals his parents wedding rings and goes to run off with his women. Yet, turns out she didn't love him. Instead she just wanted money to run off with with her real boyfriend. So they knock Meliodas out and burry him alive, where he wakes up deader than a door nail a few hours later. Once he makes his way to the land of the dead and realizes what happened to him he decided he would rather stay in the ground where he was buried for the rest of time.

Yet, when Ban put that ring on his finger he made Meliodas feel something again. He made him feel joy and...well now Meliodas is back under with his friend ready to move on.

Ban upon finding out he married a corpse, runs off to try and find a way back up for his friends wedding. He just has too. He climbs every little building or stair case he can before breaking down, having a moment of silence on top of the highest balcony where Meliodas winds him with a box. Ban just ignores him for a bit, which he expects to be interrupted. Yet, mel just lets him sit there. He lets him think some more. He even waits for Ban to talk to him first.

Slowly Ban sits down near the tinier dead boy looking Star struck. How did this happen? Did he really marry a corpse?

"It's a lot to take in I know." Meliodas speaks up slowly.

"Yeah....yeah it is." Ban blurts out looking over the village of the dead. It some how seems more....alive then the normal world of the living.

"I...I shouldn't have dragged you here before explaining myself." Meliodas sighs.

"Yeah not gonna lie that would have helped." Ban sighs before looking at his more human looking face. Mel turns to face him and they make eye contact for the first time and Ban could have sworn he saw his eyes before. "Is there anyway to get back home? I have somewhere I need to be..."

"I...I...look all I can say is, I should have thought through my actions more..." Meliodas blurts out.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well the underworld has a way out and in.."

"I mean obviously how else would I have gotten here..."

"Yeah the trouble is...Bel is it?"

"Ban actually."

"We'll Ban, you kinda have to be dead to go through the entrance back up..unless your a death mage....and I may...I may have trapped you here...."

"What?"

"Look I'm sorry-"

"HOW DID YOU NOT KNOW THIS?!"

"HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW! IT ISNT LIKE I HAVE HAD THIS HAPPENED BEFORE!!"

They just late at each other for a while before Meliodas sighs. "Look i..I know it's not much for trapping you here, but I..well I got you something..." he holds out the box he is holding.

"What? You trap me in the underworld-"

"Purgatory."

"Trapped where ever this is forever and give me a box! I don't want your damn gift!" He yells knocking the box to the ground, and out tumble some bones. He jumps back seeing their the bones of an animal that slowly start to reform into a Skelton dog. The same dog he had when he and Elaine first started doing out.

Ban finds his eyes shining as the dog jumps up on him giving him some nuzzled when something hits him. Something big.

Meliodas had gifted him a dog that died 6 years ago. A dog that had died before Elaine. Which meant, Elaine was here. She was somewhere here. He could see her again! He could say goodbye or even be with her forever.

"I know it's not muc-"

"Can you help me find Elaine?" Ban blurts out holding his Skelton dog close making eye contact with Meliodas.

"I...who?" Meliodas asks slowly crouching down to pat the dog, who just loves the attention.

"Elaine..she was my wife...."

"Oh-"

"I mean she was for less than a minute but I never got to say goodbye. It would mean the world to me if I got to see her even just one more time....would you know where she is?"

"I mean we had a girl two years ago who died on her wedding day but she moved all the way to the other side of the land of the dead to be a helper to the only death mage we have down here......but it's at least a three day journey.."Mel explains looking at his husbands face. Upon seeing the heart break in his eyes, he just sighs. He trapped him here as his husband, the least he could do is make him happy.

"I can pack my things and we can start our journey tonight...."

And from here the plot kind of goes like Shrek. They go on a three day journey to the other side of this realm. They journey trying to get there to find Elaine. And along the way slowly gain feelings for each other until they finally reach the mages home.

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Once at the mages house Ban makes a discover. Elaine has moved on. She moved on once she watched King get engaged, planning to see Ban again later. She moved on before Ban could learn a spell the revives the dead, giving their lungs breath once again depending on how long they have been dead.

And he's absolutely crushed. He never gets to see his wife again. He never gets to see his friend again. He is stuck here all because of Meliodas.

So they argue screaming at each other before Ban yells the only line anyone I know can remember about this movie. The way he says it goes like this.

"How was I supposed to kn-"

"I DONT KNOW YOU HAVE BEEN DEAD SO LONG I JUST FIGURED YOU KNEW!!"

"Ban, I have only been dead for like two month-"

"I DONT CARE IT IS YOUR FAULT IM HERE! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!"

"Well maybe you should have thought about the consequences before you asked me to marry you!"

"Why CANT YOU GET IT THROUGH YOUR HEAD, IT WAS A MISTAKE I NEVER WOULD HAVE MARRIED YOU IF I KNEW IT WAS YOU!"

And with that Ban storms out to sulk leaving Meliodas sitting in there looking heart broken. While alone Mel discovers that ban technically isn't married to him. It's for two living people to marry, and with one dead it doesn't count. So he's just dragged Ban down here for no reason.

So melio sacrifices his love. He waits until Ban comes in before breaking an egg over his husbands head, whispering a spell to send him back to the land of the living leaving him alone for the rest of time.

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Yet, Ban doesn't want that. He went in to apologize and tell Meliodas he made him feel again. And now here he is sitting on the bridge his husband kidnapped him from. He is standing here in shock before Diane rushes over hugging him tight followed by all their friends.

He's then dragged to the wedding of his friends telling them about his adventure..and realizing he just screwed up and odd sort of love. A love he might never seen again when he dies...after all he might not have any unfinished business and just move on.

Yet, now here he is helping his friend get married feeling numb all over again. All he wants to do is die and go applogize. Heck maybe even go put flowers on his body's site. Hèll maybe even take one of the photos he just walked by of him to snuggle with at nigh-wait what?

He rushes back over picking up the poster to see Mel on it. Mel is the missing rich boy Dian mentioned when he came to town. Mel has been missing for two months. Only two months. Which means the revival spell Ban learned can be used on him.

He can bring Meliodas back to life. He can give him another chance. It's all he can think about as Escanor asks what's wrong.

And with that he's off.

Ban rushes to the forest, friends hot in pursuit scared he's broken down again all the way to Meloidas's buried spot. Once there he starts the spell using his own blood, jsut two drops, for the blood to be used in the spell.

"What are you doing?" Diane panicked rushing to stop the bleeding.

"Stop! Stop please!" He yelled jerking back.

"Ban what's gotten into you?" Merlin asks trying to help.

"Please I just need to see him again! I need to see Mel again and aplogize! I need to make it up to him!" He screws crying a bit. Everyone freezes up before Diane asks what else he needs.

From here everyone helps with the spell, yet some think it's a odd way of moving on from Elaine. Maybe it's a figurative way to release her soul near a creepy branch or something.

At least that's what Diane things before the branch starts to grow skin and scratch at the ground making her scream. Everyone screams befroe Ban drops to his Knees trying to dig the hand up in a blind panic screaming that he needs help. Escanor drops near him, then Gwother, then king and soon Meliodas sits up clinging to Ban gasping for air.

He sits up as his flesh seems to regrow and his body pops back to the way it use to be. And with that he's back. Meliodas has been 100% revived in the arms of Ban. In the arms of his husband.

"Ban i-what did you do?" Mel blurts out.

"I brought you back."

"Why?"

"What?"

"Why? I thought you said you wouldn't have-"

"Mel...you made me feel again."

"What?"

"Ever since I lost Elaine I was numb. Nothing mattered. My whole world was grey and all that made me think was booze. It made me feel like I was floating. Other than that nothing else. Then you came...and you brought light back. You brought beauty back into my world. You showed me joy. You showed me fear. You showed me someone cared. And it made me feel alive again. So if I have to do a spell to revive you that may tie you to me forever so be it...I just want you here, next to me...if you'll have me..."

"Oh I-"

"OH BAN! That's so romantic!" Diane squeals tearing up making a Mel jump and blush seeing all those people. They all blush waving hi before Mel giggles.

"I see you have friends you weren't lying about..."

"Oh yeah! Mel these are my buds, and guys this is Mel my...my..."

"Husband. I'm his husband." Meliodas smiles kissing his cheek.

And with that kiss, they're together for a very long time. For the rest of their lives actually. The entire time as happy as can be...

(anybody have any other ideas for more corpse bride au’s?)

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Tree

Steve x reader x Bucky x Sam

Reader POV

The year was 1516, it was all hallows eve, and you were standing at the edge of the wood near your village.

You were waiting for your lover to arrive with a horse so the two of you could elope. Neither of your parents approved of your relationship, but you wouldn't hear of it.

You were in love with this man, and you desired to be his. You wanted to be his wife.

So, the two of you had made a plan. You would steal a bag of silver and gold from your father, he would take a horse, and the two of you would marry without your family's consent.

The moon was at its highest point, and you were beginning to feel scared. It was all hallows eve, a full moon, you standing in front of the woods, and your lover was nowhere in sight.

There was a loud crack behind you that caused you to jump. Your head snapped behind you as you tried to see what had made the noise.

Your eyes were desperately scouring the wood when a sharp pain exploded in your back.

You let out a loud scream, hand attaching itself to the area as you whipped around to see your lover standing there with a knife.

"Henry?" You whimpered, jumping back as he slashed at you once more. Without a second thought, you rushed into the woods.

You stumbled several times before you decided to kick off your shoes, throw your coin purse, and hike up your long skirt. You could hear Henry behind you screaming your name as you dashed to the left and fell down a hill.

You rolled down the long slope, branches, and prickles scratching your face and arms as you let out small cries. As you reached the bottom of the hill, you laid there for several seconds as Henry's yells dulled into silence.

The pain in your back startled you back into reality, and you had to press your hand to your mouth to silence your cry.

You needed to find help.

As you attempted to stand, your legs gave way and caused you to go tumbling to the forest floor. You tried to stand twice more before abandoning the idea and crawling forwards.

You couldn't say for how long you crawled along the forest floor, but it was a while before you conceded and stopped. The reality of what had happened crashed down on you as you laid, bleeding on the trunk of a tree.

The full moon was shining onto your face as your blood dripped onto the exposed roots of the old tree.

"I don't want to die." You whispered aloud. "I don't want to die. Not like this." You said to yourself, to the moon, to the forest as your eyes closed and your head fell back against the tree, and you fell from the world.

You didn't die.

When you awoke the next morning, there was a loud humming noise in your ears as you made the trek to the edge of the forest.

As you made it to the edge of the wood, suddenly your legs couldn't move. You tried for hours, ran through the majority of the woods, trying to find a way out, but every time you made it to the edge, you were unable to move.

The humming in your ears followed you as you somehow made it back to the tree where you had woken up.

Do not cry. A low voice said into your mind. The sudden appearance from the voice startled you and caused you to jump upright.

"Who said that?" You called, spinning in a circle. "Who's there?"

I am in front of you, young one.

"The tree?" You murmured to yourself. The voice was silent as you reached forward and pressed your hand to the trunk of the tree.

You gasped as sparks traveled through your arm and throughout your body. The humming in your ear turned into loud shouting, and then you were gone.

As it turns out, on that fateful all hallows eve, something happened to you. As you laid dying, your blood mingled with the roots and soil of the tree. This, combined with the full moon, had intertwined your spirit with the tree.

You were a part of the tree, and it a part of you.

This is why you could understand not just your tree, but the other trees of the wood. And they could hear and listen to you too.

It was also why you couldn't leave the woods. You were as bound to the earth here as your tree was.

In the beginning, you had tried to keep track of your time here. Counted out the days and weeks, but soon it became too hard, and you lost track.

Be careful, young one, you could fall. The tree chided as you walked along the thick branches.

"I am always careful." You grinned, lightly hopping to another branch. "Besides, I have had much practice."

You have had much practice in falling. The tree teased you.

"And that practice has left me an experienced climber." You shrugged. You had just climbed to the top of the tree when you witnessed something fall from the sky. "What was that?"

Perhaps you should investigate.

Without another word, you jumped from the tree and began to race towards the crash.

As you got closer, you slowed down and hid behind a tree. From there, you could see what appeared to be a large pile of scraped metal in a heap behind three men.

Two of the men were laid unconscious while a blonde was attempting to help one.

You should go and help them.

"I don't believe that would be a good idea." You whispered.

You are scared. The tree acknowledged your fears. My dear girl, you have no need to fear these men. I sense no danger from them.

"Are you sure?"

I am sure, Y/N. Go and help them.

"Of course." You nodded before moving out into the open. "Allow me to help you." You said to the blonde, startling him.

"Who are you?" He demanded, grabbing a circular disk from beside him.

"My name is Y/N. I mean no harm. I merely wish to help your friends." You said, raising your hands. "Your friend needs yarrow root." You nodded to the brunette. "I just want to help." You repeated to him.

"Please, help us." The blonde's resolve crumbled after a second.

You rushed into action, finding the root quickly and mashing it into a paste with the knife from your belt.

As you coated the brunette's wounds, the blonde was making a splint for the man with darker skin.

"Steve." The blonde announced, causing you to look up from your work.

"Pardon?"

"My name. My name is Steve. Thank you for helping me." Steve told you.

"Of course." You nodded. "The three of you are going to need shelter for the night." You said, noting the darkening sky.

"Where can we find shelter?" Steve asked.

"You can stay with me." You told him. "I live close by."

"Thank you. Thank you so much." Steve breathed. "I can't carry Sam and Buck at once, though," Steve added more to himself.

"Another thing I can help with." You smiled, jumping up and moving to the closest tree. Pressing your hand into the bark, you closed your eyes and passed on your need to it.

Suddenly a large section of bark from the trunk of the tree slid from it and landed gently at your feet.

"Do you think we should carry them or drag your friends back to my home?" You asked, turning to the shocked blonde.

"Your home is lovely." Steve complimented you as you gathered a handful of apples.

"Thank you." You smiled, handing him an apple, and taking a seat beside him. "The trees donated the woods, and I gathered the ferns and leaves myself."

"How did you do that?" Steve questioned you. "Get the tree to do that? And all this?"

"It's very complicated. I'm not even sure how it works, precisely myself." You murmured, looking down. "A long time ago, I was attacked and bleeding out. It was all hallows eve, and my blood mixed with this tree's life force. My spirit is a part of this tree, and this tree is a part of me. I awoke after my death to find I was connected to not only this tree but the rest in this forest." You explained to him.

"My ma used to tell me stories when I was a kid. It was mostly Celtic mythology, but it sorta sounds like you're a Dryad." Steve told you. "I'm sorry that happened to you."

"It's okay. It was a long time ago. At least, I believe it was. Frankly, I lost track of time many moon cycles ago." You said.

"What was the last year you remember?"

"It was 1516 when I died."

"Y/N, it's currently 2018," Steve informed you, causing you to drop your apple in shock.

Sam, Steve, and Bucky had been staying with you for two full moon cycles. The metal they had crashed, a jet Sam told you, was entirely unsalvagable meaning, they couldn't call their team for a rescue.

The nearest town was apparently seventeen hours away, and Sam and Bucky were too injured to walk.

You didn't mind having guests for many reasons. One being you hadn't been in contact with another human who had good intentions for years.

To have people who had been outside these woods, to talk to was a dream come true.

You loved their company more than you could admit. You and Steve would talk about mythology, books, and stories for hours on end. You and Bucky would about your shared interests in nature and in animals until the sunset. And you could listen to Sam explain the outside world and what had happened since your death until he lost his voice.

But they would also listen to you. When you'd explain what you could do, how you'd spend your days, and what life was like when you were alive.

"I can't believe you've never had a burger before." Bucky shook his head as you and Steve picked blackberries.

"To be fair, growing up, we weren't the wealthiest. We were well off and could occasionally afford something from the butcher but not often." You said, smiling as Steve threw a berry at Sam.

"We have to find a way to get you a burger," Sam said, looking at you from where he laid with Bucky. "Maybe you could come with us when we find a way home."

"I couldn't. I can't leave the forest." You shook your head.

"Seriously?" Sam questioned you.

"I tried to leave, but I can't move past the edge of the wood." You told him. "My tree is bound here, and so am I."

"Jesus." Bucky whistled lowly.

"I'm not complaining. I love my life here. I love the animals, the land and the trees. But it does get very lonely here. Before the three of you, I hadn't seen people for fourteen moons."

"Where did they go?"

"They tried to destroy the forest. Men began cutting down trees with these electric contraptions. I could hear all the trees screaming, but I hid until they started cutting my tree." You said, lifting your head and showcasing your neck. "The second they cut into my tree, I began to feel the pain it did."

"What happened to them?"

"I frightened and angry, and it was as if the forest came to life." You said, looking down. "I don't know what I did, but none of those men came out alive." You added, lightly tracing the scar on your throat.

"That wasn't your fault. You lost control. It happens to the best of us." Steve assured you.

"They still died by my hand. It is still an accident I caused."

"Do you regret it?" Bucky asked you. "Do you regret what you did?"

"Every day." You nodded. "I regret what happened to them every day."

"Then that's all you can do. All you can do is look back on your mistakes and regret them." Bucky told you. "Take it from me as someone who has made many mistakes over their lifetime." He said, causing you to nod.

"Now that we've gotten that out of the way, Steve carry me back to the treehouse," Sam said, reaching his arms out to the blonde. "I think it's time we try to cook for Y/N."

The boys had officially been in your forest for three months. The three were all healed up but were still staying with you.

"Bucky, no!" You shrieked as the man wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you off the ground.

"Come swim with us, doll." Bucky grinned, walking you over to the lake where Steve and Sam were waiting.

"I swear, Bucky." You began before being tossed into a waiting Sam's arms. As you sputtered up water, Bucky stood on the bank laughing hardly. "I'll give you something to laugh about." You grinned, flicking your hand, causing a branch to whip Bucky into the water.

"Okay, okay, I give!" Bucky shouted as Steve and Sam howled with laughter. "You win!" He surrendered.

The three of you spent hours in the lake until you were all pruney, which is when you all moved onto the shore.

"If you could have one thing, what would it be?" Sam asked randomly as the four of you gazed at the clouds. "I'd kill for one of Stark's smoothies."

"A dragon," Bucky said immediately.

"Ma's soup," Steve responded.

"What about you, Y/N? If you could have one thing in this world, what would it be?" Bucky asked after you remained silent.

"I want to have love." You said without looking away from the sky. "I think I stopped believing it was a real thing after Henry for a long time."

"And now?" Steve asked. "What do you think now?"

"I think. I think I'm a fool. Looking back, what I had with Henry was never a good relationship. I was foolish and naive when I was with Henry, and I don't think I even knew what love felt like then." You said, turning to face him.

"Do you feel it now?" Bucky pressed you.

"I do, and I think I understand the difference between being in love and loving something. I love the trees. I love my woods. I loved my family." You began, biting your lip when you paused.

"And?" Sam asked, rolling over to face you. "What's the difference?"

"It's nothing important. Ignore me." You told him.

"Doll, we want to hear what you have to say. It's important to us." Bucky told you.

You took a deep breath as you sat on your knees and faced the three who sat up.

"I love the trees. I love my woods. I loved my family. But I think I'm in love. I think I'm in love with the three of you. I don't the same way about those things that I do about the three of you are. Everything I feel about each of you is so deep and raw, and it frightens me.

And it also frightens me that I'm feeling all these things for each of you. Because I don't think I could choose, and I know that's wrong. And I'm a sinner and a harlot for the thought of it but,-" You began to rant only to be cut off by Steve's finger on your lips.

"Breathe, Y/N." He chuckled lightly. "What you're talking about does not make you a sinner or a harlot."

"On the contrary, what you're proposing is something we would be more than okay with," Bucky told you. "The three of us are already in a committed relationship, and we've been talking about asking you to join us."

"What?" You whispered.

"Y/N, I know this is very different from the teachings of your time, but what your discussing is normal now. Men can be with men, women with women, and multiple people can be in a relationship." Sam explained to you.

"Were you kidding about me joining you?" You asked, looking between the three men who all smiled at you.

"Not at all," Sam said, and suddenly he was leaning towards you. Just as his lips were about to connect with yours, there was a loud whirring noise above your heads.

"What is that?" You yelled above the noise.

"I think it's our team!" Steve yelled back as a jet landed in the clearing. You watched apprehensively as a door opened, and two women and three men exited the quinjet.

"You're alive!" An older man cheered, swaggering forward.

"How did you find us?" Steve asked as the four of you stood to greet them, you sticking to Sam's side.

"Tony hacked into a lot of satellites." The redheaded woman said, embracing Bucky, then Steve stopping as she spotted you. "Who's your friend, boys?"

"This is Y/N." Sam introduced. "She's the only reason any of us are alive. Y/N, this is Natasha."

"It's very nice to meet you." You greeted, sticking your hand out to the woman.

"Thank you for keeping our friends alive," Natasha said, shaking your hand firmly.

"No trouble at all."

"With these three? I doubt it." One man snickered, receiving a smack to the arm from the other girl. "What do you three say? Are you ready to return to the real world?"

You shared a look with your boys at this.

"Your lady friend can come too if she wants." The first man offered.

"I appreciate the offer, but I can't leave the woods." You smiled weakly at him.

"Huh?" A blond man said, scrunching his eyebrows at you.

"She's bound to the land," Bucky explained.

"She's a Dryad. Her soul is connected with a specific tree here." Steve added. "She can't leave it."

"It's okay, boys. Go." You told them. "Others need you more than I do."

"But Y/N," Sam started. "We don't care about them, not as much as we care about you."

"Sam, you need to go. All of you. You save the world. It needs you more than you think. If you were to stay here and something were to happen that you could have fixed, I would feel guilty. And so would you. You have to go home."

"We'll come back and visit," Steve said after a minute. "All the time."

"Steve, you actually want to leave?" Bucky asked him, surprised.

"No, I don't want to, but we have to. We all know it." Steve reasoned with his partners.

"We'll visit every month. We'll be here so often you'll want us to leave." Sam promised you.

"I don't think I could ever get mad at you." You said, hugging each one of the men before pushing them towards their friends. "Go. Save the world."

"We'll be back. We promise." They said as they boarded the jet. You waved as the door closed and it began to make loud noises once more.

"It's not like I'll be going anywhere."

We can all see what you're doing, young one. Your tree said as you deposited another pile of blackberries in your home.

“Getting ready to make another berry spread? Yes.” You nodded.

You’re not fooling any of us, young one. You’re in pain, you just won’t admit it.

It had been four days since your boys had had to go back home. And you had been doing anything and everything you could to keep your mind off them.

“I miss them.” You sighed, sitting on the ground. “I miss them so much.”

It is understandable. You love them but they promised to return, that is something.

“It is.” You nodded, leaning your back on the wood. “I hope they come back soon.”

The sun had shifted another place in the sky when you heard the loud rumbling of a jet. At first you merely watched but as it began to land you rushed to your feet to greet them.

“I missed you!” You sighed, throwing yourself into Bucky’s arms

“We missed you too, doll.” Bucky said as Sam stole you into his arms.

“It’s so good to see you, Y/N.” Sam said, squeezing you gently before passing you to Steve who also enveloped you in his arms.

“What are you all doing here? Not that I’m mad but it’s only been four days.” You said, pulling back from them.

“I know but it took us four days to come up with this and get in contact with these two.” Bucky said, gesturing to the two men behind you.

“Y/N, this is Loki and Thor. They’ve agreed to help you if you want them to.” Steve introduced you.

“How can you help me?” You asked, cocking your head to the side.

“We cannot unbind you from your tree but we can move it.” Thor informed you. “My brother will preform a stasis charm and it will put both you and the tree into a state of sleep.”

“This will allow us to move you and your tree back to the compound. You can come with us. See the outside world again.” Sam told you.

“Are you kidding me?”

“No. This is real, if you want it, you can come with us.” Steve said.

“So what do you say, baby doll? Will you come home with us?”

“Yes!” You cheered, pulling Steve, who was the closest to you, down to your height and kissing him passionately. You quickly did the same to Sam and Bucky before hugging the both Thor and Loki. “Thank you! Thank you so much for this!”

“It is no hardship.” Thor assured you, patting your back gently.

“Come on, doll. Let’s get to your tree and get you two home.”

Non-reader POV

“Y/N! Are you out here?” Sam called as he, Steve and Bucky entered the wooded area of the compound.

The four of them had been together for three years and they were all incredibly happy together. Y/N had left a note for the boys in their shared room reading merely come find me.

“Oh doll!” Bucky called as they closed in on her tree. “Where are you?”

“Boo!” Y/N cheered, jumping from a branch onto Steve’s back. “I win.” She smiled at Sam and Bucky.

“You sure do, doll.” Bucky chuckled, taking Y/N down from Steve’s back. “What’s going on, doll?”

“Well, I’m not sure if you remembered, but it’s been three years since we met, give or take a week and I’ve decided we have to celebrate.” Y/N smiled. “So I made us a picnic and it’s up there.” She pointed to her treehouse.

“What did we do to deserve you?” Sam asked, pulling her closer to kiss her.

“Do you want my list?” She teased as they pulled apart. “I’m kidding! Now come on, the foods getting cold!”

The four stayed in Y/N’s tree for the rest of the night and well into the next day. The tree that was more responsible for their relationship than anyone admitted.

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