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nescamonster · 6 months

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Not terrible moment

So I am in love with @asterbae 's amazing Fic "Perfect Slaughter" on Ao3. Unfortunately I was not blessed with the artistic streak, all I can do is offer up is a non cannon, fanfiction of Their fanfiction to give the Boys a tiny sliver of a not terrible moment in their eternal lives cause boy does Tyrus and Astarion got it rough and i love it but also wanna let them take a breath.

Any who hope I didn't butcher the characters too badly, Don't judge on my work, check out Perfect slaughter for yourselves! (Though beware dead dove, definitely take in the tags before you read)

It had taken 87 years, but finally, the stars aligned.

Tyrus couldn't let the chance pass them by, as he didnt know when another perfect night would arrive. Cazador so rarely let Tyrus bring in prey, and rarer still on the same night as Astarion.

"Come, darling, I'll help you find a mark." Astarion called to Tryus as the spawns started dispersing after receiving orders.

"Surely he doesn't need his hand held anymore astarion." Violet teased, her sharp eyes going between them wonderingly.

"It's about not being punished. Do you think the master will stop at tyrus' incompetence or would he then look to the one who trained him?" Astarion gave a sarcastic tap against his temple, "i know you rarely use it darling, but if you don't stretch those mental muscles they will degrade you know."

Violet hissed, showing her fangs but she left without another word. No doubt fearing standing there arguing was eating into her hunting time.

Astarion flashed a victorious smile then looked more softly at Tyrus who happily fell into step beside the older vampire spawn. This was what he wanted after all.

"Lets try the elfsong for you I think." Astarion mused aloud only to raise a brow when Tryus shook his head, "oh? You've something else in mind?"

Tyrus had felt ill when he made this plan, but he knew now after so many years that there was no enjoyment without pain. His, astarions, someones. There had to be suffering to equal the scales.

"Homeless twins. Near the wyrms rock last I saw them." Tyrus wanted this part over as quickly as possible, "they run a scam where they pretend to be the same human, but their blood scent betrays them."

Astarions eyes lit up with interest and his step increased, "I guess we could spare an hour to look…"

Tyrus kept the pace, his eyes down and Astarion noticed, slowing slightly and clearing his throat to have the younger drow look up at him.

"Any particular reason why you've waited until now to speak of such prey?" A warning tone entered his honeyed voice, "you weren't attempting to spare-"

Tyrus couldn't help the burst of bitter laughter that spilt from his lips at the thought.

"This is the most selfish thing I have ever done." He admitted, "I saved them for when we could hunt together. I knew you would do better at securing them quickly."

"Well a night in our bunks is preferable too-"

"No." Tyrus was firm with his denial. He didn't do this, offering up innocent siblings so they could lay in the dark and wait for the next atrocity. Astarions step faltered but he caught himself and they kept moving at a quick pace through the city.

As Astarion stayed quiet, Tyrus knew he was waiting for an explanation.

"I-I wanted at least an hour… to-to show you something." Why were the words so hard to say? Why did astarions guarded look cut him to the core?

Tyrus was not well fed enough to blush, but he kept his eyes on the road they walked and pushed through, "i would like if we could secure our offering then- take a, a moment, before…"

No doubt astarion was burning with curiosity but tyrus was thankful he asked no more. Instead he had the drow direct them to these homeless vagabonds.

The twins were comely, by no means beautiful but their identical faces made for an interesting gimmick that was sure to please Cazador. Astarion took the lead, for which Tyrus was grateful.

He didn't need to do more than smile and wrap his arms around one woman's waist before her sister was drugged and asleep. She squirmed as she saw this, but Tyrus knew better than to let her go. He just held her still as Astarion force fed her the drugged wine and helped his fellow spawn stow them both in a secure location they could return to in an hour.

Astarion brushed off his doublet and smiled at Tyrus when the drow used his cantrip to clean the dirt desperate fingers had left on him. They were taking a risk not immediatly returning but Astarion said nothing of that, instead cocking his head at Tyrus.

"So, where too now?" He asked.

Tyrus lead the way, checking homes as they found one that didn't prevent them entry. An abandoned home filled with dirt and vermin that Astarion eyed with distaste and thirst warring in his face.

"You cannot be thinking of sneaking a drink." Astarion in an unbelieving tone, "you cannot be that dense even after all these years."

Tyrus was cleaning up a small amount of space, using the weave to clear the dirt and scare away the rats, "no,no. I would never." He shuddered, remembering with vivid detail the consequences of taking blood from anywhere but cazadors' hands.

Instead he sat down in the cleared space and pet the floor next to him. Astarion was cautious but less so than any of their siblings. He lowered himself with grace and looked about warily.

"A nice little hovel. I can see why you just had to show me."

Tyrus gave a shaky breath and smiled at the Spawn who had made the years just slightly less terrible then they could have been. He pulled from his pocket some fleece and reached into the weave as he spoke.

"Close your eyes for a moment, they might take a bit of time to adjust…" then he spoke the incantation, pulling the impossible through to the possible.

Astarion hadnt closed his eyes so it was with a fearful shout that he slammed his shoulders back against the wall as the major image illusion unfolded around them.

Grass sprung up, earsing the floorboards, as the world expanded, grey skies and dark trees filling a twenty foot space. Tyrus held onto his concentration even as Asatrion swore, gazing up a stormy sky just before the rain broke, sunlight diluted by the clouds but clearly day in a forest clearing.

They could smell the ozone, the scent of wet foliage strong in the air. A light breeze tingled their skin but no illusion could ruffle their clothes which stayed static in this moment. They could hear the soft rumble of the thunder and the rustle of the leaves. Tyrus turned to look fully at his companion once the spell was fully cast and was horrified to see tears starting to spill.

Astarion lifted a shaky hand to clasp over his mouth as his eyes were blown wide, taking in the sight. He had only shed two tears but as starved as they were kept, he may as well have been sobbing.

"Oh, I'm sorry! This-this was meant to be- i-i'll cancel it, hold on." Tyrus prepared to drop it, but astarions hand shot out, grasping his forearm.

"Don't you dare!" He hissed, "don't you give me this just to take it away!"

Tyrus stopped, then carefully and slowly placed his hands over astarions, nodding his agreement, "I won't. We can stay here for as long as… well twenty minutes or so anyway."

Astarion paid no heed to the time limit, instead taking in the view, seemingly trying to imprint it into his mind. He didn't move his grip, so Tyrus settled for petting Astarions hand gently and looking around himself.

"I don't remember… where this is." Tyrus felt he owed Astarion an explanation but it was difficult. So much was gone, so many important things.

"I think I had a family? And, and we were… i've no idea why i was here, or when… but i remember the storm" they both looked at it now, rolling lazily towards them, "i remember thinking it was beautiful."

"It is…" Astarion suddenly gave a choked laugh, "we can never speak of this."

"I know." Of course Tyrus knew that. Cazador was strict with how much access his spawn had to the weave. He'd be furious they had experienced even a second of sunlight, illusioned and storm dimmed as it was.

Tyrus looked down as Astarion moved his hand from forearm to clasp with Tyrus' fingers. The High elf looked him in the eye as he gentle brought the drows hand to his lips, a chaste kiss planted on his knuckles, featherlight but filled with emotion.

"Thank you… Tyrus…" Astarion sounded breathless, his voice hushed as another roll of thunder broke, "I will never forget this… thank you."

The image faded around them, a silence falling as reality reasserted itself. Astarion still had his hand and Tyrus realized that neither of them were breathing.

Astarion closed his eyes then took a shuddering breath before opening them, his face a mask of mischievous once more. He kindly returned tyrus' hand to its owner and stood in one graceful movment.

"We should be off"

"I-i have one more-" Tyrus stuttered, trying to offer another casting. He didn't want the moment to be over, did not want to return to their lives so soon.

Astarions smile was sad but kind as he offered a hand to the drow, "best not live in dreams darling, magnificent as they are."

Tyrus squeezed his eyes shut, feeling the burn of tears unshed for a long moment before he too let go of the dream. They had a single moment where they were not spawn, but free under an untamed sky. A moment that was as illusionary as the spell itself.

He took Astarions hand, standing and nodding. It was time to return to what was real for no amount of trickery would stop cazador from finding them if they didn't return themselves.

Their hands fell apart, palms still carrying the warmth of the other. Then the two left the hovel and went to collect their offering to their cruel master.

Above the city, a storm crackled, beginning to roll across the night sky…

#bg3 #fanfiction #fanfiction of a fanfiction #fanception #Perfect Slaughter #Let them hug damn it #but hugs are too much stimulation #let them hold hands damn it #love love love Tyrus #Love love love Astarion

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hetr0ph0bic · 1 year

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summary : riri bestie come to wakanda and shuri is kinda selfish

its mature they not hunching frfr

the fits if you need a visual/ want

riri https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1a/d9/2f/1ad92f47b48b21361a2b6a77fd7c03ef.jpg

shuri https://i.pinimg.com/564x/2b/d2/2e/2bd22ea92a6aff5a0169d25c2cdaa8f4.jpg

ray https://www.instagram.com/p/CkSHQj3sAL3/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

and i posted 2 times this week stop play with me. also the bestie is bdtrelilbrother from tictok i love him down .i never tried anything like this fr, yall know this only my second fic so give tips in shit i neeeed it!!!!! also this can be a part to i think i got a couple ideas!

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riri looks up from the board she is writing on. in the lab, she’s making updates to shuri’s panther suit.

“hey baby” shuri peeks up at the call

“ remember my friend is coming into town for this week he’s staying for like 2 days. i’ve got a list of things planned for us. you can always join” she smiles turning back to the board.

“knowing you get clingy and jealous as hell” she mutters to herself

“what I do not, I’m not clingy! have fun with your little friend.” shuri tells the lie so smoothly. riri rolls her eyes at the tale

“ oh, you don’t? wanna bet? I think I had seen some shoes I wanted” shuri tutts her

“ you can scam them lil college students, but you can’t scam me” she ends with booping her nose.

days pass by rapidly

riri’s heals clack with the materials of the landing deck. she walks up to the landing shuttle. okoye pops out of the aircraft with her bestie ray trucking behind her.

“ ms. willams I’ve delivered your weird, talkative friend”

“fast and safely thankyou, thankyou, general”

black pants sagging, white tee, white air force 1’s and a shiny necklace on his neck. sticking out like a sore thumb. a classic african american in wakanda. in his left hand is his large suitcase.

finally, they spot each other. ray drops in suitcase immediately, they run and capture each other in a warm embrace. holding each other tight with arms wrapped around each other. unaware to the two shuri is spying above, looking out from the lab window.

‘they don’t have to hug for that long’ shuri sneers out

“ bitchhh you look good” the two down below, began to catch up.

“ no, ray literally missed you so much them calls just wasn’t cutting it no more” riri wipes a dry tear from her clear eyes.

“i knowwww! okay so I look good now, where are we going” ray spins around showing off his outfit

“yeahh, head to show wakanda how we get’s down, yeahhh” a nasty giggle is delivered from the two.

“okay, wait. so first I’m hungry so food, and then after that we can come back change and go out to the club” on queue riri stomach marks a monstrous growl.

“oooooo you got it all planned out for lil ole me” ray is jumping at squealing.

“ but..” riri causes him to stop jumping

“ I did invite shuri with us, she is always cooped up in her lab and I want her to bond with you also.” she nervously says.

“oh girl you had me stressed! yeah I’m down with the queen for sure” “do she know how to party tho?” he whispers, with a nasty smirk riri nods her head.

“umm she can party forsure , hopefully she just has the strength to get out of the lab”

“girl you know what! keep them lil nasty thoughts for later you have to tell me everything later about you and the fucking QUEEN”

they enter the palace, going to ray's guess room

“ oh my god, bitch , this my room?!?”

“ uhh yea something wrong”

“ nah it’s giving black luxury!!! giving i needa find me a lil wakandan man so I can settle down here” he drags out, causing a series of laughter to erupt from the room. they put away the items and head out for food.

“okay so I know you love your nigerian food but we just gonna go by the vibes tonight” riri states while playing with her gifted personal beads

“yeah, I’ll buss it down for sum greens, ANY TIME AND DAY! plus I don’t want to get anything I can get back at home.” he speaks while looking over to what riri is playing with.

finally getting her beads to corporate “ hey baby me and raymonte finna head out for some dinner, after we eat we was thinking about coming back here and getting dressed to go out to the club. I’ll keep you updated if anything changes. also, if you're going let me know! bye, love you.”

pointing to the kimoyo beads, “friend why is you taking to yo bracelet”

“oh these my kimoyo beads i can do a whole bunch with them. video call, regular call, record, do the lil cpr thing with them” ray pokes the beads.

“ oh okay I knew you said wakanda has technological advancements but dang”

“ yeah just wait till you see the rest of the city”

they exit the palace heading to the maglev train.

“ ri where the fuck the rails at omg”

“ ray get on the fucking train please. even if I did explain how it works, you still gone be confused.”

“ I ain’t even mad, you know me so well, I missed you so bad.”

they finally reach the city floor, orange skies complemented the tall building and buzzing streets.

“ you know wakanda give new york but like… without all the bad shit.”

“what the hell is you talking about”

“ new york like the best state kinda right, everyone loves new york. but they got high ass rent, trash, bugs, terrible homes everything is so much for lackluster. wakanda is just like new york but make it no bad shit oh and african- girl why it’s a whole mexican pop up thingy” riri just listens as her friend talks rambles on and on.

“oh since shuri made an alliance with the man namor”

“ wait the the bitch who was tryna murk you??”

“ yeah him, the talokans really like wakanda so some of them bring their food over here so yeah, but wakanda ain’t completely cut off we got food from like every african country and even soul food”

“ oh snap so they still knew the world, but was hiding from it ??? crazy”

“uhhhh yeah and yeah kbbq”

“ohhh okay well ms international want to share a torta?”

“ they got a wakanda inspired one, this beans, meat, and cheese different”

they order the food, sharing the sandwich while exploring the golden city. they stop and see different neighborhoods and downtown and malls.

soon rays legs start hurting so the exploring is cut short.

“ girl, wait, pause, my feet thobbin i need lay down”

“oh look here go the train just in time” they hop onto the maglev making their way to the palace. stepping into the entrance ray goes to his room to rest up and to get dressed, riri goes up to check on shuri. trotting into the lab,she finds it empty, still thinking her lover could be in there, she enters even further.

“shuri you in here” silence greats her.

‘hmm, maybe she’s in her room’

quickly reaching the room, she greats the queen.

“hey baby I’ve been looking for you”

“oh I was up here I stopped working a little early, how was the food?” shuri kisses the small girls forehead pulling her into her lap on the bed.

“ good we shared a torta. sooo that means you coming out with us?”

“uhhh I don’t know all about your friend”

“what baby, you never even met him”

“I’m just saying he’s really close and touch with you” riri gives a look to shuri

“see! I want my money I knew you was gone do this” shuri rolles her eyes at her

“yeah whatever I'm not going” shuri pushes riri off her lap trying to get under the covers. riri goes into the closet pulling out a dress.

“oh baby calm down, that’s just how we are. you have literally nothing to worry about I promise. this is a person that means a lot to me. he’s closer than family.” riri finishes as she slips up the short dress, “can you zip me up”

“wha what your wearing … that” shuri stares at her blankly

“umm yeah? it just a dress you should get dressed” picking up her phone riri calls ray

“are you ready”

“ yeah i’m puting on my shoes right now.”

“okay let me see the fit.” ray turns the camera around towards the full body mirror.

“okay lil gangsta” rounds of high pitch yeahhhs are said.

“yeahhhh”

“yeahhhh! you look good real bad”

“oh ooo lemme see you” shuri is already on edge. riri props the phone up on a dresser and backs away giving a 360

“my GAWD you big booty bit-” shuri slams the phone down ending the call.

“shuri… for real? why you do that” riri says with big pout

“ really…” shuri rolls her eyes at riri’s confusion. shuri zips up her low rise jeans, ready to go.

“you're deadass giving him a 360, I need you, to be for real” riri sends a text message

‘meet me at the club, and go with one of the doras’ she then drops the location

shortly riri and shuri are walking up to the club. shuri’s arm rest around riri’s waist as they walk in. the club atmosphere is surrounded with yellows and browns.

“want a drink love”

“yeah baby and can u get ray some shots of tequila” hesitating she agrees.

the scientist stalks around the club looking for the man, once she spots him she waved him over.

“girl let’s go dance” ray damn near yanks riri out of her heals to her dance floor.

the club is loud, lights bright, speakers blasting music. songs switch fast, at first freak hoe by speaker knockers is blaring. ray naturally turns around to riri and dances on her. creating a small crowd to hype him up. shuri is on her way back to the spot she left riri originally. spotting all the commotion, she makes her way to the dance floor. people naturally parting ways once they look up and see its shuri that’s cutting through. before she reaches the two, ray is still dancing on riri. then the song changes again and city girls is playing, the two irrupt screams.

“do it baby stick it baby suck up on that” riri screams

“WHATTT” ray answers

“until that”

“WHATT”

“hickey baby” they both scream the lyrics in sync, adding their own twist to the song.

riri then begins to dance on ray, in return he catches her as she did to him. riri dress rides up a bit and ray goes to pull it down.

“hold up bookie your dress”

shuri then closes the remaining distance, stepping into riri’s front line of vision. the younger head shoots up at the touch.

“ oh hey baby, ray this is shuri, shuri this is ray”

“heeey miss queen” shuri’s eyebrows rise to the top of her forehead, she didn’t expect him

to be so nice, but she is still pissed.

‘maybe riri was right, well we will see’

“hello good to finally meet you ray, you know since you stole my girlfriend away from me” she passes all the drinks around.

“shuri stop” riri smacks her arm.

ray give a loud cackle, “ms shuri you could have joined us earlier when we went and got some food. i never wanna steal her away from you, even though she was and is my first.”

shuri tries to bite her tongue, but she can't hold back.

“yeah, that’s cute, but I’m who she belongs to, so now what.”

shuri snakes her arm around riri’s waist, causing her dress to ride up. sensing that she then places a hand on her ass giving it a squeeze.

“OOOOO you said she was pressure, BUT GOOD GAWD” ray and riri giggle and geek over shuris possessiveness.

they dance all night, the queen finally letting loose for real. the club is jumping, the room to move gets smaller and smaller. after a few rounds of drinks and shots riri starts to feel the effects. Rihanna’s work seeps into the loudspeakers. as work plays riri grinds her hips on shuri. she turns around placing her hands on her knees fully loosing any shame or decorum. they dance to the beat, as ray tells them he’s going to the bar. riri turns around to put her hands around the queen's shoulder. out the corner of her eye she spots ray. her best friend is seen talking to some tall guy with muscles the too leaning on the bar. she is pulled away from her nosy antics by shuri.

“your lucky i love you for real.”

“I know I’m very lucky, but what made you think that this time”

“your dance on your little friend”

“love it’s my body I can dance on whom I want” they still continue to dance despite the weight on the conversation. work fades in quickie by Miguel.

“I understand that, but it’s just like, why she can’t dance with me, I’m her girlfriend. I’m the one who can make you scream, nobody else can.” shuri tightens the hold on riri’s waist.

“you are mine love, you know I don't sharing what mine love.” the queen snakes her hands down to riri’s core, delivering light touches. she knows the little drivers her insane, continuing, she rubs her clothes clit in circles. riri leans her head back on shuri’s shoulder, releasing moans that the music hungrily swallows. shuri front to riri’s ass, she persists putting the girl through hell, riri can’t wait to rip off her tight dress. the night slowly comes to an end, the boy and the couple slowly walks back to the palace.

“girl wakanda party a lil too hard for lil ole me” the group cackled

“nahh, but I did see that man you was talking to at the bar”

“you always been so noisy, stay otta grown folks business”

“but nah I never got his number, I don’t know if he forgot or that’s just wakanda’s customs”

“It's not”

“well damn, I guess that's it for that then”

they enter the train platform and ray bumps into someone “ooop sorry bookie.”

ray looks up and see it’s the guy from the bar from. feet away, the couple sees them exchange numbers and socials. shocked and amazing at the perfect timing.

walking back to the couple “yeah, yeah! better hind your mans raymonte outside y’all”

they ride the train, walking into the palace.

“oops sorry bookie” shuri repeats in her accent tears in her eyes.

the couple head up to their room. while stripping off her dress riri sparks the conversation back up again.

“but what makes you act that way, you know I love you”

“yeah, but it just doesn’t feel good being selfish. I know it's irrational, but I do try.”

“plus, I just met ray and I thought he was some straight man trying to steal you away!!”

“first of all good thing we both gay” riri laughs at shuri’s misunderstanding.

“and also you really thought I’m gonna give up you! YOU! wakanda, the relationships I’ve built her for some man… ewww!” riri slips out of the dress heading to the shower, shuri in tow.

“even if I was into men, he can’t do nothing. somebody that can’t even cook noodles right ? somebody that calls me when he gets scared of spiders and shit.” riri pulls the nob for the hot water to turn on.

“wow that’s crazy but not too much on bookie okay!” they giggle as their bodies become clean with the soapy suds.

#shuri udaku #shuriri #princess shuri #shuri fanfiction #riri x shuri #shuri #riri williams #shuri x riri #queen of wakanda #wakanda forever #black panther #shuri black panther

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razieltwelve · 9 months

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Easy Mark (Final Rose)

Note: Set in the Yang x Averia x Elsa AU... which also appears to be the Ruby x Weiss x Jahne AU.

X X X

Ruby stared at the cards in disbelief. "Again? How do you keep winning?" She glared as menacingly as she could at Jahne. it had zero effect on the blonde. "You said you wouldn't use your Semblance!"

"I can promise you that I am not using my Semblance." Jahne's lips curled. "Now, Ruby, you know what you have to do."

The dark-haired woman looked about nervously. "Do I have to?"

Jahne's gaze softened. "If it truly makes you uncomfortable, then you don't have to. However... I am most certainly looking forward to the view."

Ruby swallowed thickly. "I... okay." Slowly, she removed her shirt. Jahne's gaze was molten as she took in the newly revealed expanses of toned, pale skin. "Uh..."

"Lovely." Jahne smirked. "Absolutely lovely. What do you think, Weiss?"

Weiss swallowed thickly. "Very much so."

Like Ruby, Weiss was already down several items of clothing whereas Jahne was almost fully dressed. The fourth player in their little game of strip poker was Diana. Like Jahne, she had hardly removed any clothing at all.

As per the rules, none of them were allowed to use their Semblances.

"I can't wait to win again," Jahne murmured. "That would be your bra, right?"

Ruby squeaked. "Maybe?"

"Jahne," Diana pointed out. "Ruby still has her stockings on." The dark-haired woman sniggered. "I wonder why she chose to leave those on while removing her shirt."

Ruby's eyes widened. "I forgot about my stockings!"

Weiss stared at the aforementioned socks. "I don't mind her leaving them on."

Jahne rolled her eyes. "You've always had a thing for stockings. And thigh-highs? You're practically drooling."

"Oh shut up," Weiss hissed. "I've seen you staring too."

"Yes, but I'm honest about it." Jahne leered at Ruby. "See?"

"You sure you need me here?" Diana asked. "Because as much as I like you all, I'm not into you that way. If you three want to just call it a game, I'd be happy to go enjoy my winnings while you three enjoy each other."

"We can hardly call it a proper poker game if we only have three people."

"Are we playing poker? Because this seems more like an excuse to -" Diana stopped. "Ah. We might have to stop here."

"Oh?" Jahne raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"

"My sister is on her way here." Diana paused. "She's currently on stealth mode, but I always know where she is. She should be getting here right about... now."

The door opened, and Averia's gaze flicked around the room. She took careful note of the lack of clothing Ruby and Weiss had, as well as the all but fully dressed state Jahne and Diana were in.

"Jahne, are you scamming Ruby and Weiss?" Averia sighed. "And are you helping her, Diana?"

Diana shrugged. "What are friends for?"

"Wait..." Ruby blinked. "Scamming us? What do you mean? We made everybody promise not to use their Semblances."

"..." Averia stared at Ruby in disbelief. "And you don't think that Jahne has a hundred other ways to cheat?"

"Oh." Ruby's mouth opened and closed. "Then... then...!"

"I'm afraid that I've been using my evil poker cheating powers to get you and Weiss naked," Jahne drawled. "Alas, my glorious leader interrupted before my plans could come to fruition."

Averia sighed. "Jahne..."

"What?" Jahne smirked unrepentantly. "Ruby and Weiss are so cute when they think they've got a chance. And there's a certain... anticipation to removing pieces of clothing one by one..."

Averia turned on her heel. "Do as you like. I'm only here because Yang insisted I go check up on Ruby. I think she was more worried about Ruby losing all her cookies for the next year than she was about you getting her clothes off."

Ruby smiled sunnily. "I'll have you know that no cookies were involved in tonight's betting!"

Diana sniggered. "I'm not sure that's something to be proud of." She got up. "Anyway, it looks like my work here is done. Have fun you three!"

Averia elbowed Diana in the gut. "Stop being obnoxious."

#final rose #fanfiction #averia yun farron #diana yun farron #weiss schnee #ruby rose #jahne nabaat

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valentineforlemonandcherry · 1 year

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Ash & Skylight Part 10

This is currently planned to be a mid-length story between You/Reader, Charlie Weasley, and Oliver Wood.

Summary: All you’ve ever wanted in life was to know where exactly you could plant your feet in the ground and grow into yourself. Clearly, you never meant to fall for a certain ginger-haired, freckly, dragon-chaser called Charlie Weasley. Even moreso, you certainly never meant to invite in a particular overly-competitive, Quidditch fanatic named Oliver Wood into your life. And yet, perhaps there is something to be found in the skies, after all; perhaps there is a bit of promise in risking it all in the wide, blue world above.

[Multi-Post Story] [Charlie Weasley x Reader] [Oliver Wood x Reader] [Warning: If you don’t like sad endings, this one may not be for you.]

Note: Part 10 does not contain any explicit smut. (It’s coming, I promise.)

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True to his promise, over the summer, Oliver bombarded you with so much Puddlemere United clothing and merchandise that your mother finally came to you and asked, in a very worried voice, why you were spending all your money over a sudden obsession with a boyband.

“It’s not a boyband,” you said, as you reached over and slowly took the latest package away from her.

“Then what is it? This – This Puddle - ?”

“Puddlemere United. It’s my friend’s Quidditch team.”

Your mother blinked.

Seeing her confusion, you explained, “It’s a magical sport.”

“Sport? You play a sport?”

“My friend does.”

“And does this ‘friend’ of yours send these things to all of his friends?”

“No. Just – Just me.”

Your mother hesitated.

Oh no, she’s going to ask if he’s my boyfriend, you thought, cringing already.

Instead, your mother asked, “Is he scamming you?”

You stared at her. “What? No, he sends me these things because he’s – we’re very close.”

“Close, huh?” Shrewdly, your mother pointed out, “But there haven’t been any letters attached to these packages.”

“That’s because he’s not very good at writing letters. He did warn me beforehand and he promised me to send me a bunch of stuff instead.”

Your mother frowned. “Sending gifts is easy, though. He sounds like a textbook playboy.”

On this point, you reassured her earnestly, “No, Mum, he’s really, really not.”

* * * * * * * * * *

When your Hogwarts letter arrived, carrying the welcome-back letter and your N.E.W.T results, you were pleasantly surprised with your final marks, but you had to admit you were the slightest bit disappointed when the Head Girl badge didn’t fall out of the envelope. Still, you were able to tuck your letter away with little more than a rueful smile. You were let down, but it didn’t feel as important as it would have even a year ago.

You went down to dinner with your family. The television was on in the background, though none of you were paying attention to it. The announcer was saying, “And now, we have some frightening news. Mass murderer Sirius Black has escaped from prison and is on the run…”

* * * * * * * * * *

It was your first day back at Hogwarts. Gripping your new school schedule in your hand, you made your way up to the faraway classroom of History of Magic.

The corridor was desolate when you arrived. You knew it would be. Few students opted to subject themselves to the wheezy monotone of Professor Binns. In truth, you found it rather relaxing. Besides, you’d always thought that History of Magic was a very important subject because you agreed with the general concept that history was bound to repeat itself.

You settled back, leaning against the wall and waiting for Binns to pop his ghostly head through the classroom door to invite his students in.

However, you heard an unexpected plea from around the corner. “I have to go to class now. I know you don’t like when I leave you, but I need you to understand. Please.”

You frowned. Huh? Why would going to class be a problem for anybody?

You knew it wasn’t any of your business, but your curiosity got the better of you. You walked around the corner of the hallway. “Excuse me, what’s going - ?”

Your sentence cut short as you caught sight of the huge, grumpy white cat who had somehow managed to perch himself on the windowsill of a very high window.

Hannah and Ernie were standing underneath the windowsill, trying to coax Bean to come down so that they could go to class.

“Oh no, not again,” you whisper-groaned to yourself.

Upon hearing you, Hannah and Ernie turned around.

“Oh, hello,” Hannah said. “Bean won’t come down. You remember Bean, don’t you?”

Behind her, Bean was slowly inching towards a potted Mimbulus Mimbletonia.

You paused. What in Merlin’s name is a plant like that doing up there?

Your hesitation cost you, however. In the next second, Bean reached out and swatted happily at the plant.

“Watch out!” You leapt forward, grabbed poor Ernie by the collar of his shirt and yanked him out of the way. Unfortunately, as Ernie was now taller than you, but quite lanky and thin (as he was at that awkward growing age), the way you dragged him forth made him bow his head down. When the pot fell and shattered on the ground, you instinctively turned around at the noise - and poor Ernie ran head-first into your breasts.

“Ah!” he yelled, horrified.

“Hey, what’re you doing? Get off of me!” You immediately shoved him to the ground as hard as you could.

Ernie fell unceremoniously on his butt onto the cold, stone floor, yelling, “Ow!”

“Ernie!” Hannah cried out in concern. She reached for him, but Ernie didn’t notice. He was too busy frantically tamping down his messed-up hair and yelling at you, “What the hell d’you think you’re doing?”

“What d’you mean?” you replied hotly. “I just saved you, you ungrateful twit!”

“I’m not arguing about the fact that you saved me! I’m arguing about the manner in which you did it!”

Your face flushed, but you retorted, “Beggars can’t be choosers!”

Just then, you saw Bean drop back on his hind legs so that he could start batting at the twinkling sun crystal that hung in the window.

“Stop that, you good-for-nothing cat!” you shouted harshly at him. “Get down here!”

Hannah turned to you. In an embarrassed voice, she pleaded with you, “I know he’s a handful, but please don’t be so mean. It’s really unkind of you to say those things to him when he’s just being a cat.”

Taken aback by Hannah’s pure plea, you murmured shamefully, “Sorry. Um, I have a bit of a temper. You’re right, that was mean.”

Bean, who had paused with his paw in mid-air when you yelled at him, took this opportunity to obey – by suddenly dropping down onto your head.

“AH!” you screamed, as you felt tiny, but quite sharp claws digging into your head. “GET OFF OF ME, YOU FAT CAT!”

You violently shook your head back and forth - and Bean went flying. With a thud, Bean hit the wall. He slid down the wall, looking like a squished marshmallow.

All three of you watched as Bean finally flattened out on the floor.

With a reproachful look and a sad little “meow,” he picked himself up and then started to slink away, sticking to the wall as much as he could, obviously depressed.

“Oh, no! Bean!” Hannah went after Bean, with her arms outstretched. Only Bean let out a yowl and streaked down the hallway, leaving Hannah behind.

“Come back! She didn’t mean it!” Hannah chased after her cat.

Ernie glowered at you. “Merlin, Hannah’s bad enough on her own, doting on that stupid chump of a cat. Why do you have to come along and make things worse?”

“Excuse me, I was just trying to help.”

Ernie deadpanned, “Scaring the cat away and making Hannah cry ‘cause of you mean you were. Good job.” Shaking his head, he jogged after Hannah.

Your mouth fell open in helplessness. What was I supposed to do?

A tiny voice in the back of your head whispered knowingly, Well, you could not insult her cat, for starters. You could also do without slamming him into a wall.

With a soft, defeated groan, you went chasing after Ernie, Hannah, and Bean.

* * * * * * * * * *

Ironically, the four of you ended up exactly where you had first met – under the huge willow tree by the Great Lake.

Hannah was standing at the base of the tree, staring up into the leafy branches, trying not to lose sight of the grouchy white fluffball that had somehow sandwiched himself in-between the very top branches. She was murmuring, “Please, Bean. Please come down.”

“Hannah, Bean isn’t coming down because he knows you’ll stay here for him,” Ernie said, tapping his foot impatiently. “You’ve got to take a firm approach, for once. Leave him and he’ll follow you.”

Just then, you joined them at the base of the tree.

Glowering at you, Ernie jerked his head up at Bean. “Maybe you should try apologizing to Bean.”

You sighed. Clasping your hands together, you mumbled without any feeling in your voice, “Bean, I’m so sorry. Bean, won’t you forgive me? I was only – Hey, wait. What’re you - ? Bean? Bean, no!”

All three of you gasped as Bean suddenly leapt to his feet and very nimbly ran the length of the branch until he was at the very tip of the branch, which overlooked the Great Lake. With a small, rebellious “meow,” Bean abruptly dropped from the branch onto a floating piece of driftwood.

Even as you and Hannah gasped, the current was already starting to take Bean away from shore.

“Bean, no!” Hannah shrieked.

“Merlin,” Ernie cursed under his breath.

“Get back here! C’mon, save yourself!” you shouted loudly, waving your arm in the air. “Bean! I know you know what you’re doing, you devil cat!”

Bean merely swished his tail and held his head up high as he floated away from all of you.

With a growl, you cursed, “Damn it, Hannah, is your cat broken? I thought cats hated water!”

“Bean does hate water,” Hannah said, wringing her hands anxiously. “Oh no, oh no – quick, isn’t there any spell that can help us?”

Just then, the driftwood tipped over and with a fearsome yowl, Bean was dumped into the water.

“Too late,” Ernie said wryly.

“BEAN!” Hannah screamed. She raced up to the shoreline and started to take off her cloak.

“Can cats swim?” you asked, looking over at Ernie.

Ernie paused. “Probably.”

You and Ernie looked at each other.

Ernie crossed his arms at you. “You couldn’t have asked the cat to come down nicely. This is your fault, you know.”

With a groan, you hurriedly put down your book bag and stripped off your outer cloak.

“Hannah, stop!” You grabbed Hannah’s arm, as she had been about to dive into the Lake. You gently pushed her away from the shoreline.

“But Bean - !”

“She’s going to go,” Ernie said, nodding at you.

You plunged into the Great Lake. It was September and though the water wasn’t unbearably cold, it was certainly chilly at nine in the morning.

Gritting your teeth, you swam forward, looking for a floating bundle of white fur somewhere in the water. Then, you saw him – Bean was paddling as hard as he could with his paws, but his fur was so heavy that it was pulling him down.

You dove into the water and swam underwater for as long as you could. At one point, you thought you heard a splash behind you, but you couldn’t afford to look – you were focused only on making it to Bean.

Finally, you were able to reach out and grab Bean. You made to pull him towards you, but you’d forgotten to calculate how heavy he was now that his fur was completely wet.

“Mer - !” The rest of your curse was cut off and became an underwater bubble as the weight of Bean took you both down.

For a moment, you couldn’t make anything out except the sound of your own heartbeat and the rush of the water around you.

Then, you felt someone grab your waist and give a tremendous yank upwards –

Splash!

You coughed out loudly.

“Mreow!” Bean let out a choked, angry yowl.

Then, that ever-steady, broad voice sounded out, “I’ve got you!”

Still sputtering, you turned your head to see someone you’d missed all summer, someone you’d been thinking of all summer long, someone you’d wanted to meet when you were dressed nicely and feeling your best, not thrashing about ineffectively in freezing water while looking like a drowned rat.

“O-Oliver?”

“Are you all right?”

You coughed out, “I’m fine.”

Oliver nodded. “Good. Now, let’s get the cat back to shore.”

“He’s heavy.”

“Meow.” Bean seemed to let out a noise of protest. You were sure that in normal circumstances, Bean would have glared at you, with his tail righteously high in the air, but as it was, he was too depressed, what with his magnificent fur being all sopping wet, that he let your comment go with only one protesting meow.

“It should be okay with the both of us,” Oliver said. “C’mon.”

With Oliver’s help, the three of you were able to propel slowly towards shore.

However, when the water became waist-high, you had to pick Bean up out of the water. Your shoulders sagged with the effort. “Godric,” you groaned, “seriously, why are you so heavy?”

Bean, sensing he was close to safety, scratched at your arm.

“Ow! I am trying to help you, you stupid cat!” you reminded Bean.

Ernie suddenly appeared, as he’d stepped forward into the water, too. “I said not to insult her cat,” he said, irritated, as he yanked the cat out of your arms.

Ernie must have been stronger than he looked, because he was able to grab hold of Bean with one arm and push you back into the water with his other hand.

“Ah!” You made a big splash as you landed back into the water butt-first.

“Oi, what d’you think you’re doing?” Oliver yelled at Ernie.

“Oh, sorry,” Ernie said airily, as he handed Hannah back her sopping wet cat. “Hand slipped.”

You growled at Ernie, but the next minute, you felt warm hands slip under your shoulders and pick you up out of the water.

Oliver set you on your feet.

You turned your head and looked up at him. He’d changed a little, over the summer. His brow seemed more set, somehow, and there was a suggestion of stubble on his jaw. You hesitated. But then, your eyes met his, and you saw it – that careful concern, that puppyish-ness hiding behind his more straightforward expression.

You smiled. “Hi, Oliver,” you said warmly.

Oliver seemed a bit confused, but the corner of his lips tugged up when he heard the warmth in your voice.

When you stepped closer to him, he brought his arm around your waist and the two of you walked out of the water together.

Meanwhile, Hannah had taken off her cloak and wrapped Bean in it. “You’re okay now. You don’t have to be scared anymore, Bean. I didn’t abandon you, and you don’t have to run away.”

She made her way to Hagrid’s, to ask if he might have anything to cheer up a grumpy, water-logged cat. Ernie went with her, of course. As they left, you heard Ernie say exasperatedly, “Hannah, you’ve really got to train your cat properly. It’s way too attached to you.”

“What was all that about?” Oliver asked you, now that the two of you were out of the water.

“Oh, it’s silly.” You sighed a little, as you pushed your soaked hair out of your face. “I was trying to apologize to the cat and he ran away.”

“Why? What did you do to him?”

“Nothing. Well, maybe I was a bit mean…”

Oliver cocked his head at you, as he tried to figure out what you were saying.

“Wait,” you said suddenly, “why are you out here, instead of in class?”

“Free period.”

You eyed Oliver most skeptically.

“We’re seventh years now, remember?” Oliver said, immediately recognizing the disbelief in your gaze.

“And?” you questioned.

“Well, I didn’t sign up for any morning classes, except Transfiguration. That leaves most of my mornings free for Quidditch practice.”

“Oliver, you never lacked time to practice,” you pointed out. “You can practice as much as you want after class. And you practiced all summer.”

Oliver shook his head. “No, other teams book the pitch after class. And this summer only showed me how much more I have to learn. I have to get better.”

“At this rate, I wouldn’t be surprised if you turned into a Snitch yourself,” you said to Oliver sternly. But you were only teasing.

Oliver teased you back, nudging your shoulder with his. “Hey, you should be grateful that I was practicing. I was flying over the pitch when I saw someone in the Great Lake. Didn’t imagine that someone to be you, though.”

“Believe me,” you said sullenly, “this was not what I had in mind for this morning, either.”

Oliver grinned. “I didn’t think it was. You know, for how fit you are, you’re amazingly resistant to physical activity.”

“What?”

Oliver mused, “If I’d been born with your natural strength, I’d have been able to send Flint flying in that last match against Slytherin…” A sharp glint appeared in his eye and Oliver made a sudden movement with his shoulders, as if slamming an imaginary person sideways.

“You did slam him,” you reminded Oliver. “Madam Hooch gave Slytherin a free throw for that.”

Oliver shook his head violently. “Terrible call. Completely biased. Y’know, I sometimes wonder if she’s got a thing for Snape. That’s the only explanation I can come up with that explains why she can’t get her head out of her ass.”

You stared at Oliver exasperatedly. However, as you did, you noticed that Oliver’s white training shirt had been soaked through and the fabric was sticking to his body. When he moved, the cloth rippled along with his muscles. He was fine, this boy.

“What? You’re not siding with Slytherin, are you?” Oliver demanded, when he realized you weren’t looking at his face anymore.

You swallowed. “No. You were right. Gryffindor was right.”

“You sure you’re all right? You look like… I don’t know, like you swallowed too much water or something.”

You flushed. “I’m fine, Oliver. I’m just a little cold.”

“Oh, I have some extra clothes in the locker room,” Oliver offered. “Come with me.”

* * * * * * * * * *

You and Oliver showered in separate stalls. When you stepped out of the stall, you saw that Oliver had left you some of his Gryffindor Quidditch clothing.

Once you’d dressed, you walked over to the doorway, where Oliver was already waiting. He was staring out at the Quidditch pitch, once again looking up at the golden hoops.

You let him have his moment, not wanting to disturb him. But when he sensed your presence and turned towards you, you reached up and softly patted the back of his hair.

“Your hair’s still wet.”

“Hm? Oh, yeah.” Oliver shrugged. “I just let it be. I figure it’ll dry on its own.”

You smiled lightly. “That’s not wrong, but you could get a cold, Oliver.”

“I never have before.”

“Yes, you have,” you reminded him. “You got all feverish and collapsed on me. Remember? I had to help you back up to the castle.”

“Did you…?”

“Yes,” you said, with certainty.

“When?”

“Last year.”

Oliver frowned, puzzled. Then, he recalled, “Was that the time you tried to visit me with a bag of chocolates?”

“I – um – No, that was the time I saved you,” you said, suddenly finding yourself caught off-guard.

“Yeah, but the next day you came up with a bag of chocolates, right?” Oliver looked down at you earnestly, as if he was really trying to remember.

Not wanting to admit it, since it was far before you started dating, and yet not wanting to lie to him if he really was trying to remember, you just stood there, blushing and looking away from him. “No – It was the house-elves – They said they could only do a – a heart imprint so…”

Oliver watched you. After a moment, he murmured, “Is it hard for you to admit that you liked me back then?”

Your heart fluttered when he said that – you weren’t sure why. Maybe it was because his voice dropped into a lower register that made him sound so protective and kind, all at once, or maybe it was because he was reaching out and gently pushing back a strand of your hair from your face.

You murmured, “Well, when I let it slip that I had tried to visit you with chocolates, you stared at me like I had horns coming out of my head.”

Oliver nodded, remembering. “I couldn’t believe it. You were so cute. You were getting all flustered over having tried to bring chocolates to me.”

You started to turn away from Oliver (fed up not by him, but by your own embarrassment), but you glimpsed how Oliver’s face fell – only the slightest bit, mind you, still, you caught the beginnings of his puppy eyes starting to come into play.

Ah, no. I didn’t mean to deny it, Oliver… I just… Before you could stop yourself, you turned back around, leaned in, and quick as a butterfly, you pressed a soft kiss on his cheek before falling back.

Oliver blinked, surprised. “What was that for?”

“Oh… Just a small hello, after a summer apart,” you made up.

“Oh,” Oliver breathed out. He stood there, perfectly still, and made no move to kiss you back.

You paused. Should I not have done that? I thought at the end of the year last year, we were naturally becoming a little more intimate. But maybe I’m remembering it wrong… Does Oliver feel awkward around me? You uncertainly ran your fingertip along the etching of his shirt over the side of his arm as you wondered, “I know you were really busy at the training camp, and you’ll have to tell me about everything you learned at camp later, ‘cause I want to know. But… well, did you think of me at all?”

Oliver looked at you funnily, as if surprised by your question. “Didn’t you get all the stuff I sent you?”

“Oh yes, I did,” you reassured him. “I own more Puddlemere United clothes than anything else now.”

“Well,” Oliver said confidently, “that’s how it should be.” He reached up, and the motion left your hand stranded in mid-air, for his arm had bent so that you could no longer run your finger up and down the side of his arm.

You started to draw your hand away, but before you could take your hand away, Oliver’s hand came up and caught yours.

You smiled, immediately feeling so pleased as Oliver's fingers folded over the back of your hand and his palm pressed warmly up against yours. You could feel the calluses on his hands. You marveled at the roughness of his hand and once again thought both proudly and wistfully of having hands that bore indicators of a deep, significant dream.

“I’ll walk you back up to the castle?” Oliver murmured. It came out as a question.

You looked up at him curiously, wondering why he always asked you this when the last thing on your mind was that he would somehow become further from you.

“Sure, that would be nice,” you replied. “Oh, and when we’re on our way up, maybe you could help me find a reed or leafy branch.”

“What for?”

“Just something Bean might want to play with,” you explained. “I reckon I need to go apologize to him properly.”

Oliver stared at you, wondering what in the world could have started this feud between you and this specific cat.

“C’mon then,” you said. With a tug, you pulled Oliver out of the Quidditch locker rooms and out onto the autumnal Hogwarts grounds.

* * * * * * * * * *

Meanwhile, poor Neville Longbottom was staring sadly at his fallen plant. He wondered how this could have happened. He had Levitated his plant up on that high windowsill to keep it safe and make sure it would get the sunlight it needed.

* * * * * * * * * *

You did, in fact, find a big leafy branch. Carrying it in your hand (which earned you a lot of snickers from the other students), you went up to the Hufflepuff common room. There, you were able to find Hannah and Ernie. Bean was there, too, lounging on Hannah’s lap. He was wearing a merry knitted yellow sweater that clashed magnificently with his cheerless face.

You stopped in front of Hannah. “I just wanted to say I’m sorry for how mean I was to Bean. Here’s my, uh, peace offering.” You held out the branch, rather embarrassed. “If he’ll, um, accept it.”

Ernie let out an unimpressed snort. It took all your willpower not to turn around and conk the boy on the top of his head with your fist.

Hannah looked up at you. For a moment, you were unsure of how she would react, but she suddenly beamed brightly – and it was like a light bulb turning on.

Merlin, you thought to yourself, as you saw Hannah’s smile spread over her pink cheeks. How can she be so cute?

“Thanks!” Hannah reached out and took the branch. “And I know you were trying to help. It’s just that Bean can be a bit sensitive when it comes to people’s tones. He used to have an owner that spoke badly of him all the time, so I feel a bit protective over him when it comes to stuff like that.”

“Oh. Um, I’m sorry again.”

“No worries! Thank you,” Hannah said, still smiling warmly at you.

With a nod, you turned away, feeling relieved that you had paid your dues.

Just then, however, you heard a loud hiss, and scratch!

“Ow!”

“Bean!”

As soon as you had turned around, Bean had reached out one paw, slightly constrained by the yellow sweater he’d been shoved into, but still dexterous enough, to claw viciously at the back of your upper thigh.

You whirled around and seethed at him.

“Sorry!” Hannah cried out, and she quickly shoved Bean down into her lap, making sure all four of his limbs were caught between her arms. It was an unsettling sight to see Bean’s gigantic head bulging out like that.

On the other side of the table, Ernie guffawed.

Your chest puffed out in anger. Only, seeing Hannah’s big, apologetic eyes, you tamped down your rage and instead stormed away, but you knew, you just fucking knew, that you would forever hate this cat and he would forever hate you.

* * * * * * * * * *

Every day, regardless of whether it was a weekday or weekend, Oliver got up at five o’clock in the morning. Six o’clock was sleeping in for him. In contrast, you normally woke up at eight thirty at the earliest and, when left to your own devices, you usually awoke around eleven in the morning.

However, towards the end of last year, you’d formed a habit of waking up at six o’clock, just to come down into the Gryffindor common room, where Oliver would be flipping through the sports section of the newspaper or studying new plays to try out, and you’d flop over onto his lap or snuggle into his side and fall back asleep.

To Oliver’s great happiness, you continued this ritual, picking up from the very first morning you were both back at Hogwarts.

This time, you even managed a bit of conversation. You sleepily leaned over the couch and wrapped your arms around Oliver’s shoulders from behind him. Then, burying your face against his neck, you yawned and mumbled tiredly, “What’re you looking at?”

Oliver replied, “Well, you know how we found that Slytherin playbook last year? In the shed.”

You nodded tiredly, not bothering to lift your head.

“I’ve memorized it all, and now I’m coming up with counterplays for each and every one,” Oliver said proudly. Pleased with himself, he pointed to the sketchbook he was holding in his other hand and explained, “See, there? That’s the Chasers, forming a U to counterattack the Slytherin’s ‘cannonball’ attack. The idea is that the Chasers surround the Slytherin team and loop them in before they can attack.”

“Hm… And where are the Beaters?” you wondered.

“The Beaters? Oh, I haven’t drawn them in yet, but…” Oliver’s words trailed off as you suddenly fell over the couch and right into his lap. Resting your head against his shoulder and still hugging his neck, you sleepily brought your legs up so that you were curled all around him. As you snuggled into him, you murmured, “Well, until you figure out where to place me, I’ll be right here… with the – the Keeper…” With that, you dropped off to sleep again.

Oliver went back to his playbook, but after he turned the page, his hand came to rest naturally on your thigh.

Is that a scratch…? He noticed a thin, angry, puffed-up line on the back of your thigh, only visible because of how you were curled up around him.

Hm. Doesn’t look too bad, though, thankfully. He slowly began to smooth over the small line with his thumb.

Her skin feels so smooth… She’s all warm and like… And her thigh’s so strong. She really would make a hell of an athlete, if she wanted to be… ‘Course, she’s cute the way she is – How did she describe herself? As an ‘intellectual’?

Oliver smiled fondly as he continued to softly rub your thigh with his thumb. He remembered that night you’d gotten a bit tipsy. He’d taken you up to bed and made sure you changed and drank water. Before you fell asleep, you’d asked him why he didn’t drink. He had replied that it was bad for athletes to drink alcohol, at which point you seemed to become worried for your kind, as you wondered about whether it was okay to drink as an intellectual…

Whether it was random or because he was touching your thigh, Oliver wasn’t sure, but the next moment, you mumbled out, “Oliver…” and you brought your leg up just a bit higher, so that Oliver’s hand slipped down even further up your thigh. His hand pushed up the pajama shorts you were wearing and for a moment, he glimpsed –

Oliver blushed. He hurriedly pulled down the side of your shorts to cover your panties back up. He then turned back to his playbook and tried to visualize where the Beaters would be of most use in this play…

With the Keeper, his mind whispered.

That’s rubbish, he told himself. It’s cute when she says it to you. It’s just nonsense when you say it to yourself.

Only, his mind was wandering and he couldn’t help except to think of the other times he’d glimpsed your panties. One, when you were slipping out of his Puddlemere United shirt and into his Gryffindor Captain shirt. Two, when you were sitting on top of the Quidditch trunk, with your thighs shaking ever so slightly. Three, when you’d been half-sitting on the ground and half-leaning over him, telling him that he could moan for you while you kissed him…

Oliver’s blush deepened. His hand twitched and nearly drifted back up your thigh, but he instead did the gentlemanly thing and took his hand away.

But just then, you mumbled out, “Oh, but Oliver…”

Oliver paused. Is she dreaming about me? He stopped even pretending to study his playbook and openly looked down at you.

He couldn’t quite make out your face, as you’d snuggled up tightly against his shoulder, but he heard you loud and clear as you murmured, “You really think you can get away with scamming me?”

Oliver blinked, startled. Huh? What’s she dreaming about?

“I don’t – No, I don’t want – I don’t wanna buy any more cat jumpers…” With that, you let out a light snore and then, shifting slightly, you pressed your warm, soft mouth against Oliver’s neck.

As you breathed lightly against him, and each breath felt like a whisper of a kiss, Oliver found himself increasingly unable to focus on the playbook.

Finally, he slipped his arms under you and, with a bit of effort, stood up from the couch.

He started to head over to the staircase leading to the girls’ dormitory, when he realized he couldn’t go up the staircase by himself.

It’s too early for anyone to be in the common room, he realized. However, he did notice someone’s toad hopping about the common room. He used his foot to gently guide the toad to the staircase. Once the toad had hopped up the staircase a ways, Oliver tried his luck. To his amazement, the staircase held. Oliver squinted down at the toad. He had discovered what five generations of Longbottoms, including Neville, had not – that the family toad was actually a female.

* * * * * * * * * *

When Oliver started to put you back into bed, he found that you were clutching onto him in your sleep. He finally lay down on your bed with you, so as not to wake you. You mumbled something and pressed closer to him, even gently sliding your leg up onto his hip.

Oliver breathed in slowly. He carefully began to reach over, to gently touch your cheek, when you suddenly turned away, but opened up your arms so that your hand went thunk right on his chest.

“Ow!” Oliver whisper-grunted. He hurriedly pulled away from you.

You seemed to wake up for a moment. You stared up at Oliver with dazed, sleepy eyes. “Huh? What’d you - ? No…” Then, you fellover and went right back to sleep.

Massaging his chest, Oliver gave you a hurt glare. But seeing that you were sleeping again, in your Puddlemere United shirt, no less, his gaze softened. He came over to you and gave you the softest kiss on the top of your head before he made his way back down to practice.

* * * * * * * * * *

You were a bit disappointed to find yourself waking up in your own bed. Usually, Oliver woke you up before he headed off to practice.

Maybe I was sleeping too heavily and he didn’t want to wake me, you thought. Or wait, did he wake me up? I remember vaguely him standing in my dorm room… Did I talk to him? Or did I dream all of that up? Aw, I can’t remember.

Yawning, you headed down to breakfast, not even bothering to change out of your pajama shirt. Oh, I’ll come back up and dress properly afterwards, you thought. No need to keep up false appearances. It’s not like I’m a prefect anymore or Head Girl. So, down you went, with bed hair and in your pajama shirt.

* * * * * * * * * *

At breakfast, you saw Oliver, sitting with Katie and Alicia. As soon as you entered the Great Hall, Oliver spotted you. He raised his hand and waved at you. You paused, as you wanted to go sit next to him. But, catching yourself, you simply nodded back at him.

Then, you made your way to where Corina, Alexander, and Charlotte were sitting. You didn’t see how Oliver’s face fell the slightest bit when he saw you turn away from him.

After the four of you had traded stories over what you’d done over the summer, Charlotte turned to you and asked, “Romilda Vane wants to know: Are you really dating Oliver Wood?”

“Huh?”

“She’s got a huge crush on Oliver, but she said she wouldn’t have a go at him if he was seeing anyone. I said he was seeing you, but she wouldn’t believe me.” “Why not?”

“She says she never sees the two of you together.”

You scoffed. “Well, unless she lives in my bed and my shower. I don’t want to hear it.”

Charlotte and Corina looked at each other.

Then, in a teasing voice, Charlotte said, “In your bed and shower? Does that mean…?”

“No!” you blurted out, suddenly realizing what you’d said, what you might have implied. “I only meant that she has no right to assume anything!”

Alexander shot an impressed look over at Oliver.

You reached over and pushed his face away. “It’s not what you think!”

“Well, I’ll tell Romilda that Oliver is already occupied,” Charlotte said, smirking.

“No, really! It’s not like that. We haven’t even done anything yet,” you confessed.

“Anything?” Corina said, surprised. She looked over at Oliver. “Does he not do anything for you? Even with a body like that?”

“His face isn’t half-bad, either,” Charlotte observed agreeably.

Alexander shot Oliver another look, sizing him up. “A good-looking bloke,” he surmised.

“Really, stop,” you said, blushing effusively. “It’s just that he’s – he’s focused on other things right now. And I like that about him. He’s passionate. He’s focused. And no one – neither Romilda nor I – should get in the way of that.”

“Of course,” Corina said kindly. “We’re only teasing. Don’t worry about it.”

Don’t worry about it…? Don’t worry about what? You sighed. I know myself. I connect with people through physical touch. It’s a huge part of what intimacy is for me. But what if it’s not for Oliver? I’ve got to learn to give him his space. Right. Okay. You nodded to yourself. I can do that. No big deal.

* * * * * * * * * *

After breakfast, you started to head back up to your room, to get changed into proper school attire. However, at the Great Hall entrance, the Weasley twins suddenly rushed in, shouting with laughter, and followed by Filch, who was brandishing his broom at them and shouting incoherent obscenities.

You successfully jumped back to avoid Fred and George, but when Filch ran by, you found yourself pushed around by the other students ducking to avoid his broom.

Feeling a book push into your stomach, you groaned, “Oof!” and stepped back – right into someone else.

“Sorry!” You turned around to find yourself face-to-face with Oliver. Standing beside him were Katie and Alicia.

“Oh…”

“Stop running in circles!” Filch bellowed – and that was the cue for Fred and George to rush past everyone once again and exit the Great Hall.

The whole crowd shifted once again. You instinctively grabbed Oliver’s arm. For just a moment, you were pressed up against his arm. With a small gasp, you hurriedly pushed yourself onto your tip-toes to avoid getting your face smushed into Oliver’s shoulder. You managed to slip your chin onto Oliver’s shoulder.

Oliver was still looking down at you, and his eyes met yours as you were pressed into him.

You blinked. Oh no, you thought, I think he just heard me gasp. It was unintentional, but it sounded a bit… And I’m holding onto his arm so tightly. Katie and Alicia are right there… I should let go of him. Even if we’re in a jostling crowd, this isn’t natural, is it?

Oliver tried to reach out to you, to wriggle his arm through the other students pressed in all around you, but before he could do so, you had already stepped back.

“Sorry,” you murmured, in a voice so soft Oliver barely heard you. Then, half-ducking down and half-shoving the person next to you out of the way, you somehow managed to follow Filch out of the Great Hall.

Sorry? Oliver thought numbly, still swaying on his feet as the crowd poured out of the Great Hall after Filch. For what?

He could somehow still feel you wrapped around his arm, and when he’d looked down, and seen you slide your head onto his shoulder and gasp a little, you’d been so… so cute… And had it just been his imagination, or had he felt your bare breasts, pressed against his arm through your soft t-shirt?

“Oliver! Hey, Oliver!”

Alicia and Katie were waving at him at the entrance.

“C’mon!” Katie yelled. “Are we going to try out your plays or what?”

“I’ve only got one free period, so we’ve only got about an hour!” Alicia warned.

“Oh, yeah… Yeah!” Remembering that he’d just suggested new plays to them, Oliver found his head again and galloped towards the doors, eager to try them out with his teammates, as he’d been wanting to do all summer.

* * * * * * * * * *

Finally, you got changed and went to class. You had a free period after second period, so you and Corina went to the library. The two of you began to plan study schedules for the term. However, once you’d set your schedule and you actually needed to begin studying, you found yourself feeling… Well, it was hard to concentrate, for some reason.

Finally, you said good-bye to Corina and left the library.

Without thinking about it very much, you started to make your way down to the Quidditch pitch when –

“Ah!” You nearly ran straight into Oliver in the entryway.

“Whoa.” Oliver reached out and caught your arm. “Careful there.”

“Oliver? What are you doing here?” you said. “I thought you meant to practice every morning until lunch.”

“Well, I – I did, but it - ” Oliver’s face slowly pinkened. “It was too cold. So I came inside.”

You didn’t believe him for a second. But before you could point out his blushing face, Oliver asked you, “Anyhow, aren’t you supposed to be in the library? What are you doing out here?”

“Ah, that…” You paused.

Seeing your jumper bunch up around up over your hips, Oliver tugged it down back to your waist. “Were you coming to see me?”

Watching his hand pull gently at your jumper, you murmured, “Well, yes, but only because the library was – was getting too stuffy.” You looked up at him. “Come to think of it, maybe it was because the jumper was too much.”

“Probably,” he agreed. “It’s winter gear made for players, so…”

“It wasn’t made for a lazy bum sitting on her arse in the school library?” you queried.

Oliver chuckled. “Maybe not.” He reached out and touched your jumper again. “Still… It fits you… quite well…” For a brief moment, his hand slipped under them hem of the jumper. “Oh...” He quickly made to pull his hand away, but, quick as a snake, you reached out and grabbed his wrist.

“Oliver.”

“Hm?” Oliver seemed determined not to look at you.

You got onto your tip-toes and tried to peer into his face. You were rather desperate to know if he might possibly feel for you even a little of what you were overwhelmingly feeling towards him...

He still had his face turned away; however, you could make out the pink tips of his ears.

“Oliver…” you murmured again.

“What?” He still wouldn’t look at you.

“…Oliver…” you whispered.

Oliver stiffened slightly. His hands had somehow come to grip your waist, btu he was almost holding you away from him, while you were on your tip-toes and leaning forward to try to see his expression. Still, he murmured back, as steadily as he could, “What is it?”

You put your hands on his shoulders. Oliver became even stiffer and he turned his head away from you completely.

Your hands slipped over his jersey and you ended up gently pushing him backwards until you’d cornered him against the wall, while on your tip-toes and with your fingertips barely touching the wall behind him.

Oliver was holding onto your hip tighter than ever, but he was still looking away from you. You could see how pink his neck and ears were, however.

“Are you uncomfortable?” you asked him.

“No,” he said, but his voice was short.

“Hm… Are you sure? It doesn’t feel weird?” you asked, leaning into him a bit more. You wished he would look at you. You were truly curious as to what he was thinking.

“Is what weird?”

“Well… That I’m all pressed up against you… like this.” Now that you were leaning into him, you could lift your arms and hug him – which you did. You gently squeezed his shoulders in your arms. Then, leaning in, you nudged his cheek with your nose, clearly signaling that you wanted to see his face.

“Please?” you finally said, and you knew he knew what you were asking for. Please tell me how you’re feeling.

Oliver turned his head and finally looked at you.

“So?” you asked him again. “Does it feel weird?”

Oliver confessed, “A little.”

“Ah.” Your eyes dropped from his and you made to fall back onto your feet. “Well, that’s okay, then. Thanks for telling me.”

Hugging you tighter around your waist, Oliver hurriedly followed up with, “But I don’t mind it. That is, I don’t mean that you should stop. I like... feeling you close to me.”

You hesitated, trying to make sure that he wasn’t just looking out for your feelings. “You do? Why?”

Oliver shrugged, “I don’t know. I just like you.”

You cocked your head at him.

“Sorry,” he said, frowning a little. “I’m not great at conversations.”

You smiled. “That’s fine,” you said brightly. “I’m glad to hear you’re okay with me being around you, Oli - ”

You didn’t get to say his name for a fourth time, because Oliver had finally leaned in and kissed you.

“Ah…!” A soft, happy gasp left you as Oliver squeezed your waist so tightly it almost hurt. The two of you had already been standing close together, but now, your hips were pressed flush against his. And you’d already been hugging him, but now you flung your arms around his shoulders so enthusiastically that you knocked yourself off-balance. It didn’t matter, however, because Oliver was so sturdy and he had such a tight hold on you, that you only shifted within the confines of his embrace. You were happy that you could rely on him to keep your balance, so that you could lose yourself in the wonderful feeling of getting lost in kissing him. Because when Oliver kissed you like this, you melted on the spot.

You still remembered the first time Oliver had kissed you – in the middle of the street in Hogsmeade, after you’d gotten so anxious you’d ran out on him in the middle of the date. You recalled how terrified you had felt to receive such a slow, tender, and growing kiss. As shy and inexperienced as Oliver was, there was something about his nature that was so steady that it made you nervous because it meant that you were being seen and that every part of you was being noticed by him – like where you stood in the stands at Quidditch games or whether or not you were in class on a particular day – and you couldn’t escape that feeling when he was with you like this.

And the warmth of it all was indescribable, not just in a romantic sense, but in a physical sense as well. You didn’t really understand his point of view, but from your perspective, to go from being clammy and cold in the library to jump into his arms and be able to press yourself against him, when his entire body was radiating with heat from his practice, was heaven. His lips and mouth, too, were especially warm when they were so sweetly pressed up against yours.

You kissed him back, barely able to contain your joy as you reciprocated his touches and kisses, his affection for you, which you had been hungry for, but cautious of asking for.

Just then, footsteps could be heard around the corner. Oliver didn’t seem to notice, but he felt your gentle sigh against his lips and he broke away at once.

“What?” he said worriedly. “Am I doing something wrong?”

“No, no,” you replied, a bit breathlessly. “It’s just that I can hear people coming this way.”

“Oh.”

You looked at Oliver curiously. “You didn’t hear them?”

Oliver shook his head. He reached out and put his hand on your stomach as he said quietly, “I wasn’t hearing much of anything, if I’m honest, except maybe you…”

You laughed softly. Reaching down and catching his hand in yours, you whispered, “My stomach growling, you mean?”

Oliver smiled, but his voice was low and serious as he murmured, “No, not your stomach. Your breathing. You were all hurried, rushed, and like… As if you…” His eyes fell onto your lips again. “…wanted more…”

Your heart skipped a beat. Trying to fight against your instinct to leap on top of him and kiss his face all over, you whispered rather hoarsely, “Do you have to go back to practice?”

Oliver wordlessly shook his head.

“Okay, good. Come with me.” You took Oliver’s hand and you tugged him all the way back up to Gryffindor Tower.

* * * * * * * * * *

Out on the Hogwarts grounds, Hannah and Ernie had just finished Care of Magical Creatures and were walking by the Herbology greenhouse when, through the glass wall, Hannah spotted Neville nursing a very familiar plant.

Hannah popped her head in through the greenhouse door. “Neville?”

“Oh, hi, Hannah.” Neville got up nervously and tried to hide the fact that he had slime on his cheek from his plant.

“What are you doing?” Hannah asked curiously.

“Oh – that – well, I’m trying to help my Mimbulus Mimbletonia.”

“Why? What’s happened to it?”

From behind her, Ernie called out, “Listen, Hannah, I can’t stand the stink on my clothes any longer. I’ll see you back at the castle.”

“Okay,” Hannah agreed. Then, turning back to Neville, she said, “Did something happen to it?”

“Yeah. I put it up on that big window on the sixth-floor corridor so it could get some sunlight. But I must not have put it up there properly, because when I came back, I found it all smashed up on the floor.”

Hannah gasped. That’s why the plant looks so familiar!

“Oh no, oh no, oh no,” she whispered, covering her mouth with her hands. “Neville, I’m so, so sorry. That was my fault!”

“Huh?” Neville looked up at her in surprise. “What could you have done?”

“It was my cat, Bean. He got up onto that windowsill. He knocked over your plant. I’m sorry, Neville.”

“Oh.” Neville shook his head and said kindly, “Then it’s not your fault.”

“Well, it is. I didn’t teach Bean properly.”

“But Bean’s a cat,” Neville replied. “He was just doing what cats do.”

At this, Hannah lit up. She shuffled closer to Neville. “So, you don’t think Bean’s a bad cat?”

“No, of course not.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Hannah paused. She watched Neville gently wrap one of the Mimbulus Mimbletonia’s limbs with a tiny bandage.

“I’ll help you heal your plant,” Hannah promised.

Neville looked up at her. He hadn’t managed to wipe off the plant goo on his cheek, but his smile was bright nonetheless as he replied happily, “Thanks, Hannah. Thanks very much.”

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a-hackneyed-premise · 6 months

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Omg, strap yourselves in, fuckos, cos we are having a BALL ACHE.

A couple of days ago, bailiffs turned up on our doorstep, with a removal notice for £500 worth of goods due to unpaid Dart Charges. The person they were after was not us- we've been here 2 years, and I don't even think it was the previous owners, but whoever was here before that.

Anyway, of course we refused to let them in, and we weren't who they were looking for. They asked to see some ID, proof of occupancy, that kind of thing. We refused, because we're not just going to hand over clonable documentation to some random bully boy who turns up on the doorstep, but he left us with a copy of the removal notice so we could contact the company direct.

Before we sent documentation off to the bailiffs to prove who we are, my husband did a scam search on them. The bailiff company are a real company, but the phone number provided didn't match the one on their website, and the email was slightly different, so alarm bells were ringing.

But the thing is, we recognised the name of the person they were after, because we still receive letters addressed to them here (which we always mark as 'return to sender') and some of those letters have been from Dart Charge - which is apparently who had sent the bailiffs.

So there was a thought that while it could be a scam, it might actually be legit, but we thought, best to go to the source of the debt rather than the potential scammers. We called Dart Charge.

On hold for an hour. They told us that because it was going through Northampton Crown Court, and they were the ones who had issued the removal notice we'd have to go through them.

Called the Court. On hold for 95 minutes. You need to call this particular department at Dart Charge.

Call them. On hold for an hour. Not us, sorry, it's this department. I'll transfer you. Another hour and nope, because the amount being recovered is over £150 so you have to speak to the highways agency.

So we call them. I bet you can guess what's coming! Yup! On hold for an hour, and no, it's nothing to do with them, you need to speak to *this* department at Dart Charge.

So. We call them. Finally get through to someone who seems on the surface to be able to help. They tell us to fill out an online form. But oh no! That form requires the vehicle registration and penalty notice number WHICH WE DON'T HAVE BECAUSE IT'S NOTHING TO DO WITH US.

So this person says they'll go and talk to their manager. An hour later they call us back, and say you just need to send your council tax bill to the bailiffs and they'll back off.

We say "but that doesn't answer if the people who came to our door are legit. Can you please just inform us if YOU sent them?"

"CDR are a legitimate bailiff company."

"We know that, but we are worried that the people who came to our door may have been pretending to be them. Can you please just inform us, before we send sensitive documentation off that YOU requested this."

"What difference does that make?"

"We'll, if you didn't, we know they're definitely a fake company trying to scam us."

"CDR are a legitimate bailiff company."

"That's not what we're asking! We're asking if they have definitely been instructed by you!"

"You'll need to provide the penalty notice and vehicle registration."

Anyone got a brick wall they'd care to share? Mine broke from me smashing my own head into it repeatedly.

#jess rambles #bureacracy is fun

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koqabear · 3 years

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hit me with your killshot, baby (C.YJ)

Summary:

It was a small, quiet town you had decided to move into. One that you could help with any healing or magical needs. What you didn’t expect, however, was to face a demon too powerful for your own good. The worst part? Seems like he’s gotten attached.

Yeonjun x reader/ demon!yeonjun x witch!reader

Genre: fantasy, enemies to ?? thriller(?), angst if you squint me thinks

Word count: 3.0K

Warnings: general physical fighting/violence, mentions of scars, burns, bones breaking, knives, blood, fire, descriptions of pain (let me know if I should add anything!)

a/n: This might get another part if it gets a good response <3 Writing fantasy is rlly fun for me as well, I’m so glad that this is the story that got me out of my writers block lmao

comments and reblogs are always welcome and much appreciated, hope you guys enjoy! <3

Disclaimer!! Absolutely nothing about this story is accurate or real, anything and everything that mc the witch does is made up!

It was about three in the morning when you got the call.

“Hello?” You said, eyes squinted as you had just been woken up from your sleep. The line remained silent for a moment, leaving you to wonder if this was a scam caller. You spoke again, only to hear hasty footsteps becoming louder, presumably running towards the phone.

“Hello?!” The voice called out, the loud exclamation causing you to jolt awake. “Oh my god, oh my god!” Their exasperated voice rang through your line, and you stood to get properly dressed, already anticipating their request.

“Where do you live?” You asked sharply, grabbing the keys to your car and waiting for their answer. They stuttered out their address, the sounds of the rain coming into your ear. They were now outside.

“Please come quick, this spirit has been bothering me for weeks now, I could have sworn they were harmless-“ they cried into the phone, only to get cut off by your stern command.

“Leave your home. I’ll be there in about ten minutes.”

They agreed, their voice quiet and shaky, and you hung up, beginning to drive to your new task.

It was no secret your town had a problem with the supernatural. That was the whole reason you lived here.

‘The town witch’ was what they called you. You remember moving to this small town the moment you turned eighteen, the rumors of the paranormal town beckoning you to help. With potions and incantations by your side, you were the best damn thing this place had ever gotten. But that was six years ago, and you were young and naive. The scars and burns that riddled your body only served to prove your progress, marking your place in this town permanently.

You sighed, your grip on your steering wheel weak. You were, after all, the only help these people had. Late night calls like this were beginning to become much too common recently, leading you to wonder if something, or someone, new was beginning to pester this poor town.

You arrived at the house, the thunderstorm only helping to provide a stereotypical atmosphere for you to work in. You got out your car, pulling your coat tightly against your body, the wind around you strong enough to hinder your footsteps.

The two story home before you rattled in protest, the front door swinging open the moment you got close enough. You felt your heart begin to race, beginning to question if this was truly worth it. It seems that whatever had been pestering the homeowner was no small ghost. Walking inside, you were met with the dark and empty home, the hardwood floor beneath you creaking in protest as you carefully walked around, the house seemingly calming the moment you entered.

You breathed in slowly, attempting to steady your mind as you surveyed the house, recalling what the homeowner told you before hanging up. This had been going on for a while, but it seems that it only recently became too much for them. Whatever was in this home really liked the attention.

Before you were able to take another step forward, you were thrown off your feet, slamming into the wall to your left, the many picture frames and decorations falling before you with a loud crash. The door slammed shut, and you covered your head, bracing yourself as you felt the glass shards begin to be directed towards you.

It’s here, and it’s angry.

Just as the chaos around you finally dulled down, you were met with the sight of the trophy shelf in front of you beginning to shake, your eyes widening as you began to run. You muttered a quick incantation to help shield you, the dull sounds of impact that began to pound against your shield only serving to make you run faster.

The hallway in front of you suddenly seemed never-ending, it’s violet wallpaper becoming harder to see the more you ran. Was the house layout always like this? The hallway suddenly ended, leading you to an open room, quickly recognizing it as the living room. The lights suddenly flickered on, disturbing your concentration as you noticed a shadow walk past one of the doorways.

Seemingly knowing you perfectly, the spirit took this small wavering to throw a book in your direction, narrowly missing your face as you ducked to the side, only to get knocked to your knees as you felt a kick to your back, your disturbed concentration causing your spell to be broken.

You turned around in a haste, summoning your shield once more as you unsheathed the knife you had in your coat pockets.

“Show yourself!” You barked out, standing up as you surveyed the room. “I know you’re here.”

Silence.

The howling wind outside stopped, the flickering lights suddenly still at the sound of your voice. You gripped the handle of the knife harder, trying to not let the exhaustion seep into you. The lights began to slowly dim, a lit ember flickering in front of you, only to be followed by many more, swirling into a raging fire directly in front of you. You jumped back at the heat, the familiar sight making you frown in anticipation.

“You look tired,” the voice said, as smooth and elegant as you first remembered it, “Maybe I could fix that.”

Standing in front of you was no other than Yeonjun. Clad in black, his dark eyes stared into yours as he towered over you, his platform boots shining underneath the dull lights, his hair slicked back and pushed away from his face save for a few strands that hung to frame his face.

“Yeonjun.” You said, a feeling of anger stirring inside you the longer you stared at him

“It’s so nice to hear my name come from you again,” he sighed, taking a step toward you, only for you to step back in retaliation.

Yeonjun was none other than the first demon you tried to expel when you first came here. You had fought with every single potion and spell you spent years perfecting, only to leave hospitalized and unsure that he would return. However, as the years passed and no sign of him appeared, you had assumed that you had succeeded in your battle against him, any signs of hauntings or poltergeists disappearing after that day.

“You,” you snapped, everything finally piecing everything together. “You’re behind everything that’s been happening recently, aren’t you?” You took another step back as he began to laugh, throwing his head back as if you had just told him the funniest thing in the world. Slowly, he calmed himself down, his eyes playful as he took his sweet time responding to you.

“Maybe, why?” He said, beginning to walk towards you slowly. You held your ground, concentrating on keeping your shield steady, they grip on your knife tightening. He stopped centimeters away from it, the aura of the shield humming as his clothes grazed the perimeter, shocks emitting on impact.

“I missed you, you know,” He muttered, head leaning towards you teasingly as he stood just far enough to not be blasted away from your shield. “It wasn’t fun hopping from town to town, trying to mess with other witches that resided there. They were just too…”

“Weak.”

You were barely given a moment before the sight of Yeonjun’s bright eyes filled your vision, the feeling of a scorching heat overtaking your senses.

Yeonjun had trapped you in a ring of fire.

A pretty small one, too.

Slightly panicked, you looked around for any place you could escape, the memories of the last time you got so close to Yeonjun warning you to get as far from him as you could, only to find that it was just you and him, trapped in a space that wouldn’t even allow you to shift backwards.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, his voice taunting as he waited for your next move, “Claustrophobic?”

The weapon in your hand began to heat up, your mind working its hardest to form a plan that would work and let you come out alive. You already knew what this fire around you would do; It wasn’t a simple flame, and the scar on your chest that throbbed painfully in this demonic presence was enough proof of that.

The moment you had healed from your first encounter with Yeonjun, you had put all of the knowledge you had acquired from experience and older, more experienced witches into putting a weapon that would help you with violent demonic problems like him. It had taken you weeks of pure isolation and meditation to engrave the correct energy into the weapon, afraid to make any mistake that could lead to something drastic. By the time you were finished putting the last few touches on the weapon, (a protective incation; the words engraving themselves in fine print letter by letter as you poured the last of your energy into it,) you could barely stand, landing yourself at the house of a medic that specialized with witches.

“You’re lucky that you managed to come out of this with just drained energy,” He had told you one day, standing next to your cot and handing you a homemade medicine; its taste was horrendous, but it did the job.

“I’ve dealt with witches, succeeding or not, that had come out in a much worse condition. You’re very powerful, that much I can tell.” He confessed, his face sobering as he remembered why it was that you were there, “Whatever it is that you’re dealing with, I wish you luck.”

And now here you stand, the results of all your hard work and patience vibrating the more you concentrate on defeating the demon in front of you.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to try and hurt me with that,” Yeonjun laughed, watching the way your grip tightened the moment he landed his eyes on it, your knuckles turning white with the force, “You know your little knife can’t hurt me, right?”

While it was true that regular knives were nothing more but toys to him, you knew that what you were holding was not a regular knife.

But he didn’t.

You remained silent as you stared at him, quirking a brow to silently challenge him. He scoffed, rolling his eyes at your demeanor.

“Giving me the silent treatment now?” He said, pausing for a moment before looking back at you, “Fine. You think you can hurt me with that little kitchen knife?” With a single movement of his hands, the fire dwindled, going down until it was no more,

“Go ahead. Give it your best shot.”

You suppressed a smile.

Yeonjun was a lot of things. Strong, powerful, smart, hell, he was a bit attractive too.

But above all, he was cocky.

Slowly, and as subtly as you could, you adjusted your stance, your eyes never leaving his, ready to let your shield down to attack him.

“No games?”

His lips quirked up, his hands coming up to his sides to show you his full vulnerability.

“Fair and square. Here, I’ll even let you make the first move.” His pitch black eyes twinkled with his signature playfulness, his thoughts displaying to you loud and clear;

I thought you were smarter than this.

You fought the urge to scoff, and instead surveyed him for a moment, stepping back to give yourself a bit more room. He watched intently, his body language open and relaxed, clearly not threatened by you.

You lunged forward.

Before Yeonjun could move away, you swung your knife towards him, your stomach sinking as you missed your target, his neck, and sliced at his face instead. His head turned to the side, a hiss emitting from him as he turned back to you, the slash on his cheek burning into his skin, going deeper into his face as he began to bleed.

Except that wasn’t blood that came out of his face.

A thin liquid, pure black and mixed with the poison of your blade, trickled down his face. Slowly, he brought up a hand to his cheek, touching tentatively at his wound, observing the black substance that poured out of him, before turning back to you.

“Come on, you little vixen,” he groaned, the nickname that he called you from your first meeting rolling off his tongue smoothly, “Not the face!”

Cocky bastard.

But now that your first move was over, Yeonjun took a minute to crack his neck, the black liquid trailing down to his neck as he slowly rolled his head back, pausing for a second before straightening up, smiling at you sweetly.

“My turn.”

Right as you were going to activate your shield once more, Yeonjun ran to you, landing a solid punch to your stomach, sending you flying to the wall behind you, the wind being knocked out of you on impact as you crumbled to the floor. Looking up, you saw him lunge at you once more, mumbling your incantation for your shield, successfully knocking him back at the last second. Tumbling backward, Yeonjun layed on the floor as you slowly got back up, using the wall behind you as support, the wild and unhinged sound of Yeonjun’s laugh echoing off the walls.

“Oh, my little vixen,” he began, sitting up as he watched you regain your composure. “I missed this. I must admit, you have gotten stronger.” Standing back up slowly, you felt the room slowly heat up. You shifted, knowing what it was that he was about to do next.

“It’s exciting.”

Running towards him, you did your best to avoid the trail of fire that was now after you, ready to swing your knife at him as you got closer. Just as you were close enough to him, you swung towards his neck once more, the predictable movement allowing Yeonjun to step aside, only to get a kick to his chest, successfully knocking him down and allowing you to dive down, the fire that was about to pierce the center of your back flying instead to the wall in front of you, the loud boom barely covering Yeonjun’s scream as you dug your knife into his shoulder.

“Fuck!”

You towered over him, straddling his waist and putting as much weight as you could to keep him down. His hands immediately reached up to clasp over yours, attempting to pull the weapon out, only to have you retaliate by digging it into his skin more, his cursing filling up your ears as he struggled against you.

Your jaw clenched and you felt yourself begin to sweat, the same ring of fire from before beginning to enclose around you slowly with no signs of stopping. Your hands began to burn underneath Yeonjun’s touch, obviously his doing as he seemed to concentrate on attempting to scare you off with the same fire that landed you on the brink of death from your first encounter.

But you refused.

You refused to allow the demon to live any longer, to continue to terrorize innocent and defenseless people in your town, or in this world at all. And now that you had him under your grip, your hands struggling to successfully behead him, you weren’t going to let a little bit of pain scare you away.

Your hands began to numb under the heat of his skin, popping noises emitting from under his iron grip. He was attempting to break your hands, to render them useless, but with the adrenaline coursing through your veins, you pushed on, biting back your own groans of pain and trying to concentrate on your current task, and nothing else.

“Come on my vixen, give it up,” he said, his voice laced with pain and false confidence that he attempted to use in order to make you believe that he remained unaffected. But as your knife inched towards his neck, piercing through his skin and emitting a loud sizzling sound, you knew that it was all a bluff by the way he winced, a low grunt of pain escaping him.

“I really don’t want to hurt you, you know,” he confessed, the ring of fire snapping angrily at your legs, the heat making you want to faint from overexertion. But you continued to push on, much to Yeonjun’s annoyance. “Fine, you asked for it.”

He screwed his eyes shut, the ring of fire slightly calming down, along with his iron grip on your hands. Just as you were about to take this chance and behead him, you felt something coming.

You turned around.

A ball of pitch black fire, resembling a pure void, flew towards you.

It all happened so fast. Throwing you off of him, Yeonjun staggered away from you, watching silently as the void of black washed over you, your screams of agony causing him to look away, the slightest bit of pity washing over him.

This was it, wasn’t it?

You couldn’t move as this void of fire washed over you, a feeling as though every bone in your body was being broken and you were being turned inside out coarsed through your system, your screams ripping through your throat, the wish for death appearing in your heart.

But right as you felt as though you were going to black out, it stopped.

And Yeonjun stood over you.

He watched as you lay there, completely paralyzed with pain. It took a bit before you began to breathe again, your chest barely rising, the air flowing into you causing you pain. Slowly, you opened your eyes, Yeonjun’s face inches from yours, the dark liquid from his wounds dripping onto you.

“I almost feel sorry,” he whispered, his lips grazing yours. You tried to hold on, to finish your job, but the very effort of having to breathe exhausted you beyond belief. Slowly, he pressed his lips to yours, the kiss more of a half hearted apology as he lingered there for a second, his lips still against yours. His mind reeled at the feeling, and he pulled away, a soft smile on his face as he slowly brought his hand down, hesitating before caressing your exhausted face slowly, spreading his own blood on your face.

He grinned.

“I look forward to our next battle.”

And he was gone.

Tears pricked at your eyes, and you collapsed.

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WHERE YOU ARE PLAYER #066 (PROLOGUE)

Title: Rain and Everything in Between

Pairing: Kang Sae-byeok (#067) x fem!reader

TW: Squid Game spoilers, abuse, cursing, canon level violence and blood

A/N: This is my first piece. Squid Game’s genius character writing inspired me to create this blog, so this is all new to me. Feeling nervous about it, but me know if you guys are interest in the rest of the series and I will gladly continue it whenever I can! Feedback is always welcomed!

As of 02/14/2023 this story is being rewritten. So sorry for the year delay. Imagine one of those wild author notes you’ve read and that’s what happened to me. Couldn’t deal with everything for a while, but it’s better now and my works will make a comeback soon!

You stood leaning against the old cement walls in the empty school hallways, holding your exam paper with trembling hands. An ugly 40% mark was written in red on top of it as if to taunt you. It was your final chance to make it through the bar and you had failed.

“What am I supposed to do now?” You said, your voice scratched and hoarse. “There’s not much else besides retake the class.” Your friend patted you on the shoulders then sympathetically. Then she moved to stand beside you, nudging your sides and in a small voice offered, “I can lend you some money if you need to get through another year. I know how much this means to you.”

You forced a weak smile to appear on your face and shook your head. “I already relied on you enough.”

It came out as a grimace instead and your friend had noticed. “You don’t have to fake yourself around me. I’ve known you since we were kids, Y/N. This situation is not your fault and you know it.”

“I know.” You glanced down again at the reminder of your failure and with a huff, ripped it up to pieces. You watched the scraps flew out the open windows with a newfound determination. “I need to take a gap year and make some money.”

“How much do you owe now?”

“Almost 12 billion won here. That would be 11 million dollars where I come from.” You managed to smirk a little at your friend’s bulging eyes at the revelation. “Yeah, that would be my reaction too.”

“I promised I wouldn’t ask, but what did your parents do to get that much debt?” “Oh, you know, something called interest rate, alcoholism and drug addiction. I heard it’s been trendy for the past few years.”

“Only you can joke at a time like this.” Your friend then sighed, plopping herself down on the floor and patting the spot beside her. “So, what’s your plan?”

You paused for a moment, taking the time to brush some dirt out of the way before kneeling down. “I’m going to play children’s games and win them.” You finally murmured.

Once more, your friend looked at you like you grew a third head and honestly, you could not blame her if you tried. It was odd to you too for a man to just proposition 100 thousand won for a simple game of ddakji.

“What?”

“You heard me right, we get money from doing that. There was this guy in a suit that gave me an envelope to flip with another one laying on the ground. I won so that’s what he offered me. That’s all I know, though. I think it’s a scam for newbies to the country like me, but I’m desperate enough.”

“Fine, but don’t overwork yourself. I’m not driving you to the hospital again if you faint or something.” Your friend sighed as her phone rang. “That’s my queue to leave. Whatever you do, come back safe, alright?”

You merely shrugged. “No promises.”

Your friend shot you a glare as she dusted off her uniform, but before she could retort, her phone rang again. “Needy driver, sorry. But I mean it, though. Don’t be stubborn.”

“I know.” She seemed to accept your answer and nodded.

You waved back at her as she left hurriedly down the halls.

You were once again left alone with your own thoughts. You had always feared what your mind could say, so after a few minutes, you left too.

The walk home was as silent as ever and that’s just the way you like it. You took solitude in admiring the falling snow and breathed in the refreshingly cold air. You thumbed your finger across the plastic locket you wore around your neck in contentment.

You always did admire how being nature made you feel alive again. As you rounded the corner into an alleyway, your footsteps halted. You were home. You knew that the doors would creak once you swung it. You also knew how long it would take for your parents to notice you there. It gave you 10 seconds to run and hide. That was always more than enough.

But today, you tripped. You grew frantic, realizing the front door was trapped. Your hands flew to the strings, trying to untangle yourself from the trip wires to no avail.

“Your ol’ man is pretty smart, ain’t he?” Your mom cackled, her rotting teeth showing. You flinched then as she grabbed you by the collar and slammed you against the tiled flooring. “Where’s the money, wh*re?”

You remained mum, flailing to kick her off you.

“Answer her.” Your father growled. From the corner of your eyes, you can see him reach for your baseball bat underneath kitchen counter and stood, his face contorting into a vile expression you’ve never seen before. Your blood ran coldly down your spine at the sight.

Suddenly, the winter air didn’t seem as pleasant to you.

“The sharks are coming next week. They’ll kill us then. Is that how you repay your sweet parents who let you go to law school?” Her voice then turned sickeningly sweet. “You do remember who brought you to Korea, don’t you? You wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for us, dear.”

You could feel the tears pricking against your eyes now, but you choked them back. With a pained grunt, you freed you threw your head back and rammed it into the woman’s, throwing her off you.

Your head was spinning now, but you didn’t care. Before you could think, your legs were already pumping rapidly beneath you. The horrible yells behind followed you, but soon grew distant and completely disappeared.

You only stopped running once you realized you were safe. You let yourself sink down into the snow, gasping desperately for breath. Instinctively, you had reached for your phone to dial your friend, but now you hesitated. Your hands went to pull out a visa card instead and you held it in front of you.

It was plain and old, you had observed. The ink was smudged and there was only a circle, triangle and square on the front. Flipping it to the back, you saw a series of numbers.

You remembered dialing it without a second thought.

“Hello?” came a male voice on the other end.

“I got a card from you today? Is that…still available?”

“Do you wish to participate in the games? If you wish to participate, please state your name and birthday.”

///

You jolted awake at the sound of fanfare blaring through the speakers. You hurriedly tugged off the blanket to look around frantically. The room was unlike anything you’ve ever seen. There were bunkers of beds at every corner of the room besides the giant gap in the center.

Your head was still pounding and as much as you tried, you can’t seem to remember what direction you came from after entering the car. Questions began to formulate in your mind before you could stop them.

Was this where the games took place? What did they do to me during that car ride? Why here? I have to ask somebody, anyone.

As the music grew louder, your thoughts were quickly drowned out. More people were stirring around you and you finally saw how everyone wore green tracksuits with a number embroidered in white on the left side. Casting your gaze downwards, you saw that you were wearing the same.

“066” Your tag read.

Moments later, bewildered mumbles filled the air. The hurried rustling on the left drew your attention. A girl with messy short hair and tall stature had went to stand between your bed and hers as if contemplating for a moment. Before you could even think to call out to her, she had already walked away, disappearing into the mob of people.

You make a mental note of her number - 067 - and followed the crowd. You squeezed your way through the flock of green, planning to reach the other side until you heard a loud thud followed by loud gasping. Craning your head, your eyes settled on a large circle formed in the middle of the room. You began shoving your way over there instead and barreled right into a middle-aged man’s back.

“Sorry, sir.” You immediately said, bowing at him.

You noticed he had a moustache as he gave you fleeting fatherly smile that calmed you and told you it was alright. 456 was his number and he was entranced enough in whatever’s going on that he had already ignored your presence.

“You went independent? Are you Yu Gwan-Sun or what? Go out and wave that flag, then.” You heard a gruff voice sneer. “Oh right. You’re from the North, so wave the North Korean flag”

A North Korean defector? Is that guy that intimidated to pick a fight before games even start? You bit back a snort at the thought and attempted to tip toe.

You realize your efforts were futile within seconds and let out a frustrated huff, cursing the Gods for making you as short and small as you were.

“She looks familiar.” You did a double take at those words. Who?

You instinctively looked up at the man, seeing him press his lips into a thin line. “What are you talking about, mister?” However, the question fell on deaf ears as he abruptly lunged forward. His steps left you an open path to the front that you gladly took.

“Come here.” He grabbed the girl on the ground by the collar, yanking her up forcefully and pushed her head to the side. “That scar on your neck. Yes, it’s you, the pickpocket!”

You caught a mixture of franticness and anger in his tone and grimaced. So much for thinking he’s nice.

“Give me my money back. Where’s my money?” He was yelling now, hysterically shaking the girl who remained limp and motionless in his grasp. “Give it back!” He bellowed.

Then suddenly, he was thrown to the side by a strong kick. Your eyes snapped to the intruder. It took a moment, but your mouth fell open when you realized who it was.

Number 101 was Jang Deok-su. The snake on the side of his face brought chills down your back.

You had seen him before as a kid. He looked younger then when he was with your mother. Your face contorted into a scowl. You didn’t want to recall what happened between them right now.

“I’m Seong Gi-hun from Ssangmun-dong.” The nervous answer broke your reverie. Finally, a name. 456 is Mr. Gi-hun. Analyzing the field, you eventually found the girl remained hunched over, panting on the ground, wiping blood from her lips. You squinted for a number, but couldn’t make out any in time before you were pushed backwards again.

The crowd had flinched and Gi-hun was shouting bloody murder for help as Deok-su sauntered over towards him with a clenched fist. As if his prayers were answered, the buzzer sounded.

“Over there! We got a thug and a pickpocket!” He shrieked pointing desperately.

The elevators opened, revealing red jacket people with masks that hid their faces. Once more, the entire place fell silent. Taking advantage of the players’ dazed state, you made your way back to the front and quickly counted 8 circle heads split in two rows on each side. There was one lone square one in the middle.

Must be the leader.

In your peripherals, you spotted the girl, pushing herself upright and you were able to faintly see the white outlines.

Number 067?

But soon enough, you were escorted back into rows as the guards stood before you, stiff and emotionless.

“I would like to extend a heart welcome to you all.” The square head began. You frowned. Their tones were definitely getting modified and amplified to sound the same by those covers. “Everyone here will participate in six different games over six days. Those who win all six games will get a handsome cash prize.”

“How are we supposed to believe you?” A guy probed. “You suddenly put us to sleep, take our phones and wallets away, then bring us to this mysterious place. Now you show up saying you’ll pay us handsomely for playing a few games? Do you expect us to believe that?”

Fair question You thought, glancing around. There has to be a catch.

“We reluctantly took those measures to maintain our confidentiality bringing you here. We’ll return everything once the games are over.” The square head replied plainly.

“How come you are wearing those masks?” Another woman asked.

“We do not disclose the faces and personal information of our staff to the participants. It’s a measure we take for the fairness of games and privacy. Please understand.”

What does that have to do with anything? The only way that has any correlation with fairness is that there might people we can recognize. You dug your hands into your jacket and sighed. So, it’s more about the privacy and control over both us and the staff rather than being “fair” You didn’t like how this is going already. They were already lying without even budging and it scared you.

“You lured, kidnapped, and locked us up. You make all kinds of excuses to keep yourself hidden after all those illegal actions. Give us one good reason why we should trust you.” Another man spoke up.

“Player 218, Cho Sang-woo” The square turned on a television overhead. “Age, 46. Former team leader of Team Two at Joy Investments. Siphoned money from his clients, then invested in derivatives and future options with it and failed. Current loss, 650 million won.”

You gaped, the calculations in your head running. That’s around 552 million dollars. That was more money than that you had thought existed.

The clips flickered towards more people playing the same game you were presented with earlier. You watched it curiously as everyone was slapped and furrowed your eyebrows. You never saw yourself in those videos that flashed by.

A strange feeling set into the pit of your stomach. You were sure you also won the game first try.

“All of you in this room are living on the edge, with debts you just can’t pay off. When we first went to see you, none of you trusted us. But as you know, we played a game and gave you money as promised. So everyone here trusted us and volunteered to participate in this game of your own free will.”

He paused for a second before resuming. “I’ll give you one last chance to choose. Will you go back to living your lousy life being chased by your creditors? Or will you grab the last opportunity we offer here?”

Everyone shuffled skittishly at that and you didn’t blame them.

“What kind of games are we playing?” A guy with broken Korean questioned.

“In order to play fair, we cannot disclose any information on the games ahead of time.”

“Excuse me. Just how much is the prize money?” You recognized Gi-hun’s voice and rolled your eyes.

With a click, the room was filled with golden light. An enormous piggy bank began its descent from the skies.

“Your prize money will be accumulated in the piggy bank after every game. We will disclose the amount to everyone after the first game is over. If you do not wish to participate, please let us know now.”

Rules:

Clause 1: A player is not allowed to stop playing.

Clause 2: A player who refuses to play will be eliminated.

Clause 3: Games may be terminated if the majority agrees.

You felt uneasy as the pen glided across the bottom of the page as you penned your signature. Circling back, your eyes met number 067’s. She gave you a short-lived glare before walking up to print down hers without hesitation.

The place looked like something you can imagine out of Harry Potter, but pink. Winding stairs seemed as if it led nowhere, but to your doom. By the time it was your turn for pictures, you were beat physically and decided on a neutral expression.

You were led through the green door nearest to the walls and onto to a plain field. Squinting again, you clocked onto the fact that everything was merely painted on the walls. Weird.

“All players, please wait a moment on the field.” A woman’s voice sounded through the intercoms. “Let me repeat. All players, please wait a moment on the field.”

You shoved your hands back in your pockets and walked yourself up front, pushing yourself against a wall to rest. There was a grand doll with ponytails and yellow with orange clothing by a tree guarded by a circle. It resembled something you had seen in horror movies.

“The first game is Red Light, Green Light.” The woman’s voice echoed out once more. “You can move forward while ‘it’ shouts out, ‘the hibiscus flowers have bloomed.’ Those who cross the finish line without getting caught in five minutes pass this round. Then let the games begin.”

That’s all the rules? An idea sparked in your brain and you had smirked inwardly. As soon as it started speaking, you dashed forward. As the doll turned, you simply leaned your body to the wall to steady yourself. Isn’t this too easy?

“Player 324. Eliminated.” A gunshot rang out and if it wasn’t for the surface supporting you, you would’ve fallen from flinching. You felt heart now thumping wildly against your chest as you saw the blond guy’s body limply collapsing. So that’s the catch.

Once more, the doll swiveled and you ran to where the player was and stopped. Another shot was fired and you could hear the blood splattering out and the collective shock that followed.

It was chaos, so you shut your eyes, hands shaking from the agonizing screams that tore out of their mouths.

It was over faster than it had begun and the game resumed again. You started and halted sporadically, only a few inches ahead of everyone else. At this point, you had begun to wish that other players would catch onto what you had been doing.

Unfortunately, they didn’t.

You booked it at home stretch and leaped across the finish line as the doll spun, landing harshly on your back. The dust covered you, but that was the least you cared about.

For the rest of the game, you watched in a daze as dozens of people get shot down because of the slightest twitches and felt yourself fade away.

As game’s timer dwindled to an end, so did the remaining players’ lives.

///

Gloominess hung over your shoulders like a moth to a flame. You had your legs drawn up to your chest, hands wrapping around them as you rocked back and forth. The images in your head wouldn’t go away no matter what you tried. Every time you find yourself drifting off to sleep, you had seen red all over.

With a groan, you buried your head into your arms and continued to rock, faster and faster. The voice in your brain was now mocking you, its screams piercing your ears about how you could’ve saved those players if you had just said something. Anything. Then maybe they would’ve been alive.

“Be quiet.” Came a girl’s deep voice.

Your mind felt numb, but you paused anyways to glance warily in the direction of the sound. “Why should I be?” When they remained silent, you forced your eyes to refocus in the dim light to see number 067 staring back at you blankly, her posture poised. “Oh, it’s you. Leave me alone.”

“The mattress is creaking too much.” She eventually said.

Your retort was cut short when the lights were turned back on. As the guards filed in, the players scrambled on their feet in anticipation. You didn’t bother to move. You could see well as it is from where you were. The girl beside you didn’t either.

“All of you have made it through the first game. Congratulations.” The square guard said flatly. “Let me announce the results of the first game.”

The screen containing the number of players flickered and began pummeling from 456 to 201. You felt dizzy. 255 players eliminated just like that.

You can only watch on forlornly when the remaining people began begging the guards for mercy. One woman never had the chance to name her child and the other just wants to leave.

“Be spared or not, their fates are sealed for the moment they give up on this chance.” The girl beside you said, climbing off her bed and striding away. Her cold tone made you look back at her, mouth agape.

“What is your problem?” You hissed, hurriedly following suit. “We’re all here for different reasons and not everyone of them is self-imposed. Some of them were born into where they are now.”

She stilled, turning to give you a sharp glare. “That’s not my problem now, is it?” You could see she wanted to say more, but decided against it and turned away.

“A player is not allowed to stop playing.” You can hear the square head say with authority.

“Do you think you’ll get away with everything you’re doing? The police will barge in any minute now to find us who’ve been missing.” A man argued.

Another guy’s eyes bulged out. “That’s right. If you don’t let us go, they’ll locate us by tracking our phones and come find us! You’ll be doomed!”

The conviction in that man’s words led even another to agree passionately.

And that’s when the gunshot rang out.

You ducked, startled like the rest. You dared to peak and lowkey wished you didn’t as all guns were now aimed at the group, ready to fire at any moment.

“A player who refuses to play will be eliminated.”

“Consent form clause 3.” A voice you recalled as Sangwoo spoke out. “Games may be terminated if the majority agrees. Is that correct?”

“That’s correct.”

“Then, let us take a vote. If the majority wish to leave this place, then you must let us go.”

“As you wish, we will take a vote to decide on the termination of the game.”

Everyone broke out in optimistic murmurs.

“Let me announce the prize money accumulated from the first game.” With a click, the golden piggy bank began its descent once more. You can see number 067 and everyone else stand, clamoring closer to each other, looking hypnotized as the money drop into it. You could understand why. That was the most money you had ever seen in your life.

“A total of 255 players were eliminated during the first game. A hundred million won is at stake for each player. Therefore, 25.5 billion won of prize money has been accumulated so far into the piggy bank. If you wish to give up now, the 25.5 billion won will be sent to the bereaved families of the eliminated players 100 million won each. However, all of you will return home empty-handed.”

“Excuse me. If we make it through all six games, how much do we get?” Inquired the woman with the unnamed kid.

“Since there are 456 players, the total prize money is 45.6 billion won.” The square head signaled at the circle guards and they promptly moved. “We will now start voting.”

You were still sitting when they began to move in a table. The noise and sudden movement earlier made your dizziness come back at you full force and when you attempted to stand, you fell backwards, hands flailing out to hopefully grab onto at least one of the metal bars nearby to steady yourself.

However, you couldn’t tighten your grasp hard enough and face planted pathetically on to the floor. Some on lookers let out concerned noises.

“I’m okay.” You managed to grunt out, rolling on your back. You shut your eyes, gasping for breath, and began massaging both sides of your aching head.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” That accent.

You cracked one eye back open to see number 067 hovering over you. If you weren’t half blind, would have thought she looked amused.

“What should I have done instead? Take a bullet to the face? No thanks. That sounds like a definite pass.” You grumbled.

“I meant you should’ve fallen on something softer.”

“Are you here to help or nag at me?”

“Neither.” She said shrugging and left you there to mold in your own annoyance. It was your turn to glare holes into the back of her skull as she walked off.

You managed to spot a familiar face emerging from the crowd. Throwing away your pride you called out. “Mr. Gi-hun!”

The man turned to you and grinned. “What are you doing on the ground?”

“Long story. Could you help me up, though, mister?” He held out his hands readily and you grabbed it, pulling yourself up with much difficulty.

You wobbled a bit, so Gi-hun had offered for you to let him support you. He laughed as you shakily stumbled your way in line, saying that you reminded him of his daughter when she was learning how to walk. In reply, you scoff at him, insisting you were half his age and not a new born. But in the end, you wounded up thanking him for going out of his way for you.

Maybe you had judged him too fast after all.

“As you can see, there are two buttons in front of you. If you wish to continue playing, press the green button with an O. If you wish to stop playing, press the red button with an X. And after you finish voting, move to the other side of the white line. The voting will be done in reverse order of the numbers on your chests. Player 456, please cast your vote.”

Gi-hun gave you a concerned look and you signed him an okay. He nodded and stepped up there, contemplating for a few seconds before pressing the X.

Xs and Os exchanged votes like that for a while. A fight had almost broken out a few minutes ago. The guards had quickly intervened to preserve the democracy.

You admit those were strange choices of words, but couldn’t think of anything more with the raging headache still working its way through your system.

It was a proud moment as you managed to drag yourself up there without tripping and pressed the X, tipping the scale by two votes. Number 067 was next and pressed O without a second thought. She went to stand beside you with her hands stuffed in her pockets.

You decided to nudge her. “You know, what would you do if the games were canceled?”

“Why would you want to know?”

“Ever heard of a conversation?” You shot back.

“I’d rather not.”

You suppressed a groan at her deadpan answer and fixated back on the board. It was 100 to 100 with only Player 001 left to go. It was an old man. His strides were confident and it triggered an odd feeling that you couldn’t put your fingers on just yet, but you promised yourself to explore it later.

He hesitated, glancing up and down at the tracker and buttons. The room had went mum, awaiting his decision.

Alas, the man had pressed the X and people erupted in joyous cheers. You too let out a breath. Number 067’s was as unreadable as ever.

“The majority of the players voted to terminate the game. Therefore, this game is now terminated.” Announced the square head.

“Those who want to leave can leave. But let the ones who want to stay continue playing. Half of us died already! We can’t stop here!” A man yelled, enticing many others to join in.

“It’s a pity that we must say goodbye to you like this. However, we will not seal off the door of opportunity to you. If the majority of you wish to participate again, we will restart the game. Goodbye, then.” The square head bowed.

The next thing you knew, you were tied up and blindfolded in your undergarments on a cement floor with who you assumed was Gi-hun shouting uncontrollably beside you for assistance.

“Will you shut up?” There’s that accent again. You were sure that was number 067 too. What are the chances to be stuck with both of them?

You flipped onto your stomach, pressing your head against the ground and began to rub in a circular motion trying to twist knot to the blindfold to the front. It was barely budging on its own, so you decided to roll until you felt it is directly under you. Pushing yourself downwards, you discovered, had no effect. You opted to try a new tactic.

“Who are you? Pickpocket? Is that you, pickpocket?” You can hear Gi-hun ask. You can assume you were somewhere behind him as he should’ve seen you by now with blindfolds off.

You were on your back now and you felt dirt and grass now along with something clangy that prevented you from going further. A fence? You contemplated before deciding. Screw it.

You hobbled onto your feet, feeling your back collide with a solid thing that held you up. You crisscrossed your legs the best you could and applied pressure. Immediately, the restraints broke and relief washed over you. The ropes were flimsy this whole time.

“Unless you want to lie here all night, try to untie me.” Number 067 snapped.

With your bottom half free, you did the same with your arms and threw the blindfolds off. Your clothes were thrown askew behind Gi-hun who was now chewing off the ties with his teeth.

The sight was…new to say the least.

By the time you fully clothed yourself and double checked that your locket was securely fastened on your neck, number 067 was free, scrambling to get dressed as well.

“You can get dressed first. It’s cold, isn’t it? I’m freezing too.” Gi-hun shivered, tossing himself about on the cement. “Man. Gosh. Yes, hurry up.”

Throwing on her jacket, she spared a glance at you and began ambling off.

“Man, my legs hurt. Hey. Hey, you need to untie me now.” His voice was growing louder and frantic. “Come on. Hey! Wait! What are you doing? You need to untie me before you go.”

You watched as number 067 stopped to reply. A subtle smirk was evident. “Why should I?”

“Because I untied you!” He said indignantly.

“Aren’t you too old to be that naïve or stupid? Once I untie you, you’ll hassle me for money and demand your money back.”

“Well, that’s that.”

You suppressed a snort. What a dumb answer. You went up to untie the restraints on his hand off with ease anyways.

“Huh?” Gi-hun laughed airily. “Thank you. Can you get my legs free too?”

“No.”

“What?” His tone was so incredulous you had a hard time keeping a straight face. “I helped you too!”

“I untied you in one place already. You’ll have to settle your dues with the other girl.” You watched to see number 067 scoff and spun around.

“Okay, fine! I’ll forget about the money. Just untie me, will you?”

Surprisingly enough, the girl turned back once again. “Do you mean that?”

Gi-hun nodded with an exasperated sigh. “Yes. I really won’t say anything about the money.”

“How can I trust you?”

“I swear it on my mom!” You had to move out of the way as he hunched over again. “Untie me now. It’s freezing! God damn it. That hurts!”

Number 067 exhaled heavily, eyes locking with yours as she moseyed over. She stilled a few inches from the rope, knife in hand. “Actually, I’m not going to.” At the last minute, she retracted the blade, backing away slowly with a sinister grin.

Gi-hun had insisted on hopping after her. “Darn it. Come here! My money. Give me my money back. Give me… Damn it. Give me my money back! Give it back! Man.”

He tripped, crying riotously on the ground. “Damn it, give me my money.”

“I feel really bad for your mother.” Number 067 jeered, thrusting her hands in her pockets and trudged off.

“You little… Hey, stop right there. Hey! Hey! Stop right there!” Gi-hun shouted irately.

Seeing the man so distraught, you elected that it was a good time to stop having fun at his expense. “Hey! You!”

“What?” Number 067 pivoted again to glower at you.

“Untie him and I’m coming with you.”

The girl rolled her eyes, considering your words before shortly jogging over. In one move, Gi-hun was free. You exchanged a knowing expression with him and started tailing her when she left.

You didn’t get far until number 067 caught on. “Why are you following me?”

“I said untie him and I’m coming with you and you agreed.”

“I did not.”

“In fact you did.” A merry beam was plastered on Gi-hun’s face as he tugged on his sweater. “It’s not her problem you can’t hear right, pick pocket. Thieves still have honor, right?”

“I don’t know what you’re planning, but you better not try anything funny.” The girl scowled.

The rest of the day was more peaceful than that threat. You ended up taking a stroll with her in silence to buy your favorite flavored ice cream. Then she cruelly told you that it wasn’t for you and ditched you there to wait on a bench behind a tree as she met up with a little boy. You presumed him be her younger brother. It was endearing, really, and you allowed yourself indulge and imagine what having a sibling is like.

The girl later led you to another part of the city you’ve never been to. Along the way, you admired the scenery and enjoyed the wind that flowed through your hair.

She finally rested in front of a quaint neighborhood.

The building in front of you had a sign that read: “Southern Men, Northern Women”

“Stay here. Don’t enter.” She brushed passed you, stepped in and slammed the door closed.

So much for that aggression. You let yourself smile a bit at the thought. Plopping yourself down on the curb, you figured that had she really wanted to get rid of you, she would’ve done so already, not let you hang around.

Admittedly, her company wasn’t the best either, but it wasn’t the worst, so you were glad to stay. Besides, the idea of staying anywhere else except home sounded good to you.

You hummed idly to the tune of a ballad and pulled out your locket. Shaking it, you were pleased to discover the thread and needle you hid there as a child was still encased in there. If I had another go at those games, I’ll definitely sneak this in and use them.

At the mention of it, the memories came flooding back. It was only yesterday that you had left. You had momentarily forgotten the grief you had felt.

Those poor lives – gone because of you.

Fortunately, your worries were promptly interrupted by a panicked yelp from the other side.

“It’s hot! That’s freaking hot! Dammit!”

You were able to draw in the dots then. Number 067’s parents must still be in North Korea and this is a service to bring them over. Obviously, something must have gone awry to warrant that response. This was nothing you hadn’t learned about in law school and it made you laugh. If I had passed the second time, I would’ve been able to get her parents here faster than they can too.

Sure enough, the girl emerged minutes later wearing a grim expression. “Let’s go.”

“Where to?”

“I’m going back in in a few days.”

You tensed, dusting yourself off. “The card was in there?”

“Yes. You don’t have to go.”

That’s a bit too soon to decide.

Screw it.

You diverted your eyes up to the sky, distracting yourself from the nagging anxiety with tracking the clouds. “I said I’d follow you.” You had said in a small voice. “So I will.”

The girl gave you a pensive look and merely nodded. “Suit yourself...”

“I’m serious. I don’t plant to lose.” You bit down the bitter doubt rotting inside you and smiled at her. “We can win. Then I can finish both the law and medical program I failed a few times before and I can even get your parents here.”

She stayed quiet for a while, just studying you. Eventually, the girl nodded again, “It’s impossible for two people to win. Keep deluding yourself.”

“You’re questioning my knowledge of the law?” You gasped dramatically, feigning heart pain.

“I feel bad for your parents too.”

“Don’t worry they already do.” Your answer was unexpected enough to her that she appeared stunned. The two of you reverted back to being quiet for the rest of the ways home.

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randomshyperson · 3 years

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Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Land of Thieves #ChapterOne

Western/ Red Dead Redemption AU / Slow Burn / childhood best friends to lovers

Gif is not mine.

Read on AO3 (English Version)

Ler no AO3 / “Terra de Ladrões” (Versão Português)

Chapter warnings: explicit language, explicit violence.

Word count for this chapter: 4002K

Summary: When you were a child, you swore that no matter how high the reward in your head, she could always count on you. Life as an outlaw in the west is not easy, but you believe that train robberies are still easier than asking a pretty girl to dance. Land of Thieves, also know as your love story with Wanda Maximoff in the Wild West.

Pt.1 || Pt. 2 || Pt. 3 || Pt.4 || Pt.5 || Pt.6 || Pt.7 || Pt.8 || Pt.9 || Pt.10 || Pt.11

You were covered in mud and blood when you entered the saloon. Curious and judgmental eyes turned to you, but you didn't stare back. Stretching your back, you felt your whole body ache; the recent beating was sure to leave marks. Walking over to the counter, you threw three gold coins onto the wood, muttering in a mumbled tone "bath" to the saloon keeper. He nodded slightly, showing you the way to the restrooms. As you washed up, you grumbled against the recent cuts, but you were happy to know that you hadn't been shot. Your body ached, but without bullet wounds, you would be better in no time. A pretty girl who worked in the saloon smiled at you when she took your muddy clothes to wash them, and you looked away blushing helplessly. She handed you new clothes before she left. When you finished your shower, you put on the white silk shirt, and beat-up jeans that were handed to you. The boots were not new, but they were comfortable. You also put on spurs, but they didn't give you suspenders, so you left the shirt loose against your body, enjoying the lightness. Attaching your holstered belt to your waist, you checked to be sure your Schofield revolver was clean and locked before you holstered it. You walked to the top floor of the saloon, ignoring the curious glances cast at you on the way. You hoped that no one would recognize you from the reward posters, but you weren't so sure about that, since your face was quite exposed without your hat, which must now be somewhere lost in the middle of New Elizabeth, or on some thief's head. Whistling softly, you walked to the saloon balcony, watching the town below. Valentine is a ranching town, small and not very crowded. Lots of pedestrians, you observe. You light a cigarette as you watch the citizens go about their mundane lives, many opportunities passing before your eyes. You let your gaze wander to the town bank, a few meters ahead on the right of the saloon. You notice that security is low. Making mental notes about everything you could observe from there, you put out your cigarette, returning to the lower part of the saloon, toward the counter. - A whiskey and a beef stew. - You grumble, handing the bartender some coins. He nods in agreement and in a few minutes you get your meal. While you are sitting at the farthest table in the room, you listen attentively to the conversation of two men at the poker table, who have caught your attention. - My cousin saw the carriages in Saint Denis. Four horses in each, and he said that the riders were armed to the teeth." - The skinny man commented excitedly, his friend didn't look so happy. - Those damned bankers are like pests of the soil. You saw what happened to that southern town, I think it was called White Gate. - commented the man with the mustache, his expression frowning. - After the oil ran out, everybody lost their jobs. Stark closed the mine and the citizens began to starve. Almost everyone moved to the neighboring towns. Stark. The name was not strange to you, but you could not tell exactly where you had heard it before. You finished your stew, deciding that Steve would want to know about both the bank and the possible rich men who were visiting the town. Finishing your whiskey in one gulp, you stood up, leaving the saloon just as you collected your freshly washed clothes from the same woman who had brought them. It was hot and humid outside. Knight, your Hungarian half-breed horse, grunted with delight when you stroked his mane. You smiled at him before you mounted. You rode south, figuring you would have no trouble finding the new camp site, and trying to remember Bucky's instructions about where exactly they were. It took some time, but you finally found the camp. You dismounted Knight as you entered the area between the trees, walking calmly to the largest tent. Steve Rogers was like a father to you. When your birth parents died of cholera, you ran away from the orphanage the government put you in, and started living on the streets. You were only seven years old, but you were smart enough to hide in one of the garbage carts when the nuns weren't looking, and you ran away because you couldn't stand being beaten by the older children and your own teachers. You ended up somewhere in West Elizabeth, and while trying to steal some food, you were chased by two officers. But just as they were about to catch up with you, someone knocked them out. You smiled when Steve held out a big piece of bread and water to you. From that moment on, you lived with him. The Avengers gang became your family. Steve took care of you, and trained you as an outlaw. You learned everything that was essential to survive in the Wild West, from hunting to murder. And as the years passed, other people joined the gang, and you accepted them all as your family. When Steve saw you, he smiled tenderly, wiping the sweat from his brow with a handkerchief as he motioned for you to enter the tent. - So, kiddo, what did you find out in Valentine? - asked the man as you sat down in the opposite position, on a wooden chair. - They have a poorly protected bank. - You shrugged. - But you know how these small towns are, the risk is almost always not worth the gain. - That's too bad, we need money. Especially to buy medicine. You let out a low exclamation of agreement, you knew exactly how difficult the situation was. It had been a particularly difficult season for the gang. With Fury's death at the last service, and the move out of town to get away from the officers, you were still facing a wave of illness. Carol and Bruce had been feverish and bedridden for days, and Thor had been shot during an unsuccessful robbery. - I overheard an interesting conversation, though. - You say, and Steve looks at you curiously. - Some rich people are coming to Valentine in a few days. The name Stark was mentioned, have you ever heard of it? Steve's eyes widen in surprise and excitement. - Of course I have! - he exclaims. - Filthy rich folks there! Rich enough to lend us a little money without even noticing. - I think Stark is going to buy the oil mines at Heartlands. And he's staying in Valentine while he does the negotiations. - That's excellent. - Steve says, running his hand along his chin in a thoughtful expression. - If the deposit is made in Valentine, we will have the purchase money first hand. You nodded. - But even if the deposit is made here, the money is sure to be transferred to Saint Denis. - You retort, trying to think of all the details of the scam. - Which means that we have to steal the money the same day it is deposited, or we only stand a chance during the transfer. Steve stood up, walking around the tent with the same thoughtful expression on his face. - No, no. - He began to speak as if the alternatives were rapidly forming in his head. - The carriage will be extremely protected. In the gunfire, we can be very worried about not getting killed, which will give them a chance to escape to the city. And then we'll have no way to reach them there. You sighed, knowing that he was right. You frowned, trying to think of something, but Steve soon spoke again. - We need to do this while the money is in the bank. And we have to do it fast. - He says, and then walks to the edge of the hut, looking around the field. He whistles, attracting the attention of Peggy Carter, who is chopping wood, and when she raises her curious gaze to him, Steve beckons her to join him. - What is it, Rogers? - Peggy asks gently. You exchange a smile with her. - We've got a new hit. - He says, making room for Peggy to join you. - Is Bucky around? - He went out hunting a few minutes ago. The twins went with him. - Peggy says and you rest your face on your own hand, waiting for Steve to speak again. - Oh right. I'll explain the details to them later. - The blond man says, walking around the cabin to the table in the opposite corner, and he takes a pen and paper and begins to write down what you think of as a rough draft of the plan. - We will rob Valentine's bank then. - I thought that banks in small towns were not worth the risk. - Peggy commented with a slightly confused expression. - Ah, but we have a unique opportunity. - Steve remarked, bringing the doodle over to Peggy. - Howard Stark, big oil guy, is going to buy the Heartlands mines. The purchase money will be deposited in Valentine before being transferred to Saint Denis. I believe we will have about a few hours to rob the bank - Steve, are you sure this is a good idea? - Peggy assumed a worried posture. - We are short on snipers... - It's a great idea. - He interrupts, looking at Peggy seriously, but still maintaining a calm tone. - We need the money, Peggy. If this is planned correctly, we don't have to worry about the number of weapons. - I appreciate the confidence in my abilities, by the way. - You playfully push your shoulder lightly against Peggy, she smiles at you. - Of course I trust you, Y/N. - She answers, but her gaze is still worried. - We just need to be careful in this job. You spend the rest of the afternoon planning. It doesn't take long for Bucky to join you. He hands a deer carcass to Pietro, who carries it back to the supply hut. Steve repeats the plan, and you let your gaze drift quickly to Wanda, who smiles at you, and you feel something in your stomach drop. Blushing, you look away, turning your attention back to Steve. It is already night when you have finally finished working out the plan. Wanda and Pietro joined you at some point, and you had to mentally repeat to yourself to pay attention to Steve's words and not to the redheaded girl a few feet away. You didn't want your passion to cost your life or put everyone else in danger because you didn't absorb the plan correctly, but you were getting to this level of unfocused. You felt a light tug on your arm as you walked toward the fire, and found yourself smiling wryly as you faced Wanda already looking at you. - I got my first deer today. - She declared, looking up at you with bright eyes, a tone of pride and happiness in her voice. You raise your eyebrows in a pleased expression. - What? That's amazing, Wands. - You replied. - I told you that you would learn soon! I would have liked to have seen it. - We can hunt together. - She says, and you try not to show your nervousness at the thought of being alone with Wanda, but you don't disguise it very well, which makes Wanda confused, and she looks almost disappointed when she quickly adds - Pietro can come with us too. You blink a few times, believing her to be clarifying that she had no intention of spending time alone with you, and swallowing dryly, you nod in agreement. - Yes, yes. Sure, we should call him too. - You say taking a few steps back, hands in your pockets as you stare uncomfortably at the floor. Wanda bites her lower lip lightly, finding you extremely difficult to decipher. You spend a moment in silence, before she speaks again - We can go tomorrow afternoon if you have no business in town. You think about it for a moment, trying to remember if you had made any appointments, if any robbery opportunities had been signaled to you, but you can't think of anything. - No, it's fine. We can hunt tomorrow. - You say, trying not to be too embarrassed by the contented smile Wanda flashes at you. She was probably going to say it was marked, but Pietro interrupted the moment by extending a bowl of stew in front of her face. Wanda blinked a few times in confusion, but thanked her brother as soon as she grabbed the item. Pietro turned to you next, a relaxed posture as he took a sip of the beer he was holding. - What were you two talking about? - he asked, his tone curious. - It's rude to snoop, you know. - You teased, drawing a short laugh from Wanda, and Pietro rolled his eyes stubbornly, but smiled. - We're going hunting tomorrow. I'll show Y/N that I learned how to use the bow on some deer. - explained Wanda, looking at her brother. - Will you come with us? Pietro frowned, denying with his head. - Sorry, little sister. - He speaks seriously, but his eyes have a malice in them that you didn't know how to recognize. - I'd love to join you on your date, but I have an appointment. You and Wanda blush at the insinuation, but Pietro continues with a playful aura as he takes another sip of beer. Although embarrassed, you can't help but be happy to know that you would be spending some time alone with the girl. - Oh, all right. - Wanda says in what seems to be an attempt to sound disappointed, but her eyes sparkle slightly as she speaks. You don't notice, but Pietro smiles at the expression. - You're full of secrets lately. What kind of appointment? Pietro laughs, shrugging his shoulders. He walks toward you with a playful expression, and puts his arm around your shoulders, smiling at Wanda as he leans on you. - Your girlfriend taught me how to play poker and now I am famous, my presence is requested in Rhodes. I need to bet and win some money for this place. You choke slightly on the phrase and feel your face heat up, looking down at the floor. Wanda lets out a nervous laugh, and pushes her brother lightly, making him let go of you. - You mean lose money, don't you? - she teases. - Even Thor plays better than you, and he usually just flips the table. You laugh, risking a glance at Wanda, who has a reddened face and quickly exchanges a smile with you. Pietro rolls his eyes and walks past you, waving goodbye. Deciding that you should eat something, you nod to Wanda that you are going to the fire. She smiles and follows you silently

You didn't hunt very often. Although you were good at it, it was not your function in the camp. You were a gunslinger, and your jobs usually involved carriage robberies and trespassing, even the occasional robbery. You were always part of the team for the big scams. And then Wanda invited you to go deer hunting and you became an anxious mess. Stumbling out of your tent, you hurried to take a quick swim in the creek near the campground. It was important not to smell too strongly when you went out hunting, as the animals could more easily notice you. Coming out of the water with wet hair, you put on your clothes, leaving the suspenders hanging from your waist and a few buttons open on your shirt. You were feeling heated. You waited for Wanda at the campfire. She also bathed before meeting you, and she seemed slightly anxious when she found you. You smiled as you poured some coffee, and Wanda looked a little airy when she accepted the cup. You didn't understand why, but the sight of your relaxed appearance, your loose hair and your exposed collarbone was absolutely irresistible to her, making Wanda feel heated in places that were not appropriate. You joked that soon she would become the best hunter in the camp, and you were happy to make her smile. As you rode out of the camp, you smiled as you felt Wanda lightly tap her foot against yours, as you used to play with as children. Riding in silence for a few minutes, you enjoyed the gentle breeze until you came to a hunting spot. You descended from Knight slowly, stretching your body when you reached the ground. Wanda watched your shirt lift and reveal some skin, then she looked away quickly, her face red. You cast a curious look, thinking she was feeling heat. Grabbing your rifle stored on the horse, you watched Wanda take from Lily's saddle - her red sorrel - a longbow and some arrows. You walked in silence, heading for the shallow part of the creek beside you, where you could easily find deer. It was comfortable to be in Wanda's presence, even in silence. Neither of you had to say anything to know exactly what to do next, your body following her along the way as if you had done this many times before. One look and you knew when to wait, or when to be quiet. It didn't take long before you spotted the deer. There weren't many, and Wanda bent down in front of you to take aim. You watched her with admiration. She raised her bow, and you noticed the slight tremor in her hands and frowned. You came forward, also bent down, and stood beside her. - There's no need to be nervous, Wands. - You whispered softly. - It's just me. The trembling in their hands seemed to diminish, but it was still there. You moved closer, raising your hands to join Wanda's, helping her to keep a steady aim. - Take a deep breath. - You said against her ear, waiting for her to obey. - And then shoot. With her speech, Wanda let go. The arrow cut through the air with speed, hitting the animal straight in the head. A perfect shot. You smiled, and when you looked at Wanda, she was already looking at you. You were about to congratulate her on the shot, but Wanda hugged you by the neck, surprising you. You felt your face heat up and due to the shock, you didn't respond to the hug, your body seeming asleep for an instant. Wanda let you go quickly, her face flushed with apology. You were about to tell her it was okay, and maybe hug her back, then you heard an animalistic noise that attracted your full attention, a low growl that you knew all too well. Glad you had brought your rifle, you looked around, searching for the source of the noise. Wanda blinked curiously, but you didn't look at her again. Standing up, you held the rifle with both hands, your gaze roaming the surroundings. A moment later, the bushes a few feet away moved, and you watched the creature sneak through the undergrowth, only to run toward you the next second, preparing to jump. The sound of gunfire echoed for a few seconds after the shot. You let out the breath you were holding and watched the panther lying on the ground, just a few inches away from your feet. Wanda looked at you in shock, and you offered your hand to help her up. - Sorry for the scare. - You grumbled, walking towards the panther intent on retrieving the skin, which should be worth a few dozen dollars. - We always have to be careful not to become the prey during the hunt. - How did you hear it? - Wanda asked curiously. - Practice I guess. - You said, kneeling down beside the panther. - Every sound around us is important. - You explained - Pay attention now, for example. Besides my voice, what do you hear? Wanda seemed to think for a moment. - I can only hear water, I think. Maybe birds. - She confesses, you finish cutting the skin off the animal in front of you. - Oh, sorry. - You say quickly. - I forgot that I just drove all the animals away with the noise of the rifle. You laugh to yourself, and Wanda smiles at you tenderly. - Let's go after that deer. I'll teach you to hear the sounds another day. - You tell her as you stand up. Walking over to the dead deer, you observe Wanda kneeling beside the animal, drawing her own knife. - Bucky taught you how to skin? - you ask, watching the firm but still amateurish cut Wanda was giving the animal. - Yes, he told me to skin rabbits before he taught me to cut the deer during yesterday's hunt. - said the red-haired girl focused on the activity. You tried not to blush as you watched a drop of sweat trickle down your neck. - I learned to skin animals from him too. - You commented as you waited for Wanda to finish the task. - I was a little smaller, I think. - I guess it took long enough for us to learn how to hunt, didn't it? - Wanda joked, drawing a smile from you. It was true, hunting had been the last activity Steve and Bucky taught you. For some reason, teaching them to shoot was a higher priority than getting food from the wild. A moment later, Wanda finished, raising the deer leather in the air, showing off her work proudly. You laughed at her expression, signaling for her to step away from the animal. You handed her your rifle, and bent down, grabbing the carcass with both hands and throwing it over your shoulders to carry it to the horse. It was quite heavy, but you concentrated your breathing as Bucky had taught you, and managed to carry the animal to Wanda's sorrel. After placing the carcass on the back of the animal, you grunted when you saw the state of your shirt, completely covered in blood. - What's the matter? - Wanda asked curiously when she heard your sigh. - Pepper made me promise not to come covered in blood to the camp anymore. - You say, rolling up your sleeves. - She told me she would put me to sleep with the horses if I showed up like this again. Of course, she will probably just change my watch shifts, but it will still be a pain to hear the lecture. - You could have told me to carry the deer. - Wanda retorted, looking at you with a mixture of seriousness and guilt. You just smiled. - Don't be silly, I just need to clean up before I go back. - You said simply, and Wanda frowned in confusion. And then she choked in surprise, watching you pull your shirt over your head. You went around her body and towards the creek. It took Wanda a few seconds to snap out of her shock, then she turned her head toward the creek, her face flushed. You rubbed the fabric with your hands, watching the blood drip into the water. You put your shirt aside only to wet your own body, wiping any traces of blood from your skin. Completely oblivious to the shy mess Wanda had become as she watched you wash yourself. Finished cleaning yourself, you wrung out your shirt, getting as much water buildup out as possible. You put your clothes back on, feeling the damp fabric against your skin. Wanda stood in the same place you had left her, and you frowned when you saw her look quickly away from you, her face red. You suddenly felt very embarrassed, thinking that you must have crossed some boundary with her. Coughing awkwardly, you walked toward your own horse. You rode in silence back to the camp, you mentally going over the whole conversation trying to find what you had done wrong that made Wanda so quiet. You were surprised when you heard her singing softly. Smiling without looking at her, you slowed down the speed of Knight's gallop, trying to enjoy the moment to the fullest. Wanda continued to sing the whole way, and you tried to ignore the feeling of butterflies in your stomach

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yandere-sins · 3 years

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May I please request number 12. Bite Marks and number 14. Carving for Nagito Komaeda? thank you so much :)

Will do! Thank you for requesting ^-^ I will give you some submissive yandere and trickster darling today. Tomorrow? Who knows. I will say, I’d rate it mature, but nothing really happens.

Bite marks - “You.. love me right.. not them? Oh god please say you love me..!!”

Carving - “Please! You can use me all you like don’t leave me!”

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“I love you.”

The clanking of the food tray crashing to the ground was your smallest concern at that moment. You kept your eyes pinned to the ceiling, not acknowledging Nagito’s shock in favor of maintaining the surprise as nonchalant as possible. It wasn’t the time to give him satisfaction; it was merely time to make him fret a little.

“But Hajime... I’m not sure. I keep thinking about him. Wondering what he’s been up to since I left. Maybe that’s love too?”

The gulp he did was audible, as you mentioned his former friend. You had never tried before or even thought that it might affect Nagito to talk about your feelings, rather than the feelings you had towards him after he kidnapped and strapped you to a bed. His mouth opened and closed a few times as he wanted to say something, but aside from small croaks, nothing escaped from his vocals.

Ignoring the fallen tray, he walked back to your bed, standing beside you like the creep he was. Nagito staring down at you wasn’t a comfortable ordeal, and you never knew what he thought as he watched you quietly. Sadly, this had become too much of a norm to bother you anymore. Did he figure out you were pulling at his heartstrings with well-placed words and doubts? Would Nagito see through your lies?

Sinking to his knees, he leaned on the mattress, peering at you sharply. But him fidgeting gave away that he tried to play it cool while, really, he was just his usual self - a mess. Intrigued, needy, and most importantly, desperate for any acknowledgment from you.

“[Name], say it again,” he asked timidly, but he couldn’t hide the desire cracking in his voice.

“Do you think it’s possible? Loving two people?” you continued, undeterred by Nagito’s need.

Immediately, a hand snapped forward, moderating itself before it laid down on the cheek furthest away from him, pushing to have you turn your head. Finally, you looked at him. Immediately, you found the disgusting satisfaction he felt from receiving your gaze on him, plastered all over his face. “Say you love me again,” Nagito urged. You were disgusted by his touch, his thumb caressing your cheek so very affectionately, but you would take it if it helped fulfill your plan.

“But I’m not sure, maybe I love Hajime--”

“No, no, no!” he yelled suddenly. Before long, both hands were cupping your face in them while his legs climbed over you. “You said you love me! You love me! Me!” One moment, Nagito seemed pained by you speaking another man’s name, his hands shaking and eyes wildly searching for clues that would confirm him. But now that your mouth kept quiet, you saw a familiar yet strange sense of despair crawling into his expression.

“You.. love me, right... not him? Oh god, please say you love me!”

Nagito took a deep breath, and you knew that he’d begin to talk like a waterfall now, almost unstoppable. If you weren’t talking to him, he’d monologue as long as needed to calm himself and some more, getting himself off the desperation and desire he felt. But not this time, not when you wouldn’t let him.

“I love you,” you stated as a matter of fact. It wasn’t supposed to sound happy, nor outright like sarcasm, you had to declare it as if it was no big deal or Nagito would see through your charade.

“Ah,” he sighed, lips curling into a smile while his face flushed red. “You do love me,” he muttered, his expression gradually becoming more distorted from happiness. “You love me, too! Finally! I loved you all this time. Every second since we met, I loved you. I love you! You love me!”

Nothing you could have done against him leaning down, lifting your head as much as your restraints allowed, kissing you. He did it before, and as always, it was a sloppy, needy kiss, just this time, you moved your lips ever so slightly to reciprocating it. Spurred on by your actions, Nagito deepened it, moans shuddering over his lips while he kept demanding more and more. Disgusted, you gave it to him, let him have it. Waited for him to pull away first to take a breather.

He had closed his eyes for the kiss, but when he opened them again, you immediately caught them with yours. Panting against your lips, when he approached again, you denied him the kiss ever so slightly, causing him to whine softly. He had no reason to stop but perhaps, not wanting to be hated again, did it for him.

“Untie me,” you whispered seductively, pressing your lips to his briefly before pulling away, watching as he leaned in for more. “Let me love you, Nagito.”

There was so much fighting with himself, all of it showing in his expression. However, the part of him that didn’t think it was a good idea to free you slowly but surely lost to the one that wanted so desperately to be loved by you. Wholly and fully, and hopefully with remaining marks as to always remember.

This time when he leaned in for a kiss, you let him, pleased him by returning the affection. It was the test to see if you genuinely were devoted, some part of his mind careful of not being scammed by you. But with you two eagerly exchanging your breaths, his doubts melted away until he finally pulled his hands from your face to reach above you two, fiddling with the ropes around your wrists.

The tugs and pulls hurt, but it was nothing compared to the racing of your heart, the knowledge this was working. He really was freeing you. He really was doing it! You felt your hand collapse onto the bed the moment the rope stopped holding it in place. The wound was throbbing, but you only strained your neck to kiss him more, packed with excitement and urging him on. His hesitation before untying the second rope disappeared, and he began to loosen it even quicker.

“[Name]... [Name]!” he kept calling out to you as if you’d disappear if he didn’t speak up. You soothed his anxiety with your presence, allowing your bodies to warm each other, used all your strength to move your arm at least forward again. Nagito sunk into your palm even though you couldn’t use it properly.

Like a child into the affection of a parent, he was so damn naive.

It was just a matter of time now. You did it carefully, using him and his desire to be touched and caressed by you to train your hands, do what had to be done. Even if it meant you had Nagito rub all over you, impatiently waiting for more of your love and affection, you knew it would at least keep him unaware and well-disposed to the biggest part of your plan.

Finally, you managed to use your arms again. They still hurt and strained upon moving, but you took that in exchange for your freedom. Hugging Nagito, you fogged his mind with another deep kiss, pressing your body against him until he caved away, the position changing quickly. Now on top of him, you giggled and played along, pushing his arms back over his head and driving your hands over them promisingly.

“Let me tie you up, alright? I want to be the one giving you all the love. You don’t need to do even a single thing.”

Nagito froze, having the same kind of fight with himself that he had before untying you, but you simply cozied up to him, kissed from his temples to his chin. “Pretty please? Let me make it up to you and show you my love,” you purred, feeling absolutely disgusted by the pleading implications in your words. But whatever needed to be done, you were willing to do.

“O-Okay,” he finally agreed, shivering lightly while you grinned. “You’re such a good boy,” you praised him as you slowly but surely wrapped the rope around his wrists. “I love you, [Name],” he whimpered, trying to hide the pain he felt as you pulled the ropes skin-tight. “I know,” you pressed out from between your teeth. “I fucking know.”

Leaning back after securing the triple knot, you let your head fall into your neck, looking up at the ceiling one last time. You had seen it so much the last few days, counted all the holes in it and spiders crawling over it. But no longer. And you didn’t care if Nagito would have to rot down here for all eternity either. “What a shit hole,” you complained, inelegantly climbing off him and onto your feet.

Immediately dizziness hit you as you stood straight up again, but this would be the last thing stopping you now. Your legs seemed to have trouble keeping you on top of them, but holding on to chairs standing around and the walls did the trick, leading you towards the door. “[Name]? Where are you going?” Nagito called after you. “Hey! Don’t leave me--”

“Shut up, Nagito. It’s over,” you hissed back over your shoulder. “I am getting out of here! I am not staying even one second longer!”

“No... wait!”

The cold, iron door felt heavenly against your irritated skin. It felt like happiness and freedom, and you were so thankful for reaching it after everything you went through. By now, Nagito couldn’t see you anymore, but you heard him frantically tearing on the ropes. Luckily, they were solid and reliable, even after all the strain you had applied to them.

“Please! You can use me all you like, but don’t leave me!” Nagito screamed after you, and you could hear his voice cracking. He must have been crying, but you were the last one to feel pity for him. Instead, you pushed down the door handle, not wanting to spend one more second in this depressing room. You were so close, only one step away from it.

But the door didn’t open.

Rattling it, you kept pushing and pulling at it, growing more and more frustrated every time it didn’t move. You knew it could open. You had heard it work for Nagito more than once!

Nagito.

Glaring back, it was quiet in the room. He should have been bawling his eyes out by now, screamed, and begged. And yet, nothing echoed around you; only the small sounds of a chuckle reached your ears.

Furious, you stomped back to him, pushing aside everything that was in the way. “Where’s the key!” you screamed, repeating the question with every step. “Where’s the fucking key!”

When you reached him, all that remained on his face was something akin to a pitying smile, eyes that were no less condescending than yours were. “Oh, Darling,” he muttered. “There never was a key. We are in a bunker, underground, buried. The only way to get out of here now...”

Nagito paused, taking a deep breath, his smile only growing while you felt your heart drop and your last nerves popping. “Ah, beautiful,” he whispered, looking at you, knowing one thing for sure.

“How do I get out,” you asked him, trying to remain calm.

“It’s despairing, isn’t it?” Nagito replied undeterred, playing your very own game.

It was.

“You’re feeling absolute despair, now that you realize you are stuck here with me. And if I die, you won’t ever find out how to leave. Isn’t it truly beautiful? I am so lucky to be stuck with you now; even dying from your negligence won’t bother me, you know?”

“How. Do I. Get out,” you repeated your question, your voice shivering from anger.

“Ah, maybe I will remember,” he teased you. “But only if you give me the love you promised me. Pretty please? I know I am insatiable, but if you really want to know...”

Feeling your whole world crumble to ashes around you, you knew he would never tell you. If it even was true that you weren’t just in a storage depot or bunker- and you’d make sure by destroying this whole place in search of a key - you needed him to guide you to get out from the underground he described. Needed to do what he wanted you. Needed to love him.

And you wondered if right from the beginning, he had known what you planned to do and decided to play the puppet caught in your strings.

Little had you expected Nagito to be the puppeteer all along.

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bigballofstress · 3 years

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Pickpocket Part 3(Avengers x Child!Reader)

Description: You have been allowed to stay in the Avengers Tower, but your trials aren’t quite over yet. You still have one major hurdle you’re going to have to get over if you want to make this thing permanent.

To @sweetpeaflower01 and to anyone else who wanted to be tagged in this, I’m sorry I don’t have your usernames! It’s been a while since I’ve been on here!

A few weeks later, I woke up to the sun shining on my face through a nearby window.

“Good morning to you, too, kid.” I turned to see Tony, still lying in the bed beside me with his hand placed gently over mine. He had spent every night since I’d arrived in there with me except for one, which had immediately resulted in a nightmare, with my screams waking up the entire tower. “You think you’re ok to get up? We’ve got someone who wants to meet you.”

Immediately, my entire body tensed, and I could feel myself pale. My vision went blurry, my heart hammering frantically in my chest. “Hey, hey, it’s ok, kid, I’ve got you. Nothing’s gonna happen to you, I promise,” Tony spoke gently, his tone even as though he was attempting to sooth a wild animal. I nodded slowly, doing my best to calm my heart. He had promised me. He promised they wouldn’t send me back. I’m not sure why, but I trusted Tony.

Tony helped me to my feet, but my knees were shaking too much. Slowly, he scooped me up into his arms, careful not to move to quickly and frighten me, and wrapped his arms around my back. His arms were still so warm.

“Ah, miss (Y/N), I presume.” I lifted my head from Tony’s shoulder to see the rest of the Avengers surrounding a large African American man in a black trench coat with a patch over his eye that was grinning back at me. My heart almost stopped as I stared back at him, fear clawing mercilessly at my chest. He reminded me of Nat in how he regarded me with nothing more than cold, merciless calculations; except, unlike Nat, he didn’t have that small spark of empathy. Instead, there was excitement -- greed almost. I made my decision then and there. I didn’t like this man.

“I’ve got a question for you, kid. How exactly did someone like you manage to steal from four of Earth’s mightiest heroes?” he asked, glancing me up and down.

I didn’t want to answer. I didn’t want anything to do with this man.

“It’s ok, just answer the question,” Tony nodded reassuringly. I could feel his worried eyes on me, trying to grab my attention, but I refused to take my eyes off of the newcomer for a single second. Still, I didn’t want to go against Tony.

“I have small hands,” I said slowly. “And I know how to read people.”

“What do you mean read people?” Steve asked. “What does any of that have to do with stealing a wallet?”

“It has everything to do with stealing a wallet,” I responded monotonously, still stubbornly refusing to drop my gaze from the man. “Reading people helps you pick a mark -- someone with their guard down who isn’t expecting to actually be targeted. More than that, though, reading people is what actually lets me get away. With Steve, I was sweet and innocent, but with Tony, I was sarcastic but pitiable. If I had been the opposite, Steve would have been more annoyed and therefore more aware of what I was doing, and Tony would have been less distracted.”

“You figured all of that out by talking to them for a few seconds?” Nat asked, taking a small step forward as she surveyed my curiously. I nodded silently.

“Show me,” the man said. Finally, I tore my eyes away from him to glance at Tony for confirmation. He nodded back, gently setting me down. I grabbed his hand instead.

“Who do you want me to mark?” I asked softly.

“Try Natasha,” he smirked, crossing his arms. I glanced over at the redheaded woman and frowned. “Something wrong?” he asked.

“I would never mark her,” I responded, glaring up in annoyance at the confidence in his tone. “She is guarded and always in a stance to protect her vital points. Someone like that is too aware of their surroundings not to notice a pickpocket.”

“Do your best anyways,” he smirked.

I grit my teeth in frustration and turned to Nat. As I looked over at her, an idea slowly began to form. I smirked inwardly. It was perfect for dealing with this man. Sunglasses, a phone, a watch, a ring, a swiss army knife, and a custom pen. If I did everything perfectly, not to mention getting a bit lucky, I might be able to grab everything.

I squeezed Tony’s hand to draw his attention to it as I pressed my body into his slightly so that I could grab his sunglasses, which were hooked onto his pocket. “Fine,” I growled. “But don’t blame me when it doesn’t work. Now move out of the way.” I grabbed him by the sleeve and pulled him backwards, using that split second to simultaneously put Tony’s glasses on my head and slip my hand into the man’s opposite pocket and pull out his phone, flicking it upwards into the overly-large sleeve. I took a deep breath and approached Nat, tucking my hands, and the phone with them, into my pockets. I flicked my eyes carefully over her, looking for any loose item that I could grab. Finally, I noticed that I could just barely see the edge of a few dollar bills in her back pocket. It wouldn’t be easy, and I would have to stay in front of her the entire time to avoid her suspicion, but it wasn’t impossible.

“Excuse me, miss?” I asked softly, glancing up at her with wide eyes.

“Yeah?” She responded, lifting a brow.

“I-I was wondering if you had any food,” I croaked, allowing my body to shrink in on itself so it would look even smaller.

“Sorry, kid, I don’t have any on me,” she shook her head slightly, furrowing her brows.

“Ok, I understand, thank you,” I muttered softly. “I’m sorry to bother you. My mommy says bothering grown-ups is bad. I-I don’t have the belt with me. But I’m sure I can find a stick,” I offered quickly, as if to try and placate her. I stumbled to the side a bit, pretending to look for a stick. I forced my toes to catch on my other shoe, falling right in front of Steve’s feet. “I-I’m so sorry, sir,” I winced, making sure not to meet his eyes. I took his outstretched hand and pulled myself up, wrapping one hand around his wrist, where I slipped off his watch. “T-thank you so m-much,” I gushed, my voice shaking ever so slightly as I brushed the nonexistent dirt from his shirt. Quickly, I put his watch onto my own wrist while his attention was focused on his shirt.

Nat frowned slightly at this. “Your mommy, did she hurt you?” she brought my attention back to her, studying my face carefully.

I glanced back at her, before quickly looking back down to avoid eye contact. I knew what I had to do -- that I had to tell the truth if I had any hope of doing this. So, I forced myself to remember the face of my old caretaker. “O-only if I’ve been really bad,” I shook my head slightly. “A-and only if she’s at home.” My voice had gone hoarse, tears building up in the backs of my eyes. It was easy to cry when I thought about that terrible woman.

“How often is she not at home?” Nat asked.

“N-not that o-often,” I shook my head again. “I-I think she just f-forgets sometimes. She’ll come home soon, though. She’s almost never gone for more than two weeks,” I smiled up at her softly, wrapping my arms around my torso to accentuate how small my waist was as well as provide a sense of insecurity and fear.

Nat frowned slightly, falling silent for a moment. Finally, she looked up at the man and said, “Alright, I believe her. I’d probably go take her to get some food then call the cops. I’d imagine you’d be long gone before they arrive?” She added with a slight chuckle.

“Really?” I asked, my face lighting up in a wide smile. “Thank you!” I gasped, wrapping my arms around her torso. She immediately tensed, and I took the opportunity to grab the few bills, tucking them into my opposite sleeve. “U-um, sorry,” I stuttered and quickly released her, my face growing red. I stumbled backwards and straight into the arms of Thor. I grabbed his hand in my own as though in an effort to keep my balance as he righted me gently. I thanked him softly and slipped my hand out of his grip, taking the beautiful golden ring from his finger in the process.

“How would you escape, though?” Nat asked. “I wouldn’t think you’d want to go to the police.”

“O-oh, well, it’s not too hard,” I smiled slightly. “I just need to lose you in the crowd. I would probably do something like this.” I walked forward, and slipped between Clint and Bruce, using both hands to grab the swiss army knife from Clint’s pocket and a gorgeous custom pen that was clipped to Bruce’s. “Then, once I’m out of your sight, I’d start running-”

“It was a good scam, kid,” the man cut in. “But I thought I asked you to pickpocket her.”

I whipped back around to face him, suddenly feeling vulnerable again with all of the adults surrounding me. “You’re right, I’m sorry; you asked me to pickpocket only her,” I hissed, my teeth grinding together. “But I thought you wanted me to show you what I could do.”

“And what exactly is that supposed to mean?” he frowned, narrowing his eyes.

“As long as I’m not seen as a threat, I can steal from anyone,” I said, walking up to Tony and handing back his sunglasses. “And I would do anything to keep myself from being seen as a threat.” I took the watch off my wrist and handed it back to Steve. “Everyone has something that brings their guard down.” I pulled the ring from my finger and handed it back to Thor. “And whether they acknowledge it or not, they all want to see the good in people,” I pulled the swiss army knife and custom pen from my pockets, handing them back to Clint and Bruce. “They all want to see me as some innocent little kid,” I returned Nat’s money to her. “Even you,” I held out the man’s phone, staring up at him in defiance.

Every one of them stared at me in pure, unadulterated shock. All of them, that is, except for Tony, who grinned and welcomed me back into his side, wrapping a strong arm around my shoulders. Finally, the man chuckled a bit and snatched his phone back from me. “Not bad, miss (Y/N), not bad at all. Natasha, from now on, you’re training her to be a new agent.”

My eyes widened, and I frowned, subconsciously shrinking further into Tony’s side. He squeezed my shoulder gently.

“Hey, Thor, why don’t you take (Y/N) for some poptarts. She hasn’t had breakfast yet,” Tony said with a small smile.

“I’m not hungry,” I frowned.

“Just go with him for now, ok, kid? Don’t worry, I’ll take care of this.” I blinked up at Tony and frowned before nodding slowly, allowing the large blonde god to take my hand and lead me out of the room, away from the rest of the adults.

As soon as the door closed, I turned to the god with wide, pleading eyes. “Mr. Thor, could you pretty please toast the poptarts for me?” I asked sweetly, gazing up at him.

“Of course, young lady (Y/N),” Thor grinned and ruffled my hair, moving towards the cabinets. As soon as his back was turned, I pressed my ear to the door, concentrating on trying to hear what was going on in there.

“Did you really think I’d let you make her an agent?” I heard Tony snap.

“I didn’t think you had a choice,” the man from earlier responded casually. “The girl’s got a gift, Stark. She could help us.”

“She’s just a kid! I brought you here to give you a heads up that she’d be staying with us, not to give you a potential recruit.”

“Look, it’s very simple, Stark. Either you allow her to start training, or I deem her a threat to the team. I will inform the police of the location of a criminal and unsupervised child.”

“So what?! I’ll just adopt her!”

“Adoption takes a long time, Tony, especially for someone with a criminal record and a history of alcohol abuse. Do you really want to send her back to an orphanage while you go through all of that, if you’re even granted custody at all?”

Oh, god. This couldn’t be happening. I couldn’t be going back. He promised me I wouldn’t go back! I stumbled backwards, barely making it a few steps before my knees gave out and I was sent crashing to the ground.

“Lady (Y/N)!” Thor shouted, rushing over, but I could barely hear him over the deafening sound of my heartbeat and the blood rushing through my ears. I could feel the tears streaming down my face and the burning in my chest from my hyperventilating breaths. I curled up tightly, my muscles shaking from how tense they were. I couldn’t go back there -- I wouldn’t! Tony promised me I would never go back again!

“(Y/N)?” The familiar voice cut through the haze. Immediately, I reached out and clawed at the air, trying to find him, but with blur of tears in my eyes, I couldn’t see him anywhere. Suddenly, my head was resting against a chest, a pair of arms holding me tight and close. “It’s ok, just breath with me. Focus on me, ok? In and out.” I forced myself to breath in with him, struggling to slow it down like he said. Slowly but surely, my breathing evened out, until finally, it had returned to normal.

As the panic slowly faded away, I could feel the energy drain from my body, and I nestled further into Tony’s embrace. He stroked my back gently, murmuring comforting words into my ear.

“Tony?” I didn’t even open my eyes as I whispered softly, my voice still thick and shaking. My hands gripped his shirt tightly, afraid that if I let go for more than a second, he would disappear. “Do I have to go back?”

“Never,” Tony answered immediately, his voice firm. “I’m not letting you go anywhere.”

“Ok,” I whispered back, relaxing slightly. Tony pulled me even closer, and I let out a soft sigh, my muscles slowly relaxing. My hands released the shirt’s material, falling numbly into my lap.

Just before my exhausted body quickly slipped back into unconsciousness, I was barely able to make out a few words from Tony. “Fine. You win.”

“She’ll start training tomorrow.”

- - -

That was about four years ago. Since that day, Natasha had been training me constantly in different fighting techniques, target practice, the works. Of course, the lying and deception I’d already had down pat. Originally the plan was for me to be homeschooled, but Tony had thrown an absolute fit when he’d heard that, and considering I wasn’t exactly lacking in the mental department, we settled on just a bit of extra tutoring from Bruce every day after school.

Fury’s interest in me never went away. Because I had been so malnourished as a kid, I ended up being way too small for my age. To Fury’s absolute delight, this meant that I was more than capable of squeezing through the smallest of spaces. In other words, thanks to my size, training, and natural intelligence I was absolutely perfect for covert missions focusing on gathering information.

Tony had been absolutely furious when I’d been called on for my first mission. He’d screamed at Fury nonstop for three days until, finally, he was assured both that Nat would be with me the entire time and that he would be allowed to have a direct connection to my earpiece. He couldn’t decide whether he was thankful or disappointed that my first mission went perfectly. Of course he was happy I came back completely unharmed, but his fear that I would be forced into more and more missions due to my overwhelming success was only proven right at every turn. Still, he was always in my ear, talking me through the every single mission I ever went on.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that I wasn’t exactly a normal teenager. Still, that being said, I don’t think I would want it any other way.

Except maybe for the Fury part. Nothing would make me happier than seeing that man get what’s coming to him. But I could worry about that later. For now, I’d just spend my time grateful that I was blessed with the best dad in the world.

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streetlight11 · 3 years

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Birthday Gift

Summary: If you told your younger self 4 years ago that you would be in a happy, long distance relationship with someone who lives miles away from you up till today, your younger self would have laughed at you. But here you are, 4 years later, happy and totally in love with the boy you met online after he randomly followed you on social media. But you've never once met him in person. On your 24th birthday, you were getting a birthday gift that you never thought you would receive so soon.

Theme: long distance relationship au, strangers to lovers

Genre: super fluffy

WC: 2k

Pairing: Bae Jacob x Fem!Reader

a/n: Hello! This has been in my drafts for quite a bit so here it is. This fic is too too fluffy, even for me who wrote this. Cobie is such a sweetheart, I can't-... Anyways, I hope you like this as much as I enjoy writing it! :)

Being in a long distance relationship is difficult as it needs to have a huge amount of trust, understanding, discipline and a lot of reassurance. However, despite all the fights you may have due to miscommunications and most of the time just lack of physical affection, you still cherish and love your boyfriend very much. You met your boyfriend online as he added you on social media a few years back. You clicked on his profile only to see that he lived in South Korea.

He looks to be a professional dancer and also a full time student in one of the colleges there. Not to mention, super good looking too. However, you weren’t really expecting anything at that point of time only because you don’t really believe in long distance relationships. You’ve always thought it might be hard and that it will never last.

So you just accepted his request and followed him back. The next day, you were in class when you got a DM from someone. And since you rarely got a DM from any guys, you were surprised to see his username pop up.

You clicked the message after about 10 minutes or so to see what he texted you, thinking he was just another weirdo who wants to scam you.

His message said;

“Hello! I saw your account and I really love your content. I’m sorry if this is too weird. I understand if you don’t wish to reply.”

With that, you couldn’t help but stifle a laugh as you didn’t know why but you began to type your reply, “Haha thank you! That’s so nice of you to say that.” You hit the send button and a few minutes later, he replied. That’s when you began to chat with him for quite a while before he asked.

“I’m so sorry, where have my manners gone? I’m Bae Joon Young but you can just call me Jacob. And you are?”

You replied to him with a smile as your fingers tapped against your smartphone, “I’m Y/F/N but you can call me Y/N.”

Ever since then, you have been chatting with him over DMs for quite a while, just to see if you can sort of trust and be comfortable with him or not. It took you almost 5 months to finally add him in your kakao talk.

Both of you have already done both voice and video call which means you already knew how each other looked and you seemed to have grown your trust in him. Jacob seemed like a genuine guy as you found out that he was your age internationally. Months became years and both of you have already introduced your partners to your parents.

However, at first, your parents weren’t too sure about this whole long distance relationship thing. But they didn’t want to disappoint you so instead of asking you to break up and find a local guy, they let you carry on with this relationship if you believe that it would work. Surprisingly, it took your parents less than a month to get warm with Jacob as they finally got comfortable every time he video calls you.

It has been 4 years since you two agreed to pursue this long distance relationship as it marks your 4th anniversary today. You were just lounging in your room when Jacob decided to skype call you through his desktop.

You accepted the call as he smiled adorably into the camera and waved to you, making you giggle as you waved back. “Happy anniversary baby.” Jacob said.

“Happy anniversary my love. Where are you?” You asked.

“I’m in my dorm. Younghoon’s out with our friends.”

“Why aren’t you with them?” You pout.

“I wanted to celebrate our anniversary.”

“Baby, you didn’t have to, you could have called me after.”

“Don’t you want to see me?” He asked sadly.

“Of course I do. It’s just… I feel like I might be the reason why you may not hang out with your friends as often as you do.”

“Baby, listen to me. I’m so lucky to have you as my girlfriend, dang am I lucky to have you reply to my message 4 years ago. I never thought that we could actually last this long but hey, look at us now.” You smiled as you looked down at your hands, only to look back up and see him pout.

“I love you so much, you know that right? And I can never ask for someone to replace you.” He said, making you sigh.

“What did I ever do to deserve you?�� You asked softly, making him chuckle.

“How I wish I could enter my computer screen and just hug you and kiss you.” He whispered, making you smile sadly, knowing that could never happen, or at least it wouldn’t happen any time soon. You continue talking to him until you fall asleep, making him chuckle softly at your figure. Looking at you through his monitor screen endearingly.

“Goodnight my sweetheart.” He said those last words softly before he ended the call.

Days slowly became weeks and it was the same routine again and again but neither of you were getting bored or tired from it. He would always reassure you that he still loves you and that he would never hurt your feelings in any possible way. It was your birthday that day and your parents had booked a restaurant for you to celebrate and have your birthday dinner with your family, like how it has always been for the past few years.

It would be you, both your parents, your elder sister and her husband along with your 5 years old niece.

You chose to wear a white floral blouse with a pair of denim jeans as you paired it with your heeled sandals. You were in the car with your parents, on your way to the restaurant when Jacob voice called you.

“Hello?” He said.

“Hi Love.”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m heading to a restaurant with my family for my birthday dinner. What about you?”

“Oh wow. Where to, this time? I’m just out with the boys.”

“I honestly don’t know. They didn’t tell me.” You laughed as your mother then smiled and spoke up from the front passenger seat.

“Hello dear. How are you sweetie?”

With that, you scooted to the centre of the back seat and put your call on speaker mode. Just then, you heard Jacob respond. “Hello Ma’am, I’m doing well. I wish I could be there to celebrate with all of you.” Jacob said, making you smile sadly as your parents let out a soft chuckle.

“It’s okay son, one of these days, you’ll get to meet our daughter and us.” Your dad said as you could already hear a smile etching on Jacob’s lips.

“Yes sir. I hope so.” Your boyfriend said before you giggled as you turned the speaker mode back off before bringing your phone to your ears. “Hmm, babe I think we’re here. I’ll call you again after dinner okay?” You said into the line.

“It’s okay baby. Don’t worry. Have fun tonight. I love you.”

“I love you too…” You paused for a moment as he waited for you to continue.

“I miss you Jacob.” You couldn’t help but whisper as a tear rolled down your cheek, making him frown.

“Baby please don’t cry. Promise me you won’t cry.” He said, making you nod as you sniffled your cries.

“I’ll try.” You said as you then bid him goodbye before ending the call.

Your sister had already arrived as you and your parents went to the front entrance where a waiter was waiting. Your dad told him that they’ve already made a reservation under your dad’s name as the waiter checked his list and soon smiled at the three of you. “Right this way.” The waiter said as he soon guided you towards the back of the restaurant where there were private rooms with opaque curtains to block the view of those sitting inside.

You were walking last as you texted your boyfriend in the process.

Once you were at the booth, your dad asked you to enter first, in which you got confused but nonetheless did as you were told. However, the minute you pushed the curtains open, your eyes immediately landed on the one person sitting at the very end of the table nearest to the entrance.

You felt your whole body freeze as you couldn’t find the right words. He was there, right in front of you, in one piece. It was him. It was your boyfriend. He was really there physically. You couldn’t believe this.

“Wha- I- When… Omg… Omg…” You whispered as everyone laughed, only for Jacob to chuckle as he got up, making you feel so flustered.

“Happy Birthday my love.” He said, as he walked up to you but you were still frozen in shock.

“Surprise!” Your family said in unison happily.

You locked eyes with Jacob as he engulfed you in a hug. That’s when you began to bawl your eyes out against his shoulder as you could finally feel his arms around your body, holding you tight as though he was afraid of losing you. Jacob laughed softly as he let you cry into his shoulder, while he gently rubs soothing circles in your back to calm you down.

You had your arms wrapped around his waist securely, afraid that if you let go, he would disappear. “Shh, don’t cry baby. Don’t cry.” He whispered in your ear, only for you to cry harder. He laughed even more as your mother and sister were already tearing up at the side.

You pull away from him as he gently wipes your tears with his thumbs. “You’re here… You’re actually here…” You whispered, your breath shaky as he nodded, cupping your face softly in his hands. “Yes love. I’m here. I’m really here.” Jacob said, making you pout. Still unable to believe this was real.

Jacob smiled widely as he pulled you into a hug again, only for you to bury your face in his chest, feeling him draw lazy patterns into your waist. After nearly 30 minutes of you holding onto him and being in your own little bubble, the 7 of you finally settled down to celebrate your birthday dinner. After dinner was over, your parents offered Jacob to stay over at your family home for the next two weeks that he is staying here in your country before he flies back to Korea.

Jacob thanked your parents for letting him stay over as you couldn’t stop holding his hand. The way his hands fit in yours so perfectly as he showered you with so much love and warmth, just like how he did through all the video calls and texts.

That night when everyone had gone home, your parents knew that you probably wanted to spend time with him so they let him sleep in your room.

After both of you had already changed and were getting ready for bed, he pulled you onto his side as you rested your head on his chest. Jacob hugs you close as you tighten your grasp on his shirt. “What’s wrong?” He asked as he glanced down a little.

“I’m just so happy you’re here. I still need time to process this information.” You confessed.

Jacob chuckled softly as he whispered, “I’m really happy to be able to finally see you in person. This means so much to me.”

“Me too.”

Just then, the room fell quiet as you just looked into each other’s eyes, seeing the sparkles coating both your pupils as he gently caressed your cheek. Right at that moment, Jacob seemed to read your mind as he gently pulled you up a little. Without much words, Jacob decides to ask the one question that both of you had in mind.

“Can I kiss you?”

With that, you smiled shyly as you nodded. Jacob smiles in victory as he leans down softly to finally feel your soft lips on his and it has never felt so magical. Both of you took in this new feeling as he kissed you sweetly.

You spent the next two weeks with him, just making the most of your time. A month after he went back to Korea, it was your turn to give him a surprise visit as you managed to book a flight to Korea, asking for Jacob’s help to fetch you at the airport and bring you over to his apartment.

You stayed with Jacob for two days before surprising Jacob for his birthday party. Jacob did such a good job at taking care of you and making sure that you weren’t lost in Korea.

Despite the long distance, it definitely made you two grow stronger and gain even more trust in one another. It was a blessing in disguise that you accepted his request 4 years ago.

And you regretted none of it.

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fuckthisshitimin · 3 years

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Pick Me Up

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Her fingers tap rhythmically on the counter, and she exhales smoke from her nose. She wants to play. But she put on fake nails just this morning, and she doesn’t want to take them off just yet. She wants to get out and show them off a bit first.

The voice at the other end of the line grumbles, and her fingers tap harder.

“Look, it’s not rocket science, I played three weeks ago, where the hell is my contract?”

She hates doing this. Papers and papers and more papers.

“We should have mailed it to you about a week ago.”

“Well you obviously haven’t. Just make another copy, I’ll come and grab it in person. And if I’m not paid by the first day of next month, I’ll call again.”

She’s glad she at least took a picture of the contract when she signed it. Most people don’t even try to scam her. This field of work is filled to the brim with people as disorganized as she is, and the laws about performance contracts are hard enough to understand.

“I… guess we can do that.”

She has no idea how the person she’s talking to ended up working in PR, but they’re hardly reactive. She stretches her fingers. Paces a bit in her appartement, checks the calendar on the toilet door. If she’s not paid before rent day, she’s screwed. Last week of the month is always the worst. Plus, she only has one gig this weekend, so that means no free drinks on any other night.

“Good. I’ll come by Monday.”

She grabs a pen to mark it on her calendar. She’ll have to put an alarm on her phone, too.

“See you Monday, then.”

“Did you mark the date?” She waits a sec, and she can hear paper moving. She rolls her eyes. Her phone vibrates in her hand, and she takes it away from her ear. She doesn’t know that number. “I’ll be here Monday. Now I have to take another call, bye.”

She takes a sharp breath before pressing the answering button, putting the phone back on her ear.

“Hey, Rainstorm.”

There’s a bit of a silence, and her fingers stop moving all together, waiting.

“How did you know it was me?”

She resumes pacing, her fingers start fidgeting again. “I didn’t. I greeted like ten confused telemarketers like that.” They laugh. Score. “So, you better now?”

“I am. Thank you. How are you?”

She stumbles over a pair of heels abandoned on the floor, and looks around. She’s feeling fidgety, a bit restless. Her toes curl and uncurl. “Hang on, I put you on speakers.” She puts the phone on the counter, helping herself for a new cup of coffee. She needs to keep her hands busy. “I’m fine, I guess? Just end-of-the-month bullshit. Since you had your concert, you’re done with school, right?”

“College doesn’t end before mid-july. Well, I don’t have any more classes, it’s just exams. So… I won’t have a lot of free time, studying, you know.”

Oh. She shrugs. “I really don’t. Dropped out of high-school.” She can hear them breath, but she doesn’t know how to interpret their silence. It’d be easier if she could see their face. “So… you just called me for that? Like, you’re busy until the end of our exams? And then, I’m guessing, you’re out of town?”

“Kind of? But, I mean, I’ll still have a little time? And I thought you’d have my number, too, that way.”

“Took you a full week to call to say that?”

She’s playful. She hopes they can hear it, the way she smirks. She’s glad, though, that they can’t see her struggling to close her dress. Well, if they were here, they could help her with that.

“I’m… not so comfortable over the phone. It’s not… it’s not you, I just… don’t really like calling? No offense.”

“None taken.” She sighs in relief when the zip is finally totally up her back, and she adjusts the bottom of her dress on her thighs, looking around to find out what shoes she wants to wear. Stilettos, or rangers, or boots, other boots, sandals… Doesn’t she have a pair of red shoes somewhere? “You could have sent a text. I wouldn’t have taken that personally.”

“But I wanted to hear your voice.”

Their voice doesn’t stutter so much when they say that, and she stops to smile. Well that’s awfully cute. “Did you now?”

“Yeah. And, um, my exams don’t start until Monday. I thought, maybe you were free Saturday?”

She checks her calendar again, but she already knows. She grimaces. “I’m playing. You can come if you want to but I have a late set, you won’t be home before three in the morning.”

“Oh. Oh. …I see.”

She closes her eyes. This time, she can easily picture their disappointed expression, maybe a pout on their lips. She ties her hair, checks her make-up. “How about right now?” She spots a pair of red boots just beneath the toilet seat. Oh, now she remembers. She wore them yesterday, and she rushed to the bathroom to pee. She took her shoes off then.

“R-right, right now?”

“Well, not exactly right now, I have a casting, but in maybe an hour? An hour and a half?” She grabs them, putting them near the door as she sits on the floor to put on a pair of socks.

“A casting? You’re acting?”

“No, nothing like that, I do extras. We basically just sit around all day and wait to be called on set. I have no clue why they need to cast us for that, but, eh, I’m not gonna spit on easy money. So, you free?”

“I’m, uh, I j-just have to… yeah, I mean, I can, but I didn’t… Sure.”

She squints, and she walks back to the phone. Like being closer to the phone would somehow help her figure out their expression. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah. A bit… stressed, I guess?”

“Did something happen?” Maybe they don’t want to tell her that. Fuck, they actually made it clear that they weren’t to have that sort of interaction. But if they’re stressed, she can help. She’s a good relief, she thinks. Maybe she’ll have to take her fake nails off, in the end.

“Nothing special.” Yeah, she guessed. It’s okay. They don’t have to tell her. She nods, and upon remembering they can’t hear her, hums.

“Mkay. I’ll send you the address, then?”

“… Yeah. We can do that. Cool.”

She bites her lips. And sighs. That’s not her business. “Cool. Just, text me if you change your mind.”

She doesn’t think she’d like it, if they disappeared on her again. Well, at least now she has a number she can call. And she can save it and not have to answer to a shitton of telemarketers anymore.

“I’ll do that. Well I won’t. Because I won’t change my mind. But if I did, which I won’t, I would.”

She lets out a breathy laugh. “Whatever you say.” She doesn’t know if her voice can carry every thing she doesn’t say. But when they hang up, she has that tingling in her chest, the distinct impression that she heard them smile.

Fuck that, she’s running late.

Sun. Too much sun. She puts on her sunglasses as soon as she exits the building, raising her hand to shadow her phone. No new messages, and she sent the right address, so that should be a good sign. She looks at the door she came out of, checking that the number plate is visible.

Once again, she doesn’t find them. They find her, and they’re walking fast.

“Hey! How’d it go?”

“Fucking nailed it. But what’s new?”

They look more comfortable than they sounded earlier, and maybe it was just the phone, maybe it was just in her head. Their smile is as bright as ever, she might need darker sunglasses if she expects to come out of this safe and sound. “You sure look the part.”

They stand at a safe distance, and she doesn’t know how to greet them. She wonders if taking their hand would be okay. Probably not. Plus, it would be awkward, for she’d have to break away within minutes to roll her cigarette. So, just standing it is. “And what part would that be?”

They examine her, a finger on their chin to emphasize the focused face they’re making. She knows what she looks like. Well, she thinks she does. She checked the mirror like, three times before coming out.

“The One That Got Away.” She ponders it. She guesses that’s something she can put off, yeah. The fleeting girl, a somewhat angsty trope. “Am I close?”

“Nope. Told you I’m just an extra. I’m Street Crowd Girl 15. Do you have a dog?”

“What?”

“They’re looking for extras with dogs. There’s a scene at a dog park, I think? I didn’t really listen, these people talk a lot but they don’t say much.”

They laugh, and hold a hand out to her. Oh no, she hasn’t rolled her cigarette yet. She stares at their hand for a bit longer than necessary, and they take it back, shoving it into their pocket. Something in their face cracks, but it’s just for a second, and they smile again. “Too much?”

“Hold on.” She shuffles through her purse, quickly finding her tobacco and filters and rolling paper. Her fingers are swift and used to the routine, and she pushes two fingers inside her boot to get her lighter. When the cigarette is on her lips, and the lighter ready, she can hold out her free hand for them to take. Their fingers brush against her palm, finding their way, tangling with hers. She can feel them shaking, ever so slightly, and she briefly squeezes them, relishing the contact. “So. What is it you wanna do?”

She didn’t think much about it when she asked them out. She just thought it’d be a pity, if she couldn’t see them before the end of the month.

“Well, I’m asking that but I’m honestly a bit short on money, so the options are limited. Depending on how fast you can run.”

They chuckle, shift on their feet as they tug on her hand, making her stumble closer.

“Anything’s fine.”

“C’mon. Don’t be that person. There has to be something you want to do.”

They look up to her, and she sees their face crack, again. It’s just a small fissure on a happy mask, barely noticeable. But they’re the only thing she sees right now. They don’t really look better than when they took that call.

“Can I rest my head on your shoulder? Just for a moment.”

“S-sure.”

She’s not usually the one to stutter. But nothing about this is quite usual. Standing still on the sidewalk, holding her arm out so she doesn’t risk burning them with her cigarette, she feels their forehead on her shoulder, the weight of their head. Their fingers tighten around hers, and she squeezes back, a muscle reflex she can’t control. Their free arm warp around her waist, and her breathing stops. OK, that’s a hug. She awkwardly pats their back, unsure. They look like they need it. They feel small, when they’re close to her like that, and she makes a decision.

She lets go of their hand, using both arms to pick them up off the ground, starting to walk away and towards the subway station.

“Eda? What are you doing?”

“I’m taking you home. You need coffee.”

“Put me down! I’m heavy, you’ll break your back!”

She squeezes them tighter as she walks, and they instinctively hold their legs up so they don’t tangle with hers. “You’re way lighter than my emotional baggage, don’t worry.”

“That’s supposed to reassure me?”

“No, that’s supposed to pick you up, and it’s working.”

They grumble, she stumbles, she avoids the fall, but they go away. Their face is red, they don’t even realize it’s more obvious when they hide their mouth behind the back of their hand. Makes their ears pop out. She’s a bit out of breath. Gosh, she needs to eat something.

“You… sure know how to pick someone up.”

“Wanna find out how high I can get you?”

“Eda!” They punch her arm, probably softer than initially intended, and she innocently bats her eyes, smiling. “Let’s just… have that tea.”

“I said coffee.”

She takes a step towards the subway. She’s glad to see they follow.

“I don’t want coffee.”

Their shadow is upon her. She can feel their arm brushing her skin.

“Coffee always pick me up.”

And their fingers ghosting over the back of her hand, and their voice so close.

“I said I want tea.”

And she grabs their hand, throws her cigarette out at the subway entrance. It’s a natural motion.

“I don’t have tea.”

She thinks she could get used to it. Their hands separate to get through the turnstiles, find each other again.

“Then we’ll buy tea on the way.”

She tugs on their hand so they follow, their shoulder bumps against her back, she looks at them over her shoulder.

“I don’t like tea.”

They roll their eyes, and they’re trying their best to look exasperated, but no one could miss the joy on their lips.

“You don’t have to drink tea. I’ll have tea, you’ll have coffee, and I’ll show you I can pick you up too.”

Subway’s here. They dive into the crowd.

“I’m down for that.”

#raeda #raine whispers #edalyn clawthorne #eda clawthorne #raine and eda #toh #raeda fic #toh fic #the owl house #my writing #i'm with her

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dreamsmp-au-ideas · 3 years

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Oh, that bit about Karl’s powers and XD’s company at the beginning of the overwatch timeline made the karlnapity brain go brrrrrrr, bro!! Very long post ahead!!!! And I know the chatfic is coming soon, and I totally understand if you wanna reserve the blog’s attention for that once it comes out because I am also extremely excited for it, so publish this whenever you want!! Also good luck with the title and summary!!

So like, it’s a few years after Overwatch fell, and Sapnap, Quackity, and Karl are more or less content! They feel for Sam and the other original members, they do, but Overwatch and the omnics honestly weren’t a very big part of their world. They all made it through the omnic crisis just fine, and now they’re just going about their lives in the relative peacetime. They’re even engaged, vague plans of a marriage someday cobbling together bit by bit, but they’re in no rush. They’re happy!

And then Karl finds out about this interesting experiment that’s looking into real, live, actual time travel. Like!! Karl was psyched enough when space travel started getting big again; he knows just about everything there is to know about Horizon One for someone who’s never been there. If time travel turns out to be real? Karl wants in, and he wants in now.

Sapnap and Quackity are half-convinced it’s a scam or a gimmick or something. Sure, they personally knew what amounted to a superhero team a few years ago, but there’s a difference between a small group of skilled fighters and literal time travel. Especially since it’s an XD-sponsored endeavor, Quackity is certain there’s some catch. If nothing else, it’s probably a way to waste a lot of people’s time and money to get XD some good press again.

But Karl is so excited to check it out, neither of them want to try particularly hard to shut him down. They decide they’ll keep an eye on it, obviously, just in case, but they wish Karl good luck and a good time. So he heads out with high hopes and a little suitcase, promising to call every night and to see them soon.

And for the first few days, it goes great! Karl does call them every day and talks for at least an hour about everything he’s learning about this theoretical time travel and how it’ll work: a ship called the Slipstream, which is supposed to use teleportation technology to travel between places in negative time, thus creating functional time travel. Sapnap and Quackity reserve their doubts, but Karl’s having the time of his life either way, and they’re glad to hear him so happy. Especially when he tells them that he gets to get in the ship and take it on a test flight tomorrow - not to try out the time travel yet, but just to make sure he knows how to fly it. Karl gets to fly a ship!! He’s gonna be an actual pilot!! He’s so excited!!!

Karl hangs up that night, clearly over the moon, and Sapnap and Quackity resolve themselves happily to at least four hours on the phone tomorrow night, hearing all about the flight and how it went and what Karl is looking forward to.

And the next night, the hour comes, and Sapnap and Quackity settle on the couch with snacks and drinks, ready for a good long listening session. They wait for the phone to ring. And wait. And wait.

After an hour, they reason that maybe the test flight took longer than expected. Maybe Karl is tired out from flying it. Maybe Karl got distracted. Maybe he forgot to charge his phone. Maybe, maybe, maybe. Either way, it’s not like they had agreed that he’d call at this specific time. So there’s no need to worry. They’re not worried.

Another hour passes. And then another, and another, and soon midnight finds Sapnap and Quackity, sitting in the kitchen with mugs of tea long since cooled, watching a phone that won’t ring. Looking up the experiment or the Slipstream doesn’t bring up any bad news, which sets them both a bit at ease; no news is good news, right? At least for now?

Uneasily, they decide to go to bed. Karl will have to have called or at least texted by morning, surely. And if not, they’ll call him, and then they’ll call the number they were given for questions about the experiment. There’s no reason to worry.

Despite having no reason to worry, when morning comes without word from Karl, Sapnap and Quackity worry. When they call Karl, it goes straight to voicemail. When they call the number for the experiment, it’s disconnected. When they look up the experiment and the Slipstream and XD in general, they notice what they hadn’t last night: not only is there no news, there’s no mention of the experiment. The website Karl had learned about the experiment from is gone. XD’s website makes no mention of time travel. Even with all of Quackity’s investigative power, as far as the world wide web is concerned, there has never been a ship or shuttle with the name Slipstream.

It’s like the whole project never existed at all, and Karl Jacobs along with it.

Thus begins Sapnap and Quackity’s investigation. They call anyone who will listen, telling them that Karl is missing and it’s almost certainly the fault of XD and his company and please please please help them find out what happened. They become the most annoying thorn in XD’s side in months, calling every division in every company several times over, demanding answers. At one point, they’re discreetly contacted and offered hush money if they just drop it, and Sapnap has never screamed so loud in his life as when he told them exactly what they could do with that money. Quackity immediately tries to follow up, tracing the offer to gather proof that something must have happened if they’re trying to cover it up, and only runs into a brick wall. XD is infuriatingly good at covering his tracks.

What finally marks the turning point in their investigation is XD’s most common underestimation: common human decency between strangers. Quackity and Sapnap are anonymously contacted by someone who was working in the experiment’s division and heard about their search, someone who has access to Slipstream plans and blueprints. Through them, Quackity and Sapnap learn that Karl vanished because he was pressured into activating the time travel function on his test flight, despite the fact that it wasn’t ready yet. They’re also given early blueprints for the Slipstream, which include some of the plans for the time travel mechanism.

It’s this mechanism that Sam is able to study and rework and reverse engineer, eventually leading to the development of the chronal accelerator, which should, in theory, bring Karl back.

And it had been a rough time for Quackity and Sapnap, spending nearly all of their free time trying to gather resources and to find the truth and then to help Sam however he needed. They’ve undergone their respective breakdowns, supporting each other through them: Sapnap kept Quackity from burying himself too deeply in his work and his research, getting him to sleep and eat regularly. In turn, Quackity made sure he was available for Sapnap to talk and vent to, redirecting his steadily burning fury to constructive outlets. They’ve settled into an uneasy but manageable rhythm of getting through the days, haunted though they are by the uncertainty of where Karl is and when (if) they’ll see him again. And with the invention of the chronal accelerator, they’re both struggling with just how much hope they can afford. If this doesn’t work - if they get so close to finally getting Karl back, only to fail… it’s not something they want to think about.

So when Sam calls them down to his workshop, saying that he thinks he has a working model to recover their fiance, they arrive hand-in-hand, Quackity guarded, Sapnap cautiously optimistic. They gather around the workbench, surrounding Sam’s invention, a mechanical-looking harness with a glowing, green-and-purple spiral at its heart. Sam looks to them, hovering one hand over the activation switch, waiting for their signal.

They share a glance. Sapnap squeezes Quackity’s hand, steady and secure. No matter what, it promises. No matter what, I’ll still be here. I’m with you.

They both nod to Sam, and he flips the switch.

The harness hums and crackles to life, its spiral glowing brighter and starting to spin. Sam stands at the ready, watching six different monitors to ensure nothing goes wrong. Sapnap and Quackity lean on each other, nearly holding their breath, eyes glued to the accelerator.

Slowly, a figure fizzles into existence. Half-transparent, arms curled close to their chest, they glance around the room, looking lost and unsure, until they meet eyes with Sapnap and Quackity. Then their eyes go wide, one hand rising to their mouth, hanging open in shock.

Sapnap? says the ghost of Karl Jacobs. Quackity?

And in the next second, the ghost comes back to life, lungs filling with air, color rushing to his cheeks, solidity returning to his form. And Karl gasps, coughs, leans forward with one hand clapped over the accelerator, and his gaze doesn’t leave his fiances for a second. He extends one shaking arm, reaching for his fiances with an open hand. The tension shatters.

Sapnap closes the distance in half a second, Quackity barely a breath behind. The fiances collapse against the table as the two of them all but tackle Karl. Because Karl is real, Karl is alive, Karl is here in front of them. The lingering doubts that have dogged their footsteps vanish. The fear in their hearts that three engagement rings would become two wedding rings dissolves. The aching absence they’ve felt between them for months melts away in tears and sobs and bone-crushing hugs, the three of them relishing the hard-regained closeness, pressing together as the weight of the world lifts from all of their shoulders.

They’re together again.

#dream smp #dream smp au #overwatch au #quackity #karl jacobs #sapnap #awesamdude #submission #an anon #oh god this is amazing #i love this so much #i'll cherish it forever #long post

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