#at the moment looking after myself seems to just be like... lying down. ugh.

[abbyromanoff]

Hi can I request something about dark stepsis Kate? maybe r is Jack's daughter and Kate is rude with her until one day when eleanor and jack go on a trip and r and kate stay at home alone. with smut ofc👀👀

Better Than Him

Pairings: Stepsister!Kate bishop x reader

Summary: your stepsister was always rude to you, that was until one night she decided to prove to you that she could be a better boyfriend than anyone else.

Warnings: step-cest, daddy kink, vibrators, straps, secretly filming, cheating, smut, degrading, praising

Word count: 1,391

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

“Just please be nice to your sister.” You heard your dad tell your step sister who groaned, “Ugh, they’re not my sister.” She retorted back, clearly trying to show just how much she hates you.

Her mother walked over to her husband, annoyed with Kate’s behavior. “Kate, stop complaining. They’re not so bad, why don’t the two of you spend some quality time together hm? Get to know one another and have fun.” Kate sighed before unwillingly agreeing, “Fine, but don’t think I wanted to do this.” Jack and Eleanor watched as you came out from behind the wall, finally showing yourself after hiding and listening to their conversation. Your step-mom gave a tight lipped smile feeling bad that you had to hear how much Kate hated you. The two left, giving a kiss on both of you guys foreheads and going out for their date. You were left alone with the girl who seemingly hated you for no reason. You always were nice to her and tried to bond with her but all she did was annoy you or ignore you. You decided that since your parents are gone you’d invite over your boyfriend without informing Kate, why would she care anyways? Twenty minutes later there was a knock at the door and you rushed to go open it before the black haired girl could, greeting the guy at the entrance with a kiss. When seeing you walk to your room with a boy following Kate’s blood boiled with jealousy, how dare you think anyone else owned you other than her? She tried to ignore the feeling and went to the couch, putting on some random movie. She turned down the volume when hearing your giggles that soon turned into quiet moans. Listening to your noises made her feel some type of way, but when she remembered that it wasn’t her making you feel good she just felt anger. Going to your room she soundlessly opened the door ajar, peaking in she saw you lying on the bed with your boyfriend between your legs, obviously doing a terrible job at eating you out. She watched your reactions as her hand lowered into her pants, feeling her wetness through her underwear. Two fingers slowly entered her slick pussy starting at a fast pace. She watched your face intently for your reactions, only to notice you were faking them, of course you were. She knew you’d feel much more pleasure from her than him, with her you wouldn’t have to fake anything. She felt a heating sensation in her lower stomach and quickly removed her digits from her core, trying to save herself for when she takes you. Clearing her throat she knocked on the door, acting as if she hadn't been watching the entire time. When she heard you jump up from your spot she smirked knowing that the moment was now ruined. Opening the door Kate noticed how out of breath you looked, probably tired of faking an orgasm all the time.

She opened the door and pointed towards the boy laying on your bed, “You, out.” You shared a look with the man as she finished speaking. “K-Kate, you can’t just kick him out-“

“I can and I will, now out before I escort you myself.” The boy rushed to leave, trying to give you a kiss goodbye only to be stopped by the girl. You watched as he left and sighed, immediately starting to yell at your stepsister. “What the fuck is your problem Katey? Do you want to ruin my life or something? Cause that’s what it seems like, first the fact that you hate me and put in no effort when I try to be nice to you and now you’re kicking my boyfriend out? The one person that actually treats me nicely.” The second you spoke the last second her hand went to wrap around your neck as she pushed you down onto your bed. “Don’t you dare say that I don’t treat you well, I treat you amazingly. I’m only looking out for you because you can’t seem to find someone who’s not just interested in fucking you since you’re such a whore. Every night I go into your room and take care of you, I take care of that wet spot on your underwear for you and now you’re saying I don’t treat you nicely?” You were extremely confused, what did she mean by that last sentence?

Seeing your confusion she gave an airy laugh, “Oh my dumb, brainless baby. I thought you would’ve caught on by now but I guess you’re a little slower huh? I can’t believe you never noticed how I’d put sleeping pills in your drink at dinner and how you’d wake up the next day completely nude.” “W-what?” Kate got tired of your stupidity so she insisted on ripping up your shirt, using some of it as a gag. When you tried to spit it out she only tied the rest around your head causing you to be unable to speak.

“I’m tired of listening to you princess, why don’t you just sit there and take what I give you like a good little slut?” She kissed down your body with no complaints from you, leaving her mark in spots your parents won’t see. When she reached your shorts she pulled them down harshly, basically ripping them. When you rushed to answer Kate earlier you didn’t have time to put on a bra or underwear, you just tried to find the closest thing. Kissing from your pelvis to your soaked inner thighs she lightly pressed her fingers against your pussy lips to tease you. When she reached your core she gave a long lick up your folds, savoring your taste as much as she could.

“You taste so good baby, even better than before.” You assumed she meant the nights she’d apparently sneak into this room. You thought about her quietly opening the door and taking you like she is now, the thought getting you even more wet for her. Her digits lightly rubbed your clit as she tongue fucked you furiously, wanting to make you forget all about the awful head you received earlier. She wanted to hear your moans and your begging so she removed your gag from your mouth and continued with her abuse to your tight cunt.

“Please Katey, don’t stop! It feels so good.” “I won’t baby, I’m not gonna stop until you pass out. Maybe I’ll even take you in your sleep, I know how much you love that.” The thought makes you release a loud moan that can be heard across the entire room. Kate smirks into your pussy as she sees the effect she has on you. She used the same fingers that she used on herself and inserted them into your tight pussy, feeling your warm walls clamp around her digits. She furiously fingered you as she went up to your face, making out with you and swallowing your moans. Feeling as though you were going to cum you tried to warn her only for her to stop moving inside you, already being able to tell that you were going to cum.

“What the hell?!” The second you spoke in an angry tone you got slapped on the face by the woman above you. “Don’t you dare talk back to me like that ever again, you hear me?” Fearing the consequences you nodded fastly which got a ghost of a smile to appear on her face. You watched as she left, thinking she would leave you high and dry without returning until she appeared back in the doorway with multiple objects in hand. The first thing you saw was a large purple dildo, you didn’t know how that thing would fit inside you. The other item was a vibrator, the one that you’ve been missing in fact. And the last thing was her belt that she would use to tie your hands to the bed later.

Walking up to where you were left she placed the items on the end of the bed before speaking, “Now, I want you to be a good girl for me and take what daddy gives you alright?” Hearing the title she gave herself made you even more wet, but you nodded anyways. She gave a small peck to your forehead and pulled off her pants, putting the strap around her crotch area. While you were admiring her strap she turned on the small vibrator in hand and put it against your clit resulting in a small gasp from you. She watched the scene unfold for a few minutes as she jerked off her eight inch strap. She moved forward, rubbing herself onto you as the vibrator continued its stimulation on your swollen clit. You were overwhelmed, the buzzing and her cock wall all too much.

“Daddy! S’too much!” You cried out, realizing that this isn’t even half of what she would do to you. All she did was let out a laugh at your antics which scared you. “Oh honey, I’m nowhere near done with you.” The moment she finished speaking she thrusted her strap into you, being careful enough to not hurt you too much. As much as her sadistic self loved seeing you in pain she also wanted you to enjoy the feeling. She kept herself still so you could adjust to the feeling, when you gave her a nod telling her she could move you felt the dildo slowly go in and out.

“It’s okay baby, daddy’s here. I’ll be slow with you alright.” She held you close to her body wanting to feel you all over. You pulled her hair slightly in your hands as her soft yet rough pace made you melt.

“Y/N? Kate? We’re home!” The voice made you jump as you feared the thought of you guys parents walking in on the two of you, Kate on top of you as you withered beneath her. “Hold on, we’ll be out in a minute!” The girl yelled back to her mother and stepdad. You shook your head being too afraid to speak in case they heard you, but Kate assured you.

“Come on Y/N, you think you can cum before they come in here? You don’t want your dear old dad seeing you get fucked by your big step sis right?” You shook your head side to side once again, trying but failing to speak. You tried your best to finish quickly so you’d be able to have some sort of release tonight. Kate quickly rubbed your clit to bring you closer, making you snap. Your pussy clenched tightly around the toy nestled inside of you as you squirted all over her stomach, biting her shoulder to stop you from moaning out. She let you ride out your high, admiring the fact that she made you cum so hard that you squirted. She brushed the hair out of your face and removed the vibrator, slowly moving the strap out of you as well. When you were still calming down Kate started to quickly get dressed, informing Jack and Eleanor that you were asleep. She went back to your room to find that you were in fact asleep, she walked over to you and smiled at your sleeping form. She went over to her hiding phone that was recording the entire thing, sending it to your boyfriend with the words, ‘they’re mine now dickhead.’ Now you were completely hers, and no one would be able to change that.

#kate bishop fluff #kate bishop smut #kate bishop x reader #kate bishop x you #kate bishop x gender neutral reader #kate bishop #anon request #anon ask

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Begone Bad Day

Begone Bad Day!

Summary: 

After a particularly bad and annoying day of training a new employee put in charge of testing all their games. Sun ends his work day with an angry and sour attitude. As he vents to his mother, Ana, the dragon dog hiding in the daycare, he accidentally loses control of his behavior and takes it out on her. 

Now Ana must help her baby destress and officially end the day on a good note. 

Sundrop stomped back to the balcony where his and Moon’s equivalent to a bedroom was. Moon was complaining in the back of Sun’s mind. 

“Good SCOTT, that guy was an ASS! Who in the fazFUCK EATS A PAPERPAL?!” 

Sun didn’t even care about his brother's terrible language at that moment. Moon’s speech filters hadn’t been the same since the virus. And he’d be lying if Sun said he didn’t feel the exact same way. 

Yes, today's trainee technician was testing their arts and crafts corner. Sun had a very specific way to do it. But unfortunately…today's trainee didn’t feel like playing by the rules. No, they much rather had thrown things at Sun, made a mess, shot him with the dart gun, painted things the wrong colors, DESPITE them having NUMBERS and REFERENCES! And yes…they did indeed, FOR SOME REASON, decided to not only take a giant bite out of a paperpal but also lick the paint off the paintbrush. 

Sun tightened his fists as he clipped the wire to his back and flew into the air. 

The usually bright and cheerful animatronic’s grumbling caught the attention of another being that hid in the daycare loft. Ears twitched toward the angry jingling bells and stomping slippers. Sea green eyes glowed dimly in the dark, the slit pupils animalistically dilating as it focused on the daycare attendant. 

Sun plopped down suddenly on a beanbag, arms and legs crossed as he simply pouted and stewed. 

He didn’t look at the dark red head of the creature behind him, he wasn’t scared. Especially as the canine-like snout came into his peripheral view and gently nudged his cheek. 

“Welcome back sugarstar.” The creature greeted with a soft smile on her muzzle. The beast was a dragon, large and furry. She had the face and long pointed ears of a hound, her underbelly was a bright orange, starting from the bottom of her jaw and trailing all the way down her belly and tail. Her body was mostly cream colored, and a brown mane of hair rested on her head, poofed like a pompadour, the rest trailing down her neck. Ana, the secret of the daycare. The dragon who’s heart changed and grew thanks to the daycare attendants. 

 Sun grumbled a barely audible greeting. 

“Hi mom..”

Ana tilted her head, a soft look of concern crossing her face. That seemed unlike Sun…

“How was your day honey?” Ana tried again. 

“….” Sun shook his head. Ana took it as a “bad” 

“I see…” Ana frowned. “Do you want to talk about it?” 

“…Why do grown ups have to….push all my buttons?!” Sun demanded with a little growl to his voice. “It’s so mean! And unnecessary! And and…UGH!” Sun cried out frustratingly as he suddenly smacked his fist into the beanbag. 

Ana frowned lightly, but she listened to her pup vent. 

“I just can’t understand why it’s SOOOO hard to follow simple instructions! The kids can do it so much better and easier!”

Ana nodded with a hum, keeping quiet to show she was listening. But she continued to study his body language. Her ears flicked to the quivering in his voice. As if he was on the verge of tears. But she knew her Sunny…he tried his best not to cry in front of anyone…he would just wait until he was alone. 

“And Moon was more than ready to come out and teach the guy a lesson himself! And I was more than ready to LET him! I wanted to turn out the lights myself!” “...Sunny?” “But I can’t let that happen because we could both get in trouble! And they would probably decommission Moon and I can’t let that happen-” “Firefly…”

“I can’t be alone with this, and if I lost Moon, I’m sure I’d lose my mind and then I’d REALLY have to go into a timeout!” “Sundrop.” “Ohhh WHAT?!” Sun snapped but gasped not a moment later, throwing his hands over his mouth. It was silent for a moment. Both of them just staring at each other. Shocked at what just happened. “I-I…I’m sorry! Ididn’tmeantosnapIshouldn’thaveevertakenitoutonyou-” Sun’s word vomit was cut off when his mother suddenly pulled him into her chest fur. “Honey, you don’t need to apologize, I know yer under stress and yer bad day ain’t helpin. It was only natural that you’d release the pressure sooner or later.” “But…but…” “I ain’t mad, sugastar…I promise. I would never be mad at you for feeling things. The last thing I’d want you to do is bottle it up.” Sun sniffed and nodded. “O-okay…what did you want to tell me..?” Ana smiled softly, she brought her paw up and gently stroked Sun’s cheek. “I could hear you struggling to hold back…I wanted to tell you to let it out. Not just through your words, but through tears. Venting is one thing but you’re still not letting it all out” Sun blinked…and suddenly he felt silly…his rays shrunk in and he felt his body start to tremble. Sometimes he had a hard time letting himself cry-well no. He had a hard time letting himself cry in front of people, if only because he wanted to keep everyone happy. If he cried and someone saw him, well they wouldn’t be happy either…no one else deserved that. Only he did-oh…he was doing it again…His mind finally stopped when he felt Ana press her nose to his upper crescent. She knew him all too well and her next words proved that: “You don’t have to hold back for the sake of others honey…” That broke the dam, Sun let out a choked sob and buried his face into her fur. Ana hugged him close, rubbing his back with a paw. 

Sun gripped onto the fur tighter, his fists balled up, the fur peeked through his fingers. He did his best not to tug on his mother’s fur. He felt awful, he felt tired…but at least he wasn’t alone. Moon was always with him…and his mother was there to let him lean on her for support. Sun cried for what seemed like hours. His breath hitched with each sob. Ana didn’t hush him or stop him, she only gave his back gentle rubs and scratches. 

Soon, Sun was only sniffling. When he fully calmed down, he made himself comfortable, leaning his side against her chest, now worn out both from his long day and crying. 

“Feel better?” Ana asked softly, pressing a small kiss to his head. 

“….A little…I’m sorry mama…” 

Ana tilted her head at that. “What for sugastar?”

“For snapping at you, for getting so angry…for letting that trainee get to me…” he sniffed again. “A-and thinking about the worst again…”

Ana shushed him gently as she wrapped her arms around him again. 

“Oh honey…stress does a number to us. And you boys have a very hard and stressful job. But you, both of you, are the best at it.” 

Sun gave a hint of a smile, but the negativity still resided in his head, “heart” and the pit of his “stomach” and Ana could clearly tell. 

She thought for a moment…before an idea came to her. She smirked to herself, knowing exactly how to get her little firefly shining brightly again. 

The draconic canine moved her head down, squinting at Sun and humming. 

Sun blinked at her and tilted his head. What was she doing?

“Hmm…oh gosh.” She clicked her tongue. “Tsk tsk tsk tsk…this isn’t good, no no, not good at all.”

“What? What isn’t good?” Sun asked. Ana flicked an ear, holding back a smirk. Hook line and sinker. 

“Well Sunny…no no I shouldn’t say!” 

“Mamaaa…you know that’s unfair!” 

“Oh…well, it’s just that…I think you might have an infection hun.” 

“An…infection?”

Sun stared at his mother in pure confusion. What was she on about? He couldn’t get infected…unless it was a computer virus but even then, there was no way Ana would know just by looking at him…

“Of course! Infected by a bad case Sassinitis Grumptitus!” 

Sun stared at her for a moment processing what she said. He couldn’t hold back a couple giggles. 

“Th-Thahats not a real thihihing!” 

Ana chuckled as she helped him get comfortable, sliding his slippers off and setting them to the side before laying him across her arms, his head on her forearm. 

“Oh but it is Sunny. And I’m afraid there’s only one cure!” 

Sun giggled more at his mother’s silliness. He had a feeling he knew what she was up to. 

“Whahat’s that?” 

Ana used one paw to hold his hand and bring his arm up and out. Then she nuzzled one cheek. 

“Love.” 

She booped her nose to his. 

“Care and reminders…” 

She licked the other cheek. “And finally…all the tickles my Sunny wants in order to reset that mind of his~!” 

Sunny squeaked and giggled like mad, certainly sounding like a child himself.  Already, he was feeling the giddy waves hit him. 

“Maaamaaahahaha!”

“Whaaat? Do you not want them? Don’t you want that nasty Sassinitis Grumptitus gone? I most certainly dooo~” she cooed and nuzzled a couple rays. “I want my sweet lil sugastar to enjoy the rest of his evening and relaaax~!”

“Pfft! Y-you’re sihihillihihiii!” 

Ana chuckled, gently squeezing his hand lovingly and stroking the back of it with her dewclaw. 

“Only for my boys. Now…do you wanna play-I mean get your treatment?” 

Sun looked off to the side, his rays shrinking back. He looked up at his dragon momma after a moment with a shy smile and nodded. 

“Alright, now let’s see here…” she let go of his hand and gently maneuvered him so he was lying directly in front of her, his long lanky legs under her front legs. She pulled a pillow over to let him put his head on it, then she gently pushed his arms up over his head. “We need these up here. Think you can keep them up, Firefly?” 

“Ihihi can trihihi.” Sun giggled out, the anticipation bubbling up from his chest and out his voice box. Ana giggled with him. “Well that’s the best I can ask. I’ll save that spot for a bit. For now…” She hummed, scanning his face...before lightly grooming a couple rays. “EEEHEHE!” Sun squeaked in surprise. “M-mahahahamamaaa! N-nyahahahat the-theEHEHE rahahahaAAYS!! Pfft! Khkhehehehe!!” 

Ana licked, groomed and nuzzled each ray. When Sun shrunk one back, she’d go to another. “C’mon Sunny, where’s the super beam huh?” “N-Nohohohowheheheheeeere!” 

There was one ray on Sun’s head that was more sensitive than all the others.  Ana often referred to it as his super or special beam. “Nowhere? Nowhere…hmm.” She mocked a gasp. “Are you hiding it from me?” “Nyooohohohoo!” “Oooh that sounds like a lie, Sun! You know better than that~!” Ana sang teasingly. She lowered her voice. “You know what I think?” Sun snickered and snorted. Ana was really hamming things up, it was a side of her that only those close to her got to see. Sun and Moon would get to see it a lot. She knew her being silly made them laugh with or without tickles. It only made it more special. 

“Wh-whahat?” 

She looked left and right, making a show of it clearly. “I think…maybe, just maybe…it’ll show itself if I…TICKLE HERE!” 

Her fuzzy fingers went right under his arms, tickling the outer exo. Sun squealed and immediately tried to lock his arms down. Though it was hard to protect such a spot from giant fluffy paws. 

And as a result, Sun’s rays popped right back out from the very sudden, yet not unexpected, attack. Ana chuckled, gently pushing his arms back up. “Ah ah, these need to stay up here remember?” “Pfft! Ihihihi’m sahahahaharreeeeheheheheheee!” “Oh honey, you don’t need to be sorry, not everyone can keep still when a tickle dragon’s got them in their hold~” She lowered her head back down, to continue nuzzling and grooming his rays. 

“Y-you’re nahahat a t-t-teheeheehee drahAHAHAHAHAGOOOOHOHOHOHON SQUEAAA!!” 

Ana had found the super beam. She chuckled as Sun quickly retracted it. “Can’t even say the word when I got you going like this huh?” She pulled away to give him a moment to calm down, once again holding his hands. “Ahehehe…eeehehe…c-cause you-you’re beheheheing m-mehehean and sihihilly…” “Mean? Is it mean to want my lil sunshine to be happy and relaxed after a long day?” “N-nooo.” Sun snickered. “But you’re being teasy!” “As if you don’t like it.” Ana challenged, laughing at the blush on her baby’s face. She nuzzled his nose. “Are you ready for more?” Sun immediately nodded, the giddiness rising up again as his mother smirked and lifted a paw over his belly, wiggling the tips of her claws and slowly lowering. Then it stopped just a mere inch above. “Mmmm…Maaahahaaam…” Sun giggle-whined. “Yeees Sunny~?” Ana chuckled. Sun squirmed underneath her, staring at her paw. “Are-aren’t you going to…?” “Going to what honey?” Sun whined. Of course she was going to do this… “You’re going to make me ask aren’t you…” Ana raised a playful brow. “Whatever do you mean, Sunnybunny?” Sun pouted and looked away. He muttered something. Ana chuckled as she flicked an ear toward him. “What was that, baby?” Another mutter. Ana gently poked his tummy, earning a squeak. “TIHIHIckles! Pl-plehease…” Sun blushed, shrinking his rays back. Ana chuckled. “But of course honey. It's yer treatment after all~!” 

She lowered the paw to scribble his sides and along his belly, earning a multitude of different squeals, squeaks and snorts. The closer she got to the center of his belly the louder her Sunny laughed and the more he tried to kick his legs, which was near impossible at the moment as she kept them trapped under her arms. “MEHEHEHEHEEEANIEEHEHEHEHE!!” Sun cackled “EEEHEHEEP SNORT SNORT MAHAHAHAHAMAAHAHAAHAHAAAA!! SNORT”

“You keep saying that honey but I’m just trying to help you with that Sassinitis Grumptitus! You still seem to have quite a bit of sass. Hmm…I wonder if I tickle this spot if it will finally go away!” She tapped the center of his lower belly, earning another loud squeal. In that spot was a little dent that dipped into the bot’s belly, acting much like a belly button. A bad spot for both Sun and Moon. “GYEEhehehe!! Pfft I-I dohont think so! I-Iihihi think you’re just being a BUTT!” Ana playfully raised a brow and tilted her head at that. “My my, calling your own mother such names! Sunny, I thought you knew better.” She gasped. “Oh no…it must be getting worse! We have to act quickly!” Before Sun could question that, Ana held his hands again to keep them out of the way. He blinked at her in question…until she took in a deep breath, then he knew exactly what she was doing. 

“No! Nonono! Mama! I’m sorry! Nahahat that, anything but that-!” Ana smirked at him, looking over him to make sure she indeed wasn’t going too far, but the giant grin on her baby’s faceplate told her exactly what she needed. That wasn’t a “stop” that was a “please tickle me mama!” And knowing such, she wasted no time in blowing a raspberry directly over the dent. Sun screamed out in pure laughter, arching his back up and practically pressing his tummy against his mother’s muzzle. Her whiskers brushed against his sides, her nose cold against his silicone and rubbery tum. She suddenly released his hands and went right for the balljoints under his arms, gently scribbling her claws against them, fiddling with the wires here and there. At the same time, the raspberry switched into gentle nibbling, Ana hamming it up with a few “Om nom nom''s 

He screamed, laughed, cackled, squirmed, arched and snorted. His rays spun happily around his faceplate, showing his clear enjoyment. 

“GYAAAHAHAHAHAHA! KHKHEHEHEHEHE! SNORT OHAHAHAA! NAHAHAHAO NIHIHIHIHIBBLIHIHING! SNORT OHOHO STAHAHARS! NYAHAHAT THE WIHIHIHIRES! NEEHEHEHEHEEE! SNORT SNORT!” Ana pulled her head away and laughed, slowing down her finger wiggles and licking the tip of his pointy nose as he tried to calm down, giggling here and there as the phantom tickles still tingled all over. “How’s that sugastar? Think you’re cured yet?” Sun blinked and averted his gaze as he tapped his fingers, he could feel Ana’s smile on him. He still wanted more. “Uhm…N-No! I think I still have a small bit of this bug…I think you still need to get one more spot!” “Glutton.” Moon chuckled in their shared headspace. “No one asked you Moonie!” “Oooh~ You really are badly infected~! So much sass!” Sun huffed as Ana laughed lightly. Based on his expression, she could tell her boys were having their inner conversation with each other. “Well Sun.” She started, gaining his attention again. “What spot should I get next?” Sun blushed, his rays shrinking and spinning slowly. “Uhm…well…” He pulled his legs back a bit, trying to signal her to the last spot. Another really ticklish spot both he and Moon shared. She looked back to one of his trapped legs and chuckled. “Ah. I see…” She moved her arms to release his legs and then proceeded to change his position, having him lay across her arms now. “Last spot and you should be all cured yea?” Sun giggled giddily and nodded up at her. His rays spun at an even pace as Ana made sure the daycare attendant was comfortable and snuggled up against her chest fur while she brought her tail around and wrapped the end around his ankles, the fluffy fur on the tip dangerously close to his soles. “Ready baby?” “R-ready mama…” Ana nodded as her tail dusted along the paw pads on his feet, along the arches and his heels. The star themed DCA let out a squeak and covered his face with his hands as titters escaped him. He tried to pull his feet away and wave them around but Ana’s tail kept them from going anywhere. Then the fur went right for the toes. “EEP! NONONO! NAHAHAT THE TOHOHOHOES! IHIHIHIT TIIHIHIICKLES SO MUHUHUHUCH!!” Ana hummed lovingly. “Now you can say the word huh? I must have you in absolute tickly bliss~” 

Her next move flossed the fur between each toes on his right foot slowly. It got a squeal out of Sun as he tried to twist his body and yank his legs back. “OHOHOHO STAHAHARS SNORT THAHAHATS SO-SOHOHOHO BAHAHAHAD!” “Oh that’s bad huh? And to think it’s just my tail.” Ana teased. “Maybe the last of that nasty disease will be gone if I do….this!” Her tail released his ankles, her paw shooting over to start scratching lightly at the arch and paw pads of one foot. “BWAHAHAA! MAMAAHAHAAA NONO! NAHAHAHAHAOO CLAHAHAHAHAHAWS SNORT SQUEAAAAAH!!” She earned another loud scream of laughter as her claws tickled at his toes, scratching at the stems of the toes before getting at the little beans. Sun pulled his legs back and waved his foot around to try and evade the claws but Ana would follow closely or simply switch to the other foot which made the cycle only repeat. “AHAHAHAOKAHAHAY OKAHAHAHAY! RED REHEHEHED!!” Hearing that, Ana stopped quickly. Sun relaxed and caught his breath, titters and giggles still flowing out of him. Ana licked and kissed his upper crescent before pressing foreheads with him. “Better sugastar?” Sun nodded with a happy tickle drunk giggle. “Eheheheh…Yehehes..” 

He let out a yawn and curled up on his side, facing his mother’s chest. He nuzzled and cuddled against her. Ana smiled before she gently wrapped her jaws around his middle and carried him over to her little nest that she and her boys always stayed together in. She laid down and gently placed the sunny DCA in the middle of blankets and pillows. She pulled a blanket over him and nuzzled him. Sun giggled and hugged her snout. “Thank you mama…” “For what honey?” “For caring…” Sun yawned. “For being our mom…” “Oh sugar…” Ana cooed as she curled herself around him. “I don’t need thanks for that. I love you boys more than the world itself. I’d do anything to help you keep a true smile…” Sun hummed sleepily, curling up again and hugging a pillow. “Us too mama…” Ana smiled softly, seeing that sleep was very quickly taking him. She bonked foreheads with him again. “Get some sleep my sweet lil sunshine…tomorrow’s a new day.” 

“Love you Mama…” “I love you too, Firefly. I love you both so very much.” She heard the light snoring suddenly start up, a whistle escaping with each exhale. Ana lied her head down beside him. “Sweet dreams Sunny…” She smiled and shut her eyes, knowing soon enough, Moon would come out and wake for his patrols and she’d want to spend some time with him too.

FIN

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[samieree]

Heimdall one-shot

I can't, he's just so... 😭 I can't believe I have fallen for pixels- Ugh, just enjoy! <3

Heimdall x pregnant reader

You're a goddess from Vanaheim who had to marry Heimdall. At first you didn't even accept each other and the only night you spent in the same bed was your wedding night. However, as the marriage continued, you began to get to know each other, and it seemed like something akin to love was developing between you. The best proof of this was his child, which you  carried under your heart.

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“Would you mind your own business?” you said angrily, finding Heimdall in the mead hall. He was there alone, reading a book, looking at you for only a brief moment.

You let go of the leather bag you've been carrying for what must have been half of Asgard, hoping it would fall on his foot, but of course he moved his leg in time.

“Nobody asked you to carry it. I would do it myself.” he replied as if nothing had happened, turning a page in his book.

“The blacksmith told me you were supposed to pick it up a week ago.”  you said, pointing to the bag on the ground. “You ordered a lot of useless stuff, but that's not even the point. They've been with him for three weeks now! Are you even listening to me?!” you wanted to snatch the book from his hands so that he would finally pay attention to you, but he resignedly left it, finally making eye contact.

“Of course I listen to you, my dearest and prettiest wife in the nine realms.” I’m your only wife.

You sighed heavily as you sat down on the bench next to him. You didn't have the strength to do it anymore, especially since you already had a big pregnant belly. But you'll have to stand it for one last month.

“You're not so busy that you can't take an hour and pick up what you ordered yourself!”

“And in your condition you shouldn’t carry anything heavy. The blacksmith would wait another week for me to pick up my stuff if I had a whim.” he shrugged and wanted to go back to reading, but you placed your hand on his book, lowering it back to his thighs.

“What's happening?” you asked in a much softer tone, stroking his shoulder gently with your free hand. “I feel like the closer I am to giving birth, the more you distance yourself from me.”

“You're delusional.” he replied after a long silence.

You didn't believe him, you knew something was wrong. Something that makes him behave differently.

He looked down from your face and moved to your belly, then placed his hand on it as well and stroked it gently. You liked it very much when he did it, he was so gentle, as if any stronger touch could hurt you and the baby. Over time, you've learned that this is his love language. Small gestures, being gentle with you. Doing things for you or helping you with them, and just showing more affection in private.

“I can see you're acting differently. This may come as a shock to you, but I'm not dumb.”

“It’s kicking” he seemed to ignore your words completely. He decided to pretend that he hadn't heard anything, but shifted his full attention to your yet unborn child.

 Plus, pff… He said it like I didn't feel the baby kicking at all.

“Heimdall…”

“I have work to do.” he cut you off quickly, leaning in to kiss your belly. “Maybe we'll talk later.” he got up and left the room, you didn't even try to stop him.

But then you realised that you could have done it, because the blacksmith's bag was still on the ground. And it looked like you were going to have to move it to your room, as if you didn't carry it enough already...

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Even lying in bed in the evening, you were still wondering what your husband was so worried about. You were definitely not delusional, you could see from his behaviour that something was wrong. But… Ugh, you had no idea what it was. As you can see, even though you're about to have a baby, you couldn't count on his complete honesty.

It was late, and you kept waiting for him to come back so you could pick up the same conversation which you started in the morning. But he wasn't coming back. Was he offended? Decided he'd rather sleep on the stones on the wall than next to you?

You were sure that this stage was long behind you...

But suddenly the door opened and he stepped inside. He paused at the entrance, clearly surprised that you were still awake, waiting for him.

“Aren't you asleep yet?”

“I couldn’t fall asleep.” you replied even though you knew well that he would know you lied. He stared at you for a moment, then turned back to leave. “You're not even going to pretend you've come to get something? You know you can't avoid me for the rest of your life?”

You sat up, looking at him sadly. Is that what he was going to do now, avoid you? And all because you're worried about him? You knew he wasn't used to being cared for, but after all, ever since your marriage started to work out, you've always tried to take care of him...

“I'm not avoiding you, I'm just… It's late. I wanted to see if you were asleep before I went back to work.” you burst out laughing at that statement. “Are you having mood swings again?”

“No, you made me laugh. Your lies are pathetic.” you said, getting out of bed and adjusting your nightgown a bit so that it fits better on your belly. “What’s wrong? You don’t want this baby? You don’t want me? Are you afraid of parenthood?”  he said nothing in answer.

So you decided to change your attitude. You approached him, grabbing his hand. You didn’t want bad for both of you, he could trust you.

“I just want to help you, and I can't do that if you don't tell me what's going on.” you explained in a gentle tone, hoping Heimdall would finally open up to you.

“What if I'm like him…?” he asked softly, looking down at your joined hands.

He didn't need to say a name, you knew exactly who he meant. He was afraid that he would be to his child the same as Odin was to him...

“I know you don’t.” You replied, placing your hand on his cheek to make him look at you. “Besides, I'll always be around. We'll be supporting each other.”

“What if the child has skills my father will want to use?” you sighed softly. You didn't want to show that you were afraid of that too, even though you knew Heimdall probably already knew what you thought.

“We won't let him. This is our baby, our family.” still holding his hand, you led him behind you to sit on the bed. “You can't let fear of your father define your life.  Besides, remember that I'm always here and always will be for you. No matter what happens, how hopeless the situation is, I will always be with you, you can always talk to me honestly.”

Without saying anything, he cuddled up to you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. It was obvious that what you said meant a lot to him, especially since you said it honestly. You loved this tease and you had no intention of ever leaving him or your child.

That's right, a child who just showed up again by kicking you. You tensed slightly when you suddenly felt it, and Heimdall then moved slightly away from you.

He reached behind his head, taking off the hairband that held his hairstyle and then lay down, resting his head on your thighs and stomach. It was his silent request for you to untie his braids. He would never have asked you directly, but who knows… Maybe someday he will, since it looked like today you had broken another barrier - perhaps the last one - between you.

You'd love to hear from him someday that he likes what you're doing, whether you're just playing with his hair or fixing his belt because you think you can do it better than him.

“I love it when you play with them…” you smiled to yourself when you heard that.  Maybe he just said it because he read your thoughts, or maybe he said it on his own, whatever. It fulfilled your little impression and warmed your heart.

“Boy or girl?” you asked, already unravelling the last of his braids and now only playing with the loose strands of golden hair, massaging his scalp gently as you did so.

“I don’t know.” it warmed you up even more when he lay with his head right next to your belly as he was now, his free hand stroking it lightly. And he's been doing this since the pregnancy belly starts showing. Maybe not every day, he had to be in the mood for it…

But every time you were lying down, he had at least one hand on your belly. Sometimes he just lightly rested his hand on it, and sometimes he wrapped his arms around it a little tighter as you lay with your back to him, slowly falling asleep.

You remember one night when he had to go do some stuff for Odin and you slept alone. Or rather you tried, because all night you felt the baby either kicking you or wriggling inside you, as if asking where his dad was and demanding his presence. It may have been a terrible and sleepless night, but in retrospect… You liked the interpretation you came up with. Because on no other night that Heimdall was around did this happen to you. It had to mean something, right?

“But it must be a girl with such zeal.” he said, obviously feeling the baby's kicks. You chuckled softly at that theory, continuing to play with his hair. “Actually, I want a daughter…”

A daughter like him… You didn't know if you should break down or smile at the idea.  But on the other hand... Maybe this tease could use someone with the same character as his?

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Okay, but isn't it sweet, how he loves and have to have a hand wrapped around her pregnancy belly every night? 😭💕

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[bi-bard]

Sleeping At Last Songs that Would Describe a Relationship with the Eleventh Doctor - Eleventh Doctor Imagine [Doctor Who]

Title: Sleeping At Last Songs that Would Describe a Relationship with the Eleventh Doctor

Pairing: Eleventh Doctor X Reader

Word Count: 1,640 words

Warning(s): mention of major character death [season 7 spoiler]

Author's Note: Ugh. I love him.

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Saturn

I’d give anything to hear You say it one more time, That the universe was made Just to be seen by my eyes.

The sinking feeling in my stomach grew more and more as I stepped closer to the Pandorica.

The Doctor was tired. Dying.

I understood why he was doing it all, but it didn't change how angry I felt. At the Daleks and the Cybermen and the universe. Anyone and everyone who had some hand in the events that got us here. Including myself. I could've stopped it all if I was just a little bit braver.

The Doctor grinned- or tried to grin at me as I made it over to him. "Hey..."

"Don't do that," I mumbled as I grabbed his hand. I squatted down so I could see him better. "Don't act like nothing bad is happening. You don't have to do that for me. I understand what's going on."

He didn't reply. It may have been the first time that I had seen him be so quiet.

"I don't want this to happen," I said. I felt guilty for saying it. I knew that it was going to only make him feel worse.

"Hey," the hand that I had been holding cupped the side of my face. I held his hand there. "I don't either."

I only wanted to chuckle because he did. Obviously, he didn't want this.

"But I've got a secret," he leaned forward a little bit. "I'm doing this for you."

I closed my eyes for a moment.

"I told you before that you were made to see the universe instead of staying put," he continued. "Who would I be if I let the universe burn before you got to see it all?"

I turned my head to press a kiss to his palm.

"I love you," he added.

I offered him a sad grin. "I love you too. I always will. No matter what."

I saw him flinch a bit where he was sitting. Time was running out. How rude of the damn thing.

I stood up again so I could lean forward and press a kiss to his lips. I leaned back and whispered to him, "Good luck."

"Luck?" he whispered back. "Who needs luck? Not me. I'm brilliant."

I shook my head as I chuckled again.

"Goodbye, (Y/n)."

"Find me, Doctor."

His grin faltered for a moment.

Neither one of us believed that he would make it out of there, but I wanted to hold onto hope. As blind as it may seem. I wanted to believe that he would find his way back to me eventually.

I slowly took a few steps backward to let the doors close.

I felt a hand grab my arm, slowly pulling me further away from it.

I looked over to see Amy offering a small grin. I tried to grin back. It must've not been very convincing because she dragged me into a tight hug a moment later.

I closed my eyes.

This was it.

It was the end of the Doctor and I's story.

For now, at least.

Heart

I'm out of my depth At this altitude Like the world makes sense From your window seat You are beautiful Like I've never seen

I would be lying if finding out about Amy kissing the Doctor didn't break my heart a little bit.

She had been the first person to figure out my feelings for him, so knowing that she simply didn't respect them enough to... control herself hurt.

I wasn't mad at the Doctor. Not even a little bit.

If anything, I almost admired how he handled it. He stopped the moment, found Rory, and tried to make things better. He did the best that he could.

Making things better just also happened to include a trip to Venice.

Amy and Rory ran off on their own.

I chuckled at them as they left. Even after all that had happened, I wanted the pair of them to work out. They seemed good together.

The Doctor and I walked for a while. I was waiting for him to ramble on about the city's construction or tell me some story from before I started traveling with him. But he wasn't. He was oddly quiet. Like he was waiting for me to speak.

I stopped on a stone walkway. I leaned against a pillar and a stone half-wall. I looked out over the water. The Doctor stood next to me, staring out at the water like he was trying to see what I did.

"They'll be okay, right," I asked, looking at him again.

He looked over at me but didn't respond.

"The Ponds, I mean," I explained. "They'll figure it out, right?"

"Absolutely," he said confidently. He took a moment to watch my eyebrow raise. "I hope so."

I nodded, turning to the water.

I could see the Doctor shifting out of the corner of my eye. "Are we okay?"

I furrowed my eyebrows as I turned to him yet again. "Why wouldn't we be?"

The question seemed to make him want to backtrack. "It doesn't matter. It's nothing. Not important. Come on, I'm sure we can find something exciting-"

"No, no, no," I reached over and grabbed his arm as he tried to walk away. "You can't say something like that and then act like nothing happened. You have to explain it."

"I walk away without explaining things all the time."

"When you're info-dumping about different species, yeah, but this is a bit different," I tried to chuckle in some attempt to let him know that it was okay. "Why did you think that we wouldn't be okay?"

The Doctor reached up and placed his hand on my arm. His grin looked sad. I felt my face warming up as I looked down at our hands.

"Please, tell me," it came out closer to a whisper than anything.

His hand fell from mine as he stepped forward. I didn't move mine. My grasp actually tightened on his jacket in the hopes of pulling him closer.

He stepped a matter of inches from me. "Is this okay?"

It took a moment for my brain to even register the question.

I nodded as quickly as I could. Of course, this was okay.

He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. My free hand moved up to cup the side of his face as I kissed him back. His hands touched my sides. I grinned into the kiss.

I leaned back and rested my forehead on his.

"Doctor," I mumbled.

"Yeah?"

"We're definitely okay."

His smile got wider before he laughed at me. I laughed with him, nudging his nose with mine.

This was a feeling that I could get used to.

Two

Like a force to be reckoned with A mighty ocean or a gentle kiss I will love you without any strings attached What a privilege it is to love A great honor to hold you up

It was rare for the TARDIS to feel small.

To be completely honest, I didn't think it possible.

That was before the Doctor and I stopped traveling. Before we found our little place hidden above the rest of the world. Before the Ponds... died.

It was quiet for a long time.

Neither one of us wanted to talk about it. Maybe we were scared that talking about it would make it too real.

I tried to be there for him. He seemed to appreciate it. But still, we couldn't talk about anything that led up to that moment.

There was one day when I decided to end the cycle of him sitting in the console room reading or staring at nothing.

I walked into the room to see him in the same seat he had been in for ages. I took a deep breath as I made my way over to him.

I held out a hand. He stared at it for a moment before looking up at my face.

"Come on," I urged him.

He slowly took my hand and let me pull him out of the console room. "Where are we going?"

"Just wait a moment."

A minute later, I found the door I had been looking for. I silently thanked the ship before opening the door.

"Your room," the Doctor asked.

"My room," I confirmed. "Lay down."

"Why?"

"Because I think doing something other than sitting in the console room will suit you well."

I kicked my shoes off before going to lie down.

The Doctor hadn't moved yet. I opened my arms, making grabby hands at him. A soft grin formed on his lips before he shrugged off his jacket and kicked off his shoes.

I wrapped my arms around him as soon as he laid down. One of my hands found its way to the hair on the nape of his neck. One of his arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer to him.

"You've been so patient with me," he mumbled to me. "I haven't thought about you... what you're going through. I've abandoned you."

"No," I replied. "No, you didn't. You are right here. I am right here. You could have left me. Dropped me off at home and never thought about me again. But you didn't. You let me stay."

He closed his eyes.

I leaned over and kissed his forehead. "I want to take care of you, Doctor. Because I care about you. Because I love you. This is what I want to do, okay? You just need to let me."

His eyes slowly opened. I grinned at him.

"Okay?"

"Okay."

I leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips.

For now, this was enough for me to have a little bit of peace.

I just hoped that he felt the same way.

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[ashlayan]

In memory of the victims

Tw: SFW, can be read as gender neutral tho written with a fem reader in mind, fluff, slight angst at the end, implied abuse (not by the wanderer or the reader).

Pairing: Wanderer x Reader

!In relation to the Genshin community incident in China!

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"I'm boooored" you whine, probably for the hundredth time now, as you continue lying on the sofa, one foot dangling over the side, kicking the air.

Nahida and the Traveler were off doing something about fungi and a dragon..? (They didn't really explain.) And left you and the Wanderer to hold fort in the Sanctuary of Surasthana.

The wanderer sighs, and scowls back at you from his spot on the desk, still writing whatever Vahumana essay he was working on this time. But instead of another annoyed response, he decides to simply turn around and ignore you completely.

You gasp internally. He's ignoring me now?! Oh no no no!

Pushing yourself up and walking towards him you say "Hey! That was rude!" You pout.

No response. You get to his side and stare at him, yet he doesn't even bat an eye in your direction. You lean even closer and poke his cheek, "Is my cute Scarameow being fussy again?" You ask cheekily. This time, the response is immediate. He drops his pen and turns around to properly glare at you. "I told you not to call me that." He says scowling. You don't answer, simply preserve eye contact and give him your bestest pout.

By the thirty seconds mark, he breaks; "Ugh fine, quit the stupid puppy dog eyes they don't even look cute." He says, like a liar.

You keep going, "Oh no I made Scarameow angwy," he gives you his flattest stare, "I know how to make it up to you! Should I get my cutie patootie some fishies?" You poke at his cheek some more.

He rolls his eyes "You just want to feed me fish because I look like a cat to you." You look like a kitty to everyone pookie you think but you don't say it, instead you answer "Did I mention I would cook it myself for you?"

Suddenly, his books were closed, papers back in their respective folders and he himself was dragging you towards the exit to the Sanctuary of Surasthana. "Let's hurry," he says, "you need fresh fish right? We can get some from the Grand Bazaar."

You giggle as you notice his ears had taken a purple hue "Slow down! The fishies aren't gonna swim away!"

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Walking back from the Bazaar hand in hand, you consider the steps to creating your grilled fish dish when suddenly, you hear a little meow.

...Your head immediately whips towards the Wanderer's direction.

He doesn't even bother looking back at you and simply says "You remember I'm not actually a cat right?"

"Ah- y-yeah." You look away sheepishly. He sighs but doesn't seem all that surprised or bothered.

The two of you continue on your way home, then get started on the cooking as soon as you get there. He takes over the salad and rice saying something about yours never coming out "just right", but you knew that was nonsense, he just wanted to help.

Just as you're done cleaning the raw fishes and about to start grilling them, you hear the same meow sound from before. You and Wanderer halt and share a look.

"Do you think the poor thing followed us from outside and got stuck in here?" You say, already placing the fishes inside the cryo box for now.

"Let's search for it." Wanderer says, moving out of the kitchen area as you followed after him.

The two of you split up, looking through the entire sanctuary trying to find the little fur ball to no avail. You even decide to check the outside area but still find nothing.

You were starting to get really worried. "We looked everywhere... are there secret passages we don't know about?"

Wherever this kitty was stuck was so well hidden that if you didn't find it in the daylight you doubted you could at night.

Wanderer thought for a moment "There's still one place we haven't checked." He looked up, "I'll fly up to the roof and take a good look around, I could also check the tree branches in the surrounding area..." He glanced at you "I could carry you up with me-" You quickly interrupt him "We both know I'd just slow you down," you waved him off " you go, I'll just uhh... Go back down the stairs and check carefully again." You doubted you'd find anything down there, but you knew Wanderer only offered to take you up with him as a kind gesture, you wouldn't be much help up there without the ability to fly freely.

He nodded, seemingly understanding you wordlessly, and with nothing more to say, flew directly up.

You started descending the outer stairs of the sanctuary and, sure enough, there was no more mewling to hear. You'd made it all the way down when you spotted an older lady feeding some birds at the base of the Divine Tree.

"Hello ma'am," you call out politely. It was a long shot but it wasn't like you had anything better to do while you waited, so you approach her. "Have you seen any cats running around here by any chance? Maybe following anyone going up The Divine tree?"

"Oh dear have you lost your pet young one?" The old lady asked worriedly "No I'm afraid I haven't seen anything like that... And trust me I would notice," she motioned towards the pigeons she was feeding, "all of these little fellas would have scattered quickly enough if any cat came milling about."

"Oh, I see." You said. Now you should go back up and see if Wanderer found anything, hopefully the kind old lady doesn't start telling you a story or anything of the sort because you really should get goi- "Actually, " the old lady says solemnly, interrupting your thoughts, "that does remind me of a sad little tale I heard from the locals."

Great.

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You find Wanderer where you last saw him, near the entrance of the Sanctuary of Surasthana, waiting for you.

As you approach, he tells you he found nothing, that he'd tried again and again to follow the source of the mewling, but the area was clear. "I could look for Nahida," he suggested "maybe you're right and there really are some secret passage ways, she could tell us how to access them." He belatedly notices the paper bag you were carrying.

You sigh. You don't know how much longer you can hold in the excess emotions but you do your best. Now is not the time. "Don't bother..." You say very quietly, almost whispering. "I... I figured out what's going on." You say, thinking back to the old lady's words.

You start walking back towards the sanctuary, not checking to see if he follows you. He does anyway. "Oh? Well spill it out then."

You stay silent, resolutely walking forward without looking at him.

"The suspense is killing me." He dead pans.

When you don't bother bickering back, he starts getting actually worried. "Hey... Are you ok? Did I miss something?"

You push open the sanctuary's door, still not looking at him and say: "Help me prepare the fish... I need some time to process something."

He freezes in place, eyes wide "Did- did I do something wrong- did I-" You hug him tight, with a shaky breath. "Listen to me. You did nothing wrong. Not this time." That seems to calm him enough, and he pulls back a little, staring at your face. You don't know what expression you're making right now, but he seems to steel himself and say "... Let's prepare the fish then."

The two of you work fast in a tense silence. After plating both of your meals and saving two plates for Nahida and the Traveler, you get started on your new main task.

You slice some thick pieces of fish and arrange them into a small plate. You then pour some fresh milk into a small bowl and hand both to Wanderer who looks quite lost but is following your lead without question.

You grab the brown paper bag and empty it, revealing a small gardening shovel and a wooden plank on which you quickly scribble something, then you lead him out of the sanctuary, towards a secluded spot in the courtyard and immediately get to work.

He watches as you dig with the small gardening tool, securing the wooden plank in a tight horizontal hole, and sees what was written on it's surface...

Once you're done, without prompting, Wanderer places the small offerings in front of the makeshift grave titled "Here lies the spirit of a victim, may it find peace" It's all symbolism really, but you're hoping it helps.

"...So are you going to explain what we're-"

You hold his hand and squeeze " Shh, listen."

He does, he listens intently but hear's nothing. The sanctuary's small courtyard is quiet now.

"...it stopped. It was never really here though was it." It doesn't sound like a question.

You finally release your hold on your feelings, your eyes tearing up, your body shuddering slightly, and you squeeze Wanderer's hand some more. The two of you stand there, hand in hand, staring at the grave.

"It was before Nahida took back her rightful place." You croak out. "The mahamatra never found him, they just had a few vague witness descriptions of a guy coming around these parts and grabbing the stray cats... He seemed suspicious enough that someone even tried to chase him down once." It's like your feelings gain momentum, your crying turns into sobbing, your shaking gradually intensifies. You feel his hand release yours only for his arms to wrap around your shoulders, you look away from the grave and hide your face in his neck.

You completely miss his murderous expression.

It was obviously not directed at you, and while he was still looking at the little grave, it wasn't directed at the poor dead thing either.

He was not going to let this go. He was going to find the person responsible and. They. Would. Pay.

That he swore.

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A/N: Some ... People in the genshin cn community, apparently felt so "disrespected" by a fictional character that they deemed "too rude", so they decided to dox and stalk Mihoyo employees, create forums to bash on Scaramouche/Wanderer and his writers and designers, bullied his fans, tried to pressure Mihoyo into deleting him from the game, sent his design images to some chinese authority figures as if he were a "threat to the nation", and, the cherry on top of this disgusting cake, unalived their own cats because they looked like scarameow.

Please share this information, it's what we can do to help our sisters and brothers who have to live in the same country as these freaks.

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[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Kicho's Main Story Chapter 8 Part 1

These translations are not intended as a replacement for the game. Please support cybird by buying their stories. SPOILERS under the cut. Expect mistakes.

Warning! This chapter contains scenes of violence and assault. Please read on with caution.

Kicho: "I will lower my weapon depending on your choice."

Mai: "What choice?"

Kicho: "Stay here with me like this."

Kicho: "If you do that, I'll let this guy off the hook."

Mai: "What...?"

His condition stopped me from thinking for a moment, and when I turned around to Mitsuhide, he, too, seemed surprised.

Mai: "Does that mean I'm a hostage?"

Kicho: "No. What I mean is that you'll cut your ties with the Oda army and become one of us."

Kicho: "Stay by my side, Mai."

Mai: "Even if you say that..."

(I can't just betray everyone and switch sides.)

If this was a world where there were no enemies or allies, I would probably jump into happiness.

Those words were the ones I was longing for deep in my heart, but in this situation, they sounded terribly cruel.

Mitsuhide: "Mai. Don't listen to him."

Mitsuhide: "You're the one who brings Lord Nobunaga一No, you're the one who brings luck to the Oda army."

Mitsuhide: "Even if he takes you away, even if he puts his gun down, I'll shoot."

Mai: "Mitsuhide..."

Kicho: "Take her away, huh? Could you say the same if it was her own choice?"

Kicho: "I only made concessions and gave her a choice because she asked for a compromise."

Kicho threw a glance in my direction while keeping his gun pointed at Mitsuhide.

Kicho: “It shouldn’t be a bad deal for you.”

Kicho: “Soon, this Japan will become an even greater hell. But I can protect you here.”

(Hell?)

Mai: “What do you mean by一ugh…”

(What is this? I can’t breathe.)

After staggering around in a daze, I immediately felt something blocking my throat, and I fell to my knees in a panic, unable to breathe.

Kicho & Mitsuhide: “Mai!”

(No, I can’t collapse here.)

My vision was getting dimmer and dimmer, and when I heard a single gunshot, my consciousness faded.

Mai: “Mn...”

Suddenly, I woke up.

(Where am I?)

Moving only my eyes to check, I found myself lying in an unknown room.

The dim light coming through the shoji screen showed that the time was roughly around dawn.

(I think I passed out in front of the trading post, and then一)

As I slowly sat up, trying to remember, I heard the sound of someone entering the room behind the partition.

Mitsuhide: “Mai.”

As soon as Mitsuhide saw my face, he looked a little relieved.

He then quickly came to my bedside and supported me as I tried to raise my upper body.

Mitsuhide: "You're awake. How are you feeling?"

Mai: "I'm fine. My head is a little fuzzy, but that's probably because I just woke up."

Mitsuhide: "I see. Then drink this first. It'll wake you up."

With his arm around my back, Mitsuhide handed me a glass of water with his other hand.

Mai: “Thank you.”

Mai: “Um, what on earth has happened since then?”

(If Mitsuhide is here, that means we somehow got away.)

Mai: “Is Kicho safe?”

Mitsuhide: “Are you worried about his safety?”

Mai: “That’s...Um...”

(It’s weird to worry about an enemy, but I just can’t help it.)

(At least, I hope he’s not seriously injured.)

Mitsuhide: “Don’t give me that look. I’m not accusing you of anything.”

He rubbed my back and then pulled his hand away.

Mitsuhide: “As it turns out, we never captured Kicho.”

Mitsuhide: “As soon as you collapsed, his men rushed out when they heard the commotion.”

Mitsuhide: “My vassals, hiding nearby, came out to shoot at them, but he took advantage of the confusion and disappeared.”

Mai: “I see. Then what about the trading post?”

Mitsuhide: “We took over, but there are a few strange things.”

Mitsuhide: “What the hell were those foreigners doing in the building, and what was that thing you were wearing back then?”

Mai: “Those people were the guests at the party.”

Mitsuhide: “Party? So you wore that thing to match with the guests?”

Mai: “Yes. I was wearing an outfit called a dress.”

(Come to think of it, I’m not wearing the dress anymore.)

Mai: “Did someone change my clothes while I was sleeping?”

Mitsuhide: “Yes, because it looks so uncomfortable.”

Mai: “----!”

(That means he...)

Mitsuhide: “Sorry for bursting your bubble, but I asked the innkeeper to do all the work.”

Mai: “It’s not like I’m thinking of anything!”

(I almost made a rude misunderstanding with a dangerous guy.)

Reflecting mentally, I straighten my posture on the futon.

Mai: “Thank you for everything.”

Mai: “I got sidetracked. So, did anything else strange happen?”

Mitsuhide: “I told you earlier that his subordinates came out to fight back.”

Mitsuhide: “But there were too few of them.”

Mai: “Huh?”

Mitsuhide: “I think the party was meant to attract the eyes of those around him to make it easier for the others to move around.”

Mitsuhide: "I was planning on saving you one step ahead, but maybe everything went according to that man's plan."

Mai: "What exactly is his plan?"

Mitsuhide: "You heard it right before you passed out."

Mitsuhide: "It was to make Japan even more hellish."

BOOM!

Mai: "!"

Suddenly, the sound of explosions erupted from outside.

(It doesn't sound like a normal thing. What's going on out there?)

Mitsuhide: "That sounds bad. This reminds me of something I've heard before."

I ran next to Mitsuhide as he opened the screen door to check outside.

Mai: "Oh no..."

The town, lined with houses, was burning, spewing out thick, black smoke.

Old woman: "Eeeek! What the hell are you planning to do now after coming back!?"

Old woman: "Are you going to take revenge on us after we helped you out so much in the village!?"

Boy: "............" 

Old woman: "Gyaaahhh!"

Old woman: "You, how dare you! You stupid kid!"

Boy: "I won't forgive you."

Boy: "I will never forgive you!"

Merchant: "What the hell is the matter with you people?"

Townsman: "Ha! I can do everything I want, huh? Then I'll do everything until I die."

Merchant: "Gyaaah!"

Townsman: "Ahaha! Yes, this will do."

Townsman: "I hope everyone who hurts me dies."

Kicho: "I see. So it's starting."

Subordinate 1: "It looks like everything went according to plan."

Kicho: "Not yet. What we are aiming for is still ahead. Don't let your guard down."

Subordinate 1: "Yes, sir."

Subordinate 2: "Lord Kicho, the second unit escaped from the trading post."

Subordinate 2: "There's no more evidence left in there."

Kicho: "I see. Thank you."

Subordinate 2: "And this..."

Kicho: "These are..."

Subordinate 2: "I don't know what to do with it, so I brought it with me."

His subordinate handed him the handkerchief and perfume that Mai had left in her room.

Subordinate 2: "Nobunaga's men took Lady Mai, didn't they?"

Kicho: "Yeah."

Subordinate 1: "Taking someone hostage is so cowardly!"

Kicho: "Calm down. As long as they think she's valuable, they won't hurt her."

Subordinate 1: "I understand."

Kicho: "It's time to go."

Kicho put the perfume and handkerchief in his pocket and lightly kicked the horse with his foot.

The horse whinnied and quickly galloped off into the depths of the forest.

Mitsuhide: "Mai! This way!"

Mai: "Y-Yes!"

Leaving the inn with Mitsuhide, I ran frantically through the streets that had been turned into a sea of fire, almost crushed by the crowd of confused people.

BOOM!

(Another cannon! This is the third shot.)

Following the sound of the shot, the sound of houses collapsing and screams can be heard.

Townsman 1: "Hey! The street over there has been hit!"

Townsman 2: "Where the hell are we supposed to run to?"

(This is awful. It's all messed up.)

(Who in the world did this? Oh!)

Mai: "Mitsuhide, over there!"

Mitsuhide: "----!"

I pulled Mitsuhide's sleeve and pointed to the back of the street, where we saw people carrying weapons.

Mitsuhide: "From the looks of it, they're just townspeople rioting."

Mai: "Do you think they were the ones who fired the cannon?"

Mitsuhide: "If so, why do they have cannons?"

Mitsuhide: "To begin with, the number of those weapons is unusual."

Mai: “This is bad. There’s another group over there!”

Mitsuhide: “We’re screwed if we keep getting surrounded like this. Anyway, we need to get out of this town.”

Mitsuhide: “I have my retainers and horses waiting outside, just in case. Can you ride?”

Mai: “Of course.”

Mitsuhide: “Good. Let’s go around here so we don’t run into the rioters.”

Mai: “Okay!”

Mitsuhide and I managed to escape the town and joined his vassals on a path that led us to the top of a cliff overlooking the town.

(There are way more fires burning than before.)

Mai: “This is what Kicho was talking about when he said that Japan will become even more hellish.”

Mitsuhide: “Yeah. I didn’t expect he’d let the people spread the fire he brought in.”

Mitsuhide: “If this continues, Japan will become a sea of fire.”

Mitsuhide: “Mai. Look over there.”

Mai: “That town is on fire too!”

Mitsuhide: “Yeah, that area is probably already overrun with rioters.”

Mitsuhide scowled, his voice barely audible.

Mitsuhide: “So, this is the method he came up with to keep the turbulent world going?”

Mai: “Do you know what Kicho has in mind?”

Mitsuhide: “No, just a speculation.”

Mitsuhide: “But if I were in the same position, I might have thought of it as an option.”

Mitsuhide: "What lies beyond unification is an orderly world and peace for the people, but if you turn it around, the negativity swirling in Japan will ignite."

Mitsuhide: "If that happens, a great force will equalize everything and destroy order."

Mai: "Would you choose to do it even if you knew it would result in the continued loss of precious lives?"

Mitsuhide: "Well, I don't know."

Mitsuhide: "But if you look at this tragedy, you'll see the conclusion he came to."

Mai: "..........."

I bit my lip, unable to help but nod.

I knew that the scene unfolding in front of me was an unshakable fact.

I knew that, but一

------------Flashback------------

【Despite the many sacrifices, those peaceful days were certainly meaningful.】

---------Flashback Ends---------

Kicho's gentle smile, which I felt I could see through his writing, flashed through my mind.

(Did he really want to do this?)

Mai: "There's another fire here too!"

When we went down through the mountains to the village, we found it in a terrible state as well.

(This village is where Kicho and I visited before.)

(Were they attacked by bandits again? Or is there a mob here, too? Hm?)

I spotted two small figures looking absentmindedly at the burning house from a short distance away.

Mai: "You guys are..."

Girl: "Ah..."

Boy: "Big sis."

Mitsuhide: "Mai. Do you know them?"

Mai: “Yes. When I accompanied Kicho to a business meeting, we stopped by this village and met them.”

Mai: “What’s wrong with you two? You’re both so beat up.”

I dismounted from my horse and ran to them when I saw their mud-covered clothes, but the boy shook his shoulders and stepped back.

Boy: “N-No!”

He turned his back, but I could see it.

(It’s not just mud, there’s blood on it.)

Mai: “Hey, are you hurt?”

Boy: “.............”

(Is there something going on they don’t want to tell me?)

(If that’s the case, I don’t think I should force them.)

Mai: “Let me patch you up. I’m worried about you.”

Boy: “But...”

Girl: “You know, we beat the bad guys.”

Boy: “Hey!”

The boy panicked at the girl’s words as she clasped her hands.

(Beat the bad guys?)

I had a bad feeling about it, so I looked back at Mitsuhide, who nodded and walked over to us.

Mitsuhide: “Well, that’s quite brave. But why do you look so sad?”

Boy: “I’m not sad! It’s revenge. Those people deserve to die!”

(Don’t tell me...)

I looked at the blood and the flames engulfing the village, and noticed that no one was running away.

(These kids and the villagers who mistreated them...)

Boy: "This is the right thing to do! If the bad guys are gone, my sister and I can live without hiding."

Boy: "This is the only way!"

Girl: "Big bro."

Tears began to trickle down from the boy's eyes, and perhaps triggered by this, the girl next to him also began to cry out loud.

Mai: "I see."

I held their sobbing little bodies with all the strength I could muster.

------------Flashback------------

Kicho: "They bring nothing but bad luck? Beasts in human form? What do you think you're doing with their precious life?"

Kicho: "Don't you dare f*ck with me!"

---------Flashback Ends---------

(At that time, I'm sure he was putting himself in their shoes.)

I remember Kicho through their crying faces.

(I wonder what he's thinking now after seeing this.)

(I can't stand it if he's suffering right now.)

Mai: "Mitsuhide. Take care of these kids."

Mitsuhide: "Where are you going?"

Mai: "To where Kicho is."

(He's probably over there.)

(It's gonna be okay. I vaguely remember the map.)

I left them both with Mitsuhide and mounted my horse without waiting for his reply.

(To avoid failure, don't step in recklessly, and don't act on your emotions.)

(I remember what Mitsuhide taught me to be careful as a spy.)

(But it's not me, the spy, who's on the way.)

Mitsuhide: "Mai, wait."

Mai: "I'm sorry for being selfish, even though you came to help me, but I have to go now!"

I gripped the reins and pushed forward to shake off all my fears.

(As I thought, they were all gathered here.)

Following my memory, I passed through a cave that served as a shortcut and arrived at the small harbor we once visited and saw several anchored ships.

(I need to find Kicho. Where the hell is he?)

???: "Mai?"

Mai: "Kicho!"

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I like the insecure mc with sam fic you wrote, can you do a matthew one? like incorperating the fact he cooks a lot of sweets maybe.

Yep, hope you enjoy!<3

The Most Beautiful Girl-Matthew x Female Reader

I stared at myself in the mirror. Stared at my stomach, hips and thighs. I sucked in my stomach and turned to look at myself from the side. I definitely like how this looks. But when I let my stomach rest, I felt like crap. I need to stop obsessing over how I look. I look at myself in the mirror too much. But I couldn’t help but keep coming back to examine myself, my body, what I need to work on and fix. I sighed.

“Hey, you okay?” I turned towards the voice and saw Matthew was standing in the doorway to my bedroom.

“Oh, yeah I'm okay.”

“You sure?”

“Yes. I’m okay,” I forced a smile on my face, hoping to convince him. He didn’t look fully convinced, but he didn’t push any further.

“Alright, if you say so. Anyways, dinner’s done!” He grinned.

“Okay, coming!” I looked at myself in the mirror one more time. I didn’t have an appetite right now, but I followed Matthew downstairs anyway. I sat down across from him.

“I made your favorite dessert tonight too!”

“Thanks,” I wanted to smile, but I only felt worse. He was so sweet, but he didn’t know the thought of eating anything sweet right now made me nauseous. I tilted my head down, hiding my face, and began to eat.

I managed to scarf my food down, but I still couldn’t touch the dessert. Matthew must have noticed me simply staring at it, “Is everything okay? Are you tired of that? Cause I can make something else for dessert if you want!” He offered.

“Um, no it’s okay. I’m just full right now. I’ll eat it tomorrow.” I couldn’t read the expression on his face, it made me anxious.

“Alright, I’ll handle dishes and stuff tonight, okay?” He walked over to me and left a kiss on my forehead before taking the dishes to the kitchen. Ugh, why am I being so difficult?

I went back up to my bedroom. I look towards the mirror. I tried to stop myself. I need to stop looking in the mirror. But as I thought that, my feet were already making their way towards the mirror. I stared for a long time. I can’t keep being like this. I can’t keep being myself. I grabbed my phone and looked up dieting routines online. I was so focused on it that I didn’t notice Matthew had come in until I felt his arms wrap around my waist.

“I know I keep asking but are you sure you’re alright? You seemed kinda off at dinner.” He said softly. Before I could turn my phone off, he saw my search results on my phone. “You wanna start dieting?” He asked, confused. I hesitated. There was no point in lying to him now.

I sighed, “Yes. I want to lose weight.”

“Why?”

The words slipped out before I could catch them, “Because I don’t like my body.” After I let that out, the words just kept coming, “I want to feel good about my body, I really do. I try to convince myself it’s not that big of a deal. But then I see so many girls with my body type going on diets, having intense workout routines, working to be slimmer, and trying to get the ‘ideal body.’” My eyes started to water, but I blinked the tears away, “It’s hard to feel good about my body when everywhere I look, I’m being shown that my body is not ideal and I should be working to change it. That’s why I don’t want to eat dessert. I’m just so tired of feeling shitty.”

Matthew was silent for a moment, taking in what I had said. He gently turned me around to look at him.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you felt like that. If I had known I wouldn’t have made-“

“No, you have nothing to be sorry for. You’ve done nothing but be kind and sweet to me. You always try to make me happy. I don’t even know why you’re with me, Matthew. All I’ve done lately is whine and be difficult. I don’t deserve someone like you.” I looked down, I couldn’t even look him in the eye. I felt small. Matthew stood in thought for a while before he softly smiled.

“I have an idea.”

He led me over and we both sat on the bed. He reached into his pockets and pulled out various plushies. Two of which looked like me and Matthew. He placed the plushies at the end of the bed.

“What is this, Matthew?”

“Just watch.” I looked at the toys and they started moving, like they had come to life, “I’m gonna tell you a story.” I looked at him in slight surprise before taking my attention back to the toys. “Once there was a guy named Matthew,” The Matthew plush stood front and centre and waved at me. I giggled at the sight, “After he left the demon world, he got to explore the wonders of the human world, and all it had to bring.” His plush was shown wandering and experiencing different things such as books, stores, and food. “But there was something he had yet to experience: Love. Love wasn’t a thing in the world he grew up in, he never experienced it. Until he met..” A puppet that looked like me propped up. Matthew conjured a little spotlight as well and shined it on my plush. “This girl turned Matthew’s life upside down! In the best way of course. From the day they first met, she showed Matthew kindness, letting him and his brothers live with her when they had nowhere else to go. Matthew didn’t know it yet, but from that day forward, he would never be able to get this girl out of his mind. Again, in the best way.” I laughed as I continued to watch the puppet show.

“He was attracted to her so quickly. Her kindness, her gentleness, her beauty, her independence. She was amazing! He loved being able to be close to her, he loved the person he was when he was with her. She made him feel so empowered, like he could do anything! He’d never met anyone who made him feel like that. He was 100 percent in love with her!” The plushies began reenacting all the dates Matthew and I went on. I felt a great wave of nostalgia remembering them all. Before I knew it, tears started flowing, “Even though she doesn’t feel great about her body right now, Matthew still felt her body was beautiful and didn’t need to change. She was the most gorgeous woman he ever knew. A woman he never wanted to live without. A woman he loved more than anything. And he’ll never leave her. Ever.” The two plushies hugged and I felt my heart melt. All the toys then stood in a line and bowed to me. “To the most beautiful and wonderful girl.” The toys then went limp again.

Matthew rubbed the back of his neck and blushed, “Heh, I know it’s a kinda corny but-“ I didn’t let him finish as I threw myself into his arms. I sobbed in his shoulder. I was so overwhelmed with happiness.

“T-that was beautiful, Matthew,” I sputtered out. I squeezed him tighter. Matthew hugged me back just as tight.

“I’m really glad you liked it.” He gently pulled away, but still held me as he looked at me, “If you really want to start dieting, I’ll support you. But there’s nothing wrong with your body or your size, I promise! You are gorgeous.” He reassured me again. I smiled bright before I leaned in and gave him a gentle but passionate kiss on the lips. He very happily kissed back.

“I love you, Matthew. I love you so much.”

Matthew smiled and left multiple kisses all over my face, making me giggle, “I love you too, beautiful.”

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The Exciting Chronicles of The Shapeshifter & The Eccentric Gentleman

I / II / III / IV (You're here) / V

My patience is waning

Is this entertaining?

Our patience is waning

Is this entertaining?

(Bones, Imagine Dragons)

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Number One opens the door and quietly steps inside; behind me, it shuts with a soft click. There’s grass beneath his shoes.

Scratch that, there’s grass everywhere. 

Observing his surroundings, it looks like there’s a miniature forest here. Grass seems to have grown from underneath the floorboards. Seedlings are sprouting not just from the floor but the walls as well and the sweet scent of flowers permeates the air (it’s almost nauseating). Birdsong can be heard from somewhere further in.

Directly in front of him is some kind of object that used to be a bed; now it’s more like a nest made from grass. Further beyond that is a hallway that goes right where the birdsong is coming from. Also, there’s an open balcony with a view a couple feet from the ‘nest’.

Suddenly, he felt out of place, like a snake slithering through the garden of some nobles’ garden. The analogy is almost appropriate because it makes him grin. Walking towards the hallway, he turns and finds a…creature hunched over in front of a table of food.

This…mass of grass held up by Celestia-knows-what and bones is staring at…a hot dog and some bento. It’s almost funny. Number One leaned against the wall, put on the most charming grin he could and dropped his perception filter. Just as they reach down to pick it up, he chooses that moment to make himself known.

“Golly! That sure does look tasty!” he said cheerfully. They make a choking noise. Their meal is swiftly forgotten in favor of finding out who said that, aka me.

All five eyes are on me now. Showtime.

“Greetings my delightfully eldritch fellow! I come in peace!” They open their mouth and his ears are assaulted with a freakin’ heavenly choir.

“¿noʎ ǝɹɐ ʞɔnɟ ǝɥʇ oɥM” Their voice sounds both male and female combined and angelic and demonic. Delightful.

He bowed his head in respect. “My apologies my good man-er, woman…beast? Creator. I’ll go with that. My apologies to my good creator, but I’m afraid I don’t understand you. A moment, if you will allow.”

And then he snapped his fingers. There’s a small change in the air, but only those such as myself and them could feel it. Eldy sniffs the air. “What did you-holy shit I can talk normally again!”

“Yes! Call me Number One. I’d like to discuss something much bigger than the both of us. A grave emergency that concerns not only you, but those in a similar situation,” I explain. Shaking his head, I add, “I hate to sound dramatic, but I’m telling it how it is. Though it’s not as serious as what you’re probably imagining.”

Eldy is listening intently. One goes on with his spiel. “Throughout the Imaginary Tree-yes that Imaginary Tree-” They look at me confused. “Wait, do you not know what that is? Ugh, fine. I am here to inform you that there are others like you caught in a leadership role that they have no experience in.”

When they don’t interrupt him, he continues. “After half a year of observation, I’ve declared it my intent to rescue those who’ve been thrust into more…risky scenarios. Imagine this: you wake up lying on a grassy field instead of your bed. You get your bearings when suddenly a bunch of familiar video game characters walk toward you, announce that you’re their long-lost god, and proceed to worship you like a bunch of cul-excited followers.”

“Does this sound familiar?” he asks, testing the waters.

Eldy just nods in lieu of an answer. “But that’s not where it ends. These innocent people soon realize they’re out of their depth; the Seven Nations all flock toward them in fealty. They can’t meet every demand no matter how earnest or hard-working they are. Eventually their ruse would be discovered and they’d be executed.”

He shakes his head in shame and sorrow. “There are those who are hunted down because they looked similar to their god. Some survive, and are forever traumatized for the rest of their life. These are the ones that suffer the most, the ones whose injustice I can’t stand. I wish to help them, and to do that I need your knowledge.”

There’s a tense unsureness in the air now. He knows it’s time to wrap this up. “I know we’ve only just met, but I humbly ask as a fellow being with empathy and decency for your guidance. I know that you have been looking into the multiverse in your spare time, researching this anomaly. Please, share what you know with me and I promise you that I will put a stop to this once and for all.”

Number One bows ninety degrees to hide his frown. “I know what I request sounds big, but all I need from you is to tell me what you know of the anomaly.”

///

As the door closed, Mercy had already shapeshifted. They became taller, their hair grew to waist-length and became colored white; it automatically braided itself too. Their clothing morphed into a black bodysuit with a white-gray sleeveless qipao top over it. Their boots became open-toed heels. When they looked down they found their arms were quite longer than usual.

Mercy walked over to a nearby window. What stared back was a young woman with snow white hair and pale iridescent eyes. Oh. She’s truly a beautiful specimen. Specimen? Spec-ugh, I need to stop hanging around Number Two. He’s infecting me with his diction.

“Anyway, time to pretend to stand guard and not let anyone in. Taking in Shenhe’s homicidal tendencies, she will act as the perfect deterrent,” Mercy said to themself in the disciple’s voice. 

Thus, Mercy crossed their arms and stood in front of the door with a stoic expression. They knew it wouldn’t take long for Number One to ask for permission; Mercy figured it would take approximately ten minutes. Now, how to occupy oneself? The shapeshifter tapped their foot. This shouldn’t be too difficult…

Before they realized it, they began to hum a song. “Think of these thoughts as limitless light exposing, closing circuitry of fright/Think of each moment holding this breath as death minute in decimal…”

From what they could piece together about it, the song was supposed to be about some guy who allegedly murdered his girlfriend. Then they pleaded guilty via insanity in court and were sentenced to shock therapy. The whole thing was morbid, but there was something interesting within it. Mercy kept humming it to themself. At least the beat is catchy.

Several minutes later Mercy sensed someone up ahead. Turning the corner was a pair of teenagers; one had blue hair while the other had white hair. Upon further observation, they looked to be friends; currently they were in passionate discussion about…something related to exorcisms?They were so fixated on it that they didn’t notice Mercy until White-Hair bumped into them.

“Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t see you-huh!? Aun-auntie Shenhe?” exclaimed White-Hair. He looked at“Shenhe” from head to toe like some sort of inspector. “What are-what are you doing here?”

“What do you mean? Is it not necessary for the Creator to have someone bodyguarding their quarters?” Mercy replied in an emotionless voice. 

Blue-hair looked at White-hair with a curious expression. He leaned in close to his ear and spoke in a hushed voice. “Chongyun, didn’t you say your aunt would be working at Wanmin’s while Xiangling is out?”

Chongyun grunted. “Of course! She even told me this morning herself!”

Uh-oh, better make up an excuse to cover my tracks. What was the restaurant’s owner’s name again? …Oh, right! “Mr. Mao informed me that, ‘because business was going slow for the day, I could clock out early,’. That was what he told me. I figured I deserved an early shift, so that’s what I did.”

“Oh, I see. Well then, could we possibly greet the Creator? We know that it’s currently the time they eat breakfast, but we were wondering if we could ask them a quick question,” Chongyun explained.

“It’s very important that we do!”

Chongyun gave a flat look. “Xingqiu, asking Them if they want to practice martial-arts with you is going to get us in trouble-get you in trouble!”

Xingqiu crossed his arms and looked away indignantly like someone who’d been read like an open book. “I must disagree with you my friend. I simply wish to ask! Should they deny my request, then I will take my leave with no further complaint.”

His exorcist friend put his hands on his hips, clearly unconvinced. Before he could get a word out, Mercy interjected into their conversation. 

 “No means no. I’m afraid you two will have to wait until Their Grace is finished with their meal.” Please go away now, you’re bothering me.

Xingqiu opened his mouth to try again, only for Chongyun to cover it with his hand. The latter shook his head without a word; Xingqiu sighed dejectedly and accepted the silent message. 

The young exorcist nodded to “Shenhe” before he turned around, led Xingqiu down the hall and turned the corner. Mercy counted to ten before they dropped their facade. With a sigh, they covered their face with their hands.

“That was…an experience. Gosh, I thought those two would never leave,” they muttered. Mercy wiped their palms on their pants. I wonder if Number One’s done yet. I’m not sure if I can handle being in the spotlight again… 

Crash

The almost muted sound of porcelain hitting the floor made them snap their head to the door. Just what was going on in there?

///

SEVERAL MINUTES EARLIER…

Number One and Eldy were sipping tea on the balcony.

Number One casually sipped from a teacup while sitting cross-legged in front of Eldy. “So tell me, what are your current projects? I’m excited to hear what someone as great and powerful as you has planned for this Teyvat’s future.”

“Ah, well you know. A bunch of societal reforms are currently in the works,” they replied with a shrug of their leafy coat. Geo crystalflies had gathered in their branches to rest. 

“Like what?” Number One asked curiously.

“Uh-something about banning plastics? I think-I think Neuvillette mentioned something about the waters in Fontaine being polluted the other day.” They made wild gestures in the air. “And then while having my weekly tea with Zhongli, I told him ‘no more sacrificing convicts in my name! I don’t like it!’. It took a while to convince him about it though.”

“Saving life because you think it’s precious. I can respect that.”

They shuffled their feet. “Uh, sure.

“Ah…plastic consumption. Yes, such a devilishly difficult issue to tackle…” the gentleman said thoughtfully. Another sip. “Again, I feel I must apologize for my enthusiasm earlier. I’m supposed to follow protocol, for your information, and be polite about these things. We’re rather…hm, we’re what one might call a stickler for the rules we made.”

Eldy grunted. “Well, good for you guys…”

Number one’s smile was thin. “Hm…alright. I think that’s enough pleasantries. I think it’s time you told me what you know of the SAGAU phenomenon.”

“I..what do you want me to say exactly?” Eldy said with an impatient tone. “All I know is that, back in my old world, SAGAU was nothing more than cheap isekai fanfics and cult aus. Even now, I’m still adjusting to the revelation that it was all real. I haven’t even researched whatever you were talking about-”

CRASH

Number One’s teacup fell to the floor. He was grinning, but there was no mirth in it. His voice sounded like the last strings of patience were snapping.

“Do you mean to tell me,” he said through gritted teeth. “That during these last several months, you’ve been doing nothing besides pretend to be a god, go on dates with Rex Lapis, and live as some kind of glorified pet!?”

“I-I…!” Eldy shrank into themselves like a turtle. The crystalflies sensed their owner’s anxiousness and flew out of the window. “Not…no…!”

“I grow desperate. Please tell me you know something useful. Innocent people are dying in other worlds while you are living a cushy life!” Number One said passionately. His bangs began to float to reveal yellow eyes with multiple red rings inside them.

Eldy said nothing. Instead they silently stared in awe.

////

Mercy was about to open the door when they felt the air begin to charge with energy. Behind them, they heard hurried footsteps. Several pairs of footsteps in fact. Without missing a beat, they immediately changed their form. They shrank until they were about two heads smaller than their original size.

Aw shit. They internally cringed when a hooded figure wreathed in an amber aura appeared followed by several more acolytes; his tail undulated captivatingly. Why him?

Zhongli aka Rex Lapis aka Morax strode up to them. Despite their being several crystalflies perched on his horns, it didn’t reduce the slightly oppressive presence around him. The old god stared at them in half curiosity and confusion. “Barbatos. Move aside.”

“Barbatos” opened his mouth. “Ehhh why the rush? I just finished paying a quick visit to our Emperor. Surely I didn’t intrude on anything important, it’s just breakfast after all!”

“None, but we have reason to suspect the Creator is in danger.”

“For real? Well in that case, allow me to check on them!” “Barbatos” opened the door just enough to slip through it. He gave a mischievous smile to the others before they could realize what happened. “I’ll be quick!”

SLAM

Mercy shifted back into their own form. “Number One we need to leave. Now-wait, what the hell?”

The gentleman was in front of the creator and floating above them; he was pointing at their skull-head. A chain connected his index finger with their head. Neither said anything to each other. They were just looking into each other’s eyes. It was almost creepy to look at. But Mercy shook their head; they were out of time.

“Number One!” they yelled with as much urgency they could muster. That did it. The chain abruptly snapped and retracted back into Number One’s index finger. Eldy landed on their knees. 

He stared at them with a spooked look (huh, what cool eyes he has). “Mercy?”

“Morax is here-” they began. 

Before they could explain further, the door behind them was blown off its hinges with a burst of Geo energy. The shapeshifter crashed into the gentleman and both were sent flying out and off the third floor.

/////////

A/N: Shenhe’s appearance description from wiki & Outfit

I like cliffhangers, especially the kind when they make one ask, “Oh no, they’re probably gonna get it in the next chapter!”. It makes one wonder just what sort of thing they’ll do to get out of it.

In hindsight, Number One had this preconceived image of Eldy. One could say his entire plan hinged on whether or not they knew of the SAGAU phenomenon. So what does he do when he doesn’t find what he needs? He dislikes going back empty-handed so he’ll find something else to get some usefulness out of. I’ll discuss & explore this more in the next chapter, but before I do I’d like to state that Number One cares an awful lot about others (This'll make sense later).

In fact, we’ll get to see more of that side next chapter.

Speaking of the next chapter, it’s gonna take four more days to write fyi. The reasons for this is that 1) I’m burnt out atm and need to recharge somewhat, and 2) I need to go over my research on how to write action sequences. I want this ending to have a solid enough impact and some research would greatly help.

Finally, those Crystalflies are the mvp!

Questions, comments, and critiques are welcome!

Taglist: @idkfitememate

#sagau #no beta we die like men #sagau fanfic #writer stuff #writers on tumblr #.mine #my ocs

[iiratix]

In your story about fem reader as enryu's kid

He will really get mad when his daughter get hurt when climb the tower right?

Really protective father

Imagine when a boy ask her hand in marriage or asked reader to be that boy is girlfriend and enryu was there to see what's going on

enryu will glare at the boy to the point of making the boy tremble and the reader just stood there confused because she saw the man in front of her shaking (because when the reader looked behind her Enryu's face turned friendly as usual but when the reader looked back at the boy Enryu's face turned scary again)

Enryu's face is like saying "stay away from my son, you don't deserve to be my son's partner"

Enryu doesn't want us to get a bad partner and he will be alone again without us for the second time

He knows there will be a time when we will have to get married

but the reader doesn't want to get married or in a romantic relationship because she is sad that she will leave his father "I don't want to get married if I have to leave dad because he will be lonely" Inspired from who made me a princess

And after hearing his son say that Enryu's heart was touched and smiling at his daughter

(Just imagine enryu's smile face ugh! 🗿 just frown looks handsome but when he smiling he will be more handsome oh to be reader in the story.)

Reader is friends must already know that Enryu is a very protective father towards his daughter and will do anything to make his child happy

I used to read the manhwa that MC's father was very protective of his son and was inspired by that

And the reader's friends were there to see Enryu smile. their faces look shocked seeing Enryu the rank 2 smile maybe except bam

Meanwhile, a man who falls in love with a reader can only be silent and disappointed after hearing readers say that they don't want to go into romance

I know, in your story about reader as enryu is kid there wasn't a romance because I didn't request it I did it on purpose because I want to see platonic

[🌺]

Not a request

May I have you hand in m— Ah, never mind

Reason why it's a plausible explanation to not fall for Enryu's daughter

Enryu

Read number one

Read number two

And so on, I believe myself it was canonical how he adored people that is close to him. Especially how he goes to such extent as destroying a floor upon hearing the news of that fanatic shrine. At the same time, it shows how much he gratitude a relationship that he was involved upon.

Therefore, let us make Khun the victim for today scenario. Being a family head is almost as equal as diving into a marriage life, and who else could fill in that empty spot aside from Y/n herself.

Now, Khun was known to be cunning, it was pass on throughout the blood. Alas, it was quite bold of him to fearless-ly headed straight to the lone female, that seems to be smiling cheerfully this past few days. But, words died down the moment he feels a menacing glare from the back of her.

Well, it was understandable how much he love his own daughter, but must he go to such extent as hogging her all by himself. Khun was brave, surely. But, what is he capable of in front of a high ranker that came from outside the tower? None, absolutely none.

Y/n innocently turn to look at Enryu, who switched his mask to such a gentle face. It was filled with loving and you could've swore there's some flowers petals around him. That, that alone made the group gag in disbelief, whilst Baam munching on his food.

Even Khun has was struck in disbelief. Hypocrite! He's a hypocrite towards his own daughter! When she turned to face him back, he only received a-not-so-sure-rejection. If she worry about such trivial things in his point of view, Khun will find a way to deal with that. All he ever needed, is that hypocrite father of hers blessings.

#tower of god #kami no tou #tog #tower of god x reader #khun aguero agnis #khun aa #khun #khun x reader #twenty fifth baam #25th baam #baam #𝙸𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚡™

[drewsdrearydays]

05.02.2018

I AM SO ANNOYED! I AM SO SO ANNOYED. TODAY WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MY.. never mind. Let me start at the beginning. Its just UGH. So I had just woken up and made myself a nice morning brew. When I saw Harry's update. I was so excited that I almost dropped my coffee. I mean its sad that there was a murder but it was my first real job!! How could I not be excited? I was waiting for Antonio to show up so much that he almost fell into my house because I opened the door as he was about to knock. Antonio is such a sweetheart, bless him, he thought I'd faint when I saw the body, he'd even brought me a bit of that rum him and José have for some liquid courage. Gosh was he surprised when I gave no reaction! Anyways I had no time to make a proper autopsy report because of the meeting he'd scheduled. I quickly dressed up and got to the restaurant. Yusuf was already there and motioned me over, he asked me about the body, I could barely contain my excitement as I told him about it. Almost everyone was there. June was sitting with the other women calming everyone down, she looked beautiful even while grieving. Jose also went over to help her. Akira and George were giggling about something together as usual. Mocair was hovering about. I can't seem to place him even though I'm at his bar practically every weekend. I could HEAR Erin and akeno enter from the kitchen, by that of course I mean I could hear Erin. She grumbles like one of those cars that she repairs. Akeno's cute though, he was eating a bright blue popsicle, and somehow managed to look like a child at whatever age he is, I don't know fifty?

Klaudia was there too, she came in late and for once seemed excited and interested in the meeting as well? She's not half bad I suppose. What surprised me was Sariah being there, I did not expect that. Yusuf looked a bit surprised about it too. I guess I'm not the only one with an interest in the macabre. ANYWAYS right after I had my big moment and gave my first ever opinion on a body, HARRY MATTHEWS HAD TO PIPE IN AND RUIN EVERYTHING.  What does he know about the body? Sure he discovered but does he have a degree in forensics? I THINK NOT. The scars will not part of a scuffle and were DELIBERATE. I am ready to die on that hill. And I was going to press my point but Yusuf asked me not to. He said though he trusted me completely he didnt want there to be a fight between the townsfolk at such a trying time. He's so thoughtful. Of course this meant that I had to suck it up as the townspeople murmured among themselves about my NON EXISTENT INCOMPETENCE but who cares. I know I'm right and nothing Harry says will change that. I don't know why he's lying. Perhaps... No he doesn't seem the type. Regardless Antonio thinks its a drifter, and Antonio is almost always right about things like this. All I'm saying is if there's a murder hungry drifter in town, I hope he knows where the press is.

06.02.2018

Anyway. Yusuf came over to the morgue in the afternoon because he wanted to see me do my first proper murder autopsy. I was so excited because this is my first legitimate unnatural death autopsy and I knew Yusuf was excited too. He even said that I looked really professional and cool in my scrubs. He’s always so nice. It is a pity that his spirits did not last till the end of the autopsy. He went really quiet when I removed the white sheet from the body. I hadn’t expected him to be affected by gore but he was. I showed him the stab wounds on the victim- the one’s at his heart and the others that Harry had announced were ‘accidental’. I pointed out the horizontal slash across his abdominal head and one at the back of his knee. This puzzled me to no extent. It was clear to me that the precision with which the cuts were made meant that this had to be deliberate, by why in those exact spots is still a mystery to me. Yusuf seemed really taken aback by the body. I was surprised because I didn’t expect him to be someone who can’t handle some bloody visuals. Yusuf was clearly a bit uncomfortable because of the body so we left soon after. The autopsy report is ready but I’ll give it to Antonio tomorrow. Yusuf and I went to the pub after the autopsy. Things happened there but I am too tired to elaborate on them as of now. 

[beetlebrownleaf]

#WoLiangerWeek 2022 Day 7 - Closure

Mind the content warnings. Major Endwalker spoilers.

[CW for mentions of pregnancy and suicidal ideation.]

Urianger stirred awake, quietly groaning as he wrapped more blanket around him. It was a peaceful, if gloomy morning, the rain smattering gently against the roof, dripping down the windows. In truth, Urianger wondered if it truly was raining, for his dream involved rain as well. 

More dreams. More recollections. It would seem Vesper’s memory, once again, stirred in his sleeping moments.

Is it something I’ve done?

No. There is nothing you have done.

…I miss you, Hermes.

You will forget me, in time.

Is that what you want? To be forgotten?

What I want is to have never been born. To have died before this question, this agony, had ever burned within my breast. I'm sorry. I know it isn't fair to you, Vesper, but I just wish to be left alone.

…Then I will honor that wish.

The realization sunk heavy, but not as painfully as one might expect. Like remembering not one’s own wound, but that of another - another who is long gone. 

But he wasn’t gone, was he? Not fully… Vesper was a part of Urianger. Or, perhaps, rather, the other way around. Urianger wondered: was he a lesser piece, a smaller piece, lying in wait within the soul of Vesper? A piece that would never have been seen, had the Sundering never occurred?

“Hey.”

Urianger averted his gaze to his wife, now sitting on her knees above him. She had two mugs in her hand, and he could tell from the wafting fragrance that she had brewed his favorite vanilla oolong.

“You alright?”

“I am… unsure,” he said, rising to take the mug of tea.

He looked at her, wearing a light sweater, a messy braid, and not much else. It was one of his sweaters, in fact, and it threatened to swallow her whole, but she liked to sleep in them specifically because of that. He took in the sight of her, fair and glowing in the downcast gloom, and he sighed, smiling warmly, with fondness in his tired eyes.

“I love thee,” he announced, quietly, gently.

“I love you too,” she said, settling against him.

There was not a word shared for a long moment, the two of them drinking their tea and listening to the rain. Beetle rested her hand on her belly; it was already beginning to grow heavier with child. She had not felt movement, but she had read it was much too early for that anyways. 

"You know, the book I read said the baby should already have little arms and legs by now," she said.

"Truly? How fascinating," he replied, still rather sleepy, "Perhaps the baby shalt be knocking at thy door soon."

"My 'door'?"

"Aha, that is what Moenbryda's mother called it, when the baby begins to kick and move about in the belly. She wouldst claim that Moenbryda wert 'kicking in' the door, when she carried her," he said, with a small laugh, "I pray thine experience is far more merciful."

"Yeah, well. I don't know. I can't seem to kick the tea habit - can you believe I not only have to nix alcohol, but caffeine as well? Although I read that, if I am used to caffeine, I shouldn't just cut myself off cold turkey. I'll try to wean myself off slowly. Or, hells, maybe Whoever will just be born jumpy as a frog.”

Urianger frowned, her wording rekindling his memory.

What I want is to have never been born.

Beetle could feel the change in his heartbeat as she rested up on him.

"Something the matter?" 

He sighed.

"More dreams doth plague me," he answered, "Rather revealing dreams.”

“Is it Vesper again?”

“...Yes. And Hermes.”

Beetle’s brows rose.

“You mean… Fandaniel? That Hermes?”

“Yes,” he said, “I now recall the relationship that I– that Vesper - shared with him.”

Beetle took a long, thoughtful sip of her tea.

“It ended… sadly, didn’t it?” she said, recollecting herself, “Did you - ugh, damn it, - did they ever make up? I can’t really remember.”

Urianger breathed deeply through his nose, thinking.

“It was… it was some time after the events of my dream, I believe,” he said, “Yes… but mere weeks before the Final Days.”

Beetle’s eyes widened. 

“Ohh, that’s right,” she said, “I remember thinking - rather, I remember Branwen thinking how tragic it was, after the end of it all… the world, in ruins… the souls of the Convocation changing… Hermes, he clung to you, didn’t he - he said–”

“He said he could feel his soul changing, and he worried… he worried what he may do. The way he cried…”

“Gods, and, you know,” Beetle said, sitting up, placing her mug down, “It all makes sense now… the way Venat looked at me - at Branwen - she looked like she wished she could tell her something so badly… and of course, I get it now. She knew. Gods… the way she hugged me - Branwen - the way she held onto her before we - before Vesper and Branwen were to start their journey out to the wider world… she knew she would never see her again. She’d never see the woman she loved so much again… gods. I feel like, in all the years I knew Hydaelyn, I never really knew her until I went to Elpis. And then everything made sense. She and Branwen were lovers, of a kind. The core of the group was Branwen, Vesper, Hades, and Hythlodaeus, but I… Branwen… had a special bond with Venat. And you - or, well, Vesper… gods this is confusing - had a similar bond with Hermes.”

Urianger sighed.

“I understand thy disorientation - I experience it myself, at times. There art times where I awaken from a dream, still believing I am Vesper. We art not them, and yet, we are. We are remnants of the beings known as Vesper and Branwen. Thou art a remnant of Azem.”

Beetle picked her tea back up, taking a sip as he continued:

“Always didst I feel some… some piece missing, some question unanswered regarding Vesper. I find myself wondering why it had been a mystery to me for so long, but I think, perhaps… perhaps Vesper himself buried it away. As far as he could. He was fond of Hermes; I would even go so far as to say that he loved him. But it was a neglected, unnurtured love, cut off and withered too soon… how tragic. If only Hermes had merely allowed Vesper to help him in his grief… even if this grief wert false, seeing as Meteion had not truly died, as he so believed.”

“Gods, or if he let anyone help him, for that matter. And poor Venat… the burden she carried. I understand it only too well… I have to wonder how hard a decision it must have been, to place such burdens on me, knowing how it feels on even an unsundered being… gods. I used to hate her so much at times, I used to get so angry… but of course, I see now. Did she do the right thing? I don’t know if I can say. But I can understand it now, at least.”

She took another sip, listening to the rain. Urianger was quiet, and Beetle turned to him.

“You alright?”

“Yes,” he answered, “It is… a sad feeling, knowing what I now know, but I am… content. I am at peace.”

Beetle nodded.

“Yeah. Closure is like that, I guess. Sad, but complete.”

They both looked out at the rain, separately but simultaneously likening their feelings to it. Gloomy, but peaceful. Urianger placed down his mug as he curled up around her.

“I love thee.”

Beetle began to gently scratch his scalp, eliciting a contented hum from him.

“I love you too.”

#woliangerweek #woliangerweek2022 #ew spoilers #endwalker spoilers #6.0 spoilers #6.0 #endwalker #ship: the sun and all her stars #ship: I trust you

[lys-lilac]

Lys, hey!

I got a picture of kitchen in the SWOON event featuring Kasumi. He says "You make the best food."

I have been really curious from the stories too, as he always appreciates our cooking. Since I cook really well too, think you can whip up a fanfic? And please make it a little centred towards Takado too, I love jealousy!

Hello~

I am sorry for replying so late...

Oh dear, that's really great! I didn't expect myself for her to be a great cook too seeing her cooking skills in Takado's story ^^; Sure, I will stir it up for you!

Toshiki Kasumi: MC being surprisingly a creative and great cook

Bad. The mood of the whole EICU was down in the dumps.

Past the few days, we all have been assigned with back to back surgeries, paperwork, and post-operative care. This has caused the usual banter filled space to be accompanied by silence instead. The only sound to be heard was of typing keyboard, or flipping of papers.

I release a umpteenth sigh as I turn to look around the guys from my table. They appear normal, but I know that they are tired. A change of pace was much required, but not like we can throw a random joke at the moment.

Suddenly, an idea strikes my mind amidst my filling the data of the patients. I get off my chair, and go to the on-call room.

I glance at the clock as I tie my hair into a ponytail. Hm, only 45 minutes to the evening meeting. I have got to make something fast!

I check the supplies, and find only cup noodles, some cookies, and energy drinks. With the flour, eggs, fruits, yoghurt, curry roux and oil I had brought from the convenience store earlier, I guess I will be able to cook some snacks! As I am always pumped up when I see food, I hope it relaxes them a little too. Without any further delay, I get to work.

~

The time I get out of the on call room, it's already dark outside. But I managed to get everything ready on time, so I am glad.

Hosho: MC, where did you go?

Kyogoku: Butthead, have you prepared the papers for the meeting?

Ekuni: Maybe she was sleeping?

Takado: Ugh, and now it goes again.

MC: ...

Matsunaga: Good evening chums! Ready to get started?

I turn around and see Matsunaga accompanied by Dr. Kasumi.

MC: (Ah, how can he look so handsome even after those endless surgeries? I am definitely- Wait, I have to focus on the meeting!)

Kasumi: Let's start.

The meeting goes on smoothly without any issues. As it comes to an end, I dash out of my chair and run to the on call room.

Takado: Where do you think you are going?

MC: Please, just wait for me everyone!

After a few moments, I come back to the EICU office with a large tray. And as I expected, everyone is dumbfounded.

Takado: What the...

Hosho: Did you order all this?

Ekuni: There's so much food.

Kyogoku: Not to mention, the varieties...

Matsunaga: Did you all plan a party without me?

Kasumi: ...

From what it seemed, Kasumi also was surprised. But the expression he had made me confirm this thing, he already knew that I cooked the food.

MC: I made all this!

On the tray, there was fruit salad with yoghurt, pancakes, brownies, sandwiches, spring rolls with lemonades. I placed it on the table near the sofa.

MC: Come on, let's eat!

EICU guys: ...

MC: What, are you that shocked?

Hosho comes and places a hand on my shoulder.

Hosho: It's not that. But what's the occasion?

Takado: I would rather say I didn't expect this.

Kyogoku: This is just so unlike you.

MC: Haha, no reason. I knew that we were all busy these past few days. So I just wanted to lighten the mood up!

I didn't wait, and started handing the food to each one.

MC: Aw, come on, Dr. Takado! One bite wouldn't hurt! It has a surprise inside for you too!

Takado: Uh, what?

MC: Here you go!

I shove a spring roll into his mouth.

Takado: ?!

MC: What?

Takado: Ramen... It has ramen in it...

MC: Yes! How does it taste?

Takado's lips perk up into a smile.

Takado: Not bad.

Ekuni: The brownies are also delicious...

Hosho: The sweetness of the yogurt also perfectly compliments with the slight sourness of the fruits.

Kyogoku: Although I hate to admit it, but the pancakes are so fluffy, almost as if it melts in my mouth.

Matsunaga: These sandwiches are so good!

As I happily watch them enjoying the food, the main character I wanted to see a smile on was sipping his lemonade silently.

I grab a spring roll, and take the seat beside Kasumi.

MC: Dr. Kasumi, I have also a surprise for you. Say ah?

Kasumi stares at me for a few moments. I realize that we are still at the workplace, and a tinge of red creeps my cheeks.

MC: Ah, I am sorry!

Just as I am about to withdraw my hand, Kasumi grabs it gently and eats the spring roll out of my hand. His lips slightly touch my fingers, and that is enough to send a sweet shiver down my spine.

MC: Kasumi...

Kasumi: You fed Takado earlier.

MC: What? I just shoved it in his mouth.. Wait, are you jealous?

Just as I eagerly wait to hear his answer, another voice cuts our conversation.

Kyogoku: Hey, what are you doing?

MC: ! N-nothing!

Kyogoku: Then what did you feed Kasumi?

MC: Spring roll, just a spring roll!

Kyogoku: Again going on butterin- hm?

Kasumi: ...?

We are about to banter again, but a little gasp of Kasumi stops us.

Kyogoku: What is it, Kasumi?

MC: Does it not suit your tastes?

Kasumi: It's curry flavored...

Kyogoku: What, really? Let me try one.

I hand the plate to Kyogoku. The next moment, a similar gasp leaves his mouth too.

Kyogoku: It's almost the same taste as that of my mother...

MC: Really? I am glad.

Kasumi: And it's delicious too.

A smile comes to my face seeing them happily enjoying the food. I am really glad I was able to bring some happiness to them.

Matsunaga: Ah, that was amazing, thank you for the meal MC. I am sure you are going to be a great wife someday!

MC: !

As I was sipping on my lemonade, I choke upon hearing Matsunaga's words.

MC: H-hey, no joking in the office Matsunaga...

Hosho: No, I have to agree with that.

Ekuni: Count my vote too.

Takado: Well, that's true.

Kyogoku: Fine, whatever.

MC: ...Post-op. I have to do the post-op!

Kasumi: Tsuchiya and his students are in charge of it today.

MC: What? O-oh...

Ekuni: Look at her fumble.

Hosho: Haha, she's cute.

Kyogoku: Well, no one is cuter than Kasumi.

Takado: That's not even the correct comparison. Are you calling him cute now, Kyogoku?

Kyogoku: That goes on various degrees...

As I listen to the guys talk about Kasumi, a slight whisper lands on my ears.

Kasumi: ...A little.

MC: Hm?

Kasumi: I was a little jealous.

MC: (Ah, he's being cute again!)

Kasumi: But I have to say, you make the best food.

MC: I am happy if you are.

Intertwining my fingers with his, I give it a little squeeze, and then run to clean up the table. But unknown to me, my beau's gaze is on me the whole time, with a gentle smile on his face...

~

#romance md: always on call #romance md #love 365 #voltage inc #100シーンの恋+ #100恋+ #rmd #rmd fanfics #toshiki kasumi #munechika takado #tetsuya hosho #sentaro kyogoku #kaede ekuni #eiichi matsunaga #lys's writings

[nemir]

“do you ever stop?”

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» pairing; xyx x mc

» word count: 1,107 words

» content; heavy angst, relationship problems

» an; an idea that just came to mind, and xyx seemed to fit the bill the most so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ enjoy. EDIT: Because it’s been asked multiple times now, there IS A PART TWO. It’s been out for just as long as this has. Sorry if this sounds rude, just a little frustrating that people don’t take a few seconds to look for it.

It felt like the call had been going on for ages. It seemed to feel that way most nights, as of late. Almost to the point of... not wanting to get in them, in the first place. This lingering, bitter feeling was just welling, constantly gnawing inside. Patience was beginning to shift and twist into apathy.

The night had started like any other night for the two of you; you got online more or less just as xyx was getting ready for his day. The timezone difference had taken some getting used to, but you managed somehow and things worked, mostly. You sat down with a drink and he with his coffee, and joined the private call.

He looked a little less than stellar today. Almost as if he had been up most of the night. Hair more dishevelled than usual, dark circles underneath those usually bright and sparkling sharp green eyes. Your head canted to the side, brows knitting together. "Hey? You okay?"

He shrugged a bit, "'m fine." He mumbled before taking a sip from his mug. "You alright?" He sounded a bit tense, as if anticipating a bad response.

"I mean, I'm alright I guess. Work was work." You chuckled and looked up at your monitor from over the rim of your cup. "But what else is new?"

"Tell me about it." xyx rolled his eyes, and leaned back in his chair with a sigh, thumping against the fabric.

"Oh, well-" and you started. You launched into your day at work; clients being next to impossible, unaware of how anything worked despite them being regulars, your supplier not working with the company in a way that was up to standard, co-workers being shitty for what you assumed to be no reason, your boss - UGH your boss! Promise after promise, broken. Time and time again. Near-daily reminders for things they shouldn't have to be reminded of, despite everyone making sure to remind them. It was never to any avail. "And then, to top it all off-"

"That wasn't an invitation." xyx's eyes were narrowed, a grimace tugging at his lips. He seemed - no, he was definitely annoyed. Almost frighteningly so. There was only one time you had seen him like this, and it was when he found out his client had been lying to him after nearly six months into a huge court case. You stared at the screen, one hand to your chest in shock. “I...” Your words failed you for a moment as you looked, unblinking, at xyx. “I’m.. I’m sorry. You said ‘tell me about it’, so I figured--” “Do you not listen to tone?” His words were coming off a bit more harsh than he had really intended, but he was too far gone to care anymore. He was already here. “It’s a figure of speech. I was agreeing with you, not asking you to open the bloody flood gates.” His arms crossed and his head tilted downward, but his eyes remained focused on the monitor - on you. “You didn’t even bother to ask if it was alright. Hell, you didn’t even ask me about my day.” “I ... didn’t know it bothered you that much. You usually hate it when I ask you anything like that, so I-” “Stopped asking? Stopped caring?” The words were like venom. “Doesn’t mean I never want, or need to vent.” He leaned forward onto his desk, holding his head in his hands. “I don’t give a shit about myself, you’re right. But christ, it’s annoying to hear you go on, and on, and on about yourself, all the bloody time.” You were stunned, to the point of not knowing what to say or do. You sat there, in your chair, staring at the screen - at your boyfriend who, up until now, seemed to be fine. Where did this even come from? It just happened, out of no where! “Xyx, really, if I had known, I would have asked. I wouldn’t have talked your ear off.” “But you didn’t know did you? Why’s that, I wonder?” His hand raked through his hair. “... Because I didn’t ask. I told you, I’m sorry! What can I do to make it up to you?” “For once in your life, shut the fuck up.” The words stung. They bit, and it was hard. Your blood felt like ice in your veins, and you could have sworn your heart had stopped completely. “... What?” “Just stop talking about yourself, for five fucking minutes! You’re absolutely insufferable, d’you know that? I can hardly hear myself think half the time when we talk! You just go on, and on, and on about you, and your job, and your friends and family, and your life, without ever bothering to ask other people what’s going on in their lives, with them! God, it’s infuriating!” He just wouldn’t stop. The words, the vitriol, came spewing forth like a volcano. “I never knew somebody so fucking selfish before, so ... so full of themselves before! I, of all people, should not be saying that.” Was that an attempt at humour to try and smooth things over? No, you highly doubted it. He was stating a fact. Yet still, you sat there in silence, completely frozen. You couldn’t speak, you hadn’t changed position or moved at all. You could feel the anxiety gathering in your feet, itching and urging you to flee from this situation, but you couldn’t. You were stuck right there, in that chair, at your desk, staring blankly at the man you had grown close to, and had come to love over the last few months. At least... You had thought so. Now, you weren’t so sure. All you could do was gape like a fish. “What? Finally out of things to say? There’s a fucking shocker. Seems there’s a first for everything, isn’t there?” He straightened back up, still staring at you through the screen. You could feel the hurt in his words, the way he held himself, the way he was looking at you. It was Cat, who broke the tension, with a muffled meow in the background. Xyx turned his attention away for a moment, before turning to glower back at the screen. “I’m going to work.”  --xyx has gone offline-- The call had ended so abruptly - he must have just alt-f4′d the messenger. After a pregnant pause, it hit you. Smacked you right in the face, and the tears welled in your eyes so fucking quick. You broke out into body-wracking sobs, falling forward onto your desk, burying your head into your arms. Fuck.

#blooming panic #bloomic #xyx #blooming panic xyx #angst #oneshot #xyx x reader #xyx x mc #blooming panic fanfic #:)

[uncouth-the-fifth]

Happy 100 followers🥳🥳🥳

Can you write a fic w the prompt 371 with Robin and a shy shy VERY SHY s/o??🥺🥺🥺

I like that most of your fics have an of confidence to y/n but I'd rather have her extremely shy pls

371. "You have a voice and body like an angel. I'd fuck you from behind, but then I wouldn't get to see those pretty eyes," with Damian Wayne.

ugh, i never realized that before! almost all of my readers are super confident, so i should try and mix it up more. thank you for the prompt!! happy 100 🥳 some sex pollen fun for u!

After hours of blood testing, surveillance, and fear, Damian was finally released to go home with you. Poison Ivy was officially in custody. Though Damian was confident that she hadn't dosed him fatally during their latest battle, Dick and Tim had coaxed him to take the precautionary tests anyway. Ivy’s usual toxin came up, which they had dozens of cures for in the cave. Bruce let him return home after being dosed with one, but asked that you keep an eye on him - not like you wouldn't already.

You could sense how tired Damian was. The fighting had lasted through the night, so the testing had brought you both to morning. The moment you shut the door of your apartment, you touched Damian's back. "Tell me if you feel any different, okay? I'm worried about you."

"I'm immune to hundreds of varieties of poison, beloved," Damian scoffed, shoving off his coat. He planted a soft kiss on your temple. "You don't need to worry."

"...I'll do my best," you replied, wary.

You had some things to do around the house, so you asked Damian to crash in the living room instead of the bedroom to keep him in sight. The night's events had apparently rattled him, because he twisted and turned under his blanket, grunting to himself. An hour passed with this routine. Damian would sigh and struggle to fall asleep, and you'd pause your tasks to run your fingers through his sweaty hair. He was only relaxed with his head in your lap, curling his cheek into your touch and blinking slowly at you.

"Talk to me," he murmured.

"About?"

Damian closed his eyes under your hand. "Anything. I... like your voice." He hummed to himself, brows gently furrowed, "...And your hair... your eyes..." he swallowed, "...your body."

Rendered bloodless by the compliments, you couldn't help but comply with Damian's request. It was always hard for him to fall asleep, and even harder for him to sleep well, so your heart ached for him. You talked about anything you could think of. What chores you had to do this week, how little you wanted to do them - bland things, like the dishes and clothes shopping. When you got to the part about the bras you were thinking about getting, Damian perked up.

"What kind?" He cleared his throat.

"Something cute," you shrugged. "You, um, r-ripped my favorite lace one, so I'll have to find something more durable? Something that looks just as nice."

"Mmn..." Damian's voice was thick with something dark. He sat up suddenly, turned over on his hands, and faced you on his knees. One broad palm squeezed the softest part of your thigh. “I adore you in lace,” he panted, pupils huge and black as the night sky, “the way those tiny panties wrap around your hips... I-I can’t resist myself. Just thinking about you in those cute little clothes makes me want to fuck you like an animal...”

“D-Damian!” You yelped. He’d never said anything like that to you before. Stunned words popped into your mind, but his hands caressing under your waistband made it impossible to speak.

“Say my name like that again,” he hissed. Damian crawled over you like a panther, dark and sexual. One huge hand viciously pinched your jaw and squeezed it. “You have the voice, the body of an angel - I’d fuck you from behind, but then I wouldn’t get to see those enchanting eyes.”

You braced your hands on his shoulders, nails digging into his nude back. It was embarrassing how wet you were at just a little praise. “Damian... t-the toxin, it could be—”

All the energy in the world seemed to surge into him. Damian’s plump mouth kissed and nuzzled your neck. “I took the antidote already. Don’t worry, my love.” The fingers playing with the edge of your pants suddenly plunged in, cupping your damp, clothed core and practically singing, “This is only a side effect...”

His warm tongue drew and sucked circles into your throat, which instantly melted into his touch. You should be trying to be reasonable, but the power of Damian’s voice washed over you like a spell, and the slow, methodical press of his fingertips to your clit sealed the enchantment over you. Damian had you  captured.

“Won’t you be a good girl and help your boyfriend feel better?” Damian drawled, wetting his fingers in your cunt. “I need you, Y/N... p-please, I’m so hard for you...”

He wasn’t lying. As your dance slowly reclined deeper into the cushions, you could feel his cock hardening against your leggings. Damian pulled himself out only when he knew you were watching, and pumped himself slowly, poorly, like he couldn’t bare to do it without you. Your cheeks burned with heat. You knew from experience how good Damian’s cock felt in hand, the weight of it meant for your touch and your touch alone. You drifted your fingers around him and Damian mewled, thrusting so hard into your touch that his sweatpants fell around his legs.

“C’mere,” you relented, and Damian crashed his lips so deeply to yours that it flattened you to the couch.

He tore down your leggings so you could wrap your legs around his middle. Damian pulled your bodies flush and curved his back, giving you both room to enjoy how you jerked the other off. With a throaty moan against your tongue, Damian sawed his cock between your folds and into your fingers, wetting the fabric of your panties. A boiling wave of heat locked your legs in place. Madly, Damian rolled his thumb around your clit, his voice keening into your ear with every circle, “So fucking beautiful... So fucking good for me...”

His enthusiasm made you desperate. Spitting a foamy circle of drool into your palm, you coated Damian’s sensitive shaft and lathered him as best you could. Damian’s jittery hips did most of the work, bucking his cock into the soft, sticky tunnel of your hand. You kissed like you were fighting, biting at the other’s lips and claiming each other's mouths with wide swipes of your tongues.

If you upped your pace, Damian would meet it. When you pumped him faster, Damian snapped your panties to the side and melted his fingers inside you. That was as coherent as the touching got. Everything else was primal instinct, wanting to touch and wanting to be touched. Damian’s free hand caressed your belly, grabbed your thighs, groped your breasts through your shirt, spasming for every inch of skin it could find. His mouth was the same, wildly claiming your moans until his lungs burned.

You came together, laboring for breath and trembling from head to toe. Damian pushed your shirt over your belly and came across it with unrestrained bliss, and you squeezed around his fingers, wound up like a toy box until Damian set you free.

But just as soon as his fingers drew away from your cunt, they closed around your thighs, pushing your knees against your chest and spreading your legs for him. The toxin’s side-effects had a greater hold on him than you thought - Damian was still rock hard, his girthy, wet tip playing with your pulsing folds.

Before he filled you, Damian uttered a single low order: 

“Moan for me.”

#damian wayne/you #damian wayne/reader #damian wayne x you #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne smut #damian wayne x reader smut #damian wayne #user uncouth

[another-stark-sub]

“Are you in love with him?” - Tony Stark Imagine

Notes: I wrote and editted this in two hours instead of going over my notes. Was gonna be spicy fluffy but it just turned into fluffy, and one of the lines/paragraphs (smth like that i dont remember how long that segment was) is based on/inspired by a fanfic on ao3 I bookmarked. I think it’s debt-free, but I could be wrong.  Anyway, I hope you enjoy, and I’m so sorry im not on here more oftennnnn

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“Of course I am. He’s Tony Stark.” You sighed, a weight finally lifted off your chest. “Who isn’t in love with him?”

Bruce blinked a few times, the confusion evident on his face. “Then, why don’t you tell him?”

You scoffed. These geniuses think they know everything, but they couldn’t see what was glaringly obvious to you. “He’s Tony Stark.”

The perplexed expression didn’t disappear from your friend’s expression. So, you explained further, “It’s already a privilege, beyond that really, to be talking to you, to any Avenger. To work with any of you is an honor, and to be friends with you” -you laughed- “it shouldn’t even be possible for someone like me.”

“Don’t say that. You’re amazing, too.” 

You tried to find any tick, any clue that he was lying. But Bruce seemed to really believe this. “I know I’m amazing.” You shrugged. “I’m great. I love and I care deeply, and I have a stable job. I have a place for myself, and I take care of myself.” You clicked your tongue. “However, you all, all  you Avengers… Forget out of my league, more like off planet.

“And Tony? He said it himself. Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. Add superhero, figurehead, public figure, ex-CEO, and savior of the universe. Bruce, I have confidence in myself, but Tony is something else entirely. No one is worthy of him or his affections unless they’re a god or another Avenger.”

It was hard to keep up with the statistical analysis you were trying to run. The literal one on your hologram and the one keeping your view of Tony in check. So, defeated, you sighed and leaned back in your chair. 

Bruce closed his own work and stood across the lab bench. “Weirdly enough, I’m sure none of us Avengers think that way.” After a few taps of his pen against his palm, he added, “Aren’t there fans making posts about you, too? Tony showed me the, uh, Instagram videos.”

You laughed. “Fan edits don’t make an Avenger. Saving the world does.”

He shrugged. “You help us save the world.”

“From inside Avengers Tower on a computer.” You took a deep breath. “Look, Bruce, I appreciate what you’re trying to do. But, I’m not telling him.” You shrugged and brought your statistical analysis back up.

You knew your own worth. You were worthy of an amazing partner and person. Tony Stark, though, was easy beyond that. You had accepted it soon after you realized your own feelings, and while they haven’t dwindled, you knew it was for the best. 

~ - ~

Tony had never resorted to this before. It was never a question of his ability to code. In the past, it was because he didn’t need a program or an AI to do it for him. He could always tell if someone was into him. He knew when Pepper was into him. The moment Rhodey gazed at him back in their MIT days. Every single reporter and heiress and model he slept with, he knew when their thoughts turned sexual or romantic. 

You, though. With you, he couldn’t fucking tell, and he knew it was because of his own feelings. Tony felt intensely for people before. Pepper, Rhodey, that one reporter all those years ago. However, with you, it wasn’t just that fluttery feeling in his gut or the immediate smile he can’t seem to stop when he sees you. It was the comfort he felt when he heard your voice or the softness he could feel in his heart when he saw a picture of you. 

It was like his entire life was full of panic, never resting, never stopping. But when you entered his life with a gentle smile and a quick wit, it felt like he could finally breathe. 

It was addicting. 

“Sir, I have the calculations.”

“Hit me.”

“Speech diagnostics of you and of Ms. (Y/l/n) are similar. Whenever you speak of her, 79.4% is positive and 18.8% is neutral. Ms. (Y/l/n) has  78.9% positive and 17.2% neutral dialogue regarding you. When she speaks of you, her heartrate increases by 4.6%, and similarly, yours increases by 4.1%. When speaking to each other, heartrate initially increases by 7%.”

Tony nodded. “How does this compare to other Avengers? I gush about Banner like a teenager.”

“Well, sir, while you and Ms. (Y/l/n) have high positive dialogue about other Avengers, all of them have at least a 10% decrease compared to each other. And heartrate varies depending on the topic of conversation.”

Tony snapped his fingers. “Am I excluding all non-super friends? Include any agents, co-workers. Pep isn’t an Avenger after all.”

Friday took two seconds and responded. “You and Ms. (Y/l/n) have a significant difference in speech diagnostics when talking about or to each other compared to any other Avenger, co-worker, and friend.”

When Tony remained quiet, Friday added, “Do you want me to repeat the results?”

“You don’t need to, Friday.”

“But you’re not doing anything with the new information. Would you like me to save these findings?”

“Friday,” Tony warned. 

There was silence as the love-wrecked scientist pressed his fist between his brows. Data and cold hard facts said yes, but was it right?

“Sir?”

“Yes, Fri?”

“Would you like me to play examples for you?”

He blinked. “Examples?”

“Yes. Of you and her talking about each other positively.”

It was an invasion of privacy. Tony shouldn’t. 

“Play examples.”

Before his rational mind could tell Friday no. 

“Are you in love with him?”

Tony’s eyes widened. This was too private. It might not even be about him.”Friday-”

“Of course I am.”

“-stop playback.”

“He’s Tony Sta-”

“Playback stopped.”

Tony scrambled. “What? No, wait, go back. Play it.” Screw rational. You knew he was a narcissist. You wouldn’t expect him to hear that and stop. 

“He’s Tony Stark. Who isn’t in love with him?”

“Then, why don’t you tell him?”

“... He’s Tony Stark.”

Tony started to fiddle with something on his desk. “What does that mean?”

Friday answered, “Dr. Banner asked her if she loved you, and she said yes. This means that she’s in love with you.”

Why did he program Friday like this? “I know that. I mean, those two lines. Why does me being Tony Stark stop her from saying something?” Was it the attention? Did you want some sort of normal life away from cameras and international gossip? Maybe it was the Avenging. Having a partner who was always out risking death wasn’t ideal. 

Sure, you could be in love with him. But you couldn’t be with him. 

“Maybe you should ask her.”

There were celebrities who were able to live normal lives. Some paid to have prosthetics for going outside of moved to a remote country to get out of the spotlight. He thrived off attention, but he could give that up. Avenging, he couldn’t give that up, but maybe he could cut back. Take a mission a month instead of one a week. Or maybe take more digital missions. He wasn’t just Iron Man after all. He was a genius, could hack into the Pentagon if he really wanted to. 

“Yeah,” he said. “Maybe I could talk to her.”

~ - ~

The moment you put your bag down on your lab table, Tony said, “You’re gonna be mad.”

You narrowed your brows. “What did you do?” You pressed your palm to your chest. “Oh my god, Peter overwrote my data, didn’t he? Ugh, I know he said he’s great at managing holograms, but really, Tone, you should’ve given him a tutorial before giving him access.” You brought up your holograms to check your data and analysis. 

“That’s not it.” Tony stood next to you as you looked through your files. “I did something that invaded your privacy.”

You tilted your head. Closing the holograms, you took a deep breath and slowly asked, “How?”

Tony flashed an embarrassed grin before sighing. “You’re gonna be shocked, too, so prepare yourself.”

You did not know where this was going at all. What horrible thing could Tony have done? Steeling yourself, you took a deep breath and nodded at him to continue. 

Tony cleared his throat. “Usually, I can tell when someone has feelings for me. People are obvious about it, but you? You aren’t. So, I had Friday do some analysis on our speech patterns. Me, being in love with you, was one of my controls. You and your dialogue regarding me was the main variable. 

“Long story short, I accessed some audio of you and Bruce talking, and you said that you loved me but could never tell me.” He glanced at you. “So that’s why I need to apologize.” 

Your expression didn’t change. No, that wasn’t it. You, at first, looked confused. Now, there was just nothing. No expression. No wrinkled brow in anger of flushed cheeks in embarrassment. Nothing. 

Tony blinked. “You can shout at me now. If you were confused about when to shout at me.”

You licked your lips before taking a deep breath. “Ok, that was a lot.” You pursed your lips then opened it. But, you couldn’t really think of anything to say. You didn’t even know how to feel. “So you know that I” -you pointed at yourself and then at him- “and that I didn’t wanna tell you.” You shook your head. “Wait, do you know why I didn’t want to tell you?”

A broken scoff left Tony’s lips. “Yeah. I’m a mess.”

It was your turn to scoff. “Wait, you’re a mess? That’s why you think I don’t want to tell you?”

“Among other reasons?”

Other reasons? 

You crossed your arms. “Ok, what other reasons?”

Tony looked offended. Still, he listed, “I’m surrounded by cameras, and everyone wants some privacy. Can’t get it if you’re with me. Then, there’s the Iron Man of it all. I went into a wormhole with a nuke. That was also all over the news. Then, there’s the whole daddy issues thing. I’m working on it, but it takes a while-”

He rambled on and on, listing reason after reason, and with each one, you felt tears well up in your eyes. It was a weird mix of heartbreaking, confusing, and enraging. The emotions built up slowly with each word that left his mouth, overwhelming you to the point that you couldn’t even say how it happened. 

But, as Tony paced and talked so horribly about himself, you somehow ended up in front of him with your hands on his cheeks. 

You only realized it when Tony stopped talking and when his breath touched your lips. “What?” he asked. 

You didn’t answer. You kissed him instead. 

It was a hard press of  your lips against his. It was short, and it wasn’t much. 

But by the way Tony gripped the back of your neck and pulled you back for another kiss, you’d think it was his first kiss. You knew it wasn’t. Not just because you knew he had kissed all sorts of people before you, but because he somehow knew how to make you gasp and melt into him. 

While one hand kept you steady, the other trailed down your back and pulled you closer to him. His lips moved fluidly against yours, pushing and pulling, and everytime he moved back, you chased his lips to continue the kiss, because the softness, the passion, the fact it was finally happening, was all too good. You didn’t want it to stop.

Your hands started to move. For someone so rich, his t-shirt was rough when you twisted it between your fingers and pulled it to you. Slowly, you trailed your fingers along the side of his neck. You rubbed your thumb along his pulse point, a reminder that this was indeed real. You were kissing Tony Stark, and- He was pulling away again.

Desperate, you leaned forward, reached around to hold onto his shoulder, and kissed the side of his neck. 

He let out a breathy laugh, and before you could suck on his skin, his stubble scratched your cheek. 

You looked up at him and giggled when his nose bumped into yours. When your giggles turned into a smile, he kissed you again, a soft and short kiss, before leaning his forehead against yours. 

His thumbs rubbed circles into your waist as you lightly scratched the back of his neck. He didn’t say anything. In fact, he seemed busy gazing at you.

“Speechless, Stark?” you teased. 

He laughed. For a few seconds, he just gazed at you, seeming to prove your point. Tony’s hand began to wander, from stroking your cheek to pushing back your hair. “More confused.”

Remembering why you interrupted him, you brought your hands to his cheeks again and held him there so he couldn’t look away from you. “You are amazing, Tony. That’s the reason I didn’t want to tell you.” You shrugged. “You’re too good for me.”

His fidgeting stopped. “Well, that’s not true.”

“Tony, you’re an Avenger.”

“Technically, you are also an Avenger.”

“You’re a genius.”

“Who can’t cook scrambled eggs.”

“You literally saved the universe.”

“After producing weapons of mass destruction for decades.”

You glared at him. 

He glared back. Then, he fought back. “I don’t plan on retiring.”

“Wouldn’t want you to.”

“I have severe PTSD, anxiety, maybe ADHD, all mixed with trauma galore.”

“And I will learn to help you.”

“I couldn’t give you a normal life.”

“I’d rather have you anyway.”

He opened his mouth, but you instead told him, “I’d rather have you than anything. As long as, well, for as long as  you’ll have me.”

He raised his eyebrow. “You sure about that?”

“Positive.”

Tony shook his head with a smile. “Cause, I’d rather have you for, well, how does til you get tired of me sound?”

You laughed. “Won’t happen. But, sure.” You kissed him again.You would’ve kept going, but there was something to settle first.  “By the way, Tony?”

“Yeah?”

“Is Friday recording right now?”

“Friday records everything. It’s in the contract.”

Friday added, “I record everything that happens in the tower.”

“Ok.” You could work with that. “I’ll forgive you for the invasion of privacy.”

Tony beamed, and you couldn’t help your own smile when he did. Still, you continued, “On one condition.” Your own smile turned devious. “I want evidence that Star Spangled Banner took my ice cream.”

Tony burst out laughing. He kissed you again, a deep kiss, and when he was done, he mumbled, “God, I love you,” against your lips.

#tony stark x reader #tony stark imagine #tony stark oneshot #tony stark #mcu x reader #mcu imagine #mcu oneshot #tony stark fluff #im so sorry im not on here oftennnnnnnnnnnn #dentla schools too busy and i dont wike it #thats not true i do like it its just busy and stressful and doesnt give me time to write #and smut takes me longer to write than fluff #so i can only write fluff rnnnnnn #anyway i miss you all #love you all #hope the universe treats you welllll

[im-in-vin-ci-ble]

Hello~ Can I request a Mark x fem reader who’s a lot like starfire and is very Powerful close to omni man and is also an alien princess but she lives on earth and they go to the same school and she’s also a solo hero who one day sees invincible fighting off a tough villain with the teenteam but is losing so she steps in to help and he recognizes her and starts getting all nervous since he has a crush on her and then after that they introduce themselves get to know each other and eventually work they’re way up to mark confessing and she says yes :3

(If possible can it be a slow burn im a sucker for slow burn tropes and stuff 😤)

A/N: I gotchu, this bout to be a lil long 😮‍💨 making the fem!reader a little more human, figured since she’s in an actual school for humans she’d need to adapt to the humor/culture so she doesn’t get suspicious

Pairing: Mark Grayson x Fem!Reader

Rating: M, some swearing and gross monster guts

Warnings: N/A

Summary: Mark is finally joined in battle by an alien princess who has caught his attention. Turns out she goes to the same high school, and if he can throw around 150-pound monsters across the street, surely he can confess his true feelings to a girl... right?

"Are you fucking kidding me right now?!" Rex Splode yelled as he wobbled up off the ground. "We've been on this thing for hours and it only has one damn cut!"

"Calm down Rex," Atom Eve said from behind, "You're gonna get even more tired from yelling."

The two watched as Dupli-Kate attempted to distract the scaly kaiju, replicating herself second after second to give space for Invincible to hit the monster by surprise. The kaiju's screech echoed throughout the city and shook the foundations of the surrounding buildings, forcing Rex, Atom Eve and Robot to move aside and save however many civilians they could.

"Invincible," Dupli-Kate shouted, "I can't keep up much longer!"

A sonic boom overcame the surrounding noise and Invincible appeared from the clouds. Dropping in at maximum speed, the young superhero balled his hand into a fist and took a deep breath. A loud battle cry escaped his mouth but it was cut short as the kaiju's heavy arm slapped him away just in time, throwing him through destroyed buildings until he landed on the pavement.

Out of breath, dizzy, and in a serious amount of pain, Invincible laid on the broken road for a second to regain his strength. The wind softly blew down on him as he focused his sight on a contrail leading towards him, and he watched as a girl in purple land right next to him.

She bent down and held him upright, "Invincible, are you okay?"

"Mmhmm," Invincible croaked with a defeated smile, "Totally fine."

His sight reverted back to normal and the first face he saw shocked him alive. It was her. They never talked in school and he was almost sure she didn't know his real name, but here she was, basically cradling him in her arms and calling him Invincible.

So she knows who I am. At least with the suit.

"Come on, that kaiju is about to be destroy the entire city," she said, helping him get back on his feet and flying away to the seemingly unbeatable figure.

He huffed, "Stay cool, Mark. She's here to help," and he followed suit.

This marked the first time he really interacted with the new superhero; he'd only ever see her on TV or read about how she saved people on the newspaper. He'd be lying if he said he didn't find her attractive — as do most guys his age — but watching her blast the kaiju with the green bursts of energy from her hands made her only even more appealing.

Invincible regrouped with the rest of the Teen Team. "I don't know what else we can do to this thing," Atom Eve admitted.

"I do," the girl spoke up. "Distract it as best as you can but stay far away from the stomach. When I tell you to take cover, make a run for it."

Robot replied, "That seems highly dangerous."

"Let's do it," Invincible quickly replied in a high-pitched voice.

Everyone looked over at him, surprised at the sudden change in his voice and just how fast he reacted in agreement. 

"Uh, it's a good plan," he nodded, causing the girl to shoot a warm smile his way. "I definitely think we should do it... if all of you... uh, think, we should."

Exhausted and out of options, the rest of the group followed her orders and took different corners of the monster. Dupli-Kate handled one leg, Rex Splode handled the other, Robot and Atom Eve took the arms, and Invincible went back to the head. The kaiju struggled to keep its focus on just one of the heroes, and while it remained preoccupied, the girl absorbed all the energy she could muster and flew straight for the stomach.

"Take cover, now!"

Invincible and the Teen Team moved away and they watched as the flying hero's eyes opened in a bright shade of neon green, both her arms extended out as a large ball of green formed around her hands. The rays exploded right through the kaiju and it shrieked in pain as she briefly disappeared into the stomach. The kaiju lost balance and slowly fell forward as the girl, her eyes still green, appeared on the other side and harshly fell down on the ground.

The kaiju landed on the street with a loud boom and the group ran towards the girl who was now covered in parts of the kaiju's digestive system.

"Okay, that's kinda gross," Rex Splode commented, to which Dupli-Kate quickly responded, "Shut up."

Invincible dropped down on his knees and wiped the blood and guts off her face. Subtly admiring her facial features up close, he couldn't believe (and almost felt stupid) that he never recognized her despite the fact that he almost saw her everyday.

The girl groaned in agony softly shook her head, her eyes fluttering open to the sight of Invincible's dark hair, goggles and yellow mask.

"Hey, hey," he whispered, "Are you alright?"

She sat up and hissed at her injuries, holding her head with her bloody hand. "Mmhmm," she gently nodded with a half smile, her eye one still shut. "Totally fine."

---

Mark had a hard time focusing on school. His body ached from yesterday's injuries and he suffered a few bruises from literally tearing through buildings. He made his way to his locker and rested his head on the metal door, dreading the fact that he still has an entire afternoon of classes to go. Closing his eyes in hopes to quickly recharge, his moment of peace was disrupted when a shoulder rammed into his chest and several books landed right on his toe.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry," a voice exclaimed.

Mark's head snapped up at the sound of the voice. It's her. He momentarily froze and watched the girl bend down to pick up her things, and when he finally regained movement a split second later, he also bent down to help her out. He kept quiet as he tried to think of the coolest possible response to make her think that he was actually the coolest guy in school, but all he could think of was how heavenly and badass she looked yesterday.

"Thanks," she said as he handed her the book. "I hope your foot doesn't bruise."

They both stood up and he shot her a nervous smile. "T-totally fine," he replied, clearing his throat afterwards.

She crossed her brows at his response and nodded, and a look of suspicion replaced her worried demeanor.

"I'm Mark, by the way," he cleared his throat again and reached out his hand, "Grayson."

"Mark... Grayson, huh?" she responded, scanning his face as her suspicion grew. Her eyes finally landed on the hand that was waiting, and she took one last look into his eyes before deciding to shake it. "I'm Y/N," she introduced herself with a skeptical smile, feeling his sweaty palm wrapped around hers. "I'll see you around, Mark Grayson."

She walked away and Mark's eyes followed her trail as far as he could see. He quickly pulled out his phone to send a text to Eve, who was actually watching their interaction a few classrooms down.

"Mark," Eve called out as she moved towards him. “So I’m assuming...”

"You knew?” he asked her in disbelief. “Why didn't you tell me Y/N was a superhero? I just introduced myself to her as Mark Grayson and I'm almost positive she knows I'm Invincible."

"First off, it's not my secret tell," she answered with a shrug. "Second, you guys didn’t trade secrets or whatever?”

Mark shook his head in a panic, "No, but I'm guessing she also knows that I know her secret the same way I know she knows my secret." He rested his forehead on the locker door once again and groaned, "Ugh, I'm so into her, it isn't even funny. And this whole superhero thing just made it even more awkward."

Eve laughed, "Look, I'm not going to force her to tell you if she isn't up for it, but if you want, I can ask her to hang out with us later. Maybe — emphasis on maybe — my presence will make her comfortable enough to admit who she is."

"Okay, okay," he sighed, turning around to rest the back of his head. "My insides are dying."

"After the kaiju yesterday, be thankful you don't mean that in a literal sense."

---

Where in the hell is Eve?

Mark pulled out his phone for the third time in 10 minutes. Still no call or response from Eve to his text. He was getting evidently nervous; his palms were sweaty again and it felt like someone turned up the heat in Burger Mart. His left leg jerked up and down in anxiety as he stared at his phone, looking at the seconds on the clock icon tick by. If he were left alone with Y/N, he'd have no idea what to say. What does she like? Should I bring up the kaiju yesterday and praise Invincible? No, she'll just think I'm full of myself.

"Hey Mark."

He jolted and saw Y/N standing by the corner of the booth. "Hi!" he replied in that irritatingly high-pitched voice. Mark's heart began to race and the thoughts in his head ran wild. "Um... Have a seat. Sorry Eve isn't here yet, she actually hasn't answered my calls or my messages. Teenage girls, huh? What can you do?"

She crossed her brows again and chuckled, "That's fine, we can wait for Eve. But I think I'm more concerned about you."

"What do you mean?"

Y/N chuckled again, "You seem... nervous.”

He faked an obnoxiously loud laugh, “Me? Nervous?”

She watched him from across the table in silence, waiting for him to regain his composure.

When Mark couldn’t hear Y/N laughing with him, he finally shut up and shook his head. “Yeah, I am nervous, sorry,” he admitted, shutting his eyes tight. 

She giggled, “Totally fine.”

Hearing her say those two words calmed his racing heartbeat. A smile crept on his face and she reciprocated, their eyes locking for a few seconds before both their phones buzzed.

“Oh, I just got a text from Eve,” Mark said. 

“Me too.” She opened the message and began to read it out loud, “Sorry, can’t make it tonight. Something came up.”

“Have fun, you two,” he followed, his voice faltering. He placed his phone, screen down this time, back on the table and sighed, “Sorry, guess you’re stuck with me. That is, if you do want to stay and... hang out, and stuff.”

"Why wouldn’t I?” she replied, her warm smile easing Mark back into a relaxed state. “It’s nice to have a friend who...” she trailed off, “understands.”

“Understands what?” he asked.

“This thing people like us call life,” she answered. “You know, it took me a long time to acclimate here. I didn’t think I ever would, then I met friends who made this place feel like home. And home is a feeling I hadn’t felt in a really long time.”

Mark rested his elbows on the table and leaned in closer, “Well, I’m always here. You know, a-as a friend... or an acquaintance, even. I don’t, I don’t want to push it.”

Y/N giggled again, “You’re a funny man, Mark Grayson. This planet is lucky to have someone like you.” She reached out and held his hand, “And I’m even luckier to have you as a friend, or an acquaintance.” 

He felt the heat rush to his face and he could swear his heart nearly jumped out of his chest. The afternoon flew by in a hurry as they engaged in lengthy conversations, fatty fast food, and childhood stories. While Mark was open to sharing every tiny detail — down to the color of the bleachers at the park where he played little league — Y/N kept hers pretty vague, leaving out descriptions of family members and even the places where these stories happened. 

Mark’s phone buzzed again, but the vibrating pattern indicated it was a phone call. He turned the screen over and saw the unknown number; it was time to suit up.

“Shit, I’m sorry Y/N, but I need to go,” he said in a rush. “I have a... uh, an emergency.”

You couldn’t have thought of anything more specific?

“It’s cool. Um, don’t worry about it,” she said, shaking her head with her eyes glued to the vibrating phone. 

Mark’s one leg was already out the booth before he decided to finally just go for it. Sitting back down with his now quiet phone in his hands, he took a deep breath.

“Y/N, I think you’re really cool. Can I maybe, like, call you sometime, or something?”

Her lips formed into smile that extended to her eyes, and it was enough for Mark to melt a little. “Of course. Yeah, sure,” she replied in excitement and typed down her number on his phone. She handed it back, “Now you know how to reach me if you’re getting your ass whooped again.”

His mouth fell open as his shaky hands grabbed his phone. “Wait—”

She smoothly slid out of the booth, “See you later, Invincible,” she winked, “Don’t get killed today.”

---

Luckily for Mark, no one got killed today. Maybe a few wounds here and there, but nothing painful enough that will land him in the GDA hospital. After spending an hour in the shower, he finally managed to lie down on his bed and rest his body. He sank into the mattress and closed his eyes, taking in the seconds of undisturbed peace that have become rare moments since he got his powers. 

As he replayed the events of today’s fights in his head, his mind drifted off to the hours he spent with Y/N. He pulled out his phone and mustered the courage to press the dial button, and the repeating sound of the ringing was making his pulse race. 

“Hello?”

“Oh good, you didn’t die today.”

Mark chuckled and sandwiched his hand between his head and the pillow. “It wasn’t that bad today, just took a few hits,” he explained. “So listen, Y/N, I was wondering, uh—”

She cut him off, “What are you doing right now?”

“What?”

“What are you doing right now?” she repeated.

“Um, nothing, just getting some rest” he sat up and looked around. “Why?”

“If you’re not too tired, do you maybe...”

Mark smiled, “Maybe...?”

“I don’t know, sneak out? My roof is pretty comfortable.”

Silently fist pumping, he fully stood up and nodded, “Text me the address.”

Just as quietly as he exited his room via the window, he softly landed on Y/N’s roof. Swiftly flying up and greeting him, she took the place next to him and crossed her legs. 

“You’re right, your roof is pretty comfortable,” Mark said.

She chuckled at his remark then noticed a gash by his right temple. Her brows furrowed in worry, “You have a wound,” she said, making sure not to touch it.

“Don’t worry about it,” he replied, softly holding her hand and placing it back down with his. “Totally fine.”

Those words brought her some sense of comfort as her eyes softened, causing her to unconsciously squeeze his hand. Mark’s eyes widened and he looked down at their tangled fingers, frozen for a moment.

“Is this... okay with you?” he asked.

She nodded. “Wanna lie down? Since my roof is so comfortable?” she asked with a smirk.

“Sure,” Mark chuckled, removing his hand from her’s and stretching his arm out as they lied down. Y/N rested her head on his shoulder, keeping her eyes up at the stars.

“Hey Mark?”

“Yeah?”

A moment of silence.

“Thank you for coming.”

He looked down at her as she met his eyes, “You’re welcome.” 

The two shared a smile, and Mark took a deep breath as he prepared himself for the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

It’s now or never, Mark. Now or never.

“Watching you kick ass yesterday was... really a sight to see,” he began. “You’re powerful and strong, but more importantly, brave. And you’re so fucking beautiful and kind and smart and...” Mark trailed off, sighing, “I never thought I would be in this position — with you next to me in a very comfortable rooftop under the stars.”

“Mark...”

“And I really like you. Like, really, really like you.”

“Mark.”

“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, but I just wanted to let you know. It’s important that you know—”

“Mark,” she cut him off. “I like you too. A lot.”

He breathed a sigh of relief and covered his eyes with his free hand. “Oh thank god. Thank god!” he exclaimed.

Y/N shushed him, “You’re gonna wake up the neighborhood, Invincible.”

“Sorry,” he giggled quietly, “I got excited.”

She laughed and faced her body towards him. They locked eyes again, and Mark didn’t know if it was gravity or just the adrenaline that pushed him, but he finally leaned down and met her lips. Static ran through his body as he deepened the kiss, and he felt an excitement that was even more exhilarating than the first time he flew.

She pulled away and Mark ran his hand through her hair, resting his hand on her cheek. “How was that?” he asked.

She smiled gently and placed her hand over his, “Totally fine.”

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