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stuff-from-the-void-matron · 3 years

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Laurel Wreaths & Animal Teeth (9)

(c!technoblade x fem!reader)

(so people showed they liked chapter 8 well enough so I wrote chapter 9! also how miffed would everyone be if... this was also maybe a dreamxd x reader fic? like idk i’m just having some persuasive thoughts. also don’t forget to show this chapter some love or I won’t have the motivation to do chapter 10! reblogs and comments are the best! <3)

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Wilbur did not like this ‘Reader’ person. God she was just as bad as Quackity, coming into L’manberg and making demands and acting like they even HAD a say in HIS country. Now more than ever he wished he’d have just exiled Quackity instead of humoring him with this ridiculous election. There shouldn’t BE an election. HE was the rightful president of this country! He fought and died for this country. Put his blood, sweat, and tears into it! HIM! Not them!

“-ur?”

This whole election thing was a mistake. He should have just listened to his gut.

“ilbur?”

But he’d been pressured by everyone to ‘be fair’ or whatever. Nobody knew what was best for L’manberg but HIM.

“Wilbur!”

The curly brunet jolted a bit at the sudden shout to his left, he blinked and felt himself unfurrow his eyebrows before looking over at his vice president. Said teenager was looking at him curiously, eyebrows raised in a questioning way. No doubt wondering what his friend was doing just standing there silently and chewing on his thumbnail like a madman. He was still tense but gave a quick ‘sorry’ before saying he was just lost in thought.

Tommy gave a semi awkward laugh and joked that it looked like he was trying to catch the wall he was staring at on fire just by staring at it. Wilbur gave a polite chuckle at the younger man’s attempt at mood lightening humor before sobering instantly and saying in a deadly serious tone that had the blond stiffening up anxiously,

“I don’t like this ‘Reader’ person you’ve been hanging out with Tommy. She seems really judgmental and arrogant. Not to mention her attitude. She’s argumentative and childish. She very clearly doesn’t care about you or L’manberg.”

That last part hit Tommy right in the chest like the blow from a size 12 boot. How could Wibur say that? You did care! You did! You wouldn’t have-.. People who don’t care wouldn’t-..

Tommy’s hurt showed on his face, making Wilbur sigh in sympathy before clapping the younger boy on the shoulder and saying that it would be best for him to just focus on the L’manberg election. This Reader person was just serving as a distraction from Tommy’s job as vice president anyways. And Tommy didn’t want that, right? Wilbur had entrusted him to be his VP over everyone else. He couldn’t slack on that, right? Tommy just gave a mumbled ‘yeah, s’pose not’ but it was clear he didn’t have his heart in it, though that was all the affirmation Wilbur needed to think the conversation was over..

-0-

You sat in the audience with Tubbo and Fundy for a bit while the candidates talked to each other up on the stage. Fundy seemed sweet, if not a bit mischievous. Though you supposed that should be expected from a fox hybrid. You smiled when his ears went back after you asked why his uniform was a lighter color than the others, unable to not think he looked adorable. But when he huffed, pretty obviously upset but trying not to show it, you frowned. And you pursed your lips when he explained that it was in ‘baby colors’ because Wilbur thought it would be cute for his ‘little champion’ to have a different uniform compared to everyone else.

You couldn’t help but awkwardly ask, “Aren’t you an adult though?” To which Fundy gave a slightly loud and exasperated, “YES!” that made you feel sorry for the poor hybrid. You gave him a reassuring look and said that well if he didn’t like the uniform then he didn’t have to wear it. Or if he liked it save for the color then just dye it darker to match the others. Fundy looked a bit put out and replied that he’d thought about dying it or just not wearing it but then his dad would be all depressed and hurt. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes and say that he shouldn’t set himself on fire to keep others warm.

“You don’t have to do whatever your dad wants you to just because he’s your dad or cuz he’ll be sad. You’re an adult now Fundy. It’s time you make decisions for yourself in mind, not your dad.”

Fundy started up at you with wide eyes, like he’d never heard anyone tell him that before. Which was worrying but you put it out of your mind before continuing,

“Caring about others is important, yes. But you can’t let yourself be miserable just to avoid maybe making your dad sorta bummed out. That doesn’t seem fair to you.”

Tubbo chimed in from his spot to your left and said that the uniform was a symbol of their independence from the Dream Smp, they wore it to show they were loyal to L’manberg. He didn’t say it accusingly or even angrily, just in a factual matter-of-fact way. You said that might be true but then asked why Fundy’s uniform was different? Shouldn’t they all look the same if they supposedly stood for the same thing? If they’re meant to have a deeper meaning then they shouldn’t be altered for a joke. You said he had to see how that would make Fundy feel left out. You asked how Tubbo would feel if he were the only one with a different uniform and stood out. The brunet boy’s goatish ears drooped and he mumbled that he’d be sad. You ruffled his hair and turned back to Fundy.

“Look Fundy, if you wanna keep wearing the uniform as it is, that’s fine. If you wanna wear it but only after altering the color, that’s also fine. But if you wanna drop the uniform altogether then that’s fine too. It’s up to you, Fundy.”

Fundy looked contemplative, like he’d never thought he’d had a choice in the matter. But here he was with three whole options thanks to you. He honestly wasn’t sure which one he’d end up choosing, he had a lot to think about. But he gave you a grateful little smile and soft ‘thanks’ that made the corners of your lips quirk up. Though your chat soon came to an end when Fundy saw Niki approaching. He and Tubbo waved happily to her and gestured for her to come over. She stared up at you with mostly hidden surprise and said hello before Fundy introduced you both. Niki looked almost shy as she gave a short wave up to you. You chuckled and greeted her warmly and said you liked her uniform, pointing out hers was a different color than the others, like Fundy’s. She looked down at her blue version of the L’manberg uniform and flashed a grin and said,

“Yeah, I just liked the lighter blues better than the bright red and navy.”

You brightened and gently tapped Fundy’s shoulder with the back of your hand and cheerfully pointed out that if Niki could choose to alter her uniform from the original she was given then he should be able to do the same no problem. His ears twitched happily and he grinned, showing off his canines and nodding. This led Niki to asking him what you meant and him explaining he wasn’t happy with how his uniform was dyed. She agreed with you, if he wasn’t happy then he should change the color. But she joked that he should avoid any bright greens… Fundy let out a bark of laughter before Niki gasped and pointed out they, as in she and Fundy, had to go get ready. Tubbo raised an eyebrow and asked if they were still planning on running in the election. Fundy sighed and said yes, like he’d been giving that same answer repeatedly. He probably had been, sadly..

“Oh, you’re both running for president and vice president?” You asked good naturedly.

Fundy nodded, waiting for you to give some kind of remark about him running, or how it was against his dad, or something else. But instead you just flashed him an encouraging smile and wished him and Niki good luck. You glanced at the fox hybrid and the blonde next to him before nodding and commenting that they both looked smart, with good heads on their shoulders. You thought they’d do just fine. Fundy’s tail was wagging from the genuine encouragement, making Niki giggle a little. The two did actually have to go get ready, so you and Tubbo said good luck and waved them off before chatting about this and that. The election speeches would be starting soon..

-0-

He was watching her again.

He couldn’t help it. He’d started watching her just to ensure she wasn’t going to pose a threat to the server, but the more he watched her the more he started to actually enjoy it. She was like him and Drista, maybe not exactly, but more than anyone else on the server. But at the same time she was so incredibly different. Seeing her interact with villagers and mobs and now players was intriguing. She was so much more powerful than all of them combined, but she had no trouble blending in like she was just another player. End sake, most of them even seemed to gravitate towards her!

The only other time he’d seen a deity blend in so well with mortals was… Dream. But he tried not to think about that too much.

His currently invisible form phased through the building he’d been lurking beside, going up until he had a better view of the seats in the audience by the stage. He watched her and the small hybrid boy she’d endeared herself to bid a fox hybrid and blonde girl goodbye before taking their seats. He watched her sit and talk happily with the brown haired boy so easily. He wanted to learn to do that. It may be foolish but he wants to be like her. Happy, open, accepted, loved. He’s powerful, yes. He’s the most powerful being on this server without a doubt. But… it gets lonely. Sure Drista is around sometimes but she sleeps so often, preferring her dream world more than the waking one. And Dream… well that’s complicated.

His brother and him have a… tense relationship after the whole ‘falling from grace’ debacle that happened so long ago. Dream barely speaks to him anymore. Actually the last time they’d spoken face to face was after that silly little war Dream had been in not too long ago. He’d told him that he just wanted to sleep afterwards. At the time he didn’t bother to involve himself in the daily lives of the server’s players like Dream did so he wasn’t exactly sure of the intricacies of the whole ‘disagreement’ that led to the fighting. But according to Dream some players wanted to govern themselves because drugs? It all sounded utterly stupid to him so he just sort of didn’t absorb any of the details Dream was complaining about. To him it seemed like the more involved with the players Dream got the more stressed out and tired he became. Though he hadn’t spoken to Dream since their last talk when Dream had vented about all of this.

‘Perhaps I should visit my brother soon,’ the floating entity thought with a hum before he faded from the realm, drifting back to the End.

-0-

Some time had passed and during it you chatted with Tubbo casually, idly noting all the people who started to trickle into the seats around you. You recognized most in one way or another. Some more than others. Like you’d watched a good deal of the ‘main characters’ on the dsmp. And while you knew the names and skins of the lesser involved players you didn’t watch their videos much. Like Callahan, Punz, and Ponk. You knew the bare bones info about them. In fact most of what you knew was from clips and animatics you’d seen on youtube..

You tuned back into the election, watched from the front row as the rally began. It looked like Quackity was going first, alone too it seemed since George was nowhere to be found. Apparently he was ‘too busy being gorgeous’ to bother showing up. You pursed your lips when you noticed Quackity was sounding a touch nervous at first. Which you could understand, speaking in front of a crowd was always tough. Especially if you’re not really used to it, which even then you’d heard that public speakers said they never truly got rid of the jitters going out in front of a crowd causes. So you sent some good vibes to Quackity, he may not be the one you necessarily want winning this election but.. well you don’t want him to embarrass himself either. But it turns out he.. didn’t do great but didn’t bomb either. It didn’t help that the others running were making little comments through his speech.

He spoke about caring about the people of L’manberg and how his endorsement was KSI, despite the fact KSI hadn’t replied back to him. Not a great start. Also Jesus Christ himself apparently. That had actually made you laugh a little. And you laughed louder when you heard the chime to signify you’d gotten a message, only in multiple around you. Turns out everyone had gotten a message from Dream on the main channel.

<Dream> god endorses swag2020

Quackity laughed, cheering loudly while Wilbur rolled his eyes and Tommy sighed. Then it was Pog2020’s turn to show off their endorsements. The first of which being Vikkstar it seemed. You couldn’t help but think it was so surreal to see these… well normal people from real life being canon characters in the Dream SMP universe… apparently. Well that seemed to make the crowd go wild in disbelief and amusement while Tommy pounded his fist on the podium triumphantly while Wilbur cheered. After that Wilbur shoved Tommy aside so he could speak into the podium and said he also brought in an endorsement. And then he introduced…. Schlatt. You wanted to facepalm so bad. You’d actually forgotten this part from the videos. It had totally slipped your mind that Wilbur was the reason Schlatt even knew about the damn election in the first place.

And to top it off the man was clearly drunk or at least hungover. He didn’t even seem to know where the hell he was. Idly you wondered when he got unbanned by Dream as you watched the messages from Schlatt roll through on the message system. It was mostly him asking where the fuck he was and if the ‘big fuckin’ wall’ he was next to was the Great Wall of China. You facepalmed and heard Tommy say he was going to go fetch him. Quackity was laughing and saying one of their endorsements was ‘some old man’, and you rolled your eyes because little duck boy was gonna be engaged to that ‘old man’ soon.. But you kept that tidbit to yourself. Though when Quackity called the ram hybrid ‘babe’ and he said to not call him that, making Quackity laugh you raised an eyebrow, figuring they were already together! Nonchalantly you wondered how much stuff you’d missed.

And then came the yelling.

Schlatt started rambling about how democracy was overrated and he didn’t ‘need a president’, how he’d be his own president. All while Tommy and Wilbur tried to talk over him and get him off the stage. Then he started shit talking Quackity, asking everyone if they really wanted HIM to be their president. Then he went on a tangent about how Quackity’s vice president ‘stole his woman’, which just caused everyone to laugh, even you. You have to admit, the man was funny if nothing else. Made you wish he wasn’t an alcoholic drug using abusive asshole. Blah Blah Wilbur stole his heart, blah blah Coconut 2020, etc that you were half listening to.

About then is when Tommy, still laughing at this whole debacle, glanced down and noticed you and Tubbo sitting in the front row. He gave a bright grin and waved to you both, to which you both smiled and waved back. This little interaction somehow managed to catch Schlatt’s attention, even through his booze addled ramblings. He just stopped mid sentence and stumbled over to Tommy and asked that the fuck he was even doing. Tommy gave an awkward laugh and said he was just waving hello to his friends. Schlatt gave him a ‘wtf’ look and scanned the crowd for who the blond boy was talking about. His horizontal oval pupils finally landed on Tubbo, making the boy give a slightly stiff wave to the older male. Schlatt stared at the boy for almost a full 20 seconds, making Tubbo sweat nervously.

You could almost tell yourself that you saw a flash of recognition in the goat hybrid’s eyes, but before you could blink it was gone and he was instead turning to look at you. Your eyebrows lowered as his gaze perked up and a grin you’re not above describing as ‘sleazy’ crossed his features. His eyes raked over your form, making you give him an unamused look. Schlatt leaned over to Tommy, missing how the teen sorta leaned away from him, and asked who ‘the baddie with the fat ass’ was. Tommy grimaced and replied saying for the other man to not say something so gross.

“That’s Reader, don’t say nasty shit about her man!”

Schlatt laughed and told the younger man to not be such a little bitch, he had to see how hot this woman was! The hair, the horns, the ASS! Before Schlatt could continue to make lewd comments about your person Quackity smacked him with a golden carrot and started cursing him out in Spanish. While the two argued Wilbur went up to the microphone and said that the ACTUAL people running were going to be going into the White House to have a little chat and they’d be right back. Then he and Tommy ran off, Quackity, Schaltt, Niki, and Fundy hot on their heels. Leaving the stage totally empty. Everyone in the audience gave each other side glances before looking up when you stood from your chair and headed to the podium.

Tubbo blinked in surprise before hopping up and following after you, calling your name and asking where you were going. You ruffled his hair and said you just wanted to say one thing to everyone in attendance. He hummed and followed after you, curious to see what you were up to. You knew the outcome of the election, sadly, and didn’t think there was any way to change it really. But you wanted to impart some wisdom onto the citizens of L’manburg really quick before all those dorks came back after finishing their nonsense. So you sat down on the stage, legs hanging over the side by the podium, and grabbed the mic and sighed before saying to the crowd down below,

“Listen up everyone. I’m not part of the other campaigns or anything, but I wanted to just say something real quick to all of you.”

The crowd watched you with rapt attention, wondering who on the SMP you were. You started off with a light chuckle, saying you’d never been a public speaker so if you started rambling and not making a ton of sense then that was why. Then you took a breath and just said what was on your mind.

“I’m not here to endorse anyone or try to convince you to vote for this or that person. I just wanted to say that despite all the shenanigans going on today that this is actually supposed to be pretty serious. Goofing off aside, you all are going to be voting for the person in charge of your country. The person tasked with ensuring you are all safe and cared for. Being president is a big responsibility. One that shouldn’t be taken lightly.”

You looked at each person in the crowd, lots you knew OF but didn’t know personally. But you made sure to tell them what you thought a president should be.

“Being president shouldn’t be about having glory or power. It should be about working to make sure all your citizens are safe, happy, and above all; THRIVING. If the citizens are miserable or not being heard then the president has failed. So I want you all to think hard about who you want to vote into office. Who do you think will honestly care for your needs as a country? Who will defend you and ensure you’re all living your best lives?”

The crowd seemed to be listening to you, none of them had interrupted you anyways. And Tubbo was smiling, having apparently thought you’d done a good job speaking. But you heard the sound of approaching voices and sighed again. You’ve been sighing a lot today, but that’s not really a surprise is it? Instead of dwelling on it you conclude your speech with a simple,

“Just keep in mind who you’re voting for, because you’re going to be stuck with them for the next few years.”

Then you placed the microphone back on the podium and grabbed Tubbo around the waist, and to the boy’s shock you jumped down from the roughly 8 block high stage. He let out an involuntary high pitched yelp of shock that was abruptly cut off when you both landed on the ground unharmed. He blinked then started laughing, which made you begin to snicker. He shoved your shoulder and called you a bastard for freaking him out. You just teased him for even thinking you’d let him get hurt. He changed the subject when everyone saw Schlatt coming over, though you could tell he was happy to hear you cared. But the moment was over once Schlatt stumbled into the audience, looking more than a little out of it. He hobbled over to the bed Tommy had put down for him before he’d gone on stage and collapsed down onto it, for some reason in mismatched armor and clutching carrots. You had no idea where he got any of that stuff because he’d shown up with nothing but the suit on his back you thought.

But then Wilbur, Tommy, and Schlatt all came back from wherever they’d been while talking. And it didn’t look like they’d come to any peaceful resolution, though you’re not surprised. And you’re even further unsurprised when Quackity announced he was going to be pooling his votes with Schlatt. But that right now the debate was over and they just had to let the voting go on until the next day. So with that Wilbur ended the rally and bid everyone a pleasant rest of their day. And soon everyone had dispersed, leaving Tubbo and you waiting by the stairs that led up to the stage. Tommy walked down with Wilbur, the older of the two looking pensive. But as you all walked down the main path it seemed Wilbur was deep in thought. You watched him while Tommy and Tubbo chatted, but as the cobble path turned to wood the older brunet said he’d see them tomorrow and walked off to who knows where.

Then Tubbo gave you and Tommy a secretive glance and said to follow him, which you both did without complaint. That’s when the brown haired boy started saying he’d been ‘hoping for the best but planning for the worst’. Tommy asked what he was going on about, ‘planning for the worst’?? So Tubbo explained that he’d made a little thing for if things went bad. That’s when you noticed he was leading you both far from the main area and towards the edge of the L’manberg territory by one of the border walls. And there hidden under the water thanks to some craft sign placement was a hidden entrance into a secret tunnel. All of which led to a bunker. Tommy was in disbelief at the sight, frantically asking his best friend when the hell he’d even had time to make this! Tubbo just gave a vaguely cryptic reply of, “I don’t sleep.” Which you scolded him for. You placed a hand on his head and rocked it back and forth a little roughly and said he was a growing boy who needed sleep!

“Sleep is when your body grows! If you don’t sleep you’ll be short forever!” You huffed.

That made Tommy burst out into borderline hysterical laughter while Tubbo shouted in outrage. You laughed a little and easily blocked the hits Tubbo was weakly trying to land on you. But once they both settled down Tubbo actually showed off the supplies, like potions and such, he’d prepared for Tommy and Wilbur should anything go sour. Tommy, still shocked but appreciative, thanked his friend and said they should go tell Wilbur. They asked if you wanted to come or if you’d like to sleep for the night. You just shrugged and said you weren’t really tired. But you told them THEY needed sleep however.

They groaned but you shushed them and made them go back to their place and sleep. They said they didn’t have a bed for you but you just pulled out a book and said you’d read by the fire until it was time to read the election results. They complained that they weren’t tired but you hushed them and said you could see how they were more sluggish compared to how they’d been that morning. And after some weak whining they eventually gave in and placed their beds down, took their armor off, and crawled under the blankets. Meanwhile you sat by the furnace, book in hand and hummed to yourself softly as you read. The two boys fell asleep faster than usual, chalking it up to the busy day they had. Not thinking to link it to feeling safe as they laid in bed.

-0-

It felt like barely an hour had passed before the sun was creeping up over the horizon. You’d finished going through the enchantment book forever ago, and it sat on your lap while you stared down at the fire in the furnace. You wondered when the election results would be read out and breathed in slowly, feeling tired but not physically. With nothing else to do you got busy making some breakfast. Just something simple, eggs with toast. But it worked to wake the two boys up, the smell of the fresh food rousing them to the land of the living. They practically devoured the breakfast before slipping their armor on and saying they should go now. It was a decent time to start the day. So they led you along to Wilbur, who had been in the midst of leaving his ball house. The two boys said they had something secret to tell him, and he actually hadn’t wanted to talk ‘government topics’ with you around. You rolled your eyes behind your mask but agreed to go wait by the stage until they were done.

So you sat alone in the audience, watching people slowly arrive as you did. Ponk was the first, his signature fire colored mask and lab coat(?) revealing who he was. Then right after was HBomb, dressed almost like a pirate for some reason? Or maybe he was a referee? He was in black and white stripes with a headband so you’re unsure, could go either way. And then Punz with his stylish white hoodie and gold chain. Then you saw Niki coming down to greet Eret. He was in full netherite and nobody gave her a second glance which sorta surprised you. They’d betrayed everyone hadn’t he? You admit you don’t know much about her. But they seem to be on good terms with Niki at any rate. Regardless he stood to the side, not really sitting with anyone. So maybe things weren’t as gucci as you thought. You were distracted from thinking about it as a man in a L’manberg uniform and headset arrived. Jack Manifold you think. Walking past him was George and Dream.

You narrowed your eyes at Dream, something about him felt off? Which was weird considering you’d never met the man in person before so you’re not sure how you could tell if he was ‘off’ or not. But something about him was just… weird. Maybe it was the hood and mask obscuring his entire upper body save for some dirty blond hair poking out from said hood. Or maybe how his body moved fluidly like a person but… it also didn’t seem to be in the right proportions. His arms and legs felt a teeny bit too long while his torso seemed shorter than it should be.

‘Maybe it’s the cut of the hood and pants making it look that way..’ you thought to yourself.

Wilbur speaking suddenly caught your attention, and when you looked up at the stage you saw all the candidates standing there while Tubbo was hurrying over to the seat you’d saved for him next to you. Seemed they were starting now. The little goat hybrid gave you a nervous smile before focusing on the results. Wilbur started reading but paused to ask Tommy why he was standing with his own mic, and then said he should be standing behind him. You watched them bicker a second before Wilbur gave in and let Tommy stand with his own mic. You smiled and shook your head fondly when Tommy gave a silent cheer for himself ‘winning’ that one. Once that was done Wilbur began explaining what was going to happen. They weren’t just reading off the results, they were also going to be inaugurating the winner as president. And then explained how the new president would make a decree and how the first decree was very important.

“My fellow L’manbergians, and by that I mean Ponk, HBomb, and Tubbo. And the others in the crowd as well, including Tommy’s tall friend…” he said while gesturing to you.

Tubbo loudly cheered for Wilbur, making Tommy and Quackity laugh. You giggled a little at his antics but mostly kept silent to hear. Wilbur announced he had the election results in his hands, then held up an envelope and continued by reading off the four competing parties: POG2020, SWAG2020, COCONUT2020, and SCHLATT2020. And there had been a total of 220,000 votes. This of course confused everyone and Quackity pointed out there were barely 10 people in the audience, so how had so many votes been cast. Wilbur let out a tired sigh and elaborated, saying he’d accidentally opened the vote… to all the other servers when he’d broadcasted the election live…

Everyone started kicking up a fuss, some upset strangers from other servers were weighing in on a server they weren’t even a part of while others found this all hysterically hilarious. Wilbur settled the crowd down and explained there’d been some voter fraud as well, but he’d gotten rid of all the votes that had come from the same communicator protocol. But then he pointed out that all the fraud votes were only voting for one party.. then stared directly at Fundy and Niki. They glanced away from everyone else and Quackity said through laughter that they should be disqualified. Tommy agreed and said there was only one coder in the Coconut2020 party.. But Wilbur sighed when Fundy was silent before saying diplomatically that they should count all the votes regardless of their CP address… Everyone started laughing until Wilbur shushed them and started actually reading off the results, finally.

“In last place is Coconut2020 with 5%,” Fundy and Niki cheered for the votes they did get. Tommy gave them a slightly sarcastic congratulations while Quackity cackled. Then Wilbur continued,

“Then in second to last place with 9% is Schlatt2020…” That was actually surprising to everyone since Schlatt was a very charismatic guy on most fronts and usually never had issues with luring people to his side.

The current president turned to look at Quackity and George then glanced at Tommy and said that the two final running parties were Pog2020 and Swag2020, and coming in third place was…. Swag2020 with 22%. And Pog2020 with 31%. Tommy’s eyes went wide and he practically screamed his joy, nearly tripping backwards in his excitement. He rushed up to Wilbur and demanded to know if they’d won, and when Wilbur said they did Tommy missed the rest of the statement telling him to wait. The blond boy was too thrilled to stop and listen and without thinking he yelled down to you,

“MUM I WON THE ELECTION! WE WON!!” practically bouncing off the stage.

You gave him a grin, mentally cooing over him calling you mom and not even noticing but inside your stomach was churning as you waited for the other boot to drop.. And after Wilbur calmed Tommy he made clear that Quackity and Schlatt had made a deal to pool their votes. Meaning together they had 31% as well. Meaning it’s a tie. This caused an uproar between the parties, everyone seemingly arguing while you puzzled over it being a tie! That hadn’t happened originally… But it was Niki who quieted everyone and pointed out something rather jarring…

“All four of our votes only equal up to be 67%... there’s a chunk of votes missing!”

Everyone was silent before George barked out a ‘what the hell?!’ that made everyone start arguing again. Schlatt was insisting that Wilbur counted them wrong while Quackity demanded they be recounted. Meanwhile Wilbur adamantly said he’d counted right and they were wrong. It took Tommy snatching the slip of paper out of his hand that had the election results typed out on them to get Wilbur to stop shouting. As Tommy read the list of results he mentally counted up the percentages and frowned before saying Niki was right, that was only like 67%! But then Fundy chimed in and asked what was written on the back. Confused Tommy turned the paper over and his eyes went wide. He was in shock and spoke in a normal tone, which just got drowned out by everyone. Seeing he was being ignored he shouted,

“OI! DICKHEADS! You missed the ‘other’ section of the votes!”

That grabbed Wilbur’s attention easily, he’d forgotten all about the ‘other’ voting option. And hadn’t even known anything was written on the back of the slip of paper. He ripped it out of Tommy’s grasp and rushed to read the back, his voice getting more subdued as he spoke…

“With the most votes at 33% is…. Reader..”

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myheroaizawashota · 5 years

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Could you pretty please do something with Aizawa and his s/o and the fated scenario of getting wisdom teeth removed and being all loopey afterwards. I really couldn't decide if it be funnier of Aizawa was the one all drugged up or s/o was and he just has to deal with it. You can decide which one. I don't mind either way.

[I would acrually Pay money to see this acrually happen hahaha I think aizawa I’m drugs is gonna be a knee slapped so I’m gonna take it thst route!]

You stood silent in the corner of the uncomfortably small room, arms filled with your husbands capture weapon as he sat sulking in the dentist chair. For weeks he’d stubbornly fought your advice to visit the dentist, insisting he could just manage through the pain he was in. You could see minor swelling along his jaw, which if you believed him, allegedly didn’t cause to much discomfort. You’ve learned though what your husband says and what he feels are two different things. After watching him suffer on for three weeks, eventually you were able to convince him to see a doctor. Though, in fairness once he became unable to sleep due to the pain the issue took a lot less prodding on your end.

With a sigh you gently stepped over to where he sat, stroking the back of your hand against the good side of his face “I don’t know why you waited so long to come to the dentist Shouta...i didn’t think big tough pro hero Eraserhead was afraid of the dentist” you chuckled in an attempt to lighten the mood before the doctor arrived.

“I’m not afraid of the dentist, that would be an illogical fear...” He paused a moment leaning his cheek into your hand, you swearing you could see genuine emotion covering his face as he sighed.

You couldn’t help but place a small kiss to the top of his head, leaning your hip against the side of the medical chair. “That pause sounded like you wanted to admit something there darling” you couldn’t help but snicker, his eyes unamused as they glares your way. “Shouta relax....im sure you’re going to be fine...the dentist should be in any moment with the results”

You gave him a small smile trying your best to as well provide him some peace of mind but, you could see his body tense up the moment to doctor walked into the room. You could swear you’d never seen this man express so many emotions before in your life, all in one instant the seal that held back every emotion began to crumble one by one they crossing his lips. The corners of his mouth began to tug into a frown, he cringing slightly at the burst of pain it sent. You both watched as the doctor pinned the X-Ray on the board in front of him. “Let me say for starters, you’re going to be fine. This is just a strong bit of discomfort from your wisdom teeth. It’s nothing that’s going to effect your life drastically” the man laughed “but i do suggest we remove them.”

You watched as Aizawa white knuckled the arm of the dentist chair, your hand immediately moving to calm his nerves you simply just letting your finger tips rest softly on his knuckles. “Are they that bad off?” You asked the doctor, he leisurely pinning them up on a lighted screen for both of you to see.

He hummed and with the cap of his pen pointed to the area in question “do you see all this inflamation? This is just caused simply by a lack of space in the mouth. The best course of action we could take would be to remove the tooth, cutting the problem straight in the rear end.”

You could tell just by the look on Aizawa’s face that he had no intentions of removing the tooth, his mouth pulled miserably into a frown “I can assure you during the procedure you won’t fee a thing Mr. Aizawa, you’ll be numbed to the heavens” he all but laughed “what we’ll do is pop a small intravenous right into your arm as well as numbing the gums with a bit of novicane. It’s easy enough, though with how far out your wisdom teeth have broken, i would suggest we do the procedure today.”

That was all Aizawa needed to hear. Today? Nope. Absolutely not. You watched as your foolish husband moved to get up, you immediately pressing his chest back down into the chair “he’ll do it, becusse with his schedule we don’t know when he’ll be able to come back” you huff, eyes giving him a very tested ‘do not even try me Shouta or you will be sleeping in that beloved sleeping bag of yours on the couch for a week’ look. You watched as his eyes softened, sometimes he was like caring for a child...rational and stoic he was, but sometimes he just acted so foolish. “You will be fine, you need to get this surgery done. It’s affecting your work now. The last thing i need is for you to be distracted by a simple tooth ache and you slip up while out on patrol.”

He couldn’t disagree with you. The throbbing pain in his jaw was enough to keep him distracted in most daily task. Not to mention the fact teaching was made a lot more difficult when he couldn’t open his mouth to speak. With a reluctant sigh his eyes shifted from yours to the doctors “approximately how long do you think this surgery will take?”

The doctor pressed his lips in thought as he snapped on a set of latex gloves, softly grabbing Aizawa’s chin, careful not to hurt him. He’d made that mistake first time around, and the pro hero was quick to share his complaints about it. You watched as the dentist instructed your lover to tilt his head back he looking around at the inside of his mouth “well, luckily enough your wisdom teeth are a little easier for me to get at than most, though looking in here once more I can see the pressure one of them is putting on your left molar...i would recommend taking the bottom two wisdom teeth out today. I can very easily have you out of here within two hours”

You sighed and tuggged Aizawas scarf closer to your chest, you felt bad forcing him along but you knew it was in best interest no matter how terrified he seemed. “You can handle two hours, this is nothing.” You encouraged him lips pressing to the tip of his nose.

You swear you can see the corners of his mouth fold up, even if they shortly after smoothen out back to his normal unamused stoic expression. With his head hung slightly in defeat, he sighed and looked up at you “I’ll see you in two hours.”

Those two hours were what seemed like the longest two hours of your life, even though you knew they weren’t. You nervously bounced your leg in the waiting room, fingers gently playing with the scarf in your lap. You knew he was going to be okay, but you still couldn’t help but feel a bit uneasy. Were you sure forcing him to do this today was the best thing for him? You should have given him time to apply his own feelings and logic to the situation instead of guilting him into things. “Ms. Aizawa, your husband is ready for you now” the nursing assistant smiled, she holding a chart in her hands.

With relief in your heart, you stood and gathered your belongings before following her into Shouta’s room. Poor thing looked so incredibly tired, more so than usual. “He’s on quite a bit of pain relievers” she noted, flipping the pages up and down on her clip board. “From what it says the doctor needed to dig just a bit deeper, when removing the tooth the bone fragments fractured and splintered along his gums. Don’t worry, it was all taken care of, but he’ll just be in a bit more discomfort than most.”

You frowned and moved to run your hand gently over the top of his head, pausing when he lifted his arm to grab yours, he immediately tucking it to his chest. Your heart fluttered and you couldn’t help but laugh “I told you that you’d be fine you silly man.”

It was in thst moment your husband did something so uncharacteristic you nearly asked the nurse if she was sure this was the same Shouta Aizawa you had left just 2 hours ago. He laughed, his mouth of gauze fully exposed as he shook. “What’s so funny?” You couldn’t imagine what you’d said that was so humerus.

“I’m a silly man” he chuckled before leaning into you “am i your silly man? You look very beautiful, not that that’s very important to me but you’re so beautiful.”

You gently tucked his head to your chest and giggled, kissing the crown of his head with a smile “of course I’m yours...now come on let me take you home, I can’t wait to tell Yamada about this one” you laughed. You helped him up and out of the chair, his body purposely bumping and knocking into yours as you walked together, his hand desperately clinging onto yours.

As you lowered him into the car and buckled him up, you were shocked when he grabbed your head and tucked it tightly to his chest you nearly dropping the keys to the car on the floor “H-hey watch it- Shout what are you doing you jerk-“

“I’m sorry I’m so difficult all the time Y/N”

You stopped dead in your tracks heart racing at those words. What did he just say? You waited a moment before responding, your ear pressing against his chest as he kissed the top of your head admittedly drooling on it a bit. “Difficult?” You repeated.

“I’m so difficult.” He hummed finally releasing your head as his eyes began to close. “I can be a really ass to you and you don’t deserve any of it your such a good wife Y/N. You’re here for me even when I’m being a stubborn idiot. I never tell you what I’m feeling or even tell you what you need to hear. Even when I go as far as messing things up beyond repair, you still always are there telling me it’s going to be okay, and that I’ll figure it out because I’m the smartest man you know.”

Your heart began to break a bit at his confession, tears threatening to spill from the corners of your eyes as you watched him do yet another thing you’ve never seen. You watched as he cried, “and sometimes I don’t know that i am the smartest guy. I do pretty dumb things. I don’t go to doctors when I need to, I rush head first into things even when I know stepping back and assessing things I shouldn’t and I make you worry so much all the time. I’m sorry if I don’t make you happy sometimes.”

This was so bizarre, it was as if he was releasing four years of emotions at you all at once. You sighed and pressed a kiss to his forehead, your index finger running along his water line as you wiped it dry “hey, you listen to me okay? You make me the happiest woman every day of our lives Shouta Aizawa. I knew what being in a relationship with you entailed and i didn’t care. Sure sometimes it is hard for me, and sure sometimes I wanna smack you upside the head for worrying me sick most days but that doesn’t mean I’m not happy with you. By far that is not what it means.”

His arms moved to wrap around your body weakly and you knew he it wouldn’t be long before he’d fall asleep. You gave a sniffle and wrapped his scarf gently around his shoulders. With that said you headed to the drivers side of the vehicle and started the engine, head turning when you hear a muffled “I love you Y/N. I don’t say it enough, but I do.”

Your wrist rubbed at your eyes and you couldn’t help but grin at that. “I know you do...and I love you too.”

BONUS:

[ this wasn’t asked for but I also thought I’d be a bit humorous if Aizawa got into some mischief with some texts! Disclaimer: I do not own the art I used in the text below art credit to Nartothelar]

#aizawa x reader #aizawa x hizashi #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #bnha aizawa #bnha hizashi #bnha x reader #bnha requests #bnha #my hero academia #plus ultra #requested

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Let The Games Begin

When: Night of the Storm Where: Le Leune Bleue Who: @solennxmadec, @maxim-lavoie, @juno-bouchard, @jaewon-calves, @benjaminletallec-ofmaine, @marco-pierre Notes: Trying to cope with being stranded by the storm at Le Leune Bleue, the group decided to cut loose with a game of Truth or Dare.

Solenn

It had been a few hours and the early terrors had faded away. They had done their best to barricade the windows and doors. The yummy Maxim (god but he was hot) had made up batches of food now keeping warm over those funky oil burner candles that people used for catering. Later she'd have to ask what they were called and get some for her place. They were hella handy. Solenn had been plying people with drinks and everyone was getting that slightly chilled expression. The storm was still fucking scary as shit though so she needed a distraction. Plunking a bottle of tequila down on the table along with a set of shot glasses, Solenn looked around at the small group of people. "What do you say, peeps? Truth or dare?"

Benjamin

Benjamin didn't often find himself afraid of anything, but even he had to admit that the loud noises coming from the destruction of the storm had him on edge. Something about those sudden, terrible noises worked beneath his skin. Still though, if this was going to happen he was glad he was stuck in this place with these people. It could certainly be worse. Smirking, Ben leaned in, elbows on the table. "As long as it involves drinks, I'm in. You know that."

Marco

Marco was usually the one trying to make sure everything was alright and everyone was safe, but tonight he wasn't in control, he was just a customer trying to deal with this storm the best way possible. He sat back and finished his drink that he was graciously served by the hot bartender, mental note to come in here more often. He wasn't one usually to play games, but they had nothing else to do since they were stuck, "Sure why not, and I agree about the drinks!"

Jaewon

Jae had been a little nervous. Storms weren't his favorite thing, harkening back to the worst day of his life. And he couldn't help but wonder if any of his close friends were driving in it. He would hear from them soon surely. And at least Solenn was here. Outside of her relaxing nature and the comforting knowledge that she was safe and sound, she also prepared booze for them, and a few drinks in, he started to let go slightly. At the suggestion of Truth or Dare, he looked up from his phone. "A game? Mm okay," he said with a small smile. "And drinks yes."

Maxim

Maxim had distracted himself with cooking. He was incredibly nervous and cooking help to relax him to a certain point. At least as much as he could manage. But now that everyone was fed. He found himself nervous again, his skin crawling slightly. He wanted to go home and not here surrounded by people he didn't know. It only served to make him that much more nervous. At the suggestion of truth or date, he scooted slightly back with his chair, hoping to not be noticed.

Juno

Juno looked over from the window and frowned at the suggestion, she was soaking wet from her 'it’s just a bit of rain' stunt, making her moodier than she should have been. "Are we 12-year-olds?" She wondered bitterly, a slow sigh slipping from her as she kept her arms firmly folded trying not to worry about her children and the submissive she was telling herself she didn't need. The Domme still scruffing a dry towel at her wet hair to try and dry it somewhat.

Solenn

Solenn turned her head to treat Ben to a wink, partially in appreciation. She knew ridiculous games weren't his jam but he was probably going along to distract her and she appreciated it. The beefcake named Marco (drooooool) was willing to go along. She wondered if that was his usual demeanor or if he was more chill because of the storm. She grinned at Jaewon and then laughed as Maxim slid his chair back. The only one who made her frown was Mistress Juno. The woman was clearly in a mood. "Yes ... tonight in the midst of the storm, we are all going to pretend we are teenagers at a house party and all the parents are out." She poured a round of shots. She set an empty bottle and spun it around. It landed on Ben and Solenn laughed, "Truth or Dare, Sir?"

Benjamin

Ben should have known the bottle would land on him first. Wasn't that just his luck? He made a show of contemplating his answer for a moment before sitting up in his chair. "Truth. I don't want to give away all the good stuff too early in the evening by picking dare first." He could only imagine what sort of wild dares Solenn would be able to come up with, and as he looked around at the rest of the group he wondered how into the game they would get. With a few drinks, he figured most of them would loosen up.

Solenn

Solenn giggled at his reply. He appreciated the fact that the sophisticated Dominant was going along with it. "Let's see. Truth. What is the wildest thing you did as a teenager, for which you never got caught?"

Benjamin

Oh, that was a good one. He had some fun in his teenage years, though thinking back that far did make him feel a tad old. "I stole a car once. Well, I prefer to say borrowed since I returned it. I had a friend who's uncle owned a car dealership so I took one of the convertibles, filled it to the brim with booze, and drove out to a party outside of the city. Needless to say, I was the hero of the night. After a few... romps in the car I returned it. It probably wasn't the smartest thing for a teenager that wanted to be a lawyer to do, but what's done is done," he said with a laugh. After a moment he leaned forward to spin the bottle as well, watching as it spun and eventually landed on Jaewon. "Well, my friend? Truth or dare?"

Juno

Juno stayed to the side of the room, turning her gaze back to the window "The very idea makes me contemplate my chances of going back out there and seeing where fate takes me" she said with an eye roll. The Domme perched herself on a chair by the window, keeping her gaze fixed on the weather that was completely lashing down rain like it hadn't rained for weeks. The wind looked just as biblical. The woman sighed, propping her chin up with her elbow, casting a glance at the activities, almost curious.

Jaewon

Jae listened avidly to Ben's story, eyes widened when he heard that the man had stolen a car. It was not what he would have expected. "Wow..." he said in awe. His own teenage years hadn't been half as interesting.

When the bottle was spun again and landed on him, a nervous laugh escaped him. "Uhhh...dare!" he declared, though he wasn't sure what he ought to expect in doing so.

Marco

Marco was enjoying watching the game unfold and hearing the story about the guy stealing the car and filling it with booze, it was a very interesting story and even more impressive that he didn't get caught.

When the bottle was spun he kept his eyes on it to see where it was going to land. He laughed when it landed on Jae and was shocked when he said dare. "Jae you bold, but I like it!"

Benjamin

It had been a long time since Benjamin had played truth or dare, so when Jae picked dare it forced Ben to start thinking creatively. Still, though, he figured he should keep it relatively tame- To start at least. "All right. Pick something in the room and move your nose to spell it. We'll all try to guess it. If we can't guess it after five minutes then you can be done and tell us what it was."

Jaewon

Jae couldn't help but laugh at the dare. "Something in the room...?" He looked around, letting his eyes drift over the items near the group. His eyes landed briefly on a bottle of wine and started to spell out W-I-N-E with his nose. He laughed in between each letter, sometimes having to start a letter over again.

Benjamin

Ben couldn't hold back his laughter as Jae began the dare with no complaint. The sight of the submissive moving his face like that and laughing was a great distraction from the storm around them. "I have no idea. Even if I did though I wouldn't say because this is great."

Jaewon

Jae laughed. "That's so mean! Here, let me try again," he said, doing it again. He tried not to laugh this time, so he could get through the whole word without having to start over.

Maxim

Maxim was watching as the submissive tried to spell the word and he tried to logically think through what it could possibly be. He took in a deep breath before his brow was pulling together. "Is it... Four letters? I think it's four letters." He responded. Knowing he would be mortified if it was him doing it.

Solenn

"I think that is a "W"." Solenn called out, "But I can't figure out the rest ... Window? Is it a window?" she guessed excitedly, happy to distract herself with silly games and foolishness. That way she couldn't or wouldn't think about the storm and the fact that she had no idea how her friends and family were doing.

Marco

Marco was all engaged in this game, but with all the alcohol consumed, he was sure anything he said was probably going to be wrong. "That's definitely a W...maybe it's Wide...is it Wide!" He jumped up and was all excited, but from the looks of the faces, he was getting he knew it was wrong. "That's wrong huh...."

Benjamin

Benjamin was glad most of them had been agreeable to the game and was glad Solenn had suggested it. It was already working to lighten the mood of the room. "Hmm..." He looked around them, trying to see what Jae could possibly be seeing that started with a w. "Is it... wine?" Four letters and starting with a w, wine made sense.

Juno

Juno looked to the wine and nodded, it seemed like wine was the most obvious answer (even if she hadn't wanted to get involved) "It is more than likely wine" she called over, the Domme then trying to make it look like she wasn't involved, her head quickly going back to the view of the storm.

Marco

"Wine! That makes perfect sense now!" Marco shook his head not believing that he didn't get it sooner. He looked over at everyone around the room, it was funny seeing everyone's body language. Some were all in with the game, while others were sorta in and out, but he was definitely all in. Why not, you only live once right? And it wasn't like they were getting out anytime soon.

Jaewon

Jae nodded his head, excited when Ben got it right, smiling too when Juno chimed in. "Wine! That's it. You got it right. I did well, right?" Sipping from his own glass, he then sighed contentedly at having succeeded at such a silly task. "Ah, I'll spin now." Reaching forward, he spun the bottle until it landed on Marco. "Ahh...Marco. Truth or dare...?" he asked with a smirk.

Marco

Marco was glad they got it right, "You did a great job Jae." He reassured his new friend, it was a valiant effort and they got it right, so it was great. He was having a blast, definitely not something he would do on a regular basis so it was nice just to let loose and have fun. He watched as the bottle spun around and it landed on him, "Whoa! Okay...well, I guess I will say dare and make it good!"

Jaewon

Jae smiled at the praise, and then again when Marco reacted to the bottle landing on him. A dare. "Hmm..." Jae tapped on his own chin as he thought of what he should dare Marco to do. "Ah. I dare you to give us a super dramatic reading of your most recent text conversation. Remember to put lots of feeling into it."

Benjamin

Ben was pleased that it had indeed been wine that Jae was spelling with his nose. It was an innocently fun dare that had started the process of distracting everyone. Jae had done well. Then Jae dared Marco to dramatically read his texts and Ben rubbed his hands together, laughing and eager to see the performance.

Marco

Marco wondered what Jae would ask him to do, and when he heard his dare, he couldn't help but laugh. "Wow, not what I expected, but I can handle that." He pulled out his phone and opened it to his text messages. He opened his most recent conversation and smiled, "Not very interesting, but I will make it as dramatic as possible." He looked down at his phone, letting them have a long dramatic pause. He looked up with the most serious look on his face, "Marco...I need you to go to the store before you come home from work." He walked slowly across the room and put his hand on Jae's shoulder, "What is it that you need mom?" He was being so super dramatic, but he needed to stop himself from laughing. He let out a dramatic sigh, "I need some eggs..." He started to fake cry.

Solenn

Solenn howled as Marco put on the most dramatic text reading of a text from his Mama. Honestly, she was impressed. Usually, beefcakes weren't also funny. This man was a rare treat. "Oh no! Did you get her eggs?? Tell me you aren't a monster who left your mama eggless?"

Marco

Marco was biting the sides of his cheeks trying not to laugh, but he had to admit that it was fun. He looked over at Solenn when she asked if he got the eggs, "You want to know if I got the eggs?" He cupped his hand over his ears to get a reaction from his audience, "Do you want to know if I got the eggs?" He asked again with more emphasis, "Yes...I got my mom the eggs, but you didn't let me finish." He cleared his throat and looked at his phone. "Oh and son, grab butter too, I'm making....a....cake." He said dramatically and ended with a deep sigh.

Jaewon

Jae laughed throughout the performance. It was better than if Marco had read some kind of racy text conversation that was meant to be private. A dramatic reading of a conversation about eggs. When the performance ended, he clapped. "Wooow, that was great! Bravo." With a smirk, he nudged the bottle in Marco's direction. "Your turn to spin."

Marco

Marco took a bow and hopped off the chair he was standing in, "Okay..." He gave the bottle a spin and watched as it spun round and round, then it landed on the chef Maxim. "Ah chef...looks like you're up and don't try to slink back in the corner, Truth or Dare." He smiled hoping that he would just have fun with the game.

Maxim

Maxim had been hoping that it wouldn't ever land on him, yet here he was. He didn't want to do this at all and he found himself staring in concentration. "Um... Dare... I guess--" Truth felt too much like a danger zone to him.

Marco

Marco didn't expect Maxim to pick dare, but he was so excited to hear that he did. "A risk-taker, I like that." He needed to think of what he could dare Maxim to do, then it hit him. "Well since you are a chef, I dare you to pick anyone in the room and feed them as sexy as you can....we need to spice this up some." He laughed.

Juno

Juno got herself up and walked over slowly, watching the game and yet still not actively involving herself. "These dares are extremely tame," she pointed out, looking to Maxim as he was given his dare, an eyebrow-raising to see what he would make of it.

Benjamin

Benjamin grinned as he watched the commotion around him. "Well then Juno, maybe you should jump in the game and show us how it's done. For now, though, I'm eager to see Maxim feed someone," he said with a laugh.

Solenn

"Mistress Juno. Are you prepared to be the one our Maxim feeds?" She teased with a laugh, entertained that the Domme might have finally given into participation. She poured the Domme a shot and passed it over to the stunning woman. "Show us how it is done Maxim."

Juno

Juno glared down at the two and kept her arms folded, her eyes then fixing to the shot "I believe it is his choice, so let's not expect it to be myself he picks" she admitted, taking the drink and looking it over before shrugging and knocking back- figuring the liquor would calm her bad mood.

Maxim

Well fuck, now he was nervous as all hell. Juno was really the only one he kind of knew and he had intended on picking her but his comment made him blush profusely. “I...” he hesitated, eyes darting to the mistress and then to the ground. “I was going to pick you, miss... but I can pick someone else if you’d rather I didn’t.”

Juno

Juno looked at Maxim with an unreadable expression, a small slow sigh escaped her. But she couldn't refuse, it was a dare afterall and Maxim must have had his reasons"Well, I suppose you did help me with my dinner fiasco-" she admitted and sat herself down closer to him. "I however can't eat shellfish as I'm allergic , so anything but that shall suffice if you still wish to keep me as your first choice" she said simply, ever the professional even in a game.

Marco

Marco clapped his hands together when Maxim picked the person he was going to feed, "Great, now that we've established the person you are going to feed, let's get on with it." He smiled, "No shellfish...and remember to make it sexy." He wiggled his eyebrows.

Maxim

Max blushed again before finding a piece of potato he had made earlier and slowly approaching the woman. He watched her to make sure he wasn’t doing anything he shouldn’t and then kneeled before him. Using his left hand, he trailed it gently up her arm and then brought the hand with the food up towards her mouth. “For you, miss.” He wasn’t exactly good at sexy.

Juno

Juno watched Maxim carefully, intrigued by his attempt of sexy and almost seduction. "Thank you, Maxim" she said in a husky tone. Juno made sure she kept eye contact with him before slowly parting her lips and taking potato piece carefully from him, trying to help him with the 'sexy' side of things.

Benjamin

Ben was impressed. For being shy, Maxim had done a good job at coming off sexy as he fed Juno, and for being... Well for being Juno, she had done a good job letting him feed her. "I didn't know potatoes could be so sexy. Damn."

Marco

Marco smiled, liking what he saw between Maxim and Juno. "Damn is right, that was definitely sexy." He was actually proud of his dare, "From the look of things it looks like Juno liked it as well." He smirked.

Solenn

Solenn clapped with approval. "Well done Max ... Well done indeed. And Mistress Juno was as gorgeous as usual." She gestured to the bottle. "Your turn to spin, Max. And give as good as you got ... if not better."

Maxim

Max blushed again as he fed her the piece of food, “you’re welcome, miss...” he said softly before he was getting to his feet so he could spin the bottle.” He watched it spin and land on Juno. “Uh.... truth or dare?”

Juno

Juno looked between the others and then clicked her tongue, the truth wasn't one she was prepared to give up "A dare" she said simply "Though let's make it something to really play for, hm?" She offered the room.

Marco

Marco nodded and smiled brightly hearing the challenge coming from Juno, "You all heard the lady, let's make this game something really to play for. We want it to be worth playing for right?" He was all about making it spicy.

Maxim

Dare. And a sexy one at that. Max wasn’t even sure what to do for it, he blushed again before speaking softly hoping that his dare was up to par. “I dare you too... choose another person and demonstrate your favorite sex position.” Jesus, had that really come out of his mouth?

Juno

Juno sucked in a breath and yet she nodded "Alright..." she mused with a glint in her eye, she looked between Maxim and Solenn for the option and then pointed to Solenn "Since you've had a lot to say but not much action in this game yet" she almost smirked, gesturing to the floor "I want you to lay down" she said simply.

Marco

Marco was surprised yet excited by the dare that Maxim gave Juno, it was really good. "Now that's what I'm talking about!" He was going to enjoy watching this dare and when she picked Solenn as her partner it was even more exciting. "Now this just got even more interesting."

Benjamin

Benjamin watched the next dare with interest. There was also a small part of him that he refused to acknowledge that felt a little jealousy at the prospect of Solenn demonstrating a sexual position with Juno. Weird thing, jealousy. He focused on his drink though, drinking it down before turning back to the group.

Maxim

Maxim had given the dare but boy was he glad that he wasn't going to have to be the one who she was using to demonstrate. He wasn't sure he'd be able to do it with a straight face.

Solenn

Solenn blinked in surprise as Juno turned on her and pulled her into the game. She then straightened her back and nodded, "Yes Mistress." She gave Marco a wink for his teasing and then sauntered over to the spot the Domme had selected. She wasn't insanely excited about laying on a floor but hell, it was probably where they were all sleeping tonight. She stretched out on the floor and kept her hands loose on her belly as she waited to see what the Domme would come up with next.

Juno

Juno sighed to herself, sure she was getting involved. But it was a hollow enjoyment from it, she was beyond distracted and stressed. But every lawyer was an actor in her mind, they could put on the face that they needed to. The blonde studied Solenn for a moment until she hiked up her tight pencil skirt slightly, being sure not to make eye contact as she did so, she had imagined that she was not the submissive's first choice for such an activity after their conversation. The Domme stepped over Solenn and knelt down, placing a leg either side of her head, she took the girls wrists and carefully placed them on her hips. She lowered herself closer to the girls face but made sure to keep the appropriate distance. The blonde looked around the room to make sure others were satisfied with the completed dare. "Sufficient?"

Marco

Marco watched as Juno proceeded with the dare and he couldn't lie, it was definitely hot seeing Juno and Solenn in that position. She was keeping a safe distance, but it was still hot. He clapped his hands when Juno asked if this was sufficient, "It works for me." He even did a little wolf whistle, "Although it's not my dare." He looked over at Maxim, "What do you think Maxim?"

Maxim

Max took in a deep breath before nodding his head, "It works." He said before he was settling back into his chair. He took in a deep breath, hoping that the woman wouldn't hold it against him in the future. He was just trying to play the game.

Marco

Marco was having a blast, maybe too much fun! Although this was a crazy situation, they made the best of it. He smiled when Maxim said the Juno completed her dare. "I think so too!" He smiled as the game continued, they were able to ride out the storm, just being silly and having fun. He could only hope that other people were having just as much fun as this group was having! He was just going to focus on the now and think about the aftermath later.

#let the games begin #solenn #maxim #jaewon #ben #juno

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phantomphangphucker · 5 years

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A King For Tonight’s Fentertainment - Chap. 2: The Horde Plays Spot The Lord

Summary: Because, of course, Red couldn't keep her mouth shut. Add in, of course, his mom doing her usual. And, of course, Danny just can't fucking die.

Danny goes wide-eyed as Red slowly points to the air just above her head, pretty well sure she’s making some kind of reference to his crown. Which, if she’s able to see his ecto-field and his shedding off ectoplasmic energy, she’d be able to see his Ghost King shit. Danny gets jolted out of his worried gaping by Maddie’s gasp, “Danny, sweetie, how? It is you. But how? And, and the cape? Sweetie?”. Danny grumbles incoherently to himself, firmly annoyed at this confirmation of his worries. Sure his Ghost King shit looks great, and he rocks it; but the point of keeping it all invisible is so others, can’t, fucking, see, it.

Dash runs up, “oh I call bullshit!”, promptly nabbing the visor away. “Fentelephone?! What the fuck?”, Dash gapes as he raises and lowers the visor repeatedly, before just passing it off to people. Dash collects himself as the other remaining students and teachers all take turns gaping at Danny; while Danny looks around awkwardly at the stupid amount of attention and inquisitive eyes. Dash smirks, making a blatant attempt at making sure Danny keeps his loser wimp title. While Danny’s distracted by Maddie awkwardly patting at his shoulder, Dash walks over and shoves Danny’s other shoulder, “you’re the only one who could make a freaking cape look so lame, Fentoenail. You managed to make it look damn pathetic on your weak little loser frame”, Dash scoffs, “bet it’s some kind of weirdo loser crown. The ultimate weirdo, king of the freaks”. Danny can’t help but snort and rolls his eyes exaggeratedly at Dash. King of freaks wasn’t exactly wrong, and he was grade A fucking weird, nearly one of a kind. It’s a fair bit hard to be weirder or freakier than being half fucking dead.

Maddie turns towards Dash and puts her hands on her hips, “excuse me, young man?”.

“Uhh..”, Dash backs off rapidly.

But the odd settling in of normalcy is jarred away, as a ghost unicorn slams into the shield followed by an ectonet. Danny tilts his head up, full well knowing that’s Skulker he’s sensing and the net’s probably Skulkers. Sure enough, Skulker comes into view. Skulker looks around before shaking his head, “I’m not even going to ask, whelp. Also not foolish enough to even attempt breaking your barrier”. Danny groans and points over his shoulder at the two GIW agents, who are aggressively trying to grab onto the visor but everyone’s basically playing keep away. Skulker sighs at the agents, “seriously?”, looking back at Danny, “you better keep them in there”, grinning maliciously, “or maybe don’t, I could use some new prey”.

Danny snorts but Maddie speaks to Danny before he can respond to Skulker, who promptly flies off looking to avoid any Phantom trademarked humour, “Danny! Ignore that! You should know better than to converse with ectofilth!”.

Danny looks back down towards his mom, “uh, isn’t getting Amity back to the Human Realm more important than who I talk to?”. Mr. Lancer raises an eyebrow, “Human Realm? Would that happen to be another term for earth?”. Danny puts his hands up again awkwardly and takes a step back, “heh heh”, promptly bumping into Dex, a tenth grader. Who’s wearing the visor and now attempting to feel the cape, Danny attempts to not laugh at how silly the guy looks; mostly failing. But this results in agent G nabbing the visor away.

Red grabs and drags Danny away from the, starting to get too close for comfort, crowd. Maddie scurrying after and grabbing onto his other wrist, jerking the two teens to a stop. Danny looks back and forth between the two huntresses yanking on his arms and sighs. While agent G shouts at Danny, “you! Not a ghost but you’re freaking leaking ectoenergy! You might as well be! And-and you’re wearing ghost clothing! Ghost items! No human should stoop so low as to be anything like those ghost freaks!”. Both agents start stalking towards him, while Danny glares at them over the petty insults before yanking his wrists free of their respective gripping ladies.

Danny backflips over top of Red. With Kwan, the one now wearing the visor after punching agent L, easily seeing Danny’s cape billowing and flapping in the air. While the GIW agents stalk after Danny aggressively, agent L glaring at the jock but ignoring him in favour of harassing the ghostly teen.

Red spins around, “Danny what?!?”, as Danny lands softly behind her. While agent L snaps, twitching the ectogun in his hand, “trying to hide behind a proper human! A ghost hunter at that! You’re worse than ectofilth! A human donning the clothing of monsters!”. Agent G points at him, “you’re probably why there’s latent ectoplasm here! Or it’s the fault of those ecto-artifacts! Relinquish them! Or we will shoot you! And we won’t feel bad about shooting some human who lowers themselves to that of those ectoplasmic entities!”.

Now Danny’s just flat-out annoyed, verging on angry. Making his ectofield pulse aggressively and threateningly; which Maddie, having easily re-obtained the visor from Kwan, flinches at. Not liking seeing her son be anything close to ghostly. Knowing he was highly ectocontaminated was one thing, this was another. Clearly the agents weren’t really wrong, her boy was ghostly. But even still, she’s not about to tolerate anyone berating or threatening her son. Maddie turns and snaps at the men, “you will leave my son alone! I’m sure there’s a reasonable explanation for this”, turning back towards Danny, “right sweetie?”.

Red twitches slightly, “uh yeah Danny, care to explain all of”, gesturing at the air above his head and around his shoulders, “this?”.

Agent L barks, “we said remove your ghostly possession now!”. Agent G speaks up as-well while taking a step forward, ectogun creaking in his hands, “and please, mam, step away from him”. Danny groans, wanting everyone to shut up.

He doesn’t get his wish as Red snaps her head around, “oh shut up, I trust him more and faster than I could shoot the both of you. Which is damn fast by the way”.

“There’s nothing lowly about me. No, I’m better for this”, Danny sighs, steeling himself, before looking up and smirking. Placing a hand on his hip and moving in a way to drag his cape over half of himself, the white flames of the collar licking energetically at his chin and cheek. It still being invisible making the mildly threatening effect lost, but it makes Danny feel more powerful all the same, “no, I’m just right. And no I won’t be “relinquishing” anything. Not like I actually could anyway”.

Danny puts his hands in his pockets and rocks on his heels, looking around with a goofy grin. Officially deciding he’s gotta pretty well open up here, cause, like, everyone has seen his shit now. Smirking and turning back to the men, who still have their guns point towards him, “even offing me ain’t gonna make these babies fuck off. Naw, you’d have to double kill me. Make a ghost of the ghost of the person, ya know?”, tapping his chin, “ghostify me to de-ghostify me? Ghost the ghost to ghost the not ghost. Sorta. Words are a wonderful thing, huh?”.

“Danny get to the point for fucks sake”.

“Sweetie, what do you mean you can’t take it off? Surely you could and that would solve part of the issue, right? That stuff’s what’s making the ectofield and shedding ectoenergy, right?”. Danny can’t help but inwardly cringe at Maddie’s words. But it was a damn good cover story, and the crown really did have its own ectofield so it wasn’t even lying.

Sighing and slumping before straightening up, clearly seeing everyone paying acute attention to him, “you’re not wrong, nor are those moronic agents. But y’all are also not right”, Danny then mutters to himself, “I mean they’re straight fucking wrong about the pissing on ghosts crap, but that’s not really new information”, before looking to his mom. Smiling softly, “we’re not here cause of my accessories. Me removing it, if that was even possible, would achieve nothing. No, we’re here cause two idiots dumped fucking pixie dust meant to send ghostly lairs to the Ghost Zone, onto a ghostly lair. This place was a lair long before I got any of this stuff, my stuff is not at fault. It never was”.

“Bullshit! I said before! Ghosts can’t have earth lairs! They ca-”. Danny cuts the agent off, tilting his head back and groaning loudly at the sky, “oh would you shut up!”. Snapping his head back down, forcibly keeping his angry ectoenergy out of his eyes as he responds, “I would have thought, after all these years. All ‘o y’all would have realised you’re useless twats. You can’t tell the difference between ghost fact and ghost I-believe-this-cause-I’m-a-bigoted-moron. A ghost could take a piss on your front lawn and you’d think they were bleeding or part dog or some shit”.

Paulina, wearing the visor now, whimpers a little, “even the air energy thingy looks angry”.

While Danny steps out from around Red with an intense gaze on the two agents, hair fluffing out like some anime bullshit, “but there’s one thing you guys do get right about lairs. If you wanna destroy a lair, or, in this case, make a place no longer a lair. Well, you’ve gotta destroy its keeper. Little late to do that though, since y’all already zapped us into the Ghost Zone, like crappy teleportation lightening. And somehow, I doubt that even if lightning struck twice, that it would send Amity back to the Human Realm”.

Both the men raise their weapons at him but Danny just shrugs, glaring at their faces and paying the weapons no mind, which is a bit disconcerting to the men, “so you’re kind of in a catch twenty-two, kill the lair keeper to rid Amity Park of its ghostliness but thusly making it impossible for Amity to return to the Earth Realm. Or get Amity Park back to the Earth Realm but thusly failing in your mission to rid Amity Park of ghosts and all things ghostly”. Both men grit their teeth at him while Danny just laughs mockingly, “but then again only one of these two options are actually options. Two things impossible to you but only one with any real possibility. Possible impossibility. Sorry not sorry, you can’t destroy this lairs keeper”.

Dash sputters, “what the hell happened to Fentripod, how could that weak loser seem even slightly threatening...”. Earning nervous nods from both Paulina, who’s clinging to Dash’s arm, and Kwan, who’s more in awe than startled.

While Danny walks up to the men, letting their guns push into his chest, chuckling darkly, “even white suit scum like you will hesitate pulling the trigger on a seventeen-year-old human kid”, smirking as multiple people gasp, “you're right, no ghosts got a Human Realm lair. No. But a human certainly does. Heck! Amity Park isn’t even the only human Ghostly Lair. Though-”. Maddie cuts Danny off, starting to become a bit put off by his unusual aggressiveness, even if it’s thickly laced with mocking humour, “Danny what are you saying?!? I’m the leading scientist on these matters, that shouldn’t be possible?”.

Danny’d like to get to actually finish speaking for a change but doesn’t get to respond as he picks up motion from the agents, motion aiming to harm him. Danny quickly twists and leans sideways, avoiding an ectoshot from agent L, before springing backwards. Maddie turns on the agent, “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING”, before punching him in the face.

Danny whistles and smirks at the downed agent. While agent G gets his gun right into Danny’s face, and just as agent G goes to shoot. Danny thoroughly confuses the agent by smirking, “you’re wasting your time”, before agent G fires the gun.

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talldarkandroguesome · 7 years

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4th of Second Seed, Turdas

I met my target early in the morning, and brought a very full looking purse of coin, as was his instruction. He complimented me on my rich clothing and even caressed my hair. The way he let his eyes roam over my body when I appeared to be looking elsewhere was enough to clue me in to the truth behind another rumor I had heard. That in addition to murder, theft, and smuggling, this particular mer was also in the business of selling young Dunmer as slaves to the Covenant.

He would pose questions to me that would otherwise be very strange, at least, if I was not aware of what his plans were. A lot of questions about my family, wealth, occupation, sexual history, and types of poisons I usually took in my daily doses. He offered me one of his special blends he claimed would fill in the missing gaps to that which was used more commonly in Skyrim. Had I not been accustomed to life abroad or Skyrim, and was foolish enough to trust a stranger, I might have let myself be tricked in such a way.

As it was, I thanked him and pretended to take the drought. I could discern from the scent and taste, before I spat it into canteen as I borrowed his water to help it go down, there was the distinct taste of three common sedatives. One of which is known to cause a slight chill as it taste hold. Another is know for making you docile. The last has a reaction to some poisons where it creates a minor truth serum. It was easy enough for me, a mer with no shortage of experience witnessing the effects of all of these, to simulate them one by one.

I started by complaining about how cold Skyrim was heading north and he assured me that was perfectly normal. He told me to take a sip of alcohol to warm up. I did so, knowing how alcohol is known to speed the effect of the drought he had given me.

I asked him if we could stop for a bit, for I was feeling unusually tired. He told me it was the altitude of Skyrim that made those unused to it tired quickly. I thanked him for traveling with me. He told me it was his pleasure and wore the most evil grin I have ever seen. Even Urtisa at her most cruel could not manage such a look of self satisfaction.

We made camp and fire and I asked it was alright for me to stay closer to him for warmth. He offered me a space to share his cloak. I joked that so quickly had everything happened that I would almost think he had poisoned me. His joke was chilling enough I nearly blew my cover. To speak so casually of a preference to flay his enemies rather than poison them. I must have given him some sort of look, for he laughed and slapped my back, telling me to lighten up.

I pretended to get progressively more tired, nearly clinging to him for warmth. He told me he knew of a cabin just a short ways ahead that we could go to to stop for a while until I recovered. I nodded sleepily at him and trudged forward, leaning heavily on him for much of the way. His hands, which he used to help pull me along got lower and lower in their holds.

At the cabin, things escalated fairly quickly. He got me into bed and started a fire in the fireplace. Then he told me it was best if he removed my wet clothes. I told him I hadn’t recalled them getting wet. He assured me it was part of why I was so cold. I let him help me out of all but my under garments. He set them by the fire under the pretense of drying. Then he rubbed oil over my skin, he claimed it had fire salts in it. I could tell from how he was feeling my muscles that he was assessing my body for potential value. I had seen similar techniques when I was in Black Marsh freeing slaves there.

I soon began to get warm all over, I could feel myself begin to perspire after a bit. He stared on, those pink eyes staring at me, but not seeing another mer, rather, he saw the price he assumed I might fetch. I could tell that it was a sadistic pleasure for him to watch the power he could gain over others. I knew he must have taken advantage of many mer. I knew from the way he touched me that he was planning on seeing what I could offer.

Still, haste leads to mistakes. I had to wait. I needed him to be the least on his guard before I made any move. It would make sending him to his death all the sweeter. I owed it to those I could not save to know what they saw at his hand.

I let him place the leather collar around my neck. I let him place the bracelets around my wrists. I asked soft, mumbling questions, which he answered as though I was a silly child who just didn’t understand how things worked in Skyrim. Always his actions were done for my benefit. I had worn the finery of a noble slave once before. Ironically, it was on a mission with Eo then too. Of course, that was by choice, but in a way, so was this.

I made sure to moan softly as he turned me this way or that. I whimpered gently as his cold hands stroked different parts of me. I knew what sounds would bring him the most satisfaction and I drew them out of myself like an eager lover. I could hear the groans of victory in his throat. I asked him what he was doing to me. He told me again he just wanted to make me feel good.

I stretched out, arching my back to the feel of his body against mine, my arms raising up above my head. He straddled me and slid his trousers down far enough that there was no longer any doubt as to what was next to come.

As he slid down atop me, I wrapped my legs and arms around him. This seemed to please him greatly and he leaned down and whispered in my ear that he was going to show me something I never knew before. I purred in agreement and writhed below him. He chuckled and informed me that he was sure to give me the rest of my lifetime to know the pleasures of the flesh.

I leaned up wantonly and told him I wanted to show him the pleasure of his lifetime. He licked his greasy lips at the thought.

I sprung, it was the right moment.

He had been too distracted to see that I had pulled out my hair pins, two thin blades for just such an occasion. My eyes focused instantly and he only had enough time to tense before I plunged both into his throat.He tried to recoil and reach out for his own blade, but I had him tight, pulling him closer against me, pushing myself deep against him. He grasped at his throat where I had punctured his neck. I took out another hair pin, the one he had been so keep to compliment, I twisted it out of it’s cover and jabbed the poisoned needle into lower back and ripped upward. He continued to scream in pain.

It was justice. He got off on the power and sounds of his victims’ suffering. He now got to enjoy just what they had to go through.

At one point he managed to knock away my blades, but the jewelry he had adorned me with is nothing if not covered in lots of pointed ends and I could plunge torn bits off one by one, holding him from taking any out. Even after he managed to throw me off, I simply walked over to his bottle of sleeping drought and threw it, glass and all onto his wounded back. I wanted every fraction of irony of his victim’s pain to be relived by him, bit by excruciating bit.

He cried out how he was going to tear the flesh from my bones and make me rue the day I ever even thought to take him on. That he would burn my bones to ash and make sure I would never see my ancestors or have an afterlife to look after my kin. Well, what a wonderful idea that gave me. I grabbed up my things and the records he had of his victims. Then I took his bottles of whiskey, and as much as it pained me to do, I smashed them on him and the area around him.

I took the purse I had, it was not full of coins, but charcoal. I lit it and tossed it atop him, letting the whole place catch ablaze. Then I walked out and set the door and both the windows on fire as well.

Now I am writing by the light of the blaze as Eo and I wait to make sure that he does not escape from the building before everything is burned down. The screaming has died down, but I want to make sure that there’s no chance of him having passed out and being able to wake up once the fire subsides. I want to make sure the building is raised to the ground. I am going to search the smoldering ashes and make sure there is no way for him to have made it out alive. I want to make sure that all traces of him have been wiped clean of Nirn. I have the record of all those he has sold and all the other activities he has conducted within Skyrim. I will have Avon make a copy to send to The Temple and then submit the record to one of the guards in the hold to follow-up on. Whiterun is not part of the Pact, but I am sure they will not be happy to know there have been spies creeping into the city. I will let them take over that investigation though. I have Avon and my son to reunite with and a husband and daughter to meet.

I suppose once we finish here I will have to speak to Eo again about parting ways. We never did finish our discussion before we had to get to work.

#ESO #TES #Dunmer #RP #Elder Scrolls Online #The Elder Scrolls

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