#but i never heard it in my life so it had me laughing hars

[the-acid-pear]

Like look at another movie that was really weird and divisive with wacky visuals and sexual themes, just like men had: Beau Is Afraid.

Beau too was a fucking trip but in that movie we had an story. We had a starting point and an end goal. You'd even argue this is a vague take on the odyssey too. Sure it was kind of insane for better and for worse but all of its scenes and themes tied to a bigger picture.

MEN is so over the place trying to bring in so many details but refusing to give them a reason to be. In BIA at least you can go "Beau is hallucinating/living out his intrusive/paranoic thoughts" and it makes sense because if you have mental illness similar to him (I do) expecting the worst to happen is what you do, but here it's taken to 11 bc well he's imagining it a little too close. In MEN there's not a single semblance of an explanation on anything. They vaguely maybe imply paganism but I'm just making huge assumptions.

Like BIA is a movie that gives you stepping stones to tie it all together, while MEN is a movie where you just gotta write fucking fanfiction for any of it to make sense. And I'm so upset about it. -_-

#luly talks #MEN 2022 #beau is afraid #also Beau didn't take itself too seriously. it was a comedy after all. surely the jokes didnt land for everyone but it at least knew they #weren't that serious #MEN plays itself completely straight #funniest thing was Geoff's joke 10 minute walk there 30 minute walk back that is probably just a super common old man joke #but i never heard it in my life so it had me laughing hars #like hell even the side characters in BIA are more than the ones in MEN. like i said before the only two we vaguely know something of are #the priest or deacon idc and uh. the green man. and w the green man it's mostly just speculations again #like it doesn't matter if you want a symbolic film you need to create some build up for the viewer's to believe this

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Yandere Coworker (part 12)

Thank you @i---believe---in---pink for commissioning this chapter.

(2041 words)

Tw: afab reader, reader is pretty mean to Cyprus, Cyprus becoming angry and yelling at reader

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You rubbed your eyes with the back of your hand, Cyprus must have thought you were doing that excessively, as he would grab your wrist and pull it away from your face. He gave you a look from the corner of his eyes before returning his attention to the road.

You slumped in your seat, resting your cheek on the seatbelt. Cyprus's hand would find its way back to your thigh, where he would knead and squeeze them as much as he liked. You simply stared at it, because it would always return no matter how much you slapped it away.

You brought your chin up and looked forward. This farmer's market must be far, all you could see is a long strip of asphalt and grass around the car. The sun was shining bright and the air was silent, he refused to turn the radio on or play some music, because he wanted you to talk to him. Cyprus wanted a conversation, to connect with you better by sharing things about each other. But you're just not interested, you wanted to go home and catch up with sleep. Having Cyprus in your life is such a curse, everything was thrown off balance and he kept bullying you. Plus, he kept your phone away, and you're forced to simmer in reality.

"What's your zodiac sign?" He asked, resting his hand on your thigh.

You shrugged. Claiming not to be interested in it just so he would leave you alone in peace.

"Hm." He flicked his turn signal switch to the right before making a turn. "I'm a Cancer, my birthday's on the third of July. And if you're wondering what to get me, I just want your cute little ass on my face." Cyprus sported a playful smirk on his handsome face.

You told him you hope he gets cancer on his birthday. Which made him roll his eyes and click his tongue.

"Someone's cranky." It was followed by a laugh from him. "Sleepy?"

You snapped, telling him you didn't want to go on this stupid date this early in the morning. Wishing that you had never met Cyprus because everything was fine before then, but he had to come around and ruin it. He should just shrivel up and die.

There were a few beats of silence before he began speaking again.

"Wow, where the fuck did that come from, princess? That was a lot to take in." He tried to keep the tone lighthearted, but you could hear a twinge of hurt in his voice. "I must have woken you on the wrong side of the bed today, you were never this mean to me." Something in the way he said that suggests Cyprus is trying to get you to tell him the real reason why you're so moody today.

You sealed your lips shut and looked out of the window. You wanted nothing to do with him and he probably got the hint, as he removed his hand from your lap and placed it on the steering wheel.

Your eyes somehow itched way more than usual, so you went on to rub your eyes again with both hands.

"Stop that-"

You snapped at him again, curling yourself into a ball, pressing yourself far away from Cyprus. He opened his mouth to say something but ultimately decided against doing so.

He looked troubled but you didn't care. Unfortunately, you're too upset to give a damn and you don't know why.

The rest of the ride was driven in silence, neither you or him said a word. And eventually, Cyprus has reached his destination, driving further past the tents and stalls to enter an underground parking lot.

"We're here." Cyprus pulled his handbrake up and killed the engine. He took the keys out of the ignition, but made no move to open the door.

Because he was staring at you, who is now refusing to budge. Hiding yourself in your corner with your knees brought to your chest.

He brought a hand up to your head, petting your hair affectionately. "Baby? I said we're here-"

You yelled at him, saying you heard him the first time. All that while harshly shoving his hand away from you.

"What the fuck is up with you today!?" And it seems like that was the last straw for him, Cyprus furrowed his eyebrows and crowded you from his seat, making the only escape route the door, but it was locked and you somehow couldn't open it no matter how much you tugged on the handle or toggled with the lock.

You said you hated him, he has ruined your life. Perhaps you were trying to mimic what his exes did, you don't know how they could withstand the pressure of his menacing presence. Or maybe they liked it, you definitely didn't.

He sternly called you by your name. "Look at me."

You refused, burying your face in your arms.

"Look at me!" He scolded, this time Cyprus seized you by the jaw and forced your face to his. His grip on you was almost bruising, forcing you to pucker your lips as his fingers dug into your cheeks.

He glared straight at you, steely grey eyes darting all over to examine whatever might be causing your sudden and severe hostility. Though his expression softened when he realized what's been behind your intolerance today.

"Ah." He sounded out, "That figures." relieved and annoyed at the same time. Cyprus brought his thumb on your lower eyelid and gently pulled it down. He then pushed your upper eyelid up.

"Pink eye. I told you not to hang around Nancy." Nancy was one of your nosier coworkers, she had just come back from a medical leave and Cyprus was already telling you to avoid her. You didn't listen despite how she would have coughing fits and bad coughing etiquette. In hindsight, maybe you should have heed his words, but you were desperate to regain some agency over yourself. So you rebelled.

He continued checking your eyeball even after he knew what he was looking at.

It felt invasive, so you thrashed in his grip enough for him to loosen it.

He sighed, taking his keys out of his pocket, jabbing it into his ignition and restarting it again. You winced when Cyprus revved up his engine and allowed its roar to bounce off the basement carpark walls.

"I knew you didn't mean any of it; the crap you said to me. But you really need to say what's bugging you next time... not just take it out on me." He brought his handbrake down and shifted gears.

You remained static in your position and stayed quiet.

"I know you wouldn't, though. It's like it'll kill you to open up." Cyprus drove away from his perfect parking spot, pressing on the gas pedal as if he was in a rush.

"It's fine, I totally love playing detective." Snarked Cyprus sarcastically.

You merely rubbed your eye with a finger.

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"One more drop, princess." He whispered, holding cupping your cheek and using his thumb to pull your lower eyelid down. Once the last droplet of your antibiotics reached your eye, you blinked hard and held onto his wrist.

"That's a good girl," Cyprus whispered as he pecked you on the forehead, before screwing the cap back on the bottle. A few seconds later, you started to feel the relief in your diseased eyeball.

Cyprus had driven you to a nearby pharmacist, where he would buy medicated eye drops for your conjunctivitis. He had insisted that he is the one to administer it because he claimed that you wouldn't know how to do it correctly despite being there when the pharmacist verbally gave you the instructions. It wasn't cheap, but he still footed the bill himself.

You shook your head and blinked rapidly, allowing the medicine to spread evenly. Cyprus brushed any stray hairs away from your face with his fingers, you were too distracted with the sensation you have in your eye to push him away.

"Well?"

You looked at him. He has his arms crossed and is leaning against the side of his car.

"Aren't you going to apologize? You were so fucking mean to me earlier." He looked away momentarily, seemingly trying to hide something on his face before bringing back his focus on you.

You froze and couldn't get anything out, yes, you were unreasonably rude to him. But that may be your only ticket out of this forced relationship... Well, your last resort is to go to the police but you don't think it has come to that yet. It's not... Illegal to be a jerk to Cyprus as long as you check yourself from time to time.

You were brought out of your thoughts by an incoherent grumble from Cyprus, he massaged his brow. "Okay, we don't have to do that now, you're definitely still a little prickly for some reason and I think I know why." He took a deep breath and exhaled as he opened the door to his passenger seat.

You stared blankly at the interior of his car, he gestured for you to go in. "Come on, get in. I'm going to have to fight for another parking spot, and that's going to take a while."

You looked around you, god knows where you are right now and you have no smartphone to navigate your way back home. There isn't a bus stop in sight either. Perhaps you could slowly inch your way to the general direction of your home? Your shoes are intact and pretty comfortable, there has to be a bus stop somewhere.

"You are not walking home, I'll fucking wrangle you into this car if I have to." As if he was reading your mind, Cyprus quickly closed the space between the two of you, so that your face is almost smothered in his broad chest.

You begrudgingly agreed and went into the Passenger's side on your own. He closed the door for you and shook his head while walking towards the driver's seat.

The distance between the pharmacy and the market wasn't that far at all, it was short enough that Cyprus didn't try to initiate any small talk or touch you either. Or maybe he was still freshly wounded by your recalcitrance.

Cyprus only reached out to pull your hand away when you're about to rub your eyes again.

"Here." He picked up his thermos flask in his cup holder and handed it to you. "Drink up, you only had a tiny sip of water today."

You cautiously took it from his hand and opened it to access the crisp, refreshing water with ice cubes bobbing around.

He was right, Cyprus isn't looking for a motherly partner to supplement his life. He is the motherly one who you now realize took care of you very well no matter how much you didn't like his personality.

From cutting your steaks without needing to ask, making your meals, taking you to the clinic, and paying for anything you can think of. Yes, it's irritating that he would drag you to dates that you didn't even want to go on in the first place, but his intentions were for you to experience the world and all its novelty alongside him. He just wanted you to have fun differently and he isn't stingy with his money.

However, that doesn't discount the fact that he's doing all these against your will, touching you despite your numerous "No"s and rejections, forcing you to play along with this romantic fantasy of his in the office and holding your items hostage, so he could keep you in his apartment.

You brought your attention to him again, he's sulking. A stark contrast from his cheery, teasing attitude from this morning.

Somehow, you felt guilty for lashing out at Cyprus earlier. He did make you cry, though. So this could have been payback for it. However, he apologized, albeit sounding patronizing and infantilizing.

But if you apologize, it will only send a message that you're genuinely interested in being with Cyprus. Worsening his chronic disability to heed your rejections.

You thought about your next move.

#yandere #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere male #yandere concept #tw yandere #yandere oc x reader #yandere x you #male yandere oc x reader #oc cyprus #male yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling #tw afab reader #tw fem reader #yandere x female reader #thank you so much for your commission

[harryscherrypie]

You pop, when we get intimate

husband!Harry Styles x fem!reader

summary - how your moans made their way into the background of cinema

warnings - smut, poorly written, slight voyeurism? Harry wants to put your moans in a song so yeah, fluff

wordcount - 2,8k

a/n - Oh god, this one physically drained me. I've been writing it since like august, but the smut never came out right, I hope you like this one, my second smut ever and I'm still a bit awkward writing it so patience, please.

If you have any feedback on my writing, please let me know, it would help tremendously,

Hope you enjoy it.

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“You want to what?” You almost screeched as you looked at Harry with wide eyes.

“You heard me right,” he smirked.

You knew Harry could be unhinged when it came to his music. In his previous work, he wasn’t afraid to use intimate bits and pieces of your relationship, just to complete the storytelling. But this was too much, even for him.

“You are absolutely crazy,” you laughed and shook your head.

He had to be joking. Right?

This wasn’t what you were expecting today. You and Harry were both at home. You were working on a project for work and he was working on songs in his home studio. After being locked away in there for about 5 hours straight he came out into the kitchen and nonchalantly asked the craziest question you’ve ever heard.

“Will you let me put your moans into one of my songs?”

“Look, we don’t have to do it, I understand if you are uncomfortable, but I think it would go in the song perfectly,” he shrugged as he moved closer to the couch, where you were sitting. He crouched in front of you and you opened your legs to make space for him between your legs.

“I don’t know Har,” you mumbled as you leaned closer to him. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into him. It was an awkward position but you didn’t mind, you were glad to finally have him with you after he spent the few previous hours locked away in his studio.

“As I said, baby, if you are uncomfortable, it’s out of the window, you know I would never force you to do anything you don’t want to,” he kissed your cheek gently and placed his forehead against your temple.

“Let me think about it hm?” You asked and he nodded happily.

“Thank you,” he mumbled as he pressed his lips against yours softly.

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That was 2 weeks ago, and to be honest, you thought about his question non-stop. You roughly knew what he wanted to do. He didn’t want to put your moans to the forefront of the song. He wanted them in the background, just loud enough to slightly hear over the music, he didn’t think anyone would catch onto them after the first listen, and that calmed your mind slightly.

Harry was spending the night at his studio in the city when you decided to agree to his proposition. It wasn’t unusual for him to spend nights at the studio. He always said that he felt the most inspired when he worked alone and during the night, and you could understand that.

You retyped the text a few times before you hit send. Just a couple of minutes later, a long voice message came from Harry.

“Oh my God, are you for real? Are you 100% sure? I don’t want you to do this just because I wanted it, please tell me you are sure,” even though he sounded concerned, you could hear a tinge of hope and happiness in his voice.

“Yes, I am sure, I know you would never do anything to hurt or embarrass me, I trust you with my life, Harry,” you sent back a voice message and quickly moved to gather your stuff and get to the studio.

It wasn’t far away, only about 15 minutes from your shared apartment. You listened to a podcast you started listening to while you were working earlier that day as you drove towards the studio.

You parked in the parking lot beside the studio and got out. The lights in the entire building were out, only reassuring you that Harry was in the building alone, maybe except for a couple of security guards, who were going to stay on the bottom floor, so it didn’t bother you.

You walked into the building and greeted the security guard who had a shift that night. You handed him your ID for him to check your name on the list of people who have access and wished you a good night.

You took the elevator to the rented studio, which was on the 8th floor. As the elevator slowed down, you called Harry to let you in.

“Hey, I’m here, can you let me in please?”

“Of course, love, I’m going to be right there,”

You only waited for about 2 minutes, before the door opened up and your husband appeared.

“Hey,” he smiled and pulled you towards him. He rested his chin against your shoulder as he gently swayed your bodies from side to side. You reveled in the feeling for a few moments before he slowly pulled away.

“Come on,” he tugged on your hand and pulled you into the studio with him.

He locked the door behind the two of you and led you towards a small couch in the back of the room. He sat down, pulled you right on top of him in one fluid motion, and rested his palms on your hips.

“I missed you,” he mumbled as he peppered small kisses around your face.

“I missed you too,” you smiled and rubbed his back gently.

“Baby, are you absolutely sure?” He asked concerned.

“Do you want me to change my mind? Because it sounds like you do,” you teased as you swiped your fingers around the surface of his cheeks.

“Let me get things ready, drink some of my tea if you want, it should be still hot,” he smiled and handed you the mug full of herbal tea.

You took the mug into your hands and blew on the tea gently. You watched Harry as he toyed with the soundboard and the computer from the couch. After a few minutes, you placed the mug on the table in front of you and stood up.

You moved towards him as quietly as you could, trying to scare him. He squealed lowly as you dug your fingers into his sides. You wrapped your hands around him while he quietly laughed at your antics. You raised to your tippy-toes and placed your chin on his shoulder.

“You little minx,” he smiled and opened up a program on his computer screen.

“Are you done?” You asked and pressed a kiss to the side of his neck.

“Almost, be patient,” he mumbled. Your eyes wandered from the screen to the profile of Harry’s face. You allowed yourself to admire him for a while before he spoke up.

“I can see you staring,” Harry said absentmindedly.

“I am getting bored and horny, so hurry up,” you whined jokingly.

“I am done, the mic is on, we can go in,” he turned around and pulled you into him. He kissed you gently, and unhurriedly. Even though the both of you knew what was going to happen in the next few minutes, the kiss didn’t get steamy. It stayed soft and gentle as if to bring each other comfort.

“You can still say no, you can always say no, I won’t get mad,” he reminded you as he placed his forehead against yours and closed his eyes in bliss.

“I know,” you rolled your eyes. “You told me like 5 times already,” you joked and he ‘tsked’ and raised your chin to keep you looking at him.

“I want you to be comfortable, and know that you can back out anytime you feel like it is becoming too much,” he stroked your cheek. You nodded in acknowledgment and tugged at his hand.

“C’mon, let’s get this over with,” you said.

“Eager, are we?” he teased but complied and let you lead him to the booth.

“You were hopeful, weren’t you?” You teased when you saw the inside of the booth. There were blankets and pillows strewn across the floor, with some towels and water bottles to the side. Your heart fluttered. You couldn’t have asked for more. The fact that he went out of his way to do this to try and make you feel more comfortable made your heart squeeze inside your chest.

“Guess you could say I had a hunch,” he winked jokingly and pulled you into the booth. He pulled you to sit down on the floor which was cushioned by the soft pillows.

“It’s so cozy, I love it,” you mumbled as you ran your hands over the soft fabric around you.

“Only the best for you, my love,” he smiled.

“C’mere baby, let me kiss you,” Harry pulled you onto his lap and quickly pressed his lips to yours. You stayed like that for a while. Pressed up against each other, lips moving against each other.

“Turn around baby, sit between my legs, it’s going to sound better that way,” he whispered into your ear and you complied. You shifted your weight and turned around, careful not to hurt him. You nested between his legs and pressed your back against his chest. You felt him lean against the wall behind him and get comfortable.

When the both of you got comfortable, you turned your head to the side, so you could face him.

“How are we going to do this?” You asked curiously.

“Well, I don’t think I’m going to be able to fuck you unless I want all of the moans in the background to be mine, so that’s out of the window,” he grinned and kissed your neck.

“Yeah, you tend to be just a tiny bit loud,” you smiled and raised your hand with a small space between your thumb and pointer finger.

“Get your shirt off, woman,” he jokingly ordered and you raised your hands above your head.

“Get it off yourself,” you smiled. The shirt landed somewhere to your right. You didn’t have time to look because Harry pulled you into a kiss immediately after the shirt stopped touching your skin. He didn’t waste any time and cupped your breasts in his hands. He kneaded the soft flesh roughly, making you moan into his mouth.

“So beautiful,” he mumbled against your lips as he ran the tips of his fingers over your stomach and hips. You moaned at his praise softly and raised your hips off of the ground slightly, trying to tell him you wanted him to slide your sweat pants off of your legs.

Harry knew you like the back of his hand, and immediately understood what you wanted from him.

“Raise your hips for me, love, just a bit,” he murmured against the side of your face and you complied, air leaving your lungs at his words, wrapping your arm around the back of his neck to get some stability. He swiped the fabric of both sweat pants and your underwear from underneath your butt, and down your legs.

“Straighten your legs,” he ordered and you did, just for him to hook his knees around your legs and pinning them to the ground, spread out. You let out a shaky breath, tensing up from the sudden cold feeling touching your hot core.

“Relax against me, and let me do the work,” you nodded your head desperately and you laid your head against his shoulder, burrowing your face in his neck.

At first, he didn’t do anything. His slight touches were teasing and almost non-existent, dancing over your heated naked skin.

As his hand traveled down, over your thigh, it nestled itself on your inner thigh, incredibly close to where you needed him, making goosebumps erupt all over your skin.

He was so, so close when he suddenly started to pull away. In the deep feeling of desperation, you forcefully closed your legs and pried them from underneath his, with a loud whine.

“Please, don’t do this to me,” you whined and Harry tsked disapprovingly.

“Be good for me, or you won’t get anything,” he threatened, and you nodded understandingly. You knew he wouldn’t do that to you, after all, he needed this but you knew the longer you would misbehave the longer it would take for him to properly start.

he pined your legs underneath his again, this time a lot firmer than before and his hand went back to the place it was before.

This time around, he didn’t waste any time and dived straight in. He pulled your hood apart with two fingers, leaving your pulsing clit uncovered in the slightly cold air of the recording booth. He smeared your wetness over his fingers and started rubbing soft circles on your clit, making you lean back into him a little more, feeling a jolt of electricity flash over your spine.

“Is that good lovie?” He asked, already knowing the answer. You nodded vigorously, letting a breathless moan tumble out of your mouth. He didn’t take his time easing you into the feeling, as he started rubbing your clit a bit more roughly.

You didn’t understand how he did it, but you already felt the familiar knot forming in your stomach. The feeling of the cold rings pressing against your heated skin only made the motions of his skilled fingers make you feel so much better.

You could feel his fingers starting to explore, the thumb circled your clit and the rest went downwards until you felt them prodding against your wet hole.

“Please, give me your fingers,” you moaned out and he kissed the side of your head.

“Be patient,” he murmured.

He teased you, only letting the tips of his finger dip into you before he pulled them away, only focusing on your clit.

You couldn’t wait anymore, you gripped his wrist and looked him in the eyes, with a pleading look on your face.

“Please,” you whispered and he rolled his eyes, nodding, as if annoyed. You let go of his wrist, settling back against him.

He dipped his fingers in you again, going deeper this time. You spread your legs slightly more, trying to take as much of his fingers as you can. You moaned loudly when his fingers prodded against the sensitive spot inside you. The motion made you grip the loose fabric of his grey sweat pants you could almost feel him smirk behind you.

“Oh, God,” you whispered out as you fought against the flutter of your lashes, struggling against the urge to close your eyes in absolute bliss.

He quickly moved his fingers in and out of you, thumb on your clit, trying to graze the sensitive spot as much and as best as you could. Soon, you were a moaning and whining mess, too close to your orgasm to let out anything except the gasps of his name.

You were so, so close. The feeling in your belly almost too much to bear.

“Let go for me my love, cum for me,” he whispered against your ear.

You tried to hold off for a while, wanting to enjoy his touch for a bit longer, but you couldn’t it wasn’t possible.

You let go with a loud moan as the hot blinding pleasure hit you, making you see galaxies for a few moments. You desperately tried to close your legs around his hand, but this time, he was ready and didn’t let your legs slip from his. Harry continued to rub your clit even after your orgasm, making you whine and try to get away from him.

You felt sleepy. Your eyes were too heavy to keep them open and your limbs felt too heavy to move on your own. You felt yourself being moved. From between Harry’s legs to laying on a fluffy pillow with a warm blanket draped over you. You felt Harry slip away from you, and you tried calling out for him.

“M’just going to turn the mic off, I will be back in a minute, I promise darling, then I’ll clean you up,” he promised lovingly and you nodded, snuggling into the soft fabric of the pillow underneath your head.

He was right, after about a minute you could feel his presence again as the pillows around you shifted underneath his weight.

“I need to pull the blanket off, prepare,” he warned and you braced yourself for the chilly feeling.

You were grateful he cleaned up very quickly. He quickly wiped you up, and slipped your underwear on, mumbling encouraging words when you flinched away from being too sensitive.

“Sit up for me,” he gently ordered and pulled you up to rest against him. He opened the water bottle only an arm's length away from him and placed it against your lips, urging you to drink just a little. You took a few sips, but soon grew tired of it, and tried to lay down again. This time, he laid down with you. He threw a blanket over your bodies, snuggling your almost bare form to his, gently brushing his hand over your hair in soothing motions.

“Did so good for me, my best girl,” he mumbled as he peppered kisses around the back of your neck.

“At least credit me for the song,” you joked weakly, making Harry’s laugh the last thing you heard before you slipped into a well-deserved slumber.

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This is it folks, hope you liked it, please reblog and like to let me know, it makes me very happy to see.

Anyway, thank you for reading <3

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[klaustozier]

demon ; nijiro murakami ver.

SUMMARY: you are a demon hunter and one of this demons is very different from what you are used to.

warnings: demon!Nijiro x fem!reader; Nijiro is 190cm or 6'2 (i think you can write it like this); big!cocks, that's it cocks, two dicks; double penetration; he has tentacles 😳 (no, he won't fuck you with them); his eyes are black and his canines and lateral incisors are pointed; I'm out of my mind; praise kink; degradation kink; fingering; play with nipples; hanging; oral on you (his tongue grows); there will be no condom use (but you know you should, please don't do this to me and use a condom); double penetration; cum inside.

english is not my first language, i'm sorry for any mistakes

word count: 1,7k

i'm sorry for taking so long.

enjoy.

The creature was trapped in a metal chair, chained to the floor. You should have already killed him, but you couldn't. Because you thought he was handsome. You felt so stupid, just because his face was pretty didn't mean you should spare him.

You were a demon hunter and prevented them from harming humans, so you had to kill him. But what about that brunette hair? And that pretty nose? And that jaw? And those lips?

You'd heard from friends that they'd fucked demons before, that they'd come and then kill them, but you couldn't do that, you were better than that.

"What are you thinking about, baby?", he asked, his voice was low, echoing off the walls of the warehouse you'd brought him to. His black eyes focused on you, glistening in the light from outside, teeth sharpened under his smile.

"How to shut you up as fast as I can", you replied, looking back at the knives on your desk.

"Oh yeah?", you suddenly felt him at your back, your heart skipped a beat, your stomach turned to ice, "Are you going to be nice to me, princess?"

"How did you escape?", your voice was so small, you were so scared, for the first time in your life.

"Ah", he chuckled softly, his mouth settling on your neck, "I have my tricks, baby girl", and you felt things slither down your belly and legs and as you looked down, you saw the long, black tentacles curling around your body. Those tentacles came from his back and depending on how much power he had, he could make more of them. You've never met a demon with tentacles and when you captured him, you didn't find any traces that he was like this, "I can smell you... you smell like a horny little slut, you know?"

"Let go of me now", you growled trying to break free, shifting restlessly.

"You find me attractive, don't you?", he asked, chuckling softly, his lips sliding down your neck.

You squinted your eyes trying to concentrate, "Let me go now", you growled through your teeth, feeling your pussy throb as the black tentacles tightened on your thighs.

"I know you don't want to, I can feel your heart beating", one of the countless tentacles slid along the inside of your thigh, the tip coming extremely close to your crotch, caressing the skin still covered by your jeans, "I can feel your pussy throbbing… you smell", and he took a deep breath, "so good…"

"Filthy demon", you cursed, trying to pick up the small dagger on your table trying to hit the thigh of the tall man behind you, but one of the tentacles grabbed your wrist, taking your arm to your own neck.

"Don't be rude, I'm complimenting you, fucking slut."

"Let go of me", you snarled, once more.

His beautiful lips touched your cheek, staying close to your skin as he spoke, taking the dagger from your hand, "Lie to me and say you don't want me."

"How would I want such a disgusting being?", you tried to be strong.

He chuckled, a low laugh, "Disgusting?", a tentacle positioned around your neck and just wrapped around the delicate area, "I'm a monster, but not that kind of monster, you know? If you didn't want me, I'd just walk away… but fuck, when I felt what you wanted from me", he chuckled, "I couldn't control myself… Want to handcuff me again and blow me for a little while, princess?"

You swallowed hard, "Y-you… we can't…", you whispered, getting tired of being strong.

"No? Why not? Because I'm not human?", you took a deep breath, shivering, "Kitten", the tentacle that held you by the neck tightened, making you moan, "you'll never be able to think of another fucking human again after being fucked by me."

The demon turned you on your heels and loosened some of the grip on his tentacles, giving you the opportunity to move away. Your eyes looked at him, the completely black eyes looking at you with so much evil inside them. He grinned, sharp canines and incisors gleaming beneath his handsome smile, the dimples showing. The tentacles wrapped around you again and his hands gripped your waist and finally he kissed you.

You moaned and squirmed, feeling your pussy throb. The bigger one dominated the kiss, his tongue rubbing against yours, hungry, you just allowed him to do what he wanted. His hands roamed your body while the thick black tentacles did the same, exploring every millimeter of it, making your legs tremble.

Two tentacles tightened around your breasts, squeezing them together only so his big hands could play with the nipples hidden under the black clothes. His thumbs began to rub the peaks, his tongue rubbing on yours, his sharp teeth scraping your bottom lip every now and then, the tentacle on your neck squeezing in perfect pressure.

"Fuck, your are so fucking hot", he whispered, his hands going down to be able to remove your shirt, one of the tentacles ripped your bra, in the back, opening it and taking it off. He took a deep breath, "I'm going to fuck you until you forget your name."

"Please, sir."

He smiled, "What a nice little slut."

"Thank you, sir."

His hand slid around your waist, having your mouth dominated again, being kissed with desperation. When your hand wandered to his cock, your eyes widened, the problem wasn't just that it was a thick bulge against the black dress pants he wore, but that they were two bulges. Your eyes widened and his heart sped up in despair making him laugh.

"Stay calm, baby…", he whispered, his hand caressing your hair, while one of the tentacles slid over your ass and the other over your thighs, caressing you, "If you want, I can transform and just stay with on-"

"No… it's okay…"

The brunette smirked, "Your sweet saint face is just for decoration, right?", and chuckled when your cheeks flushed, "You want to feel full, don't you?"

"Yes…"

He chuckled evilly, "And I'll do whatever you want."

The older one opened your pants with his hands and let his tentacles take them off for him while his hand was busy stroking your pussy lips, making your legs shake. The tentacle on your neck loosened its grip a little giving you time to breathe and adjust before tightening it again. His tentacles removed the knives from the table and placed you on top of the furniture while his hands were busy with your white panties. He thought if he should just take it off and be delicate, or if he should tear the piece with brute force, and he chose the second option, ripping the panties, earning a startled moan from you.

Nijiro smiled, his thumb sliding over the wet lips, giving your clit a little attention, making gentle circular motions. He knelt on the floor, tentacles coming out from his back, threading through the white button-up shirt that was opened as he positioned himself on the floor. Four tentacles gripped your legs, opening you for him, holding you in place for his access. A tentacle touched your wrist, pulling it to your own breast, wanting you to touch yourself while another positioned itself on your free breast and began to slide the delicate tip over your nipple. The soft, smooth, black tentacle slid over your delicate skin, making your moan softly.

The brunette took a deep breath and kissed your thighs before sliding his tongue over your wet pussy. You whined, a sigh leaving your lips, your free hand stroking the soft blond hair. The soft tongue rubbed against your clit and moved all over your wet pussy, sucking on the lips before returning to the tender spot and giving it attention.

"Fuck", you cursed feeling his tongue forcing in your entrance.

You didn't expect to feel what you felt. It was like his tongue was sliding down inside you, reaching in, going deeper inside you back and forth, fucking you. Your moan grew more agonized as his thumb began stroking your clit, letting his tongue fuck you.

His dark eyes focused on you, a wicked smile spread across his face, even though you couldn't see it, his nose was resting on your skin as his tongue tasted you so intimately. Saliva escaped his lips, wetting you, sliding down your ass.

A sly moan left your lips when you felt the long tongue leave you and climb your lips, returning to its normal size when reaching the clit, "What a delicious pussy… so tight… you're going to crush my cock like that, princess…"

"How-how…? How you-?"

The brunette chuckled, standing up, sticking out his tongue. The normal-sized tongue grew down his lips, making your heart race. The tentacle on your breast just held it and offered it to its owner for him to curl his long tongue over the delicate skin, the tip rubbing against the nipple as the length slid across the skin, eliciting a whimper from you. One of his hands took your hand away from your own breast and squeezed it hard, making you moan and his free hand went to your pussy, sliding through the lips, collecting the lubrication before sinking them inside you. Fingers curling, back and forth inside you, feeling your hands grip his hair.

"Fucking thigh pussy", whispered the demon as he retracted his tongue, his eyes focusing on his fingers fucking you, the wet sounds mixing with your moans, "Did anyone ever tell you that you moan like a dirty slut?"

You shook your head, "No… I'm sorry, sir."

Nijiro frowned and then laughed, "Who says I don't like it?", the tentacle on your neck squeezed the delicate area again, pulling you closer to him, "I want to hear every obscene moan that comes from you, princess."

The brunette kissed you again, his fingers still teasing you, gathering lubrication before sliding his finger down to your other entrance, dipping one finger in without difficulty. Which made him laugh and he continued to prepare you gently. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you kissed him, feeling your entrance being opened.

His tentacles still held you in place, holding you all the way to your back, so you didn't have to worry about holding on with your hands. Two of them busied themselves with your breasts, squeezing them eagerly as the tips rubbed against your nipples, making your back arch.

The demon's free hand opened his own pants and pulled them down, along with his boxers. The kiss ended because of your curiosity to see what the two volumes you had felt earlier were about. Nijiro had two members, one on top of the other, very close together, under the lower one there was a pair of testicles. Both cocks were thick, countless veins adorned the fair skin, the red tips glowing pre-cum. You swallowed hard, watching him bring his hand to his lips and let saliva fall, sliding it over both of his cocks. You watched with all attention, his hand went to your lips, making you look at him.

"Slobber on it for me, baby girl."

Promptly, you complied, spittle dripping from your mouth onto the large hand under your lips. After a brief moment, he smeared all of your saliva onto his skin, jerking himself off, one cock at a time. With a sigh, he positioned his cocks at your entrances, forcing his way through. You moaned, grabbing his shoulders, hugging him, your hand sliding across his chest, the open white blouse giving you passage over his beautiful abdomen. Your face was buried in his sweet-smelling neck, you could have sworn he smelled like lavender and lust, but she couldn't be sure.

"Everything okay?", Nijiro asked softly, his hands stroking your hair and back as he sank all of himself inside you, wanting to help you calm down.

"Yes", you replied, slightly agonized, your hips squirming, "Fuck me, please, fuck me."

"Whatever my little baby girl wants."

And the demon began to move. His strong hands held you by the waist, starting delicate movements, the tentacles caressed your thighs, squeezing your breasts, offering them to him. The brunette brought his face to your breasts, lightly nibbling the top of your left breast before enveloping it in his tongue, caressing the bitten skin as the tip of his tongue caressed the peaked nipple. You moaned, digging your short nails into the demon's broad shoulders.

Your moans were agonized, you could feel him so deep inside you, stretching you completely for him. Your moans got louder the faster Nijiro moved, fucking you without any kind of pity. You had never been so well fucked in your life, there was hate and precision in his movements and it was so wonderful. With one hand, he pulled you by the hair, making you look at him.

"You're so fucking hot", he whispered, "How am I going to fuck anyone else and not think about that ass crushing me? And that pussy drooling all over my cock?"

"Sir", you whispered, lost.

"Funny you're supposed to be killing me, not letting me stretch you open, princess", he chuckled, "Aren't you ashamed?"

"Fuck off."

The demon grinned and slapped you across the face, "You better respect me, spoiled slut."

"I'm going to kill-", and you couldn't finish, you couldn't threaten him, after all his thumb went back to caressing your clit while both cocks invaded you with so much desire, "I'm going to cum."

"Come on, little slut, get me all wet, let's go…"

Your inside squeezed him hard, your legs trembled with the tentacles, you moaned loudly, unable to control yourself. He smiled and kissed you, not stopping the movements of his hips, seeking his own pleasure as well. It didn't take long before he was cumming, filling you with cum, making his eyes roll back in his head, his tongue rubbing yours, his hands squeezing your soft ass hard, the pleasure consuming his beautiful body.

"Fuck", he growled holding your face tightly before kissing you again, "No, no, no", he whispered, one of his tentacles gripping your wrist, unnoticed by him (or you thought there was no noticing), your took a silver dagger and was ready to cut his neck, but he stopped you, "It's rude to kill a man right after he cums", he scoffed, "Especially after he makes you cum with so much pleasure. "

The brunette pulled away from you enough to be able to look at you, all trapped by his tentacles, cum sliding through your holes, you were so full. Nijiro smiled and straightened his pants.

"My name is Nijiro. Murakami Nijiro", informed the brunette, "If you want to be fucked very well like that and threaten to kill me again, just call me, princess", and after a peck, the demon disappeared, leaving you naked in your warehouse, head full and cum running down your thighs.

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[multi-fandom-friend]

“Let’s do something fun, yeah?” “Like what?” “Let’s go to a rave” “You’re Joking”

COME GET YOUR FOOD UOU SIMPS. so I got this idea from an artist named @razorsystem on here. They had art of Jason and crew in rave outfits, and being a part of rave culture myself, and the little voice in my brain annoying me until I wrote this, this now exists. Enjoy loves! TW FOR FLASHING LIGHTS AND BRIGHT COLORS ON THE DIVIDER AND FOR THEMES OF DRINKING AND BIG CROWDS

🦇Bruce🦇

🦇 when you first asked him to go? It went a little like this

🦇 “Hey Brucie?” “Jesus, I know that tone. You want something.” “Can we pleaaaase go to a rave?” “Absolutely not” “why?” “I’m too old for that. Drinking? Dancing? Flashing lights? Not my thing.” 🦇 you being you? You convinced him. And he got outfits. Pretty expensive ones too but he’s a hot millionaire what did you expect?

🦇 Once you got there he was a little uncomfortable but once he had a drink and started dancing with you? He was fine. He kept his guard up, of course, but he was fine. 🦇 on your way home he stopped and made you two get pizza and everyone in the pizzeria was looking at you two. A 6 something foot tall scary dad aged man and his partner sticking onto his arm as they giggled together in a bright colored rave outfit

🥀Jason Todd🥀

🥀 when you first asked him he was so confused as to what a rave even was

🥀 “Hey Jaybird?” “Yes, love?” “There’s a rave tonight, wanna go?” “What the hell is a rave?” “What’s a— Jason? How have you never heard of a rave? It’s basically a party with a bunch of bright colors, lots of loud music with even more bass in it, and good vibes. Wanna go?” “Will there be lots of people” “…..yeah?” “I dunno. Maybe.” 🥀 Just like his dad he’s hesitant, but he goes eventually. He probably had more fun than you did if we’re being honest. 🥀 y’all got there and he was having the time of his fucking life. And he didn’t wanna tell you but he loved the outfits you two were wearing, but he hated the thigh high latex boots with a small heel that you made him wear. It’s not that they were “too girly” or anything because he doesn’t think clothes have gender he just didn’t entirely understand how to walk without looking like he had a pole up his ass, so you had to teach him. 🥀 once he got the walking down pat, he could dance with you. He didn’t wanna drink because he still had to keep his guard up and walking in these shoes are hard enough sober just in case. 🥀 he made you two leave a little early but you had fun nonetheless. He ordered takeout and you picked it up on the way home.

💎Dickhead Grayson💎

💎 Immediately said yes.

💎 “Hey bluejay? Wanna go to a rave toni-“ “yes. A thousand times yes.” 💎 and then he showed you a photo of him at a rave when he was younger. 💎 You couldn’t believe your eyes. Your Bluejay in short shorts, a latex shirt and leather harness with platform boots and glitter coating his body was in that photo. 💎 then he got dressed and jesus fuckin Christ he looked awesome. Glittery, but awesome. He helped you get dressed and then sprayed you down with iridescent glitter spray that got in your mouth and everywhere glitter probably shouldn’t be

💎 once you got there, he grabbed drinks for you both and started dancing with you immediately. He had so much fun

💎 he still made you both leave early, just for safety reasons. 💎 he also got pizza with you and you two were standing there like two giddy hyenas. Like seriously. You both couldn’t stop laughing for a good 25 minutes.

🐍 Damian Wayne🐍

🐍 it took so much convincing and so much prodding but you got him to break. 🐍 “But Damieeeee!” “No.” “Come on! I promise you’ll have fun!” “Nope.” “Pleaaaase?” 🐍 you did your pouty face and he broke. 🐍 he got his dad to buy you both outfits and you went

🐍 hated how many people there were. Hated it. So much. But you started dancing with him and he calmed down instantly

🐍 you both left after about an hour and went home, he needed a good pair of very loose sweatpants and a very loose shirt, and a good long cuddle session and he was all better.

A/N hi y’all! If you could follow me or even like this post that would be highly appreciated. Thank you!

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[freedomfireflies]

Hey lovey,

How are you doing? First and foremost, I’m so happy to have stumbled upon your blog—I absolutely adore your writing. You have such a beautiful ability to convey a story even in such a few words.

I know I’ve already requested a little something before, but in the event you do find time, and interest in my request, would you write something else for Chris?

Your latest blurb with Harry and Chris reminded me of a fic I read a while back about reader being Chris’ younger girlfriend and him being quite jealous and uncomfortable of her closeness to Harry Styles, given his age.

If you are comfortable, I’d love to see your take on Chris and a younger reader, who’s in her twenties. I don’t really have a premise in mind, but I feel given his history with anxiety and desire to settle down he’d be second guessing his decision to be with someone younger and maybe even feel insecure.

Thanks, sweetheart. 🤍

You are so sweet, thank you so much for reading and requesting 😭💞

“Right, which is exactly what I told him…before I realized he wasn’t even listening.”

“Oh, he never is, no. Unless you’re talking about statistical reports or the number of shares involved, he won’t have a fucking clue what you’re talking about.”

“See, that would have been good advice before I wasted half an hour of my life trying to explain why Jack and Rose both being able to fit on the door was a moot point.”

Harry laughs as he crosses his arms and leans back against the wall. “Oh, well, now I’ve gotta hear this.”

Pleased to share, you clear you throat and sneak a glance at Chris. He’s heard this spiel a hundred times, and he smiles knowingly as he nods at you to continue. “Okay, well, obviously they both could have fit. Duh, that’s the first thing they try in the movie. But the second Jack climbs on top, it starts to sink, because it can’t support both their weight. Therefore, they both would have frozen to death, and Jack made the choice to die for her.”

Harry smirks, head shaking as he glances down at the floor. “Well…shit.”

“Exactly,” you agree. “I will die on this hill, it’s such a stupid argument. Because even if things had been different, Jack still would have chosen to die for her because that’s just who his character was. And, honestly? I think we can all agree that saving Leonardo Dicpario just…isn’t worth it anymore?”

He laughs again as Chris slips an arm around your hip and grins down at you.

“You…might have a point," Harry muses.

“Thank you,” you sigh, before you feel a familiar sort of tapping on your waist. You straighten up. “Anyway, thank you so much again for inviting us to your show. It was…so great to see you again, Har. Really. You’re doing so many amazing things. And I’m really proud of you.”

A lifetime of memories pass between you as Harry meets your eye and offers that understanding smile you’re so used to. 

“Anytime,” he says gently, throwing a grin to Chris as well. “Seriously, both of you are always welcome. Just let me know and I’ll make it happen.”

“We might just take you up on that,” you smirk before the tapping on your side increases. “Thank you again, and hey—good luck on your tour.”

“God, yeah, thanks,” he laughs as the rest of his team begins to fervently gesture him over. He winces. “I’m gonna need it.”

With that, he tosses you both a wave before the three of you part ways and disappear down different ends of the hall.

The drumming continues all the way down the corridor and even after you’ve rounded the corner.

It’s not until you find yourselves alone that you place your hand over Chris’s and give it a firm squeeze. “Okay, all right. What’s wrong?”

You slow to a stop, quickly turning to face him as you watch him sigh and look down at the floor. “Nothing. I’m fine, I’m just ready to go.”

But you know him. You know each nervous tic. You know he only taps your hip when he’s anxious. When he needs a reminder that you’re there.

“Chris…” you try again, fingers tangling in his shirt as you tug. “You promised.”

He looks at you, eyebrows weaving through the lace of guilt as he slips his hands around your wrists. “I know, but it’s nothing. Really—”

“Baby—”

“I…just…” He sighs yet again, one palm dragging down his beard. “Look, I know…I know he’s a part of your past. Okay, I know that. And I accept that, I just…I don’t know how to not…think about it.”

Your head tilts as you squeeze his shirt a bit harder between your hands. “Think about what?”

He goes quiet for a moment, eyes flicking between yours. “If you would have been…happier. With him.”

You lean back, almost as if struck by the very notion. “Why…baby, why would you say that?”

He runs his tongue over his bottom lip and shakes his head, seemingly embarrassed. “I know. I know, I just…you guys have a lot of shared history, you know? And I know he’s closer to your age, can maybe give you things that I can’t. So, seeing you guys together, it just…reminds me that I’m not…that I can’t be your past the way he can. That he’ll always be a part of what led you to me…and I just…I fucking hate that.”

With a wounded heart, your eyes soften. “And what is it you think he can give me that you can’t?”

“I don’t know. A husband that you don’t have to push around in a wheelchair,” he huffs, and there’s a hint of teasing, but you know he’s not kidding. “And he’s probably got a little more stamina than I do these days. Can go more places, do more things. Be who you need him to be. And being with him would probably open a lot of doors.”

“Okay, well, I can open my own doors, thank you,” you playfully retort, and you’re rewarded with a gentle smirk. “I’m gonna be honest, it sounds like you think about him a hell of a lot more than I do.”

He snorts and glances off down the hall. “Funny.”

“I mean it.” Your fingers tug once more on his nice dress shirt. “I knew what I was signing up for when I agreed to go on that first date with you. I knew people would talk about our age difference, and I knew there would be things we’d have to work out. I knew. And I still said yes.”

He looks back.

“You know why?” you whisper, now reaching up to press your palm to his cheek. “Because adult diapers or not…I love you. I always will. You’re Captain fucking America, for pete’s sake! And obviously it’s not about how you look. It’s about who you are…but you better believe Harry was eating his fucking heart out when he saw who he lost to.”

He laughs. In that familiar, boyishly charming way you’re so obsessed with. “Wow, thanks. No, that was good. That was good. I’m cured.”

Your response is to reach up and press your lips into his. Firm but loving. Filled with every promise you might never be able to verbally make.

But every promise you plan to keep.

For a moment, he stills, seemingly taken aback by the sudden rush of intimacy. But, after a moment, his hands find a home on your waist, as they always do, and he seems to unwind.

And once you’re sure he’s begun to release some of his anguish, you pull back to see him. Really see him.

“Baby…and I need you to really hear me when I say this…you are the best goddamn thing that’s ever happened to me," you whisper, overcome with emotion.

He smiles, exhaling a gentle laugh as if amused with your effort but you’re far from done.

Your grip becomes a little harder. “I’m serious, okay? Things with Harry…were fine. They were fine. And yeah, maybe he’s a small part of what brought me to you, but you…Chris, you? You…are fucking everything.”

The smile slowly slips off his face at the earnest fervor in your voice.

“Every day when I wake up and see you in bed—in our bed—it reminds me that you weren’t just the right decision. Okay, you are the only decision. You are the only thing that makes sense for me. The only person that I need to be with. Fuck the past. The only future I want looks like you. It is you. You are all of it.”

And you’ve never meant anything more, and you can only hope that he feels exactly how much he means to you.

His expression softens as he releases a deep breath and slips his palm around the back of your neck to keep you close.

“I know that doesn’t fix it,” you tell him gently. “I know that. You think I like running into Minka Kelly and remembering your past? Fuck no. But there is nothing—and I mean this—that Harry could have given me. Nothing. I don’t even—I mean, I can’t even imagine what a future with him would have looked like. I don’t want to imagine.”

Your touch moves to his chest once again, fingers tapping over his heart. 

“When I see him, I don’t think about anything else but you,” you continue. “Honestly. I mean look at you. Come on. Harry doesn’t stand a fucking chance next to you. Not with that receding hairline of his and the complete lack of communicational skills. Seriously, you were such an upgrade for me, it’s not even funny—”

He dips down and kisses you again. Harder this time. As if to say everything he doesn’t know how to say aloud.

“I love you,” he whispers, nose nudging against yours. “I really, really love you.”

“I know,” you whisper back, smiling rather giddily. “And I mean it, Christopher Robert Jamal Evans. You are the best goddamn thing that’s ever happened to me.”

He groans playfully at the use of his full name but kisses you again anyway.

And you let him. Because kissing him feels like coming home. It feels like finally finding your place in the world. 

It just feels…right.

“Take me home,” you murmur the moment his tongue swipes at your bottom lip. “Take me home and make me your future.”

And who is he to say no?

His arm quickly loops around your lower back to tug you into his chest before he leaves you with one final reminder of who he is to you.

And you don’t imagine you’ll ever forget.

“Promise,” he says, smirking victoriously as his hand travels to your ass to give it a quick squeeze.

And you laugh before leading him out of the arena, hand and hand, the anxious tapping now nowhere to be found. 

And you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

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[shadowofroses]

Rejected idea

Trigun

Reader x Vash

Warning: afab reader, itsekai, Vash is a flirt, mechanical worker Reader, reader has some scars and high pain tolerance.

Summery: I wanted to do a Itsekai Trigun wise, and I realized there was a better way to go about it, and now have a hard time working with this idea. Currently, but will be carrying the Reader idea over to the new one etc, but I wanted to share what I did cause I did like it.

Story idea:

You lifted yourself from the vehicle’s engine as oil decided to squirt out onto your face causing you to twitch. “Dammit Sam, why is it every time something fucked up happens to your vehicle I can’t understand how it got fucked up?!” you lifted a rag from the side and wiped the oil off of your face while the man busted up laughing. 

“You got me!” 

You sighed at that. Looking down at your tank top and scarred up skin from fights you had to break up. “No way in hell I’mma find myself a partner…” You muttered to yourself. 

“What was that Scrappy?” 

You rolled your eyes, “How the heck did your wife put up with you? You must’ve broke everything.”

“Har har. I have you know I am heavily packin’ Lil’lady.” The slightly balding gray man said with a smirk, wiggling his eyebrows causing you to deadpan. 

“Ew. Did not need to know that.”

“WELL YOU ASKED!” Sam snickered, placing a pipe back into his mouth and puffing it.

You scoffed, throwing a wrench into his general direction as a cloud of sand picked up in the distance. “Yeah, I regret it!”

“Incoming!” 

You turned your head just in time for a vehicle to stop, putting on its brakes hard and someone in red flew off the top of the jeep and past your right ear. 

“I’M GONNA DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE!~” you heard before you and Sam heard a thud, turning to the noise, you saw what seemed to be a man in the sand, luckily not hitting Sam’s house. He was wearing what looked to be a red duster jacket coat, his butt and black pants clearly visible as his head was buried in the sand. 

You quickly jumped off the engine and ran over grabbing the man by the waist and tugging at him, “Ah! Sir, are you okay?!” You called out just as you tugged hard enough to pull his head out of the sand, causing you to fall backwards and him landing backside on top of you causing your soul to leave your body. 

The man coughed up sand, turning around, seeing you, his eyes widened, and seemed watery, and sparkly? He grabbed your hands in his, helping you up, “You saved my life! Thank you! You must be an angel! How about I treat you to a drink~” 

Your eyes nearly crossed in confusion, “HAH?!” 

Sam however was bent over howling, as the man’s friends came barreling out of the jeep. “I’m so sorry Vash!” came a feminine voice. 

“You know damn well she did it on purpose!” came a rougher voice. 

“I DID NOT!” 

A man in a darker suit rolled his eyes, moving to light a cigarette. “Princess here was directed here for brake work.” 

“MY NAME IS MERYL!”

You felt your chest tighten as you realized who all surrounded you. Sam had called this planet No Mans Land at times. But it never clicked that this was Trigun that you were itsekaied into.

Nicholas noticed your recognition of them which made him pause to stare at you this time. However Sam slapped your back, “Just brake work? No problem Scrappy here will take care of it.” You blushed at the name but only nodded, at least before you realized Vash was still holding your hands, causing your face to go darker.    

You pulled away from his hands reluctantly as you turned back to the group, not catching Vash’s pout. “I don’t suppose you can pull it into the shop here or will the brakes make it difficult?” you tried to distract yourself, walking over to their vehicle. 

Meryl nodded giving a glance, “as long as I give it a small nudge…”

Roberto gave you a look, “Do not let her, give the keys Newbie.”

“EXCUSE ME?!” 

You gave a chuckle, “That is fine, just take it out of park and turn the wheel. I’ll hook it up and pull it into the shop.” you jogged off into the machine shop, grabbing a heavy hook and running off back to their vehicle hooking the underside. “Sam, hit the…”

“Yeah yeah, yer not my wife, stop bossin’ me around!” the man slurred his words speaking fast, as the chain tugged and started to pull it in as Meryl quickly hopped in to steer it into the shop. “Ya folks hungry?” the man questioned as you went into the shop. 

You shot him a quick glance, “Also, you fucking had that wrench I threw at you stuck in the belt. I’m not fixing your shit anymore.” before you went to crank their vehicle up, causing the older man to bark out laughing. 

“Starting to think she’s catching on that I’m doing it on purpose.” he said with a grin causing Roberto to smirk and shake his head. 

Meryl hopped out of the vehicle as the three guys followed Sam into the main house, “So, what do you think?” 

You dodged under the vehicle. “I don’t know, Meryl is it?” 

You couldn’t see it but her eyes brightened at finally being called by her name. “Yeah, and they call you Scrappy?”

You reached for some tools, and loosened some bolts. “Oh yeah, these brakes are stripped, and actually the name’s (First name) (Last Name). The old man found me not long ago, and gave me the nickname since I haven’t died yet.” you grunted, “Luckily just the back breaks, should be an easy fix. You want me to look at the engine too?”

Meryl’s eyes widened, “OH GOSH PLEASE DO! I just remembered that I forgot to charge it!” 

You lightly smiled, at least this wasn’t far off from what you recalled of the anime. “We don’t have a plant here, but I can steal Sam’s charge from his vehicle. Run inside and get some food while you can.” you told her, as you got to work on replacing the breaks. You heard her walk off and you sighed in relief. It was a good hour before you managed to attach the new ones. Hooking up the jumpers between Sam’s and theirs you easily charged it. 

It was nightfall before you finally got finished. You yawned, wiping some grease off of your face again. The old man talked them into staying the night, as the next city was within a couple hours drive. Roberto stayed with Sam, Vash and Nicholas stayed in the extra spare room where Sam’s kid used to stay in, and Meryl stayed in your room. 

Middle of the night, you couldn’t sleep. You left the room, and moved outside and climbed on top of the roof. You were concerned. Looking up, you stared at the stars, and worms floating around the sky. 

You breathed in the fresh air, taking a deep breath smiling, regardless of being concerned. You knew this was No Man’s Land. You’ve seen Vash’s Wanted posters around. For some reason you never thought you’d run into the Man in question. 

As much as you were thrilled to meet him, and the main crew, you were also anxious. You were wondering if trouble would follow him here. You didn’t want to think of that. But you couldn’t blame Vash, not one bit if something happened. 

You refused to. The third city July was still standing. 

Still, you couldn’t help but think of how beautiful the sky was. You didn’t look up when you heard a noise. But where exactly in the timeline you were…

“Couldn’t sleep?” You felt your breath hitch, you glanced up, your eyes locking onto green-blue eyes, full of trust. Your heart skipped a beat, causing you to look away as you felt your face warm. There was nothing preparing you for how handsome he was. 

You smiled softly looking back up at the sky. “You could say that, how about you?” 

“The gorgeous woman that saved me earlier is being melancholy on the roof in the middle of the night!” that threw you off for a moment causing your eyes to widen, Vash seemed to grin in response knowing he caught you off guard. “What’s on your mind?”

“Gorgeous? Too generous.” You visibly winced for some reason. 

Vash frowned, kneeling down sitting beside you. “Not generous enough. Will you please tell me?” he asked softly. 

You hummed, “I think I have intruded on Sam’s hospitality too long.” you glanced back up as Vash glanced back at you. “I should leave…but…I’m scared to be on my own. Partially why I’ve stayed this long…”

Vash lifted his hand and held it against his chin in thought. “Oh? I assumed you were his daughter or something.” 

You shook your head, “Nah, Sam found me about five months ago. All I had was a few pieces of jewelry, which I sold for a gun and Canteen but…couldn’t bring myself to leave at the time.”

Vash’s eyes widened in realization. “Ooooh, if you don’t mind me asking, where are you from?” you knew he was mentally preparing himself to hear that he was behind how you were homeless, without family. 

“I…it’s complicated. I’m not even sure I can properly explain it.” you shook your head with a chuckle. “Honestly if feels as if I’m within a dream…”

Vash smiled, “You know…” he trailed off, an explosion sounded, causing the both of you to jump up, “WHAT WAS THAT?!” 

“SHIT!” you glanced over the roof spotting bright lights. 

“Bad Lads!” both you and Vash exclaimed. Vash started patting his jacket. “I left my gun in the room!” 

The both of you jumped off the roof to run back into the house. You ran to your room where Meryl was startled awake. “What’s going on?!” 

You grabbed your gun, and quickly loaded it. “Get your friends, get in your vehicle and get out of here. Bad Lads are here!” 

Why you thought out of everything that you could stand tall against the group, telling the more experienced group to get the hell out of dodge. You shoved the gun into your holster and rushed outside where the Bad Lads surrounded the home.

#Trigun #Tristamp #Trigun stampede #Vash the Stampede #vash the stampede x you #vash the stampede x reader #X reader

[danikamariewrites]

Would you write a Manon x reader of her taking the reader for a flight on abraxos? Maybe the readers nervous and she comforts and teases them

First Flight

Manon x reader

A/n: I haven’t written for Manon in so long this made me so happy to see in my inbox

Warnings: none

As Manon tightened the last strap around your leg you started to get second thoughts. Sitting on Abraxos was one thing, but flying on him was something else entirely. Manon could tell you were afraid. She didn’t even need to smell it on you, she could see it on your face.

Your eyes darted over every buckle and leather as Manon leaned against Abraxos’ side. She gave you a mocking smile, “You ok, love?” Your head snaps toward her with wide eyes. “Huh? Yes. No, actually I am petrified.”

Manon’s shoulders shake from laughter. “Well you better calm down quick. He can smell your fear.” You look at Abraxos’ head which is now tilted to look at you. You swear the wyvern had a playful look in his eye, a smile on his nonexistent lips, and huffed out a laugh.

You lean back and attempt to lift out of the saddle but couldn’t even get your butt up. Manon climbs on behind you and quickly straps in. She wraps her arms around your middle pulling you against her chest. Manon kisses your cheek giving you a loving squeeze.

“Hey, there’s nothing to worry about. I’ll be here the whole time, holding on to you. And Abraxos won’t do any crazy maneuvers. Right?” She growled out at him. Abraxos bobbed his head in agreement. That made you giggle a little.

After a few more breathes your stomach felt less anxious. The knot loosening just enough that Manon felt comfortable yanking on the reins to signal take off. He ran flapping his wings, soaring toward the bright sky. You squeezed your eyes shut and gripped Manon’s thighs behind you.

The higher Abraxos climbed the more your stomach dropped. You wanted to open your eyes but you just couldn’t. You didn’t want to know how high up you were in case you somehow slipped from the harness.

Manon let go of the reins, hooking them in place on the saddle. She rubbed your arms lifting your hands from her thighs gently. Manon had never been this soft with you. Granted she was still learning how to comfort others in a nonviolent, nonthreatening way. But you weren’t complaining. You liked this side of her.

Manon brought your arms to reach out beside you, keeping them level with hers. Her fingers tracing your palms to relax, uncurling your fingers so you could feel the wind race through them. Holding on to your waist Manon rested her chin on your shoulder, bringing her mouth to your ear so you could hear her over the roaring gusts.

“Relax. Feel the wind around you. Let it guide your movements. Feel it help you.” You took in a deep breath through your nose. Exhaling through your mouth. You did that a few more times and cracked your eyes open.

Looking around you took in the scenery around you. The pale clouds lazily inching through the sky. The sun shimmering as it reached its peak. You decided to be brave in look down. You saw the Wastes rushing by. What was once barren and cold was now full of greenery and life.

A large grin broke out on your lips. You turned your head to look at Manon. Her white braid whipping in the wind as a matching grin spread on her lips. “I get why you like being up here so much.” Manon nodded, pulling your back to her chest again.

You held on to her arms as a way of hugging her. She kissed your cheek and rested her forehead against your temple. Abraxos let out a happy roar that she had not heard since their first flight together in the Gap. She swore she started tearing up. But these weren’t sad tears like she was used to. These were happy tears that she didn’t bother to hide. For the first time in a very long time she was content, peaceful even.

tags: @rigelus @nyotamalfoy @auggiesolovey @bubybubsters @baybay123455 @msiecrane @aroseinvelaris @twsssmlmaa

#throne of glass #throne of glass imagine #throne of glass fanfiction #throne of glass fanfic #throne of glass fluff #manon blackbeak x reader #manon blackbeak #manon x you #manon fanfic #manon x reader #Manon blackbeak fluff

[jen-with-a-pen]

the weight

summary: Steve betrays Bucky in the worst way possible.

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

warnings: Angst, cheating, emotional damage, swearing, mention of vomiting, hurt/no comfort, emotional hurt

word count: 3.8k

read here on AO3!

a/n: This is my submission for the lovely @maladaptivexxdaydreaming's Jardin de Poemas writing challenge! I was so so excited for this and decided to take it on as my first ever writing challenge! I had a lot of angsty emotional fun writing this and a lot of listening to Amber Run's The Weight on repeat (hence the title oops). This is literally my longest fic to date and I did my best to revise and edit it on my own!! Hope you like it!! divider by @firefly-graphics, banner by me I used the following prompts:

I would put you first, I would claim you, I would declare you when times were tough, when times were difficult, I would cling to you

Let go of the old love and tell it to keep its distance. Tell this love that I am the only one for you

The morning Bucky heard Steve had made it home from his mission, he felt the weight of the world lift from his shoulders. After six weeks of worrying, waiting for some sort of news, he was finally able to breathe again. 

Bucky rushed to the rooftop the second the helicopter landed, ready to welcome back the love of his life. It was a tradition that developed over the five years they had been officially together: one happily welcoming the other home with the biggest hug and kiss, never mind who was around or watching. It was one of Bucky’s favorite things. 

Next to Steve himself, of course. 

The steel security doors flung open as Bucky hurried onto the landing pad as the propellers slowed to a halt. The door swung open, and Bucky couldn’t help the smile building on his face, wider and wider as the vehicle emptied. The first two agents exited, followed by a striking blonde woman in full business attire plus a tactical vest. C.I.A. in bold white letters plastered on the front of the Kevlar that fit snug over her white collared blouse. Shiny black heels clacked against the concrete as she strutted through the line of officials welcoming the team back.

Bucky paused, watching her, brow furrowing deeper into thought with yet each heel click. Bucky couldn’t put a name to her face; he knew he recognized her as she strode by him, eyes flicking up and down his form with the shadow of a smirk grazing her lips. His smile faltered.

What was that about?

Bucky’s gaze followed the woman as she continued into the building, his face contorted as he filed through his brain for some sort of name for her. He knew he’d seen her before, when and where–

“Bucky?”

Whipping his head back around, his grin returned immediately. Steve stood in front of the copter’s exit, donning his signature navy tactical suit, worn leather shield harness tight against his fame. His blond hair pushed back from his face with a few strands cascading from his crown; a sight that would make any man or woman fall to their knees. The cut lip he somehow acquired failed to take away from the sculpturesque features of his face.

Finally.

Bucky broke into a sprint, colliding with Steve’s Kevlar-clad chest, arms wrapping around his torso, warmth washing onto his skin as he buried his face in Steve’s neck. 

“Woah! Hey, hey, Buck,” he coughed out, squeezing his partner back. However, Bucky noticed, it wasn't as hard as he usually did. Usually, Steve would squeeze back so hard Bucky would see stars. This was… just a hug. 

Bucky swallowed the nasty taste on his tongue, immediately tucking the thought back with the other unnecessary doubts and intrusive suggestions he kept locked away. It had been a month, just one, and his brain was suddenly overanalyzing Steve hugging him. 

“Here I thought you weren’t gonna make it in time, you let the copter beat ya," Steve laughed, dimples appearing on his cheeks.

“Had a late notice, but I still made it,” Bucky hummed into his neck. “I’d never miss this for th’ world.” He opened his eyes after a moment, greeted by a sight of purple-haloed bruises running up the column of his lover's neck. Bucky pulled back sharply as he held Steve at arm's length. 

“Steve, what happened?” Bucky questioned, concern coating his tone. He'd never seen his partner come home with an injury like this before. He tilted his head to look at both sides, each riddled with various contusions in pinks, reds, and purples. Some even seemed fresh; Bucky, again, pushed the mere suggestion to the back of his mind. Steve’s eyes widened, immediately reeling his reaction in to keep his composure. Bucky swore he felt the man’s shoulders tense under his touch. 

“Oh, um, they had this huge guy, a hitman ex-assassin,” Steve explained. “Guy got a good couple of headlocks, couple a hits ‘n kicks to me before I took him down.” He swallowed thickly, searching Bucky’s eyes for validation in his story. Bucky held his gaze a second more, finally relaxing his grip on Steve’s shoulders. He brought the blond back in for another bear hug. 

“‘m just glad you’re okay, punk.” 

“Me too, Buck. Now, let’s get inside, I need debrief, dinner, and a shower.” 

×××

Sharon. That’s who the blonde was.

Bucky remembered the woman’s name as he failed to mingle at the dinner that was arranged for the return of Captain America from another successful assignment. Leaning his plated arm against the stainless steel bar top, he mulled over a cider he half-heartedly accepted when Steve offered it to him earlier. Sipping the lukewarm liquid, his gaze swept the room of people conversing, laughing with one another. His eyes flitted from one group of people to another, face after unfamiliar face as he searched the sporadic sea of people. 

Stretching, Bucky checked his watch. Seven twenty. He’d been stuck to the bar like some outlying predator with an alcohol problem for thirty minutes. 

"Buck, I have t' go 'n mingle, gotta make the press happy," Steve had told him, unhooking his fingers from the brunet’s plated ones as he picked up his phone again for the fortieth time that evening. Bucky had never seen Steve on his phone that much, fingers speeding over the keys, tapping rapidly as if his life depended on it. It felt like every minute they cycled through the same three things– talking, phone buzzing, texting, repeat– and when Bucky leaned in the slightest bit to see who Steve was chatting with, Steve immediately dropped the phone face down on the counter like he hadn’t even touched it.

Bucky noticed Steve’s eyes dulled each time they met his.

"I'll be quick, then we can catch up, okay?" He smiled genuinely for the first time since he'd been home. Bucky relented, returning the gestures half-heartedly with a soft 'of course, love' before leaning in for a kiss– to which Steve pecked Bucky's cheek and beelined for the first table he could find. 

The faces blurred together after that.

"'m heading back," the soldier turned to the bartender, "if the tall blond that was here earlier with me comes back, tell 'im I went back to our place, would ya?"

The bartender offered a pitiful smile. “Cap, right?” 

Bucky nodded, still hopelessly searching for his partner. 

“Sure thing. You alright, Sarge?”

“Yeah. Yeah, ‘m fine,” Bucky mumbled as he shook out of his self-induced trance. He dove into his pocket for his wallet, slipping out a twenty and sliding it to the young man. “Thanks, kid.” 

He stalked through the crowd towards the elevators, teeth gnawing on his bottom lip as anxiety began to pool in his chest and thought after intrusively doubtful thought raced through his mind. His heart quickened with his pace as he made it to the elevator and pressed the call button a little too aggressively. The elevator doors slid open instantaneously and Bucky looked up, freezing in place as he locked eyes with the exiting occupants.

Steve and Sharon stood side by side, eyes just as wide and surprised to see Bucky. 

The three gawked at one another, unable to move or speak. Sharon parted her lips, another quiet smirk playing on her smudged red lipstick. She glanced to Steve– who had completely drained of blood at the sight of Bucky– and cleared her throat, throwing on another innocent smile. 

“Sergeant Barnes,” she acknowledged, failing to hide the underlying curtness in her tone. She gave him another once over as she strutted back to the dinner party, heels clicking on the marble floor. 

Bucky turned his attention back to Steve and quirked an eyebrow as a hard lump of annoyance and anxiety built in his throat.

“Sorry, baby, they, they needed us for a quick photo op!” Steve nodded his head as if patting himself on the back. The half-assed apology failed to reach his eyes. 

And its target audience.

“‘S okay, I’m beat, gonna head up to the room,” Bucky shrugged, stepping inside the elevator and pressing the button for their floor. “You comin’?”

Steve was already halfway out the elevator by Bucky’s question. He stopped and turned on his heel, raising an index finger and pointing at his partner. 

“No, but!” He gestured, “Sharon wanted a drink and I wanted to say hi to Maria real quick. I’ll be up in, say, fifteen?” The blond smiled, awaiting approval from the brunet.

“Sure. Fifteen.”

The doors slid shut as Steve all but ran towards the party. Bucky sighed, the lump in his throat expanding as the elevator hummed, one thought plaguing his brain on the way up. 

Maria wasn’t at that party.

×××

Bucky knew someone had been in the apartment. 

He flicked the light on as he let the door shut behind him, a sense of unease and doubt washing over him as he shrugged off his jacket and threw it on the counter. Standing in the open entryway made him fidget like he wasn’t supposed to be there. 

Like he didn’t belong there.

He moved into the kitchen, taking out his ponytail, and carding a hand through the loosened locks. Opening a cupboard, he fished out a scotch glass and placed it on the counter, pulling a bottle of whiskey from another and pouring to his heart’s content. If there was anything that would put him at ease, it'd be straight scotch. 

Bringing the whiskey to his lips, he froze, goosebumps littering his neck and arm. Something was off. He glanced over at the living room sofa, scanning the coffee table, end tables, the bookshelf. 

It was subtle, but he knew. 

The couch cushions were recently pushed in, the pillows in their wrong spots. The throw blankets he and Steve always shared were folded and draped carelessly over the back of the couch. The end table coasters were knocked to the floor, scattering across the area rug.

The picture frame on the coffee table, one of Steve and him from their first date in Central Park, tipped over face down. 

Bucky downed the rest of the whiskey and strode into the bedroom as the rooms began to spin. Turning on the light displayed a similar scene. The bed was haphazardly made, with wrinkled blankets and more wrongly-placed pillows.

He must be making this up. It’s all in his head. It had to be. 

The picture of him on Steve’s side of the bed, face down like the one in the living room, proved otherwise. 

Bucky felt sick. His stomach somersaulted, twisting upside and inside out as his heart hammered against his ribs. He stumbled to the bathroom sink, blasting cold water from the faucet. He cupped and splashed it on his face, a futile attempt to stop the panic attack in its tracks. He braced the sink basin, gripping the granite countertop while attempting to control his breathing. 

All focus dissipated, however, when he felt the counter vibrate under his palms. He glanced down, only to be greeted by Steve’s cell phone in the middle of the counter. The last bit of blood left Bucky's face, the lump in his throat dropping straight into the pit of his stomach.

Listening for the door, Bucky quickly peered over his shoulder and picked up the phone. It buzzed as he held it, a Pandora's Box beckoning him to open it.

He tapped the screen awake– only to be promoted for a password. Bucky’s brow furrowed, confused and offended as to why Steve needed a password on his phone. He never wanted one, nor would he ever bend to getting one despite complaints from Tony. 

Bucky gulped as he racked his brain for possible options. 

1945, no.

2825, BUCK, no.

72724, SARAH, yes.

Oh. 

Bucky could feel his hand begin to shake as he opened the messages app. At the very top of the screen, Sharon's name illuminated the screen as unread. With attachments.

Oh fuck. 

Bucky was paralyzed, unsure of whether to dig deeper or to pretend this was a dream. Without thinking, he tapped on her name.

Message upon message, photos from both sides of the screen, validations and sweet nothings and secret meetings. Bucky stopped scrolling at one excerpt, his heart all but stopping.

Sharon: what r u doing when u get back?

Steve: You, definitely ;)

Sharon: but what about bucky? he cant know

Steve: I won’t tell him!!

Sharon: u wont?

Steve: No, not ever. Only you and me til the end of the line :*

The phone left Bucky’s hand faster than he could lunge for the toilet, gagging over the bowl as the text burned into his brain, branding it forever into his memory. He clutched the porcelain as he heaved, purging his dinner and guts and trust and last bits of hope. 

The bathroom door slammed open as Bucky heaved again. Steve suddenly appeared, frozen in place at the sight of his cell phone screen shattered on the floor while his partner hunched over the toilet. Steve’s stomach sank, refusing to let him move from the threshold of the bathroom. 

Spitting and wiping his nose, Bucky looked up at Steve, tears and snot streaming down his face. Steve was the equivalent of a deer in headlights as the blood drained from his face at the sight of his lover.

“Why?” Bucky croaked, gagging again into the toilet. Having nothing else to give, he dropped the seat down and flushed, slumping back against the shower door. He wiped his face on the sleeve of his t-shirt, panting and sniffling like a pathetic child.

Steve’s lips formed the words he needed but sound failed to carry them. His grip only tightened against the door frame. There was nowhere else to hide. 

“Why, Steve?” Bucky yelled, this time standing abruptly and biting his lip to quell the sudden sobs building in his chest. Still, with no answer he moved to pick the phone off the floor, gripping it in his prosthetic hand. The phone’s plastic body began to submit to the weight of his grasp, cracking under the pressure. 

“Fuckin’ answer me!” 

“I can explain, Bucky! It’s not what you think!” Steve held both hands out in an attempt to calm the brunet down, though it looked more like a zoo keeper calming a wild animal than it did a lover's quarrel. 

Bucky’s rage only boiled over. He threw the phone at the ground, glass and plastic shattering and metal shrapnel flying everywhere. He balled his hands into tight fists and set his jaw. Tears streamed steadily down his cheeks, trailing the column of his neck, staining the collar of his shirt. 

“You fuckin’ liar. Why? Why, Steve? When did this even happen? When did it fucking start?” He sobbed, his legs like jelly, threatening to give under him at any moment.

“Bucky I-”

“You’ve made enough goddamned excuses!”

“We were undercover for the mission, we… I didn’t mean for it to go this far!”

“Then why did you fuckin’ let it?”

The silence was deafening as Steve searched for an answer. He came up empty and Bucky shoved past him, heading for the front door. He needed to get the fuck out of there, away from Steve, away from it all. 

“Bucky, baby, honey, please!” Steve begged as he followed. He knew he was crying, he felt like he was crying, but the tears refused to spill. 

He couldn’t deny his guilt. 

“Don’t you dare Bucky baby me, you lying fuckin' bastard!”

“I didn’t know what she was doing, Buck! She came onto me! And, and I, I dunno! I, I just went with it!” Steve appealed. “I was gone for a month!” 

Bucky stopped dead in his tracks. He spun over his shoulder, daggers shooting from his eyes straight into Steve's.

“That’s your excuse? You were gone? For a month?”

Steve instantly regretted his words, opening his mouth to explain but promptly shutting it. He knew he couldn’t dig the hole any further than the bedrock he just hit. 

“I was here. For a month. I slept, in an empty bed, for a month. I worked, alone, for a month. I was here,” his voice broke, “without my best guy. For a month.”

Bucky screamed the last of his words at Steve, grasping fistfuls of hair to ground himself– and to keep himself from punching a hole in the wall. 

Steve remained silent, unable to further poorly defend himself. The tears still hadn't fallen.

"I was gonna leave but ya know what?" Bucky shook his head. He headed to the door, pushing it open and blowing in a sarcastic gesture of politeness. "You leave. Get the fuck out, Steve. I'm fucking going to bed." 

Steve's jaw slacked, his slouched figure stuck in place in front of the open door. Bucky held firm in his bow, stifling sobs and sniffles as he waited with the last ounce of patience he could muster. Defeated, he slowly dragged his feet to the doorstep, turning on his heel with one last apology pulling at his tongue.

"Bucky, I'm–"

The door slammed in his face before he could finish.

×××

The thunderstorm hadn't started long after.

Bucky knew it was late. Just how late was unknown. He'd crawled straight into bed sobbing, drifting in and out of bouts of sobbing and rage. 

It was sometime later he heard the front door open, closing softly behind quiet footsteps. He quickly turned on his side and huddled into the comforter, unwilling to allow Steve to know he was still awake. Unwilling to show him any more weakness. 

He didn't deserve it. 

Bucky felt the weight shift on the mattress next to him. His eyes remained closed, feigning sleep to avoid the man he thought he knew slipping under the covers next to him. The audacity, the gall, Steve had to even come back to bed. 

To even come back. 

His heart, however, refused to quiet. It pounded furiously in his chest, loud enough to match the roaring thunder from the storm raging on outside of the bedroom windows. 

Underneath the rain pattering against the window, Steve sobbed softly. His hand muffled any escaping cries from his throat as he sat in the bed he and his lover shared. His forever. 

But that was gone. The bed was just a bed now, no love to be found; it had been driven out by his stupidity and his selfishness. He wished he could find answers to his actions underneath the mattress, but only the remains of what he had, what they had, lay dead and dormant and decaying. 

Bucky was tired. 

×××

Steve awoke to a crack of lightning hitting the tower’s lightning rod, shaking the building like a volcanic eruption. He shot up, panting and covered in sweat, the silence greeting him gladly as the rain continued pounding at the windows. He rubbed his face as his eyes adjusted to the stilled darkness enveloping the bedroom. He glanced over at the clock that blinked 12:00 steadily.

As he came to his senses, his hand instinctively migrated to the space next to him. Muscle memory. Instead of finding the weight and warmth and presence of Bucky, he felt cold sheets and empty space. He looked around the room, calling out for his partner; getting up to check the bathroom, the closet, to no avail. 

What he did find were missing items. A toothbrush, clothes, shoes.

Steve’s heart began to sink, to pound with fistfuls of anger and pain and sorrow as he ran out into the living room. When another crack of lightning filled the room, a glint of metal caught his eye on the table. Then he saw the note. 

Neatly placed under the T.V. remote on the hardwood coffee table laid a folded piece of legal pad paper, blotches of ink bleeding through to the other side. Next to it laid a thin chain of weathered metal leading to two distinct dog tags detailing the information of one James Buchanan Barnes. 

Steve gulped, silently pleading it wasn’t what he thought it was. That it was just a horrible dream, and he was still asleep, beside the love of his life and about to wake up in the arms of his one and only.

He refused to allow his tears to fall as they welled in his vision, clouding the contents of the note as he picked it and the tags up, falling back into the couch. The metal clinked as he gripped them tightly in his hand like a rosary, praying this wasn’t real. This wasn’t happening. This couldn't be happening. 

Steve -

I am a broken man. I always have been, and I always will be. But you were the first to fix me, to put me back together again and again after shattering. I stayed, for you, just as you waited, for me. 

I have worked so hard to forgive. Every day of my new life has been forgiveness for all I have done, for all who have done it to me. I have even worked up to forgiving myself, something you and I both know has taken longer than we have been together. 

I feel more ready to forgive myself now than I think I will ever be able to start to forgive you. 

I had put you first. I had claimed you, declared you when times were tough. When times were difficult, I would cling to you. 

But I can no longer do that. I cannot live pretending to be with someone I thought would never betray me. I cannot live with someone who put what we have through more war and hurt than what the both of us have seen. 

I ask of you, as one last favor, one last time. Let go of this old love and tell it to keep its distance. Tell this love that I am was the only one for you.

This is the end of the line.

– Buck

Tears fell steadily onto the paper, bleeding into the inked page and smearing the final words Steve was privileged to even be able to read. His sobs finally broke through, echoing into the empty living room, reminding him of how lonely he was, now. He cried out, clutching the dog tags and the letter to his chest in hopes he could break through his ribs and store it in his heart. He crumpled up the paper and smudged the pen into his fingertips, the last thing Bucky ever touched. His heart pounded and his chest heaved as he howled like an injured dog, beaten and bloodied and bruised beyond recognition. 

He deserved it, though. He had done this to himself. 

It truly was the end of the line.

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Soul (Fanfic)

New chapter from my main series 🩷

Pinocchio was reading the notebook, trying to find a way to show Sophia the contents. The parts Pinocchio could understand at least and try for Sophia to make sense of it.

“I guess you are going to have to read it out loud for me to try and make sense of it” Sophia can't look at the words since well, she is at least 4 countries away from him.

“Mmm okay” Pinocchio had a smile on his face.

Sophia was happy to be able to hear him read out loud, Pinocchio loves reading so surely he is great at narrating.

“The… um, anime no, anima? Is the power- power-source of, of the link be-bewt-between, um…”

“Pinocchio…” Sophia sounded concerned, “Are you able to read the words properly?” She thought that maybe Pinocchio was in need of glasses.

No, he is just bad at reading out loud.

Sophia found it a little amusing “Well, time to tell your father to prioritize this” Sophia then asked Pinocchio to tell Gemini to read out loud the words for him, she can at least hear what others say.

—--𖦹—--

Anima

Ergo is one's essence and by concentrating that essence, cleansing it into its purest form the result is the anima. Anime is the power source of the

(The words have been crossed out, even at the back of the page, making them completely ineligible) The link between the potential of humanity and its ability to thrive. Anima has more than just healing properties, it can increase physical strength, and create resistance to certain afflictions including immunity to poisons, truly the key to a longer life for humanity, a wonder in terms of medicine, consuming it has shown to cure even the deathliest of illnesses, rumor has said it has the possibility to cure bone fractions although this theory hasn't been confirmed, needing further study.

Unfortunately, Anima is extremely rare to acquire, Ergo already is hard to get, and the process of converting Ergo into Anima can take up to months only for a small amount to be possible to obtain, as of now, Anima does not seem to be worth the effort.

Concentrating the research on Ergo itself is the top priority, sadly harnessing the power of Anima is…

—--𖦹—--

The end of the sentence was blurred, the rest of the page was in a language neither Pinocchio nor Gemini could understand.

“Seriously Pinocchio you couldn’t read that?” Gemini was acting too sassy today.

“Well can’t be good at everything!” Pinocchio already feels as if he has a lot of good skills and this isn’t a big deal and he can read in his mind perfectly well.

“Listen-”

But Pinocchio didn’t listen to Gemini, instead, he grabbed him, put him inside his cage, and began to shake him. Sophia laughed it’s always amusing when he does that.

Gemini came out of his cage spinning, “Okay, maybe I went too far, but you are still a brat”

“I believe I have heard of this” Sometimes her father would teach her things related to alchemy so she has a good amount of knowledge, maybe as much as an alchemist. But her father taught her all that behind her mother’s back and once she found out she forbade her from learning more.

Her mother was serious about it, her father even slept on the couch for a few days.

When she was a child, sometimes she felt as if her mother disliked her but she was always so loving and caring. Yet everything that had to do with her power as a listener made her mother angry, now she knows that she just wanted to protect her. Plus if her mother was truly against the learning of alchemy she would have never married her father, Sophia can understand now that her mother was afraid that others could learn of her power and unfortunately, that fear became true.

“Your father holds a good amount of knowledge about Ergo as well, I find it would be best to speak with him about this, he can help us even more”

“Father is at work right now” And he actually looked really happy about going to work unlike recently as they were going to test something new, his father tried explaining it to him but he had no clue what his father was talking about, when he gets too passionate about his work, he forgets other can’t understand the special terminology.

“In the meantime, we could look for a way for others to hear my voice” Sophia wonders if an invention like a pocket phone could exist in the future, oh well, maybe that is something for Venigni to think of.

“Why not use a stargazer?” As long as he is touching it, Sophia could use the Ergo wavelengths to communicate with others.

Sophia smiled, “That’s a great idea clever one”

“Hello? What is she saying Pinocchio?” Gemini couldn’t hear her after all.

After explaining, Gemini was in deep thought, “But where can we get one?”

They can’t use the one at Hotel Krat now that is back in business, they could buy one but they are rather expensive and Pinocchio doesn’t have any more allowance money left.

“Thank you for that Gemini” Pinocchio frowned, looking annoyed.

“Come on, you love spending money on me” Gemini chirped, teasing his best pal.

“Since they are mainly used by stalkers, I am sure one of them could have one to spare” Sophia knows that stalkers are trained on how to build stargazers since it is their main method of transportation.

Pinocchio smiled, he knew just who to see about this.

—-

“A stargazer? Sure we have the parts for a spare one lying around” Black Cat was glad to see Pinocchio again so soon and didn’t mind fulfilling his request.

“Although I do warn you, stargazers are regulated, you can’t suddenly use one to transport somewhere, they will ask you to identify yourself as a stalker” Red Fox explains to him how there are new regulations when it comes to using stargazers.

“Why do you need one in the first place?” Black Cat was looking around in a closet for all the parts.

“Um…secret?” Pinocchio knows that he can’t tell anyone about Sophia, not even them and he respects her privacy.

“Ooh how fun, if you get in trouble don’t blame us though, your family is already mad enough at us as it is” Black Cat had found all the pieces and set them inside a box.

“For once, I agree with my brother” Red Fox looked at how her brother rolled his eyes behind his mask, “But before you leave, how about we treat you to lunch? You are always helping us out, so why not return it with this small favor?

“I’m sorry, I don’t have any money left” Pinocchio glared at Gemini again and the cricket just started chirping a tune and pretending to act innocent.

“Please, it's our treat this time, we owe it to you” Red Fox smiled, knowing they would spend a great time together.

—-

“Well his father is going to kill us” Black Cat is panicking.

They went to eat at a spicy food restaurant, they insisted he should try new flavors and as it turns out, Pinocchio can’t handle spicy food at all. He feels as if he is overheating and he can feel his springs moving faster to try and stop it, not to mention how he feels dizzy.

“It’s okay, this will pass” Red Fox knows that this is just eating spicy food, things like this aren’t a big deal.

As usual, things are not normal when it comes to Pinocchio and his unique body, the overheating sensation simply isn’t stopping and he already tried using an ampoule but since his body isn’t actually overheating it’s not working. Sometimes Pinocchio feels as if his body confuses his human parts with his mechanical parts, causing conflicting issues like this.

“This is all your fault! You are the one who made him taste that habanero!” Black Cat was mad at his sister.

“I thought that you know…” She thought that because he is partly a puppet, he would be able to handle it.

“It’s okay I think I’m-“ Pinocchio could feel a burning sensation in his throat, but at least he wasn’t dizzy anymore, “bEtTer noW”

Pinocchio grabbed his throat and tried to speak again, his voice sounding too mechanical because his voice box had been damaged.

“Oh dear” Gemini knew this would end badly.

“FUCK he really is going to kill us now” Black Cat is already planning his will in his head.

“Brother shut up, we can think of something” Red Fox was acting calm but deep down she was also in full panic mode, “Is there anyone else that might help with this? One that won’t get angry at us?”

Lady Antonia is out of the question, Eugéne is a good choice but even if she did work at the union her skill mastery will always be weapons so that only leaves one other person.

“Master Venigni, you have guests” A maid had let them inside, all the staff already knew Pinocchio and they were aware to let him in, even if coming unannounced. They were in luck that it was one of those days Venigni doesn’t work at the union and deals with other private affairs at his home.

Venigni was happy to see Pinocchio, not so happy about seeing the two of them, specially because he needed to talk to Pinocchio in private about the situation, but there was still a little more he must do, it could wait.

“I want to help you Pinocchio but I am not sure your father would be happy about me snooping around your body” Venigni still remembers back then, after he returned safely to Hotel Krat and made his way to see Geppetto upstairs, he opened his mouth but couldn’t speak a word.

“No” That was all Geppetto had said, because he knew what he wanted to ask, no you can’t know how I built him even if we are close friends. No to any following questions you might have and no, I will not change my mind.

“pREtTy PleAsE” Even when his voice is broken Pinocchio sounds cute.

“Yeah, pretty please!” Black Cat was begging him, “And we are really sorry for leaving you all alone back then, we swear!”

“You have our truly and deepest sincerest apologies our past behavior was inexcusable” Red Fox was begging as well, “And the faster he heals the better, isn’t that right?”

That is true, the faster you fix things, the easier it is to avoid further problems. Not to mention there is no need to stress Geppetto over this simple situation.

“Alright, I guess I have no choice, however,” Venigni stared at the two of them, he still couldn’t trust them and he was already doing them a huge favor by not saying anything to Geppetto, “I will ask the two of you to leave”

“That’s perfectly fine” Red Fox was just so relieved and turned to look at Pinocchio, “We will deliver the stargazer to your home today”

Black Cat had almost forgotten about that “We will leave it a the door, waiting for you”

They both were making their way out, and an argument started.

“You are the one who suggested spicy food so you are going to carry it” For once it was Black Cat the one scolding his sister.

“Ugh fine” Red Fox knew that it would be a pain, why does Geppetto have to leave so far away?

The argument turned into friendly sibling bickering, it was good to try and relax. Unfortunately for them, they didn’t know someone had caught a glimpse of them walking away from the mansion.

“Mmm interesting” Sabertooth was looking from not too far away, maybe this information could be of use to her new client.

—-

“Now about that voice”

Venigni had taken Pinocchio aside to his personal workshop, Pulcinella was outside guarding as it was best no one suddenly entered. Pinocchio had taken off his shirt as he usually does with this situation, and indicated to Venigni where to look.

It’s not just in his chest, Pinocchio has a few buttons in his body that look like moles but they can be opened to reveal secret compartments.

“Why that’s such a genius design! I can’t believe Geppetto made them look so natural, and how evenly proportional each compartment is to its respective part, oh and the-”

“Ahem,” Gemini had to stop Venigni from fanboying about Pinocchio’s design.

“Right, sorry” Venigni took a good look before seeing the problem, “It looks like a few of your cables accidentally got mixed up”

Venigni has plenty of experience with this, from his work and from when Pulcinella was damaged by Fueco as it happened to him as well. The most logical explanation is that Pinocchio’s body tried to counterattack what it believed to be overheating in his throat, the mechanism trying to find a solution by rearranging itself. Thankfully for Venigni, Pinocchio’s throat is one of his fully mechanical parts, there is no need to worry about him doing damage to the boy’s human side.

Pinocchio said a few words, he was back to normal but Venigni suggested he try not to speak so as not to restrain his voice. Venigni is aware of what Geppetto has been dealing with and making him worry even more about Pinocchio over a simple issue like this is not ideal.

“I’m glad I could help” Venigni played with Pinocchio’s hair, “Not a word about this to your father, and promise me you won’t reveal the truth this time”

“I promise” Pinocchio knows that this is far more serious than him getting accidentally drunk, his uncle and his two siblings could be in serious trouble for this.

—-

When Geppetto got home, Pinocchio had finished assembling the stargazer, after a quick explanation, Pinocchio touched the stargazer signaling to Sophia that everything was ready.

“Can you all hear me?” It was working as intended, Pinocchio was excited that it was all according to plan.

“Geppetto do you remember years ago when my father showed you around our home?” Sophia was only 10 years old yet she remembers most of what transpired, rarely did anyone visit them.

“Yes, Carlo came with me that day, Romeo came as well” Geppetto had told both to spend time with Sophia, Valentinus looked happy about that, they needed to talk in private.

“What you do not know is that I hid away in the room” Sophia was always intrigued about her father's work, “I recall the conversation, later I asked my father for more information and he was happy to clarify”

Her father was very kind, intelligent, and caring, but also very oblivious, Sophia overheard his conversations with others all the time and never got caught, her mother did catch her, and she was furious, Sophia simply got better at hiding.

“I thought you were supposed to be spending time with the two of them” Geppetto was confused.

“Uhhh about that…” Sophia has no choice but to confess, “They kind of went outside to play a prank on someone” Apparently one of Carlo's school bullies lived near her home.

“What?” Geppetto facepalmed he should have figured Carlo was capable of doing something like that, he couldn't help himself and smiled, remembering his mischievousness.

“It's my fault, I wanted to spy on my father from the start” Not a hobby most kids that age like so the two of them ditched her; now that she thinks about it she was a weird kid, Sophia remembers how her parents scolded her for keeping a bug sanctuary on her closet as it ruined most of her clothes, then years later she got in big trouble because she did a little experiment, her father was amused, her mother wasn't, apparently it is not acceptable to use your hair to harvest caterpillars going through the metamorphosis stage. To give credit to her mother, she built her a bug sanctuary for herself in their home, to this day Sophia is surprised at how her mother surprised her with that, one day she woke up and her mother had a surprise, a beautiful place in their garden for her to do all of her endeavors.

“You are just like your father you know that?” Sophia remembers her mother's voice, “So oblivious, you could have just asked me for one, no need to hide those creatures in your room”

Sophia smiled, she was so delighted.

“And keep your experiments here and not in your hair,” Her mother laughed, “You better not steal your father's equipment young miss”

Her mother knew her too well, Sophia remembers those moments with fondness.

“So is this about his canceled project from years ago?” Geppetto has a good memory despite his age.

“Correct” Sophia stated, “He asked you for permission to use the factory to run a test and you said no”

Pinocchio wanted to ask why but remembered he should not speak much, besides he would find out soon enough.

“I couldn't close the entire factory because of that, even if it was for a day, considering how he told me he wasn't even sure if it would work, I, unfortunately, had to decline” Not to mention that by that time his relationship with Valentinus had become a bit strained considering what happened with Camille, “Is this about Anima then?”

“Also correct” Sophia was glad that Geppetto was following along nicely, “Now your help would be appreciated, my father said he wanted to use one of the furnaces from the factory to make Anima, why is that?”

Sophia's memory then becomes a little fuzzy after that since she was just a child, the next thing she remembers is getting into a dumb argument with Carlo because he thought crickets and grasshoppers were the same bug and Carlo was too stubborn to listen to her, although in his defense she shouldn't have basically shoved in his face the two bugs so that he could see the difference properly, that backfired because they ended up jumping in Carlo's hair and he panicked trying to take them out, Romeo was just watching finding it all so amusing.

“Anima can only be made in extremely high temperatures with concentrated amounts of Ergo” Geppetto knew that Valentinus was excited about the project, “I had to say no since it could accidentally cause an explosion”

“An explosion?” Gemini didn't like where this was going.

“We could make the anima in small amounts, concentrate the Ergo, purify it, and mold it, only at best a dozen at a time, I did consider building a puppet similar to Fueco for the job, as it needed some sort of core to absorb the power” Geppetto let out a sigh, “Valentinus said that small amounts wouldn't work for what he planned so he gave up on it, he did try to convince me more than once, actually last time he tried to convince me was when…”

Geppetto stayed quiet, the last time the day before Valentinus and Isabelle passed away, the day before Simon killed them.

“Geppetto I know this time you will finally agree!” Valentinus looked delighted, “I found a way for the Anima to absorb the heat without much hassle”

Geppetto wondered how he got into his office unannounced, past security when the reputation of the alchemist was going downhill due to the petrification disease, many hated Valentinus since he was their leader, the public enemy they could blame.

“Really what did you find?” Despite everything, Valentinus was his friend.

Someone he trusted and cared for, over time, Geppetto became less fond of the alchemists' activities but he knew Valentinus was a good man, he wasn't the only good alchemist, and there were many like him who wanted to help others, alchemists who Simon got rid of after killing Valentinus. Simon also was his friend once, yet unlike Valentinus, Simon never made the effort to try and fix things, obviously because Geppetto now knows the man was a psychopath with a lust for power.

“What exactly did you find?” Geppetto is a man of invention so couldn't deny how interesting it is to learn something new.

“When combined with disruption crystals, there is no longer instability, we will be able to fully control the outcome, I know, ironic considering name the name of the crystals and their original use” Valentinus sat down, his happy demeanor changing suddenly, he looked tired, “I was hoping this could work, it is the only cure I can think off for the petrification disease”

Valentinus looked defeated, back then he said something strange before leaving, it is clear now what happened and what he meant.

“I think I might die”

“I can understand perfectly well how stressful work is, even more with this health crisis” Geppetto was trying to reassure him.

“I'm worried about Isabelle, I am even more worried about Sophia” Valentinus looked frantic, like a tiger in a cage, “I made a mistake Geppetto, I was so stupid, I shouldn't have-”

“Valentinus calm down” Geppetto was getting more worried, “Whatever that illness is, you are a smart man, you can figure this out, I will make preparations you only need to tell me what I have to do”

“It's my fault the disease spread, I was so blind to everything” Valentinus kept speaking frantically, “I was so obvious as usual, no I was so stupid”

Geppetto opened his mouth again but Valentinus didn't let him speak.

“Geppetto you don't understand, Sophia…” Valentinus clenched his fists, “I can't let anyone hurt her, you are a father too, what would you do if you lost Carlo?”

“Please Valentinus don't say that!” He didn't even want to think about the possibility, “Look I get that this hard, a lot of people hate you, some would even go as far as to hurt your family”

Geppetto stood up and got closer to Valentinus, putting a hand on his shoulder, “I know this situation won't get better magically, what matters is to stay focused, if you are too concerned perhaps it would be a good idea to find shelter for Isabelle and Sophia”

Valentinus still looked uneasy, “That… could work”

“I believe in you, you are a good man Valentinus”

“Tomorrow there is an event in the charity house” Valentinus stood up preparing to leave, “My wife and Sophia have to be there, as soon as that's done, I'm taking them out of Krat”

“Father?” Pinocchio asked, his father had remained silent for too long.

Geppetto was snapped out of his trance, “I'm sorry I was remembering something” He then explained what he was told by Valentinus.

“Wait…” Geppetto was making the connection, “Disruption Crystals are on the decline for the past few months”

Geppetto had found that odd, there are supposed to be plenty in the many of mines and caves that Krat has, in the past it was even a nuisance because you could accidentally find some while constructing buildings, he doubts they suddenly went on the decline so fast.

“If I remember correctly” Sophia spoke up, “When the petrification disease was being spread, when Simon took over my father's position, he started lying about Ergo and where it was coming from”

Sophia heard a lot of things while trapped in that tower, her memories are mixed, specially because there are a lot of things she would rather not remember how… how her uncle Simon come to “talk” with her, the things he said to her, he was obsessed with her… she better stop thinking about that now, she is starting to shake by remembering it.

It's true, the alchemist gave them less Ergo to work with, with worse quality, “It seems like it's all happening again but what do they want this time?” Geppetto was at a loss.

“Um,” Pinocchio thinks he knows the answer, “Maybe the same thing? Or something similar?”

When Pinocchio was at Arche Abbey he found a lot of weird things relating to seeking immortal life, or bettering humanity, or crazy talk about human evolution.

“If anima makes your health better then maybe that's why they want it,” Pinocchio said.

“It makes perfect sense, although obviously they want it for nefarious reasons” Sophia smiled from where she was, “Thank you, clever one”

Pinocchio smiled, he felt so smart. He then realized that his father had not said a thing about his voice, which meant that he didn't have to worry anymore.

“Well, we have to worry not only about that but also about the King of Riddles” Gemini has this bad feeling that Arlecchino will be the one to strike first.

“Whatever threat might come first, I will always be by your side Pinocchio, no matter the distance” Sophia reassured him but then took a serious tone, “Although do be careful, I am not close, therefore I cannot bring you back if you were to…”

Pinocchio understood perfectly well, and Sophia can't go back to Krat, not after the fact they were already looking for her or any listener. She is safe far away and with this new method of communication, things can work so much better.

“Sophia if you ever need our help as well, we can figure something out” Geppetto wanted to let her know she can also count on them.

“Actually I need to take you up on the offer” Sophia began to ask questions about her body and how to repair herself if something bad were to happen, not to mention she felt she needed some maintenance.

“Do you have anything near you so you can write it down?” Geppetto was glad to help.

Pinocchio paid close attention, this was also important for him, he knows the basics but things like these are useful to know, even more with the previous situation. —

Venigni had arrived at the factory, a lot of things were on his mind yesterday, mainly about Pinocchio’s systems, who wouldn’t be curious about that? He only caught a surface glimpse of what Pinocchio is made of. And if could only make a similar body to Pulcinella at the very least add some great updates… no Venigni calm down, Pinocchio is special and one of a kind, he respects his autonomy and he respects Geppetto. Just let your work distract you from those ideas. Ugh, he hates his inventor mind sometimes, when you see advanced technology many times your first instinct is how can I do it and how can I make it better, Pinocchio is more than just a puppet, and even if he was a regular puppet he doesnt need the stress of people thinking about him that way; now he felt guilty of his thoughts.

Venigni opened the door to his office and sitting on his chair was Geppetto waiting for him, arms and legs crossed, glaring at him.

“You know don’t you?” Venigni was wondering how his funeral was going to be, “How?” He did everything perfectly, there is no way he should have found out.

“I’m his father I know these things” Geppetto was playing dumb since Sophia was saying important information, “And I made him, I know everything about him, even things he doesn’t realize”

“That’s quite impressive” That’s what Venigni wanted to say but it was best to keep quiet until Geppetto spoke to him.

“I had to interrogate Gemini since I knew Pinocchio would just lie to me” Geppetto found out all the details and Pinocchio just looked away in shame.

“Needless to say I am not allowing him to see those stalkers again” His son was upset but Pinocchio had been lying to him about where he was going each time he saw them and even if it was an accident, Geppetto just had too much of a grudge against them. They kidnapped him and even if it wasn’t them but rather the Black Rabbit Brotherhood who vandalized Hotel Krat, they still did nothing to stop them and aided the alchemists.

Venigni does understand because he doesn’t like them either, first, they left him to fend for himself at the factory while he cowered in fear in that room he could have died at any moment; second, when Hotel Krat was attacked he felt so powerless, the stalkers came so suddenly. Although it was impressive to see Polendina carry Antonia upstairs, he wasn’t aware of how strong he was but maybe Polendina was too worried about her safety and got a boost of strength at the moment. All of them had no choice but to barricade themselves, even when Geppetto right away told them to just take him and leave the rest alone, The Black Rabbit Brotherhood still wanted to terrorize them, because Pinocchio had killed their brother so they were out for blood as well, Venigni is sure that if they weren’t there to kidnap Geppetto they would have killed him as revenge.

Geppetto had a calm look on his face “Look, after thinking about this more, I’m not mad”

“…You aren’t?” Venigni didn’t believe him at all.

“I’m not” Geppetto got closer to him, “I can understand that you only wanted what was best for him at the moment, I also appreciate not wanting to worry me about his health”

Venigni let out a sigh of relief, “Thank you for understanding”

“Not to mention I asked you to take care of him when I’m gone, it’s only fair you know more about him in case something like this happens when I’m no longer around”

Geppetto has already been re-writing the notes he took while building his son so that they can be passed down to Venigni when he dies, also it’s good to have the actual notes in good writing and not in his emotional mess state.

Venigni was touched, he couldn’t believe that Geppetto trusted him with his son that much.

Geppetto was smiling as he grabbed Venigni’s shoulders, it was all great until Geppetto’s voice changed to a somber one, the murderous intent loud and clear, despite how quiet Geppetto’s voice was.

“But until then, never, ever do that again, you are going to forget what you saw, that never happened, don’t mention it, don’t even dare to think about it” Geppetto had a tighter grip, “Don't you ever do that again as long as I live”

“Okay,” Venigni’s voice sounded like a whisper, Geppetto's paranoia about anything happening to Pinocchio is strong today, probably his mind making a million scenarios of why everything could have gone wrong. Also, his inventor instinct to protect his secrets, Pinocchio truly is the greatest puppet to ever be created, even before he started becoming partially human the boy was beyond impressive, beyond what everyone had done before.

“Great!” Geppetto was back to normal, “Now, Conrad didn’t come to work today so it’s going to be a good day”

Geppetto was in high spirits and Venigni felt as if he had gotten out of a roller coaster, It was not the first time Venigni had seen Geppetto switch emotions so quickly and he had never gotten used to it, now he was talking about work, and what they got to test yesterday, how it was a shame that he wasn’t there to see the success and the results.

Venigni took a deep breath, “Geppetto”

“Huh, yes?” Geppetto was too consumed talking about the project.

“You have issues you know that?”

“I know” Geppetto made his way towards the door, “Don’t worry I’m working on that”

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[house-of-galathynius]

The Long Road Home

Chapter Ten 

Chapter Nine - Chapter Eleven

Word Count: 3.5k

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Cornwall, Late July 1779

Aelin had spent almost every day walking up to Elena’s cottage. It became her saving grace. Elena was full of wisdom, full of pieces of advice that had saved Aelin from the torment of the unknown— the unknown fate of Rowan, the life her child may have— all of it would have eaten her up whole had it not been for the old woman.

Even when it had been pouring with rain or boiling hot sun, Aelin had made the journey up to her. The more pregnant she became the harder it was, but she refused to sit in that giant house alone, waiting for news of Rowan, or the whereabouts of Arobynn. So she busied herself with Elena.

But now she was almost bursting, her stomach so big she could barely see over it. The midwives had put her on bedrest only a week ago and she was going crazy with the waiting. No book seemed to bring her comfort, nor did the sewing or the company of anyone. The maids had tried to entertain her with games and mindless chatter, but nothing was a good enough distraction.

In the early months of her pregnancy— even up to a week ago— she had been able to pretend that nothing was going to change in her life. That she was going to be stuck here, exactly as she was, and the only thing she would ever have to worry about was living with Arobynn and his cruelty. But now that she was about to give birth, her fears that had been submerged were now coming to the surface and she was having to grapple with the truth that everything was about to change. That ignoring who the father of her child could be was no longer an option. That in the next week the fate of Rowan will be set in stone. And in turn, her own.

It was late evening when she heard the carriage and the horses. She was holding her breath, hoping it was just another random visitor. But then the heavy front door opened and Arobynn’s voice echoed into the hallway. Aelin felt her stomach drop as his footsteps came closer and closer to her door until they were outside. She heard the maid tell Arobynn that she was resting, but Arobynn seemed to scoff and open the door anyway.

“There’s my wife.” He said drunkenly. He sauntered over to Aelin and she wrapped her shawl tighter across her shoulders and stood from the chair, maintaining distance between her and her husband. “You don’t want to greet me with a kiss after all this time?” He laughed, “of course you don’t. Still completely obsessed with that piece of shit.”

“Arobynn…” she murmured, putting her hand out to stop him coming closer.

He looked her up and down. “I thought there would be a child by now.”

Aelin shook her head. “They think it could be any day.” Arobynn had stopped coming towards her and instead was glancing around the room, at the discarded books and activities.

“Yes well, it better hurry up. There’s only so much longer I am willing to let that adulterer live.” He spat on the floor. But Aelin barely noticed as she played back the words.

Rowan was still alive.

“Don’t look so happy about it. His days are very numbered, darling. But I wanted to make him die knowing you had potentially carried his child. Makes dying all the more hard.”

She could have lunged for him. Aelin imagined sticking a knife in his heart and making Arobynn die the horrible death. But even when she closed her eyes and envisioned it, when she opened them again, he was still there.

“Are you mute?” He drawled.

“No, Arobynn.”

“You are so quiet. You had a lot to say when I caught you all those months ago… begging for his life.” He chuckled darkly, “no matter, a silent wife is preferable these days.”

Aelin never took her eyes off him, not as he circled around the room before stopping in front of her again.

“If there is nothing you want, then I should return to resting.” She said harshly.

He ignored her and settled on an armchair, crossing a leg over the other. He ran a hand through his long hair and then leaned back. “You know, your father never warned me you would be so hard to control. When I offered my proposal of marriage I had assumed you would be a docile, quiet wife,” he grinned, “clearly I misjudged you. Had I known what I do now… well let’s just say you would never have had the freedom I gave you.”

“I never had any freedom. You locked me away in that house, only letting me out when it suited you.” She spat.

Arobynn’s brows rose and he clasped his hands together over his knee. “Did I not allow Phillipa to take you to the market? And when I was gone…” He trailed off. He thought for a long moment then clapped his hands together in surprise. “Of course. Your market trips were not really that. I guess I should have known— Tern was always so unsure why you had such a change in temperament.” He laughed darkly,  “well, that does make it easier to kill him.”

Aelin could do nothing, say nothing. She and Rowan knew the price of their love— that if they were ever discovered it would be the end. And the truth hurt. It pained her to know that he would die because of her. She would take his place in a heartbeat if it meant he would be saved.

“You should kill me too.” She replied eventually.

Arobynn didn’t seem surprised at her suggestion. “And waste such beauty and youth? No,” he stood then, moving towards her once again and taking her chin in his hand, “now I know you are able to carry children, I shall have great use for you. After all, a man should never have just one heir.” He jerked her face away, “besides, this one might not even be mine. I can’t very well have a child of another man as the heir to my empire.”

Aelin opened her mouth to say something then closed it. Arobynn just grinned at her and picked some lint from the arm of the chair.

“Death would be too easy for you. Not only would it be a waste, but making you suffer seems far more painful than dying could ever be. Knowing that your precious Rowan will have died in a horrible manner, knowing that he paid for both of your sins,” he laughed smugly, “yes, having you alive will be a far more satisfying punishment.”

Aelin could not speak. He knew exactly what his words were doing to her.

“The future is bright for me, Aelin. Knowing that you will have no choice but to bend to my every command.”

Aelin scoffed, “so you’re going to keep me hidden away here and make me have more children?”

“Partly, yes. You are no use to me in any other way.” He stroked her cheek, his fingers brushing her skin so gently that it raised the hairs on her skin. But he continued, “why would I want to show off a wife who cannot be loyal to her husband? Why would I risk taking you back to London where you could try and find another man to be unfaithful with.”

She didn’t need to tell Arobynn that there would only be one man she could ever want to be with. Her heart and soul belonged to Rowan and always would.

She stepped away from him, the smell of his cologne mixed with the alcohol making her want to be sick. Her stomach twinged as she moved and her hands moved to cradle it, her face scrunching in pain. It lasted mere seconds, but she could still feel remnants of it, forcing her to sit down on the chair and take a breath.

“Should I get someone, darling?” Arobynn asked.

“Don’t pretend like you care.” She spat.

“I am not pretending. It is in my interest to ensure you remain safe.” His tone had shifted to that of slight concern, but Aelin could not believe it. “Darling, I will fetch the midwives.”

She was left alone in the room. The pain was gone but she knew what it might mean. That soon enough she would find out who’s child she had been carrying— and in turn decide the fate of Rowan’s death. She sucked in a breath, trying to hold back the sob.

Another sharp pain came, quick and strong as it set her body on fire and she groaned, her head falling back as she tried to breath through it. Just like the first it was over quickly, but she was beginning to panic. The midwives were in her room moments later and ushering her to the bed, getting her comfortable as they felt her stomach and got various instruments ready. The male midwife, Arthur Huntley was well sought after amongst the elite of London and Aelin was thankful when he arrived a few hours later, when her bouts of pain were getting closer together and the urge to push was beginning to become too much.

“Open the windows and curtains. We need more fresh air in here.” He exclaimed, before coming over to Aelin. “I will examine you now and ensure everything looks okay.”

She could only nod in response and let him inspect her. She couldn’t hear the words they spoke over the roaring in her head. She gripped the sheets tightly and cried out.

“Okay, Aelin. We are very near to delivery. We are going to move you to a new position and I shall give you instructions.” Arthur spoke slowly and carefully whilst the other midwives moved Aelin.

“Alright, when I ask you to push…”

~

Despite the ache deep within her and the utter exhaustion, Aelin felt better than she had in months. She’d delivered a healthy baby boy, his cries piercing the room, in turn causing Aelin to also let the floods of tears out too.

The midwives had taken her baby to be cleaned up and had returned him to her swaddled in a blue blanket and carefully placed him in her arms.

In all her life, Aelin had never felt the way she did when she got to look at him for the first time. She was bursting with love and adoration, barely able to contain her smile as she cuddled him and kissed his forehead, whispering sweet words. And when he had opened his eyes…

Those eyes.

The mirror to Rowan’s. Aelin could barely contain her tears as she held the little bundle tighter in her arms, thankful to all the gods for giving her a piece of Rowan, something to hold onto, to tuck into her heart and never let go.

She spent hours holding him, not letting anyone else in the room— telling Arobynn that she needed some time. But there was only so much longer she could hold off from showing him the truth. So when the door opened and he strode in, eyes dark, she knew.

He slammed the door behind him, Aelin flinching and covering her baby, shielding him from the evil that had entered.

“You do not need to hide him. The midwives have already informed me.” Arobynn rounded the bed and looked down on Aelin and the baby. “So it seems we have a bastard.”

“Don’t.”

Arobynn rolled his eyes. “You know very well that I cannot allow him to be seen in public. I can’t have people asking questions and wondering why my… child, does not look like me. It will not do.”

Aelin shook with fear. He could not be suggesting what she thought he was.

“He’ll be perfectly safe wherever I send him. I’m not in the business of killing children.”

“You cannot take him from me.” She cried. Sitting up in bed, putting as much distance between her and Arobynn as possible. “He is my son.”

“And he is a bastard!” Arobynn shouted. “I will not have that thing living in my home, pretending to be my own child. He is a disgrace and will never be welcome here.”

She was trembling now, her tears falling faster. “Please.” She begged.

“Give him to me.” He demanded.

She shook her head.

“I will not ask you again. Give the child to me, otherwise I will have to use unnecessary force.” He came toward her, his arms stretching out as he reached for her son. “You will have other children, Aelin. Don’t be so pathetic.” She could barely move, her body weak from labour. Arobynn snatching him from her arms and not looking back once as he took her son away, closing the door firmly behind. His cries getting quieter the further away he went.

Aelin knew she was still there, was still breathing. But she couldn’t feel anything; her body was numb, her heart bleeding as she stared at the door— hoping— that maybe Arobynn would change his mind and return her son. But he didn’t. She had no voice to scream for him, no light inside her to fight— not when it would be a losing battle.

But she ached for him. For the small bundle of joy to be in her arms. She needed to see the green of his eyes, to know that none of it had been a dream. To know that Rowan had really loved her too, and despite the hideous circumstances, they had created something so beautiful and joyous. Though the pain was overwhelming, she closed her eyes and imagined something different. A scenario where Rowan had been by her side the entire time, holding her hand and leaving gentle kisses on her head. Where he would have cried with her at the miracle of their son, the miracle of their love persevering above all else. And then he would have sat with her and stroked her hair as they watched their son sleep soundly in her arms.

By the time she woke the next morning all trace of the events of yesterday had been wiped away. The bassinet was gone from beside her, the blankets and the toys had been removed and she was left with emptiness as she felt his absence all around. Aelin managed to stand from her bed, rubbing her puffy eyes before going to the window. The sun was still shining, its rays spreading warmth over her. But she still felt cold inside.

The house was silent as she dressed and slowly made her way out, finding her usual trail and walking up it, even though the physical pain was almost too much to bear. She didn’t even appreciate the beautiful summer day, not the wind whispering across the trees, or the birds soaring above. Her only goal was to get to Elena’s.

The old woman was waiting for her when she arrived and Aelin did not wait to fall into her arms and cry.

And cry and cry.

All the while Elena stroked her hair and comforted her the way a mother would a daughter. Aelin’s own family unaware of the pregnancy, unaware that her first child was taken from her and would likely never see him again.

“I didn’t even get to name him.” Aelin whispered hours later; the first words she had uttered in a day.

“We can name him now. His spirit will live on in your heart even if he is not here with you.” Elena’s words soft and kind as she helped Aelin to stand and move to the table. “Sit, you need to eat something.”

Aelin watched as Elena poured tea into a cup and then ripped pieces of bread up adding some cheese and apple to the plate before returning to Aelin and placing it down in front of her. Aelin could barely think about eating, but Elena was insistent— and she had just given birth— her body would need to get strong again, to recover. So she took small bites of the bread and cheese, swallowing the food and then repeating until her plate was empty and Elena was smiling.

“Good. Now drink some tea.”

She did as she was told and sipped the tea. Her body feeling stronger already, her mind clearing a little. But the pain was still there inside her; a dull throbbing that was felt in every fibre of her being. Elena was watching her intently and Aelin could feel the tears threatening to spill again.

“He’s taken my baby and he’ll kill Rowan,” she whispered, “everything good in this world he wants to destroy. I don’t— I do not know how to live without them.”

“You do. You have a strong heart and a good soul, Aelin. And I know that your story with Rowan is not over— not yet.”

“You keep saying that! But he is sentenced to death, Elena— Arobynn will make sure that he suffers for this. I am just a girl, I can’t save him from that fate.” Her anger dissipating with every word, Aelin too exhausted to fight.

“I told you the first time we met that your love will survive the harshest storms. I did not lie.”

Aelin wiped the tears from her face. “I fear this storm is one too big to weather.”

Elena rested her hand on Aelin’s. “You have to believe, Aelin. The moment you stop trusting in your heart, that is when the darkness will overcome.”

Aelin had never understood her cryptic words. But she had always believed them. So even though when she arrived home and Arobynn was waiting for her, smiling with glee as he announced that Rowan was dead— she did not let that tiny bit of light go out inside of her. She did not fall to her knees in agony; even though she desperately wanted to. Aelin did not scream or shout, she did not fight when Arobynn took her to his room and used her— even though it was too soon and she was hurting so deeply.

When the storm raged in the night, she watched. She thought of Elena’s words, of how her love with Rowan would survive even the harshest of storms. That even though he was gone, she would have their memories and time they shared together.

So she watched the lightening strike across the sky and then listened to the low rumble of thunder as it echoed around the hills and fields around her. The rain fell in sync with her own tears and when she woke in the morning— the air clear and fresh— the warmth engulfing her once again, she promised herself she would ensure everyday she was making Rowan and Elias proud wherever they may be.

~

It was another few days until she was able to leave the house. But when she did it felt different. The wind was whipping violently around her even though the sky was clear and the sun warm. Aelin had wanted to sit by the cliffs, but there was that warm hand that had been pushing her towards Elena’s. So she let it guide her.

She stopped short when she saw the cottage. Despite the wind, everything around it was still. There was utter silence as Aelin walked closer to the door and peeked inside the now-empty house. Where the large fire place had been was now just rubble, the chimney collapsing down onto it. The bed was nothing more than rotting wood and the table mere firewood now. She carefully stepped inside, accidentally kicking a piece of stone and sending a mouse scuttling across the floor. There was absolutely nothing left— the cottage in a state of disrepair, like no one had been living here for years.

Confused and feeling slightly scared, she rushed back to her own house. She rushed down the hills and when she arrived back she was panting and sweaty. She was met by a servant who held out a letter for her.

“It arrived ten minutes ago.”

Aelin didn’t understand what she was reading. The handwriting had been unfamiliar but she had taken one look at the words and known who it was from.

Dearest Aelin,

Do not return to the cottage again for I will no longer be there. It was my time to go. You must be wondering why I have left so suddenly, and I do not have an explanation for you just yet. But even in my absence I will be looking out for you, as I always have done.

I have no more advice to give you. But you have all the tools and the wisdom you will ever need to succeed in your life. And that is my gift to you— life.

Never stop searching for the love you had with Rowan. It is a rare and beautiful thing to be able to bear yourself to someone and for them to accept every part of you. Even when you feel like giving up, remember my words and feel comfort in them.

It is goodbye for now, but not forever.

Elena

~

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[sillygate]

often, i yearn for a feeling i had lost long ago. it’s a feeling hard to put into words; i believe it’s the only thing we share, at our core. this naivety, this innocence, this wide-eyed openness and captivity with how grand everything was.

there is something so raw, so pure, so untouched within the unbiased and untainted perspective of a child.

even pain was not so bad. i had felt sad, i had felt angry, i had felt hurt… but i hadn’t felt unsafe. i hadn’t felt that deep, lonely, rotten discomfort that settles in your stomach sometimes.

i know my insights fit too large for my age; i haven’t existed eyes open on this earth for two decades and here i am, preaching of childhood as if it wasn’t in my clutches only yesterday.

but you’ll hear old people describe aging sort of the way i remember riptides. you think you have hold of your own weight, that you harness control, that you’re aware of the world around you.

and then the ground beneath you shifts, pulls you down with it.

your head thumps against the sand and the waves wash over your face and when you open your eyes again there are cities around you where there weren’t cities before and your body aches a lot more.

once, i heard an old person say they felt the same as they did when they were seventeen. we’re not so different, in that sense. the world froze at 11:59 pm on a january 12th a long time ago and it has not unfrozen since.

i have been dreaming for a long time. as an adult, you fall into something that you do not wake up from. there is a certain point where you learn to let go of it all, i think.

i have not learned how to yet.

i think the world stops you on the brink of adulthood every time. and i think as people we are convinced that there is some conclusion, some point in our life where things will cataclysmically shift, but the life you live within is constructed of how you spend each hour.

when you lay stagnant, it’s really not a life at all, is it? when you are still for a lifetime, you are not a human. you are a corpse.

sometimes, i’m convinced that adulthood is a mirage. my body is still laying in a bedridden memory in 2020. when you grow up you die and you become a ghost and you go around like that, like your entire existence isn’t ridden with decay.

when i open my eyes in heaven i will be seventeen years old, and i will tell god of the life i lived, and he will laugh and tell me that it sounds like i had a nice dream.

i will not recognize my grandparents without the wrinkles on their faces. they look more alive here than they ever had on earth.

it’s a shame that we live this way. it seems life has been so convoluted that we’ve turned to religion and spirituality in hopes that death will be the turn around.

i don’t remember thinking about god much until i learned to fear death. and after i had, i went through phases of frantically praying every night, hoping that i was following the rules right. sometimes i’d be afraid that somewhere along the way something had been dropped, missed, mistranslated — that no matter how well i followed those rules, i would still slip through the cracks.

of course, these spells never went away. once you learn to fear death so intrinsically, so innately… it’s intertwined deeply with every aspect of the world.

death is the only truly universal experience. being afraid of it makes you afraid of the world.

and i think now that the senseless ease of youth that seems so far from my grasp must simply be what it is to not be so afraid all of the time.

#poetry #writing #nostalgia #poem #childhood #death #religous trauma

[insideyourminddddddd]

inside your mind | xavier thorpe x wednesday addams

authors note: i have this fic posted on ao3 if you don't wanna jump around to different hyperlinks (here). thank you guys for all the support on this!! it truly means so much, really proud of this chapter and excited for all to come (it's a long one hehe)

pairings: xavier thorpe x wednesday addams

about: “the back of your head is at the front of my mind, soon i’ll crack it open and see what’s inside.” xavier thorpe returns to nevermore after the events of last semester with an obsession that runs deeper than ever. he’s going to do anything for her.

warnings: jealous!xavier, eventually more (#smut), SLOWBURNNNNNNNNN af

part 0 , part 1 , part 2, part 3

4.

Ajax was folding laundry when Xavier knocked on his door. He had planned a date with Enid that night and was trying to find the right shirt for it. They never did much - watched a movie, explored the grounds of Nevermore while sneaking kisses, stole desserts from the dining hall to eat while laying in the grass and counting stars. They didn’t need to do anything extravagant; he just liked being around her.

He was imagining Enid’s obsession with raspberry tarts, which he didn’t even need to eat himself to taste, when he realized he’d neglected to open the door immediately and Xavier swung it open instead.

“What the fuck, Xavier?” Ajax laughed as he said it. He swallowed that laugh when he saw the expression on Xavier’s face.

“I need sleeping pills.”

“What?” Ajax had informed Xavier of his prescribed sleeping pills last year, which were compliments of a bout of severe anxiety that had caused him to experience insomnia. At the time, Ajax had been suffering a string of nightmares centered around a loss of control of his powers that resulted in him stoning those around him. Although it wasn’t directly stated, it was an implied necessity at Nevermore to be able to harness your abilities and not negatively affect peers in order to avoid expulsion. Unlike many of his other classmates, Ajax’s home life was less than favorable and attending Nevermore was the most favorable opportunity he’d yet to experience. The thought of slipping up, of doing anything that would compromise his admission, was consuming. Unfortunately, the sleeping pills had actually made his nightmares more vivid and consequently worse. He stopped taking them, and when he got closer with Enid, they stopped anyway.

“Please, Ajax.” Xavier’s tone carried a whine that Ajax hadn’t heard him express before.

“Why?” Ajax, who had previously been looking over his shoulder, turned to face Xavier entirely. “Shut the door.”

Xavier obeyed and closed it before swiftly locking it. Ajax noticed how significantly his hands were trembling. “I don’t want to talk about this. Just give me the pills, I’ll give you whatever you want. You don’t even take them.”

“No,” Ajax stood his ground. “Not unless you tell me why you need them.”

Xavier’s whining persisted. “Don’t fucking do this to me, AJ.”

“An endearing nickname, how becoming of you.”

“Fine.”

Ajax nodded, encouraging Xavier to elaborate. Although stubborn, Xavier rarely kept his walls up for long. Ajax had learned this in the time they’d been friends, and suspected that this stemmed from his sensitivity.

“I have this new roommate, Miles,” Xavier started reluctantly.

“Yeah, I heard. Some legacy kid.”

“I can’t stand him. He’s got this arrogant nature that rubs me the wrong way and today… well, today-” Xavier trailed off, his cheeks flushing at how embarrassing his feelings were to describe. In the case of Ajax, he found emotional expression particularly difficult because Ajax was dating Wednesday’s roommate. It wasn’t that Xavier didn’t trust Ajax. He just didn’t want Ajax to be put in a position of playing the middleman, or for Enid to consult Ajax about Xavier’s opinions and Ajax to feel morally obligated to be honest with her. Part of these insecurities stemmed from Xavier’s perception of the severity of Ajax’s feelings for Enid. If Xavier was with Wednesday, he would tell her anything and everything. There wouldn’t be a sentence in the book of his life that she wouldn’t be allowed to read and remaster. In his mind, he was a rough draft waiting for her reprisal and approval, worthless for now but holding the potential to be made a bestseller by her hands.

“Go on.”

“He knows Wednesday, in this personal way, I guess. I have this drawing of her from last semester, and I put it on my wall and he saw it and he ridiculed me for it and… he… I don’t know. I can’t stand him. I can’t fucking stand him.”

Ajax’s eyes grew wide at the aggression he could sense steaming off of Xavier. Enid had texted Ajax earlier describing a dark-haired guy who’d knocked on their door looking for Wednesday. Wednesday hadn’t been home at the time, but Enid described the boy as both persistent and classically attractive. Like James Dean, but darker. Knowing the way that Wednesday served as the gravitational pull of Xavier’s atmosphere, Ajax could only imagine how much this was eating Xavier alive. Still, he couldn’t connect the dots. “What do you need sleeping pills for?”

Xavier’s already flushed cheeks grew redder. “Do you have to make me explain everything?”

“Xavier, I’m not just going to give you a bottle of fucking pills. Tell me what the hell they’re for!”

Xavier raised his eyebrow. In the majority of him and Ajax’s close companionship, he had rarely observed Ajax express any emotion aside from joy. He was abundantly positive, funny and excitable. Even in an anxious state, Ajax neglected to get to a point of anger. Yet here he was. “What do you think I’m trying to do? I want to sleep.”

“It’s 4 pm.”

Xavier scoffed. “Is it funny, how I feel? I’m not going to bed right now, you dick. I’m taking my shit to my art shed and moving in. I can’t be around that guy.”

“Isn’t that extreme?”

“Are you giving them to me or not?”

Ajax met Xavier’s eyes and held his stare. In the blissful stage of his budding relationship with Enid, he often forgot about Xavier’s struggles with Wednesday. He knew he should feel guilty for it, and he did. But Xavier didn’t reach out. It seemed to be a conversation neither of them wanted to have, so Ajax made peace with it. However, he still cared for Xavier deeply. He missed the fun they used to have together, pulling pranks at every Nightshade social and making fun of Bianca’s controlling nature. Life was quickly changing, but Ajax thought about the past often. It wasn’t his fault that this semester had been great for him, but it also wasn’t Xavier’s fault in the inverse. If giving the sleeping pills to Xavier would improve his quality of life and allow him to get seemingly much needed rest, Ajax would do it. “Fine. But I’m only giving you two to start.”

“Thank you.” Xavier sounded sincere.

“And don’t pay me. I already sell weed. I don’t need to become a bonafide drug dealer.” Ajax walked over to his nightstand, removing the largely full pill bottle from his bedside table.

“But you’re so good at it!” Xavier smirked in a way that gave Ajax the impression that he was getting a glimpse into the old him.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Ajax chuckled in response and handed Xavier the two pills he’d promised.

“I’ll seriously repay you in some way,” Xavier put the pills into the pocket of his dark sweatpants, looking relieved already. “You don’t know how bad I feel, man.”

Ajax nodded somberly in response. “You know, if you actually want to talk about it sometimes, I’m here for you.”

Xavier shrugged, as if they both knew that wasn’t entirely true. “What do you do with the weed money I give you anyway?”

Bum his way into town to buy random things for Enid. Send it to his mom so that she doesn’t write again begging for it. “Save it up so that I can start a cartel with a target audience of starved and emotionally collapsed artists.”

“Fuck off,” Xavier laughed again, for real this time. “I’ll be in the shed.”

He left Ajax’s room just as quickly as he’d entered, leaving Ajax to his clean laundry and Enid-centered daydreams. Meanwhile, Xavier imagined a certain girl of his own.

—

Wednesday was eating a sandwich in the Quad when Bianca approached her. Lately, Wednesday had been spending some more time outside than usual. Typically, she wouldn’t run the risk of sun exposure impacting her notoriously pale complexion, but being outside granted her time to think.

“Wednesday.” Bianca’s voice was characteristically aggressive.

Looking up at her blankly, Wednesday nodded to acknowledge the conversation. “Yes?”

“What did you do to Xavier?”

Wednesday struggled to keep her eyes from widening. What happened to Xavier? Was he okay? “What do you speak of?” She maintained a monotone, composed edge to her voice, trying not to show any degree of affection.

Bianca rolled her eyes. “Don’t play dumb. You know something’s wrong with him, and I know it’s your fault. Didn’t Miles talk to you?”

Miles. The name initiated fuzzy memories of a boy around her age, the son of a couple Wednesday’s parents were close with. In childhood, Wednesday often ignored anyone affiliated with Nevermore. She had no desire to follow in her mother’s footsteps and rejected any semblance of her likeness. Yet, all those efforts had still come to this. It was like destiny. Now that Wednesday thought about it, she recalled Morticia mentioning Miles Atwater’s enrollment at Nevermore in their latest brief call. This wasn’t information that she found necessary to internalize, considering she hadn’t seen him in years. “No.”

“Miles Atwater? Xavier’s new roommate? He’s been telling people he knows you.”

This was quizzical to Wednesday. In the little that she remembered about Miles, she knew that him and Xavier couldn’t be less alike. “I know of him, but we have yet to speak in any recent years.” Wednesday’s eyes flickered to meet Bianca’s, which she always found to be an intense experience. Although Wednesday could be associated as a holder of aggressive energy, she found this sentiment to be highly amplified in Bianca’s case. Bianca’s blue eyes were eternally fierce and a deep swimming pool of fury. If she could, Wednesday bet Bianca would drown her in them.

“God. God. Could you be any more robotic?”

“Possibly. I’ll have to look into it.”

“You’re a bitch.”

Wednesday nodded, processing the term. Bianca had both done and said volatile things to her in the past, but that was a new one. “I have not done anything to Xavier, and I have not spoken to Miles. The conversation is over, Bianca..” Was that first half entirely true? Wednesday pondered the idea. If this subject in her mind was a sink, the rational side of her brain always kept the tap off. If she let her emotions win, the sink would overflow, and she would be presented with these notions of lust and simultaneous guilt that she felt unable to process. She knew Xavier had to be hurting, but couldn’t fathom the degree of pain that Bianca seemed to imply. Couldn’t he just turn it off, like she did? Didn’t he realize that with trust came destruction? Instinctively, she brought her arm up to cradle her shoulder, right where that damned scar was. Strangely, a stinging emotion came over her as she did this, imagining a hand much larger than hers placed upon it. This was a feeling she rarely felt, an emotion she was almost never inclined toward - the urge to cry.

Bianca sensed that Wednesday was closed off, shaking her head. “Just a bitch,” she repeated cruelly before walking away, leaving Wednesday to her half-eaten sandwich.

—

Xavier found himself in a dark space, noting the familiar aroma of distilled vanilla and earthiness that was associated with the indescribable scent of old, rotting books. He had the familiar feeling that he was dreaming, which was notably distinct from one of his visions. As he settled into the dreamstate more knowingly, he realized he was in the meeting room for the Nightshade Society. He had been in this room more times than he could count, yet it felt different. He couldn’t place his fingers on why that was - until he heard a whimper to the left of him.

Turning swiftly, his eyes locked with the wide brown eyes he could draw from memory by now. He felt his heart drop - it’d been so long since he’d gotten to do this. As he stepped back to look at the whole of her, he noticed the gag in her mouth and ropes securing her small wrists behind her back. Wednesday looked exactly how she had when she’d been caught by the Nightshades before and ‘kidnapped’. Xavier loathed the memory of it. When Bianca’s idiot friend Kent had put that bag over Wednesday’s face, Xavier wanted to strangle him. He couldn’t stand the sight of her that day, and remembered feeling both proud and impressed when she had untied herself and ridiculed the society. That’s my girl, he wanted to say.

Something was different this time. Wednesday was struggling against her constraints and actualized fear was clear on her face. Among an overwhelming feeling of confusion, Xavier ran to her. “Who did this? Who did this?” He reached over to pull the gag from her mouth, wincing when Wednesday began to jerk away from him after he’d done so.

“You did this!” She screamed, trying to be as far from him as possible.

Xavier’s face twisted. “No, I didn’t. I would never do this to you. Wednesday, I would never do this to you. I would never fucking do this to you.”

“Don’t touch me!” The expression exuding from her eyes is one that Xavier isn’t even sure how he could’ve conjured, and one that he wouldn’t forget. The look of fear, of anxiety - at the sight of him - was the worst thing he had ever seen.

“This is a dream. This is a dream. This is a dream. This is a dream,” Xavier began to pace, feeling his heart reach an impossibly fast rate.

Wednesday continued to scream among incoherent phrases. One, however, was discernible. The words made Xavier stop walking, straightening his spine to look at her as though she had shot him in the heart. She was screaming Tyler’s name. For help.Xavier couldn’t look at her, at the way her skirt was riding up as she kicked her legs back and forth. This wasn’t real. None of this was real. But why, even in his dreams, did his insecurities have to warp into the object of his greatest desire? He sank to the floor, rocking from side to side as he brought his hands to his eyes. He squeezed them as hard as he could until Wednesday’s screams were muffled, using such force that he felt like he could split his head in two. He relished in this thought, at the notion of every last Wednesday-defined string of thoughts in his brain decorating the cold tile. This is what he focused on, a way out of the agony, until his vision faded to black.

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Star Trek Prodigy season 1 thoughts

Prodigy has become my favorite Star Trek show. No, not just my favorite “new” Star Trek, my favorite Star Trek overall. It captures the wonders of exploration in a way no other Trek show (or movie) has quite managed. 

In TOS, TNG etc. the crew are all professionals. Yes, they’re discovering new life and new civilisations, but its also their day job. Encountering a never-before-seen culture was just another day for them. 

[side note, but “Beyond” kind of touched upon this a bit, with Kirk giving a log entry at the start about how his five year mission had started to feel “episodic” (har har!)]. 

But with Prodigy, this is a purer form of exploration: These aren’t professionals who trained to fly through space and follow Starfleet Directives. These are people who thought they’d never be able to do ANYTHING with their lives, people who had never heard of the Federation, suddenly getting the opportunity to learn of those values and see the universe for themselves. “Enterprise” is the only other Trek show that’s really come close to this, they were the pioneers, before the Prime Directive or anything like that was established, but there’s something so pure, bright and wonderful about the way Prodigy does it. 

I’ve loved Star Trek for many years now, and just about every incarnation does something I like. Lower Decks is a fun romp with in-jokes and a whole lot of love put into it. Picard, whilst a little shaky at times, has some truly heartfelt moments, Strange New Worlds translates the classic TOS/TNG format into a modern taste, Discovery is a beautiful show of diversity and humanity, Enterprise took a lot of risks in some of its concepts, even if the execution wasn’t always quite there. Voyager, whilst my least-favorite, still has some episodes that absolutely changed my life. DS9 is epic and incorporated so much of the established lore for its serialised arcs, TNG is credited with pioneering many things, including but not limited to season-ending cliffhangers, something that’s now standard for most TV! TAS boldly tried to do things that would have been impossible in live-action and TOS of course started it all. But Prodigy? Prodigy is the most I’ve ever enjoyed Star Trek. 

Its made me appreciate Janeway more than Voyager ever managed, its made me laugh, its made me cry, its had me on the edge of my seat. Star Trek Prodigy has absolutely taken the spot as my favorite Star Trek.

#star trek #star trek prodigy #Opinion post #spoiler free

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The Stark Legacy (5)

Memory, part of Book 1: Reality (see previous or series)

Summary: Bucky, Big Sam, and Steve catch up. Tony makes a decision about his daughter. Lil'Sam makes the most of her father's gift.

Warnings: maybe gossip? This series is still Rated Teen/Mature, so 15+ only, please. Remember a rule of this universe is super soldiers do not age!

CHAPTER FIVE—April 2036

“Hey, punk,” Bucky called to Steve, “what are you doing? You're killing me!”

Rogers came running across their makeshift field, casually. “Jerk, whaddya want from me? I’m out of practice. Didn’t I tell you I retired?”

“That was fifteen years ago. Sure your memory’s not going?” Bucky recovered the football from the tree line behind him.

“Really, twinkle toes?” Sam Wilson called over, panting. “Only three hours worth of running circles around me, and you two are tired? I win then. Think Sharon’s got some lemonade?” Falcon jogged weakly to the house.

“He’s right,” Steve said, catching up to Bucky. “He’s getting too old for this. We should go easier on him.”

They smiled at each other. “Never,” Bucky replied, “but a drink sounds pretty good.”

Steve and Sharon had furnished the house simply, in a sort of French farmhouse style, with wooden features wherever possible, mismatching dishes and utensils gathered over the years. Wilson was already refilling his marbled-blue glass when the others sat down.

“One damn grey hair,” he mumbled, pointing back and forth between Steve and Bucky, “is that too much to ask for? I can hardly watch you two without feeling my knee ache.”

“Did you need an aspirin,” Sharon offered with a laugh, setting down more glasses. She turned to Steve. “I’ve got a few more errands before dinner. Need anything?”

“No, doll,” Rogers replied, planting a kiss on her cheek. Bucky noticed a few more freckles on her face than the last time he visited. Every day almost everyone he knew changed just a little, but not Bucky, not Steve. Sharon grew older every year; Steve, ever the loyal gentleman, grew more in love with her every year. The only changing thing about Bucky was his opinion on whether he wanted the same thing or whether it was a waste of time and effort.

“Have fun, boys. Don’t kill Sam,” Sharon called from the door, accompanied by the jingle of keys and a shutting door.

“Don’t you have enough salt for the three of us?” Bucky scratched at his temple hairline strategically.

“Hardy-har-har, Bucko,” Sam mumbled.

“Don’t do that.”

“So,” Steve interrupted, “what’s the news at headquarters?”

Sam cocked an eyebrow. “Aren’t you CC’d on all that stuff?”

Bucky eyed Steve who shrugged uncomfortably. The former leader of the Avengers sipped lemonade at a simple wooden table, surrounded by knick-knacks, wearing plain clothes, and sweating for a fun workout with friends. “You miss it,” Bucky accused.

“Not,” Steve started, fumbling a bit, “all the time.”

“That civilian life not sittin’ so well these days,” Sam chided.

“Sometimes I just miss the…amount going on.”

Bucky chuckled. “Great. You can have it back now.”

“No, Buck, that’s not what I mean.” The bulky man crossed his arms in front of him. “It’s fine. I…ya know what would help? It’d be nice to see you two settled a bit.”

Sam grunted. “I’m a wild stallion. Why you wanna put me in the stables?”

“No chance that lovely Stacy—“

“Nope.”

“I thought you two went to dinner—“

“Nope.”

“Danielle?” Bucky asked.

“Don’t you get started with me.” Sam glared at Bucky. “I’m not the oddly celibate fool.”

“You are not celibate, very true.”

“Buck,” Steve started.

“Steve?” He turned back to Sam. “I wasn’t judging, only recounting the slew of names we’ve heard over the years.”

“It’s not a slew,” Sam burst. “It’s a quarter of a lifetime for me!”

“And you can do whatever you want with it,” Bucky defended, “I never said any different.” He put his hands up in defeat. “Not my business.” He pointed at Steve. “He asked!”

“Anyone heard how the Bartons are doing?” Steve took another sip of lemonade.

“Chaos,” Sam quipped. Then he adjusted, “no, Clint is good, but three kids is rough.”

Steve made a face over his glass. “Shouldn’t we just call it four now?” There was a dark silence. Sam shifted his eyes to the window. “Thought you two were close for a bit?” Steve couldn’t get Sam to meet his eye.

“Little Sam…” Wilson started, pressing his thumb to the corner of his lips. “She’s definitely a Stark.”

“What does that mean?” Bucky asked.

Wilson opened his hand in mid-air. “I don’t know. She was playful, not athletic, but fun. Then she got to asking me more and more questions, about Tony and Pepper and Avengers. I didn’t have answers, and then if I did, I didn’t know if I was supposed to answer them. What would Tony think? I don’t know how Clint does it. How do you raise another guy’s kid in a way her real dad would want? She supposed to believe in Santa and the Easter Bunny or straight to cold, hard truths? I can’t make that choice.”

“From what I’ve gathered, Tony doesn’t make that choice either,” Bucky said quietly.

“Who told you that?” Steve looked concerned.

“Nat,” Bucky replied.

“Anything going on there,” Steve asked.

“She and Bruce try to keep tabs on the girl. I don’t know a lot about it.”

“That’s not what I was asking,” Steve added.

“But that’s the answer you’re gonna get.”

“Wait,” Sam exclaimed, “you and Natasha?”

“No,” Bucky said shortly. 

“I always thought you two might,” Sam continued, relaxing into his chair with a smug look. “Can’t say I’m surprised.”

“Nothing happened…within the last decade. She made her choice; she’s with Banner.”

“Sure you didn’t make the choice for her,” Steve punctuated, unable to help himself.

“Mutual decisions were made,” Bucky asserted. “Look, I don’t know why we got on this subject, but I veto it now.”

Steve sighed. “I just think,” he finished, looking out the window at the browning field in the overcast light, “that we’ve all been through enough to deserve a little happiness.”

“She’s not a Russian spy or an assassin, so stop trying to teach her things that make her a target!” Tony was pissed. Cornered in a lab with a time-sensitive project, he couldn’t escape Natasha’s demands for approval of activities to offer his daughter.

“I don’t think playing cards ever killed anyone, Stark,” Nat flatly stated.

“Yeah, but she learns cards, goes to casinos, attracts some guy with an ironic tattoo and a blue shirt with white collar and cuffs,” he shivered, “and it’s all over. Obie used to wear those awful things. Should have known then…”

“Well,” Natasha started, not sure how to take that, “there’s a lot going on there, but Samantha still needs some variety of stuff to learn. Social skills wouldn’t hurt.”

“Let her be anti-social. It’s safer. Keeps her out of the news and not a target.” Tony’s chest swelled with justification and righteousness, his logic infallible.

“You know you’re the one who makes her a target,” she screamed, much angrier than intended. Nat took a breath and watched Tony’s belligerent look relax.

His eyes remained locked with hers. “She’s not a target if she’s not here and isn’t known by my name. Who’s gonna know?”

“Stark,” Nat tried to begin again.

“You want her to socialize? Fine. She can go to boarding school. Socialize with kids her own age away from Barton. Is that it? He just wants a break?”

“That’s not what Pepper would want—“

Tony slammed down the wrench he held. The ringing of the table lingered. “Don’t you dare.”

She composed herself again. “Stark, I just meant your daughter shouldn’t be farther from you now, and she shouldn’t be left with no defense. The wolves could be circling, and we don’t see it.”

“And we fed them,” Tony exploded. He stalked towards Natasha. “This ragtag team of misfits put a giant target on our foreheads and screamed for attention across the universe! The wolves won’t give a rat’s ass about her if we keep their attention or keep them running.” 

He looked at her, face-to-face, his eyes so dark they looked black. His build would have to wait till he calmed down. He tossed the wrench across the room, smoothly, if loudly, sinking it into the classic foldout, hotrod red toolbox open in the corner. 

“Kid goes to boarding school. Problem solved. Smoothie?”

Thirteen weeks. The mystery of the hard drive kept Samantha going for thirteen weeks. It had made a terrible school with terrible, small-minded children bearable, but only just. Those weeks were spent looking for a compatible power supply, then connecting cables, then a computer old enough to read the programming. She had to convince Laura to let her spend hours locked in her room or hours longer spent at school in the library. She convinced Clint to help her carry the bulky, ancient technology upstairs to her room. She pushed through.

When the day finally came to access the data, Sam was so pleased to find something worthwhile: Howard Stark’s AI. Its name was Mistress, and even at over 60 years old, Mistress was able to help Sam transfer her program to a modern terminal compatible with her tablet. Missy, as Sam called her, was a fellow fast-learning friend, but that made Sam all the more afraid to tell anyone about it. No one much noticed the difference between loner-Sam and recluse-Sam, except with Missy, Sam was happier, more energetic. Laura noticed Sam made jokes, she started using cultural references instead of scientific ones, and she actively asked how the family’s day was at the dinner table. It was such an improvement, why would anyone upset the balance? They all let her develop into a nerd because that was better than the sad, hermit alternative.

Missy helped connect Sam’s homework with real-world purpose, searching for applications of equations, and how and why these ideas were discovered. It was so much more comprehensive than following along in a text. Missy could take Sam down a rabbit hole of any subject, and they’d both come out the other end smarter. Particularly interesting to Sam was Missy’s consistent evaluation of Tony Stark’s body language from video footage. Particularly interesting to Missy was Sam’s recounting of Tony himself and all Sam had ever heard about Missy’s maker, Howard, after he shut her down.

One evening, nearly two years after booting up her best friend, Sam snuck down for a snack before continuing a fascinating and blunt conversation with Missy about the experience of hormonal fluctuations during puberty, when she stopped short of the landing, hearing voices.

“If we thought this school was tough for her, she’ll be eaten alive at that preening castle of teenage monsters,” Clint angrily whispered.

“Honey, it’s his call. We don’t have the right to choose for her instead.” Laura ended her thought unsure as if hoping for it to be an open question.

“She…she’s been here so long, I can’t stand to hear about the names, the graffiti, the…” Clint’s voice trailed off. Sam could hear his exact movement to wipe his hand across his face and land his chin in his palm. It was his signature dad move. “Lila wasn’t teased like this, was she?”

Sam could not distinguish the silent gesture Laura answered with, but Clint’s response made it clear.

“Any of them? Why is this so different then? I can’t believe I’m actually annoyed that my kids weren’t tormented at school…What do we do? You don’t think that hoity-toity academy is a good fit, do you?”

“Did anyone ask Tony if Sam could just come home—go home? It’s been ten years, honey. We can’t keep this up.”

“Sometimes he seems to have a plan and others…I don’t think he ever considered making decisions for a child. Deciding for someone’s life, shaping their future. He’s terrified. Hell, I’m terrified and my kids are grown up, basically. Tony doesn’t like people to see him, ya know, have a soul anymore—“

“Honey, I don’t have an answer,” Laura blurted with exasperation. She calmed quickly. “You should get some sleep. We hardly get to see you, and they’ll want to shoot in the morning and bike after. You’ll be dead to me by dinner if you don’t go up now. I’ll be up after I…”

Sam heard Clint scoot out his chair and rushed back upstairs, her appetite gone.

[Ch 6: Memorial]

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#tony stark fanfiction #tony stark fic #tony stark angst #tony stark feels #alternate universe #avengers endgame #slow build #slow burn #tony stark's daughter #original female character #marvel fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfiction

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FFxivWrite: Day nine.......Yawn!

‘Hope bloomed from the abyss.’

cherrypit had been two years old for a very very long time. but sometimes you just get used to how things are for a while  then you dont get used to it 

Cherrypit knew he was different from the other kids.

It was a little odd to have never come across any other children risking life and limb to save Eorzea or at least none of the ones he and Babycorn had ever run into had ever been as young as him. 

Most kids he and his sister ran into tended to hang around in one place and when Cherrypit asked a group of them in Ala Mhigo if any of them also had an imaginary best friend that taught them how to harness the power of darkness within them most of them looked at him like his head had fallen off.

(don’t ask how he knows what that look looks like)

In Cherrypit’s experience it always ended up the same way.

He would meet some new kids (most of the time they would be a few years older than him Sometimes they would be much older than him) They would talk about how cool it was that Babycorn was the Warrior of Light and how cool it must be to travel around with her.

“My friend told me the Warrior of Light is super strong!”

“Did she really fight a whoooole dragon?!”

“That’s nothing!I heard that the Warrior of Light is strong enough to fight a hundred dragons by herself!”

“Bebe has done all that and more!!!!” Cherrypit answered in his own way. Sometimes it would be hard to decipher what his excited baby babble was really saying, in these sorts of situations only Babycorn and those really close to him would be able to understand him.

In the situations other kids understood what Cherrypit was trying to get across they would ask him what cool things he saw traveling with Babycorn. The story Cherrypit always told was the one about how he and Babycorn once had to go through a jungle once and fight a bunch of monsters. And also eat cheese!

Then he would tell everyone about the time Babycorn let him break a really big rock.

He would then proceed to demonstrate how he broke said really big rock.

Since really big rocks weren’t too easy to find, Cherrypit always settled for cracking the ground beneath them. “Ta-da!” Then Cherrypit would turn around, his arms in the shape of claws and his face twisted and distorted in all sorts of different directions.

Cherrypit had come to expect that most people ran away screaming after that.

Sometimes he would get lucky. There were a handful of children that were fascinated by Cherrypit’s terrifying feats, though those were few and far between and Cherrypit would almost never see them again after that since he and Babycorn were quickly whisked someplace else.

Cherrypit was too caught up in making his own fun to let something like that bother him.

However, after their adventures in the First were done and everyone was finally back home, he and Babycorn decided to wander Eorzea for a hot minute just to see how things had been holding up in everyone’s absence. That’s when Cherrypit noticed something. All the kids he’d talked to in the past were growing up. Some of them had even gotten a lot taller now.

Almost all of them immediately recognized Cherrypit. It wasn’t too surprising, he had hardly changed at all over the years. Cherrypit overheard some people say this to Babycorn, her only response was to laugh nervously before she got all quiet.

Cherrypit still wanted to play with the kids who were older now. He tried to make his arms and legs bigger so he would be taller. He couldn’t maintain a stable shape to them and they ended up scaring them off.

“Where are you going?” Most of Cherrypit’s full sentences by now were just echoes of other things people have said around him. By now though, he was used to saying this particular string of words, in that order.

Most of the time Cherrypit was too busy having fun and running around to worry about things like that. His life didn’t feel any different than it would have if he was older and he liked to be small enough to crawl into places. Then he could pop out and scare people with a big loud BOO!

It also helped that he had friends at home too!

All the stuffed dolls and toys he had were his friends! Babycorn had taught him to treat his toys nicely and they would be nice to him back. It was a harmless lesson Babycorn told him so he wouldn’t be too rough with his toys and break them. She never would have imagined that Cherrypit had some sort of special way with dolls that made it seem they were alive.

Though, according to Cherrypit they were alive. Nobody had ever asked his toys before him.

Cherrypit was also friends with the other kids at home. They didn’t find him weird or scary at all! Not Colala, not Gyosei, and not Linnet! They were all his friends! Linnet was even a big fan of the tricks he could pull off and was always amazed at how he pulled them off.

Colala was the most like Cherrypit, though he wouldn’t catch on until years from now. For now she was a really good friend that with both of their heights combined-could reach even the tallest shelf! And though Cherrypit had to be reminded multiple times not to chase Gyosei too much, he enjoyed waddling behind her.

Cherrypit didn’t really mind that he was stuck like this, at least, not all the time.

There was one day when Cherrypit had overheard that Lunya was going to invite her own little brother, Taro, over for lunch that afternoon. Cherrypit ran around on the ceiling in excitement all morning and when the afternoon finally came he waited outside in the bushes with Babycorn to say hello to Taro.

They’d already met beforehand and Cherrypit thought that Taro was the coolest guy he’d ever met since he saw Estinien do that cool backflip once.

“Where? Where?” Cherrypit zipped his head from left to right looking for any signs of him.

Babycorn held her brother slightly above the ground as his feet wiggled in the air. “I know you’re excited to see him Cherry, but why don’t we let Taro and Lunya have their lunch before you go and say hi to him?” She knew as much as anyone did that sibling hang-out time was not to be interrupted.

“Okaaaayyyy” Cherrypit whined.

Babycorn and Cherrypit waved to Lunya as she walked past them to go say hi to Taro. Cherrypit noticed she was wearing a pink sundress and he tugged on Babycorn’s skirt to ask her if he could have one like it too. Babycorn nodded and smiled, promising to get one for him later.

As she carried him back into the house, Cherrypit looked behind her to see that Lunya and Taro were standing next to each other, talking with one another. 

Cherrypit had never really noticed it before because Taro had never stood next to Lunya in all the times he’d played with him but now that they were next to each other. It was easy to see that Taro was much taller than Lunya was.

That didn’t make sense. If Taro was Lunya’s little brother, how could he be bigger than her?

Taro was talking to Lunya, and Lunya was talking to Taro. Lunya didn’t need to pick him up to talk to him. It looked like they were having a lot of fun.

If things had been different, would he had been tall too?

Maybe he and Babycorn would still be adventuring together? If he was taller he would have been able to walk beside her everywhere. They wouldn’t have had to hide everywhere. No one would run away from him when he walked up to them. He would have so many friends.

Cherrypit didn’t realize it at the time but he had somehow tapped into something he was never meant to see.

There was white everywhere he turned to look, except for the dark chasm near his feet. Cherrypit tried to look to see what was on the other side of the cliff. 

There, clear as day, was his family. They were laughing and talking with each other. His mama and papa looked just like he remembered them but Babycorn looked like what she looked like just a few moments ago. Next to her was someone Cherrypit didn’t recognize but he knew who it was.

It was him. An older him.

They all looked like they were having so much fun…

Cherrypit didn’t stay there looking for long. It took a few seconds for him to blink back to his reality. Babycorn was still carrying him. “I hope Lunya saves some leftovers for us! I saw her making these cute little cakes and they looked so yummmyy!” Cherrypit had seen her decorating them too! They had strawberries on top!

“Bebe?” Cherrypit tapped on his sister’s head to get her attention.

“Hmm?” When Cherrypit made a motion to put him on the ground she gently set him down, “What’s up? Oh! Do you want a snack?” It was almost snack time.

Cherrypit shook his head and put his hand above his head as much as he could. When he felt that wasn’t enough he stretched out his arm and let his other appendages come out too. Babycorn would have to reapply his bandages but they had a lot of those now, unlike before.

“Am I big one day?” Cherrypit asked.

“Of course!” Babycorn didn’t miss a beat, nothing had changed her mind that one day Cherrypit would be able to grow up and do whatever he wanted to do with his life when he grew up. “You’re gonna get soooo tall Cherry! I know you will! Maybe you’ll even be taller than me!”

‘I’ll cry if that happens…But if it's what Cherry wants…’

“Tall! Tall! Big! I;m gonna be…big!” Cherrypit jumped up and down and waved his arms in the air. If Babycorn told him he was gonna be big one day, then of course he was gonna be! One day! Maybe even tomorrow! “Yay! Yay! Yaaaaaay!” he cheered.

“Woahwoahwoahwoahwoaowa! Cherry w-wait! N-Not with your arms like that! Noooo not the ceiling!!!” Babycorn zipped to the left to dodge a piece of the ceiling falling on her. 

It went right through the floor and into the basement. She looked down at the hole that now lead downstairs. “...I hope Coco won’t fall into this hole too…”

#coco cocoda later fell into the same hole later that same day sorry #ffxivwrite2022 #cherrypit wants to be all grown up one day #his situation bothers babycorn way more because as a baby he cant really comprehend it you know how it is #but after shadowbringers he gets these flashes of Wait this makes me sad #that would be yuri ring of fates #bad news for babycorn older cherrypit is taller than her in every timeline and au